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She’s Mine

HAPPY SMUT SUNDAY! 

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW |

Request: Hello, first I want to write is that your stories are awfully cute. (I have to admit that you’re doing the best for the Imagine Daryl). Well, I thought, since I’m not so much experience in TWD, because I was in the fifth series. I love stupid crap Merle. Brother Daryl. It occurred to me that the reader will have to suffer the stupid crap Merle and Daryl she stands up, well obviously, Smut. I do not know, it’s a proposal, but I think you would have to grapple with it, I believe you can do it.

Summary: Season 1 Era. Before the pilot and before Merle is left on the roof. Daryl and his brother Merle keep to the outskirts of the camp, Reader is interested in Daryl and starts to try and act friendly toward him, only to end up dealing with Merle constantly hitting on her and trying to grab on her. Daryl finally has enough and tells Merle off. Smut ensues. Daryl claims her. 

(Season 1 Daryl is so fun and Drunk Merle was also fun to write lol. Enjoy!)

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Y/N stared across the way as she absent mindedly helped Carol and Andrea fold laundry. You had just pulled all the clean clothes of the line and were now going to work making sure everyone’s laundry was folded and given back to them. “Woman’s work”, as Lori would call it. You were never the type for, “woman’s work,” but you played along because you were grateful the group had taken you in after the end of the world.

Your eyes haze over as your hands work on their own and you focus in on the man who had your eye from the minute you had found these people, Daryl Dixon. He had piercing blue eyes and a glare that just about knocked the breath out of you every time he sent it your way.

You smile to yourself as your eyes run down his dirt covered rippling muscled arms, over to his big barrel chest that unfortunately was covered with a red and white cut off flannel shirt. You imagined yourself popping open each button until his full form was revealed in front of you. You looked down his legs and stared at the button of his jean. You bite your lip as you imagine popping it open, sliding them down, and setting free his cock. You rub your legs together imagining what it would feel like pushing into you making you cry out for more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a throat clear. You snap eyes over and realize it is Carol’s voice. Carol and Andrea stand there grinning to themselves.

“Why don’t you go on over and say hello? You know you want to.” Carol nodded her knowing eyes your way.

“What about laundry duty?” You ask.

“We got it. You go. Have fun.” Andrea winks at you.

Your face turns a little read and you smile sheepishly for a moment, before taking a deep breath of confidence, turning your heels and walking quickly across the camp. You made a beeline for Daryl and Merle’s setup which was all the way across the camp and way to the back, a few yards away from everyone else. They had two tents set up side by side, with their own fire pit in front of it and an old broken down car to block potential random walkers who could come out of the woods behind the camp.

You dig your heels harder into the dirt as you walk toward him. You smile when you see him hard at work chopping wood, sweat glistening on his skin, radiating him in the bright sunlight. Merle was drinking a beer watching his brother work away, not even offering to help. You scoffed at Merle, you really didn’t like him. He was always so rude and always trying to hit on Andrea when she clearly hated him. He was one of those men you knew all too well back in the real world. Seems that those were the only kind of men who survived now, but not Daryl; Daryl was different.

You watch as Daryl’s toned arms lifted over his head, as he squared his feet, wiggling his hips a little, before slamming the blade down into the wood below. The wood split swiftly in two and dropped to the ground on either side of the big wooden stump. He breathed heavily as he reached down, grabbed another log, and repeated his actions. He grabbed another log and was about to raise his arms in the air to swing again, when he noticed you approaching their camp.

His harsh eyes looked up your body, slower than usual, making them to yours and piercing into your soul, “What is it, sunshine?” He asked with attitude.

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Kallura headcanon

Keith is training and Allura watches him. Suddenly he runs a hand through his sweaty hair and looks at her. She blushes and he asks her if she’s sick. Shaking her head she runs out of the training room, face red and wondering why her heart is beating so fast.

anonymous asked:

AU where Jaune and Weiss are lab partners in chemistry for some reason.

He’s not good at chemistry and something explodes. 

So from now on he’s strictly instructed not to do anything she doesn’t tell him to do. He’s degraded to be her assistant. He asks her out for coffee to make up for it. So they have coffee after every chemistry lesson. 

It takes her three months to agree to go on a date with him. 

