It’s been almost a year since you’ve been on a date. When Steve offers to take you out just to make you feel better, you don’t realize just what this might stir up for the two of you.
A/N: I wrote this for @rileyloves5 as she needs some cheering up, and Steve fluff is always a guarantee.
“I need some good places for tonight.” Buck looks up from
his phone as he comes into the living room where you and the team are strewn
about, playing on your phones, reading the paper, watching a random TV movie.
You’re in one of the chairs legs over the armrest, back against the other.
“Depends what do you have in mind.” Tony looks up from his
“I think I want to, you know, woo her.” Buck shrugs.
It was late and he knew he should be home, he knew he had work at the publishing office early tommorow morning, but Jughead Jones was not one to do what was expected of him, especially not when he had the worst case of writers block he had ever come across.
He was staring blankly at the open poppy field in front of him, New York City was definitely nothing like Riverdale, the pushing and the yelling and the overpopulated streets, so when he came across this hidden gem he had been eternally grateful for the tiny bit of peace and serenity it provided.
Archie snored loudly from the back of the beat up pick up truck Jughead was currently perched on top of, He smiled at his obnoxious best friend and went back to scribbling in his notebook. Jughead needed inspiration, he was at a standstill with his novel and Archie was happy to tag along, happy to be away from the studio for a bit, even if he couldn’t keep his eyes open for longer than an hour. Archie was an up and coming musician and he worked tirelessly to get his music heard, something Jughead had always admired about his best friend.
His eyes were fairly close to glazing over themselves as he watched the orange and purple sunset dip lower behind the hills.
“Betty! Please, these are givenchi! I’m going to get Pollen all over my new cape!”
Jughead eyes snapped open at the sound of a very agitated female voice, squinting into the distance he saw what had the dark haired girl so up in arms.
Honey blonde hair and long tans legs peeking out of a long flower white maxi skirt, slit up the side and blowing behind her as she pulled what he assumed was her friend through the flowers
“I’m gonna miss it Ronnie, I just found the perfect color for the sky and I’m gonna miss it if we don’t hustle! Move that Pilates sculpted booty!” She giggled, her hands gripping a variety of colored pencils and a thick white sketchbook.
Jughead couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde, her midriff was bare and toned underneath the loser white crop top as she made her way towards him, her eyes were looking directly past him at the sunset in the distance and he could make out bright hazel green irises. Apparently all the commotion woke sleeping beauty from his slumber and Archie crawled towards the roof of the car, setting his eyes on the approaching girls.
“Hey, you didn’t tell me there’d be chicks, look at the dark haired one.” Archie rubbed his eyes sleepily, leaning forward to get a better look.
Suddenly the two girls were directly in front of the dark green pick up truck and The blonde was climbing on top of it.
“Elizabeth!” The raven haired girl shouted, her eyes wide and appalled.
She continued to climb
“I’m so sorry, but I really need this view, I’m so sorry!”
She pushed past Archie and dropped beside Jughead, ripping the sketchbook open and immediately sketching the sight before her.
“I am so sorry about her. She’s an artist, I’m sure you know how temperamental they are. It’s the heat I think, it’s gotten to her, made her forget her manners.” Her friend stated pointedly, her hands on her hips as she shook her head.
Jughead was speechless, this absolute enigma of a girl was seated beside him, her thigh pressed against his as she effortlessly drew the most beautiful piece of work he had ever seen, he watched her draw strokes on the paper, the colors perfectly matching the scenery in front of them. He vaguely heard Archie helping the dark haired girl into the bed of the truck, when the beauty in question glanced up , placing her pencil down and sighing relived, apologetic eyes meeting his captured ones.
“I really am so sorry, it’s just the sunset moves so quickly ya know, I haven’t been able to capture it all week. And this is perfect.”
Jughead shook his head
“I get it, don’t worry about it. You can climb my truck anytime.” He smiled at the light blush that rose to her cheeks. She stuck her hand out
“I’m Betty Cooper, it’s nice to meet you.”
