how can he pull off purple

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
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“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
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Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

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That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

Dishwasher Safe - Four

A/N: as per previous post, writing style has changed slightly

“So are you just going to stand outside all night or are you actually going to come in?”

Y/N been waiting for him, almost playing what could be considered a cruel game with him. She’d had been right about her suspicions, and his apology earlier and the admission that he was intrigued had confirmed that. Spencer was hot for her, or at least for her body. And that worked for Y/N right now. The bedroom door had been left open on purpose and when she’d heard the little thump on the wall she was quite certain that all systems were go.

Caught red handed Spencer had no excuse,  no where to go. And he didn’t want to, they both knew that much. Y/N had changed when she’d gone to bed, wanting to feel sexy for Y her little solo - which she hoped wouldn’t be solo for long - play session. A black lace bralet covered her chest, her nipples hardened against the lace. Black French knickers, the centre of them soaked with her excitement. She loved the feeling of lace against her skin, the extra friction it provided could be magical. Y/N could see Spencer taking in her outfit, his eyes raking over her skin. He gulped loudly, retracting the hand from down his pants where it had stilled, the prominent bulge still there. He didn’t say anything though, he was too scared, too nervous, too fucking turned on.

“I’ll ask once more,” Y/N breathed. “Are you coming in or just going to stand outside all night?”

His eyes widened, his pupils dilated with lust but there was still no answer.

“Alright then. I’ll just leave the door open then, you can stand and watch.”

She started to walk away until a hand reached out and gripped around her wrist, stopping her. Even Spencer look suprised at his own actions, releasing his grip almost immediately. Y/N just grinned.

“So you can be forceful then, eh? I wonder what else you can be. Come on then…. ” she walked further into her room and waited for him to follow. “Close the door behind you please, Dr Reid.”

He did as Y/N asked and then stood by the door, still incredibly unsure of himself. She decided to take the lead, her voice soft and gentle.

“So I feel like we’ve been dancing around this since the dishwasher incident, right?”

He nodded, his cheeks flushed.

“Because if I read the change in your behaviour correctly, you started imagining things about me that you think you shouldn’t have. Am I wrong?”

He shook his head this time and she continued, walking closer to him again.

“Curiosity got the better of you so you went on a little treasure hunt to see what you could find. And you may have found more than you bargained for. Yes?”

He spoke this time, his voice shaking oh so slightly. “Yes.”

“But you’re intrigued. Which interests me greatly.” Y/N placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding ten to the dozen. “Earlier, when I pushed you to the bed and told you to sit. How did that make you feel?”

Reid gulped again, his mouth suddenly very dry.

“Answer me, Spencer.” Slightly less soft and gentle than before.

“I… I liked it.”

“Good. I like that you liked it,” she took him in, running her eyes over him from head to foot. He was nervous but she didn’t think he’d run away. Not now 

“I know that you have knowledge of how this sort of thing works, right?”

He nodded again.

“So choose a word Spencer.”

His mouth opened and then closed again and Y/N suddenly questioned whether he would go through with this or not. And then, “Lamp. My word is lamp.”

“Lamp. Okay. Mine is pigeon, just so you know.”

Y/N saw him mouth the word to himself and she smiled.

“Take off your clothes Spencer.”

He stood in frozen to the spot, as if he hadn’t heard. But she knew he had.

“Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Spencer.”

He heard it, the change in her voice. The command that been there earlier, the command he’d heard her use during interrogations and out in the field. And now she was using it for something else. And oh, how much it excited him.

“You stood outside my bedroom listening to me get myself off, and I’m stood here in front of you in my underwear. I feel it best we level the field here. So strip. Down to your boxers.”

She waited for a beat or two as he willed himself to move.

“Now Spencer. You’ve already done things you shouldn’t have done, like violate my privacy. Don’t give another reason to punish you.”

Punish him. Oh. Oh! Would he like that? This was all so new to him, something he’d never really considered. He quickly switched into gear, pulling his t-shirt over his head and pushing his pajamas pants down leaving him standing in his boxers. Y/N’s eyes moved to his groin and he knew he was still straining against the fabric.

“Very nice. Now Spencer, I have some questions for you. When you found George in the dishwasher, did you think about me using him on myself? And answer honestly, I’ll know if you lie.”

Of course she would. Working where they did would give her an extreme advantage with this.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

He was confused, what else was she expecting? Y/N rolled her eyes. "When I ask you a question, you answer Yes Miss or No Miss. Understood.“

"Yes.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Yes Miss.”

“Good boy. Next question. Did you go back to your bedroom and touch yourself whilst thinking about it?”

“No… No Miss.” He hadn’t. Although he’d wanted to, so fucking badly, he hadn’t allowed himself that luxury. Y/N scrutinised his face.

“Did you want to?”

He nodded, “Yes Miss.”

“And when you were stood outside my room, listening. You were touching yourself then.”

Not a question as such because she’d caught him. But he answered none the less,“Yes Miss.”

Y/N smirked, a smirk that Spencer knew if he saw again he would forever associate with this side of her. “Take off your boxers and kneel on the floor in front of the bed.”

He balked only slightly before following her instructions. She moved to the bed and sat down in front of him, leaning over and reaching into her drawer, pulling out the purple toy that had started this whole situation. He felt slightly self conscious now that he was fully nude and she was still in her underwear. Not that the lace actually covered much. Although apparently this was to be rectified. He watched as she slipped her fingers into the waist band of her panties, lifting her butt off the bed and slid them down her legs, kicking them to one side. When she then slowly spread her legs wide, Spencer thought he was going to die.

“Can you see how wet I am, Spencer?”

He could. Her bedside lamp had been left on and was illuminating her body perfectly. He could see her folds, slick with excitement.

“Yes Miss.”

“Did you know that when I fucking myself earlier I was thinking about you?”

Oh God. Oh fuck. His dick twitched and he so badly wanted to touch it.

“That was a question Spencer. You need to answer,” she ran her hands over her thighs, her eyes watching his.

“No Miss. I didn’t know that.”

“You have very nice hands Dr Reid. And a very nice mouth. I think they could be put to excellent use.”

He didn’t know what to say, he almost couldn’t believe his ears.

“As much as I want to feel your hands on me, there’s something else I’d like to see instead.”

He waited, his eyes following her hands and they roamed over her thighs, inching closer and closer to her center.

“I want to see your hand wrapped around your cock. I want to see you touching yourself Spencer. And I always get what I want.”

He didn’t doubt it.

“Touch yourself Spencer. Take your dick into your hands and stroke yourself like you were doing outside my bedroom door.”

Spencer couldn’t refuse, his dick was so sensitive right now he nearly whimpered when he wrapped his hand around it and started to pump up and down. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when Y/N pressed her fingers to her clit and began lazily rubbing herself.

“Are you enjoying that? Touching yourself whilst watching me?”

“Y-yes Miss,” he began to move his hand faster, the need for release becoming urgent. Y/N’s fingers dipped inside her opening and she let out of moan of her own. Retracting her hand, she held her fingers out in front of her, her slick coating them.

“Would you like to taste them?”

He suddenly wanted nothing more, nodding eagerly like a puppy being asked if he was ready for walkies.

“Too bad. Maybe if you hadn’t been a naughty boy earlier, creeping around my room, then you’d be allowed,” she moved her fingers to her own mouth, licking them clean as Spencer let out a loud grunt. He was nearly ready to come already.

“Stop.”

What now?

“Stop touching yourself Spencer.” Her voice was cold and demanding now and he reluctantly stopped, breathing heavily.

“Open your mouth.”

He did as he was instructed, a feeling of dread filling her as she reached for the dildo.

“I bet your lips would look so pretty wrapped around an actual cock. But for the now, this will do.”

She placed it to his mouth and he almost refused, knowing he could stop this at any time. But…. He was curious. He took the silicone toy into his mouth, trying to ignore the rubbery taste of it. Y/N held the base, pushing it in and pulling it out a few times.

“Get it nice and wet for me Spencer.”

Was this what it was like when girls gave blow jobs? The toy was filling his mouth, making it awkward for him to breathe. She finally pulled it out after a few moments and inspected it.

“That should do. You thought about me using this, yes?”

“Yes Miss.”

“So watch.”

Reid’s mouth gaped as she pushed it slowly and deliberately between her pussy lips, letting out a low groan as she did. Excitement surged through him and he could feel his dick leaking with pre come. God, he wanted to touch her so much. Y/N gripped the toy with one hand, her legs spread wide so that he could see everything, with her other hand she started to tease her clit. Spencer moved his hand back to his cock, needing desperately to touch himself.

“No. You don’t get to touch anything right now. Just watch.”

Ugh… He wanted to, he needed to. The sight of her fucking herself with that toy whilst pinching and teasing her clit was too much. But he kept still, trying not to surge forward and take over from her hand. Her groans grew louder and he could feel his cock pulsating with each moan that left her lips. Her eyes were kept locked on him the whole time.

“Are you…. Are you enjoying this Spencer?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Good, touch yourself again.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped himself rougher than he usually would, knowing that it would be all be over within a minute or two. Y/N’s movements on herself slowed down and he watched her pull the dildo nearly all of the way out before plunging it back in, a strangled cry leaving her throat. He was so closing to coming when she spoke again.

