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blind dates are lame- h.s imagine

Originally posted by thedailystyles

“When was the last time you went on a proper date?” Jeff asked Harry. The two of them were sitting across the room from another tossing a hacky sack to each other.

Harry caught the sack and stopped to think for a little bit, “Mmm. I think the last time was back in December.” He threw the sack back over to Jeff.

Jeff sat up on the couch with wide eyes. “Mate! That’s over six months!” Harry laughed while getting up and heading over to the kitchen, “It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ve just haven’t been interested.

Jeff followed his friend and sat on the counter. “Well now’s the perfect time to start dating. You’ve finished your album. You don’t start tour for a couple of months. You can give your right hand a bit of a break.”

“My right han-..” Harry glanced down. “Oh. Yeah. My right hand.”

Jeff laughed and hopped off the counter and grabbed the water bottle Harry had in his hand. “Listen, I know the perfect girl. Met her down at the bookstore. Her name’s Y/N. Really down to earth kind of girl. Reckon you guys will get along great.”

Harry looked at Jeff with a worried look on his face. “I didn’t know you knew how to read.”

Jeff glared at Harry while Harry laughed softly, “Mate, I’m just not interested in dating right now. Wanna focus on the album. Wanna focus on the tour.”

“Yeah but one date wouldn’t hurt would it? I’ll visit her tomorrow. Tell her you’re interested.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck while leaning against the kitchen island. “I don’t know. Blind dates are kind of..lame aren’t they?”

“Yeah but you’re lame yourself so why not?”

“Oi!”


The bell ringing against the door caused you to look up from the book you were reading behind the cash register. “Hey Jeff! Need to pick up some more journals?” You smiled at your new friend. While Jeff was in town, Harry texted him and asked if he could bring more empty journals. Harry claims he was in the “writing mood.” With a huff of annoyance, Jeff eventually agreed and found a family owned bookstore not to far from where he was. He went in and met Y/N who was honestly a breath of fresh air. She was sweet and charming. She was everything Harry needed in a girl.

“Hey Y/N! No, I’m fine. I came in to talk to you actually.” Jeff connected his hands together and placed them on the counter, as if he was in some kind of business deal.

Y/N dog eared the page she was reading and squinted her eyes slightly at Jeff. “What do you want?”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jeff sighed. Y/N laughed and crossed her arms and looked at the tall man in front of her.

Jeff gave her a smile and opened his mouth and then closed it. Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N”…

“Get on with it!” Y/N chuckled.

Jeff chuckled himself, “Alright! Alright. How would you feel about going on a date with this guy I know? Really nice. Sweet. Easy on the eyes…”

Y/N placed her hand on her chin and pretended to ponder about the idea of being set up. “Pass.”

Jeff clapped his hands together, “Great! He can pick you up at your place or you guys could meet- Wait. Pass? Why not!”

Y/N walked out from behind the counter and picked up a pile of books that needed to be put away. “I don’t know. The idea of a blind date seems kind of lame.” Jeff quickly followed her and grabbed the books from her arms. “Why does everyone think it’s so lame! You’re lame!” Y/N gave Jeff a look as she put a book onto the shelf. Jeff gave her a sheepish smile, “Sorry that was crude of me. What I mean to say is it’s not lame! I find it rather cute. And what if you guys end up getting married. You can say ‘My dearest friend, the noblest man I know, the most handsome guy that walked on this Earth; set me and your father up’ to your children.” Jeff was shaking his head while staring into the distance, thinking about how much of a hero he’ll look to everyone for setting up the perfect couple.

Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Jeff’s face, “Jeff!”

Jeff quickly came back to Earth and looked at Y/N, “So what do you say?”

Y/N sighed while grabbing the books he was holding back into her arms. “I-..”

“Great! I’ll text you the details!” Jeff shouted while running out of the store before you could object.


Y/N was sitting at the bar of the hotel lobby Jeff texted you to meet Harry at. Being put on a blind date by someone you just met and didn’t even know the last name of required a little alcohol help.

“Gin and tonic, please” a voice called out to the bartender. The stranger sighed and ran his hair through his hair.

You chuckled softly while staring at your wine glass. “Rough night?”

The stranger and looked down at the rings on his hands, “I uh. I don’t know yet. Maybe.”

And on que the both of you looked at each other properly. Harry gasped. You were surely the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Your eyes were instantly wide. Harry Styles was the beautiful man you were going on a date with. Surely he was just in the neighborhood. 

Suddenly Harry felt like he needed to explain his every move to you. “I uh..I’m just waiting for my blind date to arrive but I’m a bit nervous.”

Y/N chuckled at Harry’s words. “Are you Harry?” You quickly scolded yourself in your head and blushed. Of course he was. 

Harry laughed at your mental face palm look on your face and nodded. “Are you, Y/N?”

You gave Harry a small smile and nodded, “I am.”

Harry quickly gave himself a high-five in his head for getting to spend the privilege of getting to be on a date with someone as beautiful as you.

The bartender came over and placed Harry’s drink in front of him. Harry gave him a quick thank you and proceeded to look at you. He smiled and placed his hand out towards the restaurant on the other side of the hotel. “Should we get this blind date started?”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “We shall.” You picked up your things and stood up.

Harry gestured you to go first, “After you.”

As you started to walk away, Harry quickly took his drink and gulped it down. He hissed at the burning alcohol and jogged after you.


You threw your head back in laughter and held your stomach while Harry was laughing pretty loudly himself. “How did you not notice you had a brown stair on your white pants!” You managed to get out in between laughs.

Harry held his hands out in defense, “I thought everyone was staring because they wanted to talk to me! And! I thought they were thinking ‘Wow. How stylish of him to wear those white pants!’”

Y/N finally settled down and wiped a tear from her eyes from laughing so much, “Well it’s good to know my date has such high confidence in himself.”

Harry looked down at his empty plate and chuckled softly, “It is.”

You gave him a smile to which he returned. Suddenly your waiter walked up to you guys, interrupting you guys from admiring one another. “Was there anything else I can do for you guys?”

Harry quickly gave him his credit card. “Go ahead and charge it.” You quickly tried to grab your wallet from your purse, “Here let me.”

Harry shook his head at you. “It’s fine, Y/N.” He then gave a nod to the waiter.

“Harry, you didn’t even look at the bill. Let me at least help.” You said while taking out your credit card. Harry reached over and grabbed your hand, “I got it, love.” Your heart melted at the pet name and both yours and Harry’s hands tinged from one another.

Not wanting the date to end, you and Harry decided to walk to your apartment that was about two blocks away. The whole time getting to know each other more and telling each other incredibly funny stories. Finally the two of you ended up at the front of your door. You turned and looked at Harry who was already smiling down at you. “I had a great time, Harry.”

Harry nodded his head, “I did too.” The two of you started leaning in when Harry was the one that finally brought his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around your neck. When the both of you pulled away, Harry rested his forehead against yours. “I usually don’t have the first kiss until the third date..” You whispered. Harry smiled, “Guess we’ll have to have another date then. You smiled and nodded, this time you were the one to kiss him first.

