my problem is i want to jump him when he says stuff like that

Watch Me Babygirl

this is my gif from my personal blog btw :)

A/N: I’m a ho for highschool!bts so I began writing a series literally nobody asked for so this is part 1 of ?

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied sexy stuff(?), fuckboy!jungkook 

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@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she’s Tinker Bell’s daughter??


Word Count: 5251

Also, warning. I started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. It kind of turned a little angsty.


“…What? This is a joke, right?”

You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.

Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”

“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle, you’d be totally for it?”

“No, of course not–”

You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried. To. Kill. You.”

“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.

You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben. “Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”

“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”

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Infinity - Made in the A.M. series

Originally posted by twofronteeth

Requests: 1. Getting into a fight with h at Anne’s house please. 2. request-going to lunch with h, his family, and your family. (These were two separate requests I just combined them)

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: I’m starting to work on the requests I’ve been sent, thank you so much to everyone who has been sending them! Feel free to send more 


It had been one of the best days you had had with Harry in a while.

Every day you spent with him seemed to be a great day, but he had been really busy lately so the two of you hadn’t been able to do much. You never blamed him, this was the lifestyle you signed on for after all, but you were still grateful for days like this.

The two of you had started the day with a lazy sleep in. Despite it being the late morning you had remained in bed, shifting from lying in each other’s arms to gentle, loving kisses for hours. The two of you shared some long-awaited downtime together, just drinking each other in.

But when the time on your bedside clock had hit 11 o’clock the two of you had begrudgingly gotten out of bed and started getting ready for the day. Anne had been planning this lunch for weeks and the last thing she would have wanted was for the two of you to be late. You both knew how her mind went to the worst case scenario when anyone was more than three minutes late.

So, punctual as ever, Harry’s car rolled into the driveway of his family home right on 12:30. You had gone to open the door to get out but Harry had grabbed your arm to catch your attention. “Hey,” he spoke softly, “I love you.”

You were sure your smile spread from ear to ear as you returned those three little words. You leaned over to place one last gentle kiss on Harry’s lips before you joined both his and your family for lunch.

When you walked in, both your families were already scattered in small groups throughout the house, each in separate conversations. “Y/N!” Anne exclaimed as she saw you walk through the door. She quickly made her way over to you and wrapped you up in a big hug, squeezing you so tight you could hardly breathe. “Good to see you too, Mum,” Harry joked as he stood to the side.

She gave him a light smack on the arm but pulled him into a hug seconds later. “It’s good to see you,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

The two of you spent the next half hour greeting the rest of the family members who were at the gathering and sipping champagne, up until Anne announced that the food was ready. You both took your seats at the table and seconds later Harry had placed his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb.

For a while, everything was complete bliss. Harry was by your side and your family was all around, chatting and eating great food. You had always been very family orientated and times like this were one of the things you loved most in this world.

Everything was going perfectly until your mother brought up your family friend, Isabelle, having a baby last week.

“Hopefully it won’t be long until Harry and Y/N start giving us cute little grandchildren,” Anne said with a grin.

“Well, he better put a ring on it first,” you joked and everyone else laughed along easily.

Everyone, that is, but Harry.

At your words, he hastily removed his hand from your thigh and your laughing was cut short. A few people around the table, as well as yourself, noticed his sour expression, Gemma being one of them. With a quick glance between the two of you, she knew to change the subject.

“I’m thinking of visiting Isabelle and the baby tomorrow if anyone wants to join me,” she broke the silence that had filled the room. By now everyone had noticed that Harry did not appreciate your joke, so everyone was quick to latch onto her subject change.

You, on the other hand, just looked at Harry in confusion. What was his problem? The two of you had been dating for over three years now and had been living together for almost two. Surely marriage is what you were working towards. The two of you had never said it out loud before, but you had thought you had this silent understanding of what you both wanted for the future. But now you were starting to doubt this.

Harry refused to meet your gaze, eyes moving to whoever was speaking at that moment but never engaging in the conversation.

You stared down at your food, no longer feeling at all hungry.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, standing in your chair abruptly.

“You alright love?” Anne looked at you in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just going to the bathroom sorry,” you smiled at her, but it didn’t meet your eyes.

You quickly exited the dining room, acutely aware of Harry standing in his place and following you out. You walked all the way to the other end of the house before turning to face Harry, you didn’t want your families to hear any of this conversation. You opened your mouth to speak but Harry beat you to it.

“What the hell was that Y/N?” he snapped at you.

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The Anti-Myth Masterpost

Out of sheer boredom and frustration, I’ve compiled a list of dumb things antis say and some facts to contradict them. Though I don’t think antis actually pay attention, they just vomit nonsense and never stick around for a rebuttal, here goes nothing anyway. Because I am tired of seeing good, pure people being harassed and sent death threats by these crazies. So here we go.

Anti-Myth: Otayuri is pedophilia.

Fact: Pedophilia is legally defined as attraction to or sex with a minor under the age of 13

Anti-Myth: Yurio is still a minor.

Fact: Yurio is now 16, the legal age of consent in Russia. He and whatever partner he chooses, as long as his partner is over the age of 16, is within their legal right. 

Anti-Myth: 16 year olds brains are not developed enough to comprehend sex.

Fact: A 16 year old can understand sex. Hell, even a 15 year old can. Teens at 15 or 16 hop into bed with older teens all the time–even I did. It’s actually normal. Plus, 16 is a far more common legal age of consent in the developed world anyway, this is not some perverted law by Russia and Kazakhstan, it’s actually very very normal. Even in Canada, 16 is the legal age of consent. If you’re American, respect your own laws, but we’re talking about A. fiction, and B. another country.

Anti-Myth: Otabek is too old for Yurio.

Fact: Otabek is literally 2.5 years older than Yurio. They’d literally be a junior and senior in high school, which happens all the time. It did with me, it did with countless others, and none of us were being abused. Plus, Otabek is not technically an adult, he’s still a teen himself. Same with JJ, if that is your ship. 

Anti-Myth: Shippers are disgusting because they are forcing Yurio into a sexual relationship and don’t respect their friendship.

Fact: Dude, if you want to see them as platonic friends, go ahead, no one is stopping you. Secondly, I’ve never met a shipper who doesn’t enjoy their friendship as being the stable building block of their relationship. For you, the relationship stops there. For us, we go on to see them as starting a romance after they’re ready. It’s all about the friendship, we just add to it.

Anti-Myth: Shippers like to sexualize 15 year olds. 

Fact: Well, maybe a few do. I mean, that’s what happens in big fandoms, you get some bad apples, especially if they come from countries themselves where the consenting age is 14 or something. But many, many shippers do not. They usually ‘sexualize’ Yurio when he’s a little older, or like to imagine him a little older when he starts becoming intimate. Plus it’s not just us, the creators and animators of the show have been sexing up Yurio for months now in official art, and with WTTM flashing his nipples and abs–I mean, don’t blame us.

Anti-Myth: Otayuri conditions children to think pedophilia is normal.

Fact: First of all, no it doesn’t. Yet again, pedophilia is any relationship where one is over the consenting age, and the other is under the age of 13. Which is not happening here. It may give them the impression that 16/18 is normal, and yeah it is, especially in many developed countries. If you have a problem with that, take it up with them, not us. This really should not be a hard concept. Also it’s FICTION. Do people jump into bed with their siblings after watching Game Of Thrones? No, because they’re not idiots. Not everything is based on American laws. This is an anime, written by a Japanese woman, made in Japan, and a lot of anime sexualizes young teens. No otaku I know of are hoping into bed with kids because of anime, unless they were already pedophiles. It doesn’t develop with a goddamn cartoon.

Anti-Myth: I’m uncomfortable with this ship because when I was younger I was abused by–

Fact: Okay, stop right there. I will try and explain this the best way I can. Whatever happened to you in your past is tragic and I do sympathize (one of my cousins was abused when she was younger so I know the horrors of dealing with that), but I’m sorry, it has nothing to do with shipping two teenagers. You’re imagining abuse, despite nothing canonically abusive happening. Otabek would never hurt Yurio. He’s no pervert. See, Americans who prey on 15 and 16 year olds do so because they KNOW it’s illegal. That’s why they do it. But if you’re from a country where, once again, the legal age of consent is 16, there is no abusive mindset. It’s normal behavior. There is no perversion or predatory behavior, because it’s not illegal. I do understand you being uncomfortable and it bringing up memories for you, but the reality of the situation is there is no actual abuse, and you really must try and understand that. This is literally like saying I can’t post pics of dogs because you were bit once, and that I’m condoning you being bit or something. It’s not true, nor is it fair to me, I just like dogs. But I do hope you find peace in your life.


All this being said, I will admit I use to be an anti myself. For about ten minutes, until I realized all this stuff and I knew I was being silly. And hey, there is a good chance Otayuri could become canon after everything we’ve seen, so it’s a good idea to be prepared for that by trying to understand these points I’ve made. It’s not too late to see things differently and to be a decent human being.

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.3]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


“Thanks for the ride Tae,” you said, giving his arm a squeeze before sliding out of the car.

You walked up your drive and unlocked the door, giving Taehyung a wave before you slipped inside. He always waited until you were in the house to drive away which never failed to make you smile. He was sweet, you had to admit.

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They made him kill his horse.

(long story. TL;DR at the end)

This is a story that my grandfather liked to tell. It’s kind of long, and I can’t say if it’s true, but it seems to fit the very old and cantankerous guy I knew, who never, ever let a grudge go. I mean, in the 1980s and 90s, he would sometimes go and yell at Democratic candidates for office, because Woodrow Wilson had made him fight in WW1.

The story actually starts with that, kind of. You see, Grampa immigrated to the US early enough that the first election he could vote in, he voted for Teddy Roosevelt. Wilson won, though, and then he ran for reelection under the slogan “He Kept Us Out of the War.” Which seemed like a good platform, so my grandfather voted for Wilson. Few months after that, he got us into the war, and a few months after that, my grandfather was in the trenches somewhere in France.

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vanillaella  asked:

Rfa+Saeran+V+Vanderwood reacting to MC saying weird things in her sleep, please? Like mc says "come at me bro" in her sleep and then softly giggles. Hope this makes sense (^~^) love your blog btw❤❤

Yeaaa boyyy gimmie dem vandy requests this is what i live for

also i needed ideas for what shit to have mc say so i found this askreddit thread and took some stuff from there and i cried laughing

Zen

  • Zen takes a lot longer than most people to fall alseep
  • But cuddling with you relaxes him and makes it easier for him
  • So he was spooning you as you muttered
  • “you have to use this one. Use this one to KILL HIM!”
  • He nearly fell off the bed he pushed himself away from you so hard
  • And then he teased you a lot about it in the morning

Yoosung

  • Oh my good grief god this boy is SHOOK
  • He was right about to fall asleep, then you went and shouted
  • “YOU IDIOT YOU CROSS THE RED AND THE BLUE WIRES”
  • Completely terrified from the sudden outburst
  • But once he’s calmed he’s so upset
  • Why’d you call him an idiot :(
  • He didn’t mean to cross the wrong wires :( :( :(

Jaehee

  • ???
  • Sleep talking can be a side effect of serious problems are you okay MC???
  • After making sure that you’re at least relatively healthy she’s….. slightly unnerved
  • She swears she once heard you could to ten in German
  • “MC do you even speak German???”

Jumin

  • 99% of the time he ignores it
  • You can’t control yourself while your asleep, and he just wants to sleep, so he doesn’t mind it
  • But sometimes you’ll say the creepiest shit
  • Like one time, you sat up and said in a complete monotone voice
  • “There is always a perfect opportunity to kill everybody.”
  • That was the most terrified he head been in his entire life

Seven

  • It wasn’t rare for him to be up later than you
  • So of course he’s heard his fair share of your sleep threats
  • But he never gets tired of it
  • Every time he hears you he’ll go into a full blown sleep smack down with you
  • “Fight me bro”
  • “Come at me, babe!”
  • It’s a ridiculous mess

V

  • For the most part he doesn’t pay much attention to your sleep talking
  • He’s a p heavy sleeper, so if he’s asleep you could scream in his ear and he’d still be sleeping
  • But sometimes he’ll entertain your sleep-self and respond
  • “Wanna hear a funny story?”
  • “I’d love to, MC”
  • “….”
  • No story

Saeran

  • He was peacefully sleeping next to you
  • Getting the best nights sleep he had in a while
  • Then you suddenly mumble out,
  • “There’s so much corn… And they’re all trying to… KILL me”
  • He’s so confused
  • He’s never heard anyone sleep talk he wasn’t expecting it to be a full sentence, much less a coherent one

Vanderwood

  • They were peacefully sitting in bed, reading their book as you slept beside them
  • It had been complete silence for an hour, so they nearly jumped out of their skin when you shouted
  • “NO! NO! Use the QUADRATIC equation, you idiot!” 
  • They were confused
  • But they were mostly offended that you assumed they would use the wrong equation
just a bet part iv

hey whats up whATS HAPPENING

i hope y’all enjoy this and the PLOT IS THICKENING
i promise this doesnt turn out weird or anything, i promise it ALL MEANS SOMETHING ALSO IF YALL WANNA MAKE PLAYLISTS OR MOODBOARDS PLEASE DO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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okay ily all

part onepart two, part three, part five

summary:  beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: eddie and richie

words: 1550




2 months and 18 days remaining

Richie let out a long sigh as his alarm went off. He laid still with his eyes closed for a few moments, slowly managing to drag himself out of his warm bed. He sluggishly made his way to the bathroom connected to his room and turning on the shower faucet. Richie peeled his sleeping clothes off, letting them fall to the cold tile floor. He reached his hand into the shower and felt the water heating up. Richie narrowed his eyes in an attempt to help him see where he was going but it was no use. He couldn’t see for shit without his glasses which were still sitting on his bedside table. Richie stepped into the warm water, leaning his head back as the feeling of sudden warmth invaded his body.

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zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack

Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several air-horns blast in his direction at once.

He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and drops both his coffee and his phone.

The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.

He looks over to the house across the way, out of which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.

“Hey! Dickfaces!”

Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping the bird to the boys in the house across the street.

“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”

The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.

“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”

Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s alright. Thanks for telling them off.”

“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”

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Let Me Prove It To You - Let Me Show You Part 3

Author’s Notes: I’ve been having a pretty shitty week, so I created a world where pretty men like Roman make life better by praising you and giving you lots of orgasms. Also, thank you so much for all the support and kind words about parts 1 and 2, I really appreciate it! There may be a part 4? I got more ideas.

Word Count: 2,888 (sorry it’s so much shorter than last time, I didn’t have a lot of free time this week).

Warnings: Smut. I mean have we seen Roman Godfrey/ Bill Skarsgard?? He deserves all the smut he can get! Also grammar mistakes, cause I’m human.

Part One: Let Me Show You

Part Two: Put on a Show for Me

It was a backhanded comment, something most people would overlook and laugh off, but Roman couldn’t let it slide. He hated anytime you put yourself down. He could feel his blood boil in his veins out of anger because to him, you were the only part of his life that was good and wholesome. Being with you made him proud of the man he was for the first time in his whole life. It was unfathomable to him that you could somehow see the goodness in him and not be able to see it in yourself.

Roman was standing by the window in his office at home, going over the presentation he was going to have to suffer through the next day, when you came in.  He looked up from his file, his eyes slowly gazing up the length of your legs, to the bottom of your tight black pencil skirt, that stopped midthigh, dragging along the flowy silk top that showcased your cleave tastefully, and then to your beautiful face. Your hair slicked back to the messy bun with wisp pieces falling down effortlessly. A vision of you as a sexy teacher or librarian had him biting his lips. You plopped your stuff down on one of the armchairs by the door and made your way over to him. Taking your hair down in a huff of annoyance at the day’s events. The billionaire watched your every step as your black leather pumps clicked against the hardwood.  

“Well, I fucked up yet another job interview. Maybe I’m destined to work minimum wage for the rest of my life” you declared, flopping down ungracefully in the chair at his desk. You spun around to face him. He was leaning against the glass like a god, hair slicked back and sporting a dark purple dress shirt, black vest, and pressed slacks, despite working at home. Slowly, Roman closed the yellow manila folder and gave you his full attention. “Who knows, maybe one day I’ll win waitress of the year! Most fries served in a single hour! You think I’d still look good in that skirt once my legs get all wrinkly?” you teased, lifting your legs up and pretending to give them a good look. Roman scoffed, shaking his head and telling you to knock it off. 

“You’re the smartest person I know. Anyone with half a brain can see that.” He turned back to his file and proceeded to continue his work. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, and what good has that gotten me,” you mumbled under your breath. The tone of your voice made Roman realize he was finished with the files and that you were pressing task at hand. You sat there, not paying the young CEO very much attention, instead envisioning yourself at a desk like this one at your own company. Calling the shots, walking down the street with your head held high, knowing that you earned everything you had and that your hard work and determination got you there. Roman moved in front of you, leaning down and resting both hands on the arms of the chair so he was eye level with you, which snapped you out of your daydreams. 

“You need to believe me. You’ll get the job. All those dreams you told me about will come true.” His big green eyes that you love didn’t blink once. He tried desperately to be a source of encouragement for you. Roman didn’t work to get where he was and he was paying for that now. Having to work twice as hard as everyone just to understand what the board members were talking about, trying to understand the financial statements that everyone thought he was too dumb to read. But he knew you could make it because you had put in the work while he was busy being a playboy. However, the mocking smile you sported was starting to wear down his patience.  You rolled your eyes at him and laughed. “Oh Roman, next you’re gonna say Prince Charming is going to burst through those doors and rescue me from this evil world. I know you bought me a ball gown and everything, but we have to get back to reality.” You pressed your hand on his chest so you could get up from the chair. But Roman wasn’t giving up that easily. His large hand took a hold of your shoulder and pushed you back down in the chair gently, but forcefully. 

