at least i still have a waist

Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part Three.

Heyyyyy. Here is the final part of the mini fic, just to round things off. This is a really short part, but its literally just intended to finish the fic ok. Any suggestions for other oneshots etc, please hit me up in my ask!

Summary: Archie and (Y/N) may or not get caught by the others. 

Warnings: lil bit of smut.


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anonymous asked:

Companions get dared to turn sole on without touching them

Hey guys, this is my first ask so I hope it’s okay, even though it’s super long! ~Admin Shadow

Companions Turning on Sole without Touching Them

Cait: Right away Cait got a wicked little grin on her lips as Sole’s gaze trained on her. Oh, she had caught Sole staring at her tits a few times and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let them off easy. Even through her corset she started pushing her perky breasts up and letting them fall. She ran one of her fingers around her nipple in a loose circle before she said, “Eh, Sole, you might wanna close that mouth of yours. Don’t want anyone mistaking you for a mouth breather.” Sole turned a rosy shade as they quickly closed their mouth to hid their slack-jawed expression.

Codsworth: “Mum/Sir, is this really necessary?” He let out a sigh before he said, “I’m completely in the nude, if I must digress.” Sole started bursting into a fit of chuckles before Codsworth finally said he had at least made an attempt. 

Curie: “Do… Do I have to, missure?” She was so embarrassed. She started chewing nervously on her bottom lip and stumbling over her words, she was completely oblivious to Sole watching her lips. Finally Sole said that she needed to stop otherwise they wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next.

Danse: The Paladin was red in the face but he knew exactly what to do to get Sole panting. He still couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he slowly unzipped his Brotherhood uniform down to his waist exposing his toned chest. Making eye contact with Sole once and seeing their warm and lusty gaze was enough before he quickly zipped his uniform back up and tried to hid in embarrassment.

Deacon: Right away Deacon started laughing, because he knew exactly what got Sole all hot and bothered. He had caught them peeping on him changing his outfit more than a few times, so right away he started stripping all slow, first starting with his white t-shirt before he shimmied out of his jeans that went up to his ankles. He dropped each piece of clothing in a neat little pile and kept asking if it was hot in here or if it was just him, which caused Sole’s face to light up a blistering red. Sole finally begged him to get his clothes back on before they couldn’t control themselves any longer. 

Dogmeat: He just started hopping around barking, and wagging his tail almost unable to contain his excitement, but that was basically all he did before Sole walked over that started to pet behind his ears.

Hancock: Oh, Hancock got this shit eating grin on his face like he has been waiting a long time for this moment. Instantly, he took one of his fingers into his mouth and sucked on the digits until there was a distinct pop each time he pulled his fingers out. Then he took to licking his forefinger up and down, in a slow, methodical pattern, all while sending Sole a steamy stare. After a few seconds he started laughing from Sole’s ragged breathing and wide eyes, he told them he would be happy to demonstrate his technique later.

MacCready: He was blushing before he even approached Sole, leaving just an inch between his mouth and their ear. “You always tell me I have a smartass mouth, boss, so let me show you some other uses for it,” he whispered hoarsely into Sole’s ear before backing away. He had heard Sole’s breathing become irregular, and that’s when he knew his words had really gotten through to them. MacCready had flushed cheeks, and was definitely not willing to admit how much that had affected him.

Nick: The detective sighed and Sole had mentioned many a times about how much they enjoyed his voice. Nick rolled his eyes a little before finally saying “Doll, let me take you on a night out, I promise I’ll show you a ‘good time’.” Nick refused to make eye contact with Sole for a long time after that, he was ashamed he had even played along.

Piper: When they first met, Sole hadn’t been able to keep their eyes off her ass. So Piper waltzed up to Sole with a little sway in her hips and turned her self around and put both hands on her ass and ran palms up and down each cheek. “You okay, Blue?” She asked as Sole’s face turned a violent shade of red, as if they had forgot how to breath.

Preston: Preston gave Sole a sideways smirk and tugged his scarf from around his neck with one hand, while the other furiously worked in undoing the buttons on his jacket. He let it fall to the floor as he exposed sinew muscle under dark skin. “I knew you were curious, General.” Sole couldn’t stop staring until Preston laughed and put back on his jacket.

Strong: “Turn human on? Strong not know what that mean! Does it help find milk of human kindness?”

X6-88: He right away asked if this was absolutely necessary and how this would benefit them? Finally, after standing there and debating whether this was worth his time, he caved and strode up to Sole. He left very little personal space between them before saying “I like how your ass looks in that Vault Suit, Ma'am/Sir, maybe I’ll get to see it fully one day.” X6 quickly turned around and backed off leaving Sole more shocked than anything.

Maxon: He didn’t let a single emotion show as he marched up to Sole with his hands firmly behind his back. His normally regal voice was rougher than usually as he said, “Knight, I expect you in my quarters at 2100 hours for that full body inspection. If you’re even a minute late, I might have to think of a creative punishment.” Maxon actually winked and turned around leaving Sole desperately wondering what would happen if they were late.

Gage: “Aww, boss, don’t get all blushy on me now.” Was the first thing Gage said as he got really close to Sole, so close that Sole could feel the heat radiating from the raider’s skin. “Boss, normally I don’t like saying this stuff but, I wanna pin you to the wall and have my way witcha.” Gage let out a low chuckle and stepped back to look at his handy work as Sole gasp.

Ada: “I do not register what you mean by ‘turned on?’ You seem to be functioning quite well.”

The Evolution of a Relationship

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Note: I was bored and decided to write these, this is the story of a relationship told in five important events. This has not been proofread, I wrote it spontaneously so let’s hope it’s good. 

Warnings: nothing y’all it’s fluff

Word Count:1,964

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First Meeting

The first time you met Daveed, you walked right into his chest. 

You were running late to work, rushing through busy streets and trying to send your boss an email when suddenly you walked straight into a solid chest.

You almost fell on your ass, but a hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your arm.

“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, looking up into the face of possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. “I-I’m running late and, and I was trying to send an email and I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you explain, trying your best to stop rambling.

“No it’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention either,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips.

You took a breath, admiring the way his smile seemed to light up his face.

“Thank you, for catching me.”

“It’s no problem,” He chuckled, a warm sound that caused a smile to grow on your own face. Until you realized that this pause made you even later to work.

“Oh my god! I have to go I’m gonna be late!” You exclaimed.

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     You separated from Dean and flopped to the side, breathing heavily as you sank into the hotel’s pillowy mattress. Your whole body seemed to quiver. You looked over and saw Dean close his eyes and sigh. “Wow, that was …”

     Incredible. Amazing. Phenomenal. Literally any adjective that means good would describe what that was, but you had a feeling you weren’t thinking about the same thing as Dean.