“Do you wish this was you?”

Oh fuck yes. “Yes Miss.”

“I thought so. Now stop.”

No. No no no. He didn’t want to and he didn’t. She froze in her movements and leant forward, pulling to toy out of herself.

“Stop what you are doing or else you’ll be instructed to lie on this bed whilst I strike you as punishment.”

Even though Spencer knew that if he didn’t want to happen it wouldn’t, he stopped.

“You can only come when I tell you that you can, understood.”

His head was pounding, blood surging through his veins.

“Understood?”

“Y-yes Miss.”

“Good, now open your mouth again.”

He did what he was told, his mouth watering when he saw the purple toy covered in her juices coming his way. She held it just centimetres away from his lips.

“Do you want this? Do you want to taste me?”

“Oh God yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes Miss, please Miss,"  three bags full Miss, he might as well have said.

She moved the toy closer and he breathed in the scent of her sex, his mouth opening wide to accept it.

"Suck it clean Spencer, and I’ll let you come whilst you’re doing it.”

Never before had Spencer wanted to suck something so badly. He wrapped his lips around the toy and used his tongue to lick it clean, her juices filling his mouth.

“Good boy. You can touch yourself now.”

She kept the toy in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing around it as he began to pump his own dick. One, two, and three thrusts later and he was a sticky mess, his fluid coating his hands.

Y/N pulled the toy from his mouth and tossed it to the bed, looking down at his hands with distain on her face.

“What a dirty, dirty man you are. Go and clean yourself up now. And then go back to your own room.”

Reid was mildly confused now, had he done badly? He scrambled around for his clothes, tugging his boxers back on and standing. He made it to her door when she called his name, her tone back to normal.

“You did well tonight Spence…. And when you find George in the dishwasher tomorrow, you really can’t complain this time.”

He guessed he really couldn’t.

anonymous asked:

Wow I love your description of the characters and how they look, I especially love crane's. But as a major fan of joker I really wish you could give me example of how he looks in your version? I'm sorry if this is asked before.

Who ever would have guessed that something so evil could dwell within someone so beautiful?


A lithe, pale, strong-featured man, looking down at you with his emerald eyes, smiling with his blood red lips. You would almost forget he was killing you, were he not crushing your larynx with his bare hands.

There’s also no one alive who can pull off the purple zoot suit like The Joker.

It’s all about the 40′s for Joker’s attire - high-waisted pants, crisp shirts, big jackets, and spats (that he swears he was wearing before Eddie was - should Eddie ever beat him to a function, however, Joker keeps some Black and White Oxfords in the car. One time they both wore spats to the same event, and Harvey asked if they were on the same, losing, team. Very embarrassing). The ties change, from the western (his usual go-to tie), to a bow, to the standard. Hell, one time he wore a bolo (just to piss off Slade).

He starts his day with his dark green hair slicked back, but never touches it again until the next morning. If the cowlicks come back, it’s how it was meant to be. If he falls down a flight of stairs, it’s stair hair for the day.

The only imperfection would be his nose, which has been broken several times, but always from the top down (Batman always strikes downward, flying out of the shadows like some sort of… bat). The breaking has added some length to the bridge, but Joker likes it - makes him look tough.


Yeah, my Joker is beautiful, but it really doesn’t matter - he’s still an absolute lunatic.
(I tend to picture the Anthony Misiano cosplay when I think of my Joker’s looks - now that is a pretty man.)

Impulse // Lee Donghyuck

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the prompt: I wanted to know if you could write something where the reader and donghyuck like to fangirl over BTS and other kpop groups together? They like to learn the choreography and stuff like that.

words: 835

category: best friend au + blurb

author note: how many times I have imagined donghyuck being my best friend? the answer is way too many. also, i imagine being friends with donghyuck is never boring.

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I'm the Only One

(your rec was good, they always are, but I couldn’t find exactly what I was looking for, so I wrote it. Enjoy Aeren!)

“Do you even understand how perfect you are in every way?” Dean asked as he gently tugged the socks off Sam’s long feet. He kissed the arch of Sam’s right foot, followed by his left as Sam giggled and squirmed. Dean slipped soft fingertips up inside the cuff of Sam’s jeans and stroked the inside of his ankle. “So smart, so funny, so beautiful.” Dean crooned to the inside of Sam’s slender ankles as his long arms reached up and tugged at the waist of the jeans to pull them down Sam’s long legs. Sam laughed breathlessly as he lifted his hips off the bed to make it easier for Dean to get his clothes off. “You’ve already got me, you don’t need to seduce me anymore.” He added and Dean stopped, a frown on his pretty face as he looked up and caught Sam’s eye. “You’re wrong, so wrong. How can someone so perfect be so wrong? I always need to seduce you. You don’t know, do you?” Dean asked, pausing to dip his head down and press kisses into the muscular, hairy calves now exposed to him. “You don’t know how amazing you are Sammy. How much I worship you. So I have to tell you. I have to show you.” He looked back up just in time to see Sam avert his eyes and for the apples of his cheeks to turn the slightest pink. “You’ll know by the time I’m done.” Dean promised and bent his head back to his task, worshipping those mile-long legs. The pale skin and dark hair looked so amazing to him, and he tickled the pit behind Sam’s knobbly, colt knees to see him kick and giggle. “These long legs. They make you stand out in in crowd. They look so good in jeans, or your fed suit or in nothing at all, but they really look best in the air.” Dean smirked and kissed above the knee as he dug his fingers into the tough muscle of Sam’s thighs. Sam groaned and went limp, melting into the bed and Dean pulled himself closer and massaged those thick thighs.“So strong and they make you go so fast. I only run so fast because I have to keep up with you. BUt the view from behind….” Dean trailed off as he slipped his fingers up the backside of Sam’s boxers and rubbed his rough fingertips over the soft skin at the crease of butt and thigh. “Dean, I promise, that’s enough.” The words were breathless and anyone with eyes could see the monsted cock tenting the front of Sam’s boxers, but Dean would not be deterred. He shifted his body to one side of Sam’s and lay down next to him on the bed, skipping over the boxers and jumping right up to Sam’s face. Dean cupped SAm’s face between his hands. “Do you know how precious your face is to me. So expressive, little brother. So gorgeous. YOu could stop traffic. You could get me going with the lift of an eyebrow or the flash of a dimple. Your pretty eyes and your nose and perfect perfect pink lips.” He paused to press a kiss to those perfect lips. “And it’ll be enough when you’re beyond words. When you can’t speak. That’s when it’s enough.” He added in a whisper like a secret. “Your brain , though, baby boy. Your brilliant, brilliant mind. You’ve come up with so many solutions to problems. You’ve saved us over and over and over again. You’re brilliant and it makes you shine.” Dean tilted Sam’s head so that he could press a kiss into the hair at the top of SAm’s head. “This long neck. It’s drives me crazy Sammy. The way it shines with sweat. The way it turns red when you exert yourself. I want to have my mouth on it all the time.” He licked up the side of Sam’s neck, ending at the corner of Sam’s perfect, stubbled jaw. “Your shoulders, man, you could be a model. So big, so strong. Everyone who sees you thinks about it. These big arms and shoulders lifting them up and holding them in the air or…my personal favorite… up against a wall. Love it when you get all Alpha on me, little brother. My BIG little brother.” Dean trailed a line of kisses from elbow, up Sam’s bicep, across his collarbone and then down the other bicep to his elbow. “And you hands. They might be my favorite part of you. Show the whole world what they’re missing out on. Those long fingers; they can be so delicate and yet they’re so strong. And they’re so good and fingering me open. You find all the right spots every time.” Dean sucked Sam’s middle finger into his mouth and pulled it back out, repeating the action with his index finger and back again until both were shining with saliva. Sam was panting, his stomach heaving with each breath and his neck shining with sweat. “Please Dee. I get it, I get it.” He whined as Dean nipped the end of his fingertips. “Nah, you can still talk Sammy. And I’m just getting to the best part: your chest. Fuck, look at this chiseled from marble chest. Jesus, you could fit right in at a museum with all the classics. But, if you were on display I couldn’t do this.” Dean opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth into the muscle of Sam’s pec above his nipple, causing Sam to arch his back and breathe out a harsh, turned-on breath. Dean sucked the skin into his mouth and let his teeth dig into the muscle until he almost broke the skin, then he released it and pulled back, admiring his mark on the perfect skin. “Love marking you as mine. Love having my teeth marks and finger bruises in your perfect skin.” Dean breathed over the giant, quickly purpling bruise, then snaked his tongue out over the peaked, tan nipple below it causing a squeak and a breathed “fuck” from Sam. “Still talking, I’m not doing a good enough job.” He repeated the bite on the other side then pinched both SAm’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making sure they were as peaked as could be and nice and red with attention. He skimmed down Sam’s stomach. “Baby. Baby. this fucking stomach. It makes me stupid. Look at these hipbones, perfect handholds. Look at these angled obliques pointing me right in the direction I want to go. And Jesus. This line of hair leading down from your belly button right into your boxers.” Dean turned his head to the side and licked the hair in question, groaning like it tasted like a gourmet meal. “You make me crazy baby. I think you’re ready.” he curled his fingers into the waist of Sam’s boxers and wiggled them down over his giant cock, pulled them down his mile-long legs and tossed them off the end of the bed. “It people only knew” he whispered reverently as his lips closed, soft and wet, around the purpled head of Sam’s uncut cock. He wrapped a hand around the big shaft and pulled the foreskin back even more, the wet sound it made making both of them throb. He lipped at the head, loving the smell and the taste and the way that Sam whined and twisted and whimpered under him. No matter how many times he’d tried over the years, Sam’s massive cock is something that Dean can only take one way; it makes him choke and gag even only half-way in and that was not the kind of worship Sam needed. Dean shoved himself off the bed, tossing a bottle of his favorite lube towards Sam on the bed. “Can you help me baby?” He asked, tearing his clothes off and tossing them all over the room. He watched, his whole body thrumming with arousal, as Sam squirted a generous amount of lube into his big palm and wrapped it around his cock, coating it with lube. Dean rushed to pull off the rest of his clothes and kneed back up onto the bed, grabbing the lube for himself and giving himself the bare minimum of prep and stretch. “I like the burn of your big cock baby. I like to feel it push me open. I like to feel you inside me, oh fuck.” Dean threw a leg over Sam’s prone body and straddled his hips, grabbing the lubed up cock and pressed the head to his hole. He rocked backwards, his own dick bouncing in front of him, as he took Sam to the root with one long groan. “That’s it” Dean breathed out as he wiggled his hips to get settled. “Love you baby boy. Now, use those hips and those core muscles that I worship so much and make me lose my mind.” He grinned down at Sam as his hands came up to grip Dean’s hips hard enough to bruise and his own hips began to roll and buck beneath Dean. With all that seduction and build up, it wasn’t long before both were covered in sweat and nearing orgasm. Dean began to swivel his hips opposite to Sam’s thrusts making Sam’s thrusts go impossibly faster as the ned beneath them shook and squeaked loudly. “C’mon baby, gimme. Fill me up” Dean grunted as he began to strip his cock, aiming for the two matched bite marks across Sam’s pecs. Sam’s hips stuttered and his muscles locked as his face twisted with pleasure and Dean could feel his thick cock pulse and empty inside him. Dean lifted his ass off Sam’s softening cock and rolled off to the side to breathe and begin to regain his head. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” Sam trailed off, his voice weak, “you really don’t have to do that everytime someone makes me feel low.” Dean rolled onto his side, squishing Sam’s arm beneath his sticky side in the process. “Yes, I do, Sammy.”

