kiss my neck not hers

I want you to kiss me. like I’ve never been kissed before. slam me against the wall. get your hands tangled in my hair. grab my hips and pull me closer. scratch up and down my back. grab the back of my neck. kiss me. tangle our tongues. bite me. bite my lips. my neck. my chest. kiss me and never stop. please? 

every bioware animation
  • back of the head scratch
  • a character shaking their head in disbelief or disgust with hand on their forehead, looking down
  • that kiss animation used since origins and in every mass effect game where they very slowly go in, hesitate, bop their heads around, and really go in for the kiss 
  • when a character, usually female, talks and puts their two hands in front of them like a robot and shakes them to illustrate their point
  • a character leans back on one leg with their arms loose
  • the exit-stage-right an NPC does after a conversation ends
  • angry limp wrist pointing
  • neck/collar bone scratch 
  • a slow crossing of the arms in times of suspicion
  • that punch animation 
  • drinking alcohol and violently shaking head
  • a character gives a half smile with an eyebrow raised
  • pointing behind with thumb, body turns very slightly

The One That Got Away

by reddit user bookshelfghost

Lily Harrison and I met at a graduation party when we were eighteen. As soon as I walked into the house, her bubbling laughter caught my attention. I couldn’t help but grin because it was so contagious, and she’d noticed. Already a couple drinks in, she pointed right at me and shouted, “Hey. You’re cute. Come be my partner.” 

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Her lips against mine felt incredible. My heart pounded in my chest, as the intensity if our lips and bodies pressed against each others grew. The next thing I knew, she was on top of me this time. My hands slid up her back as the bare skin of my palms ran along the bare skin of her back. Our lips were wet, and she tasted so good. I kissed her harder, as my fingertips dug into her back, and I pulled her into my body.
We breathed heavily, and I didn’t want to stop kissing her. I knew she was resisting making any sounds by the way she breathed, but so was I.
Finally, we sat up and pulled away. I was on her lap, my legs wrapped around her as she kissed my neck. My nerves were going insane. Electricity shot throughout my body as she left pecks at my neck. My arms that were wrapped around her suddenly hugged her closer, as well as my legs. She kissed a sensitive spot on my neck, as I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, hoping she didn’t hear it.
—  Tigris

*bangs fist on table* HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

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Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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overreact.

klaus mikaelson x reader 

prompt: seeing another woman all over your boyfriend has you fuming, klaus takes it upon himself to show you who he belongs to. 

warnings: swearing, smut + daddy kink. (loosely edited.)

the champagne glass in your hand felt heavy as you watched on. people around you bustled but you paid them no mind, instead your sight was fixated on the scene in front of you. another mikaelson ball was in attendance and you donned a beautiful gown, even surprising yourself with how well fitting it was - classy and just the right amount of trashy for you to feel like a goddess. 

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it’s a comfort thing || dylan o’brien (!!)

author: @sincerelystiles
pairing: dylan x reader
word count: 3,738

warnings: nsfw aT ALL THIS IS SO SINFUL I’M NOT EVEN SORry

authors note: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov

summary: dylan finally comes home after months away for filming. him and reader can’t keep their hands off each other and dylan learns how reader kept herself satisfied when he was away. 


my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo

dyl pickle: will do xx

I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.

“Yo, you’ll be home soon Dyl, chill.” Hoech teases with dancing eyebrows and I scoff playfully at him. My knee continues to jitter up and down and I pat a beat onto my thighs. “Ty, I just miss her man.” I groan, rubbing my hands over my face in attempt to rid her from my thoughts, but it was no use. The thought of her withering beneath my body was doing questionable things to my sanity, and I was honestly beginning to have trouble hiding it.

My phone vibrates from my pocket and I dig through my tight jeans to retrieve it, my eyes scanning over the new text that displayed across my screen.

my baby: oh forgot to say, have fun in the interview baby. i’ll be watching… in that matching lingerie set you like ;) xx

My eyes widen, my pants suddenly becoming extremely tight as I imagine her sprawled across the couch, white lace adorning her curves as she- “Dyl, we’re on!” Tyler snaps me from my thoughts, my throat suddenly very dry and my hands clammy. I quickly stuff my phone back into my pockets, wiping my sweaty palms into my jeans and standing from my seat.

I awkwardly adjust my pants, digging into my boxers to quickly pull my hard on up and into the waistband of my pants. I follow Tyler out of the dressing room and through a long hallway until we make it out on stage, loud cheers emitting from the crowd. I smile happily, waving to the audience before I greeted Ellen with a peck on the cheek.

