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Serpent!Jughead Jones: Hurt me harder -Smut-

Summary: After Juggie took his father’s Serpent jacket, Y/N just couldn’t help herself. She was honestly more turned than ever. She wanted it different this time. She wanted Jughead to fuck her like a Serpent would.

Warning: Total smut. Just full of sin. Choking, biting, lil bit of dirty talk, full on cursing, daddy kink, and probably some bruising. Oooh and some fluff at the end lol.

*This is not a request*

Reader’s POV

Our little make out session was sadly cut short by a knock on FP’s door. Juggie rushed to find his shirt, as we were half-naked, while I tried my best to cover myself up. Jughead of course went out the door, seeing as it was the South side Serpents. After the whole ‘FP going to jail’ shebacle, he was sent to South side High. Honestly the worst few days of my life. But, we’re good now. Sort of, anyway I peeped through the window just in time to see one of the guys handing him his father’s old serpent jacket. I could see the smile etched into his face, as he slid his slender arms into those leather sleeves. Jughead was officially a South Side Serpent. His smile faltered, when his greenish-blue eyes met my Y/E/C ones. He thanked his fellow members and slowly sauntered into the warm trailer. He finally looked at me with the most disconsolate face I’ve ever seen. I shook my head as I walked his way. “Y/N I-” I cut him off with a passionate kiss. “Baby, it’s okay. If anything i’m highly turned on.” His eyes were then filled with lust. He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me closer. We went back to where we started, me on the counter with my arms around his neck. He was trying to get the jacket off, but fuck no baby. You keep that shit on. “No, no, no, you keep this on.” I said, referring to the black leather jacket. He just moaned, and god it was the hottest thing. I pushed him away, as I hopped off the counter. Only to be pushed on the bed. “Not today baby girl.” He mumbled. He spread my legs roughly. “Look at this pretty little kitty.” “What? You just gonna stand there and look, while I fuck myself?” I asked as I slid a finger up my slippery folds. He swatted my hand away. “I’m the only one who gets to do the fucking here, do you understand?” I muttered. “I said, do you understand?” I spoke louder this time. “Yes, daddy.” He smirked at my submissiveness. “Good girl.” He trailed a hand down my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. He got down onto his knees I could feel his breath on my heat, it made me even wetter. “Please daddy.” I begged him. I wasn’t afraid to beg. I knew it turned him on. “What do you want daddy to do?” “I want you to eat me.” I groaned out. “Too bad, darling” He growled. I was so frustrated. How could he do this to me? I was going to protest, but once I saw the look in his eyes, I shut my fucking mouth. Juggie was never this controlling. I fucking love it. He climbed on top of me. “We’re going to do something even better.” He said as he ground his hips against mine. Causing both of us to moan. I reached down to his waist. Pulling him closer to me, so I could unbutton his pants. He sat up, pulling his pants down, mid-thigh as his cock sprung out against his stomach. He positioned himself at my entrance. I jerked my hips into air, trying to get some type of action. I moaned as I felt his tip dig into my heat. I could see the pleasure spread across his face. He wasted no time thrusting himself into me. I nearly screamed at the contact. God, it felt so good. His moaning was making everything better. I could feel his grip on my thigh. There’s definitely gonna be a bruise there tomorrow. “Oh my god, I’m so close daddy.” His thrusts were getting faster. “I want you to choke me. Please choke me daddy.” I managed to get out. He wrapped his slim fingers around my throat. Giving it a squeeze. “Harder” I moaned. He squeezed harder this time. Hard enough. I could feel myself getting light headed as my orgasm was starting to build up in my belly. Jughead was thrusting harder than ever before. It was great. “I’m so close daddy.” “Me too, baby,” He was getting sloppy. I could tell he reached his climax. I felt dizzy as I came down from my orgasmic high. He pulled out and collapsed beside me. I wrapped my arms around him as I turned onto my side. “My baby is just like his daddy now.” “You’re not disappointed that I’m a Serpent?” “God no. I have no problem at all with you being one. I’m not like everyone else in Riverdale. I still love you with all my heart Jughead.” He smiled “I love you too.”

All It Took Was A Joke

Word Count: 1340

Warnings: curse words, fluff

A/N: this one shot was requested and awe I thought the idea was very cute! Sorry it took so long to write! I’ve been so sick the past couple of days! I’m currently sitting in a doctors parking lot writing this oops! Much love!

Requested: after leaving Archie and Betty a few years back to be friends with Cheryl, Y/N rekindles her friendship with them, and ultimately becomes friends with Veronica and Kevin as well. She’s not so sure about Jughead though, but who knows maybe something will spark…

     "Betty! Archie!“ Y/N exclaimed, standing from her booth at Pops. The two look over to her and smile, and Betty walks over with her arms wide open.

    "Y/N!” she exclaims, embracing her in a hug. Archie comes over and wraps his arms around the both of them, and Betty and Y/N giggle.

    “I’m so glad you two could join me! I’ve missed you two terribly!” Y/N said, breaking free from Betty and Archie.

    “We’ve missed you too,” Archie smiled. “You look great!”

    “Archiekins, you see the girl every day at school, stop acting like you haven’t seen her in years.” Veronica teased, walking up to Y/N. “Veronica Lodge.” she confidently said, holding out her hand.

    “Sorry Veronica, I only give handshakes to people I’m not friends with, and I like you already, so bring it in.” Y/N said, holding her arms out open. Veronica stared at Y/N a second with a puzzled expression. It soon turned into a smile, and she hugged her.

    “Finally someone with my confidence!” she said, giggling.

    “Sorry Y/N, I know you were hoping for this to be just you, Archie, and I, but we brought three of our friends with us.” Betty said, and Y/N chuckled.

    “Don’t worry about it Bets, any friend of yours is a friend of mine.” Y/N smiled. Kevin came up and hugged Y/N by surprise. Y/N giggled, and when he released her she turned to face him.

    “Kevin Keller.” he said, and Y/N nodded.

    “Sheriffs boy?” she asked, and Kevin rolled his eyes, and chuckled.

    “Don’t worry, I’m not a snitch.” he joked, earning a laugh from everyone.

    “Good to know,” Y/N said, giving a mischievous smile. She looked at Betty and Archie and their two friends, and looked for the third, but they were no where to be seen. “Didn’t you say you brought three friends?” Y/N asked. Archie and Betty looked around for their friend.

    “Jughead!” Archie called. And Y/N gave a puzzled look to Kevin and Veronica.

    “Jughead?” She questioned and the two of them laughed and shrugged. Just then a tall boy wearing a grey beanie and dark clothing walked up to the group of friends, and Y/N stood, awestruck.

    “Jughead this is Y/N, Y/N this is Jughead.” Archie introduced the two, and Y/N collected herself from her thoughts and held her arms out to hug him.

    “I don’t do hugs.” Jughead said, and Y/N quickly put her arms down.

    “Oh-I… Im sorry.” she mumbled, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

    He may be cute but he’s kind of an ass… she thought.

    “Let’s sit down and eat.” Betty said, noticing the tension and motioned to the booth. Y/N slid into the booth and Jughead slid in after her, then Veronica. On the other side, right across from Y/N was Archie, Betty and then Kevin. Small talk between the friends went on, talking about things like school and family life, although Y/N was distracted by the tall boy sitting next to her. Part of her didn’t want to be around him, he was kind of a moody, outcast type. But the other part of her found him intriguing and handsome, and she wanted to know more. Y/N was quickly snapped out of her thoughts when Archie waved a menu in front of her face.

    “Y/N? It’s your turn to order.” He said, giving her a worried look. “You alright?”

    “Of course.” She said, nodding her head. She turned to the waiter, and smiled. “I’ll take my usual, a burger with fries and a chocolate milkshake.” The waiter wrote down her order and Jughead turned his head to Y/N and smiled.

    “You’re name was Y/N right?” He asked, and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

    “Yeah, Y/N  Y/L/N. Sorry it’s not as easy to remember as Jughead.” she teased, earning a laugh from him.

God he has a cute laugh, maybe he’s not as bad as I thought…

    Y/N looked around the table and saw everyone’s jaws wide open.

    “What?” she asked. And Betty shook from her trance and smiled.

    “You got Jughead Jones to laugh, like actually laugh! How..? I-we can almost never do that.” Jughead rolled his eyes and Y/N looked up at him.

    “Not much of a laugher are you?” She asked, and he shrugged.

    “Not much to laugh at.” he said, and she nodded her head.

    “Because no one has the same dry, sarcastic sense of humor like you. Got it.” she said and he chuckled, earning another round of surprised looks from everyone at the table.

    “Exactly.” He said and Y/N bumped into him.

    “Well it looks like I do.” she said, and he nodded.

   "Looks like you’ve met your match, Juggie.“ Archie said. The rest of the night, Jughead and Y/N talked and teased the rest of the group, and everyone stared at them knowingly. Much to Y/Ns surprise, Jughead ordered the same thing as her, and they ate their food and laughed at each other’s jokes. When the food was gone and everyone was tired, they all stood up deciding it was time to leave.

    "It was very nice meeting you,” Veronica said, hugging Y/N again. “You should definitely hang out with us more often, or all the time. Preferably the second one.” she joked and Y/N laughed.

    “Sit with us at lunch!” Kevin said, and Y/N smiled.

    “Yeah, you’re always welcome.” Archie said.

    “Well majority says I should so I guess I will!” Y/N said, and everyone smiled.

    “Good, I’ll have someone to actually talk to.” Jughead said, and Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed.

    “Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it, you have no one to talk to because no one understand you and your humor.” She teased and he smiled. “Well Jughead, I think it’s safe to say we are friends now, so how about that hug?” she asked holding her arms open.

    “If she gets him to do it, my whole life will have been a lie.” Kevin whispered to Veronica, but Archie and Betty heard it. They looked at eachother and nodded in agreement with Kevin.

    “She’ll need a miracle to get him to..”  Archie said.

    “Come on Jones…” Y/N said, giggling. Jughead rolled his eyes and hesitantly walked forward, and wrapped his arms around Y/N.

    “Oh my god.” Kevin said, and the whole group sat there in silence. Jughead pulled away slightly, his hands still around her waist.

    “You know I was so convinced I wasn’t going to like you.” He said and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Damn was I wrong.”

    “What changed your mind, Jones?” she asked, confidence laced in her voice.

    “I’m not sure, but I’m glad it did.” he said. He leaned down, his eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips. She met him half way, and they kissed.

    “OH MY GOD!” Kevin yelled. Jughead quickly pulled away, and they both turned bright red.

    “I forgot they were there.” Y/N mumbled. Jughead collected himself and made his way to the door.

    “Well I’ll see you guys tomorrow at lunch,” he said, waving. “Right Y/N?” he asked.

    “Wouldn’t dream of missing it.” she called and he left. Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin just sat there staring, and Y/N laughed. “Come on guys, close your mouths. You’re drooling all over Pops floor and I don’t think he appreciates it.” she said, laughing.

Nope, he’s definitely not as bad as I thought.

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

the signs as things my french 2002/3 professor has done in the middle of class

pisces: was visibly upset when the entire class didn’t compliment him on his haircut, and then started bowing and thanking us when we all started complimenting it (after he demanded we do so)

aries: told us about homework due next class, and dramatically flipped the whiteboard over to reveal a very detailed, excellent drawing of a dragon swimming in a mountain lake with the words “Big Brother is Watching” written in a speech bubble, cackled, and dismissed class for the day

taurus: said that Justin Trudeau was sexy, then mentioned Emmanuel Macron was hot, and then was dramatically like, “What if….the two were in the same room? QUELLE BONHEUR! Quelle….BONER ;)” and all of us screamed

gemini: brought his 8 year old (bilingual) son to class and referred to him as Le Petit Monstre for the entirety of class, and in every class since then, and had to stop himself from saying “the world is fucked” in front of his kid

cancer: threw himself on the floor and curled up in the fetal position for no reason, laid there for roughly three minutes with us all staring at him, and then jumped up with a smile and said in a dead voice, “Everything’s fine! I’m fine! Tout ira bien!”

leo: told us on the first day of class “The University tells me I am in no way shape or form allowed to give you your finals early, according to academic policy.” Then dramatically gets up, launches his chair behind him, stomps across the room, slams the door shut (other profs look out of their classrooms in wonder at the noise) and then laughs and says, “But if you guys want to, you can take the final early, I won’t tell.” then rips the classroom door open again and starts the lesson

virgo: Said, “All my colleagues are like ‘hahahaha classes are done for the year, yay summer’ while I’m here suffering, like, what if I end classes tomorrow. What if we take the final in week 5 and then don’t have class for the next five weeks, sound good? Sounds damn good to me, ok, final tomorrow.” and then looked all depressed to the ground and said “Just kidding we can’t do that, I’d get fired.”

libra: dramatically collapsed in his chair, asked us the date, and suddenly sat up straight and said ‘Shit. Oh my god I forgot it’s my spouse’s birthday today.’ and then proceeded to solicit us for gift ideas and spent the entirety of class in a more distressed state of angst than before

scorpio: spilled coffee all over a student’s composition, shrugged, and threw it over his shoulder so all the papers went everywhere. casually shrugged and continued teaching class

sagittarius: threw the textbook on a table, textbook cover came off completely, book fell on the floor, all the while he stared after it and let out a heavy sigh

capricorn: looked up to the ceiling, palms together as if in prayer, after we all started meme-ing his pronunciation of “nous boirons” and asked for god to help him have the strength to make it through the rest of the day

aquarius: rolled his eyes at the class, approached the only empty table left in the room, and started having a conversation with his best and invisible students named Bill and Ted. He constantly says it’s Bill and George, Bill and Ned, etc

(Archie Andrews x Reader): You’re such a cliche

Summary: Archie and Reader (a cheerleader) develop feels and eventually a relationship, the only problem is that the reader doesn’t want it to get out.