Originally posted by nerd-watching

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you pls write something where jughead tries to help betty with her selfharm tendencies. Thank you

I’ll give it a go!
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He could see her fidgeting, see her fingers twitching and stretching, she was trying, that was important, she was trying not to hurt herself and that mattered.

Things were still tense between the pair, the kiss they shared at Pop Tate’s was one of understanding, resignation. It didn’t change the fact that they were both insecure, it also didn’t change the harsh words Jughead had hurled at Betty, he knew that and it hurt. He wanted to take them back, wanted to tell her he didn’t mean it, but maybe he did, maybe he was just saying what he felt. Nonetheless, the way Betty shied away from him now? The way her eyes seemed a little sadder? Yeah, that was like a knife to the heart.

The one thing that didn’t change was how much he cared for the Blonde beauty, she was one of the most important things in his life and he watched as Cheryl Blossom mentioned how heavy Betty’s tray was and how even Polly didn’t eat that much, and she was eating for three.
Cheryl was cruel and mean and a bully, people let her get away with it because she was so popular, so rich, but Jughead wasn’t about to let Her treat his girlfriend like that, especially not when he noticed Betty’s nails digging deeper into her palms as she stayed quiet.

“Mind your own business Cheryl, no one needs to hear your obnoxious opinions, you’re nothing but an overrated drama queen. You’re jealous of Betty and you take it out on her. Newsflash Cheryl? You’ll never be half the woman Betty is, go bother someone else, you’re boring us with your droll behavior.” With that Jughead slung an arm around Betty’s shoulder and gently nudged her tray closer to her, using his free hand to cover her hands with his.

Betty looked up at him and smiled softly, helplessly stretching her hands that were now bleeding. Taking the edge of his flannel, Jughead gently wiped her palms clean before interlacing their fingers and tugging her closer. Cheryl practically growled as she shouted something at Jughead, he couldn’t tell you what she said if his life depended on it, he was too busy staring at the shiny green orbs that were utterly Betty Cooper.

As Cheryl slammed her hands on the table and marched off, Betty whispered to Jughead

“Thanks Juggie, you didn’t have to do that, I was okay.”

Jughead raised a brow and squeezed her fingers, putting their joined hands on the table.

Betty sighed softly

“I don’t know.. I just.. I can’t help it. I try ya know? I do everything I can to stop it, but I just.. I have too, I have to keep it in. I have to control it, it’s the easiest way.”

Jughead gently lifted her chin and stared into her watery eyes, placing a soft kiss to her perfect lips

“How about this?” Jughead reached into Betty’s bag where she kept her first aid kit
“I’m always prepared Juggie” she had said when he asked why she brought this to school.

Pulling out the tiny pair of surgical scissors, he quickly cut off a piece at the bottom of his flannel. Satisfied with the size he handed the black and purple piece of fabric to her. She stared down at it confused as he smiled at her.

“Jughead? Why did you just cut your shirt and give it to me?” She asked with a giggle, her lips tipping upwards.

Jughead pressed the piece of fabric into her palms. “Keep It with you, when you don’t have me to hold your hand, put the flannel in your palms, it’s not much but atleast it will stop you from breaking the skin.” He shrugged, he knew it was silly and was fully expecting Betty to break out in laughter.

What he wasn’t expecting was for the attack that came on his lips, Betty threw her arms around Jugheads neck and kissed him so passionately, he genuinely felt dizzy when she pulled away. With watery eyes she smiled at him, her voice slightly hoarse

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me Jughead. Thank you. Thank you so much.” She wrapped her Arms around him again and he settled his hands on her waist, pulling her as close as possible, he had missed her more than he thought.

There quiet bubble was quickly popped as Kevin, Archie and Veronica all joined the table.

“Oh thank god.” Veronica said dramatically gesturing to the couple currently embracing “we’ve been waiting for Bughead to settle their differences, what a relief.”

Kevin nodded
“Yeah, took you guys long enough.”

Archie just rolled his eyes, digging into his pizza.

Betty and jughead looked at each other and smiled, they were gonna be okay. They were bughead after all, they could get through anything.

Just Friends - part 4

Jared lies in his bunk, his body rocking softly to the bumps on the road.  He tries to sleep but he can’t get her out of his head.  “I miss you baby.” He texts her quickly, not even noticing the time, and dropping the phone by his side.

 In his nearly comatose state Jared jumps when his phone buzzes next to him.  “So call me.”  He smiles and instantly dials her number, eager to hear her sweet voice.  “Hey.” She whispers and he swears he can hear her smile through the phone.  “I miss you so much.” She confesses, sighing on the other end.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Jared groans, turning to face the wall in an effort to muffle his voice.

She laughs in his ear. “Where are you?”

“The bus.” Jared whispers, asking her again why she isn’t sleeping.

“Where on the bus, silly?” she asks again.  “I went shopping today.”

“My bunk.” Jared answers, his mind wondering.  “What did you buy?” he whispers, remembering the sexy lingerie she purchased and wore for him the morning before he left town.

“I miss you so much baby.” She whispers, groaning into the phone.  “I wish you were here next to me.”

“I do too.” Jared whispers, sensing her need for him through the phone.  “I’d give anything to kiss your lips right now…and run my fingers down your spine, to make you squirm.”

“You’re making me squirm right now.” She giggles.  “Where is everyone else?”

“Sleeping.” Jared whispers, turning to open the curtain and see if he can hear anyone, before securing the curtain and flipping back towards the wall.  “Baby, I want you to do something for me.”

“What?” she asks, innocently.

“Take off my shirt.” Jared whispers into the phone.  He listens on the other end and imagines she’s taking off his old t-shirt that she stole months ago, when they were still just friends.

He can hear her moving around and when he’s regained her attention she giggles.  “Now what.”

“I thought I’d have to at least beg a little.” Jared laughs, amazed at how eager she is to please him.  “You’re such a little slut.”

“Shut up.” She laughs. “You love it.”

“Tell me, are you wearing those dark purple lace panties that I love so much?” Jared asks, reaching into his pillowcase and pulling them out, wondering how she’ll respond.

 “No.” She groans, running her fingertips down her stomach, imagining it’s him.  “I know you have them.”

 “Don’t you fucking touch yourself yet.” Jared demands, raising his voice a little, his dominant nature taking over.

“I can’t help it. I miss you so much.” She whines, circling her fingers on her hip, refusing to let him down.

“Look in your night stand.” Jared whispers.  “I left a gift for you there, for nights like this.”

