A/N: inspired by the lovely josh dun is my first smut piece! i got a request for a disneyland smut for josh since he was recently there and i had to post it asap. i have also only been to the california disneyland so if it’s not accurate that’s why. and im also listening to a classic disney songs playlist. enjoy. this took forever.
Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader
Type: Fluff, Full Smut
Warnings: DisneyWorld sex, public thrills, cursing, sex sex sex, unprotected (reader on birth control), dirty talk, blood, all the good shit (i think thats it?)
Touring with the band twenty one pilots was always interesting. But lately, you had felt like you were going stir crazy. No doubt, something interesting was always going on, but you wanted to go explore the world you were touring. The boys had a show in Tampa in a few days, so they spent those days rehearsing while you spent the day roaming the arena, laying in Josh’s bunk, or laying in the dressing room. The boys were about to wrap up for the night, so you decided to make your way to the bus early.
As you settled in the bunk, you pulled out your laptop and scrolled through movies. You decided on The Little Mermaid and you sat back, not bothering to plug in your headphones, leaving the sound playing loudly, making you immersed in it.
However, just as Kiss The Girl was playing, you hear Tyler and Josh bounding onto the bus, laughing about something you didn’t know of.
“Where’s my girl?” Josh called out.
You stuck your hand out of the bunk signaling your location. You heard the footsteps padding in your direction and you jumped slightly as a damp Josh whipped open the curtain. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts and his hair was damp from the shower he just took. Water droplets rested on his toned shoulders and you stared for a moment, but turned back to the movie. He leans down to watch the end of the song and cheekily turns to you, kissing you softly. You pull away laughing.
“Stop being so cheesy, you make me sick,” Tyler comments, laying in his own bunk.
You turn back to the movie and Josh squeezes into the confined space to cuddle up to you and watch with you. Throughout the movie, you share small talk and enjoy each others company. When the movie is over, the idea suddenly pops in your head.
“Let’s go to Disneyworld!” you nearly shout. Josh looks at you with excited eyes. Since they have the day off tomorrow, it would be perfect. Josh nudges Tyler in his bunk, who is facetiming Jenna.
“Hey dude you wanna go with us to Disney tomorrow?” He asks. Tyler pulls out his earphones and turns to Josh.
“No, I think I’m just going to chill here. You and Y/N should go though, it will be the ultimate goals!” Tyler emphasizes the last bit with a girly voice, making you both laugh. You silently thank the gods that Tyler is going.
Touring was amazing, truly in every way. But you and Josh had barely had any alone time in weeks and you were suffering. The last time you got two minutes alone in the dressing room, Tyler walked in on you, pants off, Josh’s bright yellow hair between your thighs. You hadn’t done as much as feel each other up since. Maybe you would get some more alone time in a Disney bathroom, you hoped. Twisted, so twisted, but the thought made your thighs clamp together.
“So it’s set, tomorrow, you, me, and Walk Disney!” Josh climbed into the bunk again, nearly pouncing on you with excitement.
“I can’t wait!” you responded with as much enthusiasm.
“Let’s watch Hercules now!” he said with the enthusiasm of a child, settling comfortably next to you. You clicked on the movie, settling into Josh with his arm wrapped around you.
Sometime during Hercules, you had fallen asleep soundly. Early the next morning, you had woken up by Josh shaking your arm and repeating the phrase ‘disneyworld’ over and over until you got up.
You slipped on some comfortable clothes and brushed your hair, applying a comfortable amount of makeup on the couch with a mirror on the table beside the couch. Josh walked into the room you were applying makeup to grab a shirt, shirtless and wearing black jeans and you couldn’t help but stare. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at his back flexing as he bent over.
“Like what you see?” he asked, smirking and sauntering over to you. You nodded, still biting your lip, as he got close to your face. You turned to him so that you were sitting, facing front on the couch as he put his arms down, boxing you in with his arms against the couch.
“Do something about it, then,” he said.
You lunged at him, standing up and attaching your lips to his. You jumped, and he caught you, holding your backside with his big hands. He laid you down on the couch, settling on top of you, keeping your lips attached.
As always, Tyler opened the slide door and started to talk but stopped when he saw what was going down.
“Josh the uber is here- oh my god not again,” he said covering his eyes. You two didn’t even jump back, just detached your lips and Josh sighed, hanging his head.
“Alright Ty, we’ll be right out,” he said.
He picked his head up and muttered, “to be continued,” as he pecked your nose and climbed off of you. He slipped on a white tank top and you fixed your lipstick and adjusted your hair, picking up your bag and heading out the door with Josh following. You both waved goodbye to Tyler and nearly leaped off the bus, happy to be having some alone time.
The entire ride to the theme park, Josh was about to explode with excitement, as were you. As the uber dropped you off, you and Josh climbed out of the car and nearly ran to the ticket booth, paying and getting tickets to go inside.
Once you got your bag checked and your ticket scanned, you walked into the entrance, smiling and looking around, taking in the full ambience of everything.
Josh slipped his hands in yours and spun you around, laughing. You walked into the park, hand in hand, excited as the kids around you.
You decided to ride the ‘big rides’ first so that you can make your way back to the kiddie park and ride rides there on your way out.
After riding Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, and many others, you made your way to the final ride of the ‘big’ rides: Tower of Terror. This was your absolute favorite ride and you nearly combusted when you saw it. You ran to get in line, ignoring the stares you were getting. The people just in front of you glanced at you and snapped their head forward. When it was almost time to get on the elevator seat carriage. You looked and saw the person was acting strange, but saw the back of their shirt. On the back of the black shirt donned a twenty one pilots logo. You smiled at Josh and pointed. Josh smiled, wanting to poke fun.
“Hey,” he said, tapping the person, “What are those marks on your shirt?” he asked, smirking. The person and their friends smiled and hugged Josh, snapping pictures with him.
You had sat right in front of the fans during the ride and as the ride took you up and dropped, Josh held your hand tightly in the air as you screamed with joy.
As you exited the ride, you and Josh waved bye to the fans, before heading to the castle where all the princesses were. You snapped a picture of Josh meeting Elsa and Anna per fan’s request, and put it on Twitter and Snapchat, laughing at the explosive responses.
