i love any way he moves his body

quickie || t.h || {sequel to tease}

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Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Delayed interviews means Tom and you can have some time with each other. 

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this is like a sorta sequel to tease (you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on though) I think I’m just gonna make it like a series of events sorta thing!!

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Thirty-Six

Summary: Things are tense after your secret is revealed but, by the time you get to NOLA, everything seems to be getting better. When Jared wakes up on your birthday, he realises that might not be the case.
Words: 4k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, Gino, JJ, Dallas (OC)
Warnings: angst
Beta: birthday girl @blacksiren

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You and Dallas stayed in Vancouver while everyone else went back to Texas that weekend.

The original plan was for you to go down with them, putting Bailey in the kennels so you could all go to Austin City Limits, but you just weren’t in the mood.

You’d been sleeping on the couch for the last few days, despite Jared and Gen’s insistence that you should come to bed with them. You just couldn’t bring yourself to join them.

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Request:  Could you write one about Harry liking y/n but she’s hesitant to say him because he’s a celeb and his pr team makes him meet up with Camille and so she doesn’t think he’s serious about her to begin with and that just pushes her away even more?

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Harry

Word Count: 2654

“It’s just a lovely time at Nick’s house, ya know,” Sam said, tousling his hair. You sighed, knowing that you were going to talk with Nick and Sam for fifteen minutes before they wander off and mingle with the other people at Nick’s ‘little’ gathering.

“I know, but I’m nervous. You usually leave me alone with some geezer.”

Sam shrugged. “Look, Y/N, just find some friends and have some fun. It’s not like we’re purposely doing it.” He squeezed your knee and reached across you, opening the car door. The both of you exited the car and walked up to Nick’s house. The place was already turning into a party scene, and you weren’t here for it.

Within minutes, there was a drink in your hand and people drunkenly tripping over themselves.

“Are we late for the party?” you asked.

“No, we’re a bit early, in fact,” Sam laughed.

Fast forward to two hours later, and you had traded your vodka drink for water. You weren’t much of a drinker, especially in this atmosphere. As always, Sam had abandoned you, and you were stuck with dodging drunks and avoiding chaos. It was difficult, though.

As you backed up from the couch that had a couple making out on it, you bumped into someone. It was quite normal to bump into someone, but this incident involved the person’s drink spilling down your back. The cold drink seeped through your clothes and traveled down your back and side. You gasped and tried to hold onto your own drink.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” you recognized the voice, but you couldn’t quite see the person yet. As you turned, you immediately recognized the person as Harry Styles.

“No, I’m sorry. I was trying to get out of here and bumped into you.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Harry stated as he lead you to the upstairs bathroom. You could feel eyes on you and Harry’s hands interlocked. They had their assumptions, and they saw that the two of you were making your way upstairs. You were started to become embarrassed.

Harry lightly dragged you into the bathroom. “Alright, I’ll just,” he paused and finally grabbed a towel from the cupboard. He started dabbing the towel against your wet shirt.

“Again, ’m really sorry 'bout this,” he mumbled.

“Honestly, it’s no big deal.”

He glanced up at you and smiled. “We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

You nodded. “Yeah, at another of Nick’s gatherings. It was a bit more calm, though. We talked for a couple of hours, yeah?”

Harry thought for a second. “Oh, you’re Y/N, the aspiring artist? Yeah, I knew you looked familiar. Done any amazing paintings lately?” he asked as he continued to 'clean’ your shirt.

“I’ve done a few paintings, I don’t know about amazing, though.”

“Well, I’d love to see them, if you don’t mind.”

You turned to fully look at Harry. “Really? Yeah, sure I can show them to you. That’d be nice.”

The two of you talked for a little bit, even though Harry had finished with the towel and placed it on the counter. Soon enough, you guys had made plans to see each other later that week.

“Oi, some of us 'ave to take a shit, not gossip. Hurry up,” said a stranger who banged on the door.

You and Harry hurried with opening up the door and shuffling out, giggling as you passed the guy. Already, you didn’t want to go back downstairs; there was beer everywhere and people who probably didn’t even know their last names.

Harry grabbed your hand again and started pulling you along, but stopped at the top of the stairs as he glanced down at everyone.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, please.”

He dragged you through the mass of people, once in a while waving to someone who knew him. Before too long, you were both at the door, shoving some people aside to make it through. Once the door opened, you breathed in the fresh, cool air. No longer did it smell like sweat and alcohol.

“Never 'ave been a massive fan of parties. They get too loud and too many people to 'ave a good time,” Harry informed you.

You nodded in understanding. “Same here. My friends usually drag me here.”

You both walked down the driveway, hands still held together.

“Want a burger?” you suddenly asked.

“A burger? At this time? It’s like, midnight,” Harry chuckled.

“Oh come on, I’m starving,” you laughed as you pulled Harry along. “I think there’s a burger place about ten minutes from here.”

You guys talked as you walked, letting the other person know the basics of your life; family members, jobs and what they were like, and other experiences. By the time you were at the burger place, you were explaining to Harry how Christmas worked with your family.

You both ordered burgers and sat at a small booth in the corner. Harry started explaining how his touring worked when working with the other boys. He was saying how much fun he had and how much he would love to continue it, but the he and the boys just needed a break.

Throughout the next hour of eating your burgers and talking, you and Harry soon knew each other better than you thought you would. You’d met before, but it wasn’t anything special, just a quick introduction from Nick.

You yawned, covering your mouth. Harry chuckled.

“I think we should get you home. It is quite late. I’m starting to get tired myself,” he stood and stretched. You both left a tip on the table after cleaning up your mess.

You and Harry took a cab to your apartment, making the drive only about fifteen minutes. He held your hand the whole way, lightly stroking it with his thumb. It felt nice, and you wanted to lean against him, but you knew that you weren’t that close. Besides, even though the butterflies were in your stomach, that doesn’t mean butterflies were in his stomach. He was an idol to women all over the world, why would he have butterflies for you?

The ride was mainly silence, except for soft jazz playing from the radio. You were comfortable. Harry was radiating heat and kindness and love and maybe you weren’t drinking water at the party. Perhaps you had had a drink. You looked at Harry, admiring how relaxed yet firm his face was.

As you were dropped off at your apartment, Harry rolled don the cab window. “Tonight was fun, love. You 'ave my number, right?”

You nodded, remembering Harry giving you his number at the diner. You and Harry stared at each other for a while before the cab driver finally pulled away.


“Harry, you have absolutely no popcorn left. You are officially a disgrace,” you groaned from your spot in front of the cupboard. You and Harry were having a movie night and you couldn’t believe Harry wasn’t prepared.

Your relationship with Harry grew over the past few months, even though he was going on tour soon and constantly promoting his new film. If you didn’t see each other, you were texting each other.

You couldn’t help but also notice your feelings towards Harry. If he was rumored to be dating another girl, you became jealous and distant from him, claiming that you just weren’t feeling well. But when you two were cuddling on the couch watching British panel shows, you felt at home with him.

You discussed your struggle to Sam.

“He’s famous and rich and lovely, and I’m me. He can get any girl he wants,” you babbled.

Sam laughed, rubbing your shoulder. “Y/N, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He can get any girl he wants, and he wants you.”

At the time, you didn’t believe Sam. Now, however, you were paying more attention to the look on Harry’s face when he saw you, or how his body language changed. You started to believe what Sam had mentioned.

“I moved it, pet,” Harry said as he stretched his arms up to the top shelf and grabbed a bag.

You nodded and grabbed the bag from Harry. He was being a bit distant lately, which disappointed you. You didn’t want to push him, but you didn’t want him to think you didn’t notice.

The whole movie the two of you sat next to each other. If Harry wanted you to cuddle, he would raise his arm up for you to nestle into him. However, he placed his hands on his lap and fidgeted throughout the entire movie.

“Is everything alright?” you finally asked after the movie was over.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem off tonight. Like you’re anxious,” you pointed out.

He shrugged and stretched. “Oh, well,” he paused. “I should tell you that I’m heading over to L.A. in a few days. Just doing some promo stuff and whatnot.”

