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The One with the Giant Poking Device

Characters - Dean x Reader

Summary - An awkward moment while sharing a bed leads to an interesting morning.

Word Count - 5864

Warnings - Swearing (duh), injury (very slight),smut, oral sex/face riding (female), fingering, unsafe sex (remember irl to wrap it before you tap it)

A\N - This was written for mine and Jill’s Hubba Bubba Birthday writing challenge. Thank you to @sis-tafics for reading through and encouraging me. And a special thank you to @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for betaing. You ladies are the absolute best!

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Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

Long, calloused fingers grip you tightly, digging into your soft curves as his hands pull you flush against his body. The heat spreads, radiating from him to sink into your bones, flowing through you to settle heavily in your center. The strength in the arms wrapping around you, the firmness of his chest against your full breasts, the gentleness of his hands as they caress you, all of it makes your breath slow, your heart race. You can’t hold back the low whine in your throat when you feel his hardening length pressing against your lower belly. He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, his warm breath fanning over you. He nudges your head back further, the scruff on his jaw a delicious burn on your skin. Soft sighs catch in your throat as his lips glide over you and you can feel his cock twitch against you in response.

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Spoiled || R.B.

Word Count: 1875

Pairing: Ross x reader

Summary: Coming from a rich family, you never had to work a day in your life until you met Ross. After a confrontation with him, he makes you work for your orgasm by riding his thigh.

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjobs, dirty talk, rich!reader, spoiled brat!reader

Requested by @faee12 : “Omg can you do a imagine with Ross and thigh riding”


Also, listen to Blackbear’s new album while listening to this preferably I miss the old you and make daddy proud trust me it makes it 100x better.

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Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 3!

A/N: FINALLY! Part 3 is here, y'all. This is the second to last part. ): but there will be a part 4 and possibly an epilogue! Pls excuse any misspelling, I got too excited when writing. ENJOY! ❤❤ -Delilah

This chapter is inspired by this song if you wanna hear while you read:

Warnings: Sex, Swearing, Pornography, the usual lol.

“You know it’s rude to spy on people, Y/N,” he says, peering down at your drunken self. Was he not embarrassed? He’d just given you a live sex show a few minutes ago and here he was putting the blame on you.

“Well, James,” you sassed. “It’s twice as rude to watch your team mate’s porno without consent!” You waved your hand in his face to add enthusiasm. And the little shit had the audacity to laugh. It was hot, yeah, but you wanted to be taken seriously. Drunk or not.

“So you’ve watched it then?” He asked, an amused smile on his face. You scowled.

“No! I’m not one to invade someone’s privacy like you.” Bucky’s eyebrows rose, his eyes widened.

“So you haven’t seen it?” You roll your eyes and shake your head. You actually had respect for others privacy, believe it or not. Just not tonight. That was a one time thing. Next time you passed his room and heard strange noises, you’d completely ignore it. Even if Bucky was being strangled to death by a Hydra assassin.
Bucky’s shit eating grin made drove you insane, but you didn’t let him know. It was all just playful banter, you thought. You couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

After a long pause, you saw Bucky lean forward, far too close for your liking. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“It won’t hurt if you watch, right doll? Just this once?”

You couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled down your spine as he spoke. He had a valid point though. There was no shame in seeing it, right? It couldn’t be that bad?

After a few seconds of inner debating, you looked back up at his blue eyes and sighed.

“Fine. But just this once!”

Bucky let out an amused chuckle and grabbed your hand gently, leading you back into his room.

At first, you were extremely reluctant. You weren’t even dating and here you were, on the super soldier’s bed staring at the laptop that was propped in front of you.

You were seated on Bucky’s lap, the computer on your thighs as he scrolled down the many videos, searching for the right one, until a particular vid caught your eye. You grabbed his hand, pulling it away.

“What’s this one?” You ask curiously. Bucky rested his chin on your shoulder as you both read the title.

“Princess Y/N and The Winter Soldier Play a Game of Sexy Twister!”

You heard Bucky let out a snort. Twister? They had to make a child’s game into a porno, didn’t they? Nevertheless, you clicked on the video and pressed play.


This time the camera focused on the same room, but instead of the bed, there was a large polkadot yellow mat on the wooden floor. To the side was a stand with the spinner.

Suddenly, a pair of black stilettos stepped in front of the screen. Your eyes widened as you watched the fake Y/N bend down and kneel seductively on the mat and flick the spinner with her finger. This time, her outfit consisted of a black lace bra and thong that shaped your behind perfectly. Bucky’s attention was focused on the lace garter belt and the black thigh highs that showed off your legs perfectly.

Fake Y/N flicked the spinner again and let out a giggle. “Left foot on red,” she says before peering back over at the camera and winking. With ease, she stretched her arm out and planted her foot on the red circle. She peered up over the camera and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Your turn, daddy.” You felt arousal shoot straight to your core at the name. You did have a daddy kink, but you perfected to keep that in your kink closet for now. You noticed that Bucky was still fully focused on the video, hopefully he didn’t notice.

When the Winter Soldier came into view, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He was dressed in only black boxers that hugged his thighs perfectly. He bent over, giving you a view of his biceps and flicked the spinner.

“Left hand, green!” Fake Y/N said to the camera. Placing his hand on the green spot, he lifted fake Y/N so that he was underneath her, with her ass in his lap.

As you watched them, you could feel Bucky’s hands grip your waist and rub circles onto the soft flesh of your hips. His breathing was heavier than usual, but his eyes were still set on the screen.

“Right foot on yellow!” Fake Y/N winked towards the camera before spreading her legs into a split, placing her right foot on the yellow spot. You heard Bucky’s breathing halt suddenly.

Fake Y/N was now in a full split on the Winter Soldier’s lap, her clothed crotch rubbing against his witch each movement. She let out a small, barely audible moan at the sensation. He brought his hips up, grinding back into her, his head falling back from pleasure.

At this point, Bucky had begun pulling at the waist band of your jeans, subliminally suggesting you take them off. You slowly reached your hands down and began unbuttoning your jeans. Before you even got the chance to get the zipper down, Bucky hooked his fingers in the fabric around your hips and tugged them down, leaving you in your soaked panties.

As you lifted yourself, he slid his sweatpants down his thighs, revealing his hard member. Next was your shirt; he practically ripped the fabric from your body and threw it against the wall, then rid himself of his own.

Bucky snaked his hands under your thighs and spread your legs wide. You leaned back against his chest and rubbed your clothed clit in little circles.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes. “You’re so much better in real life.” You let out a small whimper at his words, rubbing yourself faster. You weren’t gonna last soon.

Turning your attention back to the screen, you saw that fake Y/N had already lost her underwear as well as the Winter Soldier. He held her hips tightly as she bounced on his cock, her mouth hung open in a silent scream. Your eyes followed as she bounced harder, her breast spilling out of the bra she wore.

“That’s it, princess,” he growled, lifting his hips upwards to meet hers. “Bounce on daddy’s cock. You’re so good for me. So good for Daddy.”

The sound you let out was borderline
pornographic and Bucky nearly came right then and there. With a growl, he yanked your hand away from your dripping pussy and rubbed your clit with his flesh hand. His metal hand snuck its way down the opposite side of you, slipping two fingers inside your heat. You let out a cry at the duel sensations. Bucky’s fingers curled inside you, brushing over your sweet spot.

“Oh, Bucky!” You moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder in bliss. His breaths were comping out in short puffs, and you could hear the sound of his heart hammering in his chest.

“You’re so fucking wet, doll,” he groans. The sounds of his fingers entering you over and over create an obscene sound that so dirty, you can’t help but cry out.

In the video, fake Y/N is now fully naked and kneeling in front of The Winter Soldier with her mouth open, her eyes sparkling with excitement as he stands above her, pumping his cock fast. His head was thrown back and you studied the veins in his neck as his orgasm hit him. You and Bucky both watch as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of come onto fake Y/N’s face and breasts.

The sight alone is enough to push you over the edge. With a scream, you reach your high, hips bucking against Bucky’s fingers. The friction of your back on his cock finally hits Bucky with his second orgasm of the night.

You collapsed onto Bucky’s chest in exhaustion. You’d just experienced the greatest orgasm of your life, all while getting off to your own porn. You let out a giggle. Bucky peered down at you curiously.

“What’s so funny, kitten?” He asks, moving a stray piece of hair from your face. You grin and look up at him.

“We just got off to our own porn, Buck.” Bucky let out a chuckle, shaking his head. You were right. You two had done the deed and neither of you would forget this night. Not in a million years.


Steve groaned as he listened to his two friends’ moans finally subside, leaving him in sweet silence.

“Thank god,” he sighed, fluffing up his pillow and shoving his head into it. “Those two are like two horny little rabbits, I swear!”

Part 4 coming tomorrow! And it’s gonna be str8 🔥🔥

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Strange Love

Jughead x Reader

Prompt: Loosely based off some of the lyrics of Strange Love by Halsey. Reader and Jughead are secretly dating but Y/N gets upset as she wants to tell the truth to everyone. Talking in Pop’s bathroom, things get a bit heated. 

