Odd One Out Part 1 - Soulmate AU (Jughead x Reader)
Summary: Due to a secret that she hasn’t shared with anyone, the reader doesn’t think she has a soulmate, or at least that she will never find him. As the majority of people find their soulmates before they turn eighteen, the reader knows her time is running out on her eighteenth birthday. Unknown to her however, Jughead knows exactly who her soulmate is. He just never told her.
theory, everyone has a soulmate. One person who is perfectly suited to another
in every possible way, someone you can spend the rest of your life with. As a
means to find your other half, everyone is born with a tattoo – approximately the
size of a coin –which is situated just where the collarbone meets the shoulder on
everyone’s left-side. Only your soulmate holds the identical tattoo to you,
your tattoos forming a matching pair that are unique from the rest of the
world, just like soulmates are. The majority of people find their soulmate before
the age of eighteen, some slightly later, but a very small minority never find
their other half. The world is a big place after all.
This in mind, you brushed your long hair off your shoulder
and stared at your soulmate tattoo in your bedroom mirror. You loved the
simplistic style of it, just the outline of a grey crown that matched perfectly
with your olive-toned skin. Recently however, you feared that you may not ever
find the boy you shared it with; sometimes you doubted that he even existed.
Now, on your eighteenth birthday your tattoo seemed like a symbol of dread
rather than hope, statistically you were running out of time to find your other
half and you wouldn’t be able to have anyone else. What if you married a man
who had also not found his soulmate and, ten years or so later, the mysterious
woman appeared and he left you? As much as it hurt, that was a chance you were
willing to take if you had to, rather that than spend the rest of your life
alone. You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts by the sound of a knock on
your bedroom door.
“Come in” you called, quickly pulling on your cardigan to
hide your tattoo. Now that you were eighteen and still without your soulmate,
you suddenly felt the urge to hide your mark, like you were embarrassed of it.
“Happy Birthday Y/N!” a familiar voice chimed. You turned
around, forcing a smile onto your face as your best-friend Veronica Lodge strutted
into your room, gift bags hanging from her smooth arms like Christmas
“Ronnie!” you groaned, “I said no presents!”
“Yes, and you were being ridiculous and morbid” she scolded,
“I won’t have you fritter away your eighteenth birthday over some boy that you
might find tomorrow.”
“Easy for you to say, you’ve found your soulmate” you
“Yes, and sometimes I wish there was a soulmate return
policy. Archie was no help when it came to selecting your birthday presents!”
“You told him it was my
birthday?” you squealed, utterly horrified. Veronica just rolled her eyes at
you and began unloading presents onto your bed. She didn’t understand your
horror at turning eighteen, but she didn’t know that there was one extra reason
why you may never find your soulmate; it was a secret that only your mum knew.
Hello everyone! I have decided to host my first ever awards: The Uncommon Dog Breeds Awards! I am a huge dog lover and want to recognize some awesome breeds that we don’t hear about or see often! I would LOVE it if you participated and spread the word about these amazing dogs!
Mudz coming home to his partner in one of his leather jackets, thigh highs, and nothing else? (sin please for the love of god)
(Love this tho! and if you don’t mind I’m drawing it with my OC XD)
(Also, takes place in the bedroom on the Gorillaz App so you guys know)
You loved the idea of putting together a special surprise of Murdoc for when he got home, because it meant he’d get super turned on and give you the relief you so desired. About a half an hour before he was expect back home, you put together yourself in your guy’s shared bedroom at the studio. You didn’t need to put much effort in finding his leather jacket because he had left it on the brown chair right next to the door.
You skipped it on after you’d taken off your top and laced (F/C) bra, throwing them uncaringly over by the grand piano near the windows, and the same with your boots and Grey skinny jeans. You guys never really paid much attention to what you did with unneeded m clothes in the moment and waited until later to deal with them.
Finally, you were able to throw on your favorite pair of black, lacy high thighs; the best part about dressing up in the room. By the time that you were done cleaning up the room a bit and making the bed for all the better experience, you heard the door open and close behind you. “what’s this?” You could hear Murdoc speak up in wonder.
“I thought I’d do a little something for you. I know how much this turns you on,” it was only a few weeks back that you discovered that he liked when you wore his jacket when you’d worn it without asking him. It may not have fit you just right, but it didn’t take away from your figure. You pulled on the collar of the jacket.
