towering heights

Do you ever think about the height difference between yourself and a fictional character and what it would look like if you stood next to them


A family can just be a mom, a daddy, Taco Bell™, and Jeorge Lopez.

May not be the best team but they’re the best family.

The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Warning, this chapter contains strong sexual language, and is smut.  It contains fingering. 

I had never really felt something so disguised by love. A feeling that betrays my mind and feeds my body, and in return my heart becomes vulnerable. Lust. I had never really felt it once in my life, up until now. But I still don’t understand it. The very feeling of it, the desire that bubbles up in your stomach, clouds your judgement and erases any of your critical thinking skills.

Oh how he flooded me with this feeling, the dopamine he released within my brain, the endorphin’s that acted out of pure desire for pleasure, one that he could create and expect for me to return. I had always seen it as a sin, but he makes me see it as an addiction.

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Nuraghe Arrubiu, Orroli, Sardinia

The Nuraghe Arrubiu is the most imposing monument of Sardinia and among the most majestic of all the European West. Its name means “Red Nuraghe” in the Sardinian language, which derives from its red lichen covering the basalt stonework of the buildings.

Construction began in the 14th century BC and continued on into the 12th century BC. The main structure of Nuraghe Arrubiu is one of the few five-lobed nuraghi of Sardinia and stands out both for its considerable size and complex structure. It consists of a central tower surrounded by a five-lobed bastion and and a defensive wall with towers. The main tower originally reached a height of about 98 feet (30 m), making it one of the tallest structures in Bronze Age Europe.

The area covered by the whole site is roughly 9,842 square feet (3,000 m) and has large courtyards, stairs, entrances, hallways and domed rooms. The site seems to have been abandoned in the 9th century BC and repopulated again in the 2nd century BC by the Romans. It remained inhabited until the early Middle Ages.

|Kissing Pact| R. MANTLE IMAGINE

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and Y/N play a certain dangerous game. 
Who kisses first loses.
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Tell me if you like it so I can make more :) 


I guess you could say this is what an awkward tension filled environment feels like. Veronica and some of my other friends arrived a while ago and since then, everyone’s been doing their own thing really. Joaquin and Kevin keep pissing each other and then making out a few seconds later. Veronica and my friend Betty seem to be getting along, I think I can play matchmaker one day and set them up on a date. I don’t know if Betty is into girls or not though, but damn they’d look adorable together. Chuck and Moose have been on their phones since they got here, only casually getting up for some drinks, and Reggie and I have been trying to keep our hands to ourselves for the rest of the night, well maybe only he is.

I thank god that the lights are turned off because if nor, everyone would have given us ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look and I would killed Reggie with my bare hands. Speaking of hands, his seem to be wandering around me quite much and it’s making me want him even more. 

Out bodies still lay beside each other, pressed and warm. His hands circle my waist an the other falls on his lap. I keep my hands to myself, intertwining them together not allowing them to fall to my stopach. Every other minute, he starts rubbing my hip as slow as posible and lowers his hand, teasing me with his fingers. His eyes stare at me, almost like he’s waiting for me to crack and jump him in a minute. 

I decide to play along with his unfair fucking game and un-intertwine my fingers from each other, slowly letting my left hand reach the hem of his shirt. 
I feel his stare burning thorough me but I ignore, letting my hands unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. I hear his hot breath getting louder around me and I smirk to myself, dragging my fingers along the place his zipper was once zipped, making him shift in his seat. 

Interrupting my worrying thought, I feel his hot breathe circle around the back of my head beside my ear “You’re driving me fucking insane,” he bellowed. 
My lips twitch at his words and before I could comperhend what in the hell I’m doing, I tug on his shirt and stand up, motioning him to follow me. 

I make sure I get out of the lounge and down the kitchen as slowly as possible, knowing they’d question why the both of us leaving together. But in all honesty, I think everyone’s too busy to even care. I reach the kitchen and start pacing around. What the hell am I doing? I’m such a darn idiot, oh my god. There’s no backing out now, I’m doing it, I don’t care. I’m so damn frustrated. What am I saying? 

Cutting my thoughts, I see Reggie’s figure hop down the last step of stairs, running his hands through his hair and tugging at the ends. He comes towards me, which to me seemed like it’s taking forever for him to walk those steps. 
I roll my eyes at his smirking face and pull him by his shirt until we reach the middle of the kitchen, right in front of the counter. 

Catching me off guard, I feel his strength filled arms pulling my waist to his, wrapping them around me. One hand goes to my hair and the other stays safely on my waist, his thumb running over the exposed skin. His back is leaned against the counter table and my body is pushed against his, there’s no backing away now, huh?

I keep my eyes focused on his chest, not daring to look up at him, knowing well enough his piercing brown  eyes are looking right at me with a smirk plastered to his face in defeat. 
“Princess,” he whispers, his thumb and finger pulling my chin upwards to look at him. I melt in his arms the moment I do, making my knees go weak at his touch. “Finally?” his lips pull into a satisfied smile, leaning his forehead against mine, our nosing touching and our lips only inches away from each oters. 

“Shut the fuck up, Mantle.” I menage to whisper in his lips before he attached his to mine, cravingly. I almost immediately kiss him back, savouring the taste of his lips. His mouth works perfectly with mine, letting my hands go up to his neck and playing with the ends of his hair, tugging at them. 
Suddenly, I feel as if there is no one in this house and tonight might as well be the greatest night I’ve ever lived. The place goes muffled and the only thing I hear and feel is my hart racing and his hand all over, holding me in all the right places. 

Reggie’s lips feel like geather against mine, I feel them wanting and longing for more and I love it. I feel his smile on my lips, making it impossible not to smile back. He bites my lower lip and pecks my lips as soft as possible before pulling back with a grin on his face. He licks his lips and stares at me, waiting for my reaction. His warm hands don’t stop fiddling with my hair and resting on my shoulder. 

Both our hearts are beating hevily and anyone can tell by the heat between our bodies and our rising chest. I chuckle down to myself an bring my eyes to look up at his. “So, I guess no one wins.” I sigh

“I should’v bet something on this. I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off my for that long.” 

“My god, you just ruined a perfectly good moment, you dick face, and I just get you down here, you kissed me first, don’t make assumptions” I shake my head and shrug confidently. 

“No, princess, we both know you did.” 

“Don’t fucking argue with me, this is all your fault!” I throw my hands in the air. He laughs at my response, shaking his head. “You kissed me first and you know it, okay?” I conclude. 

“Hey,” he nods at me, “shut up.” before I could protest, his lips reattach to mine, this time harder and with more longing passion. I feel as if we’ve been doing this for eternity. His touch feels so familiar and his lips on mine feel like the simplest thing. I laugh in his lips, earning one back from him right away. 

Seconds later, his body pushes mine further into the center of the kitchen and kneels down enough for me not to have stand on the tip of my toes and struggle. His tongue licks my lower lip for etrance and I grant it the following second, wanting to feel him closer and stronger. 

He detaches his lips from mine for a second, still not leaving room for my lips to move or they’d be rejoined once again. “Jump,” he whispers, his hands sliding down in-between my thighs. I let out a shaky breath as his surprisingly good felt touch and do as he demands. I jump into his arms and wrap my hands arond his neck tighter, bring my legs around his waist. His scent flows over mine, irking of men’s cologne, and cold, he just smells like cold. 

His hands are supporting my body as if it’s the simplest thing in the world, not flinching nor letting out any sign of uncomfortable movement. He spins me around and settles me down on the counter table, his height still towering over mine by a few inches. Our lips don’t let go of each other, still battling and moving in synced action. My hands pull at his shirt from the back signifying I want it off. He takes no second to quickly let his lips pull away from mine to pull the shirt over head and onto the floor. I pull him closer, runnig my hands through his hair. Reggie’s lips reconnect with mine, kissing me slower. 