Betty Cooper?! His jaw visibly dropped as he stared blatantly. Betty Cooper was one of the most well known young artists in all of NewYork, her work was hung in the some of the best galleries in the cities. People begged for her work, she chose to remain anonymous in the sense of face to face. The only thing people knew of Betty Cooper was her and name and her talent.
From behind him he heard a giggle
“That’s not usually the reaction she gets.”
He looked over and The pearl wearing girl was perched on Archie’s lap
“I’m Veronica Lodge. And yes I am the world famous fashion designer, no need to drop your draw twice James Dean.”
Jughead raised a brow, he had never heard of her but from the looks of her he could tell she wasn’t lying.
“She’s very proud of her work.” Betty giggled from beside him, he could tell that the quiet blonde didn’t share the same outgoing personality as her friend, but from the soft way she smiled at Veronica it was clear they were very close.
“I’m Jughead Jones. Definitely not as accomplished as you but Jughead Jones nonetheless.” He gripped her hand, holding it for a second longer than necessary. His stomach flip flopping at the unfamiliar feeling, something in her eyes shifted and he knew she was feeling the same thing.
“He will be famous though, he’s writing a book and it’s really good, his publisher is just waiting for it to be finished.” Archie said from below, his arm slung lazily around Veronica’s waist as he whispered in her ear.
“You write!” Betty smiled, her hand moving to grip his arm as she looked at him excitedly.
Jughead blushed rose petal pink, and nodded shyly
“Something like that.”
“Id love to read your work some time.” She was so soft and gentle, Jughead wasn’t accustomed to this type of woman, growing up on the Southside of Riverdale, girls were bitter and angry, moving to New York he hadn’t been interested in finding anyone, but with her soft hand around his forearm and her long blonde hair brushing his cheek.. well maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He shook his head quickly, like she would be interested in somelike you, her a grip Jughead, His mothers nasal sharp voice echoed in his head.
“Well lover boys, we better get going. I have a meeting in Paris tommorow morning and then I’m back here by lunch.” Veronica shrugged, daintily stepping off the bed of the truck as Archie helped her down.
Betty rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Jughead as he laughed quietly, his hands wrapped around her waist and he carefully dropped her in front of him, her feet on solid ground, she stared up at him.
“Id like to see you again Jughead Jones.” She whispered.
Jughead swallowed heavily, his eyes boring into hers
“Id like that Betty Cooper”
She pulled her sketch pad out and scribbled her number down on torn piece of paper. Handing it to him she threw him a final glance and followed Veronica towards the trail.
Jughead watched her retreating back his fingers clutching the number in his hand, Archie came to stand beside him, holding his palm open
“Dude! You got her number too? Awesome! Veronica wrote hers in lipstick so I can’t really close my hand until I can find my phone…” Archie rambled on and Jughead smiled staring down at the piece of paper.
Jughead Jones life was about to become a whole lot different.
`by: mldrgrl Rated: NC-17 Summary: Hanella attempts to spice things up a bit by playing a game.
Hank watched from the bed as Stella walked around the room collecting items for her suitcase. Her blouse was open and her hair was still wet and coiled in a towel on her head. Her breasts jiggled softly as she bent and struggled with the zipper of her make-up bag. Her bra was slate-grey, satin, and he knew from personal experience, had a soft lining inside the cups. Even half-dressed and packing a bag, she was ridiculously enticing.
“Have you ever had to work for it?” Hank asked.
“Work for what?” she asked.
One of her eyebrows arched higher as she began to button her blouse. Hank pushed himself up from his reclining position and slid to the edge of the bed. She moved closer to him and stood between his knees as she closed the last button. He took her hand when she lowered her arm and turned her wrist up. He closed the button on her right cuff and then her left.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome.” He ran his thumb over the center of her palm and looked up at her.
“Have you ever had to work for it?” she asked.
“I’ve always been more of the pursued and not the pursuer. Has anyone ever turned you down?”
Stella moved away and unwound the towel from her head. She shook her hair free and closed the door to the bathroom behind her. A few moments later, Hank heard the hairdryer and he poked at the contents of Stella’s bag. He took her perfume out of the make-up case and took the cap off. The scent of it was too vague, so he sprayed a bit on her pillow and then leaned over, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply.
