let’s all imagine harry looking like this because he looked fine af in this suit.
rated ma (mostly smut)
Being the girlfriend of a CEO can be vexatious. It requires you putting up with your boyfriend’s moody attitude and traveling. He can be pretty oblivious at times due to the amount of work that consumes him. You’ve been dating for about a two years now and you practically live with him in his luxurious penthouse.
There are days where you’d feel off and he wouldn’t notice because of how tired he is and there are definitely days where his mood would be off but you’d notice because he makes it pretty obvious. Some days he’d have to cancel dinner or lunch dates because of a meeting or staying in the office too late which would make a hefty sigh blow past your lips. Other days, he might have to travel out of the state or country since his company is international and there’d be problems only he could fix by going there.
One of the most aggravating things would be when your boyfriend is stressed. His patience would be very thin and one would talk to him like they’re walking on thin ice that could break easily. He would shut people out and make them leave him alone due to frustration. Sometimes he would yell without noticing, his vein in his jaw protruding, his eyes blazing with anger as they would become a shade darker. His jaw would clench tightly, making the bone more prominent and sharp.
However, there are some people that Harry can be around when he is angry or stressed. Like you. You’d talk to Harry like he’s fragile china and he’d snap at you but calm down, apologizing for using such a rude tone because you would give him a stern glare. Other than his mother or sister, you don’t put up with Harry’s rude and annoyed demeanor either.
When he’s home, you’d see him screaming through the phone at one of his employees, his face red in anger, chest heaving slightly but as soon as he hangs up and looks at your face, it all disappears and he’d give you one of his warm smiles as if he wasn’t just screaming on through the phone. You’d actually found it quite comical if you’re honest. It’s like seeing Harry go from an angry lion to a cute little bunny within seconds.
Currently, you were in the elevator of his building, going up to his office to visit him. You had received a call from his assistant about how stressed he was and how he didn’t eat lunch yet which made you grunt because how many times have you told Harry to eat lunch on time? You knew that his assistant wouldn’t dare to ask him since he might just scream at her considering stressed he was, therefore, she called you because she knew you can get him to calm down and eat.
When you got up to his floor, a bag of lunch in hand, you walk out of the elevator and to his assistant’s desk. You greet her with a polite smile and receive a grateful one in return.
“Thank god you’re here!” His assistant sighs in relief, causing you to chuckle.
“How bad is it today?” You ask her even though you already know, considering he didn’t answer any of your calls or texts.
A bleak facial expression is etched on the assistant’s face, her tongue clicking against her teeth to make a hissing sound. “He yelled at four employees today and broke the small vase in his office.”
You purse your lips in wonder, looking towards his office door and you could hear him screaming through the phone. Your eyes go wide when you hear him say do you want me to fucking fire you? really loud and you look back at his assistant who ushers you towards the door with a knowing and hopeless look.
“Good luck,” you hear his assistant whisper, causing you to snort.
You open the door slowly, sticking your head in first to see what he was doing. You could see him facing away from you, sitting on his chair behind his desk as he holds a phone in his hand, staring out at the view of the city through the large window. He doesn’t hear you when you shut the door, his voice far too loud and angry, speaking through the phone.
You set the bag of food down on the coffee table where there is also a sofa set up and you cautiously walk towards him.
“No, dammit! S’not what I wanted! I told yeh that ‘ve been wanting t’ sign a contract with tha’ company fo’ a while now!” He seethes, gripping the phone in his large veiny hands tightly.
You stand behind him, your hands coming down to rest on both of his shoulders making him stiffen even more but quickly relax when he notices the promise ring he gave you, sitting on your finger and he turns his head to confirm it is you before looking back out at the view. You slightly massage his tense shoulders to calm him down as he talks on the phone, his voice not as angry as it was before but it was still angry.
You feel one of his hands come up to rest on yours to acknowledge you and you smile at the gesture, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He runs his thumb across your knuckles as you dig your thumb into the back of his neck with your other hand.
“Look,” he miffed, his tone condescending, “I don’ wanna have t’ come over there just ‘cos one o’ my employees screwed up and couldn’t do their job like they were told to. I cannot lose this contract and ‘f I do, I promise you, you won’t have a job startin’ tomorrow if yeh don’t fix this.” And without letting the person on the other end speak, he hangs up the phone, chucking it onto the floor and you click your tongue together at his anger. He doesn’t greet you, pinching his forehead together with his hand as he shuts his eyes, lips set into a firm line.
You roll your eyes but keep quiet, knowing that he’s irritated and needs to relax so you lean down to wrap your arms around his neck from behind, crossing over his chest. You feel him let out a sigh, intertwining his ring clad fingers with yours, silently.
You bring your lips to his neck, pressing soft kisses against it to unwind him from his angry state. You feel the skin move beneath your lips as he swallows thickly and you love how you still have this affect on him even while he was angry. You bring your lips below his ear, puckering it against the soft skin and you know how much it affects him considering that’s where he loves to be kissed.
“You okay, baby?” You whisper in his ear, scratching a hand across his chest of the area where his shirt is unbuttoned.
“‘m fine,” he mutters.
You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes at him, “Didn’t sound fine. I heard you broke a vase again.”
An annoyed sigh emits from Harry’s lips, “Who told yeh tha’? Told them not t’ tell yeh but they still do. Stupid fucking employees never listen to me an’ now ‘m gonna ‘ave to–” You don’t let him finish, interrupting his angry rant.