You were both quiet for a few minutes before you nodded. “Cool. I’ll be here,” you smiled.


It had been a week since Harry had left for the States and you were stuck at home either reading books or working. Sam had invited himself over for lunch, which wasn’t a huge deal, except that you didn’t have a lot of food in your house.

“So, how are you and Harry now that he’s… ya know,” Sam implied.

You raised your eyebrows. “He’s what? I don’t understand.”

Sam placed a hand over his mouth. “Oh no. You don’t know?”

You placed your fork down and stared at Sam, waiting for him to tell you.

“He’s dating someone now. Like, it’s official or something. There’s rumors saying he was dating her before he even left for L.A., and it’s maybe been going on for like, months now. Her name is Camille and she’s a model, pretty successful.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down towards your plate. Of course. This is what you’ve been waiting for. You and Harry had grown fairly close, but you were a broke artist trying to make her way in the world and Harry met with models all the time. You couldn’t believe you actually convinced yourself that Harry may like you.

The rest of your day was horrid. You’d barely paid attention to Sam, you were gloomy, and you kept talking yourself down. It was nearing dinner time when Sam left, and you didn’t even want to eat. You spent the rest of the evening restlessly watching TV shows when you finally decided to go onto Twitter.

It was everywhere. The news was spilled to some press and the pictures would haunt you forever. Harry and Camille standing next to each other, them talking in an intimate way, and Harry having his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

You hadn’t noticed you started crying until you sniffled loudly. You weren’t pretty enough or rich enough, or even that well known. You were just Harry’s close friend, and that was all.

After crying for a few more minutes, you wiped away your tears and heard your phone buzz once.

“Noticed I didn’t get a text from you.” Harry had texted.

You didn’t want to respond. You weren’t sure if you were mad at Harry or upset with yourself for being a disappointment. However, you knew Harry would show concern if you didn’t text back.

“I’ve just been busy.”

“Oh, okay. I’m heading to the airport now and I should be back in London tomorrow if you want to do something.”

You hated this. You were pretending to be nice to Harry when in reality, you didn’t want to see him. You were a mess.

“I think I’ll just stay home.”

You instantly regretted your text. When Harry asked if you wanted to do something, you never tuned him down. He was always fun to be around, and he made your day a bit brighter. But the weather forecast called for tears and tissues for you tomorrow.

He never responded. So you shut off your phone and climbed into bed. The crying made you seem exhausted, and you just wanted to forget the day.


It had been two days, and he still hadn’t texted you. You hadn’t texted him, either.

You tried going about your day, instantly looking at your phone if it buzzed. Your anxiety was off the charts at any sudden sound.

It was the afternoon when you heard a knock at your door. Instantly, you heart started pounding. You composed yourself and opened the door. You lightly sucked in your breath as you made eye contact with Harry.

You smiled lightly. “Hi, Harry.”

He looked at you, flashing a very small smile, not having it quite reach his eyes. “Could I come in?”

You nodded, opening the door and stepping to the side. Harry sat on your couch and fiddled with his fingers.

“Have you been avoiding me?” he asked without glancing up at you.

“Why would you ask that?”

He gave you a look that simply said 'answer the question.’

“I haven’t been fully avoiding you. I’ve just been distracted lately,” you answered.

“So you have been avoiding me? Why?”

“I just,” you started, but stopped. “I’ve been seeing some things and I’m not sure how to approach them.” It was a bullshit excuse and Harry knew that.

“Could you just give me a straight answer, Y/N? You’re really close to me and I don’t want to 'ave a fight between us,” Harry chided. “So what 'ave you been seein’ that’s makin’ you upset?”

You sat next to him on the couch and ran a hand through your hair. “I’m just asking that you don’t be upset when I tell you. I still want to be friends with you,” you waited until he nodded. “I have been feeling differently about you lately. And I mean different as in more than friends. I really do like you, Harry, and when I found out that you were dating Camille, I was just really disappointed in myself,” you admitted.

Harry sighed and brought you closer. He noticed you were nearly in tears and rubbed your back comfortingly.

“Y/N, you must be the most blind person I’ve every met,” he said with a chuckle.

You wiped your nose a little and pulled back, watching him. “Excuse me?”

Harry was smiling wide. “Ever since I met you, I’ve been somewhat attracted to you. And the night we went out for burgers? I could’ve kissed you in that diner. It was an amazing night and I would do it again in a heartbeat. You treated me like Harry, not Harry Styles, the biggest pop star on the planet. I thought I’ve been giving you little clues ever since. The cuddling, letting you borrow my clothes, letting you meet my friends. A lot of those things were hints.”

You felt so dumb. Of course you were smiling now, holding your head in your hands and letting out a small laugh.

“But what about those few days you were acting weird? I even called you out for it, and you just dismissed it.”

Harry’s cheeks were blushed and his dimples were in full view. “I wanted to tell you I liked you then, but I couldn’t work up the nerve to do it. I was just thinking of ways and I wanted it to be special, but nothing was working. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were really into me.”

You hugged Harry and leaned against his chest. “What about Camille then? Aren’t you dating her?”

Harry shook his head with a scoff. “No. Management sent me out on a mission to stir something up. She’s nice, don’t get me wrong, but it was all a PR stunt. I think I would rather date you, instead,” he casually mentioned.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Is there something you’d like to ask me, Harry?”

Harry smiled and kissed your forehead. “Would you like to be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

You beamed with joy and leaned forward and kissed Harry, fully enjoying the taste and texture of his lips on yours. Your hands found their way to his hair, messing with the little curls. By the time you pulled back, both of you were out of breath.

“I take that as a yes?” Harry hoped.

You nodded. “I would love to.”

Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine passionate sex with Robb Stark in which you adore his ass. 

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\ Request from anonymous / 

Hi!! Could you write a smut robb stark x reader where she love squeezing his pretty butt??

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Don’t Ignore Me

Summary: Shawn’s been ignoring you and you want answers, and you definitely get the answers you need.

Requested: Yes ( Can you please write an imagine where Shawn’s head over hills for you but doesn’t want to tell you because he’s scared to ruin your relationship and scared of falling in love? So he distances himself and acts different until you’re fed up and confronts him which causes an argument and a testy eyed confession? I’m sorry if it’s too much.)

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none, maybe some language



Being good friends with Shawn definitely was good, however, sometimes that boy could be so moody. For instance, you could be hanging out at his condo one night with all of your mutual friends, and the next thing you knew, he wouldn’t talk to you for weeks. It was exhausting sometimes honestly.

Today wasn’t any different. You had woken up on the couch in Shawn’s living room after a long night at his place. He had just gotten back from finishing up a tour and had everyone come to his place for a party. You searched his fridge for something to drink when you heard footsteps enter the kitchen. You turned to see who had joined you, “Oh hey Shawn. Good morning. Do you want anything? I was thinking of making a breakfast for everyone in a little bit if that’s okay with you. Last night was a lot of fun by the way. It was good to have everyone back together again, although I have to say, I honestly don’t remember some of it.” A quick chuckle fell from your lips.

“Uh, yeah, I guess. You know where things are at.” He ran his hand through his hair, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and left to go back to his room. Your eyebrows furrowed at his short response. You sighed, knowing that this was going to be a start of his ‘ignoring you’ routine.

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BTS Reaction to you Being Insecure about your Weight (Maknae Line)

Jimin: You had always been insecure about your weight, even as a child. Always conscious of what you were wearing and what people thought of you. Something about this one night wouldn’t let you get these thoughts out of your head. “Do you think i’m too fat?” you said to Jimin while laying in bed. He would immediately put down his phone with a slightly shocked expression. “Of course not.. what makes you think that?” You would tell him how you felt about yourself. Every single word that left your mouth came as a shock to him. After you were done sharing with him, he would then shower you with kisses and compliments. “You are perfect in every single way y/n”. You knew he was serious by the tone in his voice. He knew exactly how to make you feel like the most beautiful person on the planet. You kissed and both said your ‘I love you’s” before Jimin turned off the bedside lamp and you both laid back down and allowed yourselves to drift off to sleep. 

