skin-tight-dress

Say You Love Me

Prince Liam x MC

Summary: When the girl he loves doubts if his feelings for her are true.

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My well manicured fingers tugged at the fabric of the skin tight cocktail dress, attempting to pull it lower down my bare legs. The engagement tour so far seemed to be crawling with the most eligible nobles, each of whom didn’t hesitate to allow their eyes to rake my body. It made me ill just thinking of the thoughts invading these men’s minds. Little did they know, the one man on my mind was Cordonia’s newly crowned King.

At the thought of Liam, my heart seemed to flutter. I couldn’t help the small smile play at my lips as my body suddenly felt the ghost of his touch. The effect he had over me was dangerous, especially when we were supposed to stay apart. I could never seem to help it. Liam was intoxicating and by this point I was far beyond addicted.

My eyes scanned the room, searching for the man I love in order to steal a few moments with him. The well-dressed crowd made it surprisingly difficult to spot him. As my eyes raked across the dance floor, I was pleased to find him sharing a dance with his mother as the orchestra continued to play a soft melody. His mother whispered something quietly to the King, instantly causing a harmonious laugh to escape his throat. I smiled at the sound, I adored seeing him genuinely happy.

“You know, you’re not making your feelings for the King very subtle,” A familiar voice teases. I roll my eyes obnoxiously before turning to face Maxwell. A small smirk played at the corners of his lips as he gently nudged my arm. “You know I’m just messing around. I think your love story is one for the ages!” He exclaimed, capturing the attention of a few people nearby. I quickly quieted him, gesturing to the eavesdroppers. A handful of the nobles share judging stares before turning away, resuming their likely pointless conversation.

“It would be one for the ages if we were even allowed to be together,” I sighed aloud, glancing towards the faraway King once more. It seemed so unfair to me. Liam was so close, yet he was just out of my reach. I noticed his bright blue eyes scanning the room, stopping once they landed on me. A genuine smile overtook his features, his eyes shining a little brighter as we stared at one another from across the room. I felt my cheeks burning a little from the intensity of his look, but unfortunately his mother stole his attention once again causing him to tear his eyes from mine.

Maxwell chuckled, forcing me to tear my thoughts away from the King. His brown eyes sparkled as he stole two flutes of champagne from the tray of a server passing by. He passes me a drink before raising his glass in the air, “Lighten up! It’s a party, remember?” Maxwell delicately touches his flute to mine before raising it to his lips. I quickly follow suit, wanting to lighten up as Maxwell suggested. I tip the contents into my mouth, savoring the flavors of the expensive champagne.

After quickly finishing my beverage, the clinking sound of glass captures the attention of the entire room. The drunken nobles are swift to silence one another, their eyes turning towards King Liam and his fiance. He and Madeline stand at the front of the room, his arm tightly wound around her waist, a wide smile plastered across each of their features.

He proceeds to deliver a pretty mundane and repetitive speech, thanking the court for attending, thanking the host, and emphasizing how excited he was to marry his lovely fiance. I force myself not to scoff loudly at that bit. Liam begins his closing words before he is interrupted by the head of household. The large drunken man slurs loudly, “Enough talking, kiss the girl!”

My body stiffens as the room begins to applaud, encouraging the happy couple to prove one another’s devotion to each other. I grip my arm tightly in attempt to remain calm, I had to remember it was more than likely people were watching me and taking note of my reaction. With that thought in mind, I politely clap along as if the sight wasn’t going to nauseate me.

I watch as Liam’s eyes frantically scan the room, likely looking for me. His eyes are quick to find mine and I somehow manage to nod, assuring the man I was okay. He then turned his fiance, gently cupping her cheeks as he leaned in closer to unite their lips. At the contact, the room burst into cheers at the sight of the engaged couple while I was holding back tears. My teeth gnawed at the inside of my cheek, trying to distract myself from the sight.

The two of them together seemed natural, easy. They easily had the appearance of a royal couple and despite what Liam has assured me so many times before, it did seem like some sort of chemistry existed between the pair. Unable to conceal my feelings any longer, I exited the grand ballroom beginning the small trek back to my bedroom.

I managed to fight the tears threatening to spill from my eyes until I reached the privacy of my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I felt like a fool coming back. It would have been better if I went back to New York, not just for the sake of my feelings, but for everyone else. Liam wouldn’t have to deal with the complications of my presence at court and he could likely be happy with Madeline. I was able to imagine their blissful future with one another, and I felt quite confident Liam was beginning to become more conscious of that image as well.

A knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly rub at my eyes with the back of my hand, likely smearing the makeup that Hana had worked so long to perfect. I sniffle a bit, trying to quiet my sobs before opening the door. No one other than Liam stands within the frame, a look of concern overtaking his features.

I begin to close the door once more, but he presses his palm to it before entering my room. My head shakes at his obvious stubbornness, but I allow him past me and quietly close the door in order to prevent others from interrupting. His eyes scan my features, taking notice of my slightly swollen eyes and sniffling nose. “Have you been crying?” He questions quietly, gaze darting towards the floor.

A laugh of disbelief escapes my throat, “No, my allergies are just really bad this time of year,” I’m surprised my smart ass remark somehow managed to get a quiet chuckle from him, but nonetheless I was happy to hear his laughter. I rub my eyes once more before asking more solemnly, “What am I doing here, Liam? Why am I letting myself get hurt over and over as I watch you fall in love with someone else?” 

He crosses the room towards me, taking my small hands in his. I try to pull away, but his grip remains firm and tight around my palms. He releases one of my hands to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Who the hell said I was falling in love with Madeline?” His voice breaks at the end of his sentence, as if he was the one now choking back tears.

I pull away from him, the contact between us only making it easier to give into him. My arms cross around my chest as if I was protecting myself from him as his glistening eyes continue to bear into mine. “It’s so easy to see the future you have with Madeline. She can provide so much more that I can’t, and I want you to have that,” I explain, focusing my eyes on the wall behind him.

“I don’t want any of that with Madeline. I never have and I never will. All I want and will ever want is you,” He begins, starting to slowly close the distance between us. “I want to wake up beside you every morning, I want to be able to kiss you in public, hold your hand, take you all over the world because I know how badly you crave to see it,” His hands pull mine from my chest, positioning them directly over his heart.

“My heart only beats for you, no matter how cheesy it sounds. You’re the one I’ve always wanted. How can I make you see that?” He questions.

“Say you love me, Liam,” I respond quietly.

All at once, our lips crash together furiously, the tension in the room driving our bodies into a frenzy. My hands tug at his clothes, silently begging for the suit on his body to be shed. He is quick to comply, before tugging at the zipper across my back. The dress I was wearing turns to a pool of fabric at my feet as we continue to trip towards the bed, the only sounds being the loud beating of our racing hearts and the kisses we shared.

As I fall onto the mattress, Liam pulls apart for a brief moment. “I am so incredibly in love with you,” With those words, our bodies melt together, nothing able to contain our passion.

me in the future
  • my kid: mommy will you sing me a lullaby?
  • me: sure sweetie
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Summary: The man in the bar can’t seem to keep his eyes off you. || sebastian stan x reader || oneshot

Warnings: smut, oral (f/m receiving), face fucking, (very brief) naughty stuff in a (kinda) public place (its an elevator), wall sex

Note: Chris would be the best wingman lol; i’ll add this to the masterlist later

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Tease (M)

Originally posted by louizlake

Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club? 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot (if enough ppl want it), so you could expect the real smuttiness to occur in the next part ;) Anywho, there is brief mentions of arousal, lewd actions, and strip teases in this chapter. This will be a mature read, so you have been warned! 

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“This can’t be right…” you exasperate in confusion.

You look at the small entrance to the building, scratching your head. The place looked as if it was some type of club, as you could hear the loud music shaking the ground, even from where you were standing. There was a line up to get in, and you couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the people waiting, were females.

There’s no way Jimin would work here, he doesn’t even like clubs… you think in your head.

The reason you were out here by yourself at 11pm at night, was because you found out Jimin recently got a job. He would start buying more expensive clothing, and offer to pay more for you whenever you two went out. Obviously he was making some nice cash, so when you asked him about it; he completely ignored you.

You two have been best friends and roommates since freshman year in college, and now you both were in your third year. Jimin typically hid no secrets from you, as he was a very open and relaxed person. So when he purposely didn’t tell you where he was working, that made you highly suspicious.

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I Want You [Jay Park]

Warning: Contains heavy smut. Do not read if you are underage. 

