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I’m A Good Girl

Summary: Dean has the reader wear something different when they’re alone for the weekend…

Square Filled: Collars

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Rating: explicit (smut (collar play, use of a butt plug), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo 

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You and I (1)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3308

Warnings: Smol Angst..Smut..Cursing..Metal Arm!!

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and you try to distract yourself by listening to loud music and cleaning your room. Bucky lives on the same floor as you and hears the music. Curiosity gets the best of him.

A/N: I’m still shit at summaries. I honestly think this obsession with Bucky’s arm and hair is just going too far but what the hell!! Use protection people. Better safe than surprised! Still new to smut writing…so ya! Leave comments pwetty pwease. Send me a message if you want to be tagged in anything.

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Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

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Her Lips

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

KJ Apa x reader 

Warnings: Language I guess

Plot: In an interview the cast of Riverdale is asked what feature of their co-stars is the best.

You were part of the adorable Riverdale cast and you were so happy for that. Everybody loved you and you loved them. Even if you had a crush on KJ, that nobody knew of, except maybe Camila and Lili, you were really good friends and you teased and made each other laugh all the time. 

You were about to do an interview about the show and you were putting make-up on. Not much though just the basic. You did take care of your lips though making them pop out and look even more big than they already are.

Everybody was interviewed in pairs, so most of the cast was done except you and Madeleine. 

“So ladiess….” said the interviewer. “We are going to play a game. You are going to tell me what is the best feature of each cast member. Let’s start with KJ.”

“Body.” you said maybe too quickly. “Wow! That was fast. It’s not like he doesn’t have other amazing features, like his voice, his laugh, or his adorable personality. It’s just that his body…. I mean come one….You have seen him shirtless!” 

Everybody laughed and so did you trying to hide your embarrassment. Why the fuck did I say his body? And why the fuck did I continue talking?

“I have to agree with (Y/N)” said Madeleine.

“What about Cole?”

“Humor” you both said in unison


“Her dorkiness.”  said Madeleine.

“Her daddyness.” you said.

“Hahaha ehmm…Camila.”

“Oh her dance moves.” you said.

“Her eyebrows.”


“HAIR” said Madeleine.

“Oh thank you!!! Do I answer that too? Or is it too narcissistic?” 

“You do.”

“Hmmm I have to say lips. I love my lips.”

“So does KJ it seems.”

“Wait… What?” you asked confused.

“When I asked him about your best feature he said immediatly your lips.”

“Of cource he did.” said Madeleine. “He is kind of a pervert.”

“Okay…” you said and laughed awkwardly. “I told you I do have some great lips.”

“So… Madeleine.”


When you got home you immediatly opened your laptop and watched KJ’s and Cole’s interview.

“Let’s start with (Y/N)”

“Her lips.” said KJ.

“Whoahhh whoahhh dudee!” said Cole with a smirk.

“Is there something you wanna tell us KJ?” said the interviwer raising an eyebrow.

“No no nooo.” said KJ blushing “I mean she has really nice lips. Well  she also has an aodrable laugh, mesmerising smile, great humor and she is gorgeous and-”

“I am gonna stop him before he says she has a great butt. Her laugh is the best one though. I mean you laugh with her laugh and she doesn’t even mind she just keeps laughing.”

“Yeah ehmm definately her lips. I know it sounds weird.”

“Bro you make it sound weird.” 

You were laughing and you were shocked. The thought that he might like you back crossed your mind but your thoughts were interupted by the doorbell so you got up to open the door.

“ Keneti James Fitzgerald Apa what are you doing here?” you teased with a “mesmerising” smile.

“So my body, huh? I should have seen it coming. I mean every time I take of my shirt you are like “Well hellooo there”. Plus you are always biting your lips when I am shirtless.” he said with a smile.

You didn’t have time to be embarrassed or blush. You just teased him back.

“You mean my nice lips that can turn into a mesmerising smile? And an adorable laugh?” 

“Yeah do you mind me tasting them?” he said coming closer.

“I don’t see why I might mind.” So he did taste them.

“Definately your best feature.”

“Kiss Me” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,293

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be 

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.

“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.

You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.

“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.

“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.

“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.

“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”

“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”

You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.

“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.

“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”

“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”

“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.

“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”


“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.


A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.

“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.

“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”

Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.

“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.

You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?

You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.

You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.

The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.

You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“

You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.

“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.

“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.

The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.

Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.

When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.

“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.

“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.

“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.

“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.

“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.

“Why, thank you!” He smiles.

“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.

“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.

“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.

He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.

You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.

“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.

“I’ll go.”

“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.

“I will.”

You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.

“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.

“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.

“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”

Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.

He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.

“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.

“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.

“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.

“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.

You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.

“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.

“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.

You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’

“Dean, kiss me.” You say.

“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.

“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.

“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.

“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.

“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.

“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.

“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.

“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.

“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.

The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.

The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.

“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.

“Look, it was just purely for business-“

“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You nodded, unable to form any words.

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.

“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.

It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.

Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.

“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.

“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.

You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.

“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.

“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.

“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.

“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.

“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.

“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.

“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.

“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.

“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”

“Good morning!” You chirped, tossing your hair up into a ponytail as you made your way down the stairs. You let out a small grunt before stretching your limbs out a little, obviously still sore from last night. You had hickeys littered on your skin, your legs felt a wee bit number than usual - Overall, you kind of just looked and smelled like sex. Of course, you didn’t want to let Harry find out about the fact that you were hobbling around rather than walking. He would always get so confident (you couldn’t blame him for that - he was really good in bed, after all) and would make cheeky little remarks reminding you of how hard he had- 

“Morning, love. Sleep well?” Harry turned around to glance at you, smiling lightly at the fact that you were wearing practically nothing but one of his shirts. 