     “So soft!” you cried, closing your eyes and tipping your head back.

      Dean paused and threw a confused look in your direction. “What?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

     “The bed, it’s sooo soft!” You pulled the sheets up around you and held them against your cheek. “It’s like lying on a cloud.”

     Dean laughed at that and propped himself up on his elbow. “Sweetheart, I think we were doing a little more than just lying on it.”

     “Yeah, I know – and that was great! But Dean,” you rolled towards him and buried your face in the down pillow, “the bed!”

     Dean chuckled and started gently running his hand along you back. “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

     “Enjoying myself?” You spun and smiled up at your boyfriend. “I’m not just enjoying myself, I’ve been spoiled beyond recognition! These brits have ruined me for any other sleeping accommodations, ever!”

     Dean reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer in your 3-star hotel afterglow. “I know it’s nice but don’t get too comfortable, I still don’t trust these guys.”

      “Neither do I,” you mumbled, settling on Dean’s chest and pressing your cheek into his warm skin. “But I so wanna get comfortable.”

       Dean kissed your head and ran his fingers through your hair. “Well, we can at least enjoy it for now,” he whispered. You let out a content hum in response. The hand still traversing your back stilled. “Hey …” Dean paused, waiting for you to look up. “You wanna go for a swim?”

     You sprang up to your knees and grinned like a child. “I thought you’d never ask.”

     Then in a split-second Dean had scooped you up in his arms, dragging half the blankets off the bed with you. You managed to grab some discarded clothes off a chair on your way to the door, but you had a feeling they wouldn’t last very long.

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Calm || Reggie Mantle ~ (Part 2)

@isntskatesatan said
IMAGINE Reggie Mantle being friends with Archie Juggie B and Ver and he has a girl and he’s so in love with her like.. Always holding her hand or just staying close to her, her touch is calming him down and when they at pop’s she’s always sitting on his lap with her head in his neck kissing his skin softly and he’s have to stay calm bc if not he would fuck her on this fucking table LIKE SHIT I NEED MORE REGGIE IMAGINES CAN SOMEONE DO THAT FOR ME????

Did I edit it yet?: Nope

Word Count: 756

Warnings: Again terrible SMUT and mild swearing

A/N: There will be one more part after this one

Part 1

Originally posted by riverdaleasylum

Calm // Reggie Mantle (Part 2)

“What are you two doing?” a voice called out making the two of you freeze. You turned around to see your parents.

“Mom! Dad! We… ah… are just sitting,” you mentally face palmed yourself at your stupid excuse. Your eyes widened as you saw your parents walking over to the booth to sit in the available spot.

“It’s almost midnight. The two of you should be home,” your mother informed.

“We should, but I didn’t want to leave alone. Reggie’s parents aren’t going to be home until next week since they had an unexpected trip they had to go to,” you explained.

“Oh, then if your parents aren’t going to be home your always free to stay over at our house and we were hoping that you would stay with Y/N until we get back from our business meeting in New York and we didn’t want to worry about leaving her home by herself,” your mother informed.

“Sure Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N,” Reggie smiled.

“Good. Now your mother and I should be going. We’re going to be late for our flight,” you and Reggie nodded your head and watched them leave the diner. When the door closed you finally relaxed on your boyfriends lap.

“Well that was close,” you said hopefully. You felt your boyfriends chest vibrate when he lightly chuckled. He slightly picked you up making him slip out of your core, earning a slight moan from the two of you. He quickly zipped his pants up.

“Can we stop by my house babe? I need to grab some clothes,” he said.

“Sure but can I at least have my underwear  back babe?” you asked.

“Not gonna happen,” he smirked and slid out of the booth with you still in his arms. You just shook your head and followed him to his car.

When you finally reached his house he unlocked the door and led you inside. The two of you walked into his room and he pushed you down on the bed. You squeaked when you felt your back hit the soft mattress that you loved spending most nights on. He pushed the base of your uniform so it pooled around your waist. He kneeled in between your legs, his face centimeters away from your burning core. He stuck his tongue out and licked your slit.

“Reg…” you moaned softly. He attacked your core with his tongue flicking your bud. In an instant both of your clothes were discarded all over the room the two of your roughly making out on his bed with him on top of you. He rubbed the tip of his length on your core. He leaned closer to your ear.

“You looked so fucking beautiful today Princess. I could see everyone’s eyes on you especially the guys,” he whispered, “remember your MINE Princess.” He plunged his length into your core making you scream from the sudden fullness. He stood up from the bed not making sure not to slip out of you. Placing his hands on your arse so you wouldn’t fall. He started walking until you felt your back hit a cold surface. He stopped kissing you. Your foreheads were now touching.

“Fuck,” you gasped when his thrusts became more rougher and harder. You opened your eyes when you felt his thumb delicately trace your bottom lip. His eyes wondered all over your body thinking how lucky he was to have you when his eyes watched your breasts bounce from the hard thrusts he was delivering.

Calloused hands were trailing towards your bare core making you gasp. He played with your core’s bud once more. His thrusts became more sloppier as he felt your walls contracting down on his throbbing length. You knew you were about to explode when you felt the familiar feeling of your stomach tightening. One final thrust sent the two of you both into your highs. A loud scream of his name left your lips as his was yours. When your breathing has finally settled down a bit he peeled your limp body off the wall and brought you bridal style to his bed. He went to his bathroom to grab a warm damp cloth to clean the both of you up. You grabbed his letterman jacket that was 4 sizes larger than you and wrapped it around your bare body. He laid down on the bed next to you as you snuggled into his side.

“So… round two at my house?” you asked with hope.

“Oh you know it Babe.”



Seventeen Hip Hop Unit Reaction : “Another Member Confessing to You”

Anon : SVT reaction to another member confessing to you? :33

Hey here you go anon!!! Hope you’re all having an amazing day! I’ve been busy with school hence why this is a little late - also the other units will be coming out very shortly so hang in there! Hope you all like it <3 Luna

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“Soonyoung said what?” Seungcheol asked quietly peering at you from over his phone, a confused expression in his brow as his eyes narrowed. You had literally blurted it out. You couldn’t keep it all bottled up anymore, Seungcheol needed to know. 

“Soonyoung said he likes me, like - like likes me…” you let the sentence linger in the air for a moment as Seungcheol absorbed the new information.

“When did he say this?” Seungcheol set his phone on the table turning ever so slightly to face you. 

“The other day…”

“And you didn’t tell me?” Seungcheol cried the laugh on his lips, as he shook his head slowly. “I’ll talk to him…wait, unless you…?”