“You told me that you believed in me and my strength. Then believe me now. You’ll make it.” Roman whispered, searching your face to ensure you were listening to him. You shook your head, still not believing you deserved his belief in you. For one, you never did anything to deserve or earn it and you knew deep down that you weren’t good enough for him. “Roman, you’re wasting your time on me. Maybe Olivia was right, maybe you do deserve better”, you confessed defeatedly. “The type of woman you should be with is accomplished and beautiful. She’s someone worthy enough to stand by your side. That woman isn’t coming home smelling like bacon grease every night.” You let out a breath of exhaustion and got up once more. This nagging voice has been in your head since the day he came into your room and gave you the most intense pleasure you had ever felt in your entire life. And the more he did for you, the more gifts and praises he showered on you, the louder the voice became. You wanted him, yes, but you also wanted him to move on. You were honored to be part of his list of conquests, but he deserved someone better. You pushed Roman out of your way and walked around Godfrey’s towering frame. 

“That’s bullshit”, He growled.

 Taking hold of your arm and freezing your movements, Roman pulled you back into his chest. You could almost feel the anger rumbling inside of him, his breathing was getting heavier. “Do you think I would have just any woman stand by my side in front of all those investors? Do you think I would spoil anyone with jewelry and French lingerie? Do you-“ he took a deep breath trying to calm his fury. His words started slipping through clenched teeth. “Do you really think I would give anything with two breasts and a pussy an orgasm cause they asked?” Roman’s large hands slid up your back, taking a strong grip of your hair and pulling your head up to face him, the strength of his hands made your heart race with excitement and he made sure he had your complete attention. “You’re mine. And if I own it, you speak about it with the utmost respect. Am I clear?”

Slowly, you nodded your head and Roman let go of your hair. Your eyes blinked rapidly in shock, but the throbbing in between your thighs shocked you even more than his words or actions. His strength, his dominance, and his claim over you, left you breathless. Furthermore, you had never seen him this angry before. Yeah, you’d see him make a snide remark at Olivia from time to time, but the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed should make fear run down your spine. But instead, he just left you breathless. Deep in your heart, you knew the brunette would never hurt you, no matter how strong his build was. 

Roman started pacing back and forth. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a few quick puffs before putting on the ashtray on the windowsill behind him. It was still lit, the red tip leaked smoke as its owner abandoned it to his thoughts. You weren’t sure if you should stay or not, so you opted to take your stuff and go. As you started to walk away, Roman took a quick glance at you, then back at his desk, before haphazardly pushing everything onto the floor. Important documents, books, and random desk supplies came crashing down, making you freeze midstep and jump out of nervousness. 

“Get over here” he pointed to the spot in front of him, breathing heavily. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head as you turned on your heel. He ran his smooth hands through his hair, messing up the nearly perfect cut, as he watched you approach him. Once you two were inches apart, he took hold of your face and claimed your lips. He moved roughly, biting at your lips and pressing his body against yours. You were so engrossed with the efforts his lips to leave a bruise on your own, that you didn’t even notice him unbuttoning his vest and shirt, ridding himself of the garments. He broke the kiss, leaving you heaving against his desk, as he leaned over to make sure he cleared the last few items from its glass surface. And when he returned his attention back to you, he had no problems lifting you onto the desk’s edge and wrapping your legs around his waist. Once again, he leaned down to capture your lips, slipping his fingers through the strands of your hair and pulling your head up to his level. Roman’s unoccupied hand slid down to the bottom of your shirt to lift the garment free from the skirt’s constraints and pulling it over your head, unfortunately breaking the kiss once again. In seconds he moved to your neck, nipping and teasing the area just under your ear, turning you into a moaning mess.

“You don’t think you deserve me? Baby, do you even know how wrong you are?” His body moved so fluidly against yours as he took hold of neck giving him better access to kiss its smooth skin once more. “I’ll prove it. Would you like that sweetheart? Would you like me to prove how much I want you?” he whispered, teasingly, in your ear. Roman’s hands graze up your thighs under your skirt, rubbing circles with his thumbs, before taking hold of your damp panties and guiding them down the length of your legs, making sure your heels were undisturbed. Once freed, he held the dampened piece of lace fabric in his hand, marveling at it, before looking back at you. 

“You know,” he started to confess his eyes focused intently on the darkened spot, “after that night at the ball, I kept those panties I gave you. I could smell you on them for days. It would get me so hard. Seeing you around town, knowing that when I got home at night I would jack off to the smell of you. The proof of how much you wanted me.” You moaned at his words, he bit his lips as his hands pried your legs open as far as they would go under the limitations of the skirt. A single finger slipped inside you, not all the way, but enough for the tycoon to feel his affects on you. Your breath hitched as he pushed it a little further before letting it slip out. He grazed the finger across his swollen pink lips before slipping it completely in his mouth. He let his eyes close momentarily savoring your taste before looking up at you through his lashes. 

“And now I get to taste it from the source”

Mouth open wide, and chest heaving, you groaned at the sight before you. If Roman didn’t touch you soon, you might just cum from witnessing his sinful behaviors. Smoothly, his fingers reached behind you and took hold of the skirt’s zipper, nothing but the sound of it coming undone and heavy breathing could be heard echoing off the dark grey walls. You lifted yourself from the table, allowing him to rid you of the garment before he fell to his knees before you. Like a knight indebted to his queen, Roman was more than willing to satisfy any and all of your desires. His large hands slowly slid up your calf, pausing at your knew to give each one a soft kiss, before continuing up your thigh. He pried your legs open easily and placed one of your legs over his broad shoulder. You let out a soft hiss as he bit the soft skin of your thigh, leaving a small indentation that he soothed quickly with his tongue. 

The sight before you was something you prayed you would never forget. Roman Godfrey, the most powerful man in Hemlock Grove, on his knees looking up at you. His sturdy frame that usually towered and intimidated all who stood by him, was now in service to you. Large green eyes stared up at you, watching you as he let his broad tongue glide over your opening before moving upwards towards your clit. Circling the swollen nub and giving it an open kiss. A shiver ran through you as you realized that he was warming you up and you were already tingling all over. And with no more reservations, Roman held both your legs open and buried his face between them. Sucking your clit between his swollen lips, he began alternating to broad strokes of his tongue. Instinctually, your legs started quaking around his head and the heel of your pumps began to dig angry red marks into his shoulders. Roman let out a satisfied moan before releasing you from his mouth. He watched you for a second, head thrown back in pleasure and grasping at your lace covered cleavage. 

“Take it off. And open those pretty lips” he ordered. You two moved in unison. He sat up higher so two fingers could slip easily into your mouth, as you reached behind you and freed yourself from the bra’s constraint. He pulled his fingers out and drew small circles around your opening, smearing your arousal around in tight circles. He kept circling into you met his gaze, his green eyes locked onto yours. He wanted to watch you as he slipped inside. And the sight he was greeted with was better than he fantasized. The long digits slipped inside causing your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and your mouth to fall open.

“Fuck, Roman” you praised.  He was able to reach your sweetest spot in one thrust of his fingers.  The Godfrey smiled up at you before returning those gorgeous pink lips to those bundle of nerves he was so fond of. Once he curved his fingers, your orgasm was now only seconds away. “Roman, I can’t hold it,” you warned him, turning your head back and forth. Your fingers took firm hold of his hair, ensuring he stayed anchored at your most tender spot. He groaned, encouraging to pull at it harder. Before you knew it, your thighs were shaking, your heart was racing, so fast you could hear it in your head, and you started clenching around his fingers. Something else was building up inside you that you weren’t familiar with, but Roman refused to let up. You made a soft whine that was caught off by your body’s attempt to breathe, but his fingers stayed curved, manipulating the nerves inside of you.

And then it hit you. Your thighs snapped closed around Roman’s head and your heels dug so deep into his shoulder that he was convinced you drew blood, but he didn’t give a fuck about that. No, what he cared about is the burst of wetness that coated his finger and lips. All he thought about for days was seeing if it was possible to make you cum so hard that he would be able to taste you all over him. He lifted himself up from the floor to take your still quivering body into his arms. You convulsed a few more times as he circled your clit once more and then released you. He continued to hold you until you came down from your high. The billionaire’s heart was racing out of his chest, but he ignored his desires in order to make sure you were ok. Once you’re breathing was somewhat normalized, Roman lifted your chin so you could look at him. His green eyes were blown with arousal and the evidence of how much he wanted you was poking into your stomach. Both your legs were still wrapped around his naked hips and your arms circled around his neck so he could kiss you deeply.  You leased Roman from your lips’ hold and he opted to rest his forehead on yours. 

“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to do that? God, there are so many things I want to do to you, for you.” He breathed out. “Please let me” he looked down at the floor, almost ashamed that he was begging. You nodded in agreement, making Roman look up with a smile. You were done letting everyone else dictate who you should and should not be with. This man wanted you so badly it hurt.  The evidence was written all over his face and his body and you were tired of denying his, and your, affections.  So with a big sinful smirk, you took hold of him through his slacks, making his eyes close and his jaw go slack in pleasure, you quipped an eyebrow and whispered teasingly, 

“I’m your’s, arent I?”

the fuckboy scheme

◇ You’ve just waged war on renowned fuckboy Jeon Jungkook.

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fuckboi!au + college!au

tfs 2

◇ based off unforgettable by french montana even tho he’s trash just because i could lol

◇ ahsjksks I’m not dead my dudes don’t worry im just studying which is the same thing but!!! Anyway i made this because of procrastination so don’t expect another one right away lol ❤️❤️❤️💟💖💖

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You were proud to say that college wasn’t kicking your ass as much as it probably could. You finished three of your four essays due, completed a project that was 35% of your final grade, and managed to study for at least 10 minutes in the passed week.

And now, here you lay, your laptop perched on the bed in front of you with Netflix pulled up in the screen and a large bag of Doritos beside you. Your well-earned reward — and you’re enjoying it, too. Well, until—

“Hey!” The bubbly brunette you fondly called your roommate plummets onto your bed before you register her presence, and the presence of her red headed girlfriend who trails in after. “Guess what?”

“You and Rose decided to take a spontaneous trip to Hawaii and leave me to watch Luke Cage?” You try with a wishful smile, knowing damn well what she was about to propose as soon as she pulled up her Twitter. “A party? Really?”

“Yes!” Jennie grins brightly, shoving the screen in your face. A tweet from the man himself, Jackson Wang, is on the screen, and you barely catch the words party and insane before she yanks it back. “Jackson is throwing another party this Friday and since there’s nothing too important coming up, I demand that you attend—”

“I don’t think so,” you laugh in disbelief, turning back to your relaxing setup. “No more parties for me—”

“Oh, come on,” Jennie’s face drops as she groans, slumping her body over your back dramatically — it was times like this that her fine arts major really came out. “The last party you went to was weeks ago! The last guy that you slept with was ages ago and it was terrible and it’s making you cranky—”

“I am not cranky!” You interrupt in indignation, eyes wide. At the pointed look that’s shot at you from both girls, you deflate. “That guy wasn’t that bad. What’s your point?”

“Our point,” Rose speaks with a furrow of her eyebrows, “is that since you slept with You-Know-Who—” Her eyes narrow warningly when your mouth opens to make a Voldemort joke— “You’ve been in a slump. And it’s making you angry at everything.”

“So you think I should go to a party to get wasted and fuck someone?” You retort, rolling your eyes, “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t have to get wasted,” Jennie whines, tugging at your arm. “Look, me and Rose are going too. We’ll stay with you until you get some nice piece of meat to play with—”

Ew—

“And then you can be happy and we’ll be happy because you’re happy!” She concludes with a cheeky grin.

You ponder her offer, swimming between whether or not you should listen to your ultracrepidarian best friend. Your hesitance shows obviously on your face, and Jennie pouts. “Please? I haven’t been to a party with my best friend in weeks—”

You sigh, pulling your arms from your grip and wriggling your body to roll Jennie off of your back. “Whatever, whatever. Can I watch this in peace now?”

Squeals and whatnot ensue, but you can only roll your eyes and push your earphones in further, grabbing another handful of Doritos.

•••

Nothing had ever irritated Jeon Jungkook as much as this particular thing was.

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Jughead Jones | My little Serpent

Count of words: 2567

Warnings: super long, longer than intended, fluff, maybe kind of spoiler about the season finale but I guess you have all seen it. I SWEAR I DIDN’T INTEND ON WRITE SUCH A LONG IMAGINE BUT I’M PROUD!

A/N: this is seriously as good as it could be. It is currently very late at night and while I was trying to sleep I couldn’t cause someone is having a wedding on the next street and there are fireworks, which I’m scared of so heeey I got a distraction…..I swear this is 100% your average big greek fat wedding going on in that house. IT’S BEEN ALMOST 6 HOURS NOW!!! Sorry I rumble about this… Anyway enjoy my late night creation ♥

PS. Let’s pretend that Fred was either not shot or survived the shot…

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@tayrae515 asked:
Ok so don’t hate me but I had another idea! Could you do one where you are once again Archie’s younger sister and you and Jughead are really close friends so when he became a serpent you were around them a lot and became friends of the serpents and because they take care of there own the offer you a jacket to and Archie and Betty and the gang find out and get upset, they feel like they already lost Juggie and don’t want to lose another friend but you join and idk fluff? Jughead x reader. 💕💕💕


Even with all that crazy stuff following you ever since the death of Jason Blossom, you thought that for once you could have a quiet day. And you did, but not for long. You woke up that morning with your brother, Archie, and his best friend ,and roomate, Jughead jumping on top of you. They were laughing while trying to wake you up to have break fast and go to school with them. As soon as you realised what was going on the two dorks started tickling you and the extreme laughter combined with the extreme ab exersise you were getting by it didn’t really let you talk. “Stop! Stop you are killing me,” you yelled. “DAD! SAVE ME!” You called at him after seeing him standing by the door, admiring the joyfull moment before him. “Hey, boys, enough,” he tried stoping him but the didn’t stop. “Well, you know what they say, Y/N. ‘If you can’t stop them, join them’ .“ “NO!” You screamed as your dad joined the two boys tickling you; more like stabbing you, with their fingers. 

“I hate you all,” you said at the two boys sitting in front of you eating breakfast trying to suppress their chuckles. “She’s right, you know,” your father butted in jokingly. “Oh, you don’t talk,” you grumped and went on with your breakfast as the man let out a breathy laugh.

The day seemed to be rather calm. You know, stupid classes, small breaks, lunch with your brother and his friends; in which Jughead would not stop tickling you. You really had no idea why they were like that today but you liked it. As much as you hated to admit you liked it. But, your quiet day came to an end as soon as you walked inside your house with your brother and your close friend short behind you. 

As you stepped a foot inside you spotted a woman around the age of your father talking to him. “Hey, guys. This is Ms. Weiss from Social Services. She’s, uh, she’s Jughead’s case worker.” Your father declared as soon as he saw you three. You all seemed shocked and you were. While the boys walked towards the small kitchen you followed close behind. “Jughead, I know how terrible and emotional the last few days have been for you. Your father’s facing serious jail time. Your mom’s over-extended and out of state. We just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.” The woman admitted and Archie butted in , “Well, he can keep staying with us, right, Dad?” Your father simply sent him a sad smile telling him that he already offered. At that moment you knew what was coming. You took Jughead’s arm in your hands and held it firmly, while you later proceeded on hugging it close you your body and interwine your fingers together. He turned his gaze on you for a second smile at the sight of you like this. No, you were not together, not that it would bother you. But Jughead was the person you truly fitten in with. He was quiet and so were you. You were the two members of the little group of friends that would never talk, and when you were it would mostly be between you two and you would be just making sarcastic remarks. “Great, so what’s the problem?” You asked even though you knew the answer.  “It was a DUI. After your mom left. Look, we can talk about this later but between that and my cash flow problem, it knocks me out.” Your father explained as Jughead gave your hand a reasuring squeeze. “There is a family on the Southside that’s offered to foster you. They’re good people, they’ve worked with us before.” The woman added while looking at him. “That doesn’t sound completely horrible.” Jughead reasoned, saying that mostly for you to hear. “It does mean you’ll be in a different school district, Jughead, and you’ll have to transfer schools.” That’s when you lost it. The only person you were comfortable around in school was going to tranfer to the southside. Great, wasn’t that just great?

After leaving them and dashing into your room you were completely unaware of anything else that was said. All you could do was stay in your room and try to calm down a bit. There was a soft knock on the door and without having anytime time to answer the sudden visitor opened the door. “Are you ok?” A person you recognised as Jughead asked. You slowly rearrenge your posistion so you could look at him. “Do I look ok?” you replied with tear stained eyes. “Oh, little one, come here. I’m not gonna be that far away,” he said hugging you close to his body. “I’ll tell you what. I will be staying at my dad’s house, ok? And you will be coming over as frequently as you would like, ok? We could even have sleepovers!” He cheered trying to explain to you that it was not the end of the world. “Yeah, ok. But you will not be there with me at school. How will I do that?” you asked, probably acting like a baby but you didn’t care. “Well, uhm, I could give you my beanie but we both now I won’t,” he said jokingly and making you smlie, “but I will give you one of my flannels. You can wear it on school and it’ll be as if I’m there, yeah?” He said giving you a peck on the forehead. “Good. Want me to sleep here tonight?” he asked and you simply nodded as he started getting comfortable in the bed and pulling you towards his body, embrassing yoy and allowing the heat to warm your small body up in this cold night. “The door stays open,” your father called passing by, always destroying the moment.