“Slept like a baby. You?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him from behind with your chin propped up on his shoulder as he made his morning tea. 

“Same, same.” Harry hummed, turning slightly to press a chaste kiss to the side of your head. This was routine for you two whenever it was the morning after. Harry would wait, and wait, until he had an entrance to bring up the amazing sex you guys had the previous night. It was just fun to see your cheeks brighten and your eyes widen whenever Harry talked about all the different ways he had ravaged you. You had caught on, of course. Sure, you knew it was fun and games for him, and as much as you loved Harry, you hated when he’d tease you. That was why this morning, you’d try your best to show that you were perfectly fine. 110% totally, completely fine. Even if you couldn’t feel your legs. 

“Did you want cereal or anything?” You hummed, opening the cabinets up to look at the array of cereal boxes. 

“Cornflakes would be nice, I suppose.” Harry shrugged, sitting himself down at the counter as he watched you shuffle around. As you got up on your tip-toes to grab the box in the cabinets, you immediately winced, feeling your legs tremble beneath you. 

“You, uh, you sure you don’t want anything else? I could make you some scrambled eggs or something. Toast, even?” You cleared your throat, letting out a short breath as you squeezed your thighs together. Harry raised an eyebrow while bringing his mug of tea up to his lips. 

“I.. No, no. Tha’s alright. Cereal should be fine.” Harry paused for a moment before speaking up again. “Actually, can yeh get the Cinnamon Toast Crunch? It’s on the top shelf.”

“You don’t usually go for Cinnamon Toast Crunch.” You quipped, glancing towards the top shelf. The thought of having to get on your tip-toes for more than a millisecond was already making your legs tremble again. 

“I know. I jus’ feel like it, though.” Harry grinned, hiding his smile behind his mug. “Yeh alright, love? S’almost like yeh don’ want me t’ eat the cereal.” 

“Only cos the Cinnamon Toast Crunch belongs to me. You don’t like sugary stuff.” You said, almost a little too quickly. “You know what? Fine, you can have some. I’m feeling generous this morning.” 

As you looked up towards the cereal, it felt like it was far, far away from your grasp. You spent about 10 seconds staring at the cereal before a hand shot up from behind you, Harry nabbing it for himself with his other hand clasping your waist. You jumped in surprise, immediately turning around only to be met with Harry’s smug face. 

“Could’a asked me t’ help next time, Y/N.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself without your help.” 

“That wasn’t the case last night, love. But you keep tellin’ yourself tha’.” 


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You’re my Master Piece - Blind!Levi x Reader

A/N: This is a modern AU and it contains no reference to Attack on Titan. Besides, the character is a bit OOC, for he is only based off of Levi.

(Y/N) was a nice girl, she always has been. No, actually, she was the nice girl.
Yeah you know which one. The one that everybody is friends with because you just can’t hate her, she’s too nice. The one who has soft, wavy hair no matter what, and a clear skin, but once again, you cannot really jealous her to the point where you’d hate her. You simply can’t.
But she was also that girl that everybody took for granted and enjoyed pushing her buttons, to try her limits. The nice girl people underestimated and never took time to get to know, because what else is there to see? She’s just a nice girl.
“Hey, who’s that chick over there?” “Oh (Y/N)? I’m in her math class, she’s a nice girl.”
“I heard that Blake didn’t finish the night alone at your party last night! Do you know who it could be? Probably a girl from your class…” “Well, it can’t be (Y/N), she’s too nice for that.”
Isn’t is weird how ‘nice’ can go from a compliment to a bitter insult depending on who speaks?
That fact took a long time before (Y/N) finally acknowledged the fact that, regardless how she would behave, people would always find her nice. The spectrum went from the genuine 'that’s so nice!’ to the sarcastic 'huh that’s nice’. However, that period of her life was over, and today, in her late twenties, (Y/N) was a fulfilled photographer, with her own art gallery in Chicago, and a nice little apartment in an old brick building that she took pleasure in decorating.

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Scenario: This guy sitting behind me on the bus was harassing me and when you got on you came up, took the seat next to me and said “Hey sweetie, Mom wants to know when and where you want to meet them for dinner. I was thinking the diner down the road from us”
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,848
Author’s Note: I remember an anon asking me about Jimin stories, so I figured it was about time I got around to that. This may or may not be based on personal experience when I went to university in the city.


Public transportation, as it turns out, is the bane of your existence. You’d think that for someone who has undergone 2 years of the same routine, of keeping to yourself with your ear buds and notebooks and eyes glued to your phone screen for a majority of the ride into downtown, you would have gained a better hand in not attracting too much attention to yourself.

However, the hard jab into the back of your shoulder blades makes you almost think how much safer you’d feel if you had just decided to drive to school—sure, it may cost more and traffic sucks sometimes and driving in it of itself is so exhausting sometimes, but you wouldn’t have to—!

The voice starts as a murmur, drowned out by the steady beat of music ringing in your ears, and you think you might be able to ignore the man entirely before the jab comes back and actually hurts to the nature in which it’s right against a nerve. You flinch slightly upon contact, jerking away from the touch as you become reminded of your slight repulsion of physical touch—especially from people you don’t know very well.

