So I let Misha to signed this first, He asked me ‘is it Cas in a wedding dress?’ I said yes (/ω＼). Then he signed it and drew the mustache on Jensen’s face.
I told Jensen what Misha did, and he wrote something, (its too small I couldn’t see it (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`), and said no, I can’t write like that, then he crossed it and change it to an arrow, and he wrote ‘I knew it ’( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
After that I went to let Misha see It again, he took the photo and stare at it for a long time, then he said ‘damn it!’ Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)
*this is the first time I post this photo, before this, I don’t know who stolen my photo, please don’t do it again!
Hey there! Could you possibly write more Yuri x Otabek (or just Yuri, lol) exhibitionism? You wrote something similar before and it was great :)
I know you requested Otabek and Yuri, but my hand slipped and it turned into Otapliroy. Whoops! It’s in the same universe as my last drabble, so I hope you like it! :P
JJ hadn’t suspected anything out of the ordinary when he received an early morning call from Otabek. They had become friends in Canada when they shared a rink together and now that JJ had decided to finally visit St. Petersburg, it made sense for Otabek to want to spend time with him. He told JJ to run over as soon as he could, assuring him that breakfast would be ready and that Yuri was also looking forward to seeing him. Emphasis on Yuri.
The last time he had had any interaction with the punk was when Yuri had shown up at his place unexpectedly, pushed him against the door as soon as he was let in, and proceeded to give him one of the best blow jobs of his life. He said Otabek had given him permission and that he had always wanted a taste of him. Well, that would have been fine and dandy if it had been true. Turns out Yuri had used him as his own personal fucktoy and Otabek had in fact, not given permission. Too bad JJ was already finishing up inside of Yuri by the time Otabek arrived.
Otabek had never gotten upset at him about it, even when JJ found out the truth and apologized, but after this morning’s phone call, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
When JJ finally arrived, he was greeted by a smirking Otabek at the door who leaned in for a hug and invited him in. Nothing was seemingly out of the ordinary as they walked, Otabek appearing genuinely pleased that JJ had visited, but as they entered the kitchen, JJ’s jaw dropped, freezing in place as he stared on in disbelief.
Right in the center of a large assortment of breakfast items was a very naked Yuri. Bent over the table, his arms were tied behind his back, a blindfold covering his eyes, ball gag in his mouth, and what JJ assumed to be a vibrating bullet inside of him, string hanging down between his legs. The side of his face was pressed against the dark table, complimenting the color with his golden strands. He looked absolutely wrecked, as if he had been there a while.
JJ swallowed. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard.
He turned to Otabek for answers, but Otabek’s expression remained casual as if his boyfriend weren’t whimpering on the kitchen table with a vibrator up his ass.
JJ looked on as Otabek walked over to Yuri, unable to say anything. Otabek went on to remove Yuri’s ball gag and lightly moved his hair behind his ear. Yuri let out a small groan of relief, nudging his head against the hand on his head. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, saliva running down his chin.
Staring at JJ directly, Otabek said, “Yuri, we have a guest today. He’s going to join me for breakfast and you’re going to entertain him. Is that understood?”
JJ tried to cut in, confused as to what kind of situation he had just gotten himself into, “Beka–” but Yuri cut him off with a gasp, “Is that…JJ?” He sounded surprised. Embarrassed even. As if JJ hadn’t seen him in a sexual state before.
Then again, it had been a one-time thing, and Yuri had been in full control. Yuri, the ever-evolving monster, always in control, always calling the shots, never willing to submit. Never in a position where JJ potentially held complete and utter dominance over him.
JJ’s dick twitched, stirring in his jeans. He should turn around and go home, leaving the two boyfriends to resolve this sexual tension themselves, but he hesitated, locking eyes with Otabek again.
“Yes. It’s JJ. And he came all this way here just to see us.”
Yuri shook his head, “Like hell! JJ, don’t look! Go into the other room or something!” he tried to close his legs together, the tremors in his body causing his usual venom to come out shaky and unconvincing.
If this were any other time, JJ would have probably listened to Yuri, but Otabek had invited him there. He had planned this whole situation, knowing fully well that Yuri would be embarrassed about JJ being there.
This was probably one of the punishments Otabek had mentioned that one time they had talked about sexual endeavors over a few beers. JJ had imagined it to be spanking or some other light shit, but this was way beyond that. This was downright hardcore. But also, unexpectedly, this was…really fucking hot.
Managing to get himself over the initial shock, JJ responded to Yuri, confidence lacing his words, “Sorry, Yuri–no can do. Beka’s right. I came all this way and I’m not planning on leaving any time soon.”
JJ pulled up a chair and sat down in it, clasping his hands in front of him, pangs of adrenaline hitting his stomach in waves. Otabek nodded his approval at him. Whether he was ready or not, JJ was now in this for the long haul.
“See, Yuri? And since our guest was nice enough to visit, you’re going to show him what a good kitten you are.”
Kitten. He called him “kitten.”
“But–” Yuri whined.
“Excuse me? Did you just talk back?” Otabek interrupted.
It took a moment for Yuri to answer, chewing on his bottom lip, “…No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
JJ couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The proud and domineering Yuri was not just only relinquishing power, but he was calling Otabek “Daddy.” This would definitely be a memory he’d never forget.
“Good. That’s what I thought.” He got off of Yuri, giving his ass a spank before walking over towards JJ and producing a control of some kind out of his back pocket.
“What’s this?” JJ looked up at Otabek as he took hold of the device.
“It controls the vibrator in him–eight different speeds. Knock yourself out. Oh, and, I hope you like the food. Yuri made it himself.” He let out a devious smirk that made JJ’s heart skip a beat. Who knew Otabek was such a freak?
As Otabek sat on the opposite end of the small table, grabbing toast and eggs to place on his plate, JJ looked on in wonder at the scene before him. He proceeded to take a sip of the water placed in front of him, stabilizing his breath before he switched the device to a higher setting. The buzzing of the vibrator got louder, causing Yuri to let out a surprised moan he failed at suppressing.
JJ grabbed a slice of toast for himself, reaching for the butter and grabbing a few pieces of Canadian bacon. He felt his dick stand to full attention, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. He wondered just how far Otabek was willing to take things as he clicked the device into yet a higher setting.
Yuri’s wanton sounds prompted JJ to take a bite of his food. He reveled in his newfound power, looking forward to taking full advantage of it.
JJ lifted his glass and looked over towards Otabek before cranking up the device to the highest setting. Yuri’s body convulsed as the first of many orgasms took him over in that moment, unable to control the buckling of his knees as he came hard on the floor in front of him.