“I hope you’re hiding in there?” she giggles, reaching over the bed and finding a box.  “You did not!  OMG, I can’t…we’ll save it for when you…”

“Turn it on.  Let me hear it.” Jared demands, smiling when he hears the slight humming sound through the phone.  “Good girl.  Now lie down and close your eyes.”

“Okay.” She whispers and Jared laughs to himself and the image of her running through his head. “Now, what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to pretend I’m there and…”

The curtain opens and Shannon is standing there laughing.  “Bro, tell me you’re not having phone sex?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Jared yells, rolling over and falling from his bunk.

“Who is it?” Shannon laughs hysterically, grabbing Jared’s phone from his hand.  Jared sits up from the floor of the bus, arranging his erection the best he can manage, a smug look on his face.

“Give me my fucking phone back Shan!”

Shannon looks up from the phone in disgust.  “Tell me you deleted it before you handed me the phone.”

“Nope.” Jared spits, forgetting that he has her number saved under “Mom” so prying eyes couldn’t figure out who he was really talking to.  His eyes dart back up at Shannon.  “Fuck!  No, not mom!!!  You fucking dick!!!!”

Shannon busts out laughing.  “Dude…what the fuck?  Are you so ashamed of this chick you won’t even tell me who it is?”

“No!” Jared spits. “It’s just…she…” Jared finds himself desperately wanting to tell his brother the truth, and struggles to keep his promise to her.  “She…you don’t have to know everything!”  Jared climbs back into his bunk and closes the curtain without a second thought, texting her a quick “good night” and changing the contact name.

The next several weeks aren’t much different.  Jared’s phone is clutched in his hand at all times.  The boys are sitting in an interview and Jared places his phone on the table in front of him when a text pops up of a photo of the tiny vibrator he left for her.  “Join us for a bubble bath later?”

The interviewer stops the interview to ask Jared if he needs to answer his phone.  Jared laughs it off until Shannon reaches for the phone.

“Who is Baby Cakes?” He laughs, looking at Jared.  “She wants to know if you’ll join her and her vibrator for a bubble bath later?”

Jared looks into the camera with a serious face.  “Yes. Later.  Wait for me.”

After the interview, Jared rushes to his hotel room and locks the door behind him, desperate to escape Shannon and his million questions, and calls her.

“Just in time.” She giggles and Jared can hear the water running in the background.

“I was in an interview when you texted me that shit!” he exclaims.

“I’m sorry baby. What did you…I mean…did anyone see?” she asks, frantically, turning the water off.

“Lucky for you, I changed your name in my phone so no one knew it was you.” Jared hisses.  “You owe me a fucking blow job for that.”

“Yes, sir.” She answers softly.  “Whatever you say.”

“Don’t do that! You can’t turn into a fucking submissive thinking you’ll get out of trouble,” Jared laughs.  “I know you’re not like that.  Don’t put those thoughts in my head.”

“You’re not mad at me are you?  I’ve been waiting all day to be able to talk to you.” She says seductively into the phone and Jared falls onto the bed.

“I’m not mad baby,” He sighs into the phone.  “You’re ruining me, you know?”

“I’m sorry.  You sound so stressed.” She whispers and he smiles, his thoughts taking him back to the night everything changed for them, hearing her sink into the tub.  “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I hate lying to my family,” Jared confesses, covering his face with a pillow and mumbling into the phone.  “I’m against this.  I need you to know that I’m on the verge of cracking but…” he smiles hearing the hum of the vibrator through the phone.  “Are you listening to me?”

“Yes, baby.” She mumbles.

“Do you have me on speaker.” Jared asks.

 “Ummm-hmmm.” She groans. “Talk to me.”

“You like your gift?” Jared mumbles, listening to the sound of the water and her breathing on the other end.  “God, you’re beautiful baby.”

She giggles on the other end of the phone. “You can’t see me.”

“I see you clearly, in my head.  I wish I was there with you.” Jared sighs. “I need to see you.  I need to touch you…kiss that tattoo on your spine…” Jared’s thoughts are interrupted by a knock on his door.  “Fuck! Baby, I gotta go.”

“Again…” she whines through the phone.  “I’m not waiting.”

Jared smiles at the thought of her sexual frustration and sighs.  “Tell me about it later.”  He hangs up and opens the door.

“Jesus, Shan. What do you want?” Jared sighs, turning to walk back to the bed, throwing himself onto it.

“Did I interrupt your bubble bath?” Shannon laughs.

“Yes!” Jared mumbles, his head buried in the pillow.  He quickly flips over. “Shan…you ever have something drive you completely insane yet make you so happy at the same time?”

Shannon sits on the couch across from his brother and smiles.  “No. Never…of course.  Is it her? Who is she?”

“I can’t tell you. She made me promise we’d be quiet about it.” Jared sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

“Is it the girl from the party?” Shannon asks inquisitively.

“What girl?” Jared mumbles.

“The blonde…I don’t remember her name.  You know, she was all over you when little miss ‘I haven’t had anything to drink’ carried you away for the rest of the night.  Jared smiles at the memory and shakes his head.

 “She wasn’t all over me,” Jared laughs.

“When?  How?  I mean, you two…not while…OMG…you bastard.” Shannon exclaims.  “Your friend was sleeping in your fucking bed…drugged! Where did you…”

Jared just pulls the pillow over his head, listening to his brother ramble on, closing his eyes. “I’m…I can’t even talk to you right now.”

The brothers spent the rest of the night talking tour details, filming and recording schedules and Shannon managed to only poke fun at Jared a couple dozen times more before they passed out.

Jared opens his eyes and sighs, the sound of his phone pulling him from his dream.  “Hello.” His groggy voice mumbles into the receiver.

“Good morning sunshine,” She giggles.

“What time is it?” Jared mumbles, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“It’ almost noon. I waited for nearly an hour for you to call me back last night but then I decided to…”

“Almost noon! Fuck!  I’m sorry baby I’ve got to go!” Jared exclaims.  “I’m so fucking late!  I fell asleep last night talking to Shan.  I’ll call you later, I promise.”

 *********

“Please, I just need…look, I have proof…I’m not some stranger.  I swear,” She pleads, rummaging through her phone for photos of her with Jared, pleading with the clerk at the front desk.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Shannon exclaims, running up behind her and lifting her from the ground.

“Surprise!” she laughs nervously, looking around for Jared.  “I missed you guys and ya’ll were kind of close so I decided to come.”

“Does my brother know yet?” Shannon smiles, putting her back on the ground and picking up her bags. “What’s your room number?  I’ll help you with your bags.”

“Ummm…the hotel was full so I don’t have one,” She mumbles, biting nervously on her fingernail. “Where’s um…Tomo and Jared?” 

“Vic just flew in so Tomo escaped with her and my brother probably snuck off to have phone sex with his girlfriend,” Shannon laughs.

 “What?  Who?” She asks, grabbing her smaller bag from Shannon as they walk towards the elevator.

Shannon shrugs his shoulders.  “I don’t know.  He’s being secretive.  He hasn’t told you either, I’m assuming.”  The elevator opens and they get on, she stands in the corner as she always does, looking up at the ceiling.  Shannon presses the number to his floor and turns to face her.  “Just breathe.”  Before the doors close they’re both startled by the sound of Jared’s voice.

“Shan!  Hold it!”  Jared makes it onto the elevator just before the doors close, his eyes fixed on his phone.

He’s so focused that he doesn’t even notice her standing in the corner of the elevator.

Her phone buzzes in the pocket of her jeans and she pulls it out to see a text from Jared.

“Get your ass naked and in the tub now!  Bring your gift.  I’ve got a million things I want to do to you.”

She manages to hold her composure, glancing up to see Shannon holding back from laughing at his oblivious brother.  

“Yes sir.” She types quickly responding before switching to Shannon’s number. “Shhhh…let’s see how long this takes.” Shannon glances at his message and over at her and winks.

Jared sighs in front of her, his fingers typing away at the keys.  “Again with the submissive talk.  I thought I told you to stop that!  Where’s my bad girl?  I really want to spank her.”

She smiles, glancing over to make sure Shannon isn’t paying attention to either of their phone screens.  “Right here baby.  Hurry before I…”

“I’m in the elevator right now. Don’t you dare!!!” Jared responds quickly, looking over his shoulder to see Shannon’s eyes buried in his phone. “I miss you so much I swear I can smell you.”

“Dude!  Are you fucking serious.  How has he not noticed you!” Shannon texts her, making her giggle and Jared turn around.

“No fucking…are you…you…OMG!” Jared exclaims, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her from the ground, pressing his lips to hers, immediately remembering his brother standing with them on the elevator.  In an effort to play it off, Jared kisses her repeatedly, all over her face, making her squeal.  “I’m so happy to see you.”

Jared takes her bag from her hand and practically pulls her towards his room.  “I can’t believe you’re here.  I can’t wait to ravage you.” He whispers in her ear, ignoring Shannon trailing right behind them.

“The hotel’s full so she couldn’t get a room.” Shannon chimes it, not looking up from his phone. “She can have my room and I’ll stay with you.”

