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Self Love masterpost for witches

❤ Bath Spells:

ROMANCE MYSELF BATH SPELL - For showing yourself love, care and romance.

SOOTHING BATH SPELL - For calming stresses and anxiety.

LOVEY DOVEY BATH - To draw romantic vibes and fall more in love with yourself.

SELF LOVE BATH - It is important to remember that you are loved.

PEACE BATH SPELL - Turn worrisome thoughts into a peaceful mind.

❤ Simple Spells: 

SELF LOVE SPELL - For realisation of worth.

SELF LOVE AND HEALING SPELL BOTTLE - Heal your heart and make more room for self love to grow.


A SPELL TO ALLEVIATE SELF HATRED - Get rid of self-hate.

SPELL FOR EMOTIONAL HEALING AND MOVING FORWARD -  Let go of things that are keeping you fro self love and care.

❤ Banishing Negativity:

SELF LOVE / BANISH NEGATIVITY SPELL - End negative thoughts about yourself.

BANISH NEGATIVE ENERGY SPELL - Send away negativity that is interrupting your self-love.

❤ Glamour Spells:

I AM RADIANT - Boost self love and confidence.

CONFIDENCE AND BEAUTY SPELL  - Feel good about yourself!

FOUNDATION BEAUTY SPELL -  Increase self-esteem and confidence, and let your true inner beauty shine through.

CONFIDENCE MIRROR SPELL - See your beauty and worth when you look at yourself.

❤  Battles/Jars/Sachets:

SELF LOVE SACHET - Long term self love keepsake.

SELF LOVE JAR - Ritual and keepsake.

“SELF LOVE” SPELL JAR - I am lovely, I am divine, I am kind.

Forsythe - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Can I please have a Jughead fic where Y/n (confident, tough girl) is being playful and making fun of Jugheads real name when they’re at her house and he starts a tickle fight out of revenge being 100% done with her shit, despite thinking it’s adorable.

Anonymous said:

Fluffy & cute af Jughead imagine where you two have always been best friends and jug has been trying to hide the fact that he’s in love with you until he finally confesses his feelings and so you admit you feel the same way 😊 Love your writing btw x

Originally posted by squintlovely

I couldn’t help but combine these two ideas! I hope you’re both okay with this and I’m sorry it’s so short!!!

“What does that even mean?” You asked while grabbing your phone. Jughead spun around in your desk chair to look at you. You were sitting on your bedroom floor still giggling over  how his dad used his full name when she picked him up to come over.. “It doesn’t matter, Y/N, just drop it,” he said turning back to type away at his novel. You let out another adorable giggle that, even though you couldn’t see it, made Jughead smile. “Forsythe Pendleton, it sounds almost royal,” you let out a fake gasp, “Are you a long lost prince?” Jughead turned to look at you while trying to suppress a smile, “Wouldn’t that be interesting, me as a prince.” You let out a laugh, “You don’t have the manners!” He gave you a smile and you typed on your phone.

“According to, you are suppose to be kind, hospitable, and friendly,” you let out another laugh. He just rolled his eyes while he looked at his computer screen. The original plan for when he came over to your place was to have you proofread the drafts of his novels. He didn’t bring this up of course, but Jughead also wanted to tell you about how he truly felt about you, his best friend. He had been harboring feelings for you since the 6th grade, and after around four years of hiding, he finally felt confident enough to tell you. Those plans were soon scrapped when you heard his real name. He didn’t mind the teasing, not really, he just had other things on his mind. “I wonder what Pendleton means,” you voice broke him from his thoughts. “Oh this one suits you,” you said getting up to show him the results. You leaned over him, your arm over his shoulders to hold your phone in front of his face.

“You express yourself and your ideas through writings or other forms of art. While you are expressive, you like to keep your feelings to yourself,” you read the first few sentences out loud but Jughead wasn’t listening. He had stopped typing, marveling in your closeness and not hearing a single word. “Sounds like you,” you added and you turned to face him, but only to find his gaze on you. “Uh yeah, sounds like me,” he said quickly, looking back to his computer screen. You walked to your bed and sat against the wall, shutting off your phone. “When you’re done with that chapter, I can read through it.” He nodded and you picked at your nails, somewhat bored. Jughead’s finger were typing so fast, he thought maybe he’d have a cramp. He just wanted to hear you talk again. An idea crawled into his brain and he smiled, “So are you done making fun of my name?” You let out a laugh from where you were seated. “Oh honey, I’ve just started!” He smiled at his screen and listened while you described how a guy with his name should act and how he was the total opposite. “Like I said before, maybe you’re a rich prince,” you paused, smiling widely, “if that’s the case, we should go out sometime.” Jughead fumbled in his typing and hot blushed rose to his cheeks. He thanked God that you couldn’t see the blush, but you must’ve noticed his fingers because you started laughing again. To his surprise you didn’t downplay your proposal with a “I was just kidding, Jug.” No, you didn’t say anything of the sort and a sense of hope flooded over him. He added the finishing touches to his chapter and turned to face you.

“And Jughead Jones the third,” you let out a chuckle, “more like Jughead Jones the turd.” You started laughing, but Jughead couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s it,” he said, standing and darting over to your bed. He leaned over you and proceeded to tickle you. You laughed and screamed, causing Jughead to smile wickedly. “You’re so mean Y/N,” he said, still tickling you, “but not like mean mean, but like annoying five year-old type mean.” This caused you to laugh more, making Jughead laugh as well and loosen up on his tickle attack. You took that to your advantage, grabbing his arms and pulling him down to the bed, where you pinned him.