Warnings: Some swearing? Mild smut references. 

Originally posted by mallverine

Strange Love 

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night. 

You sit there silently, immersed in your own thoughts as you stare out of the window at Pop’s. Eyes darting to the drops of condensation which had formed due to the heat. It was freezing outside as always so Pop’s had turned the heaters on, maybe a bit too much tonight though.
Suddenly out of the corner of your eye you see a figure appear on the opposite side of the booth to you. You know exactly who he is so you continue to focus on the windows, how much they have fogged up since you first sat down.
A finger suddenly appears on the window in front of you, the familiar roughed up hands you had seen and held so often begin to write on the window. 

You smile to yourself, finding it incredible how he had only been here for a second and had already made you so happy. You and Jughead had been seeing each other for around a month now, not that your friends knew that yet. Jughead had asked you not to, not yet. He knew Betty, Archie and the others would be so happy for you, it was just your friends he was worried about. Cheryl was the queen bee at school, she already hated you spending time with him as “friends”, she thought he was too weird. Jughead just didn’t want to put you through the wrath he knew Cheryl would cause if she found out.
Still smiling to yourself you raise your hand and write just under his message.
“How are you?”
“How come?”
“I haven’t kissed you in over 24 hours” he writes, placing his hands under the table to discretely grab yours, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You finally look away from the window and towards him. A shy smile placed on his lips, his eyes glinting in the light which made his hair look even darker then usual, if that were possible. His iconic crown placed over his head. You smile back at him, tempted to just lean over the table and place your lips on his, just show the world you were crazy for him.

“Hey guys!” A voice says a short distance away. You turn away from Jughead to see Veronica entering the diner, Archie just behind her. Jughead’s hand quickly snatches away from you. You don’t even think about the writing on the window next to you until you turn back to Jug who had frantically rubbed out your words with the sleeve of his jacket. For a second you wish that he hadn’t, that he had just left it on there so finally people would know the truth about the two of you.
“What are you guys up to?” V says, sitting down next to you, gracefully pushing her hair away from her shoulder, making Archie swoon. God these two were cute. How did they find it so easy to be themselves out in public? Archie showed no struggle to show his affection to us when he held V’s hand clearly as they walked, or leaned over to kiss her before he left. Why couldn’t we have that? Why did it have to be so difficult for us?
“Just… just talking about Jughead’s book.” you stutter, trying to come up with a belivable lie which Veronica would believe, that girl could read you like a book. Despite you not being so close with the group, you and V had got on so easily, she just seemed to understand you, which, unfortunatly, meant that she could understand when you were lying.
“Oh, yeah. I was a bit stumped on how Jason…” Jughead begins to tell some elaborate lie about our made up conversation but my mind gets distracted by Archie’s movements. Openly, and clearly, he reaches across the table to take Veronica’s hand in his, slowly rubbing his thumb against her skin. A gesture you had felt just seconds ago. A gesture they did so easily in front of you. A part of you starts to sting inside. How was it possible for the two of you to be unable to even hold hands in public without him pulling away so fast. It’s like he’s ashamed. Maybe he is…

“Excuse me” you say, interrupting Jughead mid-sentence. Veronica gets up to let you out of the booth and you rush away to the bathroom.
“Y/N?” Veronica shouts after you but you ignore. Hoping she wasn’t going to come after you. You can feel the groups eyes on you as you walk away.

You were so glad that Pop’s only had one bathroom for girls and one for boys, no stalls, no interaction with anyone else. You lock yourself inside and pace for a few seconds. You knew a relationship with Jughead was not going to be easy. The moment he said he wanted it to be a secret you knew it would be hard, you wanted the affection. You weren’t ashamed of him, you weren’t afraid of being seen with him. But the way he acted some times made it feel like he was ashamed of you.

Knock Knock

“I’ll be out in a second” you sigh, knowing your peace wouldn’t last long.

Knock Knock

“V if that’s you, I’m fine, I’ll be out in a second”
“It’s not V” a male voice says. You instantly tell it’s Jughead’s voice. Quickly you open the door, he rushes inside, hoping he hasn’t been seen sneaking into the girls bathroom as he locks the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I came to see if you were okay. You rushed off like you were upset.”
“I’m fine” you say, not knowing how convincing it would be. You take a step backwards, away from him, leaning against the sink behind you.
“I can tell your lying Y/N” he pushes, knowing he wasn’t going to leave until you gave him an answer.
“Jug… I’m just sick of lying. I hate hiding”
“No, Jug, I know. You aren’t comfortable with everyone knowing. It’s just… Did you see them out there? They aren’t scared of showing others how they feel”
“They aren’t friends with Cheryl” he whispers under his breath, as if he was hoping you wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m not scared of her Juggy! I don’t care what she thinks about you, what she would think about us. She does not matter. She won’t make me feel any less about you.” He looks down at his feet for a second. Breathing deeply as he sighs, thinking things over. You both stand there for a few seconds in pure silence.

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“What?” he asks paniced, finally looking up from his feet.
“Are you ashamed of me because I’m friends with someone like Cheryl? Because I’m a Vixen? Because…”
In a rush he walks over to you, pushing his lips hard against yours. It takes you a second to regain yourself but you soon kiss back. His hands fumble to your waist, gripping you tightly. Sloppily his lips start to roam around your jaw, going down your neck. His lips sucking on sensitive spots as you try to moan quietly, hoping no one would hear you. Your breathing hitches as you hear him whisper against your skin. “I could never be ashamed of you”. His lips returning to yours. He bites your bottom lip as his hands lift your waist, placing you on the edge of the sink you had been leaning on. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer as one hand wraps around his shoulders, the other roaming to his hair. You pull off his benie, pushing it onto the floor as you begin to roam your hands through his hair, occationally pulling lightly which makes him moan against your lips. His moans get louder and you roll your hips against him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here” you say breathlessly against his lips, he mumbles a reply which you don’t fully understand, too immersed in the moment.
Knock Knock

“Y/N?” Veronica asks from outside the bathroom. “Are you okay?”
“Shit” Jughead whispers, a smile planted on his lips as he looks at you. “I guess no hiding now” he smiles with relief, just as happy as you were to tell the truth. The only problem with opening the door was Veronica’s constant asking if we fucked on the bathroom sink.

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Still Sane// Jughead Jones x Reader

Requested By: @castellandiangelo
Prompts: 13, 12, 14, 16
Word Count: 1374

Summary: The reader is mentally unstable after witnessing the death of Jason Blossom yet is too afraid to speak about it to anyone. Jughead and the reader have only started their relationship as a couple yet Jughead has mentioned he loves the reader.

Warnings: mental illness, swearing

It’s was a cycle you began practicing everyday ever since you saw his death. You would come home from school, stare in the mirror and cry. You could have done something! You could have saved him!

You screamed on the inside, tortured yourself to think about it and what you could’ve have done to stop it. You can’t stop the feeling and you can’t stop replaying the moment in my head. Your trapped, your stuck, you feel paralyzed almost in fear and hatred of yourself.

The cell rings and you get sucked back into reality. You’ve been throwing things, your room is a mess and all kinds of shit is tossed on the floor or thrown on your bed. You reach for your phone and close your eyes not wanting to see the damage anymore.

“Hello? Who’s this?” You ask right away not wanting to open my eyes to check caller ID.

“Oh wow. You really care about me. It’s Jug

“Oh I’m sorry, I was just-so-yeah I’m sorry Jughead.”

He chuckles and it relives you for a split second,“It’s okay I guess. Hey you promised you’d help me write a few days ago, and I’m sorta close by. Would you let me in?”

“Yes!” You say without hesitation,“I mean, yeah, why not I just, come over.”

“Alright I’ll see you in, erm, six?”

“Yeah okay love. See you.”


He hangs up and you sigh and open my eyes. The damage you had caused was still there. No different. You feel the memory of that day coming back to you and you feel yourself getting sucked in but close my eyes. You try to remember something else. Something far more happier than that day.

“What’s wrong Veronica?” You ask as she approaches your locker squirming,“You seem odd.”

She laughs,“Anything but. So I heard you and Jug have started going out? How long?”

You give her a questioning look,“Seven dates so far. Why?”

“Hasn’t asked you be his girlfriend yet?”

“No. And he doesn’t need to. I’m perfectly fine in the state we are in.”

Veronica smiles,“Alright. Well I overhead Jughead talking with Archie. And Jughead is smitten.”

The though Jughead had mentioned he loved you even though you had asked him out with a the line of “You, me, date, Friday. Pick me up at six. Okay bye!”

“Nice to know.” You smile and you begin to walk down the hall and she follows.

“And well Jughead may have mentioned he loves you.”

Your smile grows and Veronica looks at you happily.

“All I have to say is, maybe you should think about loving him back. Just a thought.”

“Just a thought?” You laugh lightly.

“Yeah just a tiny tiny little thought.”

You smile at the memory and slowly open your eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You scream when you look at the mirror once again.

You see it all, the words you wrote with consciousness, you could have done something, you could have saved him, your as bad as a killer.

