deeply inside

I love when you read a book and you become so emotionally invested in it, and when you walk around public places after reading it you feel like you’re in this bubble by yourself, like you’re so deeply inside your mind you’re actually out of touch with reality

Signs as girlfriends

Aries: very protective, can get jealous, lots of touching, seems shy but actually very aggressive, tries to wrestle you but ends up making out, jaw and neck kisses, wraps their arm around your waist all the time

Taurus: lots of giggling, loves tight hugs, holds your hand all the time, bakes cookies for you, cares about you a lot even if she doesn’t show it as much, wants attention, very quirky and fun to be with

Gemini: knows how to turn you on, likes to leave hickies, gives you annoyingly cute nicknames, rests their head on your shoulder, likes ruffling your hair, likes to take control, likes spooning

Cancer: seeks approval, good at making out, cares about you a lot, big hearted, likes just being in your presence, tries to seduce you but ends up giggling, wants to cuddle all the time

Leo: super flirty, wants to show you off, will talk with you all night, isn’t afraid to belt out songs in front of you, lots of pda, has a folder of photos of just you on their phone

Virgo: wants to push boundaries but is shy/inexperienced, wants to be protected, eyebrow raises, dances crazily to your favorite songs, best friend and lover, makes suggestive jokes to tease you

Libra: very charming, knows how to make your knees weak, tells you how hot you are everyday, likes corny romantic dates, makes you watch chick flicks, happy with a simplistic relationship

Scorpio: steals your clothes, breathes in your scent, seduces you easily, likes sitting on your lap, gets to know you deeply, has lots of inside jokes with you, traces all your curves and admires your entire body

Sagittarius: super chill, wants to try new things with you, likes to let you take control sometimes, loves being wrapped up in you, admires your butt a lot, likes watching sunsets with you

Capricorn: lots of witty banter, will challenge you to think, likes watching movies with you, will lie in bed with you all day, out of the blue acts of love, teaches you new things

Aquarius: innocent and carefree, will beat you in your favorite video game, makes dirty jokes, will just stare at your face in love, dresses up for you, tells others how much they love you,

Pisces: makes you little gifts, lip bites, sends you cheesy texts, lots of light kisses on the hand, cheek, forehead, tells you how awesome you are, tells you all her dreams and ambitions

russian classical authors like guys from high school 

(just some of them, both novelists and poets)

Pushkin: popular guy who’s  good at freestyle rap, untrustworthy lady’s man, the main editor and the founder of school’s newspaper, fluent in french

Lermontov: Emo, loves the most popular girl in school, but also hates her (and the rest of the school too), reckless, likes mountains and the idea of spirit of freedom, good at painting, but nobody knows.

Leo Tolstoy: teachers hates his essays bc they’re too long, writes text in half-page long sentences, cheated on his girlfriend several times.

Gogol: some dudes are mocking him bc of his nose and haircut, has good sense of humour, writes satirical articles for school’s newspaper, loves everything his mom cooks.

Dostoyevsky: likes to stay in the shadow, had difficult childhood, once forgot to return a pen he had borrowed and can’t sleep well at night ever since, poor, hates bright colours

Kuprin: desperately falls in love with everybody, constantly writes lots of love letters, buys expensive jewlery to his girlfriend.

Griboyedov: natural born diplomat, sharp-witted, mood swings, travelled to middle asia once, wears glasses and fancy scarfs.

Bulgakov: smokes tobacco pipe, likes black cats and tweed suits, wears monocle and lots of hair gel, mysterious, walks a lot at night.

Esenin: underage alcoholic, an actual hillbilly, girls always love his hair, spends at least one month in the summer in the coutnryside with his grandparents, always ready to fight.

Mayakovsky: tall and loud, talks about weird futuristic shit a lot, always makes up new strange words, good at debates and discussions, depressed deeply inside, somehow handsome.

Queen Penny

Rewind the clock by a couple of decades and I was working as a team lead for an office supply store. This office supply store has a “copy center” where staff members would print, copy, and scan stuff for customers.

Enter “Penny”. Penny was a middle-aged woman who would come in every Friday smelling like wine, dressed somewhat elaborately, and who would make ridiculous demands on the copy center staff. Penny: crazy lady!

Penny’s weekly Friday afternoon visitations had been going on for a while before I ever became aware of her. She would come in with elaborate letters including photos, keepsakes, etc written to England’s Royal Family - various members from the Queen to Prince Charles to Fergie. She would make the copy staff photocopy the letters, demanding perfection to the point where she measured the margins to ensure the contents copied were in the exact center of the page. Then she would make the copy center staff package the letters and, when she did include something such as photos, inspect the packing to ensure the tape was perfectly even and pay the shipping to Buckingham Palace in London. She would frequently make the copy staff read the photocopied letters back to her. When they had initial refused to, she had called district management and complained so this request was honored whenever she asked.

