she puts her legs in his lap

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.



The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.


It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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Bts ignoring you and you calling them “Daddy” to get their attention

A/N: Second day of everyday doing reactions with Li. I had a very stressful day, but I’m happy I managed to finish this. All reactions are requested. <3 Li


As per usual Jin was too absorbed in thinking about the other members and their health in the form of a nice menu or a place to eat that won’t damage his boys health. That made him forget about you. It was uncommon for him so it made you feel strange-less appreciated. But there was something that always got his attention “Daddy…” the word slipped of your tongue so easily. Jin eyes widen at the beginning and you thought that he’ll react unusual but he didn’t. He just put back his calm face and opened his legs so you could sit on his lap. “Did daddy neglect his princess?”


When Yoongi was working usually meant he waas working so he ignored everything around him. You too. And that was literally the only thing you didn’t like about Yoongi. But he had his weak points,one of which was “Daddy…baby girly is bored.” Yoongi would turn around an evil smile covering his face “Is she now? How sad I have work so she’ll have to find something to do for an hour and after that Daddy is hers. But until then,baby should behave.”


Namjoon was from those people that were getting so absorbed in a book they forget everything around them. It was around 7 o'clock in the night when you understood that if you let him he’ll read all night long. So that called for a good distraction. And the only better thing to do with your free time is…“Daddy?” Namjoon didn’t even move his eyes from the book but his lips did. “What baby?” drastic times, drastic measures “I need you.” this time Namjoon did move his eyes hidden behind Harry Potter like golden glasses. A serious expression has taken his usually soft features. “Very good then. On the couch Y/N. Next to me. Good girl. Now open your legs. Good. Now leave it to me.” his hand made contact with my hot thigh and his eyes with the book.

*I know it’s a picture, but look at him*


Hoseoks attention was always on you when he was with you, so you didn’t understand why now, in your shared bed, cuddling,it was obvious his mind was somewhere else. And obvious the comeback choreography. You loved that he had so many roles in the group and the others called him the base. But you felt the pressure starts to gets the best of him"Daddy?“ Hoseok attention returned to you so fast. "Daddy is sorry baby. I’ve got a lot on my mind lately. I’m sorry. Daddy is in special need of cuddles and a little something else because this nightgown will be the death of me.”


Jimins love and pation beside you was dancing. So it came natural to you that sometimes he would dance all night long, but you haven’t seen him in three days and when you finally saw each other he excused himself and asked you if he could practice while you were talking. That made you bratty af. “Daddy!” Jimin stopped moving, turned around slowly, licked eyes with you and you noticed their color changing from the warm hazelnut color to dark moca brown. “Are you being bratty Y/N? True, I haven’t seen you in few days and it’s true that it’s my fault, but I won’t tolerate that bratty tone. Have you forgotten your manners baby? I think we’ll have a learning session tonight." 


Tae and shopping. Shopping and Tae. Galleries and Tae. Tae and galleries. Tae being aesthetic little piece of ignorant shit. Why did he choose a bratty princess like you? "Daddy…Y/N wants to go home.” you said pounting your face at him. “Y/N will wait half an hour.” said Tae with look of warning. It was way more thab half an hour and you knew that. Lately with all the tours, songs and varieties you were barely been able to see him and him not paying attention to you made you salty “Daddy!” Tae hand wrapped around your waist bringing you to his chest.“Be careful Y/N. My patience is wearing thin and knowing that I haven’t touched you in a while makes me go crazy. So behave little girl.”

*masculine Tae, with meat on his bones is a religion, get used to this gif*

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Jungkook training was the hottest thing on Earth. His hair was slicked back and little drops of sweat were painting his face. His shirt was nowhere to be seen and his expression was one of total concentration. But in reality his home fitness was taking away him from you. And that, no matter how much you liked sucking flowers on those muscles,was a problem. So one day it all became too much. “Daddy.” it slipped without you even realising it. Jungkook stopped in the middle of the push up, amazing you one more time. “Come here Y/N.” You walked to him and the difference was funny, but it was because of him laying on the floor. And in the next second he wasn’t. He was right in front of you. “Say it again.” his expression was wild and holding in the promises of all those times you couldn’t be together.

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Giving In

In which Harry and y/n are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

A/N: Shoutout to @stylesunchained for the title because I was seriously stumped.  Anyway, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS! This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written so… enjoy. 

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anonymous asked:

Okay, I've seen tons of fics and hcs about Zen falling for MC while she is with Jumin, but what about the other way around? Jumin falling for MC while she's in love with Zen hcs, pretty please?

Hum… interesting… and maybe a little angsty? Yep, definitely!

Hope this is what you wanted:

Jumin falls for MC while she’s with Zen

  • It started after a meeting, Jumin was trying to hire Zen to model to some C & R product, and you, as his manager, was discussing the terms on his contract
  • Jumin was impressed, you were confident, persuasive, and smart. And when the deal was set, you smiled so sweetly he felt a heat growing inside him.
  • You were different from what he remembered, that sweet girl who used to fangirl over Zen with his assistant has turned into this powerful business woman, without losing that sweetness from the messenger.
  • He catches himself thinking of you often. Will you log in the messenger today? What will you talk about with him?
  • He just realized this wasn’t just admiration seeing some photos that were on the news. You between Zen and him with the subtitle: Musical star Zen and his manager/fiancée pose with C & R’s director Jumin Han, celebrating a new model contract.
  • He couldn’t stop staring at that picture. Zen holding your waist and smiling while he placed a hand in your shoulder, he remembers the smoothness and warmth of your skin and… what’s happening?
  • He makes excuses to see you more often, always offering Zen gigs and setting meetings about guests for RFA parties.
  • Some of them happen in his penthouse, having you in his home makes him feel so comfortable, for some reason.
  • Even Elizabeth seems to like you, she rubs her head in your leg and you caress her smiling. He suddenly wonders how would it feel having your fingers running in his hair slowly.
  • Seeing you with her finally makes him understand. He wants you.
  • “I hope I’m not bothering you by asking you to meet me in my house, MC.” “No, not at all, I prefer RFA meetings happening in less formal places. Plus, it’s good to see Elizabeth after so long.” And you put her in your lap, making her purr. He feels like he could purr too just seeing you like this.
  • “I thought you didn’t like cats…” he needs to distract himself from his wild thoughts. “I like cats, I just can’t have them around because of Hyun.” Hyun? Ah, Zen… he was forgetting about Zen…
  • “How is he? How are… you two?” he’s curious after you shared this little fact about not being able to be around cats, maybe there are other things you’re sacrificing to make Zen happy?
  • “He’s fine. Very busy with recording sessions and photo shoots, but everything is… pretty great. We’re both so tired all we want to do is sleep all day, but we still have a wedding to plan, so… yeah, we’re happy.” You smile so sweetly he could melt, but you’re talking about your happiness and your wedding with another man, and he stiffens immediately.
  • “The wedding… yes, Luciel keeps bothering me about Zen’s bachelor party, he wants me to host. Can you imagine?” your eyes gleam. “Would you? Don’t take me wrong, but I’d be happy knowing you’re taking care of this, taking care of Hyun. I know you wouldn’t let things go out of control. You’re a control freak just like me, right?” he’s happy to know you two have something in common, even if it sound a little like an offense.
  • “Well, if this will manage to calm you down, I’ll do it. I happen to know brides should never feel stressed.” You laugh softly, oh… making you laugh is much more than he could ever ask.
  • “Thank you, Jumin. No stripers, ok? This would be inconvenient for his career… and who am I kidding? I would be jealous as hell.” “I wasn’t thinking of inviting stripers. And may I say Zen would be the most foolish man alive if he ever left you for stripers?” you blush a little… oh god…
  • “Thank you, Jumin. Oh! Look at the time! I have a meeting with this TV producer. If they’re offering a deal for a soap opera again, I swear I’ll rip someone’s head off!” you gently put Elizabeth on the floor “Anyway, wish me luck!”
  • “Good luck. Not that you need it, you’re competent enough to set this by your own merits.” He notices a pale shade of pink again, god… Zen is the lucky one here.
  • You pass right beside him and pat his shoulder. “Thank you for the bachelor party. I knew I could trust you. I always can.” You’re close, too close… but you’re happy with Zen, and you trust him, doing something would only make you lose the only sweet feeling you have for him, he can’t lose your trust…
  • “It’s nothing. I couldn’t risk having one of C & R models in a scandal about stripers.” He shrugs, trying not to look at your beautiful face.
  • “Yes, sure.” You squeeze his forearm lightly “See you around, Jumin. Good bye, Elizabeth!” and you walk away.
  • Jumin sighs staring at Elizabeth. He wished he could explain to her what’s going through his head, but she wouldn’t understand, not even he does.
  • He remembers Zen admitting all the jealous he felt before. Jumin couldn’t fully understand at that time, now he does.
  • Zen would always complain about Mr. Trustfund Kid having everything he wants, but he doesn’t have everything… all he wants is your love, but it belongs to Zen.
  • For the very first time, he envies Zen. Zen is the one who has everything.
  • He needs wine to sort out his thoughts. That’s what he always does, right?
  • He still had hope one day somebody would be able to untangle the knots inside his heart, but the only person capable enough is too busy planning her wedding with another man.
  • Once again, here he is thinking about a woman that will never be his.
Rising Waters

SUMMARY: Being the sherriff’s daughter has its ups and downs. Up: free rides after your car has broken down during torrential downpours. Down: this ride happens to be Deputy Jordan Parrish, leading to a new development.

WORD COUNT: 2,707 words


NOTES: none :) and you might spot some s.f.fitz lines because my friend send me a lot of quotes from his writings and it kind of influenced this piece (and there is much more after this but I don’t think I’ll be posting it…)

(Y/n) growls under her breath, kicking the back tire hard as rain comes down harder. Her Jeep just gave up on her after a very late night round of lacrosse practice at the school, and with a massive storm heading to the town, she can’t imagine how she’ll get home.

A car horn grabs her attention and she turns around, shielding her eyes from the downpour as a deputy’s car pulls up. The passenger window is rolled down to reveal Parrish, and she let’s out a relieved sigh.

“Need a ride?” he calls out as thunder shakes the ground. She nods and grabs her backpack from the keep, quickly climbing into the front seat of the SUV.

“You are my favorite person right now,” she says as she sighs again. Parrish chuckles and pulls out of the school parking lot, turning left towards (y/n)’s house.

“What happened to the Jeep?” he asks, and she looks at him.

“It’s one of the oldest prices of crap on the road,” she tells him. “I guess the engine finally quit on me.” He chuckles but stops as he sees the street in front of him.

“Shit,” he hisses, and (y/n) looks through the torrential rain. The streets are flooded, the water rising quick. “All the other roads are blocked to your house.”

“Damn,” she hisses, and he backs up to continue going straight before the water can reach his car. “What now?”

“The station is bare staffed right now,” he explains. “Your father went home hours ago, and from what I hear, your brother is home.”

