Relax baby.

‘i swear to god imma rip my hair out’ i mumbled to myself as i flipped the pages to see how much have i had left to study.

'too much, too goddamn much.’ i mumbled again.

Dating Post Malone Would Include...

- he tends to keep his private life away from the public eye

- so most content of you two together comes from you or paparazzi

- but every so often he’ll put you on his insta story or post a photo of you together with no caption and it makes twitter freak out

- visiting him in the studio when he’s recording often

- he has the biggest heart eyes when he looks at you

- and a goofy ass smile

- getting high together

- late night snack runs all the time

- showing up to some of his show rehearsals

- standing backstage most of the time when you go to a show

- but sometimes you get a ticket and stand in the crowd and surprise him afterwards because you love watching him perform

- stealing his clothes all the time

- missing him a lot when he goes on tour

- so he calls and texts whenever possible

- always beating him at beer pong

- he gets jealous when he sees you around other guys but then you always come bounding over and smothering him in love and affection

- he gives really warm and comforting hugs

- falling asleep together in the most random places

- playing video games with him because he always asks with puppy eyes

- movie marathons

- usually trying to waste time in between shows if you go on tour with him

- he loves holding your hand

- he has a picture of you two together as his wallpaper

- a paparazzi picture is leaked of it and his fans think its so cute

- he lets you sit in his lap a lot

- random drives around town with the radio cranked up

- getting to hear his new songs before his fans

- playing with his hair a lot

- he loves kissing your neck

- just being goofy and headass af together

In Deep Lovers- Post Malone (AU)

Hope you enjoy @mikayleet !

It was a few hours before Post’s show started , so you both  decided it would be a great idea to buy some snacks and hang out for a while , and what better place to do it than your local 7/11. As you guys made your way to the 7/11 you felt as if someone was watching you but decided to brush it off , because when you are the Post Malone girlfriend you kind of get used to that feeling.

“ Hey babe i’m getting the bud light’s ,get the chips will ya?” he practically shouted making his way to the freezer , making my way to the chips , I get distracted with beef jerky , when i feel a light tap on my shoulder , I turn around and see a couple of girl who i assume are fans .

“Hey (y/n) could we get a picture with you?”they nervously asked , mind you I was pretty shocked they didn’t ask for Post but me ,wow that’s a first.

“Sure “I said , as I took a picture with the whole group.

“Hey babe where you at?” I heard Post behind me, that’s when the girls starting to have the classic fan panic attack , when they managed to calm themselves , we took a picture all together.

We said goodbye to the girls and made our way to the checkout , Post had his hands wrapped around my waist as we paid for our stuff and even got complimented by the  checkout lady .

Finally back in the tour bus we enjoyed some chips and beer , as I  layed on top of Post and we cuddled , that’s when I heard and saw  a camera’s flash , it was Adam , “this is a really good picture “he said as he left. I decided to check my phone , when I saw my twitter was exploding , and decided to see what was the big fuss.

It was a picture of me and Post at the 7/11 when he was hugging me and the caption read

“@y/n and @postmalone ARE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST , i cant “ i showed it to Post who smiled at the picture and gave my a few kisses and said “we are like so couple goals not even my fans can deny it “Ii smiled at his cute comment and stole a kiss when i felt another flash , a heard Adam go “that’s the one” and a few minutes later I saw the cute picture of us in his instagram with the caption ïn Deep Lovers” , I made sure to like it , I turned to look at post , he did the same and we shared another kiss as I wondered how was Ii so lucky to have him in my life.

Anywhere I Please

Summary: FP is far too stressed for the reader to be comfortable with, so she must take matters into her own hands.

Pairing: FP X reader

Warnings: explicit sex, description of sex, road hand, outdoor sex, quick sex with lack of much foreplay, unprotected sex, disturbance of birds and dilton doileys innocence

Word count:  2384

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Our Secrets Out

Summary(REQUEST):  

Pairing: FP X reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, rushed sex, near physical assault (Chucks an ass,) cheating, FP AND CHERYL ARE ASSHOLES BUT THEYRE ACTUALLY MY FAV IRL IT JUST FIT THE STORY SO DONT TAKE OFFENCE BC THEY'RE MY BABIES, angst

Word count: 1943 A/N: i really dont know how i feel about this. like really, really dont know how i feel. i might make a part 2 just to redeem myself MAYBE. also the reader doesn’t come out and splay her love to FP just because it felt kinda immature and unnecessary for the story but it kinda hints at feelings

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Karma Never Felt so Good

REQUEST:

Warnings: explicit sexual content, NSFW, fingering is you squint really really hard, spanking !!!!, unprotected sex

Word count: 2071

gifs not mine and belongs to @maurawrites aka where i get ALL my FP/Skeet gifs

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Requested:Can you write FP jones smut maybe?//one where you and Fp have sex after a fight

Sitting at the bar next to Sweet Pea ”Show me how to play pool” you said jumping up and grabbing Sweet Pea’s hand. “Why dont you have your mans show you” you dropped his hand and rolled your eyes “Im not talking to him right now besides he doesnt care enough to apologize” You heard Sweet Pea chuckle next to you as you both made you way over to the pool table. Sweet Pea grabbed a cue and chalking it before handing it to you, while doing the same thing to another one and leaning it against the table. 

You bent over the table showing any cleavage to anyone who looks “Okay princess you hold the cue like this” Sweet Pea said wrapping your fingers around the cue. “Now angle the cue where you want to hit” Carefully angling the cue with help of Sweet Pea you push the cue hitting the Cue ball. “ I did it” you said Jumping up and down before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Congratulations Princess” You let go and put down your Cue “I bet I can beat you In a game Sweet Pea” you saw him laugh “You wish princess” you both picked up and chalked up your cues. Sweet Pea set up the rack. “Sweet Pea leave me alone with my girl” you both turned and saw FP, Sweet Pea who looked at you shrugging your shoulder and nodded to FP. 

“What the Hell y/n” You saw FP walk in the room sitting down at the bar. You shrugged sitting down on the edge of the pool table. “You dont get to say anything to me Jones” You said rolling your eyes and leaning back on the table. “Yea im not the one being unacceptable” he said taking a drink and putting it back down on the counter. “How am I being unacceptable when your the one whoring around with Alice or who else knows” You said jumping from off the table and moving across the room sitting on the sofa. “Dont pin this on me y/n” He said making his way towards you. “How am I not supposed to your always never around anymore. You always leave and go help someone or leave to go to someone else but what about me FP do you even care about me anymore” You yelled as FP stopped in his tracks, watching you pace across the room. “Darling dont say that “ You threw a glass bottle barely missing him “How do you not expect me to say that with you fucking Alice and so busy taking care of eveyone else FP you never have time for me, you never care about me” You said throwing another bottle on the ground. “Y/n listen to me” you threw another bottle near FP’s feet. “Dont tell me to listen because im done listening to you, im done trying for you” You said slipping back on your Jacket and grabbing your phone that fell on the pool table with that you left. 

You changed out your clothes and showered changing into a pair of sweats and a hoodie. You heard a knock at the door and you ignored it and sat down on your couch putting the tv on. You heard the door unlock and you threw a bottle at the door and on the otherside stood FP.”Get the hell out” you said getting up to close the door but being blocked by FP “Y/n we need to talk about this” FP said walking into your trailer and you stood in front of him “theres nothing to talk about” You said trying to close the door again but FP’s foot blocked it. “Y/n just let me in” You opened the door letting him walk in closing it behind him. “Please y/n hear me out” you rolled your eyes and sat back down on the couch “Theres nothing to listen to” Fp who was still leaning up against the door frame “I love you y/n I know I never tell you that but I love you so much Babygirl let me make it up to you. I know I cant make everything up to you all in one gesture but I promise love I will spend as much time as I can to make it up to you” FP said as you had tears in your eyes. You walked over to where he was grasping his face in your hands. You then leaned in for a kiss, it was soft and passionate. You Jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist 

He put his hands under your ass as he made his way by the couch putting you down lightly, hovering you he kissed you again. He began kissing down your neck and you tangled your fingers in his hair. FP pulled your hoodie off and you giggled as he kissed your chest. “I love hearing you happy sweetheart” He then unclasped your bra and kissed down your chest. “Your so beautiful Sweetheart” FP then pulled down your sweats and kissing your lower stomach. Before his hands traveled down to your lace panties and ripping them off. “Jones” you yelled. He let a low chuckle “Dont worry Sweetheart I’ll buy you new ones” He spread your legs more apart and put his head between your thighs. You felt his stubble rub on the inside of your thighs making you groan. Before you felt his tongue lick across your pussy. “So wet and sweet for me Darling” you moaned grabbing pulling at FP’s hair as he began sucking all your juices. FP gave you a kiss and you slid off his jacket and pulled his shirt off throwing it across the room. You kissed FP’s jaw and kissed his shoulder as kissed down his stomach. FP slapped your ass and grabbed it as you left marks all over his body. You undid his pants and pulled them down sitting on his lap,

 You began grinding on him, you heard him grunting underneath you. “You were so bad daddy” you said slowing your pace and grinding on him softly and slowly. “Im so sorry babygirl” You felt his erection grow hard under you making you hornier and you stop grinding on him. “Please dont tease me babygirl” You pulled down his boxers and took him and began stroking him, hearing him groan turned you on even more and you began to stroke harder “Fuck Babygirl” You then took him into your mouth and began sucking him making sure you made eye contact watching him melt underneath you from your touch. FP tangled his hand in your hair pushing you farther onto his cock and moving his hips hearing you gag underneath him and tears filling your eyes. “Your such a slut babygirl” Fp said as he pulled tighter on your hair and picking up the pace. “Good thing your my slut and only mine babygirl” Fp stopped his movements and let go of your hair. “Up babygirl come sit on daddy’s lap” You got up and sat on FP’s lap FP readjusted himself at your entrance and thrust into you. You gasped and FP began picking up his pace and you began moaning. Twirling your fingers in his hair, “Im getting close babygirl” you were grinding against him as his hip circled around you “Fuck Daddy im so close” You felt your release. FP pulled out of you and you laid your head on his shoulder. “I love you FP” you said kissing his shoulder. “I know babygirl but I love you more” Fp said kissing the top of your head

FP Jones - Relaxing *

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You buried your head on your pillow and put your headphones on the highest volume. You were tired of hearing your parents fighting and arguing about every single little thing.

You tried everything, listening to music, watching tv, trying to think of something else. But at last everything went back to your parents arguing or it brought you back to reality when your heard your dad shout at your mom.

You couldn’t help the tears running down your cheek as you felt utterly alone and broke. As you where on your bed looking up at the ceiling you heard your phone ring and decided to see who it was.

“Hey, everything ok? you haven’t messaged me all day?” Your lips tugged up in a little smile.

“Parents have been fighting all day, so haven’t been able to get on my phone and just relax, think I could come over…?” You bit your bottom lip ghosting over the send button.

“Fuck it “ You say to yourself as you press the button and put your phone on the nightstand.

You weren’t the type to have a late night gateway but hearing your parents fighting put you in a really bad mood and you just wanted to forget about everything for a while.

You heard your phone go off and got it in your hand fast .

“Sure, trailer door is obviously open, so come whenever you want babe ;)”

You blushed cause you could actually see FP smirking at the text you sent.

You decided to put on some comfortable shorts , a cute pink t-shirt and some flip flops. You opened your window and looked back at the door and sighed.

You got out and closed the door and walked over to the trailer park. It was like a 5 minute walk so on the way you listened to music to get your mind off your parents.

As you got into the trailer park, you saw Tall boy and Fangs outside and they both raised their eyebrows, actually surprised to see you at the trailer park so late.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see chica!” Fangs said smiling and coming over to you and giving you a quick hug.

You couldn’t help but giggle and hug him back.

“ Hi fangs and what’s with the spanish? Come on you know I only speak English! “ you say jokingly and bump shoulders with him playfully

“Fangs, if you want to leave, I suggest you leave Y/N alone. FP doesn’t look that happy “ Tall boy says and nods at FP’s trailer and when you look back you see your favorite serpent against the trailer waiting for you and giving Fangs a death glare.

You rolled your eyes and hugged fangs goodbye and walked over to FP and put your hands on your hips

“And what’s with the death glare grumpy serpent?” You smile a bit and he can’t help but chuckle and walk over to your and wrap his arms around your waist, giving you a big bear hug

“Fangs was being too touchy” Fp said while looking at you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes

“He was just being nice, now come on I’m not in the mood to see another fight” You take his hand and walk into his trailer and close the door.

You take off your jacket and fall face first in his bed and groan slightly

“Why is your bed so damn comfy?” You breath in and feel relaxed as you smell Fp’s scent all over you and you can’t help but smile.

As FP walked into his room, he couldn’t help but take his lower lip between his teeth and look at you up and down.

You didn’t notice that when you layer down your shorts ran a little more up exposing you completely too him.

He walks up behind you and bends down and runs a hand up and down your thigh. You gasp softly and blush as you look at him confused

“And what are you doing mister?” You can’t help but bite your lip as he squeezes your ass and looks at you with lust filled eyes.

“Well, since today hasn’t been the best day for you and you said you needed to do something to relax and get your mind off your parents…” He slowly starts taking off your shorts “Well im helping you get distracted”

He takes your shorts completely off and slowly kiss your legs and up to your thighs. He repeats this process a couple times to each leg.

You can’t help but be a blushing and squirming mess as you feel every soft kiss on your thighs and feel his scruff scratching your thighs.

You turns around so now you were laying on your back. He pulled your shirt up slowly and started kissing your stomach and kissing painfully close to your dripping wet pussy.

“Please…please don’t tease “ You say out of breath as you feel him smirk against your thigh.

“Why princess? What do you want me to do?” Fp smirks as he looks up at you and gets on his knees and pulls you to the edge of the bed by your legs.

He spreads your legs so he’s face to face with your pussy but he doesn’t do anything, waiting for you to answer.

The stare he gave you made you even more wet “T-touch me…” You say softly while biting your lip.

“Where baby girl? Here?” He kissing your thigh softly and with his other hands draws circles on your other thigh

You shake your head fast and groan a bit frustrated and take his hand that’s rubbing your thigh and put it on your pussy.

“Here, please” You muttered under your breath and blush

FP groans as he feels how wet you are and starts rubbing your outer lips

“Fuck baby, did daddy make you this wet?” He smirks and kissing your clip and gives it a long slow lick

You moans a little loud as he kisses your clip and you feel him push one of his fingers inside you. You take your bottom lip in between your teeth and moan softly

“Yes! Yes daddy, now please please can you make me cum pls “ You whined our desperately as you really needed a release. It’s been some time since you and FP been alone so this slow torture was killing you

FP’s eyes when dark when he heard you say that and he smirks and pushes two fingers inside you and starts fingering you hard and fast

“Whatever my baby girl wants” He groans against your thighs and makes his way to your wet pink pussy and starts lapping at all your juices and fingering you fast

You shake your head fast and groan a bit frustrated and take his hand that’s rubbing your thigh and put it on your pussy.

“Here, please” You muttered under your breath and blush

FP groans as he feels how wet you are and starts rubbing your outer lips

“Fuck baby, did daddy make you this wet?” He smirks and kissing your clip and gives it a long slow lick

You moans a little loud as he kisses your clip and you feel him push one of his fingers inside you. You take your bottom lip in between your teeth and moan softly

“Yes! Yes daddy, now please please can you make me cum pls “ You whined our desperately as you really needed a release. It’s been some time since you and FP been alone so this slow torture was killing you

FP’s eyes when dark when he heard you say that and he smirks and pushes two fingers inside you and starts fingering you hard and fast

“Whatever my baby girl wants” He groans against your thighs and makes his way to your wet pink pussy and starts lapping at all your juices and fingering you fast

You couldn’t help but moan as FP licked your pussy and fingered you. With one hand you started playing with your tits and the other you started tugging at his hair and pulling him closer to your middle.

