Oooooooo tell me more about Derek feeling small and safe and loved 😍
You hit me at exactly the right time because I was just finishing this:
Just picture Derek waking up late on a quiet Sunday morning, pulling on Stiles’ worn FBI shirt in a sleepy haze, and shuffling out to the kitchen where there’s a mug of fresh coffee waiting for him. Stiles is making breakfast and just lets him putter around in the background while he wakes up–he still finds a half-asleep Derek impossibly endearing, and if he can avoid waking him up fully, he does. Every chance he gets. It’s still something of a novelty that Derek doesn’t jerk awake at the slightest movement or creaking floorboard.
In this particular future, they’ve got a house up in the mountains overlooking Beacon Hills, and Derek likes to shuffle out onto the deck to drink his coffee and read the paper when he’s conscious enough. It usually takes a few tries to get both the sliding door and the screen unlocked and open, but he gets there eventually. Stiles just lets it happen, however long it takes.
When breakfast is ready and on the table, he follows Derek outside and hugs him from behind so he can hook his chin over his shoulder and look out at the city. There’s a chilly breeze because it’s moving into fall, but with Derek in his arms blocking the wind, he’s still warm.
He presses kisses to Derek’s neck and stubbly jaw, and runs his hands up under the front of his own shirt, and marvels at the extra space through the chest and shoulders. Derek’s eased up on his workouts over the years, the further from danger and memories they got, and he’s not soft by any means, just less obsessive with being prepared for an attack of any kind. He doesn’t feel like he has to be a physical wall against any and all threats, not anymore.
There are good days and bad, of course there are bad days with everything they’ve been through in life, but the weekends are always theirs. The weekends are for waking up late and having real breakfast that’s not a rushed piece of toast in the car on the way into the Sacramento field office, and half-asleep coffee on the deck while the city comes alive.
They’ll probably go back to bed after they eat–maybe have some lazy and playful sex if they’re in the mood. Maybe they’ll just spoon and doze into the afternoon, because even though Stiles loves being the little spoon when he sleeps, he also loves holding Derek in his arms while the sun’s light lazily inches across their bedroom.
“Breakfast’s ready,” he murmurs quietly, and presses a kiss to Derek’s shoulder before pulling him back into the house. Derek’s eyes still aren’t open all the way, be he willingly goes where Stiles tugs him, knowing he’ll never steer him wrong.
He gave us Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Firefly and the Avengers. Now writer/director Joss Whedon has teamed with Planned Parenthood to produce a short film highlighting the vital services Planned Parenthood health centers provide to women and communities nationwide. The film follows three characters through critical moments in their lives and illustrates what the world could look like if attempts to block health care access at Planned Parenthood succeed.
A/N: This is the first of five prompts voted on for the 2.5k follower celebration!
Prompt: Can I request one where Batmom sends the batboys texts to mother them -and sometimes to mess with them by sending something like ‘No’ or ‘I know what you’re doing’ at random, not knowing it usual hits the mark and makes them wonder if she’s psychic?
Tonight’s the night, Dick’s sure of it. He had everything planned out down to the last detail and tonight was going to be perfect for both of them, he was sure of it. He was a grown man, this certainly wasn’t his first time making love to the person he loved so why did he feel so nervous?
Dick was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He unlocked the screen to see that he had just received a text from his mom.
‘Use protection.’ Was all it read.
‘How?’ He typed back. His mom had a special knack for knowing when her sons were up to know good, call it a ‘mom sense’ if you will. But even by her standards this was uncanny.
‘I think you know how to use protection. I’m too young to be a grandmother Richard Grayson. Use it.’
“Oh yes.” Jason grinned spotting a freshly iced cake on top of the counter. He looked around the kitchen to see if anyone was around before he grabbed a fork from inside the utensil drawer. He plopped himself down on one of the kitchen island stools and pulled the cake to him. He had his fork poised in the air, ready to dig in, when his phone buzzed on the counter.
Jason sighed and dropped the fork to open up the message. It was a text from Ma reading:
‘Stop what you’re doing right now and ask yourself if I’d approve. If the answer is no, don’t do it.’
“God damn it.” Jason groaned, tossing the fork back into the drawer and walking as far away from that cursed cake as possible. “I never get anything in this fucking family.” He grumbled.
Tim had been up for four days now. He was busy working on a case and he couldn’t pull himself away from it until he saw this through. But even he was human and needed a bit of liquid assistance to keep him going. At this point coffee wasn’t really doing the trick so he went to his back up plan.