It had come time to start finishing up, and the last ride you decided on was the Little Mermaid ride. Since the ride was dark, kind of lengthy, and you were mostly away from other people for the majority of the time, you made an action plan in your head and smirked.
Sat in the seashell seats, once you and Josh entered the darkness, you leaned over and placed your mouth on his roughly. Josh got the message quickly and grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you may bruise. He moved and kissed the side of your neck, making you moan softly. You shifted so that he was underneath you and you were straddling him in the confined space. He came to your lips and whispered, “You gotta be quiet, babygirl. Wouldn’t want everyone else on this ride knowing you’re my little whore.”
The moment he said that, the ride came to a halt. You and Josh pulled away and looked around, you kneeling and straddling his lap, your heat on his crotch that you could feel hardening. The music still contunued playing, the visuals still moving, but the seashell cart you were in was completely stopped. It was strange mainly because the ride was a nonstop ride and was supposed to always be in motion. Part of Your World suddenly faded out and the announcer came on the loud speaker.
“Dear DisneyWorld attendees, we are expiriencing some technical difficulties. Please stay remained in your seat and remain calm until the ride continues or instructed otherwise,” he said, then the music continued playing.
This was all Josh needed to reattach his lips to yours as his hand travelled to your breast. He felt it and cupped it, squeezing it softly. He kept your lips attached to his, and his hand travelled further down your body until it was resting where you needed him the most. He rubbed your heat through your jeans and kissed the spot on your neck that drove you crazy.
“Josh.. please,” you moaned in a whisper.
“Please what, baby? Use your words,” he smirked.
“Touch me,” you moaned again.
Josh moaned, kissing your lips again, as his hand skillfully unbuttoned your jeans with one hand. He slipped his single hand into your pants and delved into your folds.
“You’re such a dirty whore, look at you. All drenched for me on a fucking children’s ride,” he whispered as you moaned at his words.
He quickly reached up with his other hand and covered your mouth.
“You filthy little girl, you gotta keep it down baby,” he smirked.
His fingers rubbed your clit in vigorous circles as you nearly bit his hand in pleasure. He sucked at your neck and bit softly, leaving a mark as you yelped. He continued to rub while your hands grabbed the back of his white tank in fistfulls. Suddenly, his slender fingers slipped inside of you, making you arch your body towards his.
The ride finally started moving again and Josh only worked his fingers faster inside you. You felt the heat growing in the pit of your stomach.
“J- Josh, I’m close baby,” You said, screwing your eyes shut, ready for the pent up feelings to be released.
“Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean.
“What the fuck?” You angrily asked, settling down in your seat again.
“We’re almost at the end of the ride, baby,” he smiled, kissing your cheek.
“This isn’t over,” you glared at him with dark eyes.
“I sure hope not,” he grins, sitting back in his seat.
The ride opens up again and you are faced with the setting sun and loads of people waiting. You two nearly jump out of the ride and he takes your hand in his, still damp from the events earlier. You exit the ride and the worker smiles at you, but your focus is set to one place: the parking lot. People are staring at you two, probably because of the light bruises on your neck and the obvious bulge in Josh’s jeans. You whip out your phone, ready to schedule an uber, but you’re cut short.
“Josh Dun!” a boy exclaims. Josh smiles, pulling his shirt down to cover the obvious tightness in his lower region. You pull back a bit and see the small crowd of fans forming. Josh pulls in the guy for a hug, poses for a picture, and you see some girls in the tiny group giggling and staring at you. They approach you and shyly ask for a picture, which you put up a fake smile, getting in the selfie. Just before the picture snaps, you see the large hickey on your neck, which is proudly out for the picture. Your heart drops, but before you could say a thing, Josh is the one pulling you away. As more people start to recognize him, Josh starts looking around. Once he spots it, he drags you towards the secluded area.
“Josh what are we doing?” you ask, frustrated and tired of him pulling your arm.
“I can’t fucking wait until the tour bus. We’re taking care of this right the hell now,” he mutters, voice taken down a few octaves.
He sees the ajar closet beside a restaurant and rushes in with you in tow. He slams the door, locks it, and slams you up against it, connecting his mouth to yours with a sloppy kiss.
“You dirty girl,” he moans, gripping the bottom of your shirt and roughly pulling it off of you, sending your sequined Mickey ears flying. You do the same, throwing his white tank top to the side, his own Mickey ears going with it. You run your fingers through his bright yellow hair, down his arms, all over his chest. He body was a masterpiece and you wanted to touch every inch of him. The thing that set your nerves ablaze the most, however, was the fact that he felt the same way about you. He slips off your bra and runs his hands over your breasts, feeling your nipples. He massages them for a while and you moan, “Josh, please, stop teasing.”
He shoves your pants down your legs and his breath hitches.
“I didn’t even realize you weren’t wearing any panties, holy shit,” he says, voice breathy.
You step out of your pants, kneeling down where your face was at his crotch. You palm him through his jeans and he lets out a loud groan.
“Please baby,” he whines.
You undo his belt buckle and pull his jeans down, his briefs coming after. He steps out of them and you grab for his large erection, expecting to put your mouth to it. However, he grabs your hair and you stand back up.
“No, not today. I need to be inside you,” he says, lust dripping from his words like acid. You smirk, pecking his earlobe.
“Then use me. Fuck me until I scream your name and can’t walk.”
Something snaps inside of Josh. He throws you against a table in the small closet and bends you over it, your back touching the cold wood. He throws your legs around his waist and bends over you, squeezing your breasts. He puts the tip to your entrance and you arch your back.
“Fuck Josh,” you groan. He finally slips into you, filling you up. You let out a loud moan as Josh starts his fast pace, thrusting in and out of you at a high speed. All the pent up frustration and sexual tension was finally coming out and all you could do was moan repetitions of his name. Since it had been so long, you felt the familiar tension in your stomach growing already. Josh kept his pace and you clawed at his back, drawing blood. He nipped at your neck and you yelped again.
“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna come,” you nearly scream, his thrusts only getting faster.
“Come baby, come all over me,” he says back, and that’s it for you.