“You really do know how to pleasure me, love,” he smirked as he approached you slowly, softly biting his lower lip. He wrapped his arm around your waist and gave you a small kiss on your neck. “looks like you get a reward,” he assured you. His cold hands made their way down for your bottom, fitting around the cheeks nearly perfectly. You jumped a little in pleasure when he squeezed. “now shall we?”
Okay which of the snk guys would look the best in lacy lingerie? Personally, I think Marco cuz he thiccc boi but I also imagine he has body hair and it just compliments him if he wears black lacy lingerie
Hmmm, personally I think Armin. IDEK why but every time I get a question like this, or think of something like this my mind goes to Armin in a soft baby pink satin lacy lingerie with a little matching pink bow pulling back his hair.
MAYBE Marlow too? But in like a baby blue instead of a pink.
the deceased characters returning to the present world in spirit form
Lacie being the host as she sits at the end of the table in a giant armchair laden with white carnations
the two Alices sitting on either side of her whilst playing with Oz in his B-Rabbit form
Gilbert cooks a bunny-themed feast - all the food is shaped as bunnies (the burnt ones are Alice’s doing). And of course, there’s Alice’s favorite meat and Oz’s favorite strawberry cake. He makes soup and chocolate tarts too!
Elliot and Leo play the piano together as the food is brought in
Break and Reim are teasing one another, just like the old times, and Sharon watches on, smiling sweetly as she sips her tea
Jack and Oswald fight over which flower crown would look the best on Lacie (they’ve made tons). Jack uses lavenders and Oswald uses purple hyacinths
Echo and Noise arrive as separate people; Vincent styles Noise’s hair as Echo holds the mirror up for her. Ada prances around delightfully, showering sunflower petals over Echo
Oscar lingers around a cherry tree with his wife and son whilst setting the camera up for Oz
for them to take plenty of photographs using Oscar’s camera
Lottie and her Baskerville gang join Break and Reim whilst Lily leaps into Break’s arms, demanding a piggy-back ride
Rufus pushes Sheryl to the nearby meadow in which Sheryl finally accepts Rufus’s confession and she hands him a rose-scented letter which she’s been hesitant about all along
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It was a beautiful autumn day, the crisp air mesmerizing your senses. It was your best friends wedding day, and you were given the honor to be her maid of honor. Of course you took the offer quickly, knowing it would mean as much to you as it would to her. You were wearing a beautiful salmon dress, which was similar to the dress the bridesmaids were wearing. The large wedding took place in a beautiful park, where the bride and groom were announced husband and wife in an elegant gazebo on a waterfront. The wedding ceremony itself was unforgettable, but little did you know that the wedding reception would be a night you’d never forget
The wedding reception was held in a nearby ballroom, the room decorated in large chandeliers and furniture painted in salmon and white. After dinner was prepared and beautifully served, all the guests were asked to dance after the first dance was completed. A slow orchestral song was played, and everyone began to slow dance . You looked around the room for a partner, when you felt a pair of eyes watching you from behind. You were about to turn around to look at who was watching, when you felt arms snake around your waist, and a pair of warm lips pressing to your ears
“May I have this dance beautiful?” A deep, thick English accent spoke into your ear
You gasped quietly in response, a low chuckle came from the mystery man behind you. A large hand lightly grabbed yours and spun you to face the beautiful young man with piercing green eyes. He had a mop of chocolate curls and a tall frame. You can spot a few dark tattoos peaking through his shirt, the ink bringing out the tan skin on his breathtaking body.
He placed his hands low on your waist, and in response you snaked your hands around his neck.
His lips traveled to your ear once again, for the second time that night
“My name’s Harry, what’s your name beautiful?"
"Uh Y/N” you said while stuttering
The dimples in his cheeks popped with his beautiful smile, as he feels you tense in his arms
“Well Y/N, I’m glad you got to know my name, because you’ll be screaming it later” he said in a low, lustful voice
The way he said it made you moan quietly, a devilish smile creeping on his lips
One of his hands left your hips, and traveled down to the hem of your dress. His other hand pushed the small of your back closer to him, and he looked around to make sure no one was looking at the two of you
His hand moved to skim the inside of your thigh, and it moved up to lightly feel your damp, silk underwear
“Baby, who made you this wet, hmm?”
