Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop
Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.
I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL
(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)
“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like.”
It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom.
Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.
“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.
Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more
The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.
“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.
I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang.
I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.
“No matter what you say,
no matter what you do,
I only wanna do bad things to you.”
Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.
My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day.
I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.
“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.
“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.
“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”
“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”
“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.
“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.
“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.
“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.
“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.
Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.
“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.
I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.
“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.
“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.
I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.
“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.
“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”
Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.
Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.
“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder
“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.
We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.
I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.
I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.
I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.
“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.
"When we get home, you’re in for it.”
“Oh, I know.”
“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”
“Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.
I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.
I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.
“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.
“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.
Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.
“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”
I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed.
Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.
“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.
“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.
“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.
“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.
“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”
“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.
“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.
I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.
"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.
“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.
“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.
“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.
“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! A little smutty something for you guys. I didn’t put a specific character for this so I’m letting your imagination run wild with this smutty fic. Enjoy as always and happy reading!
Warnings: Smut (unsafe smut), swearing
Word Count: 1273
(gifs not mine, credits to the owners)
You laid on your stomach, scrolling on your phone as you waited for him to get home, wanting the feel of his skin against you, his lips, his embrace, everything. You sighed. You weren’t a fan really of him going home at late hours even though you don’t really sleep early as well but you wanted to just cuddle for a longer time until you fall asleep. You were starting to fall asleep but you fought it in hopes he might come home any time now. You looked over to your nightstand, the clock flashing 8:30 pm. You considered to take a few minutes of nap just because you were tired and your eyes felt too heavy for some reason.
Note: Such a fun story to write! Keep ‘em requests coming! Hope y’all enjoy reading this, especially you babyblues915! xoxo
You were in Judith’s room playing with her when you heard the sound of Alexandria’s main gate being pulled open. Frowning, you went over to the window to check out what was going on. As expected, the Saviors had paid your community another surprise visit on the day that your father, Rick, and the rest were out.
When you headed downstairs with Judith, you saw Carl about to leave the house and immediately called for him.
“Stay in the house, Carl. I’ll deal with them.” You told him as you carefully handed him your youngest sister.
Doctors Who Are Moms Say They Face Discrimination At Work
“If you become chief resident are you just going to get pregnant and have a baby?” asked the silver-haired male attending physician as I sat interviewing for the prestigious academic position of chief internal medicine resident. “That’s what all the female chiefs do, and I’m tired of it,” he added, shaking his head in clear disgust.
Gobsmacked by the blatant sexism of his interview technique, I laughed nervously and made some lame joke about working so much that I barely had time to see my husband, let alone make babies with him. Feeling absolutely professionally alone, with no good means of reporting the incident, I quietly pulled my application and plowed on through residency and life, eventually giving birth to a son at the very end of my training.
My experience is hardly unique: 4 out of 5 physician mothers say they experience workplace discrimination, according the results of a study published last week in JAMA Internal Medicine.
Plot: When you was kidnapped but your boyfriend Yoongi is one of the most influent boss in Seoul.
Words count: 1,9k
Warning: Slightly mention of blood;
For @esu333; i hope you like it! M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!
The italics part is a flashback!
The soft light was the only thing you could see. Choking, you had something down in your mouth, you tried to move but your attempts were completely useless. Between the folds of the hood you wore, you perceived blurred voices. Something, in your mind, continued to echo because they were particularly familiar.
Taking stock of the situation, you realized you were sitting. At least you weren’t dead, you thought in relief.
“Don’t try… There is no use Y/N ” Someone muttered into your ear; “I’m sorry… I asked them not to hurt you. ” He added with a low tone.
“KyunSoo?” You murmured, your voice emotionless.
“Really Y/N.. I would have preferred not to resort to this. ”
Your mind started racing, hectic and fast. If KyunSoo was in front of you, the reason could be just one. He had a score to settle with Yoongi.
Sighing, you start fidgeting in your chair but a hand gave a hard shoot on your head, provoking you a groan of pain.
“Stop Y/N.. don’t make things difficult. ” He warned you, but you did not have the slightest intention to listen to him.
No one could give orders to you.
The sounds around you were flushed and these makes you realize that you are locked into some soundproofed room. No one wanted to make you hear what was happening outside or to allow others to hear you.
Cursing softly you started rubbing your hands together, in a desperate attempt to pull them from the interweaving of ropes that held them tight.
“When they tie your hands with a triple knot, you can’t do anything but just broken two fingers of your hand and your wrist to set you free.”
Yoongi’s voice, in the days when he was explaining and repeating concepts familiar to him, it was not to any help at that time. Holding back the tears you tried once again to remove one of the two hands, but a violent blow against your chest stopped you instantly.
