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BTS Reaction to Their S/O Being Lovey Dovey

incognito; hi! i was wondering if you could write a reaction maybe?🙈 to their s/o hugging them from behind and whispering “i love you” with their head on his back/shoulder (it depends😹) -this is so soft😭- thank you!

Note: Of course, it’s totally fine anonnie! i needed some fluff to ease my depressing mind from the angst ive been writing lately lol *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ As far as he knew, you didn’t like much pda when you two were around the boys or when he was even performing in concert, so when he had gone backstage just to find you engulfing him into your arms and mumbling how much you loved him; a wide grin would situate itself below his nose.

He found you extremely cute, feeling all sorts of giddiness run through him as he gave you a peck on the top of your head, soon lifting your chin to place a sweet kiss onto your lips.  

Originally posted by mochjim


Suga ➳ The both of you were at the amusement park, and when you turned to Yoongi to find him looking bored and annoyed, you felt extremely horrible for making the boy come along. So when your arms slithered around his waist, he quickly turned to you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks before you said, “I love you.”

The boys began to catcall, Yoongi smiling brightly but immediately covering his face with his hands to hide his embarrassment even though he wanted more than anything to kiss you and hug you back.

Originally posted by the9397


J-Hope ➳ He was only in the studio talking to Jimin, conversing about the new dance routine when you decided to wrap your arms around him while pressing your cheek to his chest. “Ah, you want me.” He teased, knowing you would only flush and look away but you always ceased to surprise him.

“Always,” you whispered, “I love you so much.” Jimin looked around to try and hide the smile playing on his lips when Hoseok soon picked you up and spun you around; loving how lovey dovey you were being before blowing raspberries to your cheeks.

Originally posted by koreankitties


RapMonster ➳ The moment you began to lay your head on his lap while he watched tv on the couch, he was shocked once you wrapped your arms clumsily around his waist and muttered an “I love you.”

He looked around frantically, already feeling his cheeks turn several shades of red before a very nervous chuckle would skip past his lips and calm his rapid breathing heart. Running his fingers through your hair and smiling to himself, he knew you meant every word since you barely spoke your feelings which meant everything to him.

Originally posted by tae-eyebrows


Jimin ➳ Butterflies were bursting in a chaotic furry inside his heart once he felt your tiny arms encircle his waist from behind. His face was gleaming in the color scarlet, smile nearly ripping his cheeks once he turned around just to witness your head slowly lean up to stare at him with your bottom lip tucked out. “I love you,” you told him, and he only laughed.

“What do you want this time?” He asked and you frowned, quickly letting go of him to walk away before he grabbed your arm and yanked you back into his arms. “No no, don’t leave.” He whined, giving your forehead a quick peck.

Originally posted by jihope


V ➳ He was gaming all night and you couldn’t sleep without the man, so, when you found him in the living room, wanting to scold him until you found a large bear between his arms you couldn’t help but squeal internally. Rushing to jump on the couch, you snaked your hands around his body as you told him he was cute, and soon telling him you loved him.

He paused his game, taking your words in before he flashed you a boxy smile. “I love you so much more,” he said, throwing his bear to the side to pull you onto his lap instead.

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae


Jungkook ➳ The boy looked so out of place when his friends started to pay more attention to you, ripping you away from having your attention on him and talking it up to you like there was no tomorrow. He looked annoyed, quiet even, and your eyes softened before you ignored Hoseok and grabbed your boyfriend’s hand.

Tapping your cheek, he looked to you questioningly. “I love you,” you said, and a very cheeky and shy smile would engrave itself onto his features as he placed a kiss onto your cheek.

Originally posted by jimiyoong


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anonymous asked:

I don't really know where to ask this, sorry. How hot does it have to be before a dog should be wearing booties? What about a cooling vest? I'll be walking my SDiT across campus in Kansas summers and I don't want her to overheat if I think it's fine outside

Here’s a good info graphic! In the summer, you need to watch out for signs of heatstroke in dogs. Dogs will experience symptoms such as

  • rapid breathing
  • bright red tongue
  • red or pale gums
  • thick, sticky saliva
  • depression
  • weakness
  • dizziness
  • vomiting
  • diahrrea
  • shock/coma

If you live in a place with a hot environment in the summer, you should look into vests that are going to be less bulky, boots, and cooling vests. These can all help to keep a dog cool when outside in the heat. Don’t shave a double coated dog unless directed to by your dog’s vet – double coats act as insulators and help keep your dog cool in hot temperatures. Always keep water on you and give your dog water frequently staying hydrated is important to preventing heat exhaustion. 