Is it true? You want to say something yet the words won’t come out. Why won’t anything come out about that day? You don’t want to feel the guilt anymore your ready to tell somebody.

For fucks sake why can’t I tell somebody!

“Hey Y/N!” You hear someone scream from outside the window. You walk over and see Jughead out on your lawn and he waves at you. You don’t wave back and you only notice when you pull away for the window and try to hide everything thrown under your bed.

After that, you run downstairs and you open the door for Jughead. Maybe this, well Jug, was the detox you needed from all havoc you’ve been causing yourself.


You pull him for a hug and catch Jug off surprise for he isn’t a huge hugger. Jughead surprisingly hugs you back.

“Hey… are you okay? You don’t usually hug me when we see each other. Not that it’s a bad thing or anything, I guess.”

You let go,“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You say awkwardly,“I didn’t mean to really…”

You gesture for him to follow as you head up towards your room.

You open the door and look through your closet for a sweater as you hear Jughead shut the door.

“What are you writing about?” You ask as you continue searching. Jughead doesn’t answer you,“Jug?”

You back away from the area and look at Jughead who is twisting his head to read what you wrote on the mirror with a marker.

Shit. You had forgot to clean that up.

You grab your makeup wipes and immediately attempt to clean the mirror as quick as you can. The wipes only smudge the words and it’s still visible, so you take duct tape from the floor and ripe pieces to cover it up.

“You know. I’m just decorating my room.” You say as you rip another piece and stick it over,“I just noticed it’s better without those words.” You speak rapidly.

“Y/N.” Jughead says.

You continue sticking pieces.

“Y/N!” He yells at you now.

You look back at him and try to pull at another piece yet he takes it away from you.

“What the hell are you doing?” He ask setting his bag down and grabbing a hold of your arms.

“Jug let go, let me just-”

“Y/N what the hell is going on?”

“What? What do you mean?”

He sighs,“You think I don’t notice? You started coming into to school with red eyes and bags under them. Your distance and last time I set up a date you didn’t show up.”

You stare hardly at the floor clenching you fists not wanting to feel now both the guilts rising up to take over your thoughts.

“Do you really love me, or was that an illusion you made me believe?”

“What?” He says leaning forward.

You look at him in the eyes grabbing the side of his face and holding him there,“Did you really mention you loved me, did someone really tell me, did you really do it? Or am I making that up?”

Jughead looks at you and he smiles lightly,“No I- I did mention that. I think I love you. I guess Veronica did tell you.”

You let go of his head and wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t question this time, he wraps his arms around you and holds you protectively as you cry. Part of you is happy your not losing all your sanity but still the other part feels it’s still losing itself.

“I’m not very good when it comes to relationships.” Jughead tells you,“So I might be wrong about this. But if something is wrong, you can tell me.”

You wipe you tears with your sleeves and Jughead leans in to kiss your forehead.

“I just- I want to tell someone. I do but the words won’t come out.”

He rubs your back soothingly as you press your cheek against his chest as you continue talking.

“But I saw something, and it’s all I think about Jug. I can’t go a day without having hundreds of flashbacks to it. I feel like I’m not living anymore.”

Jughead pulls back to look at you,“Y/N if you ever need me. I’m here okay?”

You nod and Jughead leans into you to kiss you. It’s slow, very slow, yet it’s okay because this is new. Jughead always gave you peck, for you know he was not the best at kissing, but the longer he kissed the more you felt like he really did love you, even if you’ve only been a official couple for a few weeks.

“You hungry?” He asks you when he pulls away.

“I could go for some food.”

“Oh good. I thought you were going to say no.”

“And what if I did say no?”

“I would still go Y/N. Between you and food, I chose food.”

“Wow, I’m so special.” You chuckle before kissing his cheek.

He swings his bag onto his body and takes your hand in his as he leads the way.

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Calum Hood smut

Summary: Upon over-hearing a conversation Calum had with the boys about you, you decided to act on your feelings for him and things escalate pretty quickly

Word count: 1,700+

You stood the arrivals gate at the airport staring at your hands and waiting for the 5sos boys to return home, more importantly Calum. He was your best friend and you loved him more than you loved yourself. Every time he would go on tour it would tear you apart but you couldn’t do anything about it.

You put your hands into the pockets of your jacket and stared at the gate. You slowly saw them appear and as soon as they walked out Calum took a look around, obviously searching for his best friend. Your eyes locked with his beautiful brown ones and his face lit up like a kid at a candy store. He dropped his bags and pushed past the other 3 boys that were standing in front of him and ran toward you.

With a few long strides you were engulfed in his arms and he lifted you up and spun you around. Just like a movie. That is until the you heard Ashton squeal in the background. “You guys are the cutest couple ever” That effectively ruined the moment and Cal put you down and coughed slightly while blushing. “We’re just friends!” you said exasperated and sounding a little more annoyed than you meant to. “Suuurreee” Luke stretched out and you just shook your head and hugged the other 3 members.

The lot of you headed back to the boys shared apartment in a car. You sat next to Calum and he put his arm around your shoulder. You cuddled into his chest and rested your eyes. A few minutes later you heard Michaels voice. “Mate, she’s beautiful” They thought you were asleep and you were not about to let them know you were awake. “Back off Mike” you heard Calum growl and he squeezed your shoulder possessively.

“But if the two of you are just friends, can’t we have a go at her?” Luke inquired. “You just can’t, okay? She’s mine.” Calum said and his voice softened at the end. “Why can’t you just admit you love her?” Ashton said as if stating the obvious. Calum looked down at you and brushed away a stray hair that was on your forehead. He sighed and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Back at the apartment all the boys were tired so they went to their own rooms and you were currently sitting cross legged on the bed in Cal’s room while he was having a shower. He came out of the bathroom in just his towel and you took him in. You felt the same way about Calum, but could you admit it to him? He was more than perfect in your eyes and he could get any girl in the world. Were you seriously considering ruining your friendship like that? All this time of hiding it, was it worth it? Before your brain could catch up with you, the words flowed out of your mouth.

“Cal, we need to talk.” hearing you, he quickly stepped into the bathroom and changed into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and came to sit in front of you. “What’s wrong Y/N?” he questioned and you just stared at him longingly. “I heard your conversation with the boys in the car” hearing this, all the colour was drained from his face. “Y/N don’t pay attention to it. You know me. I say stupid stuff like this all the time and—” you cut off his rambling and pounced on him, attacking his lips with yours.

You were on top of him with your legs on either side of his waist and his back was on the bed. His lips tasted like cherry and you couldn’t help but let out a moan. You were lost in the moment and you almost didn’t realise Cal tugging at your jacket to take it off. You broke the kiss momentarily and to take off your jacket and re-attached your lips with his. He nibbled at your lower lip and you opened your mouth, slightly enough for him to slip his tongue inside and explore your mouth.

His hands rested on your waist and slowly flipped you over so he was on top. He intwined your fingers with his and brought them above your head and pinned them against the pillow. He held your wrists tightly against the soft fabric of the mattress and moved his lips from yours. He trailed open mouthed kisses slowly from your jaw to your neck. Sucking ever so lightly above your collar bones. His free hand pushed down your t-shirt and sucked at the flesh peeking out from your bra.

He let go of your hands and removed your t-shirt hastily. He squeezed both your breasts and moved his hands back to unclip your bra. You arched your back to give him access and he slid the straps off your arms and threw the bra across the remove. The sexual tension was killing the both of you by now and your patience was wearing thinner with each passing second.

You pulled off his t-shirt with ease and when your chest came in contact with his both of you let out a moan of relief. Calum blew on your already erect nipples and took one of them in his mouth and released it just as fast with a ‘pop’ sound.

He tugged at the waist of your tights and looked up at you silently asking for permission. No words were exchanged but nothing needed to be said either. Each too afraid to ruin the moment. You blinked your eyes granting him permission and he took off your tights. He came back up to your face and captured your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. The love you had for each other being relieved in that kiss. He ground his hips into yours and you could feel his hard on against your pantie-clad core.
He rotated his hips and you moaned but it was muffled by the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him closer to you. Only two pieces of cloth separated you from feeling your best friend inside you. Growing impatient you decided to take matters into your own hands moved your hands down to push down his boxers. He seemed to get the signal since he got up off you and pulled down his boxers causing you to whine at the site of his erection slapped against his stomach.

You wet patch in your panties grew and almost entirely soaked them. You pulled them off and whimpered as the cold air came in contact with your core. Calum groaned at the site beneath him and if possible he seemed to get even more turned on. He placed his palms on either side of your head and lowered himself to kiss you softly on the corner of your lips. “Y/N, do you want to do this?”

Your throat parched from the previous activities but you managed to choke out, “Yes, Cal. I trust you” Instead of thrusting into you, like you wanted him to, he moved his face down to your core and stroked his finger from your entrance to your clit. With his finger being wet now he rubbed your clit with ease. You writhed underneath him and he used his other hand to press down on your waist.