The best orgasm of your life washes over you and the only coherent thought that can cross your mind is Josh. You moan his name again and again. You feel everything but feel completely numb and you are sure you come close to blacking out because of the intensity of it. Your body shakes as you ride the aftershocks, clenching yourself to get Josh to his high.
“Fuck babygirl, that’s so hot,” he moans as he twitches inside of you. You feel him spill deep inside of you with a shaky final moan.
Josh slips out of you and you look down and realize.
“Holy shit, did I really squirt?” you ask, shocked.
“I’ve never made you do that before, holy shit, that was so hot,“ he says, finally pushing off you, looking for something to clean up with. You lean up off the table, feet touching the warm ground where Josh’s feet were and try to stand up, but hold the table for dear life, a pain surging through your lower region.
“Well you stayed true to your word,” you giggle, and Josh comes over to help you get dressed.
“Sorry, babe,” he winks, slipping your shirt onto you.
“Don’t apologize, I loved it,” you smile, kissing him again, stepping in your pants. You slip on your shoes and Josh puts on his own clothes. You call for an Uber and he smooths his hair down as well as yours, and puts both of your Mickey ears back on.
“Now how are we going to get out of here,” Josh’s laughs.
“You go first and I will go next,” You say and Josh kisses your lips then slips out of the door. You adjust your hair so the multiple marks on your neck are hidden and slip out the door, limping slightly. Once you are both successfully out, Josh lets you jump on his back. Once you jump (more like hobble) onto his back, he winces. You slap his head playfully.
“Hey, are you saying I’m fat?” You scoff jokingly. You see the glint in his eyes as he shakes his head no and you pull the back of his collar and study his back. You gasp slightly and smile, seeing the marks you left going all the way down his back. You smile smugly and mutter a ‘sorry’ to his ear.
As you exit the park and head to the Uber, you and Josh receive the same text from Tyler, and a picture of you and Josh with the fans earlier is attached. You see Josh’s obvious bulge in the picture and your hickey, purple and proud, in the picture. You read the text and Josh lets out a hearty laugh.
so you can manage to get down in disneyland and not get caught but the second the idea crosses your mind on the bus, i always interrupt? unfair.
You reply something sassy to his text and climb into the Uber behind Josh. Josh leans over to your ear and whispers, “You don’t even know how long I have been waiting to do that, we should do it more in public if it’s going to get you that hot and bothered.”
You nod at him, interlocking your fingers with his and looking out the window, watching the park get smaller as the trees passed by.
I tend to relax more with my SD but when I’m going on fine dine with my POT I’d make sure a few things.
1. Phone off on silent
2. No eating and talking simultaneously (chew with your mouth close).
3. Take part in the dinner conversation, charm your date.
4. Eat in smaller portion (cut them in smaller pieces).
5. Eat together, wait for his meal to come before eating.
6. Always pass salt and pepper together.
7. Instead of reaching across the table for something, ask for it to be passed to you.
8. Avoid slouching and don’t place your elbows on the table while eating.
9. Never show stain from your napkin.
10. Napkin on your lap or chair when you’re using the washroom. Napkin on table means you’re done with meal.
11. Careful with lipstick stains on teeth or on your cutlery.
12. Always excuse yourself after meal to fix your lipstick and check your teeth.
(“Soulmate"AU where you get a tattoo for every person you fall in love with)
Pepper’s tattoo is on her hip. Well, the one that isn’t faded yet.
There are five dull, grey ones scattered across her body, seemingly random and different in shape and size, but what do they matter? They’re done. It’s over. The only one she looks at these days are the sunglasses on her hip. They’re big. Obnoxiously big and shiny and she knows who they’re for, of course she knows. Tony has a little stiletto to match, right there on his ankle, bright blue and sparkly and the first time he showed her, she nearly apologized. It’s hideous and the both know, but it means love, so who’s gonna complain?
Understandably, no one is happy when the sunglasses start losing colour. At first, it isn’t even visible, the fade from black to grey barely noticeable, but then the grey becomes off-white and the glass loses its shine and Tony leaves, a bright blue stiletto still sparkling on his skin.
But Tony is fine, he said. Its fine, he’s fine - he’s always fine.
And Pepper sighs and strokes the steering wheel on the back of her hand that just appeared the day before.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 4,983 AN: I finally finished it! It’s so fluffy I’m terrible at fluff, don’t judge me. xoxoxox Thanks to @writing-obrien for her help as usual. Also I don’t pretend to know anything about the judicial system so forgive me if I got things fucked up and just enjoy the smut. lol.
In the next few months, everything became an easy routine for the two of you. You woke up together, wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs in his bed. Sometimes you’d just lay together, enjoying each other’s company. Most times he’d fuck you slow, his face buried in your neck. He’d shower, you’d make breakfast, he’d go to work, and you’d keep yourself busy, studying for your GED, reading a book, getting lost on the internet, shopping with Lydia.
Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect
little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally
your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of
course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave
Word Count: 2574
A/N: the “strong women aren’t feminine” defenders probably won’t like this chapter either, just saying.
Parking in his usual space - well, what used to be usual - Jongin
gets out of the car and tightly wraps his coat around his body. It has gotten
so cold lately and he can’t wait until he’s let inside the house.
Quickly running up a few steps leading to the front door, he
knocks on it three times and jumps around trying to get warm. No one answers him
so he tries knocking a little louder, but no sound comes from the other side of
An uneasy feeling grows in his stomach and Jongin decides to
do something he had decided not to do again. He punches in the code of the
house and quickly opens the door to get in.
Kara doesn’t think she’s ever been
arm candy before.
She says as much to Lena who laughs
and leans across the back seat of the car, laying her hand lightly on Kara’s
“You aren’t arm candy, Kara,” she
says. “I invited you because I need your intrepid reporting skills and quick
wit to get me through this dinner.”
She flits her eyes from Kara’s face
to her high-heeled feet, gaze lingering at the slope of her cleavage, at the
lean flex of her calves, before smiling, coy and red-lipped. “It doesn’t hurt
that you are an absolutely gorgeous date.”
Kara grins, tilting sideways in her seat,
ducking her head to reach Lena across the suddenly vast distance of vinyl
upholstery between them. She nuzzles into Lena’s neck, finding the floral perfume
dabbed lightly at her jaw, mouths kisses along the hard line of Lena’s throat.
