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KURO WEEK - DAY 5: Nightmares

Eeeh… so this is kinda long. But I loved writing it. Also: it’s from Shiro’s POV. So… have this:


Monsters don’t have nightmares…


It took everything in him not to scream. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Wouldn’t let them know how afraid he really was.

No…

He had survived this once… He would do it again. Because now he knew how the cruel machinery of the arena worked, relentless and precise like clockwork. He knew what the Druids would do to him. He knew the rules.

Stick to the rules and survive.

And rule number one was to never show your fear.

Shiro could do this, he would survive and find his way back home. Home… wherever that was. A small, fragile smile crept onto his face. Of course he knew where home was. It was somewhere among the stars… Sitting in a giant robot lion and hunting every single Galra cruiser down in order to find him. He would survive this… for now there was Keith, burning with the force of a thousand suns, fiery red and blazing with anger. He had seen glimpses of what the Red Paladin was capable of… This man would tear the universe apart and burn the whole Empire to ashes, if that’s what it took to get Shiro back.

For now he would stick to the rules and buy his friends as much time as possible to come and find him. Him and-

Movement from the shadows caught his attention, followed by a soft sob. If it hadn’t been so eerily quiet in their cell, he might’ve missed it. Shiro froze at the sound, eyes trained on the the figure that laid curled up on one of the cots.


The first time he’d seen him, Shiro had actually lost it. He still had no idea where he came from – it didn’t really matter anyway. Because he was there nonetheless. He existed. He breathed. There was a soul in his yellow eyes, when he gave Shiro that look. That look of utter betrayal, like he’d hoped for something more, something that was definitely not a beaten and bruised Shiro.

He couldn’t really remember when or how the guards had maneuvered him into the same cell he occupied. At some point he’d simply checked out, mind going blank and numb, because it was all too much.

The Druids had taken his arm, stripped him off any right he thought he had, put him through fights against aliens twice his size… but THIS. This had been the last straw.

It was the day he met his clone, that Shiro actually cried for the first time in ages. He cried for himself. It was the same day he realized, that this would never end. They’d always find a way to break him, to bend and twist him, until his mind turned into something ugly. The evidence, the actual personification of their madness driven efforts, sat right in front of him and stared at him with piercing yellow eyes.


He had no idea how long they’d stayed like this. Huddled against opposite walls of the same cell and staring off into nothingness, until one of them had started talking. It had been awkward, looking at his own face and listening to his own voice, somewhat sounding off. More guttural. Some words even sounded a little…purred? It was almost off-putting to see his own face staring back at him and moving with expressions that weren’t his. It felt like watching yourself in a mirror, but your reflection suddenly stops moving along with you. Familiar features turned into something otherworldly, because someone else controlled them and poured their very soul into every twitch and pull of muscle.

They’d created a whole new being. The clone might’ve looked like Shiro, but under their shared features, there was a different person. Individual. Original. And so, so human. He even had a name.

Kuro.

How fitting, Shiro had thought at first. But he’d come to realize quite fast, that Kuro wasn’t the dark, evil minded counterpart he’d expected to hide behind that name.

In fact, the more they talked, the more Shiro got the impression, that their Galra-hybrid was more human than most people Shiro had met back on earth.

He had suffered. He had seen horrible things, survived even worse. He’d been ripped open and put back together, just to be torn apart again. Some days he would find the strengh to laugh at all of this… And some days he would break under the pressure and fear. Like any human being would do.

Days had passed. It was easy - too easy - to believe that Kuro was anything but a monster. Especially so, after he’d been carried back into their cell, right after one particular hard fight. Kuro had won, of course… But was the damage his body and mind had taken really worth it?

Seeing him like this morphed repulsion and mistrust first into pity, then into something else. Something Shiro didn’t really want to think about. It felt way too close to compassion.

He couldn’t let that happen.

Stick to the rules and survive.

And sticking to the rules meant no sympathy for Galra-clones.


In the end the universe wouldn’t have any of it.


Another sob brought him back to reality. It tore through the silence that hung between them. As far as he could tell, Kuro was still asleep on his small cot, but he thrashed wildly against invisible enemies and restraints. Maybe he relived his latest fight? His latest torture? Tears glistened in the dim purple lights.

In this moment he looked almost completely human… Vulnerable and scared and just so much younger.

Shiros throat went dry. Kuro wasn’t a monster… never had been… And that tore at his heart.

Despite what the Druids wanted him to be, Kuro was anything but a monster.

Without thinking, Shiro stood up from where he sat, back against the wall, and silently made his way towards the clone. Said clone was a mess; twitching and and clawing at the nightmares that plagued him.

Another whimper. Small and heartbreaking. He couldn’t take it.

Shiro couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, trying to soothe Kuro with a warm hand on his shoulder. But it wasn’t enough to make the nightmares stop…

Fuck the rules.

Soon he found himself huddled up on the small cot next to the other man, arms wrapped around shaking shoulders and metal fingers stroking carefully over a tense back. There were scars on his back. So. So many… Shiro didn’t even want to know what had caused these scars. Or the nightmares.

This man was definitely no monster.


Because monsters

didn’t have nightmares…

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I know I promised there will be a happy ending to my Kuro week… But for now… suffer with me? @kuroweek

So I was thinking about how Lance would react with the whole Lion musical chair switch thing…and then I thought about how the Black Lion would view Lances reaction. And. You know. Black Paladin Lance endgame.


Black, as the new Paladins called her, saw Blue’s cub often, even before her own kitten had disappeared. Blue’s baby was so sweet always visiting his Lion.

Shiro never visited her.

So, of course, Black paid attention to the new visitor in the Lions Den.

The Paladin would sit criss cross apple sauce, as he called it, in front of Blacks sister as he’d regale Blue with his day. There were clear dramatic embellishments but Black found the little cub endearing, with how he flailed his tiny limbs and painted Blues claws. He seemed to have some self confidence issues as well, and the Red kit seemed to get angry at him whenever he saw hik in the Den.

The cub didn’t stop dropping by after the Paladins and their Princess decided to shuffle things around either, the kitten would visit with Red, doing his best to bond with the temperamental lion, but he never forgot Blue.

He also never yelled at Red.

Black wasn’t very fond of Red’s Paladin. Red was bitter because her kit no longer spent time with her, but she seemed to be growing attached to Blue’s kitten.

Black was envious of Red and Blue both, Yellow and Green were content as neither had to play musical paladins.

It was silly that the five humans and two Alteans thought they had any choice in the matter of who piloted them. Blue especially had taken her time selecting her Paladin, a whole 10, 000 years.

Black just wished the Red kit and the Princess would stop prancing around as if she would actually let the kit pilot her.

She’d much prefer Blue’s cub. This caused some strife between her and her sisters, Red wishing to make her lot jealous, Blue just wanting her cub back for herself.

In all honesty Black just didn’t want the Red Paladin to pilot her because Shiro thought he was the one to pick his replacement. Black would have to go through a few more training techniques before she wold be satisfied when the humans and Aliens found Shiro.

But it would take them far to much time to find Shiro if they kept trying to get Reds Paladin pilot her. If they wanted Shiro they should give her Lance. She wanted to get her claws done like Red and Blue!

Black was completley allowed to be kitish every once in a millenia.

Black growled as the Red kit banged his fists against he barrier, what did he hop to get from this? Black walled over to where Blue and Red were sitting she was done with the Red cub.

The Red Paladin followed after her, clearly indignant. Black ignored him and Greens giggles. Blue nuzzled her gently, trying to provide some comfort. Red merely Mooney after her Paladin.