EDIT: One of my friends made me realize that I posted daddy kink on father’s day, so…. surprise!! Happy father’s day! LMAO 😂
Even over the loud chatter of the other customers in the cafe, Soonyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of Chan’s deep sigh. The hushed sound somehow managed to cut through all the other noise as the two friends waited in the line to order.
“What’s up, Dino?” Soonyoung asked, looking up from his phone which was open to twitter.
“Hmm? Oh, it’s nothing. I just haven’t gotten a lot of sleep lately.” Chan replied modestly.
“Ah, you’re really living the YouTuber lifestyle,” Soonyoung half-teased, “It’s not good to overwork yourself. What is it that you stay up to do? Writing? Filming?”
“Editing,” Chan ran a hand through his hair, burdened at even the slightest thought of the tedious task, “I’m still not used to the software. It always takes me so long to figure out how to create the effects I want.”
“You do know that you don’t have to keep torturing yourself like this, right? You can hire someone to edit for you.” Soonyoung suggested with a chuckle.
“I really don’t have the money to hire someone, or the time to interview people for that matter. I also don’t know anyone that’d be willing to do it for free.” Chan explained earnestly.
“Next!” The cashier called out.
Stepping forward, Soonyoung sent Chan a knowing grin, “I have someone in mind.”
Exhausted from yet another day of work, you flung the front door of your home open, slamming it shut again as you leaned your back against it. You let out a sigh as you slouched against the painted wood. As soon as you stood up straight again, your back cracked loudly three times, surely a sign that your new job was getting the best of you.
You slipped off your shoes and kicked them to the side, trudging along to your bedroom. You flung yourself onto your bed and enjoyed a few blissful moments of rest, only to be interrupted by a sudden vibration in your pocket.
You groaned, taking your phone out and reading the text you’d just received.
“(Y/N)!! How’s my beautiful cherry blossom child doing on this fine evening~?”
“Soonyoung literally what on earth do you want from me this time”
“Geez alright I’ll cut to the chase”
You rolled your eyes at your friend’s antics, feeling slightly sorry for snapping at him, but at the same time you felt like he should know how not in the mood you were.
“So, I may or may not need you to do a favor for me”
“I’ll consider, as long as you don’t need me to wash old ladies’ hair. I do that every day for 6 hours straight now :-)”
“Oh yeah you started working at that salon… How’s that working out?”
Groaning again at the thought of that cursed salon, you rolled over onto your back.
“It’s freakin terrible omg. My boss is like the real life version of Cinderella’s stepmother.. and the sheer amount of hairspray lingering in the air makes me feel like my nose hairs are being styled”
“Yeah it’s bad. Anyway can you just tell me about this favor you may or may not need?”
“So I’m friends with Chan aka Dino. You know his channel right?”
“He needs an editor for his videos and when he said that, I thought of you. Since you’re so tech savvy.”
“Soonyoung you know I literally don’t have time to do anything. I have to take up as many shifts as possible at work.”
“Ah that’s right….. You’re still saving up for a new laptop right”
“Well………. How about if you help Dino with his editing I’ll pitch in for it?”
Letting Soonyoung’s offer swim around in your head for a few seconds, you took a deep breath before ultimately giving in.
“Fine. Just text me when and where.”
For the last time, you stepped out of the salon. You closed the metal door quickly and quietly, finally evading the shrill voice of your now ex-boss. Just as an extra safety measure, you speed walked to the end of the block, looking over your shoulder every so often to make sure no one from the salon was following you.
Your pocket buzzed again. You pulled your phone out, reading yet another text from Soonyoung. He’d sent you the address of Chan’s apartment, since you were scheduled to edit his video of the week. It was relatively close by, so you found yourself at Chan’s front door in matter of mere minutes.
You gathered up the courage to knock on the door, opting to knock three times, but before you could make it to the third time the door was swung open.
Chan’s eyes opened almost comically wide when he saw you, his overall expression similar to that of a deer in the headlights. You got a good view of him, since your eyes widened in shock as well. You’d seen him before online, but you never expected Chan to be so handsome in person.
“Hi,” You started, trying to get a hold of yourself so you could make a good impression, “I’m (Y/N), I’m Soonyoung’s friend.”
“That’s right, you’re here to edit! I’m Chan, or Dino, nice to meet you.” He did his best to maintain a sunny disposition, but he too was stunned by the way you looked.
You stepped through the doorway, Chan held out a hand for you to shake. Though neither of you dared to grip the other’s hand too strongly, you could tell Chan was as friendly and warm as Soonyoung described. His shyness was somewhat comforting, seeing as you were relatively timid around strangers as well.
Noticing the shoe rack to the side of the door, you non-verbally asked if you should take your shoes off. Chan simply nodded in return, and you slipped off your ankle booties, giggling silently at the fact that Chan was able to communicate with you so fluently without even speaking. Presumably feeling the same way, Chan didn’t speak again until the two of you reached his office, which he genially led you to.
“So, this is my office,” He said, gesturing at his computer and his camera setup, “I just finished filming the say anything challenge with Seungcheol hyung, so there’s a lot more editing involved than usual, but it’s nothing you can’t handle right?”
“I see,” You nodded, taking in all the high quality equipment Chan had in the room, “And normally you would only film dance videos, right? So the editing would just consist of syncing the audio and the video?”
“Right. This PC is what I installed the video editing software on. Please, have a seat.” He pulled out the plush leather chair in very gentlemanly fashion, allowing you to sit on it, which you did with a grateful smile.
Chan pushed the chair in toward the desk, before logging into the PC for you. He pulled up what looked to be a dining chair and sat beside you, briefly coaching you on what to do.
“I always save raw footage to a folder called ‘unedited’, so if you just search in there for today’s date you should be able to find the footage you need. And really, all you have to do for this video is add some background music and cut out the bits that you think are boring. I trust you.”
“You do?” You asked, turning your head to face him.
You must have misinterpreted how far away from Chan actually sat, as when you turned around, his face was just a few inches away from yours.
The both of you separated almost immediately, faces turning equally red as well. Your lips naturally formed a shy smile, which you opted to cover with your hand. You didn’t want Chan to think of you as creepy, though part of you did enjoy the closeness.
“Yeah, I trust your judgement. Soonyoung hyung did speak very highly of you after all.” He gave you an encouraging smile, though it only lasted a couple of seconds, as his phone buzzed and he had to look at the notification.
His expression dropped slightly, “I’m so sorry, but I have to go collect the mail from my PO box. Minghao hyung wants to do a mail video together. I hate to leave you alone here, but you don’t need any more help, do you?”
“I think I’ve got everything under control.” You responded confidently.
“Great. I’ll be back in no more than an hour, I promise.” Chan sent you one last supportive glance before getting up and leaving.