Tyler and I flail onto the couch as the cheering slowly dies down and I suddenly feel awfully nervous. In my last interview, I was asked verb personal questions in which my answers were taken out of context, twisted, and published online- which, ultimately caused a lot of drama.

“My two favorite boys. How are you both? I understand you’ve only just got finished filming for Teen Wolf?” Ellen asks, lifting one leg to rest on her other thigh. I nod my head with a smile whilst Tyler answers her question. I keep a smile on my face, laughing at some things Tyler says until he’s finished talking.

Ellen’s attention turns to me as Tyler leans further back into the couch, arms outstretched over his head as he looks to me with a grin. “It must be very hard for you though, right? All this time away from home?” She asks with concern and I sigh with wide eyes, nodding my head in confirmation.

“It’s great, you know, working on set with everyone. But five months is a long time from home and it does get very difficult.” I nod, Tyler watching me and nodding in agreement at my statement. “Is that why you take your pillow with you?” Ellen questions, a series of photos of myself carrying the blue pillow close to me. I chuckle at the photos; most of them taken after I’d been on a flight or even just walking around on set.

“It’s funny you say that, actually. It’s not my pillow.” I laugh, Ellen’s eyebrows raising quizzically. “Did you just steal someone’s pillow on a plane?” She laughs, and I laugh with her but shake my head from side to side. “No, it’s my girlfriends. We have this thing that when I leave for filming; I’ll take her pillow and she keeps mine.” I shrug my shoulders, smiling at the memory of Y/N coming up with the idea.

It was a smart idea. It was a sense of home I had with me when I was away, and also a piece of her. I remember how she told me she’d always sleep in my clothes when I were away because it felt like I was holding her. So when she started sleeping with my pillow when I’d left, she didn’t feel so alone and felt more like I was with her.

The audience awe at my confession, a small blush creeping onto my cheeks and the excitement to rush back home to her suddenly grows stronger. “That is awfully sweet. Do uh, do you guys FaceTime or Skype while you’re away?” Ellen asks, her smile growing when I nod my head. “All of the time. A lot of people say that we’re still in that honeymoon phase, despite that we’ve been together for almost five years now.” I chuckle, Tyler slapping my chest as he smiles at me.

Before I met Y/N, I was what Tyler called a man-whore. I’d sleep with girls but had no intentions of being there when they woke up. The last serious relationship I had was with Britt, I was falling hard for her but she treated me like shit. It wasn’t until I met Y/N at Tyler’s birthday six years ago and I saw how poorly her boyfriend treated her. It opened my eyes about my situation, and eventually I left Britt. Two months later, Y/N was having trouble with her boyfriend. Tyler and I went to pick her up so she could stay with us until they worked things out. They never did, and she never left - only when we decided to get a place together, three years later.

“The pillow idea is very sweet, actually.” Ellen coos, and I smile at her, shrugging my shoulders. “It’s a comfort thing.”

The rest of the interview flew by, and I don’t know if that was due to the fact that I had zoned out after talking about the pillow, or because my excitement to see my baby was so powerful I managed to speed up time. Before I knew it, I was climbing out of the taxi and dragging my bags toward the front door of the house. I dig my fingers into my jeans, pulling out my keys and quickly unlocking the door, throwing my bags inside before I follow and slam the door behind me.

“Baby!?” I call out, kicking my shoes off and throwing my keys into the glass bowl on the table. I smile at my surrounds, warmth coating me at the feeling of finally being home. “Dylan!” Y/N’s sweet voice calls out to me, my smile immediately growing. She races down the stairs, her silky nightgown slipping open as she jumped into my arms, her legs around my waist, arms around my neck and her face nuzzled into my chest. I squeeze her body closer to mine, as I hold her from her middle. “Fuck, I missed you.” She groans, her head moving from my chest and I finally take a close look at her after so long.

Her hair was pinned up messily and her face free of makeup, but I swear I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. Her smile was the light of my life, seeing that gorgeous smile could make the worst day better in the blink of an eye. “I missed you too, baby.” I smile, my eyes beginning to water and she pouts at me playfully. “Dyl, don’t cry. You’re home now. And I would say dinner is served, but you didn’t call to say you were on your way home. Do you want to order pizza?” She asks, the soft pads of her thumbs gently rubbing beneath my eyes to dry them.