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Jungkook: Where you lived, there were not many girls who would be considered “fat”. Before you moved you’d never really paid any attention to how your body looked, but for the past couple weeks since you moved in with your boyfriend, Jungkook, your opinions about your image were completely flipped. While Jungkook was out at the studio leaving you home alone, you decided to go out shopping and then out to eat at your favorite cafe close by. You quickly took a shower and got ready, grabbed your purse and phone, then left. The clothing stores in your area were mostly targeted toward girls with smaller figures, but you could usually find something cute to buy. You picked out a few items to try on, but before you did, you could hear quiet voices behind you. “Oh my God, how can someone get so big?” “She’s huge haha!” Although they were speaking Korean, you were fluent enough to understand what they were saying about you. You paused in your footsteps taking in their words. You immediately put the pieces of clothing back on the rack and walked quickly out the door and back home. As soon as you got there, you went in the bathroom and locked the door. You looked in the mirror while taking your shirt off. Slowly starting to notice your curves and hips, making up insults about yourself. You grabbed the fat on your stomach as a single tear slipped down your face. You started thinking to yourself how you’d never noticed. For the next few days the word “fat” lingered in your head. Every meal you came across all you did was pick at it and move it across your plate with a fork. Everything you ate made you hated yourself more and more, so you eventually just stopped altogether. Due to Jungkook’s busy schedule it was easy for you to hide starving yourself from him, but eventually he noticed. “Y/n, are you sick or something? You haven’t been eating and you’ve been looking a bit thin lately.” You hesitated to speak for a few seconds, but eventually thought of an excuse. “ Yeah, just sick. I think I just need to sleep.” He obviously knew you were lying, you were a terrible liar. “Just tell me what’s happening. Tell the truth.” His sentence hung in the air for a few minutes as he waited for your response. Something about how serious he was made you tell him everything you felt. From what the girls said about you to how you haven’t been eating. As soon as he saw tears fall from your eyes he stood up from the chair he was in and came over to hug you. His whole body engulfed you and he let you cry into his chest. He would reassure you that you are the most beautiful person to ever walk the Earth as he kissed the top of your head. He would order from your favorite takeout place and have you eat as much as you wanted to as you watched your favorite movies and played your favorite video games. After that, you both got finally into bed to sleep after such an eventful night.

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Taehyung: You and Tae were invited out to a party by his friends. You were told it was going to be kinda fancy so you took it as the chance to wear the nice dress that you bought last month. You hopped in the bathroom to take a quick shower then got out and started to do your hair and makeup. Once you were done, you headed over to your new dress. You hadn’t worn it out yet so you were extremely excited to try it on. You unzipped it and slowly stepped into it. As you pulled it up your body it stopped at your thighs. You pulled on it harder but it still wouldn’t go up. It fit a month ago and you were so confused. You noticed that your thighs and arms were getting thicker and your stomach was getting larger. You had obviously been gaining weight over the past month. Maybe it was because of your period or maybe it was because Taehyung had you eating good, but you couldn’t fit into your new dress which made you begin to panic. Soon after, Tae came into the room looking for his tie until he saw your defeated expression. The dress was still hanging around your legs. Before he could ask you what was wrong you quietly said, “Tae, I’m too fat to fit in my dress. How could I have gained so much weight in just a month…?” Seeing you upset really got to him, even if it was something as silly as gaining a bit of weight. He looked at you then at your closet. He walked over to it to pick you out another dress, one of his favorites on you. He had you step into it and zipped you up. “You look beautiful y/n, don’t ever think you are anything less than perfect.

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  **I wrote this because I struggle with weight issues myself and I always have so I know how some of you feel. I was always taller then everyone else in my classes when I was younger. I was bullied in elementary about anything you can think of. Weight, height, and even having hair on my arms?? It was so ridiculous. When I was in middle school I realised that I had severe social anxiety which led to depression. I’m in highschool now and I’ve never felt comfortable in my own skin. In the past I’ve starved myself, restricted my calories, and have had suicidal thoughts. I was so unhealthy. I still am not comfortable with my body and i’m not sure if I ever will be, but with the help of a few of my close friends I’ve gotten to where I a today and I am so thankful for that. If you ever need/want to talk about anything that you’re going through go ahead and hit me up and I will gladly talk with you :)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader
Part: 2/?
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. 
A/N: This inspired by this Sinful Sundaypost. I worked really hard on this, hope you guys like it. This might be the last part but I can’t be sure. I wrote this listening to Etta James - At Last if you want to listen. Make sure you come and let me know what you guys think!
Word count : 1,754 

Bucky stopped in his tracks the moment his eyes fell on you.


It was as if the cracks in your heart had been filled. The moment your name passed his lips, you pushed through the darkness of longing to the surface of hope with a sharp intake of breath.  

He stood still, eyes locked with yours. His chest heaved with adrenaline and uncertainty yet his eyes remained unmoved. You took a slow step forward, finding your voice you called his name softly.


His eyes closed, jaw clenched slightly. “You even sound like her” his voice was low and mostly to himself. Titling your head curiously, you realised his dilemma. The time that had passed between you had caused him to believe you were but a trick being played by his mind. Sadness clenched at your heart but still you stepped closer.

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[M] Moonlight | Three

Originally posted by jiminrolls

A/N: Hi guys! It’s Admin Sunshine, thank you for loving this fiction. I’m re-posting this fiction on my blog because soon there will be a new chapter!

PS: I’ve fixed this chapter. It contains new stuff.

Pairing: Hybrid Female Reader AU! x Yoongi

Genre: Hybrid AU!, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: None except it’s full of sin.

Words Count: 2k

Summary : As unwelcomed cat hybrid, you’ve lived in the streets since you were born. You never believed in love neither in humanity. But even though you didn’t want to be loved by someone, you wanted him to love you.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Finale

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A-Z NSFW Alphabet - Isaac Lahey

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s very big on making sure he didn’t hurt you during sex, he checks your body for bruises, scratches, even bites. He will praise you and your body while he does this.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of

theirs and also their partner’s)

Isaac loves your hips. He loves the way he is large hands wrap around them, he loves the way they move, just loves them. Any chance he gets his hands are on your hips. Personally he takes pride in his arms.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to cum on your stomach. He loves watching it run down and loves that you can watch too.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes recording you guys having sex for later. He likes to see what made you moan and squirm the most, or if he did anything wrong(this rarely ever happens if even). He also may save it for that time once in a blue moon he is forced to masturbate, porn just doesn’t do it for him every since he started having sex with you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Has almost no experience before he meets you, but still knows the basics of everything. He’s unsure of a few things and you need to help but other than that he knows how to pleasure you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

HE LOVES WHEN YOU RIDE HIM!!!!!!! He holds onto your hips guiding you, watching you bounce, your body on full display for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He likes to crack a joke or two. They’ll be times you’re in the middle of sex then you will make eye contact and just burst out laughing.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His pubes are pretty curly and that bothers him so he keeps it cleaned up down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex is very intimate to him so even known he has a high sex drive he still wants every time to be perfect and romantic as possible.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Ever since your first time together his hand just doesn’t cut it for him much anyone. He’ll do it if he has to but tries his best to get you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. He loves praising your body and you, he also loves to get praised back. He believes there’s nothing more beautiful then your bodies and the way they are together and is obsessed with showing his praise for it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He likes the couch because you guys have to be really close to each other due to lack of space.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in general turns him on like no other, he can’t get off to anyone or anything but you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He absolutely will not do choking regardless if it’s you choking him or him choking you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers for give, he loves seeing you squirm underneath him. He works wonders with hi tongue and that shows on your face and that turns him on more than a blowjob ever could.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can go really fast but prefers to go slow. He wants to savor all of this in front of him, he wants to give you memorable sex.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time so he doesn’t really like quickies but he will surely take you up on them if you offer.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s down to do anything if you think it will pleasure you more. He wants to make you happy, to him sex is about you and if you want to try something he’ll do it to make you feel good. Getting caught is one of his worst nightmares, he won’t have sex if there’s a risk of getting caught.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s a little shit wolf boy he can go rounds for weeks if you’d let him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He enjoys using vibrators once in awhile but other than that he’s against toys, he prefers

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)


V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn’t get too loud. He’s a big on whimpering, little high pitched whimpers mixed in with grunts and moans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Isaac won’t have sex with you if he knows he’s horny due to his wild nature(full moon, heat, etc) he feels as though he’s using you. He’ll either try and masturbate or just stay away from you until it dies down.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a slender dude and his dick shows it. It’s long and slim, a solid 7 inches.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Everything you do turns him on he wants to have sex like 3 times a day, but who’s complaining?