You shook your head a little too quickly. The guilt rising in your stomach. “I mean of course I like him just not in that way. He said he wouldn’t do anything about it but he thought I should know…”

Seungcheol nodded his head slowly. “That’s why he doesn’t stick around when we’re together…” You could see the guilt rising up Seungcheol’s face and neck. He didn’t know what to do. “I’ll talk to him. See if there’s something I can do…”

“I don’t want to make anything awkward between you two! I don’t want to ruin a friendship, after all you’ve known him longer…” Seungcheol silenced you with a kiss to your lips. 

“Yeah, but you’re still my girlfriend.”


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“Wonwoo,” you said quietly as he sat with his head in your lap, reading a new book you hadn’t even known he’d bought. “Wonwoo?” you repeated a little louder this time drawing him out of his fantasy world.

“Yeah?” he said quietly peering up at you with a worried expression on his face as he caught your eyes. “What’s that look for?”

You nodded slowly unsure of how to word it, so instead the words just came out. “Seungcheol confessed that he liked me the other day…” Wonwoo stilled, setting his book on the table and rolling off your lap.

His eyes were concerned, as he kneeled in front of you. “I know how these things end Y/N,” he said quietly the tears forming in his eyes without warning. You felt your stomach sink. “He’s a good guy, I know he’ll look after you better than I will. If you want to leave me for him…I understand…”

Your voice caught as you dropped onto the ground in front of him. “I would never do that to you. No matter what I think about Seungcheol or what he thinks of me, I love you. No question about it.”

He smiled weakly as you gently kissed his forehead, then nose, and mouth. “I love you too,” Wonwoo said quietly, you had never heard him actually say those words but you knew he meant it. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I promise.”

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“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.” + bellarke :)

She rushes in, gold hair flying behind her, and almost knocks him straight on the ground.

“What the hell?”

Clarke pushes away from him with one hand and starts unbuckling her pants with the other.

Bellamy’s eyes widen, taking in her now bare legs as she hops around on one foot to pull them off.

“Okay, I repeat, what the hell?

Clarke motions for him to start unbuckling his belt. “Hey! Give me your pants. I need them.”

“You need what now?”

She sighs in exasperation. “Come on! Quick, give me your pants!” When he doesn’t budge she rolls her eyes. “I have a meeting with the council members and I just fell in a giant mud puddle because of this stupid rain!”

When he looks down he sees that yes, Clarke’s pants are covered in mud, but that still doesn’t explain why she wants his.

“Why can’t you just go get another pair?”

Clarke glares at him, but honestly it’s impossible to take her seriously when she’s fully dressed from the waist up and but is wearing only a pair of tight shorts on the bottom. And no, he’s not a good enough guy to not check out her legs at least once but thanks for asking.

“Because I don’t have time to run all the way back down to get my stuff. Bellamy, please?”

She looks up at him from under her lashes and he groans, throws open the buckle on his belt and shimmies out of his jeans. Clarke gives this annoyingly cute little clap and he rolls his eyes so he won’t smile.

“You owe me,” he says seriously as he hands over his pants and she nods as she pulls them up over her legs.

“Thank you!” She practically runs out of the room, the pants way too long but they still somehow look good on her. 

He radios for Jasper to grab him a change of clothes and when his friend walks in and sees Bellamy standing pissed off and pants-less he almost falls over from laughing. Before he can even open his mouth Bellamy holds up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t even ask,” Bellamy mumbles as he yanks the pants from Jasper’s hands.

“Don’t need to,” Jasper says, tears of laughter still glistening in his eyes. “It’s gotta be because of Clarke.”

Bellamy goes to shoo him away but before Jasper reaches the door he calls his name.

“How did you know it was about Clarke?”

Jasper looks at him like he’s an idiot, which is probably fair. “Because you’d do anything for Clarke.”

Bellamy stews on that for probably a little too long before coming to a conclusion.

He definitely would.


Little Do You Know - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Part 2)

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A/N: Thank you so much everyone, for all the love on the first part and requests to continue this story, it seriously made me so happy. Also sorry for taking so long to post part 2, I was having some issues with my blog but that’s all good now. Anyway, here’s part 2, finally! I hope you guys like it! Sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.

[Part 1, 2 & 3] - [Masterlist]

Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warning: Alcohol use and mentioning, that’s all I think.
Word count: 1855

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"Shut up and kiss me" (Jason Todd X Reader)

Request: Hi love i was wondering if you can do a jason x reader imagine where the batfam tries to get them both together by coming up with plan to make jason confess his feeling for the reader. So dick ask the reader to be his date to the gala and is extra flirty with the reader with a touch of handsy making jay jealous and pulling the reader aside to talk 😌 im not sure if its good enough i enjoyed your first to works they were amazing 👌👌👌

A/N: Thank you very much!

Dick Grayson was sick and tired of this bullshit. For almost the entire duration of you and Jason’s friendship, ever since he’d introduced Jason to you, the two of you have obviously been in love with the other. It was so obvious even Damian noticed it, and he normally never gave a shit about other people’s relationships.

About an hour ago, Bruce had announced to the family about an upcoming gala in two days and how everyone had to be there blah blah. Dick instantly noticed how Jason was trying to work up the courage to ask you to be his date; but for some reason, Jason, who was possibly one of the bravest people Dick ever knew, was struggling to do what he wanted to. Dick, Tim and Damian watched, with expressions of nonchalance, as Jason paced around the living room, mumbling words to himself. You’d went upstairs for a shower just five minutes ago and Jason had already begun panicking.

“Jason,” Dick said, his voice seriously calm, “if you don’t ask her out after she comes out of the shower, I swear I will…” he stopped, realising that he hadn’t even thought of his threat yet.

“Do what?” Jason asked with a tinge of frustration, his hair messy from running his fingers through it so much.


“He’ll ask (Y/N) out as his date!” Tim blurted out before covering his mouth with his hands.

Jason turned to look at Dick menacingly, “you wouldn’t dare.” His voice was venomous and, to be honest, Dick was on the verge of shitting his pants.

The first Boy Wonder took in a deep breath before looking his successor in the eye and and smirking. “I totally would… and then we’ll start dating and get married and have three kids, “ Dick was just spewing bullshit but he hoped that Jason’s characteristic protection over you would overcome his fear of asking you out.

“Hey guys what’s going on?” Your voice came piped up as you walked down the stairs while drying your hair off with a towel. You eventually made it over to the couch where all the brothers were at. You glanced at each of them, wondering why no one was speaking.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Dick suddenly asked, plastering a charming smile on his face, “would you like to go to the next gala with me?”