As I am about to tug on my own shirt, I feel the front foor pushing open. Fuck, not this again. I pull away from Reggie, staring at him in horror. He quickly reacts, pulling his shirt over his torse. I jump off the counter and sit on one of the stools, still cathing my breathe. 


Surprise! I have another Reggie fucking God Mantle. 

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Favorite Girl || Montgomery de la Cruz oneshot

another anon request, hope you all enjoy

“(Y/N)!” You shut your locker and turn to see Jessica running towards you. “Your boyfriend got in a fight with Alex, come on.”

“We’re just friends,” you mumble, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you hurriedly follow after her.

“Yeah, and I’m not brown,” she laughs, stopping outside the library. “They’re both in here with the honor board. Justin and them are their way here, too.”

“Did you see it? The fight?” You begin to nervously pull at the ends of your hair.

“Just the last minute or so,” Justin, Zach and Jeff are almost to where you two are standing. “It was bad, (Y/N). Monty’s really lucky Mr. Porter didn’t decide to call the police.”

“What was it even about, do you know?” You ask her.

“The fight?” Zach asks before Jessica can respond.

You just nod.

“You should Cruz yourself,” Justin smirks while the rest of the group laughs a little.

“For people who aren’t dating he sure is defensive over you,” Jeff laughs.

“Because we’re friends,” you mumble, looking up at the sound of the library door opening.

Alex Standall walks out first, your hand covering your mouth at the sight of his face. One cheek was swelled to an exhorbitant amount, his mouth was busted to hell and back, one black eye and the bridge of his nose was split open. What was so important that Monty almost literally broke Alex’s face.

Mr. Porter and the honor board follow behind Alex, Montgomery bringing up the rear. The scowl etched into his face immediately vanishes at the sight of you.

“There’s my favorite girl,” he grins at you, moving to pull you into his side.

Your heart ached at his words. Yes, you were his best friend and therefore favorite girl, but you wanted so badly to be more than his best friend. You and Monty have had a very flirty friendship for almost three years now, and while you were both completely smitten with each other, neither one of you could see it. Both too scared to take one step further for fear of ruining what you guys have.

“Stop,” you grab his face with both hands, pulling him down from his towering height. You proceed to check to see if there’s any damage like to Alex’s face, even though you can clearly see there’s not. “Hands.”

“They’re fine, princess,” he rolls his eyes, but holds up his hands in front of you anyways.

“That’s definitely not fine!” You smack his chest, his knuckles ripped and busted and bleeding. “You have a tournament Saturday you idiot! How do you plan on batting with your hands like this?”

“Date already,” Zach say through one of those horrible fake coughs.

“How many times do we have to say we’re just friends, Dempsey?” Monty rolls his eyes, your heart sinking yet again.

“You’d be perfect together,” Jess mumbles before smiling brightly. “Anyway, party at my house tonight. (Y/N), it is a requirement you be there. I will go full Montgomery de la Cruz on you if you’re not there.”

“Okay, okay I’ll be there,” you laugh.

“I’m still taking you home, right?” Monty asks you, slinging his arm across your shoulders.

You ignore everyone else’s pointed looks and smirks, nodding up at him. You both say your goodbyes and start heading outside.

“Monty, what was the fight over?” You wait until your outside to ask.

“It doesn’t matter,” you don’t miss the way his arm tightens around you, bringing you closer. “It’s over now.”

It’s not until you arrive at the Jeep that you start pushing the subject.

“Come on, Mont, just tell me,” his hands grip the steering wheel, his knuckles reopening. “You practically bashed his head in, it was obviously important, so you might as well tell me.”

He sits in silence for so long you don’t think he’s going to answer, but he finally does, parked in front of your house.

“He said things about you, (Y/N),” he says quietly, “things that no one has the right to say about you. He doesn’t get to objectify you and have no consequences.”

“You almost broke Alex’s face because he objectified me?” You ask incredulously.

“Sometimes it amazes me that you just don’t see it,” he lets out a short laugh, finally unlocking the doors. “I mean the feelings I have for you….I gotta go princess, I’ll see you at the party tonight.”

You still had more questions, but you also knew that when Monty shut down, he was done. You spent the next couple hours just thinking about what he’d said, what he possibly could’ve meant. Eventually though, you push it out of your mind and get ready for the party.


“Jess!” You yell over the music, trying to get your friends attention. “Have you seen Monty?”

“He’s on the balcony outside my room,” she hands me a red cup, filled with alcohol no doubt. “You’re gonna need this if you’re planning on talking to him about what I think you are.”

“Thanks,” you nod, also knowing you’d need a little extra courage. You drain the cup on the way up the stairs, quietly walking into Jess’s room. “Mont?” You open the door to the balcony, sitting down next to him.

“I was wondering when you’d get here,” he says quietly, gazing up at the stars. “I guess we have a lot to talk about, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “You go first.”

“Always were a bit of a baby, baby,” he looks over at you, a small smile on his face. “I’m just gonna get straight to the point,” he turns to face you completely, and you sit normal, just looking at him across from you. “I think I’m in love with you, (Y/N), and I have been for awhile. I was just so scared of saying the wrong thing and then suddenly one of the best friendships I’ve ever had is now awkward and different.”

You sit in stunned silence. Even mulling over his words from earlier, you never actually expected this.

He starts to panic because of your silence and starts rambling.

“I obviously misread all our flirting, I guess it was just me. I knew I shouldn’t of said-”

You practically launch yourself at him, crashing your lips to his and cutting him off.

“I think I’m in love with you too,” you say breathlessly, reattaching your lips almost instantly.

It’s hard to kiss when your both smiling however, and end up just resting your forehead against his, waaaay happier than you thought possible.

xayti  asked:

Oh m god. Oooooh my god. I'm reading your Stay Lost on Our Way Home fic and holy shit. Your writing style is so fckin great. Lil Hal is such a hard character to write but you do it SO WELL OMG.

<3<3<3<3!! thank you (hides face in pleasure)

also, my extremely complicated strategy for writing various homestuck characters:

hal: how can i make this situation worse by speaking

kankri: what if i use a bunch of words that sound polite but are also really insulting

eridan: how can i phrase whatever i’m thinking as offensively as possible

dave: sorry wait i got distracted by my own words

karkat: sorry wait i got  distracted by the towering heights of my own angry metaphor let me start over again you bulgemongering shitbagel

vernon; lazy morning haze

Originally posted by sneezes

feat. Vernon x female reader

genre/prompts: fluffity fluffer fluff w/waking up reader, wearing each other’s clothes, just a lil bit of suggestiveness and absolutely no plot whatsoever 

word count: 1618

summary: In his excitement of seeing you after so long, he forgets to be a little more gentle when it concerns waking you up. 

Vernon looked forward to Tuesdays the most.

To others it might be that random meh day in the middle of the week, not exactly Hump Day but at least not a Monday. But his Tuesdays were special, because once practice was over he could spend the rest of the day to himself. Usually he’d be songwriting with the guys in the studio, or finally getting around to reading that Vonnegut novel his mom had been bugging him about.

But this Tuesday was even more special because he could spend the day with his girlfriend. Today’s practice ended early (and by early, meaning really late from Monday night into Tuesday morning) and seven out of the thirteen members knocked out in the middle of the dorm before they could even think about scheduling another practice. A sudden shot of energy ran through his system as he took the trip to your apartment, hardly even bothering to shower or change his clothes.

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date a being of bone and nature and purple fire. their many heads whisper endearments, and their towering height is great for cuddling. gifts of floral blooms from their antlers will bring you good luck.

mattysandwich  asked:

Oh! What about the inquisition companions reacting to a teenage herald being the victim of a racist slur for the first time in their life, and for the herald being visually upset about it?