Before he was completely out of the room, he turned back to you, which earned him a small wave goodbye from you. He simply chuckled before making his way to the front door, blushing like crazy the whole way. He undoubtedly found you cute, though you managed to make him blush and giggle like a lovesick schoolboy; something no one else had been able to do in a long time. He smiled to himself once more before leaving the apartment to meet with Minghao.
It was a bit awkward for you, just sitting in a stranger’s apartment all by yourself, but Chan was quite the charming character. You ended up not minding as much as you probably should have. You kept yourself occupied anyway, hard at work editing Chan’s video.
In this process, you found yourself smiling the entire time. Chan didn’t seem to have a bad trait to him. He was bright and kind to Seungcheol, even during times that he knew the footage would get edited out. His true colors really showed themselves, and they were even more beautiful than you’d expected, maybe even more so than you’d hoped. Was it possible… You were beginning to feel something?
You’d have sworn that it was only a matter of minutes, but when you heard the front door of the apartment being unlocked, you checked your phone to find out that it had actually been almost an hour.
Chan sprinted back to the office and you stood up to greet him, “Hey, I’m back! I kept my promise, by the way: fifty-six minutes! I would’ve been back sooner, but I stopped by the cafe that Soonyoung hyung likes to get you a coffee.”
He held out what looked to be an iced coffee of some kind, greatly anticipating your reaction with a gummy grin.
“Wow, thank you so much,” You took the coffee with a bow of thanks, “You know, it doesn’t even feel like you were gone for that long.”
“Well, time flies when you’re having fun. Was editing fun?” He asked with a laugh, gesturing for you to sit down again.
“Yeah, it was actually. I think I managed to get a lot done too. Do you want to see?” Both you and Chan returned to your original positions, seated next to each other.
“Absolutely! I bet it looks great.”
With the press of the spacebar, the video started playing. Chan’s eyebrows furrowed as he began concentrating. He became almost worryingly quiet, until something funny finally happened, that was when the two of you broke out into a fit of giggles. Eventually, the video became nearly inaudible over the sounds of your collective laughter.
“Wow, (Y/N),” Chan started, still trying to catch his breath, “I really like your sense of humor. The video looks great already, honestly, I could upload it just like this.”
“You really like it?” You asked hopefully.
“Yeah, it’s super funny! And, uh, you said you’d be okay with editing my videos regularly, right? I mean… I’d love to work with you more often.” His eyes shifted away from you, his cheeks becoming rosy again.
You couldn’t help but blush as well, “Sure, I’d love that too.”
It was the seventh week in a row you’d gone to Chan’s apartment to edit one of his videos. Although, it wasn’t the seventh time you’d gone to his apartment. The both of you began hanging out aside from editing, becoming more like friends than coworkers.
But, unlike the other times you’d gone to his home, this time the front door to Chan’s apartment was left open just a crack.
“Chan?” You called into the apartment.
After not receiving any answer, you resorted to knocking on the door, but still no one came. You felt bad about intruding, but since you were worried, you decided just to open the door and take a look around.
All of the lights were out, so you could barely see what was right in front of you. But as your vision adjusted to the darkness, you could see the outline of a person.
“Surprise!” Chan shouted as you finally found a light switch and turned the lights on.
“Chan… What’s going on?”
Chan stood in front of the coffee table so that he was blocking whatever was on it, but as he stepped to the side, you saw a brand new MacBook Pro opened on the table. It was so new that the screen protecting plastic hadn’t even been taken off yet.
“What’s this?” You asked, even more confused than before.
“On the first day we met,” He began, “I left to meet up with Minghao hyung, but Soonyoung hyung was there too. He told about how you were working that horrible job to save up for a new laptop. And I know he told you he’d help pay for a laptop, but my latest videos have been getting so many views. I’ve been getting so much more traffic to my channel than usual, and it’s all thanks to you. I didn’t have enough money to formally hire you, but I had enough for this, so I thought it was the least I could do.”
You walked over to the coffee table, not believing your eyes or your ears, “Chan, this is such an amazing gift, it was like the most you could’ve done!”
“That’s not true, I could do more. Like, maybe… Take you on a date?”
Your eyes widened as his question, but since this allowed you to get an especially good view of his adorable flustered face, there was no way you could have refused.
“I’d love to, but only if you let me pay. I didn’t do all that shampooing for nothing.”
“Deal.” Said Chan, with a shy chuckle.
There was no doubt in your mind, that was a chuckle you could hear every day.
IT’S 3.27AM AND I AM
FINALLY UPDATING THIS DAMN FUCKING FIC..
Sorry for yelling but I’m so sorry this update took an age, I’ve been super busy and super uninspired lately but I was determined to post today so here we are. :)
I don’t even think I like a single part of this chapter, but oh well. It needed to go up. Hope at least some part of this super long update was worth the wait! Lemme know!
You will notice the quality drop dramatically the further along you get, and probably tense mistakes too but it’s nearly 4am and I do not have the energy nor patience to edit properly. Also I’m on mobile so sorry for the lack of read more break cause I know this is stupidly long, and messy links!! :( Also my bold/italic text probably won’t work so I’ll try fix that when I’ve had some sleep, lol.
Also just need to mention yet another AMAZING aesthetic for this fic of mine by one of my favs to ever exist @rubyventure 💝 Look at it, it’s amazing, it’s gorgeous, it’s everything. Give it some love!
“I miss you so much, Poll. You have no idea how good it is to see your face.” Betty smiled into the screen of her laptop, her sister mirroring her own position in a different bed, leaning against the bed frame. Two sisters, so alike in looks but not much else. One in potentially the smallest town to ever exist; Riverdale, and the other in one of the busiest cities in the world; London. “So, tell me everything!”
“Betty, I wish you were here. This place is amazing and I know you would love it.” Polly told Betty animatedly about the theatre that was just down the road from her place, and how every time she went she thought of her. “There’s just, god, there’s just so much <i>life</i> here Betty. There’s never a dull moment, there’s always something new happening somewhere.”
“Unlike here.” Betty sighed, pulling the pillow on her lap closer too her. “Literally, nothing has changed. Oh, wait, that’s a lie. Mum made apple instead of peach pie last night, can you believe it?” Pollys laugh flowed through the crappy speakers of Betty’s laptop, and she found herself wishing she could hear it properly. She ached to hold her sister, to have that companionship that only a fellow Cooper daughter could provide. Polly noticed the way Betty’s face had dropped, she tilted her head to the side slightly.
“You should be here, doing this with me.”
“I wish.” Betty replied, letting her mind wander for just a moment, while she played with a loose thread on the pillow in her lap, to what it could be like. Living in a new city, free to do as she pleased without the watchful eye of Alice Cooper judging her every movement.