“Doesn’t matter who told me. You need to relax, sweetheart. This is like the fifth vase you broke. And you skipped eating again when I told you not to!” You move back from the chair when you feel him let go of your hand and spin his chair to face you properly.
His eyes scan your body, enjoying the view of you wearing a white sundress that reaches mid thigh. His green orbs linger on your cleavage that is visible from the criss cross at the chest. Your lips curve at the corner, knowing you’re already going to be a distraction from his anger.
“Was gonna eat once I finished yellin’ at this employee ‘f mine who can never do his fucking job right,” His voice goes from calm to bitter again, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. “Gave him a chance t’ prove himself an’ he screws up a deal with one o’ my most important clients an’ now ‘m gonna fucking fire him ‘f he doesn’t–” You interrupt his angry rant by moving forward to straddle either side of his waist on the chair, sitting on top of his lean thighs, your hands grabbing each side of his face while his hands grip your hips.
“Shh…” You stroke his hair, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes at the feeling, throwing his head back against the chair. “You’re not going to fire anyone. You’re just stressed yeah?” You cup his face again, leaning forward to kiss his slightly parted pink lips.
Harry hums, opening his eyes to gaze at you. His right hand moves down your hip slowly until he feels the smooth skin of your thigh. You feel him push the fabric of the dress up to slip his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, letting his fingers drag against the side teasingly.
You try not think too much about it, swallowing the small lump in your throat. You could feel your body become warmer, the area between your legs tingling with sensation. “Harry,” You clear your throat.
“Hm?” He responds, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss the exposed area of your skin through the criss cross ties at the top of your dress.
“You didn’t answer my calls,” You point out, your eyes shutting when you feel his tongue drag against the side of your neck.
“Told yeh I was angry,” He grunts, “Yellin’ at m’dumb employee.”
You sigh, tilting your head to the side as he kisses your neck, “I brought you food.” You say lamely even though that’s not what you want to think about right now. You notice how easily his mood has changed from angry to horny within seconds. If this was going to be a way for him to calm down, then you might as well get something out of it too.
“Mhm,” He hums in appreciation, “Thanks, love, but ‘ve got a taste fo’ something else right now.” He whispers, sending chills down your body and between your legs and you can feel the area dampen at his words and touch.
He drags his hand to the front of your panties, rubbing your clit over your panties and you instantly moan at the action, throwing your head back while gripping his shoulders so you don’t fall. You feel his nose drag up your neck, his mouth pressing hard kisses against the skin.
“Already so wet fo’ me hm? You’re soaking, princess,” He baits, sliding his fingers to feel the wetness. His fingers slide your panties aside, making you moan out loud when you feel his ring clad fingers drag up your dripping cunt. The tip of his fingers drag up your folds and you gasp, gripping his neck tightly when you feel yourself become unsteady. He teases his forefinger into your entrance, sliding only a little bit of out before sliding back out making you whine.
He chuckles hotly, bringing his other hand up to grip the back of your head and push you forward to press your lips against his in hunger. You feel your lips move in sync with his as you make out. He parts his lips to bring out his tongue and tease it against your lower lip and you open your mouth to grant access. He immediately shoves his tongue into your mouth, playing with your tongue as he fucks you with both of his ring clad fingers. You moan in his mouth when you feel his fingers go in deep, feeling his knuckles against your spongy walls.
You bite down on his bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him and you grip his hand from your head to bring it to one of your breasts. He runs his thumb of your nipple back and forth before going in circular motions, making you grip the hair at the back of his head tightly in your fists.
You feel some of your juices slip down your inner thighs while he thrusts his fingers into you at quick pace, the both of you breathing heavily. He rubs his thumb against your clit, emitting another moan from you which he quiets with a kiss.
You feel him pull his fingers out of you slowly, your wetness covering his fingers and sliding down his hand. He brings them out from underneath and your skirt and you watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth, liking his fingers to taste your sweetness. You watch him with a clenched jaw, your chest heaving at the sight. You press your lips against his roughly, wanting to taste yourself on his lips as you slide your tongue out of your to lick at his lips. He grips your ass in his hands, picking you up from his thighs and causing you to wrap your legs around his waist while you still kiss his lips.
You move your lips down from his mouth to the neck, sucking and biting at the skin on his neck. He locks his forearm around your hip, clearing every thing from his desk without a care before placing you down on it. You pull back to look at him with wide eyes but he only gives you a hot smirk before kissing your lips. His hands skim the bottom of your sundress, pulling it upwards to remove it from your body and you put your arms up, allowing him to drag it up your body. He carelessly throws it somewhere in the room.
His eyes darken when he notices you only wearing a pair of white lace panties which he also removes from you by having you lift your hips so he can slide them down your legs. You push his blazer off of him, your hands going for the buttons on his shirt. You press kisses down his chest with each removal of his button and he groans when you lick up his stomach. He fists your hair in his hand, pulling you back up to look at him.
He gazes you with lust filled eyes, the shade two times darker. “’m gonna fuck you.” He growls deeply.
You gulp at his tone, feeling your skin sweat at the rising temperature in the room.
“Someone might come,” You whisper against his lips, dragging your hands down his chest, to the waistband of his pants.
“Tha’ just makes it more exhilarating dunnit?” He responds back, kissing down your neck, sucking marks into your skin. You undo his belt slowly, pulling his slacks down while he drags his tongue up between your breastbone. He helps you pull his pants along with his boxers down his legs until it reaches his ankles.