It had already been a couple of days ever since Jughead moved to the southside and you spent most of your time there.You would finish school and then you would instantly run to FP’s trailer to meet Jug and today was not going to be any different. The thing was that before that Jughead would come over so you all would go to the Jubilee together and as much as he hated it he did it for you. He walked inside and was stunned after he saw you. You were standing by the kitchen island with your brother and mother. A stunning off-the-shoulder tight-fitted black dress, falling down to your knees. You looked absolutely stunning and Jughead could not hide it. “Oh, Jug’s here,” your mother called and you saw the boy looking at you all. “Jug!” You called and walked up to hug him. “Hey little one,” he said hugging back and giving you a forehead kiss. “Are they a thing?” Your mother asked Archie silently that replied with a disappointed no. “I think we should head off,” your dad said and grabbed his car keys as you all walked to the truck.

After the boring dance was over… Well, it was not so boring. I mean you had Betty’s speach and your brother sing with his current love intrest, and your mum being annoying and a lot more things, but let’s stick to boring. So, after the boring dance was over you and Jughead were going to walk to his father’s trailer, watch a movie and you would then sleep here. And that’s exactly what happened, with a little twist. You made it to your destination and walked inside. Jughead offered you a shirt of his he knew would be huge on you and a pair of his boxers as shorts, knowing that his sweatpants would be enormous on you. You were after all tiny in front of him, but he found that cute. Not that you knew. After putting that on you found Jughead sitting on the couch turning on the TV to find a good movie, and knowing him it would probably be some great old one or a scary movie since he was always amused when you got scared. But his actions were stopped when there was a knock on the door. He walked outside but you didn’t know what happened until you got out as well to see what took him so long and he was wearing his father’s Serpent jacket. When he saw you he seemed scared of your reaction but you took it surprisingly well. You even said that he looked like a very dark version of Clark Kent with the hair and all, or like a younger and more adorable version of Damon Salvatore. After that you continued doing what was on your original plans.

Your brother and his friends were devastated when they saw Jughead walk inside Pop’s wearing his Serpent jacket. Betty was shocked to say the least, while your brother seemed angry, Veronica didn’t think much of it and neither did Kevin so they just kept on making jokes and comments like the ones you did when he was given the jacket. The downside of this was that you were going to have your brother talk about this for a long long time, but you would indeed avoid it as much as possible. 

It had been about a week since Jughead became in charge of the southside Surpents, since his father was the ‘leader’ before. But he did have help both from you and a man’s that was second-in-command that took his dad’s place until Jughead came to the southside. Due to that and because you and him seemed to become even closer with everything that happened you spent a lot of time together in the southside, either just walking around and talking, or staying at his house, or some times spending a lot of time in the Whyte Wyrm. Everyone was surprised and you constantly had your brother or father trying to keep you from going there with Jug, but you didn’t seemed to care. The thing is the Serpents accept you as their own, they got your back not matter what. Like that time this girl from your school started calling you names and some of them happened to be around they did everything to protect you from her and make sure you didn’t actually believe everything she said. They even had one of their own stick around you just to make sure you were ok but your brother didn’t know. 

One day you all were going to hang out over at Jug’s so you, your brother and the girls were driving there in Archie’s truck. Just as you stepped outside a bunch of Serpents appeared in front of you. Betty got scared, thinking they would attack you or something, since they were told you to stop walking, and she hurried to get Jughead. He walked towards you watching as the second-in-command came over to you and hugged you. “Look,” he began, “we see your friends here are like family to you, you are one of them. But you are family to us and you are one of us. And you know how we take of our own. So we wanted you to know that we will keep on taking care of you, kid. It’s always good when you stick around and, well, we thought you deserve to have this. You deserve to have this cause, as I said you are one of us.” He finished. It was so sweet how much these people cared for you. I mean you grew up with the idea that they are vicious and bad. But they’re not. They are nice people; different people that are under the influence of the stereotypes. You smiled at the man and reached for the jacked but Archie stopped you. “Y/N, no. Don’t you dare. You are not a surpent. You are one of us.” He said. “He’s right, Y/N. You don’t belong with them but with us.” Veronica butted in, agreeing with the stupidity of my brother. “We already lost Jughead to the serpents,little one, we can’t lose you as well,” said Betty adding to the anger that began to boil inside of you. “You are joking right? You don’t mean this stupid things you said.” You mumble. “No, Y/N we’re not,” replied Archie. You looked down for a second contemplaiting what was going on exactly, and then you did what your friends and brother didn’t want you to. You grabbed the jacket from the surpent and wrapped it around your body. After a long time you felt like home. You felt that you truly belonged somewhere. The serpents start cheering on your decision the one that gave you the jacket even hugged you once again. Jughead stared in aw as the two girls with Archie walked inside.

The serpents left and both you and Jughead walked inside meeting a furious Archie, a disappointed Betty and an annoyed Veronica. “What’s wrong with you guys?” You asked trying to understand why they all were like that. “What’s wrong? You ask what’s wrong? Y/N, you are no serpent. You are my sister. They are no good for you.” Archie said pacing up and down the small space. “Arch are you joking? They are amazing people. At least most of them. They treat me like family, they take care of me. They have on of their own to keep an eye on me and make sure I’m safe with all that shit you guys get yourselfs into and drag me into as well.” You fired back at him. “Wow, Y/N, wow.” Betty said looking at you with a very disappointed, almost discussted look. Tears pricked your eyes as this kept going on for a while. “Just don’t come home until you find a way to explain this to dad,” he said in an angry matter. “That’s it. Get out. All of you get out. And don’t come talk to me or her until you stop being irrational.” Jughead yelled, seeing how these words hurt you. You started sobbing in an instand as Archie said that and Jughead pulled you into his arms. Archie tried to apologise but Jug didn’t let him. “I said leave. Now.” He chanted once more since your brother wouldn’t leave. Eventually he did and Jughead picked you up and walked to the couch.

The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he threw you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.

Mine - Damon Salvatore x Reader

Title: Mine

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you do a Damon fic where the reader gets super pissed/jealois of him and makes a show of how he’s here? ((you said Tvd I assumed Vampire Diaries sorry if that’s not what you meant))

Originally posted by feedyourvanity

“Make it double please, I like my drinks strong.” Damon flashed the bartender one of his usual smiles but not one that he meant completely you knew it all too well.

“Something tells me it’s not the only thing you go hard on, huh?” the woman’s smirk was impossible to miss just as was the way she was leaning over the bar, giving him a full view of her cleavage instead of preparing what Damon asked from her.

“What can I say, guilty.” he shrugged, giving her a cheeky grin “But I’ve got my girl so, sorry but I’ll take only that drink for now.” he simply turned her down but she wasn’t having any of it. Obviously.

“Aw shame” she pouted her incredibly red lips “Because you know, I really would be in the mood to have it rough tonight.”

By this point Damon himself was starting to lose his patience, and you could clearly tell so even if you were a good few feet away “Look, you maybe be the kind of girl I’d go after but that was before I got my girl, and let me tell you she is a really special one. Now, the drink if you’d have no problem?” he raised an eyebrow but she didn’t move an inch.

“Oh I would have no problem if you’d give me something else too, you know.” she rested her chin on her palm and Damon gave her a strained chuckle.

“I told you. Not available.” he shook his head.

“And I heard that, I just thought that maybe you and me- after I’m done with work- I can get something else done too?” she bit her lips at him suggestively and you had such a hard time keeping a groan in.

“Really?” he asked back “And what could that be?” he was playing too but you had seen this too many times and each and every time it ended with the girl walking away. Alone.

“Oh I could always show you pretty quick.” she grinned, finally feeling successful.

“Hm let me think about it.” he paused for a moment “How about… no.” yes he was getting very annoyed, you knew that look all too well.

“Honestly?” she pouted, obviously not realizing what she could get into if she kept hitting on him “Because- I mean-” she grinned at him “-She doesn’t have to know.” she leaned even closer to him but Damon didn’t bat an eyelash. Maybe the old Damon would have been affected but not this Damon, under all the cockiness and smartass remarks you knew what a real sweetheart he was. Sure he didn’t like you saying it out loud because well he had a reputation but it was the truth. He cared about you and really loved you, there was no way he’d just leave you for another girl. You had been able to crack through that hard facade of his in the first place. You had been able to help him get his humanity back, numerous times at that, so no he wasn’t just going to cheat on you.

But that, despite how deep you knew his feelings to be of you, didn’t stop you from feeling jealous. Maybe you were a little irrational at times but truth was you knew how handsome Damon was and you knew he would draw all the ladies’ attention. Sometimes you really wished they would know what he really was. You would certainly laugh at seeing them run away frightened when you actually would always stick with him.

But once again, nothing stopped you from being jealous.

“Too bad she already knows then huh?” you asked, finally walking towards them and Damon finally noticed you, a smirkforming on his lips instantly.

“Oh you-” she started speaking but you cut her off before she could say more.

“Yeah me.” you grinned cheekily “And sorry to break it to you sweetheart but as you can see-” you gave her an annoyed look “There is no way you’d ever be able to take this hot stuff home when he has someone like me.”

“(Y/n)-” he started speaking but you hushed him by placing a finger over his lips.

“Now why don’t you make yourself useful and go brink that drink oh and your way there find a dictionary to learn the word ‘decency’ because you certainly have no idea what it means, yeah?”

“I- I-” she blinked stuttering.

“Yes, yes you. And bring me the same too, alright? No need to lose your job over a man who’d never come with you even if you were the last woman on Earth ok?” you didn’t leave any room for her to reply and even if she looked angry and was about to snap at you you knew she couldn’t because as of the moment you were the only one right.

And of course you didn’t even wait for a reply from her. Instead you turned to Damon who seemed ready to speak but couldn’t say a word. Of course he didn’t have to apologize to you but at the moment you were slightly angry with him. You swang one leg over his and you sat on his lap, each of your legs on his sides; wrapping around his waist. You grabbed the hem of his jacket and giving him a small smirk you crashed your lips to his. He jumped at first but, as you expected, he didn’t miss a beat to respond to the kiss.

You heard her say something and walk away but you didn’t pay much attention to her. You kissed Damon somewhat sloppily, your tongue tangled with his in a hot mess as his hands found your thighs. He gave them a squeeze and groaned loudly when you pressed yourself harder on him. Your hands rested on his neck and you pressed him to yourself. You breathed heavily as he did, your teeth grazing over his lips every so often and you heard him let out a small growl. His hand moved to your ass where he squeezed but before he could do anything else, and oh boy he did want to, you pressed your hands on his chest and pushed him away.

He let a small wine but you smirked at him, pleased with how red his lips looked from all the rough kissing “That- is for everybody that needs to know who you belong to.”

“Something tells me you’re a little jealous huh?” he grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

You scoffed “Like hell Salvatore! I am just marking my territory.” you shrugged and leaned down, burying your face at the crook of his neck where you kissed and licked before you finally sucked at the soft spot. You knew there would be a hickey that would soon would disappear but you were content for it to be there even for a little while.

“Mhm” he groaned “Marking your territory? I like the sound of that.” he ran his hands up your back “Why not mark it a little more, you know just to make sure everybody can see it.” he smirked and you pulled slightly away, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’m going to get you back for this you know it right.” you let a small growl and he grinned even more.

“Oh I look forward to it.” he breathed out and you rolled your eyes.

You hoped off him and grabbed his hand “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Oh I so love you not getting jealous!”

Stanley Uris || Beginnings

A/N: I’m hoping this one turned out ok since I’ve never wrote for Stan before! I had to not go into so much detail from the conversations from the movie due to my memory not being the greatest, so other than that, I hope you enjoy!

The last shrill bell filled the hallways, signaling that it was the end of the day. You weaved your way through the crowded hallway to your locker where you grabbed the trash you had left in there and quickly dumped it. You caught a quick glimpse of Greta storming into the bathroom and a sound of disapproval came from your throat. Honestly, it did not matter who she was after. You knew it was nothing good and you were not going to just let whatever was going to happen, happen without consequences. Slamming the locker, you quickly merged in with the crowds and headed to the bathroom. Your shoulder shoved a girl to the side as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Greta, aren’t you a little to old to be playing ‘crybaby bully’? What happened? Someone told you the truth and you couldn’t handle it?” You glanced at the girl standing in the stall next to a closed one, “Hey!” It was too late, she was already dumping the contents in over the victim.

“Just letting the slut smell like what she is, trash.” Greta bared her teeth at you as she now stood in front of you, in an attempt to be threatening. Your face twisted as you covered your nose, “oh, so you mean like your breath? Because it’s rank. Do you even brush your teeth? Because it doesn’t look or smell like you do. Your daddy must be so proud.”

Her face twisted in anger and she shoved you back, “you’re dead bitch.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you growled out, “it seems you talk so much shit that even your breath starts to smell like it.”

Greta sneered and threw a punch that you narrowly dodged, your hands grabbed onto her shirt and threw her to the ground, “you better go before you embarrass yourself in front of your girls, Greta. I have no issue with taking the trash outside.”

“Greta, let’s just go. This bitch is crazy.” A blonde muttered, “you’re right, so if I were you, I would just shut up and run along.”

Greta scrambled to her feet, she was shaking from anger, her finger pointed at you threateningly, “you’re dead, Y/L/N. When I get my hands on you-“

“You’ll what? Dump trash on me? Call me a bitch? A slut? All but actually fight me? You aren’t shit, Greta. You’re just a little spoiled brat with a big ass mouth and a clique of rejects.” You stepped forward in a threatening manner and they scrambled out of the bathroom, you called after them mockingly sweet, “Have a great summer, you guys!”

You turned back to the bathroom as the door opened and revealed Beverly Marsh. A smile rose to your lips, “I’m sorry. If I were a little earlier you wouldn’t smell like you’ve hung around Greta all day.” A smile rose to her lips as she snickered, “I can’t believe you did that. Thank you!”

You shrugged your shoulders, “She had it coming. Hell, if they weren’t all psychotic, I would do the same to Bower’s and his crew, but that’s a literal death wish so I’ll just sabotage discreetly when it comes to them.”

She held her hand out to you and despite the garbage juice on it, you grabbed it, “Beverly, or I guess little shit or slut according to Greta.” With a chuckle, you shook her hand, “Y/N, or bitch according to Greta.”

Over the next few days, you and Beverly grew closer as you hung out, quickly becoming close friends. When she showed up at your doorstep one morning, however, with a bright smile on her face, you raised an eyebrow. “You look excited?” With a lazy hand, you run a hand through your messy hair and tiredly rubbed your eye, you were not a morning person.

“Get dressed, we are going to the Quarry.” Her voice held the excitement her face showed and you raised an eyebrow, “With who?” You knew from how she was acting it would not just be the two of you, “Bill, Richie, Eddie, Stan, and the new kid, Ben. You know them right?” You gave a nod and a slight smile lifted on your lips as the mention of Stan, you have managed to talk to him a few times so besides Richie, Stan was the one you were most acquainted with, “How did you manage that?”

“I ran into them.” Her reply was short as she grinned, “Now, go get dressed!”

You invited her in and she followed you into your house, you walked into your bedroom where you quickly threw on some clothes after you changed out of your pajamas. Quickly going to the bathroom to brush your hair and teeth, you pulled your bag on your shoulders as you stuffed an extra set of clothing in. Beverly raised an eyebrow, “it doesn’t hurt to have stuff for just incase.”

“Ok mom.” She teased with a grin, “now, let’s go!” The two of you ran out of your house and grabbed your bikes.

“So, how did you run into them?” You questioned as you rode beside her, “I ran into Bill, Eddie, and Stan getting some supplies and, you know, I helped them get it.”

“Supplies?”

“Yeah, yanno… Bower’s.” She did not go further into explaining and you did not need her to, “that prick is going to kill someone one day. I can put money on it,” your words came out sneered as you came to a stop next to Bev. You climbed off your bikes and placed down your bag, a smile lifted to your face seeing the boys on the edge, fighting over who goes first.

“I’ll go.” You turned to Bev, like the boys did, and she began taking off her dress, “Not if I beat you to it!” You teased and tossed your shirt over your head and quickly pulled down your shorts, the both of you took off sprinting with playful shoved at each other before the both of you jumped off the edge, “What the fuck!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the water. You came up with a laugh and Beverly called out, “Come on boys!”

You swam back as they slowly began to jump. Stan landed a little closer to you, splashing you as he landed, causing a laugh to escape your lips. He came up to you laughing, he raised an eyebrow and looked around at the others before he turned his attention back to you, then it clicked, “Sorry.” You shook your head, “No, no. You’re ok.”

The rest of the day went along great, between the water fights, swimming, and the little bit of tanning you got to do with Bev. However, when Ben started talking about the history of Derry, you sat next to Stan, quietly listening. “I actually have more stuff at my house.” His comment was quiet compared to Richie loudly saying, “Let’s go see it then!”