Lena eyes the partition that
separates them from the driver before sighing softly, a light exhale falling from
her parted lips. She tilts her head back, fingers tangling loosely in the hairs
at the nape of Kara’s neck, careful not to muss the intricate braids that curl along
the crown of Kara’s head.
Kara, emboldened, nudges in harder,
nipping teeth at Lena’s neck, one hand curling at her waist. Lena makes a small
noise of surprise low in her throat, pulling back, fingers moving to splay at
“No marks,” Lena says, tone
controlled, even. But her eyes, dark-lashed and half-lidded, fix at Kara’s
mouth. The quick tempo of her heartbeats, dampened by cloth and the distracting
rush of city traffic, promise later,
Requested: Yes Request: PART 4 OF MOM DOESNT WANNA SEE YOU WHERE THEY GO ON A DATE AND KISS AND MAYBE THE KIDS STALKING THEM CASUALLY AND SEE AND GET EXCITED, BLOW THEIR COVER BUT BATMOM IS ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY;; OR WHERE THE GIRL WHO HE CHEATED ON BATMOM WITH FLIRTS WITH BRUCE BUT HE LIKE SHUTS HER ASS DOWN SO FAST BC HE LOVES BATMOM
Summary: Not only do you find out that you’ve been cheated on, but so do the boys, and the aftermath. Word count: 683 Warning(s): cheating, divorce
You had just changed from your work clothes, fixing your makeup and giving your hair a quick brush through when you heard a knock on the apartment door. Looking at the digital clock on the shelf, a large 7:58 is displayed. You smile to yourself, Bruce was almost always very punctual.
Opening the door, you see your ex husband looking as handsome as ever, a bouquet of flowers in hand, wearing quite casual clothing. “Here,” He says, giving you the bunch of flowers. You quickly navigate through your home, finding a vase, cutting off a little bit of the stems of the flowers, before placing them in the water filled vase next to the other flowers. “Thank you, shall we?” You ask as you grab your purse before stepping out with him, locking the door behind you.
Bruce took you to this old bar, the decorations were very western style, old posters and such put up on the wall. You found it quite nice, also a stark contrast to your usual dates, it felt nice to have a change.
“So how’s it been?” Bruce asks, as you sit at a table facing each other. “Busy as usual,” You sigh, stirring your drink in its glass. “The boys seem happy to see us try again,” He smiles, putting his hand on yours on the table. “Damian right?” You ask, slightly chuckling, “Yeah, Damian especially, but all the other boys seem to be a lot more content too,” He says. “They’re probably excited that they don’t have to have dinner with me once a week, “ You say, as the waitress brings your food to the table.
You talk and eat, the conversation flowing great, just like it did when you first got married. But Bruce had caught unwanted attention from someone else in the bar. She closes her compact mirror, smacking her lips slightly to fix her lipstick before making her way over.
“Hi Bruce, it’s nice to see you,” She says putting her overly manicured hand on his shoulder. “Hi,” He says back, bluntly, shrugging off her hand. You focus your eyes on your food, knowing exactly who that is. When you had found out Bruce was cheating on you, this was the exact secretary, whom to your knowledge was fired soon after. “What do you want,” Bruce asks, not bothering to look at her, “You,” She smirks back, making visible anger and distaste appear to boil in the man.
“No, never speak to me ever again, I don’t want to see you anywhere near or I’ll have a restraining order taken out, “ He says, little to no emotion in his voice. “So I was just a toy to you,” She says bitterly, before the clicking of her heals leaves through the door. Looking up you could see her wiping her face as if in tears in the window.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Bruce apologizes, giving your hand a squeeze, “No, it’s alright,” You smile, even though it didn’t reach your eyes. “That’s long over, it never even started, she’s just bitter she got fired,” Bruce explains. You nod, putting more food in your mouth.
A little while later you had finished eating, “Wait here, I’ll go pay,” Bruce instructed, going to the bar. You slipped on your jacket, and hung your purse over your shoulder. “Let’s go,” He says, offering you his elbow to hold on to.
He walks you to your apartment door, through the dark and cold streets of Gotham. You talked the whole way there. As it was time to part ways, Bruce seemed nervous. “What’s wrong?” You ask him, giving both his hands a squeeze in front of you. “I would want to kiss you good night, but I don’t know if you’ll allow me to.” He says, smiling sweetly. You lean up to him, placing a soft kiss on his chapped lips, your chin grazing his rough five o’clock shadow slightly.
“Good night Bruce,” You smile, pulling away, entering your apartment. He stands there, a goofy smile on his face as your door clicks locked.
Sometimes it disturbed Yousef how much he paid attention to Sana; her presence, her behaviour, even the little details. He knew that she smiled rarely, but when she did, there was nothing else like it; it was like the whole fucking room lit up with her. Yousef noticed the way she acted when she was nervous, the way she looked down when she was wondering what to say next. And that was why it didn’t take him long to notice that Sana was gone from the party full of strangers that they had crashed with Yousef and Sana’s friends.
Luckily, Eva - who was already quite drunk - corrected Yousef when he mentioned his concern over Sana’s disappearance: “No, no, she said she’s going to the bathroom!”
Yousef raised his eyebrows, gave Eva a thank you he was pretty sure she didn’t even hear from the loud music and started making his way through the crowd to the bathroom he had seen when they had arrived to the stranger’s house. And like expected, the door was indeed locked. Yousef knocked on the door with enough force so that Sana could surely hear it over the loud music. “Sana? Are you in there?”
About ten seconds passed without a reply. “Yeah?”
Yousef sighed with a feeling almost close to relief in his chest - maybe he had been truly anxious that Sana had really left or something. “You okay?”
Yousef swore she could almost hear Sana rolling her eyes because of the boy’s nosiness - Sana was a girl who took no bullshit and didn’t like people sticking their noses into her life and stuff, but somehow Yousef couldn’t stop himself; even if he really, really wanted to. Because somehow he felt like if he tried hard enough, something in Sana would soften and she would let him in.