You see his erection slap against his abdomen, the pink tip leaking with its pre cum. You drag your tongue across your lower lip at the sight of his cock. Harry’s hands push you back slightly to kiss at your breasts. You feel his tongue swirl on your peaked nipple, biting and sucking before giving it a kiss. You feel him do the same with the other breast and you throw head back, eyes shutting in pleasure at the feeling of his lips on your chest.
“Baby…” You moan, your mind and vision becoming blurry.
After giving attention to your breasts, he pulls back with blood red lips, his chest red and heaving for breathe. He looks at your pleased face, smiling cheekily when he notices your eyes on his cock.
“C’mon, I need to fuck yeh,” He breathes out, setting his hand on your lower back before shoving you against his chest.
You nod, kissing his lips again. Both of his hands grabbing to feel your thighs as he massages them in his hands. His eyes drag over your naked, sweat covered body that he couldn’t resits or go without touching.
“So perfect, love,” He coos. His caresses the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers dancing on them and towards your dripping pink core. You moan softly when you feel his two fingers part your folds again, pushing his fingers in afterwards. He parts his lips at the feeling of your wetness. He slowly pulls them out and brings them up to your lips. You stick out your tongue to suck on them, swirling your fingers around the digits and Harry’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down at the sight.
“Gonna take my cock like a good girl hm?” He asks, situating himself in front of you, pushing you flat on the desk while you whimper desperately at his words. “Are you baby? ‘m askin’ yeh a question.” He growls.
“Yes–fuck, yes please,” As soon as he got your reassurance, he spreads your thighs apart, making you sit up on his desk before moving forward. He grips his cock in his hand, teasing you with the head. He rubs your clit with the head of his cock and slides it down your slit, causing you to mewl out loud. You finally feel him at your entrance, his shaft finally deep inside of you. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head in reaction when he wastes no time picking up his pace and pounding into you mercilessly. You moan breathlessly as your skins made a connection together, his pubes tickling and brushing against your clit with each stroke, the sensation causing you to whine.
Harry groans, gripping the skin of your thighs and helping himself into you, hitting you with tight and long strokes. You weren’t able to comprehend a thing as your eyes flutter, blinking up at the ceiling. Harry was so stressed and horny that he immediately pulls you up, asking you to stand on your feet. He swiftly turns you around and bends you over his large desk, your chest skimming across the cold surface of his desk.
You giggle softly when he starts kissing at your neck, placings his hands on your back as he slips back inside of you.
“Doing so well, pet,” He breathes out.
You hear Harry hiss as he smacks your ass, holding onto your soft hips before thrusting hard and fast. You turn your cheek and place it flat against his desk, Harry taking your arms and pinning them behind you, his left hand holding the side of your waist, your back arching as he slows down, fucking you slow and deep so you can feel every inch of him within your body. You were able to feel every ridge of his cock and you must’ve moaned his name many times, seeming like that’s the only thing you could say at the moment.
He leans against your back, his teeth grazing your earlobe with heavy breaths, whispering dirty things in your ear.
“C’mon baby, push back on m’cock,” He mumbles, feeling you slam back instantly on his bottom half as he thrust forwards.
“Feels good huh?” He manages to ask.
You nod vigorously, gasping when he pulls out, feeling empty without him. He runs his hand through the waves of your hair, caressing your head softly. His forearm wraps around your waist as he pulls your body up from the desk to press against his chest. He sits down on the sofa which he carried you to before he sat you on him, pushing his length back into you, his body shuddering as he gave you open mouthed kisses on your arching back.
“Ride m’cock, princess, tha’s it,” He whimpers in your ear and you moan softly, moving your hips in figures of eights. His chest heaves against your back as he thrusts into you.
He turns your head to the side, grinning and biting your lip as he runs his hand through his hair, licking his lips as he watches you ride his cock. He watches you like a prey when he sees you pull your body up a little, slowing your pace teasingly. He becomes aggravated, picking up his pace again.
“Stop playing,” Harry grunts, pulling your head back so you could look at each other. His eyes are dark and he was out of breath and panting for her movement in desperation.
“Fuck me then,” You tease, leaning closer into his face. “Know you can.” And you kiss him roughly, gazing into his eyes and he looked like he wanted to wreck you and you wouldn’t mind at all. His hands hold your waist, almost clawing on it, holding you down further until he was balls deep in you. Your chest was burning at this point, him panting hard and you almost forgot your name for a second.
“‘m gonna fuck yeh so good,” He promises, bringing his around to palm your breast, fondling with it as his mouth latches onto your neck. “Gonna take it all?” He growls.
“Mhm, all,” You manage to breathe out. “Please,” You whine.
He complies with your wish by brutally thrusting up into you hard and fast which made you feel an unexplained amount of pleasure. His whole office was being echoed by the sound of your skins slapping and the wetness of your arousal dripping down both of your thighs. You arch your back, him still holding your hair as he pants against your back, moaning with his rough, raspy voice that you loved so much. You lean your head back to rest again his shoulder as he fucks you into oblivion.
You felt your body go weak as you were on the verge of your orgasm. Harry grunts behind you, the sounds that you were making setting him off as he repeatedly hits a certain spot into you. Your body was shaking at this point and you could’ve fallen off but but he pulled you close and slowed his pace, rolling his hips up, going deeper. You manage to bring your breathing down and you close your eyes, trying to focus but you felt so dizzy from his hard movements.