Calum moved his thumb from your clit only to take it in his mouth and suck harshly. “Fuck, Cal” you yelled out. He pushed one finger into you, thrusting at a torturously slow pace, stretching out your walls. He kitten licked your clit at a fast pace and you were over come with pleasure. He added another finger and started moving them in a scissoring action. You fisted at the bedsheets and moaned loudly at his actions. “Do you like that, baby?” Calum asked when he halted his work on your bundle of nerves. “Harder…please” you whispered, but he heard you as he pushed knuckle-deep into you.

You could feel your end nearing and thats when Calum decided to stop. You whined at the loss of contact and scrunched your eyes close tightly. He kissed up your stomach and came up to your face and left feather light kisses across your jawline. Heavily frustrated, you flipped over so you were on top now. You sat up and Calum rubbed your breasts with his calloused hands and you let out a moan.

You took his hard length into your hand and pumped him slowly. You twisted your wrist whilst pumping him and rubbed your thumb across the top spreading the leaking pre cum. At this, Cal bit his lip and groaned. You lined your self at his entrance and slowly sunk down on him. You stayed there for a few seconds, adjusting to the stretching feeling.

You lifted yourself up and sunk down on him again. You repeated this action until the both of you were moaning messes. You starting bouncing quicker now and Cal attached his lips to your nipples. His hands were on your ass, spreading them apart and kneading them. When he started to feel his end nearing he moved his fingers to your clit and rubbed it with pressure. “Fuck, Cal keep going” you some how let out.

He moaned at your words at started rubbing figure eights into your clit. “I’m going to cum” you breathed out. “Me too, Y/N” he replied. Your bouncing got slower and he put his hands on your hips to help you with your actions. He started thrusting his hips upward and you moaned one last time before your walls contracted around him and you released your juices. With a few more thrusts he came in a few spurts and his warmth filled you up.

You lifted yourself off him and laid down next to him. You put your head on his chest and faced upward to look at him. He was staring at you intently and thats when you finally confessed, “Calum, I’m in love with you”

His eyes were filled with joy and he shook his head a little making sure he wasn’t imagining this. “Y/N, I’m madly in love with you” he said and giggled at the end and then broke out into a full blown grin.

Originally posted by hemmoxhood96


I haven’t written anything in a while, so here you go! You have to pay really close attention because this plays a huge role in my next few posts. Plus, it’s like 3AM so I’m sorry if it’s not my best. Enjoy!

Summary: Shawn isn’t sleeping like he should be and it worries you. You try and get him to go to sleep, but it looks like you had to take a different approach.
Requested: Kinda… Not Really. It’ll make sense later.

I ran my hair through my hair as I made my way to the living room. Somehow, I have to get Shawn to stop working and come to bed. If I don’t, he will never go to sleep. I lean against the nearby doorway and watch Shawn from afar. His elbows are rested against his knees and his hands are clasped together under his chin, staring off into space.

“Hey, stranger.” I say making my way into the living room. Shawn opened his eyes and give me a tired smile, extending his arms out to me. He wraps them around my waist once I’m close enough.

“Hey.” He replied, his voice a few octaves deeper. I felt a shiver go through my body at the sound. I sat on his lap as he sat back on the couch with a groan, closing his eyes. I looked around and noticed a bunch of red bull cans along with multiple crumpled papers on the floor. I picked up one of the red bull cans.

“Did you drink all of these? You need a break.” I said, placing the can back on the coffee table. I faced my boyfriend, who was now half asleep with me on his lap. “Shawn!”

“Hmm?” He said sitting up and blinking repeatedly. I could see the bags starting to form under his red eyes. I took a deep breath and ran my hand through his hair, letting my nails softly rake against his scalp. He let out a hum and leaned into my hand, letting his eyes close.

“Shawn, you need to go to sleep.” I stated. Shawn sat up, running his hands over his face.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Babe, you’re exhausted. No matter how many red bulls you drink, it’s not going to change the fact that you need to sleep.” Shawn glanced at his lyrics sheets and papers that were lying on the table.  

“I don’t have time. It’s not that much, really. I just have to figure out the cords to a new song, choose a melody and write the right lyrics before I go on tour, which is in…2 days time.” He said with a sigh. “I just…I have to do this Y/N.”

I watch as Shawn looks at all his work. I can see the wheels turning in his head. He’s so talented and hardworking. He wants to make everything perfect for his fans. He doesn’t want to let anyone down, but he’s only 18. He’s still a growing boy who needs his sleep and if I can’t get him to sleep, then I’ll get to at least relax and take a break. He needs it.With that, I placed my lips on his, kissing him passionately. He kisses back only to pull away.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking up at me with his tired brown eyes.

“If you won’t sleep, then at least take a break and relax. Relax with me.” I say placing my lips back on his. He starts to pull away again, but I deepen the kiss, causing him to let out a moan. My hands find the back of his head, pulling softly at his hair.

He pulls me closer to him, causing me to straddle him. I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth as I trail kisses from the base of his neck to his earlobe, tugging on it with my teeth. Shawn lets out a low moan.

Suddenly, Shawn flips us over, pinning me to the couch in one move, catching me off guard. He started to place excruciatingly soft kisses on my collar bone, trailing them up to just under my ear. I felt my breathing hitch.

“You can’t tease me like that, Y/N,” Shawn whispered in my ear, kissing up and down my neck.

“Why not?” I asked, trying to stay focused on his words and not the pleasure his lips were creating.

“Because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” He whispered against my skin, giving me goosebumps. “You know, not being able to touch you…kiss you, well, everywhere.”

Shawn’s soft lips grazed over mine as he pinned my hands up above my head, interlocking our hands together. He dipped his head to the base of my neck and started to suck on my soft spot. I let out a moan as he softly bit down on it. Finally, his place his lips on mine, his hands planted firmly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, puling him in closer to me.

He fiddled with the waist of my loose, but comfortable, pajamas before sliding them off of me. I felt him smirk into the kiss when he realized I was wearing one of his shirts, which he didn’t remove.  Before he could do anything else, I flipped us over so that I was straddling him as he sat on the couch.

“I’m supposed to help you relax, remember.” I said with a smirk. “I heard that massages are supposed to be very relaxing.” I slowly started to palm Shawn over his jeans, earning a grunt from him. After a few minutes of palming him, I undid his pants and slide them off. “But I think it works better if your pants are off.”

With that, I slide my hand into Shawn’s boxers and started to rub him. He threw his head back and bit down on his bottom lip, his breathing getting faster. Usually, it’s Shawn making me feel like this so it’s nice knowing I have this effect on him. I start to rub faster and a string of curse word flow out of Shawn’s mouth.

“Y/N,” Shawn moans, his hands digging into my hips. “Baby.”

Shawn places his hand over mine, causing me to stop jerking him off. His chest rises and falls rapidly and I could tell he was close. He looks me in the eye as he takes off my underwear.

“I need you.” He states, making my heart jump. He pulls off his underwear and picks me up by my hips with ease. He looks at me and I nod my head.

Shawn gently sets me down on top of him with a grunt. I close my eyes at the pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, causing me to let out a moan. I placed my hands on his chest as I start to roll my hips. Shawn and I let out a moan at the same time.

“Faster, Baby.” He moans. I start to roll my hips faster and Shawn throws his head back and bites his lip again as another string of curse words flow out of his mouth. He holds my hips down, making me go down hard on him. I grab onto his bare shoulder to keep my balance, my nails digging into his skin. ”I’m not gonna last much longer.” Shawn grunts in my ear.

“Me neither,” I pant, throwing my head back at the amount of pleasure I’m feeling. I let out a loud moan as Shawn guides my hips down faster. A low grunt escapes Shawn’s mouth as he places his lips over mine. The kiss is passionate, yet hungry. I let out a whimper as I get closer to my high.  

Soon, Shawn stills inside of me and my vision goes white as our highs wash over us. Shawn’s head drops to the crook of my neck and we are both left panting and sweaty. I grab a nearby blanket and slide off of him.

“I guess your gonna get back to work now?” I ask, hoping I tired him out. Shawn shakes his head, still breathing heavily. He lays beside me, placing kisses on my shoulder blades.

“I knew what your plan was when you started kissing me. It turned out better than I thought.” He said and with that, we both drifted off.


Requested by @let-me-entice-you. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Dean is the omega!reader’s alpha, but hasn’t claimed her yet. A run in with a guy in a bar leads to a fight that ends with Dean needing to make a decision.

Warning: smut, a/b/o dynamics, knotting

Word Count: 2700ish

A/N: Been a while since I’ve written a/b/o, and it was so much fun! Hope you enjoy!

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?” The man is a few inches taller than you, with a strong jaw and classic features, but his smile is a little too leering for you to feel comfortable.

“No, thanks,” you answer politely, holding up your beer bottle to indicate that you already have one.

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Stay With Me (Part 4)

Summary: Directly after the events of CA:TWS, Bucky meets a girl with extraordinary abilities and together they may have a chance to recover from their troubled pasts.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2369
Warnings: Mild language (like, really mild, barely worth mentioning type mild)
A/N: Okay so this part is a bit longer than I intended but I couldn’t help myself because I’ve kinda missed this series, I hope you guys like it! Reader’s thoughts are italicized.

one | two | three | four

Originally posted by dallexs


In truth, this was the first time you met Bucky, the man behind the Soldier, but this wasn’t the first time staring into the most intense pair of steel-blue eyes you had ever seen.