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He actually isn’t too tired after sex but if you want to sleep then he’ll cuddle with you until you’re asleep and then he’ll send up asleep too.

some Minho headcanons

• despite how warm and cuddly and relaxed and tired he feels in the morning, he’d still get up and make you something to drink
• bc he feels like he can never do enough to show how much he appreciates you
• and he’d love nothing more than seeing that sleepy smile on your face when he brings you the hot cup of tea
• “come cuddle me, it’s still too early”
• he looks so boyish and small when he sleeps
• you can’t help but trace your fingers around his eyebrows and jaw, smiling whenever he mumbles your name
• tbh he’s caught you more than once and he’s probably awake at this point
• but he won’t ever admit that bc you’re too cute when you’re like this
• if he ever catches you singing or dancing along to a song, he’s turned into your song partner and he’s singing just as loudly and obnoxiously to make you laugh
• he’d show taemin all the memes you’ve sent him during your conversations
• …….it’s like he’s a mom showing her kids old photos that she’s treasured all her life lmao
• ……………….and tae just kinda nods and smiles bc wow yall are weird
• his favorite spots are the beach and the soccer field
• it relaxes and clears up his mind when he’s laying on a blanket and listening to you narrating everything that you see in the water
• Minho makes up any sort of excuse to take off his shirt and make you flustered
• and it still does ???
• like wow he really does have a perfect body and that’s all yours okokok
• he does this really cute smile when you move his hair out of his face, esp after he took a shower
• I bet he loves to roll the car windows all the way down and blasts the radio up while yall sing
• but he still yells at you if you put your legs up on the dashboard
• “if any accident happens, your knees could literally crush your face, y/n”
• but like it’s so endearing bc he worries over the smallest things
• “pls wear 2 sweaters today, it’s freezing”
• “is your phone charged up all the way?”
• “maybe you need to get more sleep instead of spending money on that expensive dark circle cream smfh”
• he sends you selfies regularly just to check in
• ft. jjong & key
• trying on shoes with him in public is so embarrassing jfc
• he won’t let the worker slide the shoe on your foot bc he wants to be the one to do it
• and he’s all like ‘omg have I found my Cinderella???? *,*’
• he’s shook when you rap his parts in their songs
• hypes you up with all the new slang the kids are using these days bc apparently he’s hip
• “yas y/n, get it” “it’s lit af” “SHOOK” “keep spitting that fire and I’m gonna have to call a fire department hahaha hhhhaa :)”
• tfw you can’t breathe bc he’s drenching himself in bottles of water after playing soccer for 2 hours
• “can I still get a hug even tho I’m sweaty and wet?”
• tbh he’ll let you win if you ever suggest playing with him
• bc he doesn’t have the heart to beat you
• but when you finally beat him and he was actually trying……….good luck bc Minho is gone and flaming charisma has taken over
• “no no I’m good I just need to few kisses and maybe I’ll forget about it I mean I wasn’t even trying hahahahahhahhahahaha :)”
• nah he’ll admit he lost and you won fair and square bc what is ego when it comes to you
• he’s literally a prince charming agshdjfkfl 💛

Originally posted by minsam2


Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Part Six- End.

You told Nat and Wanda everything that had happened that evening, hating the exchange of knowing looks between the pair that only deepened your sense of confusion.

“What are those faces for?!” You screeched, pulling at your hair. “What is going on here?!”

Nat shook her head and Wanda laughed into her hand. “It’s nothing, Y/N. Let’s just focus a minute here.” Wanda nodded and agreed. “Yes, you clearly don’t have the feelings that you thought you had for Steve, so the first thing you have to do is talk it out with him.” You looked at the pair of them, unable to hide the look of dread that ensconced your features. “It’s for the best, Y/N. It’ll get rid of any awkwardness between the two of you, and you know give you a clear head to think about any other feelings you might have for some people.. maybe-”

“Speak to Steve.” Nat cut off, shooting a warning glance at Wanda. You frowned at them, “What are you talking about Wanda? Any feelings I might have? I don’t like Steve, we just established that.”

Wanda smiled a small smile but spoke carefully under Nat’s watchful gaze. “It’s not Steve I’m talking about.” She giggled, watching your face transform into a picture of shock.

“Well I don’t like you either!” You spluttered, causing the pair of girls to explode into laughter. You groaned and let your face fall into your hands, having had no success in shedding a bit of light on the situation. “I’ll go speak to Steve.” You mumbled, hefting yourself up and traipsing away from the intrusive sounds of laughter.

You texted him to meet you in your bedroom in ten minutes and he responded with a quick ‘Ok’, so you busied yourself with tidying your room and making yourself look presentable. You forced down the rising feeling of nervousness that threatened to consume you by playing a bit of music in the background, and before too long there was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in.” You called, fiddling with the stereo and not paying Steve much attention as he awkwardly stepped, concealing something behind his back. You turned to face him with an uneasy smile, only to have it be replaced with a look of shock. As it wasn’t Steve at all- but Bucky.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice almost a whisper. Bucky cleared his throat and presented the bowl of freshly cut mangoes he’d been concealing behind his back. “I think we need to talk.” Your eyes flitted from the fruits to the tentative looking Winter Soldier as your mind whirred, thinking back on the conversation you’d had with Nat and everything that had transpired in the past few days. “This isn’t a good time actually I just asked Steve to-”

“Steve’s the one that told me to come.” Bucky said, interrupting you with a smile that wavered as he spoke. “And- and Nat.” He laughed, placing the mangos down on your lap. “Can I sit?” You nodded and watched, utterly transfixed as he sat down next to you on the bed. What the hell had been going on? Why did Steve tell him to come down? Why had Bucky been speaking to Nat about you? Why was the man you despised most in the world sat on your bed with you, smiling? And why were you letting him?

“I’m sorry-” you stuttered, “But what are you doing in my room?”

Bucky huffed and shoved a piece of mango into his mouth. “Shouldn’t tal wih mouf full.” He slurred, acting apologetic. You narrowed your eyes at his awful stall tactic but chewed on a mango slice as you waited anyway. The few seconds it took for Bucky to swallow the fruit seemed to be enough for him to collect his thoughts as he turned to you abruptly.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

You choked a little on the mango, taken aback by his question.


“I want to know- why did you take such a disliking towards me in the first few seconds you met me.” Bucky asked again, his eyes staring into yours which grew cold as you thought back.

“I really needed to pee.” You said, earning a confused look but not bothering to communicate your meaning. “But the ladies room was full so I hid in the guy’s bathroom and went about my business. But as I was about to head out-” Bucky groaned as you spoke, apparently recalling the events and conversation that occurred during that first day you’d met. “Being hidden in the cubicle, I was able to overhear every little thing you had to say about me.”

“Y/N, I-”

“Not that hot, nothing special- "bet 2 bucks I can get her to go home with me tonight.”“ You recited, holding Bucky in your steely gaze. "That was actually the first encounter we had. And I learnt a lot about you in those first few minutes that helped me decide how to treat you- how you deserved to be treated in those next few moments we’d meet face to face.” You finished, licking the sweet juices left on your fingers by the mango you’d just consumed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Bucky mumbled, looking ashamed, which you found strange. “For what? It’s hardly like we’re best friends, you don’t need to apologise now. There’s no need.” Bucky winced at your words, grasping your hand in his- much to your horror- as you snatched it back. “What are you doing?” You hissed, standing up, ready to send him out your room.

“Y/N I like you.” Bucky breathed out, staring at you with such an intensity that the thought he was joking didn’t even cross your mind.