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Signs As Girlfriends (new)

Aries: very protective, can get jealous, lots of touching, seems shy but actually very aggressive, tries to wrestle you but ends up making out, jaw and neck kisses, wraps their arm around your waist all the time

Taurus: lots of giggling, loves tight hugs, holds your hand all the time, bakes cookies for you, cares about you a lot even if she doesn’t show it as much, wants attention, very quirky and fun to be with

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rationals' dilemma
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she really means: i, a rational, have issues expressing emotion, although i do truly feel deeply inside. it is a common misconception amongst many that i know that i don't have feelings. it's only that i don't as freely express my emotions as others do. this does not mean that i do not have feelings. THIS DOES NOT MEAN I DO NOT HAVE FEELINGS.
A mystery herself

A/N: Heeey so I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted any writing so I’m very nervous about this one. It’s my first Jughead imagine ever, so I hope you like it and if you’d want a part 2, let me know. I already have some idea for a continuation ;)

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.825 


Originally posted by riverrdxle

She walked in like a midsummer breeze, swaying and changing the course of everything under the sun. She perturbed the usually sober times of Riverdale.

And it annoyed Jughead Jones to no end.


(Y/N) didn’t feel good. Her bitter nerves slowly morphed into a nauseous tension which took over her stomach. From the first moment she placed her foot onto the grounds of her new school, the air seemed to change drastically. And she wasn’t the only one who seemed to notice the thick, static-like uneasiness in the air. They all stared at her. Every single pair of eyes fixed her face, supposedly searching for a familiar feature.

Did everybody know everybody in this damn village?

Apparently so.

(Y/N) tried to avoid direct eye contact, although she kept her head high as she walked.

But as she reached the backyard of Riverdale High, her breath hitched in her throat. Releasing a strangled huff as she came to a sudden stop, she gripped the strip of her bag tighter between her long, shaky fingers and replaced it further on her shoulder. A sea of students was laying before her frozen figure, hundreds of eyes piercing her skull and rummaging through her mind.

(Y/N) sighed deeply and swallowed the tight lump in her throat, before urging her unsteady feet to move forward, slicing right through the yard filled with students. She held a confident pace in her step, although the heart burned by a mocking fire threatened to burst out of her chest at any moment.  

It was going to be a long day.


She didn’t expect to find herself into such a place so soon. She didn’t expect to place a single foot inside it at all, actually.

(Y/N) stood in the doorway of what seemed to be a fast food. Pop’s was filled with students which crowded the booths around the powerfully lit dine. Their loud voices travelled across the room, hitting walls and piercing (Y/N)’s ears. It was all too noisy and crowded in there for her liking, and if wasn’t for the frozen water droplets which bit at her exposed skin, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place. Not now, at least. But there was no other choice, was it?

She stole a quick glance outside and felt her eyebrows lower, urging her lids to shield her eyes more than they already had. A sharp breath passed her lips and she adjusted the strip of her bag on her shoulder once again, before scanning the room rapidly.

A mild grimace crossed her features as she acknowledged the only free spot in the entire room. It was an isolated booth, occupied by a boy she recognised briefly. A picture of their eyes connecting during classes flashed through her brain.

Lonely, raven locks hanged loosely across his forehead, narrowed eyes mirrored the shining words written on the screen of his laptop and lips pressed together tightly into a straight line.

And, of course, a grey beanie covered his head, shielding him and making him impossible to ignore at the same time.

Jughead Jones.

(Y/N) was going to sit next to Jughead Jones.

Gathering the last bit of courage in her body, (Y/N) approached his table sheepishly, her hands shoved deeply inside her pockets and her eyes wide with anticipation. Swallowing the bitter lump in her throat, she let the words drift off her tongue.

“Um- excuse me?”

His eyes snapped towards her almost instantly and (Y/N) struggled to keep herself from flinching at the sharp look she received.

“Would you mind if I sit down? It’s all crowded in here, and outside it’s raining, so I can’t actually go-”

“Fine.” he replied shortly, before his stare returned to the screen of his laptop and his fingers began typing vigorously.

(Y/N)’s chest fell as she exhaled with relief and gingerly slid into the seat opposite from the boy.