You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as you felt him groan against you when you tugged at his hair

“Come on princess, can you come for daddy?” He looks into your eyes while he starts viciously sucking your clit and fingering

You even faster is that’s possible.

Throwing your head back and moaning his name loud, you couldn’t help but cum all over Fp’s fingers. He keep sucking your clit making you ride out your high.

Pulling out his fingers and licking you clean, he lays down next to you and lick his fingers that are all covered in your juices and you hear him groan and look at you.

“You are sooo addicting you know that, everything about you is just amazing” He says as he kisses your neck softly and your forehead

You can’t form a sentence as you are still trying to come down from your high. You blush as FP has this smug, cocky grin on his face and kiss your lips.

You raise your eyebrow and can’t help but chuckle a bit.

“You did all this so Fangs could hear me screaming and moaning right?” You look at him suspiciously.

“No! I did it for you to relax! “ He says acting hurt and hugging you close, his scruff scratching your chin and you smiled loving that feeling.

“…ok maybe I did a bit” He says against your neck and you couldn’t help but laugh and cuddle close to him and muzzle against his chest.

FP starts running his fingers up and down your back and kissing your head softly. You slowly started to drift asleep

“I love you so much….” You say softly as he keeps running his fingers up and down your back.

“Love you baby girl” He kisses your head one more time as you both fall asleep cuddling close.

Comfort (FP Jones x Reader Smut)

Warning: mentions of abuse, swearing, choking, daddy!kink, rough sex

Note: Reader is of legal (24) age! Gif is not mine. Credit goes to creator! 

(Y/N) would later learn that despite leaving several texts and calls for Jughead, it would prove to be of no use. She would still be in the same place on his couch for hours to come, refusing to move. With fingernails digging into the cushion and teeth gnawing on the inside of her right cheek, anxiety could only build. It pricked at the tips of her fingers and left a gaping hole in her rib cage. 

The hole threatened to swallow her throbbing heart once the front door to the trailer was unlocked. (Y/N) pushed herself to her feet and awaited whoever would walk through that door. 

But it was the wrong Jones. 

Instead of Jughead’s usual beanie and flannel tied around his waist, his father wore the old flannel underneath his Southside Serpent jacket. The jacket was stretched over his broad, strong shoulders that carried the weight of the grocery bags. 

(Y/N) fell back down onto the couch with a heavy thud and a sigh. She threw her face in her hands and struggled to catch her breath. She didn’t know how much longer she could let the anxiety eat away at her. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” FP absently called from the kitchen as he shoved his son’s favorite cereal into the cabinet. 

“H-Hi,” she choked out. 

Stopping suddenly, FP’s eyebrows scrunched. He set the rest of he bags down on the counter. He pivoted on the heel of his boot to witness his son’s friend struggle to keep her composure. 

“You okay, honey?” he asked concerned, walking into the living room and taking a seat next to (Y/N). 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” (Y/N) breathed, suddenly embarrassed. She looked up to face FP. “Sorry, I’m just waiting on Jughead to give me the latest news on my father. I hope… I hope my father-“ 

“He won’t be getting out any time soon,” FP stated. “Especially not after what he did to you.” 

“You’re right,” (Y/N) tried to tell herself, but that did not stop her nails from digging farther into the meat of her palm. 

“Hey,” FP cooed soothingly. With calloused fingers, still hot from his motorcycle, he gently pulled her fingers from her palm and held them in his own. “It’s okay. Stay as long as you want.” 

The sudden surge of protection and safety immediately dropped (Y/N)’s anxiety levels. (Y/N) couldn’t deny that if she were to have his arms wrapped around her, while pressed into the crook of his neck, breathing in the faded scent of his cologne, would only calm her down more. Despite how wrong it would be, (Y/N) let the idea of fully embracing FP Jones swish back in forth in her mouth. 

“I just… I j-just…” she threatened to break down once. 

“Hey, now,” FP spoke, pulling her body into his arms. Instinctively, he pressed the vulnerable girl into his chest and rubbed a hand up and down the middle of her back. He took comfort in knowing her head rested on his leather-clad shoulder, safe in the bend of his neck. He also took comfort in the fact that her body melted against him, probably enjoying his affection. “It’ll all be alright. I won’t let him touch you ever again.” 

Although their embrace started out as a father comforting his friend’s kid, both of their thoughts began to wander. 

“I’m an adult. Six years passed it, actually. It wouldn’t be that weird…” (Y/N) thought to herself. 

“But Jughead,” they both thought together. 

But when (Y/N) picked up her heavy head from FP’s shoulder and locked eyes with him, the temptation of intimacy was too strong. (Y/N) couldn’t remember the last time she felt so safe and protected by a man that genuinely cared about her. Hell, she couldn’t even remember the last time she was attracted to man that was worthy of her trust. 

Her trust in him empowered him. FP felt like he was worth something. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he did more good than bad. He felt, for once, that when someone looked at him, they weren’t looking at him for drugs, his Serpent jacket, or because of his ties to the Blossoms. They were looking at him for him. 

Neither of them would be able to tell you who started the kiss, because within a matter of seconds, their hands were all over each other. Once their lips had pressed together, intoxicated on the passion, (Y/N) had clasped both hands on either side of his stubble. The worry had escaped her completely, and now all was left a burning desire for the man in front of her. 

With one hand on the middle of her back, he pulled her closer to him without breaking the kiss. He tangled his other hand in the soft strands of her (Y/H/C) hair. FP wanted so badly to press their bodies together, but he would respect her boundaries above all else. 

But her boundaries expanded much farther than his apprehension allowed him to believe. (Y/N) had propped herself up onto her knees, swung one leg over him, and fell back down into the kiss with a deep grind of her hips. 

“Holy shit…” FP breathed into the kiss, totally in awe of the girl above him. 

His rough fingertips pressed onto the skin of her sides and rocked her body to the motion of his hips. The friction and passion between them caused every ounce of judgement to be thrown out the window. Whether they would be able to admit it or not, they both wanted this. Needed this. 

A surge of pleasure coursed through (Y/N)’s veins every time her core ground against his bulge. She gasped into the kiss, completely overtaken by desire and need. She wanted to desperately to rip both of their jeans off and ride him for real. 

And when FP broke free from the kiss and attached his chapped lips to the skin in the crook of her neck, (Y/N) lost it. With every peppered kiss placed on her pulse, she grew more and more desperate for him. Her small fists grasped the edges of his hard leather jacket and squeezed, yearning for him to be as close to her as possible. She couldn’t help but moan at his touch, which only made him grow in size. 

Despite how good his kisses felt, she pulled away to face him. “Do you have a condom?” 

FP nodded, eyes trained on her face. “Are you sure you want this?” 

(Y/N) smiled and nodded before ducking her head to his neck to leave kisses and to nip at the skin. The grind of her hips was slower now, more sensual. With her at his throat and her talented hips connecting with his, the combination threw him into even more of a desire-filled daze. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“And I want you to be rough with me,” she breathed against his skin. 

He pulled away from her embrace and stared into her (Y/E/C) eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. Her glossy irises, swollen petal lips, and heated cheeks only begged for him to take her as she was. And, God, would he give her what she wanted. 

One of FP’s hands plunged into the tresses of (Y/N)’s hair, wrenching the locks in his fist, and held her tight to his body with his other hand as he flipped them over on the couch. With her back against the side of the couch, her head fell back in ecstasy as he attacked her neck with sloppy, open mouth kisses and bites. His stubble that pricked at the tender skin of her throat drove her wild. The heat was growing in her lower belly, and in order to gain friction to lessen the blow, she wrapped her long, smooth legs around FP’s midsection in hope to bring them closer. 

“Oh my god, FP,” (Y/N) gasped, eyes screwing shut. 

His rough hands were up and down her sides, running along the spine of her arched back, and pulling her hips to meet his with every grind. Lost in the pleasure, (Y/N) let a hand ghost down FP’s chest and stomach to rest on his denim-clad bulge. The heavy palming caused a low growl to erupt from FP’s throat. 

He glanced down at the beauty beneath him to witness the flush of arousal never leaving the tips of her cheeks. With the pink lips and dough eyes that drove him absolutely mad, she breathed, “I need your big cock inside me, daddy.” 

They both wrestled to tear off whatever pieces of clothing posed as a barrier to their bodies finally connecting. With shaky fingers, Ivy undid FP’s belt and zipper and pushed his briefs and jeans down his thighs as far as her strength could muster. FP wasted no time in yanking off the leggings that showed her ass off extremely well and sliding the lacy pink panties down her long legs. 

“Leave the jacket on,” (Y/N) ordered, earning a smirk from FP. 

Reaching into side table drawer, he plucked a foil packet from the box before (Y/N) snatched it. Unable to wait any longer, she ripped the packet with her teeth and slid it on his thick, big member. FP pulled her close for one last kiss before sliding his length into her dripping heat. (Y/N) yelped, pleasure kicking into her senses as she could only concentrate on the man above her. Her nails scratched up and down his back and punctured his shoulders as she gasped for air. FP wasted no time in fucking her relentlessly as he hooked one hand on the back of her knee and the other to fist her hair. Every whine that passed through her lips was killing him. 

“You’re so tight around my cock, baby. Are you going to cum? Are you going to come all over my big cock, baby?” He asked her, concentrating on his hips to deliver deep, hard thrusts. 

“Yes, yeah,” she gasped, scrambling for words. With each thrust her eyes screwed shut tighter as her mouth fell open wider. She screamed, “I need it, daddy. Give it to me!” 

His hand left her leg and ghosted around the circumference of her hickey-bruised neck, asking for permission. After receiving an eager nod, FP closed his hand around the skin of her throat. The lips he loved so much curved into a pleasure-filled smile as he applied more and more pressure, careful not to cut off her air. Their eyes remained locked on each other’s as FP continued to fuck into (Y/N) mercilessly. He wanted to take every part of her, inch by inch, and make her his. And (Y/N) would let him. 

“Right there, oh my god,” she gasped, mouth falling open, reaching for his shirt to grab. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” 

“You’re so, so good for me, baby…” he moaned. 

It was those words that caused the burning sensation in her low stomach to build, and build, and build until she couldn’t handle it anymore. She shoved her face into the crook of his neck as her legs trembled in pleasure. (Y/N) groaned into his skin, her climax taking control over her limbs and washing over her. Her tightening muscles caused FP’s thrusts to become sloppy as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He unleashed his grip from around her neck, peppered kisses to the side of her jaw, and ground his hips into hers softly until he felt himself spill into the condom. His muscles shuddered at the feeling before he collapsed on top of (Y/N), the sweet smell of her shampoo the first thing to greet his senses. 

“Mmmm,” (Y/N) hummed as she began to come down from her high. 

“Wow,” FP breathed. “That… That was…” 

“Amazing,” she spoke, a tired smile tugging at her lips as her eyes drifted closed. 

“You’re amazing,” he mumbled against her skin, leaving one last kiss on collarbone. 

Getting up, he went to the bathroom to discard the condom and tug on a fresh pair of briefs. Coming back into living room, (Y/N) was curled up on her side, sleeping soundly. FP smiled to himself as he helped her put her clothes back on. Once she was dressed, he sat down and pulled her up to rest on his shoulder. (Y/N) hummed in approval as FP wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. For the first time in a long time, both of them felt peace. 

Birthday Wish

FP Jones II/Reader (legal age)

Rating: Explicit 

Word count: 3,326

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, possessive behavior. 

Notes: ITS DONE FINALLY. I’ve been so easily distracted lately that it’s made writing this fic all but impossible, but I’m finally happy enough with it to post it. I’ve been binging Riverdale but I haven’t read much FP smut that I’ve liked so I had to rectify that fact. 

This is a reader insert but it’s written in first person. The narrator is never mentioned by name or described physically so you can picture yourself.  

Thank you for reading, I love and appreciate all feedback. Send me requests! 

Loud thumping bass drums from large speakers vibrated the walls of the Whyte Wyrm. It was particularly crowded that Saturday night. Every Serpent not behind bars or on house arrest was at the bar. Tonight was FP’s birthday; no one dared to miss the party. Not only because FP was the leader of the Serpents, but because we threw damn good parties, and Serpents liked to party.

I leaned against the bar sipping my beer while I watched a game of pool between two of the younger members. Jughead and Sweet Pea had entertaining enough banter to keep my attention for the length of one beer. FP stood at the bar with me, coaching his son through the game. He only seemed to make the boy annoyed with his comments, but it was amused annoyance. Not the snotty embarrassment seen in most teenagers when around their parents.

“So how’s the night been treating you FP?” I asked, turning my head to look at him. He looked back at me with a grin on his face.

“Honestly I couldn’t be happier. I’m not in jail, I’m surrounded by people who love me, my son is having a great game of pool.” Jughead shot him a death glare at the words when he missed a shot and ended up sinking the queue ball. FP and I both laughed at the perfect timing, only furthering his son’s frustrations.

Before my drink was even close to being finished the bartender put a cocktail next to me. It was bright blue and had a mini umbrella in it.

“Compliments from the gentleman down the bar,” he told me gesturing to a young man at the end of the bar. He was good looking, maybe mid twenties, close to my age. He had a well trimmed beard and the sleeves of his flannel were rolled up to show muscular arms covered in tattoos. Unlike myself and FP he was not wearing a leather Serpent jacket. I picked up the drink, nodded a thanks to him and took a sip. It was sweet and tasted like too much rum; which I didn’t mind.

“That’s the third drink I’ve seen someone buy for you tonight,” FP stated with a sharp edge to his voice as he watched me chug the sweet cocktail. I belched unladylike as I slammed the glass on the table.

“Fourth actually, not that I drank them all. But I guarantee you it won’t be the last,” I told him with a confident smirk. He raised his eyebrow at me; the expression on his face saying, ‘oh really?’.

“Guarantee huh? You sure are confident in yourself,” he teased as he looked me up and down. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes visibly darken. I wasn’t wearing the sluttiest outfit in the room, but my skirt fell to barely below my ass and I couldn’t look down without getting a face full of cleavage.

“Don’t need confidence, facts are facts, FP,” I replied. My heart skipped a beat as he continued to check me out.

“You know what fact I don’t take too kindly?” He asked leaning towards me. I raised my eyebrows in question. “I’m not too happy about you getting all the attention and free drinks at my birthday party,” he stated taking a pull from his beer.

“Why FP, are you jealous?” I asked with a false mocking tone. We were now facing each other instead of being side to side to watch the pool game. I hadn’t noticed how close we had become, but now FP was practically towering over me. The dark look in his eyes had a glint of flirtiness to it. He took a lock of my hair in his hand and began idly playing with it. I couldn’t even feel him touch me and it still sent a shock through me.

“Of course I’m jealous, it’s my birthday. I should be the only guy making moves on the prettiest girl at the party,” he said with a smirk on his face. My heart skipped and my stomach fluttered. Criminal degenerate he may be, it did not take away an ounce of FP’s charm.

Ever the master of witty replies I blurted out, “did you say prettiest?” The smile on my face was shameless as my vanity showed. FP laughed and shook his head.

“Dammit, I should have known better than to stroke your ego,” he said continuing to play with my hair. We were both moving closer to each other, I almost strained my neck looking up at him he was so much taller than me.

“No don’t stop, maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll stroke something of yours,” I flirted back. He sucked in a sharp breath, a myriad of unclean thoughts dancing through his mind.

“I shouldn’t have to get lucky on my birthday. I should just be able to blow out my candles and make a wish right?” His eyes smoldered into mine as he spoke his next words, “If I told you my wish was to fuck you tonight would that make it not come true?”