“You tickle me for revenge, Jones, you get put in time out. Who’s the five year-old now?” He laughed fro underneath you, causing you to smile down at him. “I remember when you were five, Y/N, you haven’t changed a bit.” You raised your eyebrow at him, “Really now, would a five year old have such good taste in choosing you as their best friend?” He stared up at you, taking in your stunning features. “Probably not, kids don’t tend to like me,” he whispered and you smiled down at him. He sat up suddenly, face to face with you as you were straddling his thighs to pin him. “But you like me,” he said, feeling his gut tighten with nerves, “and I was wondering if there was a chance that you,” his confidence wavered as he spoke. “I like you Y/N, more than as a friend.” You looked at him, peering into his green eyes before speaking. “You’re lucky you’re probably a long lost prince,” you said with a smile, “so about that date.” Jughead just smiled at you as you rattled off all of the outlandish things you wanted to do on your first date, that he could afford because of his royal family riches.

He just listened until he couldn’t help himself any longer and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His hand lingered on the other side of your face as he pulled away, using his thumb to stroke your cheek bone.  Your expression suddenly grew serious, “Jug, are you sure you want this? I know I’m a handful sometimes and I don’t want you to leave.” His eyebrows knitted together in concern, and he held your face in his hands. “I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, even though you a total pain in the ass.” You laughed and so did he, but he wanted to you to believe him. He carefully moved in a pressed a soft and short kiss to your lips. “You’re lucky I’m a long lost prince with the patience of a saint.” You let out a loud laugh, “Sure, whatever Forsythe.”


This was requested ages ago by @irish-rose-24 and I’m so sorry it took so long to get to! It’s very bad and I’m very sorry 😐

73 I’m stuck! Help me!
97 Take off your shirt

Warnings: Cursing? Sarky Jug and Reader. Bad grammar probably

Jughead the absolute genius thought it would be a great idea to investigate down by Sweetwater River at 11pm on a Saturday night, to follow up on a new theory he had on the murder of Jason Blossom. Of course, you didn’t want him going down there that late on his own, so you tagged along.

“Jesus Jug, what are we even looking for? We’re out here at 11pm and it’s dark and you still haven’t told me your theory!” You said as you pulled your coat up further around your neck.

“Jason’s body was found about half a mile south down the river and he must have floated downwards so I’m looking for any clues on the left bank for a mile up, bullet holes in trees and the like.” Jughead explained, scanning a tree with his flashlight.

Betty and Jughead had been working on the Jason Blossom case for the Blue and Gold for about a month when you had joined into a conversation at lunch about it and from that moment had and been recruited to the paper and joined them in their sleuthing.

You and Jughead had been friends for quite a few years and for the majority of those years, you had been totally, hopelessly, completely in love with him. So when he had text to say he was headed to the forest at 10pm in the pitch dark; of course you were coming.

“Hey Poirot, what do you think this is?” You call to Jughead as you find an odd patch of ground. Inspecting it closer, you get on your hands and knees and poking it a bit. The leaves looked a weird texture so you leaned in closer and next thing you knew the ground beneath your hands and knees had slipped from under you and you were falling. Hitting the bottom of the hole you had fallen into with a thud, pain radiated through your body.

“Jug! C’mere!” No answer.

“Jughead!” Nothing.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones III!” Using his full name always got his attention.

“Y/N? Where are you?” You heard him coming closer.

“I’m stuck! Help me! There’s a hole in the ground so watch where you’re going!” You said as the light from the flashlight and Jughead’s face came into view above you.

“Well what are you doing down there Y/N/N?” Jug smirked down at you.

“Oh just chilling, wanna come down?” You snarked “It’s one of Doiley’s fucking traps for hunting with the scouts. It’s not deep, but I can’t climb out.”

Jughead’s arm reaches into the pit to pull you out as you step on your tiptoes to catch his hand.

“It’s no good, I can’t reach you. Is there anything down there to step on to boost you up?” Jughead looks at you worriedly.

“Oh yeah! Look! There’s a stepladder, let me just get it!” You snap at him. Your feet are soaked from the rainwater at the bottom of the hole and there are spiders everywhere.

“Okay smartass. Calm down, we’ll get you out. We’ll figure something out, let’s face it, this isn’t the most difficult situation you and I have found ourselves it.” He laughs down at you.

Jug was looking around fro something to reach you with.

“Juggie! I have an idea. Take off your shirt.” Not realising how crazy you sounded you smiled up, pleased with your seemingly genius plan.

Jughead’s eyes popped out of his head as he stared down at you with his mouth hanging open.

“Excuse me?” He sounded completely incredulous and you hadn’t noticed the slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Not like Your flannel! The one around your waist! Take it off and lower it down and I’ll climb up.” His face softed slightly at this as he saw what you were getting at.

He unwrapped his flannel from around his waist and throws one sleeve down to you and you grab on. He pulled and you climed up the flannel and as you reached over the top over the hole you both fell back onto the soft leaves behind you.
You both lay there panting for a minute when Jughead started to laugh.

“Only us Y/N. This stuff could only happen to us. It’s always an adventure isn’t it?” He looked over and you and saw you smiling at the treetops and in that moment he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, mud and leaves in your hair and all. But, obviously, you couldn’t read minds. He wished he had the guts to say something.