She quickly took out a pencil, a small notebook and a pair of headphones, which she connected to her phone. Gathering her bag close, she shrunk deeper into the corner near the window and leaned her head against the cold glass. She closed her eyes for a brief second, letting a soft sigh escape her lips and basking in the cool sensation which spread through her temple, before tilting her head and scribbling down a few words on the paper.

Soon enough, the words began flowing inside her head, filling her with a familiar sensation of assurance. The pen left black marks onto the white sheet and while she filled pages after pages with thoughts and drawings, a silvery, rhythmic murmur began dripping from her lips.

With a brief tilt of her head, her eyes slowly travelled towards the raven haired boy. She felt herself freeze when her eyes locked with his.  


He had been watching her all along. From the first damned moment she entered Pop’s, all uncertain and awkward, to when she leaned her head against the window and began bloody singing.

The sound of her silvery voice and the continuous scribbling of her pencil on the paper kept him from his writing.

For a reason he didn’t know, her presence made his chest constrict with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. Uneasiness seemed a poor choice of words, but it was the closest to what he was experiencing of them all. The nerves bubbled up inside his stomach, probably waiting for the perfect moment to burst.

At first, when she showed up next to him and asked if she could sit down, he thought ignoring her would be easy. But he was so… fucking wrong.

He remembered her. From the moment he caught her Y/E/C eyes, he remembered. Seeing them in every class that day, seeking for them whenever she wasn’t there. He remembered the shy smile she gave when the teacher presented her to the rest of the class. He remembered the gleam in her eyes during Psychology, when they talked about human rights and abstract concepts like love. He remembered the burning passion in her voice and the intelligence which shined through her actions and thoughts.

He remembered all of her, and it seemed like a curse.

Fuck…  

She was probably the most distracting person he’d ever seen in his entire life.

The way she bit her lip in thought, or the way she hummed contently when a phrase she liked came up to her mind. It was all too fascinating for Jughead, a concept he couldn’t understand. The way her hair fell into her face and the way she just didn’t bother to push it away made him boil with the urge to brush it to the side with a gentle touch.

Even though it started with secret glances he stole at her crunched figure, he just found his eyes and brain wanting more, to return to the sight of her face. So, after a while, he just gave up on his tentatives of writing and focused on her entirely.

Jughead stared at her. At how her expressions changed with a flash, at the soft smile which warmed her lips from time to time, followed by a private sigh, and at her piercing, radiating eyes, which stared off into the lonely distance.

It felt… strange. Strange and highly inappropriate, he thought of a better label for his odd interest in the girl.

She was new to this town. That was her first day in a new school, with new people and different surroundings. She was a stranger to him, a girl he’d just seen around for a few hours, before she came to Pop’s, where she sat down in front of him.

Why had he said yes in the first place?

Jughead clenched his jaw and felt his fingers curl in annoyance.

It was an understatement to say he was confused… and pissed. Maybe a little bit at her, because she was so damn captivating and enchanting and just… different from all the girls he’d seen. But mainly at him, for taking such an interest in her, for his sudden change. He felt like the wall of ignorance and cold feelings he managed to build over the years was now crumbling down… because of one person.

(Y/N).

She made his temper falter slightly, just by… existing. And being there, present, sitting next to him, and murmuring so beautifully it made him grimace.

She acted so natural. So… carefree and oblivious. She seemed lost to this world, caught between the walls of her own mind, enchanted into a dance with her own thoughts…

He was still staring. Probably more intently, by now.

Shit…  

Was it even healthy? 

Probably not.   

And that made a crisp, thin feeling of fear creep into his soul, tickling the sides of his shielded heart and sending shivers down his spine.

But a sudden change into his view seemed to snap Jughead out of his trance. 

He found himself staring into (Y/E/C) orbs, which watched back with surprise. He quickly came to acknowledge all of her figure, his gaze shifting from her eyes, and shook his head slightly. 

He returned to the screen of his laptop, a pale blush warming his cheeks, hoping she’d go back to writing just as well. But he could feel her stare piercing through his head and lurking through his mind. He heard a ruffling noise as Y/N changed her position so she was facing him properly.

“You’re blushing” a soft voice rang inside his ears.


(Y/N) couldn’t help it. She didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it just slipped off her tongue.

The sight of the turbulent feelings which swam inside his eyes tickled her interest. They held a blurry surface, like a broken mirror, so no one could see inside.

(Y/N) felt intrigued in an odd way by the boy beside her.

Aside from the fact that he was damn right staring at her, she found it strange that he immediately looked away. She didn’t expect Jughead to be so… sensitive, she might say. Let alone to see him blush.