The ride there was peaceful, several conversations were being held along with yours and Stan’s, that was somehow focused on birds, which you did not mind. Ben’s room was something else entirely. “Cool.” Richie’s mutter was the only sound in the room. Scraps of newspaper littered the walls, everything about Derry and it’s dark past. Your eyes studied quietly, “No, not at all.” You caught the last bit of what Richie was saying, your eyes glanced over at Ben, “Don’t listen to him, it’s cool.”

After twenty minutes, you looked at your watch and cleared your throat, “Well, I’ve gotta head home, but thank you for today. I had fun.” You slowly made your way out of the room after your goodbyes and walked outside to your bike. “Wait!” Your gaze quickly snapped towards the door where Stan was walking to you, “This is.. well, thank you for, you know, talking with me about birds and not…” his face scrunched and he jutted his shoulder towards the house, “Richie always has something smart to say about it and I know the others just listen to be nice, so thank you for, trying to hold the conversation about it.”

A bright smile made its way to your face as you leaned on the handlebars, “it’s no problem, I didn’t mind one bit. It’s actually pretty interesting to see it from your perspective, since you enjoy bird watching. I’m sure if I heard it from Richie, I wouldn’t enjoy it as much.” Stan’s face lit up, “I’m going to do some bird watching tomorrow! You know, if you wanna join me.” He caught himself from sounding overly excited when he quickly got the rest of statement out.

“I’d love to Stan.” Your response seemed to catch him off guard, “do you want me to-“

“I can come by tomorrow around lunch and we can ride together?” He cut you off, but you only nodded, leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek, “Sounds like a plan, Stan.” Stan’s lips curved into a smile, he let out a light chuckle at your small joke. A loud snort interrupted the sweet moment and Stan turned and shot a glare at Richie, “Sure does sound like a plan, Stan the man!”

“I fucking hate him.” Stan muttered, obviously embarrassed, you gave his hand a quick pat and a reassuring smile. You turned your attention to Richie, who was still on the porch, “hey, Richie!” You called out, which surprised Stan, “yeah?”

“Try not to sound so jealous that he has a date and you don’t.” A smirk rose to yours and Stan’s lips, an echo hung in the air after Richie’s response much like it did at the Quarry and he was obviously flustered at your smart remark, “What the fuck?!”

Steve/Tony Fic Recs: Misunderstandings and Miscommunication

After getting that anon ask about @xtaticpearl‘s lovely fic Rom-Comm Goes Wrong, I thought it’d be nice to make a rec list for misunderstanding/miscommunication fics :)

Leave kudos and comment!

The Long Road Home by ladyshadowdrake (@lightshadowverisimilitude):  Maria Stark told her son that the Mark on his wrist meant there was a special someone out there just for him. Sarah Rogers told her son that his soulmate was waiting for him, and he needed to be strong for them.

Neither of them ever mentioned what to do if that soulmate just doesn’t want them.

The Sound Silence Makes by ladyshadowdrake (@lightshadowverisimilitude):   “We need exactly what we don’t have,” Tony observed, annoyed and tired. He started to giggle and couldn’t stop himself. “Power.”

He cast a glance back at the door, sealed shut behind him, and he didn’t foresee the cavalry charging through anytime soon with a generator and a bomb kit. Tony took a deep breath and asked, “How much reserve power does the suit have, J?”

“The suit is currently running on the arc reactor, sir. You have approximately one hour of power remaining before the reactor reaches critical levels.”

I have kept my feelings to myself (I could find no language to describe them in) by theappleppielifestyle (@theappleppielifestyle): It’s not like Steve is starting from scratch, but nowadays Steve watches Tony almost like he’s studying him, like Tony is one of the paintings he had to write about in art school and Steve is trying to see past the paint. (Or, Steve and Tony find better ways to communicate.)

Any Other Way of Loving by brandnewfashion (@brandnewfashion): In which Steve is bad at dating, Tony isn’t, and neither of them are as subtle as they think.

I wanna hold your hand by sirona: No one understands what it’s like growing up rich and yet more alone than anyone should be able to stand - except for people who grew up just like you, that is. In which Tony Stark goes to Oxford University and meets people and makes enemies and makes friends and changes people’s minds and falls in love - amongst other tales of mishap and adventure.

love the sin, love the sinner by silkspectred (@silkspectred): It keeps happening. Not often, just once or twice a month, but it keeps happening. Always in the same way: it’s unplanned, sudden, unexpected, Steve is surprised and eager, his dick goes from zero to one hundred in two seconds, Tony’s touch is electric, everything he does drives Steve crazy, but he never lets Steve kiss him, he very rarely looks Steve in the eye, he never talks, never makes a sound when he comes, never mentions it later.

Bed Sheets and Blow Jobs by nightwalker (@onemuseleft): Steve isn’t great at communicating his intent. Tony is really great at jumping to the wrong conclusions.

The Do-Over Proposal by nightwalker (@onemuseleft): Steve wants to go on a journey, Tony doesn’t think it’s a good time, and Bucky needs to beat some sense into both these idiots.

The Haircut by nightwalker (@onemuseleft): Steve’s used to having it all together, so managing to blow it with both of his closest friends in one day is something of a record for him.

In His Image by nightwalker (@onemuseleft): Later, after a lot of yelling, Steve will admit that he was the one who put the idea in Tony’s head.

Things You Never Knew by nightwalker (@onemuseleft): SummaryTony needs to stop assuming the worst of his friends. Steve needs to get better at this emotional stuff. Clint… Clint needs to stop talking before he’s had his coffee.

Dreaming Together by often_adamanta: Just because his future involves more penis than he’d expected doesn’t mean that Steve’s given up on happily-ever-after.

Take A Number by 51stCenturyFox: So what if Tony Stark is sleeping with everybody else (except him)? Why would Steve care? He doesn’t even like Tony, and certainly not like that…

Platonic Cuddling (In Which Tony Is A Pillow) by tarialdarion (@tari-aldarion):  Dating Tony would be like…dating my pillow.” Steve raised an eyebrow. “Fine, maybe that wasn’t the best analogy but Steve, there’s no attraction there. For fuck’s sake, he looks at you like he has hearts in his eyes.”Tony is a pillow and Steve is sad.

Photo Quest by adarksweetness (@maniibear): Steve loses a wallet, where he keeps a secret picture of Tony. His team of heroes is of no help, but hey, Thor’s roommate Daryl has some strangely insightful advice about ham.

A Present After All by ann2who (@stark-spangled-lovers): Christmas Eve. For the first time in years, Tony wouldn’t spend this day alone. And okay, there might be a little millennia-snowstorm involved, which had ruined everyone’s plans to spend Christmas at home with their families, but that were just details. Tony would take what life threw at him, and this, well… it was safe to say that life, in all of Tony’s short but extreme experience living it, had never been better.

He only needed to survive the evening without making a complete fool of himself by doing something like grabbing Steve’s Ugly Christmas Sweater and just kiss the guy

Steve Versus Tony’s Workshop by Neverever (@captainneverever): When Tony hesistates to let Steve into his workshop, Steve begins to worry. Then he decides to do something about it.

Nobody Panic, Everything’s Fine by itsallAvengers (@itsallavengers): Steve doesn’t get jealous. He doesn’t. Honestly.It’s just…well- Tony’s been spending an awful lot of time with a new employee. Who’s smarter than him. And funnier. And more interesting and generally a better match for Tony than he ever would be. But he’s not jealous. Honestly.

Unknown Caller (do not engage) by gottalovev (@gottalovev): Steve had one job: exchange a couple of texts with a guy who thought he had Natasha’s number, and let him down gently. It ends up being a lot more complicated than that.

The Single Biggest Problem With Communication byBlossomsintheMist (@blossomsinthemist): In the wake of Steve’s return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn’s reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering–Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they’re determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires–and second chances.

Please (Don’t) Leave Me (Can’t Quit You Remix) by navaan (@naavan): Tony reflects on how he never planned on having to end a relationship with Captain America, because who in their right mind would have ever thought that Steve would actually want to stay with him long term? But how to make Steve understand that he needs to be the one to walk away, before he gets hurt?

You and Me and Him by navaan (@naavan): If you live in the same house, it’s really hard to keep your secrets. Especially if you are good friends. He doesn’t mean to watch as closely as he does, but it’s obvious to Steve that Tony and Iron Man are in a relationship. Right?

Love, Unresolved by captainshellhead, vibraniumstark (@captainshellhead):  Steve lets slip his inspiration behind one of his paintings. Tony puts two-and-two together, but not really.

Ain’t No Drinking Man by archwrites (Arch): Steve’s skinny and asthmatic again, thanks to AIM. On the plus side, he can get drunk for the first time in seventy years. On the minus side, he kissed Tony, and now he’s skinny, asthmatic, and pining for his best friend. The first two conditions may be curable. The third is giving him some trouble.

Roll the Dice and Swear Your Love (for me) by fandomfrolics: After all, how bad could a game of Truth or Dare be?

If anyone wants a themed rec list, hit me up in my inbox! Previous rec lists are here

experimental error (pt. 2)

pt. 1

→pairing: taehyung | reader

→genre: best friend au | smut

→word count: 6,002


The next time you saw Taehyung, things were not the same.

Maybe it was just you being weird—god, why did you have to be so awkward?—but every time you made eye contact, even when you were with a group of friends, all you could do was picture the way he had been staring at you, his intense, lust-filled gaze locking with yours as he rocked into your frame, leaning his forehead against yours and never, ever breaking the eye contact that had played a crucial role in sending you over the edge. The memory would hit you all at once, and suddenly you would be unable to look at him again for the rest of the day.

If he was feeling anything even remotely similar to what you were, he definitely didn’t show it. He continued to talk to you as if nothing had happened, laughing and joking like you usually did until eventually you would get annoyed. Why isn’t this affecting you like it’s affecting me?! you wanted to scream, but you knew you couldn’t. After all, you had told him from the very beginning that you wouldn’t make things weird. He was the one who didn’t want to do this, and you convinced him; you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just one huge, irreversible mistake.

But then you reminded yourself of why you wanted to do this in the first place: you had only had sex twice with two different guys before Taehyung, and both times were completely miserable. You couldn’t figure out how sex was supposed to be fun; you’re just laying there getting a dick shoved into you, no? But then you realized, maybe the problem was you. How was one supposed to be “good at sex”; isn’t it all just the same thing? How is one person better in bed than another? And it was these simple questions that sparked fear into your brain, starting off as a flickering flame and soon growing into a giant forest fire of worry and self-doubt. You needed answers, needed to find out the truth before the next guy you seriously liked came along; you didn’t want to mess up any future relationships by being boring between the sheets.

So that’s what prompted you to keep your mouth shut. That’s what prompted you to swallow whatever doubts you were having about this and go over to Taehyung’s again, knowing exactly what your time together would entail. You were ready for your second lesson.


“Okay, so I bought a few things for us to talk about.”

As soon as you walked into Taehyung’s room he immediately sat you down on the bed and pulled out an array of objects, anywhere from lube to anal beads, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What?” Tae frowned, obviously not receiving the reaction he expected.

“What is all of this?” You were still laughing, but when you looked up and realized that he wasn’t smiling, you quickly tried to hide your amusement with stifled grins.

“They’re sex toys!” He whined defensively. “Like look, here’s a dildo, and oh—here’s a cock ring.”

“A cock ring?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re gonna wear a cock ring?”

Taehyung looked down at the object before seeming to contemplate it in his mind. “Well, these are more for educational purposes—to show you what’s out there rather than for personal use.” He quickly placed it back down.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I already know what’s out there, Tae. I don’t live under a rock.”

“Yeah, well toys are important during sex, so we’re discussing them,” he sighed with a plop on the bed. “Now this is an ovipositor. It deposits little alien eggs–”

“Wait, a what?” You leaned away, staring at the phallic-shaped tube incredulously.

“An ovipositor, pay attention.” He rolled his eyes with a huff. “It deposits these little gelatin eggs inside of you, and it’s meant to replicate the feeling of being impregnated by an alien!”

You stared back at him, shocked into silence, mouth hanging open in pure disbelief. “Tae, what the fuck are you into?!”

“I found it on this forum,” he quickly waved off your question before reaching over to his nightstand. “Here, this is one of the gelatin eggs–”

As soon as he dropped the slick, goopy, yellow ball resembling the shape of an egg in your hand, you immediately screamed and let it fall to the floor.

“Y/N! You’re supposed to keep those clean!”

“What the fuck Tae!” You yelled, wide eyes looking from the alien sex toy to your best friend and then back again. “How does that thing even work?!”

“There’s a hole at both ends,” Taehyung explained as calmly as one would discuss the weather, leaning in so he could show you the blue phallic tube. “See, this is where you insert the eggs one by one, and then that forces them up and out the top!”

You continued staring with a look of disgust on your face. “You’re really sick, you know that?”

“I thought you said you already knew what’s out there!” Tae countered defensively as you got up.

“Not being impregnated by an alien!” You whipped around to look at him again. “Who the fuck has heard of that?!”

He simply shrugged. “Guess you’re not as kinky as you thought.”

You shook your head as you looked down at the forgotten egg on the floor, debating on leaving if your problem was just going to be made fun of like this. “You know, Tae, this isn’t a joke to me. I put myself out there and came to you because I seriously–”

“Oh my god, we’re not using them!” He groaned with a roll of his eyes. “I just got it because I thought it’d be funny to show you! There’s an actual reason for all of this; here, come sit down.”

He was patting the spot next to him that you’d just gotten up from, blinking his eyes innocently and smiling one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen—one he always used to get what he wanted.

You crossed your arms and shook your head, this time in disbelief that you were actually entertaining one of his antics as you took your spot back on the bed, careful to avoid the alien dick as you did.

“Now, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted,” Taehyung glared at you, “sex toys are what makes a relationship fun and exciting, and can set apart the wild in bed from the snoozers. The kinkier, the better.” He held up the ovipositor with a wriggle of his brows.

You pressed your palm to your face, silently asking yourself why he was the one out of all your friends who you chose for these lessons.

“These are anal beads.” He held up the long string of black balls on his finger. “They can be used to–”

“No way, nuh uh,” you waved both hands at him, quickly shaking your head. “We’re not doing any butt stuff.”

He seemed surprisingly caught off guard by this. “Are you sure? Anal is a given way to make any sex life better.”

“Yes, Tae, I’m sure. No anal.”

The boy just shrugged before putting them down, this time picking up a small, thin, metallic looking object. “Now this is a Prince’s Wand, and it gets inserted into the male's–”

“Okay, you know what? I think I’m good on sex toys,” you immediately jumped up, lifting the objects in your arms and shoving them back into the drawer of his nightstand. “Why don’t we move onto the next part of the lesson?”

Taehyung looked offended at first before his eyes lit up. “Ooh, okay! The next part is sex positions.”

You nearly resisted the urge to smack yourself on the forehead.


45 minutes and 22 positions later, you were currently laying on the bed, your head and shoulders flat against the mattress while the rest of your body was up in the air, your legs bent so far back that they were touching the pillow behind you.

“I don’t really see how I’m supposed to… move in this position,” you called to Tae who was kneeling in front of you, attempting to move your hips which just made your body rock back and forth like the ball that it was shaped into.

“No, that’s my job,” your friend informed you, grabbing onto the back of your thighs which were pointed right at his face. “I move you up and down with the pace of my thrusts; see, you just roll a little! That’s why it’s called the butter churner.”

You glared up at him as he mimicked the movements. “I don’t see how this could at all be sexually pleasing,” you frowned as you put your legs back down and emerged from your ball. “It just seems like it would hurt my neck.”

“Well maybe, but what’s life without living on the edge a little?” He smirked before nudging you playfully.

You didn’t nudge back. “Do people actually do these sex positions?” You rested your elbow on your knee with a sigh. “The only ones I know of are missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl… all these others seem like ones that old people would use if they were scrambling to keep their marriage alive.”

He barked out a laugh before answering your question. “Not really, no. Not unless the sex is so bad that you need to start looking up new positions.”

You chuckled before growing silent. “Sex with me isn’t that bad… right?” You bit your lip and looked up at him with worried eyes.

“No!” Taehyung’s booming laughter filled the room as he hit your arm for good measure. “I’m talking about people who don’t move and basically act like they’re dead. No one wants that… unless necrophilia is your thing.”

“Gross!” You hit his arm back with a laugh, the sounds of amusement fading naturally into silence.

Tae looked at you before holding out his hand. “Come on, enough fooling around. Let’s get to the action, shall we?”

You felt your stomach roll as you took his outstretched hand, not sure of where he was going with this until he suddenly sat up against the bed frame and pulled you on top of him.

“O–oh.” Your eyes went wide at the abrupt action before grabbing onto his shoulders and adjusting your position on his lap, your knees bent on either side of his waist and your back straight so that you were straddling him.

Taehyung didn’t notice your awkward movements, or if he did, he didn’t say anything, because soon his lips were on yours and he was kissing you in a way that had all of the air whooshing from your lungs.

You nearly resisted the urge to push him away—you hadn’t been expecting that, the action still so foreign and unfamiliar to you with your best friend—but it didn’t take long for him to refresh your memory on why you went as far as you did with him last week.

Kissing Tae wasn’t the worst experience, you could say.

You were quick to recover from your initial surprise and started moving your lips back against his, his touch and taste slowly coming back to memory after you’d all but shoved the thoughts from your mind in an effort to suppress them. Though at the moment, you couldn’t begin to remember why—not when he already had your lungs gasping for breath and his hands climbing beneath your shirt.

His fervor was just another thing that came as a surprise to you compared to his timid attitude at the beginning of your last session, though you knew it really shouldn’t have; this was Taehyung you were talking about. He could befriend a total stranger in .25 seconds, much less work up the courage to seduce his best friend.