The red cub yelled a little longer before stalking off, almost crashing into the sweet Blue kitten. Black, Blue and Red sat up a little straighter, purring excitedly as the kit made his way to them. Green and Yellow wandered over curiously.

Black turned to Blue, doing her best to plead with her eyes. Yellow nudged the cub with her muzzle, poKing him with her claws.

The Blue kit looked at the Lions in awe. Black smiled appreciatively with the rest of her pride. Yes, this was a good cub. Nice amount of fear and adoration.

Blue sighed dramatically and plucked up her cub in her mouth, placing the terrified and flailing kitten onto Black’s nose. Black beamed.

The kitten fainted.

Jokes from elementary school were pretty fucked up and could easily double as creepypasta

I remember in my elementary school there was a joke that circulated about a guy who wore headphones going in for a haircut. The barber said he needed him to take his headphones off, but he refused. The barber cut around the headphones but later asked again, but the man once again refused to take them off. The barber then got aggressive and took them off, and the man fell dead on the floor. The barber, curious, put on the headphones and it was the voice of a woman saying “Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.”

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven


“Hey, love.” Jungkook said as he stood.

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crossing the line || preview

pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: teacher!au, smut
word count: 906

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for whatever it was you were getting yourself into as you entered the school theatre. You saw the class performing on stage before you noticed your drama teacher, Mr. Kim sitting in the middle row of chairs, casually minding his own business and taking notes.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth, quietly walking towards him and blocking the light coming from the stage as you stood in front of him. He stopped writing in his notepad, glancing up at you before he spoke, “Miss Y/L/N?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. 

You offered him a small nod of your head, “Can I sit down?” you quipped, using your best ‘sweet’ voice, “I need to talk to you.”

He swallowed a little, his mouth falling open as he devoured his eyes upon the exposed skin of your legs, your thigh-highs and your see-through dress shirt. He lightly bit his lip as he saw your red, lacy bra through your shirt, cupping your breasts just right and pushing them up in a way that made his mouth water.

You smirked as you squeezed by, seeing his cheeks flush a little and his eyes finally stop undressing you. You locked eyes with him as he scooted up in his seat, leaving you some room to pass him so that you could sit in the chair right next to his.

Just as you sat down, he cleared his throat, glancing back down at his notepad and what he was writing, “There’s really nothing to talk about,” he began, nibbling on his bottom lip as he continued writing. “I already dropped you from the class.”

You saw it coming, knowing the rules and knowing that more than five absences would lead to classes automatically being dropped – and you have been gone for over a week, almost two. 

“Mr. Kim, please,” you almost begged, your voice trailing off in a whine, “I will have to take contemporary dance if I get dropped from this class.”

He merely shook his head, still not even glancing up at you. “You should’ve thought about that before,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N, you know the rules.”

You huffed before your eyes lit up with mischief as you thought, here we go… Your plan wasn’t working and you had to speed things up. Fast. 

Without a second thought, you slowly slid your hand over to his thigh, making him stop writing immediately but he still didn’t look at you.

“I’ll do anything,” you spoke slowly as you began smoothing your hand even further up as you slightly leaned in, “If you let me back in.”

You felt the rush, knowing you had his attention at this point and knowing you had him right where you wanted him. Normally, you would’ve never even attempted to do something like this, but you frankly didn’t care. You didn’t have anything to lose and currently, you wanted to be Mr. Kim’s… well, anything. 

You didn’t really get a reaction from him until you palmed his half-hard cock, lightly stroking him through his pants, making him jolt instantly and push your hand away as he finally glanced up at you. “I – I have no idea what you’re trying to do young lady, but I think you’d better stop.” He stuttered, tightening his jaw as he tried his best to keep that strict demeanour.  

“Why? What’s the matter, Mr. Kim?” you questioned, a smirk etched on your face as he turned to face you. “Are you nervous?”

He breathed in deeply. “Listen, I am your teacher and–” he began, swallowing a little but you didn’t even let him finish as you cut in.

“So does that mean I’m back in the class?” you interjected playfully.

“No,” he instantly replied as he ran his hand along the side of his jaw.

You snorted, leaning back in your seat as you rolled your eyes, “Come on, I will do things for you that no other student has ever done before,” you whispered seductively as you bit your lip, pressing yourself against him so he could feel every line of you. “You want me to give you a little sneak peak?” you purred, your voice strangely sexy and endearing as you ran your soft hands up your own inner thighs slowly.

His eyes momentarily fluttered closed, his breath hitching in his throat before he finally let out another long breath and when he opened up his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of your short plaid skirt pulled all the way up and your small fingers pressing into your lacy thong.

His brown eyes widened as he breathed out a moan before briefly glancing up at the stage to make sure none of the students had caught on to the inappropriate scene unfolding in the middle row. “You are insane,” he muttered, his voice lowering into a growl as he stared hungrily down at you, licking his lips. He forced himself to look away from you as you kept pressing your fingers into your core, “Stop it. Are you trying to get me fired?” he muttered harshly, his voice barely there.

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you, sir?” you quipped, smirking as you flicked your panties to the side and offered him a little moan. Every nerve in your body were lit and buzzing with the desire coursing through you and merely being in this situation was beyond stimulating.  


a/n; ok so this is a super rough drabble but it has been sitting in my drafts for a long ass time 😩 pls look at it and let me know what u think! i might post a few parts or make a series out of this idk????

Sick Babygirl (M) - Final

Genre; s m u t 

Length; 3,300+ words

Kink(s); hella daddy kink/leaning more to dd/lg, a bit of sadism, oral (receiving), etc 

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

“D- Daddy..?” You whimpered as your cherubic eyes locked with his. This immense dark cloud turned his already piercing gaze damn near fatal.
Your stomach knotted up as he roughly laid you back onto the bed, wedging himself between your legs as he crawled on top of you. 

His large hands released their previous grip on your hair and throat, trailing down your chest. 
“You know-” He chuckled; doing that little twitch he usually did when he was trying to contain his anger, “-I thought I taught you better than that little girl..” His hands gently grazed over your barely clothed pert nipples, drawing out one of your mousy little whimpers. 

Without warning, his gentle touch became rough as he pinched one of your nipples between his fingers; tugging and twirling it the more he watched your pretty face contort. 
“I’m gonna punish you, kitten-” He lowly growled while his lips curled up in a pompous grin, “-and while I punish you, I want you to recite our rules- every single one of them as you count each spanking…”

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Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader- Sugar Bribery

Yay!! I actually posted something!!!! Now that testing is over, I can finally stop stressing over tests and work on requests!!!  I may still only write one or two per week, but I really don’t know what I’ll do. Also, I’M SO CLOSE TO FINISHING ALL OF MY REQUESTS!!!!  I think I still have at least six, but I’ll check when I post the next request that was sent to me.

Warning: Sexual Themes (Literally only kissing)

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KAI PARKER X READER

DESIRE

gets a lil’ steamy at the end ;)

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She sat in the middle of the Salvatore living room, a warm log fire crackling behind her and sending up flickering orange embers. She was in the middle of the lounge, legs folded over the plush carpet, head bent down in concentration, a thin layer of sweat gathering across her brow. She wore old and ripped black skinnes with a plain white tee, her hair tied up in a messy knot atop her head, strands sticking out here and there. A series of curse words tumbled off her pouted lips, her eyes fluttering open as she growled and grabbed the unlit candle in front of her before promptly sending it flying across the room and smashing into the wall. She breathed in the warm and woody scent of the open room, coming to her feet and narrowing her eyes as they landed on a concerned looking vampire.