As expected, there was no reply to Yousef’s question; this time it was his time to roll his eyes at the younger girl’s stubbornness. Yousef was about start persuading the girl again when he got bumped into by a couple of drunken boys a couple of years younger than him; he threw an irritated look at their direction and sighed, knocking on the bathroom door again, this time with more force.
“Look can I just, like, come in? It’s fucking crowded in here,” Yousef begged while he tried to get out of the way of some new people rolling in from the door. A few seconds later he was standing inside the bathroom, closing the wooden door behind himself with a thankful sigh of relief. It was much quieter, and even though the room was small, somehow it felt much more roomy than the rest of the crowded house.
“What do you want?” Asked Sana, who was apparently fixing up her lipstick in the mirror. Her gaze met Yousef’s in the mirror, and she raised her eyebrows to give her question more weight. Yousef replied with a careless shrug.
“To check if you’re ok,” he said like it was an obvious thing to be realised. Sana let out a sarcastic chuckle and went back to perfecting her lipstick.
“You’re treating me like I’m a little girl,” Sana said and looked up in the mirror with an accusing expression. “I’m not. I’m fine.”
Yousef smiled and stuffed his hands into his pockets, closely examining the tile floor. “Okay, that’s chill.”
“Are you gonna leave?” Sana asked. Her voice was steady and sterile of any emotions that would indicate that she would want the boy to stay, but after asking the question, her eyes got lost in his for a quarter of a second in the mirror. And there was something, as crazy as it sounded; Yousef saw something. It was a spark of warmth and comfort in her eyes, something that asked him to stay even when her words told him not to. And fucking hell, he wanted to stay right here.
“Do you want me to leave?” Yousef asked instead, dodging Sana’s question. She looked up again, and when she saw the familiar smirk on Yousef’s face, the corners of her mouth quirked upward.
Sana turned around to properly face him, and the warm spark in her eyes grew. For a few seconds she just stared at Yousef until she really, truly smiled in a way that seemed to light up the entire damn room and said:
A/N: Super cliché teasing/jealousy leads to smut, but there just aren’t enough Hercules Mulligan fics out there dammit. This is the first time I have ever written smut and I’m very nervous aahh. Feedback would be appreciated.
It had been a long, long day. Work had been difficult, your boss had been a bitch, and all you wanted was to do was curl up on the couch with your boyfriend.
“Hey babe,” you heard Hercules call as you entered the apartment. “How was work?”
“Uuugghh,” you groaned loudly, kicking your shoes off by the door. You shook your jacket off and hung it up in the closet.
“That bad?” He had poked his head into the entry way. You said nothing, but nodded your head feebly. “Aww, c’mere.” In two long strides, he crossed the room towards you and captured you in a tight hug. “Sorry to hear.”
“S’okay,” you mumbled. You hugged him and let out a sigh. “You smell nice,” you muttered, inhaling his cologne. You felt his body shake as he let out a chuckle.
Hercules pulled back and kissed you lightly on the head. “Do you want to have dinner now or grab something when we get there?”
Summary: Liam and (Y/N) do have history that is full of hatred and cynical thoughts. Liam is sick of it and wants to end the fighting and name calling except she won’t let him talk. Mason wants to go on a date with Corey, what better way to bate them into a corner?
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N: For this, I made Liam confident like he was in the first episode he turned up in. I miss confident liam and I wish he was more like that but sure! I kept saying ‘damn should have made this a theo imagine’ but oh well. Also lets pretend Liam went to BH forever, I always forget that he got kicked out
“Mason, I’m not going on a date with Liam.” You hissed,
keeping your voice down as you sped through the corridors to the next class.
Mason scrambled behind you, trying to keep up. “Please, (Y/N), I don’t want to
go out with Corey by myself. I’ll be more…. Me when I’m with you.” You stopped
suddenly, turning to face him; an angry look on your features.
“Mason, listen to me.” You spoke slow and clear, “I will
not, and I will never, go on a date with Liam Dunbar.” Mason’s face dropped,
your heart aching with the fact you caused your best friend the hurt he felt. “Pl
–“ You gave him a pointed look, “Look, I’ll come but only if you find someone
else for me to spend the evening with.” He nodded, a massive grin on his face. “Okay,
perfect.” He started to walk off, before he turned to you, “Anyone in mind?”
You thought for a second before a familiar brunette exited
one of the classrooms. You smirked at Mason and nodded your head in his
direction. Mason glared at you before rushing off after Theo Raeken.
“Sweetheart, he’ll like you in anything.” Your mother said,
leaning against your door frame. You groaned, searching through a pile of clothes
at the bottom of your wardrobe. You cursed yourself for never organizing it. “Mam,
this isn’t some little boy; this is Theo Raeken,” You exclaimed pulling out a
cute red top that had a v-neck which would give the perfect view. “That’s mine.”
She said, laughing as you clung it to your chest. “Enjoy,” She laughed before
leaving you to yourself.
You pulled the shirt on, it covering every curve perfectly.
You matched it with a pair of black tight fitting jeans and a pair of boots. “Mam,”
You shouted, “Leather jacket or my fur coat?”
“Leather,” You heard her shouting back up before the beeping
of a car horn tore your attention away. You sighed, fixing your hair and
lipstick before rushing down the stairs. “Bye mam.” You slammed the door shut,
climbing into the passenger seat with Mason.
He took a glance at you before shaking your head, “(Y/N), we’re
going to the movies.” You blushed furiously realizing you were trying too hard.
“I know, but it’s Theo, Mase.” You sighed, leaning against your seat. He
mumbled a reply but you weren’t listening.
Pulling up to the theater, you stepped out of the car and
followed Mason in through the doors. He made a beeline to Corey who was
standing next to your date. Your heart rate sped up and anger filled your head,
you swore you were seeing red.
You looked at Mason, who had a frown on his face. “(Y/N), I’m
so sorry.” He whispered, before following Corey to the concussion counter. You
sighed and turned to face your date. “Look,” Liam started before you raised
your hand, “I only have two things to say to you; Number one is I wouldn’t be
here if I knew it was you and two, the only reason I’m not storming out that
door is for Mason…. And he was my ride.” You snarled, stepping closer to Liam
who listened to every word you spat.