“Of course it is Jug. It’s Jughead and Y/N, famous for their adventures and countless stories.” You laughed.

Silence fell over the two of you for a few minutes as you continued to lay there, (which, in reflection, was probably extremely dangerous, but when you were with each other you felt as safe as could be.)
Jughead stood up and peeked down into the hole.

“You fell deep Y/N. Did you hurt anything?” He turned his flashlight to you as you hid your face in your hands.

“Just my pride. Don’t worry, I’m okay.” You replied, smiling at his concerned face.
Jughead was kneeling down beside you checking your face for injuries.

“Good, dunno what I’d do without my Miss Marple.” He said with his hand still on your cheek.

You had had enough. This proximity was killing you. The overwhemling urge to kiss him set in and this time, you knew you had to take action.



“Jug, since I’ve known you I’ve liked you and in the more recent years I’ve fallen in love with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way and I really hope that by saying this I haven’t ruined our friendship but I just had to say something otherwise –“ Your rambling was prompty cut off by a pair of lips crashing into yours. You were frozen and couldn’t respond for a second but once your brain realised what was actually happening you kissed back. This kiss wasn’t long, but it was a kiss full of all the words that needed to be spoken and all the bottled up feelings.

Pulling away, you saw Jug smirking at you.

“That felt long overdue.” You laughed and replied

“Yeah. About 4 years overdue.”

“Y/N everything you said, I feel the same. I was just afraid to say anything because, well – if you didn’t feel the same and I’d be lost without you and I love you too.” Smiling, you kissed him again. This kiss was different, with you holding his face and him pulling you in by the hips, both wanting to feel as close as possible to the other.

“C’mon we better go. Pop’s?” Jug suggested.

You both started walking back towards the road when you felt a hand snake it’s way into yours. You smiled up at Jug and found he was already looking down at you.

“You know, this is gonna make a great story someday. ‘Hey Y/N and Jughead, tell us the story of your first kiss.’ Oh well, first I was doing some sleuthing and this idiot fell into a hole, then she asked me to strip off all my clothes, then she got all soppy and started rambling so I kissed her and told her I loved her.” Jughead explained as you hit his arm.

“Always have to be such a drama queen, don’t you Jones?” You sassed.

“May be a drama queen, but I’m your drama queen.” He said sliding his arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of you head.

“Cheeseball.” You giggled.

Looking on, you would have seen a young couple, making their way to their favourite spot, joking around, very much in love. It would have looked like an ideal moment.

It was. The first of many, many more to come.

Eight years pt. 3 (M)

A/N- Hi, thank you everyone for your kind words and for following the series. I would also like to thank admin Cabam for helping me with the storey line, your a doll. I love you :) The smuts for you ;)

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 4 ~

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! Also it got a little kinky, I don’t know what’s a little though…


Originally posted by cuteguk

“Please, Y/N. I love you.”

Where they not the words you wanted to her since you had meet Jungkook? Yeah, they were but they’re a decade late… Where was he when you cried to your mom about being in love with the oblivious idiot. How were you even meant to react? Did you even still love him? You stood there gobsmacked at his confession.

“Mr Jeon, what are you doing here?” Hoseok asks as he walks up the hall to your door. Jungkook never takes his eyes off of yours.

“I had to speak with Y/N urgently.” You can’t take your eyes off of his either. What should you do? Go with Hoseok, or talk to Jungkook. Both men standing in front of you. The past came flooding into your heart, the pain he caused you. He didn’t even notice, did he even care? It was his turn to see you walk away.

“I think we can handle this tomorrow, or Monday Mr Jeon.” You grab your coat and phone, closing the door behind you. Jungkook looks hurt, now he knows how you felt all those years ago. Hoseok let’s you walk in front of him, his had landing on the small of your back.

Your date with Hoseok was great. He was legit sunshine. His laugh, his smile, the way he was so passionate about his work, it was so attractive. It was probably the best date you have ever had, but sadly your mind was still on a certain someone. Jungkook. 

He just wouldn’t stop invading your life lately. He was every where. The one place you felt safe, home, was now over taken by his sad face, and love confession. All you could think about was he actually tell you the truth. Did he love you?

You didn’t have sex with Hoseok. You didn’t feel it would be fair from him or Jungkook, or you. You needed to get your little shit of emotions together. Could you been in a relationship with Jungkook, is that what he wanted. Or did he want a quick fuck? There was a lot of questions to be answered, but once you open them there is no turning back.

Monday morning came way to quickly for your likely. You were nervous to say the least. Will it be awkward with Jungkook? Most definitely. You got dressed in your usual work attire, a tight black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Paired with black heels and your trench coat. You leave for work, your stomach in churning. Your first meeting was with Jungkook, your whole day was with Jungkook.

You go straight to Jungkook’s office to start your day. You say hello to his a assistant.

“He’s in a horrible mood today.” She in forms you. Well shit…. 

You knock his office door and walk in. He’s his back turned to you, texting someone. He turns and gestures you to take a seat, you do. It’s a few minutes later when he finally speaks.

“We have a meeting with the Lee’s in thirty minutes. Be ready.” He doesn’t even look at you. He can’t seriously be mad that you went out with Hoseok. He was there ready to take you out, you couldn’t say no. You dismiss your self and get ready for the meeting.

