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The Little One || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by thenighthawkes

word count : 1,136

pairing : Jughead x Reader

warnings : none!

summary : You find a kitten on the way to school and decided to ask Jughead to help you hide it from your horrendous peers and teachers.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!


      You just couldn’t leave it on the side of the road. What type of person would you be if you let the small kitten alone and probably get hit by something; a horrible one that is. Upon seeing the small gray kitten that couldn’t be more than a couple weeks old, you began to thank your lucky stars that you decided to walk to the school today. The only real issue was where were you going to keep it? Considering your home was to far away to walk it back, and your parents would kill you for being late again, so that was out of the idea pool. You refused to leave it outside any longer in fear that something would hurt it, so the only thing you could think of was keeping it with you the whole day.

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Too Right To Be Wrong [Chapter 8]

mood board by my love @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

Chapter 8 of Too Right To be Wrong

Prologue  Prologue 2  Prologue 3  Prologue 4  Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5  Ch6  Ch7

Series Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff


“What the fuck did you just say?” Mark shot back.

His heart was racing. Not only was he nervous that the massive repercussions of his actions were finally coming to a head, but he was pissed. You weren’t Jaebum’s girlfriend anymore, you were HIS girlfriend.

“You heard me,” Jaebum said, stumbling out of his chair.

He fought to keep his balance as he made his way towards Mark.

“You’re drunk, Jaebum,” Mark scoffed, trying to help him stand upright.

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Unknown King - part V

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Here’s part V and let me tell y’all this is gonna turn into a huge sugar daddy bucky fic. Just be patient. Also please understand that the house is huge! and I am not descriptive at times but I will in future parts!

Word count: 1.5K

Part I Part II Part III Part IV 

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You stuffed your last travel bag into the trunk before slamming it shut. You didn’t get any sleep. You spent the entire night packing your things up and cleaning up around the house. Bucky wasn’t home so you hoped to make a quick escape without him noticing. But you know he’d notice soon. You hated yourself for doing this, leaving this way. Without a single goodbye, but you knew it was for the best.

You took a deep breath and gazed at his house. The sun loomed overhead happily. You wiped your nose and grabbed your keys. Before you could open the car door, Bucky abruptly stopped his Porche in front of your car. He stepped out with a smile on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw your luggage loaded car.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Traveling,” You forced a smile onto your face.

He frowned, “with every single on of your bags?” He closed the car door and walked towards you. “What happened?”

You shook your head and smiled sadly, “I’m traveling to California.”

Bucky crossed his arms, “I went to The Report, they said you packed your things. What happened?”

Your shoulders shuddered as you covered your face with your hands. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you cried silently into your hands. You felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a hug. You clung onto his broad frame and cried in his rich smelling shirt.

“I’ve been having money problems,” You admitted. “My savings are gone. I was evicted from my home because the landlord raised the price on rent and I was fired from work.”

“Why’d they fire you?” Bucky asked, he pulled away and looked at you.

You looked away, “Because they wanted me to give them a story about you for the paper. About how you get your money. Cole fired me on the spot when I refused.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Bucky hugged me even tighter. “You pure heart.”

“I couldn’t do it,” You continued. “They only wanted me because I was friends with you.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt so dirty.”

“You’re not,” Bucky said. “C'mon, you’re staying at my house.”

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have Ace bring your stuff inside, just park your car in the driveway.”

“I can’t do that, Buck. I could just go home,” You said.

“No, Y/N. Please, let me do this. You’ve been nothing but a good friend and this just tops it all. You got fired because of me. Let me return the favor,” he said. “Plus, it looks like you need some sleep.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you eyes began to glaze over. You reluctantly agreed. You got in his car and he took the short drive over to his home. Bucky led you into the palace and took you to your room. It was a beautiful vast bedroom. Bigger than any room you’d ever had. Bucky told you he’d have your bags in your room in no time. You nodded and kicked your shoes off. Without a second thought, you collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.


You woke up in a room that wasn’t yours. The sun had disappeared, replaced by the lonesome moon and it’s stars. The cream colored walls now looked white from the rays. The sheets under you were soft, so soft. You came to the conclusion that they were the softest thing you’ve ever touched. The blanket that covered you fell off your body when you stood up. The bed under you felt like a marshmallow.

You rolled off the bed and your feet touched a carpet. You walked to the window and was met with a view of the lake that Bucky’s house sat next to. The moon reflected off the infinite pool, making it darker than it actually was. The houses across the lake were brilliantly lit. Residents of East Egg lived lives almost equal to West Eggers. Rich and luxurious lives.

You walked to the door and pulled it open. The mansion was eerily quiet. You used your knowledge from the tour to try to navigate your way down to the first floor. After a few wrong turns, you were able to find the marble staircase. The chandelier was on. Your feet made no sound as you waltzed down the stairs. The racket of pots crashing made your head turn on the direction of the kitchen. You entered the kitchen to find Renaldo and Anthony working around. It smelled as delicious as usual.

“Miss Y/N!” They exclaimed loudly with smiles on their faces.

You smiled, “Hello.”

“Mister Barnes is not here at the moment,” Renaldo said in his thick Italian accent. “But we have prepared you a dish!”

Anthony grabbed a plate from a large oven and placed it on the island. It was fettuccine alfredo. Your mouth watered at the exquisite smell.

“A famous Italian dish,” Renaldo explained and began to cut some bread. He grabbed a small dish and placed two slices on the plate before setting it next to the fettuccine.

You smiled, “This looks amazing!”

“Indeed,” Anthony said. “Go on! Sit, eat.”

You pulled out a chair and sat before indulging in the most divine dish of pasta. Renaldo and Anthony went about their business in the kitchen. Though they occasionally asked you if you wanted more bread or pasta.

After you finished your food, Anthony asked you if you wanted dessert. You declined, explaining that you were much too full. He nodded and took your dish. Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was obviously dressed for business. The chefs greeted him and Bucky smiled. Renaldo and Anthony closed up shop, they thanked Bucky and said their goodbyes to you.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked him.

“Maybe ten hours,” He replied. “Did you like the food? Renaldo likes to keep in touch with his roots so he’s constantly offering Italian dishes.”

“I thought they lived here,” You said truthfully.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, they both have families and would much rather live in their own homes. I know cause I asked.” He paused. “But anyways I let them go at around 9 each night and they don’t get here until noon. They have Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays off.”

You smiled, “Bucky, I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing. I really appreciate it.”

He shrugged, “It’s kind of my fault you got fired. I should’ve known better than to befriend you, I put you at risk.”

“But why?” You asked. “Why are they so bent on trying to find out where your money came from?”

He sighed. “I live on West Egg,” He began. “West Egg represents ‘new money’. Actors, producers, mafia leaders, drug lords, and so on. East Egg represents the old and respectable money. Businessmen, children of wealthy parents etc. East Eggers do not like us, West Eggers. They think we’re frauds and criminals.”

You frowned, “Are you?”

“Not all of us,” He explained. “East Eggers are just trying to expose us, to bring us into the spotlight and to ruin us.”

“So there’s like a rivalry,” You concluded.

“Eh,” Bucky made a 'sort of’ movement with his hand. “We have nothing against them, but something is bound to happen.”

You pursed your lips, “Bucky, am I gonna be safe here?”

He looked at you, “Yes, of course. I have twenty-four-hour security, a safe room in case of emergency and a plane ready to go any moment if needed.”

Your lips pulled together in an 'O’. Then you remembered something, “Oh! Weren’t you going to ask me something? Before I left to The Report and got fired.”

Realization struck his eyes, “I totally forgot about that.”

You sat up, “Are you still gonna tell me?”