(Y/n) sighs and leans back, shivering in the wet clothes. Parrish looks over and frowns.

“You’ll stay with me until the rain quits,” he says, turning right.

“Are you sure?” she asks, putting her arms around herself for warmth.

“Yeah, I’ll call your dad when we get to my place,” he says with a nod. He looks to her and she gives him a grateful smile, one he makes sure to return.

They pull into his apartment complex just a few minutes later and the water is up to the middle of the lifted tires. (Y/n) grips her bag and they give a nod to each other, sprinting out of the car and up the stairs. They laughs loudly, almost over the sound of the thunder, and Parrish opens his apartment door.

(y/n) drops her bag and they take off their soaked shoes as he shuts and locks the door. She looks at him, his clothes soaked like her and hair messy, and she can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Parrish asks, running his hands through his hair. “You should see yourself.” She laughs harder and he grins. “Come in, I’ve got some clothes you can change into.”

He leads her to his bedroom and as they walk through his apartment, she realizes how cluttered it is. Bullets and wires lie on the tables, books on the floor in pikes up to her knees. But the organized chaos feels welcoming to her, and she smiles a little.

“Here,” he says, tossing her a BCPD shirt, one long enough to go mid thigh on her. She nods and he points to the bathroom. “I’ll find a pair of shorts-”

“This should be fine,” she tells him, figuring the shirt could double as a dress. “Thanks.” She walks into the bathroom and changes out of the wet clothes quickly, hating the feeling of the cold fabric on her skin. She sets her clothes on the edge of the bathtub and runs her fingers through her hair. She slides the shirt on and it goes just a few inches below her waist, enough to cover her to where she’s comfortable with it.

She opens the bathroom door and sees Parrish is still changing in the bedroom. He has his shirt off but a pair of sweatpants on, his hair disheveled as he slides a shirt on. (Y/n) can’t seem to do anything but stare, until she snaps herself out of the daze and walks out to him.

“See?” she shows him. “Basically a dress.” He laughs, grabbing his phone.

“I better call your dad now,” he says and she nods as they walk to the living room. They sit on the couch and (y/n) picks up some stray bullets, rolling them around in her hand.

“Hey Stilinski,” Parrish says, grabbing her attention. “(Y/n)’s Jeep broke down and all the roads to your house were blocked, so she’s with me until it clears up.” (Y/n) can’t hear what her father says. She lies down, putting her legs on his lap and resting her head on the pillow. Parrish laughs at her, pulling her legs closer.

“Yes sir, I’m taking the couch,” he says, and (y/n) sits up.

“No, I am,” she tries to shout into the phone, but Parrish playfully pushes her back down. She scrunches her nose, a look he happens to adore on her, and crosses her arms.

Parrish hangs up the phone and looks to her. “I’m taking the couch,” he repeats slowly as he stands, and she stands with him.

“That’s not fair!” she argues. “This is your place, not mine-”

“You’re the guest, and just so happened to be sheriff’s daughter,” he says, looking down at her as he steps closer. “No way in hell I’m not taking the couch.”

She groans in frustration, falling back onto the couch and crossing her arms as she lies down. “Not if I fall asleep first,” she says with an involuntary yawn, grabbing the blanket at her feet and covering up.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he mumbles, turning the lights off. She smiles at him as he walks to his bedroom, where he climbs under the covers but makes sure to keep the door open. The sound of thunder echoes through the apartment and not before long, (y/n) ends up falling asleep on the couch.

Parrish waits about half an hour, making sure she really is asleep, and walks back out to the living room. He slides his arms under her legs and back carefully, her head naturally resting on his chest. He carries her into the bedroom and he sets her down on the bed, covering her up with a victorious grin.

“Damn you, Jordan,” she growls lowly, burying her face into the pillow. He just laughs and walks back out to the couch, taking his spot and covering up.

Not even five minutes pass before (y/n) shuffles out to him, lightning the only thing guiding her to the couch. She takes his hand and pulls him up, making him frown as she drags him to the bedroom. She climbs under the covers and continues to pull him, and he laughs as he’s forced to lie under the covers.

“There,” she says, putting her face into a pillow and keeping only a few inches of room between them on the large bed. “We both win.” He laughs covers her up more. He takes his shirt off and sets it next to him, and they both fall asleep to the sound of the storms.


She doesn’t know if it was the thunder that shook the apartment that woke her, or the flashes of lightning, but she wakes as the clock on the nightstand reads 2:17.

She frowns and sits up, looking over to Parrish. She catches a glimpse of his face as lightning strikes outside. It’s riddled with pain and he grips the sheets with white knuckles. He tosses and turns, and she realizes he’s having a nightmare.

“Jordan,” she whispers, placing a hand on his shoulder. He growls under his breath, still asleep, and she shakes his arm. “Jordan, you need to wake up,” she says a little louder. Lightning strikes and a roll of thunder hits the apartment, making him sit up with wide eyes and involuntarily grab her wrist tight.

“Jordan!” she shouts and he quickly releases her hand, panting as he looks at her.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. (Y/n) ignores the dull pain in her wrist and scoots to him, placing a light hand on his cheek.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks quietly, and he closes his eyes, letting her hand support him. She frowns, pulling him into a hug. “Want to tell me what that was about?” she asks, running a hand up and down his bare back. He shakes his head and grips her shirt in his fists, burying his face in her neck. She frowns more, nodding.

She lies down, pulling him with her so that his head lies on her chest. He wraps his arms around her tight, like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. He lies on top of her and it doesn’t bother her, his weight and shape almost fitting to her body. She runs a hand through his hair and she can feel his laboured breaths, his chest struggling to stay steady.

“Do these happen often?” she asks.

“Every night,” he whispers into her shirt. “Ever since the army, mission gone wrong.” She purses her lips, finally realizing it’s PTSD that haunts his mind.

“When was the last time you got real sleep?”

“Before I was deployed,” he answers, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She swears she can feel his pain, like it’s radiating to her, and she wants to cry knowing he’s in pain.

“Sleep,” she whispers, pulling the covers over him to his shoulders. She runs a hand through his hair still and he holds her like she’s his anchor during a storm at sea. “Just sleep.” He closes his eyes and focuses on her heartbeat, and soon, he’s asleep in a dreamless state for once.


Parrish wakes first, the sunlight and absence of rain causing him to rise. He blinks his eyes open and looks down at (y/n), who lies asleep in his arms now. She has her face in his bare chest, one hand lying on his chest and another wrapped around him. One hand of his lies on her hip, another on her back under her shirt.

He lies his head down on the pillow and watches her, taking in how peaceful she looks and how right this feels. He realizes then that he wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning, with her in his arms and him holding her this close. He realizes that she keeps him calm at night, and that that was the first dreamless sleep he had gotten since years ago before the army. He realizes he needs her, and he pulls her closer as he does.

(Y/n) shifts, nuzzling her face into his shoulder as she drapes a leg over his. He holds back a chuckle and buries his face in her hair, taking in the scent of rain and dew.

She blinks her eyes open, her lips accidentally on his collarbone. She closes her eyes again, leaving her lips where they are, and Parrish runs his hands up her back to pull her even closer.

She likes this, she admits to herself. She likes how he has her so close and how his rough hands are somehow so soft on her hip and back. She doesn’t mind her shirt is rose up, because she realizes just how much she trusts him. She loves how he’s like a heater, and he loves how she’s as cold as ice, and how they seem to balance each other out is beyond reason to anyone in the world.

Both awake now, yet dazed by each other’s touch, remain still and in embrace for the longest time, neither wanting to move away. But the sharp ring of his cellphone on the nightstand pulls them to reality, and he sighs as it rings aloud.

“Are you going to get that?” she asks, her lips tracing his collarbone as she does.

“It can wait,” he mumbles.

(Y/n) just nods and soon the ringing stops, allowing them to close their eyes and relax their bodies to fit like puzzle pieces.

Someone knocks on the front door and both shoot up, eyes wide as they look at each other. Knocking echoes the apartment again and Parrish rushes out of bed, slipping his shirt on and covering her up.

“Pretend you’re asleep!” he hisses, and she throws herself onto the pillow and tries to look at peaceful and possible.

Parrish looks at the couch and nods as he sees it looks like he slept there, and he opens the door as he brushes a hand through his hair. It’s Stiles, an annoyed look on his face as he pushes himself into the apartment. Parrish just stares at him.

“I’m here to pick my sis up,” he tells him, looking around. “Do you believe in cleaning up, or is that just against your beliefs?” Parrish rolls his eyes and Stiles walks to the bedroom, Parrish chasing after him.

Stiles walks in, crossing his arms when he sees his twin. “I know you’re awake,” he says in a bored tone, but she stays still. Stiles sighs and jumps on the bed, Parrish laughing as (y/n) curses under her breath.

“Hey, you two didn’t fool around, did you?” Stiles asks, and (y/n) kicks him off the bed. “Ouch, okay, I’ll take that as a no…” Stiles stands up, brushing his shirt off. “Dad got the Jeep into the shop, he told me to come get you.” She groans as she sits up, running her fingers through her knotted hair.

“Whatever,” she hisses. Parrish watches her with crossed arms and Stiles looks back and forth between them.

“Are you two sure you didn’t-” (Y/n) throws a pillow at him, making him stumble back as he laughs and throws it back at her. “I’ll be out in the car,” he calls out as he leaves, the front door slamming shut.

(Y/n) moans as she stretches, standing up and popping her back. She pulls Parrish back to the bed and he laughs as they lie down, Serilda laying on top of him.

“You slept the rest of the night,” she mutters into his chest, and his hands trace up her body and under her shirt. She smiles into his shirt as his hands wraps around her sides, big enough to hold her easily.

“You’re brother is waiting outside,” he whispers into her hair and she groans, sitting up and straddling him. She puts her hands on his chest and his find their way to her hips again. He looks up at her as she pulls her hair into a messy bun, and he can’t help but fall in love with every freckle she has that paints her cheeks.

“You’re staring,” she says, and he grins.

“How could I not?” She smiles wide, biting her cheek as she tries to look away. Parrish sits up, keeping her on his lap, and kisses her softly. He was chilled by the innocence of her kiss and how her lips locked with his, how her hands pulled his face closer to her and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He realizes he loves her, and that this was the beginning and ending to everything they know.

Stiles honks outside and they pause, (y/n) leaning back but keeping her eyes locked on his. She kisses him once more, and it feels like the longest kiss in the shortest seconds. She pulls back and climbs out of bed, running to the bathroom and shoving her clothes into her bag, Parrish watching her the whole time. She looks back at him as she leaves the bedroom, and she pauses for a moment.

“You know where to find me if you can’t sleep,” she says with a small smile. And with that, she leaves, and Parrish is left by himself to sort out his love sick mind.