When the meeting started, Jungkook usual sits at the top of the table, but not today. He sat beside you. Which kinda killed you, because he was so beautiful. You never realised how much you missed him. He was your everyday for years, cutting that off killed you. Right now you just wanted to hug him, hear what he has to say, cry…. It was painful to see the once bubble of happiness, was now a cold stare that wouldn’t look your way.

When it came to your last meeting of the day, Jungkook only talked to you about work that was it. He didn’t even say good bye back to you when you were leaving. Tears were beginning to sting your eyes. You fled from the building, taking a huge gasp of air when you finally got out the door. Your phone started to ring, you didn’t even lot a the caller ID. You just answered.

“Hello?” You said trying not to sound like your about to cry.

“Y/N, thank god you answered. Our baby sitter cancelled on us and we need to leave for the ball in less then 20 minutes. Could you save us and baby sit the kids?” Seokjin asked he sounded desperate. 

“Of course I will. I’ll be there 10.” You hang up the phone and get in a taxi.

When you get to the door, you didn’t even knock and the door is flying open.

“”Thank you so much Y/N, you’re a life saver.” Seokjin says, as he helps his very pregnant wife out the door.

“We called a friend to help you with the two of them, there a handful for just one person.” Moonbyul shouts from the car.

“Okay thank you, have a good time.” You wave them off and close the door. You take your heels off your shoes and walk into the kids play room. Jinyoung and Mark jump up to greet you. You often minded them for Seokjin and Moonbyul. You were playing with them on the floor when the doorbell rang. You got up with the boys, you guessed this was your helping hand. You open the door… well shit.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask opening the door wider to let him in.

“Kookie!” Both the boys shout and jump on Jungkook.

“Hey guys, It’s been a while.” He hugs both boys tight. The sight makes you think, what if it was you and Jungkook who had kids, were married, were happy… 

“Jin called me, he said you would need help with the boys.” He puts the boys down. “How about we go play.” Jungkook runs off with the boys. You decide to make them their dinner, you hadn’t eaten since lunch. So you were starving. You made do with what they had in their fridge. Whipping up a chicken stir fry.

“Boys, dinner!” You shout from the kitchen door. They come running in screaming, they take there seats. Jungkook just stands in the door way.

“I made you some too.” You say pointing to the plate on the table. You take your seat beside Jingyound and Jungkook across from you with Mark. Jinyoung was only three so you helped him eat his food. You could see Jungkook staring at you. It was intimidating.

After dinner the boys had made quite a mess eating, so you run them a bath. They played happily with there toys, splashing about, getting your blouse drenched. You and Jungkook dry the boys and put them to bed. Jungkook sings to them, your heart literally melted. You both leave them to sleep, and you go to wash the kitchen up. You don’t hear Jungkook walk in, until he’s putting his lips to your hear.

“You should probably change your shirt, I can see through it.” You whirl around. You had forgotten that you fot wet and that your blouse was white. You smack his arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask, covering yourself with your arms.

“I wanted to see your bra.” He smirks. “It’s very pretty on you, you look… sexy.” He bites his lip. Fuck well now your panties are soaked too.

“Pervert.” You mumble under your breathe. You go and try to find a jumper of Jins you could wear. When you got back Jungkook was sitting on the couch watching the t.v. You sit on the other end of the couch.

“Jungkook, I um.. I’m sorry about Friday.” Jungkook wenches at the thought. 

“You don’t have to be. Was he able to satisfy your desire to have me touch you.” He snaps, obviously annoyed with you.

“I didn’t have sex with Hoseok and even if I did I have no reason to be sorry. I did nothing wrong. Your the one that just dropped a bomb like that.” You snap back.

“I dropped the bomb? You the one that said you loved me since we were little first, why can’t I do the same. I did, I do!” He shouts back. Your both to heated, that you didn’t notice Jin and Moonbyul walk in.

“Is everything okay?” Seokjin says, catching your attention. You stand up and make your way to the hall.

“Yeah of course. I’ll see you guys later.” You hug them both and grab all your stuff and leave. Your walking down the street to get a taxi, when you hear your name being called. You know it’s Jungkook, you can’t let him see the tears that are beginning to fall. Crying for him like you were eight years ago. You get in the taxi leaving Jungkook on the pavement, he was so close.

Work today fro you was much like yesterday, but this time it was you who was the quite one. Jungkook was respecting you at work, leaving you be. It wasn’t till you were cleaning up after the meeting that Jungkook spoke up. It was just you and him in his office.

“Y/N, let’s talk.” He says softly. You nod your head no and start to leave with your files. Jungkook rushes over from his desk and stands in front of the door. “Please, please just talk to me. Seeing you sad is killing me.” You look up at him, you can see the regret on his face.

“I have a meeting Sir.” You walk past him, opening the door and leaving. You weren’t ready. And not at work. 

It had been such a long day, you couldn’t wait to go home, eat take out and catch up on some dramas. As you walked out it started to rain very heavy, you groaned with no taxis in sight you start to walk, getting drenched. A black lamborghini pulls up in front of you, the window goes down.

“Y/N, get in. I’ll take you home.” Jungkook says with a smile.

“No, I can walk.” You bluntly say and start to walk in the direction of your home.

“Y/N, get in the car!” Jungkook shouts following you with his car. The rain is dripping down your face, your coat has failed you it soaked through.