Chelsea

Hate That I Love You (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst and smut.
Word count: 2.3k 

Summary: “I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. 
“I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly. 

➸ Song: Hate That I Love You.


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Lay it on me- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: This is a continuation of “Wipe it off of me”, reader wants to try some stuff out with her boyfriend ;-D

(Read Part 1 )

Warnings: THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.

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The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to…..things like this.

“Veronica, I just, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there’s somebody I’m comfortable enough with, it’s him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he…” I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica’s mattress.

“Turns you on?” Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.

“Yes.” I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.

“Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-” Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. “ my gay ass heart just can’t handle it.” I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.

“I’m serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I’m not used to feeling! Things I seriously don’t like-” I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica’s bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.

“ He’s going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is.”

“Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first.”


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I had left Ronnie’s house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it. It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.

My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.

“My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check.” I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.


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Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop’s, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn’t a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.

I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn’t show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn’t want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.

“Is your mom home?” He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.

“No, she’s gone for the weekend. Business trip.”

“Good.” Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.

“Do you uh, do you want something to eat?” I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.

“Sure, what’s on the menu?” Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.

“Me.” Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.

“Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea.” Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.

“M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs.” I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.

“You’re going to break your neck.” I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

“Don’t undermine my masculinity.” Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead’s jacket and tugging it off of him.

“Eager, are we?” Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.

“What is it with the layers?!” I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off. “Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing.”

“Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn’t happening.” Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top.“ Although, I’m pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways.” Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren’t huge on sex, it wasn’t something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.

Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.

“Fuck.” Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.

“You wanna try something?” I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.

“Lay it on me.” Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.

“To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked.” He chuckled, relaxing under my body.

“We’ve got the whole weekend, babe.” I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend’s body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.

“Do you really have to be a tea-ease.” Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead’s breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead’s body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.

I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.

“Why didn’t you just…. Open it with your hands??” Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.

“Veronica said it’d be sexier.” I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package.“ Last time I take her advice.”

“Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?” Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.

“Jughead, I’m literally about to sit on your dick. Please don’t ruin the mood.” I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead’s penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me. My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead’s hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him. I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead’s dick.

Jughead’s uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach. I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead’s hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.

Baby, baby untie me.” Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.

F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I’m-” my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.

My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead’s skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight. Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.

Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.

“You know, I can dress myself. I’m not five.” I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.

“I know.” Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.

“Well if you’re going to treat me like I’m 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen.” I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.

“As you wish.” Jughead’s arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.

“So, why the kitchen?” Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.

“Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is.” I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.

“I’m honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven.” Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.

(Here you go, @princess-tentacles !! This was so much fun to write! Enjoy!)


Uno. Dos. Tres.” Lance counted gently, scattering kisses on Keith’s cheeks after each number with a soft grin. “Now you try.”

“Uno… Dos… Trace.” Keith attempted, frowning slightly when Lance began laughing.

“What?!”

“’Trace’? Where are you from, Texas??”

A deadpan look from Keith had Lance laughing harder as he cleared his throat, shifting in place next to Keith on his bed as the blue paladin leaned his lips closer. “Tres. Come on, Keith. You gotta do the tongue roll.”

You’re a tongue roll…” Keith bit under his breath as he exhaled, trying again. “Tres.”

“Well, you have the word down at least… so that’s deserving enough of a kiss.” Lance teased as he leaned down, his nose gently brushing against the other’s before he planted a soft kiss on Keith’s chapped lips. “We can practice the tongue roll later.” Lance rose his eyebrow, wiggling it slightly, which sent a blushing Keith into a laughing fit.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Hey, whatever helps you learn it.” Lance teased, leaning his head back down with a smile, “now, let’s keep going. Cuatro…”

Enemy fire rained down on a mission gone sour. The group had gotten separated in the fire fight, with Keith and Lance being the last ones to attempt to make it to their lions. They had a clear view of Red and Blue ahead of them, but between their position behind safe cover and the salvation of their lions stretched a dozen or so Galra sentries. Half with blasters, half with swords.