“What do you want?” she snapped at Damon before blowing a piece of hair from her eyes.

His dark hair was messy, smoldering eyes avoiding hers, glass of bourbon in hand, as usual.

He pursed his lips, fingers fidgeting, obviously nervous as he responded, “I know you’ve been having some trouble getting your magic to work…”

“And?” she stood her ground, toes sinking into the fluffy carpet.

“I know I can’t really do anything to help you,” he started.

Her brilliantly bright eyes narrowed, and she bit at the inside of her cheek with worry, “you didn’t.”

“He can help you.”

Her heart dropped in her chest, anger flaring as she took three strides forward with her eyes locked on his shameful expression. Suddenly, the glass in Damon’s hand exploded, sending shards everywhere, and liquid pouring across his front. It sliced red into his skin, which healed itself at once, but didn’t wipe that shocked look off his face.

“You still want to tell me you have everything under control?” he growled under his breath.

She turned her back to him, eyes closing as she took in a deep breath, instant guilt settling in, hands running agitatedly through her hair.

“Look, Damon, I’m sor-” she turned back, eyes coming open and landing on someone who was most certainly not a Salvatore.

“Hey, princess.”

Kai was bent against the wooden door frame, arms folded across his chest, blue eyes drinking her up with a flick of his tongue against his rounded lips. He wore a dark tee with a bluish grey flannel, and it matched those eyes, she thought. His hair was perfectly smoothed up, eyebrows raised as a familiar smug expression settled across his infuriatingly perfect features.

“Kai,” she growled.

“Don’t sound so happy to see me,” he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m not,” she insisted.

His eyes narrowed, and he smiled to himself, “mhm, sure.”

“I have this under control,” she said, eyes pulling away from his.

“Say it one more time, and you might actually believe yourself,” he chuckled with a couple steps forward.

She clenched her jaw, and it pulsated lightly as she did her best to keep grounded.

“Aw, did I make you mad?” he said, picking up on this as well as the flare of her cute little nostrils.

“Leave,” she breathed, refusing to look at him.

“No,” he responded, coming closer to her, only a few steps away now.

“LEAVE,” she demanded, the fire in the grate flaring up to twice it’s size as she said it, her anger flooding into her magic without ease.

Suddenly his hands were on hers, fingers locking gently around her wrists, the familiar buzz of magic from his skin sending electrical currents into hers. As he held her, he worked her through the rush, and the fire slowly sunk down, resuming it’s natural glow and flicker after only a second. She took in a raspy breath, eyes opening again to meet Kai’s, her body going into overdrive from the close contact.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, gulping down the lump in her throat.

His lips twitched lightly before splitting into his familiar and goofy grin, “your emotions,” he smiled, dimples lighting his cheeks.

“What about them?” she asked, aware that his hands were still resting against her flesh.

“They’re all over the place,” he said. “That’s why your magic has been all over the place. Your emotions make you have this lack of focus that either results in you doing too little or doing too much.”

“Oh,” she said with disbelief.

He shook his head and dropped her wrists with a chuckle, “you can’t stand when I’m right.”

Kai waved his hands, and the broken candle reformed and zoomed back into place on the carpet, still flameless. The girl sunk onto her knees to sit on the carpet, and Kai towered over her and walked circles around her like predator after prey.

“Light it,” he commanded.

She shot a glare up at the heretic, who only winked in response. Sighing with exasperation, she focused back on the candle, mind buzzing as she urged a flame to appear, feeling more hopeless by the second when it remained stagnant. She bit her tongue, trying again and taking a sharp breath in when absolutely nothing happened.

“That’s what I thought,” Kai said, stooping down to her level.

“Going to mock me?” she hissed.

“No,” he blinked in surprise, sounding genuinely honest.

She didn’t say anything, she only pursed her lips and gave a small nod.

“Relax,” he encouraged softly, “don’t work yourself so hard.”

Kai trailed a finger in the air, and as he did so her hair came undone and went spilling in loose waves across her shoulders. Then he traced a little swirling motion with his slender fingers, which caused her shoulders to settle and body to ease into relaxation. The pressure on her chest seemed to lift, the heat inside of her dissipating. He nodded, approving of his work and smiling at her adorable and confused expression.

“Good,” he said, moving around to come behind her.

Kai got on his knees behind her, the tiniest of gaps between their bodies as he sunk into her back, hands wrapping around her body from behind and sliding up her arms, cool silver rings grazing her skin as his fingertips drew gently to her palms.

“Close your eyes,” he breathed soothingly, “and try again.”

So she did. Her eyes closed, fingers separating as she took in a deep breath. But as she did so, Kai’s overpowering scent entered her lungs, and her mind instantly went into a haze as she drowned in the smell of pine trees and dark spices. His soft flannel wrapped around her as he did, and she couldn’t help but find herself wanting to bury her face into the cozy fabric that pressed into her. Worst of all was that feeling of his chest pressing hard into her back, his heart thumping softly as his breath came trickling across her skin.

“Y/N?” he asked, giving her wrists a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

She tried with all her might to ignore Kai and get the flame to spark, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I’m having trouble…focusing,” she mumbled under her breath, eyes closing as she gave another attempt.

She could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “why’s that?”

She tried to formulate a clever response, but was met with nothing, so chose to ignore him. She shook her head, eyes narrowing as she embraced Kai’s closeness rather than getting distracted by it, and just like that-

“Impressive,” he smiled.

A flame burst to life, flickering gold and red and dancing side to side.

She let out a happy little giggle, “it worked!”

“See? Your emotions,” Kai persisted.

“Or I just figured it out,” she said to the candle, fully aware that Kai was still wrapped around her.

“Magic is driven by emotion, little witch,” he purred softly into her ear, “and if you don’t believe it when I say it, maybe you will when you feel it.”

Kai’s voice had dropped low, and her eyes latched to his momentarily, her head turning to the side as his eyes darkened. The heretic pushed his hands further down, so that his fingers now came lacing through her own, his magnificent blue eyes darting between her own eyes and lips. He bent in closer, force fully pressed into her backside as he breathed across her skin.

“It can be driven by joy, anger, sadness, and even…” he trailed off.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, heart hammering as he dipped his lips inwards.

“Desire,” he finished.

He let her make the decision, which she didn’t think for two seconds about before delving into his lips. Her mouth came crashing against his, a new wildfire starting, but this one inside of her body. Kai squeezed her hands as he rocked his hips lightly into her backside, earning a soft noise of approval from her. He liked the sound a lot, he wanted to hear it again, he thought. Their lips worked in sync, fast and hungry, but this position not being enough for her, she flipped the heretic onto his back and climbed over his chest, straddling him as she shook her hair back and brought her hands sliding across his chest. His hands went flying up, cold rings to her flesh as he went about seizing her head and forcing her back down to his lips, her own hands finding their way into his brown locks. Each brush of their flesh sent a wave of ecstasy like magic into each other’s bloodstream, the need to taste and feel it all rising in their chests. She rolled her hips softly against him, causing Kai’s mouth to fall open, at which point her tongue found it’s way into his mouth. Kai growled with hunger, mouths refusing to part as they both kissed until they had no breath left, each waiting to see if they could hold out longer than the other. His hands went sliding around her thighs and squeezing them roughly, about to hook into them when the two were suddenly aware of a burning sensation. A huge ring of fire had erupted from the candle alone, the magic bursting out from her because of her hunger and lust being all over the place, and it now swarmed their bodies, engulfing the carpet and crawling closer. The girl cursed, having no idea what to do as she stared at the fire with panic, but then she felt Kai’s slender fingers trail across her cheek, and she looked back down at him. He signalled to take a deep breath with him, so she did, closing her eyes and focusing on him, opening them soon after to a fire-less room. Kai blinked up at her with admiration, a proud smirk forming on his lips, blue eyes crinkling with knowing.

