Here it is. The legendary jar. This jar helps me to FIND MONEY PHYSICALLY LAYING AROUND. For example, I found a fifty dollar bill on the ground today, laying beside a twenty, that I used to pay for my medication. Nice 😎👍🏻

Fill a small jar with nothing but small scraps of money. Paper money. Do NOT just tear the corners off of whole bills. You must find these small bits already torn off, all on their lonesome. Small enough pieces they won’t be usable anywhere. The larger the denomination, the better. It’s okay to tear up a bit to make it fit in the jar, but DONT just take bits off of full bills.

Then just kinda
Forget about the jar
Leave it laying around
When you find the jar, you can expect to find money later on. Let the jar get lost and found and lost and found. It’s the FINDING it that matters.

Happy witchin’!

hush, hush (m.) | 01

bangtan + fuckboy au

genre: smut (!!!) | angst (!!!) | oral sex | hate fuck | closet sex

word count: 4.4k

Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.

You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.

Or at least, they were.

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Degrade(Yoongi Smut)

Trigger Warning:

The chandelier above your head shined a bright radiant gold as it hung low over the heads in the crowds.  The golden dressed that hugged your waist and dipped low in the front matched the hanging sculpted light. Your hair was pinned up in loose curls some strands framing the sides of your face as you laughed and indulged in minor chatter between you and the men you were around. Your arm was placed on hip of a male who wanted your attention tonight like you wanted his. His hands were currently drawing a patterned X on your lower black, the tips of his fingers brushing against the top of your ass. The thin fabric of the dress clung to your body, your weight shifting as you moved to press down on your left heel looking around once more at the crowd in front of you, your hand reached out to grab a drink and bring it to your lips.

“How about we get out of here?” Your guest whispered, and you nodded your head smirking up at him.

“I would like that. Give me time to freshen up yes?” You asked as you made your way towards the bathroom letting him go. Gliding through the crowds of people, your eyes sought out one familiar person. Min Yoongi. Seeing the male dressed up in a dark blue tux with a black button down shirt under it you couldn’t help but move to stand beside him.

“Good evening all of you, I hope you are all having a good night.” You stated letting your eyes linger on everyone.

“We were doing fine until you came.” Yoongi countered looking at you with slight irritation. Who told you to where such a revealing dress? It burned him up to the core.

“Well then you can keep your mouth shut while I talk to the rest.” You smirked as the men around Yoongi laughed.

“In that case if my presence is no longer needed my date and I will leave.” Yoongi bowed respectfully to the elders walking off to fetch his date. Your eyes wandered down his body and back up, frowning deeply you moved to fill the little gap he left in but you wanted to talk him and find out his deal.

Ever since you were younger Yoongi always spited you for everything you did. And you never understood why he didn’t like you. It wasn’t like you weren’t attractive apparently, you were a hot commodity because every male and female wanted a piece of you. And you were never one to let anyone down. Your parents were important people, an actor and a classical composer meaning they were never around at home leaving you to your lonesome. One thing lead to another and before you knew it you were joking with a guy in high school about him giving you fifty bucks for a blow job. You could say you were very surprised when you were wiping the cum off your lips and he was handing you a crisp fifty-dollar bill to add to your savings. And you thought to yourself if you could get that from one guy, imagine what you could get from a whole population. That’s how you started it, bribing men to give you thing in exchange for your body and your time. It was a beautiful life that you created for yourself one where you worked and upheld a decent name for yourself as well as keep attention that you wanted. And you didn’t always have to sleep around, sometimes a video of your fingers buried deep in your pussy or your pierced breast pressed together was enough to get them off. Of course, sometimes you felt bad going after many people, you had married men who would always want to buy you things and or just spend time with you, have someone to listen to. Everyone had given you what you wanted, attention and gifts like the true princess you were with her pretty little head held high. But there was just one man who acted as if the very sight of you repulsed him. You had known Yoongi and his parents as long as you could remember. His family owning their own business both his mother and father were the CEO’s of the company. Yoongi was just as wealthy and privileged as you but for some reason he didn’t appear to be as lonely. He had a few girls that he kept with him but it was always the same few and they never changed. You always questioned why he kept people close to him that weren’t gorgeous like yourself. It never truly dawned on you that you were jealous, because you could have whoever you wanted! But for some reason you wanted him, he was just so sexy and masculine. He kept himself subtle but the look in his eyes held a dark secret. You sighed to yourself, feeling the ache between your legs just thinking about those plump lips pressing against your lower ones, his tongue how it would flutter and grind against your clit. You almost released an audible groan, not aware that your breast was becoming pert nubs or the fact that your piercings were starting to show through.

“Y/N are you ready?” Your date asked wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you as flush close to his body as he could. He was a bit jealous watching how oblivious you were with that dazzling smile and how everyone else eye fucked you.

“Yes my love, I’m ready.” You smiled up at the male grateful for him coming along. Following him outside and eventually ending up tangled in his bed sheets, you shut your eyes and imagined that he was none other than the dark haired deep eyed male letting you control him for just once in your lifetime.

It had been a few weeks since your last run in with Yoongi. But you knew without a doubt that he would be at this social gathering at a close colleague’s house, you could almost say she invited him for you. Standing in the mirror you put on something casual, a zip up body suit with lace over your breast and ripped skinny jeans. Your hair flowing down straight and loose, makeup on your face with prominent but nothing overboard. Grabbing at your ankle heels you placed them on your feet and made your way to your friend’s house.

Standing around, your eyes danced around the room, your body becoming nervous as you waited for Yoongi to come. You hated yourself because you wanted him so bad and he didn’t give a damn about you. But it didn’t matter as soon as you saw Yoongi stepping into the space you were in with a black turtle neck on and skinny jeans you wanted to melt on the spot. On his arm was one of his favorite girls, a pretty brunette with a heart shaped face and an innocent aura about her. Going for just watching him today you wanted to stay back from him but your date decided you two should go talk to him.

“Love he is busy leave him be.” You tried to reason as you were tugged by an older gentleman towards Yoongi and his group of friends.

“Nonsense we are all here to talk and have a fun time.” The male explained as you all walked up. Yoongi’s happy smile was replaced with a grimace as he saw you and for the first time your cocky exterior was cracking. Shifting nervously, you pressed against your date and his comforting hand strokes down your lower back made you calm down.

“Y/N you look a little pale. Would you like something to drink?” Yoongi asked idly. You nodded your head about to leave but your date stopped you saying he would handle it. “So, what’s the old man giving you?” Yoongi asked and you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s none of your business what I get from the deal.” You snarled at him and you could see the anger growing in his face.

“Of course, it is. Everything you do is since it effects both of our families but you’re going around acting like a typical whore on the street.” Yoongi growled as he pressed his hands together in a hard line in front of him.

“Nothing I fucking do concerns you! I’m a grown ass woman who does what the fuck I want with who I want. And if you need to really know he’s giving me a new pair of kicks.” You said proudly.

“Look she’s so proud to be a slut.” Yoongi chuckled causing the people in the circle to laugh as well.

“You know what how, fuck you and go worry about those ugly girls you keep having on your shoulders.” You turned on your heels to leave not knowing why you were insulting them because they hadn’t done anything to you, Yoongi just really knew how to piss you off.

“What you call ugly I call art. At least unlike you they are faithful to me. And no thank you I’d never fuck a pussy as loose and worn out as yours.” Yoongi responded. “Besides you couldn’t even handle what I would do to you. These girls obey me.” Yoongi stated dismissing you. Turning around on your heels you glared at him, the anger raising in your face as you took minor steps forward towards him.

“Excuse me!? Loose pussy! I’m pretty sure the ones you fuck have a loose pussy or how else could your tiny dick fit inside of it? I bet it feels like a teddy bear is humping them whether they are on top or bottom. It’s funny that you think yourself is not art then because I’ve never called you ugly but maybe I should. Also, I could handle anything you gave me but no loose lips remember?” You countered back, it wasn’t the strongest attack and you felt like a child for it.

“Oh look the little baby can speak words, and she is starting to form her own sentences. I’m proud. I find it cute that you are confessing your feelings to me, I think I’m cute too. As far as I’m concerned, my size is not anything you need to know. Now run along and go ride on that dick, I know you want to.” Yoongi tilted his head towards the older male who was at the bar.

“Fuck you, you talk shit but you can’t back it up. See you around baby penis and remember I can handle whatever I want you just aren’t capable of taming me.”

“You actually think you’re tough.” Yoongi said to you rolling his neck as he took off his glasses. “But since you like indulging in child’s play so much, I’ll put you in your place right now little girl.” Yoongi gave his glasses to the girl who came with him, taking steps forward he opened his mouth to address you again. “You little slut, dirty whore. Cheap bitch.” With every word, he said to you he got closer, one hand pushing you back a bit making you stumble back until you were in the middle of the guest. “Filthy cumslut.”

“NO I’M NOT!” You shouted at him. “And I never will be any of those things. So, don’t ever call me those things again.” You didn’t realize how your voice rang or that Yoongi had set you up for failure, he gave a disappointing dry smirk.

“Exactly, which is why I would never want someone like you.” Yoongi kept his eyes on yours, and hearing the clearing of throats you looked around to see everyone look at you. You were embarrassed and upset with him. Your date who watched the whole thing go on slipped out and left you there, your plans were ruined. Turning on your heels you ran as your bottom lip quivered from anger and embarrassment. Punching a wall as you made your wall outside it created a hole that you felt in your heart.

All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that, getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything, Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were worth it and you would make him take back his words.

All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that, getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything, Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were worth it and you would make him take back his words.

The next morning when you got up, you laid in your bed for a while thinking on if this was really what you wanted to do and you did. You wanted to prove a point, you wanted to feel Yoongi. You were so angry with him but you wanted him at the same time and it was torture. You wanted to know why you weren’t enough for him. Getting out of your bed you threw on a pair of gray shorts and a black tank top. It didn’t take long for you to get yourself presentable enough to go and confront Yoongi. Marching up towards his door you knocked three times crossing your arms over your chest. You bit on your bottom lip when no one answered reaching forward you started to slam you fist against the door not taking the silence to well. Yoongi was shouting from the hallway and you could hear it, you were starting to become nervous as you rocked yourself back and forth on your feet. Yoongi opened the door looking down at you a mix of emotions washing over his face before a hard-tight smile was pressed onto his features.

“What do you want little girl?” He asked snarling at you. His tone made you push inside of his house past him as you glared up at him.

“We need to talk.” You said calmly.

“No, we don’t now get out.” Yoongi gripped at your wrist trying to pull you outside but you jerked away from him shaking your head.

“I’m not going any fucking where until you talk to me.” Yoongi was annoyed, cursing he slammed the door and gripped at your wrist tighter pulling you to him before his hand wrapped around your neck instead and he pressed you against the wall.

“The last thing you are going to do is bring your ass in here and tell me what to do. You need to watch your mouth and that little princess attitude. The world doesn’t owe you.” Yoongi remarked trying to be as calm as he can.

“And who’s going to make me watch it? Teddy bear?! I do what I want bitch.” You slapped Yoongi on his face trying to get him to let you go. Yoongi could feel the hand print on his face, looking back at you he slapped you back before he pulled on your hair dragging you down the hallway behind him.

“HEY LET ME GO!” You shouted out as you followed after him reluctantly.

Yoongi was quick to throw you on the bed wrestling with you to pull down your shorts and panties leaving you with just your shirt on. He slammed his room door shut and locked it. You tried to get up and dash for the door but Yoongi only caught you and kept you in his arms as he moved around his room getting things he thought he would need. Slamming you back down on the bed, he turned on his video camera. “Look at what little slut came to play with me.” Yoongi chuckled huskily his eyes growing dark as he looked down at your body. Your plump thighs on display for him as your hands tried to pull down your shirt. Yoongi could feel all his want creeping back into his body but he shook it off telling himself it would pay off it he just waited. “Here I have a few rules but the main is simple, I am the dom and you are my slave. If you can’t handle what I say or you feel it’s too hard then you might want to leave right now. You entering in this room means you gave yourself to me. Everything that I want to do to you is ok. Do you understand?” Yoongi asked pulling out his phone, he hit the audio record button repeating everything again holding out the phone to you. You didn’t know what to do until he showed you that it was recording and you understood.

“I-I understand.” You nodded your head and he smirked shutting off his phone.

“Perfect, now I know you are used to getting your way and having people baby you but you will not have that here. You are aiming to please me today, I could care less if you cum or not.” Yoongi muttered as he sat up his camera and took things out of his drawer to align along the top dresser. He turned on the camera hitting record as he watched you lay on the bed looking at him with an almost innocent expression that he wanted to wipe off your face.

“Touch yourself for me.” He commanded leaning against the dresser and you sighed.

“I can’t do that.” You frowned leaning back on your hands.

“And why not? All sluts know how to play with themselves.” He responded back looking at your figure.

“Well because I’m not turned on and I am not a slut.” You got defensive feeling your face heat up as he called you that.

“I don’t remember asking for you to speak back to me slut. Now I will say this again touch yourself of you can get the fuck out. If you can’t get horny that’s not my problem, you walk around here with your head held high and you can’t even get your own pussy wet? You’re pathetic and certainly not a sub I’d want.” Yoongi looked off unimpressed with you parts of him expecting you to leave from his harsh words, but what he got was better than what he expected.

You opened your legs for him, still very offended by what he said but if anything, it made you want to prove a point. Your hand went to cup your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly you shut your eyes, thinking about the man in front of you that made you wet. How deep his voice was, or how long his fingers were. How it would feel to have him touching you like this, complimenting you instead of talking down on you. Your pussy got wetter, allowing you to feel like you were replacing your hand with his, stroking over your lips you pressed a finger against your clit stifling a groan.

“No. Here you will moan.” Yoongi commanded, you were never a moaner your voice bothered your own ears and you never thought anyone else would like it so you didn’t. Sliding your middle finger inside of your pussy you bit your lip again to quiet yourself shaking your head.

“I can’t.” You replied as you tried to ignore him and press your finger deeper inside of you. You heard him moving things on his desk but you didn’t think too look, slowly getting warmed up you moved your finger in and out of your dampening heat pushing it as deep as you could.

“I’ll say it again. Moan.” Yoongi commanded with a dark voice. You shook your head disobeying again and that was your mistake. Yoongi was pressing the shock wand against you causing you to yelp and jerk from the item looking to see what it was. “Did I tell you to stop?!” Yoongi asked pressing the wand against your skin causing you to cry out as you shook your head no. Your finger pressed back inside of your pussy, your hips rolling off the bed as you gave him a tiny unsure moan, he raised the shock wand to press it against your inside thigh and you moaned out his name in sheer fear of the item sending jolts through your body, it was a hard press that caused a slight pain. He moved back, watching you and you felt your heart rate calm down again. Shutting your eyes slowly you added your second finger curving them inside of your tight heat moaning for him, your legs starting to press down against the bed as you thought of this as doing it for a gift or anything that would benefit you.

“Look at me.” Yoongi commanded, your eyes slowly opened to land on his, it made you flustered how he watched you, your own eyes unsure and very flustered. You looked off and Yoongi picked up the wand from the dresser causing you to gasp and look back at him.

“Tell me, what do you want little girl? You could have all these men, and here you are my dirty slut on my bed finger fucking her pink little pussy. What can I do for you?” Yoongi asked you. Opening your mouth, you paused to think about the question before you looked at him thrusting your hips up.

“Do I really have to say it?” You asked softly your fingers slowing down inside of your pussy.

“One. If you slow your fingers down I will punish you so speed them up until I say stop. And two yes, to be a sub I need to know as your dom what you want from me. I cannot give you what I think you want. You claim you are so great, you should have no problem using that mouth.” Yoongi retorted and you frowned.

“Fuck you.” You spat out. In a flash Yoongi was standing in front of you at an angle where the camera caught everything.

“Fuck me?” He asked slamming his hands down on the insides of your thighs. “Fuck me?” He asked again slamming his hand down harder on your skin leaving imprints causing you to whine as he grabbed at your neck pushing you into the bed, holding up the shock wand he started to press it against your parted thighs and on top of your shirt causing you to whimper and squirm not wanting to feel the shocking jolts. “If I were you I would watch my mouth little girl. The only one who will get fucked here may be you if you play your cards right. And I said to move those fingers faster!” Yoongi growled as he pressed the wand down above your clit scaring you shitless. Your fingers picked up speed pressing harder into your soaked entrance, watching as he pulled back and smirked down at you letting your throat go so that he could slap at your thighs. “What do you want?” He asked after he was successful in turning your skin red, your body was throbbing every hit made you jolt, everything had you feeling very sensitive to touch.