I hold her wrists in my hands, nuzzling my cheek into her small hands and stroking my thumb against the back of it. “Pizza sounds good.” I smile, nodding my head slightly. A wave of tiredness washes over me and I yawn loudly into her hand. “Do you want to go take a nap? We can order food later, it’s only 7?” Y/N asks, noticing the tiredness that was written all over my face. “Can you take a nap with me?” I ask, and her smile grows. She nods her head, turning and walking away, but I grab hold of her hand- “Wait just a second.”- and pull her back to me, her chest smacking into mine. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, I was holding her soft face in my big palms and pressing my lips against hers.

Her eyes fluttered closed and slowly, she melted into the kiss; her arms wrapping around my neck as I held her by her waist. She hums against my lips, fingers teasing my hair and my hands slowly leave her cheeks, finding their way to the back of her head, my fingers tangled into her hair as I press her harder against me. I tug gently at her hair, a soft gasp slipping from her parted lips, and I take the opportunity to slither my tongue into her mouth. She groans at the action, her wet tongue massaging my own and a low whine emits from her lips.

“I thought you wanted to take a nap?” She mumbles, her words muffled by my mouth and my hands leave her hair, running down her waist until they knead her ass through the silky material of her robe. Y/N whimpers, her back arching, ass pressing harder into my hand and her chest presses closer against mine. I hum back in appreciation, squeezing her ass harder and sliding my hands beneath her robe. “But I want you more.” I growl, my hands resting beneath her thighs as I lift her from the ground.

She wraps her legs around my waist, my hands around her ass. Y/N tugs at my hair, lips messily crashing together as I carry her up the stairs, our sloppy kiss never breaking until I kick the door open, throwing her onto the bed. She lays on her back, leaning on her elbows. Her hair was sprawled out around her, her rode wide open and I stare down at her hungrily. Not wasting another second, I tore my shirt off my torso, unbuttoning my pants as they slide down my legs and I step out of them; the tent in my boxers growing.

She wiggles in the sheets, the sweet melody of her giggle erupting from her lips as I crawl between her open legs. Her hands tangle into my hair, pulling me closer to her with a smirk on her face, slowly pressing her lips against mine. I roll my hips into hers, a sexy whine echoing through the room as Y/N bucks her hips up and into mine, loving the feeling of my hard cock pressing against her panties. The harder I pressed myself into her, the wetter my boxers became, her arousal seeping through her lace. With both my hands on either side of her head, I move one down to her shoulder, my finger gently tracing over her skin as I slowly nudged her bra strap down along with the soft silk of her robe.

My lips soon followed, and I pressed featherlight kisses to the skin my finger previously touched. The back of her head fell into the pillow, her back arching into my chest as I continued to roll my hips into hers. I groan as the sudden wetness on my boxers seethed through the fabric and lubricated my cock. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping.” I growl, another whine leaving her lips and I pulled away from her. She looks to me with furrowed eyebrows, watching as I climbed off the bed. Her eyes train onto the aching tent in my boxers and the darkened patch of her wetness, her cheeks flushing crimson.

I tug my boxers down, a relieved sigh falling from my tongue as my cock sprung free. “Hm, baby.” Y/N whines, wetting her swollen lips as she watches me wrap my hand around my wet cock, pumping myself as I watched her absentmindedly roll her hips against the air. I release my aching erection, crawling back onto the foot of the bed. I lean over, looping my fingers into her panties and slowly pulling them down her silky legs and setting them beside me. “God, I missed your pretty little pussy, baby.” My attention fixated between her legs, the way it glistened with arousal in the dark.

I slid toward her, snaking my arms around her thighs as I pried them as far open as possible, my breath hot on her heat and she whimpered in frustration. I dip my face between her legs, my stubble scratching against her thighs and her fingers grip at my hair, her chest heaving in excitement. I look up to her through my lashes, our eyes meeting as I wink at her before shoving my face into her pussy. Y/N moans filthily, back arching and eyes fluttering closed. I flatten my tongue between her folds, teasing her entrance as I lick a stripe up to her clit, groaning at the sweet taste of her arousal. She inhales a sharp breath as I suck her clit into my warm mouth, rubbing my tongue against it as she rolls her hips into my face.

“Fuck, Dylan. That feels s-so fuc-fucking good, baby.” Her filthy moans and words caused my cock to twitch against the sheets. I release her thighs, one hand travelling down my body and I grip my cock, grunted in satisfaction as I pump myself to the pace she rolled her hips. My other hand travels between Y/N’s legs, my index finger swirling between her folds, collecting her juices and she whimpers loudly. I pull away from her pussy, my chin dripping with her arousal and her back collapses back into the bed. I crawl further up her body, my hard cock sliding through her folds, my tip grazing against her sensitive clit and she gasps.

