well, most of the avengers have at some time or another. steve, tony, thor, and clint are all surprisingly good hairstylists. i used to be able to do basic braids for my sisters, but the asskicking robot hand makes it pretty hard. hair tends to get stuck in the plates.
also–and my memory is pretty spotty, so this could be wrong–i think a hydra tech gave me french braids once??? i dont know why.
“The only way I will ever sit in his car is if I’m using it to run him over,” you snapped, pushing Kyungsoo’s hand off your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, wincing at the weight before starting down the stairs. Maybe you had over packed, but you didn’t want to risk running out of clothes, especially in a place so secluded.
A/N:Okay, so, this wasn’t suppose to go out until after ‘Wait For Me’ part two, but I’m like, physically and mentally not able to write that right now, and I don’t know why, so I just decided to finish this. Oh and also, I decided to post this tonight instead of tomorrow cause it was basically done, ops.
If you didn’t read the title, this is a smut, this is also my first attempt at writing smut so, it may not be fantastic. I apologize if it doesn’t go into great detail or anything, like I said, I’m new to writing smut so this was really awkward for me to write, but I had to start somewhere, soz.
As smuts go, please do not read this if you’re uncomfortable with sexual situations, it’s tots fine to skip out on this one, my dude.
okay so I am slowly but surely getting through your asks! Thanks to everyone who has sent me ideas! I promise I will get to them all, please be patient with me though haha
anyway thought I would knock a few birds out with one stone with this one! Thanks to all the wonderful anons who sent these requests! Full disclosure most of my asks is smutty requests haha so get ready!
Anyway hope you enjoy it ;) sorry it’s a bit long!
warnings: smut, smut, smut, sin and smut. [with a bit of plot for good measure]
ENVY: The colour of sin
Jealously was not an emotion Jughead was overly fond of. In
fact he thinks it’s his least favourite of all the emotions on the broad
spectrum of human feeling.
The cause of such jealously; Archie Andrews not so subtly
attempting to gain the attentions of Betty Cooper.
It was a paradox- Jughead being jealous of Archie’s
jealously and he knew it made zero sense. Yet he couldn’t help the green eyed
monster rearing its ugly head when he saw the pair exit the doors of Riverdale
High on Friday afternoon.
Well actually if he was being honest, the green eyed monster
had been rearing its ugly head for a week now. He had noticed Archie’s
preoccupation with his girlfriend grow over the weeks and while he had at first
dismissed it as missing his best friend and seeking comfort in her after
everything with his dad, Jughead now knew it was actually due to seeking her
affections. He hadn’t worked out yet whether Archie himself was actually aware
of his change in behaviour toward Betty, but it was irking Jughead none the
less. And so he had taken it upon himself to brave the civil war-esque dangers
of being at Riverdale high and pick his girlfriend up from school that
afternoon; rather than endure another tortured afternoon imaging the moves
Archie was putting on her while they walked home.
Betty was sporting her usual pony tail and radiant smile,
looking gorgeous as ever, so yeah he got why Archie felt inclined to be
attracted toward her. What he couldn’t comprehend was his “best friend’s” need
to tug on her pony tail and let his hand linger in the golden locks longer than
necessary, before slinging his arm across her shoulders.
Jughead’s eyes narrowed despite Betty casually lifting
Archie’s arm off of her with a laugh.
Unable to watch the scenes of ‘All American Boy Next Door
tries to win heart of Girl Next Door after realising mistake of letting her go’
any longer Jughead pushed himself off the side of the truck.
“Hey you,” he called casually across the car park in the
direction of the pair.
Betty’s eyes instantly strayed from Archie, her green orbs
landing on him and immediately alighting. The surprised smile that graced her
features temporarily dousing the flames of the burning aggravation inside him.
“Juggie!” she exclaimed through a laugh, practically
skipping toward him.
Jughead’s blue gaze softened, the iciness directed at his
friend instantly morphing into amused adoration as his girlfriend bounded into
his arms. Betty’s own arms wrapped around his shoulders while his found perch
on her slender waist.
TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos
Words: 1,700 ish
Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!
“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest
of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table.
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded
towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck.
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last
thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her
last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of
You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your
boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously.
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared
“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“
Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take.
Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed.
His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.
“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around
you two,” Jared remarked.
“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor
rolled his eyes.
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck
could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand
shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.
“Every time we get together, you guys always leave
early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.
“Do not! When was the last time we did that?”
You looked at Alanna with disbelief.
“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you
sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.
Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears
changed colour like a chameleon to match.
“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You
guys are messed up,” Jared joked.
You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh,
you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”
Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.
“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s
“Week before that, we
all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”
“Ok, ok! I get it. We
have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.
“There’s nothing wrong
with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.
“Yeah, I bet you two
couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box,
giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.
“You’re on,” you shook
his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.
“Wait, babe, are you
Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.
Connor gulped, looking
between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.
Alanna checked her
watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual
intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”
You nodded with a
confident smirk on your face.
Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than
you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights
with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were
just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.
You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he
couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.
“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your
nose with your fingers.
“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need
something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.
Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex.
When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate
with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon
when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad
either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on
“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman,
but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just
sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.
Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re
right,” he sighed softly.
The two of you were
laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you
laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.
“Oh don’t remind me,”
“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who
wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.
“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself
in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back
with a laugh.
The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or
two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the
future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each
other. It felt… nice.
Connor must have been thinking the same thing,
because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was
something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look
of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were
relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical
As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have
actually done something useful.
Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and
thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and
Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time
alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you.
Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were
not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked
dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He
stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with
bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were
his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t
take it anymore.
Connor growled as he shoved you into his room,
slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he
almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on
the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care.
Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.
He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto
his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a
piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt,
grabbing onto your breasts roughly.
“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out
“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about
Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.
His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart
roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about
Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.
You tipped your head backwards, letting your
boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he
needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is
pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.
Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he
presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on
the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but
Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you
continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.
His kisses trailed down your bare body. His
movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously
close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw
your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up
them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.
“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.
You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows
as you watched his every move.
Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss
to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a
single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated
between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided
“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he
murmured against your heat.
You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back
with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite
song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.
Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give
you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started.
Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.
“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and
straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.
Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her
mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for
dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite
She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what
do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”
Anon: heYO HEYO WASSUP um well could you write a nct reaction (+ JI FKUCING HANSOL CAUSE THIS BOI NEEDS MORE LOVE ((and I know that not only the two of us are thirsty for him hue hue))) where their gf/bf is super innocent and a total virgin but they’re horny (the member lol)? also,,, bLESS YOUR HANSOL SCENARIOS AND YOUR ENTIRE BLOG IN GENERAL ILUBCHU
I’m actually so upset with how this came out :-( I thought it wasn’t going well and then I re-read it and was like, what kind of garbage have I just produced???🤧I’ll probably come back to edit this when I’ve had a bit of experience in this field lmao i mean i’m already half way there anyway lmfao
But yeah, this was a difficult request to do to be honest, I really have no idea how anyone would react but oh well😂
you dont gotta do this but id rly like to see Alex calling out Maggie for standing on her tippy toes in pictures so they are the same height! It seems cute in my head... Thanks!! love your fics!!! <3
“Oh my god, Maggie, get down.”
“Um, Danvers, we’re kind of… in front of your sister… and all our friends…”
Alex takes a moment to get it, and when she does, her jaw drops open and her eyes go wide and she turns beet red.
“No, not – Jesus, Sawyer – I meant get off your tip toes!”
Maggie’s eyes get wide and innocent, and James rests his camera on his hip in resignation and exchanges bemused and slightly terrified grimaces with Winn and Kara, because lord, this might take a while.
Because all of them had been perfectly happy to get away with it. With trying her best to look as tall as Alex in pictures.
Kara had even stood behind her and lifted her slightly once or twice to spare her calves.