“Do it.” Betty’s eyes flicked to Pollys through the screen, a questioning look on her face, to which her which her sister just shrugged. “Why not? It’s simple enough to get a visa, and you can stay with me. I could find you a job, it’s all so easy Betty. Why the hell not?” The excitement in Pollys voice at the thought of having her sister with her was building the more she tried to convince Betty.
“But. What, what about school? I got accepted into Med- ”
“Betty, university is not going anywhere. It’ll still be there when you’re done living a little.” Polly interrupted. “What do you have to stay for? You know that Veronica and Archie wouldn’t stop you. It’s not like you have a boyfriend. Right? If it’s just about Mum and Dad I wouldn’t ev.. Hold on.” Polly stopped mid sentence, watching the way Betty’s face changed at a certain word. “Oh my god, Betty. Do you have a boyfriend?” Polly repositioned herself, trying to get closer to the screen. “I don’t know if my contrast is too high but, are you <i>blushing?</i>” Betty could definitely feel her cheeks turning pink, but she wasn’t about to admit that out loud.
“No, I definitely do not.” She was looking anywhere but at the screen, deciding the lose thread on her pillow needed her full attention. “I would have told you that, Poll.”
“Betty?” The needy tone to her voice drew Betty’s eyes back to the screen. “Is there a boy?”
“I mean..” Betty trailed off, shrugging. She didn’t really know the answer herself. Her and Jughead had pretty much been in constant contact all week, but who knows what that could mean. Also, the fact that Betty was sleeping over at his place tonight was heavy in her mind. Even though she was just there to babysit Jellybean, she couldn’t help her mind from wondering. She liked Jughead, that much was apparent in the way her hands her clamming up just thinking about him. “I don’t really know, Polly. It’s early days, okay?”
“Okay.” Polly didn’t press the subject anymore, instead she just smiled at Betty and mimicked a zip closing her mouth. She started to type away at her keyboard, and then there was a ding to signal that Betty had a new message. She opened it up, and clicked on the link Polly had sent through. It took her to the visa page on the immigration website, which Betty bookmarked before reopening her video call. “Whatever happens, with school or with whoever..” She winked,“I really want you to think about what I said, about coming here. I think it could be really good for you, Betty.” The smile her sister was giving her warmed Betty’s chest. She nodded, smiling herself.
“Okay, I will. I promise.” Then Betty’s face dropped, the sound light footsteps up the stairs alerting her to Alice’s approach. “Shit, Mums coming.” Betty warned her sister.
“Okay, that’s my cue. I have to go to work anyway. Keep me updated, okay?”
“Of course, Poll.” Betty could hear her mother calling her name now.
“And think about it, please. I’ll call you soon, love you. Bye!” Betty didn’t have time to reply before the call was ended and the screen went black, just as Alice let herself in without knocking.
“Elizabeth, are your ears turned off or what? I was calling you from downstairs..” Her voice trailed off at the sight of Betty sitting cross legged on her bed, the laptop sat suspiciously in front her her. “What are you doing?” Betty scrambled to close the screen, not wanting her mum to figure out exactly what she had been doing. Polly and Alice hadn’t spoken in months, and even though it upset Betty, she wasn’t about to step on her sisters toes and blurt to their mother.
“Sorry, I was just doing some research, I was really engrossed in it I didn’t hear you calling out.” Betty knew how much of a shitty liar she was, and for a moment she almost expected Alice to confront her about it. But instead she just gave her a knowing smile.
“Good girl. Now, is it tonight you are staying over at the Jones’?” Betty nodded, getting slightly worried Alice was about to tell her she wasn’t allowed. “I’m not exactly happy about you staying over night on that side of town, but you’ve made a commitment, so. What time would you like me to take you?” Betty let out a breath she hadn’t really realised she’d been holding.
“JBs soccer match finishes after 3, so sometimes before that. Gladys left me a key, and I don’t really want to leave JB on her own at all.” Alice nodded, agreeing with Betty’s responsible reasoning.
“Okay, fine. Just let me know.” Alice made to leave her bedroom, turning her head round just as she got to the door. “Oh, and next time, please ask Polly to answer my calls.” And then she was gone. Betty fell back against her bed, letting out a deep sigh. Why couldn’t her family just be normal, just for once. She let her mind wonder to Pollys suggestion for a moment, thinking about how much fun it would be to live in a different country, let alone city. She had always wanted to go to London, and given that her sister was there, who she missed so much, it was certainly something worth considering. Not even to mention how the further away from Alice she was, the better she would feel. Betty couldn’t stop herself from getting excited, the thought of seeing so many sights and having so many new experiences was pulling on her heart strings. She was snapped out of her daze by a text alert.
<b>So, I hear you’re staying at my place tonight? </b>
Jugheads name on her screen was something else that pulled on her heart strings.
<b>She’s paying me double time, for both children.</b>
She laughed out loud as she sent her reply.
<b>So I watch JB, you watch me? </b>
Betty knew she was being baited, but she took it anyway.
<b>Something along those lines. </b>
But the irony wasn’t lost on Betty. She had wondered why on earth Gladys would ask her to stay and look after JB, when she had a brother who was perfectly capable. She filed the thought away, adding it to the pile of things that didn’t add up with the Jones family.
<b>When do I get my cut of the cash then, Coop? </b>
Betty bit her lip, trying to conjure up some witty reply.
<b>Oh no, does being a broody biker boy not pay too well? </b>
She just watched her screen, waiting for his reply.
<b>It’s a struggle out here.</b>
She smiled at the screen, but before she could type out a reply, he sent another.
<b>But I accept all major payment types ;) </b>
And there she was, blushing from a text. Just from some words on a tiny little screen. Normally Betty was repelling of mindless flirting from boys, but it seemed not the case for this one.
<b>Lesson number one: Don’t underestimate the other guy’s greed.” </b>
His reply was quick this time.
<b>Did you just quote Scarface? I think I might love you. </b>
Betty could feel her heart start to race beneath her ribs, as yet another blush creeped across her cheeks. She quickly threw her phone face down on her bed with a grin, thinking she might keep him hanging for a little while.
It was 11am now and she had more than enough time to get ready to leave. She glanced back at her phone before she quickly rose from her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She turned the shower on and made sure to grab her razor, she was definitely planning on wearing her shortest pair of pyjama pants tonight, so she needed to make sure she was prepared.
She climbed into the shower, letting her thoughts roam as the water beat into her back. Alice had no idea about Jughead, and Betty was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be so accepting of her staying the night if she did. Must remember not to slip up, she thought to herself.
And then Archie’s voice was in her head <i>“Just be careful.”</i> Careful of what? Jughead? She thought. Even though Betty knew how it would look to an outsider, she felt she knew Jughead well enough to know she didn’t need to be careful. He was not who everyone thought he was. And although she didn’t quite know just how far his charm has gotten him with other girls, she could only presume, there was no pressure.