“I’ll go in and distract them, you make a run for Blue. I’ll be right behind you.” Keith said quickly, already crouching for attack. He could take them, he thought. His primary objective was making sure his team was safe. Making sure Lance was safe.

“That is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard, they’ll outnumber you in a heartbeat! Keith!” Lance reached out, but the stubborn red paladin had already pulled up his shield and bolted out of the safety of their cover. This sparked gunfire from the sentries toward Keith, and away from Lance’s position. He cursed under his breath before he began the dash from his cover to Blue. About half way, he glanced over to Keith. Not so surprisingly, Keith was kicking ass. Lance felt a swell of pride in his chest, though that emotion was immediately trumped by fear as he witnessed a sword-handed sentry set to swing at Keith from behind. He immediately brought his bayard up into position, lining up his shot with an exhale. He brought the sentry down, the blast whizzing right past Keith’s helmet. This caused the red paladin to give a brief look over at Lance, eyes wide with gratitude.

Though as much as Lance had gained the attention of Keith, he’d gained the attention of one of the few sentries left. Before Lance could pull up his shield, and before Keith could cut it down, it fired a shot at Lance– a direct hit to his chest plate bringing him down hard.

Lance!!” Keith screamed as his bayard tore through the last of the sentries before sprinting toward the blue paladin, heart pounding in his ears.

Keith dropped down, pulling Lance around so he could get a better look at the damage. The armor was shattered around the impact point, melted around the edges. He couldn’t see the injuries beyond the hole in the chest plate, but the way Lance’s face was scrunched with pain said everything.

“Lance, are you with me??” He tried to keep his voice steady, glancing around to make sure the coast was still clear. “You’re fine, you’re okay… come on, we need to get you to the lions–”

The scream of pain that erupted from Lance at Keith’s slightest tug told him he wasn’t taking Lance anywhere.

Keith’s shaky hand reached up to press the comms button on his helmet, “Shiro! Lance is hit! I can’t get him to the lions! I– Shit–  I need help!”

“We’re on our way, Keith! Sit tight!”

“K-Keith…” Lance whimpered out, his breathing rapid in panic, “h-how bad is it? God I can’t even– I can’t– I’m sorry–”

Lance panicking was the last thing he needed to be doing right now.

Taking a steeling breath, Keith pulled off Lance’s helmet before cupping the blue paladin’s cheeks. “Lance? Lance, look at me. I need you to stay calm.” He looked around, scrambling for anything to take the panicking paladin’s mind off of the situation. He only needed a little time before the others got here for backup.

“Let’s–let’s practice counting again, okay?? I still need your help so let’s count together.” Keith rushed out.

Lance opened his eyes slightly, looking at him as he sucked in a tight breath and gave a nod.

U-Uno… Dos…” Lance started, voice wavering.

“Uno… Dos… Tres–”

A shaky gasp and chuckle left Lance’s lips, prompting Keith’s mouth to shut abruptly. “What? Is everything okay? What’s wrong–”

“You… did the tongue roll.” Lance muttered with a weak smile, “I-I knew you weren’t a hopeless case…”

Keith blinked a few times and chuckled, brushing Lance’s sweaty hair off his forehead as he caught sight of the other lions flying toward their position. They were going to be okay.

“When we’re back at the castle I expect extra kisses for that one. Now, let’s keep going. Cuatro…”  

Jerome Valeska x Female Reader- World of Mirrors (Rated M Smut)

Alright I’ve pushed my boundaries here! This is pretty intense and wrong for me XD

Based on an idea @jokesterwrites gave me about the Reader in the room of mirrors with Jerome. Please read the warnings!

Warnings- THIS IS SO SMUTTY AND WRONG! Gun/death threat, Gun play, gun sex play, forceful sex, penetration, anal, I WARNED YOU!