Cuddles, Shance Fluff Week Prompt 5

June 8th: Cuddles/Hugs

“Wait. So you’re telling me, that you, the Pack Alpha, has never cuddled before?!?” Lance asked incredulously, staring at his leader. Hunk dropped his spork, Keith choked on his food goo, and Pidge gasped.

Shiro flushed a little, unusually embarrassed for such a strong and commanding Alpha. “Well, no, I was always really busy at the Garrison and while yes, I was really popular, nobody ever really wanted to get too close?”

Lance threw his hands up in exasperation. “No wonder you’re so stiff all the time!!! You haven’t experienced the joys of group cuddles!” The Omega cried, distressed. Pidge nodded, eyeing Shiro suspiciously.

“Yeah, every family spends time on group cuddles, Shiro. Matt and Dad didn’t include you on the Kerberos mission?” The young Beta asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.

Shiro shook his head. “No, we all slept in different areas of the ship. No cuddles whatsoever.” Hunk squawked in alarm at the news.

Lance slammed his hands down on the table and stood up, determination glinting in his eyes. “That’s it, I’ve heard enough. Come on guys, we’re doing a massive cuddle pile! Hunk, grab every blanket and pillow you can find and bring them to my room.” The Omega ordered, his best friend nodding and abandoning his food in order to dash off to find the requested materials.

“Wait, why your room?” Keith asked, already on his feet with Pidge clambering up the Alpha’s back.

Lance smiled sheepishly. “I uh, tend to hoard all the softest stuff. Like blankets and pillows. Also the occasional clothing item? It’s an Omega thing, my Mamá did it all the time.” He explained, pulling the pack leader from his chair and moving behind Shiro to start nudging him in the direction of the Blue Paladin’s quarters.

“Lance, you don’t have to do this, it’s fine-” Shiro sputtered, stumbling along to where the demanding Omega was pushing him. He didn’t fight back though, the idea of a group cuddle suddenly sounding increasingly appealing to his Alpha instincts.

“No way, you’re gonna get cuddles one way or another. Team bonding and all that! How can we be a pack if we don’t snuggle now and then? Besides, I kind of miss it. My family would always dedicate every Sunday night to sleeping in a cuddle pile in the living room. Yeah, snuggling with Hunk or Pidge is nice, but a cuddle pile is like coming home, you know? A pack thing.” Lance rambled, now leading Shiro by the wrist to his room, Keith carrying Pidge and jogging to keep up.

Shiro blinked as he was suddenly pulled inside Lance’s room, noticing the massive nest on Lance’s bed. Mostly blue blankets, as well as several pillows as a few shirts, mostly… black shirts? Wait, was that-

“Is that my vest?” Shiro asked, pulling out of Lance’s grip and moving to pick up the aforementioned piece of clothing. Pidge started snickering, and the Alpha turned to see a red faced Lance.

“Uh, like I said, it’s an Omega thing. It’s super comfortable… and it smells like you? A pack thing! Honest!” Lance yelped, flailing his hands around, Keith rolling his eyes at his packmate until Hunk hurried in with more blankets not a moment too soon.

Lance recovered from his embarrassment quickly and tugged everyone onto his bed, arranging the blankets and pillows for a more suitable nest, Hunk leaning against the wall, Shiro in the big Beta’s lap, Keith snuggled in between Hunk’s arm and Shiro’s shoulder, Pidge pressed up against Shiro from the other side, while Lance dimmed the lights and happily plopped himself into Shiro’s lap, snuggling up against that broad chest.

“There. What do you think? This is how my family used to do it, though we had a lot more members.” Lance asked, tilting his head up to gauge Shiro’s reaction.

The pack leader hummed thoughtfully, quietly shifting to arrange himself more comfortably, feeling his Alpha side rumble contentedly. He relaxed and tipped his head forwards to nuzzle at Lance’s hair, lightly scenting him.

“It feels… really nice.” He murmured, and Pidge beamed from her spot against his side, Hunk chuckling and Lance purring at the attention from his Alpha.

“This was a pretty good idea.” Keith yawned, already sleepy. Pidge chirped a sound of agreement, Hunk resting his head on top of Shiro’s.

Soon, mostly everyone was asleep, aside from Shiro and the lightly purring Omega in his lap. Shiro shifted slightly, cheek still resting in Lance’s hair.

“Hey, Lance?” He asked quietly, his packmate lifting his head a bit.

“Yeah? What’s up?” The sleepy teen asked, blinking big blue eyes at his Alpha. Shiro’s heart fluttered at the vulnerable expression on that pretty face, and he smiled, pulling the Omega closer in a hug.

“Thanks.” Lance purred a little louder and nuzzled at Shiro’s neck.

“Anytime, Alpha.”
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Why is it that whenever I see the word “cuddles” I immediately think “Omega Lance”? Anyway, hope you enjoyed! :3
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A Sadist’s Paradise - Pt. 3

Genre; hella smut

Length; 2,300+ words

Kink(s); Daddy kink, exhibitionism, sexual torture, sexual sadism, degradation, etc

Originally posted by shittyoongi

As your boyfriend slowly slid off you, he made his way over to his sadistic little toy box. 
“So my sweet little dongsaengs..” He purred to the younger men, only glancing back at them for a second- that dark, intimidating demeanour returning in an instant. “Do you like rope?” He asks, chuckling after as he rummages through the small chest for a moment- pulling out two separate wrapped up bundles of baby blue rope.  

Both men bite their lower lips anxiously as their Hyung walks over to them. “Don’t be nervous my sweet puppies…” Yoongi purrs as he swiftly ends up behind them.
“I promise we’ll all have lots of fun.” Gently runs the backs of his hands along their spines, “Now, put your hands behind your back for me." 

"Yes- Yes, Sir.” Jimin sweetly replies as his still semi-shy Hyung stays silent though they both comply with ease. 

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anonymous asked:

dunno if you take requests anymore but can you pplease write something where harry texts you all the naughty things he'd do to you from his point of view? like if he was on tour or travelling to do promo of SOTT or Dunkirk, wtv x

Harry. Missus.

Disclaimer: I’m not gonna write the cliche where Harry tells the missus what to do and how, I’m going to write what Harry would make happen if he were with the missus, but there won’t any clue at all. If you don’t like this kind of stuff please simply don’t read it and don’t send hate. I’m sorry if there are many typos, I’m on my phone and can’t fix them at the moment. Thanks for reading if you do.


Hey babe! I’m just done with interviews and promo. 

I’ve had my dinner but… Somehow, I’m still hungry ;)

You want dessert? :P

Mmm I won’t say no to something warm and sweet babe

What I have melts on the plate..

It’s not even going to make it to the plate. Straight into my mouth babygirl… I’m famished ;)

So come hop your cute petite ass onto my desk. I want to take my time and enjoy that amazing body for as long as I can 

I’ll run my hands up over your feet and along your calves, squeezing and massaging them until I grip your thighs, right behind your knees and smile up at you, turning me head up for a kiss.

You bend down and open your mouth, your warm sweet breath filling my head and I’ll dig my fingers into your soft thigh and lean up, biting your lips and growling into you as I suck on your tongue lightly.

Lay back and enjoy this babygirl. I’ve got you.