Tim pulled out a Monster energy drink from his fridge and twisted the cap off of a Five Hour Energy. He was about ready to pour the tiny bottle into the can when his phone chirped, signaling an incoming text message.
It was a text from mom:
‘Timothy Jackson Drake. Bed. Now.’
Tim gave one last glance to his heart-failure-in-a-can and pushed it away from him before turning on his heel and immediately walked to his bedroom. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
“I’m going to name you Drake.” Damian said gently patting the little piglet’s head. Damian had found the poor thing caught in a storm drain and he couldn’t just leave him there. He sure as hell wasn’t going to give the piglet back to whoever had abandoned it in this situation. Damian just knew Drake would be best friends with Batcow.
Damian stopped showering the piglet with attention when he felt his phone vibrate in his belt. He pulled it out and pouted at the message.
How could she possibly know? He hadn’t even asked to adopt his new friend yet!
“-Tt-” Damian frowned. “Come on Drake! She’ll change her mind when she sees you.” Damian said defiantly, swaddling the piglet in his cape to keep him safe and warm before making his way home.
the sounds of slamming lockers echoed around the hallways as you let out a tired sigh, shoving your books into your backpack as fast as you could, wanting nothing more than to get out of the building and have a long nap, preferably on derek’s hard chest.
it had been two weeks since you and derek had got together, at first it was weird, not knowing how to act with him around everyone but as soon as he pulled you into his lap in the middle of a pack meeting leaving everyone wide eye’d as he planted kisses on the back of our neck, you figured it out pretty quickly.
Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.
Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.
Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.
A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.
You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears.
You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t
Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around.
The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.
Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.
You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.
You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.
The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.
You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket.
“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.
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So… okay. Just because you all need to see it, I’ll leave you here this fanart because it caused me to start shipping this and so far I’m liking it.
Thank you @burythekidd for giving me this beautiful ship, I love it, I don’t care about anything else.
As a reference, this is set on a day-to-day AU. Akande is a martial artist, so he needs to train everyday as a job. I want to apologize if it’s not the best, it’s 1:40 in the morning and I just googled the info I needed.
Title: I have a cellphone for one reason only Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu Rating: G. Word Count: 1124 Brief tags: Fluff, Texting, Selfies, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Summary: Akande wouldn’t really need a cellphone if it wasn’t because Lúcio always sends him cute messages.
“Jimin! We’re going to be late” you shouted from your bedroom. This is the one free day you had alone with Jimin until he goes back on tour. But it was already called short when he had been called in for last-minute meeting and practice. So all you had left was a few measly hours at dinner that you had planned for Jimin with a couple of your close friends before he’s off again.
You kinda wished that you didn’t plan this whole thing. If you had known that this would be the only time you’d have with him before he left, you would’ve never planned this dinner. But it was too late to cancel it. You wanted to get it over as soon as possible, so you could just come home and be alone with Jimin.
“Babe we don’t have to be there for another 20 minutes,” Jimin said as he walked into your shared bedroom. His eyes were glued to his phone, as he was trying to reply back to all the farewell and good luck wishes.
When he finally looked up from his phone, he saw you bent over trying to find the perfect shoes to go with your outfit. He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips at the sight.
You wore one of his favorite outfits on you. A simple tight black dress, that hugged your curves so well. But his favorite part of the dress was the way it rode up when you bent over. Revealing just a tiny bit of skin from your bottom.
You started mumbling something about how you wanted to get the dinner over as fast as you could. And something about being early. But honestly, he wasn’t even paying attention. All he could think about is you. His girlfriend that he wasn’t going to be able to see in months, bent over with her ass sticking out just begging to be fucked.
As you stood up straight, Jimin wrapped his arms around you. Pulling you in so that your back was pushed up against his chest. His head fell to the crook of your neck. Instantly inhaling your perfume, before pressing a wet kiss onto your skin.
“Baby, you look so fucking beautiful” he murmured into your skin. Squeezing you tighter against him.
“Jimin-” you whined as you tried to pull away from his grip. You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t send a shiver right to your core. But you didn’t have time for that. You should be already in the cab right about now, heading to the restaurant. “We have to go Jimin.” You said trying to make your voice sound firm.
“Jagi, we have time,” he said as he continued to kiss and lightly suck on your neck.
Summary: Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok. When your boyfriend neglects you one too many times, the only thing left for you to do is run to his best friend for comfort. Genre: Angst Words: 2,787 Warnings: Cheating
Disclaimer: The plot idea is not mine and the two first chapters were written by @btsfiles. I am merely continuing it, with her permission.