A/N: Thank you to @admincl for the input and helping me decide on how I wanted this to end. 


The first package had arrived just before a meeting on a Monday morning, the stark red of the large bow against the tanned box the only reason your secretary had called out to you as you left the office, her voice enunciating the curled white letters with a thick french accent.

‘Louboutin’s… Jay won’t be pleased when he sees the credit card bill this month.’ She’d winked slyly, sharing a knowingly smug smile with you.

‘Honey, I know you don’t think I use a man’s money to buy my shoes… They’re probably a gift from him to apologise for canceling on me tonight. Leave them on my desk, I’ll return them later. I don’t take bribes.’ You’d said with a laugh, swishing the thickness of your hair over your shoulders before leaving, loud heels clicking with authority on the tiles as you departed.

If it hadn’t been for the rush you’d been in, you would have checked them a lot sooner. You would have noted the blank card, gold script scrawling anonymous across it. You would have understood that the lack of sender was an indication the shoes weren’t for the reason you’d thought. But you hadn’t. With the stress of your day, they’d fallen completely from your mind. It wasn’t until you’d sauntered back from your meeting that you’d spied them, perched dutifully on your desk and patiently awaiting your return.

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The Accidental Sext

Overview: Wrong Number AU. Piss drunk, you decided it would be a good idea to send a raunchy photo of yourself to your ex. But as fate had it, you sent it to the wrong number.

Word Count: About 4,500.

Warning(s): Swearing, drinking, drunk texts, some suggestive content, slight sexting, so much fluff. No smut, but should be 16+ to read.

Author’s Note: Modern, Muggle AU; Sirius Black x Reader. I was reading some “I accidentally sent nudes to my boss” horror stories and this idea came into my head. (Sirius is not her boss.) Enjoy! ;)

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Not Afraid Anymore

Author: @stilinski-lover-24
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Rating: NSFW 18+
Warnings: Dirty dancing, rough sex, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), dirty talking, teasing, light dom/sub themes, marking, light consumption of alcohol, and minor violence
Word Count: 5,675
Request: Anon requested “Ummmmm how about friends with benefits with Dylan and then he confesses his feelings for you and other stuff I guess” so here it is!
A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE. I’ve just been busy lately and had no time to write this, I lost my motivation for a while and now I’m starting high school so I’ve just been dealing with a lot lately. So thank you @lordofassgard for helping me with this, especially the ending. You helped motivate me to finish this and I’m forever thankful for that. Thank you :)

Dylan and everyone is not an actor in here, but rather the boys like Dylan, Tyler P, and Daniel are in a band living in New York. And also, since it is the title of this story, I recommend you listen to this song.


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[ Only did the hyung-line for now since I really couldn’t come up with anymore ideas that wouldn’t be repetitive to the previous, so until then this is all I could give :( but thanks so much for requesting @xxred-vengeancexx !! hope you enjoy it nonetheless :) ]

Seokjin

 “Jagi, come on! We were supposed to leave six minutes ago!” 

Jin didn’t see it, his focus being on the stairs, but his hyungs all rolled their eyes at his exactness with time. It’s not like they were in a hurry - but Jin being the mom that he is couldn’t stand the thought of being late, not even to this simple event. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

Now it being his turn to roll his eyes, he couldn’t help but scoff. You said that same phrase twice already - and look who still has yet to come down. You. Turning his back from the stairs and gazing down at his watch, he mentally counted the seconds that went by. It was until finally the clicking of your heels could be heard that brought his attention right back. 

“Oh, thank go-…” 

He went to give you a sassy remark, playfully mind you, only for the words to get caught in his throat at the mere sight of what you were wearing. The dress itself wasn’t all that bad, it was just…the v-cut cleavage that it portrayed. Jin could feel his mouth turn dry, gulping down to moisten his throat again, but failing when you finally made it to the bottom. Doing a little twirl, you raised an eyebrow to silently ask him how you looked. 

Silence was all you got as well, him only staring at you with his mouth wide open. It wasn’t until the boys actually caught sight of you from where they sat - basically mimicking their elder’s expression. 

“Holy shit…” Jungkook voiced first, mummers of agreement following after. 

Jin had finally snapped from his trance when he heard him speak, quickly blocking you from being seen by the others. Clearing his throat, he calmly asked them to meet the two of you in the car. 

“But, hyung-” 

“Now!” 

Not needing any other persuasion, the rest of BTS quickly raced out of the door, leaving the two of you behind. Jin now looked at you with darkened eyes, his mouth now closed and words finally pieced together. 

“Have you lost your mind, jagi?” 

“What ever do you mean, Jinny? Don’t you like my dress?” You spoke in a soft, taunting voice, yet again doing another twirl. Suddenly being grabbed by your waist, he pulled you in close to where you could practically feel him through his dress pants. 

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He slowly glared down at you, the smirk on your lips only deepening. “You think this is funny?” 

“Since you were rushing me every five minutes, I decided to have a little fun with my outfit. No harm done. I’m ready now, like you wanted - so let’s go.” You went to pull away, only to be yanked right back. Letting out a small squeak in surprise, you stare up a Jin with no longer a smirk, but now in confusion. “Jin..?” 

Once again staring in silence, Namjoon had returned to see what was taking the two of you so long - as if he didn’t have a pretty good idea. “Hey, we leaving or what?” 

Not even a second later did Jin toss the keys toward the leader, not even bothering to look in his direction. After Namjoon clumsily caught them, by the looks of things - you two were definitely not making it to the party.

Yoongi  

 Going out for a drink was his idea. He just didn’t think he would regret it. 

Yoongi was sitting in the secluded area with his members, now no longer in the mood to drink as his hyungs practically ogled you from afar. They thought he wouldn’t notice, but his mind was sharp. He noticed the minute you stepped out of your car. 

But, he certainly couldn’t blame them. Tonight, you had needed a night out just as much as they did - with all the stress of school, and work - life in general. So going out to the club was something you looked forward to. And what better way of celebrating your one night of freedom than a black skin-tight cocktail dress and platform pumps to match? You were looking like a whole meal; and any guy with eyes and a dick could see that. 

Unfortunately, that’s what broke the camel’s back for Yoongi. The fact you were catching attention from not only his hyungs - but also other men. You had left to grab yourself another drink, turning him down multiple times, saying how ‘you got it, it’s fine.’ That was 10 minutes ago. Once the beat of your favorite song hit your ear drums, off you went to shake what your mama gave you. And onward came the stares from other men. 

“Suga, can you believe the moves on that woman,” Taehyung commented, clearly drunk off his ass. “Y/n has the whole club watching her - I always knew she turned heads~” 

“In that dress, hell yeah.” Hoseok chimed in. 

Yoongi could practically feel his blood boiling, he was so angry. He knew they would only say those things to get under his skin for kicks - and of course it worked -  but didn’t mean he wanted to admit it. And what he really hated was that he had no plausible reason to be angry with you for wearing such clothing. You were your own person, it was your body, you could wear whatever you felt comfortable in. 

He just couldn’t help to feel possessive. 

“I mean, the legs on that girl. They could go on for miles in that dress. How come you don’t invite her more often, hyung?” Jimin grins in his direction, enjoying to see him squirm. 

Finally he sighs, “You assholes know I love her - watching someone you can’t have be stared at like she’s nothing but tits and ass is frustrating enough. The comments aren’t really fucking helping, either.” 

With that being said, Yoongi stands. Not saying another word - or even giving them a single glance - he leaves. Whether you noticed or not that he was gone, he didn’t want to ruin your fun. 

Namjoon 

“What the hell are you wearing?” 

Namjoon couldn’t believe his eyes - his baby sister dressed in nothing but a bathing suit, with a flimsy crop top and shorts. You had appeared into the living room with that on, nearly making poor Jimin choke on his popcorn. 

“Kim Y/n, I asked you a question: what the actual fuck?!” 

“Calm down, Joonie, I’ve decided that we’re going out tonight. There’s this swimming area that a friend of mine told me about, and recommended to go at night. So, obviously, I came down here to take you guys with me.” 

All eyes remained on you, some not even on your eyes anymore. Once noticing that, since it was oddly silent between the boys all of the sudden, Namjoon completely loses his shit. “Yah! Eyes up, you perverts! This is my little sister!” 

“She’s not so little anymore~” Hoseok teased, his tongue sticking out just to spite the leader. “Plus, night swimming sounds fun! This night’s been nothing but dead so far - this is the excitement we need!”

“I’m sure Jungkook is excited enough,” Taehyung giggles, pointing in the direction where the maknae now sat with a throw-pillow covering his lower-half. 