Craning to look over your shoulder, you find yourself coming face-to-face with a man much older than you, his beady eyes giving off intentions for prying on individuals much younger than himself—who eyes you with so much possession that it makes your stomach churn. His gaze holds an expectancy that you wish to ignore, but are unable to do so now that you’ve given him some of your attention.

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Perfect - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering (if you’re still taking requests) if you could write a Jughead imagine where they’re best friends who both like each other based on “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran? The song’s been playing over and over again in my head and it reminds me of jughead tbh. Thanks in advance! <3

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

(FEM!Reader) This is totally based off of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, so have a listen while you read this! I kind of sped up their relationship because I already had an idea in my head for this one. (Song credit : Ed Sheeran)

I also hope this makes up for no Riverdale today… *sad face*

Riverdale High School hallways were buzzing with excitement during homecoming week. Even your ragtag group of friends had an extra bounce to their steps. Everyone had plans for the dance and the weekend after. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin would be attending the dance together, since they’re single. Archie would be taking Valerie to the formal, meeting up with the trio there.

“So what about you two?” Everyone turned to look at you and Jughead who, next to Archie and Valerie, were the only other couple at the lunch table. You glanced at Jughead who simply rolled his eyes. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be into the dance. Neither were you to be fair, but you both had been so busy, you thought that it could’ve served as a relaxing date.

“We’ll probably be at Pop’s,” you said, and Jughead smiled at you. His strong dislike for school dances was something you had to work around sometimes, but that smile was always worth it. Veronica let out a groan and Betty laughed.

“You guys have been so busy with the murder case! Do you find any time for each other?” You felt a smile creep onto your lips as Jughead chuckled. You didn’t spend all your time together solving mysteries. Contrary to Veronica’s beliefs, you and Jughead were an affectionate couple. You just didn’t show it during school hours. The two of you were just kids when you fell in love, so your relationship was stronger than ever.

“Of course we have time for each other,” Jughead said, eating a chip, “this relationship wouldn’t have worked otherwise.” You let out a small laugh at his words.

“Yeah, Jughead here is super needy,” you teased and everyone smiled, even Jughead. As the rest of lunch went on, you all made plans to hang out on Saturday.

“See ya Saturday,” Jughead said as the two of you started to your next class.

“Have fun at the dance tonight,” You added as you walked away. You had four minutes in between each bell, giving you enough time to question Jughead. You linked your pinky finger with his and he smiled at you. “You okay,” he asked, knowing that when you got nervous you liked to be touching him in some way.

“Maybe we should go to the dance.” You said, hoping that he would get the hint. He kept walking, pinkies still intertwined. You walked in silence to the door of your next classroom and Jughead pulled you closer to him. A blush rose to your cheeks at the action, knowing that others were looking at the two of you.

“Do you want to go?” He asked, his green eyes meeting your gaze softly. You curled your pinky tighter around his and shrugged. His free hand went to the side of your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “What if I can guarantee you’ll have the time of your life tonight if you meet me at the Drive-In at seven o’clock?”

You raised you eyebrow at him, “guarantee?” He nodded in response and you smiled. “Well then it seems I have no choice, Jones.” He grinned and pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You blushed at the people looking at the two of you.

“I’ll see you at seven,” he said pulling away from you, “wear something nice.” You smiled as he walked away. You watched as he walked down the hall and when he was out of sight you walked into your classroom, wondering what he had in store for you.

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Does this make you happy? - Alex Summers

Summary : your boyfriend alex has been pushing you away and ignoring you, and when you confront him about it you get into a fight.

Word count : close to 1k I think?

Warnings : fighting, angst, cursing

Prompt : (65) “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?” (69) “We can be friends instead.”

Pairing : alex summers x mutant!reader

A/N : there’s probs gonna be several parts to this.

master list  | prompt list |

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Alex had been ignoring you lately, and you didn’t even know why. He had been off and distant after the whole Apocalypse fiasco and nearly dying.

You sat in Alex’s room, little sparks shooting out from your fingers and jumping onto your other hand. Your mutation was electrokinesis. It wasn’t the worst mutation, but it surely wasn’t the greatest either. It surfaced when you were in seventh grade, a bit later than most mutants here. You were just at home, working on your art project when you felt a pulse of electricity through you, but you thought nothing of it. When you got up to get something your socks were rubbing against the carpet, creating even more electric friction. As soon as your hand had landed on the metal of radio it blew out, sparks erupting from every inch of the object and your hands. You had screamed out for your parents and the rushed to you, faces full of worry. When your father’s hand landed on your shoulder he was electrocuted and stumbled backwards. After that your parents sent you away to the school, hoping that your ‘disease’ as they called it would be cured. So far that didn’t happen, it only got worse.

The door to his room opened and you sat up, fixing your messy hair. Alex though his jacket and bag on the ground, huffing in…annoyance? Anger?

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” You asked standing up and walking over to him. Alex ignored you, sitting on his bed and running his hands down his face. You frowned, wondering why he just blew you off. “Alex..?”

“What?” He snapped, his head turning in your direction. You gulped, playing with the bracelet around your wrist, the one he gave to you on your one year anniversary.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been ignoring me and you’ve been distant since whole thing with Apocalypse…” You looked at him, watching him closely.

Scoffing he rolled his eyes. “I’m perfectly fine, Y/N. Now go along and go do something else besides bothering me.” You rose an eyebrow, stalking over to him and standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

“Why the hell are you acting like this to me? I have done nothing, nothing wrong to hurt you or bother you in any way, so please tell me what the hell I did wrong to be treated the way you’ve been treating me.” Alex stood up, nearly towering over you but you weren’t scared of his height or anything about him for that matter.