You blinked at him, then instinctively glanced over at Jason; his face held no expression but his jaw was clenched with an unnatural tightness. He avoided your gaze. You came to the realisation that, unlike what you hoped, perhaps Jason wasn’t interested in asking you.

“Sure!” You replied to Dick, smiling widely, trying to think on the bright side - at least someone was interested in asking you.

The night before the gala you were in your room, looking through all your dresses, when you heard some noises coming from the room adjacent to yours.

It was coming from Jason’s room.

You stepped out and pressed your ear to the door, holding your breath. From what you could tell, there was only Jason inside and no one else but he was talking to someone? Talking to… himself?

“Cmon… ask (Y/N)… Dick fucking Grayson… fuck…” you struggled to catch a coherent sentence. You were too preoccupied, however, to notice that the voice was getting louder.

The door swung open and you stumbled, losing your footing, and landed against Jason’s chest. Your hands had wrapped themselves around his neck. “Good evening?” You said meekly.

As he simply stared at you with an unreadable expression, your face slowly became flushed when you realised his arms were holding you against him firmly. Your heart was racing and your breathing became uneven. This was nerve wrecking.

“What were you doing eavesdropping?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Then explain why you were leaning against my door.”

“I like the way your door… feels.” You mentally face palmed at your horrible excuse. Jason raised an eyebrow inquisitively before pushing you away from him. Your heart dropped from the sudden lack of contact.

“You should go to bed. Dick’ll probably wake you up extra early to prep for the gala.”

“Oh,” you looked down at your feet, “okay. Well, good ni-” your salutation was rudely interrupted by Jason slamming the door shut.

You wanted to be angry at his sudden cold behaviour towards you but you realised that you were far more sad than pissed. Feeling defeated, you decided to shuffle over to Dick’s room, maybe he could cheer you up.

While you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him, you did love him in some platonic form and you knew he loved you the same way, too. That was the reason why you were surprised at him asking you out for the gala; perhaps he pitied you or he just couldn’t get a date? You scowled at yourself, there was definitely NO way Dick Grayson couldn’t find a date. But then why would-

Your thoughts were cut off when you walked headfirst into Dick’s bedroom door. A second later, the door opened slowly.

“Hey, (Y/N)! What’re you doing here? Couldn’t sleep?” Dick asked, his face was tired but your sudden arrival made sleeping the least of his priorities. You nodded sadly. He let out a sigh before pulling you in for a hug. “Boy trouble?” He whispered jokingly, taken by surprise when you actually nodded yes. He chuckled, his chest vibrating comfortingly against your cheek.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Jason Todd’s room door was ajar, with him watching your interactions. He felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. Maybe not asking you out was the right choice.

You weren’t fond of galas; too many fake rich folk who had far too much free time on their hands. You sipped on some champagne as you stood in the corner of the ballroom, waiting for Dick to return from getting some snacks.

You were unknowingly being watched by Jason as he stood a few feet away from you. He didn’t mean to stare but, god, you looked so beautiful. Your hair was in a ponytail, your dress was plain and simple and your face was almost makeup-less but you still stood out more than the others; at least to him you did.

The man watched as his older adoptive brother returned to you, his hands instantly reaching for your waist, pulling you closer to him. Jason swore he saw you blush a little.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look this evening?” Dick said charmingly. You could spot several women giving you death glares of pure jealousy from behind him. You were really lucky to have him as your date but, still, you wished it was someone else.

“Many times, yes,” you replied, laughing. He smiled in return before placing a hand on your cheek.

“I know you want Jason to be here with you, not me,” he said, his voice suddenly going low. Before you could protest, he continued. “It’s alright, I totally get it. I asked you out for a reason anyways, give it some time and you’ll see what I mean. By the way, may I kiss you?”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“In a platonic way, I swear. Trust me, (Y/N).”

He shot you a puppy dog look and you sighed in defeat. One kiss wouldn’t kill, right? So, you nodded.

Dick smirked and glanced to his side for a split second before reaching in slowly. He still had one hand holding your cheek, the other was around your waist, rubbing your back a little.

You closed your eyes and leaned forward before you felt him being pulled away violently from you. Gasps could be heard from all around the ballroom and the violinists stopped playing their music abruptly. Your eyes snapped open as you saw Jason holding Dick up by his collar; his face was enraged while Dick’s was playful and knowing.

“Jason!” You cried, pulling him away from your date. “What’s the matter with you?”

He turned to you, still glaring, before grabbing you by your hand firmly but carefully. He pulled you out of the ballroom and far away from the main crowd.

“Jason, please explain what the hell just hap-” He cut you off with his lips. He pulled you against him, just like the night before outside his bedroom, and deepened the kiss.

He pulled away; his lips a little swollen, his hair in a mess and his cheeks all red. You guessed you looked pretty much the same.

“(Y/N),” he started, a little out of breath, “I love you. I wanted to ask you out for the gala because I’ve been in love with you for so fucking long but for some reason I just couldn’t ask. I-”

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled his face dangerously close to yours. “Shut up and kiss me, Jason Todd.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

anonymous asked:

hi!! “If you’re breaking up with me, can I at least eat first?”

Hello, anon! Sorry it took so long >_<

This is mostly fluff with a sprinkle of sin. They are older in this and probably living together.

“If you’re breaking up with me, can I at least eat first?”

Marinette crossed her arms and turned her head, pointedly avoiding Adrien’s green eyes. “No, you can’t.”

Adrien whined and Marinette could notice from the corner of her eye that he was pulling his best kitten eyes on her. But it won’t work. Not anymore. He already crossed the line too many times.

“Come on, Buginette. I said I was sorry.”

“It is the fifth time this week when this happened. And it is only Wednesday.”

“And it is also the fifth time to break up with me this week.”

Marinette finally turned to him and gave him a scolding look. “What did I say about ruining my yarns?”

Adrien hid his face in her lap only peeking up from above the blanket Marinette draped over her waist.

“I’m not allowed to ruin your yarns.” he repeated what Marinette told him one billion times before. “But Princess, you don’t understand. They are there, taunting me, teasing me to come and… “

Marinette gave him an unimpressed look and Adrien was sure if he was Chat Noir, his ears would have dropped right that second. “I’ll buy you other yarns.”

“Hmph.” Marinette kept pouting while still keeping her arms crossed.

“Can I at least eat? Please?”

Marinette huffed. “The fridge is full.”

He smirked. “But my favourite treat isn’t in the fridge.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “If you expect me to not be angry anymore because of amazing oral sex you are dead wrong.”