“What?” You repeated, for what felt like the thousandths time. “That makes no sense- whatsoever!”

Bucky groaned and rubbed at the back of his neck, matching your tone of disbelief. “I know! I know it doesn’t- but I do! I really fucking like you and it’s so goddamn confusing because I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate you too.”

“Ditto.” You interrupted without thinking, exchanging smiles with the nervous man before you, easing the tension ever so slightly. The next time he reached for your hand, you let him. You didn’t know why, but whatever was happening you were seemingly ok with it. You could feel his eyes on your skin, a thoughtful look enveloping his features as you grew sombre.

“I didn’t mean what I said back then.” Bucky sighed, pulling you nearer to him. “I was just being a jerk, I was trying to stop the guys from showing an interest in you and I kinda felt threatened by the way Steve looked at you. I was- I was trying to keep you all to myself but, but we both know how that turned out.” You laughed a little and he looked up at you, a hopeful smile dying to be released. “Kinda had the opposite effect, hu?” You quipped.

Bucky went to pull you close and wrap his arms around your waist, from where he was sat but you resisted. “I-I think this is-”

“A bit unexpected..” Bucky acknowledged. “I actually only just realised how-how I /felt/ for you rather, well, super recently. I think it took for you getting shot right in front of me to realise that if I lost you I would- I would freaking lose my mind.” You inhaled sharply at the revelation, noting how difficult it must be for Bucky to be opening up to you like he was, his eyes cast down and a red hue clouding his cheeks. “Talk about too little too late though, hu? But I- I visited you whilst you were out and Tony said- Tony said you’d be fine.. So I figured maybe I could give it a shot- pun not intended- at just you know, telling you how I felt at least. So I went down to the gym at the time you usually headed down there to do cardio and instead I saw-” this time it was your turn to groan, and you wrapped Bucky’s body in yours, making the move of intimacy he was too afraid to go for. His arms found your waist as you wrapped your hands around his head, playing with his hair from your standing position. “I saw Steve and you- kissing- and I thought it was too late but then you- and I almost- but Nat told me and and so I told Steve and they sort of arranged this whole thing and now.. here we are.”

“Here we are..” you echoed, twirling a few pieces of his hair in between your fingers. He looked up then, hopeful, and your heart skyrocketed in your chest, so loud that you worried he would hear it banging against your ribcage.

He whispered your name before you both leaned in and touched lips in what felt like an explosion of colour and emotion. You were quick to lace your hands in his hair, tugging moans of pleasure from his lips. You pushed him backwards and lay your body atop his on the bed, unthinking, but moved entirely by your intermingling sense of passion. His hands cupped your ass and pushed your closer towards him, causing you to arch your back. Your senses were dialled to a hundred and you were driven wild by the way he bit your lip and moaned your name, the hot and heavy breaths that were exchanged between kisses. The moment shared more intensity than either of you had experienced in any of your wildest embraces.

“I love you.” He gasped, pulling apart a moment to look you in the eye as he professed to you the ultimate truth. As you stared at him with your eyes wide and your lips swollen and your heart beating a mile a minute you realised what you had known all along, what everyone had known- and suddenly it all made sense.

“I love you too.”  

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Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: heated make out, smut implied

Summary: It’s movie night with Stiles, but the DVD player isn’t working conveniently, so Stiles takes that as a sign to do something else. ;)

A/N: just a little short one I thought was both real fluffy and smutty


“Star Wars or Star Wars?” Stiles asks, tugging both my wrists in his hands towards the front of the Stilinski house, walking backwards.

“What a tough decision,” I reply, sarcasm dripping from my lips.

“Hey, hey,” he says, pausing down the walkway, lines creasing his forehead. “Sarcasm is my thing.” He pats his chest, faking a serious expression.

I giggle, pulling my hands down gently so that my palms are resting on top of his, both of our gazes falling onto the action. His thumbs trace dainty circles against the skin while his caramel eyes look back up, searching mine.

“Hey,” I whisper, watching his eyes dart down to my lips.

“C-Could I.. um,” he stutters, his tongue flicking over his lips. I smile, rolling my eyes and placing my hands at the nape of his neck, pushing my fingers through the soft strands.

I pull him into me, feeling his chest rise and fall against my own. My lips ghost over his own, his eager eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” I reply, our noses almost bumping.

Stiles wastes no time, crashing his lips onto mine, his hands grasping onto my waist, then finding their way into my hair. He deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing tenderly over mine. I feel him mumble something and I pull away, our foreheads still touching, both of us trying to steady our heavy breathing.

“Strawberry,” he says breathlessly, his right hand raising to sweep back a stray hair, tucking it behind my ear.

“What?” I laugh, my eyebrows raising in amusement.

“Your lips,” he clarifies. “Taste like strawberries.” I laugh again, pushing my fingertips deeper into his brown locks, giving him a chaste kiss.

“Chapstick; You like it?” I query, fixing the collar of his red flannel.

His thumb pulls down my swollen bottom lip gently, intensely staring at it for a few seconds, then back up to my eyes. “Yeah,” I hear him mutter before moving his head down to lock my lips into another kiss.

Stiles’s hand pushes up my shirt, applying pressure to my hip bones while drawing my body closer to his. Goosebumps arise due to the newly exposed skin, making me suck in a breath. “Stiles,” I groan, his lips leaving mine to trail down towards my jaw, then to my neck, then along my collarbone. “Not here. Not right now.”

“But I-” he starts, his fingers digging deeper into my hip bones and his mouth pressing against my skin harder, his impatience taking a toll over him.

We hear a loud cough interrupt Stiles’s sentence, my hands automatically pushing his torso away from me, both of our eyes going extremely wide. I turn to see his dad standing a few feet away from us, glaring at his son with his arms crossed over his chest.

Stiles rubs the back of his neck, looking down at his feet awkwardly, while I shoot the sheriff an apologetic look. Noah sighs, looking at the two of us up and down, then walking to his car, mumbling something about teenagers these days.

As soon as he pulls out of the drive way, I turn to Stiles, using both of my fists to repeatedly punch his chest playfully. “Stiles! I told you not here!”

“I’m sorry that I want to kiss my beautiful girlfriend,” he says, wrapping his hands around my forearms to stop another blow from hitting him. He leans in for another kiss, but I roll my eyes, pulling away from his grip and walking into the house.

“But Y/N,” he whines, the heavy steps of his feet following me, then the sound of the door swinging shut. “I want to kiss youuuuu.”

Stiles grabs me from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling my body, so that I’m flush against him. He begins peppering kisses along my neck and jawline, his lips sometimes landing in my hair. I grin, relishing in his shameless love.

“Stiles, let’s go watch the movie,” I say, angling my head to stop him from planting his lips on me again. He groans, but as soon as I whisper that we’ll continue later, he agrees, dashing to the DVD player and shoving in a disk.

I can’t help, but smile at how excitement bubbles within him, rushing to get the movie to start playing. I round the couch, pulling the blanket on the armrest over my body, watching Stiles sigh when the DVD player isn’t recognizing the disk.

“I think this is a sign,” he says, turning to look at me with a flirty smile and eyes bright with eagerness. “Maybe, we should finish up what I started earlier.”

I roll my eyes at him, but the way his eyebrows raise up in askance makes a pang of butterflies fill my stomach and chest. Boy, did I love him.

I look down to my shoe-clad feet, kicking my black Vans off. I sigh heavily, looking back up at his puppy eyes and nodding at him. This is enough for Stiles as he hops onto the couch beside me with a ginormous smile.

Stiles’s hand grabs mine, playing with the silver promise ring laced with diamonds, that he had gotten me on our first anniversary.

“I love that you wear it everyday,” he mutters, still twirling it around my ring finger.

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s beautiful,” I respond, intertwining our fingers, his eyes locking with mine. A coy smile pulls at my lips when he grasps my cheek, peering at my lips while his tongue darts over his own.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his hot breath hitting my lips.

Before I can mirror his words, he presses his mouth against mine, our lips moving together easily, as if this was what they were meant for. I shift my body, swinging my leg over his thighs, so that I’m straddling him. Stiles’s jaw clenches in response, his breath hitching in his throat and a devilish smirk appearing on my face.