“Shut up!” He hisses, clearly embarrassed. 

“Oh, that’s it!” Namjoon quickly stands up, taking you by the arm and practically dragging you into another room. “You’re all banned from even looking in my sister’s direction, or prepare to have a foot up your ass!” 

To your dismay, he drug you in the direction of his room where he would lend you his clothing to wear, that was definitely large enough to cover every inch of your skin that he felt would trigger any suggestive thoughts.

 That left behind the conflicted members to sit in the living room with the image of you in a bathing suit burned into their minds - daydreaming about ‘what could have been, but never was.’ 

It wasn’t until Jin broke the silence by clearing his throat. 

“So does this mean no swimming?” 

 Hoseok 

 The costume party was banging - everyone was having a great time. It was just a little something to celebrate Hobi’s fire-ass hixtape finally being released, and he thought it be great to just dress up - sort of like an early Halloween.  Everyone was there - from his hyungs, to his manager, his producer, co-workers, friends, the whole shabang. The only think that was missing was you. 

You had told him you wouldn’t be able to make the party do to complications at work, and forcing you to work the night shift. Of course he was crushed his number one supporter couldn’t make it, but when you told him that after work, he could have you all to himself, that brought that sunshine smile of his right back in no time. 

Wandering around the party, greeting and thanking the guests for coming, Jimin was quick to zig-zag through the crowd to come and catch him by the arm. Seeming to have been looking for Hoseok all around the house, Jimin was a little winded. “H-Hyung…you are the luckiest man…in the whole entire world.”  

Raising his eyebrow in confusion, Hobi nods anyway. “Thanks, I worked really hard on the-” 

“No, no, not that. I’m talking about-” Soon, Jungkook was next to join the two of them, also appearing to be a little winded from running all around the house. 

“You are so getting laid tonight!” 

This only seemed to push Hoseok even further into the dark; what on earth were they talking about? Not even having to say the thought out loud, Yoongi appears right behind him to answer all of his questions with a simple statement. 

“Your girlfriend’s here.” 

Almost snapping his neck in two by how fast he started looking around, just those four words changed his mood from ‘Happy Sunshine,’ to “Hyperactive Hoseok.’ It wasn’t until he finally caught a glimpse of your face that sent him into full sprint mode - nearly knocking over people who were unfortunately in his path. But, when he finally did catch up to you…

“Oh, my god…” 

The costume you had chosen was nothing but sinful. How the black lace complemented your skin, its tightness contouring your curves to perfection. Not to mention how straight up short it was; you were by far the sexiest french maid he has every laid eyes on. He felt kinda stupid now for dressing up as a bumble bee…

“Surprise! I got to leave early from work, so I thought I’d just throw on this old thing and come on down before it was too late!” All he did was stare with his mouth hanging open, but the way he was doing it looked as if he were horrified. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to-”

Before you could even think about doubting his happiness, he didn’t hesitate to grab you by the hips, pull you in close, and just claim your lips as his. It was hot, passionate, and unexpected; you definitely flipped that switch within himself that only you got the privilege of seeing. 

After a couple of minutes have passed, and the desperate need of air, you two pulled away. Breathing heavily, you both stared at each other with hooded eyes, now just standing there - holding each other. 

“You have any idea what some of my hyungs said about you, jagi? I admit, you are a goddess, but this? What are you trying to do to me?” He traced your bottom lip with his thumb gently, a smirk slowly growing on his face. “They’re even staring at you right as we speak.” 

Turning your head to the side, slightly, and you’ll be damned. There they were just mere meters away - eavesdropping. As soon as they’ve realized they’ve been discovered, they were quick to make it look like they were minding their own business. Chuckling slightly, you return your attention back to the man of the hour. 

“Or maybe they’re just jealous that a grown man in a bumble bee costume gets to have a little fun with his sexy maid once this party is over~” 

Hoseok hums at the proposal, hands traveling up and down your lower back slowly. “How exactly did you manage to leave work early?” 

“For good behavior.” You couldn’t help but to make it sound more sensual than it really was. But, Hobi didn’t mind one bit. 

“Is my baby gonna be able to keep that up for the rest of the night?” 

Pretending to think about it, you decided to be a tease and pull away from his hold. Turning in the other direction, you threw one last sentence his way before walking in the other. “Get rid of all these people, and I just might.” 

Hoseok has never ran so fast in his life. 

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Yongguk\Reader\Namjoon | So, You Don’t Love Her? (M)

Originally posted by missbaptan

Originally posted by rapnamu

Request: Namjoon + reader + yongguk daddy kink smut??

Genre: smut. daddy kink. poly!relationship. the tinest itty bitty pinch of angst, i can’t stress the smallness more.

Warning: dirty talk. overstimulation. oral. praise kink. orgasm fixation.
Length: 4.5k

Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.

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Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.

The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.

Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his clothes and skin.

Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man. He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.

And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men wrapped around your finger.

-

You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly handsome.

You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised, leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.

“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your confidence and began to flounder.

He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”

So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.

-

It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked in. What a dream meeting.

He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy smile. God, he was beautiful.

“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.

“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”

He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.

-

It was only a couple months later that you found out the two of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing wrong with it.

“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a shy smile on his face.

“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.

After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat you down.

“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.

Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.

“What is it?” You asked, frowning.

“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He took forever to get to the point.

You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted out, “What do you think about polyamory?”

Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”

The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.

“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked, earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never even putting the cup down.

“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.”  He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk. “We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”

Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”

“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions about it.”

“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re closing a business deal?”

“I am a business man.”

“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”

“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”

You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.

“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.

-

And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.

You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.

“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s car.

“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips at the question.

“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“

You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached to table with a sigh.

“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair beside him.

“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it. What’s your answer, ____?”

“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you keep up this cold-guy façade!”

“It’s not a façade.”

“You- “

“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin bickering more.

“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across his face.

You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk heaved a sigh of relief.

“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.

-

A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.

Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men for when they got home.

At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.

You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.

You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.

Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to answer.

When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.

When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to see it was you and the smile faded.

“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held some degree of malice.

Joon and Guk? They must be close. You thought.

“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15 minutes.”

“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sigh.

“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”

She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway? A house sitter?”

You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”

“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll just come by again when one of them’s home.”

With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over to get the food out.

Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud greeting.

“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”

“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be honest, you didn’t really care enough.

“Nah, I’ll wait.”

And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all headed to bed.

To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.

This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.

“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.

“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.

“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into the house. “Gukkie, baby!”

Baby?

Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty look on that man’s face.

“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.

“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”

“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry with me.”

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”

“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always been the sensible one.”

There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole through the girl.

“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their attention to you.

She was about to say something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.

“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he straightened up.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or I’ll throw you out myself.”

“Joonie, baby…”

“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.

“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m just trying to fix things.”

“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted, gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.

“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko. We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.

“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”

Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.

“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.

“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of the living room to his office.

Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.

“Guk, what-“

“I don’t want talk about it _____.”

“But-“

“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too disappeared. This time to the bedroom.

You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.

-

You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the smallest shit.

You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly you were growing tired of it.

Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.

Probably sulking you mused.

It was 11:45 before Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso, he smelled like he’d been drinking.

That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.

“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on a coat hook.

“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say something to piss him off.

“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”

You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”

“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.

“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.

“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset over this!”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”

Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall watching it all unfold.

“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the problem is?” You whispered.

You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the bathroom.

You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the sting of tears.

“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your thoughts.

“…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”

Yongguks words passed through your mind.

Did Keiko showing back up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?

You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching nighttime television and holding in your tears.

A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk to you about it all.

“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.

Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”

“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.

“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on you. On both of you.”

“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to say?”

You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”

“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”

“Real subtle Guk.”

“I am who I am, Joon.”

“You’re a joke.”

“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”

-

Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers from your lips.

Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so you could lean against his lap.

“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out, feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.

Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.

“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”

“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your wetness.

“Yes, what baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded, you could see him grinding against the bed.

Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your cunt as he tasted you.

“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh? How’s her cunt taste?”

Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over your shoulder.

“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy. “God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.

“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.

Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt hugging his intruding fingers.

“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your Daddies.”

Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting kiss on your clit.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.

Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”

“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped out, making the younger man groan.

“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”

Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding against Namjoon’s cock.

“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”

Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to both men’s touches.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.

“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.” Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.

Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt, letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began to soften inside you before he pulled it out.

“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.

Then, he switched places with Yongguk.

You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock out.

“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars, pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.