Hesitation fell across his face but he quickly covered it up and leaned against the island. “I was wondering if-and it’s completely fine if you don’t want to!” He exclaimed interrupting himself. “With your situation, I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage because I’m not, it’s just that-”

“Bucky,” You smiled, a giggle rising from your throat. “Just say it.”

“Would you like to go on a date?” He said.

You felt your cheeks grow hot at the question he just unfolded for you. Your palms began to sweat. It wasn’t because you felt pressured to say yes. Because you didn’t. You wanted to say yes. Bucky was handsome and so, so good to you. It almost felt too good to be true, but you took the leap of faith and dove into the deep end.

“I would love to,” you smiled.

“G-great!” He stuttered, clearly shocked you had said yes. “Tomorrow at 7?”

“My schedules all cleared up as of yesterday,” You laughed.

He chuckled, “Okay well, tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow it is.” You said.

Bucky walked you to your bedroom and said his goodnight before turning away and walking towards the East wing of the palace. You closed the door and covered your face with your hands. A smile engulfed your features and you almost couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Oh my god,” You whispered repeatedly. “That just happened.” You got up and flung yourself onto your fluffy bed. You sunk into the silk duvet and smiled, a feeling of ecstasy flowing through your body.

You felt ethereal.

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main tlc ships- beginnings and ends

KAIDER

CINDER: 

“What did you think was going to happen?” Pearl waved the gloves at Cinder, the empty fingers wagging helplessly. “Did you think the prince might actually like you?”

STARS ABOVE:

“Cinder,” Kai said, “will you marry me?”

WOLFET

SCARLET:

“The street fighter?” Scarlet squeezed her eyes shut as a headache started to throb against her forehead. “Really, Ém?”

STARS ABOVE: 

“You are the one. You have always been, and you always will be, the only one.”

CRESSWELL

CRESS:

“Captain,” she murmured. “I think I’m in love with you.” 

An eyebrow shot up. She counted six beats of his heart before, suddenly, he laughed. “Don’t tell me it took you two whole days to realize that. I must be loosing my touch.”

WINTER:

“And it’s different with you. This is the first time I’ve been scared. Scared you’d change your mind. Scared I’ll screw up. Aces, Cress, I’m terrified of you.”

JACINTER

WINTER (BEGINNING) 

“But when I’m on duty, that’s all I can be. Your guard. Not your friend. Levana already knows I’m too close to you, that I care about you more than I should and I’m not going to give her anything else to hold over me. Or you. I’m not going to another pawn in her game. Got it?”

WINTER (END)

“I love you, Princess.”

Mr. Barnes Will See You Now (9)

Prompt: 50 Shades of Barnes. VERY LOOSELY BASED!!!

Note: I do not own any of the characters or story line.

A/N: This part took FOREVER to come out guys and for that I am truly sorry. I ended up getting super busy with college assignments and then some other stupid and possibly regrettable in the near future stuff. But hey that’s life right?! I am going to try put up part 10 before the end of the week because y’all are such perfect readers!

Word Count: 1158

( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 ) ( Part 3 ) ( Part 4 ) ( Part 5 ) ( Part 6 ) ( Part 7 ) ( Part 8 )

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4 Page Letter | Theo Raeken


prompt: Rather than typing out a long message to Theo explaining your feelings for him, a family member suggests being old fashioned and writing a letter. Based on Aaliyah’s 4 Page Letter.

disclaimers: Some cussing to anyone who is against that. Kinda long for anybody with a short attention span like I have.

A/N: My first Teen Wolf imagine, I usually write only Justin Bieber ones but I decided to write some about my other mans Cody Christian/Theo Raeken a.k.a zaddy. And fair warning, I’m mediocre on writing so…there’s that. Hope ya’ll enjoy. xo


She set her phone down on her bed for the third time that hour; she knew what she wanted to tell him but couldn’t put it into words. She rolled over on her bed to where she was lying face up. She reread what he wrote her over and over in her head; she couldn’t believe someone as vigilant as Theo Raeken would confess his feelings.

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ravenclaw-of-cabinseven  asked:

I agree with Bunny. I've always been a fan of the idea of Bats finding out about Dan and being totally supportive about it. Writing prompt! The League just learned about Batman's contingency plans to stop them if they go rogue. While they through a hissy fit, Danny is the only one who understands and supports his decision which leads to a talk about Dan and gaining of respect all around.

“God damn it!” Green Lantern slammed his hands on the table. The Justice League was at a meeting and everyone found out that Batman knew their weaknesses and actually have plans on how to take them down.

Well, except Wonder Woman. She doesn’t have a weakness.

“Calm down,” Zatara rose a hand to silence Hal.

“Calm down? Calm down? How can I calm down when HE,” Hal jabbed his finger in Batman’s direction, “has legitimate plans to take us down!”

“I will admit, this is disturbing,” Aquaman spoke.

“This isn’t something that I would like to know,” Green Arrow shook his head.

“This is only a precaution,” Batman told the others, eyes narrowing.

“Well, I’m glad that Batman knows how to take me down if I ever go bad,” Captain Marvel admitted, wanting his input to put some insight on the situation.

“But what if HE goes bad?” Green Lantern countered. At this point mayhem went wild.

Shouts, insults, and even rude gestures were catapulted to others. Most of it, however, was aimed at the Dark Knight.

“Enough!” A young voice rung throughout the room. Immediately all quieted. They all felt the air grow colder by a few degrees.

All eyes landed the acid green eyes of one ghost teen. Despite Phantom’s appearance and usually laid back personality, his presence demanded attention.

And attention he was given.

“I think Batman is in the right,” he said.

Outrage was their response.

“Shut it!” Phantom’s eyes glowed brighter, deadlier.

Silence.

“Let me tell you a story,” he started, “and no interrupting.” He gave Plastic Man a glare, knowing that the man was planning to interrupt in some way, shape, or form.

Everyone nodded.

Phantom took a breath.

“Some time ago something happened to me. Something… unpleasant to say the least. I met with the ghost of time, Clockwork, who watches over the timelines. And in one of the timelines a villain so powerful rose that not even the Justice League could stop him.”

The teen paused, watching as all who attended (except Batman) stiffened at his words.

“I was taken to the future with my two friends and saw that that timeline became my future if something didn’t happen. The only peaceful place left was Amity Park, but the reason for its ten years of peace fell and I met with the ultimate enemy.”

“… who was it?” Plastic Man asked in a audible whisper. Which caused Phantom to glare at him because of the interruption.

The man made of plastic held up his hands and gave an uneasy grin.

Phantom sighed.

“It was me.”

Everyone gasped.

“Well, technically it was me that somehow merged with Plasmius, but that’s not the point. Point was my future self was evil and was destroying everything.” Phantom lowered his eyes.

“Eventually we all went back to the past, and he, Dan,” the name spoke with venom and absolute loathing, “wanted to make sure he would exist. So he planned to have my family and friends killed with a teacher from the local high school.”

At this point the teen’s eyes were shut, hands clenched and trembling with anger and perhaps fear.

“I did something surprising. I gained a power that took him ten years to learn. I beat him,” he chuckled a little at this, “and you know what happened next?”

Many were afraid to answer.

“I failed them! They died in that explosion and I couldn’t save them!” Pure anguish was heard from the ghost teen. Tears leaked out from his eyes that were screwed shut. Slowly, the tension slipped away from his form.

“Thankfully Clockwork decided to be good to me. He set back time and brought them back,” Phantom looked back up at the Justice League, “and I count my blessings every day.”

The heroes relaxed at that.

“However I’m still not in the clear.”

They all tense back up at that confession.

“He still has a chance of existence until those ten years are up. So because of this I agree with Batman.”