With one last kiss and the promise of another date, Harry left and you walked into your apartment. Both of you had the same smile and the same thought in your head, “Have to thank Jeff for that.”

Maybe blind dates weren’t that lame after all.



thank you guys so much for reading! let me know what you guys think! requests are always welcomed!

*that beaut of a gif is sadly not mine!

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AU where:

Yuri is an angsty hippie in the 60s.
Otabek is his boyfriend who was drafted to Vietnam during the war. Yuri spends his days at protests, smoking weed and angrily waving his fists as curses fly from his mouth. When suddenly, a hand grabs his arm and catches his attention.

“Is that a way to properly greet a soldier?” Otabek asks, eyebrow raised and a small playful tone in his voice.
Yuri is shocked and thrilled at the same time.

“C'mere, give Sergeant Altin a kiss.”

anonymous asked:

OK SO if laura comes back and she's derek's alpha, does that mean she takes in erica and boyd? who all is in her pack? does she fight scott over stiles and yell at him for taking the spark for granted??????

“Wait, my what now?” Stiles asks, blinking.

“Your spark. Shit. Derek, you didn’t tell him?” Laura smacks Derek across the back of the head.

Tell me what.” 

That’s you’re basically Beacon Hills’ own Harry Potter?” Laura raises an eyebrow, a scary imitation of her brother. Or, as Stiles is beginning to realise, not an imitation at all. She’s the fucking original. He’s kind of in awe. Next to her, Derek raises an eyebrow too and looks….kind of adorable, really. Like he’s copying his favourite super hero or something. 

Wait. Back up. 

I have magic? Like, real life magic?” He turns to look at Scott who…of course, isn’t listening to the conversation, too busy making heart eyes at - Isaac? - from across the room. Stiles frowns, surprised, until he realises Kira is making the same heart eyes at Allison and Allison is making them back.

Jesus, and he thought bringing everyone back from the dead was going to be the complicated part.   

Erica barks a laugh from her place on the sofa and adjusts the flower crown she just finished making on Boyd’s head. “Yer a wizard, Stiles,” she says, waggling her eyebrows. Stiles refuses to find it endearing, especially when Boyd smiles softly at her and, out of the corner of his eye, he catches Derek smiling too. He definitely does not find Derek being happy that his (well, technically now Laura’s) pack is happy the least bit heart warming. 

His heart is definitely not warm. 

“So, what, does this mean I can ride a broom?” he asks, grinning, trying desperately to distract himself from the fact his heart is, indeed, warm. 

Fuck.

“No,” Laura says, tone flat, “but my brother might have something you can ride.” She winks and Derek’s ears turn bright red.

Stiles chokes and Erica holds out her hand for a high five, which Laura accepts. 

I hate you all,” Derek mutters, just as Stiles yells the same thing, accidentally knocking over a lamp in the process. He hopes it wasn’t a Hale heirloom. 

“It wasn’t,” Derek says and they stare at each other, taking turns swallowing nervously. That is until someone coos, causing Derek’s cheeks to take on a similar colour to his ears. 

It’s the most adorable thing Stiles has ever seen and he can’t help it - he crosses the room, tired of waiting. Tired of denying. Dignity be damned.  

Opera

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Requested?: Yep! Taylor requested this quite a while ago and I finally finished it! (you dug your own grave, twin)

Prompt: “This is my official request for you to write a fic based on those tags.” aka Lin takes you out to the Opera for date night but, he looks ridiculously good in a tuxedo and it’s all you can think about.

Warnings: public sex, biting, unprotected sex, Lin in a suit

Words: 2.9k+ (literally like 20 words from 3,000; holy shit)

A/N: Welp, my first Lin imagine and it is smut. Oh well! Thank you again to @helplesslylins , @diggs4life and @tempfixeliza for reading this damn thing like 3 times and encouraging me to post! Enjoy it you sinners!

Tags: @linsnavi  @alexanderhamllton @secretschuylersister @fragmentofmymind

Originally posted by yayhamletnonstop


It was one of those rare times when Lin was not running from country to country working on projects. He was there when you woke up in the morning and actually listened when you asked him to stay in bed for a few more minutes. You learned to cherish these times and take advantage of it, so when you suggested a “night on the town” Lin was on a mission to find the best thing out there.

“Do you mean casual dress? Or an all out black tie affair?” Lin asked, looking up from his computer as you entered the bedroom.

“Uh, well, black tie! It’s been awhile since we got all fancy.” You replied after some thought, laying next to him and raising a brow as he quickly minimized his window.

“It’s a surprise.” He stressed, kissing your forehead. “Don’t give me that lip.”

You sighed, getting off the bed and heading to the door.

“Fine, fine! Get to planning, I expect to be dazzled!”

And a week later, Lin told you to clear your schedule for Friday night.

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Night Moves (Part 4)

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: This one was a fast write but tons of fun to come up with!…


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BTS REACTION

Rap Monster: He would explain his band members how you were so beautiful when you two had sex only because he wanted to boast about how amazing you were. He didn’t expect you to walk in in the middle of explaining. “She literally just beams when we do it. Like literally glows and-” he would be cut off by V who covered his mouth and pointed in your direction. You ran out of the room, face redder than a tomato, Namjoon following you. “How could you tell them that!” You would yell. “I can never show my face in there again oh my god.” 

“I’m sorry,” he would laugh. “But you really are beautiful. I won’t talk about it again though I promise.” 

Suga: You would walk in on him telling Jimin about your ‘wild night’ last night and immediately just go bright red. Jimin, being Jimin, would also go red and start giggling to himself which would confuse Yoongi. He turned around to see you and would just start laughing. “Uh babe,” you would stutter. “Wh-What you talking about?” He would pull you close to him and kiss your cheek gently, letting you sit on his lap as he hugged you from behind. 

“Just telling ChimChim here about the best night of my life.” 

Jin: You decided to surprise the boys with food while they were recording in the studio that day, just wanting to be a good girlfriend to Jin and help the boys out. When you got there, you didn’t really expect to hear Jin telling them about how you guys had a special night the night before and that’s why he was so tiring. J-Hope was the first to spot you and would just burst out laughing. Jin turned around and went wide eyed. “Oh h-hey babe. How long h-have you been standing there?” “Long enough to know that you aren’t getting any of this food.” 

“Babe, no. I’m sorry! They asked me! YOU KNOW THIS IS MY FAVORITE FOOD!” 

J-Hope: You walked in on him facetiming Namjoon since he was on vacation, you knew he was talking to him but you also wanted to check on him. You happened to walk in on the worst part. “No RM you don’t understand her boobs are-” He snapped his head around to see you glaring at him. “Y/N wh-what’s up?” You walked over and waved to Namjoon before slamming his laptop screen shut. 

“I’m in trouble aren’t I?” he laughed nervously. 