(Y/N) shifted again, placing her bag down from her lap and leaning forward a little bit to peer at the boy. The sight of his red cheeks and embarrassed expression sent her lips into a smirk.

He continued to stare at the screen of his laptop for a few moments, before finally turning his attention to her.

She smiled tenderly in his direction and he felt something melt inside him.

Shaking her head at his silence, (Y/N) withdrew her hand.

“I’m (Y/N)” she said.

Jughead’s eyes flickered towards her hand suspiciously and his stare narrowed. It took a raise of her eyebrows for him to finally shake her hand.

“Jughead” he shortly introduced himself.

A heavy silence followed their handshake. (Y/N)’s smile faded slowly, her lips pressed now in a tight line. She shielded her eyes, gaze falling to her lap and began fiddling with her fingers in an attempt to calm the fire of her cheeks.

Jughead, though, he continued to watch her with thin eyes and furrowed eyebrows. The corners of his lips twitched slightly at her bashful blushing.

“So…” he cleared his throat, an awkward expression visible on his face.

(Y/N) tilted her head to peer at him with interest.

“Seems like we’re going to stay in here for a while” he gestured to the pouring rain outside.

She absently nodded her head, her gaze drifting off to the window and watched as big drops of water slid down the window.

“You seem to like writing”

She blinked, making Jughead raise an eyebrow.

“Am I right?”

“Actually, yes, I do like writing, but it’s…”

She trailed off, with a look like she said too much, but Jughead just raised his eyebrows with curiosity, urging her to tell him more.

“It’s not a book, or something… They’re just random musings I have during a day, or just scattered thoughts I manage to catch from time to time. This is mainly filled with drawings” she held her notebook up “but, recently, I began writing very much in it”

Jughead’s features shifted with surprise.

“So you’re drawing too?”

“I’m not that good at it… but yeah. I just feel like… anything I describe in words is kind of incomplete without a drawing, and every drawing needs a few feelings on mine scribbled down next to it”  

Jughead opened his mouth to ask a question, but shut it quickly, seeming undecided on what to do.

But (Y/N) looked at him expectantly, arching one eyebrow.

“Can I… possibly take a look? Painters and artists like you intrigue me. I can’t understand how you create such masterpieces with just a crayon”

She seemed to consider his words for a moment, before she reached out to hand him the notebook. His finger brushed against hers and (Y/N) fought a strangled gasp from passing her lips, as an electric wave shot through her body.

Jughead took his time to open the notebook and look at her drawings and writing. He admired every single page. She was indeed talented, not only at drawing, but at writing too. Every single word touched his heart. She knew how to leave an impact on the reader, and take them into her mind, make them feel everything she writes and thinks.

Jughead couldn’t help but be impressed.

As his eyes focused on the next page, he felt his chest constrict. There, on the white paper, was his face, drawn with such precision he thought it was an actual picture of him.

At first, he frowned in disbelief.

“Do you draw people often?”

“Only those who attract me” (Y/N) replied with a distant voice, her nose buried into a book this time.

A wide, soft smile warmed his lips and a strange feeling filled his stomach. Jughead didn’t know how to describe it, but again, it was about (Y/N). She was a mystery herself, for that matter.

He closed the notebook slowly, then placed it on the table, in front of her.

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped up and, closing her book, she carefully focused her attention back to Jughead.

“So, you find me attractive, huh?” he smirked smugly at her, leaning in so he could take a better view at her expression.

She stared at him for a moment, before all the blood drained from her face. Her mouth fell open in horror and a ghostly gasp escaped her lips, but actual words refused to come out.

Jughead spluttered with laughter at the sight of her mortified expression.

Even though she gave him a sour face, (Y/N) quietly decided she wanted to hear him laugh like that again.

“I didn’t realise that was you. It was just an image which was stuck into my head all day, so-”

But she stopped herself short, realising what slipped past her lips. She mentally face palmed for being so stupid.

He smiled at her mistake, biting his lip to keep the laugh from erupting again.

(Y/N) decided to look outside once again, secretly wishing Jughead haven’t seen her embarrassed blush.

She frowned at the sight which took over her view. It wasn’t raining anymore. She could finally go home.

Although… she kind of liked Jughead’s company.

With a sigh, she grabbed her stuff and placed it back into her bag, before turning to Jughead. He was watching her with confused eyes.

“Are you leaving already?”

(Y/N) smiled softly at him, before gesturing to the window.

“The rain stopped. I have to go home”

His face fell with disappointment for a second, before a crooked smile lifted the corers of his mouth.

“Well, I’ll see you at school, then?”

Even though it was supposed to be a statement, it came out more like a question.