“This bitch,” someone unknown said vehemently; “Why don’t you just kill her??” The person added lost patience.
You did not recognize him, but you know he has no power over KyunSoo. He is the boss, he has always been. In your mind began to appear the memories of your days in College, you would never have thought he would become one of the most influential gangsters in the city.
He was sweet, friendly and charismatic. Now he was just known for the highest amount of deaths associated with his name.
“Did you have managed to reach him?” Kyunsoo asked, bored voice, and your heart will lose some beat.
You did not want Yoongi to be involved, you would rather die than put him in danger.
“Kyunsoo… What do you want from Yoongi? ” You asked, holding the hot tears that itched your eyes; “I can give you what you want. I have my money, I swear. ”
A broke sigh between you lips caused you a chill down your spine; because you know that nothing would have distracted him from his goal.
“What is mine, Y/n. I swear you won’t be hurt if he cooperates.”
“And if he won’t cooperate…?” You asked with another tremble into your voice, reprising the attempt to free your hands from the grip.
“You are going to die.”
Not that you were surprised by his words, you were well aware of how that world worked. And yet you did not care to die if the man you loved was safe.
His hands started to rush on your neck, laying on your hips while forcefully you were attracted, making crush your bodies. It was the first time that you let him bring so much to you. Always too far away but connected in ways you couldn’t explain.
“Do you know that if you stay with me, you could often risk your life?”
“I don’t care, Yoongi” You muttered onto his lips, without taking your eyes off his.
His eyes didn’t leave a moment, glided lenses on each stroke of your face, provoking you the most intense sensations ever.
“I promise you one thing, Y/N”. He added with a serious tone, cupping your face in his hands by tapering and delicate fingers.
A strange trait for the most feared of all boss in Seoul, but you had always loved his hands.
“What?” You raised an eyebrow in a curious expression.
“I would never let someone lay a finger on you. And if it, for a mere twist of fate, happen… They’ll no longer have their hands or their lives to do it again. ”
That particular moment in your relationship made space in your mind and a quite feeling invaded you. He would protect you, you could even hear that the situation would end soon.
So you renounced completely to free yourself from the ropes, your body is relaxed and even your heart slowed his beats. You felt completely different and it was the thought of Yoongi to help you; knowing he would save you.
“Y/N, are you okay?” The voice of Kyunsoo brought you back to reality and you shake your head, just too tired of that hood on your face.
The man in front of you understood the situation and decided that maybe wouldn’t have been a danger discovering your face. You were well aware of why you were there, seeing them in the face wouldn’t have changed anything.
The newfound “freedom” allowed you to understand, finally, where you were. There were not a lot of clues, the bare walls and just a desk where Kyunsoo was sitting, checking documents that you couldn’t see from where you are.
“He will hurt you. ” You were warning him, even if he did not deserve this at all.
His laughter filled the air immediately, while your eyes rested on him and you observed with disgust.
“I’m not afraid Y/N; not of him. ” He reassured, a frown amused onto his face.
“You should.” You added, still teasing him in pride.
One thing that you had understood of those men was just that; they were incredibly sensitive and proud. Hurting them at that point and they could become incredibly weak or ruthless killers.
“For now, your dearly beloved did not give signs of life.”
The posture in which you were started to hurt a few hours earlier, but you did not stoop to complaining. Your mouth was closed for that entire time, while your legs became weaker and weaker and the pain in your wrists grew.
Suddenly a dull thud made you to lift your face, turning towards the thick door that divided you from the rest of the world.
No shot, no amount of screaming. There were total silence and disappointment surrounded you because if it had been Yoongi the screaming would not be missed.
“Didn’t they tell you how to treat a woman? A woman that didn’t belong to you.” An icy voice, steeped in anger, rang out in the speakers making you lose a couple of heartbeats.
He was there, he had not broken his promise.
Kyunsoo began to look around, visibly frightened, by pulling the gun out of the holster inside his jacket. You smiled and began to experience a feeling different. For the first time, despite you always kept hidden your fear in front of Yoongi, you are not scared by the “work” of your man. For the first time, you are relieved, because otherwise, he would never be able to save you.
The door, only wall between you and freedom, collapsed after a few moments, perhaps thanks to a minimum dose of an explosive charge. The smoke filled the room, provoking you a slight coughing while your eyesight was completely blurred.
“Kyunsoo, I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Yoongi… One more step and I’ll kill her. ”
The barrel of the gun is pointed at your temple and you froze immediately, while the smoke was starting to branch.