Taehyung: Taehyung had invited you over for game night with the boys and usually you didn’t like to intrude on guys night but you missed seeing them so you decided to make an appearance. When you got there, you didn’t really get too involved, you were just happy to be there with them. They were talking about sexual experiences that had and when it came to Taehyung he talked about how he got it on with “this girl” when everyone knew it was you. You gripped his thigh, making him whip his head around. “How do you know I was talking about you?” he questioned. “Tae I’m then only girl you’ve been with for the past two years, I know it’s me.” You got up and walked out of the room. 

“I’m sorry but it’s my favorite moment. I had to tell them.” 

Jimin: Jimin was really shy about talking about it at first but the boys were hiping him up so he decided to just go with it. He would tell them about how you screamed really loud or how you gripped his hair really tight. You could hear him talking about the whole thing from the room next to you. You sent Jimin a text, saying you could hear him and you heard the door open almost seconds after. 

“Y/n I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! They asked and I don’t know oh man. I’m sorry…” He went quiet before raising an eyebrow. “But I mean… You are hot though…” 

Jungkook: He was pretty excited about telling the boys about his first time. It was a special moment for both him and you so when you walked in on him telling the boys, you felt like it wasn’t as special to him as it was to you. He turned around and noticed that you had a fallen tear which would break his heart. He ran after you, grabbing your arm only to have you pull away. “Was it not special to you? Did it mean nothing?” “What? Y/n no of course it meant something to me! It was the best moment of my life.” “Then why did you tell the boys?” He would pull you into his arms and kiss your forehead. 

“It was so special for me. I’m sorry if it made you feel like it wasn’t. I love you with all my heart.” 

anonymous asked:

1,18,&19????

1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.”

a/n: whoop whoop some college shawn comin @ ya


“So, uh, what’s been going on with you and Y/n?” Brian asks Shawn from across the pingpong table. The boys were never ones to get deep or gush like girls, but after the way Shawn had been attached at the him to you lately, someone had to ask him about it. 

“Nothin’ man, she’s just really cool and funny.” Shawn brushes off, smacking the ball back to Brian, but missing the table completely. 

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, man.” Brian teases. 


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lostinafictionaluniverse  asked:

I have this mighty need to see my headcanon realized of Juggie in a Serpent jacket riding a bike with Betty in hot pants behind him and I need Betty to be doing naughty things to him while he's trying hard not to crash into something or stop and take her right there - please, please, please with cherries on top, just thinking about it is making me combust, I'm sure your writing will destroy me (in a good way)

First of all this is not a safe way to ride a motorcycle, kids. They were wearing helmets in the first draft of this but this is fiction and there’s nothing sexy about a helmet, especially one that obstructs mouths. So yeah, willing suspension of disbelief and all that. Oh, also the move that Betty pulls here is inspired by a scene in Grease 2 which, while a terrible movie, is pretty great.
And shout out to the gals on the Bughead group chat for pointing out that there was a lack of, um, reciprocation from Betty in the fics that they’d read - Juggie deserves a little attention too so that’s what you’re getting.
Warning: Bughead smut is literally all that awaits you below. Slight au I guess because everything is good with Serpent!Juggie.


“Don’t you think that’s a little impractical to be wearing on the back of a motorcycle?” Jughead smirked, leaning against the bike as he watched Betty emerge from behind her front door. She smiled sweetly, mischief flitting across her green eyes before he could catch it, grey low-tops bounding down the Cooper’s porch steps.

Her hair fell about her face in free, golden waves, shoulders covered in a dark denim jacket, and loose fitting white shirt underneath. But what he couldn’t tear his eyes away from was the flowing, crimson skirt billowing around her thighs as she moved - more specifically the length of it, or lack thereof.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, widening her eyes in false innocence as she reached him, fingers coming up to play with the zipper on his Serpent’s jacket. His hands crept down her sides, pulling her closer by the backs of her smooth, tanned thighs as the pads of his fingers came to rest there, drifting over the skin with light, teasing brushes. She shivered in his embrace, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Jughead followed the dusty blush that made it’s way over her cheeks, down her neck, across her chest, with eager eyes, fingers digging tighter into her skin. “It seems just right to me.”

It seemed that he’d gotten playful Betty today; a welcome gift, he thought as he leant forwards to capture her lips in a languid kiss. The laziness of the movement matched the pace of their summer days, spent wrapped around one another without rush or obligation as they explored the town that had become something entirely new over the past few months. Their skin was permanently warm and flushed with the high sun, eyes glazed and distant as they got high on the taste of each other’s lips, on a new found freedom.

Betty’s fingers roamed over Jughead’s back, nails clutching at the snake embroidered across his broad shoulder blades. It would never be entirely welcome, but it had become familiar. Betty couldn’t deny the shift she’d seen in her boyfriend’s demeanour - the purposeful way he walked, the lightness in his shoulders, the bags beneath his eyes lessening in their depth over time. He felt protected for the first time in years, and try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to resent it.

“Your mom is gonna see us,” Jughead murmured against her lips as he pulled back an inch, running his tongue teasingly across her swollen mouth. A sigh escaped her, eyelids fluttering open to stare at his amused features.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she shrugged, completely unconcerned with anything other than the feeling of his hands inching higher. She locked her arms around his neck, to steady herself if nothing more. “Where are we going today?” she asked, forehead coming to rest against his, dark curls tickling her cheek.

“It’s a surprise.” He smiled at her eye roll.

“You always say that,” she chastised, pushing out her lower lip in an adorable pout. He couldn’t resist pulling it between his teeth, breathing in her gasp.

“Maybe I enjoy surprising you,” he replied as Betty blushed, body rolling into his. “Come on.” He stood, catching her as she stumbled back a few unsteady steps, pressing his lips together to suppress a laugh. She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing that he relished the reactions her body had because of his touch. But she’d learnt that two could most definitely play at that game.

Jughead held out his hand to her from where he already sat, perched on the edge of the seat. She took it, eyes locking purposefully with his as she strode closer before swinging her leg over the vehicle. Her arms wound round his waist, fisting in the light material of his t-shirt, bare knees clenching on either side of his hips. Betty shuffled forwards, making sure there was not an inch of space between his back and her front. Jughead raised an eyebrow even though she wouldn’t see, tilting his head over his shoulder minutely.

“Comfortable, Betts?” he asked, amused by her antics. She squirmed once more, chest pushing purposefully between his shoulders.

“Good to go,” she replied casually. He grinned, shaking his head briefly before revving the engine and speeding down the street.

The uncertainty of the bike had terrified Betty at first, knuckles turning as white as her face as she clung to Jughead for dear life during their journeys. But it had been weeks, months even, since they’d begun these private excursions, and Betty now felt nothing but freedom as the wind whipped across her exposed skin.

She peered round them excitedly as they headed towards the town’s border, signs of suburban life becoming more and more distant as they flew past. The land flattened out, filling with flowers instead of picket fences as they raced closer to their destination. She knew how much Jughead loved to ride, that it gave him control like nothing else he’d experienced. The vehicle responded to his every touch, to every small tilt and dip of his body - he played it like a master. As much as Betty liked to see Jughead in control, she also liked to see him relinquish it.