Your voice cracked as you let the tears fall to your cheeks, “You still can’t remember me, Bucky?”

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Spy Date

A/N: Still can’t get the Keep Reading link up. Again, I’m sorry for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.

Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: The Avengers spy on you and Peter on your first date.

Word Count: 2,660


Tony jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. He looked up to see you, a bright smile on your face.

Tony sighed, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, “Try not to do that when I’m working. Unless you want things to blow up, in which case, do it all you want.”

You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry.” You took a deep breath, “So, I have some exciting news.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, “Does it involve me?”

“Not really.”

He waved a hand, “Then I’m not interested.”

You rolled your eyes, “Daaaad.”

Tony chuckled, “I kid. Seriously, I’m not that heartless. What’s up, buttercup?”

You put your hands together, grinning widely, “Peter asked me out!”

Tony froze, processing your words. “Peter? As in Peter Parker? Spiderling Peter Parker?”

You put your hands on your hips, “Do you know any other Peter Parkers? Of course, it’s him, Dad.”

Tony nodded but said nothing. Instead, he started to walk out of the lab.

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to say anything?”

He stopped, turning back to look at you. He placed a hand on his head, “Sorry, hon. Uh, that’s great. Where’s he taking you?”

“Well, first we’re going to eat at the Brooklyn Diner.”


You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, “Then, he’s going to take me to Central Park.”

Your dad scoffed, “That’s not much of a date.”

“It is only the first date.”

Tony blinked, “First date? Are you planning on having more?”

You shrugged, “Well, assuming it goes well, probably. Plus, I really like him. So, yeah, we probably will have more.”

Tony rubbed his chin, “Interesting.” Without saying another word, he walked out of the lab.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Ooookay?”

“(Y/N)’s going on a date.”

Clint chuckled, “Is that why you called us?”

Tony crossed his arms, “This is very serious, Barton.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not. You’re making this serious. She’s a teenage girl.”

“My teenage girl. “ Tony said, pointing to himself.

Sam shrugged, “What difference does it make? Let her have her fun. Besides, it’s only the first date. Nothing ever happens on the first date.”

Steve nodded, “And, besides, she’s going out with Peter. He’s a good kid. He’d never do anything to your daughter, Tony.”

Tony sighed, “Cap, you don’t know that. He’s a teenage boy. You know how they can be.” He looked at Steve again, “Okay, well, maybe not you.”

“You are being dramatic, Stark.” Thor said, pointing Mjolnir at him, “Let the young ones have their fun.”

Bruce nudged the billionaire, “You always say you want her to be happy.”

“I thought you were on my side. Anyway, they did it all wrong. If a guy likes a girl, he has to ask the girl’s dad before asking her out. That’s like Dating Etiquette 101. Apparently, Parker didn’t take that class this semester.”

“That’s a little old-fashioned, don’tcha think, Stark?” Clint popped a chestnut into his mouth.

Tony scoffed, “No. It’s common courtesy. He should have asked me before asking her.”

“Would you have said yes?” Nat raised an eyebrow.

“Ye - no. Maybe. But, he didn’t ask so I couldn’t have said anything.”

Steve sighed, “Okay, we get it. You don’t like the idea of her going out. But, is that the only reason you called us here?”

Tony chuckled, “Oh, no. As (Y/N)’s father, I only care about what’s best for her. So, I need volunteers to help me spy on them.”

Bruce rolled his eyes, “I knew something like this was going to happen.”

Tony raised his hands, “Hands? Come on, I’m not playing spy by myself. Clint, Widow, you’re spies. Help a guy out here.”

Clint stood up, stretching, “This is gonna be hilarious. Sure, I’ll go.”

Natasha sighed, standing up as well, “I’ll go. To make sure that you don’t ruin their date.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to ruin their date. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t ruin her.”

Steve crossed his arms, “Tony, don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”

Tony clasped his hands together, “Well, we know who’s not coming. Anyone else?”

Sam chuckled, “Sorry, Stark. I’m not spying on your daughter.”

Thor held up Mjolnir, “I shall come.”

Tony squinted his eyes, “Yeah, no offense, Point Break. But, you’re not exactly subtle. I guess this will have to do. Nat, use your spy skills to find out when her date is.”

Natasha placed a hand on her hip, “Can’t you ask her yourself?”

“I already asked her where. Go on. She trusts you.”

Natasha let out a sigh, “Whatever.”

With that, she walked out of the meeting room.

You were in your room, typing away on your laptop when you heard a knock on the door. 

You closed your laptop, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Natasha came walking in, “Hey, (Y/N).”

You smiled, getting off your bed and meeting her halfway. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “Hey, Nat. It’s good to see you.”

She hugged you back, rubbing your back, “You, too. Anyway, I heard that you’re going on a date with Spider-Man.”

You chuckled, pulling away from her, “My dad is such a gossip.”

“Are you excited?”

You nodded, “Oh, definitely. I’ve had a crush on Peter for so long. I was thinking of asking him, but I didn’t want to risk being rejected. Plus, my dad would most likely have murdered him if I was rejected. But, he asked me out, so I was worrying for nothing.”

Nat patted you on the back, “I’m happy for you, (Y/N). When are you going?”

You hugged yourself, “Saturday night. He says that Central Park is more romantic at night.”

Natasha smirked, “So, he’s the romantic type?”

You giggled, “Apparently. I’m really looking forward to it. Oh! Do you think you can help me pick an outfit? I want to look nice but nothing too fancy.”

“I would love to.” She gave you another hug before walking out the door.

Saturday had come quicker than you expected. But, you weren’t complaining. Natasha helped you pick out a cute outfit, and you were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your date.

“I want you home no later than eleven, got it?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Dad.”

“And if he does anything to you, let me know.”

You raised an eyebrow at your father, “Dad, this is Peter we’re talking about. Without the mask, he’s a stuttering sweetheart. He’s not going to do anything.”

Tony shrugged, “Hey, it’s been known to happen. And, if he starts to get boring, you can walk out.”

You shook your head, “Oh, brother.”

The ding of the elevator drew your attention away from your dad. The doors slid open, revealing none other than the Spiderling himself.

He smiled upon seeing you. He walked over to where you and your dad were standing.

“Hey, (Y/N). You look great.”

You smiled, “Right back at you, Peter.”


Peter gulped, nervously looking at Tony, “Uh, h-hey, Mr. Stark. Good to, uh, see you, too?”

Tony glared at him, “Bring her home by eleven. And, don’t touch her. You ought to be lucky that I’m allowing this.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yes, sir. Uh, come on, (Y/N).”

You nodded, quickly hugging your father, “Bye, Dad. See you later.”

Tony hugged you back, “Not too much later.”

Eventually, you and Peter made your way out of the Tower.

“All right. Commence Operation: Spy Date.”

“Spy Date? Is that the best you can do?” Clint walked into the room, twirling an arrow in his hand.

“Uh, what are you doing with those arrows?”

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what I always do with these arrows?”

Tony chuckled, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said spy. We are spying. Meaning we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those, Legolas, will draw attention.”

“Don’t act like you know anything about being a spy, Tony. Because, you don’t.” Natasha walked into the room, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top and jeans.

Tony held out a hand towards Nat, “See? Guess we know who the better spy is.”

Clint held his arrow above Tony’s head, “Don’t make me make a kabob out of you.”

“You know, Peter and (Y/N) are not going to be out all night. You want to spy on them, Tony? Then, I suggest we head out.” Natasha got in between the two men and pushed them away from each other.

“Widow’s right. Let’s go.”

The three Avengers got into one of Tony’s cars and drove to the Brooklyn Diner.

Clint and Nat got out of the car, but Tony did not.

“What are you waiting for, Stark? This is your daughter we’re spying on.” Clint placed his sunglasses over his eyes.

Tony nodded, “Exactly. She’ll most likely recognize me no matter how much I disguise myself. Now, go in there and do what spies do. Don’t pick a table too close. I don’t need them getting suspicious. Talk to me through your coms and let me know if he does anything.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “You better hope she doesn’t recognize us either. Come on, Hawkeye. Let’s get this over with.”

“Can we order food? Cause I’m starving.”

Natasha and Clint got a table not too far from (Y/N) and Peter. They held their menus up to shield their faces.

Clint huffed, “Does he want us to listen in on their conversation? Because, we’re too far away.”

Natasha sighed, “Stark is making too big a deal out of this. He ought to let her enjoy her night.”

Uh, you know your coms are on right?” Natasha winced at the sudden intrusion of Tony’s voice in her ear.

She placed a finger on the com, “So what if they are? They’re not doing anything. From what I can tell, they seem to be having a nice conversation.”

Clint reclined in his chair, “Yeah, and besides, they’re sitting across from each other. The most they can do is hold hands.”

No holding hands on the first date.”

Nat shook her head, “Tony, you’re being too much of a dad.”