“Y-you. Harry we c-cant do this h-here”
His smile grows wider as he applies pressure to your clit and starts moving his thumbs in figure eights
Your breathing begins to speed up as you try to hide your moans. He plunges one of his fingers into your heat, and begins lightly thrusting it in and out
“Harry!” You say in a loud whisper. The fight to hide your moans becoming impossible
“Not loud enough baby. I want you suffer just like you made me suffer"
"Made you suffer? Harry, how’d I make you suffer?" you say in a breathless question
"Your perfect little figure in that dress was driving me insane all morning, it was making me lose my mind because I couldn’t do anything about it"
He then adds another finger and begins thrusting at a faster pace. Your whimpers came out in struggling cries, as your head falls on Harry’s shoulder in pleasure
"Harry please” you say in between heavy breathing
“Please what, baby?” He said between laughs
“Take me somewhere. Anywhere"
You feel a heat forming in your belly, your orgasm coming close. Harry takes his fingers out of you and takes his thumb off your clit. He grabs your hand and quickly walks you out of the ballroom and into a nearby supply closet.
He lightly pushes you into the closet, following behind you and locking the door. Once the door is locked he slams you against the wall and kisses you hungrily and sloppily. He licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you allow him entrance, your tongues dancing together.
He begins to kiss your jaw, which shortly leads to him leaving hard and wet kisses on your neck. He begins sucking and biting on the skin where your neck meets your collarbone, and you moan loudly at the contact. You feel him smile against your skin as he reaches behind you to unzip the dress keeping Harry from gaining more contact.
Once he unzips the dress he quickly pulls it down to your feet and moves it out of the way.
"Fuck Y/N” he says as he admires the black lacy lingerie your best friend made you wear to go with the dress she gave you.
“This sexy lingerie looks amazing on. But I bet it looks better on the floor” he says with a wink.
He begins kissing and sucking down your stomach and he stops at your panties. He slowly brings them down your legs as he begins working on your pussy.
He thrusts two fingers into you and begins flicking your clit with his tongue. Every few flicks he would begin sucking on your clit, making you moan loudly.
He takes his fingers and tongue and leaves you without any contact, desperate and in need of more
“No, please” you say with a whine of desperation
“Baby if you can’t be quiet I’m just gonna have to make you” he winks at you and begins untying his tie from around his neck
He stands up from his kneeling position and begins tying the think material around your mouth, in hope of making you be quiet.
He kneels back down and begins rubbing your clit in figure eights and he plunges his tongue into your heat, thrusting it in and out
Your stomach begins to heat up and tighten, and then you release all over his tongue and pull on his tousle of curls and moan
“Mmm Y/N you taste amazing” he stands up and pulls the tie from your mouth a little and kisses you hard on the mouth, giving you a taste of your own cum
Harrys restrained erection presses against your stomach as you move your hand to the front of his slacks and begin palming him through the material. You feel his bulge get bigger and harder with your touch, and he moans into your shoulder as you touch him
You pop the button open on his pants and begin to pull his slacks down for him. You leave him in just his boxer briefs and then come back up to pull off his jacket and shirt.
His tan, inked muscles are released as you struggle to open his shirt quickly and you rip the shirt down the middle, all of the buttons popping off as you pull on the material.
He kisses you again in reassurance and grinds his hips into yours, a moan escaping your lips and from his as well. He moves the tie back on your mouth and takes your hands to help him move the elastic band on his boxers quickly down his legs
His big erection slaps onto his toned stomach, and moves to get something out of his pocket. He pulls out a little bottle of lube and a condom, and he rips the foil packet with his teeth
“Wow you really came prepared for this wedding” you mumble against the material of the expensive tie
“Baby you don’t know what to expect at things like this” he says with a chuckle
He rolls the condom onto his hard length and spills the clear lubricant in his hand. He moves it up and down his length in a slow motion and moans at his touch
He positions his prick with your heat and begins to go deep inside you
You both moan loudly and you wrap your legs around his waist
He begins to slam hard and deep into you, you scratching your nails down his soft back
“Oh fuck Y/N you’re so tight” he says with a loud moan
You muffle moans and whimpers against the tie still attached to your mouth, Harry’s lips sucking on one of your nipples in the process of thrusting into you
“Baby you like my big cock? Yeah you like it when I fuck your tight little pussy? Tell me how much you like it princess"
You moan and scream against the tie, as your hands fly into his curls and pull hard
His thrusts become sloppy and quick, as he’s almost hit his climax
"Baby I want you to scream my name when you come. I need to hear you scream my name so everyone in the wedding party can hear how good I fucked you in this closet"
He takes the tie off your mouth and begins thrusting into you hard and quick as you reach your climax
"HARRY!!!” You scream and moan loudly as you release onto his twitching cock inside of you
Once you scream Harry’s name, he spills his load into the condom and pulls out of you.