“it’s not you it’s me, okay? I haven’t been thinking straight and I’m not happy, I’m really fucking upset, and you’re always just talking, talking, talking and it’s so god damn annoying!” His voice was raising, and that only made yours raise.

“I’m annoying? I’m annoying? Really, what do you think couples are supposed to do, Alex? Just fuck and then ignore each other?” You shot at him. “Am I not making you happy? Is that why I seem annoying to you?”

“I don’t know! All I know is that I’m just sick and tired of having to please you or the others, hell even myself and it’s not making me happy. This relationship isn’t making me happy!” Your heart shattered at his words and then you finally realized that he didn’t even want to be in this relationship with you, all of the feeling were completely one sided. Alex went wide eyed as he realized what he just said to you and before he could even speak another word you yelled at him.

“Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?” Tears stung your eyes and your tried your hardest not to have the spill out. “Does us fighting make you happy? Does faking your love for someone make you happy?” Alex reached out and raised your hand, glaring at him. The lights above you flickered and you eyes sparked dangerously.

“Wait no baby I’m sorry I didn’t-” Alex spoke quickly but you just put on your jacket, shaking your head and laughing dryly.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Summers. If this relationship isn’t making you happy, if I’m not making you happy than we can be friends instead.” Alex looked shocked, broken at your words and you opened the door to his room, stepping out before turning and saying, “Actually let’s just not be friends, I’ve wasted enough time on you, I don’t need to waste anymore.” With that you slammed the door behind you, running to your room and then collapsing onto the floor. All around you sparks shot out from your body, and you could feel the energy just draining and making you weaker.

The door to your room opened and in walked Scott and Jean. You must have looked like a total mess to the, so pathetic and sad. The two ran over to you, Jean carefully lifting you up and getting you to look at her.

“Hey, hey what happened? Why are you crying?” She asked, wiping away some of the tears that streamed down your face. You sniffled looking down at you lap.

“Alex and I broke up, he said that the relationship wasn’t making him happy..” You mumbled. Jeans mouth gaped open and she pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing your back as you let loose the tears once again. “I wasted years on him, Jean. I wasted so much time thinking that he actually loved me, but really everything was just one sided.” You mumbled, pulling away from Jean’s embrace. “God I’m so fucking stupid.” You muttered.

“You’re not stupid, Y/N, Alex is the stupid one for letting you go and saying such horrible things to you.” Scott said, patting your back softly. You shrugged, wiping your eyes and taking in a deep breathe.

“I need to do something, anything. It feel like my insides are burning and my heart hurts so bad.” You mumbled, standing up. Jean and Scott followed suit.

“We can go get ice-cream at the mall? From your favorite place and then walk around, just looking at stuff and talking?” You nodded. “I’ll get the others too, just to show you and Alex that you don’t need to be in a relationship to be happy.” You chuckled, nodding and giving a weak smile. Jean hugged you again before the three of you walked out of your room to find the rest of your friends.

You, Jean, Scott, Jubilee, Kurt, and Peter went to the mall, blasting music from he radio as your all drove down there. When you got there everyone jumped out, dragging you along with them, everyone smiling and joking around as they usually would. The group of mutants walked into the mall, going straight for your favorite ice-cream shop. Everyone ordered their ice-creams, you being last. When you reached the counter you were mesmerized by the boy that stood behind the counter. He looked back at you with a smile.

“What can I get you, Miss?” He asked. You shook your head slightly and looked over all the flavors.

“Um..can I get a scoop of cookie dough, a scoop of chocolate and peanut butter, with whipped cream, sprinkles, and choclate drizzle. The boy laughed and nodded, putting your order into the cash register and then putting everything in a bowl. You reached for your wallet but the boy shook his head, stopping you.

“You look like you’ve had a rough day, I’ll pay for this sweetheart.” He said smiling and handing you your ice-cream. You blushed as you took the bowl from him, your fingers brushing, sending a small spark up the boys arm. He looked at you in amazement. Your eyes went wide.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t, I didn’t mean to do that!” You say quickly, pulling your hands back. The boy chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s okay, I won’t judge.” He smiled, holding out his hand. “My name’s Leo by the way.” You smiled back, shaking his hand.

“Y/N.” You pulled your hand back, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Well I should probably get going, it was nice to meet you, Leo.” Leo smiled and you walked off, jogging over to your friends with a smile spread wide across your face.

Peter looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. “For someone who just got out of a relation ship, you look pretty damn happy. Did you talk to that guy at the ice-cream shop or something?” You nodded, taking a bite of your ice-cream.

“Mhm, I did.” Jean chuckled at you, slightly nudging you.

“Meeting other people does help when you’re trying to move on.” Scott noted, You furrowed your eyebrows.

Did you want to move on?

I’m Flirting With You | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by eh-just-join-the-fandom-fam

Request: From the prompts ‘I’m flirting with you’ and ‘stop laughing at me’.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: After bonding one night in Pop’s you and Jughead become friends but he starts acting a little weird towards you.
Warnings: none, i believe.
Word Count: 1283
A/N: okay, this isn’t my best. my writing is off bc it’s been one weird week but this is a thing.