Cassandra: Whoever said the slur has made a bad decision. A very bad decision. Cassandra looks between the offender and the upset Herald, and her eyes harden as they slowly turn to the racist. Her fists are clenched, turning white at the knuckles, and they realize they have fucked up. They have fucked up so bad. U kno they ded. After handling the matter, she checks up on the Herald and sees that they’re alright. “I know it’s not fair and it’s not right,” she says, “but hold your head high. You are above them.”

Blackwall: He drops whatever he’s doing and immediately gets in the asshole’s face, intimidating them with little effort. The offender jumps back, obviously thinking that nothing would come of their insult, but Blackwall persists and seems to loom over them. “You need to leave. Now.” he snaps. They take off, and Blackwall turns to reassure the Herald. “Are you alright?” he asks, suddenly softer and worried. “You let me know if anyone ever says that to you again.”

Iron Bull: He stands at full height, towering over whoever said the racist thing, looking down at them with a cold, calculating eye. His shadow looms over them as they look up at the massive, furious qunari. “Do you want to repeat what you just said?” he growls before shoving them down. They scramble to their feet as his hand reaches up towards his ax. The Herald is fairly certain he was just doing it to intimidate them, nothing more, but the look in his eye was enough to make the asshole bolt.

Sera: As soon as she sees the Herald is upset, she reaches for her arrows at holds one at length in her bow. “Say that again.” she dares, glaring. They run off, but that isn’t the end of Sera’s revenge, oh no. The racist in question becomes victim to numerous, merciless pranks, and no one dares to stop her. If the offender is a noble or wealthy, she asks her Friends to help take care of them. Sera has the Herald join her– payback will make them feel better.

Varric: He pulls Bianca out and strokes the wood tenderly, looking up at the asshole calmly. “Do you have a death wish?” he starts coolly. “As soon as I tell the others that you’ve upset the Herald… well, the results won’t be pretty. For you, at least.” The person flees, and Varric scoffs before turning to the Herald, eyes soft. “You alright, kid? Don’t let them get under your skin. They’re not worth it, and you’re better than them.”

Cole: He spends more time comforting the Herald than intimidating whoever said the racist thing. He does want to kill the person who said it, if only for a moment, before remembering that’s a bad thing and won’t solve the problem. As soon as he’s finished soothing the teenager, he tells Leliana. Leliana will handle it and he’ll heal the hurt.

Solas: He thinks little of it until he sees how upset the Herald is, and he feels bad for them, especially if they’re an elf. He stares icily at the racist. “How ignorant and pathetic you must be to stoop to insulting a young person in a weak attempt to soothe your own self esteem. You will never accomplish as much as this da’len, even if you try.” His words bite and simultaneously make the kid feel better. If they try to fight him in anger, he freezes them with little effort, and a careless yawn.

Dorian: He was angry before he saw how upset the Herald was– now there’s pure rage, and it manifests itself in insults, because violence wasn’t an option. He scoffs derisively. “What a pathetic thing you are. Hurling racist insults at someone you hardly know to satisfy your need to feel bigger than someone else? Sorry to disappoint you, but even a demon of sloth is better than you. Now, run along– the spymaster’s no doubt heard about this incident already. Best sing your prayers while you still can. Ta-ta. Good day.” He checks on the Herald immediately after and reassures them repeatedly. “It’s okay now, Leliana will tear them apart for you. Anyone who stoops to such pathetic insults is even more pathetic than the insults themselves.”

Vivienne: They’ve made a terrible mistake calling the Herald such a thing in front of Madame de Fer. She gently puts a hand on the Herald’s shoulder, reassuring them softly, before sizing up the racist and ripping them to shreds with words, much like she did to the marquis the Herald met at the soiree she met them at. After they leave, thoroughly humiliated, she finds out who they are and ruins their career with an easy grace. 

Josephine: She’s actually shocked at their disgrace and dishonorable actions, and she puts a protective arm around the Herald. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” she says stonily. “We do not want you here, not anymore, if you cannot be civilized and respectful.” If they resist, she summons the guards to handle them, and frets over the Herald– she wants to cheer them up.

Cullen: “You need to leave. Now.” he snaps, irritated. “We have no room for a racist in our midst. Get. Out.” If they do not leave immediately, he has a soldier or two forcibly escort them out. He sighs and takes time to reassure the Herald. “Don’t let them disparage you. There is nothing wrong with you. It’s them; if anyone else gives you any trouble, you let me know. I’ll have them escorted out.”

Leliana: They either didn’t notice the spymaster standing there or they were too stupid to consider their words. In either case, they have fucked up. The woman’s eyes turn cold and calculating and she steps forward with a serene grace. “Would you like to apologize to the Herald?” she asks, giving them one last chance. If they refuse– she has her agents learn everything about them and she gets to work. U kno they DEFINITELY ded.

Dating George Weasley would include

Originally posted by lowkeygiges

  • being best friends with the twins since year 1
  • EVERYONE ships you guys, including the teachers
  • McGonagall pairing you and George together for tasks - she says it’s because you help him focus on the work, and it mostly is, but she’s secretly your biggest supporter 
  • when you do get together it’s in your 5th year
  • the whole schools just like “fucking finally” when they see the two of you making out before the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match
  • Oliver Wood has to pull you apart
  • McGonagall’s not even mad 

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Monsta X Reaction to: Being on a Date & Their GF Getting Surrounded by Flirtatious Men

Hello! :D Can I request a Monsta X reaction when they are on a date with their gf, they leave her to go somewhere and when they return (minutes later), about 3-5 men are flirting with her? She is confused as hell. :D Thank you!

Shownu: Rejoins you and sits for while, unsure of what to do. The guys act as if they can’t see him and he knows they must understand he’s your boyfriend. Yet why haven’t they left?

“Excuse me,” he tries to say, but they keep talking.

He clears his throat. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you but we’re on a date so I’ll have to ask you to leave.” He’s so polite and his voice so soft, that they simply laugh at him. His take charge instincts kick in and he stands, towering over them both height and build wise. “I’ll repeat myself one more time but I won’t say this again. We’re on a date. I’d like it if you all left.”

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Wonho: Tries to use his physique to his advantage, knowing that muscles can seem intimidating. While flexing for all he’s worth, he’ll approach and ask you;

“Baby, is there a problem?”

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Minhyuk: He feels kind of bad for the men. Obviously, they have good taste but unfortunately for them, you’re taken. He doesn’t want to start a fight so he approaches them calmly, yet firmly tells them;

“Gentlemen, sorry to interrupt! But my girlfriend and I are busy on our date so I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

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Kihyun: Smol but fierce. He’ll march up, ready to Fight™ and doesn’t even let the men speak before he tells them;

“I have one thing to say … You have five seconds to get out of here. Or else I’m ringing the police. Do you know who I am? No one will believe the word of a thug over an idols. It’s in your best interest to leave right now.”

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Hyungwon: He’ll be immediately suspicious of them, once he sees that they’ve crowded around you. He’ll slip in beside you, giving them all a scathing smile.

“Ah, (Y/N), do you know these men? If not, they really shouldn’t be here disturbing our date, should they?” Makes smart remarks and shoots dirty looks until they decide to leave.

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Jooheon: His natural facial expression can look scary so the men are immediately put off when he approaches and slings an arm over your shoulder. They make an excuse and run off. With them gone, a dimpled smile breaks out on his face.

“I’m not surprised they ran away! I was a tiger in my previous life, you know!”

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I.M: His eyes look dark and murderous. But he’d rather not start a scene. Instead, he forces a smile and wraps you in his arms. “Babe, who are these guys?” If they don’t get the hint or start becoming aggressive, his words will turn harsh and he’ll drag you away.

“You were ‘keeping her busy?’ Is that a new way of saying ‘being creeps’?”