He rolled his eyes, before taking a step towards you; there
was as little as an inch gap between you. “You listen, Princess, I’m here
because Mason said he’d pay for our tickets and food, and to be honest you’re
not too bad to look at.” You rolled your eyes before walking towards Mason who
was staring at you in shock. “Guys, we’re in public.” He sighed, smiling
apologetic at Corey who couldn’t help but smile back at him.
You took one of the boxes of popcorn from the counter and a
drink, smirking at Liam. “The screen is nearly full, so we couldn’t get four
seats together.” Your smirk faltered, “But we’re only a few rows apart.” Mason
added in quickly, stuffing the tickets in the palm of Liam’s hand and waved
Taking your seat near the back of the theater, you made
yourself comfortable with Liam sitting beside you. There was an awkward silence
but you didn’t care; you didn’t want to talk to him. Before the movie even
started, the popcorn was nearly gone since it was being shared between you and
The movie wasn’t great and it was already a half hour into
it. You were bored, but tried not to fall asleep, just in case you snored. You
jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your thigh. You snapped your head to
Liam, who was staring intently at the movie with a straight face; not paying
attention to you. “What are you doing?” You hissed, ripping his hand off you.
He chuckled, bringing it back but closer to your vagina. He squeezed the fat
roughly, causing you to bite your lip to suppress a moan.
He leaned over towards you, his mouth pressing against your
ear, “I knew you always wanted me.” You scoffed, shoving his hand off you and
standing up; people sighing angrily around you as you told them to move. You
took out your phone and texted Mason saying you were sorry you weren’t going to
make it to dinner.
You were never one to run away from your problems but Liam
Dunbar pushed you over the edge every time you spoke; even if he didn’t mean
to. Ever since freshman year, you two never got along and it developed into
plain out hatred. There was no deny that he was gorgeous, but you never thought
beyond that – only once.
You were walking down the dark pavement, away from the
cinema and towards where you live. A car horn made you look to your left and
you saw Mason’s car stopping. You sighed, opening the door but paused when you
saw Liam. “Go away.” You growled, slamming the door shut and storming away from
the parked car.
“(Y/N),” Liam shouted, getting out of the car and running
towards you. You picked up your pace, not wanting to look at him or talk to
him. “Can you let me talk for a minute?” He pleaded, you felt him getting
closer to you. You stopped and turned to face him, causing him to crash into
you. “Look, I don-“ His lips crashed onto yours, your eyes widened and you
shoved him away. “What do you…” He pulled you by the waist, his lips meeting
yours again; he was desperate and begging you to kiss back. “Fuck sake, (Y/N),”
He snapped, “Just give it up.” He snarled, staring at you with a look of
determination. You were breathing heavily out of anger and shock, you didn’t
know what to do. Did you really want to kiss him back? Why were you even
thinking about that?
He took a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Remember
that kiss we shared two years ago? I know you wanted that,” He whispered, a
tear slid down your cheek as you remembered the memory of the week your father
passed away, “I know you don’t hate me, and I know that we would make a great
couple.” He insisted, resting his forehead against yours as you took a deep
“Liam…” You sighed, melting into his touch. “I know,” He
whispered, pecking your lips softly. “Come home with me tonight,” You opened
your eyes and looked at him, “Just to talk.” You warned, kissing his lips hesitantly.
“Come on.” He whispered, grabbing your hand and dragging you
to Mason’s car.
Your heart rate was going ninety, your walls have collapsed
after years off building them. Liam was the reason the walls were so high, and
if anyone could break them, it was only him.
How about… the reader works for Alf and either you have children of your own or are the carer for your little siblings. You need someone’s help to look after them one night. Ends up being Alfie which you’re apprehensive about but you’re desperate sooo… when you return home, he’s organised a mini ‘bakery’ in your house. Instead of rum they’re “distilling” apple juice from household utensils, and he’s got himself a tight little ship running. Loves - @yourenotmytype
Babysitting - Alfie Solomons
Alfie babysitting your kids had come about in a rather unusual way. Most things that transpired between you and Alfie did honestly. You had begun working for him just over three years ago after your husband, who had been a devoted member of Alfie’s distillery and subsequent gang, died in a knife fight. Alfie, who had felt guilty over the death, offered you a position at the bakery and compensation for your husband’s troubles. You gladly took him up on the offer, being that you were newly pregnant with your youngest and you had another child at home to feed.
Dark shadows glided across the tan pavement, fiery rays from behind their sources blasting them into presence. The Lincoln Park Zoo was buzzing with visitors, you and Rob among them. People flickered in and out of your sight, impatience and excitement riddling their features as they made their way from exhibit to exhibit.
You had been to a zoo once in your life, and you hadn’t even been at home. You were young, eyes full of wonder, full of expectation for life, mouth always twisted up in some sort of small smile. You had been sent to Arizona to visit your mother’s side of the family, your grandparents before they had both passed away some years later. It was the only time other than when you boarded the plane for California that you were away from home. You were a kid, carefree and passionate about anything and everything. You remembered rushing from exhibit to exhibit, completely fascinated about the sights around you, intrigued with the unknown. It always counted as one of the best days of your life, especially when you returned home and your father died not too long after, forcing Chase to take over and then recruit you years later. So, the zoo was a fairly bittersweet place for you.
***I tried to switch this one up and make it different since I’ve done so many stories that are similar to this one. I’ve done a lot that have been centered around the reader being someone related to someone in the club and getting with another brother. I don’t want things to get redundant so this’ll probably be one of the last few of these that I’ll do💕***
Your only response was a giggle as you continued to kiss along his neck and jaw, your hand down the from of his cargo pants, stroking him slowly.
“Oh come on. I haven’t seen you in a whole week. I was lonely while you were on this run.”
Juice groaned and nodded, knowing how needy you were after he come home.
“I know baby but I promised you that we would spend time together when we go home. Happy’s dorm is right down from mine and he might be getting in any minute. He could catch you leaving here and then were fucked. Are you crazy?”
“A little. Runs in the family I guess. Besides, he’s gonna go to my house to fix my washing machine after he comes down. He isn’t going to catch us.”
Juice scoffed and found the strength in him to push you away softly.