Uh, I’m sorry. Who has kids around here?”

“(Y/N) just laughed. He must be funny.”

“She laughs at everything. Seriously, if you just look at her, she’ll start laughing.”

“Well, they just got their food. Looks like Parker got a burger while (Y/N) got a cheesesteak.” Clint looked at his menu, “Are we supposed to watch them eat? Because I’m hungry enough as it is. If I knew we were coming to a diner and not going to order anything, I wouldn’t have come.”

(Y/N)’s a very fast eater. She’ll be done soon. And, if you’re hungry, there are plenty of hot dog carts around New York. Just hope there’s one near Central Park.”

“Fine. But, you’re paying.”

About ten minutes later, the two teenagers had finished their meals and were heading out the door.

Nat pushed the button on her com, “Tony, they’re heading out the door.”

I see them. They’re not holding hands, but they’re standing a little too close. Six inch rule, anyone?”

Clint chuckled, “Six inch rule? You are such a dad.”

They’re down the street. You can come out now. We’ll take the long way to Central Park.”

Nat sighed, “We’re on our way.”

Ten minutes later, the three Avengers arrived at Central Park.

“Sweet. Hot dog cart at six o’clock. Pay up, Stark. You owe me.” Clint stuck out his hand, waiting for some money to be placed into it.

Tony rolled his eyes, fishing out a twenty from his wallet. “Here. I expect change.”

Clint looked down at the bill, “A twenty? That’s it?”

Tony put his wallet back in his pocket, “You don’t need a hundred to buy some weiners. Now, go. Before I change my mind.”

“Fine. Nat, you want anything?”

She shrugged, “See if they have corn dogs. If not, just get a dog with mustard and ketchup.”

Clint gave a two-fingered salute before heading over to the hot dog stand.

Tony clasped his hands together. “All right. Let’s go find the kids.”

It didn’t take long for Tony and Natasha to find the two teenagers. (Y/N) and Peter were leisurely strolling along the sidewalk.

“I feel so sorry for her. This must be the most boring date in the history of boring dates.”

Nat rolled her eyes, “Tony, why do you have to be like this? Let (Y/N) enjoy her night. They seem to really like each other.”

Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes on the two teenagers from the bush they were hiding behind, “I don’t care. She’s not ready to start dating.”

“Or, maybe you’re not ready to let her start dating?”

Tony blinked, looking over at Natasha, “What?”

She smirked slightly, “You don’t want her growing up, do you?”

“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m back. Here, Nat. No corn dogs, sorry. You didn’t want any, right, Tony?” Clint handed Natasha her hot dog and crouched down beside them.

Tony didn’t answer.

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?”

Nat took a bite of her hot dog then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “I think Tony doesn’t want (Y/N) to grow up.”

Clint smirked, “Ah, now it all makes sense.”

Tony sighed, “Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.”

Nat put her hand on Tony’s shoulder, “She’ll always be your little girl, Tony.”

Tony chuckled, “Yeah, but she’s not so little anymore. It’s tough, sometimes. In two years, she’ll be old enough to live her life on her own. I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”

Clint smirked, “If you can handle robot armies, you can handle your kid growing up.”

“Well, kids and robots are two very different things. But, I guess I have no choice.” Tony looked up to see the two teenagers with their hands intertwined.

He smiled, “We’re done here. Let’s go.”

About half an hour later, you came walking through the front doors of the Tower with a huge smile on your face.

You entered the elevator, “To my room, JARVIS.”

Right away, Miss Stark.”

After a few minutes, you had arrived on your floor. The elevator doors opened, and you were surprised to see your dad standing there.

“Hey, Dad.”

Tony pulled you into a hug, “Hey, hon. How was your date?”

You blushed, remembering the good night you had with Peter. “Well, this is definitely not going to be the last date.”

Tony smirked, “Ah, so are you two a thing now?”

You grinned, “I’d say so. But, don’t worry. He didn’t kiss me. Well, he kissed my hand, but that’s it.”

Tony smiled, placing his hand on your head, “Well, I’m glad you had a good night. Parker’s a good kid.”

You nodded, “Yeah, he is. I’m going to bed now.” You gave your dad another hug, “I love you, Dad.”

Tony hugged you back, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, too.”

You pulled away then smirked, “You left earlier than I thought.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

You placed your hands on your hips, “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Tony looked down at you, “You know?”

“Yup. I saw your car when we left the diner. Come on, Dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of your cars?”

Tony sighed, “Why must you be so smart?”

“I’m your daughter. That’s why. Did you really have to spy on us?”

Tony placed his arm around you, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess it’s just hard for me seeing my little girl grow up.”

You smiled, leaning into your father, “I know, Dad. But, it’s going to happen eventually. But, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be your daughter. Nothing will ever change that.”

“I know that now.”


Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 6,052

A/U: So I do already have another 3K words written so chill. Still no idea what I’m doing here. 

Your name: submit What is this?

“Fuck,” Shawn muttered on my bare shoulder. “Why can’t I fucking get that right!”

Still breathless I was unfazed by what Shawn was referring to.

“What?” I said through my spacey mind.

That. I can’t keep myself together long enough.” His voice told me he was upset with himself.

Turning my head I found a head full of messy brown curls. He was upset because he came before me again, it was the fifth time now.

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When You Look Me in the Eyes

Summary: The one where Veronica would defend Betty to the death, and Betty is the only thing that can bring her back down to earth despite her overwhelming fury

Word Count: 901

Rating: PG for the most part..

A/N: Inspired by @yellow-beronica // When You Look Me in the Eyes by the Jonas Brothers.

I hope I did your idea justice! xx


“The Riverdale football team just made the worst decision of their lives, crossing me. They’ll regret this.” Veronica slammed her locker shut, across the hall from Betty’s locker. Kevin did his best to calm the infuriated Veronica down, even in the littlest. “Betty’s fine. Look we’ll clean the paint off her locker. Everything will be okay, Veronica.”

Veronica pushed Kevin into the lockers, “Stay out of my way, Keller.” She snapped at the boy, who eagerly backed up. It was true, nobody should mess with Veronica Lodge.

Kevin rushed off to find Betty, and tell her of the situation. Not wanting Veronica to get in over her head. Kevin definitely knew that Veronica wasn’t someone who could be talked down off the edge, unless of course it was Betty doing the talking.

Veronica wouldn’t have let this get on her nerves, something this immature and idiotic would never have bothered her, but it bothered Betty. No amount of Betty telling her it was okay was going to change anything about the situation. Veronica could see the hurt in Betty’s eyes at the words that were written all over her locker. Betty wasn’t crazy, she wasn’t a slut. She was none of those things and Veronica didn’t have the slightest idea as to why the football team thought of the blonde in such a harmful way.

Betty was anything but crazy. She was the biggest sweetheart Veronica had ever known, and she cared for people an immeasurable amount. Betty was the farthest thing from a slut too! “Ridiculous idiots,” Veronica mumbled, her heels clicking against the smooth tile hallways of Riverdale High School. Those words hurt Betty, and Veronica wouldn’t stand for that. No one, and she meant no one was allowed to hurt her Betty. Her eyes nearly mimicked her raven hair, dark with anger as she made her way to the boy’s locker room.

Betty rushed out of the girl’s bathroom after Kevin had come to her aid. “Where’s Veronica now?!” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes after finally stopping herself from crying. What they did shouldn’t have affected her nearly as much as it had.

“Presumably, out for blood.” Kevin rolled his eyes. Betty rushed off to the boy’s locker room, the only place she thought Veronica would be going. Veronica burst into the locker room, her face red hot with anger. Archie was pushed by one of the other players, stumbling and almost losing his towel. “Ronnie, what are you doing here?” He asked eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Back off Andrews, I have no business with you.” Archie, much like Kevin, immediately did as he was told. “I don’t know who you all think you are, but you do not get to mess with Betty Cooper in that way. You’re all such children, it’s unbelievable.” Veronica scoffed, obviously pretty damn pissed off.

“Look Ver-”

“Don’t you, ‘look veronica’ me, you absolute imbeciles. What you did to her will not fly in my book. So don’t you ever mess with my girl again, or we’ll have a serious problem on our hands.” Veronica shouted at the locker room full of wet football players. They just laughed in return, unaware of the kind of damage Veronica could deal.  “I swear to g-“ Veronica was cut off by a familiar hand wrapping around her arm and holding her back from physically beating one of the guys down.

“Ronnie. It’s okay.” Betty’s sweet voice filled the air, nearly instantly calming Veronica down. Veronica turned to Betty, still fuming on the inside. Betty placed her other hand on Veronica’s arm, rubbing it gently. Their eyes met, Betty’s lips parting to breath out four words, “Ronnie. I love you.” Betty knew that was sure to somewhat calm Veronica down if not completely bring her back to earth. Veronica’s brown eyes softened when she looked at Betty. It was as if the whole world around them slowed down to a complete stop, like it was just B and V and no one else in the world. It was a feeling neither of them would ever forget, one that made their hearts soar. Betty led Veronica out of the locker room, but not before Veronica glared at everyone to remind them not to step out of place.