She shook her head, flicking water everywhere. Of course there was no pressure, there was no nothing. She didn’t even know if he liked her, he could just be mindlessly flirting to pass the time. God knows she was making it easy for him. She couldn’t really lie to herself anymore, there was no denying the fact that she felt some kind of something for Jughead. And the thought of spending some time alone with just him made that fluttery feeling in her chest return tenfold. She sighed deeply before she reached for the vanilla body wash.
She made a beeline straight for her phone once she was back in her room, she had intended to drag it out a bit longer but she knew she was slightly pathetic and just couldn’t. Jughead had sent her another message.
<b>If you start quoting Quinten Tarantino I might just have to marry you right now. </b>
<b>Shall I get my Mia Wallace costume ready for the ceremony? </b>
They spent the next few hours throwing film references back and forward, and Betty was surprised how attractive she found his ability to just run quotes off at bay. They had made plans to watch a film later tonight when JB was asleep, and Betty couldn’t explain why she was so excited.
It was late evening and Betty was at the Jones household now, laid back on the couch watching some trashy reality TV with JB who was coming down from her victory high.
“Two goals, Jelly? That’s amazing.” Betty felt like a proud big sister, which was kind of ironic in a way. Jellybean beamed from the other side of the living room.
“Wish Jug would hurry up and get home so I can brag to him.” Betty laughed, she loved the playful relationship between the two. Jughead wasn’t home yet, although Betty wasn’t surprised. He had mentioned he would be out until late evening, and it was obviously one of those errands Betty wouldn’t dare ask about. Not that it was any of her business. She made her way to the kitchen and busied herself by making some dinner for Jellybean, Gladys had left out ingredients to make mac and cheese. It was almost too simple for Betty’s culinary talent, but she must have left out of her bio.
“I am old enough to feed myself, jeez Mum.” Jellybean sighed, coming into the kitchen behind Betty, she took a seat on one of the island stools. “I swear she still thinks I’m 8.”
“You’re the baby after all.” Betty joked, picking up the saucepan to drain the macaroni. She tried to ignore the way her pulse sped up at the distant sound of a motorbike approaching, then turning down the street.
“I don’t think Jug was ever a baby.” Jellybean pondered. “I swear he just walked out of the womb with that beanie on his head and that stupid scowl on his face.” Both girls burst out into laughter while Betty added the cheese sauce to the macaroni. Jellybeans laughter stopped almost instantly as the front door opened and Jughead lumbered in with his helmet under his arm.
“Oh my god, Jug? What the hell happened to you?” Jellybeans voice was laced with so much concern Betty’s head automatically whipped around to see what was wrong. Her heart leaped into her throat. He’d obviously been involved in some kind of fight, there was a graze on his cheek that was caked with dried blood, and his eye was turning a light purple colour. Jellybean rushed over to him, trying to get a closer look.
“It’s nothing.” Jughead shrugged, locking eyes with Betty before his gaze fell to the floor.
“It doesn’t look lik-”
“Forsythia, leave it.” He snapped, not giving anyone a second glance as he stormed into the hall. Betty was shocked, for more than one reason. She had ever heard Jughead raise his voice to JB like that, nor had she ever seen her look so hurt. And she was also surprised at the fact that Jughead had called her Forsythia, which Betty took at a guess was her real name. Betty cleared her throat before announcing that dinner was ready.
“Is it okay if I eat in my room? I’m kind of tired.” Jellybean sounded deflated, and Betty couldn’t help but wonder if Jughead showing up like this was something that happened regularly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
“Of course. Are you alright, JB?” Betty asked as she handed her a bowl full of pasta. Jellybean just shrugged, accepting her dinner with a thanks she headed upstairs. Betty served herself a bowl, and took it into the lounge to eat. She flicked through a few channels, settling on some rom com so distract her. As she ate she couldn’t help feeling a little annoyed that her plans for the night had been soiled. Just as she thought about heading to the spare room herself, Jughead leaned around the doorway, a DVD copy of Inglorious Basterds sticking out between his crossed arms.
“I’m going to have to take back that proposal.” He said lightly, nodding toward the TV. “And here I was, thinking you had good taste.” Betty noticed he wouldn’t look directly at her face. She didn’t reply, instead just watched him as he came and sat beside her on the couch. She could see the tension in his shoulders. He sat on her right side, so she couldn’t see the gash on his face. His hair was damp, though, and she could smell the shampoo he had used. Betty reached out her hand to cradle his chin between her thumb and forefinger, slowly turning his face around so she could get a closer look. The cut was clean, all traces of the dried blood down the drain. Now it was clean Betty could see it wasn’t awfully big, relieved that it probably would heal quickly.
“Do you want some ice, for your eye?” She asked lowly. She could feel his breath on her face, and realising the proximity she dropped her hand from his chin and pulled back. Jughead just nodded slowly, swallowing hard.
“It really doesn’t hurt that bad, and it’s not swelling up. I’m fine, honestly.” He finally looked her in the eye then, and she could see the sincerity in them. “I’m sorry, about before. I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”
“I don’t think it’s me you need to apologise too.” Betty noted. Jughead groaned, dropping his head back against the couch. He brought his hands up to drag down his face.
“Fuck, and I called her by her real name. She’s going to kill me.” Betty couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at the fact that that was his main concern. “She’s going to tell you mine now. And eye for an eye.”
“Is it really that bad?” Betty asked, nudging his side with her shoulder. He gave her a look that gave her the answer.
“You basically already know, you just need to take away a few letters.” He watched her face for a moment, wondering is she was going to try and work it out. Instead she just shrugged.
“You can tell me when you’re ready.” He gave her a small smile, to which she responded with a smirk. “Unless Jellybean gets too it first, of course.” He groaned again. She pulled the DVD from his hand, waving it in front of him. “You still wanna watch this, then?”
“If you do, yeah.” He looked at her hopefully. She nodded quickly, throwing the case back into his lap.
“I’m going to go get changed. You put this in and make some popcorn.” She was leaving the room before he could reply, making her way upstairs to the spare room where she had put all her stuff. She quickly changed into her, almost too short, pyjama shorts and a white loose tank she used for sleeping. She took her hair out from its ponytail, running her fingers through it so it sat nicer. She glanced at herself in the mirror before leaving the room, wondering why the hell she cared so much what she looked in in pyjamas, for god sake. Jellybeans bedroom door is the last in the hall before the stairs, so Betty stood outside and knocked lightly.
“You okay, Jelly?” She calls through the door.
“Yeah, thanks Betty.” Came her reply. “I’m just going to get an early night.”