“Hm,” Adrien hummed before readjusting his position on the bed. “It worked the last four times. And all the other times before that.”

Marinette threw a pillow at him which Adrien avoided without a problem. “I hate you sometimes.” she declared although she was smiling.

Adrien winked. “I love you too, Princess.”

anonymous asked:

Tony and Steve watching stars on the roof of the tower because the power is out all over NY from a battle??

“I brought pie and Asgardian booze- shall we begin?”

Steve turned his head back down, grinning as Tony pushed his way through the doors and walked over to him. “I don’t know, Stark, are you gonna ruin the mood? I mean, you’re already ruining the view,” he looked pointedly over Tony’s shoulder as the man leaned over him from his place on the deckchair atop the roof of the Avengers Tower.

“I am the view,” Tony shrugged, dropping the box and the bottle in order to run his hands through Steve’s hair.

“Lame. You totally took that off the internet,” Steve replied, hands rising to Tony’s waist as he let his head fall into Tony’s stomach, “how you feeling?”

“Better. Shoulder’s still having a bad day, but aside from that,” Tony trailed off, and Steve felt him shrug again, “I mean, hey- at least there’s one silver lining to this clusterfuck of a day.”

Tony looked up, face splitting into a soft smile as he stared at the thousands of stars glittering above them.
He’d always loved the stars- even after the portal and the nuke and everything- Steve still saw that little smile play on his face when he talked about space. 

It was… comforting, in a way. Tony could still love the stars, even after nearly being left to die amongst them. Made Steve feel like their jobs might not ruin everything. That something good might persevere through the nightmares.

Tony’s hands ran through his hair a few more times (and Steve knew him- knew he was checking, because the battle had been hard and Steve was pretty beaten up after being thrown through that wall), before he pulled away a little and let his knees buckle; falling into Steve’s lap fluidly. Steve watched fondly as he wiggled his butt and got comfortable between Steve’s legs, lying back against his chest as he looked upward. “Really is something, isn’t it?”

Steve kissed his temple, before his own head drifted upward. “Definitely. I never thought I’d be able to see something like this here, in New York.”

“Well, you can thank our friendly visitors for that, “ he heard Tony reply, hands reaching for the pie and then ripping open the lid, “they were the ones who went and sat on the goddamn power grid.”

Steve swooped in and snatched the piece of pie Tony was cutting into, shoving into his mouth rather unceremoniously, despite Tony’s protests. “That’s fucking rude, Steve.”

Steve smiled with full cheeks and pressed another kiss to Tony’s face, even when the man yelled and smacked him away. “Ew, Steve, I bet I’ve got crumbs all over my damn face now. Coming out here was a mistake- in fact, just dating you in the first place was a mistake I shall regret to my dying day-”

“Liar,” Steve sung, arms wrapping around Tony’s body and mouth littering kisses across Tony’s face, laughing throughout each and every one.

Tony just sighed, in the end, and let Steve attack his face. “The worst,” he mumbled, although the way he leaned into Steve’s touch suggested otherwise.

Steve chuckled again, and then he finally sat back, pulling Tony a little higher onto his chest so that the top of his head was resting under Steve’s chin. They both leaned back; heads once more titling to the stars above them, and admiring the strange contrast their peace and tranquillity brought to the still-bustling streets below them.

“Do you want a star, Steve?” Tony asked suddenly, after a few seconds spent staring.

“Hmm?” Steve hummed in question. He could feel Tony’s fingers playing absently with his own, and he squeezed fondly.

“A star,” Tony repeated, “I can buy you one. We can name it whatever you want. And then for the rest of history, that’ll be yours.”

Steve paused, and then he huffed a quiet little laugh. “What if I wanted Polaris? Think you can wrangle that one for me?”

A short pause. And then “I could have it arranged. I know people.”

Steve laughed louder this time, and he looked down at Tony, who was still staring avidly above them.

He was so perfect. Even though bruises mottled the side of his face, and stitches ran along the top of his shoulder. Even though he could be the most stubborn bastard on heaven and earth, or the worst when it came to keeping their goddamn room clean.


“I love you, you big idiot,” Steve wrapped him up a littler tighter, nose pressing against Tony’s temple as he smiled down at his hopeless boyfriend, “and no, please don’t buy Polaris. That wasn’t a request, or a challenge-”

“Well, see, now I’ve got Polaris on my mind, Steve, how am I supposed to not-”

“By looking up at the sky, thinking- ‘oh, hey, that’s the most famous star in the sky and changing it to something obnoxious would make my boyfriend cry real tears, so I’m just gonna put my credit card away, this once’,” Steve told him firmly.

Tony grunted discontentedly. “Sounds boring.”

“I like boring,” Steve said simply, “boring is simple. We don’t have enough boring.”
Hah- wasn’t that the fucking truth?

Eventually, Tony just sighed. “Fine. No Polaris. Only because I love you very very much, though, or I would totally be having my way.”

Steve rolled his eyes fondly, but didn’t reply. Just opened his palm a little further so that Tony could trace his patterns into the skin there.

And there they stayed. Watching the stars glitter and move slowly through the sky as their little planet turned- still going, still (relatively) unscathed, thanks to their efforts.

It was easy to imagine you were meaningless, when you looked up at something like that. But Steve… it just made him more desperate to look out for the stupid rock they called home. They still had to make their place in the galaxy. They still had so much to give. And Steve would protect that until his dying day.

He opened his mouth a few minutes later, but the words died in his mouth as he glanced down and saw that Tony was fast asleep in his arms. His hair was falling over his eyes, mouth hanging open vacantly as he slept soundly for what was probably the first time in a few days by that point.

It was quite honestly adorable. Although maybe Steve was slightly biased. But who the fuck cared, really?

He smiled, pressing his mouth into Tony’s curls once more before shifting them. “Come on, love, I think that’s enough stargazing for one night.”

“Wuh- what? No, no, ‘m… I’m good,” Tony mumbled as Steve shifted him, sitting upright and then tucking Tony into his side so that his head fell easily onto Steve’s shoulder.

“Of course you are,” Steve agreed absently, hands wrapping around Tony’s back, hoisting them both upright as he brought Tony into an easy bridal carry, “but we had a long day. I think sleeping is in order.”

Tony made a few more tiny noises that may have been words, but his hands tucked around Steve’s neck and he buried his head down into Steve’s chest, so it wasn’t like he was complaining much. 

The next time Steve looked down, Tony’s eyes were closed once more.

He shook his head and shot one last fleeting glance upward; watching Polaris glitter through the atmosphere. 

For a single second, he thought it might be cool if he got to rename it. Maybe he’d call it Anthony. Seemed like a good name for it.