A/N: (apologies for spelling and grammar) This is a different style from what I normally do so I hope you enjoy it :)

 It had all started after an away football game. (Y/N) had been sitting at the front of the bus like she usually did (she claimed she got carsick; she was really just trying to avoid most of the other cheerleaders so she could read in peace) and Archie sat down next to her.

“Is this seat taken?” Archie asked, causing (Y/N) to look up from her book.

“I guess not,” You mumbled, a little annoyed to be distracted since you were just getting wrapped up in the story.

“Sorry, there’s no other seats, otherwise I wouldn’t bother you, you seem pretty pulled into that book.” He explains, looking a bit nervous.

You take pity on him, “That’s okay, I just usually sit up here to take a break from the girls, I love them but sometimes they’re a little too much.” You admit.

Archie nods, “I totally get that, I have the same thing with a lot of the guys on the team, that’s why it helps to have good friends who aren’t only thinking about football.”

You shrug, not wanting to admit that you don’t really have any good friends, just the other cheerleaders.

“So what are you reading?” Archie asked.

And that’s how it all started. The two spent the whole ride back to Riverdale talking about everything from books to music to politics.

After that the two found each other more and more often, they started partnering up in the classes they shared and Archie made it a habit to always sit next to (Y/N) on the bus to and from away games. Any time anyone asked if they were dating they would both scoff and reject the idea, both convinced that the other one didn’t feel the same way.

You were at a party, you hated parties, the music was always too loud, it was too hot, and everyone around you was too drunk. Cheryl was hanging on to you, her arm around your shoulders, “Isn’t she so tacky?” She asked you, her words slurring together.

“Who?” You asked dumbly, realizing you’d zoned out of the conversation.

“Veronica, of course” Cheryl sighed, “God, you’re so stupid sometimes. Anyway, I think she’s probably had work done, I mean…”

You nodded along as Cheryl droned on, not noticing Archie standing nearby watching you.

Eventually you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and carefully pried Cheryl’s arm off of you. When you got up to the bathroom you stared at yourself in the mirror for a long time, wondering how you’d gotten yourself in this situation. After washing your face quickly you opened the door only to stumble into Archie.

“Oh, hey!” You say cheerfully, putting on the facade you’d perfected in recent years.

“Why do you act that way when you’re around the other cheerleaders?” He asked bluntly.

“What way?” You asked, playing dumb, even though you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“It’s like you’re a completely different person when you’re with me, I don’t get it.” He tells you.

“It’s just easier.” You respond, defensively crossing your arms over your chest, “It makes it easier to fit in.”

Archie sighed, “Yeah, you’re a cheerleader, but you’re also so much more than that. Don’t let people like Cheryl dumb you down.”

“I appreciate that Archie, I really do, but if I was myself around these people…I’d probably get kicked off the team.” You reply, “Now if you’ll excuse me,” You add before slipping past him and making your way back to your post next to Cheryl.

The next weekend was an away game. It was a brutal loss and Archie was unusually quiet on the bus ride home because of it.

“Hey, you played great tonight, you know that right?” You said softly.

“Thanks, (Y/N), but I still feel bad, I could have played better,” Archie replied. 

“Hey, I’m sure next weekend will be better,” You say as you gently and hesitantly intertwine your fingers with his own. Your brain tells you not to, that this is a bad idea and you’re slowly becoming everything you hate but another party of you can’t bear that you’re not touching him more.

“(Y/N)…” Archie mutters softly, looking down at your hands and then back up at your face.

“Is this okay?” You ask quietly.

“Yes,” He replies quickly.

You smile softly as you turn to look straight ahead again. 

They held hands the rest of the ride, neither one wanted to be the first one to let go. Once they got back to school and everyone started getting off (Y/N) quickly snatched her hand away before anyone could notice it.

“Can I walk you home?” Archie asked, surprising you. The two of you never spent time together outside of school and stuff for football, especially not alone. 

You smiled and nodded, “Sure.”

As they walked Archie reached for your hand again.

“So what are we?” Archie asked as you walked up to your porch.

“I don’t know,” You replied, turning to face him, “I’m turning into everything I used to make fun of, but I don’t hate it.”

“Well, do you want to date?” Archie asked.

“I think so,” You admitted, “Do you?”

“Of course, ever since I first sat next to you on the bus I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out.” He replied, blushing slightly.

“Then you should pick me up tomorrow night at seven,” You reply as you unlocked your door.

Their first date was at Pops, they were having a good time, talking about their families and how dysfunctional they are when some cheerleaders walked in and made their way over to where they were sitting.

“Oh my god! Are you guys on a date?” One of them asked excitedly.

“No,” You quickly replied, “We’re just hanging out,” You lied quickly and believably.

“Oh, sorry,” She replied awkwardly, “Well…we’ll leave you to it…” She said before the group walked away.

“Sorry about that,” You said, turning to Archie, “They’re just…”

“Why did you say we weren’t on a date?” He asked.

“They-There are these really dumb stereotypes, you know, the whole cheerleader and the football player cliche? I just, I can’t become that.”

“But isn’t that what we are?” 

“No! We’re more than that, we’re more complex, but that’s how those girls will see us, and I just can’t-”

“Do you want to be in a relationship with me?”

“I-yes.” You admit, “But we’re some fantasy straight out of the 1969s.”

“Why is that so bad? What we have is real, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” You reply again, “Archie, I want to be with you, but if we are, we can’t tell anyone, at least not the football team and cheerleading squad.”

“Are you ashamed at the thought of being with me?”

“No, I just wanted what we have to be just between us, it’s too special to taint with everyone else.”

And for two months they did just that, they went on dates, spent time together, did everything that couples do, the only difference was that they didn’t tell anyone one at school, or act in any slightly romantic way when they were around other kids.

Archie had a hard time keeping it from his close friends. Betty, Veronica, Kevin-and even Jughead-sometimes tried to set him up with people, but he just kept avoiding their ideas, claiming that he was too busy with music and football and work to have a girlfriend. None of them really bought it (I mean, it hadn’t stopped him before when he was with Grundy or Valerie) but they had a hard time figuring out why Archie would be so adamant about it. Kevin was the one who first brought up the fact that he was hiding a secret girlfriend but everyone else thought that was highly unlikely, they’d never seen him act more than friendly with anyone, and none of the girls he hung out with stood out more than others.

But, like all secrets, the truth came out eventually.

You and Archie were at Pops one Friday night, enjoying your tradition of splitting a hot fudge malt and a basket of fries when the ice queen herself, Cheryl, walked in.

“Well, well, well, what are you two doing here? Out on a date?” She asks as she saunters over.

“Cheryl, for the last time, we’re not dating, we’re just hanging out.” You reply with an eyeroll as you glance over at her.

“Well, you two do an awful lot of hanging out for two people claiming to just be friends.” She comments, “Every weekend someone finds the two of you here, just the two of you,”

“Cheryl, everyone hangs out here all the time, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m just saying that if you’re not dating Archie, you should give someone else a ride on the ginger stallion.” She replies suggestively as she gives Archie a meaningful glance, “What do you say Archie?”

“I um-” He stalls, glancing at you nervously.

“Oh come on Cheryl, just because Archie doesn’t want to make out with you doesn’t mean he’s dating someone,” You cutting, starting to feel a bit defensive.

“Well, that didn’t stop him last time.”

“What?” You ask, feeling completely thrown for a loop.

“At my family’s maple syrup tapping,” Cheryl replies.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter, that was before we were dating,” You reply before realizing what you just said and claiming your hand over your mouth and glancing at Archie with wide eyes.

“Ha! I knew it!” She shouts triumphantly, “Jesus Christ, you guys made that way harder than it needed to be. I can’t wait to tell everybody, this is so exciting.”

“Great…” You mutter as she walks away, already typing on her phone (presumably texting the group chat the ‘good news’), “Shit,” You mutter as you rub your hands over your face. From across the table Archie reaches over and grabs your hands away and holds them in his own. 

“Hey,” He says softly, “It’s going to be okay, we’ll figure out how to deal with this, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay with this.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” You ask, giving him a loving smile, “I guess now that the cats out of the bag we should just embrace it, you know? I was getting kind of tired of hiding it anyway.”

“Good, because I’ve been wanting you to wear my letter jacket for ages now, and I think Monday would be a great opportunity for you to debut that look.”

“You’re such a cliche.”

“You know you love it”

Little idea inspired by Brendon’s story about falling off his skateboard. Full credit to whoever this photo was posted by orginally <3 <3 dedicated to the amazing @lacyandbeebourie becayse I love her <3

I’m sorry it’s so long XD

Word count - 5781

A Couple Puffs Then We’re Done

I padded through the college into my lecture, I was about 20 minutes early so I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there yet. I winced at the stinging sensation on my leg under my jeans, why I had thought skinny jeans were a good idea after bailing off my board yesterday was beyond me, but it was me after all. To my surprise the lecture room wasn’t a ghostland and as luck would have it there were even some of my friends, I glanced over at Brendon, Ryan and Spencer sitting a little away from my friends, no doubt Ryan had followed Sophia here. Brendon smiled at me, we didn’t talk huge amounts but we had worked together on projects a few times, nevertheless he was still super hot, tattoos covering his left forearm and always wearing a tshirt with skinny jeans, almost black hair lazily flicked to one side with his hand. He was in a band and played a ton of instruments AND sang which just made him hotter quite honestly. I walked through to my friends and threw myself into a chair, groaning out when I scraped the raw skin on my leg.

“AH fuck!” I yelped slightly, my hands flying to my right thigh.

“Jesus what happened to you?” Sophia asked, turning her head to face me.

“I had a total wipe out on my board yesterday.” I laughed at my own stupidity, it was even doing a trick, literally doing an ollie down a step.

“Isn’t that in the sea?” Lola asked in typical airhead fashion.

“Skateboard Lo.” I sighed, giggling.

“What happened?” Sophia asked, laughing with me.

“I tried to ollie down a step and just failed miserable, I fell straight on my ass and it fucking hurt.” I laughed, never the one to hold back when explaining things.

“You’re an idiot.” She teased, giggling along with me, I heard the boys chatting behind us.

“You know I did pretty much the exact same thing last summer.” Brendon’s smooth voice rang out, I snapped my head around, he was grinning slightly.

“Really? I didn’t even know you board.” I turned to face him, that distinctive half smile, that I wish I didn’t love so much, was plastered all over his face.

“Yeah! I was skating across the road and tried to ollie up the sidewalk and just went flying forward, scraped my whole side up, I think I got a picture somewhere.” He shook his head as he told the story, his smile beaming at me, god he was too hot, one hand slipping up to run through his impossibly dark hair. “What board do you have anyway?”

“I got a Diamond Supply custom.” I grinned, picturing my gorgeous skateboard sitting in my dorm room.

“Nice! Mines an Alien Workshop. It’s beat up as fuck I need a new one. How did you get your hands on a custom aren’t they way expensive?”

“I got it for my 18th from my dad. It’s getting pretty beat up already.”

“I’ve literally never seen a Diamond Supply custom in person.”

“Oh my God, mine is gorgeous! I…” I hesitated for a split second, rethinking my plan to fuck with a guy with so much of a reputation. “I mean, I can show you mine, you can fuck about with it tomorrow or something.”

“Seriously? Awesome, it’s a date!” He chimed, grinning the biggest smile ever at me, the girls giggled a little. “Although… please expect me to be bugging you about this like tomorrow, because I really like those boards.” We sat and nattered a little more about skating and different boards before our professor came in and we had to be quiet. The rest of the class I kept feeling Brendon’s eyes on me, turning occasionally to see his head snap away, turning to face the front again, his focus on his notebook was adorable, lip pulled between his teeth and brows scrunching up occasionally. I wasn’t paying attention much. As we finished I shoved my books back in my bag, standing and trailing after the girls, we were about to head to get some food when a voice disturbed us.

“Hey Y/N!” Brendon yelled, running up to me, the girls were giggling already, I turned to face him, returning the smile he shot at me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well… umm seeing as we don’t have many of the same classes and might not see each other til’ next week, I was gonna ask if umm… well… could I have your number?” He stuttered slightly, grinning nonetheless, I heard whispering from behind me but opted to ignore it.

“Yeah sure, pass your phone.” He did so without hesitation, thrusting his phone into my hands. “It's… umm it’s locked.”

“Oh shit yeah…” He leaned in. “8274” He whispered, I raised an eyebrow, tapping in the digits, his phone unlocked.

“You didn’t have to tell me. You literally could have done it yourself.”

“eh… I don’t mind you knowing my password. Don’t tell anyone though. Private stuff.” He said, his tone teasing and did he just wink at me? I tapped my number into his phone and called myself so I knew his too, he took his phone back triumphantly, grinning. “Thanks… I’ll text you later, maybe we can plan something.” He grinned, pulling me into a quick hug before sauntering away.