Beg For It // Lip Gallagher x Reader (Smut)

*not my gif
Summary: you and Lip were supposed to have the house all to yourselves and also Ian. However, Ian didn’t want to be a third wheeler, so he invited Mandy and Mickey over as well. Lip wanted you bad in bed, so you did something a little naughty.
A/N: This one is requested by @thatbandchick39 . This is my first x reader smut story and I enjoyed making it. btw, in this story, Ian and Mickey aren’t gay. sorry! P.S sorry for the very rough and dirty words! more smut imagines to come. ;) x 

“Heeeey!” Mickey and Mandy said as they went in the house unexpectedly. Ian smiled and walked towards them. “Can’t we just go up in my room and have a little fun?” Lip begged Y/N, wrapping his hands around her waist, slowly going down and grabbed her ass. Y/N grabbed his hands away from her ass, “We’ll do that later.” Y/N winked at him, and walked away, going towards Mickey and Mandy. “Hi! It’s been so long!” Y/N said giving Mandy a hug and as if for Mickey, Y/N gave him a peck on the cheek. Y/N turned around to see Lip with an expression. 

When Y/N walked towards Lip, he grabbed her wrist, “What was that?” He whispered. “What was what?” Y/N said, nicely. “That. Giving Milkovich a kiss on the cheek?” He said. “What? Can’t a friend kiss their long time friend that she hasn’t seen in a long time?” Y/N pulled her wrist away from him. “Who wants a beer?” Y/N said. 

The three said yes and Y/N walked straight to the kitchen, ignoring Lip. Y/N opened up the fridge and took out 5 bottles of beer. Right when Y/N closed the fridge, Lip started to kiss Y/N, carrying her up against the fridge. As Lip kiss Y/N, he started to slowly kiss down her neck. Y/N let out a small moan, “Stop. We can’t do this now, Lip.” Y/N giggled. “They won’t know,” Lip said, still kissing Y/N’s neck. “The beer, Lip.” Y/N said. “Fuck,” Lip exclaimed quietly, dropping Y/N down. “I promise, we’ll have the best sex you’ll ever have.” Y/N laughed and walked out with the beer. 

“Here’s your beer.” Y/N said, giving them their beer. They all sat down and started to talk about what recently happened with their life. “So Mickey, seeing anyone lately?” Y/N asked him, putting her foot up on the coffee table as she winks at Mickey. Mickey had a grin appeared on his face, “No, but if you want to be the person that I’m seeing, why not?” Mickey jokingly said. 

Lip’s face became serious and his jaw clenched of jealousy. Y/N noticed it, she smiled because she knew her plan was working. She wanted Lip to feel angry and jealous. Whenever Lip is angry or jealous he goes rough on Y/N, so she wanted to try something different. 

“Oh, Mickey, you’re such a flirt.” Y/N teased. Lip looked away, pressing his tongue to his cheek. Ian and Mandy started to notice something strange about Lip. “Are you okay? Lip?” Ian asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t feel well today…” Lip said as he pretends to feel pain in his head. Lip looked at Y/N with the corner of his eyes, he finally knew that Y/N is doing something that could make him jealous. 

“Do you wanna go to bed, babe?” Y/N asked him, putting her hand on Lip’s thigh as she looks into his eyes. “No. I’m good.” Lip said. 

“Well fuck, if I was you I’d go to bed. So I could do something bad with Y/N tonight.” Mickey joked. Y/N laughed, standing up as he walked towards Mickey. She sat on Mickey’s lap and put her arms around him while Mickey is holding her hip. Lip started to turn red and his leg is shaking of anger but luckily no one noticed so everyone continued to have a talk. “Mickey, Lip is her boyfriend. It’s too late for that.” Mandy said. “Well, I was just kidding,” Mickey said, drinking his bottled of beer which is now empty. 

“You guys got another beer?” Mickey asked. “Uhm, yeah. I’ll go check.” Lip said as he stood up walking to the fridge. As he opens up the fridge, he took a little peak out the living just to see Y/N enjoying herself sitting on Mickey’s lap. But Lip had enough, there was still some beer left but Lip lied to them that there’s none. “Sorry guys, we’re out of beer. I’ll go down the store if there’s any.” Lip said, about to head out the door. 

“No. No. You stay here with your girl and we’ll go.” Mickey said, putting Y/N down on the sofa. Y/N smiled, because she knew that there was still some beer left in the fridge. As the three left, Y/N and Lip were the only ones at home. 

“Soo, no more beer huh?” Y/N said, playing with her hair. Lip walked big steps towards Y/N and pinned her down on the sofa, Lip went on top of her making Y/N feel excited. “What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Lip asked as he takes off his shirt. “All the flirting and sitting on Mickey’s lap? You think that would work?” Lip said, as he took off Y/N’s panties under her skirt and putting his finger on Y/N’s clitoris. “Ohh, fuck, Lip.” Y/N moaned. “You didn’t answer my fucking question. Did you really think that would work on me?” Lip said as he started to move his finger on her clit. “Oh, my god! Yes, I did. Fuck, go faster!” Y/N screamed. 
Lip stopped moving his fingers as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his dong, as he slowly puts his tip inside of Y/N. 

Y/N let out a small moan, putting her hands behind Lip’s neck. “Is that what you wanted, Lip?” Y/N teasingly said. “The sex? I bet you won’t even last long.” Y/N said just to make Lip angry as it worked. 

“Won’t last long? I’ll show you, how I do it.” Lip said, as he surprisingly went inside Y/N, and started to thrust even harder. Lip let out a loud and deep moan, making Y/N so turned on. “Lip!” Y/N screamed. 

He stopped and looked at Y/N with a serious look on his face. “Why’d you stop?” Y/N asked. “You don’t deserve a nice and romantic slow fuck, you whore,” Lip exclaimed. “You have to follow what I say,” Lip said. “Turn over,” Lip said. Y/N giggled as he turned over for Lip, putting her ass up for him. Lip gave Y/N a spank on the ass making Y/N squeal. Lip went inside Y/N once again and started to go hard and fast without any warning. Y/N orgasmed loud, making the whole house noisy. “I want you to shut up!” Lip ordered Y/N. However, she didn’t listen. “I told you to be fucking quiet!” Lip said, pulling Y/N’s long hair and putting his hand over Y/N’s mouth. “Much better,” Lip said as he started to go even faster, making Y/N’s back to loose her arch. Lip slapped her ass again, “Put your ass up!” Lip said. 

Lip started to feel tingly and funny down his male part, making him uncover Y/N’s mouth as he became so weak. “Oh fuck, Lip, I’m so fucking close!” Y/N screamed. “Yeah? You wanna cum all over my cock?” Lip whispered to Y/N’s ear. “Yes! Yes! I do!” Y/N screamed. “Beg for it!” Lip said as he started to go faster and harder. “Please! I wanna cum now!” Y/N said. “Fine, cum all over my dick,” Lip said as he started to feel the warm white substance dripped all over Lip’s dick, making it wet and smooth. Lip let out an orgasm, letting Y/N know that Lip is also close. “Yeah, cum for me, you fucking asshole.” Y/N said, holding on tight on the pillow they had on the sofa. 

Lip finally let all of his spunk out on top of Y/N’s back as she tries to catch her breath. “Best sex we ever had so far.” Y/N said, reaching out for the tissue on the coffee table, passing it to Lip to clean her. “Maybe, you should do that more often.” Lip laughed. As the two went on and get dressed and pretended like nothing happened. Mickey, Mandy, and Ian finally came back with two boxes of bottles beer. 
“We’re back!” Ian said, putting his jacket back on the jacket holder before hopping back into the sofa with Mandy. “Do you want round 2, when everyone’s asleep?” Lip whispered to Y/N, who’s now sitting next to him. Y/N looked at him with a smile and winked. 


Summary: Your cousin needs help with her adorable 2-year-old.

Words: 1533

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Kids and loads and loads of fuffly

Originally posted by bushy-barnes

Originally posted by prtypooper

“Are you sure that you three are going to be okay?” You look into your cousins’ eyes and nod. You understand that she is worried about leaving her daughter with you and Steve for the whole afternoon, it’s the first time since her divorce that she is going out and she is looking for excuses not to “Of course, how many times have I watched Kate? Go have fun on your date.”

“It is not a date and are you sure that Steve is not gonna mind? He works so much and this is his free time…” You don’t let her finish “Of course it is a date, he asked you for coffee and cake, and in my book that is a date. About Steve, don’t worry he loves kids.”

You are not sure if this is true, you and Steve never talked about having kids or even kids in general in your eight-month relationship. But how bad can it be? In the worst case, he spends all day locked in the room while you play with a toddler.

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The conversation - Bucky Barnes smut

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2237

Rating: 18+ (Smut, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, spanking, being tied up, blindfold)

So, this just happened, sorry. It is the smuttiest thing I have ever written I guess. I hope you like it.

Requests are open! 

It is Bucky’s birthday in a week and Y/N still hasn’t a present for her boyfriend. They are together for almost a year but every time she asks what he would like to have or about his dreams, he says nothing. He always tells her that he has everything he could ever wanted as long as he has her. And he has her so she can’t give herself to him. You cannot give a human as a present to another human.

‘The conversation’ she mumbles. She can give herself to him in a way she has never done before. She overheard Bucky tell Steve about his darkest fantasies about her. She remembers every word of it.

‘I just want to bent her over my knee and spank her until her red is as red as a cherry’ Bucky tells Steve. The blonde man blushes at the ramblings of his best friend. He doesn’t really know what to say. ‘You get what I am saying right. I mean just want to bind her to my bed and have my way with her. Just have her at my mercy and control when she comes. Deny her even a few times, I want to be in control, Steve’ Bucky rambles to his best friend.

Steve’s is turning redder and redder with every word that leaves Bucky’s mouth. ‘You never think about what it would be like to have a woman like Y/N, strong and fierce, to be at your mercy?’ Bucky asks. Steve quickly shakes his head. He never did but now his mind is wondering towards Y/N. 

Y/N starts writing down everything she needs to get for her present. Starting with some lingerie to get Bucky hot and bothered the moment he walks into their room. She is almost blushing at her plan but it is going to be perfect, she is sure of it.

‘Are you having a good birthday?’ Y/N whispers into Bucky’s ear. ‘It is amazing. Thank you, doll’ he smiles at her. There aren’t a lot of people, since Bucky hates big gatherings so Y/N and Steve threw a small party for him. She kisses his cheek and smirks at him.

‘I have a present for you’ she whispers at him. He looks at her with a glint in his eyes. ‘If you come up to our room in about 30 minute your present is waiting there for you. And you can do everything you want with her’ Y/N says softly. Bucky stares at her with wide eyes. 

Quickly Y/N kisses him and moves away from him. With her hips swaying she walks away from him. Bucky is already moving in his seat when he looks at her figure moving away from him. He can’t believe what she just did.

 Y/N walks into their shared room. She quickly starts pulling of her clothes and puts them away. She grabs the bra, panties and stockings that she hid in her part of the closet. With the stuff in her arms she walks to the bathroom and starts getting ready.