The open road made her feel as if they were the only two left in the world as she flattened her palms against his stomach, hair whipping behind her. She bit her lip coyly as she felt the muscles there flex beneath her wandering fingertips, drawing small circles over the fabric. She could feel his voice vibrate through his body as he no doubt called her name in question, but she couldn’t hear him over the whirring of the engine and the wind in her ears. The sensation went straight to fuel the growing warmth between her thighs, making her tilt her hips in an effort to find some friction against the rough denim of his jeans.

Her hands crept lower, flushed cheeks hidden against his shoulder, pushing the material out of the way to drag her nails over the ridges of his abdomen, so much more pronounced than anyone but her knew. Her fingers danced across the lean expanse before moving to brush down the sparse trail of dark hair disappearing below the waistband of his jeans. A shudder coursed through his body, Betty grinning as she stretched to look over his shoulder, relishing in the way he was white-knuckling the handlebars. He was clinging to composure, every slip feeding her desire to push him further to towards the edge. The tips of her fingers dipped below his belt, their path swerving slightly with the movement, before she withdrew her hand, resting in on the inside of his thigh instead.

Her leg came up, wrapping it over his lap and letting her heel push against the inside seam of his pants. Jughead could feel her heart pounding in a frenzied rhythm against his back, out of time with his own but just as forceful. He was certain he could feel every drop of blood flowing through his veins, flooding southwards, as she delicately massaged his inner thigh, nails catching on the seam now and then, sneaking higher and higher with every motion, still too far from where he needed her. He was hard before he’d even had time to blink, the lack of cover around them sending appreciative tingles throughout his entire body as she dared to take them further. He shifted, trying to relieve some of the pressure between his legs. His movements caused her legs to tighten round him, hips rolling forwards as a rush of wetness soaked her panties. Jughead felt her hum around a moan, the feeling only causing his member to strain uncomfortably against the suffocating zipper of his pants.

She brushed the bulge, finally, with the briefest of touches. Jughead couldn’t stop his hips from bucking into her hand, aching for something to release the tension. The bike wobbled precariously as the heel of her palm was suddenly giving him everything he needed. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to refocus on the tarmac stretching before them. He was completely at her mercy, coil tightening in the pit of his stomach as she worked her hands across his lap. Jughead could feel the desperation rising, wanting to push closer, pull away, remove the the thick layers of fabric between his skin and hers, all at once. His legs were quivering in anticipation, teeth digging into his lower lip as he tried to focus on everything but her persistent fingers, dragging him towards release.

Jughead started as he felt her head ducking beneath his outstretched arm, lifting it in confusion. Betty gripped his shoulder, anchoring herself to him as she pushed her weight around until she was firmly planted on his lap. She locked her ankles at the small of his back, her dark, lust blown pupils meeting his and finding nothing but want etched there. His reactions had made her bold, forgetting the speed at which the ground was racing past them. She was driven only by the ache pulsating between her dampened thighs, her wanton desire to feel the hardness between Jughead’s legs pressing into her core taking full control of her body.

Betty ducked her head to his neck, brushing along the tight tendons there with her nose before peppering kisses across the smooth skin. She felt the bike swerve once more as she grazed her teeth against his pulse point, licking over the spot with her soft tongue before latching her mouth onto the skin and sucking. She smiled against him as she felt his hard-on twitch beneath her, hips grinding down in automatic response. The groan rolling up his throat vibrated against her lips as she continued her sweet torture, circling relentlessly, picking up speed with every passing second.

Jughead hit a dip in the road, sending Betty bouncing against his lap. He felt her moan against him, hot breath fanning over the saliva she’d left along with another mark, a purple bruise for him to run his fingers over in absent memory in the rare moments she wasn’t with him. The action had her thrusting wildly, unable to control the rocking of her hips through the adrenaline. Jughead caught sight of a turn up ahead, making the quick decision to swerve off course before the inevitable spring snapped and he released a sticky mess in his boxers that would make the rest of the day far less pleasant than this.

“Jug, what-” Betty pulled away from him to glance round at the sudden change in direction. They were on a secluded side road, nothing but dirt tracks and the shade of nearby trees.

“That wasn’t fair, Betts,” he growled, as he parked, kicking up the stand and planting his feet firmly on the floor. She shivered at the gravel in his voice, eyes dark as he gripped her thighs, pulling her against him. She let out a soft mewl, loud in the relative silence surrounding them. “It was stupid, dangerous even,” he murmured into the elegant slope of her neck as she tilted her head to expose more of her skin to him.

“I appear to be getting a taste for danger,” she whined, back hitting the handlebars as Jughead anchored her firmly, one arm winding round her waist. She watched, enthralled as his hand slipped up her thigh, disappearing beneath the wrinkled fabric. Her breath hitched as his thumb came into contact with the lace of her panties. He dropped his forehead to her collarbone, strangled grunt escaping his lips.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, fingers pushing the obstructing fabric to the side so he could slip inside of her silken heat. His neglected erection gave a pitiful throb as her walls clenched around the digits, a string of hushed profanities spilling from her lips as he thrust them slowly. He smiled into her neck - he’d been utterly taken aback by the filth that had come from her mouth as they starting exploring the physical side of their relationship more, but that hadn’t stopped it from adding to his ever growing arousal.

“Faster, Juggie,” she breathed, using his shoulders as leverage to propel herself closer, crying out unhindered as his thumb came up to circle her swollen bundle of nerves. She was dripping down his fingers, head thrown back and full lips parted, as she completely let go. He clenched his stomach muscles, enamoured by the sight before him, one that he knew would come back to haunt his dirtiest of dreams for many nights to come. His teeth found the hardened peak of her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt and closed round it gently. She tensed, thighs quivering, walls clenching, as she came, his name falling from her mouth around a gasp, hand clutching at his wrist.

Betty pulled his persistent hand out of her underwear when the aftershocks became too much, raising his fingers to her plump lips and encasing them in her hot mouth, sucking gently around a moan. Jughead swore he could see stars. His free hand clutched at her hip as she swirled her tongue around his fingers, pulling every last taste of herself from his skin.

“Betty… if you don’t touch me right now I swear-” he threatened, breaking off as she released his fingers with a wet pop.

“What, Jug? What will you swear?” she asked menacingly, still breathless. Just like that she was gone, cold air rushing to the places her warm body had once occupied.

“Hey!” he began to complain before he felt her demanding hands pull at his shirt, lifting him from his seat only to shove him back against the side. She pressed herself flat against him, leaving a bruising kiss against his lips before moving to whisper in his ear.

“Good things come to those who wait,” she rasped, voice still hoarse from her moans. Jughead’s hips bucked of their own accord, chasing her body as her palms smoothed up the length of his thighs. His eyes flicked across her face, every nerve ending on high alert for her next move. His heart nearly gave out as she dropped to her knees, hands clutching at the soft leather behind him as she unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down in quick succession.

Jughead hissed his member sprung free, cold air hitting the heated flesh. Betty ran her hands against the grain of his leg hair, coming up to rest her palms on his protruding hip bones. She leant in, kissing close to his base, her breath causing him to jump at the delicate contact. His whole body was screaming at him to move as he fought all his instincts, desperate to stay still and let Betty keep control.

