got a little carried away with this one

Payback pt.2 [Jeff Hardy Imagine]

Summary: Read the first one, and you’ll know. :)

Rating: M.

Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. AND MORE SMUT.

Authors Note: Listen guys, Jeff is my daddy so like I got a little carried away but god damn I love this. Oh, and I really really want feedback from this, please. ———————————————

As we entered the room, I just stood still until Jeff commanded me to do something. He was in his daddy mode which meant he will only let me call him that, and I was probably gonna get spankings. But I love spankings! Well, sometimes. Anyways, I have no regrets for doing that to him. I love when he’s in this mode. He’s only in it when I make him mad, or some guy flirts with me. Or just on random nights.

I watched him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. I stood in the corner of the room beside the door, awaiting his order. He looked over at me, and motioned me to ‘come here’ with his index finger. I slowly made my way over there, biting down on the bottom of my lip. “Yes, sir?” I asked him. He patted his lap with his hand as his voice became stern. “Over my knee.” I nodded my head, knowing what was coming. “Yes, daddy.” I laid down over his lap, my hands were touching the floor as my lower torso was propped up on his legs.

He slowly drug his hand across my covered ass to let me know what was about to happen. I tensed up a bit, and closed my eyes waiting for the impact. I’m just glad I had pants and panties on. Well, a thong. Jeff knows I enjoy spankings, and he enjoys giving them. He continued to rub my ass with his hand, as his free hand snuck into my hair. He gripped my hair tightly, and pulled my hair cause my head to come up. “Are you going to be a good girl for daddy, or does he have to get the handcuffs?” He asked me, his hand sneaking between my legs as he began rubbing me through my jeans.

“No, I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” I said, trying my best not to moan as his hand was beginning to work wonders. “Good slut.” He let go of my hair, and removed his other hand from my needy pussy. “Take these off.” He commanded, “I want to see what’s mine.” “Yes, daddy.” I replied as I got up off his lap, and quickly shimmied out of my jeans and my thong.

Once they were off, he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me down back into his lap. The same position I was in before. This time, he wasn’t so gentle. He harshly slapped my right asscheek, and then went to my left. He went back and forth until my ass was blood red. I began to kick my legs up and down, and started to shake my ass for him to stop. I reached behind me to try and shield my ass from him, but he grabbed my arms with his free hand and pinned them behind my back.

Oh, I’m enjoying this so fucking much. I’m probably like an ocean right now. It hurt, but I love it. His spankings slowed down as he gently and smoothly rubbed his hand across my ass continually. “Well would you look at this.” He spoke, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “You’re so fucking wet, your juices are running down my leg.” My face turned redder than my ass. “I-I can’t help it, daddy. You turn me on so much.” I can’t see him, but I know he smirked. “Is that so, princess?” His hand trailed back down to my pussy as he began to slowly rub it. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure I was receiving.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked me, but I was so lost in the pleasure I didn’t hear him. “Answer me!” He screamed as he raised his hand, and it came slapping down against my pussy. “Ah! You daddy! I belong to you!” I cried out, gripping his left leg. He entered two fingers inside of me and began to quickly pump them in and out of me. “Oh, fuck.” I moaned out, my nails digging into his left leg. My legs began to shake as his fingers began to go faster, my moans becoming louder and louder. “D-daddy, can I c-cum? Please.” I begged him as his fingers curled inside of me. “No, slut. You can’t.” He replied as I whined out.

He pulled his fingers out of me, and pulled me to my feet by my hair. “Open.” He said as I did as I was told. He stuck the two fingers that were in my pussy into my mouth. I began to suck on his fingers, knowing that he liked that. “Good girl.” He cooed, looking into my eyes. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and I licked my lips once he did. Jeff pushed me down on to the bed, and walked over to the drawer, pulling out a shiny pair of handcuffs. “No, daddy! I don’t want to be handcuffed!” I said as I jumped off the bed and tried to run for the bathroom, but Jeff caught me before I ran too far.

He threw me back down to the bed, and straddled my chest so he could handcuff me to the headboard. You may be wondering why I don’t want to be handcuffed, and that’s because whenever I am, he always sticks it in my ass. Don’t get me wrong, I love anal. But he does it as punishment, and ouchie. Jeff climbed off of me as he began to undress beside the bed, and I was trying to tug on the handcuffs. “You’re not going anywhere.” He said as I pouted. “No stick it in my butt.” I said to him with my bottom lip out. “I’ll be gentle.” He said, as I frantically shook my head. “You always say that and you never are!” I whined loudly, kicking my legs up and down. “You know me so well.”

Jeff straddled my chest again like before, and placed his hands on top of the headboard. “Open your mouth wide.” He commanded, and I did as I was told. He thrust himself into my mouth, immediately hitting the back of my throat. He continued to thrust himself into my mouth at a steady pace, and I bobbed my head up and down to meet with his thrusts. “Good fucking girl, you like being daddy’s slut?” He asked, and I moaned in response. He began to thrust faster, making me gag continually. “That’s it, princess. Show daddy how much you love his cock.” He stopped thrusting, and started to let me do my own thing.

I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could, earning profanities to spill from his mouth. Slobber was falling off of my chin, and off of his dick on to my shirt. Jeff pulled out of my mouth, and climbed off of me. He turned back around to me and lifted my shirt up just above my tits, and pulled my bra up with it, leaving all of me exposed to him. “God I’m so lucky.” He whispered to himself, still trying to stay in his daddy mood. He walked to the front of the bed, and turned his attention towards me as he began to lightly stroke his dick.