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favourite rory & logan moments: 22/?

rewatched part of sdc today with a friend and doodled some highschool boys

“Sankta.”

Inej woke with a start. Kaz shifted in his sleep and murmured the word again. She stared at him. The sound of it sounded alien - a holy term on a sinner’s lips. 

For a brief moment, Inej wondered if he was asking guidance from one of her own saints. The thought was so preposterous she rejected it immediately; Kaz never begged forgiveness for anything he did. If anything, it was the rest of Ketterdam that constantly went on its knees to grovel at Kaz’s feet.

She was about to fall asleep again when Kaz spoke once more. 

“Sankta,” He whispered like he was praying. “Sankta Inej.”

I Was Wondering - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader 

Request: I would like to request an imagine where y/n is Tony’s best friend there very close but Jeff has a crush on y/n so one day in gym class Jeff talks to tony about y/n when y/n talks to Clay cause there good friends too . So tony gives good wording about Jeff then he leaves them alone in a group in gym class they bond and he walks her home spending time in his house and while they were talking somehow they ended up cuddling and he asks her out.

WARNINGS: Fluff


“You look ridiculous in those shorts”

“Shut up Tony, your smaller than me so you have no say so in my gym clothes.”

He puts his hands over his heart and fake cries “Ouch y/n, way to burst a mans ego”

I playfully push him as we walk into the gym. There are a few guys playing basketball and volleyball, girls walking around the gym talking, some girls practicing their cheer routine, and other people just sitting on the bleachers. That’s what me and Tony do until gym class start in 10 minutes. 

“You’re still driving me home right?”

“Yeah, cause after I have to take it to the shop and it’s right by you.”

I roll my eyes, “You and that damn mustang” I laugh.

“You can never take a car to serious miss.”

“Yeah whatever auto boy”

“Don’t ever say that again please”

We both laugh and start talking about the game next week. As we are talking, Tony’s friend Jeff comes and sit down next to us.I don’t know much about him, but I know he’s close to Clay and Tony. I know he’s surprisingly not an ass like the other jocks. 

“Hey what’s up Tony”. They do their ‘boy’ handshake and then he glances at me and smiles.

“Hey y/n” I looked at him surprised. I didn’t even know he knew me. We aren’t what you call, in the same ‘popularity range’ not that he seemed to care. As I looked at him I never realized how cute he was up close. That sounded kind of creepy.

“Hey Jeff” I smile.

“What are you guys up to?”

“Nothing we were just talking about the game next Friday”

“Oh, well thanks to Clay I can play” he smiles at me. I look away, not wanting him to see me obviously blushing at his look.

As soon as he said that, we heard a thud on the gym floor. We look and see Clay laying on the floor holding his head. Of course, leave it to Clay to get hit with a ball. 

“Oh Jensen” I whisper. “I’ll be right back guys, I need to give Clay tips on catching the ball with his hands and not his head.”

As I bounce down the bleachers, I here the guys laughing at my statement. I jog to Clay and help him up.

“I fucking hate gym” he whispers.

“I’m sure gym hates you too” I laugh.

“It’s that obvious huh?”

“Very much so” I laugh.

“What are you guys talking about up there?”

I look back up to the bleachers and see Jeff quickly snap his head back towards Tony as they continue their conversation. He was looking at me. I smile to myself.

“Hello,earth to y/l/n”

“Sorry, just school stuff, come up and sit with us unless you want these balls to keep kicking your ass.”

He rolls his eyes, but starts walking towards the bleacher, knowing I’m right. When we get there Jeff is red and Tony is just staring at me. We all start talking and laughing. Jeff is in the middle of talking to Clay about his sad love life when Tony turns to me.

“Hey y/n um.. I’m not gonna be able to drive you home today.”

“What the hell Tony why? you know I don’t like walking alone”

“Well because, my buddy Jeff is gonna walk you home.”

When he said that, I saw Jeff staring at me, looking somewhat anxious for my reaction. I choose to react coolly although my girly insides were screaming. 

“Oh.”

“Oh come on y/n/n I honestly think Jeff is pretty good company. You’ll like him.”

I know there was more meaning behind what he said but I didn’t say anything. I look towards Jeff and a still oblivious Clay still rambling about Hannah and smile.