The sound of his phone starts ringing and you open your eyes to see another phone on the coffee table. Harry groans and you widen your eyes when you see him move his arm around you to grab the phone and answer it.
He continues to thrust up into you, placing his hands back on your hips while he holds the phone between his ear and shoulder, speaking through the phone, “Wha’ is it now?”
You wanted to protest because it didn’t seem right to fuck while he was speaking through the phone. You were already pissed with the fact that he had the nerve to even answer when you were fucking. But at the same time, he didn’t seem to care, multitasking between fucking his girlfriend and speaking to an employee on the phone.
“Keep going baby,” He grunts, biting his lip as he watches you. His lips lift up into a smirk when he goes a little faster, the sound of your skin clapping was getting louder. He hisses, leaning forward as he runs his hand down your chest, metal rings touching your clit and making you shudder. He rubs his fingers in circular motions, picking up his pace again as he rams up into you again.You accidentally let out a loud moan but he quickly slams his hand across your mouth, making you laugh a little while he narrows his eyes at you. I mean it was his fault for answering the phone in the first place.
“No, this isn’t a bad time,” He grunts and you rolls your eyes, “I want to know wha’ you’ve done to fix the problem. Have they agreed to signing the contract?” He manages to ask. You cry out into his hand when he taps your sensitive bud with is full hand, rubbing it as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. “Well ‘f yeh didn’t fix it then why the fuck did you call?” You slow him down, pulling yourself up until the tip of his cock was only inside and then you slam down onto him again, making him groan in surprise.
He didn’t even care as held you down on him, letting you whine and cry out, muffled by his hand as he snaps his hips up, grunting in your ear.
“I can’t come there right now ‘cos ‘ve got more things to worry about already an’ yeh couldn’t do one thing fo’ me,” He yells through the phone before asking you, “You gonna come baby?” Seriously, Harry, What the fuck.
You felt your heart thumping against your chest, legs quivering, feeling the pulse of his cock inside of you, notifying you that he was close to the edge too. You just wanted him to hang up the phone because this wasn’t the right time when you were about to reach orgasm.
You had enough of his talking, not in the mood for games as you reach behind you to grab the phone from between his ear. “He’ll call back later,” Is the only thing you say before hanging up.
Harry stares at you with disbelief because of what you just did. You pull yourself off of him, immediately feeling empty when you stand up and then sit down on your knees in front of him.“What the fuck, love? Tha’ was an important call.”
“Oh shut up,” You roll your eyes, staring at his glorious skin that was inked with art. Your hand cups his chin, making him look at you, his jaw slacking when your free hand grips his shaft and stroked your hand up and down, having a firm grip on it as you stare into his eyes. His raspberry pink lips part when your thumb runs over the tip, eliciting a moan. His green eyes look at you as if he’s helpless and at your mercy, pleading you to go faster. You grin at him, knowing that he just wants to wreck you.
His hand suddenly reaches to grab your throat, your other hand holding his wrist. Harry grins back before smacking your hand away and lifting you on top of him again, wanting to fuck you. His hand grabs the flesh of your ass, spanking it, sending a wave a pleasure up your spine.
“Wanna be bad huh?” He chuckles, your jaw clenching in annoyance.
He pulls your face closer to his, lips touching but not moving, just gliding across each other. He makes sure to hold you down on him, gliding his forearm around you hip to keep you still, gripping his cock and lifting you a bit until his cock is back inside of you, fucking into you at a fast and hard pace. You get choked up as you moan into each other’s mouths. You close your eyes, moving your hips back to go with his rhythm.
You rock back more, his hand still on your throat, gripping it firmly. You cry out and lean your head down into the crook his neck, feeling overwhelmed with everything. You felt your orgasm approach as your body starts to shake when he took a last, deep thrust into you, you clenching around him as you reach your climax.
“Fuck, baby,” He drags out breathlessly, pulling out of you and coming hard on your stomach. You ride out your orgasm on his thigh, Harry doing the same, thrusting hips slowly as his cum paints your stomach and core. You see him rest back against his sofa again, head leaning back as his chest heaves, breathing heavily.
“Tha’ was so good,” He moans, making you giggle against his neck which he laughs at. You kiss his neck slowly and sensually, your hands going to his hair to intertwine in his messy curls.
“Feel better?” You grin as you stare at each other for a second, you pecking him on the lips.
“Mhm,” He hums, kissing you back. “But don’t hang up the call next time.”
Your jaw is agape as you pull back, looking at him in disbelief, “You shouldn’t have answered the call in the first place!”
Harry shrugs, eyes lingering over your body. He brings his hand to your stomach, dragging his hand down your core that was covered with his cum. He lifts it up to your mouth and you part your lips to suck on his fingers. He parts his lips at the sight of you with his fingers in your mouth.
You swirl your tongue around the tips of his fingers, licking the cum clean of his fingers and swallowing the sweet and slightly bitter taste of him.
“’m glad you came,” He chuckles, pulling you towards him again to kiss your lips.
“Glad I came too,” You emphasize, literally and figuratively speaking.
He chuckles against your lips, wrapping his arms your body tightly while you straddle his waist, arms latched around his neck.
“Now eat!” You command with a stern look.
“Think ‘m full,” He teases and you smack his arm, blushing red.
“Love you, angel,” He mutters against your lips, gazing into your eyes with his that were filled with love and honesty.
“I love you too, bastard,” You both chuckle, kissing each other one last time before you lift yourself from his body to grab him the food from the table.