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Alrighty Darlings, Here it is Mating Season

Originally posted by thedailyquibbler

Originally posted by sweetly87


Newt and Fem Reader

You were at a night club with Queenie, Jacob and Newt called the Hawks Nest. Queenie had suggested that you all go out and celebrate the release of Newts new book. 

The two of you had been travelling together for months now and had grown quite close. To your embarrassment and hilarity you had even witnessed some amusing mating rituals performed by Newt and the animals in response. It always left you laughing and curious about how he’d be. You had known him to gaze at you a little too long once in a while or hold you in a hug slightly longer than usual.

One day Queenie picked up on this and suggested you all go out. She ordered a whole bottle of Firewhiskey and a pitcher of Butterbeer to mark the occasion. 

Somehow Jacob got to telling the hilarious tales of watching Newt do a mating dance for an Arumpant and how it had saved his life. To which Queenie had responded with 

“Well than Mr.Scamander should have an equal effect on women then huh honey?” she winked looking at you. You blushed furiously and excused yourself. Newt noticing this got up and followed you sensing your distress.

“Don’t let Queenie get to you (y/n) she means well.”

You sighed. “I know, I just wished she’d stay out of my head.” you ran a hand through your hair pacing.

Newt raised an eyebrow at you. “ And what exactly was going on in your head (y/n)?”

You stopped and looked at him. “Nothing.” you said brushing off the topic and trying to head back to the table. But Newt gently grabbed your arm.

“(Y/n) you can tell me, we’ve been together for over 11 months now.” he pulled you off to a side room to give you some privacy.

“It’s just…ugh how do i even begin to explain this?” you threw your hands up in the air.

“Queenie please get out of my head.” Newt whispered.

She peaked her head around the corner. “Sorry to interrupt but Jacob and I are going to have some…..alone time so we’re heading out. The bills been paid for but you’ll have to sleep in the case tonight I’m afraid hun.” She winked at you. 

“Don’t wait up and don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” she winked and giggled with Jacob as they waved.

“What did she mean by don’t do anything i wouldn’t do?” Newt said blushing.

You took another shot of Firewhiskey. You examined the other men in the bar but none held a flame to the Zoologist. Newt leaned his back against the wall taking a shot and propping his one leg out. He looked irresistible. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. 

“Nothing, you know what happens when Queenie and Jacob get together.” you mused downing another shot.

:”They have nothing but mating on their minds” he laughed taking another shot. Then something clicked in his mind and he started to choke on his drink.

He was laughing as you handed him a hanker-chief. 

“Yes it seems they’re an ideal match.” you laughed.

“Everyone’s a match for someone, all you have to do is find the right mate and impress them.” he said looking at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“And tell me Mr. Scamander how would you initiate a mating ritual?” you turned to him and asked seductively wandering about the back of the bar.

“Well” he cleared his throat, his face went beat red and he tried to address you in his most professional voice.

“For starters I would examine what you like best in a suitor, and from what I know from examining you here is that you like them to be tall, well mannered, kind and relaxed. So I would approach you like this.”

He threw his jacket off followed by his vest. He undid his bow tie and threw it on the pile as well. Shrugging out of his suspenders he loosened a few buttons on his shirt so it hung open, revealing a few scars. He rolled up his sleeves and ever so slightly brushed a small bit of hair from his eyes. You bit your bottom lip. He was in his element now.

You took a sip of your Firewhiskey eyeing him but trying not to look more intrigued than you felt. “Go on then, impress me Scamander.:” 

He locked eyes with you, grinning at the challenge.

“And I also know that scars both intrigue and arouse you. You also like seeing peoples little quirks. Here he folded his arms and had begun pacing, studying you. 

“For example you always bite your bottom lip whenever you see me roll up my sleeves or whenever I get focused and do little things like stick my wand in my mouth when i’m juggling with animals or potion vials” He walked towards you He brushed your cheek with his thumb.  “How’d you-” but he cut you off.

“i keep telling you love, we’ve been together 11 months.i know you by now” He easily towered over you and your breath caught in your throat as he placed a hand above the wall behind you. You’d been travelling together for 11 months, but up until now your relationship had always been platonic, because you didn’t dare ask him in case he didn’t feel the same.  

“I also know you love the scent of cedar and freshly fallen rain which is why I went out and fed Frank and the Bowtruckles before I came in here.”  He smiled amused. Still studying you.

“And what would your ideal mate be Mr.Scamander.” He put a finger up to your lips to silence you.

“Newt” you said correcting yourself.

He smiled hearing his name from your lips. “Well she would have to have lovely (h/l) (h/c) hair and entrancing (e/c) eyes. And a beautiful smile. She must have a deep love for animals and….”

He turned around and handed you a shot of firewhiskey “A knack for surprises and adventure.” He downed his fast. You took it and eagerly drank it your head rushing with his sudden seductive nature.

“There’s something else I’ve noticed about you too (y/n) you have a very sensitive spot just here on the back of your neck.” He smiled whispering into the spot, his breath tingling your neck as he moved your hair aside and placed a gentle kiss on it. You turned away trying to hide the massive blush spreading.

“And you also have one here on the small of your back, and he gently ran a hand down the back of your dress the slip dipping low enough that his fingertips brushed against your bare skin, giving you goosebumps. 

As if by reaction you leaned back into him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close gently placing kisses from your cheek to your neck to your collarbone to your shoulder, then to that delicious spot on the back of your neck. You gave a small moan and Newt knew he was winning you over.

But he wasn’t finished with you just yet. And you weren’t finished with him either.Months had been building up to this. Months of sexual tension and feelings and stolen glimpses. He turned you back to face him and he ran both hands up to rest on your neck and ran his fingers through your hair. He looked you in the eyes, his green eyes boring into your (e/c) ones.

”And I would follow with telling her just how much she truly means to me. That she makes me a better person. That before I met her I was in my own shell, observing the world but never getting to know it. And now from sunrise to sunset all I can think of is her warm smile and her kind heart and her laugh. All I can think of is what I can do to get her to speak to me to get her to look at me, to spark her interest and see her eyes light up with just a hint of mischief and longing. To see that she desires me as much as I do her. And then I would kiss her like she’s never been kissed before.”

He pulled you into a side closet and pushed you back shutting the door behind him. He hovered over you just for a moment. His sheer height towering over you and you could feel his breath. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him kissing you passionately. Slow at first but then the need to explore overcame both of you. You also wanted to tease him and ran your tongue along his bottom lip to which he eagerly opened his mouth and the two of you began exploring. You gently began biting his bottom lip, eager for more. He slipped off your dress and it fell to the floor as you began unbuttoning his shirt, he then pulled off your slip and pressed you close to him. Your now bare chests pressed together.

“Then I’d pull her even closer if she so desired me too.” He whispered seductively. You nodded and ripped off his shirt and began unbuckling his trousers. He threw them off and kissed down your neck to your breasts, gently caressing your nipples, he then kissed his way between them well still fondling your breasts with his hands.

Kissing down your stomach, your hips your inner thigh and back up again and only when you pleaded did he slowly remove your panties. He ran a hand down from your breast tracing his fingertips as he went along down your body until he reached that wonderful sweet spot. He gently began rubbing up and down causing you to moan and become wet. It was then that you noticed his arousal.

“And when she was ready, only then would I penetrate her, for I want her full attention as we mate.” And here he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around him and he leaned you back against the shelf. You then pulled off his briefs and saw in full pleasure his arousal. He was wonderfully sized and he gently and very slowly slid himself into you, Filling up any available space inside you. He slowly began to rock back and forth. Both of you letting out a small sigh from the wonderful sensation that had been nagging you inside for months.

“Then what would you do Newt.” You moaned his name as he picked up his pace. Without speaking he pinned your arms up above you with one hand and pulled your hips forward with the other. You both moaned at the wonderful new sensation rippling through your cores and it caused you to arch your back which only made Newt moan more.

“Are you ready for the finishing move my love?” he whispered.