“No!” You shout back continuing to walk home. Jungkook pulls over. He gets out of his car and runs over to you, his hair is already dripping wet. He steps in front of you.

“Jeon Jungkook are you crazy! Your suit is ruined now!” You shout at him for being so careless about his expensive suit.

“Yes I must be crazy, because I’m so madly in love with you and I keep letting you walk away from me. But that’s it!” He takes cups your face and kisses you. It takes you a moment before you start to move your lips against his, its passionate. It’s what you’ve wanted his your were fourteen, to kiss Jeon Jungkook. You put one hand on his neck and one hand in his hair, deepening the kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly. You both pull apart, resting his fore head against yours, he smiles.

“I’ve wanted to do that forever.” He kisses your nose, setting you back on the ground.

“Me too.” You giggle.

“Can I take you home.” He asks. 

“Yes.” He takes your hand and guides you to the car. Opening the car door for you, you slide in and he goes to the drivers side, talking his seat.

Jungkook doesn’t take you to your apartment, he takes you to his. As soon as he closes the door to his apartment, he’s kissing you. Taking off your wet clothes and his. He tears your coat and blouse off, still in a heated kiss. You kick off your heels, and push his suit jacket off and start to unbutton his shirt. He starts to walk you backwards to his bedroom. You finally get his shirt unbuttoned, pushing it off his broad shoulders. He pushes your skirt up your thighs, so he can lift you up. He has a firm grip on your ass, you wrap your legs around his waist.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He smiles into the kiss, you can’t help but smile back. As he walks you through his apartment to get to his bedroom, you kiss down his neck. You make sure to leave marks where people can’t see them tomorrow in work. He sets you down on the queen sized bed. You back up till your in the middle of the bed, Jungkook crawls up you, leaving kisses and marks all up your stomach and breasts. He flips you over so your on laying on your belly, he unzips your skirt and yanks it down and pulls it off you. Leaving you in your black lacy lingerie. Jungkook bends down to kiss your ass and.. did he just bite it… Yep! You moan loudly, as he continues to grope, bite, kiss and smack your ass. It was so passionate, hot and kinky. Did you say kinky, cause it was hella kinky… not that you minded tho. He unclasps your bra and turns you back around.

“God, do you even know how much I dreamed about this?” He throws your bra away. He leans down to take your breast in his mouth, tugging on the nipple and sucking, while his fingers play with the other. Your a moaning mess under him. He starts to slid down your body, kissing down till he reaches your panties. He looks up at you and smirks. He starts to pull your panties down with his teeth, maintaining eye contact with you, fuck this boy has no mercy. 

“Baby girl, you’re so wet already.” Jungkook smirks up at you from between your thighs. He kissed your thighs, then finally he kisses your pussy. He starts to lick up and down your slit, making your hips buck up into his face. But he holds your hips down with one hand. “Don’t do that baby girl.”

“Sorry daddy.” Your eyes widen by that slip of the tongue, you put your hand over your mouth.

“Did you just call me daddy?” Jungkook says, stopping his tongue.

“Mhmm…. no.” You giggle. Jungkook chuckles.

“You can’t take it back now. And anyway, I like being your daddy.” He has a cocky ass smirk on his face, you love it. He starts to eat you out again. Slipping two fingers into your core, thrusting them in and out of you. He’s sucking on your clit, while his free hand massages your breast. Your moaning his name, along with his new claimed bed name. No one has ever made you feel as good as Jungkook is right now, hes making you cum so fast, you’ll get whiplash. Once hes finished licking up your cum, he takes off his pants and boxers, sighing in relief that the tight fabric is off, letting his erection spring free. He’s bigger then you thought.

“Fuck your so sexy.” You say, pulling him flush against you, grinding your hips up into him, making him groan. You both kiss, as he starts to push in your folds. He kisses down your jaw, as he waits for you to stretch to his size. He starts to move, kissing your sweet spot on your neck. He’s not pounding into like you thought he would. It’s passionate, slow, like he’s savouring every movement, every touch.

“I love you.” He puts his fore head to yours, looking into your eyes, as he fuck you deep and slow. Each thrust is hitting your g-spot each time, making your orgasm hit you. A wave of pleasure falling over the both of you. Your walls tighten around his member, making him cum inside you, his seed filling you up. He continues to thrust into you, riding out both your highs. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting from your orgasms. Your running your fingers through his hair, as he kisses your neck.

“I love you, too.” 

A/N- I hope y’all enjoyed. I’m pretty happy with it. Let me know what you all think. I love feedback, so please don’t be shy. Thank you all for all the support, I really appreciate it x

Thanks for reading!

-Admin Abe x

anonymous asked:

Could you please write a scenario on Guzma getting his girl an alolan vulpix because she's always wanted one but Mount Lanakila is too rough for her to get one herself? Could you possibly make it sweet and no daddy stuff pretty please.

You were too sick to leave the house. You were not going hunting on a wild goose chase for a damn fox Pokémon when you were sick with an upper respiratory infection. Not if Guzma couldn’t help it.

“But I want one.” You whined, refusing a mouthful of soup. Guzma did not relent and instead tried feeding it to you again.

“You don’t need no stinkin’ Vulpix!” Guzma insisted. “Why do ya even want it for?”

You shrugged, coughing slightly but this time swallowing your soup and managing to take a little more.