“Nope,” he warned himself, pushing the thought out as he turned his back and slipped back through the doors. “Don’t even fucking go there, Steve.”

Stars -- Fionn Whitehead x Reader

Request:  Omg i loved ur fionn imagine it was so cute. I was hoping you could do one about moving into fionn’s apartment & he knows the reader been “successful” pretty much her whole life so he’s all nervous showing her his little apartment she’ll now be living in with him & he’s like “it’s probably not what your use to.” but she’s all happy & says something like “it’s cute” and drops her bags and just wraps her arms around his waist being giggling and it makes him feel better and ugh just lots of fluff ?

I did my best and I made it short and sweet and I’m sorry if you hate it, anon.x 

Originally posted by moncoeurdcoeurs

“I’m sorry,” Fionn started. “This probably isn’t what you’re used to,” he rubbed his hands together, “but it’s mine– ours, really.”

You smile, dropping your duffel bag to the ground. You glance around the room, taking in the interior – what little it is. You smile grows as you glance at the photos hanging on the wall – a couple of shots of the two of you, some photos of Fionn’s family and some of Fionn with his cast mates.

You take in the mugs sitting in the cupboard, behind the glass cover. You smile at the way the plates are stacked, in an order that doesn’t care for their size. You laugh when you notice that Fionn still has that one chipped mug you told him to get rid of months ago.

But your eyes begin to water when you begin to think about your stuff getting intermingled with Fionn’s – even more than they already are. Now your shoes by the door belong there. Your jacket hanging from the hook doesn’t seem out of place anymore. That one drawer that “belonged” to you, really does belong to you.

“I’m sorry it’s not what you expected,” he said, his voice a bit croaky – as if he’s nervous. You can always tell when he’s nervous. “It’s comfortable – or at least I think it is…”

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Jared Kleinman headcannons (Clothes Shopping)

A/N: I’m not sure these fit the request

-You dragged him to the mall at like 8 am because you didn’t want to be surrounded by people

- He was not happy about it and you let you know that

- “You’re honestly the most annoying person ever”

- “Shhh, Jar., you know you love me. If you didn’t, you would have jumped out the window.”

- “I still might”

- When you actually go to the mall, he insisted you get a milkshake to apologise for bringing him so early

- When you were sitting down, you explained why you brought him there

- “We’re seniors now! We gotta look stylish and shit. We rule the school, we gotta look like we do at least.”

- “We don’t rule over anything, but I’ll indulge”

- You first took a stop at Forever 21 which was just like stepping into a tumblr aesthetic blog

- You looked around for some nice high waisted shorts as Jared trailed behind you

- “But why do they have to be highwaisted?”

- “I don’t wanna have a muffin top, Jared”

- “But I have a muffin top everyday, we could be muffin twins. You always say my muffin top is cute”

- “Because it is!”

- He did the lil hug from behind thing, “Anything you do is cute.”


- “Whatever, you loser”, you said using a half assed insult to mask your feelings-

- You tried on a sunflowers dress and Jared said ZOOWEEMAMA which made you blush cuz you knew he meant it as a high compliment

- Then y’all made your way to Hot Topic

- “Maybe we’ll see Murphy here!”

- “Jared don’t be an ass”

- He gasped, “If I’m not an ass, then what am I?”

- But at Hot Topic, he kept on wearing the accessories

- “Babe, do I look good in this Louise hat?”

- “Jared! Take that off! The person who put that on before you could have had lice.”

- He would also put on the bras and ‘try to seduce you’

- “Hey, how about we get outta here and I’ll show you what’s under this?”

- Some random employee would catch him and yell, “Sir! Take that off right now!”

- He’d get you kicked out by repeating that and putting on the underwear also

- It was hilarious though

- Then you guys left the mall and went to Kohls

- Jared found a shirt he really liked with a portrait of Batman painted on Starry Night

- You found a nice shirt with your Harry Potter house crest on it (EVEN IF YOU’RE HUFFLEPUFF OR RAVENCLAW BECAUSE ALL OF THE HOUSES MATTER! M’KAY? M’KAY!)

- You two are comfortable with each other so you try on your shirts in the same fitting room because why not (there are places with undefined fitting rooms, fight me)

- When Jared takes off his shirt first, you just give him a hug and call him a big teddy bear

- “Get off me that’s gay”, he says with a blush

- You guys are blushy people when you compliment each other

- He does the same hug thing when you take yours off but you don’t tell him to get off

- You look in the mirror and just smile at the two of you

- You’re both cubby but it doesn’t bother you

- It used to, but since you two started dating you were always there to pick each other’s confidence up when you’re a lil down

- Jared always said it just gave more of you for him to love

- But he never admits to saying that, or any cute things for that matter

- But then he ruins the cute moment by saying something stupid

- “Wanna have sex?”

- “Jared!”

- cue his mischievous laughter

- But then you actually put the clothes on that you came to try on

- Jared wouldn’t stop complimenting how good you looked in the shirt

- You told him how the shirt he picked out for his personality

- Jared bought both of the shirts and you two went to his house to cuddle (and make out whoops)

- you didn’t leave with a lot of clothes, but you still had a blast

Dance With Me || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Could you please do an imagine where the reader and Peter are at a school dance and someone starts attacking the school and Peter ditches the reader but saves her and they are on top of a building or something and he tries to kiss her because he forgets she doesn’t know and reveals he’s Spider-Man by accident or something.]]

this is a reupload because I’m hoping this story will finally show up in the tags.

there’s also a few minor edits that will make the story flow a little bit better along with some added details!!


**don’t repost/plagiarize this story**


You stand in front of your full-length mirror, making sure that your makeup was on point as you admired your dress. Wanting to look simple, yet elegant, you searched for the perfect dress and became immensely happy when you had found the perfect one of your dreams.

Most girls who gushed about what they were going to wear to the dance always wanted the most extravagant dress that they could find. Budgeting didn’t seem to be an issue for any one of them, but you were mindful with how much your parents were willing to spend and was happy that your dress was set at a reasonable price.

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I did it.
Today, I crossed the halfway point in my weight loss goals. In the last 180 days (just shy of 6 months), I have lost 75 pounds, and shed inches from my waist, chest, stomach, neck, thighs, and more.
I’m back to the size I was my sophomore year of college (at least), and have another 75 pounds to go still.
I am feeling healthier, happier, more energetic and willing to “get up and go.” I sleep better, I make more conscientious choices about what I should and should not be eating, and finally understand what “good things in moderation” means.
I have never once felt deprived on this journey, and have still found time to indulge in the things I love (hello, pizza, beer, and cake.)
I see so many changes in my body I don’t know where to begin. It’s exciting and scary and, honestly, I find it fun, too. It’s a challenge every day to be better than the day before. It’s a challenge some days to reach my step goal. I can push myself to do more than I ever thought I would be able to.
And. For once, I feel happy with who I’m becoming.

anonymous asked:

51 with Jeff Hardy?