“I want you to fuck me.” You responded as your fingers brushed against your clit, sweat starting to form against your forehead.

“That’s all? Anyone can do that.” Yoongi sighed going to grab at something else on his dresser.

“Your dirty talk sucks.” He admitted coming back up to stand in front of you.

“You may have a great pussy but you lack, and unless you can convince me before I get bored of you that I should fuck you then there is no need for you. I have my favorites.” He smirked seeing the look of slight defeat on your face mixed with irritation. “Change my mind.” He breathed out huskily, leaning down he kissed up your parted thighs causing you to whine out for him. His teeth gripping at the hems of your shirt pulling it upwards as he listened to the sounds of your fingers brushing inside of your heat. He leaned down letting his tongue flick against your pussy lips, your head rolled back as your stomach tightened up you cried out louder for him, wanting to feel more of the playful flicks he was giving to you.

“Yoongi! I’m going to cum!” You announced but he had other plans. Pulling back, he pulled at the shock wand shaking his head.

“No.” He stated simply leaning down to lick against your pussy.

“No?!” You questioned him, feeling in the back of your mind you should’ve known better.

“I said no!” Yoongi growled out hovering the wand over your pussy. “Bad girls don’t get cummies and you are far from a good little slut, you will not cum until I say so or I swear you will get me off and I will give a fuck about if you find pleasure today or not.” You groaned rolling your head back trying to move your fingers and thrust at another spot but Yoongi shocked you twice. “No cheating, fuck your spot.” Yoongi commanded. You shifted your fingers again acting as if you found your spot and though you were moaning for life Yoongi saw through your bullshit. “Untrustworthy slut.” He chuckled angrily going to his desk to grab at a purple dildo. He pried your fingers away from your heat throwing your hand away as he pressed the dildo against your entrance. “Suck on your fingers like a good girl or you get the wand.” Him saying the words alone had you shoving your fingers down your throat moaning around them as he slid the toy inside of you, turning it on low he watched your reactions as he thrust it in and out of you at different spots wanting to find where you lost your mind. You were doing good of riding the toy always trying to one up him. Yoongi gripped at your hips pushing you down against the bed, a cry erupting from your lips as the toy found your spot. Your head rolled back as the vibrations were turned to medium, Yoongi leaned down to lick up your juices that were escaping from your pussy, biting back a groan he let his tongue dance up and down your lips, soon he was pressing his tongue against your throbbing clit that wanted attention. He watched you shift your hips, his tongue making a slow languid lick up and down as he kept you pinned to the bed.

“I can’t Yoongi!” You cried out, the vibrations becoming too much. This only excited him more, he switched the knob on the bottom making sure it was on the highest settings not pulling the toy out as he watched you writhe against the bed.

“Be a good girl. Don’t cum.” Yoongi warned moving to stand over you. He let his hands start to slap at your thighs again, eliciting sweet moans from your lips that he didn’t get the first time. You just didn’t know it but you were starting to break for him piece by piece. He saw your hardened breast under your shirt and he leaned down to flick his tongue against it, feeling little balls on each side he knew you had a piercing, looking up at you with surprise he kept his mouth shut for now, pulling on the piercing with his teeth as you shook your head.

“Are you going to cum?” He teased as he saw your toes curl, your thighs lifting as your face got red. Yoongi was un merciful as he let the toy assault your spot, knowing the vibrations were killing you.

“It’s too much.” You whined, your stomach clenching as you shut your eyes from the pleasure.

“Look at me. I said look at me!” He grabbed at the shock wand pulling the dildo back as he started to shock you making you feel in a state of having an orgasm and losing it at the same time, you were frustrated that you had been denied, your juices leaked out on the bed. Yoongi smirked at the puddle you had made.

“Shirt off.” He said and you did as instructed taking off your shirt and throwing it onto the ground.

“Lick up your juices.” Yoongi pointed at his bed.

“I don’t know who’s been on this bed.” You twisted up your face. Yoongi grabbed at your hair pulling you until he was pushing your face down into the puddle of juices, his free hand reaching for a cane flogger that he slapped against your back causing your skin to mark up as you tried to yell out in pain, feeling suffocated as your face was pressed against the damp spot.

“As of now, the whore that’s been on the bed is you so you shouldn’t have a problem licking up your own juices unless your pussy isn’t all that great.” Yoongi growled his fingertips brushing against your scalp as he pulled your head back, looking in your eyes he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll say it again. Fucking lick it up.” It was something about the darkness in his eyes that made you not want to question what would happen if you didn’t do it. Leaning down against the bed, your tongue stuck out as you started to lick at the wet spot, your cheeks burning as he let you go and went for his camera pressing it in your face. You stopped and he glared grabbing at the wand. You went back to licking the spot swirling your tongue around the silk materialled sheets that he had on his bed.

“Do you taste good slut?” He asked and you nodded your head. “That’s a good little slut.” Yoongi praised, it did something to your insides, your pussy was already a state but hearing him say good anything had you liking the sound of it, your toes curling as you wanted to hear more of it from him. Yoongi sat the camera back down looking back at you he grabbed more toys. “On your back.” He commanded and you did so, watching him. He leaned down letting his tongue glide against your nipples one by one. Soft moans echoed from your lips as you arched your back, your hands tangling into the sheets beside you.

“You’re starting to give into daddy.” Yoongi commented as he bit down onto your piercings, his tongue delighted to feel the metal balls pressed against your pert nipples. He gripped at the nipple clamps pressing them down on each of your breast. You winced wanting to take them off, to make it worse he started to pull on the chain causing you to groan wanting to be free of the things.

“Tell me what you want.” Yoongi asked again moving to take off his shirt, your eyes roamed his figure looking over his smooth flawless skin, he had one hickey on his collarbone and that made you feel jealous, looking up in his eyes you bit on your bottom lip clearing your throat.

“I want you to touch my pussy, to play with me. Use your tongue.” You said avoiding his gaze.

“You’re getting a little better. Who am I?” He asked and you lifted an eyebrow.


“Nope try again.” He said and you frowned.

“I’m not calling you daddy.” Oh but you will. He promised darkly. “On all fours. Ass up face down.” You rolled over for him, getting into position as he wanted, you heard him shift around behind you, not knowing what he grabbed but soon you felt him pour some substance on you that you took as oil or something of the sort. Yoongi rubbed it into your ass, grabbing a paddle he aligned the cool mahogany colored wood against your ass striking you once. A loud cry of pain erupted from your lips as you looked over your shoulders up at him. Yoongi winked down at you hitting your ass again watching as the flesh jiggled. He grabbed the purple vibrator sliding it back inside of your pussy, he thrust it in and out of you while he spanked your ass.

“Who am I?” He asked again as he saw your hips move, the dildo thrusting against your spot as quick as he could move his hand. Your back arched and he slammed the paddle back down onto your body, you didn’t speak thinking you could get away with it. Yoongi growled taking the toy from you and denying you any pleasure. He swung the paddle down against your ass until it was a blistering red color, the prints looking angry against your skin. He trailed his fingers across the marks disappointed that you weren’t listening to him. He dropped the paddle rolling you onto your back. Smiling sweetly, he grabbed at a small plastic bag setting it on the bed, the other hand connecting his black battery on the underside of a glue gun that he had. Yoongi walked around the bed, reaching under to get restraints to cuff your arms wrist above your head on the bed. He walked back around you undoing the tied-up plastic bag watching you.

“It’s been a while, since I’ve did this to someone, but you will break. And if you cum, you will not ever get to touch me again.” He promised looking you in your eyes. He pushed the dildo back inside of you, letting the high vibrations ring through your body. Your hands jerked on the cuffs that were around your wrist. He moved to press the hot glue gun against your chest.

“What are you-“ You couldn’t even ask because he slapped your pussy causing you to gasp as he squeezed down on the trigger, the hot liquid pressing on your skin and causing you to hiss. It was so hot that the smoke was rising from it as he slid it down in a line.

“TAKE IT OFF!” You cried out, your body turning red as Yoongi decorated a pattern on your stomach with it.

“Say the words and I will.” Yoongi responded as if it wasn’t a big deal. You grit your teeth watching you and hating him, he smirked drawing the glue down to your thighs. “Do you know why I chose glue instead of wax?” He asked and when you shook your head he smirked pulling his whip from his drawer setting the hot glue gun down over paper towel. “it’s easier to break off.” He commented as he started to whip your skin. Loud curses of pain left your lips, but strangely enough some part of you liked it, every strike that he cracked against your skin. Yoongi gripped at the shock wand with his free hand pressing it against your body, you became a mess, writhing with a dildo buried inside of your crying out, almost literally as your eyes welled up. Yoongi kept going not pausing or slowing down.

“What am I?” He urged again, letting the whip focus on your abused nipples that were already suffering from the clamps.

“Daddy!” You shouted out, anger washed over you, you were embarrassed to be giving into him, he chuckled sitting down the shock wand that had your body writhing, he gripped at the dildo pressing it against your spot fucking you with it quickly.

“Say it again.” He commanded, you looked at him but the striking of the whip caused your mind to blank and you just reacted.

“Daddy! Fuck daddy! Please.” You whimpered out feeling your hips jerk against the toy, you wanted to cum so badly.

“No.” Yoongi denied you again pulling the toy from you. You were angry with that man you wanted to get up and walk away but you couldn’t because you agreed to stay, you had wanted this all these years and now you were getting it. Yoongi gripped at the hot glue gun again, pouring more on your body but this time he was sticking little pieces of paper to it. Looking down through teared eyes you watched as he decorated your body. He gripped at your hair pulling your head up a bit so that you could see better.

“All these words on your body are what you are to me. A dirty filthy slut. A cumslut, a sperm dumpster. A rag doll whose only good for fucking.” Yoongi commented, your eyes watered up more at his words, his other hand let the glue gun go as he stroked your clit, your anger slowly being replaced by pleasure but the tears poured from your eyes.

“Say it.” Yoongi commented. He knew you hated this, the look on your face, being turned on by those words said to you but your hips moved, your body was craving his fingers to brush against you, you wanted him. He slipped two fingers inside of you stretching you out and finger fucking you. You bit on your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead against yours, moaning as he rolled his hips against one of your legs. He was intoxicating and he was indeed breaking you. “Are you going to be good for daddy?” He asked softly curling his fingers against your spot. Your mouth flew open as you let out a jagged breath. “That’s right baby, I want this pussy. I want you to feel good. But you have to give into daddy.” He said the words so sweetly almost as if it were a promise. You shut your eyes before opening them again, rolling your hips against his fingers. “What are you?” He asked licking across your bottom lip.

“I’m daddy’s little slut.” You whispered out to embarrassed to say it louder.

“What?” He asked you, his fingers picking up speed.

“I-I’m daddy’s little slut.” You said again a bit louder as his fingers continued to assault your spot.

“Yeah? You’re my dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you?” Yoongi growled biting on your bottom lip causing you to whimper as he finger fucked you harder.

“Yes I am!” You cried out as your stomach tightened but you knew you had to hold it, you just knew it.

“All mine to fuck and destroy, everything on you is mine, even this dirty little pussy.” Yoongi pulled his hand back to slap at your pussy before he shoved in three fingers inside of you soon making it four.

“Say it. Say what you are.” Yoongi worked on your slicked pussy, watching as you struggled to speak because of the pleasure. Instead of slowing down he added another finger inside of you, all his fingers and his thumb buried into your pussy. Grabbing at the shock wand he pressed it against your skin causing you to cry out.

“I’m your dirty little fuck toy! Everything is yours! Yes, daddy it’s all yours.” You cried out rolling your head back before you could feel his fist closing up inside of you. “Daddy no! Daddy please no.” You looked down at him as he started to fist you. Yoongi smirked proudly, you were the second girl he ever tried this with, sliding his fisted hand in and out of you he rubbed your clit with his hand after he sat down the wand.

“Sluts get fisted baby girl. Look at how you’re taking this fist up your pussy. You’re that loose? A fucking whore I knew it. On your knees, all the time. How many men have you let do this?” He teased causing your face to heat up as you moaned your eyes shutting as he fucked you. You were embarrassed you knew you were sight to see with all these words hot glued on your body and a man’s fist up your pussy. Your hair was starting to stick to your face, your body was having a hard time regulating breathing. Yoongi slowly removed his fist and his hand from you when he knew you wanted to cum. It hurt so bad, your pussy was throbbing with release, the juices were sliding from you and you felt empty. Looking up at Yoongi you watched as he took off his pants walking around the bed. “Open.” He commanded you.

He dropped his boxers as you looked up at him, seeing his hard cock spring out to press in the air. The tip was red and angry, his veins popping out against his skin and he looked sexually frustrated. Yoongi waited for you to open your mouth, sliding you up a bit, he made sure your head was hanging off the bed, his slipped his cock past your lips opening his legs wider to be on either side of his face. He started to roll his hips forward burying himself down your throat as much as he could. Rutting his hips forward he watched as you stretched your mouth wide trying to fit him in without choking too much. His balls were slapping you in the face causing you to become more flustered as his fingers busied themselves back on your clit.

“Mmm you’re sucking me so well. You must really like my balls in your face. Or you’re just a very cock hungry girl.” He teased as he picked up the speed of his hips. Yoongi gripped at your hips lifting you up in the air, your legs on either side of his face as you were hanging upside down. Not able to do much but place your hands on his knees due to the restraints you felt your heart pound hard in your chest at the thought of him dropping you. Yoongi started to lick at your abused pussy, shoving his tongue into your entrance he tasted all of you burying his face as much as he could. He gave you moans letting it vibrate onto your body as you moved your head up and down on his shaft, your tongue finding his most sensitive parts and attacking them, Yoongi knew you were good at head which was why he saved this, it was hard enough not giving into you. He wanted you but he had to treat you like he hated you or he would have always given in. Yoongi let his tongue swirl around your pussy, mapping out the insides of your slick heat. His tongue licked up all your juices, before he pulled back to grab at your ass cheeks and spread them wide, looking at the camera and hearing you whimper around his dick lodging it down your throat causing you to choke as he teased your asshole. He smirked proud to get the reactions out of you that he wanted.

He slowly pulled away and pressed you down into the bed before he pulled out of your mouth. Yoongi gripped at the restraints taking them off you moving back to slide the camera stand close to the bed. He pulled at your hips moving you until you had one leg pushed up and the other down, on your stomach but your upper half was twisted. He aligned himself with your heat, but he didn’t push in. “Fuck yourself on it pro.” He responded slapping at your ass cheek. You huffed, licking over your swollen lips you tried to move your position. “No, just like this, I want to capture that wet pussy taking me in on camera.” He admitted as he kept you in place. Slowly you slide down on his cock, your head rolling back as you took only half of him in. You didn’t need time adjusting thanks to him and other encounters. Bouncing yourself on his dick as much as you could your hands fisted the sheets under you as you rode him. Yoongi bit on his bottom lip knowing your game. You only took half of him in so you wouldn’t moan or get caught by the camera enjoying it or doing too much work. He gripped at the top of your thigh by your hip sliding himself forward earning a moan of pleasure from your lips. It was the first time you had bothered to take anyone in all the way and no one until now had caught your game. Yoongi leaned over your body, grinding his hips forward as your hand pressed on his lower stomach.

“Fuck Y/N. I see why you stay tight. Have you been cheating all these years’ baby girl? That’s.. Cute” Yoongi admitted slowly snapping his hips forward he pulled back to grab at the camera pressing it downwards to look at how he connected with you, your ass meeting his hips as he slipped deeper inside of you.

“Daddy don’t.” You whimpered slightly feeling full of his cock buried inside of you, becoming connected to him in ways that you had never done before. Yoongi had his own agenda staring to speed up he held the camera in place as he watched you.