The fluorescent lights in Pop’s always somehow made you calm. Or maybe that was Pop himself. Either way, most nights you found yourself sitting in a booth at Pop’s, a milkshake and fries on the table in front of you and a book in your hands. It was a couple of hours of peace and quiet that you so very much needed with your hectic family at home. It wasn’t that things were bad at home - not at all. It was just that your family was very loud and big. You had two brothers and two sisters and sometimes it was hard to sit down and get lost with your own thoughts while you were at home. Although you had a room to yourself, it seemed that knocking was a forgotten thing. So, one day you’d found yourself walking aimlessly around your weird little town of Riverdale only to end up at the diner. You’d been there a few times before but never really been there enough to appreciate it.

So, after that night you discovered your new sanctuary, you started going every night. Pop would occasionally give you a free tray of fries which you were so thankful for. He was such a kind, gentle man that got along with everyone in town. If only everyone in town could be as amazing as Pop Tate. But, on one particular busy night, someone decided to slide into the opposite side of your booth, stealing one of your fries. It had been none other than Jughead Jones. You knew of him but you weren’t exactly the best of friends just a couple of classes together here and there so you were friendly but that was it. 

That night you’d talked while he wrote and you read and it carried on every day since. It was safe to say you two were friends now although you’d started to notice weird things Jughead had started doing. He’d sit on your side of the booth, loosely throwing his arm over the back of it and sitting close to you, he’d laugh at all your lame jokes that he never used to laugh at and seemed to go out of his way to tell you jokes to make you laugh. It was weird but you shrugged it off. Maybe he was just trying to be more open and nicer to you like he was with his friends. Although, you’d never seen him be like that with anyone else.

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anonymous asked:

wonhui threesome please! thank you!

while I’m not sure what this exactly is, if you wanted a threesome where it’s strictly Y/N at the “center” of it, it can always be re-requested when we’re taking requests, and I’ll gladly write it. thanks to a sweet anon for an idea for this, hope you guys like it!  💕 (= yes this includes some wonhui too)

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You were sitting on your couch, a cereal bowl in your hands, and slowly moved your eyes from Wonwoo to Jun and back to Wonwoo. Jun’s eyes were glued on a book, and you could easily guess that he was studying for his finals, while Wonwoo was enjoying a novel on the couch, his feet on top of your crossed legs.

The dark circles around Jun’s eyes had gotten more prominent with each passing day for the past week at least, and it made you worried - you and Wonwoo both. All three of you lived together and had gotten fairly close in many ways during the year and a half you had shared the four-room apartment, so it was only natural that as Jun lost his usual energy and cheerfulness, you grew concerned.

“Jun,” you called, lowering your hands so that your arms were resting on Wonwoos legs, and got a hum from Jun, although he didn’t lift his face from the book. You pouted a little. “Do you have plans tonight?”

Wonwoo continued focusing on his book, but he was listening to you and Jun intently, his eyebrows rising when Jun muttered. “Not really. My next exam is on Monday so I’m planning on taking the night off.”

You nodded slowly, knowing that he had an important exam that afternoon, and with an idea forming in your mind, you chirped. “Mind if Wonwoo and I plan something nice for all of us?”

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Reunion || Archie Andrews

Request: ‘Can you do one where the reader is famous she’s a singer then she moves back to Riverdale she was friends with Archie, Betty, and Jughead and Archie always had a crush on her’ - from Anon

A/N: This took me forever to write because I haven’t written a fic in a bit, and was distracted so i’m sorry if it isn’t the way you had hoped it’d be! The idea was pretty good and I tried to write it well. Enjoy guys, requests are open as well!

Warnings: None

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.


Archie, Betty, and Jughead all remembered the day you had told them you were leaving. It was an emotional day, especially being middle schoolers, you all thought it was the last day you’d ever see each other, and it was depressing to say the least.

Although, you were all wrong. Granted it took years but when you got the news that you were going to Riverdale, a ball of anxiety and excitement began to form in the pit of your stomach.

Your mind began to race, ‘do they even remember me? Do they know i’m a singer now?’ were the main two questions that were popping up. You were going to preform in the same town as your childhood friends, and you were sure they’d be there. Riverdale was small, and it took convincing to get a stop there on your tour, a singer from out of town coming there meant everyone would know.

Part of you was excited, to have a chance at seeing your friends again, but part of you was scared. They might have left, forgotten or just moved on, but before you could think any further you were being called again.

Everyone at Riverdale had begun to talk about the concert coming to the small town, especially Betty, Jughead, and Archie. The three had all been excited, and slightly nervous about possibly reuniting with you, a certain redhead had been particularly more nervous, though.

The concert seemed to come up quicker than expected, excitement made time fly and as you sat there on the drive to Riverdale, your true home. Little did you know you were very right about the town knowing about you coming. Almost every single person had gotten tickets, and you also didn’t know that your old friends were coming, and they were more excited than you thought.

Archie was getting lectures about seeing you again from everyone, his dad, Betty, and especially Veronica and Jughead. Everyone had begun to push him to confess when he saw her, although for obvious reasons, the boy was hesitant.

In the middle of yet another rant- this one from both Jughead and Veronica, Archie had decided he had enough and cleared his throat, failing to get their attention, “You only have this chance, she totally remembers us and worst case she leaves and doesn’t come back, or keep in touch with-””Jughead, Veronica, i’ll do it” he said loudly, running his hands over his face, giving in to their reasoning.

Veronica got a devious look, grinning and hitting Jughead’s shoulder excitedly, “He’s gonna do it! Archiekins is gonna confess to his one true love!” was shouted, and Jughead allowed a smile to appear. Archie sighed, “You guys won’t let me back out now, would you?” he questioned, failing to prevent a smile.