“Open your mouth, baby.” I speak, my voice low and eyes hooded. I lift my finger to her mouth and push it past her parted lips. She clamped her mouth around my finger, sucking her wetness off it and swirling her tongue around my digit. “Oh, fuck. You’re so sexy.” I whimper, gently rolling my hips into hers, revelling in the feeling of my cock sliding through her folds. Y/N hummed around my finger, as I pull it out of her mouth and press my lips against hers feverishly.

With my lips still meshing with hers, my hand leans over the bed, opening the bedside table drawer. I disconnect our lips, looking over to the open drawer in search of a condom, but I find something else. My cock twitches at the sight, my eyes darkening as lust and desire consumes my every emotion. I grab the rubber in my hand and pull back to her, my face hovering over hers. “Did you find a condom?” Y/N asks, her voice a low whine and her hands run up and down my chest.

I stare down at her. “I found a lot more than a condom.” My voice was rough as I tried to contain my excitement. Y/N furrows her eyebrows at my words, her eyes following my hand that was by her side and when she notices what I was holding, her cheeks darken red in embarrassment. “Is this what you’ve been using to get yourself off whilst I’ve been gone? Huh? Using it and pretending it was me fucking you. Were you screaming my name, baby?” I ask, my eyebrow raised and she nods slowly, swallowing thickly. A pang of arousal shoots through me at the thought of her fucking herself with an inanimate object.

“Are you mad, daddy?” She asks slowly, noticing my sudden change in facial expression and her hand slowly creeps between our bodies until she finds the dildo by her hip. “No, kitten. Daddy’s not mad. In fact, daddy wants you to show him.” I smirk, her jaw slacking as she stares up at me in disbelief. “Be a good girl, show daddy what you did when he was away. Show daddy how you fucked your tight little pussy with it.” An uncontrollable moan shamelessly slips from her lips, her hand tightly gripping on the rubber beside her. My hand travels between our bodies, wrapping around her hand and guiding it between her legs.

She adjusts her grip on it, and I guide her hand up and down, her wetness lubricating the rubber and she moans in satisfaction. “Come on, baby. Show daddy.” I whisper, releasing her hand and pulling away from her completely. I crawl off the bed, taking her panties into my hand and sitting back in the armchair that faced the foot of the bed. I watched as Y/N touched herself, my cock throbbing at the sight of her pretty pussy smothered in her own arousal, and I wanted nothing more than to eat her out for hours, to taste her sweetness on my tongue again.

“Fuck.” Her soft whimper caught my attention, but my eyes remain gazing at her tight pussy and the way she rubbed the rubber cock between her folds. I growl at the sight, my grip on Y/N’s panties tightening before I carefully unbunch the delicate lace in my hand, holding the crotch in my palm before grabbing my cock. The wetness of her panties worked as a sweet lubricant as I began to pump myself, watching her whimper and moan. “Does that feel good, baby?” I ask her teasingly, eyes never leaving her pussy as she continues to rub herself. She hums in response, slowly dipping the rubber cock into her tight cunt and I whimper at the sight, watching as her back arched off the sheets and a filthy whine left her lips.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” I growl, pumping my cock faster with my bottom lip tugged between my teeth and I watch her intently. Her grasp on the dildo had tightened as she relentlessly fucked herself with it, long whines spilling from her lips and she thrusted her hips into her hand. “I want you to pretend that’s my cock, baby. Imagine it’s me fucking your wet pussy, hitting all those deep spots as I play with your clit.” I growl, turning myself on even more. Her legs begin to shake, her hand thrusting the cock into her relentlessly and a filthy whine sounds through the room. I tear my hand away from my pulsating cock, dropping her panties to the ground.

I stomped toward her, snatching the dildo out of her pussy and she shrieks in pleasure. I leave it on the bed, crawling between her legs and pressing my lips against hers harshly. She whimpers at the feeling, her legs wrapping around my legs and she pushes me off her, causing me to roll over to my side of the bed. “You fucking ass, I was- I was ab-about to cum.” She breathes frantically, trying to catch her breath and I smirk at her, watching as she straddled my waist. “But daddy didn’t say you could cum, did he?” I retort, authority laced in my voice and she pouts down at me.