“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning down to kiss your head.

Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum. But, he would never dare neglect you.

His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm, already sensitive to his touches.

“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”

Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds, not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you began to cum.

“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.

A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts, letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall to the bed.

“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.

After a moment of silence, you spoke.

“So…you don’t love her?”

Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.

“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.

“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.

“Who invited you?”

“Hey!”


it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.

anonymous asked:

Yoongi, 6&“Get on your knees.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Rated - M

goblin inspired. 

muses: ceo!yoongi x heiress!reader
genre: angst, smut, fluff
words: 2.8k
note: this was meant to be under 1k bc it’s supposed to be a drabble but. please forgive me for the upcoming ceo au’s

warning: sexual tension, oral, “get on your knees, yoongi.”


you knew him, not personally per se. but you might as well claim to with all the things you’d been hearing of that man. at the age of 22 he had graduated college and immediately got into the business. two years later, he’d earn his masters degree and his startup had been blowing up with established business pledging alliance and overpouring promising clients waiting to sign contracts of agreement before others waltzed in and stole the chance.

and yet, you refused to be one of the many that’d worshiped the ground he stood on. you detested the need to have him as an affiliate. you loathed having to put on the ivory, skin tight dress, wear your hair up and don yourself the bloodiest red on your lips. and you gravely hated having to sit across from the man who didn’t even bat an eye at you as though you were another pretty instrument he would keep within his chambers as your father discussed the terms of the agreement with cold sweat running down his temple - as if this man was beyond god. min yoongi - what a humble name for a god though.

“the things here all belong to you, you may do as you like, go along with your routine as before so long as you do your part in the contract - appear as my beautiful loving fiancee in public events.”

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Second Thoughts (M)

Genre: Smut
Summary: Promises of a fun night head down a much different direction when you catch your boyfriend locking lips with another woman and when you’re left pining for a stranger, you do what you think is right.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, public sex, sex with a stranger, cheating
Word Count: 1759
Written By: Smutty Gilfairy with a lot of assistance from Smutty Jaefairy
A/N: This will technically be the first fic I’m putting on the blog, I hope you guys didn’t wait too long for something from me hehe. Enjoy~

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I wanted to write just a couple key moments in bugheads life! Enjoy guys! It’s a long one, better grab some popcorn!
****

“I have no idea.” F.P said defeated, throwing his hands in the air and looking helplessly at his son, who was staring at himself in the mirror with the same confused look in his eyes.

“It’s impossible. This is not humanly possible.” Jughead Mumbled as his fingers toyed with his shirt collar and he tugged restlessly.

“It’s satans work is what it is.” F.P growled pulling the offending object from his neck and chucking it at the door, unfortunately Betty chose that moment to walk in and was hit square in the face by the dark blue silk tie.

“Oh!” She said surprised, holding the garment in her hand and smiling at the boys in front of her. “Thankyou?” She asked.

“Sorry Betty Blue Eyes, you got caught up in the middle of a fight between me and that jerk.” F.p grabbed the tie from her hands and squeezed her shoulder smiling warmly at his favorite little lady.

“No problem.” She laughed “having a little trouble?” She glanced behind F.P at Jughead and he smiled shyly, putting his hands up and shrugging as his tie lay limp around his neck

“This is not a simple tie Ms.Cooper, it is the tie to end all ties” he held it out to her and she rolled her eyes
“My apologies, here let me help”

Betty’s hands expertly twisted around F.Ps neck and within seconds his tie was perfectly done and she was moving to stand by Jughead as F.P stared at her in amazement
“You are a lifesaver little one” he plopped down on the couch and stared at the two teens before him.

Betty was standing before Jughead as Jughead leaned into the blondes hands and took up her space

“How are you feeling?” She whispered as she tugged on his shirt collar, her fingers gently passing his neck. Today was F.Ps final court appearance and the judge would decide if he had jail time or just community service

“Nervous. Nervous but ready.” He said, his hands moving to gently rest on her waist. Betty had been there through all of it, she had sat beside him at every court date, held his hand as he visited his father, and she had been in the passenger seat the day they had made bail, now she was here for the end and he didn’t think he could do it without her.

“I’ve got faith.” She smiled and gently tugged his tie straight. He looked down at her and prayed that she could read his mind, that she could tell just how much her being there meant to him, just how grateful he was for her. He dropped a kiss to her lips but quickly pulled back when he saw the bright flash go off beside him.

“Dad!”

“What?” The older man held up the Polaroid proudly “its for the grandchildren. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”

Betty shook her head and giggled, grabbing the truck keys and smiling

“Alright boys, onward and upward and into the jaws of death.”

The two Jones boys shook their heads and smiled. Betty Cooper was something else.
****

“It doesn’t matter mom, it wasn’t meant to last, you knew it, I knew it, he knew it. We were just fooling ourselves. If Veronica stops by tell her I’ll be over tonight. I just… I need..” as Betty’s eyes filled with tears, she shook her head quickly and ran up the stairs, slamming her door as she collapsed into sobs on her bedroom floor.

Alice placed a hand to her heart, her daughter was in pain and it physically hurt her to see the normally bubbly blonde revert back to her old ways. She hadn’t seen Betty this upset since sophomore year. Taking a deep breathe she moved to start up the stairs when a pounding on her front door stopped her in her tracks

“Ms. Cooper! Please! Ms. Cooper, you have to let me in! Please let me explain! Please!” Jughead was pleading with her from the opposite side of the door, opening it slowly she was met face to face with her daughters absolutely frazzled boyfriend. Jughead beanie was missing and the flannel he wore was buttoned completely wrong, while his suspenders hung unclipped at his side, his dark waves were a mess.

“Oh thank god” he mumbled, rushing into the household “she doesn’t understand that she’s all i want, she doesn’t know how much she means to me, I don’t care about any of those fancy names or big places, all I want is her, I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said but she’s just so stubborn ya know? I mean I…” he was cut off by the quick and heavy footsteps sprinting down the stairs

“Stubborn?! I’m stubborn?! Have you looked in the mirror recently? I’m just trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life! I’m so sorry for trying to help you!” She shouted in his face, pushing past her mother and standing toe to toe. Alice Cooper stood frozen in her spot.

“Don’t you get it?! You are my life! You’re everything to me. I don’t care about any stupid acceptance letters or big name schools, I want to be wherever you are! My publicist doesn’t care where I’m located, I can write my books from anywhere!” He was begging her but she shook her head.

“I’m not leaving Riverdale Jughead, my family is here, pollys here, baby jayjay is here. They have a great elementary education program at Riverdale Community. I’m staying here. But you! There’s a whole world for you to see out there! I love you and I’ll miss you so much but I cannot be the reason you miss out on seeing the world!” Tears were falling freely down her cheeks now and he placed his palms on either side of her face

“You are my world! Everything I want is right here. I love you. I love Riverdale, if this is where you want to stay, this is where we’ll stay. My dads here, and Jellybean comes here every summer, this is my home too. My home is wherever you are! My first book is already doing so well I can afford to get us an apartment! Don’t you want to be with me?” He wiped at her tears as his own built in his eyes

“Of course I do! I love you. I just don’t… I don’t want you to hate me.. to resent me with time.” Her eyes dropped and he shook his head

“I love you. I could never hate you. I would follow you anywhere, you’re just saving me a trip.” He smiled when he heard her quietly giggle and he pressed his lips to hers
“Wherever you go I’m right beside you okay?” He asked as she nodded

Suddenly the couple was blinded by a bright light and looked up find Alice Cooper standing before them with a digital camera in her hands

“Mom!”

“That was beautiful! I’m an old woman let me live vicariously through your love” she snapped a few more as Betty and Jughead rolled their eyes before both posing goofily for the camera.
***

She laughed as F.P swung her around the dance floor, sending her poofy white dress flying as he lifted her off her feet before placing her back on the ground and holding her by the waist.

“So how does it feel to officially be a jones?” He asked as they slow danced to the familiar father daughter track.

“Long overdue I’d say” she giggled as he puffed his chest out proudly. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle, I invited my dad to the reception but…” she trailed off looking around sadly.

F.p shook his head, Hal Cooper was an absolute idiot, that he was certain of.
“No Betty, Thankyou. You saved my life. You saved my sons life and I can’t repay you for that, you stuck by him through it all, and I know what a tough son of a bitch he can be.” Betty giggled

“Hey that’s my husband you’re talking about!” She smiled brightly.

