Hi! Could I get a Jughead x Reader imagine where the reader and Jughead are best friends, but the reader has feelings for Jughead but doesn’t tell him. One day she goes “undercover” to get info about Jason’s death for Jughead and he sees her undercover and realizes he has feelings for her, and then there’s some rated T action and fluff between them? Thanks!
I kinda twisted the meaning of it but it lead to *high pitched screaming*
Being best friends with Jughead Jones isn’t the easiest thing in the world. He’s not the friendliest person to begin with, but some can easily look past that, like yourself. You and Jughead had been close every since you could remember, but the summer before Sophomore year changed things. Jughead became more reclusive and less in touch with you. It all happened after Jason Blossoms’ death. The day before school started up again, you invited yourself over to his house. Needless to say, Jughead was surprised.
“Y/N?” He asked, the bags under his eyes telling you he must’ve just woken up. Despite the normal summer heat, he was wearing a loose sweater and sweatpants. Just seeing him again, after so long, made your heart flutter. You quickly pushed it down and regained your angry composure. “I haven’t seen you in months, Jug!” You said, obviously breaking him out of his tired state. He quickly pulled you inside his house, and you accidently bumped into his chest. It was so tempting to hug him, but you fought the urge and watched as he closed the door behind you. When he faced you, you saw how intense his gaze was. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N, I am.” He said, his tone serious. “I’ve been working on something,” he said as he walked past you, beckoning you to follow him. He lead you to his room then to his desk where an open laptop rested. Pages of text cluttered the screen and just by skimming through the document the words ‘Summer’, ‘Jason Blossom’, and ‘presumed dead’ caught your eye. You turned to face Jughead who stood, unmoving, next to you. “This is what you were doing?” You asked, turning back to study the words he had typed.
“Yeah, ever since I heard he was missing.” He muttered, but you couldn’t help but be amazed by your friend. His drive and dedication to his writing was eye-opening. You faced him once more with a grin on your features. “Do you need help?”
Top Ten Drunk Yuuri Moments!! °♡° Those must be AMAZING!
10) Once he and Viktor got drunk together which is always a
horrific idea and somehow they got away from the main party and over to the ice
rink where they proceeded to try and skate absolutely wasted. The night
included a lot of phrases like “Viktor why is the ice spinning?”, a lot of
slipping and falling over because alcohol and attempting jumps doesn’t mix well
and making out on the rink. Eventually they were rescued by Chris and Phichit
who stopped them from actually killing themselves being idiotic drunks
9) The third time Yuuri got drunk at university when Phichit
had to take him home because Yuuri could hardly stand and he spent the entire
journey crying about how amazing Phichit was and how much he loved him and how
he was the best friend ever and Phichit was stuck between laughing and being
8) The second time Yuuri got drunk at college and ended up
letting people do body shots off him which made him the most popular person at
the party. Phichit still has pictures but he’s banned from ever showing anyone
on pain of death
7) That one time everyone assumed that Viktor could drink
like a fish and Yuuri couldn’t because Viktor is Russian and Yuuri proceeded to
drink Viktor under the table to prove them wrong.
6) Viktor and Yuuri’s stag nights where they were supposed
to be staying apart the whole night but Yuuri got sad drunk because he missed
Viktor and Phichit had to take him to the club where Viktor was after getting a
text from Chris saying Viktor was exactly the same. They ended up spending the
night dancing together
5) Also at their bachelor parties(s) when Chris hired a
stripper pole in the private room of the club they had rented because of course he
did and convinced drunk Yuuri to show Viktor the pole dancing version of the
Eros routine. Viktor has still not recovered from this.
4) The first time Yuuri ever got drunk in college when he
went all out due to nerves and got absolutely wasted and ended up unintentionally
making a significant portion of the room question their sexualities and giving a
random guy on his course a lap dance. That guy still recalls his fondest
college memory as the time an Olympic gold medallist gave him a lap dance and
it was awesome.