No one said a word as Phantom left the meeting.

I Don't Know What To Title This But You&Bestfriend Cal Makeout

Yall all know I suck at titles lmaooo. I’m sorry that I couldn’t think of anything, but at least the imagine is good.


“Dammit, Calum, just find something to watch.“You groaned as your bestfriend flipped the channel for the thousandth time.

"There’s nothing on.” He complained and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“Everytime you find something you turn from it and say there’s nothing on.”

“I get bored.” He shrugged.

“And I get annoyed."You shot back and Calum sent you a grin.

"You love me, Y/N. Shut up.”

“I wouldn’t count on that, bud.”

At this Calum let out an exaggerated gasp and faked offense causing you to laugh. You reached over and snatched the remote out of his hand deciding that you’d pick what show to watch. It only took you a few minutes before you decided on CakeBoss.

“Oh my God. No!” He whined, dragging out the word ‘no’ and throwing his head back. “Turn to something else.”

“Nope.”

“Y/N.”

“Stop whining, Calum. This show is good.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Oh well, we’re watching it anyway.”

Calum pouted and folded his arms across his chest. The two of you sat in silence as you watched the people run around the kitchen in a hurry. It didn’t take long before Calum really got into it. You couldn’t even catch his attention by tapping him with your foot. 

During this time, you couldn’t help but to admire the Maori boy as he focused on the cooking show. The longer you stared, the more handsome he had seemed to look. His defined jaw line and cheekbones, his gorgeous chocolate eyes, and his plump, pink lips. You could only imagine what those lips would feel like against your own or how they’d feel leaving kisses down your neck. You bit your lip as you went into deep thought thinking about Calum kissing every inch of your body, unintentionally squeezing your thighs together.

“You okay?” Calum questioned, noticing how you had suddenly began squirming in your seat.

“Yeah, I’m uh…I’m fine.” You said unconvincingly and he raised his eyebrow.

“You sure?”

“Yep, positive.”

“Okay…”

Then once it again there was silent and you were left to your thoughts. You imagined him taking you right there on your couch,his lips trailing from your neck to the waistband of your shorts. He’d pull them down along with your panties and leave hickies on the inside of your thighs before his plump lips wrapped around-

“Stop being weird.” He interrupted and you stared at him with a dumb expression on your face.

You blinked a few times before answering, the thought of him going down on you leaving your mind.“ What?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

“Was not.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

“Were too.”

“I was not!”

“ I was looking at you, Y/N!” He laughed and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Whatever.”

Calum shook his head at you and mumbled a few things underneath his breath, returning his attention to the tv. At this point you were beyond turned on by the thought of what those lips could do. You clearly weren’t thinking when you slid over closer to him and threw your legs over his lap to straddle him.

“Uhh…Y/N?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"I gotta get this out of my system before I explode.” You explained poorly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What are you ta-”

You softly pressed your lips against his and Calum’s whole body tensed up. It was only when you pressed them a little harder did he finally respond, his hands hesitantly going to your waist.

“What was that for?” He asked, his eyes wide and you shrugged.

“Your lips are so plump and pink…they looked inviting.”

Calum stared blankly for a few moments then pulled you back in by your neck. You two made out for what felt like hours, and eventually it began to get sloppy. Teeth occasionally clashing, hips rolling against each other, and hands groping. Calum went to lay you on the couch and you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to place open mouth kisses onto your neck. One of Calum’s hands made their way up your shirt while his other began to rub you through your shorts.

“Cal, please.” You begged and he let out a little groan.

“Fuck, this is so wrong.”

“No it’s not.” You mumbled, bringing your lips to his again.

His hand slipped under the waistband of your panties and he ran his fingers up and down your folds before inserting two.

“Oh.” You gasped, biting your lip and rolling your hips up.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He sighed, but continued. Calum knew that he didn’t want to stop, but there was this voice in the back of his head screaming at him how wrong this was and how bad it was going to end.

“It’s fine, Cal,” you whimpered, “Chill.”

“Y/N, I can’t.” He sighed pulling his hand of your shorts and you groaned.

“Calum-”

“I can’t have sex with you…or even do anything sexual with you.”

“And why not?"You questioned him, half of offended, half hurt.

"No, don’t be like that. It’s just…you’re my bestfriend,Y/N, everything’s going to go all wrong.”

“It’s only going to go wrong if you let it. So what we’re best friends? If we want to fuck, then we’ll fuck.” You shrugged bluntly,“ What’s so wrong with that?”

“It’s gonna lead to complications and you know it.”

“I don’t actually."You replied sarcastically.

"Y/N, I’m serious.” He sighed.

“And I am too!”

“It’d be awkward or something after we had sex, Y/N.”

“No it wouldn’t.”

“Look,” He sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose,“ I don’t want to risk loosing you after we have sex. Even if it’s not awkward and we continue to do it, something is bound to go wrong.”

“Whatever, Cal.” You gave him nothing but attitude and sat upright on the couch, folding your legs underneath you.

“I’m just gonna go.” He pointed to the door with his thumb.

“You know your way out.”

Calum picked up his belongings, placed a kiss to your forehead and saw his way out of your apartment. You let out a loud groan and placed your head in your hands after realising that you just made one of your biggest mistakes yet.


You didn’t know that Calum was going to avoid you for two weeks, not even a simple text. He was so afraid of things going wrong after you two had had sex, but things end up going wrong because of a failed attempt. You were doing the laundry when your phone announced that you had a message.

Cal: Are you home?

You: Wow
        You ignore me for two weeks and then text me to see if I’m home?

Are you home, yes or no

Yes, why?

See you in 10

You just stared down at your phone with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You then decided to continue doing your laundry, quickly trying to finish before Calum arrived. After ten minutes there were three hard knocks on the door, followed by a few more a few seconds later. Calum was always one to be on time. As you swung open the door to see him standing there, you immediately asked him questions.

“Care to explain why-”

Calum had pulled you into a kiss,his hands gripping your waist tightly as he tugged you closer to him. You kissed back for a few seconds before pushing him away from you with an angry expression.

“How dare you?!”

“Look, I know what I said, but-”

“You can’t just ignore me for two weeks then show up at my door and kiss me!”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized,“but every since that night all I could think about is what you would feel like wrapped around my cock.”

“Calum…” you warned as he stepped closer, closing the door behind him.

“How wet your pussy would be.” He continued.“ How you would sound as I made you moan and scream my name.”

“Fuck.” You whined, throwing your head back onto your neck.“ You said it would be awkward, stop this.”

“I know, but I only said that because I have feelings for you. Once we have sex I’m only going to fall even more for you and I know you don’t feel the same so-”

“Calum, I think I’ve like you for a while now.” You interrupted and he smiled once you were pressed against the wall.

He gripped your waist again and began to place open mouth kisses to your neck and mumbled out,“So you’re telling me I could’ve fucked you months ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Mind if I makeup for being a blind idiot now?” He asked as his hand rubbed you through your tights.

“Fuck yes.”


Eh, I coulda ended that a bit better with smut, but it’s so complicated to write in my opinion. I hope yall liked the imagine and my request box is still open. This was just something I typed up a while ago, but I’m trying to go through the request since we’re currently out on Mardi Gras break this week. So, don’t worry ya pretty little heads, I’m working on your imagines.

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‘Versace on the Floor’

The Elite Fics

This Fic is a result of the Pole I posted, were Kenny was the winner. I am writing this Fic to be based off the song ‘Versace on the Floor’ by Bruno Mars.