“Okay, see you in the morning.” Betty reminded herself to check on her again later, just to make double sure she was okay. She could smell the popcorn as she headed down the stairs, slightly surprised at what awaited her in the lounge.
Jughead had turned all the lights off, made the popcorn which was in a bowl in his lap that was covered with the soft throw from the back of the couch. He looked up from the TV where the opening menu was playing to Betty, smiling sweetly he pulled up a corner of the blanket, patting the spot next to him on the couch. She watched his eyes gaze down the length of her legs, feeling a smirk grow on her face at how his eyes lingered longer than they should have. She skipped over and climbed onto the couch next to him.
“You know this isn’t exactly a kind of snuggling film, right?” She teased, pulling the blanket over her legs.
“Oh, Coop. That is where you are mistaken.” He whispered as the film started, bringing his arm to rest against the back of the couch behind Betty. And as they watched Brad Pitt skin some nazis, Jugheads hand fell noticeably closer to Betty’s shoulder every so often, until she could feel his fingertips brushing her skin. He absentmindedly traced circles on the edge of her shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise along her arm. She shuddered at the feeling, and Jughead glanced down at her face.
“Are you cold?” He asked, and Betty could hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at him. She shook her head lightly, not wanting to look away from the screen. She could feel Jugheads gaze lingering on her face, causing the heat to rise in her chest. “You’re gorgeous, Betty. I just, I had to tell you that at least once.” The sentiment caught her by surprise, but she tried to mask it. She also tried to mask the rate at which her heart was beating considering he thought she was gorgeous.
“Just once?” She queried, shooting him some side eye. She saw him roll his eyes.
“Don’t push it, buttercup.” He joked before wrapping his arm around Betty completely and pulling her into his side. She snuggled her head into his chest, finding his heart beat was something that soothed her. The way it beat, hard and sure beneath her, confirming that she really was here. Somehow. She felt him sigh as his cheek came to rest against the top of her head. “Thanks for not asking any questions, about earlier.” He said quietly, into her hair.
“I figured I wouldn’t want to know anyway.” Betty whispered back, grasping at his shirt where her hand laid on his chest. He didn’t reply, instead he placed a light kiss into her hair. They stay like that until the movie finished, snuggled into one another. “Can you believe he worked on that script for nearly a decade?” Betty asked as she watched the credits roll down the screen.
“Yeah, that’s why it’s so good.” He laughed, more than a little biased. Betty poked her elbow into his side.
“Alright, Tarantino fanboy. Next time I get to choose, deal?” Betty crooked her neck to look up at Jughead, hoping like hell that he was on the same page as her. She would watch every film that’s ever been made if it meant she could lay into him like this, enclosed in his arm. He bopped the top of her nose with his finger.
“Deal. Thanks for babysitting me, Coop.” He smiled down at her as his fingers caressed her cheek. She took in a deep breath.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You’re going to anyway, aren’t you?” He joked, still smiling. Betty nodded her head slightly.
“It’s not that I’m complaining, because I’m having a lovely night.” She loved the way his eyes lit up the room, the depth of them emphasised by the low light in the room. “But, do I really need to be here? Can’t you watch JB?” She watched his face, waiting for a reaction, anxious that she may have poured salt into an unnecessary wound. She watched his shoulders deflate as his eyes flittered from her own, coming to focus on the wall behind her head.
“Ain’t that the million dollar question, huh?” He huffed out a humourless laugh. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but me and my Mum aren’t exactly best friends.” Betty snorted at the sarcasm, that fact sure wasn’t lost on her. His eyes fell back to hers. “But, long story short. She doesn’t trust me enough to look after Jellybean.” Now that he was looking at her again, she could see the ache that he buried deep. Betty’s brow furrowed.
“How could she not? You’re a great big brother.” Jughead widened his eyes at her, referencing back to earlier in the evening. Betty sighed and pulled away from him, choosing to sit up and face him directly. “Come on, Jug, anyone can see how much you freaking love your sister just by watching you with her. Surely you’re the one person in the world your Mum should trust her with?” She reached out and grasped his hand between her own and felt his fingers tighten around her own.
“I remind her too much of my Dad, Betts. I can see it whenever she looks at me. She’ll deny it if anyone asks, but I know it.” His grip on her hand tightened even more as he spoke, and his gaze was so heavy Betty could almost see it, a thick haze in the air. “I can fucking feel it. If she doesn’t hate me yet, she must be close too it.”
“Jug.. ” Betty’s voice is low. She hadn’t meant for her line of questioning to bring her here, but she wanted to know everything he was willing to tell her.
“I know, I know how it sounds but I can’t help feeling that way.” Jugheads voice comes out so weak that it physically hurts Betty to hear. She raised a hand to his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Her other was still grasped between Jugheads hands.
“You are justified to feel how you feel, Jughead.” Her voiced trailed off, wanting to ask a question that she already knew the answer too. But he hadn’t told her directly, and she wasn’t about to give away what she already knew. “Your Dad, is he..” Jughead swallowed hard before answering, his gaze fell to their clasped hands.
“He’s in prison, yeah. Mum just thinks I’m going to end up like him. Like I’m some kind of carbon copy. I look like him, I think my leather gives her some kind of fucking flashbacks.” His eyes flick back up to hers again, with so much heat it takes Betty by surprise. She swore almost feel the heat behind them, warming her skin. “But I’m not, Betty. Im not gonna end up like him.” He started to shake his head repeatedly, back and forth back and forth. Betty pulled her other hand from his grasp, bringing it to his other cheek so she could hold his face still.
“Hey, hey, I know.” Betty cooed, trying to reassure him.
“I love my Dad. I do. But I don’t want to be him. I’m not going to be him. I’m going to college, I’m going to get out.” He was still shaking, Betty’s hands didn’t do much in the way of stopping that but she sure wasn’t about to drop them. His voice was no longer weak, it came out sure, strong. There were tears in his eyes, but they were from anger. From frustration. “This is all just a means to and end. I swear it. I won’t be him. This won’t be my life.” And she believes it, she believes him.
“Juggie, hey, I know. I know.” Betty tried to calm him down, stroking her hands down his face. “You’re worth so much more than any of this, you know that. I know that. The people who matter, know that.” Her thumb caught a tear that betrayed him, trailing down his face. His eyes are trained on her face, tracing all her features before catching her gaze. The air was static between them. Betty was almost to afraid to move for for fear of being shocked. Jugheads tongue ran along his bottom lip as his gaze flicked between Betty’s eyes and her mouth. Suddenly Betty was parched and Jughead was the only means of survival she could see.