“Okay, yeah why not.”


Me and Jeff walk together in silence side by side while my hands are on my book bag and his in his front pocket. It’s so silent it’s almost laughable. I decide to break the silence, but so did he.

“So-”

“So-”

We laugh and he looks down at me.

“Sorry you first.” With his eyes still on me I continue.

“So did Tony really blow me off, or was it his lame excuse to get us to walk together?” 

“I’m the guilty one. I wanted to get to know you and wanted us to be alone.”

I look away to hide my goofy smile and pull my hair behind my ear. I start to smell that dampy air and know rain is about to come. 

“Well that’s honest of you.”

“Why thank you miss.”

He brings up the dance and ask if I was going with anyone. When I was about to say no, it started pouring down out of nowhere. 

“Shit, its coming down hard!”

I use my sweater to cover my hair, but I can already feel myself getting soaked and my house is still about 6 blocks away. 

“My house is right around the corner if you want to wait for it to settle down!” he yells over the rain. I think about it and its better than getting even more soaked. 

“Ye-yeah okay!”

We jog to his house, and I sigh in relieve when we enter the warm house. 

“My parents aren’t home if that’s okay.” 

“Yeah that’s fine.” I stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He noticed and spoke up.

“Um if you want, we can chill in the living room and watch tv until we dry off so I can continue walking you home.”

“Yeah sure.” I smile. We sit on the couch and Jeff gets a blanket for us to share and to warm up. He turns on Family Guy and we start laughing immediately. I didn’t even realize how close together we became after the second episode. I was leaning into his shoulder with his arm around me and our legs were tangled together on his coffee table. I didn’t know if he realized but I know one thing. I hope we stay like this. I snuggle closer into him and he looks at me.

“Y/n”

“Yeah”

“I have been wanting to ask you something” he seemed anxious again.

“So ask me.”

“Will you go out with me?”

I don’t even have to think to know my answer.

“Yes” I smile and Jeff breathes out the breath he was holding in and smiles with me.

“Thank god” and he pushes me in closer and smashes his lips on mine.

Just date - Jeff Atkins x reader

Request:  Hi :) Can you do a Jeff imagine where the reader is Bestfriends with Clay and Jeff notices that and is jealous at first but then asks clay for advice on how to ask her out and he’s super nervous and scared. Can you make it really fluffy :) :)

He was not jealous. Really. He wasn’t thinking about break Clay’s neck. He was just a little… Fine, he was jealous. He just couldn’t help it. 

He and Clay were at the library, stuying for his history class, it was going well until she showed up with her funny glasses and her stupid perfect smile. She just smiled at him and then started to talk with Clay about some kind of nerd movie. She was so excited, her eyes had that cute sparkle and her voice was so sweet. And then she put his hand in Clay’s shoulders.

Fuck, that feeling in his stomach wasn’t going away. And he was sure he was looking so stupid right now. She talked a little more and then left saying a gentle “Goodbye” to him.

“Jeff?” Clay asked “Are you okey?” Yep. He was still looking at the door. 

“Are you two dating?” The words left his mouth before he had the time to think about it. Clay started to laugh. He asked again “Did I said something funny?”

“Yeah. Me and Y/N… that’s funny. She’s my best friend, since we were kids. I thought you knew” Well, that’s good. So good. The relief should have showed up in his face because Clay looked at him with a smile.

“What?”

“You like her?” Clay asked. He ignored the question and pretended to look at his book. “C’mon, Jeff. Do you like Y/N?”

“Maybe” Clay raised his eyebrows “Fine. Yes, I like Y/N. Since I was ten, actually. But she’s out of my league” Clay started to laugh really loud “What?”

“Jeff, are you crazy? Oh my god. Y/N talks about you like you are some kind of god. She has the biggest crush on you” His heart started to beat faster. Oh god. Y/N Y/L/N had a crush on him.

“Jensen” he said “If you’re playing with me I swear…”

“Yeah, yeah. You are gonna kick my ass” Clay responded “You have to ask her out, so I can stop listen about your pretty eyes”

“She says I have pretty eyes?” He couldn’t help but smile.

“The prettiest in the whole damn world” Clay said, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s go back to work”

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He was walking in the hallway when he noticed her, talking with Hannah Baker. Y/N was laughing with her. Damn, she looked perfect.