“Someone’s popular.” Sophia giggled along with Lola, both of them staring.

“Oh shut up.”

It was late afternoon when my phone buzzed for the first time, the name Brendon popping up on screen.

Brendon: Hi…

I smiled at the awkward as hell message, typing one back, hesitating before I pressed send, the following conversation was actually pretty cute… I think.

Me: Hey, couldn’t wait to speak to me again? ;)

It took precisely 30 seconds for it to buzz again.

Brendon: I was actually here to ask for nudes, why else would I want your number? :D

I laughed at his response, typing my own one out.

Me: Creeeeeep. That line work for you before? :P

Brendon: Oh don’t flatter yourself. I meant of your board ;) *nervous laughter*

Me: Suuuuuure.

Brendon: That a no?

Me: Shut up!

Brendon: Gotta run, band practise. Talk later?

Me: I’m free all night :)

Brendon: OK… text you later :*

I looked back to my laptop when the phone buzzed again.

Brendon: By the way, add me on Snapchat :* patdBrendon x

Did he send me a kiss? I added him anyway, he didn’t accept right away but I knew he was with the band so I didn’t sweat it. I kept working on my music theory stuff, a notebook to the side of me as I jotted things down. I spent a good couple of hours working before I was disturbed by the girls coming busting in the room, all dressed up and ready to go out, there was a party but I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to go.

“Hey studious Sally, coming out?” Sophia asked, giggling as she tugged at her dress, she looked pretty but so typically girly.

“I should work really. Plus it’s not really my scene.” I tried to talk her into leaving me alone, but it failed.

“Oh come on, Ryan and Spencer will be there.” Lola squealed, the both had a thing with those two.

“And that benefits me how?” I asked, turning back to my notebook and finishing off my sentence.

“Because Brendon will be with them.” Sophia teased me, I shook my head. “Oh come on! It’s just one night to have some fun!” I knew she would keep going on if I didn’t agree so I gave in.

“OK fine! Give me half hour to yet ready.” They giggled excitedly, hopping around like 5 year olds. “And don’t even try to get me to wear a dress.” They left me be finally, leaving to go do whatever other useless pre party rituals they wanted. I stood in front of my mirror, my hair had been plaited all day so I opted for the easy option of taking it out, leaving it wavy around my shoulders, I put some smokey eyeshadow on and mascara and my favourite dark red lipstick, satisfied with my head I decided to go look through my wardrobe. I opted for black, ripped skinny jeans and a cropped tank top, throwing on my beat up old converse and my sweater over the top, it was a nice sweater so I was sure I could get away with it. I actually felt like I looked pretty cute so decided to show off a little, opening Snapchat on my phone, I lifted the phone up a little to show the whole outfit, smiling into the camera, writing “Being forced to go out XD” under it. I posted it on my story and within a few minutes I got a text from Brendon again.

Brendon: What party are you being forced to go to? ;)

Me: I don’t even know who’s party is it… I got nagged into it.

Brendon: Well as luck would have it I’m also being forced to go to a party :P

Me: Might not even be the same one…

Brendon: I hope it is ;)

I decided to leave it at that, I didn’t want to make myself seen desperate or needy, play it cool Y/N, play it cool. Funnily enough I got another message from him, this time on Snapchat, he was wearing a dark shirt and snapback, a smile plastered across his face. “Nice outfit though…” it read. I smirked slightly at the snap, did he just say I looked good? I started to get an all too familiar feeling of anxiety that I was reading this whole situation wrong, I mean he had a reputation as a bit of a womaniser and I was starting to worry I was just his next quest. I tried to swallow down my nervous feelings and finish getting ready, skipping the jacket because I knew how warm it was tonight. The girls came bursting back through the door, both eyeing me.

“Ok not gonna lie, you might not be wearing a dress but you look hot!” Lola giggled, looking me up and down.

“Agreed, and your makeup is smoking.” Sophie added on the end, they both had their purses and were ready to go.

“Jesus do I have girlfriends or pervy guy friends here?!” I grabbed my back, slinging it over my shoulder. “Can we get this damn party over with?” With that I was dragged away, lead to some frat house on campus, jesus this would be annoying.

The party was a typical college party, tonnes of drunk jocks trying to get into the sorority girls pants, it was times like this when I regretted being such a quiet person in college, at least if I spoke to more people I wouldn’t be such a loner at parties. Some drooling jock came stumbling over to me, leaning his arm on the wall above me, he stunk of beer and cologne, not a good combination.

“You’re that skater girl, into all the metal music and weird shit right?” He slurred out, his breath was disgusting and made me feel pretty nauseous actually.

“Umm yeah I guess.” I sighed, taking a sip of my drink, he was wearing the college football team jersey, why you would wear it to a party I don’t know.

“It’s pretty hot, all that emo shit.” He slurred again, wow this was probably the most offensive pick up I’d ever experienced.

“Oh really, well the dumb jock look isn’t, so go find some other girl to hit on.” I snapped slightly, slipping out from under his arm and heading away, to my surprise, Brendon was standing in front of me, head tilted to the side with a broad smile, he looked so good tonight, his jeans fitted him in the best way and his dark tshirt sitting under a black leather jacket, I noticed the absence of the snapback though.

“Lose your hat?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“Eh, it didn’t go with the jacket.” He shrugged, eyes moving to the jock that had been speaking to me 30 seconds ago. “You look about as happy to be here as me.”

“Just got told that ‘all the emo shit’ is pretty hot by some drooling chimp.” I giggled slightly, Brendon gently pulled me to the side to someone could get past me, the small contact felt nice. “So all in all a pretty good night.” He scoffed with laughter.

“Ah damn, I knew jocks were your type.” He leant on a table next to us, flicking his hair from his face effortlessly.

“Oh please, there’s only about 20 brain cells on that whole team and 10 of them are in the captain.” I sassed, putting the empty cup in my hand down.

“Ouch, I felt that burn from here, you want another drink?” He smiled sweetly, his eyes seeming to cost up and down me.

“Nah its cool, I wasn’t planning to stay much longer anyway.” I shook my head, returning the smile he gave me, with that Lola and Sophia come over, hanging off of Spencer and Ryan’s arms respectively. Music began blaring and I couldn’t hear myself think, I heard Lola shouting at Brendon and I to come and dance, as much as I tried to avoid it even Brendon was trying to convince me.

“Ah come on… just a few songs?” He pouted at me, smiling brightly when I relented and allowed myself to be lead onto the dancefloor. We all danced together, singing along to the music, it was fun for about 20 minutes then the novelty of dancing with the guy I liked had worn off. Brendon pulled me close as them music played and I felt my heart beginning to race, pounding in my chest as his lips leant close to my ear.

“Wanna blow this place? I’m bored outta my mind!” He yelled over the music, I nodded, letting him lead me out the party. “Don’t you need to let your friends know where you’re going?”

“Nah, they’re too busy with Spencer and Ryan, I’ll text them.” I shook my head, Brendon and I walked aimlessly for a while before he spoke.

“Wanna go pick up our boards? I got some weed at mine we could have a smoke and skate?” He smiled, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Smoke weed on campus?” I heard the shock in my own voice, cringing a little.

“Calm down goody two shoes, my place is off campus, we could pick up your board then walk to mine, then maybe we could go for a skate?” He smiled sweetly, the idea sounded amazing, it wasn’t so late and the sun was going to set soon, it was warm and breezy so I wouldn’t get too hot.

“You know… that sounds like an awesome idea.” I smiled, we walked to mine, Brendon spent about ten minutes in my room just gushing over my skateboard before I finally managed to drag him out to go to his place. He walked and I used my board, even though I let him have a few turns on it, we headed over to his place, he let me in and lead me to his bedroom.

“Want me to roll a few blunts before we go? So we don’t have to keep coming back or rolling while we’re out?” He sat down, pulling out a small box with all of his stuff in.

“It’s ok, I’ll only have a little. Don’t wanna steal all your weed.” I tried to argue but he shook his head.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll roll and few and you can smoke as much as you want.” He did as he said, rolling a few blunts and putting them in a small silver tin, throwing that in the pocket of his leather jacket, he lead me outside, grabbing his own board as we left, he grabbed keys and his wallet. “It sucks that that you know how to skate.” He grinned at me, I tilted my head to the side, confused by the comment.

“What… why?” I was totally puzzled by it.

“Because… teaching you how to skate would have been a really good way to get close to you.” He flashed a cheesy grin, both of us cracking up into giggles, after he giggled be pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes flitting up and down over me again.

“Well looks like you’ll have to be more inventive then.” I challenged, still wasn’t sure about this but I was all up for having fun tonight.

“Well aren’t you lucky I like a challenge.”

As we were skating around near his place we took the odd video of each other, I posted a few of Brendon skating on snapchat as well as a few selfies, he took a few videos of us both smoking and skating, playing some music off of my phone. Time completely flew by, the sun was setting fast and we were both pretty stoned skating around, laughing and joking on his snapchat and my own. I stopped and slid my sweater off, feeling the heat bubbling on my skin from skating, throwing it on the grass I was left in my cropped tank top, strappy and sitting just above my naval. I felt Brendon’s eyes on me, flitting up and down my body slowly, it was actually kind of hot feeling like he might actually be attracted to me. His jacket was already on the ground, he stopped, running a hand casually through his hair, flopping on the ground to light a blunt. I sat next to him, glad to be taking a breather for a minute, flopping back on the grass, smoking a little before he headed up to skate some more, smiling at me as he messed around. While he was skating again I looked at his Snapchat, he had taken several videos and pictures and posted them, one was of us both boarding, one picture of us sitting smoking a joint. I looked at the next video and it was me skating with the words “she’s perfect” and a heart sticker on it, I felt myself blush a little, the next picture was us on the grass with “beats a party anyday” written on it. The last few pictures and videos on his story were what got me. One was a picture of me, sweater off midway through an ollie, it was a pretty good picture actually but it was the caption that got me. “Lucky to be with her tonight” and more hearts followed, the final video was us skating and laughing. “A night well spent.” I was blushing so hard by the end of the story, he came skating over, plopping back down next to me on the grass. I took out my phone, holding it out in front of us and pressing a kiss to his cheek, snapping the picture, captioning it “He’s adorable” I plastered the end of it with hearts.

“So tell me more about yourself Urie.” I teased as we lay in the grass, taking an pull of the blunt he had given me.

“There’s not much to know.” He smiled, looking up at the sky.

“Liar… there’s tonnes to know, you just don’t trust anyone enough to tell them.” I smiled and got one back, his eyebrows arched slightly at me.

“Wow… beautiful and intelligent, have I fallen on my feet here?” He flashed another gorgeous smile and I giggled, feeling myself flushing pink, he took a pull on his own joint.

“Oh stop teasing and open up will ya?” I laughed, even though I actually wanted him to, he knew tonnes about me.

“Well, what do ya want to know?”

“Anything you want to tell me.”

“Well… I’m from Vegas, a small town called Summerville, I used to be Mormon, I’m an Aries, I love music more than anything, I play drums, piano, guitar, bass and I sing and mix music for the band too.” He smiled, touching my cheek, I felt my head lean into his touch. “How’s that?”

“Umm good…” I smiled, trying to think of things to keep the conversation going. “So… how did you find moving to college?”

“You know it was pretty easy, I moved out when I was 17 so it wasn’t really any different for me.” I stared at him in shock, I had no idea about any of this.

“What do you mean you moved out at 17?” I asked, interested but trying not to pry.

“Well, when I told my parents I didn’t believe in god, things got pretty sucky for a while, a lot of arguments, so I moved out.”

“But how did you afford that?”

“I worked in a smoothie shop while I was in high school, I only had like 2 lessons a day and would be out by half 10 so I used to work like 8 hours.”

“You must have been exhausted most of the time.”

“Well yeah, but it was worth it, I got into college AND I the band is doing great.” He smiled sweetly, both of us were probably just high and talking shit but it was nice anyway.


“Yeah, we have a meeting with Pete Wentz next month!” He gushed, turning to face me. We continued to talk, getting to know small things about each other that maybe we wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for tonight, how his favourite colour is red and he loves Frank Sinatra, and his hopes and dreams for the band. It felt surreal, yet it was such an intimate conversation, laying and smoking on the grass, I told him about my family and how I wish they’d support my interests a little more, he asked me endless questions about my interests and told me all about his family and his life. All of a sudden I felt like I could tell him anything, like he was the most trustworthy person in my life. “You… you don’t have to keep telling me stuff just because I asked.” I smiled, I felt his hand touch mine, holding it gently, his smile equally as sweet as he looked at me.

“I’m telling you because I want to. Not because you made me.” He gently stroked my fingers, shifting a little closer to me, he blew the last draw of his blunt out, throwing it away, we went silent, looking at each other, before I could say another word he kissed me, slow and gentle, fingers lacing in with mine, hand pulling me in by the waist. His lips began to move against mine in slow, methodical movements, tongue brushing my lip gently, I eagerly parted my lips allowing his tongue to move against my own. His hand tangled into my hair, pulling my body close, I whimpered against him, he was such a good kisser, it was making my mind turn to mush, I found myself gripping onto his arms and moaning like a 15 having their first kiss. He pulled back, gasping slightly, his eyes fiery and black, breathing heavy as his arms held me clothes.

“My place?” He mumbled, biting his lip as he pressed another kiss to my lips.