“Spread them.” He said, as I nodded. I spread my legs, and let him see all of me. “Now, I’m going to give princess a choice since she’s been a good girl for me.” He began to speak, but he couldn’t stop looking at my soaking wet pussy. “Princess can either ride daddy, or get eaten out.” He finished. “B-but. Those are two of my favorite things.” I pouted, closing my legs to try and be mean. He leaned forward, and pulled my legs apart, slapping my inner thighs which earned a yelp from me. “Now you don’t get either for doing that.” He said as he crawled between my legs, and positioned himself at my entrance.

“No, wait! I’m sorry, daddy! I wanna ride you!” I plead, but he shook his head. “Nope. You had your chance and you decided to be disrespectful, so now you don’t get shit. Not even my cock in your pussy.” He said as he began to jerk himself off in front of my pussy to tease me. “Daddy, I’m so sorry! Please, please, please fuck me! I’ll never do it again.” I began to whine loudly as I threw my head back. As I wasn’t looking, Jeff took this opportunity to slam inside of me. I screamed at the unexpectedness, and my back immediately arched.

“FUCK, JEFF!” I screamed out, tugging on the handcuffs. He didn’t give me any time to adjust to his size, he just continued to pound into me. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall, and my lower half was being drilled into the bed. Jeff held my hips tightly as he had his way with me. “Look at those titties bounce.” He said through gritted teeth as I pulled on the handcuffs. “D-daddy!” I screamed, bucking my hips forward as I continued to scream out his name. “You like that, you little slut?” He asked as he jaw clenched. “Yes, daddy! Oh d-daddy I love when you f-fuck me!” I moaned out loudly, as he smirked.

He pulled out of me and went to go get the key to the handcuffs. I was trying to catch my breath before round two. My legs were shaking, and my body felt weak. Jeff walked over to me and un cuffed me from the bed. “Face down, ass up.” I did as I was told, and he handcuffed my hands behind my back. He made his way back to the bed, and placed on of his hands on my ass. His other hand was wrapped around his dick as he moved it up and down on my pussy to collect the juices. I moaned quietly and bit down on my bottom lip, awaiting his next move. “Ready, princess?” He asked me, knowing that this was going to hurt. “Yes, daddy.”

He slowly inserted himself into my ass, and I clenched my hands into fists at the pain. He slowly rocked his hips, giving me time to adjust to it. But the pain soon became pleasure. He grabbed my hands and made my upper body come off the bed. He was fucking me into oblivion and it was heavenly. “Faster, daddy, faster.” I told him, and he happily did it. He was now going the same pace as he was when he was fucking my pussy. He allowed one of his hands to drift down to my pussy as he began to rub tight circles on to my clit. I knew my orgasm was going to be intense, and exhausting.

“F-fuck!” I screamed out as I felt myself getting close. “Awe, does someone like to be fucked in the ass like a whore?” He asked me, little growls escaping his mouth. “I fucking love it!” My wetness was dripping down on to the bed, and I knew we were going to have to change the sheets. “Daddy, please let me cum. Please.” I pleaded, knowing I won’t hang on for much longer. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.” He responded, thrusting faster and moving his hand into a faster circle.

As soon as he said I could, I did. I screamed very very loudly. Louder than I think I ever had. My knees buckled, and I went falling face first to the bed, but that didn’t stop Jeff as he didn’t miss a beat. “Good girl, good girl.” He said as he rode out my orgasm. Once I was finished, Jeff pulled out of my ass, and turned me over on to my back. My head was hanging off the side of the bed, and he walked over to me and quickly began to jerk himself off. Within 5 seconds, he came all over my face. I stuck out my tongue to catch as much of it as I could.

“Holy hell.” Jeff said as he finished. Both of us were catching our breaths, and smiling from ear to ear. “That was the best fucking we ever had.” I said, earning a nod from Jeff. “Agreed, my love bug.”

anonymous asked:

Phrase "I need to throw up"

Since I can’t seem to manage anything long at the moment, thought I’d get back to some of my drabble requests. Poor little Julius is sick in this one… This actually got quite long for a drabble because I got carried away.

Alistair watched Julius carefully as they ambled down the street, heading to a morning lecture. Alistair was always bleary-eyed and half asleep at this time in the morning, but he couldn’t help noticing that something seemed to be wrong with his boyfriend.

Julius was pale and quiet, walking slowly and tiredly, as if every step pained him. His face was chalk white and his curls were dishevelled. He’d put on his oldest, scruffiest clothes, and his shoe laces were trailing behind him.

This was certainly odd. Julius always made an effort to look neat and presentable when they went outside. It was Alistair who stumbled to morning lectures without brushing his hair, in yesterday’s jeans and wearing the shirt he’d slept in. Julius never walked around looking so unkempt.

“Jules? You alright? You look…off today,” Alistair said, nudging him. Julius tried to smile at him reassuringly, but the light didn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m fine. Just tired,” he mumbled, his voice strained. Alistair didn’t really believe him, but he didn’t have the heart to badger Julius when he looked so wan. He just took his boyfriend’s clammy hand and tried to keep an eye on him.

They walked onto the university campus, ready to go into the lecture hall. Just before they went through the heavy double doors, Julius stopped short, his eyes going wide.

“Alistair..?”

“Yeah?”

Julius swallowed thickly. “I think I need to throw up.”

Alistair swore softly, grabbing Julius and pulling him along to the public bathrooms. “It’s okay, don’t panic. I’ll look after you. Then as soon as you’re done I’m taking you home, okay?”