When she is ready she walks out of the bathroom and lays down in the middle of the big bed with a big smile on her face. She feels confident in her new lingerie and the make-up makes her feel very pretty. Now the only thing she has to do is wait for Bucky to arrive in the room.

The door opens and Bucky steps into the room. His shirt is clinging to his chest and Y/N looks her lips. The sight of her boyfriend like his turns her on like never before. He smirks down at her and steps closer to the bed. His metal hand strokes her calf while still smirking at her body. She looks hot like this and this will be the best present he ever got.

‘I heard you and Steve talk the other day’ she says. ‘About what you wanted to do to me’ she smirks. Bucky his eyes widen and he starts opening his mouth to apologize for saying all of those things about her, but before he can say anything Y/N already shushes him. ‘I want you to do all of that tonight’ she purrs at him. Bucky his eyes grow even bigger. ‘Sure?’ is all his manages to get out. She nods her head and smiles sweetly at him.

Bucky pulls her of the bed and let her stand in front of him. His hands grab her ass and pulls her pelvis against his. She can already feel him to harden under her. Y/N starts to grind against him.

‘Stop it’ Bucky growls at her but she doesn’t. She needs the friction that is causes. Everything about Bucky turns her on and she just needs him to do something other than just staring at her. He pushes her away from him and sits down the bed.

‘You are a bad girl, doll’ he says. Y/N nods her head and looks at him. He pets his leg. ‘I want you face down, ass in the air’ he tells her sternly. Y/N does what he tells her to do with putting on a smart mouth. Something she normally would do.

When is laying on his lap with her ass in the air Bucky starts rubbing her ass with his metal hand. The cold feels nice against her hot skin. He makes the elastic from her panties snap against her skin a few times before pulling them down from her legs in one swift move. The metal hand grabs a hold of her hair and the flesh hands comes down on her ass. It stings a little but doesn’t hurt to bad.

‘You doing good, doll?’ Bucky ask concern in his voice. ‘Yeah’ she mumbles and before she even knows it his hand comes down on her ass again. He is not using all of his strength but this hit was harder than the one before.

Before Y/N knows it Bucky says ‘ten’ and his metal hand is rubbing her ass that feels like it is on fire. ‘Your ass looks so pretty like this’ he says and helps her of his lap. When she is standing in front of him she pulls of the bra. When she starts pulling of the stocking’s Bucky stops her. ‘Keep them on’ Bucky growls at her. She nods her head. ‘Now lay on the bed’ he commands her.

‘Put your hands on the headboard’ he does. Y/N grabs a hold of the metal spikes they have on the head on the bed. Bucky uses her bra to bind her hands to together with the spike between them. He climbs of her and looks at her. ‘You look perfect like this, all tied up for me. Now I can do everything I want to you’ Bucky says. Y/N nods her head.

‘Is it okay if I put a blindfold on your eyes?’ Bucky asks scratching his neck in a nervous manner. ‘Yes, everything you want’ Y/N says. A grin spreads on his face and he puts the blindfold on her eyes.

When the blindfold is in place Y/N can’t see anything, and is naked and on display for the eyes of her boyfriend. She hears him move around in their room. All she can do is hope that he removing his clothes and fucks her into this matrass soon. She needs just some kind of release and Bucky needs to give it to her soon. Only she can’t do anything to make it happen. She liked being spanked more than she ever dared to dream.

Before she can start complaining about Bucky taking too long she feels his metal hand on her thighs. It is slowly stroking closer and closer to her pussy. ‘Open your legs’ he demands. She does what tells her and spreads her legs wide. Bucky growls at the sight of her pussy. It is already glistening with her juice.

On finger of his metal hands slowly eases his way onto her heat. Y/N moans at the feeling of the cold metal inside of her. Bucky starts to move his finger slowly around in her and his thumb starts rubbing her clit in a soft pace. ‘You are so tight around my finger’ Bucky tells her with his famous smirk on his face. ‘Bucky’ she moans bucking her hips into his hand. ‘Don’t move’ he tells her and puts his flesh hand on her pelvis to keep her down.

Another finger joins the one already inside of her and it takes all of her strength to keep still. He keeps moving while he bends over to suck on her nipple. Her pussy starts spasming around him when she gets close. Her stomach thightens and she can’t stop moaning anymore. ‘I.. I’m gonna’ she starts saying. Before she can cum, he removes his fingers from her heat. A loud whine escapes her lips and she pouts. She knows that he is smirking down at her.

‘You taste delicious, doll’ Bucky tells her. ‘I need to cum. Please Buck’ Y/N is almost begging him. It is taking way to long for him to fuck her. He doesn’t answer but he laughs. ‘Don’t laugh, just fuck me. I need you to fuck me’ Y/N whines. But her boyfriend keeps ignoring her pleads.

Instead of giving Y/N what she wants Bucky moves his head between her legs. She feels his hair tickle her thighs and immediately she moans softly.

‘Be quiet’ Bucky growls against her core. After his command, he licks a broad lick against her pussy. He crawls even closer to her and puts her legs over his shoulder. His metal hand grabs at her boob while he sucks her clit into his mouth. The cold of his metal hand against her boob feels great and when he starts pinching her nipple again she can’t keep quiet because the pleasure is overwhelming her.

Bucky moves his head up. ‘One more sound and I put you over my lap again’ he threatens her. Y/N bites her lip and nods her head at him. 

Bucky starts sucking on her clit again while playing with her boob. It takes all of Y/N her strength to not moan out of buck her hips into Bucky’s mouth. Her stomach starts to tighten again and she feels her release come closer with every second that he keeps sucking on her.

Bucky feels that his girlfriend is getting close to an orgasm and right before she gets there he removes his head from her dripping core. She starts whining at the loss of contact.

The blindfold is being removed from her eyes and Y/N blinks from the light into her eyes. Bucky is hovering above her and kisses her roughly before she can say anything. He lowers his pelvis against hers and she can already feel how hard he is.

With one swift move he slides into her dripping core and a hiss escapes his lips when he feels her tights heat around him. He starts trusting hard and buries his head into her neck. Y/N her hands being tied up is really starting to annoy her because she can’t hold on to anything while Bucky is fucking her into the matrass.

Quickly she feels her orgasm approaching because Bucky didn’t let her come before. When Bucky starts rubbing her clit she comes all around his dick with a loud moan. ‘You feel so good around me, doll’ Bucky growls at her while he even starts trusting harder in and out of her. ‘I just want to be inside you all the time. So perfect for me’ he adds

With a loud grunt Bucky empties himself inside of her and when Y/N feels him cumming inside of her she comes again with a high-pitched scream. Her pussy tightening around his dick over and over, milking him from all his seed.

Bucky rolls over hand lays next to Y/N. His breathing is heavy and his chest is moving up and down in a rapid pace.

‘Best birthday ever’ he laughs after a few minutes when his breathing as gone back to normal. ‘We need to do this again’ Y/N laughs softly. Bucky looks at her and starts untying her hands. Taking her wrist in his flesh hand he kisses them softly. Luckily there is nothing noticeable on her wrist that could tell the team about what happened tonight.

‘I love you so much, doll’ Bucky tells her after a while where the two of them are just laying in each other’s arms. ‘I love you to, Buck. Always and forever’ Y/N whispers softly. Her voice is tired and so is the rest of her body. Bucky kisses her head and after that she falls asleep with a happy smile on her face feeling completely satisfied even after the orgasm denials.

Bucky watches Y/N sleep on his chest, feeling it tighten with love for her. He is really happy that she overheard his conversation with Steve. He would never have the guts to tell her about his fantasies. He fears almost nothing but when Y/N gets angry he gets scared of her. She even wants to do this again. He smirks and kisses her head again before closing his eyes. His night is full of dreams and for once they are good ones about the sleeping woman on his chest.

You Look Like My Boyfriend

Summary// Bucky takes care of his drunk girlfriend. 

Pairing// Bucky x reader

Request//Can you please do #97? With Bucky? Thank you ❤❤ (”You look like my boyfriend.”)

Warnings//drinking???? Idk over used plot?? That’s about it. Swearing probably.

AN// Its 2 am and I’m sick so I’m writing fluffy fics to make myself feel better. This ones probably gonna be short btw.

 Ps. Wow look at that gif. He looks like a little kid. It’s so cute. On my god. I’m deceased k bye.

Originally posted by archieaddict

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plance + domestic headcanons
  • pidge is one of those people who is always cold and lance always runs on the warm side so she always sticks her feet in his lap or under his shirt
  • pidge is 100% a blanket hog. lance wakes up and looks over and there’s just this giant cocoon on the side of their bed with a tuft of hair sticking out
    • he throws an arm and leg over her and eventually she wriggles around to face him and grudgingly un-mummifies herself to pull the blanket over them both
  • “organized chaos” is something pidge wholeheartedly believes in. “what’s the big deal I can always find what I’m looking for” 
    • lance: “pidge if I find another one of your dirty socks just lying on the floor we are having words”
  • lance likes putting his head in pidge’s lap when they’re on the couch and she just runs her fingers through it and messes with his cowlick listening to him talk about his day
  • pidge is a night owl while lance needs his beauty sleep but eventually she runs out of fuel and knocks out at the kitchen table and lance carries her to bed
  • whenever lance has a crick in his back he just. lies down on the carpet of their living room and has pidge walk on his back bc she’s smol and knows exactly where to press her feet down
  • one time they were grocery shopping and lance bet he could run to the end of the aisle faster than pidge could ride on the shopping cart. it was. A Mess™.
  • “why does our pantry have seven different brands of cereal” “VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE”
  • you know that thing you do when you’re little where you mark off your height on your doorframe every year so you can see how much you’ve grown? yeah, lance makes one of those even though neither of them has grown an inch since puberty ended. pidge is not amused.
  • pidge: “you know, sometimes couples get to this point where there’s too much love for just the two of them-” 
    • lance, internally: *yahoo answers voice* is she… pRGEGANT 
    • pidge: “…anyways so i adopted a dog and his name is rover”


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Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
2 889
warning : smut
summary : Kai get’s injured and get’s horny so Reader has to ‘take care’ of him.
*not my gif