Originally posted by tragicmentality

Originally posted by veromejaleska


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Holy Shit, Batman!

Deadpool x Reader

Warning: pure smut, breathplay, anal, oral, dirty talking. IT’S DEADPOOL GUYS. Also this is complete unbeta so be warned. 

Thanks to all the anon support, you filthy bastards. 


If you had asked yourself a month ago if you’d ever let someone take you from behind, it would be a very hard no (pun not intended). If you had told yourself a month ago, Deadpool himself would be the one shoving his big cock inside your ass, you would have choked on your morning muffin. But it appeared pigs had finally learned to fly, because you were on all fours on Wade’s bed, a hand on your back and the other gripping at your hip.

“You like that huh?” He grunted, moving forward and leaning into your back. Wade pressed a firm kiss on your spine, “Say it.”

You moaned out, feeling him glide in and out of you. Fingers clutched the sheets underneath you, pushing your ass down on Wade’s cock.

“Come on, kitten,” Wade groaned, giving your ass a smack, “Say it.”

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Pants on Fire - Kai Parker smut

There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.

I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.

I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.

I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.

The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.

“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”

“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.

“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.

“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.

“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.

I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.

“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”

I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.

“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.

“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.

“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.

“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.

My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.

“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.

“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.

“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.

He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.

He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.

“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.

I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.

He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.

“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.

I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.

“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.

“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.

Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.

“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.

“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.

“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.

I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.

“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.

“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.

I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.

“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.

“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.

“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.

“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.

He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.

“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.

I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.

We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.

He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.

It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.

“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.

“Am not.” I denied weakly.

“You’re the worst liar.” He repeated.

Let Me Show You Why

Thank you @joeynihil for letting me use the Cody gif :D

Summery: Brett goes out of his way to make you blush or shy but he goes too far.


“Brett’s coming?” You asked when your friend finished listing off the people she’d invited.

“It’s a party to celebrate the team winning all their games so far… why wouldn’t I invite Brett?” She asked, glancing at you in the mirror as she put her makeup on, frowning when she looked over the jeans and t-shirt you were wearing.

“Well… because he’s kind of a jerk.” You mumbled, playing with your fingers as you scuffed your feet on the foot of her bed.

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Open Book - Jughead Jones

Request: Hey could you please write a jughead x reader where they are getting really intimate and jughead notices the reader has self harm scares but still chooses her and they end up having some really steamy smut and he kisses her scares thanks

Okay, so basically, thank you for my first request! I’m sorry that I can’t really do ‘steamy smut’, as I’m not really comfortable with that yet so this isn’t really detailed. I also went less-steamy and more cute because of the situation, i don’t really know <3  

Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, self-harm, mentions of abuse, make out sessiioonn, adorableness

Words: 2359

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Dream A Little Dream of Me

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1908

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Sex, swearing, and oral (female receiving). 


Originally posted by bucha-nan


Bucky’s eyes popped open at the sound of his name. He sat up in bed and looked around the dark room. Nothing out of the ordinary. He scrubbed his hand down his face and pushed his hair back off his forehead. Maybe he had been dreaming…

Buck… o-oh…”

He turned his head to look at you sleeping next to him. Or, maybe you were the one who was dreaming.

He flipped on the lamp that was on his bedside table and laid down facing you, propping his body up with his elbow. He smiled when a soft moan left your lips. You were on your back, blanket twisted around your body. Your legs were moving restlessly and your hands were clutching at the sheet.

Bucky reached over and started to slowly pull the blanket away from your body. He pushed it to the end of the bed and scooted closer to you. Placing his flesh hand on your stomach where your tank top had ridden up, he leaned down to your ear, “Tell me what you want sugar.”

You whimpered, still asleep. He looked down to where his fingers were now tracing the edge of your panties. Your muscles jumped underneath his fingertips. He continued his exploration, lightly brushing his fingers over your navel. He pushed your tank top up even further, stopping just below your breasts.

“Come on doll face, wake up.” He said, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. His thumb grazed over your lashes and along your cheekbone.

“Hi.” He whispered softly when your eyes fluttered open.