At least he’s not stressed anymore. Well, for now.
Pairing : Taehyung x Reader Genre : Fluff, smut, Hybrid!au Word count :
Warning : smut, demeaning names
“Yeah, that one is famous. Have fun with it.“
Taehyung seemed distracted with some coloring book you brought for him as he halfway nodded without a look at your direction. Lazily lying down on his side, the rug of the living room under him. His palm holding his head as one hand was mindfully coloring the drawing. His features were adorning a bored expression but you still assumed he was focused on what he was doing. The soft dim light of the lamp was bathing his face in an ethereal golden glow. With a smirk, you could not help but state, humming a little behind the counter.
“It seems you love that one.”
A teasing smile made its way to your lips as you took a deep breath, your hands busy with putting away the cutlery from the dishwasher. It was a nice cozy and quiet Friday evening among others. Your heart warmed up by the sole fact your dog hybrid ate all the food you prepared for him as your warm glance laid upon him. He was peering into your eyes from behind his long enthralling lashes, deep voice echoing around the living room.
“Yeah, I think these coloring books are fun. Truly, they are work of art, in a way.”
You cocked one brow at him as you put one clean plate on the counter, making your way to your dog busy with the coloring book you bought from the store on your way home the day before. A frown made its way to the silver-haired hybrid’s tan face as his contemplative eyes crossed yours.
“I guess that…”
The hybrid ended up his sentence in a whisper, his eyes flickering back to the page he was before busy coloring. He seemed absorbed by the coloring book as his hand roamed over the many color pencils. After all, you were best to know art bathed in his precise and creative being.
“Well, what do you mean by “famous?” These are strange looking characters. I mean…You don’t see people dressed like this everyday. Are they from the TV shows you talk about so much? Because if yes, I really wanna check that show. Their world must be truly interesting.”
Everybody was born with a soulmate. It was part of everyday life. There were shows dedicated to the meetings and ensuing romance and passion between soulmates but not every part of the situation was good. Once your soulmate was gone you didn’t get another one and living alone outcast you from society. Everyone lived in fear of the day the voice in their head would disappear forever.
You lived in fear of losing your soulmate. Watching your mother deteriorate into a barely surviving shell after your father was killed in a car crash left a streak of fear that chased off any loneliness. You dreaded the day you would meet the voice in your head because you knew once you fell you’d never manage to crawl back up.
Over the years you’d perfected tuning him out and lived a life like that of your best friend Minnie. She’d lost her soulmate at the tender age of eleven and had just gotten along with her life. Your voice was usually silent anyway, well it had been for over two decades until around six months ago when you’d started hearing a low gravelly voice commenting on your everyday life. It was unsettling to say the least, especially because it was so sweet. The temptation just solidified your resolve to avoid him at all costs. Losing him would kill you.
You were locking up the coffee shop you owned after a busy day. It was just down the street from the former Stark Tower and got a lot of tourist business. All those strange people who liked to sit outside and watch the doors hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the avengers. Personally you’d never seen the appeal but that may just be because in the battle of New York your cute little shop had been blown to pieces. You were allowed to have your bias though especially when you’d actually met Tony Stark once and the experience was less than pleasant.
He’d come into your shop a few months before he went missing and ordered everything on the menu just to spite his friend. When you and your girls had finally finished running around and getting all of his drinks set out on the counter he’d just smirked and raised a brow at his friend before throwing a wad of cash on the counter and strolling out empty handed. It wasn’t the arrogance that pissed you off, it was the disrespect towards you and your staff that made you swear you’d never serve him again. Apparently he’d changed but you were sceptical. A douche of that proportion would never change.
You set off walking to your apartment glancing around instinctively. It was still early evening but it was too quiet. Goosebumps raised along your arms and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Crossing your arms, you began to walk faster. Something didn’t feel right.
What’s wrong? His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You crossed your arms and marched on ahead determined to dismiss him and the silly notion that something was wrong.Look I’m sorry for whatever I did but I can feel your fear. If you’re in danger please just tell me. I can help. You snorted to yourself in derision. Who did he think he was? You didn’t need some knight in shining armor to save you from the chilly evenings of Manhattan. It’s a dangerous city doll. That didn’t change. You just carried on forward, at least until you saw someone move out of the corner of your eye. You grabbed the compact from your coat pocket pretending to check your makeup whilst looking behind you. A few men were stood talking together. Looking at you every now and then. This could not be happening. This sort of thing only happened to idiots who went out alone at night. You sighed with a scowl.
Shit. What? I think I’m being followed. Fuck. Where are you? You weighed the risks for a second then thought: I’m not telling you that, who the hell do you think you are? This is not the time for misplaced pride Y/N, please just tell me where you are.
Sweat gathered at your temples as you flitted between your choices. Put yourself at the risk of getting half of your soul torn away or see what what would happen if the creeps behind you caught up. It won’t be anything pleasant doll and I’ll have to hear it all through here. I can’t bear witness to you getting hurt. You looked behind you before you made your decision and saw one of them smile at you with full teeth. His eyes were dead.
You bit your lip as your resolve hardened further. I’m just passing Star-Avengers Tower. What?! Really? Go inside right now. Your brow furrowed at his tone but you ducked through the rotating doors anyway. All of the gimmick stores and odd shops were closed but you walked over to the cafe in the corner anyway and sat down on one of the uncomfortable metal chairs left out. The receptionist gave you a funny look but continued with her work. Figured, she must be used to a lot of weird shit happening around here. Oh, you have no idea.