His enthusiasm did wonders to encourage you, though. Already you could feel your hesitation waning and your hunger growing as you moved your hands from his shoulders up to tangle in the soft locks of his matted hair, already tousled on his head from the extensive workout of sex positions (aka trying to figure out which limb went where) that he just put you through.

A few wandering hands, battling tongues and heavy breaths later, it wasn’t long until you felt them: his bucking hips, which contained the one thing that played an essential role in this arrangement in the first place, and it was pressing between your legs with each motion until you suddenly couldn’t take it any longer.

“If I wanted a lesson on making out, I would’ve just asked Jimin,” you abruptly pulled away to bark in an impatient tone; this was your unconventional way of telling him to hurry up, apparently.

Taehyung’s chest was rising and falling with his heavy breaths, his lips were red from the pressure that he used to kiss you, and his eyebrows were knitting together in confusion at your departure before he was suddenly rolling his eyes.

“God, you sure know how to ruin the mood.”

His words came out as a grumble though you could sense there was no true malice or hard feelings behind them. He quickly tore your shirt over your head which was then accompanied by your bra, and you almost made a remark about the speed at which he was moving but you bit your tongue. You had asked for this, after all.

“Get on your back.” His voice was firm now, more of an order than the playful whine that he would usually speak with, and so you had no other choice but to gulp down your protests and do as he said.

As soon as you were against the mattress and left exposed from the waist up with nothing but your nerves driving you forward, Tae’s fingers were on your zipper. “Do you mind if I take these off?” He grinned, a glint of mischief in his expression as he started undoing the button of your pants without waiting for an answer.

Your breath stayed lodged in your throat as you watched him, unable to make any movement from your spot against the mattress as he eased your legs out of their confinement. It was only with the realization that you had forgotten which pair of underwear you put on today that you lifted your head to look down out of curiosity.

“Oh my god,” you groaned out loud when you saw them, completely mortified as you squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed your head back against the pillow with a sigh of defeat.

“Frozen?” Taehyung stated in disbelief, staring down at your panties before looking up at you with wide eyes. “You have Frozen underwear?”

“I bought them when I was a little kid!” You groaned again, covering up your face with your hands and silently reprimanding yourself. You couldn’t believe today was the day you chose to wear these.

“Um, Frozen didn’t come out that long ago…”

“Shut up!” You shouted in exasperation before sitting up. “You’re ruining the mood!”

Me? You’re the one wearing Frozen underwear!” He shot back while trying to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips.

“Whatever,” you scoffed, ignoring the embarrassment that inflamed your face as you fell back against the bed.

“Jeez, Y/N. Why can’t you just let it go,” Taehyung said, and this time he was unable to hold back as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

You groaned louder to drown him out. “I hate you,” you grumbled, fighting the smile tugging at your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest and stared off into the distance.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at you cockily.

Oh no. You knew that look.

You quickly sat up and opened your mouth to protest when you suddenly felt a long, slender finger being pressed against the center of your clothed slit.

You instantly fell back against the mattress as a shudder ran straight through you. “Tae!” You scolded, gritting your teeth at him. The little shit.

“What is it, Y/N?” He asked innocently, peering down at you with an unsuspecting smile as he pressed his finger against you harder. “You were saying something?”

“I–” You fought to get your words out, but you couldn’t speak between the heavy breaths of air that escaped you as you felt him start to massage small, tight circles around your clit. “I–”

“You—you what?” He teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched your writhing frame. “You hate me?” In one swift motion he pushed your panties to the side and swiped his cool finger against your now dripping wet core.

“Ah!” You moaned out, throwing your head back and arching your back as he found direct contact with your exposed clit.

“It sure doesn’t sound like you hate me,” he said, tauntingly swirling within your wetness and dragging mewls of desire from your throat. “It sounds like you like what I’m doing to you. Is that right?”

He kept dancing around your entrance, teasingly starting to dip his finger inside only to quickly pull it away again. You started to shake your head no, if only to withhold the satisfaction from him, but at this point your lust outweighed your pride.

“Please,” you whimpered.

His eyes sparkled even brighter at your plea, instantly shooting forward to hover over your body as his fingers lingered over where you wanted him the most, his face now inches from yours and studying your expressions closely.

“You have to say…” He paused, sticking out his bottom lip and looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything.”

“What?” You cried out before harshly jerking away from him. “No!”

“Oh? Is that so?” He raised both his eyebrows, peering down at you innocently as his fingers suddenly tore through your walls and entered inside of you.

Your mouth fell open into a frozen gasp, rendered completely speechless as he hooked his index finger before dragging it back out. A deep shudder ran through you as you watched him bring the finger up to his mouth before sucking it clean of your juices.

“You taste so good,” he marveled, eyeing you under heavy lids as he licked a stripe up his finger one more time with his enticingly pink tongue. “It would be a shame for it to go to waste.”

You were panting heavily now, but this time it was solely from the intoxicatingly lustful gaze he was giving you. “Tae, pl–”

“Ah ah,” he interrupted, shaking his head at you with a grin. “You know the magic words.”

You swear to god when this is over, you’re going to kill him.

“Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything!” You cried out desperately, and then the air was whooshing from your lungs as you felt his finger finally enter you again. “Oh my god,” you moaned in pleasure, gaping at the pure ecstasy that took over your body.

Taehyung watched you closely, his mouth in an open-smile and his eyes drinking up every single one of your reactions. It was only when you felt him pull away did you open your mouth to bark out a protest, but to your delight, you realized that he was just properly removing your Frozen underwear (which thankfully was not brought up to ruin the mood again) before returning to pleasuring you.

“More Tae,” you whimpered, completely tossing your pride aside as you all but begged for him. He was definitely going to give you shit for this later. “I need more.”

“Oh?” Taehyung simply cocked his head before obeying your words and inserting a second finger through your walls. “Already ready to be stretched out for my huge cock, huh?”

“God, would it kill you to not be a cocky prick for two seconds?” You couldn’t help but snap.

“With the way you’re moaning my name like that, yes, it really would.” There was a dark chuckle that escaped his lips as he said this, and it took everything in you not to rip his fingers out of you and shove them up his own ass. You might’ve, too, if it hadn’t been for the immense pleasure that was coursing through your veins and clouding your senses right now.

“I–I don’t s–see what your fucking problem i–is,” you barely managed to get out through the constant pumping of his digits.

“Why can’t you just stop being mean to me and enjoy the pleasure?” He groaned out. “God, it’s almost like you don’t want to feel good.”

You scoffed and opened your mouth to berate him some more, but suddenly he was inserting a third finger through your walls and all logical thought was instantaneously wiped from your mind.

“Oh fuck Tae!” You cried out, head thrown back and back arched as you basked in the onslaught of the sudden overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting on you. “Fuck, too much, too much!”

“Too much?” He repeated in confusion before pulling his fingers out and staring at the width of the three of them put together. “But my dick is way bigger than this!”

And?” You screeched. “We had sex one time, it’s not like my vagina is going to magically morph to your size!”

“The vagina is a muscle that contracts and forms around what’s inserted inside of it!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Where’s that damn cock ring?!

“Okay, okay, no need to be rash,” Taehyung was quick to calm you down, the fear evident in his eyes as he raised his hands in a settling manner. “Just… come here. Are you ready to fuck? We can fuck now. You can be on top if you want since I was last time.”

Your friend’s sudden cooperative attitude had your nerves calming a bit. There was even a hint of a smile on your face as you raised to your knees, able to feel the wetness sliding between your slick folds as you waited for Taehyung to take your spot on the bed so that you could climb on top.

“This is good variety,” he commented idly while you were busy straddling him. “Should we try one of the positions we tested earlier?”

The frightening memories of sex positions ranging anywhere from “downward dog” to “king cobra” flashed through your mind—images that you were sure were going to haunt your dreams for weeks. “No, that’s okay,” you quickly reassured him. “Let’s just stick to conventional methods for now since they’re the most common ones that I’ll most likely be doing with other guys.”

Taehyung stalled at your words for a moment before seeming to snap back into it and steadying your hips with his hands. “Do you got it?” He asked as you fiddled with his member outside your entrance. “Fuck I’m so hard right now… I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You suppressed the shiver that ran down your spine at his words and forced yourself from not jumping him right then and there. “Wait! Did you get condoms this time while you were out purchasing your weird sex toys?”

Taehyung’s lips formed into a small ‘o’ before he was sitting up and leaning over to the top drawer of his nightstand.

You shuttered when you caught a glimpse of the ominous ovipositor peeking out at you. “Seriously, how much did you even pay for that thing?” You were scoffing before you could keep your mouth shut. “Did you really get it just to show to me, or do you have plans of actually using it one day?”

Your friend only glanced back at you with a wriggle of his eyebrows and a creepy smirk on his lips. “Why, do you want to try it out?”

“No!” You nearly screeched.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he put his hands up in mock defense and shrugged. “You know, you’re coming off as a real kink shamer right now, Y/N.”

“Because I don’t want to have alien eggs deposited into my vagina?!”

Tae simply shrugged again before shutting the drawer—thankfully without the ovipositor—and ripping open the small condom packet. “Here, put it on for me would ya?”

You were too impatient to argue as you quickly snatched the rubber from his hands, not wasting any time in coaxing it on with your fingers before proceeding to slowly lower yourself onto his dick, knowing that the foreplay already left you with more than enough wetness to take him with ease.

“Fuck,” you cried out in a long, drawn out voice as a spike of pain shot throughout your lower region. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”

“Are you okay?” You heard Taehyung ask, and if it wasn’t for the surprise that filled you when something cocky wasn’t the first thing that flew from his lips after your reaction, then you wouldn’t have opened your eyes to see him staring up at you in concern, almost all traces of pleasure erased from his features as he put your wellbeing first.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you inhaled sharply through your nose before exhaling a deep breath. “It just… took me by surprise is all.”

“Sorry–”

Caring and apologetic? Who was this new Taehyung?

“–I can’t help that my dick is so huge.”

And there he was.

You chose to ignore his arrogance by shooting him a glare before going back to closing your eyes, your head tilted back and bottom lip caught between your teeth as you slowly started to sink lower on his length. The effects were almost immediate; once you sat down on his hips with him buried to the hilt, both of you let out a simultaneous groan.

“God you feel so good,” Tae moaned, unable to stop himself from giving a small buck of his hips up into your heat. “How is it that neither guy liked having sex with you before?”

“I didn’t say they didn’t like having sex with me!” You scoffed in disbelief while experimentally swiveling your hips, suddenly fearful that he misinterpreted your whole purpose for asking this arrangement of him in the first place. “I said the sex wasn’t good for me! I just wanted to make sure I’m not the problem!”

“I can tell you right now, you’re fucking not the problem,” Taehyung let out a small, dark chuckle of disbelief as he tightened his grip and rutted his hips up a bit harder into yours, the action causing you to gain extra height as you bounced on his dick.

“Shit, Tae,” you didn’t even have time to question his words as you were suddenly doubling over in pleasure, the upper half of your body bending at the waist and collapsing onto his chest as you let his thrusting hips take over and send your body to the seventh heaven; if you weren’t religious before, you definitely were now. “Shit, right there, don’t stop!”

Taehyung grunted as he followed your commands, each snap of his hips causing his dick to hit a spot deep inside of you that felt so glorious, so deliciously sweet, that you found yourself screaming out his name like a mantra on repeat. You were enjoying sex more than you ever had in your entire life—which albeit wasn’t saying much, but hell, it was still something.

“I love hearing you,” he groaned with a devilish grin at the sheer audacity of the pleasure that was overpowering him. “Do you like it when I fuck your tight little pussy? Answer me, Y/N.”

Yes, yes I fucking love it,” you cried back as you clung to his chest for dear life, scratches and bite marks sure to be left on his skin from where you tried to hold yourself together, if only for your sheer sanity. “God Tae, don’t stop, it feels so fucking good!”

“Good–ah!–good girl.” His praise was interrupted by an involuntary clench of your walls, one that usually happened when you were either close to cumming or trying to coax them to their climax so it could be over with as soon as possible; this time, it just so happened to be the former.

“Taehyung… I’m…” you were barely able to get the words out between the heavy breaths that labored your chest and moans that spilled from your lips.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” His tone was rhetorical, almost patronizing, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a damn, what with the way the sweat was plastered to your forehead and your knees shook every time you tried to lift your hips up and bounce on his cock.

So all you could do was meekly nod, your face buried in his neck and your fingernails digging into his caramel skin while your best friend completely obliterated what was left of your sanity and your pussy.

“Oh my god, Taehyung–!” There was a flash of electrifying white light until there was suddenly nothing at all, your vision going momentarily blind as your earth shattering orgasm took over your body and sky rocketed your soul into a different dimension that not even you could comprehend. It took a few moments to realize that his thumb was on your clit, still vibrating away while you rode out the aftereffects of your euphoric high.

“Holy shit you’re tightening around me so fucking much.” Taehyung was a mess of mewls and moans that finally registered through your ears when you came back to reality. “I’m not gonna be able to last much longer.”

“Then let go.” You were panting, almost exhausted at this point from the whirlwind of bliss that your body just put you through, though that didn’t stop you from gritting your teeth and pressing your hands against his chest while you bounced your hips up and down on his length, each slap of your ass against his skin filling the room with lewd noises that you’re sure it never expected to hear coming from the two best friends that had spent years upon years of their childhood playing within its walls.

“Cum for me, Tae.”

That was all it took; one breathy command of your voice, and he was instantly melting like putty beneath your body.

Gasps of ah! and Y/N! tumbled from his lips like a never ending waterfall of ecstasy, each one shooting straight into your core as you felt his dick pulsate within you. There were sudden pauses from hot cum spilling into the covering of the condom that caused his hips to stutter, movement ceasing from every bone in his body before he was suddenly coming back to reality and gently pulling out of you.

“Holy shit, that was good.” Taehyung was rolling onto his back with a laugh and tugging the rubber off. “Next time I wanna try out the vibrator I bought. Oh, and one of the sex positions!”

You were gaping like a fish out of water as you scrambled to keep up with his words, not even having a second to process things before he was already talking about your next session. “O–oh, okay.” You were nodding your head and sitting up as well to grab your clothes. “So was I good, then? Any pointers?”

“You were fucking amaz–” Taehyung cut himself off as he realized what he was saying before his entire demeanor changed, a scoff that was obviously a facade falling from his lips as he nonchalantly shrugged. “I mean, you were alright, I guess. We’re definitely gonna have to practice again though to fix some more things.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you playfully swatted him before pulling on your underwear and bra. “Where’s my shorts?” You blurted out in amusement once you realized that he must’ve chucked them somewhere in the midst of your heated exchange.

After a few minutes of both of you searching the bedroom high and low, Tae finally found them abandoned beneath the skirt of the bed. “Sorry,” he chuckled as he held his own tshirt in his hands. “I’ll try to remember to throw it somewhere easily accessible next time.”

The sound of his laughter was bright and jubilant as the warm glow of the sunlight that was streaming in from the window behind him illuminated his skin, framing the outline of his body like a halo and shadowing the facial structure of his handsome–

Whoa. Handsome?

You had never called Taehyung handsome before. You always knew that he was, in an objective sort of way—but you had never viewed him like that personally.

And you still didn’t.

You quickly shook away your thoughts before refocusing back on your best friend. “Thank you. I don’t want to have to end up leaving here wearing your clothes. Nothing screams I just had sex more than that.”

“What, are you embarrassed of me?” He raised his eyebrow accusingly as if daring you to say yes, and though his actions were light and playful, you still couldn’t help but frown at this.

“Wait… you aren’t telling people about our arrangement, are you?”

“Not yet,” Taehyung answered. “I was gonna tell some of the guys but–”

“Please don’t.” You were blurting out before you could stop yourself. “The last thing I want is for people to find out I had to come to my best friend for sex advice. Especially Jimin. Can we just… keep this to ourselves?”

There was a slight pause while he frowned. “Why Jimin?” He asked with a tilt of his head in confusion.

You almost tutted in disbelief. “Tae, you know that I like Jimin. Why are you acting like this is new news?”

You friend blinked at you as he processed this information. “Why didn’t you just go to him for sex advice, then?”

“And have him never speak to me again because I’m terrible in bed and ruined our friendship? No thanks!”

“Oh, so you were okay with potentially ruining ours, then.” His words were more of a statement than a question as he crossed his arms and glared at you.

“What? No, I knew something like this wouldn’t ruin ours because you’re my best fucking friend, Tae.” Your expression softened as you took a step closer to him and held out your pinky finger. “Since we were five years old for life.”

The was a moment of silence as tension hung in the room while you waited for him to accept your gesture of friendship, though it wasn’t long before a tut fell from his lips and rang through the air. “Five years old for life,” he repeated, and then he was hooking his finger around yours and interlocking your pinkys, savoring this moment between you that embodied nothing but the strength of your bond and purity of your friendship.

“That has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever said after sex,” he commented idly while the two of you continued getting dressed, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Maybe your deal with Taehyung wasn’t going to turn out to be such a mistake after all.