You only nodded silently begging him for more as he kissed you urgently. Pressing himself deep within you he started pumping harder and faster as your climaxes started to peak. “N-Newt.” You gasped. He pulled you onto him and you held on tight as he pushed you over the edge both moaning loudly. You ran your nails up his back and into his messy hair and he kissed you and spun you around still out of breathe as he continued to ride you, you were gasping for air.

The two of you sat down as you semi dressed yourself again. Catching your breathe he leaned over and gently kissed you, placing his fingertips on that sweet spot on your neck causing you to giggle into his kiss. He gave you that adorable smile blushing. “Sorry, I’m not normally that……confidant.” He smiled at you. You laughed lightly. “That’s alright darling you can just blame it on mating season.” He laughed and kissed you again.

Leo x Shy!Reader : Sticks And Stones (PART 1)


Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Leo x Reader where the reader is shy and they get into a fight about how she doesn’t understand and Leo says some things causing her to leave the city, coming back a few months later with her hair a different color and more confident?

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Warnings: Lengthy, possible typos

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Only One - Jaehyun [3] (M)

A/N: Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry. Tbh I’m not very happy with how this turned out… my writer’s block was so bad like I was actually stressed writing this. I knew what I wanted to say but I was having a hard time putting it into words I guess… ughghgghghghgh I hope you guys like it anyways ;-;  hopefully part 4 will be less shitty *cries* [I didn’t even proofread jfc… I have a headache x_x] ffs i couldnt even come up with a decent title… my writing abilities have gone down the drain RIP im fired

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Prologue  Pt 1  Pt 2 

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Part 3 - Say No

Genre: Smut, Angst

Rating R

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Daddy’s Girl | Jughead Jones X Betty Cooper | SMUT PT TWO

REQUESTED IMAGINE: A long time ago @myterribletwenties asked me if I can do this imagine. And I’m still feeling guilty that It took me so much time to write, again I’m so so sorry and I hope u will like it. 

WARNINGS: Cliffhanger - dirty language - swearing. - mentions of blood - not edited! 

A/N: We ‘finished’ last chapter with cliffganger but be ready coz i have another one for you.  Do you remember mentions of Jughead’s fught with Bryce? Let’s see whats gonna happen after that.  

It only happens from time to time. That moment of utter realization and mind blowing emtion of existence, that moment you look at yourself in the mirror with thoughs and questions running through your mind as you try to drive yourself out of them because you are alive, and you don’t know how else to explain it. 

It han happen in the shover, just as you’re about to fall asleep, or even during an incredibly important meetin, but when it does, all that ever goes through your mind is questions. 

I have to many questions. 

If half the world claims the world to be induced with happiness and carefreeness, and the other half drowns in it’s pity of sadness and cruelty, then how does anyone know what the world really is? 

If the world ‘love’ did not exist, would love still be alive? Would it be classified as a feeling or as a lethal chemical? Would people drive themselves crazy feeling it but not knowing what it is? 

How come it’s so hard to face someone you love, but easy to face someone you’ve despised for your entire life? 

Opinions are not facts, why do people feel the need to criticise a person based on their opinion rather than the facts of which the person chooses to portray and represent themselves? 

Why does it hurt so bad to miss someone who’s got your heart up in flames, your eyes only ever seeing them, and you wrapped around their fingers? Why does it hurt so bad to miss someone you love? 

And finally. 

If breakfast was called dinner, would people still eat what they eat for dinner and breakfast or would rather they eat breakfast for dinner and dinner for breakfast? 

Everybody has that one question their mind wreck themselves to figure out but in the end, it all comes to one thing, and that thing is self-peace, if you don’t make peace with yourself, how do you expect your questions answered and your thoughts explored? 

I don’t think I’ve ever been this quiet. I’ve barely eaten breakfast this morning. I didn’t even budge when mama brought some pop tarts back from grocery store. I’d usually at least scream in happiness for ten years  but today, nothing. 

I’ve been sat in my room for what seem to be centuries, waiting for something I’ve been telling myself I don’t care about. Jughead arrival. 

I hate that I miss him with him gone for a short period of time, and I hate how much the thought of him getting remotely hurt makes me want to run acress the world just to make sure he’s safe and sound whatever he is. I want to pretect him, just like he does me. 

I pause the laptop screen when I hear my phone buzz from beneath my pillow. I pull out tho check who it was, glancing at the time to see it’s almost midnight. I swipe open the message and read. 

iMessage from: Mama 

dad and i will stay with polly today. called veronica’s mom to check up on you in a bit.. be good.

Well I guess tonight will be excatly like every other night, with the exeption of speakers instead of headphones. i used to love the nights home alone, I had my freedom. But now, I never want to spend the night alone. I just want him. 

I want to ignore all the signs telling me that he might not be okay. I want to put the pieces together, but I don’t have those who complete the puzzle and it’s eating me alive. Jughead was supposed to be back and safe just like ghe promised two full hours ago, but it’s like he disappeared after he sent me that heart dropping text. 

I try to ignore the bad thoughs circling my head. Jumping off my bed, I run to my dressing room and strip downto my underwear. I pull a large grey sleeveless shirt over my head, giving me just the comfort I need. 

I carry my laptop and other necessities and make my way to the lounge room just down the hallway. If I’m gonna be home alone, I might as well take adventage of screaming things at my laptop on the openness of my house rather in my room, right? 

I plop my things down and run down the stairs, ready to grab as many snacks as I gather. I open up the pantry, grabbing the box of cookies and the first Doritos bad I see. I hold the hem of my shirt and put the things in, like I’m cradling them to my stomach. 

As I make the way to the stairs, I hear door knock, once, twice, and nw a third. It’s propably Hermione, Veronica’s mom, checking up on me just as my mother said. 

I truggle to the hold the various food items down around the inside of my shirt as I walk to the door, squinting my eyes as I unlock the door from it’s frame, pulling it back. 

I look up with complete shock at the viev in front of me, my chest beating hard and my arms feeling weak. 

“I lost my keys,” Jughead’s exhausted posture stands at the door, his arms filled with red marks all over his nose bleeding dry down to his lips and neck. His eyes weakly trying to stay open with a few scratches taking over his forehead and the side of his face. Jughead’s hair lays mesily around his forehead, clothes dirty an beaten. 

Unknowingly, I drop the things to the floor. “Shit,” I curse after they hit my feet, schocking me into realization. 

Knowing Jughead, he wouldn’t want to talk or discuss any of this. I try to ignore the tears threatening to drop down my cheeks, repetitively telling myself that he’s not majorly hurt. 

I grab his hand, pulling him in slowly and locking the main door behind us. A part of me is happy he’s back, and a part of me is almost in tears at the fact that he’s even remotely hurt. 

“Wait here,” I now, “get something to drink, okay?” I point at the kitchen, rushing to the stairs. 

I take two steps at a time, running into my room and anxiously looking for the first aid kid. God damnn, I know dad put one in my room. I should’ve paid attention when he told me where. 

Logically, I open up the cabinets in my bathroom, struggling to move things. Second later, the read plus sign reveals itself on the white box. I pull it out and make my way down the stairs. 

I didn’t see this coming tonight. 

I feel my breathing come to a regular easing pace when I see his body leaned up against the kitchen oven, chugging down a bottle of water. 

He drops the bottle in the trash as I come near the kitchen counter bar, placing the first aid kit onto it. I jump up and sit on the cold counter, separating my legs. 

“Come here,” I mumble, watching him follow my comands and place himself in between my legs. Even at that, his height towers over mine. 

I open up the kid, ignoring the intense stare burning holes through the side of my head as he watches my movements. I feel his warmth surround my body, making me want to embrance his closeness. 

I wet the white cloth with the yellow bottle of liquid instructed of blooded marks removal. My face comes at a close proximity to his, feeling his body move closer to me as he stands in between my legs. 