But Alex Danvers loves everything about her girlfriend. Everything. Including how her stature makes Alex feel strong – though she knows, of course, that Maggie can and does kick some serious ass – and like she can protect her, like she can hold her, like she can dote on her, like she can toss her arm around her and just wrap her up and let the world know mine, mine, mine.
And if she likes to record that feeling in photographs, she should be allowed to, shouldn’t she?
She won’t be thwarted by Maggie standing on her tip toes and thinking her secret agent girlfriend doesn’t notice.
“I don’t… I’m not on my tip toes, come on, Danvers.”
Maggie glances around the family for support.
Kara suddenly has found something very interesting to stare at on the ceiling, Winn has suddenly gotten a very urgent text, and James bravely – probably because his Guardian suit is in the bag on the couch – furrows his brow, purses his lips, and pumps a supportive fist at Maggie.
“I saw that, Olsen.”
“See Alex, I think you might be imagining things. Imagining Maggie standing on her tiptoes, imagining me doing something out of the ordinary just there…”
Alex swings her arm off of Maggie’s shoulder and starts toward James.
“Give me that camera, Olsen.”
He backs away quickly, backwards, and reminds Winn forcibly of that scene in the last Harry Potter movie when Hermione demands Harry give her wand back and – even though she’s unarmed – he scampers away from her with the kind of terror he’s never shown Voldemort.
“Relax, Guardian, I’m not gonna destroy it, I just need proof.”
He lets her snatch it from his hands to avoid doing it damage, and he winks at Maggie over Alex’s shoulder.
“Seriously, James?” Alex’s indignation spreads across the whole apartment.
“None of these pictures have our feet in them? Even the full body shots? None of them? Come on. I thought you were supposed to have a Pulitzer Prize or something.”
“Hey, listen, I was told to take great pictures of you two. I wasn’t told they had to include your combat boots.”
Maggie beams at him behind Alex’s back, and Winn gives her a secret solidarity high five while Kara adjusts her glasses and tries to take her sister’s faux-rage seriously.
“Maybe Maggie’s just trying to be closer to your pretty face, Alex,” she offers, and Alex quirks her lips off to the side as she turns toward Maggie.
“Is that what it is, babe?”
“No idea what you’re talking about, Danvers,” Maggie maintains staunchly.
“You know what then? Fine. You wanna not look shorter than me. Come here, you.”
“Alex what – “
But Maggie’s sentence turns into a laughing shriek, and suddenly her arms are around Alex’s neck and Winn and Kara are cheering and James is adjusting the camera Alex had thrust back in his hands and snapping photograph after laughing photograph.
Of Alex with Maggie in her arms, bridal style, laughing.
Alex with Maggie in her arms, staring into each other’s eyes like no one else had ever existed or ever would exist again.
Alex’s hair falling over her face as she kisses Maggie like her sister isn’t desperately adjusting her glasses just a few feet away.
Alex setting Maggie down and standing behind her, head over Maggie’s shoulder, smiling into the camera like she’s never been this happy in her life, and Maggie holding Alex’s hands – which are wrapped around her waist – and smiling the same exact way.
Alex turning her face and kissing Maggie’s cheek, and Maggie swooning and giggling back into her strong hold, the most brilliant of smiles on her face.
Winn and Kara leaping behind both of them, mouths wide open in hilarity, as Maggie turns her face to kiss Alex’s lips.
Every single photograph gets framed, and Maggie never feels the need to stand on her tip toes next to Alex again.
I think Qrow is a really intelligent man, but just not ‘book smart’. Growing up around bandits, he was never expected to study or learn like children are forced taught to in schools.
When a book or worksheet is placed in front of him, or when he is in a lecture, his brain just shuts off. He needs to learn “hands on”. When in the field, he’s very quick to pick up on visual cue’s, strategize, and memorize information pertaining to a mission almost immediately.
He’s just too out of his element in the classroom.
Summer picks up on this during the first three weeks of being on his team, and takes it upon herself to help out her struggling crush parter. With her help, he improves steadily, becoming a straight A student along with the rest of his team (Summer pushes Rae and Tai, too. STRQ has potential to be the top team in their class and they will achieve that goal. Or else).