“Yoongi …” Your whisper reached the man, standing at the door with the gun lowered against his side.
His gaze was completely emotionless on the outside. You were the only one who could see the anger that burst in his eyes and a shiver down your spine shook and assured you at the same time.
“Touch her again and I swear, Kyunsoo–” He began to mean with icy tone; “in less than three minutes you’ll be dead.”
“I die, she dies. You know I’m a trigger happy, don’t force me to hurt her. ”
“You have exactly ten seconds to let her go.”
He was calm, so calm that managed to soothe you. His voice had the power to be a soothing for you and this time was no different.
“One.” His cold tone had become lethal.
“Give me what is mine Yoongi.”
“Yoongi.. Could you just go straight to three instead of waiting up to ten? ” You asked, completely drained of all energy.
You did not want to die, but if it had to happen you would have preferred a quick thing.
“Whatever.” He Murmured, this time a hint of amusement in his voice.
You closed your eyes to hear a gunshot, not knowing if it was the Yoongi’s one or the Kyunsoo’s one directly to your head. You were prepared to impact so you have curled up about, but you could not feel any kind of pain.
Slowly you unfold the left eye, just to see blood splatter on your hands. But it was not yours and this was a huge relief, so much so that you felt the adrenaline begin to slip away from your body.
“Baby, I’m here… I’m here. ”
You raise your eyes and when you saw at that time of the aggressive tremble that was shaking you, accepting with gratitude the loving touch of his hands on your face.
“I’m here babe, sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, while one of his men entered the room and immediately freed your hands. “What did he do? See your face… God, I’m going to kill him. ”
“Y-Y-you have already done so, Y-Yoongi.. ”
“I’m going to kill him again just for daring to touch you” he hummed on your lips, finally relieved to see that despite all you were alive.
He put his hands under your armpits after they finally had freed your hands and feet, lifting you effortlessly and clutching firmly against his body.
Crying is liberating, hot tears flowed fast on your cheeks still stained with blood, while he rocked you gently.
“It’s okay baby, everything is over.”
“You’re here… you’re really here. ” You managed to say through tears and sobs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and the collarbone.
“I promised two years ago. No one can touch you without lost their life. ”
Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs (may have gotten carried away with those).
Summary: You go undercover with Bucky where you need to get a flashdrive from a HYDRA agent who frequents a men’s club. Your job is to give him a lap dance, get him knocked out, and steal the flash drive. Things don’t go as planned because someone gets a little jealous and decides to, quite literally, knock the agent out.
Warnings: Mentions of blood & violence. That’s it.
Pairings: Mark x reader x Namjoon ft GOTBANG collaboration.
Summary: You’re innocently caught in the crossfire of two of Korea’s deadliest gangs, after an argument with your gang leader boyfriend. Could you have been hurt by someone closer to home? Or has the rivalry between the two become personal? Remember not everything is as simple as black and white..
A Love Story is Better With You: Baby Love - One Shot Series #5
Your morning had begun slowly. You had woken up to a cold mug of tea sitting by your bedside, with a little note, scribbled with Harry’s handwriting.
Morning my love, had to pop out to the grocery store, was going to make breakfast, and realized we didn’t have eggs among other things. I should be home soon, love you x -H
You sighed, leaning against the headboard, with a steady groan, placing a palm on your belly giving it a soft rub. “You better come soon, little bub. Mumma can barely move with you being so low” you chuckling, feeling a soft kick.
You grabbed your tea, taking a small sip, letting the cool liquid sooth your dry throat, before slowly swinging your legs over the bed,resting on the floor and waddling to the bathroom, to use the toilet and brush your teeth.
You were making your way down your stairs slowly, when you heard the front door close, and Harry’s head popped into the foyer.
“Oh, you’re up! Good morning gorgeous” he smiled, waiting for you to reach the bottom of the staircase before pecking your lips.
You chuckled dryly, before peeking into the brown grocery bags he held in his hands, fingers curling around the handles of the bag.
“Not feeling that gorgeous this morning, but thank you” you softly smiling, following him into the kitchen as you placed a hand on your hip, giving it a soft rub, while trying not to show your discomfort.
“You alright? How’s our little girl?” he smirked, pulling all the groceries out the brown bags, and placing the things that needed to be in the fridge, in the fridge along with other things in the cupboard.
“Backs just been playing up, feels really sore” you whispered, feeling a strange pain make it’s way down your back.
“And who said it was a girl?” you retorted.
“Fathers Intuition. Hasn’t to be a real thing, hmm?” he questioned and you clicked your tongue and nodded, just to wipe that smirk off his face.