“Still baby, we can’t. Someone else might find out. Hap will have my balls if he finds out that we’re together. We’ve been doing good keeping this secret, we can’t let it out now.”
You groaned but eased off of him, knowing that he was right. You’re relationship with Juice was going well and you didn’t want to risk losing it. With a sigh, you pulled away completely and nodded.
“Alright. Fine. You owe me though.”
With a wink and a cheeky grin, you walked towards the door to leave his dorm, Juices hand over his own crotch trying to situate himself. With a shuddering breath, he pointed to your face.
“And fix your lipstick, it’s all over the place.”
You playfully rolled your eyes and wiped around your bottom lip with one hand while you pulled the door open. Closing it quietly behind you, you turned forward again only to gasp as the door across from Juice’s, your cousins door, swung open. Your eyes eyes widened and you froze in place, Happy’s eyes narrowed as he looked at you.
“What were you doing in Juice’s room?”
“I uh, I was bringing him a beer.”
In your head, you patted yourself on the back, thinking that was a pretty good lie. It sounded convincing even to you. Unfortunately there was one thing you’d forgotten about.
“Why is your lipstick smeared all over?”
He stated it as a question, but the ferocity in his eyes showed that he wasn’t actually asking you. He didn’t give you time to a sweet, pushing passed you and swinging Juice’s door open. The younger Son jumped as the door opened, the knob slamming into the wall behind it and leaving a whole in its wake. Juice’s eyes were wider than yours as he saw the two of you standing there, a look of fear in your eyes and fury in his. Apparently Juice had also forgotten yo clean himself up as smears and lipstick prints littered not only his mouth as well but also his jaw and neck.
Happy’s hands clenched at his sides, an angry heat radiating off of him.
“You fuckin my cousin? After I told all of you to stay away from her?”
Juice gapped like a fish as he tried to think of what to say. He didn’t know what would be better. To lie and risk Happy thinking him not only a liar but also betraying his trust, or to tell the truth and hope Happy would appreciate the honesty. Regardless, Juice could feel an ass whooping coming on and he figured it would be better to just tell the truth.
“No. Well I mean yes, but it’s not like that. We’re…we’re together.”
You hurried to slide in front of Happy, a nervous chuckle on your lips.
“He’s just messing around. It was just a one time thing, my fault. I went after him. I-”
“Don’t lie to me.”
If anyone knew when you were lying, it was Happy. Growing up, he was one of the oldest and he’d seen you lie enough as a little girl to be able to catch it now. After five seconds under his heavy gaze, you caved.
“We are together. He was telling the truth.”
You both stood there motionless, waiting to see what reaction he was going to have. He caught the both of you off guard as he suddenly reached forward and took your arm in a rough grip, pulling you out of the dorm and dragging you behind him.
“Where are we going?”
“You’re going home, and you’re gonna stay there. I don’t want you in this clubhouse anymore unless it’s for a lockdown.”
“No buts. I ain’t gonna tell you again.”
You stayed quiet after that, just thankful that he hadn’t put hands on Juice. You knew he was angry, wanted to protect you. You figured you’d take a day or two, give him time to cool off. You knew he wanted you to stay away from his brothers, the threat of danger too great against you if you were romantically involved. But your feelings for Juice were real and you would make sure to let Happy know that. He’d always had a soft spot for you and while you didn’t like to, you would definitely use that to your advantage.
“Hap, come on, can we just talk? Just let me explain.”
“Explain what? That you went behind my back to do what I told you not to? Risked your safety?”
“I am safe Hap. Both of you keep me safe. We’ve been together for months, we’ve just been hiding it because I knew you’d be mad, but you shouldn’t be. I’m happy with him. He always watches over me. I went after him first, it was me. Don’t hold this against him. I know you’re only trying to protect me but I’m a grown woman. I’m going to be with him regardless. I want both of you in my life though.”
You stared up at him as he came to a stop, both of you looking at each other. He looked you over, the gears turning in his head as he tried to think about everything. Without a word, he took off again, much more gentle this time.
“We’ll talk about this later. Right now we’re going home so I can fix this damn washer of yours.”
You nodded silently, trying to hide the smile that you felt tugging at the corners of your mouth. You had gotten through to him, even if only a little, and you were sure that in time, Happy would let up.
Summary: Who knew two females could be so oblivious? Lydia and (Y/N) share a kiss causing Malia to get the wrong idea and reveal their secrets.
Word Count: 1.3k
Requested: Yes by anon.
A/N: I completed this, and queued it for last week along with other imagines and my queue just disappeared??? Annoyed, tired and angry so I think I’ve learned my lesson to not trust Tumblr!
On another note, I’ve rewrote this imagine so many times; I hope it’s good to read, I really wasn’t happy with it :(
Lydia Martin was a strawberry blonde haired girl with
piercing blue eyes and a smile that can light up your life which she does, on
numerous occasions. It was no secret to everyone surrounding you that you had
built up feelings for her – it was always you laughing at her stupid jokes, or
running to protect her whenever something supernatural hit Beacon Hills; which
was always. You’ve been friends with her for years but never built up the
courage to tell her, she always had a new fling now a day.
That is the reason that you were sitting in the booth, a
strawberry milkshake in front of you staring at Lydia who was waiting for her
order at the till. She had her hair in the plaits that you loved and your favorite lipstick on, her lips matched yours. Jealousy grew in the pit of your
stomach as a tall, dark coloured skin guy walked up to her, smiling his pearl
whites. He seemed confident, maybe more than that; extremely cocky. You rolled
your eyes, taking a sip of the delicious freezing drink turning your attention
away from them.
Lydia looked away from the girl making her drink to focus on
the handsome guy beside her. “Hey, how you doing?” He smirked, Lydia shrugged
her shoulders not wanting to get into a conversation with him. She glanced at
(Y/N) who was playing what she presumed was candy crush on her phone; something
she always did when she was bored and by herself. Lydia noticed a lot about
(Y/N); the way her eyes twinkle when she sees donuts or milkshakes, the way she
would chew on the red straw wanting to savour the taste of her drink, or the
way she would always paint her finger nails to match the colour of the top she
wore. Lydia adored (Y/N) to the point that she was beginning to think if it was
love or not.