She looks at Jared, who’s staring back at her, both of them amused that Shannon still hasn’t gotten a clue.  “That’s not necessary.  Her stuff’s already here.  She can have my bed.”  She squeezes Jared’s hand, looking back at Shannon, who’s still looking down at his phone.

The trio enter Jared’s room and place her bags in the bedroom.  She plops down on the bed and sighs.  “Ohhhh yeah.  This will do just fine.”  Jared crawls in the bed across from her and sighs, sneaking a tiny but passionate kiss before Shannon realizes he hasn’t followed him out.

“I swear you love him more than me.” Shannon teases, walking back into the bedroom, noticing the pair laughing quietly.  “How do you get him off his phone?”

“I’ve got boobs. It’s easy.” She laughs as Jared grabs her around her waist pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck.

“She smells nice too.” Jared mumbles trying desperately to hold her close as she pulls away.

“Tell me about this girl, Mr. Leto!” she asks, jumping off the bed to stand next to Shannon.  “Is she hot?  She’s not gonna steal you from me is she?”

“Fuck you both!” Jared mumbles pulling the pillow over his face.

“Welcome to my hell!” Shannon mumbles, wrapping his arm around his friend.  “If you two will excuse me, I met this little blonde beauty earlier and I’m going to get laid.”

Shannon nudges Jared’s leg, who mumbles from under the pillow “Wear protection!”

“I’m glad you’re here. Call me if you find out anything about his mystery girl,” Shannon insists, kissing her on the cheek.

She eagerly watches Shannon exit the room, her heart racing with every inch he takes towards the door.  As soon as the door closes Jared grabs her pulling her down on the bed with him. “Get your ass over here.” His hands are all over her, his eyes searching her features as if he’s trying to memorize everything he’s forgotten about her face.  “I can’t believe you’re here.”

She pushes his hands above his head, straddling him and kissing him madly. He intertwines his fingers with hers, squeezing her hands, desperate to touch her skin, nibbling at her bottom lip.  “You trying to dominate me baby girl?” Jared groans from beneath her. “You know I’m stronger than you, right.”

“Sorry, I got carried away.” She whispers, easing her grip on his hands, kissing his jaw line, down to his collar bone and pulling away to sit up.  “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything baby.” Jared whispers, sitting up, resting his hands on her thighs.

“Have you…um…been with anyone else since you left?” She asks, focusing on the knob of the nightstand, instead of looking at him.

Jared sighs, taking her head in his hands.  He runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her cheek before running his lips across her jaw. He smiles to himself when her breathing stops and he can feel her fisting the material of his t-shirt. He looks into her eyes and smiles.  “You are so beautiful.  There’s no one I’d rather be with.”

She blushes and smiles, kissing him softly.  “Even though I’m boring?”

Jared pulls away in disbelief.  “Boring how?”

 She shrugs and sighs, looking down at a hole in his t-shirt that she’s fumbling with.  “I don’t know.  Like, we’ve never um…I’ve never done anything like in your Hurricane video.”

Jared smiles and laughs softly.  “Baby, we’ve only had sex like seven times and three of them were the day I left.  I was satisfied every time.  Weren’t you?”

She rolls her eyes and buries her head in his neck.  “Yes, of course i was but…”

 “But what?  You want me to tie you up…punish you…tell me,” Jared asks excitedly.  She smiles and kisses him softly, hopping off of his lap and walking out of the room. “Baby, where are you going?

She walks back in and hands him a wrapped box.  “I bought something for you…well…me…I guess, “ she says nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear.  “I know you probably have it already but the thought of…” she shakes her head and smiles. “Just open it, please.”

Jared glances up at her innocent, nervous face and smiles.  “Is this something you want me to use on you?” he asks, loving the way she squirms in front of him.

“Just open it!” she insists, leaning against the wall, fidgeting with her own hands.

 Jared stares at her, forcing her to look back at him as he slowly unties the bow, ripping the paper from the box to reveal his gift.  Jared shakes his head and lifts himself from the bed just enough to reach the hem of her jeans and pull her close to him.  “Baby, you want me to use this on you?”

She squirms and giggles. “I thought if you wanted to then I’d rather have something new than something you’ve used before…and you gave me a gift so I wanted to give you one.”

Jared unbuttons the buttons on her blouse, untucking it from her jeans and pushing it off her shoulders. “You’re so cute when you’re being shy.” He places his hands on her hips and pulls her in, laying feather light kisses along her side. He reaches around her, unhooking her bra, pushing the straps from her shoulders.  He runs his fingertips across her abdomen unbuttoning her jeans, looking up into her blue eyes when he feels her body trembling.  “Not yet, baby girl.  You’ve got to breathe.” He whispers pushing her jeans from her hips.  She places her hands on his shoulders and kicks her flats off while he helps her step out of her jeans.  Jared stands up from the bed, her eyes follow his and he can see the fear, desire and maybe even love in her eyes.  “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.” She whispers, her voice unsteady and she takes a deep breath closing her eyes.  “I want you.” She says again, steadying her voice as much as possible, her hands just as shaky, reaching up to touch his face.

Jared smiles and grabs her hand, placing it on his chest, knowing he’s got to push her to get her where he wants her.  “Show me!” he demands.  “Don’t be so afraid.  I know you don’t want to be…boring.”  He pronounces the word boring as if it’s the most important word he’s ever said.  He points to the box on the bed.

 “We’ll never use that if you’re afraid to take what you want.”

She looks down at the box and flashes her innocent eyes back at him, a small grin on her face and she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes.  When she reopens her eyes, something’s changed.  She places her hands on his chest, using her finger as a hook, her smile wide as she rips the shirt right from his body, laughing mischievously and kneeling in front of him, untying the string on his joggers and pulling them down, along with his underwear.  “For nearly a month you’ve sent me dirty text messages or called talking dirty to me.  You get me all worked up and just when things are getting good you hang up and disappear, leaving me aching and alone.”  She takes his length in her hand, licking him from base to tip before wrapping her lips around him, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks him hard.  She takes him into her mouth until she’s gagging and he pulls her hair by the roots.

Jared moans softly. “Fuck baby, I’ve dreamt of that for so long.”

 She moans in turn, her tongue vibrating his entire being.  He feels his legs getting weak as she continues to suck and he feels as if he could lose all self-control right there. “Stop,” he growls breathlessly, pulling her from her knees.

“What did I do wrong?” she asks, the fear returning to her eyes.

Jared kisses her softly. “Nothing, unless you want me to leave you hanging again.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck.  “I’d die. I need you to fuck me now.”

Jared twists her around, bending her over the edge of the bed and leaning over kissing her back. He can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, his erection teasing her entrance, her hands fisting the bed sheets, her back arching.

“Please Jared, I need you now,” she groans, steadying herself as he eases into her.  They both moan at the friction between them and he slaps her on her ass.

“That’s my bad girl,” he grunts, thrusting into her without mercy, her groans telling him over and over that she’s loving every second of it.  “How many times did you use your present, thinking of me?” Jared groans, lifting her head up by the roots, forcing her head back.

“Every fucking day,” she groans, raising her body till her back is against his chest and she wraps her arm around his neck, kissing him madly while he fucks her into climax, her legs shaking.   Jared pulls out, flipping her onto her back and forcing her up the bed, crawling between her legs and easing inside her again, needing to be as close as possible to her.  He slows his pace, kissing her passionately, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his hips.

“I missed you baby,” he whispers in her ear between mindless kisses.  “Can you cum for me again?” he asks, thrusting harder.  She nods, clenching her walls around him. “That’s my girl,” he groans, nibbling on her collarbone, her nipple clenched tightly between his fingertips. “Let it all go baby.”

“Fuck me, Jared, I’m…I….ffff…uuuu…JJJaarrr…” She groans, scratching his back with her nails, sending him into oblivion and he lets himself go inside her.

They lie there in silence, catching their breath and drifting off when Jared hears the door. “Fuck!!!  It’s Shannon!!” he whispers, jumping up and pulling her from the bed.

He grabs her clothes, tossing her into the bathroom.  “Turn the shower on.” He hops towards the door, tying his joggers just as Shannon opens the door.

“Hey bro. Where’s…”

“She’s in the shower.” Jared interrupts his brother.

“It’s kind of early. I thought we could all go do something fun.” Shannon mumbles, looking around the room.  “What happened to your shirt?”

 “Um…” Jared laughs nervously searching for a story then decides to be honest.  “That bitch ripped it off me.”

“What?” Shannon laughs. “Stop lying.  And don’t call her a bitch.  I’ll have to kick your ass.”

“Who’s getting an ass kicking?” She asks, from the bathroom.

“My brother.  He’s in here lying on you.” Shannon teases.

 “What’s he saying?” she asks, leaning on the door, her eyes fixed on Jared’s.

 “You ripped his shirt off.” Shannon laughs, holding the shirt up.

 She blushes and laughs, her eyes still fixed firmly on Jared.  “I did.  It had to be done.”

“Okay…now I’m fucking jealous.  You’ve never ripped my shirt off.” Shannon confesses, throwing the ripped shirt at Jared. “You do love him more.”