Jughead shook his head, Veronica doing the same quickly, “Nope, no way” he mumbled, sitting down next to the redheaded boy and wrapping an arm around his shoulder lazily, “So, we need to sneak you to meet her after. We all know (Y/N) is a pretty big artist, we gotta help you get to her. That is, if she doesn’t come to you first” he said, voice taking on a tone that made Archie rethink his decision.

The next few days had been full of the others planning Archie’s confession, and the ‘reunion’ that they had hoped would happen. Everyone had minor doubts, but nothing seemed to put off the gang of excited teens.

Meanwhile, you had been preparing for the upcoming concert and were stressed out to say the least. The plan was to preform the concert, and afterwords you had been hoping to leave and reunite with your childhood companions.

Turns out those few days would fly by for both you and Archie, before you knew it you were up on the stage, instrument ready as you watched the rather large crowd in front of you. Well, it was large for Riverdale, anyway.

Glancing around, you began to feel disappointment flood you, right before you noticed three very recognizable heads poking out from the crowd. Immediately noticing who the heads at the front row belonged to, you grinned widely as the concert began.

Every second of the concert, Archie was cheering louder than anyone else there, although Jughead and Betty came pretty close. He screamed until his throat went raw, and before he knew it the concert was over and he was being pushed by the gang.

Jughead and the others went to the security guards, pretending to start an argument and distracting them temporarily as Archie ran past, ignoring the shouts behind him as he bumped into the familiar (H/C) haired girl.

Your eyes widened, not only at Archie but at the security guards running frantically after him, Jughead, Betty, and two new faces following. Biting back a laugh, you quickly hugged Archie, “Archie! It’s been so long I didn’t know if you were here- or if you remembered me-””I did- oh boy did I. Look I need to tell you-” he began to speak before the security walked up, grabbing him roughly.

It took about ten minutes for you to get the guards off, quickly deciding to go somewhere else, which ended up being Pop’s. Quickly you got to know the two new people, Veronica who seemed like a pretty nice person, and Kevin who consistently brought up his boyfriend.

People began to leave, first Kevin, then Betty and Veronica, and eventually Jughead left, nudging both you and Archie obnoxiously as he did. Archie rolled his eyes, turning to you, “So I need to tell you something before I decide to bail on it” he said quickly, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

You nodded, eyebrows furrowing, “Yeah, it may have been forever but you can talk to me, I don’t exactly have any other friends despite popular belief” you said, smiling uncertainly.

Archie inhaled deeply, “Well, I like you… a lot- and I have liked you since we were kids. It just kind of got bigger and when I found out you were coming I just had to tell you- you don’t have to feel the same but-” he quickly stopped talking as he felt your lips against his own.

He quickly leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers until they heard a loud bang, separating and glancing at the window next to them, they saw Jughead cheering from the other side, giving Archie a thumbs up and winking at you.

Both you and Archie stepped outside, and the night continued, this time with no interruptions from a beanie wearing friend.

Originally posted by daddybetty

A FRIEND (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: - “Are you flirting with me?”
- “Just trying to be nice Bellamy, you look like you need a friend. I thought you got past this self righteousness”


Earth was not always great. Clearly. With every turn past trees and caves, there was danger there, hiding amongst the green. You and your friends head back to camp, wishing things had turned out differently today. 

You’re all coming back from a hunt empty handed. Ever since the grounders were around camp a few days ago, animals had been scarce. You all guessed they knew when to run and hide. No one had come back with much food for two days - the only thing people have been eating has been nuts and wild onions. Today was no exception.

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Fresh Start - Part 2

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: none

Words: 1451

Warnings: none

Tags: none

Request: none

Notes: second part! If you want to be tagged just let me know and I’ll tag you in the next part!

Originally posted by chuckcriss

PART 1  /  PART 3  /  PART 4  /  PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 7  /  PART 8  /  PART 9

Oliver spent the rest of the day texting you, trying to make you stay but it just didn’t work. You had made up your mind and you weren’t going to change it. You needed this. Thea, on the other hand, was the one who helped you with the packing so it would be done faster and you could really leave Star City in the morning, on the first train to Central City.

“Is she still trying to make you stay?” She asked when you checked the phone and laughed.

“Yes” you sighed shaking your head. “I know it’s hard for him to let me go, but I need to do this”

“I know so don’t worry. I’ll take care of him” she smiled at you.

“And who will take care of you?” You said raising an eyebrow.

“Well… I think I can handle myself” she winked.

You smiled a little and kept on packing. You were going to miss them but you weren’t going far. Central City was just a couple of hours away so you could come and go if they needed you or otherwise.

“Look… I want to give you something” Thea said before she left.

You had been packing the whole afternoon and it was late so she had to leave if she wanted to get some work done before going to bed.

“What is it?” You asked curious.

“First of all…take care of it or I swear I will go to Central City and kick your ass, understood?” She asked handing something over to you.

“What are you talking…?” You looked at your hand and gasped. “Your car?” You asked in shock.

“You will need it. In Central City you won’t have anyone to drive you around so I bet you will give it a better use than I do” you smiled.

“Thea you’re the best!” You exclaimed hugging her tight. You had a car!

“I know, I know, just…be safe alright? And don’t tell Oliver. He would kill me and go to Central City to take it back from you” she laughed pulling away.

“Don’t worry, I won’t” you smiled happily. “Thank you so much” you thanked her.

“It’s nothing” she shrugged before heading to the door. “Tell us when you get there ok?” She said.