My mouth became dry; the fluttering in my stomach was unbearable and I felt my face heat up. I forced myself to ignore the embarrassment and focus on flirty. Standing on my tip toes I pressed a kiss to FP cheek; his stubble scratching my lips pleasantly.

“Try it and find out,” I told the older man before grabbing my half drank beer and turning from the bar. I made sure he was watching as I walked away. I turned my head to shoot him a wink and the look on FP’s face was one of pure lustful need. 

As the night went on I was approached by a few more men. Each offered to buy me a drink or asked me to dance. I accepted a few of the drinks but I was in no mood to have a stranger grind up on me. I decided to slip outside for a few minutes to have a smoke and found the attractive man who bought me the blue drink from earlier. I saw his lips smile around the cigarette he was lighting. He took a long pull from it before offering his lighter to me. I accepted it wordlessly as I pulled a pack of smokes out my leather jacket.

“You downed my drink pretty fast, picture me a little disappointed when you didn’t come talk to me afterwards,” he said with a fake teasing pout.

“I’m never one to turn down a blue beverage,” I replied as I lit my own cigarette, “I’m here with you now though, so don’t be too disappointed.” I handed the lighter to him. The attractive man made a point to caress my hand as he took back his lighter. It definitely made my skin tingle but it didn’t give me the same bone deep excitement that I felt around FP. Every time I spoke to the leader of the Serpents it felt like my entire body was on edge. He gave me goosebumps with his words and my stomach was in a constant state of chaos. This gentleman, as attractive as he was may have been fun to flirt with, but he was no FP.

“Not disappointed no, far from it,” he told me taking a step closer. He gave me the same dark eyed look of desire that I had seen on FP and so many men before him. I decided to entertain him for the length of a cigarette and we chatted for a bit. Like FP said I enjoyed the attention and what it did for my ego.

By the time I finished my first cigarette my craving hadn’t subsided so I pulled another one out of the pack. I placed it gingerly between my lips and before I could even pull out my lighter he had his out and was lighting my cigarette for me. He was a bit too close for my liking at this point, but as my own personal saving grace FP exited the bar; his own cigarettes in hand. The look on his face was actual anger when he took in the intimate scene.

“You again,” the Serpent growled under his breath, “hey buddy who invited you to this party? Cause this is a private event and I don’t recognize you.” FP squared his shoulders as he approached the other man. Attractive guy, who’s name I never bothered to learn, was a bit taller than FP and his shoulders were broader. The two did the stereotypical stare down of each other as they puffed out their chests. I rolled my eyes at the display of macho testosterone.

“It’s a bar, I came to have some drinks. There’s no sign saying I can’t go in and no one stopped me when I got here. You’re the only one with a problem old man,” he sneered down at FP.

“Ooo bad move,” I hissed as the leader of the Serpents grew even more angry.

“Number one, this is the Southside Serpent’s bar and you’re not a fucking Serpent. Second, this is my fucking party, so if I have a problem with you it doesn’t matter if no one else does. If I want you to leave, you’re gonna leave. Be it in a car or a body bag, that’s your choice,” FP’s voice was calm as he threatened the younger man, but there was an undoubtable certainty in his words. He wasn’t bluffing, he never did.

The tension grew as the silence stretched. Attractive guy was clearly thinking over his next move. It seemed he was smarter than he looked because the man backed down. Putting his arms up in a placating gesture he began to back up.

“Fine, I’d hate to ruin your super special birthday party,” he mocked condescendingly. His eyes flicked towards me and he winked as he walked away, calling out, “catch you later gorgeous.”

“Probably not,” I said with a smile and a wave.

“Fucking douch bag,” FP grumbled as the man disappeared into the maze of cars and motorcycles. He looked back at me, his expression softer now that we were alone. His eyes flicked down to the lit cigarette between my lips, a trail of smoke flowing steadily from the cherry tip. He took it from my mouth, inhaling deeply to calm his nerves.

“Fucking Christ, you smoke menthol?” He asked scrunch up his nose and handing it back to me. I laughed taking a drag.

“I like the tingle on my lips,” I told him, “thanks for kicking that guy out, he was getting a little too close for comfort.”

FP then moved in closer than he already was, placing his arm on the wall next to my head. He leaned in forcing me to press myself up against the wall. My heart skipped as he trapped me in with his body. The scent of his cologne mixed intoxicatingly with the leather of his jacket. This close I could see how blown out his pupils were as he looked down at me.

“Like I said, I’m tired of competing for your attention at my own party” he growled, unable to hide the possessiveness in his voice. I was almost ashamed at the sheer guttural reaction his words had to my body. I felt arousal shoot straight through my core as he cupped my cheek. “You said he was too close, is this too close?” FP asked his eyes not even meeting mine, but instead fixated on my lips.

“You’re never too close, FP,” I breathed out, not realizing I had been holding my breath. FP didn’t hesitate, without another word he pressed our lips together. I could feel my body throb with need as he claimed me as his own. Passion and possession evident in his body language. The way his arms wrapped around my waist and clutched me to him sent shivers through my body. I was breathless by the time he broke the kiss, my chest heaving.

“The night is still young, but I’m gonna come find you at the end of the party. I’ll give you a ride home. Sound good?” He asked with a soft smile. I had walked here since I didn’t live far and planned on drinking, so a ride sounded great.

My own smile spread across my lips as I answered, “looking forward to it.”

The purring engine of FP’s bike died down as we pulled into my driveway. I lived in a small one story house on Rose Lane that I inherited from my grandmother when she passed. FP followed close behind me as we walked up the porch; I could feel his hungry eyes watch the sway of my hips. The soft breeze blowing my skirt up enough to be indecent. I was bound so tight with need that my hands were shaking and I could barely unlock my front door.

As we entered my small home I flicked on the lights, grateful that I had cleaned up before going out. I had hoped to get lucky tonight, I just didn’t know how lucky. I mean FP Jones? He had caught my eye on more than one occasion, but he was married the entire time I knew him. Even after his wife left him and they separated I still never made a move because he was almost twice my age, not to mention grieving. However, my patience seemed to have worked in my favor because here he was in my living room.

I turned to FP, looking up at him through dark lashes. We didn’t pounce on each other in the overwhelming desire that movies so liked to depict. Instead I felt his predatory gaze on me once again, calculating where he wanted the rest of the evening to go.

“I know we were just at a bar, but can I offer you anything to eat or drink?” I asked, doing my best to be a good host. A grin grew across his face as he toyed with the hem of my skirt.

“I can think of something I’m hungry for,” his husky voice murmured into my ear. My entire face had to be red and I laughed softly to cover up how much he turned me on.

“Damn, I fed you that line perfectly,” I said as I felt his arms wrap around my waist. FP pulled my body flush to his chest and I could feel the strong lean muscle under his shirt. He dipped his head down to capture my lips in a scorching kiss. I let myself get manhandled as the kiss deepened. FP relocated us to the couch, I sat straddling his lap. From our position it was impossible not to feel his jean clad erection press against my sheer panties.

Our bodies writhed in sync with one another as FP began kissing down my throat. His lips scorched my skin with fever hot need. Soft moans of pleasure filling the room around us. Desperation finally set in as we began to tear at each other’s clothing. We both shed or skins, two Serpent jackets discarded on the floor, quickly being covered with other garments. I savored the warmth of FP’s body everywhere it met my own. Our contact no longer marred by pesky clothes.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night, you have no idea what you do to me,” FP told me through peppered kisses along my neck and collar bone.

“I think I have a idea,” I replied with a cheeky grin as I circled my hips, grinding myself against his erection. FP’s head fell back as his hips raised to meet mine, his brow furrowed and a soft curse left his lips. Strong hands gripped my ass, now controlling the pace in which we dry humped each other. He moved so slowly, savoring the long languid strokes of his cock between my folds.

FP groaned as his length brushed against my clit. I let out a loud moan at the sensation and rolled my hips to repeat the motion. He cursed again, pulling me tighter to him. Our lips met in a harsh kiss, two bodies desperately grinding against each other for any sensation. I saw stars when I felt the head of FP’s cock press into me, just barely. My body was empty and aching for the leader of the Serpents.

“Fuck, I feel like a fucking teenager again,” he stopped my hips so we sat still, “I’m not even inside you and I feel like I’m about to cum,” FP sighed, his chest heaving. I sat back on his thighs, looking down to admire him in such a vulnerable state. His cock lay hard and long against his stomach, pre cum beading at the tip. I could see it visibly throbbing, only making me yearn for him more.

FP was a very lean man, but he had solid muscle to fill out his frame. Years of working on the wrong side of the tracks made it necessary to keep in shape. Despite the impressive beard he could grow after neglecting his razor for a few days, FP had little body hair. Save for the trail of hair that ran from his belly button to a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair.

“The question is, should I be flattered or disappointed?” I teased.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, I wont disappoint you. I’d hate to have my favorite Serpent going around thinking her leader is some kind of two pump chump,” he chuckled, massaging small circles into my waist. My stomach flipped when he said ‘favorite’. He knew I loved to have my ego stroked, but favorite? I couldn’t help but press the issue.

“Shouldn’t Jughead be your favorite? Or maybe someone who’s been a member for longer than I have?” I asked trying to hide the smile in my voice.

“Never wanted him to be a Serpent, and the senior members are just that, seniors. They’re too stuck in the old ways,” FP pulled me into a sensual kiss then. Sucking on my bottom lip as he cupped my cheek. A new wave of arousal washed through me, settling in my stomach as a bonfire of burning need. “Its why I got so jealous earlier,” he murmured.

Remembering the altercation from earlier seemed to rouse something in FP. The jealousy and possessiveness returned to his eyes as he looked at me. Suddenly we were standing. My house wasn’t big by any means and I never shut doors so FP easily found my bedroom. He didn’t toss me down on the bed, but instead gently draped me across my comforter. His motions were slow and deliberate now instead of our frantic desperation from earlier. He only laid me half on the bed, my legs hanging off the side so he could easily place himself between them.

FP wrapped my legs around his waist as his dark gaze swallowed me whole. The bonfire inside me growing to an uncontrollable inferno from his expression. I’d never had anyone look at me with such unhindered desire. His eyes flicked from mine down to the Serpent tattoo on my left hip. He stroked it tenderly sending a shudder through my body.

“This tattoo means you’re a Serpent,” he said in a low voice, “and you guys call me the King, right?” He asked. I nodded, unable to find my voice. “That means you’re mine.” FP stated with a husky voice. As he spoke he adjusted his cock to align with my entrance one again.

I was ready to snap back at his claim of ownership. Stubborn indignation flashed in me before I looked at FP. The expression on his face was one of unquestionable authority. Every ounce of fight in me melted away at that look. FP was the leader of the Serpents; he fought for our people and kept us safe. He did his best to keep us out of trouble, or at least keep the trouble to a minimum. FP Jones was a shining example of how Serpents should be, and if he wanted me he could have me.

“Yours,” I moaned my ascent as FP slowly sunk into my center. He took his time making sure I felt every inch as he stretched me open. The painful burning of need that had been torturing me was beginning to fade, replaced by intoxicating fullness.

“Good girl,” he hummed his admiration as he leaned forward covering my body with his own. I didn’t think it was possible but he pushed in painfully deeper. I wasn’t able to conceal the grimace on my face.

“Too big for you, sweetheart?” He asked smugly. I easily ignored my instinct to sass him and make a sarcastic comment; instead submitting to his display of dominance.

“Biggest,” I replied, my voice clipped short from the discomfort. That seemed to be the right answer because I felt more than heard a pleased growl deep from FP’s chest. He kissed along the side of my neck as he finally began to pull out and move inside me. His thrusts were shallow to start, but as he felt the tension leave my body he didn’t feel the need to be so gentle. I let my head fall back against the mattress, losing myself in the moment.

Sounds of pleasure mixed with the soft smacking of skin against skin. I couldn’t focus on anything but the incredible man above me and the overwhelming sensations he was causing. I let FP ravage my body, biting and scratching every bit of exposed flesh. He sucked at my collarbone, taking the time to chose a spot that would be easily noticed.

“I want everyone to know what happened tonight,” FP grunted through thrusts, “people are gonna know you’re mine now, baby.” Instead of giving me the chance to reply he pulled out then adjusted our position, no longer laying half off the bed. He then snatched one of my thousands of pillows and slipped it underneath my hips for support. FP rubbed the head of his cock on my clit for a brief euphoric moment before sinking back into my welcoming heat.

“Holy shit,” I gasped at the new angle. The forward tilt of my hips fixed my discomfort from before and sent new sensations coursing through every nerve. I didn’t stand a chance once he started moving. Every thought I tried to form became an incoherent plead for more.

“Look at you falling apart, fucking Christ that’s hot,” FP sighed as he pushed himself up to look down at me. I had to be a sight because FP was suddenly overcome with lust. I felt his cock twitch inside me and actually saw his pupils dilate. His pace increased, fucking into me with relentless fervor.

I couldn’t help the string of curses that poured from my lips. Truthfully I don’t know if I was actually forming words or just moaning incessantly. The burning need had been growing inside me, building up the pleasure until I couldn’t hold it in anymore. As I came my orgasm didn’t explode through my body in screaming passion. Instead it rolled through my every cell in waves; flowing down my limbs, numbing toes and fingers alike.

“That’s my girl,” FP cooed into my ear, his stubble tickling my cheek, “you look so good coming with my cock inside you; fuck I’m close,” he moaned, barely whispering the last part. FP’s body switched into autopilot, his hips losing any sense of rhythm. He quickly chased his release, pounding into me with short, shallow thrusts.

I felt his hips stutter before FP cursed and quickly pulled out. His back arched as he pumped his still glistening cock, hot ropes of cum covering my stomach and chest. I watched him with admiration; FP looked breathtaking as he lost himself to the moment of release. He caught me staring when he came down from the high; an almost shy smile crept up on his face. We were silent for a few minutes, both of us just basking in the post orgasm bliss.

FP broke the silence, tapping my legs so they were no longer wrapped around his waist. He rolled to lay limply at my side, facing me. I turned my head to look at FP, sweat making strands of hair stick to his forehead. The usual dark circles around his eyes were darker now and he was clearly as exhausted as I was. I wanted to curl right up and go to bed, but he had made a mess of my torso and I needed to clean up first.

“Care to join me for a shower? You’re free to leave or stay the night afterwards, birthday boy’s choice,” I called out as I walked to my bathroom, praying he didn’t hear the nervous hope in my voice. I didn’t know if tonight was a one night stand or if he wanted to pursue things further, but I wanted to leave the option open for him. The possessiveness he displayed tonight told me one thing, but dirty talk tended to get carried away and I’m never one to make assumptions. I felt anxiety coarse through me then, awaiting the impending rejection.

I turned on the water in the shower, letting it warm up before getting in. Before it even had time to steam up FP joined me in the bathroom. He leaned against the door frame with a flirty grin on his face, admiring my nude form openly.

“So what do you like for breakfast? Cause I’m not leaving, sweetheart,” FP took a step forward, pulling me into a rough kiss, “I told you, you’re mine.”

His Lolita - FP Jones Imagine (Smut)

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Requested by @babygirlgelxx

‘Fp Jones and Fred Andrews older daughter smut? thanks babe 💕’

Y/N Andrews returns to Riverdale as a college graduate to spend time with her father and brother until she figures where exactly her art degree can take her… but spending time with her father isn’t exactly what she gets up to.

A/N: My first writing post in just over a month, I am so sorry about how long it has been but life got in the way and in all honesty, I just kinda lost inspiration. I’m slowly but surely getting back into writing, I hope you like this. I tried writing from a new perspective… It’s not a permanent change but I wanted to try something different :) But hey, I’m back! Hope you’re all well! X

Also, this completely goes against my initial plan of writing shorter imagines/blurbs to free up my inbox, I got a bit carried away with the concept. FP x Andrews!Daughter is one of my favourites.