Fine, Clay said she was good in Chemistry he just had to ask her for help and then they will start to talk and eventually the will end up dating. Yup. That was the plan. Easy.

Hell, no. That wasn’t easy, he started to walk to them, with his heart going crazy. He was there, standing right next to them, without talking. He just froze.

“Hey, Jeff” Hannah was the first one who noticed. Y/N turned around, confused. She smiled at him.

“Hey, girls” he started. “Hannah, can I burrow your friend for a minute?” Hannah looked at him and then at Y/N.

“Sure” she smiled, walking away.

“How can I help you, Jeff?” Y/N asked, confused. Well, Jeff. It’s your time, he thought.

“Clay said you are good in chemistry and I was wondering if you, mhm, if you can, you know, help me?” Damn, his hands were shacking. 

“Sure” she said gently. “No problem, when do you want to start?” He was screaming inside but trying to keep it cool. 

“Are you free today?” she nodded. “Well, today after school? At Monet’s? I’m tired of the library”

“Yeah, me too. Monet’s then” the bell rang “I have to go, Jeff, but I’ll see you there” she smiled, starting to walk.

“Yeah, fine. It’s a date!” he was not suppose to said that “I mean, a study-date” she laughed in the middle of the hallway.

“Just date is fine for me” and then she entered to her class. 

They had a “just date”.

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Let me know if you liked it! English its not my first language so i hope its good

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work for it | reggie mantle (riverdale)

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request: can i ask for a reggie x reader where he tries to ask her out but plays hard to get? thanks! :)

it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.

you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.

tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours. 

we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.

“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.

“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.

you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.

“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.

it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.

he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.

you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.

its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.

he had everybody fooled, except you.

“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”

he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt

“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”

you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table

“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.

“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy

he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.

you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.

“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.

“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave

“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.

“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.

she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”

she ignores you staring off behind you

“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.

you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”

“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet

“what now?” she snaps

you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”

her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends 

you laugh clapping your hands together

“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”

your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me” 

“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.

“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”

she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”

“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle

she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.

you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.

you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him

“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.

he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.

he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.

arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”

you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.

“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest

“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend

“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”

your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said

a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.

“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”

archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”

you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain

“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.

she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells

you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers

“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.

“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.

a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens

“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh

he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.

“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously

you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”