“Don’t what? Fuck this little pussy until you’re cumming? Fuck you into the mattress? Or paint all of you white because you don’t know how to handle teddy bear’s dick?” Yoongi smirked as he continued to snap his hips against yours picking up speed. His impactful thrusts got harder, his lust filled eyes studied your body, Yoongi leaned down to grab at the chain pulling it causing your breast to feel sore and you whined out laying against the bed. He made sure that every thrust had you gasping for air or calling out for him in some way. He sat the camera back down keeping you in position, his free hand pulled at your hair as he turned your head to his. Kissing your lips, he wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth giving you a very wet and sloppy kiss, your teeth clashing with one another as he fucked you harder. He gave a pattern hitting your spot three times before he missed on purpose. He pulled back to growl against your lips, looking in your eyes as his hand moved to grab at your neck instead. He shifted his hips to land strictly against your spot, causing you to try and gasp for air as he brought you down against him, slamming you on his shaft. He bit on your jaw, his other hand pressing down into the bed as he ruined you on his sheets. Your eyes were overflowing with water, the mix between pain and pleasure, your stomach tightening up and air cutting off was too much. You were overwhelmed but it felt great and you knew soon you were going to cum.

“You want something?” Yoongi growled, rolling his hips forward pulling out until he had just the tip in and slamming back inside of you creating a faster rhythm, his hips were starting to feel sore and he had the strongest urge to cum but he had to get you off first.

“Can I cum?” You whispered as his grip got a little tighter.

“Can you cum what pet?” He asked you as he watched your eyes drop and your face form the most beautifully aroused expression he had ever seen in a slave.

“Can I cum daddy?” You asked before you looked in his eyes. “Please let me cum Yoongi.” The way you said his name, had him groaning out yours as he nodded. “Cum kitten.” He wasn’t going to last long but seeing you give into your orgasm and tighten up around his shaft, how your whole body shook and bent to his will, your essence sliding out on his cock as he released your neck was enough. Yoongi quickly picked you up, pressing your back against his chest and spreading your legs out wide he fucked you in the air pounding his hips up creating more lewd sounds of skin colliding with skin your juices dripping down to his balls. He continued slamming into you until you were a sobbing mess meeting your second orgasm. Yoongi released as soon as you did the second time, slamming you down on the bed he pinned your wrist beside your head driving into you harder, both of your legs spread as he let his shaft penetrate you. You were trying to move, the overstimulation becoming too much as he fucked your spot harder. It took a bit longer but he had you cumming for the third time pinning you in place, his hips circling against your ass, his wet balls slapping against your pussy, Yoongi pulled back feeling another wave hit him, his cum shooting out in thick ropes onto your lower back and your ass some escaping to slip down your crack. Yoongi took deep breaths combing his dark blue and black hair from his face. Letting his heart calm down he lifted you up a bit taking off the nipple clamps and going to turn off the camera. He started to clean up his stuff as you lay there soaked in cum and hot glue with letters. You rolled over on your back, slowly starting to unpeel the letters from your body. You felt sore and your eyes searched for the male that had escaped into the bathroom and turned on his shower. You got up, thinking that it was all over wanting to just go back home to bask in this and frown that it was over but at least you had more dates.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked you as he came from his closet with a towel around his waist going towards his bathroom.

“I’m going home.” You said as if it was obvious. “I have a date later.” You reached for your shirt but Yoongi snatched it smirking.

“No you don’t. You’re mine now. And that doesn’t mean I’m your man but when I call you, then you come running because that’s what we agreed on.” He smirked at the color drain from your face.

“It was a one-time thing!” You shouted.

“Ahh see that’s where you’re wrong. You see, I have a sex tape of you now. And that means unlike your little plan of just fucking me to say you got me, I enjoy degrading you very much and I plan to do it as many places as possible.” He winked before you opened your mouth.

“I’ll sue! You can’t do this!” You yelled glaring at him because you couldn’t fathom the fact that someone could one up you or trap you especially him!

“Well I’ll tell you what. If you do sue, I have a voice audio as a verbal agreement between us. I will also let you go, but I get to show your parents. And all the men you’ve ever screwed. I know for a fact the things I’ve done to you no man hasn’t. O-Oh~ Yoongi.” Yoongi smirked faking one of your moans causing your body to become heated with rage and a deep scarlet set on your skin. You sat there rooted in place unbelieving this had happened to you.

“See, you may be smart but I am smarter. Why do you think I stayed away? Not because I didn’t want you, I just had to play your game. SO now you belong to daddy who is going to shower, and when he comes back you better be clean and waiting for me to tell you what you and I will do today. But since you had to misbehave so quickly then I won’t bother to tell you where the bathroom is. But it does take me on average ten minutes to shower.. If I was my hair.” Yoongi shut the door and you thought about escaping or even disobeying but one sound of the shocker pressing against the door had him gloating and you limping to find the nearest bathroom.


I literally redid this story four times so I hope you all really like it.

The Club

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Reader and Dean go undercover at a strip club

Word Count:  2406

Warnings: Extreme over usage of the word ‘fuck’, smut

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by acklesjensen

The Club

Dean holds out a pink shopping bag. “I had to guess the size,” he says, “but I think it’ll fit.”

Hesitantly, you take it. Moving aside the tissue paper, you pull out the lacy g-string and bra. Can you even call it a bra? It’s two barely-there triangles of fabric held together with flimsy string. At the bottom of the bag are stiletto heels. It’s so tiny, there’s no way it’s the right size.

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, shoving everything back into the bag. “No fucking way.”  

Dean gives you an exasperated look. “We’ve been over this. It’s the best way to get information. And our guy targets strippers. You chat up the girls that work in the club while I keep an eye on the audience.”

Yeah, you bet he’ll be keeping an eye on things. On all those scantily clad women with perfect fucking bodies that look nothing like you. You’ll be wearing next to nothing with all eyes on you, including Dean’s. It’s pretty much the most mortifying thing you can think of. If only it were Sam going with you to the club, at least you’d feel a little less anxious. It’d still be embarrassing for Sam to see you nearly naked, gyrating on a stage in front of a crowd of men, but it’s Sam. He’s the safe brother. He’s not the one that makes you feel hot and cold at the same time. He’s not the one that makes your heart race every time he’s within your reach. He’s not the one that you think about when you touch yourself at night.

“Listen,” Dean says, clapping a hand on your shoulder. It’s meant to be a reassuring gesture, but it only makes you more anxious. “We’ve all had to play roles that we didn’t want to, but you got this. I’ll be there the whole time. Here.”  

He hands you another bag, this one filled with scented lotion, glitter body spray and a shit-ton of makeup. “For real?” you ask.

“Trust me,” he says with a smug grin. “I’m an expert on strippers.”

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Under the Table (G.D)

Summary: You, Grayson and a few friends go out for a fancy dinner celebrating the boy’s success, and  the relaunch of TRL, and Grayson has been a little too handsy throughout the night, and decides to take it to the next level, right in front of all of your friends.

here’s another one for you dad @wonderfuldolans

Word count: 1.2k


Warnings: Smut

“Babe where are you?We’re about to leave hurry please!” I heard my boyfriend, Grayson call out from the hall.

“Bathroom, and patience is a virtue Dolan!” I called back, as I continued to do my makeup.

Tonight, we were going to dinner, a quite fancy one if I say so my self. We were going with Ethan, and his girlfriend Josie to celebrate their new spot on TRL, and all of the crazy accomplishments they’ve achieved this year.

“Hey babe you almost read- woah.” I heard my boyfriend, Grayson call out as he entered the room. I was putting on the finishing touches for my look tonight, cladded in his favorite dress, and heels I knew that drove him crazy.

“Damn babe you look hot as fuc- I mean you look gorgeous, princess.” Grayson smirked, as he came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, looking at our reflection in the bathroom mirror.

“Am i being conceited if I say that we’re a gorgeous couple?” I spoke, I mean it was true, he looked insanely gorgeous in his black button down, and black skinny jeans, he was a true work of art.

He then proceeded to place small kisses against my neck, tralining his way down to my collar bones, and making sure to pepper kisses everywhere.

“Hey babe, you think we can take a reign check on that dinner, I think I have a better meal in mind.” He moaned against my breasts.

“Gray nope! We have to go! Remember “Hurry Babe!” let’s go I just finished my makeup anyway.” I scolded, as Grayson huffed, following me to the front door.

“Guy’s where have you been, we’re gonna miss the reservation.” Ethan groaned out as we entered Grayson’s car which was park right beside E’s. 

“Okay can we go now i’m hungry as fuck.” Josie said causing all of us to laugh, and get into the car.

We drove separately, honestly I don’t know why, but I didn’t mind.

The entire car ride was pretty swift, only a twenty minute trip. But Grayson seemed pretty tense since he didn’t get to “preform the act of love” with me, but I decided to torture him a bit, placing the pal of my hand against his crotch as he drove, causing him to groan out slightly. As the drive continued, I palmed him, until we got to the restaurant.

“You’re really going to regret that baby girl.” Grayson smirked, as we entered the restaurant Ethan and Josie following us to the door.

“Reservations for Dolan, party of four.” Grayson spoke as we reached the reservations desk.

“Okay, we’ll lead you to your table.” A short lady, with a brown ponytail smiled leading us to a small table decorated with fairy lights, and dressed with a thick white table cloth, honestly the aesthetic fit the price point.

Once we all sat down at the table Grayson’s hand immediately went onto my thigh, put I thought nothing of it honestly, soon ordered our drinks were ordered we all began to look at the menu, honestly everything looked amazing.

“Hey babe what are you eating?” I asked.

“You.” Grayson spoke.

“Ew! This is a civilized dinner guy’s stop being gross.” Ethan said scrunching his face up, causing the both of us to laugh at his facial expression.

“Are you all ready to place your order?” The waitress asked as she approached our table.

We all nodded, as she began to take our orders, soon everyone placed theirs, and now it was my turn.

“I’ll take the spaghett..i” I said dragging the word out in surprise, jumping slightly as I felt a large hand travel dangerously close to my heat, trailing closer with each word I spoke, slowly massaging my thigh under my dress.

“You good y/n?” Gray asked putting a fake look of concern onto his beautiful features.

“Just peachy.” I sarcastically replied.

“Okay I’ll  be back in a few moments with your order!” The waitress spoke through a smile.

“You know I heard this place is supposed to be really good.” I said trying to start conversation, and forget about Grayson’s trailing hands.

“Me too!” Josie replied.

The wait for the food was nearly agonizing, as Grayson played with my clit slowly through my underwear, as he was in a deep conversation about their next video with Ethan and Josie, and I was attempting to stay in the loop, but I couldn’t even focus! I needed him to do something before I exploded, so I grabbed his hand in attempt to get him to speed things up, and surprisingly he complied. Entering a single finger in, pumping slowly in and out while continuing his conversation. 

This went on for a good few minutes, I was closer than ever. And the fucking food came!

“Enjoy!” The waitress spoke, placing our food in front of us. It all smelled amazing, but I couldn’t focus on the food, all I could focus on is the boy fingering me under the table.

Grayson continued to pump his fingers agonizingly slow one hand eating his food innocently ,and the other torturing me with the pure ecstasy just his hands could provide, his fingers were magic, but the slow deep thrusts they were preforming just under the tablecloth in front of all of our closest friends tortured me. I couldn’t scream out his name, claw his back, moan, or pull his hair, I had to act like everything was normal,  but I couldn’t help but squeak out a little moan, even though I attempted to suppress it. This boy can work wonders, even with just his fingers he could send me into a spiral of pleasure, and all I could do was grip tightly onto my fork and act like everything was pure and innocent, we couldn’t let anyone know what was going on under the table. 

It was just between the two of us.

“Fuck.” I  moaned quite loudly, still attempting to suppress them.

Damnit. Once I moaned, Grayson took this as a cue to pump his fingers even harder, and toy with my clit using his thumb and forefinger.

“You good y/n?” Josie asked, as Ethan started chuckling slightly. Fuck I think he’s onto us.

“Yeah I’m good I just got a really bad headache my head just started pounding all of the sudden.” I lied. Grayson was the real one doing all of the pounding.

“Sounds like a pretty bad headache babe, we should go home and take car of it.”

“Yeah, take care of that headache Gray!” Ethan yelled out erupting a few “hushes” from people at neighboring tables, as Gray threw two fifty dollar bills on the table, and flipped Ethan off as we exited the building quite briskly.

“Now it’s my turn to have a little more fun with you Dolan..” I whispered into the shell of his ear causing him to grin as we entered his car.

“You can do whatever you’d like with me tonight babygirl.” He seductively spoke causing me to grin.

Now, it’s time to get some desert, if you know what i mean.

Find Out (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2149

Warnings: Swearing, dorkiness, they early get kicked out of Bath and Body Works

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

Summary: Y/N, Connor and Zoe decide to take a trip to the mall. Things escalate in Bath and Body Works

A/N: I combined two requests here. One for the general plot of this, and one for the reader wearing Connor’s sweatshirt.

I knocked on the door of the Murphy household, a bag slung across my shoulders. The door opened to reveal Mr Murphy, a slight smile on his face.

“Hello Y/N. I take it you’re here for Zoe.” He said and I nodded, smiling at him.

“Yes, Mr Murphy.” I said and Mr Murphy chuckled, leading me into the house. I took a seat at the breakfast bar  crossing my legs.

“Please, call me Larry.” He said and I smiled, nodding my head. Suddenly I heard footsteps, and I turned to see Zoe standing there, a smile on her face.

“Y/N!” Zoe called, pulling me into a tight hug. I chuckled, returning the embrace.

“I’ll leave you two to it. Just make sure the car comes back in one piece.” Larry said, chuckling as he deposited the car keys on the kitchen bench.

“Thanks dad. We’ll see you this afternoon!” Zoe said, letting go of me and pressing a kiss on her father’s cheek.

“You wanna head upstairs? I just have to sort some things out before we leave.” Zoe said and I nodded, trailing after her as she walked upstairs.

I walked into her room, and took a seat on her bed. “Hey, do you have a jacket I could borrow? I’m freezing my butt off right now.” I said and Zoe chuckled, sitting down next to me.

“Unfortunately, I do not because they’re all in the wash. However, Connor has like 50 jackets, so you can just steal one of his. I’m sure he won’t mind.” Zoe said and I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“His room is just next door.” Zoe said, pointing down the hall. I nodded, walking out to the room next to Zoe’s.

I walked into Connor’s room, praying to God he wasn’t in there. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I saw the empty room.

I noticed a black sweatshirt lying haphazardly across his bed, and I picked it up, feeling the soft fabric. I slipped it on, and noticed that it was considerably large.

I didn’t really care, because I was a lot warmer, and I felt a sense of comfort at the fabric enveloping me.

I walked into Zoe’s room, and Zoe smirked slightly at the sight of me in Connor’s sweater.

“You do realise that he adores that sweater, right?” Zoe said and my cheeks flushed pink as I fiddled with the hem of it.

“It’s really warm.” I muttered and Zoe chuckled, taking me by the wrist and leading me downstairs. We were back in the kitchen, and Zoe smiled widely at me.

“You ready to get going, Y/N?” Zoe said, picking up the car keys and tossing them about in her hands.

“I’m ready if you are.” I said, adjusting my bag slightly. We were about to walk out the door, but we were interrupted by Connor.

“Where are you guys going?” Connor asked, and I glanced over at Zoe awkwardly. Suddenly the sweater I was wearing seemed to weigh a ton.

“We’re going to the mall. What, you wanna join us or something?” Zoe said, putting her hands on her hips. Connor froze slightly, his eyes trained on me.

“I, uh, what are you, is that mine?” Connor stammered, pointing to my sweater. I felt my cheeks flush pink and I tugged on the sweater.

“Zoe didn’t have any and she said you wouldn’t mind if I borrowed one.” I blurted out, waving my hands about as I spoke.

Connor’s cheeks went pink, and Zoe smirked slightly. “Are you coming or not, Connor?” Zoe asked, her smirk widening.

“I, um, sure. What harm could it do?” Connor muttered and Zoe beamed, shooting me a not-so-sly wink.

“Awesome. Let’s go, then.” Zoe said, opening the door and marching out. We scrambled after her, and all piled into the car.

I was in the front next to Zoe, and Connor sat awkwardly in the back. “So, uh, what will this trip contain, exactly?” Connor asked, fiddling with his fingers.

“Well, we have to stop at Bath and Body Works because I have a gift card from Alana I wanna spend, and I know Y/N will want to stop at Hot Topic. She wouldn’t stop ranting about the new Guardians Of The Galaxy Volume 2 pop vinyls they got in.” Zoe said and I felt my cheeks burn.

“That, uh, that sounds cool. I like Hot Topic.” Connor said and I smiled slightly, much to Zoe’s amusement.

Zoe turned on the radio, and I relaxed, sinking into my chair slightly. Soon we were at the mall, and we all got out of the car eagerly.