6

au where Saitama responds to his haters with overwhelming sarcasm

I needed a little pick-me-up but I got lazy halfway through lol, but I’ll be focusing on au stuff now I promise! my brain has been really unfocused recently and I just, need to get refocused (; _ ; )

Dating Ethan (In Several Different Scenarios) Would Include

- fake complaining about his pineapple pizza

- staying up late binge-watching big movie series like harry potter or star wars together

- eating like 82173987349203 pounds of food in the process

- tyler having to accept that fact that your basically always at their house anyways so you basically live there

- you and ethan having to keep reminding yourselves that tyler does in fact also live in that house

- as much as you love doing events with the whole gang together like when you got together for the superbowl

- your favorite days are the days ethan says “let’s go mini-golfing together; just us”

- and just spending time doing fun activities like that with him to get to know him better without being surrounded by the social situation

- speaking of mini-golfing with ethan

- him accidentally cursing in front of some child

- and you having to keep lightly hitting him every time he gets close to saying something potentially worse

- being playfully competitive with each other like just think about it and breathe it in okay

- like getting all “i’ve got this” and taking the perfect stance and practicing your throw and then hitting the ball and screwing it up royally on purpose because you like seeing him proud of himself

- and him pulling the same move and you both just hysterically laughing because the six-year-old on the advanced course is getting holes-in-one

- but when one of you actually starts to have a lead, the other keeps doing things like smacking their elbow before they hit the ball

- or trying to distract them by weirdly dancing or whispering weird phrases into the other’s ear

- it’s the best time of your life honestly

3

You’re sweet. (bonus GIFs :) )

In the spirit of the 14th February, and in the spirit of the unseen success of my little gifset story, I decided to create a little bonus! :)

But not only that, this is also a HUGE thank you to all my followers, old and new, for the incredible support you’ve given me! It truly means a lot, and I’ll do my best to keep on bringing more fanarts for all of us to enjoy (because I love creating them, and I hope you like looking at them ^^). Thank you guys again, this one’s for all of you! :)

It’s been a while since I last animated these two kiss, so I thought you know… why not? :D Originally I intended to create just one GIF, but I got a little carried away with these two and ended up creating 3 GIFs haha. So after some 2-3 hours of animating and 8 hours of rendering, I’m happy to present you the result! :) It’s not flawless I know, but the rendering was already kicked off when I noticed those. And I’m also sorry for the poor GIF quality. It really wasn’t easy to stuff this under 2MBs each. But I hope you’ll like it anyway!

So once again, to all of my followers (old and new), thank you so much for everything! <3

P.S.: If you have someone to celebrate today with, then Happy Valentine’s Day! And those of us who don’t… don’t worry, it won’t be like that forever. ;)

Keep shining! :)

3

Let’s Christmas! 🎄☃️

Words: 3166
Warnings: smut

A/N: Request from @lokisgirl5. There is something about having sex in a library. Don’t blame me. Seems like I got a little carried away. ;-)

Keep reading

5

so i drew equius putting vriska’s robo-arm together and figured i needed to do tav too! so here he is. (i got a little carried away lmao)

Movie Night

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2246 (I got a little carried away!)

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Swearing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

Request: Anon: “Hello there! First I just wanted to tell you that your writing was amazing for the 100 kinks for Bucky! I loved your stories so much and wanted to ask if you were taking requests at all? If you are, can you please write a one shot about Bucky lusting after the reader? Maybe shes an assistant at the compound or something like that. If not, it’s all good, but I think you should write because your amazing at it! Smut if you want!”

A/N: Here your go nonnie! Sorry this took so long and I hope you like it!


You were wearing it again. That damn black pencil skirt that formed perfectly to every curve. The black heels you had on made your legs look fucking fantastic. Bucky knew he should stop staring, but you always caught his attention when you both shared a room together. He watched as you smiled easily at everyone, how you flipped your hair over your shoulder when you would talk and fiddled with the buttons on your shirt when you were lost in thought. He nearly bit back a groan as you bent over the table to pass out the file folders you were holding. The glimpse of white lace underneath your white button down about ended him.

“Buck, you’re being obvious,” Steve said while punching Bucky’s shoulder and sitting down next to him. Bucky looked up to also see Sam shooting him a knowing smile from across the table.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” he said while trying to focus on anything other than the way that skirt hugged your ass. When you walked behind his chair, he caught a whiff of your perfume and it instantly made his dick hard. Bucky adjusted himself in his jeans and grabbed the file folder in front of him in hopes of getting his brain on the task at hand instead of what you would look like naked underneath him.
____________

You were walking down the hallway back to your office after the meeting was over. You needed to get inside your personal space. The way Bucky looked at you earlier had left your skin tingling. That man was going to be the death of you. You felt like your brain fizzled out whenever you were near him. His quiet demeanor made it impossible to read him but his stare said enough. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to strangle him or kiss him. Oh, who were you kidding, you wanted to feel those lips on your body.

Right after that thought took root in your head, you turned a corner and slammed right into a solid chest, causing you to drop your papers and folders. You looked up after regaining your balance and were mortified to see Bucky staring down at you, his brow creased. You felt your cheeks grow hot before kneeling to pick up your papers.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said to his feet. You were too embarrassed to look at his face after the thoughts you were having about him. A pair of hands appeared in your line of sight. You were startled by his metal one, he normally had a black glove covering it. He was organizing the folders when you chanced a glance up at him. His hair was falling in his face and the black t-shirt he had on was stretched across his broad shoulders.