The Girl from Around the Block-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some sensuality and language (Shameless imagine, don’t be surprised)

Originally posted by adventuresofjulia

  Lip didn’t have many strictly platonic friendships with other girls. In fact, he never considered he was capable of having a relationship with a female that didn’t involve them screwing into oblivion. But Y/N Y/L/N was different. For one thing, they’ve known each other since they were two years old, when Fiona and Hailey, Y/N’s older sister, arranged a play date for the two of them. They bonded over a love of Legos and had been friends ever since. He helped her with homework and she helped him get out of trouble when trying to persuade him from getting into it failed. He taught her how to smoke and she taught him how to play the piano. They were perfect for each other but neither of them would admit it.

  “Come on, Lip, you’re telling me that you’ve never thought of asking Y/N out?” Ian asked.

  They were smoking on their porch in the hot Chicago summer. Ian had the day off from work and Lip was still thinking up his latest scheme to make money fast.

   “Y/N’s like a sister to me, you know. You don’t f—k your sister,” Lip said. “We aren’t royalty or anything.”

   Ian laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure Y/N’s thought of f—cking you, you can see it in her eyes.”

   “Shut up.” Lip smacked Ian in the chest, making the ginger laugh.

   “Oh, that hurt so bad. Can’t you hit harder, pussy?”

   And that led to them wrestling jokingly, making Debbie roll her eyes inside and Carl begin cheering them on. Once they stopped (ie: when Ian pinned Lip down in their front yard), Lip sighed.

   “For the record, I let you win.”

   “Yeah, whatever.” Ian’s smile disappeared and he looked serious. “So, you’d really never consider getting with Y/N?”

   Lip rolled his eyes and shoved Ian off of him. “If you’re so into her, why don’t you date her?”
  “Because I’m gay.”

   “Oh yeah, use that excuse.” Lip took another long drag of his cigarette as he stood. “Look, Y/N’s a cool girl and stuff but I can’t see us being serious. I mean, we used to take baths together and I had the pleasure of being the only person with her when she first got her period. There’s too much history.”

   As the words left his mouth, Lip knew he was lying to himself. He knew that he was madly in love with his best friend who somehow managed to be sweet but scrappy when it came to defending herself or any of the Gallaghers. Plus, there was the way she threw her head back when she laughed really hard, making her gorgeous y/h/c locks flow around her. Then, there was the way she’d scrunch up her nose whenever she was confused about a homework question. Plus, she was the one who first confronted him about Karen, telling him that he shouldn’t take her kind of bullsh-t anymore. Also, her y/e/c eyes would light up whenever she was staring out at Lake Michigan and she would jump whenever someone/something freaked her out.

   Ian glanced behind Lip. “Too much history, huh?”

   “Yep.”

   “Then you wouldn’t be too upset at the view behind you right now.”

   Lip turned around and what he saw nearly made him drop his cigarette. Across the street, standing on the corner, was none other than Y/N smiling widely as she kissed Will Brooks. 

    “What’s she doing with him?” Lip asked.

    “Well, Lip, it appears as though they’re making out. It probably has to do with the fact that she’s had a crush on him since second semester,” Ian said.

   “How the f–k do you know all that?”

   “Because I’m the gay friend she tells all this to,” Ian said. “And I can’t blame her. Will is the star of the basketball team, has muscles for days, and is the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome.”

   “He’s an idiot. He thought that a square should count as a rhombus in geometry,” Lip muttered.

   “Someone sounds jealous,” Ian sang.

   “Shut up,” he hissed.

   But the green monster was making his blood boil as he watched Y/N laugh at something Will said before hitting his arm playfully. Her smile was beautiful and genuine, if only she was smiling that way for Lip. She kissed Will one last time before circling around him and heading down the street. However, Will didn’t let her get by before swatting her butt and making her jump. Lip could’ve strangled him right then and there.

   “Lip, Ian, you are not going to believe what just happened!” Y/N said when she got up to them.

   “You got syphilis from that idiot?” Lip asked.

   Y/N frowned. “No, but Will did just take me out.”

   “Where?” Ian smiled widely and crossed his arms just to spite Lip.

   “He took me to lunch and then we walked along Navy Pier, just talking. Your advice worked, Ian!” Y/N squealed as she hugged him.

    “Wait, you gave her advice on this?” Lip asked.

    “It’s what the gay best friend does,” Ian said.

    Y/N turned to Lip and frowned. “Why are you getting so upset about this?”

    “Because you didn’t tell me about it.”

    “I didn’t think you’d care if I went out with Will. It’s nothing serious.”

    “But it might be. The Bulls are looking at Will to draft him. I hear he’s going to be Chicago’s Kobe Bryant.”

    “This is the Bulls were talking about, Ian,” Lip said. “Besides, Will get a new girl every week, you should probably just forget about him.”

   “For your information, Mr. Negative, we’re actually going out again tomorrow night. He got us Bulls tickets!”
   “Nosebleeds?” Lip asked.

   “Nope, near the floor, center court!” Y/N grinned. “I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought that Will would ever notice me.”

    “How could he not? You’re gorgeous,” Ian said.

    “Just be careful, okay. I don’t like the guy.”

    “You don’t like many guys, Lip. Besides, you should be happy for me. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll get you court-side seats to see the Bulls.”

   “No thanks, I’m good.” Lip threw his cigarette down and snuffed it out with his boot. “I’m gonna go take care of some business.”

    “What business?” Y/N asked as she began following him down the sidewalk.

    “My usual business with Kev,” Lip said.

    Y/N’s eyes widened. “Lip, you can’t do that. You’re already high up on the cop’s radar, right behind Carl.”

   “I’ve been doing this since we were fourteen, Y/N, I know what I’m doing.”

    “But you getting arrested could f—k up your chances with MIT or U of Chicago or any other fancy school,” Y/N argued.

   “Hey, why don’t you worry about what dress you’re gonna wear to see Will again and I’ll worry about my future, alright?” Lip snapped.

   Y/N flinched at his words. They had had arguments before, but he never got this mean with her. “What’s your problem, Lip? Are you on the rag?”

   “No, just leave me alone.”

   “Fine, come around the block when you decide to stop being such a jackass,” Y/N said.

   Though her words were sharp, she sounded hurt and it hurt Lip that he had hurt his best friend. As much as he wanted to admit why he was really angry with Y/N, he was too prideful and scared of her reaction to say anything.

   For two weeks, Y/N didn’t come by to see the Gallaghers nor did Lip try to go up around the block to see her. Fiona, Ian, Debbie, Carl, Kev, and V did their best not to mention her name whenever Lip was around. But ever since their fight, Lip had begun drinking and smoking more. He was miserable. However, everything came to a head when Fiona confronted him one day.

   “Alright, Lip, go talk to her,” Fiona said.

   “What?” 

   Lip was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee while Fiona and Debbie were making breakfast.

   “You heard her, we’re sick of seeing you moping around all the time and drunk you is only so entertaining,” Debbie said.

   “I don’t want to talk to her. Besides, the only person she’s interested in talking to is Will.” Lip spat out the boy’s name.

   “That’s not true,” Ian said as he walked into the kitchen with Liam in his arms, “she talks to me all the time.”

   “If I want to talk to her, I’ll talk to her, alright? Can we stop f—king talking about her?” Lip snapped.

   Fiona set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Lip and bent down to his level. “Lip, I know you’ve been in love with Y/N pretty much since the day you met and it must be killing you that you fought and that she’s with Will—”

   “Will Brooks? He’s a babe,” Debbie said.

   Fiona, Ian, and Lip collectively shot her a look that made her instantly regret her words.

   “Sorry.”

   Fiona sighed. “But you need to man up and talk to her. I know this is gonna be hard comin’ from me but I know love when I see it.”

   Lip groaned. “She’s not gonna forgive me.”

  “She will, we’ve all had to,” Ian said.

  Lip playfully shoved him before taking a long swig of coffee. “I’ll be right back.”

  “That’s my boy,” V said as she entered the kitchen from the rear entrance.

   “Did you hear all of that?” Ian asked.

   “For the most part. Please go talk to that girl, I’m sick of seeing you look more pissed off than usual.”

   Lip laughed. “I will, see ya, V.”

   As he left the house, Lip began going over everything he could possibly say to make everything up to Y/N. 

   “Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and getting pissed about you and Will. I’m sure the NBA accepts idiots too—no, can’t say that, she’ll get pissed that I insulted him. Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and I’m really happy for you and Will. Maybe the Bulls will start winning if he joins. Yeah, that’s better.” Lip paused. “Y/N, you probably hate me, but we have to talk…”

   “I thought that only crazy people talked to themselves,” Mandy said as she strolled up to Lip.

   “Oh, hey, Mandy,” he said.

    She was wearing a tight black tank top and short denim cut offs. They had a short-lived fling but decided that they were better off as friends. Besides Ian and Lip, Mandy was Y/N’s closest friend.

   “I’m guessing that you’re off to talk to Y/N,” Mandy said.

   “Yeah, I said some real sh-tty stuff to her and she didn’t deserve it.” 

   “She never does,” Mandy said. “It’s just too bad about her and Will.”

   Lip frowned. “What happened?”

   “You didn’t hear? She found out that he’s been cheating on her ever since they got together. I offered to have my brothers beat him up for her, but she said it wasn’t worth it. I haven’t seen her around in a long time.”

   “Sh-t.”

    “Yeah, so whatever you have to say to her, don’t f-ck up.”

   “Thanks, Mandy.”

    As Lip walked away from Mandy, he was both elated and furious. He could beat Will’s face in for what he did to Y/N but at the same time, he was ecstatic that she was single again. Now he really had to perfect what he was gonna say.

   “Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened between us. You didn’t deserve it and I was just being a dick. I’m also sorry about what happened between you and Will. He deserves to get the sh-t beat out of him.” Lip sighed. “And…and I got so mad about the whole Will thing because, you’re like a sister to me and I didn’t want to lose my sister or my friend…the friend I’ve been in love with since we were two.”

   At this point, Lip was standing in front of the Y/L/N’s house. Mr. Y/L/N was most likely back at work in the loan office and Mrs. Y/L/N was off being a maid in the W Hotel. Whether or not Hailey was home was a bit of a toss up since she would skip class more than Lip did. The navy, two-story house seemed a lot bigger than it usually did and part of Lip wanted to turn around and run away.

   “Don’t be a pussy,” he muttered. 

   He walked up the front steps and knocked on the door.

   Seconds later, a dog was barking and Hailey was yelling at it.

   “Geez!” she blew a piece of dark hair out of her eyes and narrowed them once she saw Lip. “Lip.”

   “Hi, Hailey.”

   The barking Rottweiler stopped when he saw Lip and began licking all over his face.

   “Hi, Buster,” Lip said as he scratched the dog. “I’ve missed you.”

   “Well, he’s missed you too, I don’t know if I can say the same for Y/N,” Hailey said.

   Lip sighed as he straightened up. “Look, I know I f-cked up majorly with Y/N and I’m sorry. I just want to apologize and if she doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore, that’s fine, I’ll understand. Is she okay?”

   Hailey’s e/c eyes softened slightly at Lip’s words but she kept a tense body language. “She’d be better off if that idiot hadn’t cheated on her weeks after she lost her best friend. But she’ll get through it, she’s tough.”

   “I know, is she here?”

   Hailey pursed her lips. “That Will guy might’ve hurt her but you really broke her heart, you know that, Gallagher?”

   “Yeah…”

   “I could kill you for how much you made her cry and then Will on top of that—” Hailey breathed.

   “And I’ll do my best to never make her cry again. Believe me, the last thing I want is to hurt her.”

   Lip hoped his sincerity showed through since Hailey was one of the most stubborn people when it came to protecting her family and doing what she thought was right.

   “She went to the Symphony. They let her listen to the music from the entry way as long as she doesn’t disturb anyone.”

   “Thanks, Hailey, I really appreciate it.”

   The L couldn’t have operated any slower that day, which made Lip even more anxious. He began chain smoking, hoping it would help him think more, but it didn’t. It calmed him down a little, but he still had no idea what he was going to say to her. Fortunately, downtown wasn’t very crowded and it was easy for him to find his way to the Symphony. Sure enough, Y/N was sitting near one of the door, cross-legged, listening intently to the passionate music. She looked gorgeous though she was wearing a simple white summer dress that went off the shoulders. Her hair was twisted up into a pretty bun on top of her head and her back was facing Lip.

   He carefully walked up to her, his mind racing with words.

   “Mind if I join you?”
    Y/N gestured for him to sit without turning away from the door. Her eyes were puffy and he could tell that she had been crying.

    “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

    “Sh, it’s Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9,” Y/N hissed.

    “Oh, right, sorry.” Lip managed to say quiet for five more seconds before saying, “no, you know what, f-ck the music, you can get this sh–t on YouTube or iTunes. We need to talk.”

   “Keep your voice down or we’ll get kicked out,” Y/N said quietly. 

   “Fine, but at least look at me when I talk?”
   Y/N hesitated before turning to Lip. “Talk.”

   Lip paused. Everything he had rehearsed seem to leave his mind. “You’re beautiful.”

   Y/N rolled her eyes. “Go away, Lip.”

   “No, I’m serious. Even though that a—hole made you cry and did all that to you, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Always have been.”

   There was a long pause between them but Y/N looked stunned.

   “Is that all you have to say to me?”

    “No, I’m sorry about what happened between us. I shouldn’t have gotten so pissed off about you and that jerk.”

    “You were a real jackass,” Y/N muttered.

    “I know, and you didn’t deserve that. And I’m sorry about what happened—-no, you know what, f-ck that, I’m not sorry. He didn’t deserve to be with you because you are amazing and sweet and talented and tough and strong. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you and neither do I.”

    Y/N looked stunned but suddenly looked dejected. “If I’m all those things, why did he cheat on me with Ashley Opperman, Jane Henkins, Mariah Little, Penny Gilbert, Vanessa Langley, and Iman Ashton?”

    “Because he’s an idiot who’s probably trying to get the clap if he got anywhere near Vanessa Langley,” Lip said.

    Y/N smiled. “I think she’s had ever STD under the sun besides AIDs.”

   Lip smiled. “I’m so sorry about everything that happened between us, Y/N. Is there any way you could forgive me?”
   Y/N jokingly tapped her finger against her chin. “If you teach me how make things explode using that fancy technical vocabulary, maybe.”

   “Of course.”

   “And you help me pass my ACT.”

   “Okay.”

   “And you come to my piano concerts.”

   “I already do.”

   “Sober, though.”

   “Then you’ll have to play something less boring.”

   “Deal.”

   They jokingly shook hands before Y/N wrapped her arms around Lip and basically fell into his lap. He immediately pulled her close, inhaling her sweet scent.

    “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

    “I love you.”

    They both froze. Lip couldn’t have said that any less smoothly if he tried. He couldn’t believe that he had blurted it out like that.

    Y/N pulled away slowly and looked at him with wide eyes. “Lip?”

    “I’ve loved you since we first met and I fell in love with you around the same time, I think. It drove me crazy seeing you with Will and I’m sorry I was so mean to you. If you don’t feel the same way then—”

    Lip was cut off as Y/N pressed her lips against his. He immediately pulled her closer as he kissed back. All those emotions they had for the past sixteen years came out in that exchange. They were so caught up they not only forgot where they were but also that they would need to pull away for air.

     “Eh hem.” An elderly security guard looked at them with distaste.

    “What’s your problem?” Lip asked.

    “Sorry, Ivan, we’ll be leaving now.”

    “No, that’s fine, Y/N, just try to ease up on all of that.” Ivan gestured to their current position.

   “You got it, Ivan.”

   He wandered away and Lip pulled Y/N into him again.

   “So, I’m guessing you like me too?”

   “No, I love you, I thought as smart as you are, you would’ve caught onto that when we were at least four,” Y/N teased.

   “Well, I’m smart enough to never let you go again.”

   “Good.”

    And that was how after many years, Lip Gallagher ended up with the girl from around the block.

Please Don’t Go

Originally posted by babyangelmichael

A/N: Uh I was listening to some throwback music again and this is kinda based around a Boyz II Men’s song

Warning: Contains Sexual Content & Mentions of Alcoholism. View At Your Own Risk!!!

     Ashton sat alone in the dark. Curtains drawn to block out the early morning light. He was resting into the sofa and his hand clutched a bottle of vodka with a strong grip. His jaw clenched and he brought the bottle up to his lips and took a sip of the alcohol. Ashton’s eyes were dilated and clouded over as if he was stuck in a trance. They stayed locked on the moving boxes the sat near the front door. The moving boxes that held your belongings. Ashton swallowed hard and he wiped a tear that was rolling down his face. It was his fault that you were leaving him.

The two of you had been having problems for months and on top of that Ashton began to stay out late and he started drinking. It was becoming a hassle trying to handle him when he was drunk. His temper had elevated and the insecurity of losing you had drove him mad. At some point he had became violent and threatened anyone that looked your way. There was something about seeing him get into fights that struck a chord with you. It made you realize that if Ashton acted this way when someone pissed him off, then what would happen if he got angry with you while he was drunk. You didn’t feel comfortable being around Ashton when he was in that state of mind. As the arguments increased you feared for your safety even more. Ashton of course promised that he would never put his hands on you, but you couldn’t take his word for it. You never know what could make a person snap. Even if he had never physically hurt you before, there was still the thought that Asthon could and it scared you. 

The sound of the door unlocking echoed around the loft apartment and soon the door opened allowing a flood of light to sparkle into the entrance. Ashton stayed in his spot and he closely watched as you came inside. You were dressed in sweats, hair pulled back, and face bare of makeup. It was as if someone could see the exhaustion radiating off of you. You were sick of the fighting and just needed to get out. You tossed your keys on the table next to the door and let out a sigh. You were too busy scrolling through your phone to notice Ashton sitting in the living room. He took another swig from the bottle and licked his lips. “Is the moving truck coming today?” Ashton questioned, his voice sounded rough and the sound of it made you jump in your spot.