3) Speaking of lap dances, the moment from my other list of
‘Top Ten Most Memorable Places Viktor and Yuuri have had sex’ where Yuuri
wasn’t drunk but he had enough alcohol in him to be very confident and gave
Viktor a lap dance in the club which very quickly led onto…other things
2) At one point while they were engaged but not married yet
Yuuri got very, very drunk and sort of just stumbled up to Viktor like ‘why are
we not married yet? Can we just get married now?’ and Viktor was so close to agreeing to it. The only
reason he didn’t do it was because their assorted family and friends would kill
them in the morning if they put up with all their bullshit for so many years
and then didn’t even get to come to the wedding as a reward.
1) The Olympics party from chapter 8 because it was pretty
spectacular and Chris still likes to tell the story whenever he wants to
embarrass Yuuri or make Viktor blush
Sawamura’s the one who talks dirty in bed and it’s absolutely filthy. Of course when the deed is done, it’s forbidden to mention what was said in bed (mostly bc Sawamura would rather die than remember that embarrassing shit) but Miyuki likes to bring it up at random times.
Request: “Hii 🤗 Could I have a reader x draco smut.
Where they both are just super horny over the day, and he fucks the reader
after their lessons? Thank you 💚”
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Word Count: 1791
Warnings: SMUTTTTTTT AND TEASING AND AHHHH
Gazing into the foggy crystal ball, you tapped your nails against
the glass, your head resting in the crook of your elbow as you released a bored
sigh. Waiting for class to begin, there was a murmur of voices filling the
room, Professor Trelawney seemingly conversing with an invisible entity as she waited
for all the students to arrive. The air was thick with laziness, this class
being one that not many came to with an enthusiastic longing. Although
divination interested you, you knew that it was difficult to master, and if you
weren’t a master it was a useless practice. Just last lesson you had predicted
a sunny week ahead, only to have the next day shrouded with dark clouds. You
grinned as you saw the reflection of a blonde boy in the ball you played with,
his aggravated expression falling instantly as you lifted your head to greet
“I foresaw your approach.” You grinned, raising a brow as you
poked at the crystal orb.
“We must have the next great seer in our midst then.” He joked
along, sitting with a huff. You could tell by the tightness in his face that
something was eating away at him.
“I also see…” You closed your eyes, rubbing your temples
mockingly. “Something’s wrong.”
Draco shuffled in his seat, a slight blush dusting the tops of his
cheeks as he struggled to hold your eye.
“I uh- tried to concoct a Sleeping Draught for myself.” He pursed
his lips, refusing to go on.
“And…?” You pushed, frowning at him.
“I tried it last night. I think… I didn’t do it properly. There’s
been some side effects.”
if you move again, I will stab you with a paint scraper,” Lardo snaps out, not
looking up from her canvas. She scratches her thumbnail over an imperfection in
the white expanse in front of her, flicking off the offending fleck.
sniffs from across the room, muttering to himself.
was that?” Lardo says, looking up at him sharply.
Lards! Nothing at all.” He’s quiet for another few seconds. “My nose itches.”
Lardo drops her head down to her chest and lets out a long-suffering sigh. She
tosses her pencil into the wells at the bottom of her easel and circles her
Move.” She chides him. Carefully, she reaches out and scratches gently along
the bridge of Nursey’s nose.
Summary: He’s always been like this. Addicted to drugs and alcohol, constantly getting into fights. He’s down a dark road and the only light that still shines is you.
A/N: I would like to apologies, this is the first time I’ve ever had a request from someone (and one other) and I stupidly answered privately so I couldn’t see the message anymore. I completely forgot to look at who requested and I deeply apologies for my stupidity.