“Bucky. Please call me Bucky.” He said while straitening back up. You clutched the files to your chest and stood awkwardly in front of him. You almost jumped out of your skin when he reached out and brushed a piece of your hair away from your face. The shock must have clearly read on your face because he snatched his hand back quick.  

“Well, I’m sorry again, and thank you for helping me.” You moved to walk around him. His metal arm shot out and stilled you by placing his hand on your arm. You looked up at him with confusion.

“Doll, it was an accident, you don’t have to apologize.” He looked down at where his hand was touching you. “Would you like to stick around for movie night tonight? It is Tony’s night to pick so I don’t know if it will be good but…” he let his sentence trail off.

You were so shocked that he was even talking to you that you realized your mouth was hanging open. You closed it and mentally shook yourself out of the dazed state you were in. “Are assistants allowed to join the Avengers at movie night?” You joked. Bucky smiled and you thought for sure your heart was going to stop. God, he was gorgeous.

“I think you passed up the assistant title long ago,” Bucky said while rubbing his thumb on your arm. “You can sit next to me. I’ll even share my blanket with you.”

Wait a minute, was he hitting on you? You were sure if you didn’t distance yourself from him soon, you were going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Yea, that sounds great Bucky. I’ll see you there.” You gave him a smile before hurrying the rest of the way to your office.

Bucky watched you until you shut the door behind you. He smiled to himself. You were attracted to him just as much as he was to you. This was good to know. After having a talk with Steve earlier, he had decided to make his move. With any luck, you two wouldn’t be watching too much of the movie tonight.

___________

You were nervous. You had asked Wanda what time to be in the screening room. When you told her that Bucky had invited you, she was shocked but then grinned and winked at you. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes to go. You grabbed your gym bag from underneath your desk and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You stepped out of your shoes while unbuttoning your shirt. You pulled it off and bent to take your skirt off. As you were folding the garments, you heard the door click open. Before you could cover yourself, Bucky’s head popped in.

“Hey doll, I thought I would…” Whatever he was saying, died on his lips as he came in and saw you standing there in your bra and panties. You thought he was just going to back out, but he didn’t. He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. Your face had to be ten shades of red as you were frozen in place. Bucky’s hot stare was setting your skin on fire. He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips. Your eyes darted to the floor, but didn’t miss the bulge his cock was making in his sweats.

“Do you want me to leave, doll face?” He asked in a husky voice. You looked back up at him and saw the red color in his cheeks and the way his breathing had changed. Did you want him to leave? You hadn’t had sex in a while and the man standing across from you looked like he was made for sin.

No, you didn’t want him to leave. Instead of voicing your answer, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. You held the cups to your chest for a second before letting it fall down your arms. Bucky groaned so low that it almost sounded like a growl. He practically stalked over to you. His flesh hand cupped your jaw and his metal arm curled around your waist. The coolness against your hot skin make goosebumps rise.

“Are you sure about this? Because in about ten seconds, I’m not going to be much of a gentleman.” His words made your shiver and wetness to pool between your thighs. The look he was giving you with his lust blown eyes and his breath coming in short pants was making your anxious.

“Bucky yes, I’m sure. Now kiss me.” You said before wrapping your arms around his back and crashing your lips against his. Bucky instantly commanded the kiss. He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You opened them and tangled your tongue with his. It was consuming; teeth clanking, lip biting, sighs and moans. You felt drugged as his metal hand made its way to your ass, grabbing a handful, pressing your body into his. His other hand was buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. Your hands found their way inside the back of his shirt and roamed over the warm muscles. He lifted his lips from yours to trail soft kisses along your cheek and landing on the pulse point below your ear. You leaned your head to the side with a moan. His teeth nipped the tender spot, causing you to gasp and score his back with your fingernails.

“Kitten has claws,” he murmured against your collarbone. Your sigh turned into a moan when you felt his tongue swipe across your nipple. He brought his flesh hand down to flick over your nipple as his tongue and lips continued their torture. This man was turning your bones to jelly. You pulled on his shoulders to bring him back up.

“Too many clothes,” you whispered as you stripped his shirt off. He chuckled at your urgency. You put your hands in the waistband of his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free between the two of you and you nearly wept. It was beautiful. Long, thick and dripping precum. Bucky didn’t give you enough time to admire it before he swooped you into his arms. He walked across the room and laid you on the couch. He propped a pillow beneath your head and kneeled between your thighs. He ran his hands down your body before pulling your panties down your legs. After tossing them to the floor, he stopped and stared at you. His eyes took in every detail they could. He settled his hands on your thighs and spread them further apart, his eyes fixed to your pussy.

“God damn doll, look how wet you are,” he said as his thumb trailed through your wetness. You moaned and watched as he brought his thumb to his lips and licked off your essence. You nearly came right then.

“Bucky…” you whimpered. “Please, I need you.” You thrust your hips up at him. He smirked before you felt his finger enter you. He brought his thumb down again, circling your clit while his finger started thrusting in and out of your cunt. You arched your back and let soft moans fall from your lips. Bucky watched every reaction. He was a man enjoying himself. A wicked chuckle left his mouth when he found your g-spot.  You had become a writhing mess as you were nearing orgasm. Bucky added a second finger and gave your clit a pinch, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shook as you nearly screamed out your release.

“That was fucking beautiful baby,” Bucky said, brushing his lips against yours. You nudged your hips against his, coating his cock with your slick. He grunted and reached down to align himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed forward, letting both of you enjoy the feeling. When he was fully seated inside, he stopped to give you a minute to adjust. You felt stretched, almost to the point of pain, but it was amazing.