 “Your shirt isn’t full of holes.  Look at this thing!” she laughs grabbing the shirt from Jared who’s now standing next to her waiving the shirt in front of her face.

“Lets all put on some non-holey clothing and go out for dinner, maybe hit a club,” Shannon says, laughing. “Come on, I don’t think I’ve seen Jared keep his hands off his phone for this long in weeks and I wanna take advantage of it,” Shannon pleads with her. “We can gang up on him and get him to reveal the identity of his mystery girl.” Shannon is pulling full on puppy dog eyes at this point.

“Okay, fine. But no phones the whole night! When you’re hanging out with me I don’t want either of you texting your little whores,” she teased, watching Jared’s eyes for his reaction. He beamed at her, eye shining with a look that was something dangerously close to love.

Help Me Study

Alright so I’ve been working a very unexpected mark and pair that with writers block it doesn’t really help. I know I said I’d be posting a bunch but unfortunately shit happens. I’m doing my best and I’ll update every possible chance I get, just be patient with me guys <3 Anywho! This was a request I got a while ago and finally got around to writing it. I changed it up a little bit just cause I couldn’t think of what else to write but yea, here it is! 

“HELLO! I want to request an imagine where the reader is studying for an important test but mr j wants her to go out with him and he gets mad cause she doesn’t wants to but at the end she accepts to have a little bit of fun, please???” 

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College was hard, no denying that. You thought high school was tough? The test you had coming up was worth 50% of your final grade and it had you stressing out. You were never good with test, anxiety always getting the better of you but that just gave you that much more incentive to study extra hard.

“Alright so for all real numbers b and c such that the product of c and 3 is b, which of the following expressions represents the sum of c and 3 in terms of b? What the fuck…” you muttered to yourself, reading the question aloud as if that would help you understand.

You felt his hands trail down your arms and back up, digging his thumbs in to the tender muscles in your shoulder. Your head rolled back at the lovely sensation of his touch and the pressure being applied to your stiff shoulders.

“You’ve been working non-stop. Come out with me. Come to the club, you can let loose a little bit baby,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. His voice always raised goosebumps on your skin. “We can drink a little, have a little bit of fun. You need it baby, you’re gonna drive yourself insane.” He started to laugh maniacally at the irony of his statement consider his mental stability.  

“J you know I have that huge test tomorrow. I need to study. You know what’ll happen if I don’t study…” you said, referring to the awful panic attacks that you got whenever a test came around. He groaned and took his hands off your shoulders. You knew your refusal would set him off a little bit, you just prayed it would be minor.

“All this school shit Y/N. It takes up all your time. You never talk to me anymore and all you wanna do is study. Study, study, study. All you ever do. Such a waste of time too,” He spoke loudly, distancing himself from you. “You know what Y/N? I’m going to stop asking you to be with me. You want to ignore me? Fine. Have it your way then doll.”

You rolled your eyes at the drama of his statement. You knew something like this would come of you saying no.

“You’re being dramatic J. I know you never went to school but this means a lot to me. I know you don’t necessarily agree with it but please just be supportive, you know I need you J, always have and always will baby,” you reasoned with him as you stood up to wrap your arms around his neck in a loose embrace. “I need to study baby,” you concluded. He rolled his eyes and threw his head back in annoyance.

“Just take a break Y/N. I need my queen with me. I’ll die without you,” he said loudly adding a fake cry to the end to add to the dramatic effect he was aiming for. You chuckled and nodded.

“Fine. But only for like an hour. I need to do well on this test. If I go out with you do you promise to help me study when we get back?” He looked at you as if you were as crazy as him. He let out a long sigh, accepting your terms and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll help you study. Let’s go baby, go get dressed, we’re gonna have some fun tonight,” he said while gently tugging your hand, leading you to the bedroom.

As embarrassing as it was, J always had better style than you. He knew how to dress to impress. If you had it your way you would wear leggings or jeans all day every day but unfortunately for you that wouldn’t cut it with him.

“J can you help me pick what to wear? You know i’m no good at this,” you pleaded. He nodded and pulled out a few articles of clothing for you. He picked out a lace, high neck body suit with and open back, a fairly short pencil skirt, and black pumps.

“There, put this on and let’s go baby.” You threw on the outfit and put on some simple makeup including eyeliner and some dark red lipsticks. You had to hand it to yourself, when you tried you looked damn good. You bounced down the stairs and headed out to the back where J had pulled the lambo around.

“Mmm baby girl, the things I would do to you,” he whispered seductively in your ear from behind you as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist. You grinned and turned around placing your hands on his chest.

“Well that sucks baby because you said you would help me study! And when I say study I mean actually study, not fuck on my desk and call it educational,” you chuckled to yourself.

“I could teach you some things baby girl,” he said as he dropped his left eyelid in to a wink. You giggled and headed off towards the passenger side of his shiny new car.

Driving with J was always thrilling, the wild chases, the disobedience, no acknowledgement of the law, it made your heart race. You liked going out with him for sure but tonight was the exception, you really needed to pass.

“We can’t stay out very long. The test is tomorrow and I don’t think you understand how badly I need to pass,” you pleaded. He let out a groan as he rolled his neck.

“Fine. We’ve got business to take care of though so please darling, be patient for daddy,” he replied. You pulled up to the club and hopped out as J pulled around back, hiding the view to his shiny toy. Once he reached you he pulled you in close to his side and walked in to his domain with an aura of confidence and something else that elicited terror from everyone in the room, apart from you and Frost of course. A big burly man walked in to the private area where you and J sat and reached down to shake the green haired man’s hand.

“Nah, he don’t shake hands. Sit down, have a drink,” Johnny ordered. He nodded and took a seat in front of J, wary of every one of his moves in hopes that this wouldn’t be his last night.

“On behalf of everyone involved Mr. J, we thank you for your business. You’re making you some good money, and you’re making us good money. It’s been a pleasure doin’ business.” His thick Brooklyn accent sounded throughout the small room. J looked the man directly in the eyes with a menacing glare before throwing his head back and laughing his infamous, maniacal laugh.

“Now Tommy boy, are ya sweet talkin’ me? Trying to get on my good side? Butterin’ me up for a good time?” His voice got a tad higher with every question. The man sat in front of your boyfriend looked scared for his life.

“Nah man, just lettin’ you know how we all feelin’,” the man responded. He kept his cool, props to him, you thought to yourself. J’s face fell serious again.

“Then do ya wanna explain why we’re missing ten grand from your shipment?” The man’s face dropped, completely stumped as to what to say.

“That’s not possible. Counted it all myself,” he answered calmly with a tinge of precaution in his voice.

“J you know that we’re not short money, please just let him go tonight, I can’t be distracted,” you whispered in his ear, a weak attempt to extend the life of the terrified man in front of you. He rolled his neck and sneered, gripping his gold cane.

“Mmm,” he purred. “Must have been one of my boys. Please, good man, forgive me for my mistakes,” he said sarcastically with his usual flamboyance lacing his words.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him. He nodded and turned back to the Tommy fellow.

“You can go. I’ll follow up,” he stated briefly and turned away. Frost approached the table and gripped the man’s bicep, pulling him from his seat and showing him the way out. “You owe me so much princess,” he grumbled at you. You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you baby, means a lot,” you said back to him. He nodded and turned towards Frost. “How much longer do you think we’ll be?” you asked.

“You, my doll, are a very impatient little thing, have I ever told you that?” he said as he looked towards you. You chuckled and linked your arm through his. “Not much longer sweets. I’ve got one more meeting and then we can leave.” You smiled and leaned your head on his firm shoulder. “And no sweetheart, I won’t kill him. You’re welcome and you owe me,” he said seriously as he pulled you in to him.

After an hour of him bickering with a future prospect he kicked him out. You let out a long sigh of relief as you realized the night at the club had ended, finally. Your stretched your arms out and stood up.

“Time to go home,” you said excitedly. He nodded and grabbed his purple coat, pulling you towards the back door where the car was parked.

Eventually you got home and sat down at your lavish desk which was currently covered in books, papers, old excercises, everything that might even help. You flipped to the page where you left off and began reading each problem aloud.

“Doll, you want me to help. How do I help?” He questioned.

“Can you just read me these questions out loud to see if I answer them correctly?” He grunted and looked at the first problem.

“The function y= sin x and y= sin(x + a) = b, for constants a and b, are graphed in the standard, (x,y) coordinate plane below,” he paused to show you the picture of the graph on the page he was reading from. “The functions have the same maximum value. One of the following statements about the values of a and b are true. Which statement is it?” He concluded. He showed you the possible answers and gave you a minute to do the necessary work. After a while of working out the math problem you gave him and answer. “Congratulations doll, you got it right! Are we done now?” He complained. You felt bad for putting him through this so you just nodded and closed your books.

“Alright, let’s head to bed baby, long day tomorrow,” you said as you released a sigh.

“Thank God. You’ll do great doll, I know it.”

Thank you for helping me J, I love you,” you whispered in to his muscular chest as you layed down on the bed.

“I know princess, I know. And if he doesn’t give you a good mark, me and him are gonna have a little chat baby, don’t you worry about it. You shook your head and smiled, pulling the blankets up to cover your bare body and soon enough drifting in to the much needed deep sleep.