It also has quite a long narrative before the smut :P Like I said, I got a bit carried away.

Warnings: Strong language, NSFW (probably my most length and descriptive smut to date)… I wanted to come back with a bang… literally.

Also, it’s 5:25am when I’m posting this and I haven’t proof read it so sorry if there are any mistakes, I will check it after I’ve slept😋💕

Word Count: 4.8k

FP Jones taglist: @thelastgalacticcat

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An overwhelming rush of dread flourished through her veins as the coach that she had spent an uncomfortable few hours on stopped outside the familiar sights of the Riverdale bus station, one that she hadn’t laid eyes on since she departed from it in the other direction just under four years ago. Her chest deflated as she released a large sigh, an uneasy feeling coming over her as she stepped out of the vehicle, walking to the side of the bus to retrieve her case, dragging it behind her as she walked through the building to the front where she was engulfed in a familiar embrace, one that she had missed the past four years.

“Hey dad” She let her head fall against his chest, loosening her grip on the suitcase handle before returning the hug. His musky cologne making her feel more at home, along with a gentle kiss on the head from the father she’d so dearly missed.

“God I’ve missed you, how was Chicago?” He smiled as he pulled away, picking up her suitcase with ease as he led the way to his truck, placing the case in the back before making his way to the driver’s seat. “It was great, glad to be back in Riverdale though… back to small town life”. She never quite was a city girl. A laugh left his mouth as she got into the car before the roar of the engine sounded as they began the journey back to the home she hadn’t seen for a very long time.

The short journey home consisted of many stories that the two had been dying to share, Fred taking a keen interest in his daughter’s many, many dramatic college stories; he surely was a gossip junkie at heart. He also took the time to fill her in on what she had missed, with her being particularly intrigued by the fact that FP Jones had been in prison. She’d always had a soft spot for the patriarch of the Jones family, especially since her involvement with the Serpents for two years before she left; a connection that turned out being one of the reasons why her father encouraged her move to Chicago, although he covered it as ‘an excuse to spend time with her mother’.

She worried for him, especially since before her move from Riverdale she’d first-hand witnessed his downward spiral into loneliness and alcoholism – stemmed from the abandonment from his wife and daughter, and the resulting dissolution of his relationship with Jughead. Of course, they never had the closest relationship, she was just a child to him, but there was always some sort of psychological connection that bought them together. Probably just on her part, he infatuated her, but more than you’d expect for your typical teenage crush.

“But he’s out now?” The warmth of her father’s voice bought her back to the reality that she was unaware she’d slipped from, the image of FP’s broken figure disappearing from her mind, an almost emptiness appearing in her chest, but she dismissed it before she overthought her feelings.

“What was that? Sorry… was in a world of my own then” She let out a nervous chuckle, an attempt to ease her father’s nerves that were made clear by the worried expression that had appeared on his face as his daughter jumped at his words beside him. “You sure were huh?” Although the worry was still evident in his voice, he let the corners of his lips life into a slight smile, shaking his head at his daughter’s wild imagination, letting his own imagination reminisce about her childhood when he would bask in her crazy thoughts, running around the living room on an imaginary horse, her own knight in shining armour. “FP. He’s out of prison”.

She only hummed in return, turning her attention back to the road ahead of her, saying the names of her neighbours in her mind before her body jolted slightly as the truck pulled onto the driveway of the home where she had spent the first 18 years of her life, where she had returned to stay until she figures where her art degree can take her. Her gaze shifted to the front door as his slowly opened, revealing her redheaded brother with a grin that matched her own.

Running as fast as her feet could carry her, she ran towards him, her arms opening wide to engulf him in a hug, only to end up moving them to steady herself when she tripped up the top step onto the patio, a laugh leaving her lips as she moved to hug him.

“Who are you and what have you done with my dorky little brother?” Her chin that once comfortably rested on his head now pressed against her chest as she looked up at him before reaching up to ruffle his hair, only to retract her hand quickly due to the clear overuse of gels and whatever other styling products he’d used.

“I changed a bit”. Archie couldn’t help but shake his head and release a chuckle at his sister’s reaction, knowing full well she hadn’t changed in the 4 years she’d lived in Chicago, if anything she seemed younger but that was probably his naivety of his own growth taking over. She mumbled a “you sure have” before lightly punching his newly developed bicep as she stepped into the house, following her dad as he carried her suitcase up into her old bedroom.

“I’ll let you get settled, was just thinking of going to Pop’s for dinner? He’s been dying to see you” Smiling, she nodded at him before taking a few steps, turning around and scanning her room… a content feeling appearing as she noticed all of the small quirks of the room, none of which had changed since she left the room behind years ago. Sure, she’d been back when she visited, but she’d never allowed herself to get too comfortable knowing that she’d be leaving after just a few days. The cream paint was still chipped from the wall, remnants from the days where she’d let herself get too stressed out from her final exams. The stuffed animals from her childhood remained lined up on the shelf above her bed. Her childish floral sheets still covered her duvet… they would have to change at some point but at that moment, she couldn’t resist.

Letting her inner child be released, she broke into a mini sprint, diving onto the bed, burying her face in the mass of pillows. She let her body become taken over by a deep slumber as she felt the warmth of her childhood bed take over her body.

*****

Unbeknown to her, hours had passed by the time she was awoken by the sound of a fist gently knocking against the wood of her bedroom door, following by a light squeaking sound from the hinges that hadn’t been used in so long.

“Hey hun, it’ll just be the two of us at Pop’s tonight. Archie went to Veronica’s house”. She was slightly disappointed, but she would never miss a chance to dine at Pop’s… it had been 4 years after all. Letting out a groan, she extended her arms, stretching before kicking her legs off of the bed and standing up straight.

*****

She smiled as the bell chimed above the door at Pop’s, her hunger increasing significantly as she was welcomed by the smell of the iconic Pop’s cuisine but before she could take in the rest of her surroundings, she was engulfed into a hug by the man himself, Mr Pop Tate.

“Welcome back to Riverdale! Hope your order hasn’t changed because I got FP to put your usual on my tab for you”. A warm smile was sent her way and she very gratefully returned it. “You remembered it”. She laughed out, her heart increasing slightly at the sound of his name. “How could I forget, you were here almost everyday after school for it. 5:30pm on the dot”.

As she reminisced about her school days, she turned her attention to the man behind the counter, a sudden warmth rushing through her body as he entered her sights for the first time in four years. He looked good, his beard had been trimmed, less shaggy than she’d remembered. The bags had disappeared from under his eyes and there seemed to even be a slight smile on his face as he worked, scrubbing away at some stubborn dirt on the surface. It’s been four years since she’d seen him, but she couldn’t remember a time where she had ever seen him smile, it suited him.

It was as if his sixth sense felt her gaze burning into his skin as he tilted his head up, meeting her eyes with his own; a smirk appearing on his face as she turned away, her cheeks glowing a gorgeous shade of red. She hoped that he hadn’t noticed her stare, but he sure did, a sly shake of his head confirming this as his shoulders jolted with a laugh, but his eyesight didn’t shift. His eyes roamed his body, scanning up and down as he thought of how much a beautiful woman she had grown into.

*****

Wiping her mouth with a napkin, she fell back into the diner seat, a huge breath leaving her body as she rested her hands on her stomach, prodding at her ‘food baby’, a series of childlike giggles leaving her mouth. She smiled up at her dad as he finished eating his own meal before her view was restricted by an arm clothed in a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Her eyes travelled up the arm until she got lost in a pair of eyes, dark and seemingly filled with lust. He smiled down at her, to which she returned one; her heart filling with warmth from the emotional contact.

“Back in Riverdale then” His husky voice sent a rush through her veins, she felt her cheeks heating up once again just like they had done just about an hour before, she just nodded quickly humming in response, her eyes widening as she found herself lost for words. “Well, welcome back!” She mumbled a quick thanks to him as he took the plates from the table before turning away and disappearing into the kitchen… she took this opportunity to sneak a peek at his derriere, shifting in her seat as the material of his trousers became tight around his ass as he walked.

She turned her attention back to her dad, a concerned look on his face having just watched his daughter checking out his former friend but he dismissed it, she was an adult after all and was allowed to have wandering eyes. He was about to speak but was interrupted by his phone ringing out, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw that it was his son that was calling him. He excused himself and stood up from his chair, stepping outside with his phone pressed to his ear.

She watched him out the window as he paced back and forth between the parked cars at the front of the diner until she felt her right side sink slightly, a weight nudging against her shoulder and the sound of a heavy glass against the table surface. Turning her head, she noticed that FP had sat next to her, once again her mouth becoming dry and her ability to speak being sucked from her body.

“So, Y/N, you’re back”. The corner of his lip curled up into a smirk and she had to turn away to try to try to avoid her cheeks from burning up once more… but they did. “It’s been a while”, she turned to smile at him, her eyes scanning his face, her stare lingering slightly too long on his lips that looked to tempting to her at that moment.

She shook her head, shaking away the series of dirty thoughts that had entered her mind before nodding, swallowing and taking this opportunity to speak. “Yep, it sure has”. He didn’t reply straight away, this time letting his eyes linger over her lips. He shouldn’t be having the thoughts that he was, but he couldn’t help it, she looked to tempting to him… he wanted to take her right there.

The silence was comfortable, unusual for two people who hadn’t seen each other in over four years, two people who had never really interacted before. But it just felt right. He nodded his head towards the milkshake that he had bought for her, stating that Pop had said it was her favourite flavour before reaching over to push it closer to the edge where she was sat. She felt for it with her hand, maintaining eye contact with the older man as she bought the straw to her lips, wrapping her mouth around it as she drank the thick liquid, the cold sensation of it in her throat sending a shiver down her spine as all of her emotions and senses were intensified by his stare.

Their stare was broken by the sound of her father clearing his throat behind FP, his phone no longer against his ear but now clenched in his fist. “We’ve gotta head back, Archie’s forgot his key”. She has to admit she was saddened to hear this, having become intrigued with how his eyes refused to leave her body, she wanted to see how far this could go.

“Oh Fred, she hasn’t finished her milkshake yet. You go, I’ll give her a ride back later when I’m finished… as long as she’s ok with waiting”. His eyes left her for a second to look at the man who he’d grown up with, the man whose daughter he was falling more and more attracted to. She smiled slightly, nodding her head before raising the milkshake in her hand. “If that’s ok dad, I’ve only just started it”. Fred was hesitant but all he could do was agree, she was 22-years-old, he couldn’t really be the demanding father in this situation, so he just nodded and left, FP watching him get into his car and driving off before his attention shifted back to the young woman in front of him, only to be greeted by the sight of his drinking her milkshake once more.

Not many words were spoken between the two, other than a few sentences shared about her college life and quite contrastingly, his life in prison. It was safe to say that their words were said in flirtatious tones, their physical contact increasing as she shifted closer to his side, and his hand rested on her thigh. The contact caused the couple to grow in arousal, their lust for each other growing, the heat in his crotch only increasing each time he watched her lips wrap around the straw, disappointment taking over as she reached the bottom of the glass.

*****

He was allowed to leave his shift a few hours early by Pop, who had voiced his worry for the new graduate who ‘must be terribly tired after a long day of travelling back to Riverdale’, insisting that FP take her home early… but that is in no way what he had planned to do, and in no way what she herself wanted to happen. He disappeared from her side for a few moments as he moved into the back of the diner to get his signature leather jacket and to remove the apron from around his waist before returning to her side, his hand resting on the small of her back as he led her from the diner, a tingling sensation rushing through her body as she felt the contact. This didn’t go unnoticed by FP, causing his temptations to get the best of him as he decided to test his limits, letting his hand move further around her waist and his grip to tighten, her body being pulled closer to his side as she rested her head on his shoulder as they approached his motorcycle. Moving his arm, he got his keys from his jacket pocket, lifting the seat of the motorcycle and pulling out his own helmet and one for Y/N to wear on the journey home.

He helped her to secure the helmet around her head before doing his own and mounting the bike, holding his hand out to help her on before guiding her hands around his waist. He kicked the bike stand up and turned the key, her body jolting against him as the engine started, a giggle leaving her lips as she fell to rest her head on his back as they moved away from the diner.

She didn’t want to go straight home, and unfortunately the direction in which he had travelled so far was going against her desires, so she decided to turn to good old teasing to get her own way. She would be lying if she said that there hadn’t been a wetness present in her underwear from the moment she first laid her eyes on FP when she first entered Pop’s over three hours ago. The vibrations from the motorbike against her heat definitely weren’t helping so she tried to bring some relief to herself by rocking her hips against the bike, quiet moans in her throat that she refused to vocalise to avoid any embarrassment if FP didn’t actually want this to escalate… even though she was 99% sure that he did… and oh, was she right.

He helped her to secure the helmet around her head before doing his own and mounting the bike, holding his hand out to help her on before guiding her hands around his waist. He kicked the bike stand up and turned the key, her body jolting against him as the engine started, a giggle leaving her lips as she fell to rest her head on his back as they moved away from the diner.

She didn’t want to go straight home, and unfortunately the direction in which he had travelled so far was going against her desires, so she decided to turn to good old teasing to get her own way. She would be lying if she said that there hadn’t been a wetness present in her underwear from the moment she first laid her eyes on FP when she first entered Pop’s over three hours ago. The vibrations from the motorbike against her heat definitely weren’t helping so she tried to bring some relief to herself by rocking her hips against the bike, quiet moans in her throat that she refused to vocalise to avoid any embarrassment if FP didn’t actually want this to escalate… even though she was 99% sure that he did… and oh, was she right.

He felt her rocking behind him, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he glanced into the side mirror of his bike, noticing how her eyes were closed as she moved. Taking the opportunity of a red light and no cars around the two, he took her hand in his, moving it down towards his crotch before revving the engine as the light turned green. His desires having been confirmed, she continued to move her hand down to his crotch, palming his hardening length through his trousers as grunts left his lips, a smile of satisfaction appearing on her face.

She continued to palm him until she felt him twitch and shift uncontrollably beneath her touch so to avoid paining him with overstimulation, she decided to change her tactics. Removing her hand from his manhood, she reached up to undo her helmet, removing it from her head before bucking it once more and letting it hang from her arm that she returned it to his waist. Pushing herself up on the foot rests, she connected her lips to the exposed skin of his neck, biting and sucking at his skin to ensure that she left marks, marking her newfound territory. He couldn’t help but dissolve to her touch, straining his eyes as he fought against his intuitions to concentrate on the road ahead of him, but he couldn’t allow himself to drop her home before he got her back for the teasing that she had pained him with.

Taking her by surprise, he grabbed onto her wrist, forcing her to tighten her grip around his waist as he turned sharply in the road, driving quickly away from the approaching northside of town and moving towards his home in the southside. It was in this moment that she was more thankful for Pop allowing FP to finish work early, meaning that they had hours to share together before her father would have been expecting her home.

*****

Having dismissed every single enforced speed limit, the two arrived at his trailer in no time. It was engulfed in darkness, dismissing her worries of Jughead being home and interrupting whatever the night held for the promiscuous couple. The engine turned off beneath her before FP shifted around her to get off of the bike, throwing their helmets onto the floor before picking her up bridal style causing her to erupt in laughter as she held on by wrapping her arms around his neck.

He broke into an almost power walk as he approached the front door, he struggled with his keys as he unlocked the door, kicking it open as soon as the clicking noise confirmed that he’d unlocked it. Kicking the door closed behind them, he rushed through the trailer towards his bedroom, throwing her onto the bed before standing over her, ridding himself of his jacket as he moved to climb onto the bed, stopping as he was hovering over her small figure. He moved his head down to kiss her neck, decorating her neck with marks similar to the ones that she had left on his.