My cock slid between her folds as she teasingly rolled her hips against mine. “Daddy, I want you to make me cum.” Y/N whimpers, her legs already beginning to shake. “Ride me.” I growl, her eyes lighting up with excitement and she steadies herself onto her knees, my cock standing at attention as she slowly sinks down on my length. I hiss at the feeling, her tight walls stretching out as I filled her. “Fuck, daddy you’re so big.” Y/N whines sexily, my hands gripping at her hips as I thrust up into her.

“Shit, kitten. You’re so tight, god you feel fucking amazing.” I cry out, snapping my hips into hers at a merciless pace, grunting at the feeling of her tight walls clenching around me. “Dylan, oh Dylan, that feels so good. Don’t stop!” Y/N screams, her legs shaking either side of me as her perky tits bounced at each thrust. I could’ve came at the sight, but I wanted nothing more than to feel her finish all over me. “I’m so fucking close, daddy. I’m gonna cum!” Her voice was raised, face contorted and I swear I’d ever seen her look so beautiful.

“Cum for daddy, cum all over my big cock, baby.” I encourage, thrusting harder and faster until her walls clenched around me, her warm arousal coating my cock and a pornographic moan screamed from her lungs. My eyes widen at the noise, my release following as hot spurts of cum shot through her and she slowly stopped rocking her hips against mine, lifting herself off me and crashing into the sheets. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, or heard.” I swallow thickly, turning to the sleepy girl as a lazy smile tugged at her lips. “Sure was, daddy.” She teases, my smile growing as I pull her into my arms.

“Can we take that nap now?” I ask after a few minutes of silence had passed. I wait for an answer, my head shifting to look down at her. Y/N was cuddled into my side, eyes slid shut as her soft breaths gently blew over my chest. I smiled down at her, sitting up slightly to pull a blanket over us and her grasp on my torso tightens subconsciously. I smile down at her, tugging the covers over us and relaxing back into her arms. My lips gently press against her hair, a satisfied, yet tired sigh leaving my lips.

“I love you, baby.” I whisper, holding her as close as I possibly could. “I love you, too, Dylan.” Her weak voice spoke and my eyes slowly fluttered closed with a content smile tugging at my lips.


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An Aquarius watched me as I tried to assemble something for her, and she watched with her arms crossed and laughed at me struggling and said, “Do I always have to do everything myself, or what?” And I finally gave up and looked at her, laughing sheepishly. A simple table. A simple problem. A simple us.

An Aries said, “No, stop right there mister…” teasingly as I kiss her neck, her hand placed around my head as she stood on the balconey with me. “You play too much.” she turned to face me and push me inside and closed the doors behind her and seductively walked towards me. I messed up. She always love to take the reigns.

A Cancer and I were out on a picnic one night, and she laid down and pointed at the stars and the constellations, and I watched her as she explained each and every one. Then she pointed at something and said, “That’s Cancer.. like me!” she laughed, and closed her eyes as the wind blew through. “Being here with you is beautiful.. thank you for being with me, love..”

A Capricorn sat ontop of me and showed me her scars. She placed my fingers on each scar and explained why she did this, but I was busy looking at her as she was explaining. She then looked back at me and said with a smile on her face, “I’m not that person anymore, so don’t worry, okay? When I have my lows I’ll come to you. Okay?” She then grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest and looks into my eyes. To think she was at an awful place in her life and now she’s this woman I’ve grown to love and saw amazing changes from her.

A Gemini slowly pulled me into her arms, and kissed me softly on my cheek, then let me go. Then all of a sudden got pulled back again and squeezed my cheeks. “Goodness, I’m so in love with you. I hate you. No, I love you. I love you so much, but you’re so arrghh..” Kissed me again and just pulled into a hold and not let me go.

A Leo twirled her dress for me and then made a pose and asked me what I thought of it. Before I could answer she shook her head and rushed back into her closet to change, and I can hear her muttering how she wanted everyone to turn and face her when walked in. I said it was typical of her to say that and laughed, only for her to come out in her underwear and sitting down on the bed and told me to take it back or we’ll be late because of me.

A Libra sat infront of me and held some crystals she bought from her favorite store downtown. I looked at her and back down at the crystals, she laughed at my expression and explained me what they were for and what they have to offer. “I trust the vibes and the energy, baby. So trust me on this..”