“You’re decision not mine” the older man teased, spinning Betty around “anyway. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter in law, so thank you for saving both of us.” Betty wiped at her tears as F.P let his freely fall

“Are you making my wife cry on our wedding day?” The familiar timber of Jugheads voice caused them both to smile. F.p gently shoved Betty into his sons arms and took Alice by the hand

“We’re bonding.” He shrugged before moving to the center of the dance floor, Alice laughing the whole way.

“What was that all about Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked slightly concerned at her tears.

Looking up at her husband, Betty smiled happily
“Nothing at all Mr. Jones.” He beamed as he dropped a kiss to her lips

“This way you two!”

Veronica called from beside them, she held her camera up and motioned for them to smile as she snapped the picture. Veronica took photos fro fashion magazines all over the world and as Betty’s bridesmaid she demanded she also be the Wedding photographer. Looking up at Jughead as he stared lovingly down at her, she ignored the bright flash of the camera and stared deep into her brand new husbands eyes.
****

“Oh no.” She stood in front of the mirror.

Jughead came running out of the bathroom
“Oh no what?!” He asked frantically, reaching for the bag by the bed.

“I look like a whale.” Betty said blandly, still staring at her reflection in the mirror “might as well call sea world, who needs a book launch, I’ll just start a new career as the first pregnant whale to speak English.” She pouted as she tugged on the skin tight black dress, pulling her nude heel over her foot.

Jughead bit his lip to keep from laughing, tonight was the launch of their very first book as co authors, it had gone over so well that they were already number five on the New York Times Best Seller List. Apparently the concept of a couple writing a book together did very well for sales and they were already sky rocketing, Us Weekly had actually written a two page spread on the “Small Town Star Crossed lovers.” Unfortunately Betty was six months Pregnant and all belly, she seemed to gain no weight anywhere else and as a first grade teacher she was used to flowy sundresses and flats. The stylist had picked out a tight dress and high heels, she looked absolutely amazing to Jughead but apparently the mirror said something else.

“You look beautiful. Too beautiful to even argue” he wrapped his hands around her waist and rubbed her baby belly.

“Really?” She wasn’t one to be vain but hey, pregnancy really does things to your self confidence.

“ absolutely.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear and felt her shudder. Oh yes.

“Alright who’s ready for pictures!” Kevin came into the room and waved his tablet around. Oh did I mention? Kevin was the Jones family manager.

Jughead rolled his eyes and smiled goofily at Kevin as Betty stuck her tongue out

Kevin snapped the picture and in a dull, unamused voice exclaimed

“Charming”

Jughead smiled down at his wife and bent down to press a kiss to her tummy for good luck

“Ready mama?”

“You got it daddy.” She giggled.

****

“Ma! Come here!”

Betty came barreling down the stairs, her ten month old daughter , Lila, snuggled against her chest

“What’s the matter Cody?!” She looked him up and down for any damage

“Chill mom, I just wanted to know what this was.” The nine year old boy held up the dark blue album and handed it to her, gently taking Lila in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Betty smiled at the scene in front of her as she ruffled her sons dark waves.

“This is Mine and your dads, it’s our memories.” She opened the album and began flipping through the pages, pointing out pictures and telling the story that went along with each one, Cody was in hysterics and Lila had fallen back asleep.

“Dad really wore that beanie everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes from laughter

“Yeah well you wear your burger boxers everyday to school.”

Both Betty and Cody turned around at the familiar voice, Jughead stood against the door frame, arms crossed and grinning.

“It’s different! Not everyone can see them! How did you even land mom! She was like… well.. no offense mom but you were a babe and dad… not so much!”

Jughead snorted
“Oh no offense mom? What about no offense dad?” He walked forward and started tickling his son who began laughing like crazy and grabbing at his dads hands, Lila woke up and stirred reaching her arms out for her older brother

“I’ll go feed her! Then I’m going to go play basketball with Jason Andrews, next door.” Cody gently grabbed his baby sister and led her to the kitchen.

Jughead plopped down beside his wife and draped an arm over her shoulders, staring down at the album

“How did I land you?” He asked, gently nuzzling her neck as she stretched.

“Right back at you Romeo.” She dropped her lips to his.

Forever and Always- Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 3600

Warnings- some cheesy ass fluff, smut, slight daddy kink, swearing, unprotected sex ( wrap it in foil before you check her oil kids) idk what else

AN: SURPRISE!!!!!! With all these new pics and gifs of Dylan at tonights met game I had gained so much inspo! This wasnt really a request but @skepticalstilinski said someone should write about dyl and his jersey so i jumped at the chance! I wrote this in two hours and no its no proofread so sorry for any mistakes. (I just read this myself and I realized I switch between 1st and 2nd POV sooo much. Bare with me and I will try to edit it tmr). 


You and Dylan had been together for 4 years now and you could honestly say that you were head over heels in love with that man. You’ve lived together in a small 2 bedroom, 2 bath house for 2 years now. It was perfect for just the two of you.

Dylan was the type of person who was so chill and laid back. Yes he was famous, but he didn’t let that change who he was, and I loved him more because of it. In my eyes Dylan was just a normal guy. We met in a bar on my 21st birthday. The mets were playing on the tv’s and it was surprisingly quite dead. I was at the bar ordering shots when the Mets had scored a homerun and out of the corner of my eye the brown eyes beauty jumped to his feet, pumping his fist in the air, and hollering at the tv.

“Two shots please!” I yelled out to the man behind the bar. My best friend had ran off to the bathroom and I was now standing alone at the the counter ordering us shots for when she returned. It was pretty dead in here for a Friday night, but then again this place was on the outskirts of town where no one really went.

“Woooo baby!” I heard from across the bar. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a man with his back to me. He has black jeans on, a white mets jersey, and a black hat with the mets logo on it placed backwards on his head. I turned my body to take in his appearance more. He hadn’t turned around yet so I wasn’t able to see his face, but from what I could see from the back of him he was hot. I giggled at the little scene he just made, a smile adorning my lips. It wasn’t meant to be loud It he definitely heard it.

He turned around looking for the culprit of the noise and that’s when your eyes met his. You were right, he was just as hot as the back of him. You eyes roamed his face, landing on the stubble spread sporadically across his chin. It wasn’t a lot but definitely enough to leave a burning sensation between your thighs.

“Hi” he spoke softly. You hadn’t realised he had moved closer to you and your cheeks turned red as you realised you were staring.

“Hi” you muttered. It came out quieter than you had intended but he still heard it.

“So what are you doing here all alone on your birthday?” He questioned, pointing to the golden sash placed around your upper half.

“Oh I’m not alone, my friend just went to the bathroom” Just as the words left my mouth You caught my best friend out of the corner of my eye on the dance floor with some guy she just met. “On second thought, she’s right there” You added with a chuckle and a slight grin.

“Well if you don’t mind I could keep you company?” He stated, sounding more like a question.

“I don’t mind at all” You responded. “So what’s a guy like you doing here all by himself?” His eyes were boring into yours with such intensity. His eyes were the color of honey and they were absolutely mesmerizing. His tongue poked out and wet his lips, the thought of his tongue making you shake coming back to the forefront of your mind.

“I wanted a drink but didn’t have any at home and also wanted to watch the game so I thought this was the perfect place,” he gave you a soft smile.

“I see, I’m guessing you also didn’t want somewhere crowded in case someone recognized you?” He smile faded and his eyebrows furrowed. “You know who I am?” He quizzically asked you.

“Of course I do, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable”

“I appreciate that” he softly spoke, a breath being released brim his chest.

He turned away from you for a slight second to look at the screen. An even bigger smile spread across his cheeks as his eyes landed on the score.

“How long have you been a fan?” I asked the very attractive man in front of me. He turned back to me with a smirk.

“Forever and always” he simply replied. “Are you a Mets gal?”

“Forever and always”

Over the four years that you had been together, you watched every single Mets game. It didn’t matter whether it was in a restaurant, at your house, or in a Stadium. You never missed a game, and every single time Dylan was clad in his White Mets jersey and his black Mets hat. This quickly became your favorite sight. Not only did you find it incredibly attractive seeing him so passionate about something, he looked good while doing it. His jersey clung to his back as he was hunched over with his elbows on his knees, outlining every one of his back muscles. His hat perched on top of his luscious locks that you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through while he pounded you into oblivion. You crossed your legs and rubbed them slightly together trying to create some kind of friction as the heat began spreading throughout your body at the dirty thoughts running through your mind.

“You alright baby?” He questioned, his eyes still glued on the tv.

“Ya I’m fine baby” you said through gritted teeth.