“Yes…” I whimpered, feeling him act quickly, he stood and yanked me up, grabbing our stuff before we both skated home, he kept hold of my hand and somehow we managed not to fall off our boards, getting in we both threw them down near the door, he kicked his shoes off and I followed suit, following him up to his room.

Once in his room he moved over to his dresser, taking his shirt off and throwing it on his computer chair, he turned back to me.

“C’mere gorgeous.” He purred, pulling me against him, his lips pressing softly against my own, his hands sliding onto my waist, touching the skin left bare by my cropped top, his fingers curled on the hem pulling it up over my head, throwing it to the ground. “God you’re so sexy.” He practically moaned out, biting his lip at me, handing gliding over my stomach and back, fingertips stroking my skin, I heard myself moan out softly, allowing my own nervous hands to move onto his chest. He closed his eyes as my hands stroked his skin, his lips crashed down on mine, gripping me tightly against his body, the burning skin of his chest pressing against my own flushed pink flesh. He began to guide me over to the bed, working at the button on my jeans.

“They’ll be home soon.” I whispered, Brendon smirked, biting his lip.

“I know… good I got a lock right.” He winked, sauntering over to his bedroom door and pressing the lock in. “Now… lie down.” He teased, his voice low and husky, hands winding around my waist as he lowered me onto his bed, lips moving onto my neck, pressing light kisses all over the sensitive skin, I felt his teeth grazing my flesh, I whimpered as my back arched towards him. He unzipped my jeans, yanking them down my legs and tossing them to the side, unhooking my bra too, his lips moved down to my chest, kissing all over my breasts, tongue swirling against the skin, I whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder blades desperately.

“Brendon…” I gasped, writhing, his hand slid into my panties as his lips worked my flesh, biting down again, his fingers circling on my clit, he groaned as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, they were left undone. He withdrew his hand from my panties, much to my annoyance, he kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers on top of me, hand back in my panties, touching my clit again, sending shudders of pleasure through me, I felt him hard against my leg, grinding into me slightly.

“Fuck Y/N…” He growled slightly, his breathing rapid and desperate.

“Come on…” I panted desperately, I needed more and he knew it, he groaned and nodded at me, pulling my panties down tossing them somewhere, he wriggled out of his boxers, I felt his bare skin against me, the heat coming from both of us was unbearable, I pressed my hips up towards him, desperate for more contact.

“Someone’s impatient.” He said biting his lip at me, the way he looked at me was driving me crazy, his lip pulled sexily between his teeth, hips grinding down against me, I whimpered again, his hand slipped in between us, he rubbed his cock against me. “So wet.” He growled out, his hips rocking slowly.

“Please Bren…” I whimpered, gripping onto him, he chuckled low in his throat, my hips rocked against his, he groaned out again. “Come on… I need you.” I whimpered, hearing my own voice breathy and desperate.

“Fuck this.” He growled, his hips snapped sharply against me, pushing into me hard, I gasped out, his hips began to snap against me, jolting me up on the bed, his hand gripping the sheets hard, pulling them next to my head. I heard myself moaning and whimpering on the bed under him as his body moved above me, face screwed up in pleasure, his own panting and moaning turning me on even more, I knew how much he was enjoying this, it made it better for me. He growled slightly, leaning up almost upright as his hips slammed into me, the low rumbling sound coming from in his chest driving me insane, I felt him hitting that perfect spot over and over again. It played in the back of my mind that the reason he was so good at this was because of his reputation and how much he’d done it before, but the though was quickly stamped out by the mind numbing pleasure he was giving me. He just grunted and groaned above me, throwing his head back in pleasure, his sexy, tattooed arm coming up to my neck, hand wrapping gently around my throat, holding it in his fingers, squeezing ever so slightly when I moaned out. He looked at me with a new intensity, his eyes burning, like he couldn’t get enough of me, it made me feel so sexy, like no one had made him feel like this before.

My brain began to fog over as an unfamiliar tightening in my stomach began to build up, I had literally only been able to cum before if it was me doing it, so the fact that Brendon had almost nailed it first time drove me crazy. His hand remained around my throat, the other gripping the sheets next to me, I hadn’t really tried rougher sex but it was so hot I couldn’t care less if it was new to me. He released my throat, instead opting to grip onto my wrists, pinning them up above my head as his mouth moved to my neck, biting down harder than before, I felt the slight suction on the skin, knowing he’d leave a dark red mark there.

“Fuck Brendon.” I gasped out, the pain was amazing, along with the pleasure of his hips slamming into me over and over, his pace was relentless, it was like it didn’t faze him at all. He smirked down, letting out another impossibly sexy moan, using only one hand to pin my wrists, the other now gripping tightly onto my hip.

“Ugh Y/N… you feel so fucking tight.” He growled out, low and husky, the tone sent shivers down my spine, I felt the slight sting of his fingers, gripping my hip possessively, I could already tell he wasn’t the type for sharing, the way his body loomed over mine, hands gripping me. His dark hair began to cling to his sweaty forehead, his head thrown back, mouth falling open as he grunted with each thrust, the bed beginning to slam against the wall loudly.

“I… I’m c-close.” I gasped, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening more, like I was about to snap, my mind growing hazy, all I could think of was his name and his body and the way he made me feel, nothing else mattered at that moment. He seemed to gain a second wind hearing me say that, his hips slamming into me with new found ferocity, growling and groaning over the top of me, released my wrists which instantly flew up to his back, gripping it tightly, I felt my nails raking down his flesh which only seemed to drive him even more crazy. He hooked my leg under his arm, allowing him deeper, his free hand tangled in my air, gripping a fistful and pulling it lightly, forcing my back to arch against him, he used to opportunity to attack my neck again, biting and sucking all over. “B-bren, I… can’t hold on much longer.” I whimpered desperately, the stings and aches of pain he was giving me drove me insane, a perfect contrast to how amazing I felt every else.

“Me too baby… I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He snarled, pulling my hair again sharply, I felt his thrusts growing sloppier and harder, he leant down close to my ear, biting just underneath it. “Cum for me.” He groaned, I came undone at his words, cumming hard around him, feeling myself tightening around him, gripping his back tight, he kept his tight grip on my body, his head bowed into the crook of my neck.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, loud and desperate, I was so glad they hadn’t come back yet, my body felt like it was fluttering, shaking and weak, suddenly he gave one last burst of hard thrusts before slowing.

“Oh fuck Y/N.” He tensed right up above me, throwing his head back, mouth open as he throbbed, hitting his peak just after me, groaned out, his own breath shaky and staggered in my ear.

He flopped down next to me, breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin as he leant back.

“Wow…” He panted slightly, taking a swig of the drink next to his bed. “That was amazing.”

“I know…” I gasped out, suddenly feeling that anxiety about it coming back. “Just so you know, I’m really not the type to do this.” I mumbled, he laughed in a low breathy tone.

“Stop thinking I’m judging you for any of this.” He smiled, pulling me a little closer to him, his million dollar smile beaming at me.

“I just… I don’t want to give you the wrong idea about me.” I sighed, allowing myself to be pulled closer to the dark haired boy.

“Well you know… I was kinda hoping that this could happen more often?” He smiled, he brushed my hair out of my face, sweat causing it to stick slightly, I raised an eyebrow, panicking that all my worries had just been confirmed. “No! I don’t just mean that, I mean tonight, me and you.”

“Me and you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as he lay next to me slightly breathless.

“You know, getting stoned and skating just the two of us, having lunch together all the time, holding hands, cuddling and watching movies. You know, all that stuff that makes single people cringe.” He smiled sincerely, cuddling up to me.

“But… why… I’m hardly your usual type.” I tried to hide the concern in my voice, he kissed my forehead gently, pulling me close to him on the bed.

“Listen… if you think you’re not damn perfect then you’re stupid. You skate, you’re beautiful, intelligent, witty, you love music and you smoke, and you’re happy to just chill. I’ve liked you for ages but tonight I finally got the chance to really speak to you and get to know you, and you’re every bit as amazing as I thought, more even.” I blushed bright red, feeling him pull the covers over us, nuzzling his face into my hair.

“I really like you Bren… I’m just scared.” I mumbled into his chest, us snuggling up together in bed felt great.

“I know… but I swear, I won’t hurt you, I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t fuck up something so amazing. I really like you too.” He smiled, we heard Ryan and Sophia giggling downstairs, they’d just come in, Brendon chuckled. “We should probably try to get to sleep before they start making noise.”

“Ok…” I mumbled again, nuzzling into his chest. “Night Brendon.”

“Night babe.”

I really hope you like it guys <3


In honor of Eric R. Bittle’s birthday, here’s a little birthday ficlet.  Happy birthday, sweet Bitty! And thank you to @ngoziu for creating this amazing character.  Summary: Jack makes the decision to take Bitty to every Michelin-starred restaurant he can. Bitty had given him everything, so it seemed only fair to Jack to give him the entire world in return. Also on AO3

It started out as a fun, one-time idea to surprise Bitty with. The Falconers were playing the Blackhawks, and then had a few days off. Bitty fell in love with Chicago from his first visit there, so Jack had Bitty join him for that particular roadie.

“I have a surprise for you, Bits,” Jack said as he saddled up next to Bitty while he admired the view from their suite in the Peninsula.

“Oh? And what would that be, you charmer?”

“Dinner at Alinea tomorrow, along with a tour of the kitchen with Grant Achatz.”

Bitty’s eyes grew so wide, it was almost comical. It was adorable, and Jack wanted to eat him up.

“You… what?”

“We have dinner reservations at Alinea tomorrow. And you have a tour with Grant Achatz.”

“Oh my god!” Bitty shouted as he began to jump up and down. “Are you freaking serious, Jack‽”

Jack laughed, in love with Bitty’s happiness.

“Yes, I am freaking serious.”

“You shouldn’t have, sweetheart. Lord, that must have cost you a pretty penny!”

Jack frowned, “Well, that’s not important.”

It wasn’t – when it came to Bitty, Jack was willing to do any and everything. He was worth every pretty penny.

And as the two sat through their eighteen course meal at Alinea, (And Jack didn’t get most of it; not really. Jack thought that molecular gastronomy, or whatever, was mostly all show and no filler. He was already looking forward to the Chicago dog he’d eat afterward because he could tell he was still going to be hungry.) Jack could not take his eyes off Bitty.

How thrilled Bitty was with every course. How large his eyes became with every plate set in front of him. How he studied each dish, delicately smelling everything before popping it into his mouth, savoring each taste with a smile. Bitty was transported by the food placed before him, and Jack could watch this go on forever. Jack was lost in Bitty’s pure unadulterated joy, and loved every second of it.

After dinner, when they got a tour of the back of the house and Bitty was eagerly chatting with Chef Achatz, Jack made the decision right then and there that he’d take Bitty to every Michelin-starred restaurant he could. Bitty had given him everything, so it seemed only fair to Jack to give him the entire world in return. And so it was, that their Michelin adventure began.

When they played against the Caps, Jack took Bitty to Minibar by José Andrés. When it was time to face the Rangers, Bitty faced Éric Ripert at Le Bernardin (Ripert who became charmed by Bitty’s bad but earnest French, invited him back anytime for a chat.) Another Hawks game meant a meal at Grace.

Soon it became more than just hockey cities. Jack took Bitty to Michelin-starred restaurants all over the country: The French Laundry, Quince, The Restaurant at Meadowood. Then all over the world: Paris Plaza, Maison Lameloise, Lasarte. The Michelin app was installed on Jack’s phone; a well-marked map sat in his planner. And at each place Jack was mesmerized watching Bitty.

As Bitty’s birthday approached, Jack had some ideas floating around. Where would Bitty have the best time? What meals would impress him the most? This was very important to Jack you see, for Bitty should always have the best.

And as they relaxed on their couch in Providence, Jack’s head in Bitty’s lap while Bitty stroked his hair, Jack asked what he would like.

“Your birthday is coming up, Bits.”

“Yes it is, Mister.”

“I was thinking maybe Spain again? Or Il Gallo d'Oro in Madeira. We’ve never been to Portugal.”

“I was thinking… something else?”

Jack looked up, “Anything you want. You name it.”

“You know I love traveling with you, and I adore all the wonderful places you’ve taken me…”

“I’m glad, Bits,” Jack said feeling a happy warmth spread throughout his chest.

“But I was thinking this year, since I’m turning 30 – I’d like something really special.”

“What, my lapin?”

“I want to spend the weekend in bed, watching old movies and eating cheese and crackers, with you.”

Jack sat up and furrowed his brow. “Is that really what you want?”

Bitty smiled and nodded.

“We can go anywhere,” Jack said. “Anywhere at all.”

“I know, but what I want is to be in our home, in our bed – just the two of us – in our own little bubble. Drinking wine, eating pie, away from everyone else. That’s what I want.”

Jack smiled.

“You sure?”

“Honey, I don’t need anything else but you. Just you. All to myself.”

“Then that’s what you’ll have, Bits.”

“Good,” Bitty said with a smile.

And so Bitty’s birthday was spent in their bed, eating a variety of cheeses, drinking lots of wine, feeding each other apple slices, and demolishing two peach pies; kissing and loving one another in between bites of food and peals of laughter.

And Bitty declared their bedroom, “…the most Michelin-y of all the Michelin-starred places.”

Jack smiled and agreed, as he looked at Bitty with stars in his eyes.