“Just want one…” you said. Guzma had already begun fussing around your room, taking a bit of the vapor rub from your nightstand and slathering it all over your chest. He grumbled under his breath a bit, complaining about your stubborn nature and the fact that your room was too cold for you.

“Take your meds and don’ think ‘bout it no more.” He commanded, handing you two little blue pills that you swallowed obediently with water. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘till you get well, and even then I ain’t lettin’ you go up there to fuck around in the cold wearing shorts again.”

“But Guzma…” you whined.

“Go to sleep!”

You obeyed grudgingly, turning over on your side and pulling the covers over your head while your big mean boyfriend closed the door and stomped back into the kitchen with your soup bowl. You thought about how unfair it was that he wouldn’t let you go out and get a pokemon simply because it was cute. He went looking for Wimpod in board shorts all the time, how come you couldn’t go to Mount Lanakila without a jacket? It didn’t make any damn sense, and as you grumbled and moaned about not having a pretty little Vulpix with supple white fur and blue eyes the day passed into night and you eventually fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of a dream in which Guzma had been it, you felt a hunk of ice press against your cheek accompanied by a small snuffing sound. You shook your head, trying to move it away. It remained persistent, snuffing your cheeks, eyes and the inside of your ear before an equally cold moist thing began lapping on your nose. When you opened your eyes, two blue orbs with splotches of milky white greeted you in the dim light of the lamp, along with a black button nose that looked like a piece of coal. Six tails switched to and fro, and once you were fully awake enough to reach out a hand and pet the silky white fur the little creature began to bark softly.

“Vul!” it cried, licking your forehead with its icy tongue.

“Pretty…” you murmured, a little tear wetting your cheek as Vulpix gave you her fox kisses. Guzma came into view from the side, smiling over you in his pajamas while your new Vulpix barked excitedly.

“Gotcha a new lil’ baby to help ya get better.” He said gently. “When I took her outta the ball she started kissin’ on you ‘cause your forehead’s so hot. Named her Popsicle.”

Popsicle barked again, nuzzling and sniffing you with her cold little nose. She seemed to sense that your sickness was in full stride, and when you coughed and moaned a little bit she whined, sitting next to your head and laying her chin in your hair. She felt like silk left in a freezer for far too long, even her fur had little patches of ice that crackled when she moved.

Guzma leaned over and accepted your grateful kiss. You could do nothing except feel gratitude when you looked at Guzma, then marvel at your new little baby Pokémon while she lay close by trying to help your fever go down.

“Thank you.” You murmured to Guzma when he snuggled into bed next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. Vulpix kissed you again and again, her little kisses leaving teeny ice patches in your hair.

Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creator.

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Hey could you please do a Damon Salvatore one shot where the reader is a newly turned vampire and she has a crush on Damon but thinks he’s so massively in love w/ Elena cuz she’s like this perfect vampire? So like in the beginning her humanity is on but eventually she gets fed up and turns it off & reeks havoc? & like Damon was helping her adjust…hope that makes sense haha but yea in the end the end up together please? I also don’t mind whoever writes it. Both of u r great writers!

A/N: Oh goodness! There’s so much within this request and definitely a lot of places I can take this; which is really good! I’m so proud of this, I think it’s my best Damon one so far. Thanks so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with! Thanks also for your kind words, Admin Kat and I really appreciate them! - Admin Erika💖  

Title: Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Type of piece: Fic.

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Reader, hints of Elena x Damon (the reader thinks they’re in love).

Word Count: 1,888 words.

Warnings: Thoughts of unrequited love, possible violence because of humanity being turned off, not much fluff, more angst but happy ending. (Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything, love’s.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own TVD but L. J. Smith does!

You looked after Damon, watching as he walked away, counting each step he took without consciously realising it. You sighed, a ball of tension settling deep in your gut as you once again reminded yourself that Damon was in love with Elena and could never fall in love with someone like you. There was no way that you could ever compare to someone like Elena; she was beautiful, smart, popular, and you were… well, you.

The tension in your gut moved, churning in your stomach and making you feel sick. It’d been so long since you’d acknowledged your feelings for Damon, and yet you still hadn’t come clean about them to him. You’d told Stefan, who had been sworn to secrecy on pain of spilling his embarrassing secrets. Stefan had told you to give it time, and you had. But how much time? You’d given it years, waiting for your feelings for Damon to die down, fizzle out, but they hadn’t. If anything, all you’d seen him go through had just solidified, strengthened your feelings for him. There was no end in sight for you.

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I’m All Alone - Stiles Stilinski

Paring: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, violence, smut and cussing 

Word Count: 2,510

Release Date: Mar 11, 2017

*I have to, even if it’s not a request. But If you wanna request one, I’m up for it!* - Admin

You had been transported to a new school, Beacon Hills High. But what you never expected was to be escorted out of school by your crush in the six months you had been here. He took you outside into the parking lot, then rushed you into a blue jeep. You sat in the passenger seat with confusion pushing over you, what the absolute hell was going on? You look over at the boy who had this terrified look across his face, his chocolate hair was damp and his eyes were wide, they too looked the same color as his hair.

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Relapse- Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun

Request-  I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you’re friends with Tyler and Josh and you have a depression relapse?

Okay seriously if you don’t do well with reading about suicide and depression, don’t read. Happy imagine coming later.

Today was your last day you had to deal with your issues. Today was the last day to face the world. Today was the day you were saying goodbye. You were ready for the pain to end. You were tired of the sleepless nights and the long days. You’ve dealt with it long enough. 2 months of the darkest days and cuts that lined your arms, you reached your end.