I’ll groan and suck on your tongue harder. digging my fingers into your flesh and massaging my way up and down your thighs as your hair falls around us and I feel your arms snake around my neck

I sit forward and pull you closer, pressing my body between your legs, grinding against you slowly while my hands keep fondling your soft legs, my thumbs digging in and probably leaving slight marks and bruises on your delicate skin

Your hands and fingers slide into my short black hair, gripping my as I push my tongue against yours, tasting you and hungering for more! I growl again, breathing heavily as I rush my lips against yours and feel your tongue gliding over mine,warm and wet and slippery in my mouth

You feel me begin to grow in my jeans. You’re just wearing one of my tshirts and a pair of lace panties. My bulge growing and throbbing, hard against you through the soft material. I grip you by your legs and pull you closer, rubbing myself against you and feeling your warmth through our clothes, your hands pulling and scratching at my head and neck as we kiss passionately.

I move my hands behind you, grabbing you by your gorgeous ass and squeezing one cheek in each hand. I pull you against me and lean forward, pushing my boy into yours.

You move and wiggle against me, rubbing your tits against my chest and your legs wrap around my lower ribs, your ass barely touching the desk as I grope and feel you and out tongues explore each-others’ mouths

I groan loudly and feel you begin to grind against my bulge. You let out little purring sounds into my mouth as I feel you grinding your lit and pussy against my bulge. Your ass moving in my hands as you buck your hips, dry humping me while I squeeze your sexy butt cheeks hard and firm

I chuckle and pull away slightly, smiling up at you ‘Oh no you don’t, little one… I’m only getting started with you’ I say as I put one hand on your throat and push you back, choking you ever o slightly ‘You still oh me a dessert, don’t forget…’ pushing you further and further back until you have to unwrap your legs from around me

I take hold of both your legs and put them over my shoulders as you lean back on the desk, bracing yourself with your hands behind you. My hands move back up your thighs and push my tshirt up your soft pale body, exposing your flesh as I turn my head and kiss your inner thighs, first one then the other, letting you feel my stubble brushing and scratching your skin 

I lick and kiss and bite my way up your thighs as you whimper and pout above me

Harry, please.

‘Mmmm no not yet babygirl… You are on my time now. Be patient’ I smile, winking up at you and I push the shirt up over your tits and expose them both, letting my thumbs brush against your hard nipples as I bite and lick my way up your thighs

I feel your breathing slow and your body relax. I smell your warm soft skin, your scent filling my head.

I’ll brush one cheek against your pussy through your lace panties, feeling your body tense as my stubble scratches your most delicate little girl parts

I groan softly, but deep, letting you feel the vibration through my teeth and jaw on your thigh.I reach up with one hand, taking you by your throat and pushing you right back up against the wall, so you nearly fall backwards against it and the other hand grabs hold of your soft warm boob, and I squeeze it hard ‘Grrrmmmfff yes… This is what I’ve been thinking about all day my little pet' 

I turn my face, eyes close and breathing heavily, and I smell your panties, drawing in your scent and feeling your wetness on my nose and lips, groaning again letting the cool air blow over your wet panties, sending shivers up your body and making your legs tense so I can feel your heels digging into my back

I look up one last time, into your eyes, and growl possessively but calmly ‘This is mine, little one…’ and with that, I turn my head and push my face into your pussy, licking and groaning loudly into you, feeling your body shake and your legs tremble as I bite and lick and chew on your delicious, dripping cunt through your lace panties! 

Your  passion flowing over my face already. Your juices soaking through the lace and dripping down my chin as I growl and grunt and breath into you like an animal on its prey. Devouring your delicious sweet flower as gnawing at you like you’re the last meal I’ll ever have!

My hand gripping your throat, going tighter and firmer as I fall deeper into the abyss of my lust. Squeezing your tit and rolling your nipples between my fingers, you know I’m going to leave marks on your neck but you don’t care. You beg and plead as I bite and lick your pussy through your panties and I push my gface into you more, harder, firmer! My nose rubbing against the hood of your clit and my tongue slipping your panties aside and finally sliding between your smooth wet pussy lips, tasting your nectar and feel your body shake in ecstasy! 

I hear you whisper ‘please’ desperately ad I come back from the fog, looking up at you, still rubbing my nose and lips and chin against your pussy 'Please what, kitten? What does my little pet need?’ I ask, my breath on your thigh nd my face still brushing roughly against your tender partially-exposed flesh

I smile and see the pleasure on your face and the lust in your eyes 'Well?’ I ask again, still rubbing my cheek and chin and nose against your pussy 'Please what, littler girl?’ I ask again, smirking at you and then taking your panties between my teeth and sitting back slightly, pulling them aside and down out of my way, breathing heavily so I can draw your scent deep into my lungs!

I smile and watch your eyes open and loo down at me, glazed over and lost in the clouds. I push my chair back and stand up slowly, bring my hand down from your throat. I take your panties in my fist roughly, my knuckles pushing and grinding against your pussy and clit, and I start pulling it own off you slowly, enjoying the feeling of your hand on my chest and neck and your legs shaking as you straighten and hold them together for me to pull your panties off.

I pull them off your soft, delicate feet and bring them up to my face and smell them 'Mmmm oh babygirl… This is what I’ve wanted all day’ I say as I look into your eyes and take them between my teeth and with my free hand I start undoing my jeans and pushing them down, along with my boxer. My rock hard cock springing into view at full attention!

I take your panties from my mouth and bring them over to your face 'Open wide princess’

You obey and I put them in your mouth, letting you taste your pussy juices, showing you how wet I made you and I take my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times against your soaking cunt, letting the foreskin draw fully forward and brushing it against your lips and clit 'Is thi what you want my little slut? Is this what my little whore is begging for?’ I ask tauntingly, stroking the length against you slowly and then taking it in my hand and slapping your bare pussy with it a few times, letting you feel the weight and hardness against your flesh

I smile and watch you change… My sweet, innocent little princess evaporates and is replaced by her twin… The sultry, slutty, hungry whore who can never get enough 'good girl…’

I growl and hold my cock at your entrance feeling you open your legs and put your heels against my ass, trying to pull me in but I hold back easily, controlling every move as I smile and look into your eyes 'Oh you eager, greedy little bitch’ I say, smiling and hearing you moan and pout and purr.

I rub my cock in small circles around your pussy and clit, stroking it a few more times, letting my foreskin move all the way up the head until it catches your lit and covers it, trapping it between my foreskin and the head of my cock. I lean in and bite your earlobe and growl softly 'This belongs to me, my little kitten…’ slapping my heavy hard cock against your pussy

Grunting as I hear you mewl desperately, hungrily, and then I suck your earlobe hard and whisper again 'And this, my little baby… .This belongs to you…’

And with that I hold my cock head at your entrance and without warning, I groan loudly straight into your ear, deafening you a I buck my hips and slide my swollen, thick mushroom cockhead between your smooth soaking pussy lips

In one long, slow, smooth thrust, I push myself into your warm, soft, trembling body. Filling you as I push inch after inch deep into you. Slowly, letting you feel every ridge and bump and vein, making every throbbing thick inch of me fill you up as you gasp and cry out and grab hold of me, your legs shaking and locking around my waist drawing me further

I groan and lay forward on you, my body weighing you down and pinning you to the desk and the wall, as I slide the last inch into you and you feel my heavy shaved balls against your ass and I stay there for  a moment, feeling your warm pussy engulf my cock and your body melting in my arms

I grunt and plant my legs apart from each other, putting one hand on the wall and the other on the desk

You hold onto me, clinging to me as I lift myself again and look down at you 'Enough of being soft and sweet. You’re not my princess anymore… You’re my whore!’