“Mhm, alright, whatever you say, mister.”
You were sitting on the couch, snuggled into Harry with your feet planted up on Harry’s thighs as he softly rubbed them and kept his eyes focused on the telly, as Friends was playing reruns.
You suddenly closed your eyes, scrunching up your nose as a sharp pain made it’s way down your back and you winced through your teeth.
Harry’s brows furrowed, hands quickly stopping their movement on your feet and calves thinking he had hurt you.
“You sure you’re all right?” he questioned, sitting up more firmly, eyeing you suspiciously.
“Yeah, it was just this weird pain, I’ve never felt it before” you whispered, wiping your eyes as the tears suddenly appeared out of no where and you chuckled.
“I don’t even know why i’m crying”
He chuckled, leaning over kissing your forehead before standing up and cleaning up your two dirty mugs that were finished with tea.
The pains had died down for about an hour, but they came back when you decided to lay down on your bed to take a small nap, tiredness hooding your eyes.
“Crap” you winced, sitting up straight and pressing a palm to the bottom of your back.
“Harry?” you called, hoping he had heard you.
“Harry?!” you whimpered out, eyes closed trying to focus on your breathing as tears coated your eyes.
You had gotten up, just about to look for Harry as he stormed into the room.
“Hey, hey. You alright?” he cooed, making his way over to you, wiping at your wet cheeks as he pressed your head into his chest.
“It hurts so bad” you whimpered.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to call the midwife, you’ve been having these pains for a while, maybe you’re going into labor-”
You moaned lowly, leaning your head against the his chest, putting up your hand in attempt to get him to shush, and hush he did, as you swayed your hips back and forth.
“No, there isn’t a point!” you shouted suddenly, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand as you swayed your hips back and forth.
It seemed that your sudden outburst had him push back a little and guilt immediately sat heavy on your chest.
“I’m sorry” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to shout, it just hurts so bad, and I didn’t mean to and now I feel bad-” you rambled, but he shook his head, bringing you closed to him again before pressing his lips to your forehead.
“Nothing to apologize for my love” he reassured.
You sniffled with a nod.
“It’s just, my water hasn’t broken, and they won’t admit me unless it has” you panted, suddenly feeling that pain creep it’s way down your back and through belly.
“Oh, shit” you panted.
Harry kept his place, right where he was as you leaned against him, swaying your hips back and forth.
“That’s good, just like that.” he praised, hearing your pant through the contraction.
You tearfully nodded, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“I’m just so scared.” you whispered, shakily and he nodded.
“Me too, and that’s okay” he whispered, bringing you close, and rubbing your back.
“Leave me to be scared. You have nothing to be afraid of, you’re going to be safe. I’m right here. Let me be worried for the both of us”
You nodded, sniffling against him as another sharp pain was making it’s way down your back and you squeezed your eyes shut, biting into his shoulder.
“Breath with it” he spoke again softly into your ear, leading by example by ushering a few breaths and you followed.
“There you go” he whispered with a gentle smile.
You smiled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder.
“Can you imagine if we actually had our baby today?” you whispered, looking up at him with a tired smile.
“We’d finally get to meet our little bean” you sniffled, wiping at your eyes.
“I cannot wait” he gushed.
You smiled, wiping at your wet eyes, when a sudden feeling made it’s way in between your legs.
“Baby, did you just pee your pants?” he chuckled. “Not that it’s bad or anything, we could clean it up-”
Your eyes went wide, looking down, seeing a small pool of liquid between your two feet.
“I didn’t pee myself Harry. I think my water just broke” you let out, heart starting to race.
His eyes went wide for a second, face going pale.
“W-What?” he stuttered. “Are you sure you didn’t just pee yourself?”
“Harry!” you whimpered vulnerably, swatting at his chest as your back began to ache again and you groaned.
“Right, okay. okay. Your water broke” he spoke out again, mostly to just get the realization to sink in that today, the two of you would finally be having your baby.
He quickly grabbed his keys, and slipped on his shoes, quickly slipping on your flats for you, and helping you down the stairs.
“Okay, let’s go” he ushered, helping you out to the foyer and towards the door.
“Bag” you panted with closed eyes. “Hospital bag”
“Right, yes! Hospital bag” he checked, looking around and remembering you had it placed next to your night stand, in the bedroom. He quickly darted back up the stairs, skipping each step before barging into the room, heart pounding and grabbing the bag and slinging it over his shoulder and running downstairs.
“Got the bag, now lets go have ourselves a baby” he whispered, getting a soft smile from your and a kiss to your cheek.