[Shoutout to @theartofimagining13 for inspiring this prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]
A/N: okay I’m definitely scared to post LOL but I saw a lot of people wanted this prompt written so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a AU!Jeffrey, and I hope I do this prompt justice especially since so many people got pumped for it. ENJOY 💕also just a shoutout to my awesome betas for giving me the confidence to post this piece! Xoxo if you have ideas how want this to go send me some.
Tags: 18+, daddy kink, lots of smut next chapter ;)
gif by @mypapawinchester
“…Now I can tell by your faces that you’re all ready to get the hell out of here. I know, I know…it’s a Friday…and being indoors is the last thing you guys want. But before you leave, I just want to discuss your recent papers. I must say I was fairly disappointed in most of them…”
Professor Lincoln paced back and forth in front of the lecture hall, his piercing blue eyes staring down his students. “When discussing historic analysis, I don’t expect you to just give me the facts. I want more depth in these essays…make connections to our world today, and to previous things that have already happened. I know from our in-class discussions you are smarter than what you sound like on paper. With that in mind, I will now formally dismiss the class. Please, think about what I’ve said, and enjoy your weekend!”
He went behind his desk, each student trudged their way forward picking up their essays with a dismal look on their face. Many of them underestimated how tough he was by his cool personality. Standing in the back of the line, you nervously held your history book close to your chest with one hand, while fidgeting at the hem of your skirt with the other. You approached his desk, the sound of your black heeled ankle boots echoing in the now empty room.
“Ahhh…(Y/N)? Correct?” He leaned back against his chair, your essay secured between his fingers.
“Yes” You responded, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You saw how the girls swooned in class over him, but that isn’t what is making you feel nervous at this moment. He was the head of the History department, and you knew he was a hard man to impress. All you were praying for was at least an average grade.
You saw a small smile spread across his face, as he handed you your essay. Other than a few red marks here and there, there was a massive ‘A’ written on the top right corner. “You know, for my quietest student, you definitely know how to impress with your words” He said, his accent melodic in your ear. He crossed his leg over the other, proud to see the accomplishment on your face. “I’d like to hear you speak up more in class, and I look forward to reading your work in the future”
“Thanks Professor!”, you responded. You slid the paper between your hardcover textbook, and said your goodbye before making your way out of the classroom. You were greeted by your two closest friends, Phoebe and Regina. “And how did our nerd do on her history paper?” Phoebe asked, the three of you making your way through the hallways of the building.
“Oh please, can’t you see that look on her face? Little Miss Smartass killed it, just like I knew she would” Regina wrapped her arm around your shoulder giving it a squeeze.
The three of you made it to the outdoor courtyard. The pale grey stone laced with ivy green vines surrounded you. The gargoyles protectively scanned the skies above watching the sun hide behind the marshmallow clouds, as a gust of an early autumn breeze blew past. You snuggled in your favorite knitted white sweater, inhaling the sweet scent of fall. After ordering your drinks at the coffee kiosk, the three of you found your usual spot on the wooden benches.
You spent your last four years of high school invisible. The good girl whose head was buried in her books; that was your reputation. When you first came to university last year, you were hoping for things to be different. Despite your efforts, adjusting turned out to be harder than expected. You were trying to find your place among an eclectic group of people. It wasn’t until your second semester where things finally seemed to settle into place…in more perfect ways than you could even imagine.
“Are we still going out tomorrow night?” Regina asked, taking a sip from her latte.
“As long as we don’t go to that stuffy club on Green…” You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Oh! There’s a new tapas place that just opened, how does that sound? Some delicious food, good music?” You raised your brows suggestively in their direction.
“Yes! That sounds like fun” Phoebe added on, she glanced behind you, her eyes widening as someone caught her attention. “Julian!”
Every time Julian was around, it was a constant reminder of how vulnerable you were when you first came. You fell for his pretty boy eyes, and captivating personality. He was popular, with over half the student body fawning over him…and he liked you. The combination was hard to resist at the time. He was the reason people knew your name, your brief relationship turning into a romanticized story with a number of supporters who followed it. Somewhere along the way, you realized how wrong you were for him. Even more importantly…how wrong he was for you. You earned the reputation of being the first girl to break his heart, and he never fully recovered.
“And how are my three beautiful girls today?“ He asked, sliding next to you. The charisma in his tone prompting you to roll your eyes.