“Holy fuck, Ashton! You scared me,” you sighed, placing your hand over your heart. Your eyebrows furrowed when you turned to look at him. “Really sitting in the dark?” you sighed, walking over to the windows to pull open the curtains. Ashton groaned as light filled the living room and his arm came up to shield his eyes. Once you had adjusted to the light you finally got a good look at him. Ashton looked worse than you. His hair sticking up, facial hair grown out more as if he hadn’t shaved in days, and bags under his eyes. You felt a tinge of sorrow at the sight of him but quickly shook the feeling away when you spotted the bottle of alcohol in his hands. “Of course you’re drinking,” you scoffed, walking towards the moving boxes. You began to mutter under your breath and grabbed the tape from off one of the boxes to continue securing your things.

Ashton tilted the bottle of alcohol in his hands and looked at it in disgust. The taste of it almost didn’t have an affect on him. Somehow Ashton had become immune to the burning sensation of hard alcohol. With a deep sigh he sat the bottle down on the coffee table and stood up from his spot. “Is the moving truck coming today?” he asked again, moving to sit at the bar stool. 

“Yeah. I won’t be here when they make the second trip, but Joey will give you back the key,” you told him. You bent down to pick up the box you had just taped and placed it closer to the door. You chewed on your bottom lip contemplating on if you wanted to tell Ashton something else Joey was going to hand him. “He’ll also hand you the d-divorce papers,” you said. Ashton blinked back in surprise and his eyebrows furrowed at your words.

“The what? No-no I’m not signing anything, Y/N,” Ashton said, “When did we ever decide on that? I recall us talking about you moving out. I remember us talking about being separated for a bit, but divorce? We never discussed that.” His voice had rose in anger and you flinched at his tone. “Fucking divorce papers…I’m not signing shit,” he scoffed, rubbing at his chin. Ashton thought you were being a bit too dramatic. Sure you two were having problems, but it wasn’t that bad for you to file for divorce. He had been holding out hope that you’d get over this rough patch. He agreed on letting you move out to clear your head. At least that way Ashton knew you were still his in a sense, but divorce meant you were no longer together. He would rather die than divorce you. He sucked in a deep breath and stood up from his spot to approach you.

You felt his hand grab your elbow and you let out a deep sigh. “Can we just talk about this please baby,” he said, voice sounding desperate. You looked up at the ceiling and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“I’m done talking about it, Ashton. You made your choice and I made mine,” you said, brushing him off. “I think I left some stuff upstairs,” you said, quickly walking away from him. Your footsteps sounded loud as you ran up the stairs and disappeared from his view. Ashton rubbed at his forehead and took a long look at the boxes. He despised them knowing that once they were gone you were never coming back. The first night you had left made Ashton realize he couldn’t let your love slip away. Ashton needed you because you were his rock and without you here there’s no telling what he’d do. He wanted to change for the better but that was easier said than done. 

You sat at the edge of the bed and looked out the glass doors of the bedroom with a melancholy look. You could never think straight when you were around Ashton and you could feel hot tears spring at the corner of your eyes. “Stop it,” you hissed at yourself, wiping your face as the tears started to flow. “Stop crying,” you said, trying to put on a strong voice. It hurt to see Ashton like this and you knew he needed help. He had to control his anger and how much he drank. Someone had knocked on the door the sound echoed loudly around the loft. You stood up from your spot and patted your cheeks twice. You left the bedroom and at the same time wiped away the rest of your tears. Ashton wasn’t going to make you feel bad for wanting a change. Especially a change where you needed to feel safe around the person you’re with. The knocks continued and your eyes darted towards Ashton. He was still in the spot you had left him in. “You’re not going to get that at all?” you huffed, brushing pass him to open the door. 

“MOVING DAY!” your best friend, Lea, cheered, entering your apartment with your other best friend, Joey. Your eyebrows rose up at her words and you gave a quick smile. You weren’t in a happy mood, but you did feel relief about leaving the toxic environment you had been in. “Oop hey, Ashton I didn’t know you were here,” Lea said, giving you a ‘my bad’ look in an apology for her greeting towards you. Ashton rolled his eyes and began to shuffle upstairs to your once shared room. On the way he swiped a scotch bottle from out the bar and soon left you and your friends in the living room. 

“He’s still drinking?” Joey questioned earning a silent nod from you in return. 

“I don’t even know how to deal with him anymore,” you sniffled, “Whoever that is upstairs is not my husband.” Joey sighed at your words and his hand came down to squeeze your shoulder in reassurance. You shook your head “It’s fine. Let’s just load up the car,” you said, pulling away from your friend and grabbing one of the moving boxes. Lea and Joey shared a look and then followed in pursuit. Ashton seemed to spend the rest of his time in the bedroom drinking away his feelings. He had only peeked over the railing once to get a glimpse of you; wondering where it was the two of you went wrong. When half of your stuff was packed into the car you made your way upstairs. Ashton was laid out on the bed, headphones in, and eyes closed to block out the reality that was happening around him. You leaned against the door frame and watched him curiously. “Ashton,” you said, trying to get his attention. When he didn’t respond you called his name again and this time your voice rose to a louder pitch. You pushed off the door frame and walked over to him. “Ash!” you yelled, yanking the headphones out his ear. He jumped in surprise and looked at you with wide eyes. 

“What?” Ashton said, eyes scanning over your face. Your eyebrows furrowed at his tone making you take a step away from him, cross your arms, and clear your throat. 

“I’m taking the first half of my stuff to the apartment,” you told him. Ashton nodded at your words and for some reason you found yourself lingering. “Lea and Joey will be back for the rest while I go to my appointment-” you paused to walk towards the door but then stopped yourself to turn back towards Ashton. You gave him a hopeful look and you wanted Ashton to show some sign of resistance. You wanted him to show some attempt of change, but instead he took a swig from the Scotch bottle. Instead of saying what you were going to say, you straighten back your shoulders and said “When you get a chance send the divorce papers to my lawyer.” You left after that leaving Ashton alone to his thoughts. Five minutes had passed of your departure and Ashton was already upset. Pacing back and forth all while chugging the alcohol. You were tearing him apart and he was tearing you apart. Your last words rang through his head and Ashton let out an aggravated yell throwing the glass bottle of alcohol towards a wall. The sound of glass hitting against the wall was loud and the liquid splashed against the wall and dripped down onto the floor. Ashton’s knees began to buckle under him and he fell down onto the floor and broke down crying. 

     You were curled up on the couch in a blanket, hand grasping tight to the television remote as you flicked through the channels. The only thing showing up on most channels seemed to be infomercials and it made you wonder exactly why you were up this late. You hadn’t been sleeping much over the past month anyway. Staying up late and filling your nights with television to not hear yourself think. It was different to be living alone and that was the problem. You felt alone. It was what kept you up at night. Being aware that you were no longer living with someone you had been with for years. It was weird and you weren’t sure how you coped with being alone before Ashton ever came into your life. It was reaching the early hour of 2am when you were starting to finally drift off. Your eyelids becoming heavy and mouth parting as you started to fall asleep. It was for only a second that you felt the relief of sleep only to be pulled out of it by someone banging loudly on your front door. Your head flew up in shock and it took everything in you to get up from the couch. You pulled the blanket tightly around you and yawned as the loud knocking continued. 

You stood on your tippy toes to look through the peephole and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the wavy light brown hair. Ashton was leaning up against your door, face pressed into the cold wood and fist pounding on the door. You quickly stepped away from the door and pressed your back against it. “Y/N! I KNOW YOU’RE HOME PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!” Ashton shouted, banging on it harder this time. It was too early for this to be happening and from how his voice was slurring you knew Ashton must have been drunk. “Y/N!” Ashton shouted even more, making your eyes shut tight and teeth sink hard into your bottom lip. You knew if you didn’t answer Ashton would end up waking your neighbors. After a minute you sighed in defeat and unlocked the door. Ashton stumbled inside nearly falling on his face. Once he had caught his balance he turned to face you. 

“Ashton what are you doing here?” you questioned, yawning once more. He had statred shaking his head and you noticed Ashton was gripping at some papers. The sheets crumpled and torn around the edges. “Where have you been? Do you know I’ve been trying to get a hold of you?” you questioned, still keeping a safe distance away from him. Ever since you moved out Ashton had been in hiding. You spent a whole month without hearing from him. No calls or anything. You even contacted the boys to see if they’d heard from Ashton, but sadly no. It had almost gotten to a point where you were beginning to worry about him. “Ashton,” you sighed, trying hard to get through to him. He ignored your words and kept mumbling to himself about something. “You’re fucking wasted,” you sighed.

“I-I can’t sign this,” Ashton slurred, shaking the papers at you. Your eyes squinted and you pinched at the bridge of your nose. “I refuse to sign them. I don’t want to lose you baby,” he whispered, “I can’t-please I just can’t lose you.” You were taken aback by his words and realized Ashton was crying. He had been drinking, but the emotion he was giving off was no longer anger. It was sadness. 

“You have to sign them,” you sighed, now being the one to shake your head at him. “Sign them and go home Ashton,” you said, voice coming out stronger this time. Ashton let out a small laugh, the sound coming out watery as he was still crying. He approached you making you back away from him until your back hit against the wall. Ashton trapped you between him and the wall and his hands came up to press on the wall and rest over your head. His head dipped low until his face was inches away from yours. 

“No baby. You don’t mean that,” Ashton whispered, nudging his nose against yours. You sucked in a deep breath and your eyes closed as you felt the tears start to come. The stench of alcohol radiated off of him and you shook your head. “Tell me you still love me,” he mumbled, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and sending a peck to your skin. “We can make it work-we can work it out. Please don’t go away from me,” he whimpered, sending more kisses onto your neck. You had started to cry at that point. Your body wracking with sobs. It’s not like you didn’t love Ashton because you did. You loved him with all your heart, but you couldn’t go through this cycle of negativity and pain over again. “Please don’t go,” he cried once again, hands dropping down to grab at your hips. His fingers pressed hard into your skin like a child clutching to their favorite stuffed bear and you cried even more.

“You need help,” you said through tears, body relaxing into his touch against your wishes. 

“I need you,” Ashton mumbled, lips trailing up to kiss at your jaw. You shook your head again feeling the tears run down your cheeks. He wasn’t listening to you. Ashton’s mind being somewhere else with the alcohol in his system. You needed Ashton to understand that the two of you couldn’t move forward until he dealt with his own issues. 

“No, Ash no.” You sniffled, hand reaching up to grab his chin and turning it so that he’d face you. His lips were slightly puckered and his skin felt soft to the touch. “You. Need. Help.” The words came out slowly and your eyes bore into his, holding his gaze. “The drinking has to stop,” you said, beginning to chew on your bottom lip. Ashton tore his gaze away from you and his grip on your hips released. “You want us to work it out then go to rehab,” you softly said, finally taking a breath. He went quiet at your words and pulled back to hold you at arms length. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” you questioned. Ashton nodded at your words, but then shook his head. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched his face scrunch up and nose wrinkle. His eyes squinted and he gagged for a few seconds.

Ashton had lurched forward his head dropping as he began to throw up everything he had been drinking that night. You grimaced at the sight feeling uncomfortable as he continued to empty his stomach out onto your hard wood floor. Finally after some time Ashton coughed twice and spit out the excess vomit. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and lazily looked at you. “Mm I’m sorry,” Ashton muttered, looking down at himself in disgust. The splash of it had hit against your floor and backfired onto Ashton. He was covered in his own vomit. You sighed loudly and rubbed at your temples. Ashton looked about ready to pass out, but you weren’t going to let him sleep in his own vomit. 

“Come on,” you said, stepping around the puddle of throw up. You bent down and your arms slipped under his arms so that you could haul him up. Ashton placed his weight on you and you pulled him as best as you could towards your bathroom. Once inside you sat him down on the toilet seat and turned your back so you could turn on the water. You plugged the tub up and allowed it to fill. Ashton was too out of it to wash himself so you were going to have to do it. “Stand up for me,” you coaxed, trying to lift Ashton up yourself. He complied to your words and stood up. You grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Ashton looked like a lost puppy as you began to undress him. Your fingers brushed against his abdomen and Ashton could feel his skin heat up at the touch. Your fingers worked on unbuttoning his jeans. Pulling down the zipper and yanking them down his legs. A smirk made its way onto his lips when you had gone down onto your knees. The minute you felt his hand grab at your hair you slapped it away. “Stop it,” you huffed, standing up once you had him out of his jeans. Finally Ashton was standing naked in front of you and the tub was filled up with water. 

The water felt warm against Ashton’s skin and his head rested back against the wall as he let out a moan of comfort. Steam coated the bathroom mirrors and you sat on the floor watching Ashton. Your fingers dipped into the water and silence filled the air. It almost felt like a comfortable silence, but you knew it wasn’t going to last for long. Ashton’s hand lifted from out the water and he reached out to wipe a tear that was rolling down your cheek. You closed your eyes at the gesture and then cleared your throat. Your hand dipped into the water to grab at the wash cloth and you poured some body wash into it before grabbing Ashton’s arm and washing him. He sat quietly in the water and allowed you to run the towel across his body and wash away the day he had had. The once clear water had become foggy as the dirt washed off of him. Ashton stood up and he felt his cheeks heat up when he realized he had gotten hard. “M’sorry…it’s just the heat and-” his hands went down to cover his hard on and you nodded at his words. He had sobered up just a bit, but was still slightly out of it. You unplugged the tub and grabbed a towel for him to dry off with. 

“I have extra toothbrushes in the cabinet. You can wash out that taste while I grab you something to wear,” you told him, handing over the towel an exiting the bathroom. You began to rummage through your drawers looking for some of Ashton’s old clothes that you had acquired into your own wardrobe. You found a t-shirt and some basketball shorts that you had worn the first time you’d spent the night with him. You grabbed the articles of clothing and made your way back into the bathroom where Ashton was hunched over the sink brushing his teeth. He looked over to you for a split second and spit out the excess toothpaste. 

“Thank you,” he muttered, going back to brushing as you sat the clothes on the counter. You nodded at his words then left out to go clean up his vomit from your living room floor. It was reaching 4am and you were tired as can be. Eyes bloodshot, but not in the way that Ashton’s was, hair a mess, and body exhausted. You grabbed some rubber gloves out the kitchen drawer and began to clean. Finally after five minutes you were finished cleaning and sprayed some Febreze to hide the stench. You dragged yourself towards your bedroom finally ready to close your eyes and get some type of rest. When you came to the entrance of your bedroom you found Ashton passed out asleep on your bed. You shook your head and just climbed into bed with him. A sigh of relief left your lips as your head fell onto the pillow. Not too long after Ashton’s arm draped over your body and he pulled you closer into him. You didn’t even fight it this time and just allowed his body to mold into yours. “I love you,” he hummed, finally drifting off to sleep. You found yourself smiling at his words and squeezed his hand. Soon succumbing to sleep yourself. 

     Ashton was still hard. His crotch pressed up against your ass and the feeling of his boner was what had woken you up. You felt yourself grow wet at the pressure and you became angry with yourself for wanting Ashton in this moment. Ever since you both separated you had been lacking sex and you knew he had been too. Your eyes darted towards the clock and you let out another groan. You had only slept for two hours. Turning back to look at Ashton you could tell he was still deep in sleep. He was probably having a sex dream which is what brought on his boner. You felt your skin heat up and you tried to shake the thought of him filling you up from out your mind. You hated how easy it was for him to turn you on even if he wasn’t awake. The whole thing felt inappropriate especially considering the events that had happened earlier. Ashton snuggled closer to you and he softly grind his crotch into your ass and a moan slipped from his lips. You couldn’t take it anymore, turning in your spot and shaking Ashton awake. He groaned and pushed your hand away.

“What?” Ashton mumbled tiredly, eyes peeling open. Even though he was tired Ashton looked as if he had fully sobered up in the little time he had slept. 

“Can you fix your damn boner it’s making me-It woke me up,” you corrected yourself. Ashton’s eyebrows furrowed at your words and he lifted the covers to take a look for himself. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled for the third time that night. Ashton scratched at the back of his neck and he looked at you for a second almost hesitating to get out of bed. “Excuse me,” he said, finally sliding out from under the covers. You sat up in your spot and watched him walk towards the door. Your breathing had quickened in pace and your fingers fiddled with the duvet as Ashton left your room to take care of his “problem”. You sat in silence and stared at the door where he had gone through. Your core throbbed and you began to argue with yourself. 

“Ash,” you called, losing out to how your mind felt against what your body and heart wanted. He was quick to come back, head poking through the door to give you a quizzical look. 

“Yeah?” Ashton asked, eyebrows knitting in question. Your mouth parted for a split second and you licked your lips not sure how to voice what you wanted. You bit down on your bottom lip and stared at him in innocence. Ashton recognized the look you were giving him. You had often used it when you two had just finished arguing about something stupid and you were too stubborn to actually say you wanted to fuck him. His eyes widened in surprise and broken sounds left his lips. “A-Are you positive you want to do that?” he questioned, earning an eager nod from you in return. “Oh-um,” Ashton felt his cock grow harder at your unspoken words. His eyes clouding over in lust as he watched you rub up and down your arm in nervousness. 