Gentle fingers circled the base of his dick, pink tongue coming out to wet her lips in anticipation as a sticky liquid beaded at the head. She darted forwards, swiping it away with the tip of her tongue. Jughead choked on air, eyes rolling back into his head, fingers digging into the sponge of the seat so hard he thought he might pierce through. Before he could catch his next breath her full mouth had wrapped around him, sliding down his shaft with ease. His hand shot out, reflexively weaving into her hair, sunlight turning it into a golden waterfall.

Betty hummed as she sucked in her cheeks, pulling back with a delicious slowness. Jughead’s knees felt weak, resting his full weight against the bike as it tipped beneath the strain. He couldn’t feel anything other than the scorching heat around his dick, the tight wetness as she took him back in again and again. Her tongue flattened out, running along the thick vein on the underside. There were too many sensations to focus on at once - the vibrations of her sinful moans, the way she swirled her tongue around the groove under his swollen head, her small hands twisting down the length, the sudden constricting of her throat as his hips thrust upwards against his will.

Betty clutched at his sides, nails leaving tiny indents in his overheated skin. She picked up her speed, Jughead’s hand aiding her in finding a rhythm.

“Fuck, Betts. You have to… I’m gonna…” he forced out between clenched teeth, tugging on her hair in warning. One of her hands slipped to cup his ass, digging into the soft flesh there, holding him against her face. The other dipped lower, palm cradling his balls as they tightened into his body, Jughead fighting his impending release. She sucked in once more, and he felt the barest graze of her teeth against his shaft and that was it.

His mouth dropped open in a silent shout, fingers digging tighter into her hair as he pulsed into her mouth, Betty pulling back slightly to catch it all. He looked down, past his heaving chest, as she let him go with an audible pop, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, lips lifted in a menacing smirk. She leant into him, the brush of her skirt making his overly sensitive dick twitch weakly, placing her throat by his ear as she swallowed with an audible gulp. Jughead groaned, flush on his cheeks deepening to match the scarlet of her skirt. Betty looked at him, letting free an innocent giggle that was completely out of place on her dark, swollen lips, hair mussed from his desperate hands, completing her look of sinful dishevelment.

“Surprise,” she whispered, tucking her lower lip beneath her teeth. Jughead let out an exhausted laugh, casting his eyes skywards as him mind tried to catch up with the events of the afternoon.

“Definitely letting you plan all the surprises from now on,” he mumbled, forehead resting against hers. She grinned, pressing her mouth to his, laughing at the way he scrunched up his nose as he tasted himself on her lips.

“Sounds good to me.”

Originally posted by livvy1800

Prompt: “It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

Character: Bucky Barnes (Gangster AU)

Warning: NSFW a lil’ bit.


“It’s a bad idea, me and you.” He lit a cigarette and took a drag, his free hand trailing fingers lightly over your back like a spider’s crawl. 

“I know.” You sigh into his bare chest. The two of you were naked, leaning against the pillows on his bed, sheet half on the ground, sweat drying on your skin. You could feel the bruises starting to form on your hips and twinge in your neck where hickeys would be found in the morning. 

“We should stop…I have people who want to kill me. Heck, I have people who’d kill you just to piss me off…” You knew this all already. Pushing yourself up a little you look at him with a raised eyebrow and a wry smile.

“You know we’re not going to stop, Buck…we never do. We’ve had this conversation fifty times…and every time I come back and you let me in.” You trailed a hand over his chest, playing with the chain around his neck. You’d always come back and it wasn’t just the sex, you loved him…as dangerous as he could be, as much as he could flip like a switch, even though he had people out to get him…you loved him. 

“It’s a pretty good bad idea…” 

“Well, we work well together.” You smiled at him, settling back against his side, leg falling over his hips. 

“I was thinking more along the lines of the fact you’re really fucking hot and the sex is great.” The smirk isn’t genuine; it is the overly confident expression he puts on to make light of a situation that has more emotion than he’s comfortable with. You’re well aware of this by now. He can shoot a man with ease, but handle emotions with you he could not. 

“Just admit you love me.” You mumble, pressing a kiss to his sternum, a twinkle in your eye knowing that he won’t admit it not out loud.

“If I did that…the bad idea would get even worse, doll.” The hand on your back slips low and over your hip, gripping tighter, but he doesn’t really need to say it. You can see it in his eyes, feel it in the grip on your hip. He won’t ever say it, but you don’t need him to. 

“Sometime you’re going to have to trust me to look after myself. People like Rumlow already know about me, they know you’re attached whether you say it or not…it doesn’t matter if you say it, they’re still aware you do. They know you love me. I know you love me.”  

“How could I not?”

helena1205  asked:

Okay, so I see that we get a lot of Daddy Keith appreciation from the Voltron family (which I love)...but can we also get a Daddy Shiro appreciation day or something? I feel like he deserve one. Where Keith and the kids go all out for him and for once let him take as many pictures he want without them complaining. Thank you for doing this whole Voltron family au, I love reading them almost every day.

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was in the kitchen making his tea when Keith came down to wrap his arms around Shiro’s tummy, kissing the back of his neck and then his cheek.

Shiro: *turns to keith to give him a proper kiss* Good morning. *smiles*
Keith: Hmmmm. Good morning indeed. 
Shiro: *hands Keith a cup* Tea.
Keith: You’re too good to me. Thank you. *takes his cup* *pulls Shiro towards him* *kisses* However, I’d like you, Mr. Nice Guy, to just sit down. *pushes Shiro to the stool by the breakfast table* 
Shiro: *takes a seat* *grins* And what will you do, Mr. Bad Guy?
Keith: *snorts at the nickname* I’ll make you breakfast because it’s Daddy Shiro Appreciation Day. 
Shiro: *blinks in confusion* What?

As if on cue, Hunk, Lance and Pidge entered the kitchen wearing their pyjamas. One by one they passed by Keith who gave them their little aprons to wear that had “Shiro’s Angels” in front and Shiro couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how adorable it was. Then he noticed that Keith wore the same apron and honestly, Shiro was just endeared. They were his angels. 

Pidge: Daddy Shiro, what would you like to eat for breakfast?
Shiro: Just anything, sweetheart. I could just eat you! So cute! *squishes Pidge’s cheeks*
Pidge: That’s cannibalism, Daddy Shiro. *pouts*

Shiro watched them cook their big breakfast and he offered to help but Lance kept pushing him back to his seat so he could “leave it to the chefs.” It was such a good breakfast that Shiro felt like his family wanted him to burst.