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Not Now - Jughead Smut

Request: this is going to sound so strange but could i request a cole (or even jughead if you dont mind writing for him) smut where they’re at home and the reader is horny but he’s a little busy and says “not now.” but she really wants him and so she rides his thigh??? i love all of you writing and i feel like you could do this prompt justice!!

Warnings: Mild language, smut

Notes: Sorry it’s kinda short. 

Tag List: @xbobaaa @superoriginalteenwolf @jbrhs-princess  


*YOUR P.O.V*

I sighed in annoyance, while attempting to get my boyfriend’s attention as he was too focused on the computer screen, writing his novel. 

“Juggie”, I plead again, rolling my eyes. tonight was the first night we’ve had alone in a long time, and I needed some relief as my heat throbbed for some sort of touch. 

“What?”, Jughead asks, annoyance in his voice and his eyes continued to stare the computer as his fast fingers typed. I get off the bed and walked over to Jughead, who was sat on the chair at his desk. I rubbed his shoulders, creeping them down his shirt, but all he did was shrug me away. I was not giving up and I straddled him on the chair. Finally, Jughead looked up at me, annoyance flickered in his eyes. 

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

“Juggie, please”, I begged. 

“Not now. I’m too busy”

“You’ve been at it for 3 hours now”, A sigh once again escaped my lips. An idea sparked up in me. I know what’ll get him in the mood. My hips grounded into Juggie’s, and I inhaled a sharp breath. Jughead seemed to show no reaction - but an undefeated sighed fell from his lips, when I rocked my hips faster and when my fingers grasped his hair, tugging at it. 

“Y/n, I need to get b-back to this”, he moans, struggling to keep it in. “Fuck it”, he murmurs, hands grabbing onto my hips and guiding me as I continue to rock my hips at a fast pace. 

“Jug..”, I moan into his neck, softly biting it. He groans and bucks his hips it, causing me to moan loudly and throw my head back in intense pleasure. My fingers grasping on his hair tighter, as the knot in my stomach formed.

“Juggie”, A pleading moan slipped from my mouth.

“Let it go, baby”, he grunts. My breathing became rapid and I grinded harder and faster onto him, letting my heat gather up the last bit of pleasure before I came. Jughead came shortly after me, holding me as I panted into the crook of his neck.

“I should focus on you more often”, Jughead laughed, jokingly.  

Originally posted by lemonlimeliv

The Labyrinth Chapter 1

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin || ft. all the members

Length: 2.0k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate your parents’ whereabouts. It is this fateful decision that leads you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading, as your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.

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“That night you dreamt of entering a labyrinth, a never ending maze that seemed to have no exits. No matter how much you turned and climbed, there was no way out, but within the distance was another person who sought your help. Together, you walked through the maze, guiding each other to a hopefully brighter place.”

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I can’t believe I have over 50 followers!

Here is a thank you fic:

“Why is it always the air lock?!” Lance grumbled from the corner. He pulled his jacket tightly around him in an attempt to stop the violent shivers that racked his body.

“Relax,” Keith brushed him off, “Coran and Pidge will have us out in no time.”

Lance nodded. He knew that, realistically, but it didn’t stop him from wanting out now. He was cold, tired, and had a monster of a headache–it had been a long day.

“I know,” Lance muttered. “I’ll feel better when we can get out of here and warm up,” he admitted. “Sorry for complaining.”

“You’re cold?” Keith asked. 

“You’re not?”

“No,” he replied, “I’m actually a little toasty. Here,” he shrugged off his jacket and put it around Lance’s shoulders. Lance wanted to protest, but it was warm from Keith’s body heat, and felt so nice on his back…

“Thanks,” he said tiredly. “If you get cold, though, take it back. I don’t want to be the reason you freeze to death in this ice box of an air lock.”

“Are you seriously that cold?” Keith asked, sounding surprised. He studied Lance’s features and noticed the slight pallor of his skin, and the slight slick of sweat on his forehead. Lance was also shivering fiercely. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine,” Lance shrugged, “A bit of a headache,” he admitted, “but I’m good.”