“Hey Y/N what’s up?” Tyler asked when you called him that afternoon.

“Nothing much, just wanted to see you today.” you told him, trying to not sound depressed.

“Then why don’t you come over and hang with me and Josh. We can watch movies tonight, like we use to. We tried calling you once we got back from Australia a few days ago, but you never answered our texts or calls.” you could hear the concern in his voice.

Josh and Tyler have been your best friends for the past 5 years. You had met them at one of their small shows and you got the chance of talking to Tyler. He gave you his number and told you if you ever needed anything to call him. You called him the next night and he helped you calm down from a major panic attack you were having. They were both strangers at the time, but you trusted them so much. They were so genuinely caring and now 5 years later you were headed to say goodbye. They deserved that goodbye for being such wonderful people. For dealing with you for so long, when you knew they probably just felt bad for you.

Pulling up to Tyler’s house you saw that Josh was already there. You knew there was no chance of you crying, you were too numb for that. You put on a smile and walked up to the door.

Knocking on the door you were met with a smiling Josh.

“Hey Y/N, it’s been so long. I’ve missed my best friend.” he said pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back accepting the fact that this was most likely one of the lasts from him.

“There she is. Best friends reunited.” Tyler said joining in on the hug.

After a while of hearing about their tour the attention was put on you.

“Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet.” Josh said.

“Yeah I’m fine, this is just me. You lied and tried your best to put on a smile.

“Bulllshit.” Tyler said moving closer to you. “Y/N that’s not you. I’ve been watching you all night. You didn’t even laugh at Josh’s dumb jokes that you always laugh at.”

“You can tell us what’s wrong.” Josh said a lot nicer than Tyler was talking.

You stared down to the ground.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.” you said standing from the couch. Tyler stood and stood in front of you. He took your hand in his hand and lifted your sleeve. Josh stood when he saw the markings that lined your arms.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell us?” Josh said and you heard cracking in his voice.

“Tell you what? These are old.” you said pushing your sleeve back down and pushing between the boys making your way to the door.

“Why are you lying to us. Were your best friends. We’re here for you Y/N, just talk to us.” Tyler said following you, his tone now more sympathetic.

“I’m not lying, I swear. I’m just tired today. I’m going to head home.” you said and the boys exchanged a look of total concern.

“Y/N, please call us. For anything, please.” Josh said bringing you in for another hug.

“I will.” you said enjoying the last few moments with them.

You gave Tyler a hug and said goodbye.

You got in your car and started your drive home. You started remembering all the bad things that has happened in your past. All the heartache and all the unfairness of life was about to end for you. You were so concentrated in your thoughts you missed your exit to your house. It was okay with you though because you were enjoying the breeze as you drove down the vacant highway.

Once arriving home you walking in and dropped your purse, jacket and shoes at the door and went to your bathroom. You were so out of it you didn’t even realized the 2 people sitting in your kitchen.

You start the bath and grabbed a razor blade from your medicine cabinet. Placing the small piece of metal on the side of the tube you got undressed and got in. the warm water made you cold body shiver.

You sat back and stared at the ceiling. You slowly slide down under the water and stayed under denying your body’s scream for air.

When your lungs started to burn you came up and tears pricked your eyes. ‘This is it, I’m so close to being free’ you say aloud to yourself.

You grab the cold metal in your fingers and stare it’s sharp edge. Placing it against your skin you drag it from one side of your wrist to the other. You watched blood trickle from the cut into the water. You brought the blade back to your wrist this time pointing it to go upward. You winced at the pain when you pressed it into your skin. Before you could move it up your arm, there was a knock t the door. You jumped and dropped the blade and let out a cry.

Before you could grab for the blade again you were pulled from the bath and held tightly to someone’s chest.

“NO. Please just let me go.” you cried out.

Tyler kneeled down infront of you confirming that you were in Josh’s arms.

“Y/N why. You could have talked you us.” Tyler said in tears. He held your wrist upward and you looked down to see the damage you caused.

There was a lot of blood and your vision started to blurry. Your tears slowed and you could feel yourself starting to slip away.

“I’m sorry. I love you guys.” you weakly said, closing your eyes.

You heard more footstep enter the bathroom and Tyler stood. Josh handed you off to someone else.

This wasn’t the ending you wanted, but this is happening.

“Stay with us Y/N. please.” you heard Josh say once in the ambulance. The vehicle started to move and you heard on of the medics talking, but you could barely keep yourself awake.

“Okay, now’s your time. Start fighting, we’re almost there Y/N.” said the medic.

The last thing you remember was Josh taking your hand in his and kissing you knuckles. Then the world went black.

Josh’s P.O.V.

When Y/N left Tyler’s house I knew something was right. I felt it all night and it killed me seeing her so numb. She always had this light in her eyes, but when I saw her is was as if someone blew it out.

As soon as she pulled away we jumped in Tyler’s car and drove to her apartment. I was a nervous wreck when she wasn’t there. We sat in her kitchen for a half hour before she came home and headed straight to the bathroom.

We both called after her, but she didn’t hear. As creepy as it sounds I stood outside the bathroom door, something didn’t feel right.

When I heard her let out a cry I didn’t care about privacy anymore. She’s my best friend and I could let anything bad happen to her.

Seeing her bleeding into the tub, I didn’t know what to do beside call for Tyler to get help and gold her.