Loded Crush | Rodrick Heffley X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. 

Characters: Rodrick/fem!reader, Greg.

(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name” /(L/B/N) stand for “Little brother’s name”/(B/N) stand for “Boy’s name”.

Word Count: 2115 words.

Being a teenager seems good when you are a child. The movies teach that a teenager’s life is full of adventure and fun. But that’s not quite the way things really are. Well, some young people might even be that way. But it definitely was not like that for (Y/N).

The girl was just a normal teenager. She had a few friends, siblings and plenty of time available, but nothing good to do with it. Her routine was to study, pick up her younger brother at school and then go to her best friend’s house, (B/F/N), where they would just lie on bed until it was time for (Y/N) to leave. Nothing more, nothing less.

And in fact, she liked it a lot. She could not see herself surviving a life full of adventures, although a change in routine seemed like a good idea. She was kind of pleased with her life, though earlier that year she didn’t seem so happy, since she had just moved to that city at the time.

(Y/N) thought she wouldn’t make friends there. Or that it would all turn into a nightmare in that place. And she was very surprised when she saw that she was wrong, especially after meeting (B/F/N). She had basically everything she needed there, and thinking about it, she let out a smile.

(Y/N) woke up from her thoughts when she saw her brother going toward the car. The boy sat in the passenger seat, saying hello to his sister. He had a smile on his face, though he looked exhausted after class.

“Tired, huh?” she asked, which made the boy nod. “Wait till you get to high school.”

(L/B/N) sank on the car seat, letting out a groan, causing her to laugh. Suddenly a voice calling out his name was heard. A boy of her brother’s age was walking down the school ladder, stopping by the side of the car and gesturing for (L/B/N) to lower the window. Her brother leaned over to hear what the other was talking. (L/B/N)’s friend discreetly looked at her as he said whatever he was saying in her brother’s ear.

“I’ll try.” (L/B/N) replied, causing the other to send him a desperate look, but then nod before waving at her and running back into the school.

“What was this all about?” she asked, starting to drive.

“Nothing.” he shrugged, but his expression showing that he was obviously hiding something.

(Y/N) nodded, turning on the radio so there would be some noise during the ride home. (L/B/N) occasionally glanced at her, turning forward when he was caught. Until finally, when they were arriving at their destination, he turned to her.

“Are you going to do something tomorrow night?”

The girl smiled discreetly, feeling  satisfied that he was going to tell her what that boy had told him.

“Nope.” she glanced at him. “Why?”

(L/B/N) seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing.

“That boy was Greg, we’re friends.” he paused for a second. “Well, we’re kind of friends, but whatever.”

“OK.” (Y/N) nodded. “Keep going.”

“I think you might know his brother, Rodrick.”



Rodrick Heffley. Of course she knew Rodrick Heffley. They started to study together at the beginning of the year, and almost every time they saw each other he would told her a pick-up line. A horrible pick-up line, which she would just laugh of and walk away. They had been in it for almost a year now, and she thought that after all this time he would have given up. Wrong.

“What about Rodrick?” She asked, taking a little interest in the subject.

“Do you know he has a band?”

(Y/N) let out a mocking laugh. It was almost impossible not to know about Loded Diper. At least for her, since he often mentioned his band when he tried to impress her.

“Yes, I know.”

“It looks like there’s going to be some kind of garage band competition tomorrow night and they’ll be there. So Rodrick told Greg to tell me to tell you to go see their performance.” (L/B/N) chuckled. "I think he blackmailed Greg.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, laughing a little herself until they reached their house. When (L/B/N) got out of the car he turned to her again.

“I think you should go.” he closed the door. “He’d be glad to see you there.”

He’d be glad to see you there.

Those words stuck in her head as she drove to her best friend’s house. And she kept thinking about it even after she had arrived, talking about it with the other girl.

“You’re not really thinking about going there, are you?” (B/F/N) asked, throwing herself into her own bed.

“It’s just… I don’t know… Why not?” (Y/N) lay on her friend’s stomach, feeling her head being lifted and lowered while (B/F/N) was breathing.

“I never thought he was your type. I thought you laughed at his pick-up lines for pity and not because you liked it.”

(Y/N) stopped for a second to think about it. She had seen Rodrick hitting on other girls, they always looked at him with a face of disgust and went away. But when he was hit on her, she laughed. Was that the reason he had never stopped trying to conquer her? Because he thought she laughed because she liked his pick-up lines? Stopping to think, she liked it a little. She liked the attention she received from him. He was cute. And he was interested in her.

“Oh my God, I have a crush on Rodrick Heffley.”

(B/F/N) started to laugh, making (Y/N)’s head shake. “You got into such a deep thought, I should have recorded.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, sitting up on the bed.

“I’ll go there tomorrow night.” she said decided. (B/F/N) sat down lazily.

“Good luck.”

“You have nothing to do tomorrow, right? Good.” (Y/N) got out of bed, out the door, not waiting for her friend to get up to accompany her. “You are coming with me.”

And although (B/F/N) complained and tried to change her friend’s mind, she ended up going along with (Y/N). When the sun began to set the next day, the two of them left in the car to find out where the contest would be. For a moment they thought they wouldn’t made it, since no one seemed to know where it was, not even (L/B/N). Until they saw a poster thrown in the street with the information. Damn lucky.

(Y/N) and (B/F/N) arrived at the place, it was just a small outdoor wooden stage, but the place was crowded. Most of the people who were there were part of the bands, and the rest … Well, the rest should be friends and family who were dragged there.

In the crowd, the girl found a familiar face. It wasn’t Rodrick, it was (B/N), one of her friends. When the boy seemed to recognize her, a smile also appeared on his face before moving toward her.

“Yo (Y/N), (B/F/N).” he hugged them both. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to see (Y/N)’s boyfriend.” (B/F/N) replied, taking a slap from her friend.

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked.

“My cousin has a band, the drummer got sick, I came to help.” he shrugged, looking directly at (Y/N). “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“It’s because I don’t.” the girl sent a deadly look to (B/F/N), who just laughed. “Good luck then.”

“I’ll probably need it.” he glanced at the two girls with a smile on his face. “I’ll have to watch out for your little boyfriend’s band, right?”

And then he left, while (Y/N) felt her cheeks heat up, which made (B/F/N) start laughing loudly, which caught some people’s attention.

“He’s going to tease me for the rest of my life.” the girl threw her head back in frustration. “Thank you, (B/F/N).”

“Aw, don’t be mad at me.” she replied, taking the girl’s hand and beginning to pull her closer to the stage. “Come on, let’s try to stay ahead.”

It was not that difficult to get to the front of the stage, since most people seemed to prefer to stay in the background. The two girls thought there should be some reason why no one was so close, so they stayed with the people in the front row at a safe distance.

With the beginning of the presentations, the only thing that (Y/N) could think about was how many garage bands existed in that region. Some of them had cool songs, but some were just awful. (B/N)’s band (or, well, (B/N)’s cousin) came on stage, and she had to admit, they were awesome. She never knew (B/N) could play drums, not so well. And he seemed to be having so much fun doing it. (B/F/N) let out a few discreet squeals every time (B/N) looked at them and winked.

“I guess I’m not the only one who has a boyfriend playing here today.” (Y/N) said with a laugh, this time taking a slap from (B/F/N), who shook her head to the rhythm of the song with a smile on her face.

Shortly after (B/N)’s presentation, Rodrick came with his band. Coincidence or not, he was also the drummer, which made (B/F/N) give her a sly look. He wore a shirt with his band’s logo and eyeliner around his eyes. Rodrick, after setting everything up, began to stare into the audience, his eyes searching for someone. And then stopping when he saw (Y/N). He gave her a big smile, which made her smile back.

“You guys are adorable.” (B/F/N) murmured in her ear.

(Y/N) just kept smiling, ignoring her friend. But the smile disappeared as they began to play their music. Well, the rhythm wasn’t so bad, it was… Well… Dancing? But the lyrics, dear God. The girl started to feel bad about the Heffley boy when she realized how much people had cheered and screamed during (B/N)’s performance, and how now people were quiet and none seemed to like the song.

So she started clapping her hands and shouting words of encouragement to the boys, especially Rodrick. He didn’t even seem to notice how people seemed to be hating their music because she was cheering for him, and that seemed to be a good thing.

With the motivation she was sending, he started to play even louder, which made her wince before continuing. (B/F/N) also started clapping her hands, trying to keep her friend from embarrassing herself, which didn’t seem to be working since everyone looked at them like they were crazy.

At the end of the performance, the two applauded, with a few more people who seemed to feel sorry for them. Rodrick, once again, seemed to notice none of it, since a big smile was on his face as he stepped off the stage.

“That was… Interesting.” (B/F/N) nodded.

“Yes, of course.” (Y/N) chuckled.

Soon the presentations were over and the best band was announced. (Y/N) had no idea what their prize would be, but she seemed almost certain that Loded Diper wouldn’t win. And she was right. In the end, it seemed that (B/N)’s cousin’s band was really good, as they won. (Y/N) gave him thumbs up, as he celebrated. Then she looked around and noticed that Rodrick was staring at her. He seemed to be disappointed for not winning. For not having impressed her enough. She sighed and went to talk to him.

“Hey.” (Y/N) said approaching him. “You were very good up there.”

His frown was replaced by a smile. “You and your friend seemed to be having a good time.”

“Totally.” she nodded. “I would definitely call your band to… Well, whatever I had to call you guys.”

“We’ve played on some birthdays.” (Y/N) continued to smile, thinking to herself how it would have ended.

“Well…” the girl felt her stomach turn a little and her hands began to sweat. “You could tell me more about it if we went out, maybe, someday.”

Rodrick looked at her suspiciously, trying to understand what that phrase would have meant. In the end, when he seemed to realize she had suggested a date, he just smirked.

“I always knew you liked me.” he nodded in approval, making her roll her eyes. He had noticed it before her, then.

“Yeah, maybe I do.” she chuckled and stood on tiptoe, giving a peck to the boy’s lips.

Rodrick’s eyes went wide, clearly showing he didn’t expect that to happen. (Y/N) gave him a sweet smile, turning her back and leaving to find (B/F/N), leaving the wordless boy behind. He might have lost the contest, but he had won the girl.


Smol (Spideypool Quick Fic)

Okay, so this was just a little idea, and it was supposed to be funny but I literally can’t write these two without at least some feels.

So here ya go. Enjoy some Sundays with Spideypool.

“I have found the perfect word to describe you.” Wade announced, and had to smother a laugh when Peter nearly fell out his bed in shock.

“Wade. It is three in the morning.” Peter flopped back against his pillows with a groan. “My first class is at eight am. What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“You are literally never in the neighborhood.” Peter corrected and threw an arm over his eyes. “Say what you need to say, Wade. I’m exhausted. And kind of mad at you. I almost got ran over by a bus today because you somehow manage to be completely distracting while we are working and–

“Okay, you know, my bad about the bus thing.” Wade admitted, but wiggled his (non existent) eyebrows. “But did you die? No, you didn’t. And you know, as thanks for that, the least you could do is invite me into bed so we could snuggle.”

Wade stuck his bottom lip out. “I came all this way and–” he grinned when Peter kicked the blankets down and rolled over to make room. Wade climbed in the twin size bed eagerly, twisting and grumbling and complaining about how small the bed was until Peter lashed out with a hard kick and sent him flying off the bed and into the wall.

“Either get in and shut up, or go away so I can sleep. I have an exam at EIGHT AM!” Peter snapped, and Wade had to hide another laugh.

Even though he had seen Peter’s strength in action many times out on patrol together, it still surprised the hell out of him when Peter used it on him. He outweighed the kid by close to a hundred pounds, and being tossed around like a stuffed animal was both terrifying and a complete turn on.

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Bad Day || Jughead Jones

Prompt by @smhshelby: I’m really excited to put a request in omg. I was hoping for a Jughead x reader && I’m honestly putting the rest in your heads, but basically a comfort fic that will make me feel warm fuzzies about the reader having way too much on their plate and kind of snapping at something small that jughead does? && they apologize and try to shove their own problems aside but he tries to cheer her up and help her relax and stuff? i feel like we all need a fic like this on our off days

A/N: I’m in love with comforting!Jughead omfg.

Gif by @ravemreyes


This was the worst day of your life. You were pretty sure about that. It was one of those days where you woke up in a great mood and were excited to start the day. You had gotten dressed in your cutest outfit and had even walked to school because it was such a nice day. But when the doors of the school opened, hell was unleashed. First there was Cheryl who made fun of your clothes and made you feel insecure. Then there was that math pop quiz that you were sure you failed. Then your favorite teacher wasn’t in class today and you got the mean substitute who snapped at you multiple times for not doing your work (which you were doing and doing correctly you might add!) The worst part? Your boyfriend Jughead was nowhere to be seen. Usually the two of you would sit together at lunch and talk about the problems the both of you faced that day. But he wasn’t there. So you sat alone and kept your emotions bottled up. Reggie catcalling you from the next table didn’t help your mood either.

By the time the bell rang signaling the end of the day, you couldn’t wait to get out of there. You rushed home as fast as you could, ignoring your mom’s offers of a snack. You ran upstairs and slammed your bedroom door, trying to keep your tears at bay. Then your phone rang and you answered it without looking to see who it was.

“Hello?” you asked as you sat down on the edge of your bed.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t see you at school today.”