“First stop is…” Zoe said, gesturing for me to give her a shop name.

“Hot Topic.” I blurted out and Zoe groaned, an affectionate smile on her face.

“Of course it’s Hot Topic. Let’s go then.” Zoe said, dragging both Connor and I along with her.

“So, uh, do you have a favourite Marvel movie?” Connor asked as we trailed behind Zoe.

“I love both the Guardians Of The Galaxy movies, obviously, but I do love The Avengers. The first one, that is.” I said, rambling slightly.

Connor chuckled, and nodded his head in agreement. “I could agree with that. I’m not a big Marvel fan, but I don’t mind The Avengers.” Connor said and I gasped, placing a hand on my chest.

“Next time I come over, we are having a Marvel movie marathon.” I said and Connor nodded, a slight smile on his face.

“I hate to interrupt whatever’s going on here, but we have arrived!” Zoe exclaimed, gesturing towards the store in front of us.

My smile widened as I marched in, taking in a deep breath. “And I’m home.” I muttered, earning a laugh from both of the Murphy siblings.

“Hey Y/N.” I turned to see my friend Jake behind the counter, a smile wide on his face.

“Hey Jake! You got those Volume 2 pop vinyls for me?” I asked and Jake chuckled, nodding his head.

“They’re out the back. Why don’t you guys wait here, and I’ll go get them?” Jake said and I nodded, smiling brightly at him.

“Thanks Jake!” I shouted, earning a laugh from him as he trailed away.

“So, uh, who’s that?” Connor asked, his voice suddenly a little lower than before.

“That’s Jake Dillinger. He and I go way back. I don’t know if he’s gonna have a maid of honour at him and Rich’s wedding, but if he does, I’ve called dibs.” I said and Connor’s eyes widened.

“Wait. Is he… gay?” Connor asked and I shook my head, leaning back on the counter.

“Nope. He’s pansexual, and Rich is bi, but they’re happy together.” I said and Connor nodded, and I noticed that he seemed a lot less tense now.

“Here we go! As per your request, we have the complete set! Star Lord, Rocket, Gamora, Drax, Mantis, Ego and last, but certainly not least, Baby Groot.” Jake said, dumping the boxes onto the counter.

“You’re a legend, Dillinger.” I said, handing him a fifty dollar bill. Jake took the bill and put it in the register, a smile on his face.

“So, how’re things with you and Rich going?” I asked as he packed the boxes into a bag for me.

Jake’s cheeks went red and I smirked, accepting my change. “Rich and I are going pretty steady. We went out to dinner last night, and it was awesome.” Jake said and I smiled at him.

“That’s great. Well, thanks for the pop vinyls. I’ll see you at the play, which I’m looking forward to seeing.” I said, winking at him. He chuckled and waved me off.

I looked around to see where Zoe and Connor had gone, and chuckled to myself when I saw them trying on various accessories.

“Yo, Murphy’s! Let’s go!” I called, and their heads whipped in my direction. They put down whatever they were holding and made their way over to me.

“Are you sure you can carry that bag? It looks pretty heavy.” Zoe said and I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’ve carried heavier. You keep forgetting that I was a scout when I was younger. We went on some pretty nasty hikes.” I said and Zoe nodded, walking alongside me.

“I didn’t know you were a scout.” Connor said and I smiled at him.

“Yeah. I wasn’t one for long because it was getting too expensive, but it was fun while it lasted.” I said, glancing over at Connor.

His hair was hanging loose, and his eyes were shining slightly. “You guys! We have arrived at Bath and Body Works. Aka, heaven!” Zoe said, and I chuckled to myself.

“Has she always been this obsessive over this store?” I asked Connor, and he started laughing loudly.

“For as long as I can remember, she’s had some weird love affair with this place.” Connor responded as we walked in.

I shook my head and looked over at Zoe, who was already sniffing various containers of body lotions and soaps.

“Jesus Christ.” I muttered, eliciting a laugh from Connor. I walked up to Zoe, and took a look at the vast wall of products.

I picked up a bottle of vanilla bean perfume, and sprayed a bit. I let out a sigh, the smell flooding my nose.

“Now I understand why you love this place so much.” I said, and Zoe gave me a knowing look.

“Connor looks so lost here, oh my god.” Zoe said, and I turned to look at Connor. I bit back a laugh when I saw him awkwardly walking around the store.

“Hey, Connor.” I called and he turned around, his eyes wide. “I have an idea.” I said, and Connor gave me a curious look as he walked towards me.

“What’s your big idea, Y/L/N?” Connor asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I smirked and whipped out the perfume bottle, suddenly spraying him.

“What the hell?” Connor said, swatting at the air around him. I cackled and put the bottle down, noticing the wide smile on Zoe’s face.

“Perfume war. Find the best, or worst, smelling perfume you can, and attack the other person with it. Ready? Go!” I said and Connor sprinted off, desperately trying to find a bottle.

I found one labelled Toasted Marshmallow, and I smirked, plucking it off the shelf. I snuck up behind Connor, but he turned around just as I sprayed the perfume.

“Jesus Christ! That tastes so bad, oh my god.” Connor said, wiping his mouth vigorously. I doubled over with laughter, and Zoe joined in.

“I take it that it doesn’t taste like marshmallow. What does it taste like?” I said, wiping away a stray tear.

“Why don’t you find out?” Connor said, and I gulped, getting ready to sprint off. What I wasn’t ready for was Connor placing his lips on mine.

I was so caught up in the feeling of Connor’s lips against mine, and his hands on my waist, that the horrid taste didn’t register instantly.

Unfortunately the taste did register, and I immediately pulled away when it did. I wiped my mouth, and Connor started cackling with laughter.

“Oh my god, your face!” Connor said, bending over and slapping his knee as he laughed.

“It’s not funny! That tastes awful!” I whined, scrubbing at the corners of my mouth.

“Now you know how I felt!” Connor exclaimed, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re so mean.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Connor’s face fell slightly, and he put a hand on my shoulder.

“But you’re ok, right?” Connor said and I nodded, glaring at him slightly. Connor smiled at me, and I felt my stomach fill up with butterflies at the gesture.

“Come on lovebirds. We should probably go before we get kicked out.” Zoe said, steering us out of the shop. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I noticed that Connor’s cheeks were pink as well.

“By the way, I, uh, I think you look really good in my sweater.” Connor said, and my stomach did a flip.

“Thanks.” I squeaked, pressing a tentative kiss to his cheek. Luckily, his skin didn’t taste like the perfume, and I took a hold of one of his hands.

“I really want to kiss you right now, but I know I can’t.” Connor whispered, and I froze slightly. My cheeks were probably redder than a tomato, but I didn’t care.

“You two are disgusting, ugh.” Zoe said, and Connor wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

“Us, disgusting? Never. What do you think, Y/N?” Connor said, and I shrugged my shoulders, still in a state of disbelief.

“I couldn’t agree with you more.”

High Tensions

A/N this has been linked to tumblr before and then deleted. It’s such good fun though and it’s in need of an edit (cos it was like the third multi fic I ever wrote) so I’m reposting it!

Leave love!

Reid x reader

“Guys I’m out. Going without sex or orgasms for this long is not worth a grand or the bragging rights in my opinion,” Emily handed her two hundred dollars to Derek with a defeated look on her face. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a very handsome fella over there that just offered to buy me a drink. I’m fairly certain he’s gonna be taking me home tonight.” She downed her drink before sauntering across the dance floor to where a dusky haired male had been sat intently watching her for the last hour. 

“So it’s just Y/N and Pretty Boy left,” Derek grinned at the pair of you, adding the money to the envelope already containing his own and Garcia’s buy outs. 

“You just wanna give in now Y/N?” Spencer looked over at you, a smirk on his face. 

“Nope. I’ve got this. I can beat you. I will prove that guys need sexual intimacy more than girls.”

“Oh Y/N come on. We knew it was a long shot any of us beating Reid, but if it was gonna be any of us then it was going to be Prentiss just because of her sheer determination. Just give in now, I saw you eyeing up that bartender.” Morgan raised his eyes at you, glancing over to where the hot bartender was leant over restocking the chillers. Oh my, he had a nice ass. You could definitely sink your teeth into that. You’d bet he had something nice he could sink into you as well.

Reid shifted in his chair, following your glance and leaning into you whispering, “Do it, do it, do it.“ 

You punched him on the arm, glaring at him. 

“You’re not helping Spencer.”

“I’m not meant to be helping, I’m trying to win here. Plus, which one of you was it that paid that escort to come on to me when we first started this little bet?”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you averted your gaze to the ceiling. 

What? It had been the only way you’d initially thought any of you could beat Reid. 

Now it’s not like you were suggesting that the only way he could get laid was with a hooker. In fact when this whole thing had started you’d been as surprised as the rest of the team when Spencer had wanted in, you’d all kinda assumed he was a virgin, shocked when he’d revealed that actually his numbers were not that far below your own. 

You’d just thought that if you could crack him first, then the rest of them would be easy pickings. So you may have contacted a local escort agency. May have suggested she come on to your friend and colleague and just pretend she’d noticed him across the room. May have offered to pick up the tab for whatever else happened afterwards. 

Yet Spencer had recognised her as someone the team had questioned in a local case before you’d joined the team. 

This had all started three months ago when Garcia had shown you all that ridiculous story of the 27 year old sex addict who gone along to a group therapy meeting, only for it to end up turning into an orgy. 

You’d all laughed finding it hilarious initially until Emily had said, “And let me guess. It’s a man.”

“What makes you assume it would be a guy?”  Derek had been offended on behalf of his gender. 

“Statistically speaking it is more likely to be a male. Only 12 percent of women have openly admitted to actually being addicted to sexual activities,” the genius of the group had pointed out. 

“Yeah but for it to turn into an orgy there had to have been some women in that group right. Other wise wouldn’t it have just been a load of guys beating themselves off together,” Derek stated.

“I agree with that. There had to have been some women there right? But you can bet it was the men that initiated it. Women find it easier to take care of their own needs without guys, whereas men prefer to have their needs taken care off by another person.” Emily’s come back had had you shaking your head, just waiting for Reid’s next comment. 

“Actually, that’s not true either. Studies show that men and women have pretty much the same statistical preference when it comes to either engaging in intercourse with another person or masturbating alone. Around 65 percent of both sexes prefer sex with someone else as opposed to doing it alone.”

“And where do you stand on that preference Spencer?” You saw an evil glint in Derek’s eyes, him spotting an opportunity to make Reid feel uncomfortable. 

“Depends what mood I’m in. If I’m feeling lazy then I’ll do it myself. If not then, I find someone to assist and to share pleasure with.”

You’d all turned to stare at him then, everyone’s jaws dropping. 

“I’m not a virgin you know. Just cos I don’t come into work bragging about who I spent the weekend doing like Morgan or Emily do, doesn’t mean I’m not actually doing it.”

“Nicely said my friend, nicely said,” you held up your hand to him and he high fived it, a slight grin on his face. 

“Hey, what about Y/N? She does it too. We all watched her walk of shame the other week,” Morgan looked directly at you and you shrugged. 

“I don’t go into explicit detail like you though. And neither does Garcia.”

“Yet you two were happily discussing what new ‘toys’ you’d bought the other week.“ 

"What’s your point Morgan?” You were failing to see where this conversation was going. 

“I just don’t like the assumption that it had to have been a guy, who initiated the orgy. Women are just as into sex as men.”

“Yes we are my handsome chocolate muffin, but I bet we could go longer without it,” Garcia patted Derek’s arm before looking around at the rest of you. You were all sat at around JJ’s desk, minus Rossi and Hotch who were at a lecture off site. 

“You’re on then,” Morgan offered his hand out to Penelope who just gawked at it confused.


“Yep. Because I don’t think you could. So we’ll have a wager shall we. Which one of us can go the longest without any sexual activity.”

Penelope thought for a second before declaring, "I’m in. If these guys are.“

And so your little bet was born. You’d all agreed to be 100 percent honest with each other, and although you’d agreed never to profile each other, this was the one and only time you’d all allow it. 

The rules were clarified, no sexual activity with another person and no self relief. Kissing would be allowed, but nothing further than that. The stake was set. Two hundred dollars from each of you, the winner taking the pot as well as bragging rights. 

“Just to check…… Is this just sex with a member of the opposite sex? Or are we saying that all sex is off the table?” Both Spencer and Derek’s heads quickly turned in your direction, and you spotted a smirk on Emily’s face. 

“All sex, regardless of gender….. But when this is over, please feel free to have as much girl on girl action as you like and to fill me in in explicit detail.”

“Haha not a chance Derek, what me and my lady friends get up to, stays between us,” you replied hearing him groan. 

Penelope had been the first to cave only four weeks in. She and Kevin had been on a break when the bet was originally made, but now they were back together. She walked into work one sunny morning, an even brighter smile than usual across her face and a floral scarf round her neck despite the rising temperature. 

She’d taken one look at us all staring at her quizzically before digging into her purse and pulling out four fifty dollar bills, sheepishly handing them over. 

Derek had lasted another five weeks, him becoming increasingly cranky at work. It was hilarious watching him shifting uncomfortably whenever Garcia discussed her previous nights antics with Kevin. 

Emily had suggested that you both wear skirts to the office the following day in order to break him, and so you both rocked up in tight fitting A line skirts with long slits up the side, finding every reason possible to have to bend over in front of him. 

By the time he’d left for the day you’d both been certain he was going to explode. He sent a group text four hours later, a photo of himself lying next to a hot redhead.

And now three weeks after that Prentiss had declared defeat and from your view across the room it looked very much like she’d be getting her fix within a matter of hours. 

You really wanted to win this, but you were also very, very frustrated. Sure you could cheat and go home and browse through a few choice videos on porn hub whilst having a good old intimate chat with your friend Ryan (Reynolds not Gosling, yes you’d named your rabbit. What of it?) but you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it from the rest of the team the next day. As good a profiler you were, you were a horrendous liar when it came to personal matters. 

But now it was down to you and Spencer…….and although the boy wonder had surprised everyone with his confession that he wasn’t a virgin and actually had had an arrangement with a bartender he’d met on a case, he’d already gone eight months without it and didn’t appear to be struggling at all. 

Where as you weren’t used to going a few days without at least having a chat with Ryan. Poor old neglected Ryan, gathering dust in the back of your drawer. You’d make it up to him when this was over, maybe even buy him a friend to keep him company. 

An idea sprung to mind,“Guys what if this was a draw?" 

"What so you both admit defeat now together. That’s no fun. If you do that then it doesn’t prove anything,” Morgan shook his head at you. 

“Oh come on, we’re long past making a point now.”

Garcia’s eyes suddenly lit up and she pulled Derek to her, whispering excitedly into his ear, a grin spreading over his face.

“Baby Girl I love it. But they are so not going to go for it.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed at them, “Go For what exactly.”

“Trust me kid, what she’s suggesting is way out of your comfort zone. No way will you be down for it. Y/N maybe but not you. You just don’t got it in you Kid.”

“Haven’t got what in me?”

You watched the two of them wondering what the hell was running through their sadistic little minds. 

“Penelope was suggesting that we change the bet now it’s just you two left…..And instead it becomes a contest to see which one of you can break the other.”

“Break the other? Why would I want to break Y/N? What would I even be breaking, I don’t understand.”

You did, you knew exactly what they were getting at. But you weren’t going to say anything….. Yet. 

“Break her newly regrown hymen Reid,” Derek chuckled. 

“Hymens don’t regrow, that’s a myth. It doesn’t matter how long a woman goes without sex it doesn’t grow………… Wait what?” he spluttered as his brain finally processed what Derek and Garcia were suggesting. 

They fell apart laughing.  

But…… It wasn’t actually a bad idea. And it would be seriously fun. You’d formed a friendship outside of work with Reid, but that definitely didn’t stop you thinking he was hot. And watching him getting flustered was the most adorable thing ever. And it would save you having to go out and find someone to fuck when the was all over. You could remain professional at work. It would just be sex after all.

“How would that even work? Like I have to convince Y/N to go to bed with me? Or she convinces me to go with her?” Reid interrupted their laughing and your train of thought and now it was your turn to exclaim.

“Wait what?" 

"Essentially yes,” Morgan clarified when he’d regained his composure. 

You and Reid looked at each other, each wondering what the other was thinking. 

“Oh guys, it’s no secret that you two like each other. That night we played truth or dare….. You both admitted it and we’ve been waiting patiently for something to happen between you…. But you’re not giving us anything!”