Y/N woke up from a knock on her front door. She had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room reading a book. At first the knocks came from a distance , slowly waking her from her dream. Quickly she got up , rubbing her eyes on the way to the door. Suddenly she felt wide awake seeing her boyfriend , Kai Parker , standing there covered in blood.
“Hello sweetheart.” he said managing a weak smile , his breath getting caught in his throat seeing Y/N was wearing only a tshirt barely covering her lower half.
“Kai ! What the hell happened to you?”
There was sweat on his forehead and his hand held onto his chest. He looked as if he might faint at any moment which got her really worried. Kai was a hybrid , a vampire and there were very few things that can cause him to look like this - a werewolf bite or a piece of wood stuck inside his body.
“Oh nothing. Picked up a fight with the wrong guy. He shot at me with wooden bullets …” he said , swinging his hand across her shoulders. Y/N helped him onto the couch and quickly went to lock the front door. “The usual stuff. You should see what I did to him …“
She sat on the edge on the couch next to him. Kai turned towards her , his eyes drifting to her neck. He was hungry but there were more important things to do first like taking that last bullet about to puncture his heart out of him.
Y/N placed her hand on his chest trying to figure out of there was a wooden bullet there. “Did you get all the bullets out ?” she asked ripping his shirt open , sending buttons flying everywhere.
Kai coming over in the middle of the night after a fight with someone was far from unusual , and he didn’t seem to figure out how dangerous all of this was. Not only for the people who dared to pick a fight with a vampire / witch hybrid but also for him.
“You are not completely indestructable you know.” she muttered digging her fingers into the open wound searching for the bullet he obviously hadn’t gotten out.
Kai winced in pain , closing his eyes for a moment. Y/N was leaning in closer to him , trying to see where the litte sucker had gone and Kai got a good look at her open cleavage. The way she had ripped his shirt open a few moments ago only adding more gasoline to the fire he felt burning inside him. Her eyes met his for a moment and he felt his breath get caught in his throat again.
“Y/N .. care-ful.” he struggled to speak. “It’s getting clo-ser to my h-heart.”
“I am trying. Or do you think I want you to die.” she said , feeling her fingers wrap around the piece of wood. A moment later she pulled it out with a victorious look on her face. “Next time , try not to pick a fight with a guy who has wooden bullets in his gun.”
“Noted. Could I … I mean … ”
Y/N pushed her shirt down her shoulders motioning for him to feed. Purple / black veins flickered under his eyes as he sank his fangs into her coroted artery , her warm blood slightly dripping down her body. Kai pulled away in less than a minute , her thumbs wiping away blood from his chin. She got up , her shirt slightly pushed up her ass and he felt himself getting harder just looking at her. He knew she wasn’t doing any of this on purpose but it was still driving him as crazy as if it was. And was it just his imagination or she really wasn’t wearing a bra ?
Y/N headed to the kitchen , coming back with a towel and a bowl filled with warm water.
“Thank you.. for taking the bullet out.” he said , not taking his eyes off her as she dipped the towel , twisting it dry and started wiping away blood from his face. “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life Y/N.”
She looked up at him , giving him a small smile. “Learn not to pick up fights ?” she teased. “Now stay still. As hot as you look covered in blood , I miss your pretty face.”
Kai smiled to himself , feeling her fingertips lightly brush against his forehead and cheeks as she cleaned up the blood from his face. Dipping the towel into the bowl washing it up and draining it before repeating again and again. Y/N pushed his jacket off his shoulders , folding it into a ball to be tossed in the laundry later and swung her leg over his lap for better access.
“You think I look hot covered in blood?” he teased.
“No.” she smiled shyly. “You look hot in general , covered in blood you look hotter.”
It was true. Probably if she told someone else this , they’d thing she had lost it but not Kai. With him she could be 100% honest about everything. She dipped the towel into the bloody water again starting to clean the blood off his neck , pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Kai suppressed a moan feeling her hips slightly move onto his crotch. Y/N started cleaning the blood off his chest , right where the bullets had been , when Kai grabbed her wrist.
“Y/N…” he said looking intensely into her eyes. He didn’t need to listen to her heart beat to know what he was doing to her right now. Kai wanted her , right this second.
Y/N felt butterflies flap their wings in her stomach and her breath getting shallow noticing the change in Kai’s eyes. Her heart was racing as Kai’s finger trailed her jawline , brushing her cheek with the palm of his hand before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Y/N’s hips swayed onto his crotch as he pulled her towards him.
“No.” she said getting up. “No , Malachai. We are not doing this…not now.”
Quickly she got the bowl and the towel taking them to the kitchen. She braced her hands against the kitchen counter , closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath before returning to the livingroom only then noticing the bulge in his pants. Y/N’s eyes widened a little then she looked at the ground only then realising what had happened. She was wearing just her shirt … , no PJ bottoms no nothing. It was hard to tear her eyes off the bulge in his pants ,but somehow she managed and sat on the couch next to him trying hard not to let her gaze drift to the bulge which somehow seemed to get bigger , or maybe she was imagining it.
Kai glanced at her , noticing she was biting her lower lip and then followed her gaze.
This is your fault by the way.”
Y/N laughed nervously. “Sorry … not sorry.” she bit her lower lip , her hand sliding between her legs teasing her folds through her panties.
Kai gulped. What had happened before might not have been on purpose but this definitely was. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair as if she wasn’t doing anything naughty , parting her legs a little to give him a better view as her fingers pushed her panties to the side and slid inside her.
“You are not helping.” said Kai in raspy voice , lightly rubbing himself through his pants remembering her ‘no’ from a few minutes ago. “I … I’m gonna go.”
“Not a chance.” she said grabbing his hand leanining in towards him , her hand slid down his chest towards his crotch. His length was hard alright. Y/N pressed her lips onto his , kissing him deeply and tugging at his lower lip at the end of the kiss. She lowered herself down his body never taking her eyes off him.
“Y/N .. my balls feel like they weight 30 pounds.” he groaned , grinding his hips onto her hand. “If you plan on stopping at any point and leav-”
Y/N pressed her finger onto his lips shushing him. There was a devilish spark in her eyes which only turned him more. Kai was looking at her , closing his eyes for a moment feeling Y/N hands rubbing him through his pants. She kneeled on the couch , her ass propped up as her shirt slid down her back a little. Swiftly her fingers undid the button and pulled his zipper down pressing her mouth onto his thick shaft through his briefs , exhaling her hot breath onto his shaft.
“Y/N …please I need you ..”
Y/N pulled his pants down as much as she could and then swung a leg over his lap.
“How much?” she whispered , her lips almost touching his. Kai put his hands on her ass but she pushed them away. “No , no …”
“More than you can imagine.” he replied. “I want to grab you and have my way with you for the rest of the night.”
Her hips grinded against his and every time she moved.Kai tried to put his hands on her again , a low growl coming from deep inside his throat every time Y/N pushed him off her.
“Let me touch you.” he said leaning towards her , wanting to kiss her.
Y/N fought the urge to smile. Usually things were the other way around - she was the one begging for him but now she had her chance to get him to play by her rules.
You , mister , are in trouble.” her hips grinding on him a little faster. “Picking up fights , coming home covered in blood …" she spoke in low voice. “What ? Did you think I’d let you have your way with me ? No.“
Kai brushed his fingers through her hair pulling her face down towards his until their lips touched briefly before she pulled away.
“No kisses too ?” he growled in frustration as her finger traced his lower lip. He moved his head towards her , taking in her finger into his mouth. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed for a second as she bit her lower lip , knowing fully well what might be going through Kai’s head right now. She pulled out her finger , brushing her nose against his while she continued straddling him.
“You are such a tease.” he whispered , his eyes drifting between her eyes and her lips.
She swayed her hips on his crotch a little faster , before pushing him onto the couch. Y/N dipped her head , leaving soft kisses on his neck then down his chest , her hands snaking around it while never taking her eyes off his.
“It’s a bit stuffy in here , isn’t it ?” she said innocently slowly lifitng her shirt up. Kai’s eyes widened and he tried to touch her but she slapped his hands away. “No touching , remember ?”
Instead her hands cupped her breasts , playing with them right in front of his eyes. She closed her eyes ,arching her back a little as a low moan escaped her lips. Kai licked his lower lip , fighting the urge to put his hands on hers and assist her. The more she said ‘no touching’ the more he wanted to do just that. Even more - he wanted to grab her and have his way with her this exact second , but something stopped him.
Y/N leaned in sucking on his earlobe before kissing his neck and slowly trailing her way down his chest leaving kisses on the way down never breaking eye contact for more than a blink. Her fingers tangled into the waistband of his briefs before pulling them down. Kai’s hard length flopped onto his stomach and Y/N leaned in licking a bold stripe from his balls to the tip. A moan tumbled from Kai’s lips and she suppressed a smile focusing on her hands massaging his balls.
Kai could’t take his eyes off her. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair , moving it to the left , the tip of her tongue drawing circles on the tip of his shaft , her hands stroking him slowly and feeling him twitch. She was dragging it out enjoying watching Kai close his eyes his mouth hanging open.
“Please Y/N..” he growled , his hands reaching for her head as she swiftly avoided them.
“Nah-uh pretty eyes.” she said in a low voice , blowing a light stream of air onto his shaft before taking it in her mouth. Slowly sucking on his tip as if its the tastiest lollipop to ever exist on the planet. Kai reached for her head again , his fingers digging into her hair as he pushed her mouth down on him , forcing her to take his shaft all the way in.
“Sweetheart , you seem to forget who’s the dominant one in our relationship.” he moaned out , feeling her hands massaging his balls. Kai bopped her head up and down his shaft over and over again , tears starting to fill her eyes from the lack of air before he let go off her. Y/N took a deep breath an idea forming in her head , something she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“I’ll make you a deal..” she said , her lips pressing onto his balls. “If you can resist touching me in the next half hour … ” she said taking his balls into her mouth sucking on them and ejoying the sounds coming from Kai’s mouth. “You get to have me any way you want.. anywhere you want… for a whole week.”
“Damn it Y/N.”
Kai both loved and hated how she was manipulating him in that very moment , knowing fully well there is no way he’d say no to that. Y/N licked another bold stripe , pressing the flat of her tongue against it , feeling his hard length twitch. Her eye contact was driving him insane. She was doing dirty things yet her eyes looked so innocent it was driving him crazier and crazier. He gave her a devilish smirk and in the next moment Y/N moaned out louder , closing her eyes for a second.
“K-Kai … that’s c-cheating.” she moaned out again feeling pressure on her clit as two invisible fingers entered her roughly , curling inside her slowly before pulling out and pushing in even rougher making her body jolt forward a little. His pumps were fast and deep , slowly curling the invisible fingers around her walls and repeating again and again.
“You said ‘no touching’.” said Kai , his hands behind his head. “I’m not touching you… and in about 20 minutes when I win , you should prepare yourself for a week of hot hybrid sex in the most unexpected places.”
His words sent butterflies in her stomach , even more so with his invisible fingers pumping in and out of her. Y/N tried to focus of what he was doing but it was getting harder with the burning feeling between her legs building up. She pumped his thick shaft faster and faster , while her hands massaged his bowls.
“Fuck Y/N..”
Y/N took him in her mouth again , lightly biting him. Kai groaned in response , his invisible fingers assaulting her faster and faster. He snapped his fingers and her panties flew off her. She felt herself starting to drip down her thigh.
Kai was watching the clock on the far wall , knowing only less than 10 minutes from now he’d win and get to have his way with her anywhere he wanted. He felt his shaft twitch in her mouth , knowing he is getting closer and closer to his release. His invisible fingers pumped inside her faster and faster , Y/N’s moans getting muffled none the less the vibrations from them were just about to send Kai over the edge and he fought the need to let go for a little longer , a few minutes only.
Suddenly the pressure on her clit and the invisible fingers disappeared , leaving her flustered. A low groan escaped her lips while she kept bopping her head up and down his shaft.
“And the clock strikes midnight … ” muttered Kai with a smug smirk on his face, pulling her up in vampire speed. Y/N was out of breath , her lips colliding with his in a passionate kiss while his hips pushed up , at the same time hers pushed down, entering her hard and deep with one thrust. He felt her walls contract around his shaft bringing him closer and closer.
“Fuck .. you are so wet , you’re dripping on me.”
Y/N shushed him with a kiss , her lips hungrily attacking his. Kai’s hands instantly found her ass helping her sway her hips onto him. He thrusted in hard and deep a few more times before he came in hot spurts inside her , not stopping until Y/N came screaming his name. Kai pulled her in for another kiss tugging on her lower lip at the end of the kiss. Y/N could see devils dancing in his eyes and the next second she found herself laying on the couch , magic holding her hands above her head.
“OH Y/N … ” he said sounding like a teacher scolding a student. “Look at yourself … you are a dripping mess. I’ll have to fix this straight away …”