“Please don’t make me beg,” you whined out, becoming inpatient at the fact that Ashton was still frozen in his spot. Ashton was quick to move from his spot. The bed dipped as he climbed on it once more and you moaned in delight when his lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss. It had been months since you last kissed Ashton and it felt like you were at home. Your hands snaked around his neck and you pulled him into a deeper kiss. It was one of both hunger and need. Teeth clashing together and tongues massaging one another. “Mhmm I missed you,” you breathed into him, the kiss parting as he pulled off your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra and Ashton groaned at the sight of your breasts. His head dipped into the crook of your neck and he kissed at your skin. This time you wanted the action and your head tilted to the side to allow him more access to your neck. Soft moans left your mouth as he trailed his lips down and took your nipple into his mouth. Goosebumps rose on your skin and your hands laced into Ashton’s hair. He pulled away to give you another kiss and you tugged at his shirt wanting him to take it off. 

“Patience, baby doll you’ll get to feel me soon,” Ashton whispered, pinching at your nipple until it was a hardened nub. You let out a moan and your hand reached out to grip at his shoulder. Your core throbbed and you felt a flood of wetness hit you when Ashton toyed with the hem of your pajama shorts. Your lips trailed across his jaw sucking tiny love bites into his skin. His moans turned you on even more and your hands slipped into his basketball shorts and softly grabbed at his cock. Ashton’s body tensed up against yours for a second and then he relaxed as you began to stroke his cock. His grip on your hips tightened and Ashton’s face fell to rest on your shoulder as he enjoyed the pleasure you were giving him. It took everything in him to pull away from you making a whine leave your lips. “Mhm no-keep doing that and I’m gonna explode,” he said, finally yanking down your pajama shorts. 

Once again Ashton’s lips were back on your body. He kissed between the valley of your breasts and marked your under boob with love bites. He continued his trek down your body making sure to kiss every inch of your skin as possible. Heat rose at your chest when Ashton kissed at your ankle and he sent you a wink. He kissed down your leg and came close to your core. His breath felt hot against your skin and Ashton took a tentative lick up your folds. Your eyes closed in bliss and when he took another lick, longer and the tip of his tongue fiddling with your clit, your back arched. Ashton’s hands slipped under your ass and he pulled you closer beginning to eat you out some more. Your thighs quivered as Ashton nipped at your bundle of nerves his pointer finger circling over your entrance. He sucked at your folds and the sound of him slurping up your juices sounded loud in your ears. Your moans bounced off the walls and you wrapped your legs around his head to draw him more into you. Ashton’s cock pulsated at the sound of your moans and he plunged his finger into your heat. “Ashton please,” you whimpered, hands fisting at the sheets. You needed him badly and the way he was licking you out had your body aching in the best way possible. He slipped another finger inside of you and began to thrust them, tongue circling around your clit and making your body convulse. Your eyes fluttered as you felt deep in the pit of your stomach your release approaching. It felt so good and you began to rock against Asthon’s fingers, slowly riding it as your release continued to build up. He curled his fingers up and the tips of it brushed at your g-spot. Ashton replaced his fingers with his tongue and he moaned at your taste. The vibrations of his moans hit your clit and your legs shook as you came to your release. 

Ashton hummed as your hips rose and legs kicked out in pleasure. He took two more licks up your slit and then kissed at your inner thigh. Your hand rose to rest at your forehead and you tried to focus on catching your breath. Your skin felt on fire as Ashton kissed back up to your lips. He gave you a passionate kiss allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Ashton rested his forehead against yours and traced his fingertips across your skin. “You okay?” he whispered, sending tiny pecks to your shoulder. You hummed in response and gave him a lazy smile. You had missed having Ashton between your legs. You turned in your spot until you were facing Ashton. He gave you a smile and you kissed him softly before sliding your hand back into his basketball shorts. The head of his cock leaked with precum and you swiped your thumb over the tip. Ashton’s eyes closed at the feeling and his hip instinctively bucked at your touch. The kiss grew even more and you pulled down his shorts. Ashton kicked them off and you continued to stroke his cock. Your arousal grew and you pushed Ashton onto his back so that you could straddle him.

Your nails scratched down Ashton’s chest as you sat on his cock. His chest heaved up and down and you began to rock your hips. You were teasing the both of you. Your clit throbbing as it continued to slide across his cock. Ashton’s hand flew up to grab your hips and he halted your movements. He swallowed hard and you smirked at him. “It’s not fun when you’re the one being teased huh?” you said. Ashton glared at your words before pinching at your hip. 

“Stop teasing,” he said in a raspy voice. You grinned at his words and leaned down to give him another kiss. This time your hips rose and you grabbed his cock and ran his tip between your folds for a few seconds before sinking down on him. You both simultaneously moaned and your face fell into the crook of his neck. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus. It had been months since Ashton had last filled you up and your body molded into his perfectly. You missed this feeling. Once you had caught your breath you lifted up and looked down at Ashton. His teeth was sunk into his bottom lip as he stared at you in awe. You slowly lifted up until the head of his cock was the only thing inside of you and then you slid back down, starting a slow and steady pace. Ashton let out a throaty moan and began to move his hips up to match your speed. You began to roll your hips down in figure eights and the pace picked up. You rocked your hips against his and let out tiny moans. Ashton’s hand reached down to rub at your clit making your body shake above his. Your hands rested on the headboard and you began to really ride him. Tiny jolts of pleasure coursing through you. Ashton decided he wanted to control control the pace and his hands gripped at your hips. He took control and began to pound up into you. Your head fell back and you let out loud moans with you slightly distracted bythe pleasure, Ashton took the opportunity to flip you over onto your side. A small yelp left your lips at his actions and your leg draped over his hip. You giggled in surprise and he continued to thrust into you. Ashton was close and you had already came once, so getting him to his release was what drove you on. The pleasure was sending you into overdrive as Ashton tried to get you to another release. Ashton gave you a particularly sharp thrust and the head of his cock hit at your g-spot. Ashton pulled you closer and his lips landed on yours. He nibbled at your bottom lip and your tongues clashed together. The kiss broke and Ashton slowed down his pace to make you feel every inch of his cock. “I love you,” he whispered, feeling you start to clench around his length.

You had reached out to caress his cheek and your eyes rolled back into their sockets. “I love you too,” you cried out, breath fanning over Ashton’s skin. Your clenching became unbearable and Ashton grunted loudly as he came. You gasped at the feeling and your head fell back against the pillows. You both lazily grinned at each other and Ashton pulled out of you. You laid on your back and stared up at the ceiling in shock. Sleeping with Ashton was never your plan nor was him showing up at your doorstep. “I’m gonna go pee,” you sighed after a moment, peeling yourself from Ashton’s embrace and making your way to the bathroom. You flicked on the light and shuffled to the toilet, raising the lid of the toilet and sitting down to pee. You stared at the tile walls of the shower for a few seconds and then began to cry. You were a bit sad, but more in shock. With everything that had gone on you couldn’t believe you had caved. Ashton was still your husband so it wasn’t all bad, but you had still filed for divorce. Or at least tried to file since Ashton refused to sign the papers. Your head was spinning and you needed more sleep feeling exhausted now. You found your way back to bed, curling up besides an already sleeping Ashton and headed back to bed yourself. 

     The smell of bacon wafted into your room making you stir in your sleep. You turned over in your bed feeling the weight of it being much lighter than before. Your face nuzzled more into your pillow and you wanted to get more rest, but the smell of food was much more appealing than sleeping. Your body felt slightly heavy as you slid out of bed and you searched your floor for your shirt that Ashton had pulled off of you. Mouth opening to let out a yawn as you made your way out your room. The smell grew even more prominent as you came close to the kitchen. You stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, standing like a lost puppy at the sight of Ashton, and rubbing at your eyes. For a moment the events of the early morning had left your mind, but seeing Ashton brought them back. He was standing in front of your stove stirring something in a pot and flipping the bacon at the same time. Ashton had his back facing towards you and you were hit with a sudden feeling of comfort. He had often made breakfast when the two of you woke up from a long night. You could distinctly remember Ashton cooking you sausage and pancakes with strawberries on top. Fresh squeezed orange juice rested at the center of the table and a plate set up in waiting for the food to lay on it. Things were much simpler back then.

You had cleared your throat, catching Ashton’s attention by the sound. He looked worse than earlier. Hazel eyes less dilated than before, but still a tinge of red could be seen on his eyeballs. His facial hair looked as if it had grown even more and from the small crease in his forehead you knew Ashton was hungover. There were tiny bruises scattering his skin from the love bites you had given him. “I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said, giving you a sheepish smile. Ashton turned off one of the burners on the stove and placed the freshly cooked bacon on a plate. “Got hungry and I didn’t want to just cook for myself,” he said, voice coming out timidly. You nodded at his words and found yourself walking more into the kitchen to sit down at the table. Ashton wasn’t showing any sign of remembering what had happened. Though the goofey smile on his face showed that he remembered the two of you having sex. In fact he didn’t even seem surprised that he had woken up naked in bed next to you. Your eyes glanced towards the clock and you realized you had slept through the whole morning.

“Waffles and oatmeal?” you questioned, looking up at him with raised eyebrows when he began to pour the oatmeal into a bowl for you. Ashton looked down at the display of food and you could see a hint of a pink blush against his cheeks. 

“I wasn’t sure what you were hungry for so I made both,” he said, placing the hot pot back on the stove before taking a seat across from you. Ashton picked up a bowl of blueberries and he held it out for you to grab some. You grabbed a spoon and scooped up some of the fruit and placed it in your oatmeal. 

“Thanks.” The two of you ate in silence, avoiding each other’s gazes. It almost felt like old times again and for some reason you wanted to relish in it. Live as if nothing wrong had ever happened and that you two weren’t separated. The sound of forks scraping against plates and the sips of coffee was the only sound present in your home. You were surprised to see Ashton drinking something other than alcohol, but you weren’t going to voice your surprise out loud. Right now you wanted to avoid the drama. Alas the quiet moment ended all too soon by Ashton breaking the silence. 

“Y/N,” he whispered making your fork pause halfway towards your mouth and your gaze land on him. 

“Hm?” you mumbled, taking a bite out of the waffle and chewing slowly. Ashton rubbed at his facial hair and he looked down at his plate of food before meeting your gaze.

“I-um. I vaguely remember what occurred last night,” he said, “It’s showing up in my mind like jigsaw puzzles that I have to put together.” You could see his eyes cloud over in sadness, “One thing I do remember is making you cry,” he whispered. The image of your tears was clear as day in Ashton’s mind and it caused him pain to know that he was the reason for your tears. It was never his intention to hurt you. That was the last thing he wanted to do, but it happened more times than he could count and Ashton hated himself for that. You had stopped eating at his words and dropped your gaze. “I want to change for you, so I’ll do it-I’ll go to rehab and get sober for you,” he said. Ashton reached out to grab your hand and for some reason you didn’t pull away. “If I do this promise me that we’ll work it out? That you’ll stop wanting to divorce because I need you right here with me at all times. I won’t let go of you.” He looked at you hopefully and you chewed on your bottom lip as his words washed over you.

“The drinking stops and you’ll take some anger management classes?” you questioned, earning an eager nod from him. 

“I meant what I said last night. I still love you,” he repeated. You smiled at his words and then nodded.

“You get sober and I promise you we’ll work it out. No divorce,” you agreed, squeezing his hand in reassurance. Ashton grinned and the sides of his eyes crinkled in happiness. You had agreed which was all the motivation Ashton needed. He was going to change for the better and fix your marriage.

Talks Machina Highlights: Episode 94
  • Denise message: “MY WORDS ARE A SPELL I’M CASTING ON YOU ALL”
  • Everybody will be in next week’s ep for the continuation of Liam’s one-shot!
  • If Pike had been in the Nine Hells, Percy probably would’ve signed the contract secretly as opposed to up-front. She’s the only one who can actually evoke shame in them at this point.
  • Taliesin was planning the entire time to scry on Scanlan and has been trying to make an excuse to steal the Scrying Eye for weeks.
  • Pike’s moment with the earring, talking to Scanlan, was 100% improv.
  • Laura suspects Sam wouldn’t have been able to pull off Scanlan’s departure if Pike had been there. As it was, after the show went on break, Sam felt so bad that he ran over and gave a hug to everyone. If he’d made Pike cry, according to Laura: “he’d be UNFORGIVABLE.”
  • Taliesin semi-bullshitted the Grey Hunt stuff and Matt rolled with it. Taliesin gave him a ride to the airport the next day and they talked about how much they enjoyed how it worked out.
  • Laura points out that she’s the type of gamer who reloaded the game 20 times in ME3 to try to find a way to get a resolution that would be good for everyone when one didn’t exist, and she had that same sense of frustration when she got home after the game. She was really upset over the resolution of the Grey Hunt, but is feeling a bit better knowing it at least wasn’t failure.
  • Ashley and Travis both briefly thought the Grey Hunt was gonna be a weird proposal. Taliesin: “I feel like in our friends group the proposals have been getting more and more ridiculous. That would be the meta-continuation.”
  • Taliesin points out that Percy has a problem with abandonment and the whole thing with Scanlan is hitting his “really serious anger management issues.” Percy was hoping to get Vex’s vague permission/help over the Scanlan thing, and when it wasn’t forthcoming, he changed his plans to be less extreme. Percy’s also dealing with guilt over not feeling useful in the underwater fight, and is displacing that as anger over Scanlan not being there to mitigate that issue.
  • Pike’s got a lot of lingering resentment over Scanlan leaving.
  • Vex would’ve approached the Hunt differently if she’d known more about the creature ahead of time. Everyone decides that it probably killed a lot of small, cute woodland creatures when it threw the tree at Vex.
  • Percy’s most angry about Scanlan leaving the group and abandoning his responsibilities. Everyone else has to deal with the horrible shit going on, but he’s the one who gets to fall apart.
  • Ashley was disappointed not to be in the Hells—she was wondering if she might’ve had a permanent shift in her personality as a result of staying there. Ashley really struggled with playing Pike as a good character early in the home game.
  • Vex was at 10 HP at the end of the Hunt. Taliesin didn’t think there was a real chance of death there, because Matt’s great at building tests that are terribly difficult but not fatal, but was more worried that she was gonna fail. Laura: “God, I would’ve felt like a loser!”
  • Ashley and Laura have both kept themselves from watching the scene that was just Taliesin and Sam and Matt in the room.
  • The idea of leaving with Scanlan crossed Ashley’s mind when she watched the episode, but it’s tough to tell what would’ve happened if she’d been there, because so much of the show is in-the-moment.
  • Vex thinks of Whitestone as home, more than Greyskull.
  • Pike feels some guilt over Scanlan’s departure because of the pranking. “I never thought he would be mad at something like that, of all people.” Percy didn’t feel bad about it, because that’s not where Scanlan’s anger really came from. Pike still feels bad, knowing that.
  • Poor Brian has food poisoning and had to run off-set midway through the show. Ashley jumps in to take over. “Okay, Laura and Ashley. Uh. Me.”
  • Taliesin says Percy and Cassandra don’t really talk about personal things—she probably doesn’t know about Vex, although she suspects. They love each other and all, but they’re not a very warm family. “It’s cold and we live in a castle, for god’s sake.” Laura sums it up: “Cassandra is no Vax.” Percy and Cassandra weren’t super close as kids. “She was a brat.”
  • Brian judges Ashley for not coming up with a funnier excuse for his running off-screen.
  • Vex and Vax have been growing into their own people over the past few months, but Laura doesn’t know how Vex will deal with being in Whitestone without having Vax around, without the comfort of knowing the person she loves most is nearby.
  • Percy has come up with contingency plans for if the other party members go rogue. Brian: “Tell me about it.” Taliesin: “No. They’re in the room.”
  • Vex has an affinity for nature, and while she’s growing accustomed to Whitestone, she’s more comfortable not being around people, because it lets her keep from putting on an act.
  • Before Pike died, her hair was black (with a purple streak), and after she died, her hair turned white.
  • Ashley gets asked about Pike’s parents and grandparents, and there is a story there, but she refuses to answer in case it comes up in the game.
  • Someone asks about Percy breaking his "honesty streak.” Taliesin: “It’s not an honesty streak, it’s just a period of not being caught lying.” Laura: “People think [Percy]’s much better than he is.” 
  • Blurbs on the back of Tary’s book. Percy: “A fascinating addition to the Audubon chronicles of Emon.” Vex: “Don’t believe the lies.” Pike: “I enjoyed the artwork in particular. Great read, but the artwork is fantastic. By the late and great artist, Doty(e), someone whom we used to know.”

Talks Machine in the Dark:

  • If Pike had a companion along the lines of Trinket, it would be a baby snow owl.
  • Taliesin wants fanart of Strawberry Shortcake-esque little animal pets for all of them.
  • Taliesin hasn’t thought about what Grog’s title would entail. “Now that you’ve said it, I’m having thoughts, and they’re all ridiculous and a little mean.”
  • Favorite spells outside their class: all agree that Chromatic Spray is cool. Taliesin misses using Prestidigitation. Brian: “I don’t have that spell because I can’t pronounce it.”
  • Percy smells like sandalwood and gunpowder.
  • After a long debate over which character would win in a Survivor AU, they eventually decide everyone would survive and they’d all do just fine together.
  • Ashley and Laura have matching compass tattoos, along with two more of their friends—they each have a direction.
  • High-school superlatives. Pike: “Best legs.” Percy would have a series along the lines of “President of chess club, president of yearbook club. Most likely to help make the yearbook.”