A Pisces and I were out driving one night, and stopped at this beautiful and secluded area, and we watched the stars together. We talked the whole night about our dreams and passion, and she suddenly climbed ontop of me seductively, reaching for my hands and holding it in hers. She smiled down at me and said, “Will you drown in me? Come and jump the waves for me. Explore me, devour me..” Inching herself closer to my lips. Everything felt just right with her…

A Sagittarius was too busy with her computer game, cussing as she dies and talks to herself as the other members of her party mess up. She then notices me looking at her, and smiles at me, then looks back at the screen. Suddenly, she places her headphones down and walked towards me. Cuddled with me for 4 minutes, and slowly stood up and walked towards to the computer. “I needed your healing powers..” and laughed.

A Scorpio shot me when I stepped into her apartment, and she laughed as I stumbled back. I looked back at her, and she had a smug smirk on her face. She then threw an extra gun at me and told me I have 10 seconds to hide. This was typical for us to do and coming home to her like this is always something I always look forward to.

A Taurus covered me in kisses and laughed, rolled herself on her side of the bed and then suddenly turned around to face me, then hurriedly back to roll ontop of me, laughing. She placed her hands on my chest and looked down at me. “God, look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me. I used to be so cynical about the world and I made sure to had my head up high all proud and.. you, you beautiful asshole. You’re bringing back the old me..” She leans down to kiss me passionately.

A Virgo rested her head on my chest and trailed her fingertips on my chest, “You mean well and I can tell.. But look me in the eyes and tell me you love me, honestly. I don’t want to play anymore games. This is my ultimatum.” She lifted herself up to look into my eyes. I stared deep into those brown eyes. Her lips a little quivering. She was scared, she’s been hurt too many times and she’s opening up to me. I slowly leaned to kiss her, and said I do. She slowly let out a sigh of relief. “Good. You didn’t lie..” and smiled and started to act goofy with me.

—  The Little Things

exmagicianwannabe  asked:

Hi! Can we please analyze their every move from Bughead's almost sex scene starting from the moment he says I love you?

Girl, let’s talk.

  • The way he just throw his beanie to the side, like it’s such an immediate casual decision, done with such determination and no hesitation.
  • HE SAID IT FIRST. We were all so ready for Betty to tell him after her scene with Alice but he said it first and he wasn’t nervous or unsure, he didn’t stammer his way through it. And then he said it again, because he just knows it to be true. 
  • The fact that he looks like he’s going to cry when she says it back, again with no hesitation, ended me. His shoulders look a little hunched like despite his certainty he’s always ready for rejection when facing someone he loves, but his eyes are so open and earnest and she says it back and he’s so thankful and relieved and in awe with the force that is Betty Cooper that he just can’t take it. 
  • Let us relive the moment when we were all like aww their song is playing, aww look at this more intense kiss like in episode 8, aww bughead is so pure- HE PICKED HER UP. 
  • And he full on grins it’s difficult to catch in the shot but he grins and she giggles and we all hit the floor. 
  • Oh so we probably aren’t gonna get any more bughead here we’re onto varchie now that’s cool- THAT ISN’T VARCHIE!! Jughead Jones, lonely emo writer boy has just picked up Betty Cooper and slammed her against the kitchen cabinets on top of the counter. Is this heaven? Is this what it’s like, it must be. 
  • They’ve been keeping some secrets from us because they’re like panting into each others mouths it’s barely even kissing anymore and Betty is like what is this top doing here I don’t need this???
  • And Jughead is all scrambly trying to help her get it off but his fingers can’t find purchase so he just chases hers until he gives up and just cups her neck and kisses her again. 
  • Betty Cooper is not to be outdone however, get the damn attractive sweater off, Juggie. We don’t need that anymore. 
  • So like how many times can we talk about the way his thumb rests on her chin and her jaw and her throat?? Like how many times is acceptable before we have to admit we’re insane????
  • Betty mouthing ‘yes’. Enough said. 
  • Jughead has a thing for Betty’s neck, this much is completely obvious and I’m living. 
  • Betty’s knee is hitched up Jughead’s side as far as his hand was tucked beneath her skirt and I think my soul just left my body.
  • Jughead kissing Betty’s neck, moving lower to her shoulder and then stop the damn presses. Mr Jones has just grazed his teeth against her collarbone. I’m so not ok. Boy knows what he’s doing, and he’s doing gooooood.
  • And then coitus interruptus. Damn you Southside Serpents, damn you. (but also praise you for giving Juggie leather. Just, thank you. Sincerely.)

If anybody has anything to add then I’m so game.