NOTE : (to the anon who requested it) I may have strayed a little from the original idea. I tried my best … sorry :(

MASTERLIST March / April 2017
Popcorn Kisses | Tom Holland

Originally posted by smilexcaptainx

Requested – No but all requests are open including ships (Teen Wolf, The Flash) Imagines and Drabbles. ( Requests open for Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Barry Allen/The Flash, Dylan O’Brien, Teen Wolf.)

Gif – Not Mine!

Prompt – Tom and (y/n) decide to watch a horror movie and eat popcorn. Tom gets scared and jumps making the popcorn go all over the couch and they had to make a new batch. When there is only one bit of popcorn left Tom tries to steal it but (y/n) is quicker then him and teases him. Tom wrestles her until she had eaten the popcorn still going in for a kiss.

Warning – extreme bad writing from me!

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anonymous asked:

OMG your Saeran fic was greaaaat! What would happen if MC woke up and the drugs were wearing off (there'd still be some loopiness but not as much) just after they arrived at mint eye?

Anonymous said to mysme-fics

1 possible suggestion 4 unknown fic if u want but like, when saeran arrives at mint eye Mc is still sleepy and he tries to get her to wake up but she’s still all loopy. So he has to carry her in bridal style since she won’t be walking in lol, and /maybe/ if he then goes infront of rika saying he has Mc and then Mc wakes up and just kind of looks around confused for a bit, then nuzzles into him, and Rika tells him to put her in those dungeons for now since she’s too drunk for brainwashing atm 

This took a while! But I finally got it written!!

|| Click [Here] for Part 1. || Click [Here] for Part 3. 

Probably a good idea to re-read to refresh your memory, since it’s been a while…

Recap: MC has been kidnapped by Unknown, while she is in a loopy state after Seven drugged her as a prank. Please read Part 1 first. 


He leads you to his car, and puts it into autopilot as you hop into the passenger seat cheerily, swinging your legs. “THIS IS COMFY! You have good taste in cars, Mr. Kidnapper~” you compliment him. “And the car smells just as nice as you, wow!”

Again, his heart seemed to skip a beat. “You… you’re really… strange,” he muttered, suppressing a blush from spreading across his cheeks.

You crawl over to his side of the car, and sit on his lap. “Hehe~ you’re even more comfortable, Mr. Kidnapper,” you mumble as you hug his chest, suddenly falling asleep.

His heart beat insanely fast, but you were already close to losing consciousness.

“Your heartbeat… sounds nice,” you yawn before the darkness faded in.

He roughly shakes you awake from your slumber, grumbling that you’d arrived at the base.

“Hnnng? Carry meee, Mr. Kidnapper, I’m tiiired~” you yawn, snuggling into his chest. He was so warm, and you really didn’t want to get up. 

He grunted. You could feel his heart beat faster, but his voice still came out nonchalant and irritated, “You’re so annoying. …And stop calling me that, my name’s Saeran.”

… But he still (begrudgingly) slid his arms under your shoulders and knees, lifting you out from the car. He kicked shut the door with his legs, letting it auto-lock.

You kept your eyes closed, feeling safe, warm and secure in his strong arms. Ironic, because he was your kidnapper, and you were the supposed victim.

He entered the Mint Eye Headquarters with ease, the security guards recognizing him and allowing him inside immediately. Saeran glared coldly as he walked through the hallways, sending intimidating gazes to any one who dared to look at him.

You cracked open an eye, noticing how bright and decorative your surroundings were. Seriously, this was some all-new kidnapping experience. Didn’t these kind of places appear dark, dull and grim?? But it was so tidy here, almost like a mansion…

Saeran approached grand doors, and they opened as his footsteps stopped, the echo resounding in your ears.

“Come inside,” a haughty female voice called from within the room.

The guards of the door kept their heads bowed down to him, their arms extended to welcome him.

Saeran held his head high as he walked inside, and you fully opened your eyes in curiosity. Where were you now?

The drugs were beginning to lose effect, but only just enough to bring some of your awareness back. Your eyes caught the ends of long blond hair, travelling up the cascades of hair and meeting mysterious green eyes. A smirk was upon this woman’s face.

… Huh? You swore you had seen her somewhere before.

But you just… couldn’t remember… right now…

Your head felt woozy again, and you let out a breathy laugh. Life was weird. The room spun around for a moment, even though you’d been in Saeran’s arms the entire time.

The woman’s eyes narrowed at the sight of you. “Did you drug her?” she scowled.

Saeran shook his head briefly, “No. It was a prank that…. someone did to her.”

“Well, she’s obviously too unstable to be taken to Paradise!” the woman snarled, standing from her throne-like chair. “Throw her in the dungeons! You’ve failed me once again, Saeran.”

He winced at those words, and you noticed how sadness welled up in his eyes. You groggily reached up towards his face, gently stroking his cheek. “It’s okaaaay, Mr. Kidnapper!” you exclaimed. “I like you~”

Saeran abruptly turned around with you in his arms, his face flaming. “Understood, Saviour,” he responds to the blonde, acting as if he wasn’t blushing over your sudden confession.

He’d never been loved before. Even if it was a lie… even if you didn’t really mean it because you weren’t in your right mind… it filled his heart with hope and desire. Desire to be loved.

Although the ‘Saviour’ had ordered for you to be thrown in the dungeons while you recovered from your loopy state, Saeran had brought you into his own room instead.

It was a simple room on the top floor, so the ceiling of his room could be mechanically moved to reveal a window, where one could stare at the night sky and watch the stars, or the rain pitter-pattering onto the glass. There was one large king-sized bed with black bedsheets with white calligraphy designs, in which he dropped you onto.

“Oof!” you exclaimed as you landed on your back, bouncing slightly on the bed. You cast him a sly smirk, “Heheheh, that felt dirty~”

Saeran glared at you, though it wasn’t all that effective considering how his ears were evidently tinted red from embarrassment. “You’re the dirty one,” he muttered, throwing his leather jacket upon a chair piled with clothes.

“Really!?! Then will you clean me up, Mr. Kidnapper?” you pouted.

“Clean yourself!” he threw a towel in your face to cover up his embarrassment, smacking you with it unintentionally. “Nonono! I’m sorry,” he stammered in a panic, eyes widening in horror. “I d-didn’t mean to hurt you, no, I’m not like her, no…”

Her? Who?

His eyes were swimming with tears and panic. “I’m not a monster. I’m not.” He was whimpering now, hands clutched on either side of his head. “Please don’t hate me. Please. I’m not a monster, I swear…”

“Mr. Kidnapper…?” you softly called out, sitting up properly on the bed. You reached your hand out hesitantly, but he backed away, stumbling over his feet and falling to the floor.

“No, no, no. I don’t abuse people. I didn’t mean to hurt you. No, I’m NOT LIKE HER pleasepleaseplease don’t hate me!”

He was a mess, fear and anxiety practically spilling from him.

Your heart squeezed in pain at the sight of him. Why was he hurting?

“No, Mr. Kidnapper… you’re not a monster,” you denied in a gentle tone. “I consented to being kidnapped… you protected me when we jumped out my apartment… you let me sleep and didn’t wake me up until we arrived… you carried me just because I asked… you’ve never laid a hand on me… and you even took me to your room instead of cruelly leaving me to rot alone in a dungeon. You’re so sweet and considerate. There’s no way you’d be a monster.”

He listened despite his frenzied state, and he suddenly fell silent. His eyes lowered to the ground, his arms wrapped around himself, he quietly asked, “Are you… lying to me?”

“No,” you whispered, crawling towards him and enveloping him into your arms. He deserved all the affection that you could offer.

He lifted his head, meeting your eyes. His mint-teal eyes captivated you—such a unique colour… You felt your eyes closing, and you began to lean in subconsciously. (Also because you were still affected by Seven’s damn drugs.)

A series of knocks came at the door, and the two of you immediately jumped apart. Saeran regained himself, running a hand through his bleached hair.

“I have to go,” he said with a hint of hoarseness in his voice, taking on a cool, nonchalant expression again, hands in his pockets.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have hcs for the worst injury each Batkid had? (Beside the ones that killed some of them)

(Because it’s almost too easy to hop on the angst express for this one… I’m gonna go with the “worst,” most embarrassing injuries each of the batkids has had. JUST BECAUSE.)

One of Dick’s favourite things to do in Wayne Manor (other than sliding down the bannister) was to swing on the grand chandelier in the ballroom. As a nine-year-old kid, the only risk this posed was getting a scolding from Alfred that “the lighting fixtures are not a trapeze, young sir”, and even when he did fall from it, the distance to the floor wasn’t enough to hurt him. 

When he was twenty-five, on a dare from one of his brothers, Dick decided to give it a whirl for old time’s sake… 

He forgot that he weighed at least a hundred pounds heavier than the last time he did it, and realised this too late as the chandelier came crashing down in a cacophony of shattering glass and clanging metal-work and breaking bones. It was rather miraculous that he walked away from it with only minor cuts and bruises and a sprained wrist, but remains the worst injury in his mind to this day.

Barbara grows to be very careful in her later years as Batgirl and again as Oracle, and is not exactly a natural klutz. But one of her first solo nights, she drove her motorbike off the pier at Gotham harbour and into the ocean while chasing Cobblepot’s lackeys. 

It’s kind of hard to beat dying in terms of injury… but Jason would rather talk about his death than that one time he literally shot himself in the foot. 


That is all. 

(Bruce laughed, actually laughed, for ten minutes straight when he found out about it. Then proceeded to use the idiom every chance he could get, grinning at Jason’s scowl.)