It was almost terrifying how bewitched he felt sometimes. He couldn’t imagine anyone ever saying no to Stella. He’d wanted her from the moment she sat down across from him in that hotel and he’d never stopped. Just the smell of her or the sway of her hips or the timbre of her voice at the end of a long day or the slash of bare skin in the slit of her skirt got him so hard. God, he was a melancholy fuck when she was going out of town.
The whirr of the blowdryer went silent and a few minutes later, Stella came out of the bathroom. The way she put herself together never failed to amaze him, but he found her just as beautiful with messy hair and no make-up. She caught him watching her as she closed her suitcase and she stepped back between his legs. His hands were to her hips and she rested her forearms on his shoulders.
“Men don’t require much persuasion,” she said, fingers dancing across his nape to slide into the hair on the back of his head. “You certainly didn’t.”
“Well, I was a bit of a slut.”
“All it took was a suggestion and…” She snapped her fingers behind his head.
“What if I’d turned you down?”
“I’d have walked away.”
“Just like that?”
“No means no, Hank.”
“So, what if I’d said maybe?”
“Depends on whether or not I found you worthy of the effort.”
“Then you have had to work for it before.”
Stella smoothed her hand back over Hank’s head, petting him like the loyal dog he was. “I said that men don’t require much persuasion,” she said. “Women like more than mere suggestion.”
“Do they?” Hank slid his hands down from her hips to her backside.
“Some women like being seduced.”
“And some just take what they want,” he answered, squeezing her ass hard enough that she pulled on his hair.
“Don’t wrinkle me,” she said, rolling her hips slightly. “The car will be here any minute.”
“Do I get to kiss you goodbye, or will I smudge you?”
“Hold still,” she answered, pulling his hair to tip his head back. She swept her tongue across his mouth before brushing her lips against his in the lightest of kisses.
so this is a series i’ve wanted to start for a while now, which is a how to wear guide on difficult trends, that people can write into and request specific clothing items or patterns or whatever you’ve seen that you like but can’t figure out how to style!
for this first one, we’re going to be talking about how to wear m-slit maxi skirts!
Word Count: 462. A/N:
This is based on prompt 26, dressing up. In the US, soldiers in the Army have Dress Greens, and I got to thinking about this. I also can see Tony giving Bucky hell for running late/ skipping parties, and that’s where this came from. Needless to say, this is smut
Written by: @dragonsrequiem
A hot, calloused hand wrapped around your waist in the elevator as a husky voice purred in your ear. “Babe, honestly I think if we skip the party no one will notice…” he tried in a hopeful tone before nibbling on the shell of your ear.
“That’s what you said last time, too, remember Bucky? Last time, when Tony threatened that if we missed one more party he would publicly embarrass us?” You argued back, fighting the urge to melt against Bucky. “Besides, I’d like to point out that this is for your birthday. I guarantee one or two people are bound to notice,” you added, trying hard to cling to logic as that hand traced closer and closer to the slit in your skirt.
“But I only want one cake tonight,” Bucky whispered playfully, his metal fingers lightly pinching your rear end.
i’ve seen a lot of lapis redesigns going around so i thought i’d put my own sub par design skills to the test and make my own design for her
lapis’ design has always been pretty boring to me and i actually much preferred her duller/darker color palette from when she was first introduced so i went with some more muted shades of blue and tried to add some more details to her design without going too over the top. also made her a bit chubbier bc who doesnt love fat gems.
i messed up and forgot to draw her gem in the back view but i promise its there,,,,,,,somewhere. more on what i changed+added under the cut!
WARNINGS: SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX (keep it wrapped guys) and Swearing (are you surprised by now through?)
Request from Anon -Can I request a Bucky Barnes imagine? The reader & Natasha having to go undercover? & the reader has to wear something revealing making Bucky overprotective? Smut or dirty talk? ❤️ (Reader & Bucky date)
So I went in with the intention of writing only light smut (just oral) but then somewhere along there it turned into full on Smut, soooooo what can ya do *shrugs* but its my first Bucky Smut yay! Enjoy x
GIF NOT MINE
“Ok what about this one?”