Pairings: Kenny Omega x Reader
Rating: M. M. Mature (Nsfw)
Warnings: Language, Smut
 Word Count: 1655
Author’s Notes: I know you guys are prob tired of Kenny Fics…BUT YOU VOTED FOR IT. Thnx.

 As you shut the Front door, your eyes caught a glimmer of red on the white marble tile floor. You turned placing your bags on the ground, walking towards the rose pedals on the floor, your heart beating faster as you took each step.

 “Kenny?” You called, walking up the stairs towards the bedroom, following the trail of velvet flowers to your bedroom door.

“Kenny?” You called once again, your voice shaking. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another 3 weeks.

As you pushed the bedroom door the rest of the way open, you gasped. The floor was covered in rose petals, the room dimly lit with tea-light candles, the room was slightly warmer than the rest of the house, the candle’s warm glow illuminating a gown that lay draped across your bed.

 You walked into the room further, now able to see a thick piece of paper laid on the gown, Kenny’s sloppy hand writing scrawled across the paper. You look around the room confused, flipping the note open.

       ‘Y/N, Put this on, then meet me down stairs. Don’t ask questions, for once. I love you.’

You grinned at his note. Looking down at the long dress that lay before you, its material shinning lightly against the flickering of the candles. As you lift the soft material you wonder idle if you should blow them out before heading downstairs; worried they might catch something on fire.

You chance a glance in the mirror as you bend to put the shoes Kenny had provided on your feet. The fabric hugged you perfectly. The scarlet dress had a deep plunging neckline, dipping to your waist, and was sleeveless. It had a split that made it’s way clear up your leg, stopping just at the top of your thigh.

The red shoes he had chosen, had a band that wrapped around your ankle, and a 6 inch heel. Slowly, you tested your balance in them, walking the hallway that lead to the stairs a little slow, enjoying the resounding clack of your heels.

As you reached the top of the staircase, note in hand, you spotted Kenny, his usually unruly hair pulled back into a bun atop his head, his large frame covered by a black suit. You made a mental note to get the tailer’s name, because the suit hugged him perfectly, showing his muscular arms, and tapering down his midsection, making your mouth water.

 “Wow.” He purred as he met you at the bottom of the staircase, reaching a hand out to take yours, his blue eyes shinning as they glide over your figure, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before his teeth catch his full bottom lip.

“Wow yourself Mr. Omega.” You giggle, reaching up to adjust his red bowtie, straightening it, and pulling his lips down to yours.

“I believe I was invited?” You hand him the note, smiling coyly at him, leaning forward to place your lips on his, your teeth replacing his on his bottom lip, nipping him lightly, whimpering quietly as he pushes you into his body. The material of your dress was so thin, you could feel the heat of his hand against your own as he pulled you into him.

“I do believe you were.” He says, pulling away, looking you over once more. “But, after seeing you in this, I really just want to see it on the floor.” He continues, running his hands down your sides, making you shiver and close your eyes, your head lulling back a little.

 “Mmm, anything you want, you did buy it.” You smile as his lips find your bare neck, the scruff on his chin tickling and pricking your sensitive skin.

“Mmmm, Only the best for you baby.” You can feel his grin on your neck, and down your collar bone as his lips trial their way down the dip of your dress, his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you deeper into him.

“Kenny, please?” You whimper as he pulls away, gripping you by the waist and leading you into the kitchen, lifting you by your hips onto the cold Granit counter-top.

“Please what baby, all you have to do is ask.” He grins, bending to his knees, running rough hands over your bare leg.

You lean your head back as his fingers glide down your thigh, over your knee and down your legs slowly, stopping at your ankle to unbuckle your heel. As he moves his fingers, he presses his face to the inside of your thigh, his stubble making you squirm as his tongue runs the length of you to your knee slowly, driving you crazy.

“Please, you know I need you.” You moan out softy as he pulls your shoe off, his eyes coming up to meet yours as he kisses your now bare instep.

“Need me to what Y/N? Ask me.” He continues, moving his fingers to your other foot, making quick work of your remaining heel.

“Take me.” You say, a command, not a question. His eyes darken when they meet yours, his lips part slightly as he takes in a breath, his gaze locked with yours.

“Your wish is my command.” He says as he stands, shrugging his jacket off, and dropping it in the seat of a bar stool that sat to your left.

He pulled you forward so that your hips were pressed together, your heat rocking against the strain in his pants as he walked you towards the stairs, his mouth never leaving your neck as he made his way to your shared room.

 “K-e-nn-y,” You say around his mouth, your lips crashing together nosily as he enters the room, pressing you into the wall just inside the door, “Watch out for the candles.” You giggle as he kicks his shoes off, bringing each of his knees up one at a time, to just under your ass, reaching down to push the heel of the dress shoes off with one hand, and balancing you with the other.

He let out a low moan as your teeth found his jaw, just in front of his ear, nipping him, then running your tongue over the reddening flesh of his neck and jaw.

 “I need you Kenny.” You purr into his ear seductively, your teeth grazing his lobe and making him stiffen further underneath you, his fingers gliding the zipper of your gown down, and letting it fall so that it pooled around your exposed breasts, revealing your hardening peaks to him.

 His eyes travel to your face for a moment before he spins, and makes his way across the room, setting you down at the foot of the bed, his eyes locked on your body as the silken cloth cascades down your body like a waterfall, falling to the ground before you silently.

“Lay back.” He nearly pleads, and you can the outline of his cock straining against the material of his dress-paints.

You do as you were told and lean back on the bed, spreading your legs so that your dripping sex is exposed to him, your eyes never leaving his.

“Touch yourself.” He says, slowly and with adept fingers he unbuttons his shirt, pulling it from his waist line to reveal his perfectly chiseled abs and chest.

You lean your head back against the pillows, gliding your fingers down your body and running them over your sensitive bud for a moment before dipping one into your soaked core.

A low, husky growl comes from his throat and he over you in a moment, his naked skin pressed to yours. His tongue fighting yours for dominance, as his hard cock pressed into the inside of your thigh, digging into the skin there and making you grind your hips into him.

“Y/N, I want you so bad. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He coos into your ear softly as he reaches between you, aligning himself with your opening.

“Oh, Kenny!” Is all you can manage as the tip of his large shaft pushes into you, stretching you ever so slowly, making you whimper, and wrap your arms around his shoulder, your nails clutching his back.

“Say my name again baby.” He orders, moving his hips so that he is pushing into you harder, his hips meeting yours in a relentless pace.

“Kenny, oh Fuck Kenny!” You cry out, pushing your hips to meet his thrusts, your mouth finding his as you both gasp for air around your tongues.

“K-K-Kenny! I’m going to c-c-cum!” You wail as he pulls you up so that he is leaned back, with you on top.

“Let it go baby.” He groans, your hands finding his chest. You begin to bounce, moving up and down on his cock, pushing it deeper than before into you, the feeling sending you flying over the edge into your orgasm, nails digging into his chest.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He Moans out your name, pushing his hips up to meet you as he cums, sending rope after rope of cum into you, filling you.

You collapse on top of him, a smile on your face as you lay draped over his chest, your fingers intertwining with his much larger ones.

  After a moment you both catch your breath and he smiles down at you, blue eyes shinning.

“I guess I like the Versace better on the floor.” He chuckles, making you grin a tired smile.

“Me too, welcome home baby.” You purr before falling asleep in his large arms.

stranded || dylan o'brien (part one)

word count: 1954

warnings: death

prompt: none (prologue)

author’s note: this took forever to post and i am so sorry! i know it’s really short, but the next part will be a lot more interesting i promise! i hope you like this

tags: @ sharenaloveyoux

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Tease

Anonymous said:
Make them raw us. Again :)

a/n: also i was in the shower jamming to a song so i mean I’m killing two birds w/ one stone :)

Much Love!