His hands find their way under my thighs, jerking me forward and minimizing any space left between us. Stiles starts scattering wet kisses on my neck and my head rolls back, my lips parting slightly.

“Your- ro-room,” I manage to say, pushing his chin up to stop his kisses.

He nods, his hands gripping tighter underneath my thighs and standing up, carrying me over to his bedroom effortlessly. I surprise him with a kiss, a breathy moan coming from him in return. I kick back his wooden door, locking it, before he throws me onto his bed, making me yelp.

He pulls his shirt over his head by the collar, crawling over the bed until his body is hovering closely over mine, the warmth radiating from him making me squirm. His lips land on mine gently, licking them afterwards.

“Damn, I really do love strawberry.”

sneaking out?

You were in your room laying on your bed and staring up at the ceiling while music flowed out of your laptop. You were annoyed at your brother Jack. Your parents were out of town for the week and they left you two alone, and although you were 20, just a year younger than your brother, and he still treated you like a child. Like, when you walked downstairs in your outfit, which was just a pair of shorts and a tank top, ready to head over to your friend Andrea’s house for a party she was having, he quickly told you ‘no’ and ‘forbid’ you from going, hiding your keys from you.

You were so annoyed because he was having a bunch of friends over, like Nate, Sammy, John, Gilinksy, Matt, Nash and Hayes. You liked all the guys and were cool and everything, but you just wanted to go to the party. So you decided you were gonna go. All his friends were coming over and they would soon be loud, it’s not like they would hear you climb out your window, and knowing the mood you were in when you last talked to your brother, he wouldn’t bother you, so you decided to just wait until you heard all the boys, knowing their conversations would soon flow through the house, and the music they were bound to play would soon fill the house a bit more too. He wouldn’t even notice you were gone.


Jack had to stop at the store to pick up some beer and snacks before heading over to the Johnson residence, so he was running a bit late. But when he got there, all the guys greeted him, but Jack didn’t see you anywhere.

“yo, J, where’s Lia?” 

“oh, we got into a bit of a fight, she’s in her room, probably gonna be there all night” Johnson spoke. “you know her.”

“yeah, I’m just gonna go say hi real quick.”

“yeah man! Try to get her to come and hang out with us.” Johnson smiled briefly before turning his attention back to the game of 2k17 he was playing.

Jack made his way down the hall towards your room, the noise from all the guys and the music still pretty loud at this end of the house. Jack knocked on the door, calling out your name. He heard ruffling around in your room, so he opened the door and peaked his head in before stepping in and seeing you halfway out the window.


“Lia?” you heard, and as you looked up you saw Gilinsky, and a small smile made its way onto your face.

“ummm, hi” you muttered shyly.

Jack closed your bedroom door and walked over to the window and pulled you back in.

“what the hell are you doing?” you asked as Jack stood between you and the window.

“sneaking out? really Lia?” he asked.

“yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, my brother’s an asshole.” you spoke, folding your arms across your chest.

“c’mon, he’s only watching out for you.”

“I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.” you spoke.

“Yeah, but Lia-”

“but nothing. Tell him I’m fine, but I’m going” you spoke, going to walk past Jack and back out the window, but he grabbed you.

“No Lia.”

“Jack just let me go” you fought in his arms.

Jack ended up carrying you a bit and threw you on your bed, straddling you so you couldn’t get up.


your brother and Jack had been friends since kindergarten, so you grew up Gilinsky, so you and him were pretty close. He was like another older brother for the longest time, like, up until your freshman year of high school, now he was more like a friend.

“Jack Gilinsky, get off me” you tried to push him off, but he wasn’t moving.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head on your pillow, so he was now leaning down, and your guys’ faces’ were closer.

“I’m not getting off you unless you agree to stay.” his breath fanned your face, giving you chills.

“so what? you’re just gonna sit on me all night then?” you raised your brow up at him.

“if that’s what it takes.” he flashed a smile at you that made you smile in return. He had such a gorgeous smile.

“is that a smile on your face?” Jack teased.

“shut up” you laughed.

“you can’t make me” he smiled proudly.

You two were so close, his face just an inch or two away from yours. You were always a little daring, and you thought of something that he wouldn’t expect, something that would catch him off guard.

You lifted your head a bit and caught his lips in between your own. You felt him tense up for a second, but immediately relax. His lips moving against yours.

You got caught up in the moment, and soon your guys’ tongues were slipping into the other’s mouth, fighting for dominance. Jack let go of your hands, moving one down grab your face, his hand moving from your cheek to your jaw, then down along your neck as you two sloppily made out.

You took your hand and placed it over his, and put a little pressure on it, his hand tightening around your neck just a bit. A little bit of choking turned you on. The whole situation turned you on kinda. The fact that someone could walk in at any second. The way his lips felt against yours. The way his hand was around your throat.

“so. are you still thinking about leaving?” Jack mumbled against your lips, moving his along your jaw now.

“mmmm. I’m thinking about it” you teased, loving everything about this.

“well. I think it’s time I give you a reason to stay” he whispered hotly in your ear, his lips grazing against your lobe, giving you chills, yet you felt your body heat up.

Jack started kissing your neck, causing you to let out a little gasp. You arched your back, your hands gripping his shoulders, a moan escaping your lips as you felt his teeth sink into your skin a bit.

Your skin was on fire where Jack’s hand rested against your waist, a small sliver of skin showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts. He started to push the bottom of your top up more until you sat up and he pulled it off you, throwing it somewhere in the room, taking a second to admire the black lacy bra you were wearing.

While he stared at your chest, you reached down and tugged his shirt up over his head. And the second his shirt was gone your back was against the bed while Jack was still on top, his lips now attached to your collar bone, a hand sliding under your arched back to unclip your bra, before you took it upon yourself to pull the straps down your arms and throw it across the room as well.

Jack’s hand went from your side up to cup one of your boobs, going to roughly massage it, but that’s when he felt it. Lifting his head from your collar bone he looked down to your boob and then back up at you.

“they’re pierced?” he asked.

“yeah” you let out a shaky little laugh and bit your lip, unsure of how he would feel about that.

“god, that’s hot” he muttered before attaching his lips back onto your skin, making a trail of small little hickies down to your boob, which he made sure to leave a bigger hickie there. Jack licked your nipple before taking it into his mouth, still running his tongue over it and nipping at it a bit.

You loved it. Every single second of it. You loved it even more when, while he had his mouth around your chest, he reached down and undid your shorts, sliding his hand past the waistband and he started to rub you through your panties.


Jack loved everything about this. He’s honestly always had some sort of thing for you, but he never would have acted on it, but then you kissed him and here you guys were.

But Jack loved how you reacted to his touch, and the way you let out shaky little breaths in his ear or quiet moans of his name. It was driving him mad. He could already feel himself getting harder and harder by the second.

He felt how wet you were through your panties, and as soon as he inserted a finger into you the moan you let out was enough to make him cum right then and there.

Being somewhat constricted by the shorts you still had on though, he quickly removed his finger completely only to pull your shorts and panties off, leaving you completely bare. He sat and stared at you laying there, waiting for him to touch you again somehow, chest littered with small purple marks.

Jack somewhat laid down next to you, turning your face towards his and capturing your lips while his hand reached down in-between your legs. 

He ran a finger along your folds, collecting some of your wetness before he slid two fingers into you, stretching you a bit more. He started to slowly slide them in and out, using his thumb to rub your clit causing you to hum against his lips. 

Soon he started to pick up his pace, and curling his fingers up inside you. Jack loved how into it you were. He was making you feel so good that you started to grind against his fingers, needing more.

“Please. Jack” you gasped as his thumb started rubbing harder circles over your clit while his fingers continued inside of you. He was building you up, and you were so close to being pushed over the edge. Your back arched up off the bed as you reached your climax.

Jack removed his fingers and brought them up to your mouth, you immediately taking them into your mouth, sucking whatever juices were left, moaning around his fingers.

Jack looked at you and he admired you. You were so beautiful, and the way your mouth was wrapped around his fingers, and the way your tongue moved along them was making Jack hard.