You waddled your way out the hospital bathroom, in your hospital robe, and had the nurse help you tie the strings in the back.
“How do I look?” you softly joked, giving him a small spin, as you wiggled your toes in your warm socks, since the hospital floors were pretty chilly.
“So sexy” he smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips and helping you into the bed.
“How are your contractions?” he checked, eyeing you but the nurse interrupted.
“Very good, about 3 to 4 minutes apart, which is good. Soon they’ll be getting closer. She’s a good 6 centimeters dialed, the last time I checked, so your little baby could be here any time soon” she smiled.
“Do you know the gender?” she questioned, looking at the computer, to fill in updated information.
“No, we decided we’d like to keep it a surprise” Harry smiled, stroking the hair off your forehead and smiling down at you.
“Oh, that’s excited” she gushed.
“Although, he is pretty adamant that it’s a girl” you chuckled, looking up at him with an eye roll.
“Claims it’s his fatherly intuition”
“Well, we’ll just have to see in a matter of a couple hours hopefully, if he’s right” she smiled, jotting down a couple more notes into your binder of information and putting it away.
“Alright, i’ll be back in a couple hours to check how you’re progressing, maybe sooner if your little bub decides to speed up the process a bit” she chuckled, excusing herself and leaving the room.
“I don’t know if I could do this anymore” you whispered, shaking your head from side to side as the tears slid down your cheeks.
“Harry I can’t do it. I can’t push” you panted, as he swept the tears off your cheeks.
“Yes you can baby, I know you can” he whispered, focusing his eyes just on you as the nurses and midwife began to situate everything in place, and begin to get ready for the process of getting you to push.
“I’m so scared” you whispered, fright lacing your voice, and in this very moment, Harry felt heartbroken.
Heartbroken because as much as he wanted to help you, he knew there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t take the pain away for you, he couldn’t do the pushing for you, he couldn’t do anything. The only thing he could do was be right by your side and encourage you and let you know that he was there.
“Look at me” he whispered, beyond all the commotion. “Baby, look at me.” he repeated, placing a hand on your cheek to gain your full attention.
“I know you can do it, and I know you’re scared, but you are so strong. The strongest woman I know. It’ll be a little bit of pushing and then we’ll finally see our little bub, the one we’ve been waiting for on months” he smiled. “I’m going to be right here beside you. You’re not alone. There’s no need to be scared, I’ll be scared for the both of us. You just take a deep breath and do what you do best, be strong” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I’m right here, and I love you”
You sniffled, nodding your head, quickly knuckling at your eyes.
“I love you too, Harry”
“Alright sweetie, you ready to start pushing?” you midwife questioned with an excited smile.
“As ready as i’ll ever be” you replied, with a nervous chuckle.
“Alright, well follow your body. When you feel the need to push, just do it. Follow what your body tells you to do” she explained, and you nodded.
Seconds later, you felt a contraction start to come along and the sudden urge to push, was greater then ever.
“Perfect!” she encouraged. “Just like that, you’re doing beautifully!” she smiled.
“You’re doing so well baby, i love you” Harry smiled, stroking the hair out your face and gently patting it with a cool towel.
“Alright, one more time!” the nurse encouraged, grabbing onto your knee and counting down from ten, as you pushed with everything you had in you.
“I can’t!” you panted, slumping back, forehead all wet with sweat, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“I can’t do it. I can’t” you whimpered uselessly as Harry nodded his head.
“I know baby, I know you’re tired, but you’re so close” he whispered, with hope in his voice. “Our bub is only minutes away from getting here. You can do it, I know you can” he reassured, squeezing your hand tightly.
You felt another rush of a contraction make it’s way through your body, as you pushed as hard as you could.
“Agh, bloody hell!” you shouted.
“That’s beautiful! The head is out, would you like to see?” she questioned, with a smile.
You nodded, quickly, as Harry did as well and she brought out a mirror.
“Oh my!” you croaked, tears streaming down your face.
“Oh baby, look at all that hair” Harry croaked, tears streaming down his face, voice rattled with tears.
“Alright, now all i’m going to need from you for right now, is to pant. You’re going to want to push, but don’t. This is the part where the shoulders are going to come out. You may feel a burning sensation, but don’t push, I don’t want you to tear. So when you feel your next contraction come, just pant” she explained.
Harry stayed close next to you, one hand around your shoulders as his other hand was tightly in yours for you to squeeze at any moment needed.
“Oh, shoot!” you groaned, panting through gritted teeth, as you felt a burning sensation.
“That’s beautiful, just like that, shoulders are almost out!” she cheered, doing what she had to do.