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I sat on the couch, giggling with the rest of the boys to a dumb game of truth or dare. “So Y/N, truth or dare?” Calum chuckled, taking a sip of his third beer. “Truth.” I squeaked. “Have you ever given a lap dance to anyone?” He asked me. “Uhh, no I have not..” I said, looking down. They all stared at me like it was a lie, but it wasn’t.

“Okay, so you’re telling me, our princess of a girl, has never even given a lap dance to anyone?” Ashton said, resting his chin on his fingers. I nodded my head, sipping my water as they all looked at me. “Is it a big deal? I mean I’m not the type to tease.” I said, smiling a little. Luke scoffed, “I highly doubt that princess.” I was taken back a little, “You calling me on my bluff, daddy?”

They all shifted, looking at each other like they were reading each others minds. “Alright, since you think you are not a tease, prove it.” They challenged. “Fine, I will.” I stood up, determined to prove them wrong. “Do you have a song request?” Michael asked, connecting his phone to the speaker. “You know what it is.” I winked.

Each of the boys sat on the couch while I got “prepared.” I quickly rid of my shirt and shorts, leaving me in my matching lace set. The music started playing and I straddled Luke’s lap, first. My hips rolled into his as he grasped my waist. I ran my hands down his chest and thighs, without touch his growing bulge. I could hear the three other boys groan as my body moved against Luke’s. I licked up his neck, whispering in his ear.

I moved to the next boy, Calum who looked like he was aching for some attention. My backside was to his front as my bum grazed his clothed cock. I turned around, biting my lip looking him in the eyes, something that I know will get him weak. I grabbed his shirt, twisting it in my hands as my tongue ran along his bottom mouth, but quickly pulled back when he tried to grab my face.

When I got to Ashton looked like he was ready to pounce. “You still think I’m a tease, daddy.” I giggled, running my hands on his exposed collar bones. I kissed down his neck, biting every now and then. Ashton’s hands squeezed my hips, making me jolt. “Princess, you were always a tease we were just testing you.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes, lightly hitting his chest.

Now Michael, had lust filled in his eyes, wanting only me. “Fuck, I knew you were a tease when you started with Luke. I’m not dealing with this.” He picked me up by my hips, laying me on the black futon. “God, such a fucking tease, I think she deserves a punishment.” Calum smirks. I turn, my bum exposed to them. “Good girl.” he commented. “Now guys, shall we go for 5 each?” he asked the other.

Two hands grabbed my panties and pulling them down to my knees. Seconds later, a slap, harsher than the first one came down on my left cheek and I cried out, my eyes shutting down as I took in the pain. “Will you count for me princess?” Ashton asked, so I knew who was doing it.

“One” I simply said, waiting for the next four. His hand came down alternatively on my right and left cheek, spreading the pain all over my ass. After l took in the 5 slaps, the weight shifted and a hand massaged my bum for a while before coming down on me again. It was Michael’s turn and I was trying my best not to scream.

It was then Luke’s turn and as he started to spank me, I let out a loud scream, not being able to hold it back anymore, it was just too much. “No one can hear you princess, it’s just us.” He teased before giving me 4 other harsh slaps. “Calum, I can’t it’s too much.” I begged. His finger ran over my slit, making me shutter. “Your body says otherwise baby girl.” He says before slapping my ass again. “And that was for the wrong name.” He chuckled.

I whined, looking over my shoulder, only to get my hair grabbed and turned back around. “You know the rules,” Michael growled. I was flipped around, exposed to the boys while they looked me up and down. I bite on my finger, lightly sucking on it looking right into Luke’s eyes, but it was soon ripped out of my mouth. “You’re just asking for it princess, aren’t you.” Ashton mocked.

Daddy, let me have a taste. I’ve been such a good girl, please.” I batted my eyes.  Luke shook his head, “You think you should get a taste, when you just teased the fuck out of us, princess?” I sat on my knees, placing my palms on my thighs, like how they taught me, and pouted. “Fuck, I can’t. I’ll let her have a taste.” Calum moaned.

I smiled to myself, having them wrapped around my finger, they always caved in. I let my hands work on his belt buckle while I licked my lips, begging for a taste. Calum’s sweats were finally off his cock imprinted on his boxers aching to burst. My tongue ran on his shaft, slowly taking in his tip. They always told me to never rush, so I took my sweet time. Focusing on pleasuring him, being his good girl.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this princess.” He moaned, his hands tangling in my hair. I looked up at him through my lashes, taking him all the way and holding it. I let his tip drag down my bottom lip, as my hands worked him up. “Okay, enough.” Luke growled pulling me back. I pouted at him, “But, daddy I’m just being a good girl, like you always ask for.”

I lay back, my hands up. “She does know what to do,” Michael sighs, “I think she deserves an award.” They turn and look at me, “Would you like that princess?” Ashton asks. “Yes please, daddy.” I respond. His knees are on both sides of my thighs, his hands creeping up to my core. Ashton leaves kisses down my neck, all the way to the valley of my breasts. A small moan escapes my lips when he presses a finger against my clothed clit.

He rubs in small circles, building up my breath only to let it go again. “Mmm, the only reward you’ll get is my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours.” He growls. I whine pushing my hips towards his hand only to get them pushed down on the couch. “Come on princess, you can beg better than that.” Ashton says. “Please daddy, you know I’ve been a good girl, please I deserve a reward, I’ll do anything you want.” I begged.

Luke smirked at me, coming closer. “You want a reward? Well, you’ve got one now baby girl.” He whispered while kissing my neck. Luke took his time, trailing his down my body, feeling every inch of it. “Daddy,” I said, sounding a little demanding. “Watch your tone, you know where that gets you.” He darted his eyes at me. His fingers hooked the inside of my panties, slowly inching them down my leg.

I was now more exposed than I already of, and I was loving every minute of it. Luke’s thumb toyed with my clit while he inserted a finger into me. One became two, which became three and I was shaking under Luke’s touch. He started sucking and nipping at my neck, leaving clear evidence of the night. A high pitched moan left my mouth as I became closer and closer to my edge again. Luke curled his fingers, pushing me into my first orgasm just by tapping at my g-spot.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as my legs threatened to close, my back arching and sweat trails left on my forehead. “Fuck, please daddy.” Everything about each of the boys was anything but vanilla. It was far from it, and it was exhilarating. “You wanna be good for daddy and cum all over my fingers, huh?” Luke pushes. I nodded, a mewl escaping from my lips.

Most of the time it was Luke who had the master mind of fingering, as well as Ashton, but something about Luke made me weak. “Come on baby girl, we all know you’re close.” Calum says, coming up and kneading my breasts. “Mmm, daddy. Can I cum?” I asked. “Go ahead, princess.” Once I got permission, an intense wave of pleasure ran through my bones. My legs squirmed as my nails dug into the leather leaving half moons everywhere.

Long whimpers fell from my lips, as stars clouded my vision. Deep breaths came from my chest as I slowly opened my eyes. “Such a good girl, our good girl.” Ashton grabbed my hips pulling me right on his tongue. I struggled, being so sensitive. “Daddy, ‘m too sensitive.” I moaned. Ashton’s scruff tickled the insides of my thighs as his tongue was flat, cleaning me.

“No no no no, please daddy I can’t.” I begged, but I didn’t want him too. The pit of my stomach was on fire while my toes curling turning white. “You want me to stop, huh? Hm, cute.” Ashton chuckled. My second orgasm hit me harder, with long moans and whines coming from my lips. “God you taste so good.” Ashton worshiped.