“Sure” she replied, placing her bag onto her shoulder and waving at the raven haired boy.

Jughead stood there, chewing on his tongue and watching her head for the door, not wanting to be left alone by someone for the first time in his life. Before any rational thought could stop him, he opened his mouth to yell after the girl.

“You know”

She turned around with raised eyebrows.

“This seat is always free, and I’m here every day after school, so…” he trailed off, unsure how to continue his awkward suggestion.

Her expression immediately warmed and she smiled at him brightly, a rosy tint on her cheeks.

“Are you saying I can bother you every night?”

Jughead smiled back, sensing the humour in her voice.

“Yes”

(Y/N) let out a quiet laugh, before turning on her heels and walking out the door.

“You asked for it, Jones. You can’t get rid of me that easily now. Not here, not at school” she said over her shoulder, making Jughead shake his head with a full smile.

A quiet whisper left his lips as he watched her blurry shape walk away through the foggy window.

“I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to”

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Summary: A series of firsts; Betty and Jughead explore the steamy side of being a couple.

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(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)


 La Petite Mort - 1. Innocence Lost

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor

Love is all, all my soul

You’re my playground love

A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the princess-like double bed at the center of the room.  They are in their own world of first time loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.

Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even his own name.

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Spell to Release Emotional Blockage

Forward: My Mother was physically abused by her first husband. She had PTSD and carried her emotional baggage like a nuclear bomb. She carried it day in and day out, waiting for when it would explode. This is what PTSD will do to a person. It will cause you to detonate in public, at your loved ones, at a stranger, or even a flickering light bulb without warning. She’d been carrying it for 20 years. Until she did a spell to let go. This is that spell.


This is not a spell to get rid of PTSD. My mother did not want to get rid of it. It had become deeply rooted inside of her, it made her the strong person she is today. She’s learned important life lessons from her experience. Taking it away would turn her into a stranger who is nothing like my wild, fierce mother. She didn’t want her past to change, she just wanted to let go.


Tools:

  • Geode
  • Black salt
  • Chalk
  • Hammer (Cleansed)
  • Basic circle casting materials

Instructions

  1. Make Shadow Stone- The first step is to make the Geode into a shadow stone. This involves focusing on the stone and imaging your trauma being manifested inside it. The outer geode will symbolize the blockage. Imagine the outer shell of the geode not allowing the trauma to pass. Do not actually put your trauma inside, just create a projection or shadow of the pain. Do this on the New Moon. Continue to do this every night for an entire Lunar Month if you want the spell to be strong. (If you don’t have the time, one session will due.)
  2. The Ritual- When the Lunar month has past and a New Moon has come, it is time to perform the Spell. Cast your basic circle, however that may be. Call Elements and whatever Deities or Spirits you want to aid you in your release. Make sure the circle is large. We are going to fit another inside of it. 
  3. One-Way circle- A One-Way circle is a circle made of Black salt. Black salt is very good at containing strong negative energies while allowing persons/covens to send good energies in. We will use this circle to contain whatever negative energies may come pouring out. If the trauma has been pushed down for a long time, removing the blockage will be like releasing a flood gate. This will protect anyone or any tools that are nearby. Create the One-Way circle especially if you are performing the spell with another person or coven. 
  4. Creating One-Way circle- Use chalk to draw pentagram on floor (the pentagram is used to keep the person protected in the circle. It is not necessary if you cannot do it.) Make pentagram big enough for a person to comfortably sit in. Next, sit in pentagram with shadow stone and hammer. Trace pentagram circle with black salt. Say something along these lines (I believe a spell is more powerful if they are your own words): “Here lies the One-Way Circle. No negative energy shall exit. Only positive energy shall enter. The circle is sealed.”
  5.  Release- Focus on the shadow stone and project your trauma inside it. Say words along the lines of “I will move on from my past. I will not let myself be controlled by these negative emotions any longer. I will remove whatever blocks me from moving on when the stone breaks. I release you. I release you. I release you.” Break the Stone.
  6. Break down- Break down circle and cleanse space. 
  7. Cleanse- Bury shattered geode for a full lunar month to cleanse. Dig up and display on altar as reminder of your inner strength.

I love this spell because it allows you to move on without removing what will make you strong. We sometimes keep ourselves from moving on from our past. We keep ourselves living the pain over and over. You may believe you deserve the pain or know no other way to live and cling to it out of fear of letting yourself be happy. 

Let Go. Be Happy. Be Strong.

I feel so much sometimes it is overwhelming.