“so was that the reason why I should stay?” you teased, “because I’m still thinking I should leave” you smirked, only to have Jack laugh and climb over top of you again, immediately pushing his lips against yours.

You reached down and fumbled with Jack’s sweats, trying to push them down, Jack smiling against your lips and reaching down to help you get his pants off, which wasn’t as smooth as either of you planned, causing you to let out a little giggle and Jack to just roll his eyes, but nevertheless he had a smile on his face.

The two of you looked at each other, and your hands around the back of his neck gently pulled his face down to yours, not that he resisted at all, and your lips met his.

As the two of you sloppily made out you felt his tip at your entrance causing you to let out a little whine against his lips. Jack smiled against your lips, one of his hands reaching down to guide him in.

He pushed in slowly, causing you to let out a little gasp as he filled you up completely.

Jack’s head dipped down into the crevice of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He slowly started to thrust in and out, having him stretch your walls in a completely satisfying way.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started to pick up his pace. You let out a few shaky breaths with each thrust, and Jack let out low grunts in your ear.

You pulled Jack’s face back up to yours, locking your guys’ lips together, moaning against each other’s lips.

You felt so good around Jack. He was practically losing his mind. You were so tight around him, and you kept clenching around him.

You arched your back up off the bed as Jack thrusted harder, causing you to gasp as he hit your g-spot. A steady series of shaky little moans left your mouth as Jack kept thrusting harder.

You were close. With Jack’s thrusts getting harder, faster, and deeper, you were right on the edge ready to be pushed over.

With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge. Eyes rolling and body shaking as you came, Jack riding out your high.

Jack pulled out after you came down from your high and you pushed him off of you so he was laying on his back before you moved your position. You moved between his legs, lowering your head and taking his length into your mouth.

Jack immediately took a fistful of your hair, guiding your head up and down his shaft. You had no control as Jack was getting closer to his own release.

Taking your head and shoving it down, making you take his whole entire length into your mouth, you couldn’t help but gag around him. He was basically face fucking you, but you loved it. You didn’t care that you could hardly breathe and had tears falling from your eyes from gagging on his dick every time he shoved your head down on him.

His member started to twitch in your mouth so you knew he was close. Jack let go of your hair and with a few more bobs of your head he was moaning out as his load filled your mouth, you humming around him milking out his whole release.

Swallowing it all, you pulled your mouth off of him and sat up, Jack’s chest moving up and down as he calmed down from his high. He looked at you with hooded eyes and you just smiled innocently at him.

“god. That was…incredible” he breathed out.

“yeah.” you smiled, climbing off your bed now and searching around for something to throw on.

Jack stayed laid back on your bed with his eyes closed, trying to recover from what just happened.

“Jack” you laughed, turning to see him sprawled out in your bed on full display, but you threw his boxers at him, causing him to open his eyes.

he laughed a bit but slid his boxers on, getting off your bed and searching for his other clothes while you stood in front of your mirror and threw your hair up in a bun, turning around to see him pulling on his shirt, but not before you caught a glimpse of all the marks you left on his back.

“well we should probably get out there before they start to wonder what’s taking so long” you spoke, walking towards the door.

“yeah…I guess we should.” Jack spoke, scratching the back of his neck and following you out of your room.


if you want a part 2 let me know. I know I’ve been MIA for like…ever, but I’m back, slowly but surely. And I always appreciate your feedback, especially because I’m never sure of what I’m writing, so let me know what you think.

You’re the One (Kylo Ren x reader)

Word Count: 5246

Summary: After being stranded on a planet, Kylo Ren meets you. You let him stay in your house with you until he can find a way off the planet in the hopes he wouldn’t come back and kill everyone. You eventually fall in love with him, and he feels the same way. 

Author’s note: I wrote this about a year ago, and I just reread it recently. I honestly forgot about this one-shot, and I was inspired to finish it. I didn’t remember anything that I wrote so it was like reading someone else’s work lol how come my recent writing style has degraded in beauty

This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, so I hope you like it as much as I do. Oh, and Han Solo isn’t dead, this is kind of an alternate universe. (Don’t worry about your requests not being written, I’m in the middle of writing them, some will be longer than others).

Warnings: None

Ben Solo’s dark brown eyes were filled with complete tender affection as he raised his hand to lightly caress your cheek. A small smile formed on your face as you milked the moment as it lasted. The both of you were peacefully resting underneath the starlight that illuminated the gorgeous meadow that surrounded you.

The stars shone bright but just so softly that you didn’t injure your eyes when you gazed upon their magnificence. The field was filled with little beautiful flowers.Their light pastel petals were withdrawn into small ovals, because of the lack of sunlight. The underside of the flowers were a tint lighter than the sun-kissed side, and they slightly glowed in the dark atmosphere.

The usually lit up village houses were now dead; silent and nothing but still shadows. The locals were having lovely dreams of what was to come, what had occurred in the past, or what could have happened. In their subconscious lives, they missed the calm warm breeze that ruffled the leaves of nearby trees. The peaceable stop in time.

You raised your hand to graze over the warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes were saturated with raw emotion for the man sitting adjacent to you. Kylo Ren was your one true soulmate. He wasn’t exactly sinless, but neither were you. You both could deal with his baggage, his fears, and his weaknesses together since the weight of the things he’s done were all too heavy for one person to carry around. You were the one who looked past it all; the one who gave him another chance. There hadn’t been a day that you regretted your decision.

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Soooo I wasn’t about to rush anything out for tomorrow, because Reiji only deserves the best. So instead I’ll just ramble on about why I like him so much. You’re free to reblog, but please don’t add to this post. If you have something to say then just make your own. Thank you.

  • His Drive. For one thing I find it incredibly admirable, even if it is a coping mechanism of sorts. The fact that he works so hard to become as perfect as he possibly can at every possible thing is sort of inspiring to me, in a ‘fake it till you make it’ kind of way, because I believe him to be much more insecure than he lets on. 
  • His Wit. It’s no secret Reiji has the oral skill *coughs* to talk you into a corner. You’ll be contradicting yourself before you know it. He knows how to make you agree even if you disagree. And to me that sends freaking shivers down my spine. A man who knows how to use words is more alluring than one with a sword. 
  • His Property. He takes so much pride in the things he owns, holding them to the same expectation of perfection as he does himself. He also treats them with great care, which to a certain extent is put onto the Heroine as well, since he defines her as such. 
  • His Awkwardness. As direct as this man can be, there’s no denying that he doesn’t really know how to properly express himself in terms of what he feels for the Heroine. He’s always coming up with explanations “because you’re my property” or other excuses to justify his otherwise endearing actions. I find that incredibly lovely. 
  • His Voice. This is a big one for me. Both in the way he sounds and the way he speaks. It’s so formal, and yet incredibly condescending, and when he chuckles it’s always at your own expense, but it’s the most beautiful sound these wretched ears of mine have ever been blessed with. 
  • His Desperation. To become better, to be recognized. I love to think about the look in his eyes. Where his need for her becomes more than just the blood, to the point where his body ‘moves on its own’ and YES  I will quote that line any chance I get because it surpassed just wanting to save her, it became instinct, and if that doesn’t show just how deeply he cared then I don’t know what does. 

I could go on for years, but these were the ones that popped into my head first, so I’m assuming they’re the most important ones. It saddens me to think that people skip his route simply because he’s the “bad guy” when in reality his route was perhaps the most engaging HDB had to offer. I enjoy how cruel he is, and how that cruelty slowly evolves into something that’s not quite as sadistic. I love how he wants the heroine to stand on her own two feet, rather than become some mindless doll that’s attached to his side. I love how proper he is, and how he sticks to his own values. How despite the lack of any appreciation or recognition, he is what holds the Sakamaki Household together. For all of this and more, I love him. 


Can’t Help Falling in Love


Originally posted by andantegrazioso

Elain waited in the garden in the backyard of Azriel’s townhouse, biting her lip and tapping her foot against the ground. She had rehearsed this conversation in her head about three hundred times, and yet she still felt like she would somehow screw it up. 