Sweat trailed down my forehead as I tried to catch my breath. “You’re not done yet, princess. We still have a while to go.” Michael said. He grabbed my legs, pulling me down again. His tip ran against my folds making goosebumps rise on my skin. Slowly, he pushed into me, building up the anticipation. Finally, he began to thrust in and out of me.

Shaky moans came out of me as Michael’s grip tightened on my waist. “Daddy, please.” I moaned. “Already princess? You’re already begging..” He chuckled. My nails dragged down his back. “Daddy, I wanna cum, please let me.” I whimpered. “Cum for daddy, kitten.” He whispered while kissing my neck. Soon after I could feel myself losing control and I released around him. He unsystematically rode out my high before pulling out of me, catching his breath.

My body felt weak, I couldn’t open my eyes. “Okay baby girl,” Calum started, “you now missionary isn’t my favorite, ass up head down.” He demanded. My body was numb as I tried my best to keep my backside up instead of plopping down. My backside faced him as my toes started to tingle. The tips of Calum’s fingers ran along my back making me shiver. “You awake enough, princess?” He asked. “Yes, daddy.” I answered. “Good,” he chuckled.

He thrusted harshly inside me with a groan as I moaned out loud. After giving me a moment to adjust, he set a fast pace, fucking into me as hard as he could. Little noises slipped from my lips, gradually growing louder as I neared closer to my release. “Daddy!” I yelled out “I-I need to cum!” His thumb came down to circle my clit, his thrusts loosing their smooth finese as pleasure consumed him. “Go ahead, princess. Cum for daddy.” I detonated around him with a scream, milking Calum for all that he was worth. Calum covered my lips with his as he came hard inside me with a raspy, “Fuck, princess!”  

I felt my body go numb at this point, feeling no energy to keep going. “You tired, princess?” Michael asked. “Yes, daddy.” I yawned. “Alright princess, we’ll let you rest now,” Ashton said, picking me up bridal style. I was set down in the bed, covering my body with blankets as my eyes shut.

Jakob Chychrun #2

Requested by Anon:  could you please do a jakob chychrun imagine where he and the reader have been fwb for a while but then they fall in love and get together? thanks xx

*Thank youuu!! I hope you like this one. :) Enjoy!*

Word count: 847

Originally posted by ryanhartman

The sparkle in his eyes when he opened the door was unmistakable, the kind of sparkle that you haven’t seen before but something you welcome nonetheless.

“Someone’s happy,” you giggled, sashaying for him a little.

“Wow,” he let out a breath as he took in your yoga pants and crop top, a teasing smile on his face.

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Ticket To Ride

Parring: Bucky X reader

word: 1286

warnings: me… just kidding, i’m not a warning! or am i?

Summary: Reader is leaving the tower after a fight with Bucky

A/N: Ticket to ride, because i was listening to it while writing this

Originally posted by gliceria

“where to Ms.? “The driver asked, looking at you in the mirror.

It was Thursday morning, it had only been two days since the incident, but you liked it that way. That it was spontaneous, God knows where you would end.

It was cold outside, but the air in the cab was warm, and your coat was tugged tight around you, your hat pulled down around your ears. You had thrown your bag into the car, and closed the door after you.

“the station” you said, and the car started moved.

 

“You’re not going after her? “

Light was shining through the windows, lightning up the room. Steve stood in the door, wearing his training clothes, looking at his friend. Bucky stood in the middle of the room, punching the bag. His hair was soaked with sweat, framing his face. He had clearly been there a long time.

“you should” Steve continued, when Bucky didn’t answer him. He took a few steps into the room, putting his bottle and towel down. “It’ll be a while before you see her again, it’s not the best idea to let… “

Steve got cut off by the bag falling, hitting the ground with a loud thump. Bucky stood a minute, staring at the bag. His chest rising and falling quickly.

“It’s for the best” Bucky said, breaking the silence. “I was holding her back, don’t pretend you don’t know that, Steve”

Steve let the room become quite again. Bucky was right after all, and he had known, just like everyone else he had felt it on her.

He had often though of her like the ocean. She wasn’t one to comfort others, she made them laugh. She loved to make them laugh, seeing them smiling because of her. But in the same time, she was longing for more than working there. She wanted to see the world, and Steve could easily imagine her on the top of a mountain, her eyes closed, arms thrown to the sides, wind in her hair, with the world under her. She deserved something big, a wild, adventurous life, and that was what she was going to get now.

 

You paid for the cab, and looked at the station. It rose above you, looked down at you, asking are you sure?

Yes! You though, as you walked into the station, quickly finding your ticket, looking around for your platform. You counted them, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!

You smiled confident, and took a step towards it.

 

“You’re going to regret it, you know” Steve said, as Bucky found a new bag. “Who knows when she’ll get back? It could be years! Maybe she found someone knew then? “

“shut up! “Bucky said, as he turned around and looked at Steve. “I want to! Okay?! I want to, but I can’t! “

“why not? “Steve asked, taking a step towards Bucky.

You had had another fight, not that it was anything new, you often fought, it had just been an excuse. You were bored! You needed to get out, go on adventures, but Bucky tied you down. The fight wasn’t big, it wasn’t special, but you had used it as an excuse to get out. Bucky had asked you if it was your way to break up with him.

‘I don’t know’ you had answered. ‘I guess’.

Then you had left, leaving Bucky as shocked as the day you confessed your feelings for him.

 

The train left in 15 minutes, and you had nothing to do but wait. You couldn’t be in the tower any longer, memories of you and Him everywhere.

Of course you felt bad for leaving him like that, but you needed to get away, and you couldn’t do that to him either. Instead you blamed it on your fight and break up. It wasn’t because you didn’t love him, but it would be easier for him if he thought that. You couldn’t keep him waiting for a year, maybe more. You couldn’t do that to him, you would rather give him a chance to get over you, get a life without you. Because this couldn’t be the last time you left.

 

“just do it, man! “Steve said, walking over to Bucky. “Better tell her that you love her now, right? then she at least knows it! “

Bucky just looked at Steve, his eyes judging. What good would it do that he ran? You would surely be annoyed, telling him to stop and just go back, forget about you.

“you love her “Steve said, and Bucky nodded. “she loves you? “

Bucky didn’t answer, he just looked down. Honestly, he had doubted it sometimes. You had said it, that you loved it, but you seemed so distanced sometimes, and he wondered if he wasn’t enough for you.

“of course she does! “Steve said. Sometimes it had amazed him how stupid his friend could be, and he should be used to it by now. “now you run off, go find her, and tell her you love her! “

Bucky looked up at Steve, his friend’s eyes was calm and comforting. Bucky nodded slowly, before turning around, hurrying out of the building.

 

6 minutes.

You had read in your book, but now you couldn’t concentrate anymore. There were people all around you. People saying goodbye to their friends and family, nobody was alone, except you.

5 minutes.

You didn’t mind it, that you were alone. In your fantasies, you had always been alone. Never once had you your family, friends, or Bucky with you. And you had dreamt about it for a long time! Leaving everything you knew, travelling around the world.

4 minutes.

The train arrived, and you walked towards the door, not looking back as you walked in. you found your seat, and managed to get your luggage in, dumping into the seat, looking out of the window.

3 minutes.

You wondered what the others were doing back at the tower. They were probably eating breakfast right now. Steve was probably training, he often arrived late because of his training. That guy was obsessed, that was why you preferred to train with Bucky.

2 minutes.

It had been in these training session that you had fallen in love with the man, and also in one of them you had confessed it. You had never really understood why people didn’t just say it. Either the person felt the same, and you could be happy, or the person rejected you, and then you could just move on quickly, not bothering actually start loving them before they broke your heart.

1 minute.