his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams

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Dating Taehyung (V) includes
  • he’s such a child omfg i love him 
  • he’d be so confused regarding his feelings towards you 
  • end up confiding in jimin about the girl he makes an extra effort to make laugh and be around 
  • “I think you like her, V" 
  • “should i ask her out?“ 
  • “definitely" 
  • and when he does its just the purest thing y'all i c an t 
  • taehyung is romantic af dont lie 
  • he’ll get you a flower when confessing
  • and you’d wouldn’t be able to stop smiling cause hes just so sw E E T
  • speaking of smiles 
  • box smiles for d a y s
  • you’d do what ever you could to make him smile cause it just makes you weak asf 
  • along with his puppy eyes you’re just completely under his spell
  • and he knows this 
  • “hey Y/N can we get this, please”
  • “no, thats expensive”
  • *insert puppy eyes and box smile* 
  • please?
  • “urgh fine" 
  • speaking of expensive 
  • G U C C I 
  • gucci everything hoe 
  • he’d buy you gucci toothpaste if he could 
  • he’s so into skinship 
  • he’ll hold your hand in public
  • and kiss you 
  • but only on the cheek
  • cause lips kisses are reserved specially for your alone time 
  • V doesnt strike me as the jealous type 
  • but if he’s feeling insecure about a guy he’ll straight up ask you about it 
  • no beating around the bush 
  • Tae is not one for getting angry 
  • but when he does
  •  ooohhh boi is it hot asf
  •  his voice drops like 3 octaves 
  • you once got into an argument with him and his voice dro P P ED and you just had to take a fucking moment cause 
  • d a m n 
  • I feel like he can switch from big spoon to little spoon
  • but mostly big spoon 
  • DATES WITH V ARE CUTE ASF 
  • dates to places like the park
  • or the zoo 
  • y'all dont even have to go out 
  • building forts out of pillows and duvets on a quiet sunday when it’s drizzling outside 
  • Tae will always buy you cute jewellery if he sees it 
  • you have like 4 necklaces, 6 rings and like 184738 bracelets 
  • you make V weak asf when you’re in his clothes
  •  you once wore a hoodie that was even big on him
  •  he saw you and could not stop smiling and laughing to himself
  •  "wow my honey is so cute”
  • he’s rapping like all the time
  • he’ll do it subconciously while washing dishes or something
  • he’ll rap about anything tbh
  • when will he feature on cypher im waiting
  •  HE LOVES KIDS LIKE HE LOVES OXYGEN OKAY
  •  he wants like 5 kids
  •  and maybe 10 dogs aswell idk
  •  hella family oriented
  •  pIGGYBACK RIDES
  •  lots and lots of backhugs 
  • he rests his chin either on your head or shoulder when he hugs you from behind 
  • LMAO you cant rest your chin on either cause mans tall asf
  • so you just end up with your arms wrapped around him and your face buried in his back
  • inside jokes for d a y s that leave you guys a giggling mess
  • lowkey annoys the other members when you suddenly burst out laughing about something
  • probably salty that they don’t have a significant other to have inside jokes with lmao 
  • i heard someone sAY TICKLE FIGHTS
  • always end up with you pinned on the floor a laughing mess cause V is way stronger than you and you’re ticklish everywhere
  • his hands just tickling you on your neck and stomach 
  • he blows raspberrys on your stomach cause it makes you laugh even harder
  • sometimes they can lead into small kisses leading up slowly to your neck then eventually your mouth
  • slow and long kisses leave you all soft and loved
  • but sometimes depending on his mood his kisses are fast and teasing asf
  • leaving you begging him for more
  • and then there are his o t h e r type of kisses that leave your lips a swollen and bruised mess 
  • those kisses always end up travelling down your neck, leaving hickeys behind
  • lowkey your favourite type of kiss tho
  • right y'all 
  • time for s I N
  • we all know tae doesnt even bother keeping his tongue in his mouth on a normal basis 
  • so when times like this come his WILL use it
  • and use it extremely well
  • sometimes he doesn’t have to get his dick involved to make you come 
  • V’s into foreplay pass it on 
  • dont get V twisted
  • he can be rough as hell if he wants to be
  • and that deep voice of his
  • whispering impure thoughts and desires
  • him calling you baby with that deep voice of his 
  • “come on baby, grind for me”
  • okay wO W 
  • moving on 
  • afterwards he’ll cuddle you so tight and tell you how much he loves you, his beautiful hands playing with your hair
  • hands down a relationship with V will make you feel like a child again
  • so youthful
  • so hopeful

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Ghost // Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead’s been neglecting his girlfriend in favour of the case leaving no time to see each other. It slowly gets worse until things escalate into a fight when you came home late when he’s been waiting to apologize.

Characters: Reader x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge (mentioned).

Words: 2888

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. In this, like every other Riverdale fic I do, Jughead is NOT asexual in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, neglect, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Finals are finally over and I’m free to write again!

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It was a tough week to say the least with your boyfriend Jughead completely skipping the study dates you set. He had asked you out not even a full month ago in a sweet but very Jughead way that you appreciated dearly. Your teacher had put you together for a project that you were steadily doing the project solo and it was a lot of work to do.

You couldn’t believe how you barely saw him anymore with his obsession over the murder of Jason Blossom and he was spending it with Betty Cooper. That made you a little uncomfortable given she was a basket case and obviously mentally unbalanced from the Chuck Clayton incident. Jughead and Betty had gotten together earlier in the year for a month tops before it become glaringly problematic on how different they were. It was insane how little you saw each other when he lived with you. You were emancipated from your parents a year and a half ago and now you could see how it wasn’t that smart to start a relationship with someone you live with. He just didn’t care about you like you cared for him.

To: Jughead👑
From: Y/N
~When are you coming be here?~

To: Y/N
From: Jughead👑
~Can’t make it sorry, info about Jason came up~

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naynay515  asked:

"Why would you ever think that I would hate you?" Marinette asked the boy sitting on her balcony, with a hurt expression.