Tim has… far too many dumb injuries to just pick one, let’s be honest. He legitimately has a folder in the cave dedicated to them, entitled: “Stupid is as stupid does.” The highlights of said folder include: that one time Tim slipped on a grape and got a concussion, the time Tim pulled his arms and legs inside his shirt to ward off the cold then tripped and fell, breaking his collar bone; the time he spilled steaming hot coffee in his lap and was in agony for a week; and the time he poked himself in the eye with his bo staff. 

Formidable in combat, useless in day-to-day life.

Although Stephanie is notorious for being a dangerous mixture of clumsy and brash, leaving her with a collection of injuries that would put Tim’s to shame… there is one injury that she will never be able to live down and will yell at you in red-faced anger if you dare bring it up…

She once tripped and headbutt a guy she was flirting with. 

Let me clarify: she headbutted his pelvis and got a nasty lump on her head. 

He wasn’t too happy about it either.  

Cassandra’s stupid injuries are usually quite intentional… running into gunfire and the like. But her high pain tolerance is actually her downfall. She once bandaged a wound up poorly, didn’t notice it was still bleeding, and fainted from blood loss while eating Tim’s mini marshmallows in the kitchen.

Alfred patched her up. She was fine, but only just survived Alfred’s long lecture.

Damian once got distracted while feeding Batcow, and the cow accidentally bit his hand trying to eat. 

It was broken. 

Batcow 1. Damian 0.

And last but not least, we have Duke. Who absolutely did not set his clothes on fire during the fifth grade school science festival while trying to demonstrate his makeshift, DIY flux capacitor. 

Even if no one else was impressed at the story, he received a silent handshake of respect from Tim, which made his humiliation it all worth it. 

What it means to be Queen //Harry Hook x OC// Part One

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Originally posted by sitting-in-wonderland

Harry Hook finds himself at Auradon Prep. As soon as he lays eyes on Clara, daughter of the White Queen and princess of Wonderland, he decides he’s going to break her perfect image

As Clara sat before him, a perfect image of what you’d expect of the White Queen’s daughter, he found her demeanor unnerving.  Even after nearly eight years of friendship Ben never quite got use to Clara’s poised behavior.  

He remembers that until her met Clara, he had never met or even seen someone from Wonderland, or ‘Underland’. Back then tensions had been high between Wonderland and the rest of Auradon, even more between his father and Clara’s mother. 

Her mother had been one of the only royal against the Isle of the Lost when the idea if it was first proposed. She felt is was cruel and inhumane to just leave them on the Isle by themselves, things only got worse when she heard of how they planned to feed the inhabitants of the Isle; with garbage.  Tensions only grew when the White Queen heard her sister had, had a son. She wanted for the child to be brought to Wonderland to be raised as he was innocent of his mother’s crimes. She felt the same way when it came to the other children on the Isle but his father, King Adam hadn’t allowed it. 

He remembers the day Clara came to Auradon with other Wonderlandian children. 

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A continuation of this delightful story from @caprelloidea. Emma needs a helping hand and Killian is more than happy to oblige. 6x18 smutty interlude.

Tonight, it would seem, is further away than either of them would prefer.

He holds on to the promise in her voice though, how she licked at the edge of the words with her tongue against her teeth. He does so love the full pout of her lips, the way she looks when she’s on her knees and –

“Easy, buddy,” she whispers, sly smile curling her lips as her mother prattles on and on about the lighting and the potential and the need for at least four variations of canapes. What those are, he fears, he does not wish to know. She tugs on his hook until he steps closer, the blunted edge of it catching at her hip. “Your face is super obvious right now.”

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Tears of the Goddess

Originally posted by worldstyles

This is part two to Nectar of the Goddess and it had really fucked me up writing it. Hopefully you like this smutty, angsty, sappy mess that is Tears of the Goddess. There will definitely be more to come. 

Y/N was following along with everything Harry said, finally understanding the name, until he got to the very end. “..a goddess fo’ me goddess.” Y/N couldn’t imagine why Harry would have gotten the puppy for her. Nyx was his and she needed to stay his. Y/N couldn’t take care of anything right now, she was barely keeping those cacti at her apartment alive.

“What do you mean H? Did you get Nyx because of me?”

“Not exactly… but… I mean ‘f wasn’t fo’ you then I may not ‘ve bought her in the first place.”

Harry was rubbing at the back of his neck with a weak smile on his lips. He thought that Y/N would be far happier than she was about the idea of a puppy. Y/N on the other hand was shaking her head rapidly.

“Harry, you shouldn’t have done that. I have to leave in a week. This is fun, but how are we supposed to make this work when I’m back home? You shouldn’t have gotten a puppy for me.”


Y/N is leaving, but Harry is going to do everything he can to make her stay.

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Saints and Sinners

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. (Forgive me father, for I have sinned); Unbeta-ed, Not proof read. I’m a pathetic loser sorry guys.

Word count: 2577 (Sorry mobile users. Its super long.)

Genre: Angst/Smut

AN: I am not sure yet but I think I’ll be writing a series of smuts in form of chapters(if you guys think I should). Each chapter may/may not be interlinked. Chances are they wouldn’t be because I suck at maintaining integrity haha lmao. I am so bashful rn I can’t even tell you guys Bughead smut is such a turn on I haven’t a written any fics before on this forum. All the beautiful writers out there, thank you so much for the inspiration. Just a humble attempt from me haha. Also, English isn’t really native language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Please try to ignore thanks! Please leave reviews. Happy reading :)


Betty Cooper has always deemed herself to be the strong, independent woman who knows the better of everything. But that never implied she wasn’t prone to jealousy. And when she saw Southside High’s very own Mafiosa, Toni Topaz sitting beside Jughead at the cafeteria leaning onto him with her legs crossed idly on the table, her insides convulsed in swirls of jealousy so strong even she hadn’t known there could exist. Betty could feel herself suffocate as the sound of girly snickers coming from this one particular table surged into her senses. Toni was talking in between her giggles and god knows what it was about but she had managed to score Jughead’s attention oh, and not just that he was even laughing.

Looked like he really enjoys hanging with her. Wonder what that girl was all about.

Betty shrugged the thought away with a sigh. It had been so long since the last time they met. At least a a month ago. Travelling from one side of the town to another was difficult for either of them and now with Jughead joining the Serpents, there was hardly any time when he’d not be preoccupied. Of course there was skype and text messaging but no matter how naff it sounded, Betty missed Jughead. She missed working on the Blue&Gold with him after school and she missed his little beany hat and god, how the skin of his palm feels on her neck. But most of all she missed his presence around her.

And here she was, travelling 10 miles on a bicycle wanting to surprise Jugheadd by making an appearance at his school??? What was she even thinking. He clearly was having the time of his life in a place where he says he fits in and dear god, how many times has he mentioned he absolutely hates surprises?

Betty felt dejection form a lump in her throat. She clenched her hand into a fist and subconsciously let her fingernails dig deeper into her skin and made up her mind to leave.

Betty wasn’t wrong, actually. Jughead was really into Toni Topaz but not exactly how Betty thought it to be. His instincts towards Toni was very and only friendly. It was safe to say that Toni was his only friend in Southside High, going by the kind of social grip he has and jughead indeed enjoyed her company.

But today was different. Today he was distracted. Today, he was missing Betty way too much to focus on any other thing and while sitting with her at the cafeteria when he had let his eyes wander off, they had hitched onto a familiar pastel cardigan and blonde hair tied in a pony tail.

“Betty” Jughead rose from his seat, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile.

Betty stopped in her tracks hearing her name.

Her name, his voice. God it had been so long. She turned to face him breaking a soft smile.

“Why were you-How did you get here!” he spoke, putting his arms around her.

“I-uh” Betty ventured, haltingly. “I just thought I could come and see you. In your new school.”


They held hands as they walked back from school to Jughead’s new home. It was a trailer that one of his mates from the Serpent’s group offered to him after he was asked to evacuate the previous one, for security purposes. Betty hadn’t spoken too much on the way. The thought of Jug and that girl from the cafeteria throbbed in her head. At one time, she even considered she could be over-thinking. And it wasn’t like Betty and Jug were girlfriend and boyfriend. Truth is, they never got a proper closure to what was going on between the two of them.

“D-did you do all this with her?” she finally spoke, cutting whatever Jughead was talking about midway.

He failed to grasp what she was talking about and stared back at her with a puzzled face.

“Walk back home with her” she shrugged, her eyes already brimming with tears. “Hold hands.”

“Betts” Jughead stopped walking. “What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about?” she said, now fuming. “I am talking about your new high school romance with whoever she was you were sitting with.”

Jughead smirked. “Betts, you getting jealous?”

It did not take time for him to realise. Betty Cooper was indeed jealous. Jughead hadn’t seen this side of her before and he wouldn’t lie, he was kind of enjoying it until he saw her eyes well up.

Betty dug her nails deeper into her palm and let blood trickle down her fingers. She was having a hard time controlling her tears already and on seeing Jughead smirk, she broke into tears immediately.

“N-no. It’s -just” she said, her voice breaking as she looked away. “All these people they are with you every day. They get to be around you every day. And I don’t.”

“Oh Betts” Jughead engulfed her in a hug. He thought she’d rage and hurl words at him but instead when she started crying, he felt remorseful about trying to draw amusement out of her state previously.

“Juggie, I miss you” her voice muffled as she spoke into her chest, her tears staining his dark green t shirt.

“I missed you so much Betty.” His words came out as a whisper as he breathed out, trying to absorb her warmth into his body as they remained like that in each other’s arms outside Jughead’s battered trailer.


Jughead pulled away from her lips and attacked her neck, earning a low squeal from her as she arched her neck, letting her head drop back exposing more skin for him to reach. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, the cardigan already sinking on the floor. He was leaving marks in all the places his mouth had been- under her jawline, her neck, the hollow of her collar bones and the flesh of her chest and by the time he got rid of her peach lacey bra, he had her squirming beneath him as they lay on the couch, Betty’s head resting where the back rest meets the arm rest and Jughead cornering her into position as his body hovered over hers.

His thumb brushed over her breasts taking his own sweet time when he reached her aching nipples.

“J-juggie” she moaned out his name. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, she shuddered.

“Its been so long” she struggled with her words as Jughead continued with his entrancing attacks paying absolutely no heed to what she said. His hands had kept hers locked, pinning them down on either sides of her head.

This was torture. She needed to feel his weight on him and his skin on her fingers. Betty tried to wriggle out of his grip but in vain, he was too strong and he wouldn’t budge.

“P-leaase” it came out as a whimper. She was losing her mind.

“Please what?” Jughead’s voice vibrated on her chest.

“I want to touch you” she said, the frustration clear in her voice. He chuckled letting go of her hands allowing her to tug at his t-shirt and then complying as she tried to pull it off him over his head.

She noticed how the muscles on his abdomen had toned as she ran her hands over them feeling the texture of his skin on her fingers. She put her hand around his neck and rubbed slow circles on his nape as her hips rocked rubbing herself on his stiffening cock. She knew how much this turns him on.