Bucky was whispering words of encouragement against your lips. How good you felt, how tight you were around his cock, how he wanted to make you feel good. You rolled your hips into his, causing him to inhale sharply. He looked down at you, adjusting his arms on the couch for leverage. You brought one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other got a good grasp on his ass.

Bucky started a nice and slow rhythm, just enough to make you want more. He placed his lips against your neck and sucked on the tender spot he had found earlier. You gasped and tugged on his hair. He growled into your neck and his thrust getting harder, going deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was intoxicating.

“Oh god… Bucky… you feel so good.” You said, biting his shoulder. His lips met yours again. Your moans began mingling with his groans.  

He pulled his mouth from yours, “Are you going to come on my cock doll?” His thrusts had turned fast and choppy. The angle he was pumping, hit your clit with every drag in and out. Your body began to tense. “Come on, baby. I want to feel you come.” he said, chasing his own release. He reached down and drew rapid circles on your clit. You flew apart, coming with a startled cry. “O-oh fuck baby… shit,” Bucky groaned. He reared back, pulled out and gave his cock a few hard pumps before he spilled himself on your stomach. His face was contorted in pleasure and sweat was dripping from his forehead. It could have been your blissed-out brain, but he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

While you were waiting on both of your breathing to return to normal, you reached out and rubbed your hands along his thighs, “I’m pretty sure we missed the movie.” He laughed and got up to grab his t-shirt from the floor. He swiped it across your belly, cleaning up his mess. He wiped himself clean before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

“Trust me, I would much rather be right here with you, rather than watching some movie Tony picks.” He said brushing the hair off your face. He gave you a gentle kiss, “Wanna go back to my room and have our own movie night?”

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 6)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,312 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Got a little carried away writing this one…

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Are you kidding me right now?

Once again, you were in the presence of Bucky Barnes, the beautiful boy you thought you’d never see again after your meeting with him at the coffee shop. Though you maintained consciousness this time around, you weren’t sure if you were able to handle his company once more.

Steve’s gaze flickered between you and Bucky, confusion adorning his features as he spoke up. “You two know each other?” he asked, perplexed towards the predicament at hand. Unlike your friends, Steve was clearly unaware of the uncanny situation you had with Bucky. This was just a continuous mess with no plans of ending soon. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Do you have any ideas for a JJbek high school au

  • JJ is literally everybody’s darling at school; he’s handsome, he’s pretty and he’s really easy going and friendly towards everybody. He’s arrogant too, that is at least what a lot of people say.
  • He’s captain of the ice hockey team and therefore very popular especially with the girls. Actually he’s the first captain with dark(er) skin in the history of the team  
  • JJ’s best friend is chewing gum and converse sneakers
  • It’s sports, sports and more sports for him.
  • JJ doesn’t care about school a lot. He performs badly at maths, he hates chemistry and physics. Music is okay-ish. But it’s the sport he lives for. He aims for a college with a very good ice-hockey team.
  • His (female) admirers are many, he’s mostly surrounded by a flock of girls, and he dated some of them (High school AU JJ is bisexual)
  • JJ knows he should reduce training to get better at school; he can’t however, because he wants to live up to his own standards.
  • Otabek doesn’t give a shit about sports, if they aren’t esports. He loves those
  • Otabek is quite good at school, basically in all subjects, but especially in music and art. When he was younger he dreamt about becoming a pianist. 
  • Otabek  doesn’t have many friends. In fact he has one friend he met at a book night organized by the librarians a while ago. 
  • Otabek literally cannot stand JJ at all. He’s too loud, too popular, too easy going (with the girls) - it’s inappropriate and .. distasteful?
  • More importantly: Otabek thinks JJ is dumb, really dumb - yet nobody ever seems to give a shit about JJ failing exams and performing really badly at school. He just doesn’t understand why all teachers seem to favor that boy, when he constantly gets ignored by them, or worse: is being told that his work is not good enough during class
  • Otabek’s a favorite victim for some nasty older boys (boys who are in that ice hockey team too); making jokes about his quiet nature, calling him nasty things (weirdo, and worse), even try to ‘steal’ money from him.
  • One day, JJ witnesses such an event and intervenes quite fiercely. The boys let Otabek be due to JJ’s popularity and his status. JJ is taken aback that such things tend to happen at his school; he never knew. He feels bad for that, and also bad for Otabek asking him a thousand times if everything is fine, if they have done anything else. he also promises to speak with their coach about that. It is basically the first time that they talk with each other. 
  • Otabek is thoroughly surprised by JJ’s reaction; there was no need to intervene, yet he did. There was no need to offer his help, yet he did .. all that keeps Otabek thinking for many days. 
  • A couple of days later Otabek’s phone buzzes. It’s a message from JJ, asking if everything is fine or if another incident happened. Otabek wonders from where exactly JJ has his phone number. For once, he doesn’t ask, but states all is well (which it is). In the next message JJ asks if he’d up for meeting at Starbucks later on. Otabek doesn’t quite feel like it .. what should he talk with JJ? Why should he talk with JJ? and more importantly .. WHY should JJ want to meet with him? It doesn’t make sense, yet his upbringing bids him to agree and so he does.
  • He’s nervous when they meet. Afraid not knowing what to say, afraid that other friends of JJ are somewhere around; some flirty girls - all these things. It never happens. They are basically undisturbed. Otabek has to admit that JJ isn’t half as dumb as he thought he is. JJ has to admit that Otabek isn’t half as weird as he thought he is - actually they share some interests:
  • Both love to read (even the same books), both love photography, and are interested in politics. JJ just hides this side of his, because it’s deemed ‘uncool’. Otabek also learns that the attention JJ receives is kind of unwelcomed; it stresses him, it gives him anxiety attacks on a regular basis. He doesn’t like all the attention at all, but has learned to cope with it and deals with it to reach his major goal: a sports scholarship for a good college. Time flies: when they realize it, they are the last guests in Starbucks and it’s long dark outside. JJ invites Otabek to watch his next game
  • Otabek watches JJ’s next ice hockey game, although he has NO idea about ice hockey. They meet afterwards at the mall. 
  • After that, they meet on a regular basis .. Otabek helps JJ with physics, they’re doing homework together, they play computer games together .. both are astonished how pleasant each others company is .. at school they pretend as if they aren’t that close .. both are somewhat annoyed by that but have decided it would be the better option, at least for now.
  • JJ has stopped dating those girls all together.
  • One night, a couple of months later, they share some beers and watch some stupid movie, when JJ asks if Otabek ever dated someone, or kissed someone. Otabek shakes his head, eyes casted to the floor. And JJ, being tipsy JJ keeps asking all the more: Why not, are the girls not to his liking here, or is it a religious thing or has it to do with his nationality until Otabek looks up, saying dryly: “I don’t like girls.”
  • JJ feels as if the world stops for a split second. “So,” he ventured carefully, “it’s boys then?” and Otabek is like.. “Yeah .. I guess .. but it’s not ‘boys’ actually.”
  • JJ stares at him with ??? in the eyes until Otabek adds… “It’s A boy. Not boys.”
  • and JJ is like .. OMG .. an unrequited love .. does he know, and have you tried and and and, with Otabek always shaking his head until JJ asks if he knows him. and Otabek is: “if not you who else.”
  • It takes a while until JJ understands, or thinks he gets it .. actually he only gets it when Otabek looks at him, nervousness visibly spread across his face.
  • Now JJ is nervous too. “So .. is that .. boy .. me?” .. Otabek only managed to nod, averting his eyes. JJ so wasn’t prepared for that .. he’d been so damn sure that Otabek was a bit awkward with girls, but straight .. and for that he never spoke about his own feelings, afraid to ruin their friendship. 
  • That night, it’s the first time they kiss each other ..
  • A year later, they are accepted to the same college. 
  • Two years later, JJ is the first captain of the college ice hockey team who’s poc and openly living in a gay relationship. 