“Discussing plans for tomorrow…you should definitely join if you’re free”
You noticed him quickly glance in your direction, “Sorry, I’ve got to finish up a paper. Let me tell you, whoever said final year would be a breeze, definitely lied…” He ran his fingers through his black hair, breathing out a heavy sigh. “…I’m getting old”
HA! You nearly choked on the dark roast you swallowed. You two may have agreed to remain friends, but you could see right through him. “Age is but a number” You stated with a sage tone, bringing the cup back to your lips.
His eyes lingered on your mouth, longer than you were comfortable with before changing the subject. “Whats your next class?”.
“Art History” you answered, pressing the button on your iPhone to check the time. “…which we are going to be late to if we don’t get going”. You unlocked the phone screen, swiping right to look at the message you just received.
JD: >> Mind if we cancel dinner and stay in?
>> You make staying in sound like that’s a bad thing.
JD: >> Trust me, it works out fucking perfectly on my end.
You felt your cheeks burn reading your last message. “(Y/N)? Art History, remember?” Phoebe snapped you out of your thoughts. “Right, I’m coming”, you looped your arm under the strap of your handbag, quickly swallowing the last drop of your coffee and headed towards your group.
JD: >> What’s the name of the Roman wall that bordered Britain?
>> Hadrian’s Wall?
JD: >> It doesn’t fit, there’s a goddamn ‘P’ in there that’s throwing me off.
>> Ohhh yeah they made it a bit difficult. It’s also called Picts Wall…and are you finishing the crossword puzzle without me?!
JD: >> Relax, baby. It’s not the one you and I have been working on. How much longer do you think you’ll be?
>> 20 minutes xx
“Do you think I should invite him tomorrow night?” Regina bit her bottom lip, her deep set eyes focusing on her bright phone screen.
“Go for it!” Julian egged her on, “I know Jacob, he’s a pretty great guy”
“The more the merrier” You chimed, following your group out to the parking lot. “Let’s try and shoot for 8:00 though”
“Please tell me you’re not going to be occupying your weekend time studying” Phoebe groaned.
“On the contrary, I actually have plans, so I’ll meet up with you guys right after”
“Do you need a lift home?” Julian asked, a little eager than anticipated.
You tucked a strand of hair shyly away from your face, “Uhh…no. I actually have someone picking me up”. You haven’t exactly explained to your friends that you were in a new relationship with a guy you’ve only ever fantasized about. You didn’t mean to keep it a secret, but the subject never actually came up. You weren’t exactly going to bring it up either, as you were desperately trying to avoid the aftermath. From being invisible, to becoming the student capturing the attention of almost the entire university, you still tried to keep your life personal. You knew that most people were hoping that you and Julian would get back together and rekindle your seemingly perfect relationship. This revelation was only going to start unnecessary drama.
“Oh, we can just wait then…” He continued, hoping to spend just a few seconds longer in your presence.
“Don’t worry about” Your eyes catching onto the green truck parked in the corner of the lot under a tri-colored tree. A group of girls walking past took a double take of the driver before giggling amongst themselves. “My ride is over there”
Phoebe and Regina’s eyes followed your gaze, with Regina’s jaw almost dropping on sight. “Oh my gosh! I didn’t know your dad was picking you up!” She blurted without thinking. “I must say, he’s quite the silver fox…”
“Oh wow!Yeah, he is handsome!…I thought your parents weren’t coming until next weekend? Can we say hello?”
“Hold up, that’s your dad? He isn’t anything what I expected him to be…” Julian looked at you with curiosity, the three of them staring at the older man sitting in the driver’s seat.
Your face turned fifty shades of red. This definitely is going to be a lot harder to explain. If your friends just assumed he was your dad, most likely every other person that saw him did too. “You think he’s my father?” was all could muster up in response. You watched at how simultaneously the expression on their faces changed. “Well…who else could it be?” Phoebe asked.
You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow” You innocently brushed aside her question as you waved your fingers goodbye, strutting towards the vehicle.
He had his windows rolled down, his eyes fixated on the newspaper, tapping his pencil against the steering wheel. You rested your elbow on the window, a few students who walked past eyed you as you stood by this strange gentlemen’s car. You cleared your throat, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but instead you were received with one of his slender fingers gesturing you to wait.
“Four letters, starts with ‘R’ and it means ‘excessively abundant’” His deep voice ran straight through you as he asked his question.
“Rife…” you pursed your lips, not pleased by his response.
That killer smile spread across his face, he wrote out the word before shoving his newspaper by his side. He removed his glasses, tucking them perfectly into the pocket of his leather jacket. When he finally turned face to you, he made the blood stop flowing through your veins. “You gettin’ in or what?”