People were starting to say the last goodbye’s, and walked inside the train. The platform became more empty, and you played with your left sleeve. You were excited, but just as nervous, you were on your own.

That was when you saw him. He was in the other end of the platform, pushing himself through the crowd. He wore training clothes, and you wondered a moment why, before you started to wonder why he had come. Bucky wasn’t one to do that.

The train started moving, and Bucky caught your eye. His steps became faster, and he tried to run on the platform. He was surrounded by people waving, but he didn’t sense them. The train moved quicker every moment, and it was only a matter of time, before Bucky couldn’t keep up with it.

He pushed people aside, some of them falling into others, but it didn’t seem like he cared. He continued, and so did the train. It speeded up, and soon left the platform. You could see the platform becoming smaller, and smaller, and you lost sight of it.

Ignorance | 10k x Reader

Fandom: Z Nation

Characters: 10k, Reader, Addy, Doc

Warnings: Fluff Stuff

Word Count: 693

Summary: The group starts to take notice of how 10k acts around you, all the while you remain ignorant

A/N: Just a short little one-shot that I hope you guys like :)


At first, the group never took notice of how 10k would act shy around you, cheeks lightly coloring a rose pink while his eyes never strayed from your form. How if he decided to say something, his words would slightly stutter before he completely shut up and let you talk. How when you rested your head on his shoulder, he would freeze up, glancing at you from the corner of his eye before relaxing his body, carefully patting your arm before giving it a small squeeze.

The first to take notice of 10k’s infatuation was Addy, who, upon spotting the pink tint on his cheeks after you brushed your hand against his, took him to the side and tried to get him to talk.

“I think someone has a little crush on our dear old (Y/N),” Addy pestered, backing the young man into a corner of the house they were staying in for the night. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 10k tried ducking under her arms that were caging him in, but Addy managed to keep him in place.

“C’mon Ten, you can’t fool me! The glances, the light touches. I mean, you’re blushing,” Addy emphasized, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow while poking him in the chest. He chose not to say anything, eyes looking anywhere except for the redhead before him. She sighed, giving in to his wishes and moving away, but not before saying, “This is far from over, lover boy.”

The next to notice was Doc after he spotted you walking away from 10k, the undeniable blush in full bloom as he skimmed his fingers over his cheek. The older man walked over to him, standing in front of the dazed young man who was staring at your retreating form. Doc focused on where exactly 10k’s eyes were set on, only to discover that he was staring at the curve of your hips. Doc laughed, breaking the boy’s attention before blushing an even darker shade of pink, moving to turn around and flee.

“Now, hold on there kid. Were you checkin’ her out?” Another loud laugh escaped Docs lips, slapping a hand against 10k’s shoulder while trying to lower his voice. “Never thought I’d see the day. Good for you kid.” And with that, Doc walked away, leaving a baffled and embarrassed 10k to stare at nothing in particular. 

After that, Addy and Doc were always trying to find ways to get the two together. When the group would sit around the makeshift fire on cold night’s, they always made sure the two were sitting next to each other with Doc on 10k’s other available side and Addy on yours. If Warren made everyone split up for supply runs or to scope out an area, they would always switch partners at the last moment to make sure you were both going together. And when everyone was piling into the truck or whatever vehicle they were using that day, they would always make sure to shove everyone else into the cab while you two were left to sit next to each other. 

Soon enough, the others came to the realization that 10k was harboring a large crush, if not a real feeling of love for you. It would have been less obvious if Addy and Doc weren’t trying to pair the two of you up every second of the day. Except, the only one who didn’t notice anything going on with 10k was the person who he was crushing on: you. At every glance, every lingering touch, every small smile and quick cheek peck, you had never seen a reaction from the boy. And it broke his heart because he wanted you to see his reactions. 

It was the only way he could really show how he was feeling without opening his mouth and making a fool out of himself. So almost a month later, when you innocently gave him a hug of gratitude for saving you from becoming Z chow and pulled back just enough, you noticed that he was looking at you with a flushed face and an awkward smile.

And you were no longer ignorant.

Angry Love (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request

Imagine:
You nearly died from saving Cisco and Dante from Rupture, which causes Harry to become extremely pissed at you. For what reason, you don’t know…

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“Stupid!”

“Stop!”

“Unnecessary!”

“But that’s –”

“And absolutely dangerous!!”

You heaved a heavy, exasperated sigh. “Will you just –”

No!” Harry cut you off with a firm look that had even Barry, Cisco and Caitlin shrinking from him. Running his hands through his hair, he gripped chunks of his locks tightly and practically yanked them out. “You don’t get a say in the matter! Not after that stunt you pulled!! I mean, Jesus, ________! You scared the living hell out of me. Out of all of us! You could’ve died! Did you know that?”

You kept your gaze low. “Yes.”

Bullshit!” He grabbed a mug and threw it across the room.

The small ceramic cup burst into a thousand shards and scattered across the floor.

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Well, You Took Your Time

Originally posted by wallmanhere

Requested: Yes, by a very lovely anon

Pairings: Barry Allen x Reader (platonic, unless you squint really, really hard)

Warnings: Kidnapped!Reader

Word Count: 1,214

A/N: I hope that you guys enjoy another Barry fic, I can’t wait for this movie, why is it so far away??


“So you see, my dear, you are the exact pressure point I needed to hit in order to lure The Flash out of hiding.”

You held in a groan, wishing that this whack-job would just shut up and get on with whatever torture he had planned. He had been ranting on about how The Flash would never let you get hurt, but you were honestly starting to doubt this guy’s sanity even more, which is saying something.

You had met The Flash once, when he stopped some mugger from taking off with your purse. But honestly, that was no reason to think that he would show up again. But this guy somehow got it into his twisted mind that you were the ‘key to everything’.

As far as you could tell, this guy had been rambling for the better part of five minutes, and it didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. You struggled against the ropes, hoping that they would at least loosen enough for you to regain feeling in your hands, but it didn’t seem to be doing any good.

However enthusiastic this guy was about capturing you, he wasn’t exactly taking every precaution he could have. He simply tied your hands and feet together, and forced you to sit in a chair. If you could just get your hands loosened, you might be able to untie the rope around your feet and attempt making a run for it. At this point, anything seemed better than waiting for the fastest man alive, who seemed to be running late.

Eventually, the man’s loud speech broke through the mental barrier you had attempted to put up in order to block out the rest of his ridiculous ramblings. Regrettably, it seemed that you could only hold him off for so long, until his speech broke through again.

“You have known The Flash for so long,” the man said, stepping closer to you and grabbing your chin in his hands. “How could you have been so blind?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you said, meeting your captor’s eyes. You knew that reasoning with him wasn’t going to do you much good, but it couldn’t hurt to try. “I met The Flash once, but I only met him for a few minutes. He probably doesn’t even remember me.” You insisted.

“My dear, dear Y/N,” he muttered finally releasing your chin from his hand and resuming his pacing around the room. “You are perhaps the most clueless girl to have ever stumbled into my hands.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. To say that you had stumbled into his hands was an exaggeration. He had knocked you out on your walk back to your apartment. When you got out of this, you were going to make someone walk you home, or at least take a cab.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a spark of light, but you quickly dismissed it, deciding that it was a trick of the light. You knew that this wasn’t going to end well, especially because The Flash had neglected to show up. But, after spotting the light second time, you felt your heart begin to pound.

Did he really come for you? It seemed implausible, but the kernel of hope in your stomach said otherwise. However, it was pretty hard to doubt him when a flash of lightening lit up the room, and a man in a red suit appeared in front of you.

You couldn’t help the grin that broke out onto your face as he made quick work of untying the rope around your hands and feet. He signaled you to be quiet, before scooping you into his arms and in the blink of an eye, you were outside of the warehouse the man had taken you to.