Sirius and James Headcanon

Eleven-year old Sirius getting progressively sadder over the last few weeks of term at Hogwarts because he has loved this so much but with every day that goes by, he gets closer to going ‘home’.

Eleven-year-old James writing home to ask if his new best mate Sirius Black can come visit over break and getting the answer by owl on the last day of term. James looking at Sirius and trying to tell him but being dumb and eleven and not really ever having said anything meaningful before, even to his best mate. So he just hands Sirius the letter from his mom and it says ‘James, we live in a mansion. Tell Mr. Black he can spend as much time here as he wants.’ 

The asking and the answering and the handing off of the letters becoming a tradition, and the letters getting progressively less formal every year as they get to know Sirius better and his summer visits grow longer and more frequent:

Second Year: ‘Tell Sirius we’d love to have him, and if he gives enough advance warning, I’ll even run to the supermarket and get those terrible Muggle biscuits he likes so much for his welcome dinner.’ (James hated those biscuits, and he sincerely considered “forgetting” to mention it to Euphemia when Sirius popped into his mirror to say he was coming)

Third Year: ‘Well, James, for your sake, Sirius had better stop by soon because if you think you’re allowed to touch your broomstick before you two clean up the mess you made of the Godric’s Hollow cottage at Christmas hols before running away to school like a couple of cowards, you are sorely mistaken.’

Fourth Year: ‘Your father says if Padfoot doesn’t get his arse over here within the first month, he can forget about golf lessons (I don’t know what ‘golf’ is, Fleamont claims it’s some Muggle thing he offered to teach you two, but if it’s going to mess up my house all of you stupid boys will have hell to pay).’

Fifth year, James not even needing to ask, because by this time every letter that his parents send him has at least a paragraph directed at Sirius, and with two months left of school, his mom sending a note unprompted: ‘We’re renovating at home. Is Padfoot planning to sleep in your bedroom, or do we need to be careful to leave an extra guest bedroom intact? PS - tell him he has terrible taste in rooms, and I don’t care that the Ophelia Suite is his favorite, it’s hideous and the bed is lumpy, and his options are the Sunset Suite or your room.’

Sirius showing up in their fireplace holding two full trunks instead of the usual half-empty one after only a week that summer and no one needing to ask. 

Everyone sitting down to Sirius’ favorite breakfast the next morning, and James having a silent fight with himself about whether or not he should whine about this blatant favoritism because

On the one hand, he hates blueberry pancakes 

                        But on the other hand, Sirius needs his favorite food more than                         he does right now

But on the first hand, nobody made French Toast the day James came home

                       But on the second hand, he wants to make sure Sirius doesn’t                            feel like James begrudges him anything because he doesn’t,                              obviously,

But then he realizes that under normal circumstances he would complain, and more than anything else what Sirius needs right now is to know that this isn’t weird for James, this is perfectly natural because they are brothers.

So, James dramatically throws his hands in the air and wails, “BLUEBERRY, Mum? You KNOW I hate how they explode in your mouth!” and for a moment no one says anything and he’s terrified that he shouldn’t have said it, but then Sirius looks up with a shit-eating grin that splits his whole face open and he’s got about ten un-popped blueberries in between his teeth (how did he do that? Where did the pancake parts go?) and he bites down hard and the blueberry juice goes shooting in all directions and sprays James straight in the face.

And Mrs. Potter trying to look disapproving but James just looks so shocked and he’s dripping purple and it’s hilarious and Mr. Potter laughing and laughing and finally pulling himself together enough to clap a hand on Sirius’ shoulder and yell, “Way to go, son!”

Sirius looking up at him, confused and skeptical, because he doesn’t get how Mr. Potter can be proud of James for getting sprayed with blueberry juice, is this some Potter family rite of passage he doesn’t know about? But then Sirius seeing Mr. Potter looking down at him, grinning and proud and laughing his head off, and realizing that he is Mr. Potter’s son now too.

Long-Haired Pidge Headcanons

So, we all know that the paladins get separated at the end of season 1. But who knows how long it will be before they reunite? They might even hit us with a time skip. So I raise you these cute fluffy ideas about Pidge, whose hair grows out while she’s away:
-the other paladins LOVE IT
-Pidge herself is torn, because on one hand she missed her long hair (you saw how she had to brace herself to cut it off!), but on the other hand having that cute bob was WAY more practical.
-Hunk learns how to braid specifically so that he can help Pidge keep her hair out of her face and equipment.
-Lance takes to pulling strands of Pidge’s hair over his mouth to impersonate Coran; Pidge punches him always.
-Allura lends Pidge headbands. Pidge could do without the glowing ones, the jeweled ones, the super ornate and delicate ones, but when Allura produces wide, sturdy ones in green, yellow, and purples, Pidge is all over them.
-Keith tries to use Pidge’s new long hair as justification for his mullet. Pidge tells him to keep her hair out of this, thank you very much. The justification fails.
-Shiro is a Proud Dad™ because Pidge is confident.
-Allura shows Pidge how to make a bun so it can fit under her helmet. Pidge can never quite get the unruly thick tufts in the front to cooperate.
-Coran keeps trying to suggest elaborate and eccentric traditional Altean hairstyles, especially when it’s Pidge’s birthday. Most of them are so ridiculous even Allura wouldn’t be able to pull them off. Pidge politely declines.
-speaking of Coran, he’s reminded of his youth, when HE had long hair too! He digs out some old holographs. Remember those traditional Altean hairstyles? Pidge is scarred for life.
-at first Lance teases Pidge about her long hair, but then he lets it slip that he likes it and it suits her. He may be cocky, but he’ll always be honest.
-at one point, when Pidge and Hunk are working on a ship repair, Pidge’s last hair tie breaks. Hunk gives her his headband to make do.
-Pidge puts the photo of herself and Matt up in her room. She’s no longer afraid of hiding.

Just give me Pidge with grown out hair.

The Swarm

Sam is a drifter.

He had been on the road for ten years now. His mother, long dead, had told him to go see the world. She didn’t want him to settle in a small town like she did. She didn’t want him to have the life she had. She became a mother at twenty-two. His father was long gone before Sam was born. She raised him on her own and it wasn’t easy. There were many nights Sam felt the rumble in his stomach, but he never said anything. She did the best she could and sometimes it wasn’t good enough, but she loved him. That’s more than he could say for anyone else he had known.

She had told him to go find what made him special and he had. She would be so proud of him if he had been able to tell her. She died before it happened. Every night since, he would look at the sky and ask her if she was proud. He never did get a response but he felt she was. He felt she would understand. If anyone could, it would be her.

He had been catching a late night ride in an open box car when he met the man who would give him purpose. Three other men were in the car, two were complete assholes, the third was quiet like Sam. Sam spent most of the night looking out at what he could see of the scenery. Everything swirled past in a black and gray haze. When he turned his attention away to try to sleep he noticed how silent it was. The only sound he could hear was the clattering of the wheels underneath the train. The quiet man stood over the two men who up hadn’t failed to stop arguing with each other since they hopped on the train. Something was wrong, but Sam didn’t say a word, he grabbed his pack and slide up against the back of the car.

The two men weren’t moving. He thought they might be asleep, but it was hard to see much, and the one man’s neck didn’t look right. Sam watched the other man go to the other side of the car. He laid down, facing Sam, and Sam knew he was being watched. Sam dozed off at some point. He woke up when the man’s hands were wrapped around his throat.

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Peter x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Hints of smut




Roman groaned when Lynda told him you and Peter had headed into the woods not long ago. He started to head towards he steps until he heard an unmistakeable moan and headed towards it when he heard Peter swear.

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I Bought You Something

Anon: Got7’s Youngjae, you, and toys

Author: Admin A

Character(s): Youngjae (GOT7)/Reader

Word Count: 2,117

Summary: Youngjae has been to the store. What could he have possibly gotten for you?

“Babe! I’m home!” I heard the door shut in the front of the apartment along with the rustle of some plastic bags.

“In the bedroom, Jae!” I called from my little nest I had made on the bed, book in my hands. I heard him padding through the apartment before he poked his head into the bedroom. He let out a chuckle when he saw how bundled up I was. I set my book down, smiling up at my puppy like boyfriend as he skipped over to the bed, dropping the bags on the ground and tackling me in a hug.

“I missed you!” he cooed. I giggled, ruffling his hair.

“I missed you too baby. I’ve been thinking of you all day.” He sat back on his knees, looking me deep in the eyes.

“Have you really?” His voice was suddenly quiet, which was a bit unusual for him, especially for right when he got home. He leaned forward quickly and pressed a very firm kiss to my lips. I kissed him back out of reflex, but was still perplexed at the sudden change in his demeanor. He ended the kiss as suddenly as he started it, sitting back again. “I’ve been thinking of you too, baby. I have somethings for you.” I smiled up at him, but it quickly fell when I saw the smirk on his face.

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Namjoon Appreciation

Once again happy Namjoon day!!! This post is gonna be all about our amazing leader, Kim Namjoon, they definitely aren’t all of the reasons he’s amazing but they are some, I’m gonna stick to ten reasons for now

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Daddy Please

Neville x Reader

@letslight-itup requested daddy kink Neville and lots of smut let’s hope you like it!