I growl and start bucking my hips, fucking you in slow deep thrusts at first, filling you with every hard thick inch and pulling out until just the head is left in you, then sliding back in

Deep and hard, making your body shake, banging the desk against the wall with my thighs, my heavy dangling balls slapping your ass with every thrust

I look into your big beautiful eyes, my breath i your face and my cock filling you again and again your moans filling the room and your smell driving me insane with lust 'Yes this is what you need. You fucking hungry, wanton little bitch! This is what you crave: To be mounted and dominated and rutted in by a beast

I groan and fuck you harder, driving my cock into your depths more violently with every thrust

My sweat from my forehead dripping onto you, my hands gripping the desk and my thighs hammering it against the wall! My body slapping against you as one after another the brutal, deep, violent thrusts wrack your body!

Your legs trembling, my body slapping against you, your pussy juices splashing along my haft and against my balls a they whack against your ass and pussy with every drive into you!

I take my hand form the wall and grab your throat, choking you violently, pushing you against the wall and glowering and grunting into your face with every animalistic thrust into your depths 'I’ll fuck you like I want to break you, you fucking greedy little whore!' 

Your hands clawing at me, grabbing and scratching, your breath wheezing through your nose and mouth as your beautiful eyes well up with tears and I grunt louder and louder! MY body slamming into you, driving my cock deep into your pussy and filling you with my raging hard flesh again and again and again!

Choking you against the wall, your toes curling over as your legs tremble and your juices squirt all over my legs and balls and desk, and I don’t give a fuck! I see your tears and hear you whimper and I growl, driven further into the red haze of my animal lust 'Cry and scream all you ant you slut! Nothing can save you now… You are mine and I’ll use you until you are broken into a thousand pieces!’

My fingers on your neck and throat, digging into you hard! I buck my hips and thrust with my legs, pounding my cock into you like I fucking hate you!! Leaning in I bite your neck an mark you, leaving my signs on you for the world to see, so everyone knows this bitch is owned and that you’ve bee used like the depraved whore you are!

I groan and bite you, sucking on your skin and I feel the tingle in my belly, that sweet familiar sensation that tells me I’m approaching the edge!

Your hands and nails digging into my back, marking me as I slam into you faster and faster. The desk shaking and  banging against the wall in a fast frantic rhythm now! My body pouring with sweat, my groans and grunts deepening and quickening, filing your ears so you can’t hear anything else in the world except my ravenous hunger for you!

I close my eyes and throw my head back! I grip your throat and pull you back suddenly, pulling your ass off the desk and I slam you down on it on your back, pushing your head up against the wall! Twisting and contorting your body as I want it

I pin you down and hold you i place, thrusting hard into you! Slamming you with all my strength, destroying your beautiful soft body as I pound my throbbing thick cock into your cunt without mercy!

'Grrraaagghh fuck bitch yes I’m close!!’ I scream loudly, choking you and grabbing hold of your thigh with my other hand! Digging my fingers into you again, marking you as I hammer your pussy hard and deep, making you ache inside and out!!

I close my eyes and my legs begin to shake. You pull me deeper, your on senses incoherent and scattered, your only sensations being the pain of my hardness ravaging your tight sopping cunt and my hands roughly holding you and overpowering you! Using you like a fuck doll I’m about to dump  a huge fucking load into!

I cry out and my body shakes suddenly! I plough forward, ramming my raging hard cock eep int you and holding it there, letting it throb and pulse deep in your gorgeous body!

I cry out and pin you down, holding you exactly where I want you!

Then I fall of the cliff. I release all the anger and frustration and lust and passion.. I cream loudly and choke you and grip you with all my power, marking and hurting you intensely, as my cock erupts deep in your cunt and I pump rope after rope of my thick, warm, creamy seed deep into your cunt and flood your omb with my spunk! 

My hands not releasing you, and shake an shiver and groan with each incredible jet of cum that pumps into you! One after another they flood your body, filling you as I groan and gasp in ecstasy, feeling myself melt into your warmth as your legs wrap around me possessively, not letting me go, holing me inside you, and I feel you clenching and releasing your cunt, milking my tender cock, drawing the last drops of me deep into you

I lay forward on top of you, my chest heaving, my heart racing, blood thundering in my ears and still I feel you. Your hands all over my back, your gorgeous legs still wrapped around my, not even considering letting go, and your brutalised, broken pussy still squeezing and milking my cock, wanting every single last drop of my seed deep inside your womb, and I gasp breathlessly 'even now kitten… gggrraaaggh… still as greedy as ever, my pet’

I’ll stay there, not pulling out. Growing soft inside you, feeling your bod melt under me. My seed filling you, warming you inside and I know that between my marks on your body, and my cum in your belly, my little slut has been well and truly owned. My kitten. My whore. My babygirl…

Fuck babe… I loved that.

So did I, too much

Mmm oh yes babygirl, mine to own and enjoy and spoil and use and show off and dominate

Hehe too much? I don’t think that’s a thing xx

   Touchè, it’s never too much because it’s never enough

It’s never meant to be enough. Lust is insatiable… And thank fuck for that!

Did you cum for me during that, babygirl?

Three times, I enjoyed that a lot I told ya

Oh fuck… I love that! 

I’m very glad you did. I cam so hard at the end. Harder than I had in a while

You’d have been filled up so much babygirl. Filled to the brim with my thick, warm cum

I don’;t think there is any better sign of ownership by a man, and submission by a woman, than him cumming deep n her pussy and filling her with his seed. I fucking love that so much.

I love how filthy and hungry you can be, while looking so sweet and innocent, babe

My kind of girl!

That’s why you chose me, :P

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‘… my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal … my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them … he was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.’

Brat Taming (M) - Final

Genre; S m u t

Length; 1,600+ words

Kink(s); Dirty talk, mild degradation, slight sexual torture

Originally posted by plznot

Needy whines escaped you as your essence flowed out of you, dripping down your bum as Namjoon paced back and forth in front of your vulnerable form. 

His piercing gaze loomed over you- eyeing you up and down as his plush lips curled up into a pompous grin. 
“You look like such a little slut like this kitten…” He teasingly growled as he strutted back over to you, wedging himself back into his place between your shapely legs. 

You could feel his hardened cock pressing against your heated core, “Da- Daddy please…” You whimpered, bucking your hips; attempting to give yourself the friction you so badly desired. 

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They’re still in the tavern.

Everyone has gone away and only few candles are alight, casting long shadows on the walls.
After the boisterous laughs and drunken mess of a moment before, now there’s a sober stillness that gives Lefou a certain… almost disquieting feeling.
He stole a glance towards Gaston.

He sat there, a forgotten pint half drunk in front of him on the table. His face was partially hidden by a shadow, and the warm light only enhanced the strong line of his jaw. He seemed deep in thought; apparently still brooding over something.

Lefou got up, wobbling slightly, and took his overcoat. Time to call it a night, he supposed.

“You all right?” he asked, breaking the silence.

He thought he had managed to cheer the man up with his– frankly brilliant - improvised song.
Gaston didn’t reply. Instead he stood up with a loud screech of the chair. Lefou stood still, blinking at his friend.
He came near him humming quietly.

“…say it again, who’s a man among men”

The deep rumble of that voice sends a shiver down Lefou’s spine.

“…who’s the super success”
Lefou went along with him, a much slower (and maybe tipsier) version of the tune.