“Well, it’s nice to see you finally notice me”, you teased. You made your way around the truck, stepping into the front seat. The car smelled of fresh tobacco, a sign that he tried to sneak in a quick smoke, a nervous habit he couldn’t kick. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring the bike”
“It’s at the shop right now, I’ll have to pick it up tomorrow” His eyes scanned down your body, his tongue licking his bottom lip taking notice of your dangerously short skirt. “You look good in plaid. I must say, it is giving me a few ideas…” He winked in your direction, you could see the naughty twinkle in those hazel eyes.
“Behave, Jeffrey…” You cut him off, but it didn’t stop the goosebumps from spreading all over your body. You were tempted to tease back, but noticing the crowd of people blatantly staring at the both of you, including your group of friends, was enough to stop you from doing anything. “Want to hear something funny?”
“Does it have anything to do with why the entire goddamn campus is staring at us right now?”
You responded with a cheeky giggle, feeling silly for even mentioning it to him. “My friends all thought you were my dad”
Jeff arched his brow in your direction. “Jesus…your fuckin’ kidding me, right?”. He shook his head with slight irritation, it was cute how sensitive he felt about the age gap between you two. “Does that include your idiot ex?”
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone?” You playfully taunted.
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Jealous? You and I both know that he can’t do any of the things that I do to you…”
“Apparently you weren’t what he was expecting…daddy” You purred, completely unaware of how erotic that sounded in Jeff’s head.
“Well fuck, sweetheart. Hearing it come from you sounds a whole lot better”. A sly grin curved his mouth upward. You felt him brush his fingers on your bare thigh, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck. Without warning, he brought your carnation pink lips onto his own. He wasn’t holding back the intensity of his kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his fingers tugged around the locks of your hair. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt his beard tickle your soft skin. You immediately forgot your surroundings, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck bringing him closer to your body. You could feel the heat between your legs when he brushed his other hand up teasing you by resting his hand right under the hem of your skirt. He nibbled at your bottom lip, grunting in a low, husky tone as he broke the kiss.
“You’re going to stir up quite the scandal, Dr. Morgan” you spoke breathlessly, recovering from your heightened moment.
He stroked your cheek with his thumb, “Darlin’….you knew exactly what you signed up for when you decided to get involved with a man like me”. You felt his hand graze the fabric of underwear with a light touch, maintaining eye contact with you. “Let’s get the hell out of here…” he whispered, “Daddy’s got a few things he wants to take care of”
Your body pulsed with anticipation. You could sense the glares outside penetrate through the protective barrier of the car, feeling as though everyone could hear his taboo words. The excitement of what to come ran rampant through your mind. You pressed your chest up against his arm, brushing your lips past his ear. “Does that include me?” you spoke softly, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.
He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes for the brief second your lips touched his skin. He reversed the car out of the parking lot, driving away from the plenty of jaw dropping students who surely would have a lot to say about this by Monday.
You sat uncomfortably in the seat opposite Mr porters and had begun to unconsciously crack your knuckles- nervous habit. You wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for Hannah but she practically dragged you here. You stopped doing it once Mr Porter had sat back down, straightening out his tie then leaning over to hand you both a sheet of paper.
Hannah scoffs “What is this?”
You turn your paper the right way up and scan the sheet. Date, time, event, people involved, the list went on.
“Whiteness statements Hannah” Mr Porter huffed as he rubbed his forehead “I will need to know exactly what happened”
He explained- almost too casually. It was almost as if he didn’t want us bothering him at this moment..
“But we already told you what happened” Hannah explained. I watched as Mr Porter grabbed a pen out of a black pot in the desk and open the lid with his teeth.
“But I need it in writing” he mumbled as he scribbled with the pen on a yellow post-stick note, then reached for another one, one that actually worked “I also need anyone else who was in the room to write a statement too, so, do you care to tell me their names?“
You hesitated to name anyone. You didn’t want them to be involved and you certainly didn’t want anyone to think you we’re a snitch.
Just before you could say anything, Hannah had already piped up “Justin Foley, Alex Standall, Bryce Walker” she listed, counting on her fingers as she did so, “and all the other poor excuses of men in that locker room”
“But Alex didn’t do anything” you declared, speaking for the first time in about 5 minutes, gaining an eyebrow raise from Mr Porter before writing down the names.
“Exactly” Hannah said, folding her arms over her chest “He just sat back with his bowl of popcorn and watched the show”
“Hmm, what Flavour?” Mr Porter asked, still writing on the post stick note. Me and Hannah both looked to each other then back to Mr Porter.