You remember when you first saw him, Park Jimin. It was your first day at university, when you accidentally bumped into him on your way to your dorm, which just so happened to be next to his. His appearance alone scared you, yet at the same time, you had become interested. The cliché bad boy look. Tight ripped black jeans, plane white t-shirt and a leather jacket covering his broad shoulders. With cigarette in hand, he sneered at you, before roughly bumping your shoulder as he walked passed to go to his room. From that day on, you were in love.
You never spoke to him, all you did was admire him from afar as he would talk with his friends and chat up a random girl in the corridor. It hurt… A lot. Seeing him with another girl, meant he had no interest in you, and he probably never would. You were shadow to him, an insect he could squish in between his fingers, that’s how unimportant you were to him.
You buried your head further into your pillow trying to drown out the loud moans from Jimin and his lady friend next door. This had been going on for what seemed like hours, and it was the last straw. Furiously getting out of bed you stormed out of your dorm and thumped on his door loudly. Silence had finally came to his dorm, but it soon faded when you heard loud footsteps come closer to the door, and when it was opened your jaw dropped. Jimin stood before you, in nothing but his boxers, sweat dripping down his forehead and toned stomach, hair pushed back, as he ran his hand through it.
“What?” he sneered as he leaned against the door frame. “Who the fuck are you?!”
“Your neighbor. Could you please keep it down. People are trying to sleep,” you asked politely. Jimin’s eyes narrowed as he stood up straight and stepped closer to you.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?” he threatened as he towered over you, giving you a deadly glare.
“I’m not telling you, I’m asking you… Nicely,” you added as you crossed your arms over your chest. Jimins eyes wandered down to your now slightly exposed cleavage and smirked. Upon realizing where his eyes were you unfolded your arms and pulled your top up. Blushing you turned on your heel to walk away until his hand tightly grasped your wrist.
“Are you sure that’s all you wanted me to do? Because if you want to join in, you can,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. You actually thought about joining him but your face turned to disgust when you remembered he was with another girl.
“I don’t think I’d want to ruin your time with your lady. So I’ll take my leave,” you almost snapped as you snatched your wrist and walked back to your door. “Good Night,” you mumbled as you shut the door behind you. Your breathing was uneven, and you were panicking like crazy. Jimin your crush, touched you. You were a mess, especially when he offered you to join him. You regretted saying no, but you didn’t like the idea of another woman being there. You just wanted it to be the two of you, as he’d dominate you with his tongue and make you feel good in all the right ways.
It was a late Thurday afternoon, and classes had finally finished. A small sigh escaped your lips as you walked through the now quiet corridors of the university. However a sudden loud grunt caught your attention, peaking around the corner at the end of the corridor, you noticed that Jimin was pinned up against the lockers, the other boys hand firmly around his throat.
“Where the fuck is my money Jimin,” he boy snarled as his grip on Jimins throat tightened.
“Fuck you,” Jimin choked out. The boy used his other hand to collide his fist with Jimins stomach, causing you to gasp. Both heads turned to your direction where they just glared at you.
“Who’s this Jimin? Another slut you just use for your own pleasure?” the boy snarled as he let go of Jimin and made his was towards you. Roughly his hand tightened around your upper arm as he hauled you forward making you loose your balance falling to the ground.
“I barely know her, so let her be,” Jimin spat back as he straightened out his leather jacket.
“Oh I don’t think so, this little spy, could be of some good use to me,” the male licked his lips as he adjusted his trousers making you gulp nervously.
“Don’t fucking touch her Namjoon,” Jimin sneered as he stepped forward slightly.
“Oh so this girl does mean something to you. I just don’t get it Jimin, how come you can fuck any girl you want, but I can’t have this one?” Namjoon asked his glare still on you.
“Because I ask them. You haven’t,” Jimin answered back as he picked you up bridle style. “Go fuck yourself you bastard, you’re not getting near her for as long as a live.”
“Then you’ll die,” Namjoon launched himself at Jimin, making all three of you tumble to the ground, you stuck in between them. “Give me the fucking money and I won’t harm her!” Namjoon yelled. During that time, you managed to wriggle yourself out from between them and pull grab onto Namjoon’s shirt.