“No you’re not. You’re flushed, and your legs are clenched together. It’s the jersey again isn’t it?” ‘God how did he know me so well’ you thought to yourself.

“Fuck. Of course it is Dylan. You know what that damn thing does to me”


It was a Tuesday night, but it wasn’t any normal night. Tonight was yours and Dylan’s five year anniversary. He had the week off and so far you’ve spent it cuddled up on the couch binge watching your favorite movies together. However, tonight Dylan was taking you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate your years together.

Your were in the bathroom getting dressed when Dylan came in and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“How’s my favorite girl?” He whispered into your ear and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“She’s good, how’s my handsome man?” You said while turning around in his arms so you were facing one another. Your hands moved to his cheeks and pulled him into a soft, sweet, and passionate kiss. It didn’t last long but it was still perfect. You pulled away and just stared into one another’s eyes for a few seconds. It amazed you that eve after so long, his eyes still made you feel like they did they very first time you looked into them.

“You ready to go?” He broke the silence and you nodded your head. He grabbed your hand and you walked out of the house and to his car. He opened the door for you before jogging around to his side and joining you in the Bentley.

The ride to the restaurant was filled with the sound of you two singing along to the radio. His fingers never left yours the whole way there. When you pulled up to the restaurant Dylan got out of the car to open up the door for you like the gentleman he was. His hand reached out for yours as he helped you out of your seat. Standing up, you smoothed out the end of your skin tight navy blue dress. You may or may not have worn this particular dress because it was his favorite color.

“You look so perfect baby” he said to you as you were waiting for the hostess to bring you to your table. A couple minutes had passed before you were both seated at a table for two in one of the more secluded back rooms.

You looked at the man across from you, your hands linked together across the table. Neither of you said anything but you knew exactly what the other was thinking. God I’m so in love with you. Your moment was ruined when the waiter came out and asked what you wanted to drink. You ordered a white moscato and Dylan ordered a blue moon. When the waiter left you went straight back to your bubble that only had enough room for the two of you. It sounded cheesy and it was, but you were so in love with this man sat in front of you.

The next hour went by quickly. After pulling away from each other you looked over the menus trying to decide what to order, you decided to order a couple of appetizers instead of full meals because everyone knew you two loved to have variety when it came to your food. While you waited for you me food you reminisced on some memories the two f you have shared over the course of five years. Thinking back, it felt like just yesterday you had met him that night at the bar. You two held small conversation filled with giggles as you ate your dinner and sipped on your drinks. The waiter had come back out and asked if you would like any dessert, you agreed and both decided to split a mini lava cake.

When the waiter came back out, he came out with a mini lava cake that had a number 5 drawn across the top in chocolate frosting. There was something else too. Underneath the plate was a rectangular box wrapped in brown paper and topped with a red bow. You looked to Dylan with furrowed eyebrows.

“I know we said no gifts but I had to get you this one” he spoke. “Go ahead and open it” he added. The waiter was still standing there which was pretty confusing to you. You pushed it to the back on your mind and focused on the gift. Your fingers worked quickly to tear back the paper and and your eyes were met with a white box. You lifted the top off of the box and saw what looked like a white button up folded neatly into the cardboard. Before you had time to reach for it. Dylan had grabbed something shiny from the center of the fabric and moved in front of you so he was down on one knee. You immediately gasped as the gears started turning in your mind. Your hands flew to cover your mouth and gears began to well in your eyes.

“Y/n 5 years ago all I wanted to do was get a drink and watch my favorite team. That same night you waltzed into a bar on your 21st birthday, little did we know that night would change the rest of our lives. 5 years, 5 beautiful years with the love of my life. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to spend my time with. You aren’t quite like anybody else I’ve ever met. Just your presence is enough to brighten my mood. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He took my hand in his as he spoke up once more. “Y/N  Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and making me the happiest man alive?” Tears had escaped your eyes and were freely running down your cheeks as you listened to his words. Before you had anymore time to think you quickly nodded your head and muttered a quick yes. He slipped the beautiful silver and diamond embedded ring on your finger and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Your mind was moving a million miles a minute as you tried to grasp what was happening. Dylan Obrien just proposed to you.

Your mind slipped back to what was still in the box. The white button up still folded neatly. You looked at Dylan and back to the fabric a few times before he told you to take it out. Once you unfolded the material you recognized it immediately.

“Dylan, this is your Mets Jersey” I said dumbfoundedly. I looked to him as if asking for an explanation and he was already one step ahead of me.

“I know, but I also know how much you love it and I think we can both agree that it looks much better in you.” You we’re smiling ear to ear as he spoke. “Turn it over” he instructed. You did as he said and turned over the white material in your hands. It was a coincidence that Dylan’s jersey hand already had the number 5 in bold blue thread, however, something was there that wasn’t before. The words ‘FOREVER AND ALWAYS’ had been added above the number 5. When you realised what the simple phrase really meant, you were a mess of tears and smeared mascara. Dylan took it from your hands and unbuttoned it, placing it on your shoulders. “I know it’s not much baby, but I wanted you to have it” His forehead rested against yours as he wiped the tears away with his thumbs.

“Are you kidding me? This means the world to me Dyl” once again you had pulled each other in for a kiss except this one was much more heated.


Your back slammed against the door as soon as it was shut. Dylan’s hands gripped hard against your hips.

The whole car ride Hope was filled with teases. His hand on your thigh slow inching up, you’d on his doing the same. As soon as he got the chance to kiss you, he took it.  Now here you were pressed up against the front door to your house.

His tongue entered your mouth without warning and quickly began massaging yours with his own. Your hands tangled behind his head gripping into his hair as his lips moved from yours to your jaw and down your neck. He left sloppy wet kisses all the way down the the fabric of your dress, surely creating purple and red bruises somewhere along the way.

“Alright come on, future Mrs. O'brien!” He said as he pulled away. You weren’t sure what he meant but before you could ask he had picked you up by the waist and thrown you over his shoulder. You squealed as he padded down the hallway to your room. Before throwing you on the bed, a quick smacking sound echoed throughout the room, a stinging in your ass soon following. He threw you down onto the mattress tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the floor before crawling over top of you and kissing his way up your body through your clothes. The feeling tickled and it made you giggle. You could feel him smirk against your stomach as he kept moving towards your face.

“God you look hot in this jersey” he pressed his lips to yours for a moment before pulling back and whispering against your lips, “but I think it would look even better on the floor.” A moan escaped your mouth at his words and your eyes met his. They were darker than normal and were filled with want and need. You sat up so he could push the jersey off your shoulders and down your arms, discarding it somewhere along with his shirt. Your hands moved to the back of your dress fumbling with the zipper. You slowly moved it down it’s track as you stared into his eyes and bit your lip. “Quit teasing” he mumbled as he reached behind you to finish unzipping the offending fabric. He pushed the strapless material down your body and you laid back down lifted your hips so he could fully remove it. He groaned as his gaze collided with your bare chest. You could tell he didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra and you noticed the bulge in his pants growing bigger.

He was kneeling in front of you on the bed, you sat back up and reached to the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. You pushed his grey silk pants down his hips. He stood up off the bed and removed them completely. Your eyes landed on his perfectly outlined cock in his black briefs. You moaned at the sight before you. His hands moved to your panties as he slid them down your legs and he then removed his boxers too. He crawled back up the bed so he was hovering over you, his hand moved from your cheek to you breast, kneeling and tugging at your nipple. He then moved it down your side and gripped your hip surely leaving a few bruises. He continued moving closer and closer to where you needed him. His fingers grazed you folded just slightly, shivers shooting yo through you body. His finger dipped between your folds just long enough to be dragged all the way through.

“Fuck you’re already so wet baby” he moaned above you.

“I told you, it’s that fucking jersey” You responded quickly. “Now as much as I love our foreplay, I need you to fuck me right now” you pleaded through shaky breaths.

“Yes ma’am” he answered. His lips connected to yours in as hot, searing kiss. Your teeth crashed and your tongues immediately fought for dominance, his eventually winning. His hand that was rested beside your head moved down to stroke his hard member a few times. He lined himself up with your entrance before slamming into you with no warning. He didn’t give you time to adjust but quickly pulled back out before pounding back into you once again. Your back immediately arched up into his chest and your head rolled back into the pillow. He had never started out so tough before. This new side of him turning you on like crazy.

He took advantage of your newly exposed skin as your head was tipped back. His lips attached to your sweet spot right below your ear as he continued slamming into you. You reached up gripping onto his shoulders from beneath his arms. He continued his relentless speed causing you to take your nails down his back. He mewled at the pleasure, the vibrations from his mouth shooting from your neck down to your core.