She couldn’t help but struggle underneath him, eager to take dominance in the situation but with how frustrated she had made him, there was no way he was letting her take control again.

For the first time that night, their lips connected, a competition for domination broke out between the two for a while until their tongues glided over each other in her mouth, moans being shared between the couple. Her hands found their way to his head and she gripped onto his hair, pulling him closer trying to close the non-existent gap between them. He hovered over her, holding himself upright on one arm, before reaching down to grasp the hem of her t-shirt and ridding her body of it, his eyes widening and further darkening as he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her head flung back in pleasure as he began to suck on her nipple, massaging the other with his hand. Releasing her with a popping sound, he reconnected their lips, their kiss deepening with every movement as they undressed each other, before long she was left in only her underwear whilst he was only in his boxers, his hardened cock clear amongst the fabric.

In a sudden turn of events, she took dominance, shifting their bodies so that he was now beneath her. She lowered herself onto him, resting herself on his crotch, grinding her hips against him. Her hands pressed against his chest as the room was filled by the sound of their moans.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re a tease”. She sneered down at him, biting her lip in a seductive manner, sending another twitch to his cock underneath her, the sensation causing him to grip onto her waist, assisting her with her movements against his cock, the wetness from her pussy soaking through the fabric of her knickers and his boxers. His hands travelled down her body, his finger hooking onto the thin silk tugging at them showing his eagerness to remove them. She lifted herself from him, removing her underwear before pulling at his boxers, removing them from his body leaving the couple completely naked. Normally she’d feel vulnerable, but she couldn’t help but feel so comfortable in his presence.

Her eyes went straight to his cock, swallowing deep as she looked at his length. He felt big beneath her but oh wow did she underestimate his true length. “Like what you see?”, a grin on his face as he looked up at the woman above him. She nodded before tying her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, taking a hold of his length, she moved her hand up and down, smothering his cock with precum before moving her mouth to his tip, circling it with her tongue before taking him whole into her mouth, his body vibrating within her as he groaned. She moved her head up and down, taking as much of him into her mouth as possible, taking what couldn’t fit into her hand until she was forced to take it when he bucked his hips.

He could feel himself edging closer and closer to his climax, and she could sense this as his cock twitched against the back of her throat, and the fact that when she looked up at him through her eyelashes, he was never looking back at her, instead his head was buried within the pillow, thrown back in complete and utter bliss. His mouth hung open as a mixture of moans and curses left his lips before he couldn’t speak anymore, his approach to his climax evident.

After a few more bobs of her head, she felt the warm liquid being released from his tip and shooting down her throat, but she continued to move, helping relieve him from his high but also to keep him simulated as she was no where near done yet. Lifting her head up, she swallowed before wiping around her mouth.

“You’re incredible”. She mumbled a thank you before repositioning herself to be level with him, connecting their lips, allowing him to taste himself on her mouth. “But I’m not done with you yet”. He curses himself mentally for letting her take control, but he was weak to her touch. He did something to her that was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. The ecstasy that ran through his veins whenever he felt her against him was so intense, it was practically impossible for him to act against it other than to give in.

She rocked herself against his length once more, a paining sensation appearing in his crotch as his already hard length fought to become even harder, he was desperate to feel her around him and she could tell as she moved off of him, allowing his cock to stand up straight in all of its glory. It didn’t even cross her mind to think about protection, she was so lost in the moment, but thank god she’d took precautions in her teens to go onto the pill as well as getting the contraceptive implant. There was no way that the two of them could last any longer to take a break to find a condom.

Making herself comfortable with her knees either side of him, she took a hold of his cock, aligning it with her entrance before slowly lowering herself onto him. A slight twinge of pain appearing considering how long it’d been since she’d been intimate with someone, although it had never been anyone of his size, but any pain was overruled by pleasure. She clenched her walls around him and this drove him crazy, she was so tight, and he fucking loved it. Any slight movement she made, he could feel against his dick so when she moved further down to take his entire length inside of her, he had to resist the urge to buck his hips up to go as deep as he possible could.

She looked him in the eyes as she began to bounce on him, she could feel him in her stomach as she rode him. She knew she wouldn’t last long, no matter how hard she fought against her climax, it was always going to win… especially when he moved his hands from her waist to circle his fingers against her clit and to massage her breasts.

As she edged closer and closer to her climax, she fell against him, her head in the crook of his neck as she screamed in pleasure. He took this chance to add to her rhythm, placing his feet flat against his bed he pushed himself up and further into her, slamming roughly into her as she screamed and moaned into his neck, her lips biting against the marks that she had already left earlier.

“Fuck FP… harder” Her wish was his command, as the room was no longer only filled with their moans but also the harsh sound of their skin slapping against each other. The way the bedframe slammed against the thin trailer walls… the neighbours were sure to know what was going on, but they didn’t care. They were so lost in the moment, it was only the two of them in existence.

Her sight became clouded as she edged closer and closer to orgasm, she clenched around him, using all of the energy that she had left to match the fast pace that he was moving at. “I’m so close” They said in complete synchronisation, their words muffled amongst their throaty groans. With one final thrust they climaxed together, their breaths slowing down as they were relieved from the intense high. He didn’t remove himself from her though, his cock remained inside of her as she fell against his chest, the couple in a loving embrace.

They didn’t speak as they allowed themselves to catch their breath. She didn’t move, not wanting to lose the feeling of him inside of her. He stroked the back of her head as he turned to place a kiss on her temple. Such a simple action spoke a thousand words, this for sure wasn’t to be a one-time thing. They were in too deep, their infatuation something that would be impossible to resist.

That was intense.

Daddy Knows Best - FP Jones Oneshot

Summary: For what his son is lacking, FP Jones more than makes up for.

Characters: Jughead & Reader / FP Jones & Reader

Rating: 18+ (swearing and sex)

Tags: sex, oral (female), smut, swearing, slight daddy kink, inappropriate affair, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap your boyfriend’s dad), age gap, orgasms, lots and lots of orgasms

Jughead lifted his head off the pillow, glancing over your naked body at his alarm.

“Ah fuck, I gotta go,” he grunted, still out of breath from your morning’s activities. You were hoping to give him a second chance at what he’d started, but he never did finish it for you, so that was already wishful thinking on your part. You could hardly blame the guy, really, you had mastered faking it, and you felt bad for him if you didn’t.

“Right now?” You asked, watching him jump up and clamber around the room for his clothes. His black hair flopped to the side as he pulled his hat on.

“I’ll catch up with you later, you can hang around here for a bit if you want, but I really gotta go.” He panicked. You reached to the floor and found one of his t-shirts as you pulled it over yourself and scrambled back into your panties.

“Jug, wait, where are you even going?” You shouted after him, chasing him out of the bedroom as he left the trailer, slamming the door shut behind him. You sighed heavily and folded your arms over your chest.

“What was that about?” You jumped at the low tone coming from the darker part of the trailer, over on the couch. He came into view quickly, a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He looked different without his serpent jacket on.

“Mr Jones,” you cleared your throat, now very much aware of your inappropriate attire as you tugged on the t-shirt hoping it would stretch to cover more of you. “I’ll just get dressed and I’ll be out of your way,” you blushed. You’d not been dating Jughead long, and had barely had much interaction with his dad. You’d always found him ridiculously good looking though, and often wondered if Jug would look the same in twenty years. You certainly hoped so.

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The Serpent Queen (FP Jones x Reader)

Summary: The reader in this story is named ‘Piper’, but feel free to insert your name when reading! Simple FP Jones One Shot. Don’t worry, she’s 26 (perfectly legal!)

Warnings: Smut, cursing

(GIF Credit to @mona-stay)

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You were exhausted as you opened the door to your trailer and stumbled inside. It had been a horrendously long day and all you wanted to do was shower and crawl into bed. You peeled your leather jacket off and tossed it onto the couch. You continued removing articles of clothing while walking toward the bathroom, leaving the clothes where they fell. You were about to step into the shower when your phone buzzed. You walked out to the kitchen and picked it up to see who was calling. The name on the screen made your stomach do summersaults. You knew you couldn’t ignore it no matter how tired you were. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Pipes. I need you to come in.”

You sighed. “I’m exhausted, boss. Could it wait until the morning?”

The man’s voice was gentle, but firm. “It’s important. I need you to come in. I called in Mustang and Tall Boy too.”

You knew that meant that something big was going down…and you couldn’t say no to the King. “Alright. I’ll be there in 15.”

You hung up and sighed. You loved your life, but sometimes being the best really sucked. You decided to take a quick shower before getting dressed and heading down to the Wyrm.

After your shower, you threw on a pair of distressed black jeans, a white v-neck, and combat boots. You threw your leather jacket on as you headed out the door. You hopped on your bike, started the engine, and sped off in the direction of the White Wyrm. The trip only took about 5 minutes, but when you arrived, you noticed that Mustang’s and Tall Boy’s bikes were already parked out front. You parked and headed inside, your thoughts evenly split between wondering what this was about and focusing on keeping your shit together. The King always had a certain effect on you and with the events of the last few months, this was even more true. The last thing you needed was for Mustang or Tall Boy to realize how you felt about your leader. You took a deep breath and walked through the door.

“There she is!” A voice boomed.

You grinned. “Hey, Tall Boy.” You fist bumped the giant man and did the same to Mustang.

“Hey, Piper. Thanks for joining us.” You turned around to face the owner of the voice and felt your heart skip a beat. The man standing in front of you was absurdly attractive. The epitome of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’. His dark hair was tousled slightly, like he’d been running his hands through it, and his brown eyes were tired, but you could see the spark in them when he looked at you. He was wearing his typical uniform: fitted jeans, t-shirt under an unbuttoned flannel, combat boots, and of course, his Serpent jacket. It was the one thing that all of you had in common. Despite the layers, you could see the lean muscles of his strong body and you felt an intense desire to run your hands over his chest. You managed to keep your cool and shot your leader a smirk. “Anything for you, FP,” you said with a dramatic curtsey.

The other two men snickered and FP rolled his eyes. “Alright, people. We’ve got important business to discuss.” FP’s tone sobered the room. The three of you waited to hear what he had to say. 

“We’ve got a problem that needs to be taken care of…and the three of you are the best I’ve got.”

“What kind of problem, boss?” Tall Boy asked.

“The Snake Charmer kind.”

You flinched. It was no secret that you and Penny Peabody hated each other. Even hearing her nickname made your blood boil. “What’d the bitch do now?” you asked through gritted teeth.

FP raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t admonish you. “She’s blackmailing us. Either we run drugs for her, or she takes it out on my son.”

Your breath caught in your chest. The Serpent kids were your purview. You were only 26, so the teens related to you. You protected them and mentored them. As far as you were concerned, a threat against one of your kids was a threat against you personally. 

FP noticed your anger flaring. “Easy, Pipes,” he said gently.

“She threatened one of my kids. How did you think I was going to react?” You snapped.

“I know. He’s my son. How do you think I feel?” He snapped back.

You pursed your lips and stayed silent. After all, he had a point.

“So what are we gonna do?” Mustang asked, trying to ease the tension.

“Until further notice, the Serpents will be drug mules.”

Your face drained of color and you could sense the unease in the two men beside you. None of you said a word though, because FP’s voice had a tone of finality to it. When the King made a decree, there was no arguing it.

“So what do you need us to do?” You asked.

“The four of us are going to take the lead on this. I need you, Piper, to pick four kids to team up with us.”

You gasp audibly. “FP, you can’t put kids into this. It’s too dangerous.”

“It’s less suspicious to have an adult and a kid team than having two adult men.”

“But they’re just kids,” you protested.

His expression hardened. “They’re Serpents. Pair four kids with the four of us. That’s an order.”

You could feel the anger bubbling under your skin and it took all of your self-control to not fight back. What he just ordered you to do went against everything you believed in…and who you were as a person. 

Mustang could see your anger and he put a hand on your back. “Take a deep breath, P.” He gently rubbed your back as you took a couple deep breaths. You noticed FP’s entire body tense up as he watched you. His breathing was shaky and you knew he was struggling to keep his cool. You felt some satisfaction at seeing his discomfort, but you didn’t need him to flip out in front of witnesses. “Thanks, Mustang,” you said with a smile. He returned it and stepped back. 

You turned your attention back to FP. “I’ll ask for volunteers tomorrow. You’ll get your teams. Sir.” You added the ‘sir’ with a little more venom than was necessary.

He nodded, ignoring your attitude. “Good. Then you’re all dismissed.”

You glared at him before turning toward the exit. 

“Aww, come on, Pipes. You’re not gonna stay for a drink?” Tall Boy called after you.

“Sorry boys, not tonight. I’m exhausted.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow, then.”

You left with a wave and climbed onto your bike. The ride home was quick and you couldn’t wait to crawl into your bed. You were hurt and angry, which had pushed your exhaustion to the side. You changed into comfy clothes and sat on your bed. You were thinking about what had transpired tonight, as well as the events that had occurred over the past year. 

It had been about 10 months ago when everything blew the hell up. FP Jones had gone to prison for the murder of Jason Blossom. When you’d heard the news, you’d been shocked. There was no way that FP would hurt a kid, let alone murder one. You got the sense that Tall Boy knew more than he was letting on, but he wouldn’t tell you anything. So you went directly to the source. Seeing FP shuffle in in an orange jumpsuit and cuffs broke your heart. His face lit up in surprise when he saw you sitting on the other side of the glass. From that moment on, something had changed between the two of you. You visited him every week and worked with Jughead to try and get him free. 

The day that FP got out of prison was one of the happiest you’d ever experienced. That night, he’d knocked on your door in the middle of the night because he couldn’t sleep. You sat on the couch and he laid down with his head in your lap. The two of you had talked for hours and you’d gently run your fingers through his hair. Eventually, you both fell asleep and when you woke up, you were surprised to see him still there…cooking you breakfast. That day began a growing relationship between you and the Serpent King. You’d been together for the past four months, but no one knew. Not because FP wanted to keep it a secret, but because you did. You didn’t want other Serpents to think you were sleeping with the boss to get special treatment or some bullshit. And you certainly didn’t want to upset Jughead in any way. So you asked him to keep it a secret and he agreed. He’d asked you just last week if he could officially announce it, but you were too nervous. He respected you enough to honor your wishes. 

You sighed audibly. The memories of the past few months normally made you happy…but right now, all you could think about was how foolish you’d been to get involved with the older man. You’d developed real feelings for him and you thought he’d felt the same. Tonight’s events, however, made you question that. His orders showed a lack of respect for your morals…a lack of respect for you. Maybe it shouldn’t bother you so much, after all those kids had voluntarily joined a gang. But they were still kids. And the Serpents weren’t that kind of gang. They looked out for their own; protected them. Now they were going to run drugs and force the kids to participate. It was just wrong.

You were jostled from your thoughts by a knock at your door. When you opened the door, you were surprised to find a solemn-faced FP standing on the steps. “FP, I don’t really want to see you right now.”

His frown deepened. “Pipes, can we please just talk?”

You looked him over and noticed that he looked older and more weary. This whole thing was clearly weighing on him, and it lowered your resolve. You simply stood back, allowing him to enter. He sat on the end of the couch and you sat on the other, pulling your legs up and turning to face him. You sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke. “You’re upset with me.”

“Perceptive.”

He looked over at you. “It had to be this way, Piper. It’s the safest option for all of us.”

You just stared at him, waiting for him to go on. When he remained silent, you spoke up, “So that’s it? You’re not here to apologize?”

He furrowed his brow. “No offense, Piper, but I’m the King. I have nothing to apologize for.”