“I.. Betty,” His voice trailed off, silently asking permission. She gave it too him in the form of pressing her mouth to his. Softly at first, her fingertips pressing hard into the skin of his face. Their lips stick together slightly as she pulled away, and she opened her eyes in time to see a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. That was enough of an invitation for Betty to kiss him again, harder this time. More sure. And she must have done something right, because Jugheads hands suddenly gripped her waist tightly. Betty whimpered into his mouth at the pressure. He used his leverage to push her back against the couch, one of his hands came to grasp her neck, his fingers tangling into her hair, tugging lightly. She ran her tongue against his, willing to to tangle with his own. He’s hovered over her now, bracing himself on his forearms. But he’s not close enough for Betty’s liking, and she lets him know by wrapping her legs around his waist, locking them together and pulling him down on top of her.
She could feel him against her core, the friction making her burn. Bucking her hips up towards him, she rolled against the hardness in his jeans, revelling in the groan that grew in his throat. His mouth traced kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his teeth grazed against her collarbone.
“Jug, wait, hold on.” She pushed lightly against his chest, only wanting him take his weight from her. But Jughead sat up quickly, raising his hands up, palm out. She couldn’t help but miss him against her.
“We take this at your pace, Betty. Whatever you wanna do.” He said it so sincerely, Betty almost choked on her words. She hadn’t mean for him to take it that way, he wasn’t pushing her to do anything. Hell, she had kissed him first after all.
“I just, I’ve never..” She gave him a lopsided smile as she sat back up beside him.
“Anything?” He raised his brow, the surprise evident in his tone. She looked away shyly, shaking her head. It’s not that it was something to be embarrass about, she was only 16. But here, with Jughead, she was overwhelmed with the need to impress him. And it was ridiculous. He grabbed her face gently, pulling it back to his his own as he kissed her nose.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, it’s probably a good thing, because I can be pretty territorial..” He widened his eyes in suggestion, causing Betty to laugh lightly. Her voice was light, and she closer her eyes before she spoke.
“It’s just, I know you’ve probably got people to compare me too and I’m worried I won’t li-”
“Woah, hey.” He shook her head lightly between his hands. She opened her eyes to look at him, and his smile is almost too much. It was like looking directly into the sun. “Nobody compares to you, Coop. Trust me. And I mean,” He shrugged, “I’ve had a few starters but never a main course.”
She laughed, hard, “You what?” He shook his head.
“Sorry, crappy analogy. I’ve done other things, but I’ve never had sex before.” He said it just like that, he didn’t shy away from it.
“Really, seriously?” She was genuinely shocked. He laughed at the look on her face.
“Yes, Betty. I swear. Everything you may have heard has all been lies.” He winked. “Except I guess I am kinda cute.” She smacked his arm before pressing her mouth to his again, pulling away only for a moment.
“You’re cute as fuck, Jones. Now take me to bed. Doing this on your Mothers couch feels like a betrayal.” She faked a shudder before accepting the hand he held out for her. He stopped to kiss her so many times on the way to his bedroom it took nearly 10 minutes to get up the stairs. They finally made it to his room, and she only had a moment to take in his minimalist approach to décor before she’s pushed into his bed on her back. She took him in as he pulled off his t shirt, all his angles and dips of muscle. He was a hell of a lot leaner than that leather jacket would let you believe.
And then his mouth was on hers again, wet and heavy. He was being cautious, but Betty wanted none of that. She grabbed one of his hands from where it lay above her head, leading it down her side to rest against her thigh. He pulled away from her mouth to give her a look that said ever so clearly <i>are you sure? </i> She nodded so vigorously her head could have come away from her neck. He mouth was back on her neck, it seemed to be his favourite spot. The hand she had placed on her thigh trailed back up her side, snaking underneath her tank top. She was suddenly aware of every inch of her skin as his fingers caressed the skin underneath her breast.
He let his fingers wonder so slowly, Betty knew it was for her benefit. She could tell him to stop anytime, and of course he would. But she trusted him with this. With herself. So she welcomed the feeling that took over her whole body when his fingers danced over her nipple so slightly. She welcomed every feeling Jughead Jones would cause with open arms. He swept and pulled at her gently, and she could feel the heat polling between her thighs. She had never been overcome with such need in her entire life.
“Juggie.. Please.” She spoke so lightly into his mouth, raising her hips to meet his, letting him know just exactly what she was asking for. He led his hand back down to her thing, trailing along the her of her pyjama shorts.
“These legs, Coop.” He let out a low whisper and shook his head. “Honestly.”
Betty couldn’t really find any words to reply, instead using her tongue for another purpose. Her breath hitched as she felt his hand slip beneath her shorts. He ran his fingers along her lightly, groaning at the dampness of the material.
“Fucking hell, Betty.” He looked down at her and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth shyly. He held eye contact as he quicker his pace, rubbing over the material of her panties. Betty’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, wondering why it never felt this good when she did it herself. She surprised herself with the moan that escaped her mouth as Jugheads fingers slipped underneath her panties.
There was no way she could ever put into words how this felt. Every nerve ending was standing upright, tingling every time he moved his fingers against her. Her head fell back against the pillow with a thud, giving Jughead full access to her neck yet again. He sucked on the base of her neck at the same time he slipped a single digit inside of her, slowly. The shock the pain and pleasure caused her eyes to open, her pupils blown wide. Jughead was looking down at her, the look on his face one Betty had never seen before.
“I’ll go slow,” He said softly, “If you need me to stop, you just tell me, okay?” Tears stung behind Betty’s eyes, not from the pain but instead from the way Jughead was looking at her. As if she was ethereal. “You are so beautiful.”
“Don’t.. Don’t stop.” Was all Betty could manage in reply. He peppered more kisses down her neck as added a second finger into her, moving slowly to let her adjust. When her moans became more certain, Jughead started to move his thumb against her clit. Then it was all over for Betty. “Jughead! Fuck, oh my..” He quickened his pace, curling his fingers inward slightly to hit that spot that made her cuss. His thumb worked quick circles against her clit. Given it was a first for Betty, all this partnered with Jughead sucking on the base of her neck meant she fell apart against his hand quicker than she would have liked. The scratches she left down his back evidence of how much she had enjoyed herself.
He wiped his fingers on the bed sheet before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against his side.
“You okay, baby?” He cooed, kissing her temple.
“Jughead.” She was still catching her breath. “That was.. I can’t find an appropriate enough word for whatever the hell that was. Except, thank you?” She felt him laugh against her. She couldn’t fight the yawn that escaped her, and Jughead pulled her even tighter against him. He placed another kiss on her forehead.
“You did so good. Let’s get you some rest, huh?” Suddenly Betty was exhausted, she didn’t even have enough energy to muster a response. Instead she just wrapped her arms around Jugheads middle and rest her head again his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart sing her to sleep. Just as the claws of sleep were pulling her in, she felt a Jughead whisper into her hair.