I was working on an article for the Blue & Gold. How was your day?” he asked.

You sighed and laid back on your bed.

“Fine, I guess.” you mumbled.

Despite not seeing him, you could tell that Jughead’s eyebrows rose at your statement.

“Really? Because you don’t sound so fine to me, Y/N.” he joked.

Rage boiled in you. Why couldn’t anyone leave you alone for just one day?

“I said I’m fine, Jughead!” you snapped.

There was silence on the other end of the receiver and the anger you had felt was now replaced with guilt.

“Oh God, I-I’m sorry, Juggie. It’s just been a really bad…” you trailed off when you felt the hot tears from behind your eyes.

What was the point?

“Never mind. I’ll just see you tomorrow, okay?” you said quietly, your voice cracking on the last word.

Before Jughead could say anything else, you hung up the phone and curled up into a ball, crying softly into your pillow. Soon enough, you cried yourself to sleep.

A small tapping at the window was what woke you up. You groaned and sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes. You felt a little bit better now that you had slept for an hour or two but the guilt from yelling at Jughead still remained. The tapping started again and you turned towards the source of the sound. Your eyes widened when you saw your beanie-clad boyfriend at your window.

“Jughead?” you asked as you walked over to the window.

He looked up at you as you pulled the window up.

“Hey there, Juliet.” he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Hey. What are you doing here?” you asked.

Jughead climbed into your room and it was only then that you noticed he had a small backpack on.

“Well, by the sound of your voice over the phone earlier, I figured you needed a little cheering up.” he said as he took his backpack off.

You sighed, remembering your tone at him.

“Juggie, I’m sorry,” you began. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know,” he said, cutting you off.

He smiled softly at you.

“I know, Y/N. Which is why I brought you these,”

The raven-haired teen unzipped his backpack, pulling out a handful of snacks and movies.

“Figured we could watch a couple of your favorite movies with your favorite snacks. Got my laptop and everything.” he said.

You beamed.

“I’d love to.” you said.

You snuggled into Jughead’s chest more as he began to play the third movie of the night, smiling widely.

“Thank you, Jughead.” you said softly.

Jughead smirked and kissed the top of your head.

“Anything for you, Y/N. Anything for you.”


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I Can Do It Better- Sidney Crosby

Originally posted by knifeshoeoreofight

Ok guys! Here we go with another smut! I think I’ll be able to crank 4 out for tomorrow as well and we’ll be caught up! Ok so this one’s kind of long sorry. But I think I did the prompt justice and I like how it turned out. For those reading: enjoy! For those skipping: Jakob Chychrun will be out tomorrow morning!

Warning: cussing, sex, smut, smexy time

Anon Request: I LOVED ur recent Sid smut! I feel like there isn’t enough of it in the hockey fanfic world. I have a request, if ur not too swamped, for Sid smut. Could u do one where u guys are best friends and ur hanging out and laughing and having a good time one night and u guys get on the topic of sex? You’d say u haven’t ever really had great sex and say “I can make myself cum better than any boy could” and he challenges you to that and of course it works & then after he asks you to be his gf:) thank u!!


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1 year later

It was one year later and you were returning to central city for the day.

Today was Caitlin’s birthday, and Cisco organised a party. You knew that Barry and Iris was there but you didn’t care.

You got to S.T.A.R Labs with a small present in your right hand. You walked through the corridors until you reached the cortex.

“Hey Caitlin. Happy birthday” you said as you walked into the cortex smiling at Caitlin.

“(Y/N), you’re back!” Both Cisco and Caitlin said before running up and hugging you. You hugged Caitlin and saw Barry and Iris standing there. But you didn’t care.

“God, I’ve missed you. How long are you staying?” Cisco asked before pulling you in for a hug. You pulled away and gave a small smile.

“Only for today, I’m staying in a hotel tonight then flying back to Miami tomorrow morning.” You say quickly.

“Oh, Barry you’ve got to help me finish that report let’s go.” Iris said pulling Barry out of the cortex. Once they left you sat down next to Caitlin’s desk.

“So… how are you?” Cisco asked rubbing your shoulders.

“I’m great, fantastic actually.” You say smiling.

“So… are you seeing anyone?” Cisco asked rubbing your holders a little harder.

“Nope, went on a few dates. Didn’t work out.” You say smiling softly.

“Ok, I’m getting right to the point. You need to get back together with Barry!“ Cisco says spinning your chair around so you’re facing him. "What? Why?” You say standing up and start to walk over to the door. “Because Barry loves you. When you left he was a disaster. He couldn’t focus on anything!” Cisco said raising his voice slightly. “Well is it my fault that he loves Iris more than me? Is it my fault that he would ditch our dates to go to the cinema with Iris? No it’s not. If you want to blame someone for our breakup blame Barry!” You say before walking out of S.T.A.R Labs. You got to Jitters, not caring if Barry and Iris were there. It’s a 99.9% chance of them being there. Anyway when you walked in you saw Barry and Iris sitting at a table. You didn’t bother to pay any attention to them so you just ordered a small tea. When you where pulling your money out someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and saw Barry. You handed the woman the correct amount of change and turned around to Barry. “Yes?” You ask, unsure of what to say. “C-can we talk?” He asked you could tell he was desperate. You looked at your watch then back up at Barry. “You’ve got five minutes.” He only nods then sits down at a table behind you. “So… how have you been?” He asked playing around with the packets of sugar in front of him. “I’ve been good. Got a new job.” You say before taking a sip of your tea. “What about you?” You ask as though you didn’t already know the answer. He somehow found it possible to frown more than he already was. “Not so good. But hey, when has my life been good?” He asked sarcastically before taking a sip of his coffee. You could tell that he was mad that you left. “Look… I’m just going to go. It’s been nice seeing you.” You stood up and walked out of Jitters. You started to head back to S.T.A.R Labs when someone ran up behind you and grabbed your arm. “What the h-” you where cut of with someone kissing you. You pushed the person away only to realise that it was Barry. “What the hell Barry! What is wrong with you?” You ask before walking away from him. To be honest you missed Barry but a relationship with him when Iris is around is definitely a no. You started to walk down the street. Only for Barry to run in front of you. “(Y/N), please just talk to me! Why did you leave and why are you avoiding me?” Barry asked, again desperately. “Do you want to know why I left? I left because I was completely in love with you when your heart was set on Iris. You ditched me all the time for her when we were supposed to have a date. Oh and most importantly you find helping Iris with a report more important than our 2 year anniversary date. I was your second best. But not anymore.” You say before throwing your cup of empty tea at him then walking away. He just stood there stunned. He has never seen you this mad. But everything you said was true and Barry knew it. —— You got back to S.T.A.R Labs and saw Caitlin playing on her phone. “Look guys I’m really sorry about I reacted earlier. It’s just I came back JUST to see Caitlin and you” you say looking at Cisco. “I never came to be told to get back together with Barry. I just want to forget about him.” You say before hugging them. “We’re sorry too. Caitlin’s having a little get together after the party do you want to come?” Cisco asked smiling. You kindly agreed before sitting down and gossiping about Miami. —- Time skip after party You got back to S.T.A.R Labs where Caitlin was having the get together. You walked into the cortex only to see a lot of candles and a table set for two. You got confused, but turned around when you heard footsteps. You turned around to see Barry standing there. “Barry… what is all of this?” You ask looking at everything. “Look, I know that I was a terrible boyfriend and I honestly don’t deserve you but please just have this dinner with me and we can see if there is still a spark between us.” He took your hand and led you over to the table. You sat down and he gave you your food. It was (Y/F/F). You took a bit and sat in silence. “So how is Miami?” Barry asked before taking a sip of water. “Good” you say before taking another bit of food. For half an hour straight he would ask you questions and you would reply with an answer with less than 5 words. Let’s just say it annoyed Barry. On the other hand you found it sweet that he was asking a lot of questions, considering that’s what he does when he’s nervous. “How is your new job? What is it anyways?” You swallowed what you where eating. “I’m a photographer. It’s good.” Barry stood up and picked up his jacket. “Look, I’m sorry for everything I did last year but it’s clear that you don’t want to get back together, and I’m fine with that. I’ll see you the next time you visit. Hope you find someone that won’t break your heart, because i certainly don’t deserve you.” With that Barry ran out of S.T.A.R Labs. Leaving you shocked. You stood up and walked to the one place you know he would be. The West household. After a 40 minute walk you got there. As you where about to turn to walk down the path Barry walked out the house with a suitcase in hand. “Barry, just come back in. Please we can sort this out.” Iris said following him. “You’re the reason that (Y/N) left. And now that she’s back you tell me that you love me! What is wrong with you!?” Barry yelled. “Barry.” You say quietly. He turned and walked up to you. “What?” He asked. You didn’t know what to say. So you kissed him. He kisses back while he dropped his suitcase and put his hand around your waist. When you both pulled away you gave him another small kiss. “I love you Barry.” He smiled and hugged you. “I love you too. Wait does that mean that you’re staying or are you going back to Miami? God please don’t go back to Miami because I would literally die and that’s far away and I won’t be able to hug you or kiss you an-” you cut him off by kissing him again. “Barry, I’m definitely staying with you. But where are we staying?” You asked gesturing to his suitcase. “We’ll stay in the hotel you’ve booked then figure the rest out tomorrow.” Barry said picking up his suitcase. Part 2 of Leaving Barry because he still likes Iris (or something like that.)


Jughead Jones and fem!reader fic

I’m trash and had to write something for this dork.



Where would he be now?

You stood in the middle of the hallway, clutching books to your chest. Chatter wafted through the air around you and your ears rumbled with the familiar sound of stampeding footsteps.

You looked around the hall desperately even when students tumbled into you unintentionally.

Where could he have gone?

You looked back down a the leather bound book in your arms.

I have to find him.

You picked at your brain as you made your way to your own locker, thinking. You didn’t know him very well, you were just lab partners in science. Acquaintances really, but you knew enough.


Of course, you thought, Pops seemed to be a second home to him at this point. It made sense.

So you made up your mind as you grabbed your coat. Find him at Pops you would.

By the time you arrived at Pops you were a nervous wreck. You could have just kept the book in your locker and given it to him the next day before classes but no. You had to come to give it to him personally. It wasn’t as if you were going out of your way. Pops gave such a homey feel and you were happy to spend time at the diner. But being here to give someone the book they’d forgotten in science last period was not something on the top of your to-do list. The very though of it left you feeling awkwardly out of place.

But you looked towards the diner from the parking lot and took a step towards it.

To late now.

Except just about dropping it wasn’t apart of the plan.

Jughead Jones liked to think he wasn’t a very forgetful person. Not overly so.

Leaving the book with all the notes on his story in class however? Not one of his best moments. Not to mention the fact that it was last period.

He sat in a booth of the diner, slowly pushing words out onto the screen. Often his stream of typing stalled. It paused as he reached over for a fly. When he struggled to find appropriate words of  each sentence and when he glanced out the window. It paused to when he reached into his mind grasping for details

This, he thought in one such moment, is exactly why a have a book to keep track of details.

That’s when he saw the figure in the parking lot fumble with the book in their hands.

He watched as they readjusted their grip and squared their shoulders. Their hair danced as they made their way to the diner and it was evident the wind was still going strong. Then they got closer and he recognized them.

It was Y/N L/N. His lab partner. 

She spent almost as much time here as he did, and they got along well.  He enjoyed working with her and was fond of the talks they had out of class.  Although he would admit that even then he didn’t know the girl well.

He turned back to the glaring screen expecting her to go up to the counter to order before sitting at a booth as usual. Apparently today had seen a change of plans.

She stood beside the booth, hunched in on her self and grip on the book tight when she made her presence clear. He looked at her in confusion as she stood there, the silence weighing on them both. He decided the initiate conversation.

“Hey Y/N.” A small wave followed the words  and he made a point to nod to the girl.

“Um- Hey Jug.” Sh smiled at him and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“ You left your book behind so I grabbed it to give it to you but by the time I turned you were gone. I figured, well I figured you’d be here so I wanted to come drop it off today instead of at school so here.”

By the end of her words Y/N was toying with the hem of her shirt, the other hand thrusting said book towards Jughead.  Jughead himself was surprised at the girls actions.  So he took the book, grateful words spilling at his feet as he invited her to sit. With nothing else to do she accepted, if not a bit awkward doing so. Still, she sat and quickly found that talking with him was easy.

They continued talking and Jughead couldn’t deny how easily conversation flowed between them as he laughed at something she’d said. They had to leave eventually though, when it started getting late. As they packed up the two continued talking  before separating.

“This was fun, we should do it again sometime.”  He nodded at her words and agreed.

“See you in class tomorrow!”

He smiled as he made his way home.


Coffee Stains pt.4

Ship: Feysand 
Type: College AU
Word Count: 1,559


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Feyre woke with a start; what the hell was going on?

“Feyre it’s me. Open this door right now before I burn down this entire building!”

“Nesta?” Feyre rubbed the crust from her eyes and glanced at her phone: 2:34AM

“Would you hurry up already?”

Feyre scampered on cold feet to open the door.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow night?” Feyre slurred, still confused what exactly was going on.

“Change of plans. Turns out Elain enjoys the company of muts.”

“Elain got a dog?”

“Worse: A boyfriend.”