You watched the windows to see if your stalkers would walk past but the streets were empty apart from the odd straggler getting into a cab. It was actually more unnerving having them out of sight.
Suddenly a large man in workout clothes vaulted over security and ran towards the doors. He was beautiful in a rugged sort of way and you couldn’t help but be transfixed by his long dark hair swaying with his movements. You didn’t even process the metal arm until he spun around and scanned the lobby. His eyes finally landed on you but you were staring at his arm. The place where it met his skin looked seared and painful. That must’ve been excruciating. It was. Your eyes snapped to his in shock.
“James!?” You shrieked in disbelief. He nodded and walked over to you with a strange sort of cat like grace. You noticed his footsteps made no noise. At all. “How-what-are you kidding me?” You sputtered. “What are you doing here?” You looked him over again “Dressed like that?”
He pulled up a chair and sat opposite you perfectly composed. “I live here doll.”
So it’s late and I’m quite tired but I really wanted to write this so…Yeah. Written in 7 minutes (in two part, like I started to wrote it late at night yesterday, finished this morning), by a very tired Ella (you know I’m tired when I’m referring to myself with the third person), I hope you’ll like it, especially you@homework-is-the-real-killer :
Warning : tiny bit TINY bit NSFW
Yes I know he’s more around 6′2″/6′3″ in the comics, changed it for a few reasons, the first one because I wanted the reader to really be average sized, cause I think it’s funny that they’d all call her “short” when she really isn’t HOWEVER I’ll write a story soon with his actual height and and actual really short reader, like around 5′0″ or under :-). Boom.
As soon as those words get out of his mouth, he regrets it. Oh and by the look on your face, he knows he’s right to…
-What did you say ?
The Batman is nervous. You made the Batman nervous, with your glare and the hint of danger in your eyes. You approach him. Him and his damn giant frame.
He’s not wrong, of course. You are miniature. At least compared to him. With his 6 foot 7, he’s towering quite high above you but…he’s not entirely right.
You can totally fight him, and oh you will.
You know you’re short.
Well…That’s not exactly true.
You know you’re short compared to your husband and sons.
Hell, even compared to Alfred. The butler was actually quite tall. You always had to twist your neck up to look at him in the eyes while talking to him.
Your height is actually average for a woman, but your husband is a damn giant, and your sons are too.
Bruce is over a good foot taller than you, and so is Jason. Dick is exactly 10 inches taller, and Tim around 7. But it’s really when your youngest son, Damian, your baby, your eleven years old little boy started to rise above you of almost 2 inches that you realized that…Well, yes.
In this family, you were a short one.
This spurred a few teasing, and some “you’re so cute my tiny mom/wife” but nothing more (mostly because your sons and husband were afraid of your sarcasm and wits), just nice little jokes that made you feel loved for your shortness…
But you had to admit that sometimes, them being so tall and you not being a supermodel sized woman…could make things a bit awkward.
You were thinking about that, sitting in the Manor’s library.
About how Bruce always had to bend down to kiss you, and you had to go on your tip toes to be able to reach when he bend down.
How when paparazzis were taking pictures sometimes you wouldn’t even be on it because they only had Bruce’s back and he was somehow shielding you with his massive frame (that, was a good thing)…
How even when you had high heels on, you still wouldn’t be tall enough.
warnings : a little smutty towards the end, upset reader.
summary : You and Jughead bonded over the fact you are both really sarcastic to your friends but when Jughead realizes he starting to like you(and having no clue what those feelings are at first) he starts to ignore you. Being really confused, You try and confront the aloof Jughead; only for things to get a bit heated between you two.
a/n : i decided to combine these two since i thought they would compliment each other! c:
requests are open
It had all started in freshmen year; you had sat right next to Jughead Jones. Of course you had known about him, who didn’t know about the infamous loner Jughead Jones the Third. But you never expected to become friends with him. You were the sarcastic duo, the two most people didn’t like only because they never knew if you two were serious or not. You had even surprised the male; considering how you were so nice to your family but to your friends you were an overly sarcastic person. You had only said “they are family; you can’t be mean to family.” and the two of just nodded slowly, smiling lightly at each other before continuing on with your family picnic.
♥ Well I did it, didn’t I? the week isn’t over and here is a new One Shot with Steve. I think there will be a sequel, what do you guys think? Please leave some feedback. If you found any mistakes tell me, I would love to correct them. Enjoy! Deutsche Version? Auf meiner Masterlist.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Reader wakes up horny there is only one thing to solve that problem.
Warnings: smut, dry humping (no penetration), PWP!
You layed in your big, warm and comfortable bed. Wrapped in your warm blankets and soft pillows next to you was no one else than Steve Rogers. It was dark as you opened your eyes, it was still in the middle of the night and a frustrated sound left your lips. It was the fourth time that you woke up that night and the reason why was the incredibly handsome Captain America, or rather the effect he had on you.
At the moment, you feel like a horny teenager without any self-control. You pressed your thighs together, hoping to suppress the rising need, between your legs. It didn’t worked! But could you be blamed for being horny? Steve Rogers was stunning and absolutely perfect. Every inch of his body looked likes it was was carved out of marmor and gave you all kinds of fantasies.
The super soldier had just returned from a two-week mission and was exhausted. As much as he liked to ‘celebrate’ his return with you, he was simply too tired to do any activities other than sleep, and that was the reason why you were so needy.