Your eyes widened in hurt and surprise. You blinked rapidly to keep the tears from falling. “Then you can leave.” You stood up and gestured towards the door.

He looked up at you in confusion. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“FP, if you don’t understand why I’m upset, then this conversation is over. Now, please leave.” So I can cry in peace, you added silently. 

He stood up and looked at you sadly. “Did I just screw this up?”

“Honestly, FP, I don’t know.”

He winced as if you’d slapped him and he turned and walked out without another word. 

You collapsed onto the floor with your back against the couch and let the tears fall.

***FP’s POV***

I stomped into my trailer and slammed the door. What the hell have I done? I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. I sit down on the couch with a thud. I am such an idiot. I finally have a great relationship with an amazing woman and I let my ego fuck it up. I put my face in my hands and shake my head. I tell myself that it had to be done, that this was a good plan, but the words feel hollow.

“Dad? Are you okay?” Jughead tentatively steps out of his room. I can see the worry on his face and I want to reassure him, but I can’t bring myself to do it. 

“Not really, Jug.”

He came into the living room and sat in the chair across from me. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s not something I should be discussing with my son.”

“Come on, Dad. Who else are you going to talk to?” He gestured around to the empty room.

The kid had a point, as much as I hated to admit it. “I messed up. I made a decision and I hurt someone that I care about.”

“One of the guys?”

I shook my head. “I, uh, haven’t been completely honest with you, Jughead. I’ve been seeing someone. She wanted to keep it a secret–”

“Piper?” he asked with a small smile.

I looked up at him in surprise. “You know?”

He laughed. “Of course I know! I’m not an idiot, Dad. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

I can feel my face heat up. I’d tried to keep it professional around her, but she made me feel things that I never thought I’d feel again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I get it. Some people might judge.”

I simply nodded.

“So what did you do?

I sigh and fill him in on the events of the evening. Jughead was quiet for a few minutes after I’d finished. I knew he had a lot to work through…especially since this whole business with Penny started with him. “This is my fault,” he began.

“No, Jug, it’s not, okay? I’m taking care of it, so don’t worry about that part.”

“By turning the Serpents into drug mules? Dad, that’s not who we are.”

“You think I don’t know that, kid? I hate this as much as you do, but it’s the only option.”

“But sending kids to do it? Come on, Dad. You’re telling me that you can’t see why Piper is upset?”

“It’s a good plan,” I say defensively.

“That may be true, but think about it from her perspective. Piper loves us like we’re her younger siblings. She would die to protect a Serpent kid without a second thought. But you’re forcing her to do something that puts those very kids in danger. It goes against who she is a person. Hell, you ordered her to do it. Imagine how that would feel.”

I hung my head, realizing that my son was right. “Shit,” I mumbled. 

“Dad?”

I looked up at him.

“Do you love her?”

I froze. The word ‘love’ always made me nervous. I hated using it and I hated hearing it. But Piper was different…everything about her was different. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine living the rest of my life without Piper. I realized with a pang that I couldn’t do it. Losing her might very well be the death of me. I made eye contact with my son and said softly, “With all my heart.”

He smiled. “Then you have to get her back. You might want to start with an apology.”

I nodded, knowing he was right. “When the hell did you get to be so wise?”

He leaned back in his chair and shrugged. “I was born this way.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Go back to bed, oh wise one.”

Jughead smiled and headed back to his room.

“Hey, Jug.” He turned back around to look at me. “Thanks.”

He nodded. “Anytime, Dad.”

I changed my clothes and collapsed on my bed. The weight of the day exhausted me. My heart ached, but I knew that Piper would need time before she’d see me again. I hoped that I could see her before tomorrow’s meeting so we could clear the air. I fell asleep thinking about what I was going to say to get my girl back.

***Your POV***

You’d fallen asleep after crying it out for a little while. You felt no better today and your eyes were red and puffy. You knew you’d need to try and remedy that before heading to the Wyrm. You didn’t want people to know that you’d been crying, least of all FP. You took a long, hot shower, then put a face mask on and some under eye masks too. You laid on your bed, naked, and tried to relax your mind. After 20 minutes, you got up and washed your face. You smiled when you saw that your skin wasn’t blotchy and your eyes weren’t puffy. They were still a little red, but that was as good as it was gonna get. You took your time getting ready…you were in no hurry to see FP. Hell, if you were a different person, you would have made up some excuse to not go today. But you weren’t a quitter, so you pulled yourself together and headed to the Wyrm. 

When you walked into the bar, you were surprised by how crowded it was. It was only 9:30am on a Saturday. One of your kids was the first to notice you enter. “Hey, Piper!”

“Hey, Sweet Pea,” you said with a smile. “What are y'all doing here here so early on a Saturday?”

Sweet Pea shrugged. “The boss texted us to come in.”

You hadn’t gotten that message, but maybe it was because you were already planning on coming in. You perched yourself on the barstool between Sweet Pea and Fangs. “I wonder what this is about,” you muttered.

“No one seems to have any idea,” Fangs replied.

A loud wolf whistle brought everyone’s attention to the other side of the room. FP was standing up on the stage so that everyone could see and hear him. Seeing him sent a shockwave of emotions through your body…not all of them good. You couldn’t believe that he’d called a meeting without including you. You were wondering what the hell he was gonna say when he began to speak.

“Sorry for calling you all in so early on a Saturday.” Laughter and boos spilled out around the room. “But what I have to say is so important that it couldn’t wait.” He took a deep breath. “The Serpents are going to have to do something that I’m really not happy about, but it has to be done in order to protect our youngest members. I met with three of our best yesterday to discuss our next moves. I made a decision during that meeting that I have now come to regret. I neglected to take other people’s opinions into account and for that, I am truly sorry. So today, I am announcing my new decision. A few of us will have to risk everything for the good of this family. So, as of today, myself, Tall Boy, Mustang, and Levi will become drug runners for Penny Peabody.”

His voice was drowned out by angry shouts from almost every person in the room. You simply sat in stunned silence, unable to form a single coherent thought. FP raised his voice, fighting for dominance. Finally, he whistled again and everyone fell silent. “I know you’re angry and so am I, but we don’t have a choice. She threatened some of our youngest Serpents and I will not stand for that. So we’re going to do what she wants, even if it costs us.” 

FP scanned the room until his eyes found you. “There’s a person here that means the world to me…and I hurt her in ways I didn’t truly understand until now. And for that, I am incredibly sorry. I’m going to do everything I can to make it right…no matter how long it takes.” The room stood in stunned silence. FP had just admitted that he loved a woman in this room and publicly apologized for hurting her.

Your whole body was frozen. His words hit you deep and spurred something inside of you. You stood up and looked your King in the eyes. “In unity, there is strength,” you said, your voice strong and firm.

Everyone turned to look at you, but your eyes never left FP’s. Seconds passed, then the entire room responded in kind, “In unity, there is strength!”

FP nodded and jumped off the stage, effectively ending the meeting. Everyone started chatting and a voice behind you said, “Holy shit. He was talking about you.” You turned to see Toni Topaz staring at you in shock. You nodded slowly, “Yes…he was.”

The rest of the group that surrounded you gasped audibly and started asking all kinds of questions. A deep voice from behind saved you from having to answer any of them. “Do you kids mind if I steal Piper for a while?” FP asked.

A chorus of “yeahs” and “go aheads” resounded. You rolled your eyes at their expressions and followed the King upstairs to his office. The moment he closed the door, you spoke, “Well that was very public.”

He blushed. “I’m so sorry, Pipes. For all of it. I didn’t realize what I’d done until I talked it over with Jughead.” 

Your eyes widened. “You told Jughead?!”

He shrugged. “He already knew. All I did was confirm it. He said–and I quote– ‘I’ve seen the way you look at her.’”

You were quiet for a moment. “Was he okay with it?”

“More than okay. He wanted me to fix things with you.”

Now it was your turn to blush. “I can see that that emboldened you.”

“Maybe a little bit.” He smiled. “Which is also why I changed the plan. It’s more dangerous, but you were right. We can’t do that to the kids.”

“I’m glad that you agree, but why take me out of it?”

“To protect you. I realized last night that I can’t bear to lose you.”

You looked at him affectionately. “FP…”

“Let me finish or I’ll never get this out.” You nod and he continues. “You have changed my life, Pipes. You make it better in every possible way…and you make me better. How can I not love you? I meant what I said earlier, you mean the world to me. It scares the shit out of me, but I love you, Piper Coronado. I love you with all my heart.”

You stood there frozen in shock. FP wasn’t a particularly open man when it came to his feelings and it was well known how he felt about the ‘L word’, so his revelation had you reeling. 

“Pipes…please, say something.”

You realized you’d been silent for too long. “I’m sorry. I’m just shocked.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I –”

“Shut up,” you say, cutting him off. You close the space between you and pull his face down to yours, your lips crashing together. After a few moments, you pull away breathless. You look up at him and say softly, “I love you, too, FP Jones. I always have.”

His face lit up and he grinned. He grabbed you and pulled you into him, kissing you passionately. He gripped your thighs and pulled you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you over to the desk and sat you on top of it, clearing everything off with a sweep of his arm. Everything crashed to the ground and you winced. “FP! They’ll hear us downstairs.”

He grinned. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s sound-proofed.”

You returned his grin and pulled him closer with your legs. “Well in that case…” You tugged at the bottom hem of his shirt and he got the message and pulled it off over his head. You reached for him and he leaned back in to kiss you. Your body reacted to his touch and you let out a soft moan as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Lose the jacket,” he murmured against your neck. You wiggled your arms out of your jacket and tossed it on the floor. His hands immediately slid up under your shirt and you pulled it off over your head to give him better access. 

You could see the massive bulge through his jeans and you slowly ran your hand across it, sending a shiver up his spine. “Lose the pants, handsome.” He grinned and quickly yanked them off. You licked your lips and murmured, “Boxers too.”

“How is that fair? You’re almost fully dressed!” He protested.

You smiled and slid off the desk as you slowly unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side. FP watched your every move, the hunger in his eyes spurring you on. You turned around so your back was to him and slowly slid your jeans down your legs. You leaned forward, giving him a great view of your lace-covered ass. He let out a low groan and the instant your pants were out of the way, he was right up behind you, pressed against your back. He peppered kisses down your neck and shoulder while his hands explored your breasts. You let out a low moan and leaned back into him.

“Turn around, baby.”

You obliged, turning to face him. He pushes against you until you hit the desk. He gently slipped his hands under your ass and lifted you onto the desk. He immediately drops to his knees and spreads your legs wide. He nuzzles against the lace of your panties, causing you to gasp. He takes his time, gently kissing your inner thighs, sending sweet sensations through your body. The more he teased you, the more you needed him. “FP,” you groaned, “quit teasing me.”

“Do you not like it?” He asked softly.

“You know I do, but it’s cruel.”

He chuckled softly and grabbed your hips. “Lift up.” You did as you were told and he quickly slid the lace bits off your body and discarded them on the floor. He looked you over, his eyes filled with desire. “You’re so gorgeous, Piper.”

You smiled and beckoned him towards you. He leaned over you and planted a soft kiss on your lips before getting down on his knees again. He placed his hands on your inner thighs and slid his tongue between your folds. Your head fell back and you moaned as he began licking and sucking with fervor. You tanged your fingers in his hair and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his mouth. Waves of pleasure radiated through your body and you felt the familiar knot tightening in your stomach. You lifted your hips to meet him and begged him not to stop. His grip on you tightened and he sped up, sliding two fingers inside of you, gently stroking your g-spot. Within seconds, an intense orgasm racked your body and you cried out in pleasure. FP rode the waves as your body bucked beneath, not stopping until you gently tugged on his hair. He lifted his head and looked at you with a grin. You pulled him up to you and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips.

He pulled away and whispered, “I want you, baby.” You smiled and reached for him. He pulled you close and you wrapped your legs around his waist so that he could pick you up. He carried you to the couch and gently laid you down before crawling on top of you. He kissed you and you ran your hands down his hard body, appreciating the toned muscles. He let out a soft groan against your lips, clearly appreciating your touch. He began moving down your body, kissing your neck, nibbling at your collar bone, and gently licking at your nipples before leaning back and grabbing his cock. You bit your lip and lifted your hips slightly, indicating to him that you wanted him. He slowly rubbed his cock against your entrance and you moaned breathlessly. “I want you, FP,” you said. 

“How badly?”

“More than you can imagine. Give me what I want,” you demanded.

“As you wish, my Queen.” And with that, he slid inside of you, filling you up in ways only he could. 

You were surprised by his choice of words, but all thoughts quickly left your mind as he started to move. You moaned softly and dug your nails into his back. He leaned forward and nipped at your neck as he increased his pace. “Shit, Pipes. You feel so good,” he groaned. 

He shifted your body so that he hit your g-spot with each thrust. You gasped and clung to him as he began to pump faster, slamming into you, pleasuring you as only he could. “Fuck, FP. I’m so close.”

“Not yet, baby. You cum when I tell you to.”

You nod and he continues his glorious assault on your body. His movements become more erratic and his body tenses up. You know that he’s close too. Just when you think that you can’t take it anymore, he murmurs, “Cum for me baby.”

You feel your body completely give in to him and a second orgasm sends you into spasms of pleasure. You feel him spill into you, moaning loudly as your walls milk everything from his cock. Eventually, he slows and collapses on top of you. “That was incredible,” he whispers into your neck.

“You’re incredible,” you say back.

He kisses your neck and pulls himself to his feet. He starts to get dressed and you do the same. It dawns on you that you have something you need to ask him. “FP?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“What did you mean when you called me your Queen?”

He eyed you carefully. “I want you to be my Queen,” he said softly. “But only if that’s what you want.”

You smile at him and pull him in for a kiss. “Of course that’s what I want.”

He grins at you and takes your hand to lead you downstairs…he had another important announcement to share with the rest of the Serpents. 

older guys (bucky barnes x reader)

A/N: uh first attempt at semi smut ?Hope you enjoy lolol Maybe I’ll do an older guys plot for all the avengers. And also an older ladies ;)

word count: 1021

warning: mention of underage reader doing illegal things with older man. thigh riding and choking kink. 

-you wakes up in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep and sees all the guys playing never have I ever so you join and tony directs all the questions to you because he knows the answers

- never have i ever sent nudes - never have i ever been with an older man   - never have i ever dated a coworker

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Being in a relationship with Matthew Gray Gubler would include…

A/N: I’VE GOT SO MUCH FEELINGS RIGHT NOW. I STOPPED FANGIRLING FOR MATTHEW THAT MUCH BUT AT THE MOMENT, I CANT HANDLE HIM ANYMORE, HES TOO PERFECT

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I Married Your Daughter - David Dobrik

word count: 1957 an// i saw someone post that they wanted a fic about david marrying jason’s daughter instead of his mom!! loved the idea so here it is. sorry if someone else already wrote this concept too ~

I have an idea.

That one text from David was a sure sign that he’s up to no good.

What are you up to now?

Instead of responding to my text, David calls me.

“Hi, Y/n.” David sings into the phone.

“Oh no, this is bad.” I laugh, “You’re calling me? What evil prank do you have against my dad?”

“I want to marry you.”

The air falls out of my lungs causing me to cough and choke.

“What?” I ask after recovering. I can hear David still laughing at my reaction.

“I want to marry you, then I’ll be Jason’s son. And then I married his daughter.”

“It’s brilliant.” I agree, it’s the perfect bit for the vlog and I know that my dad will be obviously shocked.

“Can I fly out to see you then?”

I can tell just by his voice that he’s smirking right now.

“Are you in, Y/n?”

I pace back and forth for a couple of seconds, I take a deep breath and shake my head with realizing my answer.