Shiro: So what’s this Daddy Shiro Appreciation Day? How come I wasn’t informed of this date?
Hunk: Because it’s supposed to be a surprise!  
Shiro: You got me there, poppet. *finger guns at Hunk*
Lance: *drinks his milk* It’s Make Daddy Shiro’s Wish Come True Day at first but Daddy Keith said it was too long.
Keith: *drinks tea* Because it is. Same banana though. 
Shiro: Is it really? I can ask for anything? 
Lance: Yeah! *frowns* Well, maybe not all. I don’t have money to buy you the moon or the stars, Daddy Shiro. And I know you love stars. I only have *counts with his fingers* *looks at Keith for help*
Keith: 50 cents.
Lance: *looks back to Shiro* 50 cents! I don’t think stars cost 50 cents. 
Hunk: They probably cost like two dollars. *nods* That’s… a lot of money.
Pidge: Stars don’t cost two dollars, Hunk. *rolls eyes* I heard from Gretchen they were five dollars—each
Hunk: *gasps* *covers mouth with his hand* That’s so much money.
Lance: *frowns even more* I don’t have enough money then.
Shiro: *chuckles fondly at his kids* It’s alright. I don’t want the stars. I do have a request though. Can I make a request?
Three kids: YES. Anything! *nods*

That was how Keith and the kids found themselves wearing blue and white sailor outfits outside by the pool. Shiro was wearing a white captain uniform and he was beaming, a camera around his neck.

Keith: This wasn’t what I expected. *adjusts his outfit*
Shiro: Awww, you guys said I could request anything! 
Keith: And you had these outfits ready for some reason? *raises eyebrow*
Shiro: I just knew this day would come. *wipes fake tears dramatically*
Keith: *smiles while shaking his head* *bents down to fix Pidge’s hair* Don’t move too much, baby girl. 
Shiro: *bents down to fix Lance’s outfit* You look so dashing, buddy.
Lance: *beams* Heard that Hunk! I’m dashing!
Hunk: *chuckles* *squeezes Lance’s hand* Of course you are.
Shiro: Alright, places, family. Places. 

For once, they didn’t stop Shiro from taking way too much photos than necessary. They had solos, pairs, trios, etc—all combos! And of course there were photos with the Captain Shiro wooing his Admiral Keith and the kids wouldn’t stop giggling. 

When they got back inside to eat snacks, Shiro was looking at the photos he had taken and he couldn’t stop grinning. 

Keith: You okay? *places hand on Shiro’s shoulder*
Shiro: *looks up* Yeah. *takes Keith’s hand and kisses it* Thank you for this.
Keith: *smiles* It was the kids’ idea. Well, mine initially but don’t tell them I told you that. They like taking all the credit. Selfish kids. *rolls eyes in amusement*
Shiro: You four are so wonderful. *chuckles* *looks at his camera* I think I just found us another family portrait. 

Next week when Keith came home, by the living room was the new family portrait hanged along with the rest. It was the photo that had Lance sticking his tongue out at Keith who also did the same, arms crossed. Hunk was their mediator, both hands in front looking panicked. Pidge was being carried by Shiro who was pointing at Keith, Lance and Hunk while laughing so hard. And Shiro… Shiro with his eyes closed, one hand on his forehead looking so done. 

It was taken when the timer was too early. 

Keith was so in love with the photo. It described their family perfectly.

3

“And you said you weren’t there the night the victim was attacked,” you asked, pencil poised on your notepad. Cas stood stoically beside you, studying the man you were questioning with his discerning gaze.

“I already told the cops this,” he said.

You raised your eyebrows at his attitude. “Well, we’re not the local police and I’m asking again,” you said, giving him an impatient stare.

He sighed. “I wasn’t there. I was at home. In bed,” he said.

“Can anyone confirm that?” you asked.

“No. I was alone… But, uhh, you can be my alibi for tonight, sweetheart,” he said, looking you up and down. His lips curved in a proud smile.

You were about to start verbally abusing him, but before you knew it Cas had seized him by the front of his shirt and slammed him down into the workbench behind him.

“Cas!” you startled at the unexpected outburst and watched Cas leaning over him, his face inches from the man he was pinning down.

“If you disrespect my partner again,” he growled, “I will break your face.” He continued to let his blue eyes bore into the guy.

“Cas…” you said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.”

He glanced at your hand and reluctantly withdrew to stand beside you again. You raised your eyebrows at him in surprise. 

“You alright?” you asked quietly, so only he would hear. The guy was still trembling over by workbench…

Cas straightened his coat and tie. “Fine. Are you?” he asked in concern.

You smiled at him. “I’m fine.”

Your eyes stayed locked with his blue ones for a long moment and you puzzled over his reaction, all while he was still thinking of your hand softly on his shoulder.



(gifs by supernaturalfreewill - S12 E01)

anonymous asked:

omg i forgot about paperboy please continue it!!!!

you ain’t the only one, anon. but ask and you shall receive! 😘

catch up on the first part here!


paperboy: part two

december 27th, 1982

Ian woke up the morning of December 27th around 4:45 AM, feeling rather warm–but not hotter than usual.

5:00 AM: He stepped into the shower, quickly rubbed a bar of soap over his body before shampooing his hair and jumping right back out again.

5:15 AM: After changing into his clothes, he ran down the staircase, brushing his teeth. He reached for a banana on the counter.

5:18 AM: His uncle rounded the corner from the study, looking intently at his nephew as he attempted to brush his teeth and eat at the same time.

“What in God’s name are ye doing, man?” He implored of his nephew, setting his newspaper down on the counter and leaning against it, eyebrows raised.

Ian looked from his toothbrush in one hand to the banana in the other, thinking of a proper way of explaining himself. He shrugged slightly, with a sheepish grin on his face. “Killin’ two birds with one stone?”

Jamie shook his head, a smile gracing his lips.

5:23 AM: Ian bid farewell to his uncle, and went to head out the door. Jamie stopped him, however, as soon as he hit the doorframe.

“Ian, the back of yer shirt is drenched.”

“Well,” Ian replied, “I did take a shower, Uncle.”

“I ken that, ye dolt. I mean that ye’re sweating, wi’ it bein’ freezing outside.” Jamie shook his head, then gestured his hand towards himself. “Come ‘ere, then.”

Ian, rolling his eyes slightly, and, shoulders slouched, walked towards his uncle. Jamie put the back of his hand against his nephew’s forehead, pursed his lips tightly before instructing the young lad to cough.

The boy did as he was bid, and a bunch of mucus seemed to jump from his lungs to his throat. The sound was thick and disgusting, and Jamie rose his eyebrows at his nephew.

“Looks like ye’re not going to work today,  after all,” Jamie smiled, then pushed his nephew lightly on the shoulder towards the staircase. “Back to bed wi’ ye. Make sure you tell yer mother I told you to stay here.”

“Alright,” Ian agreed. He took a step forward but then turned back to his uncle, eyes wide. “What about Geordie?”

“Dinna worry about that, lad,” Jamie smiled. “I’ll take care o’ yer route for you.”

Nodding, Ian turned back to the staircase and took them two at a time, a wide smile on his lips as he went back to his room. Little did his uncle know that Ian was not sick, and just had taken a very hot shower.

And thank God for allergies, he thought to himself as he curled up in his bed, ecstatic at the idea of being able to sleep in.




Despite several attempts to get himself on his nephew’s bike, Jamie instead opted to drive his truck around the suburban neighborhoods of Boone, throwing the papers out the window as he passed. He was able to finish the route in just under an hour, which was much different than poor Ian Murray Jr.’s two-and-a-half-hour biking escapade.