I finch when I feel my knees rub against his waist, wanting nothing but to feel his chest on mine as his arms wrapped around my waist. 

I gently dab the cloth along his face, cleaning up the stains and making sure the scratches are clean for catching any bacteria that could infect it. 

“Fuck,” he winces when I reach a deep cut on his jaw, immediately making me feel bad for him. 

“Betty, say something,” he whisperes, Jughead’s hands move to my hips, holding them in place as both his thumbs rub the cloth covered skin. 

“I don’t know what you expect me to say,” I try to avoid his gaze on my lips as I continue cleaning the blood surrounding his nose and neck. 

“Say you miss me,” 

I find myself lost in his lips as the words leave them so effortlessly, my body craving his kiss, his touch, him. The dimness of the lights in the kitchen compliments his face, making him look even more flavless tan he already is, and making my heart beat more that in already is. 

I hold myself back, knowing the minute I confess is the minute I dall right back into his arms, forgetting everything he’s done and put me through. 

“Cause I did,” he mumbles, bringing his lips to closely hover over my neck, “So damn much, princess,” 

He sighs in the air, titling his neck so I can have access to collect the blood droplets surrounding his skin. I stay quiet, my body reacting unconsciously to hi words as I lean into his chest, earning a laugh to erupt from his mouth. 

“Jug,” I sigh in defeat. “Will you stand still please?” I let out a chuckle, feeling my body ease at the release. I bit my lip, not wanting another laugh to emit my mouth as I hold back of his neck, using the other to rub down the solution of liquid around the blood. 

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what happened?” Jughead approaches, his face still tilted and eyes staring up the celling. 

“No,” I reply careless. “I’m just glad you’re okay, and here, with me.” I smile

“I mean of course I’m worried,” I confess, my voice at a low volume as I speak almost right into his lips at how close he’s standing in front of me. I try to move my lips away, knowing if I move any closer, I’ll fall right back into his spell. 

“I don’t think you know ho much it hurts to see you like this, but I just don’t wanna stress it tonight,” I lose myself, feeling my throat begging to choke up. Shit, not now. 

“You should’ve seen the other guy though,” he tries to lighten up the mood, his hand moving to caress my loose hair. I melt into his touch, wanting to feel more of him. 

I smile softly in a reply, not wanting to drag his mood down. “Take it off,” I point awkwardly at the hem of his shirt. 

I see his lips evolve into a smirk, playfully winking at me. “Don’t get excited. I just wanna check if your back’s okay,” I roll my eyes. 

His eyes in mine, he swiftly pull his black coloured shirt over his head and throws it to the side of the countrer near the white box. 

He steps back in between my legs, with his back facing me. I run my hands down his back, feeling his muscles relax beneath me. 

He leans back into my chest as I scan me eyes over his perfectly tanned back for any scratches or marks, finding nothing but a few light bruises around his lower back. 

I feel defeat, eventually wrapping both my arms around his torso, pulling his back to me and placing a small hiss to the back of his neck. I let my head rest onto the back of his shoulder, inhaling his sweet scent. 

I feel his back vibrate, knowing he let out a chuckle escape his lips, “I knew you missed me,” he teased. 

I laugh into his neck, plopping my head onto his shoulder. “Don’t push it. I should be mad as shit right now,” I smirk 

“Why aren’t you?” he asks, his voice deepening as if he’s just awaken. 

“I think you’ve went through enogh tonight. I’ll be mad in the morning,” I chuckle

“Good,” he turns around, leaning both his arms beside my hips and leaning his face into mine. “Now tell me why you won’t kiss me,” he demnads, a whisper falling from his lips to mine. 

“What?” I scoff, shrugging before my hands set onto his shoulders, rubbing the naked skin. 
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed, you’ve been avoiding my lips ever since I got here,” his lips move closer to mine, placing them on the corner of my mouth. 

I feel the heat of his mouth on the side of mine, making wanting the taste and feel of his kiss. 

“I’m not moving until you kiss me princess,” he smirks, leaning closer into me. 

‘You’re bluffing,” I challenge, raising my eyebrow in disabelief. I move my hands from his shoulders and trail my arms around his neck. 

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to test me?” he raised his left eyebrow, moving his lips right onto mine. I think I might have forgotten how to breathe. 

I give up, letting my lips capture his in a wift second. His arms immediately wrap around my waist, pushing me into his chest as I feel his naked torso pressing into the thin clothing placed over my body. 

My legs wrap around his waist as I sit still into the counter. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, kissing him deeper. I feel our bodies relax at the contact as our lips battle against each other. 

“God, I’ve been thinking about you,” he groans, reattaching his lips to mine after miliseconds. 

I smile into his mouth, feeling a familiar sensation build in my stomach. 

His hands move under my loose shirt, grabbing onto my loose shirt, grabbing onto my hips. His hands massage my waist, driving my shirt up and revealing my black pair of underwear. 

I gasp at the sudden contact, giving his tongue access into my mouth. His lips moving at a fast pace againstt mine, my hands tugging at the ends of his hair. Making the only sounds in the house of our silent battled moans and grunts at the missed sensation. 

I detach my lips from his, immediately feeling his hot panting breath on my mouth. Lust fills his eyes, giving me a sense of encouragement and pride. 

“I’m yours, right? No matter how mad and annoying I get?” my eyebrows raise in desperation, needing to hear his words of comfort. 

“Princess,” his hands drive up my back, massaging the skin. “You’re mine, although you sometimes try so hard to deny the fact, you will always be mine, you will always be the only person who makes me feel like this,” he smiles, moving his lips back onto mine. 

His lips pressed lightly, ghosting over mine like feathers before gradually coming closer, fully taking my lips and diving his tongue into battle with mine. 

I feel my stomach burn in need at the action, my hands desperately grabbing and diving into his messily draped hair. 

“Let’s go upstairs,” I move back from his lips, biting my lip, holding back a sly smile. 

Thoughts of him run through my head: of his body hovering over mine, his lips latched onto my neck, his hands all over me. 

I grab his hand, intertwining my fingers with his as I pull him to the stairs. 

I sway my hips as I walk, knowing his eyes are burning through my back. My shirt draped over my waist rather than around my thighs, giving him a well enogh view as we walk up the stairs. 

I stand at the lounge room, turning to him with my hand still in his. 
“I’m gonna go get you some clothes to wear,” I stutter, my body still at unease with the sudden want and need of his body. 

“No need princess, they’ll be off anyway right?” he smirks teasingly, pulling my hand and pushing his chest to mine, his lips taking over my neck. 

My eyes roll to the back of my head at the well deserved sensation, titiling my head to grant him more access. 

My hands grasp at the ends of his hair, minimal spacing between our panting bodies. His lips work at the skin, sucking and licking my sweet spot. 

I hold in a moan trapped in my throat when he bites my earlobe, smirking evidently as he knows how much I love it. 

“Let me hear you, baby,” Jughead press his light lips to the space under my ear, placing featherlike kisses. 

I follow, letting out a moan I’ve been holding in for long. His hands wrap around the insides of my thighs, teasing my entrance as I feel the cold air hit the thin piece cloth covering me. 

A wave of realization flows over me, stopping the pleasure rushing through my veins as I pull away a panting mess from Jughead’s hold. 

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to wear?” I ask again, this time pressing on the subject with my head titling with reassurance. Please don’t want to wear anything. 

“I’m good, princess,” he assures, his lips still formed into a smile as his eyes flutter gradually alongside the words coming from his mouth. 

The darkness of the room provides light by the TV and the moonlight bursting through the window as it screens over the various comforters scattered around.  
Leaving multiple open mouthed kisses on my neck, he whispers, “Jump.” 

I wrap my arms around his neck tighter, pulling mysel up and circling his waist with my legs as I dismiss myself from the floor. 