“I’m in.”

I know David better than I would like to, even better if we follow through on his latest idea. I spend my time fairly split between New York and Los Angeles. I go to school in New York, but I fly home pretty often. David and I are close friends, occasionally it seems like like there could be more. We usually only flirt to bother my dad, this might kill him.

It takes David a couple of days to get everything set up and fly out to New York. He shows up to my door, vlog camera in hand.

“Hi.” He has his typical overly excited dopey grin on his face.

“Hey.” I open the door wider to my apartment to let him in. He sets up his camera on gets down on one knee.

“David, you’re ridiculous.” I laugh covering my mouth.

“Y/n Nash, will you marry me?” He is laughing too, unable to wipe the grin off of his face.

“Yes.” I answer with a roll of my eyes.

David gets up and picks me up with him, we both spin around laughing.

“You’re so stupid.” I laugh, finally getting to place my feet back on the ground.

“This is going to be my best vlog yet. We leave in three hours.”

“Three hours? David.” I smack his chest. Before I know it we’re on a plane and on our way to Vegas. Natalie and Zane are meeting us there to be our witnesses. We have to get our marriage licence before we head over to the chapel.

“Nat, help me pick out a dress.”

She follows me into a dressing room with racks and racks of dresses that people use to get married here.

“This is the one.” She holds up a dress.

“What?” I turn to see the one she’s holding up.

“This dress is made for you, Y/n.”

I get in the dress and help her find a bridesmaid dress. Zane films for David and I follow Natalie as we walk down the aisle.

“Y/n” David can only muster my name with his jaw on the floor quietly he mutters a ‘holy shit’.

“Like the dress?” I tease.

David clears his throat and we proceed with the ceremony.

“With this ring I marry you.” David slides the ring he got for me over my finger.

The priest gestures for me to do the same with his ring.

“With this ring, I marry you.” I smile, sliding his ring on his finger.

“With the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

David leans down and for the first time ever we kiss. I can hear Zane and Natalie cheering, but I’m only focused on David’s lips that are still on mine. Reluctantly, we pull away and smile for the cameras.

“You guys are married!” Natalie pulls me in for a hug.

“Oh my god, we’re married.” It suddenly hits me, I’m a wife. David and I are married.

“It’s too late to take it back now, Y/n.” David teases as he pulls me in for a side hug.

Shortly after that, we hop on another plane and head to Hawaii. Zane and Natalie went back to L.A. Jason thinks that David was in Chicago. We’re flying to Hawaii for only a day before heading to L.A to surprise my dad.

“I’ve never been to Hawaii before.” I admit as the plane slowly lands.

“Wait, never?” David asks, obviously shocked.

“Nope.”

“What about the trips Jason took Charlie and Wyatt to see your mom?”

“I was graduated by then. Out of the house and in New York.”

“Well, now we need to do all of the Hawaii cliches.”

“What?” I thought we were taking a couple of pictures to gloat and going home.” I laugh.

“Not anymore.”

David wasn’t kidding when he said that we were doing all of the cliches of Hawaii. We went snorkeling, surfing, and finally skydiving. It was a day packed full of everything.

“That was the most fun thing I’ve ever done.” I cheer.

David and I just finished skydiving and it was amazing. I couldn’t stop screaming and smiling at the same time. David too, he seemed nervous at first even though he had done it before.

“That was so much fun!” I say without even trying to hide the joy in my voice. I’m still not over it even now when we’re trying to find our hotel room.

“I know, this has been the best Hawaii trip yet and we’ve only had one day here.”

“Wow, it must be me. I’m just so much fun to be around.” I grin.

He stops at our door and looks to me, a smirk on his face. “Yeah, you are.”

I gulp, noticing how close we are. I take a step back and David puts the keycard in the door and holds it open for me. We both decide to move past and ignore whatever that moment was.

I walk into the room and it’s nice, it’s huge with a view of the ocean and a separate room.

“Y/n!” David calls from the bedroom.

I turn away from the window and follow where his voice was coming from. As soon as I walk in I am ambushed with bright red and pink everything. The walls, the pillows, the bed, everything. Rose petals are scattered on the bed.

“Natalie must’ve told them it was our honeymoon.” David pushes his hair back off of his head, obviously nervous. “I didn’t plan anything! I would never do-”

“I know, David.” I laugh and place a reassuring hand on his chest. “It’s not a big deal.”

We both notice my hand, which is still resting on his chest. I look up from my hand to catch his eyes, they’re staring at my lips.

“David.” I whisper, this successfully grabs his attention and he focuses on my eyes again.

He leans in closer and I tilt my head up for our lips to meet. It’s perfect, just like our first. His lips are warm and inviting, they make you melt into them. I take a couple of steps back until we land on the bed.

I can’t fight off the laugh which makes David pull away.

“What’s so funny?” He asks.

“We’re married. We’re making out. We’re on a bed full of rose petals.” I smile. David smiles too and pushes hair back behind my ear.

“We’re married, Y/n. That’s crazy.” He presses kisses all over my neck.

“I know.” I smirk, enjoying the feeling of his lips all over my neck.

“Y/n Dobrik.” David whispers the words against my skin.

“What’d you just say?” I ask, pulling lightly on his hair to pull him back up to me.

“I said, Y/n Dobrik. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” He has the best smile on his face. The smile I know so well. The perfect David smile that creates butterflies in my stomach.

“I think so too.”

It went all too fast. All too soon we had to check out of our hotel and get on a plane back to Los Angeles.

“I’m kinda nervous for his reaction now.” David’s hand is holding onto mine.

“Don’t be. He’ll be fine. I’m the son he’s always wanted.”

I know he’s joking, but it makes me happy anyway. We make it back to the house and Jason and a few other people from the friend group are already at the house. David has me go in through the garage door.

“Jason, I have a surprise for you.”

“What are you up to?” I can hear the nervous edge in my dad’s voice.

“I married your daughter!” David just blurts it.

“You didn’t.” He tries so shut it down, he doesn’t want to play along with this joke.

“I flew to New York two days ago and proposed. Then we got married in Vegas, and honeymooned in Hawaii.”

My dad starts laughing, obviously not believing a single word of what he’s saying.

“I have the legal papers right here, and I have her here.”

“No!”

I make my grand entrance and hold up my hand with a shiny new ring on it.

“Y/n, why would you do this?”

“Why wouldn’t I marry the hot millionaire who I’ve been flirting with for ages now.” I tease. David wraps his arm around my waist.

“This is so wrong.” Jason hides his face in his hands. “Y/n Y/M/N Nash, your mom is going to kill you.”

“Don’t you mean Y/n Y/M/N Dobrik?”

The whole group breaks out in laughter. We spend the rest of the time hanging out and having  a good time with a good group of friends. Everyone stayed until it got late and they had to go home. David has his arm wrapped around my shoulder, we’re the only ones left in the living room.

“Hey, do you regret getting married? I know we aren’t completely serious about this. But what happened last night. I can’t get it out of my head.”

“I can’t either. And no, I don’t regret getting married. Not yet at least.”

“Hey!”

David flips us down to lay horizontal on the couch. We start making out, something that in a few days we have both grown used to.

“When do you have to go back to New York?” David asks quietly, his question has bummed him out.

“Not for a couple of days. I’ll be gone for two weeks and then I graduate.”

“Does that mean you’ll be coming back to L.A.?” He instantly perks up.

“I think so.”

“Good, you can’t leave your husband for too long.”

“Hmm, my husband?” I laugh.

“Yes, your husband. I want to make this work, even if this wasn’t the most conventional way to start a relationship.”

I couldn’t agree with him more. This is too good to throw away or pass up on. Hell, he’s my husband now.

“Me too. We’ll make whatever this is work.”

“I’m really glad we got married.”

“I can’t believe it took us getting married for you to grow the balls to make this happen.” I shake with laughter thinking of all the times we flirted, but he bailed because of nerves.

“Shut up!”

oh wait, you’re right : d.d

brief summary: david always finds a reason not to prank you, which only makes the VS think their suspicions are right; that david is falling in love with you. 

word count: 1.6k requested: yes, by anonymous warnings: none that I’m aware of 

* masterlistin’ * 

“Okay, I have an idea for a prank but I’m not sure who to pull it on.” David sits down as Natalie and Jason both stop working, sharing a similar exhausting expression before turning to face David. 

“Easy,” Jason shuffles in his seat, placing his laptop down as David sits upright, all ears to hear Jason’s suggestion. “Y/n.” 

David furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head. “No way, I’m not pranking her.” He states as Natalie raises an eyebrow before returning her attention to her phone. 

“And why not?” Jason retorts, knowing David will always find an excuse when it comes to you, even if he’s unaware of doing so. 

Looking around, David tries to wrack his brain to think of a legitimate reason. “Because she will just scream and punch me?” His tone rises questionably, and Jason scoffs lightly.

“Wow, nice one.” Jason huffs as he picks his laptop back up. “You know, you always have an excuse with Y/n. Always ‘she doesn’t like bugs and will cry’ or ‘she’s allergic’ or ‘her dress is too pretty’ or ‘I think she’s beautiful and I don’t wanna ruin it’ shit like that.” Jason mocks David’s tone and David rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, Jase.” David mutters as he picks his phone up, seeing a message from you. “Anyway, Y/n wants to hang out so I’ll be back later.” 

Natalie watches as David rushes out of the room, heading to grab his keys before leaving the house without a second thought. “He never leaves the house that quickly,” She sighs. “even if it was on fire he’d still be lazy and walk so slow.” 

“It’ll click sooner or later,” Jason comments as he puts his headphones back on, returning to edit the last prank David did that he captured on his vlog. 

As Jason edits, he notices the small glances you and David share. The small smiles and reaches for one another, especially when the snake appeared and you automatically ran toward David. He smiles to himself, realising you’re both smitten, but too shy to admit the truth. 

“Based on what I’m seeing, I’d say sooner.” Natalie comments as she glances over Jason’s shoulder, a small smile on her face at the sight of her two friends cosying up candidly. 

Sitting with David, you both were on your phones watching videos as you planned what to potentially film together. “I’m sleepy.” You groaned as you flopped over, resting your head on his shoulder. 

David smiles to himself, never quite tiring of the small things you do. He lifts his arm up around you, bringing you closer into him. “You can’t be sleepy we gotta film, Y/n.” He laughs and you pull a face, making his heart beat faster as you lower your eyes away. 

“Can we not film tomorrow? I didn’t get any sleep last night.” You raise your hand to your face, rubbing your eyes as David watches you closely, noticing the purple under your eyes increasing in darkness of late. “Todd and Olivia had an argument so I was trying to reason with him for most of the night.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to get some sleep.” David mutters as he hugs you lightly before allowing himself to slip out of your embrace. 

You collapse down onto the sofa and curl up into the cushion David was leaning on. “Thanks Dave.” You yawn in response as David throws a blanket over you, his smile never faltering at the sight of you so wholesome in this very moment. 

As David closes your door behind him, he sighs heavily. He knew he was hooked, but he still wasn’t sure how to truly admit it. The two of you had a solid friendship, one he didn’t want to ruin. 

Driving away he heads back to the house, contemplating on the prank he’d been planning for the last few weeks. 

“I’m going to do it.” David states as he walks into his house as a few heads turn in his direction. “I’ll prank Y/n, I will do it.” 

Carly looks over to Erin, unsure if he’s actually going to do it. “Since when, David? Y/n suddenly got a boyfriend?” Carly jokes and David shakes his head, secretly wondering if Carly wasn’t joking.

“I’ve never pranked Y/n, plus it’ll be a laugh.” David lies through his teeth, but it’s obvious based on everyone’s expressions he’s uncomfortable with the whole idea. “I just need a few helping hands. Who’s down?” 

Everyone raises their hands with smiles on their faces. “Let’s do this.” 

Climbing out of your car you lift your sunglasses from your eyes and push them up into your hair. “Hey guys,” You call out as you walk through the house, straight to the garden without a single glance. 

Everyone knew their positions to be in, the actors were ready and David was struggling to keep calm as you smiled. “What was so urgent?” You ask him as you lean against the railing beside him as Jason films from the doorway. 

“Oh, it’s just I had an idea for a bit and needed your help.” David tries to smile to you, but his eyes keep darting around. 

You place your hand on his upper arm, feeling him shaking lightly. “Are you alright, David?” You ask softly, but before he has the chance to respond several loud knocks on his front door interrupts you. 

“That’s postmates, hold on.” David mutters as he walks off, leaving you standing alone by the railings, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. 

As David opens the front door, he motions for the three men to follow him inside. “All you gotta do is yell at all of us, get us outside and on the ground.” David explains and the three tall muscular men nod.

“Don’t worry, kid. We do this all the time.” The actors laugh lightly as they all nod to one another. “GET OUTSIDE NOW!” One of them yells and everyone screams as they run towards the door. 

Immediately you turn around, your heartbeat increasing as your friends run toward you, fear evident in their faces as you see David with his hands behind his head, as a knife rests by a figure following him. 

“What the fuck is happening?!” You yell as everyone stands in a line, eyes focused on the ground. “David! What’s happening?” You try to move closer, but another figure appears and blocks everyone off from you.

“You, get down.” He spits and you start to shake as you lower yourself down to the ground, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. 

“Please, don’t kill me. I, I have a family and and I’m fucking broke.” You mumble, unaware of David watching wanting to call it all off immediately, but Jason shakes his head. 

“Well, if you say so.” The man above you states as he glances back to David who is now giving him the signal to stop. “We’ve got your chipotle order out here, just to let you now.” The man starts laughing and you look up, glossy eyed and confused as he offers you a hand. 

Everything happens in a blur as David rushes over, hugging you tightly mumbling a series of apologies. And that is when you notice the camera Jason is holding and you cry even harder. 

“I thought I was going to fucking die, David!” You yell at him and push him away. “And it was a fucking prank, are you kidding me?” Walking out of the garden you grab a hold of your keys as you leave the house, slamming the door behind you and on David’s face. 

He stands by the front door, letting out a heavy sigh as he opens it, following behind you. “Y/n, wait.” David calls out as you hover by your car door. “Just, can I explain?”

Turning around you look at him as you cross your arms, waiting for an explanation behind such a sick prank. “I know your pranks, David. I’ve laughed through them as you pull entertaining pranks on everyone but this? This wasn’t entertaining I thought,” You let out a shaky breath. “I thought we were all going to die for a minute.” 

David steps forward toward you as you remain perfectly still, but he can see your hands shaking. “Y/n, I didn’t want to go ahead with it. Everyone was telling me how I never prank you because I like you too much and it’s true, I don’t know how to prank you because I’m scared you’ll hate me and,” 

It’s your turn to take a step forward, resting your hand on his cheek. “Did you just say you like me?” You ask as you scan his eyes, seeing the truth in his eyes as he nods. 

“Well, I think I might actually be in love with you, but it’s a bit too early to say that to you.” He laughs uneasily as you lower your hand and he feels his heart sink. “I get it if you don’t feel the same.” 

Letting out a watery laugh you shake your head. “It’s not that, David.” You reply softly. “I really like you too but next time, mind not making me nearly shit myself first?” 

Laughing lightly, David nods. “I’ll consider it. But, now what?” 

Humming to yourself you lean forward, kissing him softly as you wrap your hands around his neck. “This’ll do nicely.” He mumbles into your lips as cheers sound from behind you. 

As you pull away you see everyone smiling, and the actors wiping their eyes. “Fancy dinner? I’ll make it up to you.” David suggests as you nod, opening your car door. 

“You’re on Dobrik.” 