Ugh, you’d drank so much that night it was a wonder your liver had not demanded removal from your body. And you’d been so embarrassed the next day when you recalled some of the questions you’d been made to answer, but also pleasantly surprised at some of the answers Spencer had given. But nothing had ever come of you admitting your mutual attraction to each other. 

“So would we actually have to do the deed with each other? Or just get the other to admit that they wanted to? And how would you know which one of us won?”

“Either one is good with us, although of course you actually doing it would be mutually beneficial…. Especially after all this pent up sexual tension. And we’d just have to rely on you being honest with us.”

You took a deep breath turning to your friend. Were you going to regret asking this? 

“What do you think Spencer? Think you can wear me down? I’m game if you are.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment. 

“You know what, I think I can.”

Goosebumps (Archie Andrews)

Archie Andrews X Reader based on Goosebumps by Travis Scott

Warnings: oral sex, violence, swearing, very smutty towards the end, mention of death and drugs

A/N: This is my first ever Riverdale imagine and my first smut so please let me know how I did.

Archie Andrews was sitting with his friends in their regular booth on a Friday night at Pops. The diner was filled with laughter from the group of teenagers enjoying their food. The pink and blue lights casted a charming glow upon their beaming faces. Kevin, Betty, Veronica, and Jughead sat with him grinning above their burgers and milkshakes. They exchanged stories while Archie happily ate his burger. Pops was standing behind the counter wiping out glasses and chatting with a man sipping his coffee in front of him. There was one one other occupied booth in the diner. The atmosphere was light and joyful with laughter ringing through the facility.

Archie sighed in content as he finished his food. He began sipping on his chocolate milkshake while listening to Kevin talk about his boyfriend.

“You know what guys, I think he’s the one.” He exhaled with a look of pure magic on is face. Betty and Veronica cooed at him while Jughead playfully rolled his eyes. Archie’s eyes fell upon Jughead but after seeing his arm wrapped around Betty he trained his eyes back on his milkshake. A pang of sorrow bolted through his heart. He loved Betty and it hurt him to move on.

“Kevin, you deserve to find someone that makes you truly happy. I’m glad that you and Joaquin are together.” Veronica cheered placing her hand on top of Kevin’s. He grinned in return and replied with a thank you.

A jingle of the bell above the door caused everyone to look. Archie sucked in a breath when the most stunning girl he’s ever seen in his life walked through the door. She was y/s/c skinned with y/h/c hair that perfectly cascaded around her. Her y/e/c eyes scanned the diner before meeting Pops with a smile. She wore a deep red v neck paired with black ripped jeans and white tennis shoes. Her jawline was sharp, it made her look like a goddess. Archie felt goosebumps arise on his arms. Their table grew silent as everyone eyed the gorgeous girl before them.

I get those goosebumps every time

“Hello, I called in an order for y/l/n.” When she spoke Archie felt his head swirl. Her voice was like honey with a hint of fire. Her silver hoop earrings shone under the diner lights as she took a seat at the counter and waited patiently for her food.

“Just one moment.” Pops replied bustling off to the kitchen.

“Archie!” Veronica grunted as she slapped his arm hard. Archie snapped back to reality and looked at her.

“What?” He said rubbing his arm.

“You totally zoned out dude.” Jughead said with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, you’ve been staring at that girl for several minutes.” Betty chimed in.

“Well to be fair, just look at her. She’s totally crushing that look. I’m loving those shoes.” Kevin said while looking longingly at y/n’s pristine white sneakers.

“Aww does whittle Archikins have a crush?” Veronica teased. Archie rolled his eyes at her and sipped at his milkshake. Across from him, Kevin slid out of the booth.

“I’m going to go talk to her.” He called over his shoulder.

The group of friends watched intently as Kevin walked up to the mystery girl and struck up a conversation. Her head snapped up when Kevin tapped her on the shoulder. She turned her body to him, her lips moved but neither Archie or his friends had caught what she said. Kevin and the girl shook hands before talking back and forth. Archie bit his lips and watched as she laughed at something Kevin said. He pointed to her shoes and gestured at her body. This earned a blush from the beautiful girl as she mouthed a ‘Thank you.’ at Kevin.

Betty, Veronica and Jughead started talking amongst themselves but Archie couldn’t pull his eyes away from the girl. He watched as Kevin handed the girl his phone and she typed something in before handing hers to Kevin. The pair were interrupted when Pops came back with three bags of food. The girl stood up and shook hands again with Kevin before handing Pops a fifty dollar bill and walking through the door. Kevin came back to the table with a huge grin on his face.

“So, whose our mystery girl?” Veronica asked while popping a fry into her mouth.

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N and she just moved here yesterday from Chicago. We were just talking about town when she told me that she’ll be starting at Riverdale on Monday. I offered to show her around and she gave me her phone number.” Kevin beamed as he took his seat across from Archie.

“She looked pretty.” Betty said nonchalantly.

“Yeah, she was like a solid 10.” Veronica added.

The conversation for the rest of the night was all about Archie’s upcoming football game. Betty and Jughead left first after their third milkshake, Kevin offered Veronica a ride home soon after. Archie paid for his meal and waved goodbye to Pops. The cold nights air whipped his face as he stepped into his dads truck. As he started up the engine all Archie could think about was y/n and the air of mystery she left behind.


The next Monday morning Archie found himself in the student lounge room with Veronica, Betty, and Jughead. The four of them talked amongst themselves until Kevin came in speaking loudly. Archie felt the goosebumps rise on his arms when y/n walked in besides him.

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around,

“And this is the student lounge room where I come in the mornings. Here you can stay between free periods after or before school. There are bathrooms just around the corner and plenty of vending machines in the back of the room. ”

“Okay, that completes the tour of Riverdale High if you have any questions feel free to ask me.”
He smiled at y/n and the pair walked over to where Archie was sitting. All four pairs of eyes snapped up to the new girl.

“Y/N these are my friends. This is Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead. They were with me that night at the dinner.” Kevin pointed to each of them as he introduced their names. Y/N waved to each of them. She was dressed in a white nirvana shirt with light ripped jeans, the leather jacket she wore fit her body perfectly. She wore the same white shoes from that Friday in the diner, her hoop earrings dangled from her ears as she surveyed the group in front of her.

“It’s nice to meet you y/n, please sit.” Betty said politely. Y/n sat next to Archie. Her scent of fire, leather, and vanilla intoxicatingly swarmed Archie’s mind.

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

He was left speechless as the girl next to him engaged with his friends. Her presence eased Archie’s nerves he felt like the weight of the world was lifted off of his shoulders. Her aroma filled his senses, carrying out all of the bad thoughts. Archie Andrews felt drunk on her scent.

Up close he could see the bridge of freckles that graced her clear y/s/c skin. Her hair cascaded around her shoulder and Archie fought the urge to reach over and touch it.

“So, tell us about yourself.” Veronica beamed as she sipped on her latte. Y/n cleared her throat.

“Well, my full name is y/f/n, I was born and raised on the south side of Chicago. I moved here last week by myself. I’m a writer, looking for my next story.
Umm what else? Oh I’m an athlete. I play basketball and for a while I played on my schools football team.
I’m pretty introverted so I don’t really know what else to say….” she trailed off and scratched her neck.

“You’re a writer?” Jughead questioned.

“Yes, I haven’t published anything yet but I’m almost done with my third novel. Do you write?” She countered with a genuine look of interest.

“Yeah. I’m working on my first story now. Hey, you should join the Blue and Gold we could always use another point of view.” Jughead offered. Y/n smiled happily at him.

“Definitely. It’d really help me with my writers block, thank you…?” Y/n trailed off looking at Jughead.
He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

“Jughead Jones, it’s nice to find another writer.” He smirked.

“Likewise Jughead.” She nodded. Kevin smiled at all of his friends getting along with y/n.

Worry about those condoms, and way too numb, yeah
It’s way too drum, yeah

“You really played football?” Archie piped up in disbelief. Y/n shot him a glare that turned his body to ice. His mind tensed as he met those stunning orbs of y/n’s and he felt his jeans tighten. The fire in her voice and the ice in her glare turned Archie on. He swallowed hard under her gaze and shifted in his seat. Everything was so numb and boring before y/n came along. He felt alive sitting next to her; like he had just went skydiving. Adrenaline pumped through his body when she clenched her jaw staring deep into his soul. A chill ran down his spine when the room fell completely silent.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I made varsity. Why? Because I’m a girl you think I can’t play.” Y/n snapped. Kevin’s smile slipped off of his face as he shot worried glances between Betty and Veronica.

“No not at all! I was just going to ask what position.” Archie surrendered. Y/n face fell neutral again as she nodded.

“Sorry.” She murmured. “I was the starting quarterback.” She added while bouncing her leg.

“Wow. I’m really impressed. Do you still play?” Archie asked. His eyes traveled up and down her body he felt the butterflies in his stomach turn to flames at her feisty attitude, it was really hot in his opinion.

“Yeah, in my spare time I practice.” She grinned up at the auburn haired boy and felt her chest flutter when he met her eyes.

“Well, there aren’t any spots on the football team but the River Vixens are hosting cheerleading tryouts this week, you should come y/n.” Betty said hopefully. Y/n flicked her eyes to Betty.

“No offense but I’m not exactly the cheerleader type, Betty.”

“Oh come on girl! Just give it a try.” Veronica chimed in. Her lips casted down in a playful pout. Y/n looked back and forth between the raven haired girl and the blonde before sighing.

“Okay. I’ll give it a try.” She finally said with an air of defeat. Betty and Veronica cheered.

“Yaay!! You’re going to love it this is so exciting!” Betty exclaimed. Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and turned back to Kevin.

“Well, Kevin your friends are pretty cool. I gotta go talk to the basketball coach. I’ll catch you later?”

“I’ll stop by the gym and walk you to your first class.” Kevin replied.

“It was nice meeting you all.” Y/n called after them. She stood to her feet, slung her backpack over her shoulder and disappeared through the door. Kevin turned back to his friends with a wide grin plastered on his face.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked.

“She’s cool.” Veronica said.

“Yeah, but did you see how angry she got at Archie?” Betty interjected.

“She thought he was challenging her. I liked her, she was…. mysterious.” Jughead added. Betty hit him on the arm.

“Ow! Betty what was that for?” Jughead exclaimed.

“I’m your girlfriend Jug!” She spat.

“Archie what did you think?” Veronica inquired.

“Y/n was…perfect.” He breathed.

Betty and Veronica exchanged knowing glances with Kevin. Archie sat back on the sofa and smiled to himself.

At lunch that afternoon Kevin walked over with Y/N trailing behind him. They sat under their usual shade tree. She wore a smile as she took a seat next to Archie. Archie felt his heartbeat faster when her thigh pressed against his.

“How was your first day?” Jughead asked as soon as she was seated. Betty shot him a glare which he ignored.

“It’s been great so far. I like Riverdale High… there are some good people here.” Y/n responded making eye contact with Kevin. Kevin blushed at the ground, playfully he nudged y/n.

“Thanks girl, you’re a sweetheart.” Kevin gushed. Y/n chuckled and stabbed a strawberry with her fork.

“I don’t know about that Kev…” she grinned again with a gleam of mischief in her sparkling y/e/c eyes. Archie gazed dreamily at her: He could feel himself slowly falling for the new girl.

“Jughead and I are dating and I was just wondering if you had a boyfriend?” Betty said sweetly with jealously dripping from her voice. The table grew silent for a moment. Archie felt the tension grow in the air as Jughead shot Betty a “what the hell?” look. Archie cocked his head at y/n in curiosity nonetheless because he too wanted to know if she was in a relationship. He hoped not.

“No, I do not. Betty, there’s no need to feel jealous, I wasn’t hitting on Jughead.” Y/N replied calmly. Kevin and Veronica laughed at Betty’s retreat as she turned back to her lunch tray with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. Archie sighed quietly in relief.

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah

Y/n smiled sweetly at Betty, who in turn looked like she was choking up. Betty’s attitude threw the group off. The atmosphere became tense. Y/n began eating from her fruit bowl as the group began to converse about the meeting at Pops later on that night, desperate to change the subject. Archie had noticed that y/n had something shiny sticking out of her pocket. He couldn’t figure out what it was. He furrowed his brows but decided not to question her. Y/n scooted closer to him and Archie could feel his ears burn red.

“I was just wondering, earlier you said you moved here last week. Do you have any siblings, what is your family like.” Veronica asked. Y/n visibly tensed up. She clenched her fist around the plastic fork she was holding causing it to snap. Everyone jumped slightly at the sudden shift in attitude. Veronica looked down at her tray. Y/n cleared her throat her eyes trained on Veronica. Betty’s eyes grew wide. Jughead shifted uneasily in his seat. Kevin stared at y/n’s face his features also tense. Archie looked to her as well his pulse quickened at the fire in her eyes.

7-1-3 to the 281, yeah I’m riding
Why they on me?

“I live by myself. My father was murdered when I was ten in an armed robbery. My mom overdosed on heroine later that year. My brother was killed in a shooting on the south side… so yeah I’m the only one left.” Y/n spoke quietly with a scary calm edge to her voice.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea y/n.” Veronica said with a sad expression on her face. Everyone’s eyes fell in pity. Archie felt y/n’s leg bouncing anxiously beside his thigh.

“It’s fine. Really, I don’t mind.” Y/n smiled reassuringly. After a moment she left the table.

Oh no, I can’t fuck with y'all
When I’m with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Saucin’ in the city, don’t get misinformed
They gon’ pull up on you (brr, brr, brr)

As y/n walked away from the table to grab another fork she thought back to her gang friends in Chicago. She felt a pang in her chest when she thought about how they would react to her Riverdale friends. Their nosy habits would get them ran up on. She could feel her heart race anytime she was with that red haired boy, Archie Andrews. She wanted to get closer to him but with the way she was starting to get upset she was sure he wouldn’t want anything to do with her. Her reputation as a hothead made her the leader of a violent gang in Chicago, the Reapers. She ruled viciously her attitude causing her to get into several gun fights. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat and turned back towards the table.

“Wow… they’re all dead?” Jughead’s face darkened.

“Yeah.” Betty whispered. No one touched their lunch, a cloud of gloom settled over the teenagers.

“I feel so bad I didn’t know…” Veronica sighed.

“Look guys..she had a hard life being from the south side. So please, Betty ease off her okay? And Veronica don’t feel bad you didn’t know, none of us did.” Kevin shaded flicking his eyes to Betty before giving Veronica a sympathetic look.

“What? I thought she was hitting on Jughead!” Betty argued defensively.

“Well she wasn’t Betty so back off her, alright?” Jughead said with irritation lacing his voice. Betty frowned at him.

“She really put you in place Betts. Like she shut you down automatically. You have to admit that was funny.” Archie laughed. Everyone including Betty joined in. Y/n returned with another fork shortly after. She had an anxious look on her face.

“Hey Archie I noticed you staring at my pocket earlier and there’s something I have to tell you guys.” She said seriously.
All eyes met hers and y/n sighed heavily before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a shiny, sharp pocket knife. She opened it and set it on the table for all of them to gawk at. It was a murky navy blue with her initials carved into the handle in silver. The blade was around five inches long with a sharp tip.

Betty gasped. Kevin swallowed hard. Jughead eyed y/n suspiciously while Veronica and Archie just watched the knife reflect the sunlight with interest.

“Look, back in Chicago I grew up around a lot of gangs. I was the leader of one called the Reapers and we did some terrible things. I bought myself this knife for protection because I couldn’t carry a gun with me everywhere. It came in handy a few times when I found myself in gang territory and the only way to get out was to fight. I keep it with me wherever I go, but here in a town like Riverdale I don’t see a reason to use it…yet.” She trailed off, gauging their reactions.

“Well uh. That’s fine.” Kevin said shaking himself out of his trance and smiling up at y/n. The others nodded along with him and y/n tucked the knife back in her pocket.

“Life on the south side was rough, that’s why I came here. To get away from it all and to start a new life. You guys are cool and I hope you won’t hold this against me.” Y/n flicked her eyes towards Archie. He bit his lip. The danger lurking within y/n made him sexually frustrated. He wanted nothing more than to take her right now. He felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck. Y/n broke eye contact and looked to each of them.