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Happy Valentine’s Day! (part 1)

A/N: THIS IS SO LAST MINUTE. And it’s incomplete. I’m sorry. But it will be completed hopefully tomorrow! Alright, I’ll stop now :)

Nico sat alone at the Hades table for dinner in the Pavilion. Usually Will sat with him or he went to the Apollo table, but Will was working at the infirmary tonight. As Nico picked at his food, his mind drifted from thought to thought, eventually drifting to how much he missed the son of Apollo.

Wait, Nico suddenly jerked, I miss him?

Oh, right, well I guess that does come with dating someone. Nico still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He was dating Will Solace, child of the sun god. Him, the son of Hades – the creepy, weird, dark Prince of the Underworld was dating the happy, peppy son of Apollo. It sounded strange, but seeing them together, actually looking at them, they couldn’t look any more perfect. It was a recent development, though they had been inseparable since the war and Nico’s mandated 3 days in the infirmary. They basically flirted with each other and were a giant blushing mess until Piper had a serious talk with Nico while Jason and Percy teased and pushed Will to ask Nico out. Eventually it happened after lots of blushing and flustered stuttering, but the moment his friends burst into applause and cheers, Nico grabbed Will’s hand and shadow-traveled them both out of there.

A small smile tugged at Nico’s lips as he remembered how angry Will had been after that, and then how he ended up falling asleep next to Nico in his cabin.


The shout ripped Nico from his memories back to the present. Jason and Percy slid into the seats across from Nico and he, out of habit, scowled at them, asking, “What do you idiots want?”

“Is that any way to speak to your big bros? Tsk, tsk, Nico, have more respect.” Percy’s shit-eating grin earned Nico’s Death Glare™.

“Shut up, Perce. Anyway, we came to ask what you’re doing tomorrow? What are your plans for you and Will?” Jason looked genuinely interested in this, though Nico had no idea why.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Why would I have plans? And why would I tell you?”

Jason and Percy glanced worriedly at each other, then turned back and said, “Um, Neeks. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. You know, day of love, typically celebrated with your significant other?”

Nico blinked at them. Then it registered. Oh. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Only three thoughts were coming to mind as his panic rose. I have a boyfriend. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Oh shit.

His eyes widened and he nearly began hyperventilating as he said, “Oh shit that’s a thing crap what do I do??? I’ve never done this before! Does Will know? Oh of course he knows, what am I saying SHIT what do I do, I have no plans, no experience, SH—”

“Hey calm down!” Jason reached across and put his hands on Nico’s shoulders to settle him back in his seat, as he was nearly jumping out of it. “Don’t worry bro, we got you. We can help you plan something.”

“Why didn’t you guys tell me earlier?!”

“Um, well, guess we didn’t think about it,” Percy smiled sheepishly.

“Ugh, what are you guys doing?”

“Well,” Jason started, “Pipes and I are going to hang out all day. I’m taking her out to chill in the city and do whatever she wants to. For dinner, I’m taking her somewhere fancy. Then later I thought about flying her up on the roof of the Big House to stargaze.”

“Annabeth and I are going to the city too. I want her to see all the cool architecture stuff that she can never get enough of. And also so we can feel normal, you know? Later we’ll go to the beach for a walk, maybe go in the ocean since I can keep us dry, and just, you know, be a couple.” Percy said this like it was obvious that Nico knew how to “be a couple”.

“Ugh, guys I don’t know how to be couply and romantic! Give me an idea!” Nico exclaimed exasperatedly.

“Okay,” Jason said, “well it’s your guys’ first Valentine’s day together. You’ve got to show him how much you like him and care about him. Make it a big deal.”

Percy smirked like he did when he had a crazy plan. “Like with fireworks! Or some big huge explosion or surprise that showers hearts and rainbows everywhere. I think Will would like a big surprise.”

“Um, that’s seems excessive? I don’t know about that.” Normally, Nico would think Percy’s a big idiot, but he really had no idea what was expected of him. Should it be big? Small? Fancy?

“Maybe you should ask Piper. She’ll know what you should do,” Jason suggested.

Nico jumped from his seat and, without a word to his “bros”, marched straight to the Aphrodite table. Piper looked up as he approached, glanced behind him at Jason, and got up to meet Nico and pull him to the side.

“You need help with Valentine’s day plans for Will?” Of course, she knew.

“Please,” was all Nico could say.

For the rest of the night, Nico sat with Piper, planning out what he would do, things he needed, every detail. He had to make it perfect for Will.

Part 2

Netflix and Ben & Jerry's // Cheryl Blossom Imagine

Could you do something where Cheryl asks her best friend(reader)?over for a sleepover and cuddles and while she’s spooning the reader she reveals her feelings and it goes from there?

I’m so so so so sorry that it took longer and it’s shorter then my previous two. I’ve been ill for the past week and I’ve struggled to write. Hopefully I’ll get out of my funk soon. But for now, enjoy this and keep requesting! My ask is open!


I was standing at my locker, putting my books away and ready to grab out my math books, before seeing the familiar long, auburn haired girl I knew as my best friend standing next to me.

‘Hello Y/Nkins, have any plans for tonight?’ She smiled, her bright red, cherry lips showing a smile.

‘Hey Cherbear. Nope, if you call Netflix a productive evening then I’m all booked out I’m afraid.’ I chuckled, shutting my locker door.

'Nonsense. You’ll stay over at my house tonight. My parents won’t be home so it’ll just be the two of us-’

'And Netflix?’ I smirked, cutting her off. Cheryl rolled her eyes, linking her arm under mine.

'Yes, I’ll even have your favourite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream if that’ll make you happy.’ I chuckled again, the two of us walking together to math.

By the time school ended, it was just us laughing and giggling about nothing and everything on Cheryl’s bed. I was there for Cheryl when Jason died. I’d never seen her in such an upset state then what I did in those few weeks. I was over almost everyday making sure she was okay, since her parents hardly helped or even cared about her. Jason was always the favourite to her parents, but she was the most important thing to me.

'Honestly, I don’t understand why you refuse to join the cheer squad, you’re an amazing dancer!’ Cheryl gushed, whilst I rolled my eyes.

'I’m okay, but I refuse to be with other bimbos, although I like Betty and Ronnie because they have proper personalities.’

'What about me?’ Cheryl mocked hurt, placing her hand over her heart.

'Honestly, you’re the toughest bitch I know.’ I chuckled, yawning and checking the clock that sat on her bedside table. 'Oh my god, it’s 3:05. I need sleep if I’m even going to be able to function tomorrow.’ I laughed, getting under the covers already. Cheryl turned off the light, snuggling herself next to me under the covers as we held each other close, spooning.

We tended to do this at every sleepover we had, just hold each and feel safe. We stared into each others eyes, Cheryl’s beautiful dark, chocolate eyes staring right back into my Y/E/C ones.

'You know Y/Nkins, there’s something I want to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to react,’

'Cherbear, were best friends,’ I grabbed her hand, holding it gently, 'you can always talk to me and trust me with anything.’

'Well,’ she sighed, staring at our hands, 'the thing is…is that I have feelings for you, Y/N. I always have from the moment you believed in me with everything, including Jason’s death and me having nothing to do with it. I didn’t know how to tell you, but I decided tonight was perfect with Netflix, Ben and Jerry’s ice cream to tell you. I’m sorry if this ruins anything.’

I didn’t hesitate before I pulled her in for a kiss, my hands cupping her warm, rosy cheeks. I pulled away, watching her pant in surprise, probably not expecting that reaction from me. I smiled at her, pulling her into my chest.

'You could never ruin anything. In fact, you’ve made everything perfect.’ I whispered in her ear, kissing her temple before we snuggled close together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.’

Kind of Like Narnia (Part 4/4)

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader

Notes: LAST CHAPTER OFFICIALLY. Mainly bc @llturner7 wanted it so bad,, I GOT YOU GIRL xx

Word count: 794

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

Another argument. Another makeup, just to argue again. It was hurting you, and it was hurting Raph just to keep doing this to yourselves. What was the argument about today? You wanted to go up top with April so you could have a feel of the New York nightlife, but Raphael took that as the notion that you were going to the club to get felt up by random men. He did not like that idea, not at all.

Even Splinter was fine with you going, and he was still in protective dad mode.

You reacted badly though. You called him a coward, and told him that it was no wonder why Leo was leader, because he couldn’t do anything for himself, let alone his brothers. He left to the gym after that, and you went topside by yourself.

Currently sitting on a random New York rooftop, you sipped the juice box you brought with you, you watched the lonely people walk around the streets, the drunks stumbling out of the bars. There didn’t seem to be problems with the world, just a lot of lost souls. But then again, it wasn’t your world.

Your world was gone to you a month ago. Now it was just you and [P/N], living in a sewer in a New York that wasn’t yours. Donnie still hadn’t found out how to get you back. It was apparently going to take a miracle, and you had ran out of miracles a long time ago. It was cold. It was raining. You weren’t dressed for this cold weather.

[P/N] didn’t have a problem staying with the turtles in the sewers. In fact he loved it. He spent most of his time with Splinter surprisingly. You just assumed because it was all the nice smelling candles and the aura of the room. It calmed the very energetic animal.

You on the other hand, just seemed to stick out in the lair like a sore thumb. You’d asked April if you could move in with her, but she told you her landlord wouldn’t let anybody who couldn’t pay rent stay in the building. You tried getting a job, so you could get out of the lair more, but nobody would hire you. You were at a dead end, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Ya don’t like it here do ya…” A blanket, a thud and he was sat next to you.

“I feel out of place. Like none of you want me here. It might just be my head, but-”

“I do want ya ‘ere babe. I jus’- I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” You leant your head on his shoulder, sniffing to keep back the tears. “I guess I’m just homesick. But I only get homesick when we argue.” He was running his hands through your hair. He remembered it calmed you. You might have just made a huge revelation to yourself. So big, that it made you start crying. This was it. You were going to pour your heart out to him and he couldn’t stop you.

“You’re my home, Raphael.” He stopped, dropping his hand.

“Come again?” he looked down at you, his heart skipping beats and his stomach doing somersaults.

“I- I’m homesick because you’re my home. When we argue, I feel like you don’t want me here.”

He was holding you. Back against the wall and you in his lap. He was crying too. You were pressed against his plastron, not that you minded much though. “I-I do want ya here babe, I really do.” You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the tears fall from his face on to your head.

“If I somehow disappear tomorrow-”

“Ya ain’t goin’ no where alright? I can’t lose ya [Y/N].”

“Raph listen… If I disappear, I want you to know that, when you look up at the stars, it’s the same sky I’m looking at too. Because no one can change the galaxy, and no one can change fate.”

“But yer staying fer as long as ya can, right?”

“Yeah Raph, I’m staying for as long as I can.” You heard him whisper a ‘oh thank God’ as he gripped you tighter.

You both probably sat there for hours, just being with each other, and occasionally crying a little bit. It was the first time the both of you acknowledged that there was a possibility that you might disappear from that world and return to your own, and it hurt. But as long as you were with him for now, you were okay. You both were okay.

The End 

Beach Jealousy- Alec Martinez

Originally posted by fallenforfleury

Ok I didn’t realize Alec Martinez was American… Look what happens when you learn about the Kings! Anyway! I hope you like this anon! Enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Hey! I love your writing! Could you write something with alec martinez? Maybe him getting jealous and the reader reassuring him she loves him and then tons of fluff? Thanks!


              You were walking along the sand, Hank running ahead of you and sniffing around.

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Curiosity – Part 3 (M)

Originally posted by kimdaddynamjoon

Pairing: CamBoy!Seokjin x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: some moRE FILTHY SMUT

Word Count: 3,217 words

Summary: How the fuck were you going to even look at Seokjin, let alone Jungkook in the eyes after what you’d seen last night? After all, you had seen your best friend, Seokjin, make your neighbour, Jungkook, suck him off. Heck, you were going to be so so awkward around them.

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How the fuck were you going to even look at Seokjin, let alone Jungkook in the eyes after what you’d seen last night? After all, you had seen your best friend, Seokjin, make your neighbour, Jungkook, suck him off. Heck, you were going to be so so awkward around them.

Was it weird you had downloaded some (and by some, you meant most) of Seokjin’s videos? The guy was attractive as hell, and he wasn’t badly built either. He knew what the viewers wanted and he gave that too them, but he also gave you a burning passion to just want to kiss him whenever you saw him.

You didn’t want to make your friendship weird, but you couldn’t dent the fact that you did like him. You always had but the thought of ruining your friendship always lingered in your mind, which is why you tried to forget it. That idea was going well until you saw his cam and well, everything went downhill from there. Your thoughts of love for him were now also blinded with lust.

“Dude,” you came running to your friend who had told you about Seokjin and his cams (and you’ll forever hate her yet be so thankful), “you know how you said Seokjin was…you know what.”

“Mhm, he’s really good holy shit. Did you see last nights though? Oh my god I promise you, my orgasms have never been better.”

“Okay, too much info there, but, yes I did watch it and here is the thing,” you began, “you know the guy that was with Jin?”

“The cute, sexy muscular one?”

“He’s my neighbour.”

“What the fuck- you’re kidding me!”