He felt the sudden warm weight of Gaston’s hands on his shoulders and stilled immediately. Gaston circled him and went on, still humming, until he brusquely pulled Lefou against him from behind.

For the second time that evening Lefou found himself against that strong and compact chest, and his mind went blank. He felt a warm breath on his ear, and shuddered closing his eyes.
He didn’t know what’s gotten all of a sudden into Gaston, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. It all felt rather like one of his dreams. Maybe it was.

“…Don’t you know”

Hearing that deep baritone from so close and being able to feel the vibrations of it on his back did things to him. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Gaston’s hands travelled from his shoulders down to his sides, and gripped hard.

Pressed like he was against his body, being kept firmly in place by those muscled arms and powerul hands, Lefou felt warm all over, he wanted this dream to never end… not a dream though, supplied one tiny part of his rational mind.

Maybe he should stop this. Maybe Gaston was joking. But it didn’t seem like that. He never did such things, not with Lefou at least.
What if…

“Can’t you guess” Gaston growled lowly in his ear, then nuzzled in his curled hair.

“G-Gastoooon…” his own voice was a high-pitched and strangled exhalation.

“Mmmh, that’s right.”

He could feel Gaston’s smirk on his neck. His legs felt like jelly and Gaston’s arms locked firmly on his waist.
The candles’ light danced before his eyes, the room started to wobble.
Oh.
Oh no. It wasn’t the room. Lefou gasped and a low moan escaped him. Gaston was oh so very slowly swaying with him, left and right, humming still, back and forth, an hypnotizing rhythm.
But he needed to know.

“Isn’t- isn’t this a bit too much?” he asked, already fearing the response, the inevitable laugh and rejection.

Gaston breathed him in, rubbing his nose on Lefou’s neck. He nipped it lightly, his teeth sharp on his tender flesh. The man had really an obsession for bites, he thought amused. Seconds of cosy warmth and soothing rocking passed by.

“On the contrary, my little Lefou.” Gaston nearly purred, his voice was so low. Lefou gasped and felt a familiar electric pull on his lower belly.
Oh sweet heavens. Did he dare hope?

“It isn’t nearly enough.”


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( Part 2 )

A Perfect Sonnet (Yondu Udonta x Reader)

Requested by anon: may I have a smut scenario with Yondu, with a daddy kink, and a very very very (x100) sub and soft, maybe even slightly chubby S/o? Maybe make it fluffy too?

-Plus Size Female Reader-

A/N: Hope you like it sweetie and that I did your lovely request justice :)

Warnings: This is DD/LG Smut and if you’re not into Daddy Kink/ Daddy Doms/Caretakers of littles, this probably isn’t for you. Also, it’s really fluffy and loving, y'all.





“I have a surprise for ya, little one,” Yondu said softly while he brushed your hair with gentle strokes. He loved these quiet moments with you, where the two of you would just sit in silence or talk about how the day had been. But most of all, he loved taking care of you and the feeling that you actually needed him to do so.

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Twin Andrews Part 2 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by rebel-heda

Originally posted by fiftyshadesofroden

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part three: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

a/n: part two of twin andrews is here!! if you love it and want more make sure to send me a request for a part three!! love u nugs🌹

“wow V” i chuckle as we walk out of the gym “i can’t believe you got Betty onto the squad” we all laugh and Betty smiles admiringly to her friend.

“it’s about time we had a cooper on the squad” i chuckle looping my arm in the blondes “thank you both- this has been a dream since like forever-” she swoons grabbing her heart.

“you wish is our demand” Veronica tells her friend as we bow jokingly in front of her we all laugh holding a new uniforms in our hands “should we try them out for size?” i nod eager to get into something that was familiar.

we pile into the girls change room and put on our uniforms “im a vixen!!” Betty squeals jumping up at down and swishing her mini skirt.

“B can you zip me up?” i pull my red hair aside as she zips me up

“wow (y/n/n) looking hot!” Veronica exclaims fanning herself cause me to stick my tongue out at her “why thank you miss V”

we walk out of the changing rooms head held high, it started to finally feel like i was finally getting back into my old life, the one i left a year ago for with my mum. I find myself smiling at my friends glad that i came back, i needed them and I didn’t know that till this very moment.

“have you spoken to Archie?” i was snapped out of my thoughts

“spoken to him about what?” i ask stopping at my locker to grab a few books “Betty didn’t tell you?” i shrug feeling someone’s eyes on me “tell me what?” i press.

“she doesn’t need to know-” Betty stumbled with her words, i furrow my eyebrow hitting myself in the head with my chemistry book “if this is about B having a crush on him then yes i know” i roll my eyes.

walking backwards i giggle at Betty’s blushed cheeks, ronnie joins in on the giggle nudging the blonde with her elbow “approve?” she questions and i nod winking st the girls

“look i gotta go- Pop’s after school to celebrate? we have our very first Cooper and Lodge girl that means milkshakes and burgers on me” i ask glancing at the clock it was the last lesson and I was craving one of pops famous burgers

“sounds like a good idea!” Betty smiles at me “good see ya’s later”

i turn on my heels and collide with another body sending me to a heap on the floor, i land on the victims chest and we bop heads “fuck!” i cuss rubbing my head.

i didn’t get a chance to see his face before i tried to stand instantly going dizzy, hands dart to my waist keeping me steady.

“woah easy there Andrews” i instantly recognised the voice “Jughead?” i exclaim glances at his face taking in all his features and that old beanie of his “oh my god” i throw my arms around him as he circle my waist.

“i wow you look-” i step back glancing at him “you look good juggie” i hug him once more and he freezes before hugging me back. “still not a hugger?” i ask and he shakes his head.

“no but you’ve always seemed to be the exception” i laugh “id love to stay and talk but i have chem-” he smiles “me too, walk together?” i nod following the boy

“so how come you weren’t at Pop’s last night for my big return, i knew something was missing but Archie didn’t mention anything” he goes quite so i figure I’ve hit a nerve.

“how are things?” i ask changing the subject “yeah okay” his voice sounds strained “are you sure?” i press “im here aren’t i?” i bite my lip and walk next to him in silence earning a few glances from peers, a river vixen walking with an ‘outcast’.

“this is us” he point to the class i follow him in just as the second bell rang others scrambling into their seats as Mr Hill slips in behind us “seats everybody” i gulp glances around desperately for a seat i forget we’d be in pairs.

all eyes are on me and within seconds the class is buzzing in soft whispers “Andrews” i hear jughead call sitting a few desks back, he gestures to the open seat next to him and gladly slip into it “thanks jones”.

he nods glancing to the front of the class “welcome back miss andrews” Mr Hill greets me “good to be back” i clear my throat awkwardly the eyes of my classmates piercing into me.

“so the hotter Andrews is finally back” i turn in my seat to see Reggie smirking in his seat running his hands through his hair “Reggie Mantle, god even Chicago couldn’t erase your idiot voice from my brain” i smile sweetly batting my eyelashes before facing forward rolling my eyes.

jughead laughs at my comment and i smile at him “baby you couldn’t forget me if you tried” i shake my head facing forward “oh but baby It’s not your devilish good looks that made you memorable it was more what you were lacking in you know where”

the class erupts in laughter and i smirk at my victory “ive always liked you feisty my little river vixen” he purs.

“enough” our teacher yells standing and scribbling notes on the board “good to be back” i mumble catching Reggies sleazy glances in the car of my eye “gross”

i mumble copying the notes “you okay?” jughead whispers “yeah just sleaze ball taking a little bit of a long look” i gesture to Reggie with my pencil and Jughead narrows his eyes at the boy.