I learned, I think, that I need to feel wanted. High maintenance, I know!! I want touch, time and to feel wanted!!!???? Talk about being demanding!! I spent years thinking my ex didn’t want me… He didn’t give compliments, open doors, ask me on dates, take time to observe if I was satisfied sexually. I don’t intend to complain about him. I am sure 90% was just me not knowing how he showed that he wanted me. That I was important to him. I am sure this is an issue that is deeply buried inside me as it has been festering inside for a few days as I am learning others modes of communication. It feels like such a weakness to me, that I want to bury it in the sand and walk away. It is the epitome of lack of confidence. But, I can’t control the past and what thought processes led to this faulty idea that anyone wouldn’t want me whether as a friend, sister, companion, co-worker, or lover. We all have value. So, no burying for me.

Experiment #3 - Request

Requested by anon:  okay okay experiment part two is making me want to SIN SO BAD, so I’ve got request! Sherlock is investigating a case about sex workers who ended up dying, but instead of them being tied up and tortured for the murderers fun, it’s because the murderer is just hella kinky and kills his victims after. Sherlock can’t wrap his mind around kinks and asks his assistant (Y/N) to help show him???? If that makes sense??????

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,424

Warnings: Smut (Bondage, unprotected, rough)

A/N: Not only is this for Sequel Friday but also because I believe we all need a smutty week-ending. ;)

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Originally posted by lovepotterwholockuniverse

| Experiment #1 | Experiment #2 |

Sherlock was at his seat, with his blue eyes glued to his phone. (Y/N) was sitting at the victim’s chair, with her laptop on and doing some research. John was at his seat, staring awkwardly at the two of them.

“So…” John spoke, “You’re fine?”

“Yes.” Sherlock and (Y/N) replied in unison.

“No tension or anything?” John continued.

“Nope.” (Y/N) popped the last syllable.

“Oh, that’s great.” John nodded.

“I don’t get why the killer would tie them.” Sherlock complained, “He had them right there, why would he tie them? Did they try to run away?”

(Y/N) giggled and Sherlock snapped his head to look at her. With a cocked eyebrow, he silently asked her for an explanation.

“You really don’t know what fetishes are, do you?” She inquired playfully.

“It’s a sexual fixation… What does this have to do with the killer?” Sherlock fumed.

“The killer is a kinky bastard.” Watson stated and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

“It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock roared, dropping his phone to the coffee table and throwing his hand up.

“It also didn’t make any sense to you that someone could be aroused by…”

“SHUT UP!” Sherlock commanded and stormed to his room without allowing neither (Y/N) or John to argue back.

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Peanut Butter

Summary: Imagine being pregnant with Steve’s baby and craving the craziest stuff.  
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Word Counting: 460
Warnings: Pregnant cravings, pregnant reader, fluff

Originally posted by from-wizards-to-soldiers

You knew being pregnant was hard right when your learned you were expecting, but nothing actually prepared you for be actually bearing your child. And, of course, nothing prepared Steve too. 

“Steve.” You shook his shoulder. “Steve.”

“What?” He jumped, alert as you stared down at him. “What’s going on?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi dear! I was wondering if I could request a scenario where the reader wants Yoongi to be rougher with her in bed and his reaction to that basically? Love your writing! Thanks love xoxo

Originally posted by bwiseoks

FACE DOWN…

word count : 1.5k

warnings: asphyxiation, spanking, idk it’s smut…


“Rougher in bed… I’ll show her rough,” Yoongi mumbled as he packed up his stuff and headed to your apartment for an impromptu visit.

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To South Asians, West Asians, Muslims and Sikhs:

If today you woke up
In a country whose residents have despised your brownness
 since the day you came into this world 

And tied your turban majestically upon your head

Or gracefully wrapped your hijab around your face

If you left your beard to grow bold and beautiful

Reflected in you is the strength and courage of the martyrs of your faith 

Who chose to lay down their life rather than surrender their beliefs 

Hold your head high and apologize for nothing

The weight of the sins of your brethren is not yours to carry



If today you woke up
In the western world where your existence is a threat to their systems of oppression
And left 6 meters of cloth inside your closet

Or folded a scarf in your drawer rather than around your face

If you stared at the remnants of your facial hair that once spoke of your faith

Whether you call him Waheguru or Allah

You will be forgiven and treated with compassion
He understands your struggles and will not revoke his protection



If you must bear the burden of ignorance

If they hold you responsible for the hypocrites of your faith

Do not create a career out of correcting their bigotry

Remind yourself that you do not owe them a single word
If they try to bind you to those who commit evil
If they charge you with the crime of looking too ethnic
Make no justification for your prescence in this world
Your heritage is not a fault to correct 