When he pulled into the small subdivision of Simon’s Landing, his heart started to pound. Not from nerves–of course not from nerves–but just from the sheer knowledge of her presence.

He had tried, multiple times, to pick up the phone book and search for her phone number, skimming the yellow pages for Beauchamp, C. And amongst the Lambert’s and John’s and Harrison’s, his finger had hit that inked letter C–with the eight digits following–and he would slam the book closed. Both of the Ian’s had chastised him multiple times over the matter, and even his sister joined in the proceedings once or twice.

“Ask her on a date, ye clotheid,” she frustratedly muttered to her brother over breakfast one morning. “If you dinna want to do it, then I will do it for ye.”

The opportunity had presented itself to him this morning with Ian’s sickness. Whether this was a sign from God or not, he didn’t know. But he took it graciously, and asked Him not to let him screw this up.

With his nerves clogging up his throat, to the point he was almost suffocating, he walked up the few steps to her porch and approached her door. He rang the doorbell once and heard the shrill ring of it echo through the house. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he shoved his hands in his pockets, the newspaper squeezed between his arm and his side.

Every second that passed seemed like years. Each new breath that he exhaled came out in faster waves as his heartbeat increased, the cold morning air causing them to form into mist in front of him. Getting slightly impatient–and worried that she wasn’t inside–he looked through one of the front windows of her porch in search of her.

As soon as he did this, however, the door swung open and there she was.

“Good morning, Mr. Fraser,” she greeted, a warm smile on her face as she pulled her cardigan closer to her body against the brisk morning chill. She looked from his face to the newspaper in his arm and nodded at it. “Is that for me?”

Flustered, he fumbled with the paper in his hands and thrust it forward, unattractively and clumsily, at her face. “Aye, I–uh–yes, this is yours.”

The smile on her face grew ever wider, showing all of her beautiful white teeth. She stepped to the side and opened the door just a tad wider, inviting him to come inside. Still discomfited, he nodded once and came inside, allowing the warmth to envelope him in a blanket of comfort.

“Would you like some coffee? I just made a pot,” she inquired, gesturing to the kitchen where the coffee pot sat in his view. Shaking his head, but thanking her nonetheless, he watched her walk out of the entryway and into the brightly colored room. A moment passed before she turned towards him, a sheepish smile on her lips as she filled up a mug. “You can come in here, you know.”

He took a step, then realized that his boots were wet from the snow outside. Grimacing, he called to her as he went to place his shoes outside, “I’ll take my shoes off outside, so as to not ruin your floors.”

She waved a hand in dismissal, but he didn’t see it. He popped off his boots in front of the door and stepped back inside in his woolen socks.

“So, where’s your nephew this morning?” Claire asked as he stepped into the kitchen, eyebrows raised as she took a sip of her coffee. He committed her drink of choice to memory: Black, no sugar, no creamer.

“He’s at home sick. He woke up wi’ a fever this morning.”

A concerned look crossed over her face as she set down her cup and crossed her arms over her chest. “What were his other symptoms?”

Jamie shrugged, “I’m no’ one to ken exactly what to look for when someone is sick, but he was sweatin’ a lot; his whole shirt was soaked through. His head was hot to the touch and when I asked him to cough, ‘twas the most disgusting thing I’d ever heard.”

Her fingers tapped on her arm in thought before she asked, “Had he taken a shower this morning?”

“Aye,” He replied, eyebrows shrunk together in confusion as she chuckled lightly. “Why?”

She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. The look that she was giving him made him nervous, which caused him to voice a nervous, “What?”

“Well…” She tried to suppress laughter as she took another sip of her coffee. “I do believe that you have been played a fool.”

Jamie, flabbergasted, left out a huff of agitation. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Since I haven’t seen him, I can’t say that I’m entirely right, but I do believe that he has nothing more than a small case of allergies.”

Getting rather annoyed, he crossed his arms and stared at her crossly. “And how do you know that, just from the wee bit of information that I’ve shared wi’ ye?”

She was trying so hard to keep her smile contained from behind the rim of her coffee cup. “Because I’m a pediatrician, Mr. Fraser. It’s my job.”

If he thought he was embarrassed before, he was downright mortified. His face flushed and words seemed to die in his throat; not a single one of the apologies he could think of were enough to excuse his error. There was nothing he wanted to do more than to kneel at her feet and beg for mercy.

As much as he thought she was mad at him, though, he could see that it was much the opposite. She seemed amused at his tongue-tied state, Damn her, and the smirk on her lips proved it.

Scrambling to find a way to make it up to her, he stammered out, “Can I take ye to dinner?”

A cringe formed on his face as he watched her eyes widen then return to their normal size, but the smile didn’t leave her face. Before she could answer, he went to explain himself, the words spilling out of his mouth in a long stream of word vomit. “I mean, not that I like ye more now that I know that ye’re a doctor. My opinion has really been the same since I first met ye, it’s just that–”

“I would love to go to dinner,” she interrupted, setting her coffee mug down on the counter. She turned from his shocked face to her refrigerator, where a small calendar rested to mark her schedule. He watched as she pulled a marker from the holder and went to find a day she had off, her slender finger pointing to the 31st. “What are your plans for New Year’s Eve, Mr. Fraser?”

Shifting from foot to foot, he shrugged. “Nothin’ much, I dinna think. I don’t start workin’ again until the New Year.”

“I work in the morning, but maybe we can do something that night,” she started to write his name down as Mr. Fraser but stopped short. She turned sheepishly to him and murmured, “I suppose since we know each other well enough now, we could know each other by our first names, right, Jamie?”

Jamie nodded with a smile, savoring the sound of his name on her lips. “I suppose so, Claire.”

Dean & Nightmares

This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 256

Warnings: fluffish

(gif is not mine)

You forced yourself awake, relieved that your nightmare was only a dream.  You glanced over at your clock, noticing that it was only three in the morning.  With your luck, Dean would still be awake.

As you walked into the library, Dean looked up from his laptop and raised an eyebrow.  He normally stayed up this late, you didn’t.  “Everything okay [Y/N],” Dean asked, closing his laptop.

“Do you remember the time where I ended up sleeping in your motel room?”  You stood in the doorway of the library, leaning against the arch.

Dean nodded slowly, “yeah of course I do.”  Dean stood up, pushing his chair in.  The elder Winchester padded up to you, resting his hand on the small of your back.  “Was it the same nightmare?”

You and Dean started walking down the hallway, most likely towards his room.  “Yeah,” you said in a small voice.  “I’m sorry for bothering you Dean.”

“You’re not bothering me sweetheart,” Dean assured you.  “You weren’t bothering me that night at the motel, and you’re definitely not bothering me right now.”

As you and Dean entered his room, you felt more relaxed.  You always liked Dean’s room.  Not to mention that he always made you feel safe.

Before you could take one step towards the bed, Dean pulled you into his arms.  “No one’s going to hurt you,” Dean whispered.  “I promise.”