He plants kisses all over your neck and face as you both recover from the state of euphoria and pleasure you just experienced
He kisses you one last time as you both smile into the kiss, the moment before obviously overwhelming you both
He helps you redress and wipe your mascara streaked cheeks, as he ties the condom into a knot and throws it into the closet trash can. He tries to cover up his ripped shirt by closing it with one of your bobby pins, but it doesn’t seem to work.
He unlocks the closet door and walks out holding your hand, running his thumb against your knuckles as you walk back into the ballroom together. Nobody seems to notice the two of you were gone for all of that time, the party resuming as it was when you two left the ballroom. You two sit down as your best friend and her new husband comes over to talk to you two.
The whole conversation goes on without her noticing that you two just fucked into the supply closet, which keeps you at ease. But not everything can be kept a secret for long
“Hey Y/N, what’s that on your neck?” She says as she points to the newly made hickey
Pride look #2- Dragon Fairy/Rainbow Maleficent/Sparkly Succubus/idk I just wanted to wear my new horns/????
Went to the RPDR Pride show which was actually super disappointing save for a select few great performances, but then made up for that by spending the second half of the night at a high profile club kid party on the roof of a fancy hotel in the meatpacking district complete with swimming pool and gorgeous views of the city!!
I think I hit rock bottom when I realized I was fucking boys for the hell of it. It wasn’t for any sense of gratitude, it wasn’t knowing I could do it, and it wasn’t because I can’t produce oxytocin either.
I think I’m doing it because it’s the only way I’m ever loved.
I’m incapable of feeling loved. It doesn’t manner how many times I’ll claim to marry my best friends, it doesn’t matter how many times I’m shouting I love you at the girls and boys who’ve tried to die, I can’t feel it back.
Maybe the lack of oxytocin has made me feel this way, but who the fuck cares?
You see, I’ve fucked three people and “loved” two of them. The first one I loved with everything I had, but when it came down to the end of it, they spit me out and chewed me up like I was some emotional chew toy so I swore to never love again and it probably didn’t help that in a fit of rage he told me he loved me for my body and what my hips could do, not actually for me. I don’t know if he actually meant it, or remembers saying it, but it took a hit to my self esteem that I haven’t really gotten back.
The second one seemed different, but the second day of knowing him he tried to do stuff to me that I didn’t want and got angry when I said “no” the first time and left me in front of my dorm with slight tears in my eyes. I found out he cheated on me and it wasn’t until six weeks of knowing him, I fucked him. I didn’t do it to show that I know how to roll my hips, but I did it because he told me he needed me and he loved me. He actually needed me to make him cum and loved the way I’d listen to him when he told me “we were done.” He got a girlfriend and told me they were over so I could fuck him instead of his right hand, I found out later she was still existent and that when we dated he cheated on me with one of my friends. I guess that hurt too and it was in that moment I swore off love for good and promised myself I wouldn’t be so fucking stupid.
I told myself I’d rely on being alone because I can’t get hurt that way.
The third one I fucked was off of a bet I lost between us, but we fucked twice and the second time I seized and unlike the second one, he took care of me. I never really looked at that one as “being used” and maybe that’s because we both swore off love and hate fucking, but we do it anyways because that’s the only way we feel loved. Who the fuck knows.
I know that three boys have seen me naked and two of them have seen the lacy thongs my best friend bought me in order to “seduce boys,” but there’s no point.
I only know love in increments of laying in sheets or couches or bathrooms or kitchen counters
I only know love when a boy is inside me
I only know love by the sweat that leaves my body
But is there any other kind?
Is there such thing as “true love”
The kind of love where you’re just holding hands, laughing at stupid shit?
Is there a kind of love where you’re actually fucking, but staring at them like they’re actually magic?
I don’t actually know.
I know love isn’t the first drunk snapping you telling you their drunk,
& I know love isn’t fucking your best friend to learn that they bragged about making you cry and to learn they never gave a shit about your feelings
I’ll never know love,
I don’t do love,
I don’t do my left hand (or my right),
I do destroy myself while I’m on top of boys or when my legs are in the air and I do it frequently
maybe one day I’ll stop
maybe one day I’ll produce oxytocin
maybe one day,
I’ll feel love.