“Agh, it burns!” you cried, moving your head into Harry’s shoulder, trying to withhold a scream.
“Alright!” the midwife edged on happily. “Here we are!” she called out happily, as the baby slid out and you released a sigh of relief as she placed the baby on your chest, as the baby wailed loudly.
“It’s a boy!” the nurse called out. “7:48 PM” another nurse called out, noting the time of his birth.
“A boy?” you breathed, shocked and overwhelmed.
“Oh my goodness, we have a boy!” Harry exclaimed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss against your lips.
“Oh my gosh” you cried. “You’re so beautiful” you croaked wetly, swiping a finger down his chubby cheek as you sniffled.
“Oh my, hey little guy” Harry breathed.
“Oh sweetheart, you did so well. I’m so proud of you.” Harry grinned, cheeks wet but eyes holding such an amount of love and pride, you just couldn’t help but smile.
“Alright, 7 pounds and 9 ounces!” the midwife smiled, taking your little boy, after taking his length and weight before swaddling him up and handing him to you.
“Enjoy him, he’s beautiful” the nurse smiling, making sure you were comfortable and reassuring that if you needed anything, to just press the red caller button and someone would be down the assist.
You sniffled, wiping away at your eyes, as your little boy latched onto your chest, quite quickly before nuzzling close to you and suckling away.
Harry stirred awake, eyes going wide.
“Are you okay? Does something hurt?” he questioned, getting up from the uncomfortable chair, back a bit stiff before quickly walking over to you.
“No, no” you chuckled groggily, throat dry.
“He just latched on so quickly” you whispered, voice wavering. “I was so worried he wouldn’t, but he just started to whimper, and his lips were suckling together so I figured he was hungry, and he just went at it right away” you smiled, looking down at him.
“That’s my boy!” Harry smirked, lightening up the mood a bit and you rolled your eyes with a giggle.
“Oh shush” you whispered.
“What are we going to name him…” you questioned to yourself and to him. “We were so set on the idea that it’d probably be a girl, that we didn’t even think of that many boy names” you chuckled, looking up at Harry as the little boy ate away.
“Hmm, what about Oliver? We could call him Ollie?” he suggested.
You look down at the little boy and shrugged your shoulders.
“He doesn’t look like much of an Oliver to me.” you debated.
You heart stopped, as a name suddenly came to mind, and you felt as if it were perfect. You and Harry had spent a brief moment speaking of it months back, but thinking of the name, you just knew that it had to be his name.
“What about, Theodore?” you questioned, looking up at him. “We could call him Theo.”
“Theodore Styles…” he tested out.
After a moment of quite, he looked down and smiled at you.
“I love it” he whispered. “Our little Theo” he sniffled, swiping a finger down his cheek.
Harry was awoken to small little whimpers beside him. He cracked an eye open to see you deeply asleep, so he quietly got up and made his way to the little bassinet where Theo was laid.
“Hey, little guy” he whispered, careful to not wake you, since you needed the rest.
Harry gently placed his hand under his head and swiftly brought him close to his chest.
Grabbing the soft blanket, you two had brought from home, he sat down on the reclining chair, gently taking off his shirt, and placing Theo on his chest and covering them both with the soft blanket.
“Hey Theo…” he whispered, gently rocking back and forth.
“You’re so beautiful, gosh, I really did not think you were going to be a boy” he chuckled softly. “But i’m so glad, I can’t imagine it any other way” he whispered.
“I hope I’ll be a good daddy for you”
“I’ll promise to always be there for you, bud. I’ll be there to kiss the boo boo’s away, i’ll be there at all your football matches, if that’s what you decided you wanna play when you get a bit older. I promise i’ll always be there for a chat if you ever need one, but I promise to love you, no matter what you do, because you’ll always be my little boy” he whispered.
You were awoken to a gentle tap at the door. You cracked an eye open, seeing Harry with Theo in his arms, snuggled close as Anne popped her head in.
“Hello, hello!” you whispered excitingly, placing her bag down quickly and making her way to you, giving you a warm embrace, kissing your cheek before making her way over to Harry.
“Oh, goodness” she whispered, hands instantly covering her mouth as tears coated her eyes.
There was a moment of silence, before her eyes went wide.
“It’s a boy?!” she gasped quietly, eyes going wide, looking between the two of you, as she saw his bassinet with the words “It’s a boy!” labeled on the side.
“It’s a boy” you smiled, heart growing warm, as Anne placed her head on Harry’s shoulder, fawning over the new little member of the family.
“Can I hold him?” she wavered, clearing her throat to get rid of the shakiness of her voice.