“Why would you ever think that I would hate you?” Marinette asked the boy sitting on her balcony, with a hurt expression.
“Because I figured out who you are,” Chat Noir answered softly, “I didn’t mean to, but-”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you’re Ladybug, and…” He took a deep breath and released his transformation. “I turned you down, because I was in love with…well, you.”
Marinette’s breath caught in her throat, and she stared at him for a long moment before she managed to speak. “A-Adrien?”
“And, I don’t just love you because you’re Ladybug. You’re one of my best friends, and you’re amazing, but I already promised to love Ladybug, so the fact that you’re Ladybug just makes me so, so lucky, because I don’t have to choose. I get my partner and my best friend and my crush all in one.” He smiled, a tentative hope in his eyes. “So…do you still want to get dinner sometime?”

Onsra | Part IV

(v.) – to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

Read: Part 1 | Part II | Part III | Part IV 

Words: 12K

Genre: Demon au (no smut yet lul… not really anyways…)

A/N: Enjoy~! Longest chapter yet, I think :)

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Even better… come fuck me then.”

A shudder erupted through your body and you swore your eyes were going to pop out of your skull and your jaw would be slack permanently. Did he seriously just suggest to fuck him?

“I’ll take good care of you, Y/N.” You were in a complete daze, still in shock that he had so straight forwardly suggested you to fuck him.

You couldn’t process it with Jungkook so close to you. You could feel his hot breath on your face as he whispers quietly in your ear. Your knees were going to buckle any moment and your body felt like it was on fire.

“God I can just imagine what it would be like to touch that body of yours. Y/N, I’d treat you right and treasure every part of you. I’ll make you feel so good. Plus… I’ve always wanted to try it in a classroom…” He snickered.

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Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: The Divide Series

Here is a link to the song, if you’d like to listen along to help set the mood. x



It wasn’t often that Harry got to spend more than a week or two back at home, so whenever he did, he cherished the time deeply.

He’d been in Holmes Chapel for a week now, spending time with his family and catching up with the few old friends that he’s still in contact with. It was where he would go whenever he needed to wind down, or when he needed to ground himself from all the fame and attention. He’d been receiving a lot of it lately, with all of the lead-up to the release of his first single. And he knew that after the song was released everything would be crazy for a little bit, so he decided to get in as much home time as he could.

That afternoon, Anne had sent him to the grocery store to grab a few things for dinner—he was walking through the wine section, carrying a basket filled with different cheeses and a carton of eggs. It was a small locally sourced store that had been in business ever since Harry could remember—when he was a little boy, he would always come here and buy a chocolate bar on Friday’s after school. Everyone who worked there knew him, and greeted him cheerily.

The Beatles’s Here Comes the Sun was playing over the radio through the speakers, and he caught himself humming softly as his eyes scanned the wine rack. He was in no hurry—there was something about being back home that made it seem like time was frozen. He picked out a bottle of his mum’s favorite wine and set it in his basket—that’s when it happened.

He caught the familiar scent of Alien perfume.

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anonymous asked:

nr 6 and msr please! I love you!

Dear lovely anon, thank you so much! Here we go. Set in season 6.

‘On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair’

He’s been planning it for months.

Long months spent running after shadows, as always, trying to escape ex-girlfriends, not so common, and trying to find a way back to each other. He feels like maybe that’s their thing, after all.

The first it happens it’s messy and unplanned. Born out of pure relief; he’s alive, she’s alive and he’s in his time, with her, giving him The Look and she doesn’t believe a word he’s saying. His I love you is thrown away like the punch her alter-ego directed at his cheek; still burning when he woke up. Just like her ‘oh brother’ stings, just deeper, more profoundly.

So after that he plans. He doesn’t tell her when she asks him if he ever wants to get out of the car. He doesn’t want to and maybe that’s why he jokes, doesn’t say what’s really on his mind. I love you, he thinks, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing this with you. Driving on a deserted highway in the middle of nowhere, chasing answers to questions no one else even thinks about. The rhythmic roll of the tires screeches I love you with every inch traveled. The words never land on his tongue, though, and so he doesn’t tell her.