Betty laughed softly, “Thank you for standing up for me, even though you didn’t need to…seeing you angry makes me equally scared and turned on, which is strange.” The two girls walked down the empty hallway of Riverdale High, hand in hand, smiles on their faces. Every one noticed how they looked at each other. They were obviously in love. Anybody with eyes could see that.

Veronica pulled Betty off into a janitors closet without so much as a warning. “Okay when I said turned on, I didn’t mean ‘let’s do it in the janitors closet’, you dork.” Betty rolled her eyes, even though it was practically pitch black in the closet. “Shut it Elizabeth Cooper, I only brought you in here to kiss you.”

Without another word, their lips connected, sending shivers down both of their spines. After a bit of heated kissing Veronica pulled away, the slightest glimmer of a smile shining through the darkness. “Every time you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me, I know everything is going to be alright.” Betty’s smile was uncontainable, “I love you. You dork.”

BTS’s reaction to you knowing Arabic:

A/N: Thank you for sending in this lovely request. I don’t really know much about the Arabic language, but I researched a bit (holy crap it’s such a pretty language, I want to learn how to write it now!) and tried my best. Please forgive any mistakes I might make. Enjoy ~

Jin: “Honey?”

“Hmm?” You looked up to Jin, his eyes dancing across from yours.

“Teach me some puns in Arabic.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Your puns are bad enough in English and Korean. Please… no more…”

“Aw come on!” He pawed at your stomach, tickling as a form of torture to get what he wanted.

“Alright, alright!” you cried, “I’ll teach one joke. All you have to say is: uḥibbuk. You should say it lots and lots.”

It was Jin’s turn to roll his eyes. “I’m not stupid, honey. I know ‘uḥibbuk’ means ‘I love you.’”

You grinned at him, tongue poking out. “So say it more often.”

“Don’t you know it already?”

“Nope,” you tried to pout, but ended up grinning.

“Fine.” His lips found your forehead, your nose. Then your mouth. “Uḥibbuk. I love you.”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi: “Y/N, read to me please,” Yoongi collapsed into your lap. His milky coffee eyes peered up at you, face clouded with sleeplessness.

You held up the book you were reading for him to see, “This book’s in Arabic. You won’t understand any of it, Yoongi.”

“I don’t care,” his rasped, “I just want to hear your voice.”

You felt your cheeks press up in a smile. When Yoongi was most tired, he’d always ask you to read him to sleep, purring about how much he loved your native language, how much he loved your silky tones, how much he loved you. Looking down into amnesia-bruised eyes, you knew Yoongi needed this. His head heavy against your thigh, eyelids heavier still, blinking lazily, he reached up a hand to brush your cheek. “Please, Y/N… Just one chapter.”

You shifted your legs to support his head better, then returned your attention to the book. “Okay, just one chapter.”

Originally posted by yovibeispretty

Hoseok: “Y/N…” Hoseok’s voice was softer than you were used to. It made you attentive, tuning in to him, wondering if there was something wrong. But all the signals you were used to - turned down lips, folded brows, the harbingers of trouble – were absent. There was only his chocolate eyes blinking, and a soft glow on his cheeks. “I have something I want to say,” he announced.

You settled beside him, knotting your fingers up with his, and giving him your full attention.

He licked his lips, pulling out a piece of paper. “Alright, so… I wanted to say this in Arabic. Since it’s important. I asked some of my friends to help me translate – and well… it might have some mistakes, and maybe I’m pronouncing it wrong… and-”

“Jung Hoseok, just say it already!”

Hawwāmtī mumtil'ah bi'anqalaysūn,” he blurted.

There was pause. Then you burst into laughter. “I don’t think your friends were very helpful with translation.”

Hoseok’s face fell. “Why? What did I say?”

“My hovercraft is full of eels,” you repeated his own words.

“I’m going to kill Namjoon and Yoongi.”

“What was it meant to say?” you asked, wondering what the importance of eels were. And why were they in a hovercraft?

“It was meant to say: I love you,” Hoseok said, “But I think that ruined the moment…”

“No, no, hovercrafts and eels are very romantic!”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Namjoon: Normally, Namjoon loved airports - the place where hundreds of cultures blended together into one living, beating mass. It was the perfect place to sit, and people-watch, listening to a chorus of different languages and lives.

But today, Namjoon couldn’t enjoy the atmosphere. He was stressed, sweaty, and very, very lost. He glanced up at the noticeboard, searching for his flight time, but only getting confused by the unfamiliar Arabic script. Checking his boarding card didn’t help either – the flight number stared back blankly. There was nothing for it, he’d have to ask. But there weren’t any staff about, just travelers, bustling busily about.

He scanned the sea of people, searching for someone to help. And his eyes fell on you. You were sitting across from him, playing on your phone, brows cutting a small dent in your forehead as you frowned in concentration. Namjoon found himself smiling at the endearing expression, despite his best attempts to restrain it.

He stepped forward. “Excuse me?”

You didn’t look up at first, not realising that he was talking to you. Namjoon was beginning to realise how bad an idea this was, but he’d started making a fool of himself, so he’d see it through to the end.

“Excuse me?”

Your eyes flicked up to his. “Lā afham,” you said, frown deepening.

Namjoon stood mute for a moment, unsure what to do next. Then he got his phone out of his back pocket, and opened up Google translate, typing in what he wanted to say. Thank goodness for technology!

With a final tap, he turned his phone to you so that you could read. Your expression softened as you began to understand what was going on. With a smile, you pointed him in the direction he should be going, and with that, Namjoon decided that he really did love airports after all.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Jimin: There’s one thing you always do when visiting any new country: run out into the fresh air, breath it in, and reach your hands up towards the flaxen clouds. Ask: do these skies look different from the skies back home?

Your boyfriend was very amused by this habit when he first took you back to Korea.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips, the way it always did when he was trying to understand you.

You turned to him, stretching your arms out his way. “Enjoying the scenery, what does it look like?”

“Like you’re trying to summon the god of the sun,” he rumbled, as he accepted your waiting arms, pulling you into his chest.

“Why would I need to do that, when he’s already here,” you joke, pulling back to grin up at him.

“Funny.” It’s said in a monotone, but he’s trying hard not to smile. 

You stick out your tongue at him. “It’s beautiful though, right? In my language, we’d say, jamila.” You like telling him Arabic words, so he can repeat them to you in a smooth accent.

As always, he does just that. “Jamila.” He’s not looking at the scenery.

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Taehyung: You and Taehyung live your life in a blur of stolen kisses and grabbed hands. You don’t have much time together – with Taehyung’s job tugging him around the globe, and you being stuck on the spot, waiting for the days he can come back to you.

It hurts, but those moments when he flies home, runs to your arms, and smothers your face in kisses – those moments are what you live, breathe, exist for. Worth it.

So when you get a phone call, when you pick up and hear him on the other end (“I’m coming over.”) your heart kicks back into life, veins pulling back vibrant red.

“Where are you?” you ask.

“At - the - airport,” his voice is punctuated by his breath, “I’m – running over – now.”

“No, I’ll come and get you.” You’re already hunting for your shoes.

“It’s okay. It’s not far. Stay where you are.”

You nod your head, then remembering he can’t see you, answer: “Alright. But hurry over.”

“Right.” Then he adds, “Inni mushtaaqun ilaykii. I miss you.”

And your heart implodes. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook: You swooped your pen across the page, watching the black ink swim onto the white parchment, looping and curling into script. There was something so relaxing about creating art out of words, creating words out of nothing. Rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand, you admired your handiwork, watching how the sunshine spilled over the glossy black lines of calligraphy. Around you, the park hummed with activity, people bustling past. In the dappled shade of the trees, you were out of sight, in your own little world.

Until he came over.

His black hair was falling into his eyes, and his lips were trembling on an uncertain smile. “Um… hi,” he said, breathy and nervous.

“Hi,” you smiled back, squinting up at his face, framed in the sunshine.

He stood for a moment, pressing his lips together, unsure how to go on.

You decided to put him out of his misery. “I’m Y/N,” you said, “What’s your name?”

His tense form softened, dispelling his nerves. “Jungkook, it’s Jungkook,” he said, as he plopped down on the grass beside you. “That’s really pretty.” His finger hovered over the page you were working on, “What does it say?”

“Be patient and you’ll get what you want,” you translated, “It’s an Arabic proverb.”

Jungkook peeked across at you, a smile slowly easing onto his lips. “I like that,” he said.

Somehow, you felt as if you’d already got what you wanted.

Originally posted by jengkook

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when you're upset


 When he sees you’re upset, his first instinct is to fight whoever it was. “Who is it? Was it Jefferson? I’ll kill him. Give me a name!" 

You’d insist that you were fine and also begged him not to hurt anyone, but he’d give you this look. He knew you when you weren’t okay, and being the resilient man that he was, he wouldn’t let you out of his sight until you told him what was wrong. He’d listen to you rant, and if the case came, he’d even cry with you. He was always reassuring with his words, reminding you of how great you were, calming you down if needed and told you not to let other people get in your head (especially people like Jefferson). He never let you go without a kiss on the head. To you, it meant safety and security. Even at night, he’d send you one more reassuring text that would be enough for you to rest easy. 