Keith let the subject drop, for now. However, now that it was silent, he noticed something else about the blue paladin: his breathing was off. There was a slight congested crackling in the bottoms of his lungs when he breathed, and Keith hadn’t noticed Lance trying to nonchalantly clear it away until the air lock had fell silent. Now, however, he could hear the stifled coughs that Lance was fighting with. His mouth was closed, and the sound his lungs were making with each heave of breath was alarmingly wet. 

“You’re sick,” Keith asserted. There was no hiding it now. 

“It’s just a little cough, Keith,” Lance argued. His voice sounded raspy and painful. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was just going to try to sleep it off,” Lance admitted. “Then we got stuck in here, and I figured you had bigger things to worry about.”

“I really don’t,” Keith objected. He reached out to Lance’s huddled, still-shivering frame and rested the backs of his hand on his cheek, then migrated to the back of his neck, and finally resting on his forehead. Warm, maybe too warm, but not hot.

“I think you’ve got a fever, but I can’t really tell.”

“I’m fine,” Lance argued again. “I just want to sleep.” He coughed once more with a closed mouth, and Keith could see what a strain it was. 

“Don’t do that,” Keith scolded, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“I don’t want to get you sick,” Lance pointed out. 

“We’re stuck in an air lock breathing the same air, and you’ve probably got a fever. I think it’s safe to say I’ve already been exposed.”

“Well, I don’t want to increase the risk.” Lane coughed a few more times, still stifling them as best he could, but he was getting a bit desperate for oxygen, if he was being honest. He couldn’t properly clear his lungs this way, and the more he coughed, the more fluid seemed to bubble in to fill up his chest. The coughing got more desperate, and he turned away from Keith to cover his face with his sleeve. He was barely getting in a breath between hacks. 

“Hey, you need to breathe,” Keith commented worriedly, moving closer to the ill paladin and resting a hand on his shoulder. Lance wasn’t listening. His face was turning red with the lack of air. “Lance, can you hear me? You need to get air,” he instructed. Lance blindly shoved Keith off him, Keith fought back, straightening Lance out of his doubled over position to sit up propped against Keith. Lance didn’t put up much of a fight, and as the coughing finally began to subside, Keith felt him go slack so completely that he had to lean over to make sure he was still awake.

“Is this better?” Keith asked. “Can you breathe like this?” 

Lance nodded weakly. Keith could feel the congestion rattling around in his lungs through every short, rapid breath. 

“How are you two doing?” Shiro’s voice asked through the air lock window. 

“Shiro, thank God,” Keith almost laughed with relief. 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but Lance is sick.” He once more reached around the boy to feel his forehead, alarmed to find how much his temperature had risen in such a short time. 

“Hey, Shiro,” Lance smiled, “How close are we to getting out of here?”

“Pretty close, buddy,” Shiro reassured him. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” Lance lied. 

“He’s burning up,” Keith informed. Shiro’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Aw, Shiro, don’t look like that. It’s just a cold,” Lance assured, but found himself thrown into another fit of deep coughing. 

“That sounds bad,” Shiro worried. After spending so long in a Galra prison, he knew pneumonia when he heard it. “Like, really bad. We need to get him out of there as soon as possible.” Lance’s breaths were shallow, and Shiro could tell that it hurt to take in much air.

“Will you go tell them to hurry?” Keith asked.

“They’re working as fast as they can, but I think it would only distract them to be worrying about Lance right now,” Shiro admitted. “We’re just going to have to sit tight for a while.

Lance was still trying to stifle his coughing as much as he possibly could. 

“Why’s he–”

“He’s afraid of infecting me,” Keith said. “I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but you know Lance.”

“Yeah,” Shiro smiled. “Lance, listen, you’re not going to get Keith sick; I don’t think what you have is contagious,” Shiro informed, “So I want your only focus to be on breathing, okay? Feel Keith’s breaths and try to match them.” Lance winced.

“I can’t,” he strained weakly, “My chest.” 

“Don’t push it. Just do your best. I don’t like how grey your complexion is turning.”

Keith was sweating in the heat of the air lock and underneath Lance’s fever-hot body. Lance, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. His teeth were chattering against the cold, which Keith was sure wasn’t helping his breathing. After a few minutes, he seemed to fall into an uneasy sleep.