“Of course, mum” Harry chuckled, waiting for her to quickly sanitize her hands before stepping beside him and having the baby placed into her hold.
He whimpered slightly, but once replaced in another pair of warm arms, he snuggled close, with a snuffled nose, before going back to sleep.
“Oh, he’s just beautiful” she gushed, running a finger down his cheek, before taking a seat on the edge of your bed.
“How was the delivery?” she questioned, looking up at you.
“It was hard.” you spoke truthfully. “If Harry hadn’t been there, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to do it” you softly smiled as he pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead.
There was a moment of silence, all eyes on Theo.
“So mum…” Harry started.
“We’d officially like for you to meet…Theodore Robin Styles” Harry whispered, eyeing you with a soft smile as Anne’s head shot up.
“What?” she whispered tearfully.
“Mhm” you whispered, wiping at your eyes.
“We figured it would play out well, he was such an amazing man, he was always there for Harry, and we want Theo to have a part of him.” you whispered, tears rattling your voice.
“Oh goodness, he would have loved it” she sniffled, looking up at the ceiling to try and contain her tears.
“Oh, mum” Harry whispered, sitting beside her and embracing her.
“Thank you, that’s just…so beautiful” she whispered. “I’m sure he loves it” she smiled softly, looking down at Theo.
“What a wonderful little boy…” she whispered.
Oh, but was she right, he really was a wonderful little boy.
here we have it, the birth of the first Styles’ baby, Little Theo! Hopefully you enjoyed, let me know what you thought, and if you have any requests be sure to send them to my ask box! lots of love x
Not waiting for his reply, you tucked your phone away in your pocket and huffed loudly as you went your fingers through your hair.
Hesitantly, you glanced towards Jimin. He was standing at the same spot, his whole body frozen while he stared at the wall you were leaning on just seconds ago.
Taking a few small steps towards him, you lifted your arm in order to shake him out of his frozen state but stopped midway, scared to see his reaction. “J-Jimin, say something, please..”
You watched how he snapped back to reality the moment he heard your voice.
Hesitantly but slowly, he lifted his right arm and placed his hand on your belly, a faint smile plastered on his face. “D-Does that mean there is a chance that you’re carrying my baby?”
Confused, you looked at his face. What was he doing?
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your body and placed soft kisses all over your face. “Thank you so much, Y/N! You can’t believe how happy you made-”
Placing your hands on his chest, you shoved him away for the second time that day. “What are you doing, Jimin?! Are you insane?! I just told you that I’m pregnant and that you might be the father! Why are you happy about this?! What are we going to say to them when they find out?!”
Placing his hand on your face, he stroke your cheek with his thumb. “They will not find it out.”
“How, Jimin?! How?!”
“Run away with me, Y/N.”
Slapping his hand away, you looked at him furiously. “You’ve really lost your mind! How can you say such a thing like that, Jimin?! You are married! Your wife is waiting downstairs for you, just like my husband! Don’t you feel sorry?!”
All of a sudden, Jimin started breathing heavily, the anger in his eyes making you take a step back from him. “Feeling sorry?! Why should I feel sorry?!”
“Hara didn’t do anything wrong, she’s innocent, just like Taehyung! They don’t deserve this-”
A sarcastic laugh escaped Jimin’s mouth. “Taehyung isn’t innocent! He never was!”
“W-What? What do you mean?”
“Your marriage with him is based on a contract, Y/N.”
This is a little heavy, so…prepare yourself. Hope you enjoy.
Summary:Shawn has an interview, but he has a better idea
I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. I took a deep breath and stretched. I felt the bed shift beside me as my handsome boyfriend wrapped an arm around me in his sleep. I turned around to face him, smiling to myself. Memories of last night popped into my head. Let’s just say we didn’t sleep for awhile.
I traced the outline of his closed eyes and the outline of his plump lips, when he started to smile.
“What are you doing?” He asked with slight amusement in his voice. His eyes were still closed.
“Nothing.” he pulled me closer and laid his head on my very naked chest. I started to run my hands through his hair, my nails softly grazing his scalp.
“Mmm. That feels nice.” He said in a sexy morning voice. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”
“Nope. Just a little sore.”
“You must’ve come about 3 times last night. Are you sure?” Shawn said, lifting his head up to look at me. I smiled and blushed at the thought of last night.
“I’m fine. Promise.” I said pecking his lips. Then suddenly he grabbed me by the waist and turned over, setting my naked body on top of his.
“I like this view.”
“I’m sure you do.” I chuckled bending down and placed my lips on his. He kissed back with more passion causing me to let out a moan. His hand tightened on my hip as he asked for entrance, but before he could I broke the kiss.