..anyways, lovely high school AU anon .. I guess that got LONg :D

memory found || stiles stilinski

word count: 4242

warnings: season 6 spoilers, mentions of sex, light swearing

prompt: part one of this imagine

author’s note: yeah, so i got just a little carried away with this tbh. i really liked the idea of this imagine and i am really happy with how it turned out. also, THAT SEASON 6A FINALE! AM I RIGHT?? anyways, enjoy this imagine and feel free to make requests!

masterlist

By definition, Stiles and Y/N were friends with benefits.

Keep reading

Empty Libraries

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon

Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”

Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.

A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!

Word Count: 1929

Keep reading

11. “Why are there four dogs in our house? We don’t own four dogs. We don’t even own one.”

Sebastian Stan was a hardworking guy. Over the last year and a half, he gotten booked on more movies than ever before. At first it was a tad overwhelming, but it was his passion. He absolutely loved what he did.

He worried that the more traveling he did, the more of a strain it would be on your relationship. The two of you had been together for almost three years. You met because of a mutual friend who had a feeling that the two of you would click. Your friend had been right.

It started off slow but the relationship picked up speed when you both realized that there wasn’t anyone else on the planet that you’d rather be with. You felt like you knew absolutely everything about him and he felt the same about you.

Keep reading

Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)


  • Your boys would be the sweetest in the world
  • Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French
  • “Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”
  • Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.
  • Here’s how your multiple turtle purchases would go down…
  • Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart.
    “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head.
    “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”
  • Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses
  • Cuddle sessions
  • You’d probably have a chores chart
  • John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four
  • They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved
  • Random surprises at work
  • It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out
  • Movie nights galore!!
  • Giving the boys massages after long hard days
  • Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson
  • “He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-”
    “Alexander!”
  • Doodling with John in your free time
  • Braiding the boy’s hair
  • “My love, are those flowers that you’re-”
    “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”
  • Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him
  • Thousands of group selfies
  • You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared
  • The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other
  • “That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.”
    “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”
  • They’d love to baby you despite your protests
  • After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you
  • Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented
  • Shoulder kisses
  • The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting
  • You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing
  • But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode
  • He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf
  • But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down
  • “Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”
  • This would be Alex’s snapping point
  • Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight
  • The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them
  • Morning showers together
  • The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills
  • After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods
  • Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.
  • “Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”
  • Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation
  • “He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”
  • He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often
  • Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys
  • John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands
  • Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.
  • Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.
  • Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters
  • I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times
  • Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression
  • “Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?”
    “Herc now is not the time-”
    “A pork chop.”
  • John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out
  • Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them
  • “Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself.
    “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you,
    “Right you are, John.”
  • Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.
  • Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side
  • Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys
  • But let’s be real, the sex would be outstanding
  • Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways
  • Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He’s also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.
  • Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words
  • Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He’s to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.
  • But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up
  • Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast
  • Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.
  • Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker
  • In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough
  • Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions
  • He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in
  • You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.
  • So many kisses
  • Exploring the city together
  • Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things
  • It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed
  • And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John
  • Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need
  • Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want
  • But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)
  • It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’
  • Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.
  • Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.
  • The boys all had different drunk types
  • Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.
  • “Y/n… can you please cuddle me?”
    “Jack gimme kisses.”
    “Hercules can you make me pizza?”
    “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!”
    “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”
  • John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.
  • Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.
  • Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.
  • Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.
  • The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.
  • Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.
  • John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.
  • There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.
  • Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.
  • You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.
  • You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV
  • Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.
  • Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.
  • You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight,  
    “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.”
    “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after.
    “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present.
    Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man’s hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk,
    “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!”
    “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”
  • But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

Hope you liked it! 