Two weeks without Steve were hard to bear and a girl has needs! Feverishly, you had waited for his return, and would had jumped his bones immediately as he walked trough the door , but he weren’t unfortunately not in the condition for that. And so you were awake now for the fourth time, needy and desperate with fairly wet panties, while Steve was sleeping soberly.
You thought for a while what you should do. A quick glance at the bright alarm clock showed you that it was three o'clock in the morning. You could get something to drink to distract you, or go and touch yourself in the bathroom quickly, but that would never have the same effect as when Steve touched you. Damn it! You were pretty much too horny now to have any decency or to restrained your needs! And Steve was better now, right? He had gotten some sleep and he has super soldier genes right?
You straighten up and sit down in Steve’s lap. Your knees to the right and left of his hips, bending forward to press your lips against the blonde’s neck as your hands crossed his naked chest. A satisfied smile stole at your lips as a moan left the super soldier’s lips and you could feel him getting hard under you. You bit onto your lip to resist the urge to grind shamelessly against him, for now at least! “Steve” you breathed into his ear while you pressed a kiss below his ear. “Steve” you began place kisses on his neck and start to gently suck on the sensitive skin. A groan left Steve’s lips and you felt his hands wrapped around your hips and he pressed you into his lap.“Hi Soldier” you muttered and loosened the lips from his neck to put them on his full ones. Your tongue asked for entrance, which Steve granted you immediately. His right hand layed on your neck and he pulled you closer to him as you broke the kiss, you felt that he was now completely hard and you could no longer resist the urge and started to grind your pussy over his boxershorts and sweatpants covered erection.
“Y/N” Steve drew a sharp breath and the grip on your hips strengthened as he helped you move rhythmically against him.You groaned as you felt the wonderful friction of the fabric and Steve’s cock rubbing on your clit.“Steve,” you could already feel that your were approaching your climax and the knot in your belly tightened.The movement of your hips became faster and irregular.Steve pushed his hips harder against yours “Fuck Steve” “Come Y/N, I know you’re close” Your fingers clawed in the fabric of Steve’s pants on his thighs.The blonde let a hand from your hips, wander up, under the cloth of your shirt and kneading one of your boobs.“Steve … oh God, Fuck … Steve” you groaned much louder than you had intended when you finally reached your climax and pushed your Steve with you over the edge.
Steve threw his head back into the pillow “Y/N"Your muscles were shaking as you slowly moved back and forth to ride out your orgasm.Exhausted, you rolled down from Steve, and pulled your panties from your legs and let them fall to the ground.Steve did the same and slipped out of his ruined boxershorts and reached for a few handkerchiefs beside the bed and wiped his cum away, then he threw them into the paper basket and pulled you back in his arms.
You put your head on his chest ” That was pretty hot,“ he said, kissing you on the hair. "I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist” “Oh Sweetheart no need to apologize, that was awesome. I love you” “I love you too, Steve"You cuddled up to him and closed your eyes and this time you found restful sleep.
Summary: You met Steve in one bar and two have a great night together.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: Drunk assholes, fuffly, and smut.
You never minded to do things alone, you actually enjoyed it a lot. Going to the movies or shopping was, even more, fun to you when you are alone because you were the one in control. But you are starting to thinking that coming to this bar alone wasn’t your best idea.
Since you arrived at the bar, this is the fourth guy who hit on you in one hour. The first guy insisted on paying for your drink and after you declined several times he went away, the second was nice when you said you weren’t interested he went away without questioning you. The third one was insistent but after hearing about your fake boyfriend he let you enjoy your drink alone.
The fourth asshole, Mike didn’t leave you alone. You told him that you weren’t interested, that you could pay for your own drinks and that you had a boyfriend but no, he wasn’t having any of it. “Come on baby, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know… I can show you a really good time.”
A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!
Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.
But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.
That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.
And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.
Though as time passed, the lines began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.
However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.
And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.
“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.
Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”
Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.
“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.
Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.
Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.
“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.
Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”
“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”
“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”
You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”
Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”
“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.
Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”
Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.
He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.
“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.
Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”
The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”
You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”
You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”
Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.
“Good! Now come on, I wanna go say hello to your mom.”
“Fine, I’m keeping the scarf though, I think the color suits me better.”
Parker x Reader As part of my request a prompt, 300 follower celebration.
@not-peterparker requested: 7,
53! Congrats btw! Prompts:“I can’t do this without you.” and “I’m crazy about you.”
Thank you for your request and for
following me! Ok, so you didn’t specify what you wanted, so I apologize if this
isn’t what you had in mind (in fact, I’m sure it won’t be,) but this is kind of
what fell out of my brain for those sentences. Words: 1.9K.
Peter is in his 20s. Peter and
reader have been together for a long time.
Warnings: This is a little gory. Or a lot. It’s a lot gory. Angsty fluff.
The tightly woven sheet of clouds
outside your window blanketed the sliver of a moon hanging high in the sky, offering none of its luminance to the city below,
making the already cold, rainy night seem even more dreary and off-putting in its
darkness; darkness that made it difficult to see him in your equally blackened
room. The masked form of him had practically fallen into your arms the moment
you’d slid the window of your shared bedroom open at the sound of his panicked knocking, the
entire weight of him supported by your chest; your back protesting the angle;
his wet, sticky arms around your neck as he slumped against you.
When the bridge of his nose found
the crook of your shoulder he released a soggy sigh into the skin there.