I feel his bicep muscles strenghten as he holds my thights, his lips still working on my neck, his wetness pleasuring me like no other. 

He walks over to the large sofa, my legs straddling his hips as I grind unintentionally when he lets out a hot breath on my sweet spot. This boy’s going to kill me. 

The only noise heard from the room is the panting of out breaths and silent moans dangerously close to belting out. 

“Jug,” I mutter teasingly, titling my head upwards and placing my lips on his neck, breathing out my frustration. “Can you do me a favour?” I look up at him with puppy eyes, watching a smirk evolve on his lips. 

His eyes meet mine, our faces only inches away from each other. I let my legs separate more teasingly on his lap as his hands reach my head, stroking my hair and placing the falling strands behind my ear. 

“Name it and it’s yours, princess.” 

I feel my heart flutter, my heart racing for some reason unknow. God damn, he is flawess.I want every single piece of him. 

“My back’s been killing me,” I exaggerate, pouting my lips dangerously close to his. Without any more words, his large hands cover my lower back, softly massaging the skin, untangling the stress held into my muscles. 

I let out a long held breath when his hand starts massaging the middle of my back. Both our attentions completely on each other. I rest my head on his shoulder, my lips featherlike on the skin of his neck. 

His distinctive smell comforts me, letting my body relax on his hold. My hips uncosciously roll my hips at the pleasure of his warm hands on my back, making him grunt. 

I let out a shaky breath on his neck, getting more comfortable when I let my hand run down his chest, my finger drawing random circles on his lover waist. 

I let out a moan when he presses harder, feeling his breathing rate begin to incease. “Fuck, right there,” I groan into his ear, a soft moan escaping my lips when his thumbs press down my lower front waist. 

“Tell me how it feels, princess,” Jughead demands, his hands now set on my ass cheek, grabbing and loosening as I roll my hips at the cold air hitting my skin. 

“it feels so good,” I groan, purposely breathing heavily onto his sweet spot, placing repetitive soft kisses. 

I gasp when he moves the cloth covering my lower region to the side, the cold air hitting my spread wetness. Catching me by  surprise, his hands slap my bare cheeks, grabbing and teasing my entrance as I feel his handprints being bruised onto my skin. 

My stomach ties in knots, wanting nothing more than the satisfaction and pleasure of his touch. “Jug, please,” I beg, breathlessly. 

“You want me to touch you, baby? You want me to make you feel good?” he tease, hoarsness filling his tone. 

“Mhmm,” I nod, arching my back begging to feel his touch, wanting some sort of release as I’m already soaking. 

He teases me even more, now spreading my folds and letting the cold air hit me right on the spot, making my eyes roll back at the held back pleasure. 

“Don’t Da–I.” I whisper breathlessly, my body arching for his fingers. I adjust my head on his neck, my breathing still strong and heavily hot on his neck. 

“What? You wanna call me daddy, baby girl?” he chuckles, his head titling to me before I feel his lips on my cheek placing a feathery kiss as his hands continue their work. 

I feel the tightness of his bulge through his jeans, making me crave him even more. The thought of him making me weak at the knees. 

I hide my head deeper in his shoulder, my cheeks reddening although he cannot see them. “Just please,” I whine, feeling exhausted at the loss of his touch on my most needed area. 

“Please what, princess?” he taunts. 

“Please daddy,” I murmur, “I need you.” 

Just as the words leave my mouth, his middle finger trails down my wetness, giving me a sense of undeniably long awaited pleasure. 

“Does this feel good, baby?” he asks. 

“Mhmm,” I nod, rolling my hips as I spread my legs further apart, wanting to feel more of his fingers on my heat. 

“How about when I rub you? Huh? Is that better?” he pressed his thumb at my entrance, stroking the space between both holes, making my juices spread further over. 

“Yes Jug, more,” I plead. 

“Oh yeah?” he slips his middle finger into me, pumping at a steady pace, “Like this?”

I nod, feeling my climax coming closer and walls tightening around his now rapidly pupming finger. He inserts another as his other and rub under my wetness, spreading it around. 

“Don’t cum until I tell you, princess.” 

I feel my body giving out, wanting a release from the pleasurable actions of his fingers on my slit. He spreads my folds once again, this time holding them out with no action. 

“I’m close, daddy please,” I beg arching my back. 

Fuck, I love you,” he growls, proceding with his action, this time antagonistically rubbing, driving me to the edge of my high. 

“I can’t–” I feel my breathing cut off, my lips parter as my eyes roll back, wanting a release. 

“Let go, baby.” 

I release my juices on his fingers, feeling my entrance throbbing as I let go in pleasure. I roll my hips as I ride out my high, his fingers rolling gently on my sensitive slit. 

I rest my body more relaxed on his, breathing out in release of frustration as he brings his fingers to his lip, licking off the juices, making me part my lips as I watch. God Damn. 

My eyes watch his wet lips as his hands trail down to my solid colowed underwear, placing them back onto my now decreasingly throbbing wetness. 

Somewhat, I’m hungry for more. I want him. I want all of him. I want to pleasure him. I want him moaning my name. I want his hans in my hair.. I want him all for me. 

I practically crave him. 

I lean up my head up and meet his lips, tugging onto his lover lip as he turns the kiss deeper. My hands trail down his waist, playing with the waistband of his boxers. His hand reaches up yo mu now tangled mess of hair, the other caressing my back. 

I kiss hiss lips receptively, not giving him a chance to kiss back, but eventually his lips win, taking mine into his with force, soon sucking on my lips with such a passion. I almost feel my body give out right then. 

“How about you go wait for me in your room, princess?” he caress my hair, placing gentle hiss on the corner of my mouth. 

I nod, getting off his lap and starting my way to my room. Knowiing his eyes are most likely following my movements, I lift my large shirt above my head, throwing it beside me I disappear into my room. 

I walk into the dark moonlight filed room, I go straight to the bathroom, finding the closest body spray I can find and basically showering in it. 

I take a deep breath and step onto my bed, folding my legs underme as I wait for Jughead at the edge of the bed. I lean my arms behind me, feeling frustraded for him again already. 

I hear his footstpes come gradually closer, soon his presence is clear when the door opens wider, revealing Jughead’s naked torso fully to me. The door shuts behind him, and a smirk emits his face as he moves closer to me, his waist moving perfectly as he does. 

I stand on my knees, biting my lip at the flawlessness of his movements. My breathing starts to come off as shaky at the realization of what’s about to happen. God, I’ve waited for him so long, now that’s it’s finally happening, I might fucking puke. 

His stands hold the sdes of my head gently, eyes pouring in mine with our faces inches away from one another. 

“Hey,” he whispers, “It’s just me, baby girl, Relax.” 

I nod. Barely letting my mouth touch his, I kiss his plump upper lip fully, making him groan in satisfaction, his hands diving into my hair and tugging at the roots. 

I feel the warmth of his body engulf and surround mine, his height towering over mine giving me a sense of protection and security. 

My hands play with the buckle of his belt, trying to unfasten the tightness in his pants to release. A few seconds of struggling with the zipper, I tug the hem of his pants down, revealing his black low hung boxers. 

I run my fingers down his v line, deepening the kiss as I lean into him. His han holds my jaw, his lips taking control and slipping his tongue in my mouth, battling with mine for dominance. 

He fumbles with the blocking material, trying to pull it down, eventually angered with the mix of his frustration when they don’t  budge. I spread my knees further, helping him. HIs hands pull at the sides of my panties, trying to rip off a side from the othe with strengh. 

“Fuck, these need to go,” he growls. 

Surpsingly, the next thing I feel is the air hitting my bare waist as he succefully rips a side of my panties, proceeding to rip the other. He pulls the cloth off, throwing it on the floor beside him. 