If today you watched the news with dread

Praying no one will fall victim to a hate crime
And the next day you stepped out of your home with brown skin

Know you are loved and deserve to be protected

Know you have resilience rooted so deeply inside you
That no amount of hatred can rip it from your soul

— 

DD/MM/YYYY, After the Terror Attack of ____

Simranveer Ahuja Kaur

anonymous asked:

Hello lovely brown queen~ I'm a slim mulatto girl looking for a rough jealous Jackson smut. Can I count on you?❤❤

“Hey! OFF of me!” You yelled as you and Jackson fell to the floor hands tangled in each other’s hair. He growled biting down harshly on your shoulder sliding between your legs holding you down towards the floor.

“Fucking make me you dirty little slut.” He barked out with rage flipping you over on your stomach. His hands gripping at your hips and pinning you down to the brown carpet on your living room floor. The fight steamed from you both being grocery shopping. Males were looking at you left and right and you didn’t have on much simple spandex shorts and a T-shirt. So, you didn’t know why they were watching you but of course you were one to tease back and flirt because you were a tease and you loved to get under everyone’s skin. Especially Jackson. He was so fucking hot when he was pissed in your opinion. His neck veins would pop out when he was scolding you and if he pointed or used his arms (especially when he took off his shirt) you just had to admit his muscles looked good. He was a sexy beast and yes you liked fucking with him. Once he had gotten you home and put the groceries up, he asked you about the male’s and you denied doing anything wrong. That caused him to growl and walk off. You were the first to shove him and run off causing him to chase you and tackle you to the ground. Now here you were his hands on your hips sliding around to the front to grab at your crotch through your shorts. He pressed his hips against yours grinding against you as he tried to get you still but you could help but moan out. Jackson paused for a few seconds before a growl slipped past his throats and he licking your earlobe.

“You fucking like this. You’re such a fucking cock slut.” He tsked spreading your legs wide rolling his hips down against yours.

“Get! OFF!” You struggled to not let your body betray you, Jackson grabbed at your arms moving them behind your back with one hand the other gripped at your neck as he pulled you back against him grinding his hips harshly against your pussy that was dripping wet in your panties.

“Want me to get off? Hmm want daddy to get off?” He questioned again snapping his hips forward. “Or do you want me to get you off?” He teased cutting off the air from your throat as he snapped his hips forward. “My dirty little whore.” He rasped pushing you down on your stomach, moving to pin you down with his arm against your lower back he let his large hands grab at your shorts pulling them down quickly and tearing your panties off pulling the shreds to the side so that he could spread your legs wide. He moved to push your legs up opening you up a little more. “Look at that! Fucking dripping!” He growled slapping at your pussy causing you to squirm. He slipped two fingers inside of you pounding them in and out hard and fast curling them he bit on your ass cheeks watching the flesh jiggle. The wetness from your pussy sliding down onto his fingers and wrist. “That’s my pretty pussy! Mine. Say it!” He ordered and when you didn’t do it he pulled his fingers back to slap at your clit over and over again until you were crying out.

“FUCK IT’S YOURS JACKSON ALL YOURS!” You cried out feeling the pain from him slapping at your clit. Your hands grabbed at the carpet as you tried to move but instead your body was rocked with pleasure from feeling the wet pink tongue against your pussy. Flicking at your slit over and over before he was licking on your clit sucking on the pink pert bud. He moaned against your pussy, his hands moved to lock around your waist as he devoured you. He soon rolled over grabbing you, and when you got up to a straddling position you tried to move but he only grabbed you and put you in the position to straddle his face his tongue diving back deep into your pussy. Crying out your hands gripped at his hair. You rode his face hard and fast, bringing his face as close to your pussy as you rolled your hips back and forward. Pulling harder at his hair you watched as he groaned and his head disappeared between your legs. His hands slapping on your ass and digging his nails into your flesh he helped you fuck his face. Your body convulsed on top of him his tongue diving deep flicking across your walls fucking you tightly as he felt your pussy tighten up around his tongue. You tried to pull his head back after some time riding it you rolled your head back crying out his name.

“Jackson! Daddy fuck yes!” You shouted out as he stopped his tongue midway through you trying to build up your orgasm. “JACKSON!” You cried out glaring down at him feeling your body become red as you grabbed harder at his hair.