“How much!?” you yelled. Both of the males stopped wrestling and looked at you.
“What?” Namjoon snarled. You growled lowly before repeating your question.
“How much,” you spoke through gritted teeth, trying hard to contain your anger. Namjoon stood up and faced you.
“60.” Without hesitation you hauled out your purse and handed him the money.
“Now fuck off and leave him alone,” you snapped as you knelt down to Jimin and helped him up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” you muttered as you wrapped Jimins arm around your shoulder and guided him back to your dorm. The journey there was silent until you entered the dorm and Jimin sat down on your bed.
“Why the fuck did you help me. I never asked for it,” Jimin sneered as his hands tightened to fists.
“Because Namjoon was hurting you, and he stopped when I gave him the money. Now shut up and let me see your wounds,” you ordered as you stood in front of him with a damp cloth and a first aid kit. “Take off your shirt,” you mumbled attempting to sound confident, but failed. Jimin smirked in reply and began to unbutton his shirt. Painfully slowly he took off his shirt and laid it next to him. Jimin leaned back slightly, allowing you to see his toned stomach better. “Jesus, he got you good,” you muttered as you noticed a medium sized wound across the right side of his body.
“Tch, I’ve had worse,” he snapped back, but instantly winced when you began to dab (Does the dab) his wound with the wet cloth.
“Jesus what did you buy that got him so worked up?” you muttered, leaning back to grab the first aid kit from behind you.
“You really wanna know?” Jimin challenged, his face expressionless. Your silence allowed him to continue. “I bought come coke off of him, and I said I’d pay him back in two days, which I obviously didn’t do.” You sighed in disbelief.
“Why do you do this to yourself?” You asked him. Jimin glanced at you in curiosity. “Why do you deal drugs, take them, smoke, drink way to much, and get laid every night?! You have so much to live for and you’re destroying yourself,” you muttered, tears threatening to spill down your face.
“What the fuck do you know?” Jimin snapped.
“I know that you’re better than this! It’s clear that people fucking care for you! And you throw them away like they’re trash!” your voice raised slightly as you stood up and turned around, not wanting Jimin to see you cry.
“No one fucking cares for me! Girls only want to fuck me because I’m good in bed! Or if they are in need of stress relief! I’m their fucking toy! HOW ARE YOU TO SAY PEOPLE CARE FOR ME! WHEN CLEARLY NO ONE DOES!” Jimins loud voice echoed through out your dorm making you cover you ears for a moment.
“Well I fucking do! Okay!” Jimin stood in front of you wide eyed as you turned around, your tears staining your cheeks. “I fucking care! I have since I first bumped into you on the way to my dorm! It hurt me so fucking much, seeing you bring another girl into your dorm nearly every night. Having to put up with the constant moaning and groans that came from both of you!” After you spoke you stopped and slapped your hand over your mouth, realizing you had just confessed to him. Slowly Jimin stood large steps towards you, making you move back until the back of your calves hit the end of your bed. In one swift motion, Jimin had you pinned to the bed, hands wrapped tightly around your wrists and he stared into your eyes as if he was trying to read you.
“Why would you care, you barely know me,” he muttered as he lowered his head to the crook of your neck, where he planted soft kisses down to your collarbone.
“Because everyone deserves a second chance,” you muttered, suppressing a moan as Jimin gently sucked on your sweet spot. “Including you.” Jimin continued to kiss downwards until your shirt got in the way.
“This needs to go,” he grumbled as he slowly began to unbutton your shirt. Nervousness suddenly took over you, and you stopped him.
“W-wait. I-I’m still a virgin,” you muttered, looking away in shame. A small soft smile spread across Jimins features as he hand his hand through your hair.
“It’s fine, I promise I’ll be gentle, but only this once,” he smirked and got down to business.