I feel his legs moving, and I guess he’s trying to rid off his pants, His hands move to my back, unhooking my bra and sliding it off, throwing to meet my now ripped pair of underwear. 

I’d be lying if I say watching him rip my panties off doesn’t turn me on. 

His lips detach from mine for a second, grabbing a condom wrap from the back of his discarded jeans. He stands back up, handing me the wrapper displayed between both his index and middle finger. 

“Roll that on for me, princess.” he requests. 

I take it from his hand, ripping it open before my hands reach around his waist rubbing the skin before I pull down his boxers. 

His hard bulge comes springing upwards, hitting his abdomen. The sight alone drags a pleasurable pulse out of me. 

My heart races at the viev, my hands shaking I roll the plastic onto his length. I look up to him, having finished my task, but not taking him out of my hands. I blink up innocently, watching his head fall back as I slowly pump him. He grins at the action but eventually pushes my hand away. 

“Not tonight baby girl, it’s all about you.” Jughead places a sweet open mouthed kiss on my lips, making my area wet by the thought of him inside me as he does. 

“Lay down for me,” he commands. 

I do as followed, laying myself down on the cold sheets, feeling completely exposed opposide Jughead. I let out a breath I hadn’t know I was holding and let my back rest against the sheets, my legs dangling from the edge of the bed. 

Jughead completely discard his boxers, leaving him flawlessly disorbed. I can’t resist him at his perfect angle, his face focused and his eyes full of lust. And he’s all mine. 

I smile at the fact, suddenly feeling a wash of air flow over my body. My hands reach over my face covering my eyes as I let out a chuckle. 

Jughead hovers over me, his legs standing on the either side of my right leg. His leans to my covered face, moving my hands away as I come face to face with his fully smile. 

“You are so goddamn beautiful baby girl, you know that?” he husks, his thumbs caressing one of my blushed cheeks. 

I lean up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “I love you.” 

Jughead smiles widely at the words leaving my lips, diving his head straght at level with my breasts as he supports his body with his arms on either side of my torso. 

He takes my breasts in his hands for a tender squeeze, rolling the peak of my nipples between his fingers and kissing the top of my breasts. 

I dring my hips against him when I feel him take one on his mouth. His actions send nerves of pleasure down my body to my slit, making it throb and ache for him even more that first ride of pleasure. 

He kisses dive down to my stomach, placing wet open mouth kisses until he reaches my lower abdomen. My breathing hitches, feeling my stomach rise up and down excessively at the feel of his perfect touch. 

He kneels down as he eaches my slit. HIs hands push open wide my knees, giving him more access as my folds spread wider. I groan at the feeling rushing through me at the second time tonight. 

“Already wet again for me, princess?” he teases, I feel his finger run down my wetness, his body kneeling up and hovering over me once again. 

“Taste?” he brings his finger to my lips, patting my mouth until I open up, rolling my tongue over his finger before I take it in fully, having a taste. 

“And what do you say, baby girl?” he raises his head up in question. 

“Thank you daddy,” I coo, bitting my lip. 

His lips go straight to mine, wet sloppy kisses placed on my mouth as my hands tangle in his hair. 

“Say the word and I’ll stop. The last thing I wanna do is cause you any pain, okay princess?” he whispers in my ear, his voice switching to a caring concerned one. 

I nod taking his lips in mine as a reassurance. Jughead alings himself at my etrance, his hand going down to rub rapidly at my slit. 

Jughead’s head nestles in the crook of my neck as I feel him enter me, both our lips releasing long groans of relief at the contact. I can feel the exact lengt of fill my walls up, making me feel a new kind of pain at first. 

“Fuck,” Jughead’s groans loudly, gritting his teeth,”Fuck, you’e so tight, baby girl.” 

Stretching me out, I feel my walls tense up and a shook drive through my body. Not taking seconds later, pleasure begins to replace the feeling of discomfort. I moan at the tip pushing right into my spot. 

“Jug!” I whine, arching my back in plasure as he hits me repeatedly to a perfect spot. 

Our bodies practically melt into one another, and I can’t describe any better feeling that this. His chest up on my breasts, his abs touching my stomach, his lips gently gyrating into mine, his schoulders pressed perfectly to that my head can fit perfectly onto a side. 

I slip my arms over until I feel his back muscles, engulfing him more into me than mefore. He thrusts into me more and more, filling me in deeper each time. 

I feel my high begin to build up once again. I bite my lip in order not to scream or let any tears fall from my eyes at the combining emotions. 

“Don’t fucking do that,” he speaks with a grunt. “Don’t hide your noised, show me how fucking good I make you feel.” 

And with that, I couldn’t contain it. I let out a loud moan, not able to contain the pleasure of his fullness in me. 

I feel my walls begin to tighten already, my head beginning to doze off in pleasure as my eyes roll back. His hands moves down to my etrance, drawing messy figure eight’s as he thrusts harder into me. 

“Hold it, baby,” he demands. 

I began to moving to meet him, rocking my hips on him whenever he went in deeper. Our bodies flush in from one to the other. I feel my entire body pulse in each thrust. Both our moans come out struggled as we both reached closer to our climax. 

However, things begin to slow down when Jughead flipped the two of us over. His back leans against the headboard as I straddle him. 

His hands feel up my stomach, holding my down as I roll my hips teasingly up and down his lenght as he throws his head back in pleasure. 

His gorgeous pink lips part as he watches my movements, soon his hands come over my bare cheeks, spreading them apart and slapping them. I pop my ass outwards, feeling the wriggling of the strength filled spank on my heat, making it more pleasureable. 

Muttered words leave Jughead’s mouth, a lustful need burning in his eyes encouraging me and making me roll my head back in intense pleasure. He is electrifying, and I never want to stop.

I blush a I watch his dimples dig into his cheeks as he smiles, his eyes on my expressions. I lean and peck his lips, making his thrusts wind me up. 

I slower my movements, feeling him twitch inside me. Knowing I couldn’t hold in my orgasm any longer, I put my hands on his abs, leaning on him as I quicken my pace up again. 

“You’re doing such a good job, princess, you look so fucking good.” he breathlessly compliments, his eyes fluttering perfectly. 

“I’m so close,” I wince, my hands still on his toned torso. 

His hand rests on my waist tightly as the other goes yp to my head, holding my in place as his fingers dig into my hair. 

“Look at me,” he brings my forehead to his,our noses briefly touching as we both paint into each other’s lips. “I want to watch you cum for me, love.” 

My eyes advert to his, his glossy beautifully coloured eyes pouring into mine as I feel my walls tighten around him, now rolling my hips slower. 

“Fuck!” I groan breathlessly into his mouth, our lips barely touching. 

I finally let go, feeling myself throb around his length, soon following his climax around me. I guide my rolling hips into a slower pace, riding out the best high I’ve ever had. 

“God damn,” Jughead breathlessly praises, his lips sloppily kissing mine as we both reach the end of our highs. 

Tired, I lean my head on his shoulder, panting breathes leaving my mouth rapidly as so do his. I move my legs from either side of him, throwing myself down onto the sheets right beside him. 

I cross my arms above my chest and slide into the sheet’s watching Jughead discard the plastic before joining me back again in the bed, a smile clear on his face as he hovers over me, sliding beside me as the sheets cover both our naked bodies. 

His arms embrance my body, pulling my over and against his chest, making a chuckle escape my lips, I let my arms wrap around his waist, cuddling myself to his side. 

His lips leave a gentle kiss on my forehead, arms tightly holding me to his side as his hand caresses my hair, the other messaging my nude hips. 

“I’m still mad at you, you know?” I joke, humming into the crock of his neck. He is so damn beautiful. 

“Good. Maybe you could take your madness out on me tomorrow morning.” 

Last thing to say! Not edited because I’m so tired I didnt even realize I write in polish instead of english. If this doesn’t make sense its okay. I edit it tomorrow maybe. 

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