Mother’s Day - David Dobrik

word count: 1380 an// yeah i know it’s kinda late because mother’s day is like over, but it’s cute anyway

David never really understood or appreciated Mother’s Day. He obviously loved his mother, but he never understood how much it really meant. It all changed when he met Y/n. She was amazing and became a light in his life. She was the woman that he wanted to bring home to meet his family. She was the woman that he wanted to start his own family with.

That’s exactly what they did. It was a couple years into their relationship when Y/n got pregnant. They were surprised, but couldn’t be more thankful. It was a trying nine months between filming, cravings, and the overall effect of having a child.

The day that Y/n gave birth easily became both of their favorite moments. They welcomed a baby boy into their life. They’ve been parents for a few months by the time mother’s day rolls around.

Y/n didn’t think about how different it would be this year. Now she is a mother, she gets to be celebrated too.

“What do you want for mother’s day?” David asks as they both lay in bed. His hand is slowly running through her hair.

“I just want a day home with my boys. No gifts.” Y/n says with a smile, she leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.

David will make sure that she gets what she wants, but he isn’t going to leave it at that. She is constantly working whether it be helping him film, collaborating with friends, or taking care of their child. He knows that she deserves more than he can give her even if she doesn’t want any material gifts.

A couple days pass and it’s finally Sunday.

“Good morning, baby.” David greets, waking up the love of his life with kisses all over her face.

“G-morning.” She mumbles back still sounding sleepy. She presses a kiss to David’s lips before falling back on the bed.

“Stay here.” David instructs before quickly running out of the room. Y/n sits up trying to see where he went, but settles back down knowing better than to fight David on whatever he’s up to.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” David’s voice pulls her attention, she sits up and looks over to the door. David is walking in, one hand around your child and the other holding a plate.

“Baby, you didn’t.” She feels a blush creep up on her cheeks. No matter how long they’re together she’ll never be able to get past how sweet he is.

David walks over and Y/n reaches out for their child first. She hasn’t seen him all morning which might be a record for her. David sits down on the bed and looks over to the sight on his life. His world revolves around the people he’s sharing his bed with currently.

He doesn’t even try and wipe off the grin on his face. Y/n is blowing raspberries on his stomach causing him to laugh uncontrollably. They continue for a while until Y/n focuses more of her attention back onto David.

“This really is the best, thank you.” She digs into the food.

“We have the rest of the day just the three of us.” David smiles, he takes the now empty plate and sets it on the nightstand. Y/n scoots closer to his side of the bed, their child still resting on her chest.

“I also have Anne who can come over to take some family picture, but I know you wanted to have a day just us.”

“No, that sounds amazing!” Y/n interrupts, she’s already getting excited thinking about dressing up herself and the boys. “I want to capture all of these moments. He’s already getting so big.”

They finish out the rest of their lazy morning. Spending it either in bed, all snuggling, or they play with toys on the floor. They kill a lot of time and now it’s the afternoon and Y/n is struggling to get everyone ready before the photographer gets here. She’s a long time friend so neither of them are too worried.

“Hey baby, where’s my shirt?” David asks, walking out into the living room.

“Right here.” Y/n replies while changing their son who isn’t too thrilled with having to put on clothes. Thankfully, Y/n is dressed and ready, just waiting on her boys.

“Do you need some help?” David walks over and holds him so she can grab his pants. Instantly at the shift he starts crying.

“Hey, there’s no crying here. We’re gonna take pictures!” Y/n leans forward and pinch his cheeks. He stops for half a second and begins wailing all over again. David turns him towards himself and starts tickling lightly all over. This is always a solution to getting him to calm down. His loud giggles start filling the room.

It sounds like a melody to both parents in the room. Without even having to discuss it, they both lean in and press a kiss to his cheeks.

“Well, looks like we’re starting this off great!” They all look over to Anne who seemed to have just captured the moment.

They finish getting dressed and head outside to the yard. They take pictures until there’s tears, that’s when they decide to call it a day and they send their boy off for a nap. Anne quickly downloads all of the photos so she can give them to them.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles as she walks Anne to the door.

“Anytime. I would love to come over and take pictures of your gorgeous family.”

She leaves right after that and we’re left just the three of them again. I don’t think anyone is complaining about that though.

“Hey, what are you doing? It’s Mother’s Day!” David is obviously referring to the fact that Y/n is cooking on what should be a day for her.

“What? Did you want to Postmate something?” Y/n asks with a tease. David bites back a smile, he knows that he can’t cook. This morning was a rarity.

“Well… no. But- maybe?”

“It’s fine, I wanted to cook.” She smiles and presses a fast kiss to his cheek to reassure him.

“Did we get any good pictures?” Y/n asks once she notices that David sat down at the counter.

“Yeah, they all look great. I actually have a favorite.”

“Really? I wanna see.” Y/n turns away from the sauce that is simmering to look at him.

“You’ll see it later.” He smiles.

The two of them enjoy their meal and put on a movie after. Y/n finally goes to grab her phone for the first time that day. She notices a notification that @daviddobrik has tagged her in a post.

Daviddobrik: Thank you so much to the woman I owe everything to. You are the strongest person I know and you made it possible for me to be a father. You make me a better person everyday, and I don’t know what either of us boys would do without you. Thanks for being our girl. Happy Mother’s Day to the best mom out there

“Baby, you are too sweet to me.” Y/n walks out of the bedroom to see David still on the couch. She can’t help the couple of tears sliding down her face.

“Hey, don’t cry.” David holds open his blanket for her to get in. She doesn’t even hesitate so slid in on top of him. They lay like that for a while, David running his hand softly on her back until a soft cry interrupts both of them. Y/n moves to get up, but David slides out from underneath her before she can.

He comes back to the living room, baby tucked in his arm. David resumes his spot, Y/n laying on one side of his chest with their child on the other.

This is the best part of the whole day in Y/n’s opinion. Everything about today was perfect and amazing, but this is the best. This is life. Laying here together isn’t going to last forever so they are going to take in every moment that they can.

“Happy Mother’s Day.” David whispers.

“Thanks, baby.”

Bilingual Baby (d.d)

I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it as much as I do :))

English is not my mother language !

Wordcount: 1.2k

A slight chuckle left your mouth as you read the message that you had just received.

David, who had his legs entangled with yours and his arms loosely thrown over your body, raised his head from the couch and spied over your shoulder to look at your screen. A frown took over his face and he furrowed his brows, trying to understand what you had laughed over.

Once he recognized a word he knew his face lit up and the confused expression disappeared. “Tell me what it means please.”, he mumbled smiling, his arms bringing you closer to his chest.

David loved the fact that you were able to speak more than one language, just like him.

“Huh?”, you asked confused as you turned your head to face him, genuinely not knowing what he meant since you hadn’t paid attention to his sneaky spying.

“The text your sister just sent you. It’s German, I recognized it.”, he told you with a wide smile, proud of himself like he just won an award.

“And I want to know what’s so funny so please Baby, tell me.”

You grinned and planted a brief kiss onto his cheek, amazed by his interest in languages and different cultures. “Sure Bub. So she texted me David’s neues Video ist so lustig! Ich liebe es! which basically means that she watched your new video and thinks that it’s hilarious.”, you explained, cringing at how American your German already sounded. He nodded grinning and stuck his tongue a little bit out, like he always did.

“Tell her Danke.”

You had to hold back your giggles at his adorable accent and typed the message into your phone before throwing it on the pillow besides you and turning around in David’s arms. His brown eyes stared directly into yours while his lips formed into a smirk.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you sound when you speak German?”, he asked quietly as he stroked up and down your back, leaving a tingling feeling behind. “Yes, but you can tell me again.”

He started laughing and peppered your face with little kisses. “You”, he said in between smooches, “sound fucking hot.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and stroked his cheekbone with your thumb, appreciating his beautiful features.

The two of you cuddled for what felt like hours when suddenly David got up. After he pressed a kiss onto your head and assured you that everything was okay, he grabbed his phone and ran off to his room. You shrugged your shoulders and pulled a fuzzy blanket over your, now that David had left, cold body, wondering what the unpredictable boy was up to this time.

Maybe he had planned something or was supposed to meet with one of his friends to shoot for his vlog, you had absolutely no clue.

Just as you reached for your phone to occupy yourself with a game, the double door to David’s bedroom swung open and said messy haired boy approached you with large steps.

“What’s wrong?”, you asked as you sat up, noticing his scrunched eyebrows and how hard his hand clenched around his phone. “You okay?”

David slightly shook his head and opened his mouth, a nervous smirk lingering in the corner of his mouth.

“Ich liebe dich.”, he spoke hesitantly. “Ganz dolle.”

Your jaw dropped and you opened your eyes widely, not really sure if you had understood him correctly. “W-What?”

“Ich liebe dich.”, he repeated, giggling at your shocked reaction.

Now that he had repeated his sentence you felt your eyes water at the sweet declaration of love that he must’ve learnt just for you, since it was in your mother language, German.

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him on top of you, wanting to be as close as possible to him.

“You learned that just for me, Bub? I love you too!”, you mumbled into the crook of his neck, your fingers twirling the tiny brown locks.

Never in a relationship before a partner had showed such interest in you and your ethnic background and the fact that David tried so hard made your heart swell with love.

“Of course Love.”, he answered and kissed the top of your head. “Can you teach me some more?”

You answered with an excited nod and the two of you sat straight up. “Okay, so if Dom does something stupid, what should I say to him?”, he questioned before letting out a small laugh.

You also had to hold back a giggle as you thought about the idea of David scolding his friends in a language neither of them really understood.

Your eyebrows scrunched together and you tapped your fingertip against your chin.

“Maybe you could say Du bist ein Arschloch.”, you responded with pursed lips. “It means you’re an asshole, pretty fitting if you ask me.”

David smirked at your snarky remark and repeated your words with a heavy accent, making you sigh in awe. He really was the cutest human alive. “Yes Baby, very good! But maybe try to pronounce the ch softer, more like a sh.”, you advised him, proud of how good he already said it.

“Du bist ein Arschloch.”, he spoke slowly and carefully, with his eyes narrowed. Clapping your hands you leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss onto his lips to reward him for his improvement.

That same game went on for hours and hours. You told David a German sentence and he repeated it after you, earning a kiss if it was right. Sometimes he even told you something in Slovak or Hungarian and giggled at your failed attempt to jokingly mock his mother’s strong accent.

However, the funniest part was when you called your friends and just spoke to them in each of your mother languages. Carly and Erin asked if you had smoked weed together and Jason was instantly ready to call an insane asylum, not really sure if David now finally had his long predicted breakdown.

With hurting tummies from all the laughing and giggling, David and you cuddled on the couch under a blanket at the end of the day.

A comforting silence had settled over you for a few minutes now, and you patted the couch besides you down, searching for your phone to see what time it was.

After you had got it out of between the couch cushions you turned it on and were greeted with a message by your good friend, Corinna.

It had came in just minutes after David had left his room and after you read the message, you knew why.

Corinna

DAVID JUST ASKED ME WHAT ‘I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH’ IS IN GERMAN AND BEGGED ME TO SEND HIM AN AUDIO SO THAT HE WOULD PRONOUNCE IT CORRECTLY. MARRY HIM BABY THIS IS SO CUTE

You smiled with pursed lips and tilted your head as you looked at your sweet boy that was completely occupied by the game he was playing on his phone.

Maybe being a Non-native English speaker wasn’t so bad after all.

it’s based on reciprocity (d.d)

[ REQUESTED ! ]

you’re being waken by soft lips scattering kisses all over your face.

you hum with a small smile and your eyes flutter open. “good mornin’ bub”, you yawn as you throw your arms around the smiling boy hovering over you and pull him on top of you.

“morning princess.”, he mumbles, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. the sun shines through the blinds and throws longs stripes on the wall and the floor.

the clock shows 10:18 am and you hear natalie rummaging in the kitchen, probably making breakfast.

“let’s get up.”, david whispers and presses a quick kiss onto your cheek before pushing himself up. “no baby.”, you whine as you purse your lips. “please”

for some odd reason you’re still incredibly tired and just want to close your eyes again.

your fingers play with the ends of david’s hair and you can see the hesitation in his eyes before he lays down next to you and pulls you into his arms. your head rests on his naked chest and your legs are entangled. for the two of you this was always the most comfortable position to sleep in.

maybe that’s why after not even 5 minutes both of you are fast asleep, quiet snores sounding.

the next time you wake up because of your phone ringing, signalizing the incoming of a new message.

you groggily open your eyes and pat the mattress besides you down, searching for the warm body of your boyfriend.

seconds later you turn your head around to see the empty bedside. a groan leaves your mouth as you stretch over the bed to reach the nightstand.

with your phone in hand you lean against the headboard of the bed and turn the device on. your eyes scan the screen which displays the messages you just received and you furrow your brows.

best roomie ever !

where u at girl ? u didn’t come home last night

y/n :)

i’m at david’s !

slept on his couch bc it got too late

with a sigh you send the text and throw your head back. keeping your and david’s relationship a secret isn’t your favorite thing to do, and it isn’t easy either.

in fact it’s really hard, seeing those instagram models all over him and not being able to show them that he is yours. ever since you and david started dating it seemed as if you had less alone time than ever. mostly because he always had people over at his house and loved their company. the only time you really had him to yourself was at night when the two of you fell asleep, engulfed into each other’s arms.

but that isn’t enough for you; and david knows that and still doesn’t do anything about it.

nonetheless, you respect his decision of keeping your relationship a secret. although you often find yourself thinking about the way he treated liza. she had the privilege to kiss him whenever she wanted, im front of everyone. sometimes the thought makes you sad, almost jealous. but then you remember the way he kisses your head and tells you how much he loves you and how he is so lucky to have you.

and then you think that he just wants to protect you, right?

with a shaky breath you open your eyes and push yourself off the bed.

dizzy of standing up so abruptly you grab the bedframe and wait for you sight to get clearer.

after a few seconds you are able to stand straight and walk through the messy room, towards the door.

on the way you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror and smile at how small you look, clothed just in one of david’s hoodies and clickbait shorts.

you grab the door handle and push the door open, your eyes already searching for david.

“hey babe, do you have any clothes for me to-”, you start asking loudly as you turn the corner to the living room.

dozen of widely opened eyes cause you to stop mid sentence. “fuck.”, you whisper quietly as you close your eyes, shock flowing through your body.

after a few seconds of silence you carefully open your eyes and are met with the sight of your friends completely at a loss for words. you nervously fiddle with you fingers and tug a strand of your hair behind your ear, not knowing what to do next. david is going to freak out, going to be so mad.

“why are you all staring like cars?”, his amused voice sounds from besides you as he steps out of the bathroom. he lets out a giggle and sits down next to zane, not paying attention to the scenery at all, and missing your presence with that.

you clear your throat and slightly amused watch as david’s head of messy brown locks snaps up to meet your gaze.

“oh”, he mumbles before the group starts yelling their questions at you.

“are you dating?” “since when are you guys a thing?” “for real?” “yes davie! go get some!”

carly and erin squeal while the other members of the group yell at you guys.

your eyes flicker to david and you look at him remorsefully.

you didn’t plan on revealing your relationship, especially because you know that david doesn’t want anybody besides natalie to know.

he looks at your flushed face and a smile tugs on his lips. with a swift motion he grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist. you feel your heartbeat going up and david smiles at your precious reaction to his touch, even after several months of dating him.

trying to calm your nerves you hide your face in his neck and play with the curly locks at the nape of his neck.

while the other persons in the room discuss about how long the two of you had been dating and if it’s even real, david and you just sit on the couch like you always do, enjoying each other’s presence.

“you know.”, he mumbles into you ear. “you look really cute in my clothes.”

a smile spreads across your cheeks.

“you look really cute in your clothes too.”, you giggle quietly.

he admires your glowing face for a few seconds before leaning in and pressing his soft lips against yours, making your relationship finally official.