denim layering

Lust & Errors 03 (AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral.

Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: Okay so, basically this chapter is the start of a lot of stuff, and I actually removed some things from this chapter and will be posting it in the next one. Simply because things will flow better with me doing that. I’m not entirely happy with this, because it’s rushed, but oh well. It’s the start of flashbacks, which I’ll be including a lot in future chaps.  “✐” means flashback and two of them means end of flashback.


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You smiled down at your result papers on your desk, a sense of pride in your chest from acing the test today. It was a nice feeling, to know your hard work payed off in some aspects of your life. But you shook your head at the negativity trying to cloud your mind, refusing to let the rejection of Choi Seunghyun’s dance academy ruin your good mood right now.

The classroom was silent as everyone mulled over their results - some students looked pleased, while others had poker faces.

A piece of paper being slipped in front of you by your left desk neighbor, Sohyun, caught your eye and you realized it was a note. After checking and making sure the teacher wasn’t paying any attention to you, you grabbed the paper and unfolded it under your desk.

tutor me babe” Was what it said, and you looked over at Sohyun in confusion, (why was she asking you to tutor her? As far as you knew, she was one of the better scoring students like yourself. And what was she doing calling you babe?) but she just shook her head at you and pointed to the guy behind her, letting you know she was just passing along the note for him.

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riptides: slapping


Dean didn’t know sex could be like this. Not that he hasn’t had plenty of good sex in his life. He’s been around the block a few times, seen and rode that rodeo, but Cas is… something else. Was from the moment Dean laid eyes on him. Now Dean walks around smelling like Cas’s penchant for weed and incense and doesn’t even give a single flying fuck because the sex is that good.

Cas answers the door shirtless, a joint in hand, and welcomes Dean in with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He’s really beautiful in his own space covered in haphazard piles of books. Once Dean tried to say it, describe the kind of grace Cas holds inside his own body, but Cas just laughed and rolled his eyes so Dean hasn’t tried since. That was one of the times Cas got Dean to smoke with him so it was probably an incoherent jumble of sort-of syllables anyway.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, like he always does.

“Heya, Cas,” Dean says, like he always does.

“Have I ever told you my real name?” Cas says.

Dean pauses mid-way through shrugging out of his jacket. “Cas isn’t your real name?”

“It is, it’s just not my full name.” Cas takes a hit, turns his head to blow the smoke away from Dean. “Castiel. Can you believe that shit? My brothers are Michael and Gabriel, and I’m Castiel.”

Dean considers it, mouthing the word without actually speaking. “I like it.”

“Also, my brothers are named after archangels, and I’m named after the Angel of Thursday.”

“Angels, huh? Didn’t expect you to be religious.”

“They are. I’m not. I’m the godless heathen of the family.” Cas laughs harshly and takes another hit. He’s going through the joint faster than usual.

Usually this is the part where Dean would start getting undressed, but he stops with just his jacket and flannel outershirt thrown over the back of the couch. “Is everything ok, Cas?”

“Yeah,” Cas says, snubbing out the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table. “You’re here now.”

Cas stalks up to Dean, puts a gentle hand on either side of Dean’s face, and says, a breath away, “Can I kiss you?”

“You really don’t gotta ask, Cas,” Dean says, but before the words are fully out, Cas is on him, mouth a bruising force, tongue surging into him to take Dean’s breath.

Women never kiss Dean like this. Women can’t ever manhandle Dean back into their bedrooms and throw him on the bed. Women don’t offer the hard line of a cock pressing against Dean’s through two layers of denim and women don’t get the roll of their hips just fucking right so Dean is saying “please, please” before he even gets out of his clothes. (That’s another thing about women: Dean never begged for anything in his life before meeting Cas.)

“Please what?” Cas says, nearly a growl that makes Dean’s cock twitch uncomfortably under the zipper of his jeans.

“Fuck me,” Dean says, kind of quiet. That’s still hard to say, that he really, really wants this man on top of him to pound him into the mattress, but it’s been something like three months and he’s starting to get over it.

“No,” Cas says, sliding Dean’s shirt up and leaning down to mouth at his belly, biting with sharp teeth that make Dean moan.

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team-bughead  asked:

Could I please request a hot smutty one where betty and jughead have a deal where they can't touch each other for like 48 hours, but they are both teasing each other in that time and one of them breaks (you can decide who) followed by lots of smut. I feel slightly embarrassed to request this 😂

love, love, love this one! Again sorry for the wait, i want to do all your ideas justice so sometimes it takes a while to churn them out! Anyway I hope you enjoy this love and thankyou for your support and encouragement on my work! I love you x

warnings: SMUT!!!!