Prompt: “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

The light shone through your thin curtains waking you up. Letting your eyes flutter open you stretch felling the arm round your waist grip tighter and a nose nuzzle into the back of your neck. Giggling you lace your fingers through Jeffs’ and gently run your finger along his tattooed knuckles. He starts peppering kisses along your shoulder, turning onto your back you place a loving kiss to his lips causing the both of you to smile.

“God I almost forgot how nice it to wake up next to you.” Smiling down at you Jeff untangled your fingers and ran his hand up and down your side.

“Mmmmm. Bed is to cold without you.” You turn and bury yourself into Jeff’s embrace, placing a few kisses to his bare chest, loving how warm he was and how his natural scent made you relax. Chuckling at your actions Jeff placed a kiss to the top of your head pulling you tighter into his embrace and the two of you lay in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Soon you could hear soft snores coming from Jeff signaling he’d gone back to sleep, he had a busy schedule at WWE so when he was home you always wanted him to rest. Jeff being Jeff would have none of that. Always insisting on making up for lost time by taking you on day trips and shopping sprees even though he was exhausted. So today no matter what he said you two were going to relax and he was going to be the one who was spoiled. Carefully you lift the arm that was around your waist up and slid out of his grasp, placing his arm gently back on the bed and pull the covers up over him. Grabbing one of his shirts you pull it over your body loving how soft it felt against your skin and the smell making it seem like Jeff was constantly with you. Heading downstairs you turn on some TV deciding to leave breakfast for a little while longer. Looking down at your phone see a message from Reby.

R - Morning sweetie ;) How are you this morning?

Y - Great! How are you guys?

R - We’re great thnx ^_^  Glad to have your man back? ;) Any plans for today? Matt and I were wondering if you too lovebirds wanted to go to the movies with us :3

Y - I think we’re gonna pass :( just spend the day in. Jeff seems pretty knackered :/

R - Oh I see “spend the day in“ ;) no problem sweetie, we are going at 7 to see the film incase you change your mind :)

Y - I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks Reb! :)

You place your phone down on the couch next to you starting to get engrossed in the current episode of the trashy show that was playing on TV. About half way through your stomach started to rumble.

“All right, Geeze I’ll make breakfast.” Picking up your phone you play some music while you get some things for breakfast. Grabbing some mushrooms, bacon and eggs you decide to cook an omlette. You were to busy dancing and singing into the spatula to notice Jeff stood in the door way, grinning like an idiot, he was so in love in love with you and you’d been together for nearly 10 years. Matt and Reby always teased him about when he was going to ask you to marry him, the truth was he wanted to marry you more than anything in the world but he was terrified of loosing you. Of course Jeff was married before you but after Jeff left the WWE shit hit the fan, he was injured and arrested so it’s no suprise when his marriage broke down, the divorce almost killed him and his ex-wife and he didn’t want that to happen to you. To him still being with you but not actually getting married would somehow be better if things did go wrong, however you lived together and as mentioned before you’d been dating for nearly 10 years, Jeff had even spoke to you about maybe having kids in the future. Of course he had explained to you why he didn’t want marriage and you fully understood that, yes it hurt a little that you wouldn’t get to have the wedding most girls dream of but at least you had Jeff and that was good enough for you.

As you spin round singing a particulary high note you see Jeff stood in the doorway, sweatpants hung low on his hips and deep in thought. Walking over to him he perks his head up and smiles at you. Wrapping your arms around his neck he snakes his arms up under the shirt to rest on your waist.

“Sorry. Did I wake you.” You ask, gently rubbing his shoulders, seeing him relax at your touch.

“No you didn’t love. Don’t worry. I did get lonley without you though.” He smiles, moving his hands to your back to pull you closer, leaning in for a kiss when your chest reaches his.

“What were ya thinking about just now?”

Jeff sighs dropping his head onto your shoulder. “Just stuff, us, the future.”

Shifting slightly you pull away looking at him concerned, bringing your hands down to rest on his chest you feel his heart racing. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Marry me?” Jeff looks up with so much hope and love in his eyes. Your heart practially stops and you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

“What?” You manage to choke out, not sure if you heard him correctly.

“Will you marry me? I know I don’t have a ring or anything but we can go pick one out together and at least you’d get one you liked. And yes I know I said I didn’t want marriage but that was before and this is now and I want you to be my wife. I want to wake up everyday and tell people ‘hey this amazing, beautiful, caring woman is my wife’. I think we should start a family together and I don’t want our kids to grow up with mom and dad not being married. I was scared of loosing you but I mean you’ve stuck with me this long and I’m scared by not marrying you I’m gonna push you away. I can’t picture a future with us together, without us being married. I’m just so in fucking love with you that I can’t keep fighting it anymore.” You practically couldn’t see Jeff throught the tears that were welling up in your eyes, it was hard to process what he had just said.

“Jeff….why now…. where are you going with this?”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”Jeff nervously chuckled scratching the back of neck looking hopefully at you.

“Yes.” You manage to breath out, wiping away your tears. “Yes. I’ll marry you. Yes I’ll go crazy with you……..Yes.” His face erupted into the biggest grin you’d ever seen and it takes one long stride for him to reach you, picking you up you wrap your legs tightly around his waist as he supports your thighs with his hands. Connecting your lips you tangle your hands in his hair,  the kiss was passionate yet soft, your tounges exploring each others as if it was the first time. Pulling apart with slightly swollen lips, Jeff nuzzled his nose with yours before letting you down onto your feet, arms still wrapped around you. “I love you.” he muttered against your lips, smiled you pecked his lips once more.

“I love you too.”

“So, wanna go ring shopping today?” Jeff smilled, winking cheekily at you.

“Can we at least have breakfast first?”  Chuckling when you hear your stomach growl again.

“Sure thing princess.” Kissing the top of your head he moves past you to resume breakfast.

“Wait till Reby and Matt hear about this, they’re gonna freak.” You chuckle grabbing your phone to call them. Jeff just laughed as you come up behind him dialing Reby for a facetime.

“Hey you two! You both look aweful cheerful for this time in the moring!” she chuckled to herself getting comfy on her couch.

“Look we don’t have time for your sass Reb, go get Matt.” Jeff comments finishing off the breakfast.