“Thank you for always making me feel safe,” you breathed.

That night you slept in Dean’s bed.  You always slept better in Dean’s arms.


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krzed  asked:

Chlonath 6 please!

“I was not expecting this,” Nathaniel breathed, licking his lips.

“Are you complaining?” Chloe asked, eyebrow raised.

“N-no! I just…why?”

Chloe pursed her lips and brushed his long hair out of his face. “You have pretty eyes.”

“You decided to pull me into this closet to make out because I have pretty eyes?”

“Your ass isn’t bad either.”

Nathaniel swallowed loudly. “Thank you?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “I saw the picture you drew of me earlier. It was pretty, you’re pretty, I decided to kiss you. That’s literally all the thought that went into it, Kurtzberg.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

“Can we keep kissing now?”

“Yes…wait!”

Chloe pulled back annoyed.

“Uh, one more thing, which picture did you see exactly?” he asked nervously.

“I don’t know. It was just a picture of me. I think I was in a blue dress or something.”

Nathaniel visibly deflated in relief. “Oh good, that’s really good.”

Chloe nodded and leaned back in. “Wait, what do you mean which picture did I see?”

“No-nothing!”

“Did you draw another picture of me?”

“Of course not! That would be weird.”

“Kurtzberg.”

Nathaniel fumbled behind his back and found the door knob. He twisted it and stumbled backwards through the opened door. “Uh, better get going. Thanks for the lips and the kissing. Later see you I will!” His face as red as his hair, he spun and marched away.

“Damn it,” Chloe swore. “I think I have a crush on that stupid tomato.”


I was just thinking I wanted to write some more Chlonath soon and here came @krzed into my inbox at just the right moment! <3

If you want to see a drabble with your favorite characters, send me a prompt from this list and I will get to it when inspiration hits!

anonymous asked:

"Uh is it supposed to make that noise?"

You ran around the lab with Tony and Bruce, freaking out about the Ultron situation. Clint returned the cradle and immediately went to try to find Natasha. 

Once Steve returned, you chose to stay out of the Tony and Steve fight. You watched as the began to scream and as Bruce was readying to kill Wanda. The speedster was standing next to you, rolling his eyes and sighing at the situation.

“Whatever you’re about to do, do it,” You told him with a smirk and crossed arms.

Pietro smiled and shrugged, running around the small lab and disconnecting the cradle. “No, no, go on,” He said when he returned to your side, throwing whatever he grabbed on the floor.

You jumped when it sparked and make a screeching noise. “Uh, is it supposed to make that noise?” You raised your eyebrow.

Pietro turned to you with a nervous smile. “Probably not. Let’s run!”

Hesitant Touches: Loki x Reader (NSFW)

“Honestly, can you believe it’s been nearly ten years?” You marveled, sitting opposite Loki on his bed. It was so reminiscent of your childhood, speaking late into the evening, commiserating on tricks and pranks pulled, but mostly the two of you had merely been catching up. “If I hadn’t spent so much time missing you, I’d swear it was only yesterday.” You added with a soft smile, pleased that the two of you had remained close.

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Raphael was already waiting for you with a smug look as the elevator doors opened. He was basically oozing superiority. An annoying habit he showed whenever someone needed his help.
The shadowhunters had send you to go with the vampires on this mission but you really regretted being the one to have to do this right now.

“You are late.”
He says, arms crossed in front of his chest, “Make sure to keep up.”

You tried not to let it show but keeping up with a bunch of vampires was easier said than done. Even with your runes they were way too fast.
“I can carry you if you want, no need for pointless struggle.” His words had that sarcastic hint that was always there when he spoke and a bright smirk was plastered all over his face. To say he enjoyed the situation was an understatement.  
“There’s no need for that.”
“Are you sure?”
With a raised eyebrow he continues, “Your face is all flushed from the exhaustion…or is that because of me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just really hot.” Yeah, it was. Because he was god damn right and you had problems not to lose them. Worse than that, you really did find the brat of a vampire attractive.
“I don’t, your emotions are written all over your face for everyone to see.”

anonymous asked:

76 or Reaper dealing with a succubus ;3

Soldier 76


He raised an eyebrow as you were suddenly there, staring at him. Your tail curled down into the room and flicked as you winked at him, making him suddenly flustered.

“How long have you been there?” he asked and you just walked in, hips swaying.

“Just long enough to see you finish,” you winked and he blushed, knowing he should have closed the window.

“Why are you here,” he asked, “You don’t seem interested in sex.”

Your heart was in your throat and you just tried to play it off that you weren’t interested in giving him a heart attack. Truthfully, you’d fallen in love with him and just wanted to spend time with him.

“Very well,” he leant back, “I’ve got ice cream if you want.”

You clapped your hands excitedly, walking over to sit next to him with the treat.

Reaper


He just groaned as he drifted in, you draped over his couch. He just opened the fridge, pulling out a beer and sitting on the couch after slapping your feet off of the cushions.

“You’re finally here,” you pouted and he just ignored you, “I was getting bored.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he growled and you slapped his chest playfully, making him grunt.

“Can’t I just come say hello?” you winked.

“As if you’d ever just say hi,” he said, “what do you want?”

“I told you,” you said, “I’m bored.”

“Go bother someone else,” he got up, “I’ve got work.”

You draped a hand over his chest, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, “So busy, maybe you should take a break.”

Creepypasta #1138: Why I Left My Job As A Construction Worker

Length: Medium

You may take my story with a grain of salt, but it doesn’t really bother me because I’ve stopped caring a long time ago. My purpose here is to share my experiences and not shove them in your faces, should you raise the eyebrow of skepticism. I won’t reveal my place of residence for political reasons. But in summary, I’m a Caucasian male, neither too old nor too young, and pretty normcore.

I’m part of a night-working team. We work in a construction site situated within a large university campus - the part of it where the active student & teacher life is. The other side of the campus comprises of numerous abandoned buildings that were supposed to be faculties and departments. Over the years, many of them were built half-way through and then deserted. As a result, they have no doors or windows. You just see tall buildings with several stories of utter darkness. Hell, some workers even go in and defecate on the floor when the restroom is taken.

Frankly, it’s like being in a ghost town located in the suburb of a metropolis. You have to literally walk miles to get back on the main road where civilization is (shops, busy roads, people going on about their business). Recently, though, them higher-ups want to renew this deserted area. Methinks it has to do with upholding the reputation of the school; so there are people working day and night.

One day I was really bored out of my mind and decided to explore for a bit. There’s nothing fun about watching your co-workers dig a hole in the ground: it’s noisy and you’re tired as hell. I’m mainly charged with carrying metal bars and dusty bags of cement, so there isn’t much to do after that. I went with a guy I secretly disliked because of his bossy attitude (let’s call him Adam). He was free and offered to take a quick walk with me to which I replied yes. We were talking rather awkwardly about life and all that cheesy pseudo-philosophical stuff plebs (myself included) think makes them sound deep and wise. That’s when I realized that we strayed away farther than I had intended to, but I didn’t really mind at the time. 

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