She let out a throaty giggle on hearing him growl.

“You’re gonna regret it so much now” he whispered.

“Sit up.” He instructed. Betty had lost her ability to think so she complied whatever he asked her to do. Jughead pulled her into his lap with her back towards him. Betty’s skin flushed. She spread her legs even without him asking her to. The red of her face had now spread till her chest and god, she was dripping for him. His hand slipped in through the waist band of her matching peach panties and rested on her opening. Just rested there feeling up her warmth, not moving. Not even a bit. He could feel her throb under his touch and wasn’t he enjoying it.

“Jug-OH” she gasped as his finger nipped at her clit encircling it in slow agonizing circles. His other hand was on her chest kneading into the flesh of her full breast, his fingers deftly rolling her nipples which were now flushed red and sore. She moaned, this time in pain and Jughead instantly eased his fingers realising he was going too harsh on her. Causing her discomfort would be the last thing he wanted to do especially when they were making love. Betty relaxed her head on his shoulders and turned so that their lips could meet and when they did, she nibbled on his before giving into a full mouthed kiss.

Betty pictured their present situation in her mind. Jughead without a shirt in his denims, his slumped laxly on the couch with his hands wound around her toying with every intimate spot on her body and herself splayed across him as exposed as she could be only with her undies on. The thought of herself in such a compromising position with him made her leak. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his stiff member rubbed against her hips.

“I-“ she gasped, breaking from the kiss. She was out of breath and incredibly turned on. It had been so long, she was afraid she’d not last a minute longer. “Juggie, I need you! Please”

He needed her too. If Betty was thinking he hadn’t missed her and he hadn’t yearned for her every night lying on his bed, she was wrong.

But today he was in mood to play.

“Jug please. Stop doing this to me” she groaned in frustration as he pushed her back to their previous position, cornering her on the couch and proceeded to go down her body, sucking on the supple skin of her stomach and tracing the biting softly at her belly button. He pulled her panties off her waist and dragged them till her ankles which Betty quickly rid.

“Just one taste, Betts” he muttered before dragging his tongue across the length of her slit in one long motion.

“Fuck! Juggie –I don’t think I can last long if you keep doing that.” She found it difficult to structure proper sentences. She had lost control of her senses. Her breathing was erratic and her insides twitched every time her clit came in direct contact with his tongue. Betty’s toes went rigid as she struggled to hold back, curling them and dragging slowly across his back.

“You see, Betty” he spoke, in between striking his tongue at her entrance. She squirmed and wriggled in her position which only resulted Jughead hold her thighs down apart firmer. “This is how I feel all the time when you’re not with me. Smothered and out of breath.”

Betty was afraid she’ll pass out. She was a quivering mess under his uncompromising assaults and she didn’t care. She wanted more. Betty had never been edged to this extent before. Usually, Jughead would give in to her pleads after teasing her for just a little bit but today he seemed he had no plans to stop.

“And if you think anybody else in this whole freaking world can make me feel the way you do” he stopped to suck in her juices that were dripping all over the place now. “You’re very wrong Betty Cooper. Do you understand?”

She hysterically nodded a yes fearing, begging him to take her on the couch as deep as he could with no holding back, no inhibitions.

To her extreme gratification, he finally let her thighs go and rose from his position.

“I love you so much” he croaked, lowering his face closer to hers. Taking her hands in his, he kissed the scars on her palm frowning when the acidy taste of blood hit his tongue. So this is why she didn’t rage. This is what stopped her from hurling words at him previously.

“I am so sorry, Betts” he looked into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I love you, Jughead Jones. More than you can ever know” her eyes glistened. She could cry.

Betty’s toes had started tugging at the ends of his blue jeans. She wanted them off him and he knew better than to tease her any longer. He rose up and unbuttoned his pants and in one swift motion he pulled them down along with this boxers.

“C-can I?” he asked for permission before thrusting in to which she only growled in agony. He pushed into her opening slowly at first, pushing as deep as he could go. No sooner, they had picked up a rhythm. To and fro, in and out. Betty accepted his thrusts unreservedly, wrapping her legs around him. No inhibitions. She was losing integrity as the pooling sensation intensified at the pit of her stomach.

“God you’re so freaking tight!” He felt her insides clench around him as he continued his motion. “Betty I am going to-” before he could complete his sentence, she had pursed her lips on his not only giving him permission to finish but also letting know that she needed release too.

When they came, they came together in one intense wave of orgasm rippling through their bodies. Jughead’s body rocked with hers as she involuntarily rubbed her legs against him. Soon, he relaxed his weight, balancing himself on his elbow and sliding to one side.

“That was” she started but Jughead finished her sentence. “The best sex ever?”

She laughed. “Never knew delayed sex could be the best sex ever.”

“Are you saying we should stay away for weeks before I finally get to be indecent with you?” he asked, arching his eye brows.

“You know, just for the feeling” Betty smirked.

“I am sorry I don’t think I can stay away from my girlfriend for this long again” he spoke into the crook of her neck, his voice still hoarse from their afternoon ordeal.

Betty frowned, still keeping the smile plastered. Jughead looked at her questioningly on seeing her frown.

“You just said I’m your girlfriend” she blushed.

“Are you not my –I mean, don’t you want us to be that way?” his eyes widened and heart hammered

“Juggie” she whinged. “Yes, I obviously do its just that” she stopped. “What was that all about? You and that girl at the cafeteria”

“You mean Toni Topaz” he answered. “We’re great friends in school Betts. She has been of great help and with a lot of things around school. But if it bothers you so much- “

“Juggie, no” she shook her head. “I’d never want you to –I trust you. You need friends” she smiled, cupping his face. “I don’t know what happened to me I just –I overreacted. I am sorry.”

“Its okay Betts" he smiled. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that part even a bit.”

Betty rolled her eyes and looked outside. It was evening. When she looked back at Jughead his eyes were closed and his lips wore a smirk.

She got up from her place and walked over to this particular chair on the other hand of the room and picked up his Serpent’s jacket.

“Hey Romeo”  she leered. He looked at her.  “Drop me home?”

Jughead smiled at what he saw. Betty in his Serpent’s jacket. Only in his Serpent’s jacket. These were the times Jughead regretted saying he hated surprises cause this girl right here was blowing his mind.

Thats it guys. You made it. Yay!

“Maybe I Need You” - Kian Lawley Imagine

It was Friday night and I was home alone lying on my comfy couch under a big cozy blanket. Actually I wasn’t alone, there was my second best friend, my dog Blue, lying beside me. The two of us were watching movies and just chilling - a ttpical friday night for me. 

Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell and Blue started barking. I lazily got up and headed toward the door with Blue following me. I opened the door and found my best friend Kian. Kian was my ‘first’ best friend who I’ve known since I was born. He lives in a house next to mine and basically, we spend every day together and always do everything together. 

‘Y/n’ He whined making a pout face.

‘Kian? What are you doing here?’ I asked but I was interrupted by Blue who was still barking like crazy. ‘Blue, it’s okay, it’s Kian,’ I said and he finally stopped. 

‘Hey, boy.’ Kian said addresing to Blue as he stroked his head. 

‘Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?’ I asked him as I sat back in my spot on the couch and covered myself with the blanket again. 

‘Well, we were on a date, but it ended sooner than I thought it would.’ He sighed sitting next to me. 

‘What happened?’ I asked. I was secretly happy because he wasn’t on that date but here with me. I’ve always had a small crush on him even though I admitted that to myself only a year ago. 

‘We went on a dinner and then came to my place and we started making out and just when we were about to bang, I got a text from a girl that I met a few days ago saying that she thought about my proposal and that she wants to go out with me. Mia saw the text and she went crazy telling me that I’m an ashhole and other shit and then she just left.’ He said. He changes girls more than he changes his socks and that was a flaw of him. He never could keep a girl longer than 2 weeks. 
‘Say something!’ He said when he noticed that I was silent. 

‘What do you want me to say? It’s your fault. You can’t be with 5 girls at the same time. I thought you learned that by now.’ I said. 

‘Girls suck.’ He said as he laid his head in my lap. 

‘Oh, so I suck too?’ I asked pretending to be offended. 

‘You don’t suck, but other girls do.’ He said and I chuckled playing with his hair. 

‘You wanna know what I think?’ I said. 


‘I think that you need to find a girl for a long term relationship. But that girl needs to be someone who you’re really in love with, someone who you’re ready to give everything for. Someone who loves you as much as you love her.’ I said and he leaned himself on his elbow. ‘You need a girl who will calm you down and make you feel like when you’re with her that you don’t need anybody else.’

He was carefully listening to me and looking deep in my eyes. ‘Can I ask you something?’ He asked quietly and I nodded. ‘Do you love me?’ 

‘Of course, I do. I always have and always will.’ 

‘Maybe..’ He started quietly. ‘Maybe I need you.’ He said looking at my lips. ‘Maybe you’re that girl.’ He whispered. I smiled just a little bit and then he kissed me. It was long and nice kiss until I pushed him back. 

‘Kian..’ I said. ‘You can’t do this.’ 

‘What’s wrong?’ He asked, ‘You just said you love me.’ 

‘Yeah, but I don’t wanna be just another girl that you’re going to use and then throw away.’ 

‘What? Why do you think I’d do that to you?’ He asked. 

‘Because you do that to every girl!’ I said a bit louder than I wanted to. 

‘You’re not every girl to me’ He said. ‘Y/n, you mean so much more to me than any of those girls. When I’m with you I don’t need anyone else. You make me feel complete. There’s no replacement for you, y/n.’ He said taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger. ‘And you probably think that I’m saying this now just because Mia blew me off, but I swear I’ve thought about this moment a million times and it’s finally happening. I’m sitting here and telling you how I really feel about you. I’m being more honest than ever. I have feelings for you, y/n. I love you and I want you.’ By now my heart was melting, but at the same time I was terrified because I didn’t want to start something with him and then lose him forever. 

‘I-I don’t know what to say..’ I said quietly looking at his lips. ‘I know that you’re being honest with me, I can feel that. And I’m in love with you too,God I love you so much, but I just-’ 

‘Do you trust me?’ He cut me off. I nodded and then he asked again ‘Then why are you afraid to try with me? I promise you that I would never hurt you purposely. I know that you’re the one for me and I don’t want to lose you.’ He said and it was enough for me to let go of my fear. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sat in his lap wrapping my legs around his waist as well. 

I put my hand on his cheek and smiled at him before connecting our lips together again. ‘What about that girl that you got text from?’ I asked him. 

‘Baby, I don’t even know her name.’ He said. I chuckled throwing my head back and he attacked my neck with kisses. ‘You’re the only woman for me!!’ He shouted and then Blue jumped on us. 

‘Hey love.’ I said placing a kiss on Blue’s head. 

‘You see this beauty that’s sitting in my lap, Blue?’ Kian talked to Blue ‘She belongs just to me and you.’