“I’ll be right back.” The superhero insisted, before zooming back into the building. A few minutes and three streaks of lightening later, The Flash was standing in front of you.

“I don’t know how I can even thank you.” you said, looking him up and down. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was definitely familiar about him.

“You don’t need to thank me, but why don’t I take you home?” he said, moving to pick you up again. “Ill feel better once your safe in your apartment again.”

Before you could tell him where you lived, you were standing in your living room. “How, how did you know where I lived?” you asked, glancing around at the familiar surroundings.

You were nearly certain before that you didn’t know him, but now it seemed impossible that he was a stranger.

“Well, I” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just thought that, um.”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. It was the same look that you gave your best friend Barry when he was trying to lie to you.

When the stuttering started and he was rubbing his neck, you knew that your best friend since childhood wasn’t telling the truth. Wait a second…

“Barry?” you asked quietly, moving towards him. It didn’t feel possible, but, looking at him again, he was about the same height, they had similar voices and, those eyes. You would know them anywhere.

Tentatively, you reached up to his helmet, and when he didn’t jerk away, you slowly lifted it to reveal the face of Barry Allen, your most trusted friend.

Immediately, he launched into an apology, trying to explain. “I didn’t want to tell you, because I thought that I was going crazy. And then when I finally figured out what was going on, I was already starting to accumulate enemies and then I figured that I didn’t want you to get hurt because I love you and I never wanted anything to happen to you and I just-”

He paused when he felt your hand gripping his shoulder, signaling him to relax. “Barry, I’m not angry.” You said quietly.

“But, I lied.” He said. You could hear the sadness in his voice, along with a twinge of confusion.

“I know, you said, stepping into him and placing your arms around his shoulders. “But you came, didn’t you.” you didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “When that man had me and I was in danger, you showed up. You saved me from that man, Barry, and that’s all that matters. I know that you were trying to protect me, and because of that.” You released him from the hug to look into his eyes, pouring as much meaning as you could into your next few words, “all I can say is thank you.”  

“I was really scared tonight.” He said, looking down at the floor. “I thought that I was going to lose you.”
“Me too Bar.” You say quietly, ducking down, so that his eyes met yours. “But you found me, didn’t you?” All that he could do was nod.

“Well then, problem solved.” You said with a small smile, hoping that he would return it.

Your heart soared when the corners of his mouth turned up in the smallest of smiles. Even though it was small, you knew that it was a big victory.

Holy Trench Coat || Stiles S.

Word count: 1020

After watching Mr. Stilinski get into the police cruiser and drive away, I stepped out of my car from across the street holding the coat tight against me.

Immediately, my almost naked body was freezing underneath the long black trench coat and I wondered to myself if it was actually worth spending the extra twenty-five minutes in the shower shaving my legs if it only took three seconds in the cold to grow back. 

However, as I took more steps toward the house my heart started to pound so hard, it felt as if it would burst from my chest at any second.

“How did you convince yourself to do this Lyla?”  I grumbled, watching as my words came out in a gray cloud of smoke in the chilly night air. 

My uggs slapped against the road as I crossed it, walking up the driveway to the front steps. I thought about knocking, but I wanted it to be a surprise and I knew that Padre Stilinski never locked the door unless no one else was here.

Slowly, I turned the knob in my hand and for a second I thought of how this would look to an outsider. It probably seemed that I was waiting for the sheriff to leave, being all stalker like so I could rob his house, but in all reality, I wasn’t here to rob anything.

Well, unless you count Stiles’s virginity.

Now, that sounded as if I planned to rape him, which I wasn’t. I was only here trying to save both of our lives and because I’d been in love with this schmuck for the last five years and I wasn’t going to let his life end all because some stupid evil creature wanted to have virgin sacrifices.

After opening the door, I quietly shut it and walked up the steps to Stiles’s room. With every step I took, I felt my legs get weaker and my confidence falter.

What if he didn’t want to?

What if he thought I was ugly?

What if he was saving it for my sister?

That last thought struck a chord in my gut and I stopped on the stairs. It wasn’t a secret that Stiles held feeling for my sister, Lydia Martin. Hell, I had even heard him say it once.

It was the first day of sophomore year, the day after Scott was bitten by that stupid alpha, Peter. Lydia and I had just gotten out of her car when I saw Stiles and Scott talking to each other. Instead of following Lydia, like I normally did, I branched from her path and headed towards my two awkward best friends since seventh grade. 

As I walked up to them, I heard Stiles speaking. “Dude, this is the best thing that has ever happened in this town. It’s almost as great as the birth of…” Scott nudged him as I arrived in their presence, alerting Stiles, whose eyes got wide before looking away from me at my sister. “Lydia Martin.”

I raised an eyebrow, trying not to give away how much hurt was in my chest before piping up. “You know, that was my birth too, perks of being twins.”

Stiles stated some joke after that but it never left my mind and it still holds a name to a crack in my heart today. 

Shaking my head, I rid the memories of that day before continuing up the stairs. Soon, I was face-to-face with Stiles’s door and I could hear him talking inside. The sounds of a tv and gunshots rang from outside the door. 

“Take that zombie! Couldn’t get me! I’m the Alpha now, bitch!” All were things that I heard as I waited outside the door wondering how long it was going to take me before I chickened out, walked back to my car, drove home, put on some comfy pajamas, got into bed, and wondered about the what if’s that could have happened tonight.

Memories of that boy tied to a tree with his throat slit burned into my mind. I couldn’t let that happen. Not to me and certainly not to my Stiles.

Once again, I slowly turned the knob and entered the room. Stiles sat in his computer chair with a remote controller in his hand and headphones on his head as he continued to kill the zombies that approached him on the screen. He was barking orders at what I assumed was the other players in the game.

A part of me wanted to continue staring at him, but then I realized just how creepy and Edward Cullen like that really was. So, to get his attention, I cleared my throat.

As if nothing had happened, he continued to play the game yelling out vulgar things and commanding orders. 

Irritation started boiling in my veins. I tried once more to clear my throat, but it was to no avail. Finally, upset with the lack of attention I was getting (I was a Martin after all), I yelled. “Stiles!”

His hands went up in the air, letting go of his controller as it flew above his head and landed on the ground with a soft thud. His chair almost tilted backward from the sudden motion of his body as he jumped and a loud squawk left his lips.

Turning to face me, he removed the headphones from the back of his neck where they had fallen as his breaths came to him in pants. “Lyla? What the hell are you doing here and why did you scare the living crap out of me?”

Mustering all the courage I had I let the words flow from me.

“I’m not going to die a virgin Stiles, and I’m going to let you die either.”

With that, I let my hands drop from the trench coat and watched Stiles’s expression as the material pooled at my feet. The only thing left on my body was a matching set of black lace lingerie. 

His eyes went so wide, I almost expected them to pop out. A choking sound left his lips before actual words.


“Holy shit.”


Part 2? With some smut? ;)

Feathers & Blindfolds

Dean wants to try something new in the bedroom and you agree to doing whatever he has planned.

Warnings: smut obvs, cursing, unprotected sex, being tied up, blindfolding

Word count: 2,379

A/N: okay it took me a lot longer than an hour to get this done. i kept getting distracted lmao


The moment Sam retired to his bedroom for the night was when Dean rose from his chair at the table and walked around until he was behind you, hands on your shoulders and slowly pushing back your jacket. His fingers dug into your skin, massaging your shoulders. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as your head hung low, letting Dean do as he pleased. “What are you doing?” you murmured.

His lips pressed against your neck gently. “I want to try something new. You up for it?”

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