“Y/n we all have a past. No matter who you are I want to get to know you. I’m sure all of my friends feel the same.” Archie comforted her. He placed his arm over her shoulder. Y/n smiled up at him and scooted closer to him. Archie’s mind exploded with excitement when y/n rested her hand on his thigh. He could feel himself blush a shade of red. Betty giggled from across the lunch table. Kevin nudged her playfully both of them seeing Archie’s blush.

“Of course we won’t hold this over you y/n.” Veronica smiled.

“You’re really interesting y/n, I was starting to think the leather jacket was just a fashion statement.” Kevin said nudging her playfully. They all laughed and began talking.

Suddenly, Cheryl Blossom sashayed over to the table.

“Oh look the sad breakfast club, and a new addition? What’s your name?” Cheryl cheerfully exclaimed. Jughead rolled his eyes at Cheryl.

“I’m y/n y/l/n. A new student here.” Y/n said with a friendly smile.

“Well, y/n you look a little rough around the edges.” Cheryl pointed out her Nirvana shirt. Y/n remained unbothered and crossed her arms over her chest her smile slipped off her face as fast as it had appeared.

“And you look like you have a stick up your ass, what’s your name again?” Y/n quipped. Kevin tried to pass his laugh off as a cough but failed earning a sharp glance from Cheryl.

“I’m Cheryl Blossom. But you probably already heard of me. After all I am a big deal here at Riverdale.” Cheryl flipped her scarlet hair over her shoulder and sat down next to Jughead. He begrudgingly moved his bag for her to sit. Archie and Jughead simultaneously rolled their eyes in annoyance.

“No, I’ve never heard of such a ridiculous name. So you must not be as important as you thought. Anyways, what’s your business here?” Y/n said savagely. She flicked her calm eyes up to the dumbstruck girl sitting across from her. Cheryl recovered quickly and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes ignited with fire. The two girls squared up to each other. Y/n cracked her knuckles with a slight smirk on her glossy lips.

“I’m here to remind Betty and Veronica that cheerleading tryouts are later this week. But, you look like you could use the exercise, why don’t you try out?” Cheryl batted her eyelashes in a falsely sweet manner.
Y/n laughed darkly, Archie noticed that her eyes clouded over. He felt the knot in his stomach heat up as he felt her anger radiate off of her. Y/n unfolded her arms and leaned over the table, she was inches away from Cheryl’s face. The two girls stared deeply into each other’s eyes with such an intense fire. Archie swallowed nervously along with his friends who all shot worried looks between each other. Y/n lowered her voice to an intimidating growl her eyes never backed down as she stared into Cheryl’s soul. Y/n clenched her jaw tightly.

“Now, Cheryl Blossom, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but let me tell you something. Where I’m from preppy bitches like you don’t last long if you butheads with someone like me. I don’t know if people here let you walk all over them with your snarky comments but I’m very different from them. I’ll beat the shit out of you if you ever step up to me again, are we clear? Now take your bitch ass out of my face before I jump over this table.” Y/n sneered with a deathly serious gleam in her eyes. Cheryl’s lips quivered for a second. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she practically ran away from the lunch table. Y/n exhaled slowly and sat down. She began eating the rest of her lunch quietly.

We gon’ do some things, some things you can’t relate
Cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
You can’t go, I don’t know
Oh, back the fuck up off me (brr, brr, brr)

No one said anything for a few moments. Jughead had an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Y/n that was….” Betty began.

“Awesome!” Archie finished. “No one ever stands up to Cheryl! That was totally badass.” Archie laughed. Y/n shrugged her shoulders and popped a piece of kiwi in her mouth.

“I don’t like being challenged. I’m sorry guys I know that was intense.” She mumbled.

“No worries y/n it was nice for someone to put Cheryl in her place for once.” Jughead said with a smile.

“Yeah she’s a total bitch.” Kevin voiced. Everyone burst into laughter.

“Well we have history next so we better get going if we want seats in the back.” Veronica began as she, Jughead, Kevin, and Betty stood up. “You two have fun.” She shot Archie a wink. He blushed as the four of them walked away.

“Y'know Archie, you’re really handsome.” Y/n revealed casually once it was just Archie and her.

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around,

Archie felt his cheeks heat up as he turned to face y/n. He thanked god that he was wearing his lettermans jacket to hide the hundreds of goosebumps that lined his muscular arms.

“Really?” He questioned. Y/n faced him and popped a cherry in her mouth. After a few seconds she pulled out the stem with several knots in it. Archie swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to ignore the impure thoughts flooding his mind. Y/n scribbled down something on a piece of notebook paper.

“Yeah, sorry if I’m coming off strong but you’re really hot. Here’s my number, call me sometime.” Y/n placed the piece of paper in Archie’s palm. She stood up from the table, slung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her lunch tray. She looked back at Archie with a raised brow.
“Well, aren’t you coming? History class starts any minute now.” She smiled. Archie grabbed his lunch tray and followed y/n.


One year later


Archie laid his head on y/n’s lap as she ran her fingers through his auburn locks. Kevin, Betty, Veronica, and even Jughead had come over to y/n’s house for dinner and a movie. Y/n ordered a few pizzas and made brownies for dessert. They ate happily then made their way to the large plush sofas in front of y/n’s flatscreen tv. They had all decided on watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Archie and y/n had started dating a month after they met, now they were inseparable. It had been a year now but Archie still got goosebumps everytime he made eye contact with his angel. Y/n was perfect for Archie, she’d been there for him through everything with soothing words. She made Archie feel all tingly on the inside, he had fallen in love with her since the day they met. She had fit right into their group. Archie’s friends had gotten to know y/n inside and out and they loved her feisty attitude. She told them all about her rough times in Chicago, they all listened intently to these stories. Nonetheless they had all fallen in love with her for who she was.

Y/n regularly came to Pops and sat next to Archie, his arm around her shoulders her hand resting on his thigh. They weren’t really into PDA but every now and then y/n would kiss Archie at school or pull him by his jacket into a flirty embrace. Y/n helped Jughead figure out his novel, it was on its way for publishing. Betty and y/n had bonded over milkshakes at Pops and now were close, they even had friendship bracelets. Kevin was absolutely obsessed with her from the moment they met, they stayed over each others house all the time, gossiping and laughing hours into the night. Veronica and y/n went shopping and clubbing together on weekends. Life with y/n was spiced up, things were perfect.

The passion Archie and y/n shared with each other was expressed through the best sex Archie had ever had in his entire life. The first time Jughead, Betty, Veronica, Kevin and Archie had all hung out at y/n’s house was the night they found out who killed Jason Blossom. Y/n had invited them over so they could further conspire the video take. The group spent all night eating pizza and discussing the murder. That night after everyone left Archie stayed at her house. That night ended in Archie losing his virginity to y/n.

Archie shivered as he thought about having sex with y/n. The way she rode him made him feel like nothing else in the world mattered. She gave him mind blowing head anytime he was stressed out which he gladly returned. He’d never felt better than when he was with y/n. She took care of him in a way no one ever had before.

The credits of the movie rolled on the screen. Archie nuzzled his head on y/n’s stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss to his head.

“Hey if you all want to stay the night I have guest rooms.” Y/n asked the group.

“I am pretty tired. I don’t think it’d be safe to drive. Thanks y/n.” Kevin said gratefully. He clambered to his feet and stretched his arms over his head.

“I’ll stay too. It’s raining pretty hard out there and I don’t feel like getting drenched.” Jughead added from his spot on the couch.

“Me too!” Betty and Veronica said in unison.

“It’s a sleepover then.” Y/n cheered. Archie sat up. He stretched his tired limbs and stood up to turn off the tv and turn on the lights. Y/n led the four of them upstairs to the guest rooms while Archie cleaned up the living room. He carried the spare blankets upstairs and handed one to each of his friends. He bade goodnight to them all before turning back downstairs to find y/n in the kitchen cleaning up.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna get in the shower. I’ll be in your room if you need me.” Archie announced. Y/n nodded at him before putting the pizza boxes back in the fridge. He walked down the hall to y/n’s vanilla scented bedroom. He stepped into her master bathroom a sigh escaped his lips when he leaned against the door. His erection was starting to make it hard to move. He couldn’t stop thinking about y/n’s body on his. Her head thrown back in pleasure as Archie rubbed her sensitive clit, her eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his fingers slowly in and out of her. He snapped out of his thoughts as he shed his clothes and turned on the shower tap.

He breathed in content as he stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded down his naked body as he washed away all of his stress.

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Archie washed his body with the foaming vanilla soap y/n used. He let the familiar scent fill his head, easing his mind as he thought about how lucky he was to have such an amazing girlfriend. He had just ran shampoo through his hair when he felt the cold air of the bathroom shock his back. He turned around to be faced with the magnificent sight of y/n bare naked. She smiled at Archie and reached for the soap. Archie let her wash her body under the shower head while he stepped behind her and massaged his scalp with the mint scented shampoo.

“Archie I’ve been thinking about you lately.” Y/n said as they switched spots. Archie closed his eyes and rinsed his hair.
“Yeah babe?” He hummed.
“I need you.” She pressed as she lowered herself to her knees. Archie felt her delicate hands grab his member. His cock twitched under her touch. He inhaled sharply, his eyes remained closed.
“Y/n…” he whimpered.
She rubbed his thigh with her left hand and stroked his length with her right hand. Archie’s heart rate picked up.
“Baby, you’re so fucking hard.” She groaned. She took his head into her mouth and Archie’s knees buckled.
He let out a throaty moan when she swirled her tongue over the sensitive part of his tip. His mind exploded with euphoria. Adrenaline coursed through his veins.
“Oh fuck y/n don’t stop.” He whimpered. She went further, her warm mouth deep throated Archie’s entire length. He threw his head back in satisfaction as y/n went faster. He matched her thrust and with each time her tongue touched his tip he let out a loud moan. Fireworks bursted in his vision when he opened his eyes to be met with y/n’s eyes closed shut in pleasure. He could feel the knot in his stomach beginning to unwind. He grabbed her hair in a makeshift ponytail as they both picked up the pace. Y/n fondled his balls gently kneading them between her soft hands causing his head to spin.
“Babe I-I’m gonna c-cum ooh don’t stop….yeah…..right there baby oh fuck!” Archie bit his knuckle to keep from screaming. Y/n hummed around his cock causing him to release his load. Y/n let it fall on her breasts in hot streams of white. Archie leaned his head against the glass door of the shower. He was panting heavily trying not to cry from how good he felt.
Y/n washed herself under the faucet. The steamy air made Archie’s sensitive head twitch. Archie let a few hot tears slip from his face. Y/n had never failed to make him feel beyond satisfied, this time Archie was so overwhelmed with pleasure he couldn’t help but cry a little. Y/n scrubbed her scalp with shampoo and stepped out from under the water. She grabbed her toothbrush and began brushing her teeth when Archie wiped his eyes and conditioned his hair. He wasn’t embarrassed to cry in front of y/n, after all he’d seen every side of her. The couple finished washing up and y/n spit her toothpaste down the shower drain.
“Babe, that was mind blowing.” Archie said as he ran a towel down her body. She dried him in return.
“Archie I need you.” She whispered seductively into his ear. Archie shivered, the familiar goosebumps prodded his skin.

Worry about those condoms, and way too numb, yeah
It’s way too drum, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you’re not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time

Archie felt his heart flip when he looked into her lust filled eyes. He leaned down and captured her lips in a hungry passion filled kiss. Her lips fell in sync with his seconds later. Their tongues fought for dominance, y/n softly bit Archie’s lip. Her hands tangled in his hair tugging slightly on the ends. He moaned into her mouth and she took it as the opportunity to slip her tongue in a French kiss. Archie’s arms wrapped around her waist. He leaned down further deepening the kiss. Moments later they pulled apart for air.
“Archie I love you.” Y/n said as she leaned her forehead against his. Her minty breath and vanilla skin wafted into Archie’s nostrils. He grinned.
“Y/n I’m in love with you.” He responded with a squeeze to her ass.
They finished getting ready for bed together. Afterwards y/n and Archie climbed into y/n’s king sized. Archie rummaged through his lettermans jacket looking for a condom. His fingers became numb when he turned around saw y/n lying on the bed naked with a candle in her hand. Archie became excited at the sight. Him and y/n had talked about kinks earlier in their relationship and he mentioned that he always wanted to explore hot candle wax play. She grinned at him and curled her finger, waving him over.
“Archie babe, let’s try something tonight.” She moved over to her nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She raised an eyebrow at him as if to ask if this was okay.
“Oh babe…we have to be quiet. All of our friends are here.” Archie responded, he opened the condom and slid it over his member. Y/n pouted playfully at him.
“That won’t be a problem for me baby, come on I need you tonight Arch.” She sighed. Archie didn’t hesitate as he climbed on top of the bed.
“Lay down babe.” She instructed. Archie laid on his back, y/n slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Archie threw his head back in pleasure as he felt her wet walls clench around him. A moan escaped his throat as he pressed his head against the plush pillow.
“Oh fuck y/n.” He murmured as she began to ride him. He gripped her hips tightly and matched her speed. He was on the ride of his life as his brain pulsated with ecstasy. He opened his eyes, a bead of sweat dropped down y/n’s forehead as she grinded on his erection. A moan escaped her lips.

I wanna press my line, yeah, I wanna press my
I want a green light, I wanna be like
I want to take that ride yeah
I’m gonna press my line
I wanna green like, I wanna be like, I wanna press my

Archie decided to press his line and switch the roles. He flipped them over and grabbed the handcuffs off of y/n’s nightstand.
“Oh baby boy tie me up…fuck.” She sexily grunted. Archie took each of her wrists and cuffed them together above her head.
Archie kissed his way down her neck, down her stomach, and stopped at her inner thigh. He locked his eyes up to y/n’s. She was staring down at him with a pleading look in her eyes. Archie lowered his head between her thighs. He licked a stripe up her pussy. She bucked her hips slightly as Archie pushed his tongue into her. His lips sucked her sensitive clit. She threw her head back in euphoria.
“Fuck Archie.”
Her moans encouraged him to add two fingers. They slipped into her wetness with ease, causing her to clench her walls. Archie curled his fingers as he pumped in and out of her. His tongue swirled over her clit. He could taste the vanilla on her skin, she tasted of honey between her thighs. Her head lulled in pleasure as Archie took her to her first high.

Mama, dear, spare your feeling
I’m reliving moments, peeling more residual

Archie’s pupils dilated with lust when they switched roles. When she handcuffed him to the bed Archie was reminded of the first time they had sex. They were both high out of their minds and y/n rode him for hours into the night. He came four times that night.

Y/n straddled his waist slowly dropping hot wax down his stomach. Archie curled his toes at the sensation. Y/n rode him into Nirvana, his eyes fluttered into the back of his brain as she bounced expertly on his member. His fists clenched in the cuffs, his hips synced with hers as he climbed higher up into heaven.

I can justify my love for you and touch the sky for God to stop, debating war

Archie felt his cock twitch inside y/n’s wet walls. She closed her eyes and swayed with him as if dancing to a beat. Archie’s mind went blank all he could do was whisper hoarsely
“I love you y/n! I love you! I love you!” He cried into the sheets.
“Archie I love you.” She moaned. Her warmth spread through Archie’s body like an electric shock.
“Oh fuck……please…don’t s-stop baby girl.” He cried in pure ecstasy.

Put the pussy on a pedestal
Put the pussy on a high horse
That pussy to die for
That pussy to die for

Archie’s mind was long gone as he thrusted deeper into y/n she gasped in surprise as Archie’s cock hit her g-spot. He picked up his speed, thrusting in and out of her walls. Her pussy sent Archie to heaven, he felt his eyes squeeze shut when y/n muttered those three words.
“Arch…I-I’m close.” Her sweat gleamed in the light, her lip was pulled between her teeth as she tried to stay quiet. Archie pounded into her causing her heart rate to drum in her ears. She stared down at Archie with lust filled orbs. He looked up at her with the same intensity.

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

“Let go baby girl. Cum for me.” Archie’s words sent her over the edge. She came around his member, her walls clenched around his cock causing him to lose it.
“Fuck!” He grunted as he spilled into the condom.
She rode them both out of their highs. She uncuffed him after they had climbed down.
Archie pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash can across the room. Y/n pulled on a lace red bra and matching panties. Archie rummaged through the drawer in y/n’s dresser where he kept his spare clothes. He pulled on a pair of boxers and one of his t shirts. He tossed an extra shirt to y/n because he knew how much she loved to wear his clothes.
She slipped it over her head, the couple crawled into bed together.