You watch nervously from backstage as Kevin Owens pins your boyfriend Neville winning the match Nevilles chance at the universal title slipping through his fingers. You go to his locker room to wait for him not knowing how his mood is going to be. The locker room door bangs open Neville stepping through it with anger radiating through his body. He was furious that he lost his chance at the title because of Chris Jericho.

Neville looks at you the anger in his eyes almost making you take a step back. You go to open your mouth but Neville put his hand up wordlessly commanding you to stay silent. Goosebumps erupt all over your body you have a feeling this night might take an interesting turn. “Get your stuff  and go back to the hotel and wait for me.” Neville growls at you. You scramble to get your bag turning towards the door when his hand reaches out and grabs your arm “ Be waiting on the bed naked or I wont be happy” he adds his tone threatening. “Yes Daddy” you reply excitement coursing through you. Nevilles eyes flash letting you know he approves of your reply.

When you reach your hotel room you quickly strip off your clothes ignoring the damp spot on your underwear. You’re already aroused just thinking about what Neville has planned for you tonight, you can feel your pussy almost dripping in anticipation. You barely get yourself into position before the hotel door opens revealing Neville anger still pouring off him. “Good girl, you look fucking hot spread out like that for me.” His eyes roam over your naked body a hungry look on his face. Your pussy clenches at the sound of his voice, his accent thickening as he grows hard.

“Fuck Neville your killing me already!” you exclaim, His eyes darken and you know you’ve made a mistake calling him by his name. “Sorry Daddy it won’t happen again.” you cry already knowing it’s too late. Neville says nothing going over to your suitcase pulling out a box you know all too well. “I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson (Y/N), you know that’s not what you call me.” Neville says pulling out handcuffs and a purple vibrator. You breath catches in your throat knowing that your slip up is going to cost you.

Neville places the items on the bed reaching up to remove his shirt as he kicks off his shoes  before pulling his sweatpants off to join your discarded clothes. He walks towards you his eyes dark, moisture dampening your thighs as you anticipate what’s coming next. “Arms against the headboard, and don’t even think of cuming without asking permission.” he commands, you obey instantly Neville securing your arms to the headboard with the cuffs. You can feel how hard he is through his boxers your hips involuntarily arching against the bulge desperately trying to get some friction on your aching pussy. Neville pulls away and gives you a harsh slap on the backside as a warning. This makes you hiss in pleasure making Neville let out a dark chuckle. “Such an eager slut but be patient Daddy still needs to punish you before he decides if you can cum or not.” he says sliding his hand down to your pussy his finger sliding through your folds surprised at the amount of moisture he find. “Fuck slut you are soaked I don’t even need to prepare you first.” he brings his finger to his mouth licking off your juices causing you to moan at the sight.

Neville grabs the vibrator bringing it to your entrance sliding the toy into you in one quick thrust a whimper leaving your throat at the feeling. He turns it on high making sure part of it touches your clit causing you to scream and buck your hips. “Daddy please its too much it’s gonna make me cum!” you cry the sensations pushing you to the brink. “Bad girls don’t get to cum until they learn their lesson so don’t even think about it.” Neville replies enjoying watching you writhe and thrash desperately trying to hold back your orgasm. “Daddy I’m sorry please I won’t do it again just please let me cum please please!” you cry barely able to talk coherently all you can think about cuming.  

“Do you think Daddy has punished you enough? Should he let his slut cum before he fucks you” Neville asks already knowing your answer. “Yes Daddy I promise I’ll be good just please let me cum!” you’re barely holding on the sensations on your clit are too strong to fight for much longer. “Then cum ” he growls into you ear. Neville had barely finished speaking before a flash of white light danced across you eyes and your orgasm comes crashing down sending bolts of pleasure through all the nerves in your body. You scream “Thank you Daddy!” before you finish riding your high laying panting on the bed as aftershocks roll through your body.

Neville turns the vibrator off before ripping it out of your pussy leaving you feeling empty. He pulls his boxers off before settling himself on your chest hard cock in hand. “That was so fucking sexy watching you cum but now I need to be inside your mouth so open wide slut” he growls waiting for you to open your mouth before shoving his cock in fucking your face. You wish your hands were cuffed right now so could have them on his hips encouraging him to fuck your mouth faster. Neville makes you gag several times before pulling out breathing harshly. “I need to be inside you right now (Y/N) do you want Daddys cock in your pussy?” he asks wanting to hear you beg for it.

“Yes please Daddy shove your cock in my pussy, make me cum hard all over it.” you beg needing to feel him inside you. Neville quickly moves down your body placing his cock at your entrance before quickly burying himself inside in one thrust before starting a quick brutal pace. You cry out immediately wrapping our legs around his waist trying to get his thick cock as deep as possible. “Yes Daddy fuck my pussy it feels so good!” You scream not even caring if the people in the next room can hear you, all you care about is how good it feels having him inside you. “You like Daddys cock inside you do you? You’ll never get tired of my cock being inside you will you?” Neville roars his orgasm so close. “Yes I love it Daddy, I can never get enough I’m so close Daddy can I cum please!” you moan not sure if you can hold off. “Yes cum on Daddys cock wanna feel you explode” he groans out moaning when he feels you clamp down on him your orgasm setting off his. He cums hard inside you the feeling increasing the pleasure of your orgasm.

Neville slumps next to you both of you breathing heavily your arms aching from being kept in the same position for too long. When his breathing calms down he goes over to the suitcase pulling out the key and releases the handcuffs rubbing at the marks on your wrist before gently kissing them. “Totally worth the marks” you beam at him before pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Do you feel better now?” you ask, Neville a guilty look on his face. Your Neville is back no ore Daddy for now.

A chime comes from Nevilles sweatpants and he goes over and grabs his phone from his pocket before settling on the bed pulling you in for a cuddle. “It’s a text from Sami what does he want?” Neville says opening the message.

Sami: Daddy really?? Can you and (Y/N) try and keep it down next time I did not need to hear that!!!!

You and Neville let out a laugh before snuggling down for bed both exhausted.

architectofolympus  asked:

Percy/Annabeth, little book store around the corner AU

Annabeth has never paid much attention to sun-faded awning of Title Wave Books as she hurries past it to and from work each day.

It’s just another neighborhood landmark on the way to the subway station, another quaint, local shop she tells herself she should visit on one of those rare weekends she has some time and money – a notion she has never followed through with, even though she’s been in the area now for close to three months. Although she loves to read, she prefers going to the Barnes and Noble closer to work, which is probably some kind of mortal sin for book lovers, but Starbucks is right there and there’s WiFi so she can fiddle around with her tablet, and none of the independent stores ever have any of the books on architecture she wants, anyway.

It’s an awful excuse, she knows, but she’s been all about convenience since she moved to the city and Title Wave Books is one of those places that just screams quirky and inconvenient at her. Her neighborhood is chock full of eclectic little shops – there’s the antique store run by the brother and sister pair that’s only open nights and weekends, the garage on the corner where something tends to explode at least once a week, the skateboard shop under her building owned by the girl in 7A and her blond, executive suit wearing boyfriend – so it wouldn’t surprise her if the bookstore followed suit with some weird organizational system or theme.

The bookstore turns out to be highly convenient for Annabeth when she gets caught in an unexpected thunderstorm late Saturday afternoon, though.

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Old Spice

for the Drabble Games, now closed for requests. 

Drabble games prompt #26: “It’s always been you.” requested by @everyjourneylove || More Dwalin fics || Fanfiction Masterlist || Drabble Games series || Notes/Warnings: brief cursing-EDIT: F bomb removed || can be read as part of the “If Only You Knew” series, or independently || incorporates this imagine from @imaginexhobbitImagine Dwalin showing you affection by patting your head or ruffling your hair

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Taffeta the Doll by sek824 (NSFW)

Taffeta the Doll by sek824

“Happy Birthday, Emma,” I said, kissing my daughter’s cheek lightly.

“Thanks, Mommy,” she murmured, a small smile on her face.

“How old are you, sweet pea,” my long-term boyfriend, Roger, asked her.

Emma smiled. “Five,” she said proudly, holding up five fingers.

“Wow, you are getting so old!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her. “When I was your age, I’m pretty sure I didn’t even know how to count.”

I rolled my eyes. “That wouldn’t surprise me,” I admitted, gently hitting his arm.

“Mommy, can I open my presents?” Emma asked, looking up to me.

I couldn’t help but smile and nod at my beautiful daughter. She immediately reached for the biggest box. As she unwrapped the purple wrapping paper, she smiled in glee when she saw the face of a doll behind the plastic.

She giggled with excitement, ripping off the top of the box and pulling out the doll inside. The doll was glass and vintage, representing a Victorian style dress code. She had light brown eyes, fair skin, and dirty blonde hair that were wound into small ringlet curls.

“She’s so pretty,” she said, hugging the doll.

“What are you going to name her?” I asked, rubbing my daughter’s back.

“She looks like a Taffeta,” she said, caressing the doll’s face.

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