A breeze swept through and the smell of flowers filled the air. A few months ago Azriel had let her redo his entire backyard. She went a little overboard and planted hundreds of flowers everywhere, but he had told her he loved it. 

She could almost sense him as he stepped out of the shadows behind her. Somehow she could always sense him now, and he never frightened her. She slowly turned around and smiled at the sight of him. His hair was damp with sweat from training, and he wore his leathers which made her toes curl.

“What’s wrong?” He asked stepping forward while scanning her head to toe. She had told him to meet her after training this morning, and emphasized that it was urgent. He had only rose a brow and agreed to meet her.

“Well…” She looked around and pointed to the bench that she had put in the corner of the yard. “Can we sit?”

Azriel nodded and led her towards where the bench sat underneath a tree, making the whole area shaded. His hand brushed her lower back, and she tried not to lean into that touch.

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Plus Sized - Nick Robinson

“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”

Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?

I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?

There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.

People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?

How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?

Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.

My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.

It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.

I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.

I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.

He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.

I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!

I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.

“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.

“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.

“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.

“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried

“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.

“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.

“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.

“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.

“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.

“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.

“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.

“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.

“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.

“But-” I was cut off once again.

“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.

I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.

“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.

This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.


Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?

Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)

In Your Head- Part 5

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 1,601

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

….“but now I want to show you”.

Jughead looked into your eyes and while he could see that you meant every word, he took a breath for himself. “Maybe we should talk about this first? We haven’t really before…”

You leaned back on the bed and laid next to him. You thought for a moment. He was right, if you were going to do this, you should talk about any other feelings you have. In the same instance of these thoughts, you also couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe he just didn’t want you. “No one will ever love someone like you” - your eyes were closed - and all you could hear were those words in your mother’s voice.

You finally looked back at Jughead, who once again had a look of loving concern in his eyes. “Yeah I guess your right”. You looked away from his eyes and just focused on holding his hand, “I guess, I mean, do you want to with me?”

He pulled your chin having your face looking into his eyes and giving you a reassuring smile, “Of course I do Y/N. I love you”. He paused to kiss you again. “I just want to make sure what this means for us”.

You smiled, feeling better about your thoughts. You hadn’t asked him anything like this next question. “Okay. Well have you ever? Before I mean…”

He gave a laugh, thinking you already knew that answer. “Y/N. You have been all of my firsts so far”.

You were a little surprised. How could anyone else not notice this amazing guy before you?

You smiled. “Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t sure. I mean you’re kind of perfect you know?” 

He gave a soft laugh again. “Yeah well, I don’t think many girls find the name Jughead too attractive….” 

“Perfect for me then”. You smiled again bringing him in to kiss again. His hands moved to your hips, and after your gentle kiss he looked nervous. 

Looking down back to your body, he chalked up his courage to ask you next. “Have you? I mean not what with happened last year….”, he lost his words a bit, “I mean I know that doesn’t….” 

You smiled, now bringing his face to yours. “No, I’ve never made love to anyone before”. You took a pause again, mustering up some courage while knowing what you wanted to say. “So….I love you, you love me, and we both want to do this…is there anything else?” 

“Yeah….”, he hesitated and then bit his lip before saying, “You’re not still drunk right?”. 

You laughed again, “No, no. I am very sure I want this with you. I trust you, don’t worry”. 

 “Okay, but I need you to do something for me…”. He looked back in your eyes grasping the sides of your face with both hands, “If I am hurting you or you feel uncomfortable in ANY way, you have to tell me. Okay? The last thing I’d want….” 

You cut him off, “I promise I will but I’m not worried. A little nervous maybe….but I love you”. 

He smiled again before bringing you in for a heavy kiss. His mouth on your bottom lip, turning into a deeper kiss, his tongue snuck in while moving his hands to your hips. You moved your hands to his neck, moving your body closer to his. Your hands went upwards to his head and you slid off his beanie and started to play with his raven hair. He made a slight groan and paused at the end of this kiss, looking at your body up and down while taking a deep breath. “Stay here for a second, I have to get something…” He kissed you on your forehead before making sure with his eyes that you were going to stay on the bed before hurrying to the door. 

You took a breath to yourself, looking up at the ceiling. You had someone that loved you and cared about you in a way unlike any other. You decided to take the rest of your hair down, which took a little bit as it felt that Kevin had used a hundred bobby pins in your hair. All the while just thinking of how much you loved this guy, this amazing guy that you lucked into. You couldn’t get the smile off your face and you looked up after hearing the door move again. Jughead closed and locked it while coming back to the bed. “Thank goodness for Archie’s room…”, he joked while putting a condom on the nightstand next to the bed. He sat back down next you, you got up slightly. 

 “Come here”. You grabbed a side of his face while bringing him back to your lips again. You kissed him hard and deep, starting slow while moving the pace of your mouth a little faster. His hands moved to your hips again, as he paused from kissing, he looked down staring at your shirt. You gave him a smile and a slight nod and he began to move his hand up it. His hand made it to a cup of your bra and he gave a slight sigh while now kissing your neck. You moved your body on top of his, straddling his hips with your thighs. You lifted the cropped shirt off, tossed it to the side of the room and began to remove your bra while he never left his eyes off of yours. You slid off the straps and tossed the dark bra to the middle of the room and he began to look down. “You’re so beautiful”, he said as his eyes went back to your lips. He once again moved his hands up from your hips and started to caress your left breast. He groaned slightly while bringing your body closer to his, towards the pillow. You began to kiss his neck while your body began to warm all over, you started to grab his hips, your body in-twined with his. 

You began to lift his shirt up, until he paused, lifting his body up a little to help you get it off. With his shirt now off, he began to kiss you all over, starting with your neck. He paused right before his mouth got to your breasts and then dived in. With his mouth on you, you knew you had never felt anything like this feeling. His hands went back up to your neck and his mouth trailed up your body back to your lips. In that moment, you were all his.

You both laid there, under the covers, panting in what was the feeling of ecstasy. You looked back to him, your hands over his chest while looking back up at his face. His brow had a little sweat, but his large smile is what you were focused on. You were still breathing heavily getting the words out, “W-well?” 

“That was…”, he was still catching his breath as well, “amazing”. He brought your lips back to him and smiled while parting them. “I love you Y/N. So much.”

Again, still smiling to him, “I love you too”. 

“How do you feel?”, he was checking in on your emotions again. 

“Different. A little light headed…”, you gave a smirk, “but great. You?” 

“That was the best physical feeling of my life”, his words were honest but the way he spat them out he laughed a little after. You giggled back. 

He thought for second, “also hungry…” 

“When are you not?”. You laughed together before you grabbed one of his flannels from the floor and began to button it. You grabbed your pj bottoms out of your bag. He was watching you every slight second you moved, “what are you doing?” He asked, still with a smile on his face. 

“Making us something to eat of course”. You smiled back. 

“Give me a little bit and I’ll be down there with you, okay?”. He stood up and leaned in for a kiss and grabbed his boxers as well as his beanie before heading towards the bathroom. The smile never left your face as you headed towards the kitchen. You didn’t think this feeling of love would ever end. 

You opened the fridge and grabbed some eggs, then went to the pantry and found some pancake mix. Jughead was walking down the stairs, wearing just his boxers and beanie, walking over to you. The smile was still stuck on his face as well. He came behind you, as you were now mixing eggs in a bowl, and kissed your neck while giving you a slight hug. 

“Can I help?” 

Eyeing the pan next to you, “Yeah put that one on the burner”, and while giving it to him you gave him a peck back. You looked up to the side of the kitchen and saw the clock. It was a little after 2am. You were a little surprised it wasn’t later, as it felt like a very long day. You started in on the pancake mix while Jughead got another pan out. 

At the same instance, you heard the front door open. You both lifted your heads and were welcomed by Archie. He looked at the both of you and smiled. “Heh, well your guys’ night definitely turned around…” He gave a slight eyebrow raise with the statement. 

“Errr well…yeah”, Jughead was messing with the hair under his beanie out of nervousness. You yourself were practically red. You stared back at Jughead, knowing that pancakes wasn’t going to be the end of your night.