- Daizy xx

Judgey and English

Originally posted by alinok

A/N: Okay this one is reeeeally long but i got carried away and I didn’t want any part of the request to get missed out because I tried to squish it into less than 2000 words

Request:  could I maybe request an imagine where the reader is new and she moves to riverdale from England and she starts off as a waitress at pops and befriends Jughead because she’s all little and sassy and sarcastic. Then maybe she could become a river vixen and reggie and the football team all take an interest and juggy gets all jelly because he’s developed a subconscious crush on her 

Word Count: 3,249 (god.damn.)

Warnings: Bad pick up lines, some brief angst

Keep reading

✨ imagines; theme: "in love with you" ✨

🌻 imagine dan as the boy with anxiety , the boy obsessed with the stars and reading mystery novels, the nervous seeming boy who always shakes and stutters and avoids eye contact and phil as the popular boy who doesn’t even try to be liked, who has girls and boys alike throwing themselves at his feet. and he falls in love. with dan howell.

🌻 phil hating his glasses, not wanting to wear them but they’re the only way he can see, and he tells dan. dan just frowns with a “well let’s see” and takes phil’s glasses off, tilting his head to the side and he smiles softly. when phil asks what, why is he smiling, dan just smiles harder, putting his glasses back on. “i think i like it better like this. you look more like the phil i fell in love with.”

🌻 dan getting slightly (*very) tipsy while out with his friends at a bar, and he sings halo at the top of his lungs; it starts with humming and light tapping of his fingers before his friends start encouraging him , and soon he’s on the fucking piano, spinning around and around and singing (and if they’re honest it doesn’t sound half bad) before he starts to fall ; cue bartender phil rushing forward and catching him bridal style. dan giggles, his face tinted pink and blowing away the soft curls falling in his face. “can i have another drink pweasee?” phil chuckles. “i think you’ve had enough, love.”

🌻 phil befriending his best friend’s younger brother who’s always shunned by him; inviting him to hang out with them and soon enough just him, pulled in by dan’s sweet squishy face and his dimples and the way dan’s eyes twinkle when phil makes him laugh. one day dan’s being very reserved when they’re sitting on phil’s roof; he keeps biting his lip and pulling his sleeves over his hands and avoiding phil’s eyes, so phil asks what’s wrong. dan looks up, blushing like hell, holding his hands to his mouth like a chipmunk, his eyes wide. “i think i’ve fallen in love with you, philly.” his bottom lip trembles he lets his face fall into his hands. “i’m sorry, please don’t hate me.” phil grins, touching his arm. “hey,” he says gently, offering him a smile. “don’t worry. i think i’m falling in love too. so…” he takes dan’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and dan stares at their hands. “so we’ll fall together. okay?”

🌻 phil using pick up lines on dan all day, every time he walks into the room. “are you a magician? because when i look at you everyone else disappears.” “hey, dan? tie your shoes. i wouldn’t want you falling for anyone else.” and every time phil says one he gets this look on his face, his eyes lighting up and an excited grin stretching across his face, and dan can feel himself melting more and more every time but he just rolls his eyes until, finally , after phil compares his face to the night sky he blurts it out; “fuck you, phil, i’m fucking in love with you,” and leaves the room, leaving phil with his mouth dropped open.

Jughead & Reader: The Jacket

Summary: When Betty bails on Jughead after he’s given the Serpent jacket, you step up and try to figure out what’s going on with your best friend. The feelings you’ve had for him are hard to hide when you spend the night alone with him.

Requested by: anonymous


Listen to: Waves - Dean Lewis


Betty Cooper burst into the student lounge Monday morning looking more panicked than you had ever seen her. Her normally well-kept, slicked back hair was frizzy and out of place. She looked like she hadn’t sleep in days. 

“What’s going on?” You asked her as she paced back and forth behind the couch. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, making you and Kevin, who was sitting by your side, nervous.

She turned to the two of you. “It’s Jughead,” she started. 

Immediately you felt more alert at the sound of your best friend’s name. You sat up straight and gave Betty your full attention. “What about him?”

Betty shook her head. “He’s going… dark. He’s becoming a Serpent.”

Your eyes widened. “What? You’re not serious.”

“I was just at FP’s trailer with him and while we were…” She looked around nervously and decided to not continue. “The serpents came and knocked on the door. They offered him a jacket. The same kind of jacket all the Serpents wear.”

Kevin looked at you and Betty in surprise. “Would Jughead really do that?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Betty, I know Jughead better than anyone.” She gave you a slight glare because she was always jealous of your friendship with Jughead. “He’s not just going to turn to the group that almost pulled his family apart.”

“Well you weren’t there,” Betty said in a little bit of a snotty tone. “I saw it. He’s going to the dark side.” She sat on the chair opposite you and Kevin and crossed her arms. “I can’t even look at him. It makes me so angry that he would do that. That he would just turn on us.”

You didn’t reply. You just sat quietly as Betty and Kevin talked about Jughead’s “dark” future. Could he really be a Serpent?