“I’m really not…” you two stood in silence before she spoke up. “Shit, you’re living the life!” you opened your mouth to protest but some blonde locks caught your attention that were approaching from behind your friend. “Morning ladies,” Jin smiled as he stopped beside your friend, holding his books in his hand. His hands…gosh they looked good. No, shit, this wasn’t the time to daydream over his hands oh god – but you weren’t the only ones staring at his hands. Your friend gulped and accidentally glanced down at Seokjin’s slender fingers, adverting her eyes quickly as a faint blush started to take over her face.

“Hey,” you say quickly, wanting the awkward atmosphere to disappear. “Is there something you need?” (you secretly prayed for him to say a bible cause boy, he’s sinning too much he would like your help for a cam because you would happily oblige).

“I was just wondering if you wanted to walk to class together? It feels like a while since I’ve seen you…” yeah, that’s because you had been avoiding him at all costs. “Oh, yeah, sure.” You replied hesitantly.

“Great!” he grins widely, the corners of his eyes crinkling up in the most cutest way that always, always, had you smiling back because of how ridiculously adorable the man looked. Your friend winked at you before giggling under her breath as you walked away with Seokjin, you were going to kill her later.

“So, why exactly have you been avoiding me?” He asked, looking down at you as you walked through campus. “I haven’t.” You walked as fast as your legs could take you and sat down on a seat towards the front of the class (at least he wasn’t able to talk to you about anything because your professor would be right in front of you both).

“Yes you have Y/N. Have I done something wrong? What can I do to fix it? Please tell me,” he sighed as he slumped down onto the spare seat beside you. “I’ve- just nothing its girl stuff.”

“It’s such private girl stuff that you can’t even tell your friend- no, your best friend?”

“Yeah because you’re not a girl, duh.”

“You haven’t killed someone have you?”

“Jin do I seriously seem like the person who would kill someone?” He shrugged, “You seem like you’re on your period because you’re mad at me so…” you hit his arm. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“Just because I’m mad, doesn’t mean I’m on my god damn period!”


01/12/16 | 9:56 PM

You sat there shamelessly, doing your assignments as you looked back up to your laptop every now and then, just to check if there was a popup link for a stream.

01/12/16 | 10:39 PM

Why were you still awake? Oh yeah, you didn’t want to miss an opportunity to see your best friend pleasure himself. Right, so logical.

01/12/16 | 11:09 PM

That’s when you gave up and just ended up going to sleep, you’ll be able to see the video tomorrow anyway. But you couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t do a stream.

The next day, Seokjin didn’t sit next to you, in fact, he didn’t even talk to you. It wasn’t like him to do that, maybe he was just sulky about the fact you refused to tell him what was wrong. That night, you sat there with your laptop open again, waiting for something, just anything. It was around eleven thirty pm when you decided to text your friend.

02/12/16 | 11:34 PM | You:

Hey, you didn’t get streams or whatever from Seokjin today did you?

02/12/16 | 11:38 PM | Y/F/N:

Ooh, you’re addicted now? Lmao why don’t you talk to him about it? And no, there wasn’t one on yesterday either, which is weird for him…

02/12/16 | 11:40 PM | You:

Cause I don’t want too, we’re not going on this topic over text.

02/12/16 | 11:41 PM | Y/F/N:

Alright whatever. Anyway…are you glad I told you about your dear friend’s secret ;)

02/12/16 | 11:43 PM | You:

Yes and no. I hate you for telling me but I really love you for telling me.

02/12/16 | 11:44 PM | Y/F/N:

Well, I for one, thoroughly enjoy watching him, and your neighbour lol that was great. Is Seokjin gay though like…?

02/12/16 | 11:44 PM | You:

I don’t know if he is but I wouldn’t be surprised? But yeah I agree, it’s super hot watching him…this is weird we’re bonding over my friend doing porn. Anyway I’m going to head to sleep before this gets weirder. Night!


It was the fourth day Seokjin had been ignoring you and you’d had enough (hypocrite much). After your class you headed to his apartment in hopes of catching him and talking about what was going on and how you could fix it, because you really missed him.

You didn’t bother knocking on his front door because he had given you a key to his place a few months back and you would let each other in to each-others apartments like it was nothing. Walking inside you saw no sign of life and thought that he wasn’t home – that was, until you heard a small whimper come from his bedroom. It didn’t occur to you that he could have been doing a stream, all you cared about was wanting to talk to him and make sure that he’s okay.

Without a second thought you opened his bedroom door only to reveal a (yet again) naked Jungkook, hands tied with a tie around his front as Seokjin’s hand wrapped around Jungkook’s shaft, a whimper falling from Jungkook’s lips again, the camera on the other side of his room catching your attention also.


“Do you not know what to call me baby boy?”

“Your…door…” Jin, confused, furrowed his brows and moved his head towards the door, going wide eyed at the sight of you standing there, staring back at them both.

“Do you want help, daddy?” What the hell did you just do? Jin stared back at you before his eyes turned darker, lust taking over. “I’d love your help. Why don’t you come on over here princess, let me introduce you to everyone.”

You shyly walked into his room, closing the door behind you as you dropped your bag onto the flood. Jin held out his hand for you which you took – he pulled you closer towards him gently. “Looks like you’re all really lucky, two guests in one day huh?” he chuckled a little, the comments going wild at the sight of you potentially joining.

“My princess here is going to be a good girl and do whatever I say yes?” you nodded, cheeks going red before adding “yes daddy, anything for you.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiled down at you (but it looked like more of a smirk) before putting a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was actually kissing you, even if the kiss felt rough and needy, you’d been dreaming of this day since forever. He bit your lower lip earning a groan from you (he swore he’d never heard anything better in his life before) pulling it back a little before letting it go.

Even though you’d just kissed, you were left a little breathless. His hands came down to your sides, guiding them to your butt, making you gasp a little and place your hands on his chest. “Let’s put on a show for the viewers and dear Jungkook, yes princess?” he smirked as he hooked his finger into the strap of your dress, sliding it down your shoulder, kissing your bare skin making you shudder a little.

“Take this dress off for me, princess.” Seokjin stepped back, glancing and smirking over at Jungkook who’s knuckles had gone white from not being able to touch or do anything, daddy’s orders. You bit your lip but nevertheless, unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, feeling incredibly naked. Thousands of people were probably watching you and dissing you and your body, but the hard stares of Jungkook and Seokjin made it more nerve wrecking.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, isn’t that right baby boy?” Jin raised his hand and ran it down the curve of your breasts, making you suck in a sharp breath. “Yes daddy…she’s so stunning,” he whispered out, mouth going dry at the sight, his cock getting harder if possible.

Seokjin moved the cup of your bra down, his tongue coming to flick over your left nipple. You gasped and wrapped your hand in his hair, tugging slightly. He smirked before wrapping his hot, wet mouth around it and massaging your other one as a low moan escaped you. He let go of your breast with a small ‘pop’ and stood up straight before pressing his lips to yours again, his hand trailing down to your lower region and ran his fingers over your wet panties. “Fuck…

“You like that princess? I’ve barely touched you and you’re so wet.”

“Only for you, daddy,” you purred back, running a hand down his chest making him groan a little as your nails dragged down his nipples. “Do you know what I want you to do princess?”

“What can I do daddy?” You raised your head and looked up at him. “I want you to ride Jungkook’s face, let him make you cum with his tongue. You’ll let him do that, yes?” you took in a sharp breath before whispering, “Of course daddy,” and turning to face Jungkook who was looking back at you with eyes full of hunger.

Within a few moments your panties and bra were on the floor of Seokjin’s bedroom, legs either side of Jungkook’s head as his soft hair slightly tickled your thighs. He looked up at you eagerly before turning his head to face Jin, “Daddy, can I make her feel good now please? She’s so fucking wet…”

“Go ahead baby boy, daddy’s not gonna stop you.” He groaned, wrapping his own hand around his swollen cock, glancing back down at the two of you on the bed, god he could just cum at the sight. Jungkook didn’t waste a single second after Seokjin’s words, you felt his tongue flick over your clit making you involuntarily move towards him a little more.

“Move closer,” Jungkook whispered at you, making you move up his body a little more. He licked a bold strip up your folds. “How does she taste baby boy?” Jin’s voice came out airy and in a small groan, his hand pumping himself at a steady pace. “So sweet daddy, so fucking sweet.” He practically growled at the end and dove right in, wrapping his swollen lips around your folds, sucking away as he groaned at the beautiful taste of you.

You could feel his groan more than hear it, but it did enough to make you moan his name. Seokjin gritted his teeth at the sight, maybe it was out of jealousy because he could probably pleasure you more, he hated the fact that you moaned out Jungkook’s name instead of his.

You began to rock your hips against Jungkook’s mouth slightly. “Wait, wait,” he breathed out, “daddy, please untie me, I-I need to touch her.” He whimpered out, the tightness of the tie around his wrists was getting painful (but not as painful as his erection that was still waiting to be touched). He wouldn’t mind usually but the fact you were on top of him as he had a clear view of you sitting above him, and he wasn’t allowed to touch you? That was painful.

“Why don’t you ask her baby boy, maybe she’ll say yes.” Jungkook looked up at you desperately, eyes wider than usual. “Please Y/N, I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ll ever have just please.” You nodded back at him, holding back a moan from how fucking good he looked begging for you to untie his hands. You threw the tie away somehere in Seokjin’s room and Jungkook’s large hands came to rest at your hips, pulling you closer again.

He kissed your thighs gently before looking up at you and diving back into your folds again, holding your hips down against his mouth as his tongue lapped in and around your holds, his nose rubbing against your clit slightly. Your mouth opened and a string of curses and moans spewed out, a hand of yours coming down to tangle in Jungkook’s soft brown locks. “Fuck, just like that Jungkook,” you moaned out.

Seokjin gave up on pleasuring himself, thinking it wasn’t any fun for the viewers if he was just doing his own thing, it wasn’t very as you would say, dirty. He walked on over to the both of you (but you and Jungkook were caught up in doing your own thing to even realise he wasn’t standing off to the side) and sat on the bed, taking a hold of Jungkook’s hard on making him groan into you. “Shit hyung…”

“Forgotten your manners I see?”

“N-no daddy, not at all.” Jin hummed before running his tongue against Jungkook’s slit, “what are you waiting for baby boy? Don’t keep the princess waiting, you did promise her the best orgasm yes?” Jungkook turned back to you, looking into your eyes and opened his mouth to speak, “I want you to ride my face,” he spoke without faltering, flattening out his tongue for you to place your dripping centre over.

You didn’t hesitate to rock your hips against Jungkook’s tongue, desperately wanting your orgasm to approach – moans were spilling out of your mouth as whenever Jungkook groaned (from Jin giving him the good succ lmao) the vibrations shot up into your core. One of your hands came down to your clit before it was swatted away by Jungkook, replacing your hand with his and he rubbed your clit fast in small eight figures.

Seokjin’s pink lips were wrapped around Jungkook’s head, his hand pumping the rest of Jungkook’s cock quickly. It wasn’t long before Jin felt Jungkook’s cock twitch a little signalling to him that he was close. “Come on princess, you close?” Jin’s husky voice spoke up, to which you nodded back, “come no Y/N, cum all over Jungkook’s pretty little face.” That was all it took for you to be sent over the edge as your mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape and you moaned out Jungkook’s name as your orgasm hit you, hard. He groaned happily as he felt your hot juices and swallowed them as your thighs clamped around his head.

He didn’t pull away after your orgasm though, his hands were still on your hips as he continued swirling his tongue into your sensitive core. You whimpered and tugged on his hair to try and get him to pull back, “fuck! Jungkook, t-too much.”

“Be a good girl and take it, princess. He’s not going to pull away until he cums.” Seokjin spoke up. Jungkook bought a hand up, making contact with your bare ass making you groan a little, the pain on your bottom fading out into pleasure but the borderline pain Jungkook’s tongue was giving you was still there. It didn’t take long before Jin’s skilled mouth and his fingers bought Jungkook over the edge too, a deep groan leaving Jungkook’s mouth as his cum filled Seokjin’s mouth and he happily swallowed the bitter sweet cum. He finally pulled away from your core with a sheepish smile, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices. “You taste so sweet baby.”

Jin cleared his throat. “Be good and help daddy, both of you.” You looked down at Jungkook, but he was already moving you off of him, pulling you towards the ground and you both kneeled infront of Seokjin’s erection that stood there proudly against his stomach, red and pink with a few bulging veins visible around it. You made the first move and darted your tongue out, running it across a vein of his, earning a groan from above.

Jungkook bent down a little lower, taking one of Seokjin’s balls in his hands and looking up at him. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth, moving your head backwards and forwards at a steady ongoing pace as Jungkook switched from using his tongue and mouth to his hands on Jin’s balls.

It only took a minute tops to have Jin pushing you and Jungkook away from his cock, his hand coming to pump himself at a fast pace. “Open your mouths,” he groaned out, tossing his head back slightly when he came as his cum sprayed across yours and Jungkook’s mouth and chests. He looked down at the both of you, “you both look so pretty like this,” he muttered, running a hand through both of your hair, before he realised this was all live and it needed to be finished.

“Jungkook, turn it off yeah?” The younger stood up and did what he was told, waving and turning Seokjin’s camera off. Jin looked down at you silently before offering a hand for you to get up and grabbing his shirt and placing it over you gently as he grabbed his boxers and slid them on, the awkward atmosphere not going away.

a/n: this is actual filth how did i write 3.2k words omfg i’m done with myself lmao. i hope you enjoy this!

let me know if you’d like another part :) feedback is appreciated!