Archie pulled y/n into a meaningful kiss that set off a whole new round of fireworks in their brains. His arms wrapped around her waist her fingers tangled in his hair. Archie’s tongue explored her mouth while she chewed on his bottom lip. They pulled apart for air both panting. Fatigue washed over themselves as they cuddled up to each other. Y/n pressed a kiss to his forehead and ran her fingers through his auburn locks until his eyelids fluttered shut. She switched off the lamp and sighed in content. Archie was fast asleep when she rubbed her hand up and down his arm, feeling his goosebumps. She smiled to herself and pulled the blanket over their bodies.

I get those goosebumps every time

anonymous asked:

Hey! Hope you are having a lovely day... I know you are not taking any prompts but I've been having a really bad week and well.. I don't know why but the thought of max lord coming back at the DEO as a consultant has been haunting me for a while .. I mean max flirting with Alex, he doesn't know she is dating Maggie and she is there ...

“I told you, we don’t need his help – “

“But we do, Alex. I don’t like the man any more than you do, but he is the foremost expert on this kind of technology, whether we approve of him as a person or – “

“Aw, Director Henshaw, it’s always good to hear a compliment from a man of your disposition.”

Alex tenses at the sound of his voice – but slightly, slightly, so that only J’onn and Maggie notice – and J’onn just rolls his eyes.

“Your expertise doesn’t make it worth my time or energy to go so far as to compliment you, Mr. Lord,” J’onn deadpans, and Alex smirks and turns around, just as Maxwell Lord is stepping into her space.

Close into her space.

“Agent Danvers. As mysteriously beautiful as ever. I like what you’re doing with your hair; it’s less straight now, are you using new products?”

Winn snorts without turning from his computer console and Maggie shares a silent smirk with him.

“The only new product I’m interested in discussing with you is this weapon. That’s all, Max.”

“You mean to tell me you didn’t call me here because you missed me? Shame, Agent Danvers. Shame. But we’ll get there.”

J’onn glances at Maggie and her eyes are tense, her eyes are alert, but this is Alex Danvers, and Alex Danvers can take care of herself, and she swears to herself that she’ll respect that.

But that doesn’t mean she can’t put her body between his and Alex’s, because she knows Alex, and she knows her face is blank and her eyes are sarcasm and wit, but she knows her skin is crawling.

“Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division,” she steps forward and puts out her hand.

Max’s eyes sweep her body briefly, and Alex can’t tell whether he’s checking her out sexually or cataloguing all her body language for a psychological profile. She hates it either way.

“I see I’m not the only local assistance you’re bringing in. Good for you, Director Henshaw: pride costs us more than hunger, or in this case, annihilation.”

Alex rolls her eyes and strides abruptly toward the lab.

“This way.”

He follows, and Maggie watches, Maggie helps, Maggie observes, as – when he actually focuses on the science – Alex and Max work well together.

Maxwell Lord is a world-renowned genius: a stirring of pride swells in Maggie’s chest that her girlfriend not only keeps up with him easily, but outpaces him, surprises him, comes up with things that make his eyebrows rise in surprised delight.

But anger also boils in her blood, because in the moments when Alex is bent over a microscope and he moves to see next, he stands way too close to her body. His eyes trickle down her neckline, and Maggie sees Alex tense in a way the supposed genius doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care about.

His off-handed comments about her missing him, about her missing them, even though Maggie knows – and Alex knows, and hell, even Max knows – there was never a them, build and build and build.

And Maggie swore she wouldn’t be possessive; swore she would let Alex fight her own battles; but as the afternoon draws on, Alex is looking more and more exhausted, more and more frustrated, more and more resigned to having to put up with his incessant flirting until they’re through with his knowledge.

But those days – the days of Alex having to push down her feelings – are over.

So Maggie takes a deep breath and Maggie passes behind Alex and slips her hand from her waist across the small of her back. Alex knows her touch, knows her hands, knows her gentleness, even while staring hard into a microscope lens, and she smiles.

It’s that smile that lets Maggie know that Alex is comfortable, that Alex is ready, that Alex has nothing to hide.

“Babe, have you thought about asking Supergirl to call Star Labs? Because we were talking about it, just randomly, and I think I remember her saying something about a cold gun, and I’m thinking we could adapt some of the principles to – “

“Oh my god, Mags, you’re a genius,” Alex splutters, and blows past Max to get to Maggie, to frame her face with her hands, and kiss her full on the mouth.

Max blinks and he stares and he grimaces.

“So that’s why we never got anywhere, Agent Danvers: you – “

“No. No no no, stop right there, Max. We never got anywhere because you’re a pretentious, selfish asshole. Also, I’m a lesbian. The things are completely unrelated.”

Maggie smirks and Max blinks rapidly and Alex nearly pats her own self on the back.

One of the agents assigned to keeping an eye on Max smirks while the other lets out a soft sigh as he passes his grinning colleague a crisp fifty dollar bill.

“Told you Agent Danvers would snap first. You owe Director Henshaw a twenty, too.”

Daddy’s Little Girl

Pairings: Jensen x Danneel, Jensen x daughter!Reader, Danneel x daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: lesbian reader, coming out, swearing, if this bothers you, please oh please do not continue reading.

Prompt: Approval

A/N: I was listening to the song “Same Love” by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis ft. Mary Lambert when I saw @impalaimagining‘s post for the 2K Followers Challenge, and I just had to take the prompt Approval. This is also something I’m posting for SPN Family Love and Acceptance Day. Because of that, this is kind of a mix between acceptance and approval. This is my first shot at writing Danneel; we’ll see how it goes.

Being the daughter of two very popular actors had its perks.

For example, getting to skip long lines, and free merchandise when people recognize you.

But it also has it’s downfalls. The paparazzi following you non stop being one of them. You couldn’t even walk outside and get the mail without someone taking pictures of you. The tabloids posting every picture of you made it almost impossible to have any sort of private moment. But the worst of them all: the ‘perfect daughter’ tag.

You were the eldest child of Jensen and Danneel Ackles. Two very, very generous, talented, and famous people. That being said, many people thought you just had to be the perfect daughter.

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BTS Reactions #3- Love at First Sight

NAMJOON-  Life as a flight attendant could be pretty exhausting.  You were constantly dealing with irritable passengers and long hours stuck trailing up and down the aisles in the cramped plane.  It didn’t help that the dress code required you to be in heels and a uniform that did nothing to relax your posture.  Your face was also so heavy in overly colorful makeup, you couldn’t wait to get home and wipe it all of and put on some sweatpants.  

  Currently, you were bending over the small space between to rows of seats in an effort to capture the empty soda cans the most recent passengers left behind.  You really couldn’t understand why they felt the need to shove it into the seats.  Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to be met with a fellow co-worker of yours.  

  “Hey (Y/n), Ally got sick last minute so do you mind taking her spot up in first class for the next flight?”  Inwardly, you groaned.  First class passengers were the worst.  They were just so entitled and saw flight attendants as personal slaves.  You were half way done with declining the offer when you suddenly stopped.  Ally had worked your shift that one time you had a family emergency on that flight to Germany.  You guessed it was time to repay the favor. 

  The next set of passengers were way less rowdier than ones on the last flight.  For that, you silently thanked god. However, now was the time you were dreading.  It has been 15 minutes since take off, and now officially time to go out and offer drinks and snacks.  You dreaded dragging that huge cart around to serve arrogant rich people.  

  You had just begun going down the aisles when you heard a loud boom at the end of your cart.  You gasped.  Uh-oh.  your worst fear came true, you hit someone with the cart.  Scared at being yelled at, you ran up to the person who you hit.  He was currently rubbing the back of his head, telling you he probably poked his head out at the same time you were pushing the heavy cart forward.   To add insult to injury, you spotted a huge stain on his shirt.  Great, you even spilled a drink on him too.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”  You said while padding away at the mess that was on his shirt.  

  “Oh, it’s okay.  I’m kinda clumsy t-” Suddenly he cut off as he stared up at you.  Prepared to get chewed out in front of everyone, you rushed to explain yourself.  

  “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t see you.  If it helps I can offer you anything from this menu for free.”  You looked up from the huge stain, to see him staring at you.  

  You noticed that he was quite handsome however his eyes looked glossy as his overall expression became dazed.  Then, you heard him whisper in that deep voice of his, “So pretty.”

  Your heart dropped, you gave him a concussion!  

  “Oh my god, I’m gonna loose my job.”  And to your confusion he just laughed.

  this was the story of how you met your boyfriend, Namjoon.

Originally posted by ksjknj

JIN-  The brisk spring air hit your body in a rush as you sped down the street.  To your calculations, all you had was two more houses to go and then your shift would be done.  And just in time for your favorite K-drama too!  

  Being a student was hard.  Although you loved focusing all your attention to getting your degree in health in order to help people, bills were pilling up and you could only apply for so much financial aid.  Eventually you got off the couch and applied for some part time jobs.  Although it was annoying to have to begin work right after you get off class, the running electricity and food in your fridge thanked you.  

  Eventually you reached you destination, and got off your bike.  You took off your helmet and switched it for the box of steaming chicken.  Quickly, you took out your phone and double checked the address. You were at the right place.

  As you stalked up the the home, you couldn’t help but notice how big it was.  Perhaps today was your lucky day and you would actually be delivering some chicken to a celebrity.  You chuckled at the thought.  

  You rang the doorbell and patiently waited.  It took only a few moments for the door to open to reveal a very tall, broad-shouldered and angel-faced man.  He didn’t spare you a look and instead dug around in his pockets for his wallet.  

  Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized he looked oddly familiar.  You could’ve sworn that you saw him on television or something.  But, you decided to leave it as he probably wouldn’t like being asked about his social status.  

  “How much do I owe you?” he asked quietly.

   “14.50 please.”  you answered shortly.  

  Out of nowhere, you heard a fast intake of breath.  Concerned, you looked up to find he had dropped his wallet and was staring at you with his jaw dropped. 

  “Sir, are you okay?”  

  He just continued staring at you as though he had never seen a girl before.  it took him 15 minutes to fork over the money and let you leave.  

  Three weeks later, Jin would still call up the chicken place demanding that YOU deliver.  

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

   Yoongi-  So you weren’t the smartest.  You weren’t the prettiest.  And you weren’t necessarily charming at all.  But there was something you were extremely passionate about…and that was music.  

  You were a college dropout and a starving artist.  Although you weren’t making your parents extremely proud, you were living life the way you wanted to and focused all of your attention on music.  

  Music helped you through so much in life, you dedicated your life to it.  However, the world wasn’t as understanding as you wished it to be.  This explained why you were playing your violin at the city corner playing for tips in hopes of paying your rent on time.

  Some kind people watched for a while and dropped a few crumpled ones into your jar.  But other than that, people continued to pass you, too caught up in their lives to care about yours.  

  Unknown to you, a man who was sitting on a bench nearby couldn’t help but notice the interesting tune that was floating through the city.  As he sipped on his coffee, his eyes began to search for the source of such a gorgeous sound.  Like a moth to flame, his sight landed on yours as you continued to play your violin.  

  He almost choked on his drink when he saw you.  For a few minutes he continued to stare, wondering if he was dreaming or not.

  Subtly, he passed by your jar just to quietly deposit a $50 dollar tip.

  In the next few days, you couldn’t help but notice that your tips got higher.  For some reason, you always ended up with at least one 50 dollar bill.  You thought about this on the bus ride over to your usual city spot.  Perhaps your music just go better?  The thought made you smile.

  You had only been at you spot for 5 minutes when rain suddenly began pouring down on you and your violin.  your groaned loudly as you witnessed potential tippers run off to nearby shops for protection from the weather.  You were about ready to head off home, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to see a man whom you’ve never seen before.

  All he did was smirk and ask, “You know after all those fifty dollar bills, I think I at least deserve your company for getting coffee.”

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

As always, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook version will be posted in a bit.

Odd One Out Part 2 - Soulmate AU (Jughead x Reader)

Summary: After you find out that your soulmate has been intentionally hiding you connection for six years, you assume it’s because he doesn’t want you. Running away from the trailer park in distress, you find yourself on the Southside of Riverdale, in the heart of Serpent territory.

Approx. 1930 words

Part 1 here
Part 3 here

“Ron…Ronnie? Pl… please can you come and pick me up?” you cried down the phone, your stammering the result of your erratic breathing. After your encounter with Jughead, your head had been clouded with too many emotions to focus on where you were running, you just wanted to get away from him, and now you found yourself wondering round a part of Riverdale that you had never set foot in before. You began to panic slightly as you guessed you were probably on the Southside, and consequently in Serpent territory.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Of course I’ll come get you, where are you?” Veronica’s voice was laced with concern.

“I… I… I don’t know where I am” you wailed down the phone, the pitch of your voice rising in accordance with your panic. “I was at the trailer park and then… Ronnie I think I’m somewhere on the Southside.” Your voice wavered, you had the sudden sinking feeling that you might actually be in danger.

“Okay honey, look around and give me a street name, or the name of a shop and I’ll pop it into Google maps and be with you in no time.” Veronica’s voice was steady and calm, you almost laughed as you realised she sounded exactly like your mother. You looked around helplessly. The streetlamps were just beginning to glow as the darkness of evening etched across the sky like spilled ink. You shivered as you realised that you hadn’t seen the sun set and suddenly felt even more vulnerable in the ever-growing darkness.

“Uhh –” you narrowed your eyes as you tried to read the name of the bar across the street from you through the persistently pouring rain. “I’m next to a bar called the Whyte Wyrm.” You heard Veronica inhale sharply and correctly suspected that you were right in the heart of Serpent territory.

“Don’t go anywhere; I’m coming to get you right now.” Veronica’s calm tone faltered slightly. You heard the screech of tyres down the phone just before Veronica hung up and felt comforted knowing that, at the speed Veronica usually drove, she was probably only five minutes away in any direction.

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Across the Stars, Chapter 7

Prologue   Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 8

AN: I did it! It’s here! And I really love this chapter and I’m so pumped for Spring Break and the stress all just melted away from me an I’m so happy and ready to write again. I’m so thankful for all your enthusiasm–it really helps when I write. You all have no idea. If you liked this chapter, please remember to like/reblog/leave a commment. Or come talk to me with headcanons and things like that <3 Enjoy!

He waited for her.

He knew he shouldn’t have, knew that waiting for her, that even talking to her was a risk. That he was risking both his own life and her life. And he knew that he made her hate him, and that she needed to hate him, needed to fear him, needed to get as far away from him and Tamlin as possible. As far away from Amarantha and this whole damned mess that had spread out before them, that she had no business getting tangled up in.

She and Eirian were alike in that they were innocents.

But Eirian, because of her family tie to him, had no choice but to be dragged into this, and Feyre…Feyre could run. And he hoped she did. He hoped he’d scared Tamlin enough that he’d sent her away, to wherever her family or friends were. He told himself he was waiting at the coffee shop every day to ensure that she didn’t come back, to ensure that she was safe and home and away from him and Amarantha and Tamlin.

He wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all himself.

“I don’t think she’s coming back, man,” Sam said as he pushed Rhys’s third Americano across the café table. “I haven’t seen her for two and a half weeks now.”

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Hold my Hand Dammit- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: Bucky is timid about touching you because he is still unsure about his strength and his arm.

Word Count: 2009

Warnings: None (:

Young love in the twenty first century was something quite new to Bucky. You had liked Bucky forever, but it had never occurred to you that he could ever feel the same way, so you just let your heart ache for the man with the gleaming metal arm. But after months of longing looks, blushed cheeks, and soft smiles, Bucky had made the first move, surprising the both of you. Of course you agreed, falling harder than ever before, pouring your whole being into this relationship. You had only officially been dating for about two weeks now, and Bucky was still on the fringe with the whole “PDA” lovey dovey thing, preferring to take it rather slow. And plus he was still unsure of his strength and was very cautious not to hurt you, his self consciousness was both endearing and frustrating. His metal arm was the subject of his utmost caution around you, hardly even letting you touch it, afraid of what it could do.

As of now you two were laying on the couch, your legs were draped over his lap, his hand was lying flat on your thigh, his metal fingers a cool heavy weight on your thigh. You paid minimal attention to the episode of Grey’s Anatomy playing on the screen, meanwhile Bucky was entranced, following every character’s plot, gasping every few minutes. You were scrolling through your phone, putting funny snapchat filters on your unaware boyfriend. You put the dog filter on him, a quiet giggle leaving your lips. He turned toward you, raising his eyebrows at you as you took a video of him looking confused, the filter moving along with him.