The dampness of his suit spread over
the front of you, your borrowed t-shirt quickly soaking through and warming your skin.
He groaned when you shifted, an arm pulling too tightly at his back to prevent him from sliding down your body, chests smashing together as you
tried your best to support his drooping, lethargic form. “Hey, c’mon,” you encouraged as you started
taking slow, measured steps towards your bed, his booted feet lagging and unintentionally
smashing against your bare toes. “Peter, hun, you’re really heavy.”
He nodded, the corrugated material
of his suit chaffing against your wet skin. You freed up an arm to pull his
mask off, his wet hair sticking to the insides, lifting as you freed the strands and flopping back down onto his
ears and forehead, dampened curls sticking to his skin as you dropped the
fabric to the ground at your feet.
“Pete?” you adjusted your arms
again, looping them underneath his, pulling his face from off of your shoulder,
his chin bouncing off of a bony collar, to get a better look at him, “Peter, what’s
wrong?” His hands hung limply at his sides, cascading pitifully over the tops
of your own. When his eyes met yours, you were startled by how utterly exhausted
he looked; the darkness in the room accentuating the bruised coloration beneath dull
brown. It was the color of his skin that bothered you most, or really, the lack
of; so pale that his skin was nearly glowing, rain water and sweat glistening,
his clamminess casting its own ghastly light.
You furrowed your brows, voice
escaping you in a whisper, “Peter?”
by: mldrgrl Rating: PG Summary: For @thexxit and the rest of your demands for something fluffy
The redhead is here again tonight. I used to think she lived here, but the others tell me she doesn’t live here. I’m not so sure about that. I mean, she’s here an awful lot. I’m new, but I wasn’t born yesterday. She doesn’t come with a suitcase or bag, and she’s here all hours of the day and night, so I think she must live here at least some of the time.
By my estimate, I’ve been here a week, and the redhead has been been here most nights. She must leave after I’ve gone to sleep though, because she’s never been here for breakfast. I still think she lives here, though. Maybe she eats somewhere else. Maybe there’s another way out I don’t know about. It’s kind of hard to tell.
I like it here. It’s a lot nicer than my other place. At the old place I had about fifty roommates. Here, I only have four. It’s nice and calm. The others tell me about things I’ve missed and how different it used to be. They say it’s much nicer now. They tell me stories about loud arguments and guns and glass breaking. A lot of it sounds suspicious to me and I think they’re just trying to scare the new guy.
So, the redhead and the tall guy are watching that golf movie again, though why he even bothered to turn on the TV is beyond me. There’s not even any popcorn or beer this time, so it’s not like he’s trying to keep the pretense anymore. It was so obvious by the way they kept looking at each other and brushing their hands together in the popcorn bowl that they were never interested in the movie to begin with.
The redhead keeps laughing - she laughs a lot when she’s here and the others tell me that’s new too. Again, I think they’re just messing with me because I can’t imagine her unhappy, but that’s what they tell me. She laughs whenever he kisses her and he laughs back and they both look very happy all the time.
Just as I said, I don’t know why he bothered with the TV. That gopher hasn’t even finished dancing yet and he’s already got her under him on the couch. She’s laughing and her legs are wrapped around his hips. She pulls his t-shirt off and he sits up and unbuttons her blouse, but that’s all I see before he picks her up and carries her out of the room. In the shadow by his bedroom door I catch a glimpse of her ankles crossed at the small of his back and their laughter when he bumps into the wall, but then they disappear and I settle in to watch the golf movie for at least the fourth time.
I manage to stay awake for the whole thing and the screen goes blue and then snowy after it ends. It’s quiet and the sound of bubbles starts to lull me to sleep, but then suddenly she’s back. I watch her pick the t-shirt up from the floor and slip it on - I guess that’s why she doesn’t need a suitcase, she can wear his clothes if she has to. She pulls the collar up to her nose and breathes deeply before she crosses the room and turns off the TV and then it’s dark, save for the blue glow from my place.
She comes over to my corner and the others are sleeping, but I swim up to get a better look at her. She’s pretty and she seems nice. She leans down and her blue eyes meet mine as she smiles. I get a little embarrassed and swish my tail around, but I blow her a kiss to be friendly.
“Hey there,” she whispers, touching her finger gently against the tank.
I swim closer and flutter my fin against the glass. Just then, he comes up behind her and she smiles again as he wraps his arms around her and slides his hands up her, or rather his, shirt.
“Thought you were asleep,” she says. “Who’s this guy?”
“That’s Gary,” he says, his lips puckering against her shoulder like he’s blowing her kisses too, but there are no bubbles in the outside place.
“When’d you get him?”
“Like a week ago. Last Saturday.”
“Last Saturday?” She leans to the side a little to look up at him. “How come I didn’t notice?”
His hands move at her chest under the shirt and he smirks at her when her eyes droop and she squirms. “We’ve been a little busy,” he says.
“Will you stay tonight?”
“Mulder, you know…”
“I don’t know anything except that you should stay. I want you to stay, Scully. Please.”
She turns around, presses herself against him and wraps her arms around his neck. He crosses his arms across her back and closes his eyes as they sway back and forth for a long time. Then, she steps away and holds her hand out to him. She looks back at me and touches her finger to the glass again.
“Night, Gary,” she says, and she takes him back to the room beyond the door.
So, I’ve learned two things tonight. One, I guess she really doesn’t live here. And two, my name is Gary!