It was hot.  More than hot actually, in fact Jughead was almost positive this summer was more akin to hell on earth.

It was early July and the heat had already exceeded Riverdale records, making it clear they were on track for a sweltering, unbearable few months.

And for the teenager whose wardrobe mostly consisted of layers, flannels, denim, and leather and of course the renowned beanie the heat wasn’t exactly a cause for celebration.

Jughead groaned, head hitting the back of the vibrant leather booth he was sprawled across. The curser on his laptop screen blinked at him obnoxiously- a reminder of the words that would not come.  

The agitated boy glanced around the crowed diner, finding even more cause for frustration. It seemed as though half of Riverdale’s population had decided to seek refuge in the Chok’lit Shoppe, making it a little harder for Jughead to enjoy the air conditioned space he felt even more at home in than his foster house.

Just as he was spiralling into another brooding monologue about the woes of wanting to get a refill but dreading losing his booth, the bells at the entrance chimed, signalling the arrival of another patron.

It wasn’t just any patron though; it was the one bright spot in this god awful summer. It was the one thing that was making all his suffering, completely and utterly worth it.

And that was Betty Cooper, clad in a tiny sundress that showed off her gorgeous, long, tan legs.

Her eyes scanned briefly around the crowded space before landing on Jughead; lighting up when they met his and skipping happily over to his booth.

“Hey you,” he greeted, unable to keep the smile off his face in her presence.

“Hi,” Betty returned sliding in beside him before placing her lips over his.

Jughead relaxed into the kiss, savouring the taste of her lips which were much more refreshing than any cold beverage could have been.

As she pulled away Jughead couldn’t help but notice the dewy glint on her skin, the heat obviously affecting her too.  He licked his lips, unable to resist the enticing sheen and wanting nothing more than the trace the column of her neck with his tongue.

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Hands off my girl


Part 2!

Originally posted by teenwolf

Prompt:  After receiving kisses from two boys, the day takes a turn.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x female!reader x Theo Raeken

Word Count: 2176

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, Stiles being violent, Theo being cocky, italics used are the readers thoughts and gif used isn’t mine!

Authors note: I stayed up late to post this! Sorry if some parts don’t make sense, I’m very tired! This is for my Teen Wolf buddy @honeystilinski! I hope it’s worth the wait and that you enjoy it! :) x

Tagged: @loveitsallineed @xxtaylorsingerxx @louise-specter @deals-with-demons

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The Serpent Or Me - Part 2 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Part 1

Characters/Pairings: Jughead x Betty (Mentioned), Serpent!Reader,

Warnings: Kissing, one swear.

Word Count: 1441


Originally posted by colespro-use

Y/n’s POV

Time for another day of sub-par education at Southside High.

I parked my bike up and looked up to the entrance. A familiar pair of eyes connected with mine. That would be my new friend and the latest addition to the gang, Jughead Jones. He gave me a slight wave, distracted by the phone call he was taking. As I got closer, I could see a smile spread across his face. In the few weeks I’d known him, I’d not seen him that happy. I wondered who was on the other end of the phone call.

‘…I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Bye Betty.’ He put his phone away as I approached.

‘You look happy? You feeling okay?’ I joked.

‘I had a moment of weakness. Back to sarcasm and misery now.’ He smirked at me. The bell rang for first period. I gestured to the doors.

‘Shall we? English is just calling our names.’

‘Yippee.’ I raised my eyebrows at him. We walked into school and did the usual check through security. The joys of going to a school with criminals. Yes, I occasionally came under that category but we’re not all gun crazy.

‘Hey, I know you’re a sucker for Shakespeare.’ I teased.

‘Keep that on the down low. Remember I’m supposed to be some scary serpent now.’ He noted, with a hesitant chuckle. We reached the door of our class. I winked at him.

‘Your secret’s safe with me Jughead.’ He gave me a sly smile, his hand scratched the back of his neck.

‘You can call me Jug you know, most of my friends do.’ It’s wrong that I thought of the Serpents first, but they’d be happy to hear this, I was progressing quickly. Jughead had started to trust me and that could only mean good things for the gang. I nodded at him, smiling back.

‘Okay Jug, time to help me understand A Midsummer Night’s Dream, cause I have zero clue.’ He rolled his eyes at me before we headed into class.

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