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Undercover - Jughead Jones

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*

Originally posted by squintlovely


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?”

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Whiskey

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 5,717 (yup…)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! Sexual penetration, oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, language, drinking, Bucky being everyone’s wet dream…

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, but I worked HARD on this one and I’m totally proud of it! (and before anyone asks, Howl at the Moon is a real bar in Indiana!) Enjoy. :) 



You stood in the street and looked up at the new sign that was being hung up in front of the building.

Howl at the Moon

Your pride and joy. You smiled with a shake of your head. This bar had just started out a little hole in wall. Nobody knew about it, and you were barely making ends meet with only 2 people on staff.

Now, it was a world-renowned biker bar. People from all over the globe have stopped in. You have worked hard to make it what it is. The many roaring engines from motorcycles and loud laughter rule this spot.

It kept your life interesting.

The alcohol stays flowing all night long and the grill stays hot. Your most popular item on the menu? Beer served in buckets. You would be surprised at how many buckets these burly bikers can put away.

Sing-a-longs, dance-offs and dirty humor keep your patrons coming back for more. Your lady bartenders have been known to jump on the bar to dance to some old rock n’ roll. Yourself included.

Ashley, your best friend, came up beside you and looked at the sign as well. “It looks fantastic.”

You poked her with your elbow, “Well I would hope you think so, you drew up the concept.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and tipped her head, “I’m a genius.”

You looked up at the black wolf, nose pointed up at a blue moon with a howl. It was really going to stand out at night when it was all lit up.

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Yuri: “Victor…. Victor…ahh….”
Victor: “Are you alright, should I stop?”
Yuri:  “I’m fine…… don’t you dare stop….keep going. Feels so good Victor.”
Victor:  “You sound so cute calling out my name like that, Yuuuuuuri. I love hearing you moan my name..”
Yuri: I want moore…..V….v… Vitya…..
Victor  “…” *blushes and groans* “Anything for you, My Yuuuri.” 

anonymous asked:

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 really touched

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

The XX-File

Jonathan Byers x Reader

Jonathan has a file cabinet full of photos filed by genre. One day you find a file labeled XX.

Word Count:

Warnings: Smut

Note: I want more Jonathan Byers smuts in the world

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

“Jonathan? Baby, I’m here.” You looked into his room and wondered where he was. His car was out front. You sighed, figuring he went to find Will somewhere in the woods. Toeing off your shoes, you padded to drawers. You swapped your jeans and blouse for a pair of Jonathan’s boxers and a white tshirt, then opened his file cabinet. You flicked through the files, smiling when you saw one labeled with your name. You kept sliding through, looking to find something new. In the back of the file cabinet, hiding along the back seam, there was a black folder labeled with white chalk. “XX-File”.

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A Different Type of Divination

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

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

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 him.

“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.”

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