“I’m …c- close… baby” you stuttered through panting breaths. He didn’t say anything but instead removed his lips from your neck and sat up so he was on his knees. He grabbed your legs resting your ankles behind his head. Your lower half was in the air as your head and shoulders were pressed into the bed. He gripped your hips ferociously and slammed back into you. This new position make your tits bounce back and forth. Your breath became ragged and your legs started to tremble. Your toes curled behind his neck and your hands wrapped the blue sheets beneath you. His pace never faltered as you screamed out, your orgasm crushing over you in waves. He rode out your high, letting you calm down from your high. He pulled out for a moment to let you catch your breath.

After you had both caught your breaths, he flipped you over so we’re now on your stomach. He grabbed your hips pulling them up so you were on your knees. You kept your arms and head down, pressing into the mattress. He stroke his cock once more before lining up and mercilessly pushing into you. He didn’t start off slow or steady, he slipped in and out of you with such force knowing you were still sensitive from your orgasm. His hand connected with the bare skin of your ass and your body jerked forward as you screamed out into the pillow.

“You like that, baby girl? You like when I teach you who’s in charge?” You moaned into the pillow trying to nod your head. He was not fond of your answer when he reached up gripping your hand into a ponytail and pulling your chest back to meet his.

“Answer me” he demanded in your ear.

“Yes, daddy” you mewled. He continued to pound into you from behind. You knew he was close when his pace began to falter. You were close too, so you moved one hand up to your breast and began kneading it roughly between your fingers. Your other hand moved down to your aching core and began ferociously rubbing figure eights on your clit. You breath quickened and you could hear Dylan’s did too. One more thrust and you had fallen forward, your juices releasing around his cock. Your clenched was enough for Dylan to reach his high and you soon felt his hot seed shoot through your throbbing core. He collapsed ontop of you before pulling out and rolling over into his back.

You were still on your stomach, both of you still trying to catch your breaths and come down from your euphoric highs.

You rolled over to look up at him through your hooded eyes. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” you whispered to him, already half asleep. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Forever and always baby” he responded with a quick kiss to your forehead. He pulled the covers up over the two of you before he drifted off to sleep. You leaned up pressing your lips against his cheek.

“Forever and always baby”

Videos Last Forever

Request: Could you do a Steve rogers x female reader, where they both love each other but neither will admit it, and both act as if they hate each other? Then it’s Tony’s birthday and the drinking games start, and they end up drunkenly confessing? Also, Jarvis records it so they have proof when neither remember in the morning.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: i know steve’s a literal angel, but i lowkey love writing steve as rude, but having many layers to him. anywho, i hope the anon enjoys this!

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You and Steve had a complicated relationship and it all started the day you met.

Tony had introduced the both of you and you were so eager to meet Steve, the person who had saved you all those months ago from a burning building. You were sure he wouldn’t remember, but you wanted to thank him anyways.

But Steve barely looked at you in the eye and didn’t move a muscle when you extended your hand as you introduced yourself. Instead, he said something about how much work he had to do and left. It was safe to say all your previous thoughts about the glorious Steve Rogers turned into hatred after realising how much of an ego he had.

But somewhere along the way, you fell for him all over again. You loved how he cared for his country, for kids, and for his teammates, although you knew you weren’t included. You cursed yourself and tried to suppress those feelings. It would be such an embarrassment if anyone found out. You were sure that Steve would laugh in your face and tell you to leave the team.

You walked out of your room and put your hair up in a bun as you greeted the others. “Morning, all,” you said as you yawned.

“It’s nine in the morning. Some of us have even up since six,” said Steve.

“Sorry for wanting to sleep in on my day off,” you scoffed.

“We don’t get days off, Y/N.” You groaned and picked up an apple.

It went on like this for a while. You weren’t tolerating any of his bullshit and you reacted mean towards Steve every time he made a comment. Every time you did, you could feel your heart sink farther down your chest and you tried to convince yourself he was no good for you.

“And next time, follow my orders. I don’t need a casualty in our team,” he barked.

“Well, excuse me for wanting to save people from a burning building,” you said.

“You may have a death wish, Y/N, but the rest of us don’t.”

“I didn’t see any of you come in to rescue me. The others knew I could handle it. Why didn’t you?”

Steve only grunted. “You need to listen to me. I don’t want you putting anyone in danger or else I’m ordering you to leave the team immediately.” You rolled your eyes and turned your back to Steve as you made your morning coffee.

“Just kiss and make up already,” Sam whined as he heard you two bicker.

“As if I’d ever want to kiss Y/N,” Steve scoffed. Your emotions faltered and your face dropped (as well as your heart), but you quickly replaced that face with another.

“The feeling’s mutual,” you mumbled as you walked out to the balcony.

“That was harsh,” Natasha noted as you closed the glass door.

“It needed to be said,” said Steve as he shrugged and focused his attention on the newspaper in his hands.

“I don’t get why you can’t let it go. The moment passed and she did save people. No one got hurt.”

“But somebody could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Nobody did, Steve.”

He huffed. “Drop it, Tasha.” She sighed and walked away.

Truth be told, she thought Steve had a thing for you and being mean was only a front he had put up. She saw him steal glances at you as you entered and exited a room.

It has been a few hours since you left to sit up on the balancony and Tony had popped by to tell you he was putting together a party for his birthday (early birthday as he and Pepper were headed to their vacation home for the weekend to celebrate).

“Be down at eight o'clock sharp,” he said.

“Sure, Tony.”

“I mean it, Y/N,” he said as he pointed at you, walking away.

“I know just the dress I’m going to wear,” Wanda exclaimed as she ran to her room.

“I, on the other hand, do not,” said Pietro, walking after.

“Y/N in dress and heels is something out of a comedy. I can’t wait to see this,” Steve said as he walked away.

You stuck your middle finger towards him and Natasha laughed.

-

You stared at yourself in the mirror and wondered if you made the right choice wearing this dress. But who cares, right? You felt good. Your mind wandered to Steve’s comment about seeing you dressed up. Surely he didn’t mean to bodyshame you, right? You shook your head. Steve may be mean, but not that mean.

It was a quarter until nine when you decided to make your entrance. You stepped into the elevator and put on a grin, making sure tonight you’d feel better than you had in the past few months.

Down in the common room, Natasha, Pietro, Bucky, Sam, and Steve had gathered around after mingling with people.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Bucky asked. “I don’t think I’ve seen her tonight.”

“Me either. Is she sick?” Sam asked, looking at Natasha.

“Not that I know of. She seemed fine earlier before she disappeared into her room.”

Steve snorted. “Wouldn’t be surprised if she ditched the party.”

“Uh, guys?” Pietro interrupted. “I think you want to take a look at this.”

Pietro pointed in your direction and the gang dropped their jaws. Your usual clothing was replaced by a skin-tight dress that showcased your body as well as your legs. Your hair was put into a sleek ponytail that bounced with every step and your heels made you look like the most successful supermodel in the world.

You made your way to Tony and gave him a hug. “Happy early birthday, Tony.”

“Damn, if I knew you looked this good in a dress I’d throw more parties,” he replied.

You rolled your eyes and he chuckled at his joke before a group of people had pulled him away.

Bucky whistled as you walked towards them and you laughed, putting your hand on his shoulder as a greeting.

“Evening,” you said.

“Hot damn! Twirl for us,” Sam beckoned, twisting your body. You laughed and obeyed. “I didn’t know you were hiding such a great figure,” he joked.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Pietro asked.

“You know Tony never has us buy drinks, Piet. But sure, you can buy me a drink.” Pietro led you to the bartender and you saved goodbye at Natasha.

Steve sipped his drink and stared as Pietro placed his hand on the small of your back, close to your ass. He almost didn’t hear Bucky calling his name.

“You’re making it painfully obvious,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You do, Steve. Don’t deny it,” Bucky said before leaving with Natasha.

All night, Steve glanced in your direction and noticed everyone had their eyes on you. The girl who would rather wear sweatpants traded her normal attire for something more revealing and he couldn’t help but feel jealous as you flirted with the men and women at the party.

A couple of hours have passed and Tony had pulled you with the group.

“Okay, let’s play never have I ever,” he suggested.

“What are we, sixteen?” Steve asked.

“Too scared to play, Cap?”

Steve grunted and shook his head. “Fine, let’s play.”