“That’s how I feel when I see someone wanting what’s mine.” Jackson spoke deeply his eyes baring into yours. “Do we have an agreement?” He asked you slapping your ass harder, nodding your head you pouted slightly. “Good fucking girl.” Jackson flipped you onto your slide, slipping up your leg he pulled back to pull down his pants with one hand. He aligned back up behind you and slammed inside of you starting to pound deeply inside of you, he kept your leg up pounding deep inside of you right against your spot. He made sure to fuck you hard and fast, sliding your body up and down against him and his shaft, the carpet was rough on your skin and you sure you were bruised but you didn’t care honestly it felt so good. Your head rolled back and your lips was parted wide breathing deeply as you cried out for him. Your breast was hard and your body was starting to catch on fire. He leaned his hand up to grab at your breast rolling the nipple between his fingers as he snapped his hips against your reddened ass. You were so close, your hips pushing back against his, your pussy was throbbing and you could feel him inside of you as well. Neither of you would last long. Jackson slipped his finger down to rub harshly against your clit aiding in your high and in no time, you were meeting your end cumming on his shaft. He followed suit instantly cumming inside of you burying himself to the brim over and over again. He pulled out of you to slowly watch the cum trickle out of your wet pussy smirking to himself he slapped your pussy again causing you to jolt at the sensitivity.

“Hurry up and clean this shit up. Round two will be in the room.” He commanded walking away from you leaving you stunned and feeling blissful at the same time.

Suspicious Room - Request

Requested by anon: smut fic where Sherlock and the reader are staking out in a room across from a suspect’s place and things begin to escalate between them?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1.473

Warnings: Smut – unprotected, rough –

A/N: I have no idea what “staking out” means, and Google was no help sooo this is my guess, hopefully I am right.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by roadswewalk

To get inside was hard, but to find something that could be used for the case on that flat was even harder.

The flat was clean. There didn’t seem to be anything that could link its owner to the criminal Sherlock was after. The detective was getting frustrated, and so was his new companion.

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Revealed

Imagine Stefan finding out on the worst situation about your relationship with Damon.

– Anon Request

(gif not mine, credits to the owner)

“Damon, I love you and all, but we can’t tell Stefan yet.” You started, walking to sit beside him. He sighed and nodded. “I know, (y/n), and yeah, I’m trying my best in keeping it. I know how protective Stefan is of you and him knowing about us is gunna topple him over.” Damon replied and you sadly smiled. “I promise, we’ll tell him, just–I just want this issue with Klaus to be over.” You said, sighing deeply.

Damon wrapped his arms around you and hugged you. “You know, how about we make the most of our alone time until Stefan gets home?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. You giggled he smiled at how adorable you looked. “I would love to, Damon.” You replied and he smirked, carrying you in his arms before speeding to his room.

He gently tossed you to the bed and you laughed as you lightly bounced. “Come here.” You asked, removing your shirt and shorts quickly. He chuckled and went to you, removing his clothes as well. “We totally need to find new ways of sneaking out.” You murmured against his lips as he kissed you, pushing you down further the bed.

He nodded, agreeing. “I mean, we’re best friends but you and Stefan are like brothers more than he and I are brothers.” He said, chuckling. You giggled and nodded. “Or we can make up more reasons so we can stay together longer.” You offered and he laughed, nodding along. “But right now, let’s not think about my brother…” He trailed, kissing along your neck, hands roaming your body.

You were finally naked underneath him, your bodies collided, being near as much as possible, him deeply inside of you. You were both quiet. There were little sighs and moans but other than that it was silent but you and him were in the moment that nothing bothered the two of you.

“Damon–”

Before Damon can even say anything as he heard the voice of Stefan, the door was widely opened, Stefan, Elena behind him, stood there, shocked. His eyes widened, realization flashing through them as he saw you underneath Damon, naked body covered by Damon’s on top of you.

Damon smirked, speeding to have you on top of him, the duvet over your naked bodies. Your looked at Damon and just rolled your eyes. “Hello, brother.” Damon greeted. “I knew it!” Stefan broke into a wide grin, looking at Elena, who scowled. “You owe me twenty.” Stefan said to his huffing girlfriend.

You and Damon looked at each other, confused. “What?” You started.

Stefan laughed and Elena smiled. “We were totally suspicious of you two running of elsewhere all the time, spending time together too much…” Elena trailed. “So we all took a bet if either you and Damon are together or not and me and Caroline won.” Stefan smugly said. You and Damon sighed in relief. “So you’re not mad at me being with ‘big bad’ Damon?” You sarcastically asked and Damon chuckled.

“I’d rather him than anyone who I know will hurt you and you make Damon better, (y/n).” Stefan said, giving his brother a knowing look. Damon softly smirked, squeezing you in his arms in an embrace. “Thank you, brother.” Damon replied.