She was crying asking to leave and I couldn’t control my tears. I was shaking and when the medic took Y/N from me Tyler offered to drive me, but I had to stay with her.

Once at the hospital they took her away from me. They said it was up to her now for her to fight. Tyler came in and helped me calm down. Tyler somehow kept calm the whole time but seeing Y/N like this scared me.

“How is she?” he asked me walking me to take a seat.

“They said it’s up to her now to fight for her life. Ty, I’m scared. What if-” Tyler cut me off before I could go any farther.

“Josh, you can’t think like that. She’s a fighter she always has been. She’ll make it through.” his words gave me hope and when the doctor came out my heart was pounding.

“She’s sleeping right now. She hit a vein which made her bleed too much and when she got back there she was gone. We have her stable now and you can go back and see her now.” he lead us back and both Tyler and I stood at the end of the bed.

Tyler’s P.O.V.

I never thought she would actually do this. She was always so happy and she was a fighter. When touring I realized how she stopped calling so often to check in, I figured she was busy.

Josh and I went to her house before she got there and waited for her. Josh was a lot more nervous than I was. Thank god he was by the bathroom, otherwise we might not be standing in this hospital room right now.

I took a seat on her left side while Josh was on her right.

She woke up after a few hours and I knew neither one of us had plans on leaving her alone.

Y/N’S P.O.V.

You woke up in the hospital with your wrist wrapped in white bandages. You were so close to making it out, but the reasons you stayed were to the left and right of me. 

“Hey there.” Tyler said softly.

You looked at him and smiled the best you could. You were so tired and weak feeling.

You had just seen death and it wasn’t as good as you fantasied. You realized how much you wanted to stay here, on Earth with your two best friends. 

“That smile, god I love it.” Josh said kissing your knuckles again.

“I’m sorry I never said anything.” you said not being able to look at either on of them. this was going to probably scar them for life.

“Hey, don’t be. We don’t have to talk about it right now, if you don’t want to.” Tyler said pushing your hair out of your face.

“Thank you. Thank you for being there and thank you fro saving my life.” you said and the last part had more meaning to it then they would ever know. Not only did they call for help and stop you, but they were the reason you fought so hard earlier to stay alive. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too Y/N. So much, you would never believe how much you mean to us. You’re like out little sister and we would do anything to help you.” Josh said.

You were so lucky to have these two as your friends. They were always there for you even when you didn’t want it. They always just knew that right times when to either leave you alone or when to cancel all their plans to make sure your okay.

“We’re not letting you go Y/N, you’re like Josh said, you’re basically our sister and well fight anyone and all your demons for you.” Tyler said.

“Yeah, now get some rest, okay?” Josh added noticing how tired you were feeling.

With that you laid back in the bed and closed your eyes. You knew they would be there for you when you woke up. They would be there for you everyday you woke up from now on. This was the first time in a while that you actually felt wanted and loved. 

A/N: Just so you know, if I ever post a really depressing piece like this one I’ll post a happier one later just because I feel bad.

anonymous asked:

can i request headcanons for jumin, v, and zen dating MC who is a model?


  • you are not just any kinda model, no, no, no…You are an Angel, a Victoria secret  Angel.

Originally posted by behindthebutterfly

  • Jumin never talk about your very symmetrical factions but He had a feeling of seeing you somewhere before
  • Before you tell him about your modeling, Sarah recognizes you and OHH BOI she was fangirling and SUPER jealous. 
  • And instead of saying that you were plain or normal looking she said that you were a slut and whore because you model in underwear in front of millions of people.
  • The whole kiss happens, sarah leaves and you tell him that you are a model Vs angel.
  • He is like

Originally posted by ladygagasjs

  • Jumin Finally recognized you from, His father forced him to go on a Victoria Secret runway but he didn’t put attention since he wasn´t interested.
  • He didn´t want that so many people saw you showing a lot of skin but since it was your job he understands it but he saw super protective.
  • His father was proud but Jumin told him that he didn´t choose you because of your appearance on like him.
  • Fuck Zen! Mc do you want to be the main model of our company?


  • “The hottest couple ever!” that was writing in all the celebrities magazines
  • Zen recognized you since the first moment he saw you.And he was like:

Originally posted by la-vida-con-rock-lml

  • He admired your modeling career
  • Your Relationship bust up both of your careers, and because of that people thought that your Relationship was fake.
  • But Zen and you took a personal interview from a very famous magazine and told them the much you love each other.
  • Everything you two did was on the magazines and, tv shows.A lot of paparazzi followed you everywhere.
  • A lot of companies call you two fro modeling like a couple.
  • Since zen was on more musicals, you two decline all the offers. (jumin too)


  • Since he was blind, You felt that he saw your interior and not your exterior. (He will do that if he was blind or not)
  • And after the eye surgery, he treat you THE SAME FUCKING way.
  • In your modeling career, you were only “the sexy type” because that was what photographers always saw on you.
  • But when you saw the photo V took of you in the park, you didn´t saw “sexy” you saw pureness and love.

Originally posted by aniweak

  • “Thank you” was the only thing you could say.
  •  V  understand why you were crying because he saw other models react the same way to his photos.
  • You felt Beautiful for the first time in years.
  • You didn´t saw a Sex object you saw love.

I´m not saying that all models feel like in V´s reaction. Models are human after all and sometimes they need a boost of confidence.

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