Mulder whispers I love you to her when she’s forced to share her hotel room and her bed with him in Kroner, Kansas. She’s fast asleep, her even breathing never once missing a beat. A perfect rhythm that he watches silently, guiltily if he’s honest because he knows she hates it, feels embarrassed by it. Watching her then he thinks of later, planning to tell her when the case is over. Look at me, Scully, I don’t want to be like Holman. I can’t make the weather for you, but I can tell you that I love you. He doesn’t, though.

Christmas comes and goes without a single I love you uttered. When Diana strolls into their life, her feelings ever present on her face and her tongue, his plans are crumpled up like a piece of paper, forgotten in his favorite pair of pants. He thinks it still, sometimes, when Scully looks at him, raises her eyebrows and questions his loyalty. I love you, he thinks, but can’t tell her because she wouldn’t believe him anyway. She walks away from him, their shared trust trampled under her heels as she leaves him standing there. He pushes his hands in his pockets, empty, like his mind.

He tells everyone but her that he loves her when they go undercover as a married couple. My wife, who I love. My wife, who I adore. She rolls her eyes, thinking he can’t see it or simply not giving a damn. He at least hopes it’s the first. One night, while on the couch in a strange house, playing a role he hates opposite the woman he loves more than anything else in the world, he decides that it’s time. As soon as this is over, he promises. He’ll tell her. He’ll tell her he loves her and she’ll believe him. He falls asleep before he can have any doubts; when does Scully ever believe the same thing he does?

Months pass and his plans get derailed again. Gun-shot wound to the abdomen and he loses his courage touching her hand, warm and steady. His gratitude of being able to touch her, to see her there is greater than his need to tell her. She wouldn’t believe him anyway, he thinks bitterly, as she tells him she’s fine and to please stop babying her. His courage leaves him again a million times over on a Monday that repeats itself again and again, like a bad, broken record. Like that outcome, maybe it’s just not meant to be.  

The day is perfect. He leaves a message on her answering machine; he knows she needs a reason for everything. A simple I want to spend time with you outside of work and government conspiracies is not going to cut it. A birthday present, either way too late or way too early, might put a smile on her face, lure her out. He can’t stop grinning when she shows up, humors him and lets him hold her. Her hair tickles him, her scent entices him as they stand close, molded together for no other reason than wanting to be. It’s the perfect day. The moment she makes contact, when her eyes watch the ball fly in amazement, just watching, marveling, is there. I love you, I love you, I love you. He wants to scream it into her ears, rather than say it, but instead he just grins against her skin, takes everything he can have. He doesn’t say I love you, again.

When it happens, finally, on an average Tuesday afternoon, they’re both tired and sticky. Having spent half the day in a rented car without air conditioning, Scully furiously trying to tame her hair and Mulder giving up on his dress shirt desperately and hotly clinging to his back, they decide to stop at a diner. Order me something cold, Mulder, Scully lets him know before she makes her way into the bathroom. He orders a coke and a diet coke with extra ice and waits for her at the car, unwilling to go back in just yet. He absent-mindedly plays with the straw, occasionally taking a sip, reveling in the sweet, cold taste he knows will make him sweat even worse. Then she starts walking towards him. Mulder lifts his head the moment he hears the cheap bell over the door ring. It’s Scully, all right. She’s opened another button on her blouse, still tasteful, still professional, and her face looks flushed, devoid of make-up. Her hair, previously having stuck to her neck, gently flaps against her cheeks now. Scully’s mouth opens as she walks towards him and he thinks she is going to say something. But he wants to say it first. He could tell her about the blazing color of her hair right now, how the late sunlight captures her color perfectly, transforming it into a gentle fire, burning him. Waxing poetry, though, that’s not what she needs. Or wants. 

“Scully, you look…” The words shoot out of his mouth and when she glances at him, her hand reaching for her diet coke, he knows this is the moment. He couldn’t have planned this. This is not how he wants to tell her, and yet this time, he does.

“I love you, Scully. I love you.” He repeats it as if saying it more than once will make her believe it this time. She, however, cups her drink, captures the straw and takes a sip. His heart beats, waits, beats again. Say it again, he thinks, tell her you mean it, his mind demands.

“I know, Mulder,” Scully tells him and her voice is as gentle as the breeze, as soft as the sunlight caught in her hair, “I love you, too. I was just waiting for you to say it again.”