 When you’re upset, he crumples. You’re not the type to get emotional easily–he knows this. He knows you so to see you so sad makes him sad. He takes you somewhere quiet, and just holds you. He listens intently when you talk and rubs your back when it’s hard to get out certain words. Even when you can’t speak, he holds you tightly and rocks you back and forth in his arms to get you to calm down. He’d even make sure you got home okay and even then he wouldn’t let you be alone. Sometimes, he’d pop in a movie and sit with you, stroking your hair and humming softly as he held you. When you fell asleep, he’d stay the night, either sleeping with you or crashing on the floor. Usually you’d be okay in the morning, waking up to hug your best friend and thank him profusely. 


The French are naturally very affectionate, so it was no surprise to you that Lafayette could be very touchy. If you were ever in a bad mood, he would cuddle with you and baby you to no end. "Ma cherie!” He’d exclaim, already pouting at the sight of you. “I’m here.” He’d say those words in English and it meant the world to hear him say those two little words. If he saw a single tear, you’d be pulled into his arms immediately and peppered with kisses to remind you that you were loved. If you weren’t your usual cheery self, he made sure to check up on you or have someone else do so. He dropped everything to be with you. Lafayette was always there for you and although the language barrier was a bit of a problem, it made him a great listener.


He knows you well enough to know when you are upset. It’s usually even before you start crying that he coaxes you into talking. He’ll see your eyes water or your lip tremble, and he’d bite his lip. He might ask “You okay?” just to start and if you nodded no, he’d silently pull you in for a hug. Nothing needed to be said. He understood that you were going through something tough right now. Whether you wanted to tell him or not didn’t matter–he just wanted you to know that he’d be there. You’d rest your head in his chest and his strong arms wrapped you up. Often he didn’t always understand why certain things bugged you, but he’d sit with you and listen and make sure you’re okay. You loved him for it because he’d help you figure the problem out. He gave the best advice and did whatever he could to help you.

Destruction Of A Muse [Part 2]

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Part [1]

Warning: Blood mention

“Just tell me.” Namjoon groaned, clearly fed up with you withholding information from him. Not to mention the killer hangover that was drilling at his skull from the inside out.

“No.” You murmured around a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie, chomping on it before stuffing another into your mouth.

He had his arm draped over his eyes to shield them from the light, but he removed it just to give you a pointed glare. “I didn’t even see you talk to anyone last night, how are you meeting someone?”

You brushed some stray crumbs off of your shirt, snorting when Namjoon spluttered and rolled away from you from his position on the floor when a few sprinkled onto him. “You didn’t see me talk to anyone because you had your head all the way inside that girls mouth.”

“Hey,” He grumbled, pointing a long finger at you. “She is a lovely woman.”

“What’s her name?” You blinked down at him, another cookie poised between your thumb and forefinger, ready for you to take a bite.

Namjoon squinted up at you, not saying anything as he once again draped his arm across his eyes. “At least I’m not telling you because I don’t know, not because I’m some hoarder of secrets.”

You rolled your eyes back in your head, inhaling half the cookie in one bite before nudging the other half against Namjoon’s lips, smiling to yourself when he gobbled it up in seconds. “Okay,” You started, “It’s Suga.”

He shot up into a sitting position so quickly that you jerked back, the packet of cookies crunching as you skidded into them. “What?” He stared at you with wide eyes, cringing for a second with the way his voice had the dull thudding in his head turning into a painful banging.

“What?” You asked, brows furrowed together in confusion.

“Y/N…” Namjoon began, cutting himself off to shake his head in disbelief. “No.”

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Prompt: Heyy, if you’re up for it, can I request an imagine where Negan was coach before the apocalypse (your 18-19 now) and  he finds you by  the road, realising you were his student and he takes you back to the Sanctuary and is really protective of you?? Sorry if it’s too long, love your blog <3 – Via @maddiemoo16602

Ships: None
Words: 1,369
Warnings: Curses
Category: Angst with a dash of fluff


You were walking down a street of an abandoned town, dilapidated houses either side of you. You kept your eyes peeled for any sort of movement. You heard nothing except the winds rushing through broken windows and long absent streets.

Ivy crawled up the once neatly panelled houses like a parasite. The neatly trimmed lawns and flowers which may have once been well kept and colourful were now overgrown with weeds which had killed the beautiful roses and daisies that once bloomed there long ago.

Your stomach rumbled as it had been for the past week. You had eaten nothing but a dead rat and even then you only ate half of it, its milky eyes felt although it was staring at you from beyond the grave.

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Battle Scars

A/N: FINALLY FEELING BETTER!! YAY! I STARTED THIS BEFORE I LEFT FOR AMERICA AND WROTE LIKE THE LAST HALF TODAY WHEN I FINALLY FELT BETTER! Anyways thank you for your patience and her is Yet another request from a Anon. I do hope I make you proud. :)

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Summary: After being injured on a case, Y/N decides to patch up Lucifer. However she fids more scars than she was in for.

Warnings: Nope


Originally posted by thechloris

Ever since you had met Lucifer at your sister, Dr. Linda Martins office, he had immediatly struck you as the reckless type. With beautiful eyes and a troublemaker smile you could tell that he was definitly the type liked to live dangerously. 

Maybe thats why you were so drawn to him

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I Give Up - part 23 (A Baekhyun Series)

The heat of Baekhyun’s body around you warmed you through, despite the cooling of the bath water around you. At least that’s what you told yourself as you began to cool off and the slight shivering made you feel dizzy again.

“Are you ready to get out?” You heard his soft voice speak up from your shoulder and you sighed before you nodded your head reluctantly.

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Please - Michael Clifford

Warning: A little smutty

A/N: I haven’t written in so long, so its a little rough.

Requested: Yes - Picture above

Requests are Open



The air is thick with suspense. The words on Luke’s lips begin to pour out. “I dare you… to show Y/N, your dick,” Luke lets out a girly giggle. And this is why you never played truth or dare with the boys. Although fun at times, it always became risqué. And usually, being the only girl in the circle, it had something to do with you.

When Micheal had invited you over you thought, ‘Hey, why not?’. You and the other boys (Calum, Ashton, and Luke) had been friends, mostly because you were best friends with Micheal. You and Micheal had been close since a couple years ago when he spilt coffee on you. It had been like a bad fanfic, but you only ended up being very close friends. Although you wouldn’t mind….

“No Ashton,” Micheal says, placing a hand on Ashton’s hand that was gripping his waistband, ready to pull. You squeal, coming back to reality and realizing what was just about to happen. You quickly cover your eyes and begin to yell on repeat, “Ashton, No. NO. no. No. NO.”  

Luke and Calum lets out a hearty laugh and Ashton looks at everybody in confusion. “What’s the matter?” He slurs, having consumed the most alcohol in the group. You uncover your eyes to glance at Micheal who is glaring at Luke and Ashton, his eyes flirting between the two of them repeatedly.

“Okay, Micheal, your turn,” Luke announces with a devilish smile on his lips. Michael perks up at the mention of his turn. “I dare you to grab Y/N by the pussy” Luke says, probably not realizing he’s quoting Trump.

You might have demanded Michael not to if you weren’t so drunk, if you didn’t actually like him. Plus, Micheal has accidentally touched you before, just a slip of the hand. Michael agrees, staggering to a stand, and motions sloppily for you to stand also. You get up.

Michael plunges a hand, down your pants and into your underwear. He is still standing about six inches away from you. His thick padded fingers worked gently over your folds, and then two slipped into you. You barely register what is going on. Nobody has touched you like this in ages. He makes a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers while still inside of you, causing a low moan to leave your lips. You stumble forward, your head pressing onto his chest. You can hear his heart beat racing, then he lifts your head up with his other hand. He fits your lips onto his, his fingers pumping into you. You gently buck your hips onto his fingers, desperate for more friction.

“Whoa” Calum moans, causing you to quickly pull away from Micheal. Calum’s dick is slightly propped up into a semi. Micheal slips his hand out of your pants. “Sorry,” He mutters.

“Don’t be” You whisper back. You both sit down and the game sadly continues.

Its about three weeks later and you and Micheal are hanging out in your bed. Michaels hand is resting on your upper thigh. You are concentrating on the movie that is playing between you on your laptop when Micheal’s hand slips a little. His hand is now resting on your inner thigh. You glance over at him, but he looks like he is concentrating on the movie. You don’t question what he is doing. Your eyes run back over to the movie when you feel a pressure on your lower region. You look down to see Micheal’s hand and then back to Micheal.

“I know you remember,” he whispers. Your about to deny knowing what he is talking about when he presses down. It’s just a little friction, but you have the urge to moan. “That night when we played truth or dare. And I touched you. and you loved it.” Your about to deny it again, but he starts rubbing circles. “And I know that you like me,” He says, and once again you are about to deny it, but he presses harder into the circles he’s rubbing and you let out a small whine.

“Just say the word,” Micheal whispers into your ear.

“Please” You beg.