“Salty?, Sweet?, Toffee?” He quizzed
“I’m glad you find this so funny” Hannah remarked. You were already out of your seat with the paper scrunched up in your fist.
“We’re wasting our time Hannah, let’s go”
Hannah pushed her chair out and got up.
“Ok- Ok ladies, I apologise” he said, holding up both hands. You and Hannah reluctantly sat back down.
“Look, I know this seems like the end of the world right now, but this kind of stuff happens all the time. As much as it shouldn’t, boys and girls get into fights too”
“Yeah, because men are trash” Hannah whispered under her breath
”.mBut what if it wasn’t just a fight?” You asked “..What if it was- what if it was more than that?”
Mr Porter leaned forward “Montgomery and yourself, you guys are in a relationship right?” He asked
“Yeah” you agreed
“And this is the first time he’s even been violent towards you, correct?”
“..yeah” you lied “yes”
“And what is it, you said to provoke him to do that?”
Your eyebrows knotted in confusion “And why do you assume that I had done something to provoke him?(!)” you mildly shouted, your voice beginning to shake.
Mr Porter’s eyes shifted from Hannah to you "Well something must have happened for him to be angry”
“Or he could just be abusing her?” Hannah quickly responded
“I’m just saying-
“Well don’t ‘just say’” Hannah snapped back
“Hannah, I’m gonna have to ask you to wait outside” Mr Porter told her, he then walked over to the door as held it open.
Hannah mumbled something about Mr Porter to you before flinging her backpack on her shoulder and storming out the room.
“So, Y/N” Mr Porter begins “Did anything happen for Montgomery to get angry?” He repeated before slumping back down in his seat. “There had to be something?”
You waited for the sound of the door to be shut before answering “..I may have hit him, only because he called Hannah a slut”
“um-hmm” Mr Porter hummed then scribbled something down “So you hit him first?” He asked
"And do you think hitting him was the right way to react?”
“What? And hitting me was the right was to react” you say, putting emphasis on the ‘me’.
“Listen Y/N, it seems to me like neither of you thought before you reacted, doesn’t mean that anyone is an abuser. That’s a very serious allegation to make”
Yeah, if only you could see the scars on my back and the bruises under my skin, you thought. You began to crack your knuckles again- consciously
"You two are a couple and that’s what couples do sometimes” he explained “Monty was just probably embarrassed that you hit him in front of all his friends”
“Yeah, I guess I hurt his precious ego” you sniffed
“Mm” you agreed as you stood to your feet and pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder “..and perhaps I could get over it in a week or so”
“I dunno- perhaps” Mr Porter shrugged
You just shook your head in disbelief and opened the door.
“Well, you don’t have to leave right now!” Mr Porters voice echoed as you walked further away from him. Hannah got up as soon as she caught sight of you but you didn’t say anything, you just kept walking.
You heard her footsteps gain speed as she jogged to catch up with you.
“What did he say?” She asked
"Nothing useful” you told her “I have to go meet up with Clay”
“Oh, right well, maybe we could meet up at Monets after school” she suggested “Hot chocolate can be a really good cure”
You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to talk about this anymore. I mean, what was the point? Talking about it with Mr Porter hadn’t helped at all so why would talking to Hannah make a difference. Hannah didn’t even know the half of what was happening and only saw a fraction of what you had been going through. And she thinks a hot chocolate would fix things..
“I’ll text you” you assured her before walking faster. You soon approached the library, fixing your make up in a compact mirror before you went in. You rushed over to the table Clay and Jeff we’re sat at and plopped down on the seat next to Jeff.
"Someone’s early” Jeff chuckled
“Sorry I’m late. I was speaking to Mr Porter” you told them as you searched through your bag for an assignment you was working on. Once found, you handed it over to Clay. You noticed that Jeff had kicked him in the leg as their eyes shuffled from you and back to each other.
"Shit. Don’t tell me I have something in my teeth” you said
“..Urm..Are you okay Y/N?” Clay asked out of the blue
“Yup” you answered, popping the ‘p’ “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Clay and Jeff looked at each other then back to you. Jeff inched himself closer to you and placed his arm over the back of your leg.
“It’s just, we heard what happened in the locker room today-
"And we want you to know that we’ve got your back” Jeff continued “Always”
“Yeah” Clay nodded “And don’t worry, no ones on Monty’s side. Everybody thinks he’s a dick for what he did to you”
“Eveybody?” You questioned
Clay and Jeff just nodded, clearly confirming the fact that ‘everybody’ now knew what had happened.