You stepped out of your walk in wardrobe pulling at the dress until it was sitting comfortable on your body. Natasha was sitting on your bed an array of dresses sat around her as she looked up from the magazine she was flicking through. She tilted her head as you walked over barefoot to your full-length mirror.
About 700 words of vague smut but ahh!!! I hope you like it if you read! I feel like it’s been way too long since I’ve written a Royai fic. <3
How is devotion measured? To Riza, it’s always been abstract, unspoken. As visible as moonlight but as tangible too. Roy’s fingers trailing the curve of her waist are all at once electrifying and terribly inadequate.
Closer, she thinks, stretching up on her toes, crashing her lips onto his throat. His arm wraps around her and she’s flush against him as if they are trying to break through the surface of each other’s skin and show their bodies what it means to know someone.
Wow I have not done one of these in a while! But here it is! This was a request for some summer outfit ideas for a smaller person but still looking cute! The first outfit is perfect for a hot summer day with a blue crop top but still some what conservative with the blue patterned kimono. The accessories give the outfit a laid back vibe! The next outfit with the pattern maxi skirt is another good summer outfit! The bralett is super cute with the halter neck and the slit in the skirt makes you feel bold and amazing! The green dress is one of my favorites! The color is to die for and the tan accessories play off of it well! Finally the blue patterned romper is a little more scandalous but I know you can rock it! The simple accessories make the romper the star of the show!
Prompto didn’t really get outside much. Which was to say he didn’t really get outside at all these days. Just about everything he wanted could be delivered to his door, from take-out to groceries (though his cooking ability was near non-existent he did know how to nuke cup noodles and fry eggs) to toiletries and comics. Everything he wanted was in his small apartment already in the form of his computer and various video game systems. The only IRL people he wanted to deal with were his parents and even then he tried not to do a lot of that.
Not that they were bad people because they weren’t. They were wonderful people who’d loved and supported him unconditionally his entire life. They’d never asked anything from him except that he do his best and be happy with whatever it was, had stood behind him in every activity and hobby, and that was why he hated visiting with them. They deserved better than son with no motivation, no prospects, and no desire to do any better than how he was currently doing.
One traumatic incident and he was functionally a shut-in, wasting all the effort his parents had spent on him, and they were too nice to even be upset. Worried. Sad. Ready to help the moment he asked for it, always lovingly reminding him that they were there for him, but never ever upset. They didn’t push and try to force him to rejoin the world, to get over it.
“It was a pity about that break-in case, I suppose. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said the perpetrator had an honest face,” Gold smirked into his glass, tipping it back to drain the last few sips.
Beside him at the bar, Belle narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. She genuinely liked Mr. Gold, respected his work even if they sometimes disagreed ethically. But there were times she was dying to slap that smugness right off his handsome face. Or perhaps kiss it off. Swallow his taunts and give him something else to grin about, instead… She flushed and looked back down at her drink, fiddling with the twin straws.
“Twenty dollars says they overturn it and he walks,” she threw back, at last.
Gold lifted an eyebrow, “I’d never have pegged you as the betting type.”
“Hmm, clearly you don’t know me very well…” She teased, closing her lips over one straw while keeping their gazes locked.
“Clearly…” he murmured, Adam’s apple bobbing.
Belle felt a little thrill run through her, centering at her core. She crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together. Gold smiled, gaze flicking down to where her stocking tops were just barely visible at the slit of her skirt. He took a breath before averting his gaze, cheeks tinged pink.
She’d allowed the skirt to hitch up as they sat, hoping for just such a reaction. The better to gauge his interest. She’d caught him checking her out more than once, recently. Despite the copious cleavage of many of his associates, he never seemed to look at them like that. With darkened eyes and that half-hidden smile. It wasn’t the first time she suspected her little crush might be mutual, just the first time she’d felt bold enough to do something about it.
Maybe it was the freedom of being out of town on a conference, away from most of those they knew in the legal world. Maybe it was the big empty bed waiting for her in the hotel room upstairs. Maybe she was just feeling brave.