“Okaayyy……. MAATTTTTTT!!!” Moving the phone slightly you shake your head at her antics. After a few minutes Matt finally appears in the frame.

“Sup guys?” You glance at Jeff as Jeff glances back at you, both of you with massive smiles plastered on your faces.

“Do you wanna tell them or me?” You ask Jeff as plates your finished breakfast and moves it to the side so he can move to stand behind you, head on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist.

“You can.” He smiles kissing your shoulder.

“We’re kinda getting married.” You grin at the camera, watching their faces light up.

“Oh my gosh really?!” Jeff noded his head rubbing your stomach with his thumbs.

“Congrats you two! Took you long enough buddy. What did it take? like 3 years planning?” Matt joked to his brother causing you and Reby to giggle. “I think you owe me $20 babe.” Matt spoke to Reby this time.

“Damn it!” She huffed handing the phone to Matt so she could presumably get her purse.

“You were betting on this?” Chuckling at the pair as Reby returns with the $20.

“She thought you’d be married with in 5 years, I said  you’d be married by year 10.” 

“I’m gonna kill the both of you for betting on this.” Jeff shook his head reaching for the phone. “Right guys thank you for the congrats and reminding us what terrible people you are. But we need to have breakfast and go ring shopping byyyeeeee!” Jeff didn’t give them time to answer as he hung up the call, placing your phone on the counter. Jeff grabbed you food and set the plates down on the table turnning round to see you smirking at him.


“3 years planning huh?” You walk towards him as Jeff looks at the floor rubbing the back of his neck again.

“Well sort of…..I may or may not have said to Matt that becasue of you I was kinda reconsidering the whole marriage thing. It still terrified me but I was definatly thinking about it more and more.” Smiling at him you gently cup his jaw and pull his gaze to yours.

“Well don’t be scared love, I’m going to be with you every step of the way.” Smiling sweetly at him you pulled him in for another kiss.

“Thank you for being patient with me and for putting up with all my shit.”

“I’d do it all over again if it meant I still got you at the end.” Jeff pulled you into him and the breakfast on the table was soon forgotten about.

Prompt from this list.


Say You Won’t Let Go

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Request: Would you consider a DeanxReader that involves the song “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: I adore this song and loved writing this one so freaking much…

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anonymous asked:

Nessian! They are both like 20 yo illyrians and they "hate" each other but can't take their hands off of each other. Please :)

I will never get tired of writing Nessian. Let’s be real. 

I may or may not have made this fluffy instead of smutty. Please forgive me I miss them so much.

“Fuck off, Cassian.” Nesta grinded through her teeth, stomping away towards her tent that was set up in the Illyrian camps. 

“I bet you’d like to fuck me, Nesta.”

Growling, she pushed the flap that covered her rather large tent before tossing her weapons she was gripping so hard to the side. Nesta had just lost a small fight with Cassian out there, possibly humiliating her further in front of the Illyrian warriors who had no faith in her that she could fight just like they did.


Ignoring him, she made work of tugging her hair out of the flimsy braid she made this morning.


Finally tugging her hair free, she brushed her hand roughly through it to yank out the knots. Sitting down beside her sleeping pallet, she tugged off her boots that had been suffocating her feet all day. 

“Nesta,” Cassian’s voice was suddenly closer, his voice lower and his presence nearer.

Nesta’s head shot up only to face Cassian’s barely a millimetre away. 

“What?” Nesta breathed out, trying her best to sound aggressive only for it to come out filled with- with need.

“Let me help you.” 

“You’ve done enough already by humiliating me.” Nesta muttered angrily as the events that occurred only moments before crashed down on her. She glanced back down, tugging her boots once more in frustration. She felt like she needed to throw something, but she had no energy in her. 

“Nesta,” Cassian’s hands covered hers as he replaced them to tug of her boots for her, “Let me.” 

From the humiliation she felt to the exhaustion, she let Cassian tug her boots off for her as she fell back to lay against her bed pallet. Willing herself to not cry, she tossed an arm over her eyes. 

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. She chanted to herself. 

“Nesta,” she didn’t even realize her boots were no longer on her feet, “Nesta, look at me.” 

Cassian’s voice was soft, tender, caring. Nesta didn’t know what to take of that. 

“Nesta. I didn’t mean to humiliate you.”

“Just stop, Cassian. Just-,” she took a deep breathe in, “Just leave.”


“No?” Nesta sat up abruptly, her face contorted in rage, “All those Illyrian warriors are now going to think I’m some weakling. More than they already do-”

The kiss was like none other. She had to admit, she was growing a like for Cassian that she had never felt for anyone. Cassian’s lips were rough but tender against hers, tasting like something Nesta had been looking for all her life. Her body moved on its own accord, her arms reaching up and wrapping themselves around Cassian’s neck. She tugged him closer, Cassian kneeling between her legs as his hands rested on her waist lightly.

“Nesta,” they only pulled away when their breathes were gone and their chests were rising and falling, “i-”

“Never do that again. At least not when you knew I was going to lose,” this time Nesta did let the tears fall, “The matter isn’t actually about winning or losing. I have to prove to these people, to these Illyrians, that I can fight just like them.” 

“Nesta,” Cassian pressed his forehead against hers. He was still faintly shocked at the fact that she hadn’t kicked his balls and threw him out, “They know you can fight just like them.” 

“Because you made them?”

“Because you proved yourself months ago the moment you walked into this camp. Did you see any one of those warriors out there laughing at you? Did you see any of them whispering? No. Because they all have grown a respect for you. A fear for you if you’d like.”

For some reasons, Nesta trusted Cassian’s words as her chest fell in relief. She didn’t know why she trusted him, albeit so easily.

“You promise?” she still asked.

“I promise you, Nesta. I’d never lie to you.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“As you’ve reminded me many times.” He chuckled. 

A silence set upon them before Nesta intervened, “What was-,”

“It’s all up to you,” Cassian knew what she was going to say before she finished her sentence, “I just- I like you, Nesta. More than you think. I’m willing to have any part of you no matter how small.”

Nesta looked down at Cassian’s body in between her legs, His hands resting so tenderly on her waist like he was holding something so precious. 

She moved her hands to interlace it with his. For once, she was going to let her walls down. She was done denying herself of something she’d wanted for so long. She wanted to be able to indulge in any small piece of joy she could find before the worst of the war arrives.

“Stay with me tonight?” Only then did she realize what she said, “I meant as- Just- You know never-”

“Of course, Nesta.”

She looked up once more, staring into his eyes. With new found confidence, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly.

“This doesn’t mean I won’t be angry at you the next time you do something like that.”

“I don’t expect anything less, sweetheart.”