You sighed again “Great”
Your phone buzzed loudly in your bag, earning you a few hushes from other students in the library. You fished for your phone out of your back pocket and swiped the screen to unlock it. A text from Hannah and from Alex and from Zach popped up immediately.
Hannah🍑: See you at Monets?x
Alex🤘🏼🖤: Wanted to check up on you. Call me x
Zach Dempsey (Tall jock from English class) : Sorry about the boys. Their dicks. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Always.
There it was again. The 'Always’, like they had 'always’ been there. You rolled your eyes and threw your phone into the bottom of your bag. All of a sudden, people cared about you. All of a sudden, people wanted to check up on you and call you and listen to you and be there for you. And all of a sudden, you were a victim. And that wasn’t a label you wanted to have or own or be associated with.
It just didn’t sound like you.
Okay so that was part 2! I hope you guys like it
Oh and thanks for all the support on part 1, it means a lot so thankyou💞✨
Smutty smut smut about older Bughead living in New York. AU. Possible multi-part. Smut. SMUT. You’ve been warned.
Betty Cooper smoothed her skirt over her thighs as she opened the heavy door to the dark bar.
It was her second week in New York City - she had spent every waking moment in her office. She wanted to come straight to New York after she graduated high school, but her mother insisted she went to North Western, as they had one of the best Journalism programs in the country. She spent all her time studying and missed out on building relationships with people.
It was her first night of freedom, and there was only one thing on her mind.
It was cool outside, so Betty had thrown her worn leather jacket over her outfit. Once she was inside, a wave of humidity overwhelmed her. She shrugged her jacket off, revealing a deep v-neck top, red as blood, as she strode to the stools lining the bar.
She chose one, second from the end, and eyed the man behind the counter. He had black jeans on and a t-shirt sporting the name of a band she’d never heard of. He put a well worn book down behind him as he strode over to her.
“What can I get you?” He asked her, brushing his hair back from his face.
“A cosmopolitan, please.” Betty answered, hooking her jacket over the back of the stool. She crossed her long legs as the bartender chuckled to himself.
She raised an eyebrow.
He shook his head as he poured her drink and set it before her in a whisky glass. “The dish washer quit yesterday. No clean martini glasses.” He quipped as he wandered away.
“This is fine.“ Betty said, pulling the coaster closer to her. She took a sip of her drink and eyed the bartender again. He was at the opposite end of the bar, pouring a tequila shot for an older woman in a jean jacket.
Betty unlocked the screen on her cellphone when it buzzed against her thigh. After a moment, an audible sigh escaped her mouth as she put her phone face-down against the counter. She downed half her drink as the bar tender came back to her side of the bar.
“Get stood up?” He asked gruffly.
“Sort of. Not that it’s any of your business, but my roommate was supposed to meet me, She’s decided to stay in with her girlfriend.”
“You want another drink?”
Betty bit the inside of her cheek. Really, she should just go home. But fuck it. She was here now. “Sure.”
“You new in town?” He asked as he made her concoction.
“Yeah,” Betty answered as he set the drink down in front of her. “I went to school in Illinois, continued living there for a few years after school ended. I wanted to come to New York for college, but - well, not important. I’m here now. Out of Riverdale. That’s all that matters.”
Jughead stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth. “Riverdale, New York?”
Betty nodded. “I’m surprised you’ve heard of it.”
“Heard of it? I lived there until I was seven. Then I moved to Toldeo.”
“Small world.” Betty took the cherry out of her drink and popped it into her mouth, her plump lips parting around the stem. She looked Jughead in the eye.
He held her gaze, a smirk forming on his lips until a large man a few stools down cleared his throat. “Yo, Jug, another beer.”
Jughead wandered toward the man, pulling a beer from the fridge under the bar.
Betty took a sip of her cosmopolitan as a balding man with a tattoo on his head sat down beside her.
“Evenin’“ He commented, looking her up and down. “How much?”
Betty turned her head slowly. “Excuse me?”
“How much? Just for like, twenty minutes.”
Betty closed her eyes for a moment, trying to compose herself. Calmly, she got off the stool and grabbed her jacket. She picked up her half-full glass and splashed it in the strangers face.
She started to walk to the other end of the bar when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. “You fuckin’ bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Betty spun around, shoving the balding man’s chest. “Get the fuck off me,” She spat.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Jughead yelled from behind the bar.
Betty held her jacket in her hands tightly. “Nothing.” She stated.
“This whore just threw her drink in my face!” He grabbed Betty by the shoulder again.
“I said get off me,” Betty muttered. There was venom in her voice.