“You are something else, Betty Cooper.” He sighed. “I’m so done for.”
She fell asleep with what could possibly the happiest heart on the planet.
Jack is having way too much fun with this. Also- fuck, if this is a fucking DANTI collab it explains why it took so long to edit. I mean Robin was on holidays and couldn't do anything so maybe teamiplier took it upon themselves? Idk im freaking out over the reborn thing too
just when we think we’re taking a breather, jack pulls out the big guns. that man, i swear…
or perhaps they were editing their respective characters? like mark doing dark’s parts, and then jack/robin doing anti’s parts now? who knows! it might not be a collab with them, but anything could happen!
request: “Can you make a drabble with #s 21 and 41 and 62? With Yoongi please? And
as fluffy as possible? Pretty please with cherry on top? ^^“ ~Anon
you a present
is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in
supposed to talk me out of this
pairing: yoongi x you
word count: 697
A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for forever I’m so sorry I didn’t post it sooner! ~Admin B
“Hey dude.” You closed the door to the studio behind you
with your foot, balancing take out boxes, drinks and your purse in your arms.
Yoongi grunted from his desk. Headphones covered his ears, and he looked like
he was adjusting the levels for something. With whatever was playing in his
ear, he probably didn’t even hear your greeting.
After clearing your arms, you grabbed one of the boxes and a
drink, leaving everything else on the small futon and walked over to Yoongi. You
used your elbows to knock the headphones off his head, demanding attention. “I
got you a present. The least you can do is say thank you,” you teased.
Rolling his eyes, he took the food from your hands and set
it down on the only empty spot on his very cluttered desk. “Thank you, Y/N,” he
droned, going along with the joke.
“You really ought to clean up your work space. How the hell
do you know where everything is?”
Yoongi shrugged, still typing and clicking away in his
program. “Oh hey you wanna do me a favor?”
Skeptical, you leaned on the edge of his desk. “What kind of
“I’m not going to ask you to put hot sauce in Jungkook’s
underwear again,” he promised. “My singer backed out, and all the recordings I
have of her aren’t useable. I just need you to record like two minutes worth of
audio for me.” Yoongi said it so casually, like you were a trained singer or
“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?”
This was taking far too long; he knew you could do it. He’d
heard you sing along to his groups songs. You weren’t a pro but you were good
enough that he’d put you on a track. Finally turning away from his computer, he
laid out his pitch. “Look, I need this thing done ASAP, and you’re the only
person I know who could do this right now. I can edit out any faults, it’ll
take you like twenty minutes tops to learn the part. And you’ll get paid of
course, singers get paid to do this stuff.”
You took a moment to contemplate the offer. “This is without
a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
Grinning, he rummaged through the stuff on his desk, pulling
out a few pieces of paper and a CD. “Here’s the lyrics and the sheet music,
here’s the recording with the example of the song. Just listen for the female
voice in the back.” After thirty or so minutes of non-stop practice, you were
ready. Or at least, Yoongi said you were.
The example track had the original vocalist on it, who was
very off key. Yoongi helped you figure out what the notes actually were once
you had the timing itself down and got you situated in the recording booth.
With headphones on and Yoongi back in his seat, the nerves
were starting to set in. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this.” Seeing him
chuckle silently through the glass didn’t help either.
He clicked the button on his end and Yoongi’s voice flowed
into the headphones. “Just sing, I’m on a deadline babe.”
A month later, when the song had finally been released, you
went over to the dorms to have a celebratory dinner with the boys. It wasn’t
too big of a deal, so Jin just made a few extra dishes for dinner. Over the bustle of serving food, Namjoon asked
Yoongi, “Hey dude, who did you use as back-up vocals? I might want to use her
for the thing I’ve been conceptualizing.”
Hearing your name, you looked up from the bowl of kimchi you
were holding. “Yes?”
“No, I used Y/N-ah on the track. That’s her singing.”
“Holy shit, that’s you?” Namjoon asked. Immediately, all the
commotion stopped and all eyes were on you.
“Y/N! I didn’t know you could sing like that!”
“That really doesn’t sound like you at all. Wow.”
“You have to sing around us more often now!”
“We have to do a
None of them were ever going to forget this, were they?
I do not allow reposting or translations of any of my work.
Because I have been feeling rather nostalgic recently, I felt a strong urge to draw (and regretfully post) at least one color picture of Kaiser Ken. I didn’t do much coloring due to the lack of a tablet… I tried (what I did took a long time as it was.) I know people think it is weird but this character and the show he is from mean a whole lot to me because they helped me through a hard time. That is why I so strongly love both to this day.
Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: Smut Word count: 1,500
Summary: Request from anon- “Your first time with Jimin.”
A/N: Ah yes, I am back with some shameless smut. I don’t know how well I do with just strictly smut because I find it hard to write it unless I’m in the mood, but I hope it’s not too terrible and you all enjoy it. ANON I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND I’M SORRY THAT THIS TOOK ME FOREVER ;-; (also please excuse any mistakes. Editing your own work is hard OKAY? ♡)
“Ji-Jimin! Jimin, please,” You pant into the palm of your hand, dragging it across your cheek with a whine, fingers smudging whatever lipstick was still intact from the press of Jimin’s lips not long before. You tangle your fingers in your hair, sharply tugging at the root when a lazy swipe of the tongue against your clit makes you jolt.
“Hmm? What is it, baby?” He hums thoughtfully, thick fingers stroking that perfect spot that had your back arching, toes curling and tears prickling the corners of your eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
He’d been working at you for over a half an hour already, taking his time and bringing you so close to release that you could taste it on the tip of your tongue, but easing off when he’d feel you clench desperately around his fingers, threatening you with a ‘Don’t even think about it.’ whispered against the soft skin of your inner thigh. You felt as though you were losing your mind, wailing and shaking with burning need to just cum already.
‘“Here.” Livvy stood up, scooping an apple from the
table. “Have this instead.” She went forward and held out the apple to
her brother. Emma thought she looked like a latter-day Snow White with
her long dark hair and the apple in her pale hand. “You don’t mind
apples, do you?”
“My thanks, gracious sister.” Mark bowed and took the apple, while Livvy looked at him with her mouth partly open.
“You never call me ‘gracious sister,’” she said, turning to Julian with an accusing look.
He grinned. “I know you too well, runt.”’
Episodes I love to the moon and back: Supernatural 10.02Reichenbach “That kid is going to spend his whole life knowing that he had his shot and that he could’t beat me, that ain’t mercy. That’s the worst thing I could have done to him. And what I’m gonna do to you Sammy, that ain’t gonna be mercy either.”