“You have an interview. Better not start something we can’t finish.” I said getting off of him and making my way to the restroom.
I went to the shower and turned on the water, making sure it was hot enough. When I turned around Shawn was behind me with a smile on his face.
“Who said we couldn’t finish it?” He asked with a mischievous smile. I know what that means.
“Shawn, no we can’t. You need to get ready. Andrew already thinks that we’re rabbits in another life.” I said placing my hands on Shawn’s firm chest as he nibbled at my neck. I bite my lip as he grazed over my soft spot.
“Who knows we might be.” He whispered sucking on the spot just under my ear, making my jaw drop. He knows that if he goes there, I’m practically putty in his hands. He pulls me closer, till our naked bodies are pressed against each other. He starts to suck harder.
“Shawn.” I moan.
“Shh.” He says, tapping the back of my thigh. I jumped, giving in as he stepped into the shower with me in his arms. He brought his lips to mine as he pressed me up against the tile wall. The kiss was extremely passionate and heated. I deepened the kiss as he ran his hand up my leg. He set me down and I pushed him up against the wall. A smirk appeared on his face.
I started to kiss his neck and moved down until I was at his abs. He looked down at me, his breath hitching as I licked every ab muscle slowly. He cursed under his breath as I continued down. I grasped him in my hand and started to pump him slowly. Shawn hisses and throws his head back.
“Y/n.” He moans. I start to pump faster. He twitches in my hand. “Baby don’t stop. Please.” Soon Shawn releases on my hand. I stand up and lick his juices off my hand. He turns me around and presses me into him with a throaty grunt, turning me on. He trails his hand down my stomach, making me shiver. He then starts to rub me at a steady pace. I winced slightly.
“Shawn, I’m sore.” I moaned as he kissed my neck. Suddenly, he stuck 2 fingers in me with no warning. My jaw dropped as I held back a moan.
“Baby you don’t know sore yet.” He whispered. With that, He went deeper Causing me to press into him. He let out a grunt. My breathing quickened as he curled his fingers, making me practically scream out in pleasure. “Found it.” He starts to speed it up and my legs start to shake, I’ve never felt so much pleasure at one time before. I can’t even think straight. Before I know it, my high washed over me, my legs feeling weak. Shawn wrapped his arm around me before I collapsed to the ground. He carried me out of the shower and laid me on the bed.
“Now you’re going to be sore.” he stated kneling beside the bed.
“I hate you so much right now.” I panted, causing Shawn to laugh.
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 4,380 ( I mean…)
language, fluff, excessive sweetness
A/N: I hope you guys love the fluff. Thanks for sticking with me, and for reading, and for all your sweet messages. <3
Aria cracked one eye open and grinned up at them, “Shhh, I’m ‘defeated’.”
Both men just stared for a moment, Drack shaking his head and Jaal feeling distinctly wistful.
Aria lay on the ground in the middle of the office with three baby Krogan on top of her; one half on her chest, one over her right arm, and the last laying across her legs. All three were making happy rumbling noises, clearly not noticing that their ‘defeated prey’ was actually quite comfortable.
“Found yerself a clutch-sitter, Kesh?” Drack laughed, setting his load down and skirting the scene to approach his granddaughter.
“Hey, Ryder offered,” Kesh clearly had a grin on her face, even as she typed away at her console, “Natural caretaker, that one; kids went straight for her.”
Jaal couldn’t help it; he deposited his own armful on the ground and then carefully crouched beside the redhead, smirking as the Krogan nearest him made a curious sort of sound, “Having fun, Darling One?”
“I am.” Aria grinned.
Eheheheeee got a lovely little lineart commission from miss @lynngo-art to with Log#29 of The Misadventures of Aria Ryder. I honestly told her to pick her favourite part of the chapter and go for it, and I am very very happy with the result ♥ ♥
Kesh’s clutch is adorable and I need to name them crap. Oops. >>;
Thank you so much Lynn it’s so freaking cute ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ X3
A/N: Smut warning, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this at home, you will get pregnant and die)
“Stiles,” Your boyfriend of two years had his back turned to you, his head buried in a book. He’s been so caught up in the Supernatural that you never got a chance to celebrate your two year anniversary last week; he said he’d make it up to you but so far, nothing.
Deciding to do something bold for once, you skipped to the bathroom and changed your outfit from a pair of boring leggings and a jumper to the lingerie you had hiding underneath, you grabbed the silk robe that you stuffed in your bag earlier and threw it over the black underwear. Fixing your makeup and puffing your hair up slightly, you smirked in the mirror at how beautiful you looked.