“I will” you smiled before she walked out.

You hadn’t sleep much that night. You were nervous about the new life you were about to start. You wanted everything to be perfect, not like it had been in Star City. Luckily, you had some money saved from the time you spent working at the Verdant and at a restaurant afterwards so you would be ok but you knew that eventually you would have to find a job to sustain yourself.

The drive to Central City was calmed. There wasn’t too much traffic so you got there even sooner than what you expected. Finding the apartment you had rented was a bit more complicated since you didn’t know the city. You had been there a couple of times but not enough to know your way around. Hopefully, you would get used to it soon.

The apartment you had chosen was even better than what it looked in the pictures. It was more like a studio but it was perfect for you. You didn’t need much. The moment you walked in you fell in love with the studio and its views. You still couldn’t believe how lucky you had been to find this place. Immediately, you texted both Oliver and Thea to let them know you had arrived safely to your new city. They didn’t reply right away but you just supposed they were busy so you didn’t even thought about it.

You opened the windows and started unpacking even when you knew it was going to take you a while to put everything in place. After a while, you got bored of it so you decided to go out and take a walk around the place to get to know it better. The place you had found was almost in the city center so it was kind of crowded but not too much. There were a couple of supermarkets, shops, the police department and even a coffee shop nearby. It was great and handy.

After having a coffee at Jitters, the coffee shop you had found, you decided to go back home and relax. The next day you had your first day of university and you wanted to be fresh for it. So you took all your things and walked out of the establishment as you took out the keys from your bag so you wouldn’t have to spend hours looking for them later. Suddenly, you saw a guy running towards you so you stepped aside immediately, but he grabbed your bag and with a strong pull, he broke the strap and kept on running with your bag.

“HEY!” You screamed. “You bastard, that’s mine!” You screamed before you started running behind him.

He turned a corner so you ran faster in order not to lose him but when you turned that same corner, he was nowhere to be seen. This had to be a joke. This couldn’t happen to you on your first day in town. Not during your first hours. You ran a hand over your hair and looked around. There was nothing you could do except canceling your credit cards. Just fantastic. The only good thing was that you had your phone and keys with you.

The first thing that came to your head was calling Oliver but soon you discarded that option. He would freak out and he would even show up there to make you come back. You had to deal with it all by yourself and what was the first thing people used to do when they were robbed? Go to the police.

You knew you had seen the police department when you had walked out of your apartment so you made your way back home, looking around, trying to spot the building again. After a while you admitted to yourself that you were a bit lost so you asked the first you where it was and just then, it was easily found.

Once in there you were told to go straight upstairs to the front desk where you could report what had happened to you. When you went out of the elevator, you looked around. It was a huge place, bigger than the one in Star City.

“Wow…” you mumbled to yourself when you saw the sign on the wall that said ‘Central City Police Department’. “I have to tell Ollie to get one of these for Star City” you mumbled. Then you heard a cough and turned around. There was a police officer looking straight at you. “Oh sorry!” Quickly, you approached the desk. “I’ve just been robbed and I’m here to report it” you informed.

The man nodded and started typing something in the computer before he got up and printed something for you. When you looked at it you raised an eyebrow, it looked like something you had to fill in with your data and what happened.

“Thank you?” You said unsure.

“You’re supposed to complete the sheet with your data” a voice said behind you. “Then someone will take your statement”

You turned around to face a young guy behind you. He had a nice smile on his face that reached up to his green eyes. He was tall and thin. He looked around your age, maybe a bit older but probably not too much. What was more important: he was nicer than the man behind the desk.

“Oh, thank you” you smiled at him. “Eh…do you have a pen?” You asked. He smiled and gave you the pen he was holding. “Thank you” you said with a smile.

“What happened?” He asked when you put the sheet down on the desk to start writing.

“I was robbed” you sighed.

“That sucks” he frowned. You chucked a little and nodded.

“Yeah, that would be the word for it” you replied.

“Allen! What are you doing? Go back to work, I want those reports before lunch time!” A man yelled from inside. You imagined he was yelling at the guy next to you since he looked up immediately.

“Sorry, Captain, you’ll have them sir” he said quickly. “I gotta go back to work now. Eh…nice to meet you. I’m Barry” he said offering his hand which you took.

“(Y/N), nice to meet you too and thank you” you told him.

“No problem” he smiled. “You can keep the pen” he added with a wink before going upstairs in a hurry.

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Pure smut, children.

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Your pov

You were laying down in bed tired from a busy day. Work had you super stressed so you were happy to be resting. Your phone started to buzz and you groaned

FaceTime ‘Baby ❤️’

You quickly accepted it. “Hey, baby girl” he smiled. You’ve missed him so much. Jaebum has been doing shows. Although you both have busy schedules you always manage to work your relationship out perfectly. “Hello” you leaned against the headboard. “How are you?” You closed your eyes. “Ah, tired and stressed. You know I don’t like seeing you like that, baby”

You sighed. “I’m sorry, Jaebum. I have a huge project I need to get done. All of my workers have been acting up lately” he put his headphones on. “I miss you a lot. You’re so gorgeous. I really need you with me” he said while making a weird face. You giggled. “Music to my ears”

“Where are you at?” You asked him. “In New York. Our tour has been going great so far” “You enjoying it there?” You moved into a comfortable position. “Yeah, it’s nice and the food is-” he stopped talking and you raised your eyebrow. “Something wrong?” He licked his lips. “Besides you being in nothing but my favorite panties and a shirt where your boobs are out. I’ve got a problem now” you looked down and quickly fixed your shirt.