“Larry, get the fuck out of here!” Jughead said, hopping over the bar. The balding man muttered something and headed out the door.
“Alright, we’re closing early, everyone get out.” Jughead said loudly.
Betty shrugged her leather jacket over her shoulders.
“Not you,” Jughead murmured as people cleared out of the bar.
“Won’t the owner be mad at you for closing early?” Betty asked.
“I am the owner.” Jughead answered as he followed the last person to the door and flipped the lock. He shut off all the lights but the one over the bar.
Betty took a seat at the bar and sighed.
“You want another drink?” He walked behind the bar.
“Oh, no, thanks. I’ll just pay and go.”
“No, you need to calm your nerves before you go anywhere.”
Betty didn’t argue. Jughead sat a glass of water down in front of her.
“You know, I only came out tonight because my roommate convinced me bars are a great place to meet guys. And the only one I met thought I was a prostitute.”
Jughead chuckled. “Bars are only a great place to meet guys if you’re looking for a one night stand.”
Betty grabbed a cherry from behind the bar. She popped it into her mouth. “Who says I’m not?”
Jughead cocked his eyebrow.
Betty took the cherry’s stem and put it in her mouth, needing only a moment before she placed the knotted stem back on the bar. She hopped off the stool and wandered behind the bar.
She was close enough to feel his body heat. She shrugged off her jacket once more and let it drop to her feet.
“I’m not looking for anything other than tonight,” Betty murmured.
Jughead didn’t respond with words - he cupped her cheek and roughly pulled her against him. His mouth covered hers, his hands wandered down to her hips, gripping. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue inside.
She leaned back, pulling her shirt over her head. He trailed kisses down her neck, sucking and nipping at her collarbone. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell between them as he ducked down, pulling her peaked nipple into his mouth.
She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, kicking them away from her feet.
Jughead let a throaty growl escape his lips as he picked Betty up and placed her on top of the bar. “Fuck,” He murmured.
He kissed her roughly, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. His hands wandered beneath her skirt, finding her entrance.
“You’re so wet,” He murmured quietly as he placed a finger inside her.
Betty looked at him through hooded eyes. She bit her lip as he placed another finger inside her.
“Jughead,” She murmured.
He rubbed her swollen clit as she reached for his jeans. “Take those off.” She ordered.
He did, kicking them off behind him. He placed two fingers against Betty’s lips. She opened her mouth, sucking his fingers, twirling her tongue against them.
He moaned, rubbing his slick fingers against Betty’s entrance. She leaned back against the bar, running a hand down her center.
Jughead looked her up and down, his eyes landing on a tattoo partially covered by her skirt.
“Is that cake?” Jughead asked, still eyeing her tattoo.
“Ch-chocolate cake slice.” Her breath caught in her throat. “But you can use it for target practice when we’re done.”
Jughead licked from her tattoo to her nipple, sucking and biting before moving to her neck.
“Fuck me,” She murmured, leaning forward to wrap her arms around Jughead’s neck. She reached inside his boxers, pumping.
Jughead spread Betty’s legs, taking himself out of his boxers. He held his erection, brushing it against Betty’s slick folds. He pushed himself inside her slowly as she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him deeper still.
“Fuck,” They murmured in unison.
He thrust against her, using his fingers to rub at her clit.
“Harder,” She moaned.
He fucked her roughly, biting at her neck.
She moaned, throwing her head back, tightening the lock on her legs.
He moved his hand to her neck, his fingers gripping, his thumb between her lips.
Betty licked and bit at his thumb until he moved it back down between her thighs.
“Fuck me like you hate me.”
Jughead arched an eyebrow at her.
“You heard me,” She murmured.
Jughead pulled her off the bar, bending her over in front of him. He reached his arm around her waist, holding her against him. He pounded into her over and over until she was screaming his name.
He continued to thrust into her, rubbing at her clit, until her knees were weak.
“Jughead,” She murmured as she reached her second high.
He had a fist full of her hair as she came again, her eyes closed. He waited until she opened them again.
“Turn around,” He instructed. He used her tattoo, as she suggested.
He pulled his jeans on as she wiped her tattoo clean. She found the pieces of her clothing, dressing herself quickly.
A/N: Something I wrote to motivate me past writer’s block. @loby12 this is for you, except not really bc I’m a tease and too tired to actually write the entire thing but one day you’ll get the smut fic you deserve lol (also the tile makes me wanna cringe okay bye)
It isn’t that you’ve had no chance to wear it - no,
plenty of chances to dress up. The problem is your boyfriend; he loves you in a Gucci dress.