“I don’t know how to help him, Shiro,” Keith admitted. 

“You’re doing fine,” he promised. “I didn’t want to freak him out, but I think he’s got pneumonia. The door should be open soon, I’m sure of it.”

And sure enough, it was only a few more minutes before the air lock slid open and Shiro and Keith were able to scoop Lance up and take him to the castle’s infirmary to pump him full of antibiotics. 

“You going to bed?” Shiro asked on his way out the door. “You’ve had a rough day.”

“I just don’t want him to wake up here alone,” Keith replied. “He was so feverish when we pulled him out of the air lock, I doubt he’ll remember anything. I don’t want him to freak out.”

Shiro smiled proudly. “I’ll stay with you, then,” he said, pulling up a chair next to Keith’s. “You did a good job with him.”

Keith laughed out loud. “I had no idea what I was supposed to do.”

“I think that just having you there was enough.” Keith nodded and allowed his eyes to slip closed. As long as he was there, Lance would be fine.

The things I do for you people.

I wrote a Darkiplier x Reader fic for the @darkiplier-support-group charity event, and since we smashed our goals, I would be wrong not to post it.

First of all, this is based off of the idea of @ask-sadisticdark, and I thought it would be interesting to write a lot of angst and a liiiiiittle bit of fluff based on someone who can’t feel love. The quick disclaimer is that I am obviously not supporting abuse in relationships by writing this.

Second, I write, but I haven’t publicly written a “fic” since I was a preteen. 

Third, Don’t make fun of me too much for this. It’s for charity, okay?!

And no, there’s no smut, you sinners.

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Cum for Me

Request: Hello! Its me again…*face turns red* Can you do a bucky fic where Bucky and the reader are going on a mission with the team and the reader almost dies, and bucky really worries about her? And maybe with some smut *face extra red* Thanks!!!

Summary: You have a brush with death during a mission and a worried / angry Bucky and you have a confrontation about it in the middle of the night.

Warnings: Angst, Sad Bucky, Smut. 

A/N: I hope you liiiiiike this! 

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To Become A Hunter [4]

*The Final Chapter*

Previous parts

Characters: Dean Winchester, Winchester sister!reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jess Moore [mentioned briefly]

Words: 2900+

Warnings: Violence, a bit of a language, John’s A+ parenting, implied verbal/physical abuse, sort of bad mental health (I don’t really know how to describe it)

A/N: We made it to the last part! Thank you all so much for reading this & all the nice comments <3 So, it might seem odd to post two parts within two days, but it’s just because I promised you last week to post the finale early this week. And then it turned out to be so long that I had to split it into to two, and I didn’t want you to feel played, so I decided to do it like this, to sorta keep the promise :)

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

(I’m out of fitting John GIFs)

Not my GIF


Your name: submit What is this?

”YOU!” Dean screams, his finger threateningly pointing at John, who scrambles to his feet from where he’s sitting, backing away, hands in the air.

You come to a stop, staring at the situation forming in front of you not knowing what to do. On one side is Dean; the older brother who always has looked out for you, and you can tell he’s doing this for your sake. On the other is John; your leader and biological father who you should trust and listen to. Shouldn’t you?

You are frozen. Paralyzed. Your eyes travel to Dean, who’s angrier than you think you’ve ever seen him. His usual bright, gentle eyes glimmer dangerously, and his freckled face is twisted into pure rage.

”What did you do to her!” Dean roars inching closer to John, who continues backing away.

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One Way Ticket Downstairs

Title: One Way Ticket Downstairs

Pairing: Father!Dean x Reader x Father!Sam (no wincest)

Word Count: 2,089

Warning: Condemning my soul to Hell smut

Request by @uttertrash–butlikecutetrash for sinfully delicious Priest!Winchester smut

A/N: I’m so fucking happy with this piece and I can’t wait to debut my fabulous dress I have in mind for my arrival on the red carpet to Hell. See you there! Enjoy!



“So, my child, what brings you to confession?”

“Well, Father, um, what was your name again?”

“Winchester.”

“Right, well, Father Winchester, I have sinned.”

“And what are your transgressions?”

“I want to suck your cock.”

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