“What’s so funny, let me see,” He inquired. You sat up, scooting closer to him to show him the video, as you leaned on him you could feel him tense up slightly. You ignore this, leaning closer so he could see better. You played the video of him on your phone, a wide smile played on his lips.

“See, your a dog,” you clarified. You sent him the snap and posted it to your story. After that was done you leaned your head on him, and intertwined your fingers in his metal ones. He tore his hand away from yours, bringing it into his lap.

“Uh, do you want some snacks?” He asked, not wanting any time for you to ask about his odd behavior. He got up, making his way toward the kitchen.

“Uh, sure,” you agreed, getting up to follow him into the kitchen, a pang of doubt about this relationship hitting you in the stomach, you shoved it down, telling yourself you were only overthinking it. You caught up to him, this time intertwining your flesh hands, his palm was warm and calloused against yours. Again, he flinched as though he had been shocked, the current running through his muscles, his hand ripping from yours. Ok now this was NOT normal, even for over cautious Bucky. You continued your walk to the kitchen in silence, not knowing what to say or think. A throb of doubt once again pulsed through you, was this not going to work out after all? Did he just go out with you in the first place to be nice? Was he getting bored after only two weeks? All these questions raced through your head, each one worse than the last. Your speed thinking was interrupted by Bucky’s voice.
“Do you want popcorn or chips, or we could have candy?” he asked, rummaging around in the pantry for a snack.

“Um, I don’t care, whatever you want,” You replied. Tension hung in the air between your words, you wanted to, needed to fill the empty space with words, but nothing was coming out, you had nothing to say. You could not put into words your feelings about him, or how much you wanted to ask him why he was pulling away. You couldn’t find the words to say how much you hoped this wasn’t because something was wrong with you, or that he finally got to really know you and wanted out. So the silence hung there, driving a deeper and deeper wedge between the two of you with each passing second. He wanted to say something, to fill the void, but he just couldn’t express what he needed to, he didn’t know how. How does he tell the love of his life that he is afraid to touch her, not because he doesn’t love her, but because he loves her too much and is afraid to even lay a finger on her. Because the fear of hurting her overwhelms him, so much so that when she touches him he flinches like he has been slapped. But he can’t just leave you to wonder, he has to say something, anything, something to explain himself. Because he can see the confusion and doubt clouding your bright eyes, flooding your irises with uncertainty. Before either of you could decide on how to express yourselves, Tony’s voice rang loud and clear through your heads.

“Hey can you two lovebirds go out and get dinner tonight? Nobody feels like cooking. I don’t really care what you get, just anything but sushi, I can’t possibly do another night of Sushi, just because Thor is obsessed with it doesn’t mean we all have to suffer,” Tony murmured, throwing a fifty dollar bill on the counter and leaving with an orange in hand.  You glanced over at Bucky, he was already looking at you, something flickered in his eyes that you didn’t catch, he looked away. You grabbed the fifty off the counter.

“Alright, I’ll go, what do we want?” You offered. Bucky looked at you, his arms hanging limply by his sides, defeat written all over his face. Why was he acting so weird, oh how you would’ve liked to know. You debated asking, but decided to go get dinner first, maybe he needed some time to himself

“Chinese it is,” You decided for yourself, turning to leave.

“I’ll come with you,” Bucky announced. You nodded curtly, letting him follow you out of the building. You decided to walk the few blocks to the restaurant in the shadows of the setting sun. It was the end of a nice day outside, and the last few rays of warm sun were sinking down behind the skyscrapers. You and Bucky walked side by side, your arms occasionally brushing, your hips bumping in the rhythm of your steps. He didn’t flinch this time when yours hand grazed his, you grabbed his hand when your arm swung forward again, he didn’t pull away at first, but rather contemplated it. His face scrunched up, as if he were making some big decision, his sighed and let his hand fall out of yours. Your heart fell into your feet, a pit sat heavy in your stomach. You took a few long strides so you were ahead of him, not wanting your rejected gesture to hang between the two of you. He looked at you as you walked past, regret filling his thoughts, he shouldn’t’ve let you go.

You got to the chinese resturant, going along the line of hot trays and picking out a sweet, sticky, warm chinese feast for everyone back at the tower. As you paid and got change, you handed one of the bags to Bucky, your hand grazing his once more, he again flinched like he had been electrocuted. Despair and confusion was now replaced by rage. You paced out of the restaurant and out onto the street turning to face Bucky abruptly, almost running smack into his broad chest because he was following you so closely.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You snapped, setting the bags down on a table outside the restaurant. Bucky stammered for a minute, floundering over the words he wanted to say as they stuck to his throat.

“Why won’t you touch me? In fact you won’t even barely come within five feet of me without looking like you’re going to throw up! Why won’t you hold my hand? Are you done with me already? Do you already want to call it quits? Because if so you could just tell me instead of acting repulsed by me until I leave!” You shouted, everything you wanted so badly to know spewing from your lips in a desperate rage in an attempt to understand him. Angry tears began to drip down your cheeks, leaving wet, hot trails. People were beginning to stare as you flailed your arms wildly, crying, and shouting with all your might at the man with the gleaming metal arm holding a rather large bag of take out. Bucky finally got ahold of what he wanted to say, flinging the words at you like insults.

“You don’t think I love you [Y/n]! You don’t think that I love you so much that the fear of hurting you with my arm overwhelms me to the point that I can’t even touch you without this crippling fear that I will kill you?! Is that what you think, that I’m repulsed by you? You really think I could ever do anything other than love you with all my being? Because if you really don’t trust me to love you, maybe this isn’t going to work out.” Bucky yelled back, still holding the take out bag to his chest. Now more people were staring…

“Maybe it won’t work out,” You whispered, more tears rolling down your cheeks, finally coming to the realization that this might not be right. You looked at Bucky, his eyes hard and pensive.

“I want this to work,” he finally replied, after what seemed like years.

“Well when you flinch or pull away everytime we touch, that doesn’t really scream infatuation now does it,” you snapped. Bucky looked down at you, all tear stained cheeks and swollen red eyes. He noticed how beautiful your eyes looked after you cried, like the calm of water after a nasty storm, peaceful and still, but so full of life.

“I guess not,” Bucky admitted.

“I was just so afraid of hurting you. This arm had killed hundreds of people without any problem, I don’t even want to imagine what it could do to you if I got out of control. I guess I don’t trust myself,” he admitted, his shoulder slumping, as if they were just relieved of heavy weight.

“I trust you,” You reassured softly, stepping closer to him on the sidewalk.

“Bucky, I’d trust you with my life. You are the love of my life, and that arm is one of my favorite things about you. I never even thought for a moment from the second I met you that you would ever hurt me. Bucky, what you did all those years wasn’t you, it’s not your fault. You’re not a villain, you are just a man, and a damn fine one at that,” You continued, stepping even closer to him, grabbing the bag from him and setting it on the table next to the other one so you could lean in and kiss him. You lips met his, he was hesitant at first, but eventually sank into this kiss, letting his arms come around you. The city around you came to a standstill, there was nobody but you two in the whole city. You pulled away.

“We should get this home before it gets cold,” you suggested, Bucky nodded, pecking your lips one more time before picking up one of the bags. You grabbed the other one, setting off back toward the tower in the shadow of twilight.

“Hold my hand dammit,” you commanded as you walked, intertwining your fingers with his cool metal ones, letting his ridged palm come flush against yours, your heart swelling at the contact. This was going to work out after all, and while he was still getting used to love in the twenty first century, this was something he could definitely get used to very quick.




Nightwing/ Dick Grayson X Reader X Red Hood/ Jason Todd- Love Toxin (Part 3)

When I saw the request for a batsis to betray them, I immediately thought of this story.  This does include the Batfam!  I decided to post this today because of the next request, and you guys know how much I love the Arkhamverse.

Part 1, Part 2

Warning: Swearing, description of injuries/pain, fighting

Ever since that night, you were relieved from patrol by Bruce and even Alfred.  You loved that old man to bits, but you felt like they were over exaggerating what Ivy did to you.  Yeah, your entire DNA was rewritten, but you felt fine.  As the days progressed into a week, you started to notice little changes your body was experiencing.  Scars were disappearing, old wounds and achy joints were fixed like they weren’t there, and this scared the shit out of you.  You knew that if you told Bruce, Alfred or any of the boys, your chances of getting out of the manor would diminish.  Soon after you noticed your injuries healing, your dreams were starting to get affected by whatever Ivy did to you as well, and because of this you weren’t able to sleep.  It was actually weird that you didn’t feel tired after you gave up on sleeping, you actually felt more energized when you were outside for your usual run around Bruce’s property.  The only thing you were thankful for was that there were no plants growing out of your ass.

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anonymous asked:

46 and 14 please😁😁 I can't believe I'm already so obsessed with your writing

we can’t believe you are either aha! thank you for requesting and sorry for the wait! x

this will be an ethan fic (if you didn’t want him, just tell us) and i’ll admit, i struggled with this one because i didn’t know how to fit 14 into the story but i did it! i also made this one a bit shorter since h and i have alooooott to do but don’t worry, i still put the same amount of effort in!



46. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“You little bitch! You cheated!”

Ethan’s laughter echoes throughout his apartment and you can’t help but laugh with him. Even when he cheats in almost every game you play together, his laugh was too cute and contagious to not laugh with him.

It was a normal Friday night for you guys which consisted of junk food, pyjamas, and video games. This tradition happened every Friday so you guys could catch up and relieve stress and ignore the world.

You chuck your controller at him, somehow missing him by a mile which makes him laugh even harder. Your laughter dies down as you stare at him in adoration, not knowing any other way to look at him. This boy, this beautiful and selfless boy, is the one you’ve been in love with since you were a child.

Ethan notices your silence and looks at you questioningly. You look into his eyes and decide you’re ready. You’ve waited so long to tell Ethan how you’ve really felt and know, after

You rest your head on his shoulder and breathe. You reassure yourself, even if he doesn’t like you back, you guys could still be best friends, right?

“Ethan?” You whisper, your fingers fiddling with his bracelet gently. Your heart is beating so, so fast and you start to have doubts.

“Yeah?” He whispers back, looking down at you whilst your bit you lip hard and struggled to get the words out.

What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?” You stammered and as soon as those words left your mouth you regretted them. You weren’t emotionally ready to get rejected. Nonetheless rejected by your best friend.

Before he could reply, you got up and instantly gathered your things whilst muttering at how stupid you were and how you were sorry. Ethan, being shocked at your confession doesn’t move a muscle when you leave.

Hours later, you end up roaming the streets with your skin still flushed from embarrassment and overthinking. When you look up, you’re at a very familiar place - the pizza parlour you and Ethan often visit.

You sniffle to yourself, already missing him. Walking into the building you’re instantly blasted with the smell of delicious pizza. Usually, you would smile, but it all just reminded you of Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.

Joey, the owner walks out from the kitchen and smiles at you, “Pineapple pizza?” He questions, his eyes searching for Ethan who would always be with you.

“Uh,” You gulped, “yes please.”

You search your pockets for money and when you find nothing but a piece of gum your shoulders drop instantly. “Neverm-”

“Here, man.” A hand reaches out, giving Joey a fifty-dollar bill. “Keep the change.”

You know exactly who it is and your body freezes. Of course, Ethan would find you here. This would be one of the first places he would check for you. You clear your throat, not looking up at him once before moving to a booth.

He followed you, desperately trying to make eye contact. You sit down and hide your face behind your hair feeling awkward. You’ve never felt this way around Ethan, it feels strange and uncomfortable and you wish today never happened.

Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” You plead before he could say anything and look down, your hair hiding your face even more.

“Don’t hide behind your hair,” Ethan says gently, pushing your hair behind your ear. “you shouldn’t want to.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Your voice is unusually quiet, a large contrast from your bubbly personality and happy mood you were always in because of Ethan’s presence.

Ethan frowns and reaches for your hand, rubbing small circles on your palm. You bite your lip and try to hide your smile because every time he touches you, butterflies erupt in your stomach and your skin feels all tingly and your cheeks get warm. “Why would I be mad, (Y/N)?”

“I ruined our friendship.”

Ethan leans forward the tiniest bit and you stare at his gorgeous, hazel eyes. He is everything you’ve ever wished for but you’d never have him and you fear he is about to reject you.

“Now, what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?” There is not one ounce of playfulness in his voice but you can’t help feel as if he were playing a huge joke on you.


He nods and your smile is uncontrollable. This is real. If only you had stayed and waited for his answer, none of this nonsense would have happened. You go to apologize, but Ethan anticipates it by the guilt in your eyes. So he kisses you, his body leaning over the table and his hands resting on your neck.

You push against him, smiling in the kiss. You had finally gotten the boy you had yearned for all your life.

happilyfoulwolf  asked:

Hey! Could you recommand me sole sterek fics with businessman!Derek and student!Stiles, pretty please? Thank you! Awesome blog btw!! Xx

Hey :)

Aww. Thank you!!! Here’s a few with college student stiles. 

I Hope By the Morning by  andnowforyaya | 21.4K

From the bathroom came sounds of the guy brushing his teeth. Stiles rubbed the fifty dollar bill between his fingers and felt cheap. “Dude, I’m not taking your money.”

The guy spat and turned the faucet on. “Take the money. You said you lived in Queens last night? Who the hell lives in Queens.”

The fifty seemed gritty in his fingers, but he put it in the back pocket of his ridiculously tight jeans, anyway. That was, like, a five-hour shift at the coffee shop where he worked, Common Grounds, with tips. “And don’t call me ‘dude,’” the guy continued, turning off the faucet. “I’m not your college bro. It’s Derek.”

The Same Old Blood Rush (With A New Touch) by  rainsoakedshoes | 29.5K

Derek was an Alpha with a pack and a multi-billion dollar company to take care of. Stiles was a college kid with assignments and student debt to worry about. Neither of them were looking a serious relationship. A one night stand turned into an easy no-strings-attached arrangement. Although nothing is ever as easy or as simple as it first seems.

Mr Hale by  SephrinaRose | 52.3K

It was only last week that Stiles had been a completely happy college student, laying about and playing Xbox. But, now, only a few short hours later, he was known worldwide as Mr Hale’s bitch.

Oh shit indeed.

Help Wanted (But Not Really) by  reillyblack | 20.4K

“Stiles, I’ll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He’s a difficult person to live with, so I won’t sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job,” Laura explained.

Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.

One life stand by  Vendelin | 84.2K

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.


Yoongi x Reader
Gang AU
Chapter 1 // Words: 1974 
Warnings: violence, kidnapping, mentions of sex, mentions of death, adult language, mental/emotional abuse
A/N: i hope you guys like this! i have a few chapters already written so i’ll post those increments

You woke up from a dreamless sleep to see light filtering through the thin slits in the blinds covering the window on the wall across from the plush bed you were currently sprawled across, buried under a thick white comforter. You took a deep breath as you blinked away the grogginess, adjusting  your eyes to the dim, unfamiliar room and the dull pounding in the front of your skull. You didn’t quite remember where you were until you shifted and felt a heavy arm across your waist tighten slightly. You rolled over in your spot and were met with the sleeping face of a man you could only describe as beautiful. He had smooth, pale skin that was unblemished, aside from the dark circles peeking out under his long eyelashes. His cheeks were round, his lips pink and slightly parted. As you started to recall the events from the night before, you noticed that he looked different from when you had met him at the party celebrating the music company he worked for. His face wasn’t taken over by a disdainful look in reference to the attendees of the bar, replaced by a much more peaceful expression. You grinned to yourself and moved some of the blond hair from his eyes to get a better look at him. It was almost shocking how this cherubic face belonged to the deep voice that had breathed obscenities into your ear and the hands that had sent electricity throughout your body only hours before. Your smile grew as you recounted what had gone down after the two of you had gotten into a taxi together to go back to his apartment. Though your body felt a little sore - and you could’ve sworn there were bruises on your hips from how tightly he had held you - it was the best you ever had, despite the fact you were drunk off your ass and you were starting to suffer the consequences. Part of you wanted to wake him up, but you stopped yourself with another look at his sweet face. You instead placed a feather-light kiss on his lips before you gently lifted his arm off of you so you could slide off the bed. You did want to stay and cuddle for longer, but you knew better than to overstay your welcome.

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