“yeah he definitely hasn’t changed since you left” i laugh trying to hold in my giggles and people’s eyes start to stray from the board to me.

“hey juggie” he murmurs glancing to the board then back to his book “Betty & Veronica wanted to go to Pop’s after school to celebrate them making the team- do you maybe wanna come?”

he puts down his pencil facing me “andrews are you asking me out?” i jolt up shaking my head furiously

“no i um no i was just-” i give up when i realise im no longer speaking English “what i meant to say is that no the whole gangs going to be there and i want to hear more about what’s happening around here- Betty told me you’ve been writing about Jason”

he turns to the front nodding “ill be there, we can talk about Jason another time when it’s just the two of us” i nod returning to my work.

“why aren’t we celebrating you becoming a vixen?” i roll my eyes “ive been on the squad since freshman year juggie it’s not that big of a deal” i tease clicking my pen.

“noted” he replies focusing his full attention to the white board.

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“(y/n)!”

i turn to see my brother jogging over to me looking slightly puffed “you good?” i ask continuing to walk my brother following hot on my heels, i was eager to get out of this damn school and to Pop’s.

“are you going to the dance tonight?” i knit my brows “what dance?” i question approaching my locker to grab a few books slipping them into my bag.

“the school dance- its tonight- Betty asked if I’d go with her and Ronnie” i close my locker “she what?” i say surprised.

“i- i dunno she just asked if I’d go with them and i said yes which means you have to okay!” i grown “arch i don’t want to go to a stupid school dance” he grabs me by the shoulders pulling me toward him “please!” he begs.

i remove his hands from his shoulders and start the walk to his car, “please please please please please” i block him out taking long strides to reach Archie’s truck.

“open the damn truck arch” he shakes his head “Archie! Open the damn truck” i yell frustration consuming me at how annoying my brother was being “i swear to god Archibald is you do not open this door i will kill you!” i hiss and he shakes his head.

“ill open the door if you come to the dance” i groan resting my head against the door “fine fine! ill go” i say in defeat earning a happy yell from my brother followed by the beeps of the car being unlocked “hallelujah” i mumble getting into the car.

“Betty and Veronica are going to the mall to buy a dress so ill drop you off and you can pick out something nice okay” he teases smiling stupidly at you “why don’t we both ditch and order in watch a movie something actually enjoyable” i offer clasping my hands together to beg.

“no, i can’t let them go by themselves” i smack his arm “um why the bloody hell not? we can take care of ourselves yanno” i tell him irritation itching at me.

“oh well it’s your first social event back- you need this” i ignore him glancing out the window as he pulls into the parking lot of the mall “bye sissy” he teases. i slam his truck door and flip him off as he drives away.

“jerk” i mumble

“you made it!” i walk toward the blonde and the raven headed girls “i made it” i smile at them as they loop their arms in mine “let’s get you a killer dress” i tell Betty as we walk into the complex and she blushes

“archie tell you?” i nod “when were you going to tell me you asked my brother out?!” i exclaim bumping her shoulder “i didn’t ask him out i asked him to the dance with V it’s not like it’s a date”

“whatever you say coops” i wink at her and run my fingers across the nearest dress rack “wish i had someone to go to the dance with” i think aloud flicking through the hangers.

“what about Jughead? Yous seemed pretty cozy in the hall” Betty speaks up curiosity filling her voice “oh my god!” i exclaim cursing.

the mention of his name reminds me that we were supposed to be meeting at Pops now “shit shit shit” i smack my forehead trying not to think about how hurt he’s going to be when he shows up and none of us being there

“what’s wrong?” Ronnie asks concerned her arms full of dresses “i invited Jughead to Pops tonight and i totally spaced” i tell them guilty “im sure he’ll understand” Betty tries to comfort me placing a hand on my shoulder.

“i hope so” i sulk “do you know what happened with him and my brother?” she shakes her head “they haven’t really spoken since before summer break i don’t think they spoke for the whole summer” i gulp, great what the hell happened.

the rest of the shopping trip i spent too engulfed in my own thoughts and theories about my brother and his former bestfriend that i barely noticed buying a dress and getting to Betty’s house.

“earth to (y/n)” im snapped out of my thoughts by Ronnie, she waves the curling wand in front of my face “you almost ready Arch will be here soon” i nod finishing off my hair and grabbing my dress “ill just change and ill be down before you know it”

“okay we’ll be outside”

i nod closing the door and quickly changing into my dress sliding on my heels and applying another coat of lipstick before glancing at myself in the mirror. i didn’t look half bad i smile at my reflection before the tooting of a horn brings me back to earth

“really archie? i was coming jesus” i complain opening the front door of Betty’s house and walking down the driveway to meet my brother the girls already tucked into the car

“wow little sis you look decent when you put in effort”

i gasp shoving him in the chest “your 10 minutes older than me okay-”

he rolls his eyes at me and mockingly opens the door for me, i smile sarcastically at him and slip in the passenger seat “the quicker we get there the quicker we can get home” i think aloud

“c'mon it can’t be that bad” Veronica teased but i just shook my head “you have no idea”

a/n: sorry for it being long and kinda poopy im in the midst of starting a new part it’s just with the ending i wanted for this is would’ve taken SO LONG! but be excited for part three because their will be lots of jughead x reader fluff! so if you’d like that PLEASE (im low key begging you) to just type a ‘part 3’ or ‘i really like this series or just SOMETHING. silent readers get me down!

and as always requests are wide open my friend feel free to drop a question or a request, love hearing from you nuggets!

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Never Disobey Daddy (M)

He stood there, smugly leaning against the doorway as he watched you bravely continue to play with yourself.  

“Really kitten?” He sternly said with a raised brow, chewing on his plump red-stained lower lip for a second as his gaze turned darker with each passing second that he watched your curvaceous form squirm on the pure white satin sheets beneath you. 

Your small, slender fingers explored your sopping folds; the feeling of his eyes burning into you fueled your arousal and it showed as your essence began to slightly drip down to your bum. “Mhmm..” You replied with a soft whine, looking over at the greek god that was your boyfriend with heavy lidded eyes. 

Stretching his neck from side to side, Wonho stalked over to you. His large hand gently ran up the inner part of your leg before roughly gripping, yanking you towards him. 

An animalistic snarl escaped him as his upper lip lifted like an angered predator. 
“Oh, you’re such a brave little slut aren’t you?” He growled as he roughly pushed your hand away from your princess parts, flipping you onto your stomach in one swift motion.  

You could feel butterflies fill your tummy as you began to anxiously anticipate his next move. The wetness between your legs puddles onto the sheets beneath you; God did you love when he was like this. 
A small giggle poured from your velvety, parted lips. “You know I am Daddy.” As you opened your mouth to speak again his hand harshly connected with the round globes of your ass, replacing your words with shaky yelps. 

“You know I hate having to punish you, little girl…” Wonho purred, roughly massaging the reddened areas on your ass, smacking them again- increasing the harshness with every hit. He adored the little whimpers and yelps that came from you, listening to all the gorgeously lewd sounds you made had him painfully hard. 
Pulling you towards the edge of the bed, he kept you bent over as he held both your wrists in one hand; he pressed his clothed member against you causing a wanting little whine to flow out of you. 

“You want Daddy deep inside you, huh my little slut?” 

“Daddy would love to be buried inside that sweet little cunt of yours, princess, but you’ve been so bad…”

“Bad behaviour cannot go unpunished, and what kind of punishment would it be if I gave you what you wanted.” 

“But don’t worry kitten, we’re going to have a lot of fun. I just hope you remember your safeword.”