You sat beside Pietro and Natasha, squished between them. You were pretty much forced to sit half on the couch and half on Pietro’s lap and Steve noticed right away. He breathed heavily as Tony set out the shot glasses.

“Alright, fill up your shot glasses and refill them once you drink. Take a shot every time you’ve done something that was said,” he instructed as he poured tequila in the shot glasses.

“I’ll go first,” Natasha said. “Never have I ever done it in a public space.”

“Damn, you’re not easing into this game,” Sam noted before taking downing his shot. “Never have I ever thrown up on somebody.”

Bucky, Pepper, Pietro, and you took a shot.

“Never have I ever travelled to Russia,” you said.

“Aw come on, you’re no fun,” Pietro teased as the entire team took a shot.

You shrugged. “I live a boring life.”

After a few more shots, most of you were pretty tipsy if not drunk. Bucky and Steve were tipsy enough to slur their speech and you were tipsy enough to start saying whatever was on your mind.

“Never have I ever loved somebody who didn’t love me,” Tony said, looking at Pepper with a grin. The team admired their relationship, but turned their attention as you took a shot.

“Oh, unrequited love?” Sam asked. You slammed the small glass on the table and decided, in your drunken state, that you had had enough.

“Yes,” you breathed, keeping yourself upright. “He doesn’t look at me the way I look at him. He hates me.”

You faced Sam and hadn’t noticed everyone facing you. “Who, Y/N?” he asked.

“Steve,” you whimpered. “He never gives me the time of day. I just want to tell him I think he’s incredibly strong for dealing with the weight on his shoulders.” You hiccuped. “He makes my stomach go crazy, but it’ll never happen because he hates me and I act like I hate him.”

Sam frowned and looked at Steve, who looked surprised.

“I just want to be his,” you whispered quite loudly. “I’m independent, but I’m lonely. I don’t like being alone. He saved me from a burning building ages ago and I could never tell him because he didn’t care.” You hiccuped again.

You leaned on Sam’s shoulders and closed your eyes, indicated you were sleepy. Sam didn’t know what to do and looked around. Steve stood up instantaneously and helped you up, making sure you were balanced before speaking.

“Y/N. I-I didn’t know you felt this way,” he said, his eyes dropping.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “I don’t expect you to feel the same way.”

“But I do. Goddamn, I do.” Steve wrapped his arm around you as you walked to your room. Steve had tucked you in after you had insisted on taking off your clothes, to which he respectfully let you change.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

When you awoke the next morning, you felt extremely hungover and wiped the makeup off from the night before.

“Jesus, you look like death,” said Natasha as you walked out to meet everyone.

“I feel like death,” you groaned, rubbing your head. Steve looked concerned and offered you Advil and a glass of water. You raised your eyebrow. “Okay, thank you?”

Steve smiled sheepishly before returning to the couch.

“What’s up with him?” you asked, clearly unaware of last night’s events.

“Oh, you forgetful child,” Tony said as he laughed. “JARVIS, please pull up last night’s footage of Steve and Y/N.” Before you knew it, the sound of your confession had been heard by everyone for a second time and you put your head in your hands.

“I’m leaving forever and burying myself in a hole,” you said as you put your head against the counter, shielding yourself from the team.

“It’s cute,” you heard Steve’s voice say. You looked up.

“It’s embarrassing. I-I shouldn’t feel this way because you hate me.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows and walked to you. “I don’t hate you. I told myself I needed to get you out of my head, but I couldn’t. Damn it, Y/N. You drive me crazy in the best way.”

“So, you mean you like me back?”

Steve’s eyes twinkled and he nodded as he pressed a small kiss to your nose. “Yes, Y/N. I like you back.” You grinned and stole a sweet kiss, but Steve didn’t mind one bit.

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Murder at Stark Manor: Peter Parker X Reader

PART 1 of2

Midtown High Students have come to participate in Liz’s live action role play. The reader wants to confess her feelings for Peter but knows about his crush on Liz. No one actually dies, it’s ok :)

Word Count: 1.8k (OMG I’M SORRY T.T)

Peter Parker x Reader

Based on the board game Clue

Originally posted by she-is-beautifully-broken



It was the middle of the beautiful month of April, and around this time a grand party was about to be announced by the popular Liz Toomes. It was an annual gathering, only certain students were invited to partake in this year’s party. For it would be a party to die for.

“What do you think her party theme is this year?” Y/F/N Y/L/N asked her best friend as they walked through the crowded halls of Midtown High. Peter Parker looked down at her and shrugged, reaching his locker. Y/N picked at her army green sweater as she leaned against the locker next to Peter’s.  She took a moment to admire the spider boy, he was perfect, his hair, his body, even his fingers as they graced the lock.

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Sometimes, I think a little heartbreak is good for people.
Before you stop reading, and curse me for thinking the ache you feel in your bones Is a good thing, hear me out.
A boy called Daniel broke my heart when I was 19, I think we all have a Daniel, you’re probably thinking of him (or her) right now.
Imagining their eyes, smile, the way they called your name, and the way only their arm’s made you feel safe.
If you weren’t already thinking of them, you probably are now - Sorry.
When he broke my heart I honestly didn’t know how to go on.
I’d spent so much of my time making sure I was perfect for him, I lost who I was.
I forgot.
I forgot that I love walking in the rain listening to 90’s jazz music.
I forgot that I loved scaring myself with murder mystery documentaries on a Friday night, and being so terrified that I fell asleep on my couch.
Forgot that I love ice push pops in the summer heat and cinnamon hot cocoa in the winter.
Being honest, I never liked that skin tight black dress that you always use to ask me to wear.
The French braid I had always wore was undone and left as waist length waves that you called pretty but I found annoying.
Every Sunday morning you’d make me black coffee in bed, but I hate my coffee black.
I like it with way too much milk and so much sugar that it doesn’t all dissolve, it sits at the bottom of the mug until at the very last sip, you mouth is completely filled with sugar – I forgot how happy that made me.
I don’t like that I changed myself so much to make you love me.
Mostly though, I don’t like the fact that until now I hadn’t even realised that I’d changed.
I didn’t realise that I’d replaced my Friday night murder documentaries with meeting up with you friends at the bar.
I didn’t see that I chose that awfully tight black dress simply to make you happy, and I forgot about my favourite sunshine yellow dress, that made its way to the back of my closet.
When you left, my heart broke into a million pieces, but whilst I was on the floor trying to put them back together again, I put my hair into a French braid to get it out of my face, and I remembered how much I use to love wearing it like that.
I made a cinnamon hot cocoa and fell asleep on the couch after scaring myself with a murder documentary.
I woke up and made myself a milky coffee with way too much sugar, and with the last sugary sip I smiled so wide that for a moment I forgot all about you.
I dug out my old yellow sundress from the back of my closet and took a walk in the rain whilst listening to my 90s jazz.
I passed the mirror in the hallway when I came home.
I was soaked through, my yellow sundress stuck to me and my braid dripped with water, making a puddle next to my feet, but I was grinning at my reflection.
The biggest smile I’d worn in a very long time.
In that moment I realised how much I had changed to make Daniel love me.
It’s not his fault, he never asked me to change for him.
I know now that I’m not the girl for him.
I hoped that if I morphed myself into something I knew he wanted, that I could slowly become it.
Making him fall in love with me was what I had wanted, but It slowly made me fall out of love with myself.
As I stood there in my hallway dripping wet, jazz music blaring and a bright yellow sundress clung to my body, I realised all I want from now on is to love myself.
So, Daniel, I am so sorry.
I’m sorry that you thought you’d found the one when I told you I liked my coffee black.
I’m sorry I put on that black dress every time you asked, because with every time I resented you more.
I never liked spending Friday nights watching you and your friends drink until I felt uncomfortable being around you all in nothing but a tight black dress.
None of that was who I am.
I hope that one day you find a girl who is everything I pretended to be.
I hope I find someone who makes me feel the way I wished you could of.
Until then though, I’ll dance in the rain wearing yellow sundresses listening to jazz and then I’ll drink cinnamon hot cocoas until I’m warmed through.
Thank you
For making me pick up the pieces of my heart.
For reminding me who I am and what I love.
Thank You for breaking my heart.
Love from the girl who changed herself for you.
—  L.S.
sudden realization 2 || j. jk

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Summary: ‘Right because as a member of BTS being an ass is not a requirement.’

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, SMUT(I’m practicing don’t judge my skills lmao)

Words: 1794

A/N: I decided to do a time skip and just continue to the angst. Itried writing smut again and I think I am getting the hang of it but not entirely sure yet haha. Please enjoy  (;

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