Keep reading

Best friend

MASTERLIST

-Luke Hemmings smut-

Word count: 1,300

“Have you told her yet?” Calum questioned Luke. “No Cal, I can’t jeopardise our friendship like that. No one understands me like Y/N and I can’t lose her. Ever.” Luke replied and the other boys just groaned and sighed in disappointment. Luke has been in love with you since 2 years now and he doesn’t seem to have the courage to tell you. Every time he met you his heart would do backflips and he would be unable to ruin the perfect moments he has with you by confessing his feelings. He was in a constant battle. His brain against his heart. None of the other boys would understand his decision.

“Guys, she’s on her way over here. Please don’t say anything” Luke said. “Don’t worry, we never do” Michael says exasperated. “Mate, you should just tell her, I’m pretty sure she feels the same way.” Ashton says. Luke always respected everything that Ashton said, him being the oldest after all. They continued to talk about some random things and you entered Luke’s apartment. They didn’t even seem to notice your presence, so you took that time to really admire Luke. He was tall, fit and had eyes that you could lose yourself in. Everyday you would wonder how you got so lucky to be best friends with him.

Being best friends with him had its pros and cons. A con being that you couldn’t help falling utterly and completely in love with him and a pro being you get to spend all day with him and nights too. This was one of those lucky days. You would be spending the night at your best friends apartment. You got a little carried away and you didn’t notice when Calum called out your name. “Y/N, are you alive?” you shook your head and broke your gaze away from Luke. “Huh?” you asked, completely confused and unaware about what was happening. The boys just laughed knowingly and Luke blushed.

Luke came up to you and hugged you tight. “Hi, Y/N I missed you so much” “I missed you too, Lukey” you replied and buried your face in his chest. “I think we’ll be leaving now” Ashton called out and you turned to face him and the other boys. It was getting pretty late and you figured they would be leaving soon. They piled out of the apartment, one after the other leaving you and Luke standing awkwardly. “So, what do you want to do?” Luke questioned and you just shrugged your shoulders, grabbing the box of pop tarts that were lying on a table. You walked over and lay down on his couch, making yourself at home. He walked over to you and sat down on your stomach. “Luke you’re crushing me” you squeaked out. “I’m not that fat” Luke retorted and changed his position so he was lying next to you, instead of on top of you.

“It’s so fucking hot Y/N, do you mind if I change into something more comfortable.” Luke asked you and you nodded eagerly, knowing his ‘something comfortable’ meant boxers and nothing else. He changed and came back and you couldn’t help but blush. It obviously wasn’t the first time you saw him without a shirt, but he was just perfect. His toned body always made you excited, in more than one way. He returned to his position next to you, not before turning on the TV and watching Shark Tank. You moved slightly, so you were half on top of him. Your head was on his chest and you could hear his heart beat and you let out a sigh. Unknowingly, you started tracing shapes on his chest. He was in bliss and so were you.

You slowly placed a small kiss on his chest, not being able to control yourself. When you gained no response from your best friend you moved your head up and started placing small kisses on his jaw and collarbones. He let out a groan and his eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the sensation of your lips on him. “Y/N, don’t stop” he said quietly and he held you by the waist and pulled you upwards so you were lying completely on top of him. Having a better angle, you started peppering his face with kisses. Kissing every spot, except his lips. Your lips brushed his a couple of times and you held yourself back from crashing your lips on his. “Luke, I really want to kiss you right now” you said softly. A small part of you was afraid of his reaction but that didn’t last very long as Luke captured your lips and his and they moved in sync. Luke was on top of the world and you were in heaven. A few seconds later, he pulled away to take a breath and rested his forehead against yours.

“I know this isn’t the perfect time to say this, but I don’t think the perfect time will ever come. So, Y/N I just wanted you to know that I love you and I have for a long time now.” Luke said and you kissed him again and he deepened the kiss by putting his tongue in your mouth. You moaned loudly when his hand went up your t-shirt and gave your bra-clad breast a hard squeeze. He tugged at the bottom of it and you got the signal and took it off. Without wasting anymore time, your hand went behind your back and you unclasped your bra. Luke stared at your breasts hungrily and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. He moved to the other one, giving it equal attention. He flipped you over so that he was on top of you now. He began moving downward to the place you ached for him.

In one swift move he took of your pants. He grabbed the hem of your panties in his teeth and released it so it whipped back on to your skin. You were heavily aroused and you couldn’t wait any longer. “Luke, please” you moaned out. He slid your panties off, slowly and teasingly and started kissing in your inner thighs. He blew on your clit making you shiver in anticipation. He ran one finger up your slit gathering the wetness and he put his finger in his mouth. “Baby girl, you taste so good” Luke said before coming back up to kiss you. He quickly got rid of his boxers and that was the only piece of material separating the two of you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to enter you. He got the hint and pushed into you slowly. Profanities left your mouth as it was hard for you to adjust to his size, pun intended. He reached deep inside you and he let out a groan. “Fuck, Y/N you’re so tight” Luke said and started thrusting into you harder and faster. He lifted your leg upwards, to get a different angle and he hit that spot, which made you go weak.You moaned his name as he continually hit the spot. “Luke I’m so close” you told him when you felt that familiar tightening of the stomach. He took your lips in his in a sloppy kiss as you released your juices around him. With a few more thrusts, he came inside you and he rode out his high.

He laid on top of you with his face in your neck. “Y/N, I really fucking love you.” “I love you too, Luke” you told him truthfully and he kissed you on your forehead. “Round 2 in the shower?” you questioned him and he laughed loudly while agreeing.

A/N: I live for best friend smuts.

Originally posted by theworldaway