If it wasn’t love, Lydia wanted to experience it because it
is probably the best feeling in the world. Her stomach was full of butterflies
when she saw (Y/N), she would stumble over her words and spend one or two more
seconds staring at her lips. Everyone around them knew that each other had
feelings towards the other, they also never realized how oblivious two females
can be to not notice the signs themselves.
“That’s my girlfriend over there,” Lydia sighed, nudging her
thumb towards (Y/N) who looked up and waved brightly at the pair. A smile that
was obviously forced. “Here’s your order, Lydia.”
You shuffled in your seat, fixing your shirt as Lydia made
her way back over. “New catch of the day?” You teased, trying to hide the
jealousy and hurt in your voice. It was a feeling you got used to, Lydia was
very fond of males these days and there was nothing you could do about that.
You wanted to scream from the rooftop that you were in love with her, but you feared
rejection; something that you read was the worst feeling in the world.
Lydia rolled her eyes, sucking on her straw, “Definitely
not, he pulled a Joey Tribbiani on me.” She laughed, her eyes twinkling and
your heart racing with the sound. You chuckled and continued playing the game
opened on your phone.
It was a good thirty minutes before the tanned boy walked
over to your table, he pulled up a seat and sat on it. “What do you want?”
Lydia sighed, pushing her empty glass to the side. “I’ve been watching you two
for the last hour,” He exaggerated, “And you don’t even talk; there was no need
to lie to me about you having a girlfriend.” His brown eyes never looked away
from Lydia who looked nervous.
“Excuse me?” You snapped, you jumped with the sudden
pressure of a foot on yours under the table and you looked at Lydia who was
making gestures with her eyes. Nodding, you understood what was happening. “Look
I don’t know who you are or what you want but please stop bothering my
girlfriend, okay?” It felt odd calling Lydia your girlfriend but you liked it.
Smiling at her, she thanked you with her eyes for playing along. “Prove it.”
The guy said, causing both you and Lydia to roll your eyes at the immaturity.
“Fine,” You snapped, standing up from your seat and leaning
over the table and towards Lydia whose eyes were wide open. “What are you…”
Your lips pressed against her pursed lips, it was strange and tense at first; you
didn’t know how Lydia would feel after this, if it would ruin your friendship
but it was her plan – she drew the first straw.
Lydia settled into the kiss, moving her lips against yours
wanting more than what you were giving her but you knew you had to end it, you
wouldn’t be able to stop if you continued. You pulled back, smirking at the guy
before grabbing Lydia’s hand and leaving the diner.
“Oh my god,” You laughed, fixing your lipstick and lead you
to the car. “I can’t believe that lad.”
Malia was walking down towards Stiles’ house when she passed
the popular diner, she spotted (Y/N) and Lydia sitting there with a stranger.
She looked through the window to get a better view of them, when suddenly (Y/N)
was kissing Lydia. Malia couldn’t contain the smile that spread across her
face, finally this was happening. She took her phone from her pocket, dialing
Kira’s number before walking towards Stiles house, almost running.
“Hey, Mal-“ “You won’t believe it…Actually you will, Lydia
and (Y/N) are finally together.” She screamed down the phone with excitement. “What?
How do you know?” Kira questioned, and Malia started to tell her what she seen
before she reached Stiles’.
It was seven in the evening now; you and Lydia were walking
towards Scott’s house where a pack meeting was being held. It wasn’t awkward
between you two, but there was something different floating around the air.
Lydia was very affectionate and so were you, you wanted to be close to her or
be holding her hand. “Do you think we should talk about the kiss?” You
questioned just outside Scott’s house. Lydia shrugged, blushing and looking
away. “After this?” You nodded and opened the door for Lydia.
You were the last to arrive, the pack were in the kitchen
sitting around a laptop. Lydia entered first and got a massive greeting,
especially from the girls. Kira skipped towards her, swinging her arms around
Lydia’s neck squealing with excitement. “Congratulations guys!” She shouted,
throwing her arms around you now. You looked at Lydia confused, but hugged her
back. “It’s about time you two realized your feelings for one another.” Malia
added causing the rest of the pack to laugh and nod.
“I know, right? I could actually smell the sexual tension
building up.” Liam laughed, “It kind of sucks though, I thought me and (Y/N)
would have a chance.” Your eyebrows raised, looking at the youngest member of
the pack. “But congrats guys.” He added, winking at you.
“Hold up,” You exclaimed, “What is going on?” Your heart was
racing, glancing at Lydia nervously. “You two aren’t together yet?” Scott
asked, causing you to cough trying to cover up what he was saying. Lydia shook
her head, her smile faltering. “But I saw you kissing, and you like her and she
likes you, so I put one and one together and….” Malia stopped talking once she realized what she said. “Malia!” You and Lydia screech at the same time causing
you to snap your head to Lydia who stared at you with wide eyes.
Summary: As a student at Southside High, you notice Jughead’s arrival when he transfers from Riverdale. The two of you don’t know how to take to each other when you meet, but some time alone in an empty hallway clears things up for the two of you.
You were sitting at your desk, trying to finish up some English homework you forgot about when your friend sat down next to you. “Did you see the new kid?” Chloe asked.
You raised your head and looked at her. Southside High rarely got new students so you were surprised. “No,” you told her while looking around the classroom. “Who is it?”
Chloe shrugged. “I don’t know his name. All I know is that he’s FP’s son.”
Trying to think of why FP’s son would suddenly transfer schools, you noticed someone walking into the classroom. It was the new kid.
Immediately you sat up straight and looked him over. He was wearing a gray beanie, a red plaid jacket that accentuated his milky white complexion, and a worried expression. He seemed a little nervous to be in a new school but at the same time he had this air of confidence about him. He appeared apprehensive as he walked to an empty desk near you. When his eyes met yours, you looked away and just went back to working on your homework.
But when the bell rang and the teacher walked in, you looked at the new kid again. He slouched in his seat, giving off a vibe that he couldn’t care less about his new surroundings. When the teacher called his name and quickly introduced him to the class, he just nodded his head with a blank expression. You wondered what kind of person this guy was going to be.