“Mmm, don’t be shy now, baby girl” he bit his lip. Your face was still red from embarrassment. “Look at me” he softly demanded. You looked up. “You’re gonna do everything daddy tells you too, okay?” You nodded. He raised an eyebrow. “That’s one punishment when I get home, baby. You use your fucking words. You’re not going to be bad girl for daddy are you?” He cocked his head to the side.

“'N-no, daddy. I’m a good girl” he smirked. “Take your shirt off” he leaned back and watched you. You slipped it off and tossed it to the side. “Set your phone down in a place I’m able to see your body” you grabbed pillows and put your phone on it. “Good, put your arms to your side and listen to everything daddy is going to tell you” you did as he said and looked at him.

He already had his shirt off. “We’re going to play a little game, baby girl. You’re going to stay in that position and not move an inch. Simple, right?” You nodded. “Oh baby girl, I’m going to have so much fun when I’m home again. You know our rules and you broken them twice. Hmm, maybe daddy will finally get to play with your ass. You never let me. But punishments have no boundaries”

You internally groaned. He was right. You didn’t want him anywhere near that area. You watched him while biting your lip. “Spread your legs for me” you followed his order and waited. “I would be kissing your hips and make my way down to your thighs. My fingers would tease your wet pussy over your panties. I know you’d be dripping because you’re such a slut. I can tell you the simplest things and you’re soaked. Daddy loves the effect he has on you” your fingers gripped the blanket beneath you.

“I’d suck your little wet pussy over your panties to tease you. I know for a fact I would have to tie you down for you to stop moving. You react so well. I’d be impatient with the teasing and rip off your panties. My tongue would be deep inside of your tight hole. My fingers would flick over your sensitive clit. I know how crazy you get when I touch it, baby” you teeth tugged at your bottom lip. You were afraid it would start to bleed from bitting it so hard.

“Mmm, spread your lips for daddy” you quickly followed his order. He bit his lip and rubbed himself through his boxers. “So wet, just as I expected. Does my dirty baby girl want daddy’s cock? Do you want me to fuck you so hard you’re not able to walk for a week? Do you want me to fuck you over and over until you literally pass out? I’d have you beg me to quit fucking you because it would be too much for you”

You moaned and wished he would magically appear right now. “I think that’s exactly what you want” you looked down to see the sheet has a wet spot from your dripping center. “Daddy, can I please touch myself? I need it so bad” he pulled his boxers off and leaned back in his chair. “I don’t think you deserve to. This should be your punishment. Suffer, princess” you groaned just wanting some relief. Your clit was throbbing and begged for attention.

His hand started sliding up and down his length at a slow pace. “Mm, I wish I was fucking your throat. When you’re so submitting. You have no choice but to take everything I give you. Daddy needs you” his hand started moving faster. You whimpered. “Finger yourself, baby. Imagine it’s daddy’s fat cock shoved deep inside of you, fucking you so hard you’re screaming” you immediately shoved two fingers into your aching hole.

You moaned loudly and arched your back. “Faster” Jaebum grunted. You followed his demand and fucked yourself faster. Your head fell back from the much need pleasure. Your other hand was pressed against your clit. “That’s it, baby. Show daddy you can be a good girl” you looked at him through hooded eyes. It was enough to make you orgasm on the spot. His head was thrown back, his hand was made into a tight fist while he fucked his has fast.

“Are you close?” You moaned louder as you hit your g-spot. “Yes, daddy. Oh fuck” you shouted. “I am too, princess. Cum with me” you fingered yourself faster and squeezed your eyes shut. “Now” you body twitched as your orgasm ran through you. “Daddy, oh my god” you moaned. You rested your head against the headboard. You were regaining your breath. “I need to hurry and get home already. I need you so bad” you smiled at him “I need you, too”

“This month will go by so fast, princess” you did miss him a lot. “I miss you so much. I’m excited you’ll finally be back home” you said while grabbing a towel and cleaning yourself. “I miss you, yn. It’s been so long. I appreciate you being understanding and still being here with me” you giggled. “You’re living out your dream and I couldn’t be any happier, Jaebum. I’ll always be here. I love you” “I love you, baby”

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booksrockmyface  asked:

Hey, y'all! My birthday is April 28! I would really love something fluffy. Really into fake relationships at the moment. Any rating will do! :)

Originally posted by fourfivesecondsfromwilding

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“Out!” The door hit her in the shoulder as she pulled it open. Katniss ignored the pain. “I said out!”

Gale brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, his fingertips skimming along her cheek as he did so. She pushed his hand away. “Come on, babe, let’s talk about this.”

“You can ‘talk about this’ with your other babe.” Katniss hated air quotes with a passion. Right now, she hated him enough to ignore that. “I said out.”

She heard a door squeak down the hall. Lazy shits in management had promised to fix that months ago. Katniss glared at the man who had dared to poke his head into the hallway. “Not you, Mellark. You stay in.” He didn’t budge. Was nobody listening to her today?

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Tyler Seguin - Tipsy

Originally posted by schneiderforpresident

Request: “ Request!! T Segs where he sees you in the club and he can’t take his eyes off you and you run into him later on in life and you get sassy w him not realizing it’s him. “

A/N: I’m writing this in bed at 11 pm. Sleep who? Sorry I changed this request a little bit, I could write a different one later if you’d like? Just let me know.

Warnings: Drunk scenes/vomiting/forced kissing 

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