step lips

How to Animate a Dog Intensely Kissing a Man

Step 1: make contact with human

Step 2: initiate suction

Step 3: begin lip transformation

Step 4: morph into anteater

Step 5: allow the ‘shrooms to kick in

Step 6: oh goodness here it comes

Step ∞:

  6o͝h͜ ̧̛̀w҉o̵̕͢w͞ i̶̫͕̲̘̱͆̽̇̀̕͢ c̵̹͎̞̰̳̙͚̄̀̆͑̀̐̿̎͘͜å̧͙͔̺̈͛̄̚͟ṋ̶̛̺̦̤͓̹͍͆̇͒̽̚͜ s̴̘̮͕̦͔̻̾̉͒̂͋̉̚͜ͅe̛̛͚̪̪̘͕̘̜̺͔͐̈́̔͂ę̛̞͍̹̤̗͉̦̹͒̎̀͒͟͠ ev̵͞e̢ry̛͞t̶͡h҉̧i̡̧ng̢ ͏a̧̧n̢͝d̨ ̡f̵̕e̸͝ę̡͜l͡ ͘n̷ot̡hi̶̛͟n̕g͜͜ ̷̨̛b̵̵̶u̷̶t̵̕͜ ̴̢t̨h̨͜e͠ ̶͢i̧͝n̵f́͞in̸̷i̵̕͢t̸̀͞e̴̸ ͏͞c̴̪̼̟͙̙̖͙͆̓́̃͒̉ơ̧̡̨̺̭̯̱͍͖̆̽̊̈͋̋̀̎͜͠s̶̢̹͙͔̪̭̋̍̈̀̾̈́̏m̡̰̙̝͙͖͕̳͚̼̑̆̏̒̀̃̕͝͠͞o̸̡͇͍̯̔̉͒́͒͟͠͞ş̷̺̝̟͈̝̟̙̟̰́̈́̐͒̑͡ ̵of͟ ͡͝͠ẗ̴͉͍̰͖̪̹͚̣́͋̇̈́̿h̨̡̻̣̫́̓͊̆̂͠͝͝ȅ̸̡̱͚͙͇̮̖͌̆͆̚͡ s̺̟͎͖̄͗͌̂̔̄͌͢͠͠c̴͇̯̣̞̮̄̊́̿͊̃̓͊̕o̲̦̩̭͓͈̭̻͌́̾̾̐͡͠ơ̥̳̦̩̭̜̤̠͌̆͆̿́̈́̕͟ͅb̸̡̹͈̠̲̱̽́̎̾̀̕̕̕̕ỹ̭͔̳̦͓̓̀̂͂͜ ś̯̹̹̠̮̾̈́͐͑͜n̷̨̮̮̥̻̞̉͑̈̎͑̎̕͞ȧ͇̣̼͉̥̆̑̍͂͐̏̕͞c̢̛̞̗̼̘̾̋̃͛͂̋͐k̴̨̨̘͎͔̺͔̙̘̔͗̀̿͡s̴͙̖̪͇̻̎̋͆̐͒̃̽̚ ̵͠.
.ó̡̫͈̩͈̟̤̐̃̇̆̓̿͑͝͡n̢͉̥̭̘̓͌̂̓̓̓̽͠ t̙̝̹̰̲̾̍̾̀́͜͞͡h̙̟͕̤̺̦̗̃̇͂́̿̈́̓͢͜͢a̲̖̥̞̰̥̔̈́̾̓̀̆̈́̕̚͞t̰̬̭̹̃̇̌̄̈͂͑̐̕͢ ţ̵͚̟̻̥̣̮̯͛͂͊̊́̐͑͝a̞̳̖̥͇̺̳͆̒͗͒̑́̀̕͢͞͞b̷̜̖̝̜͙̣̙̦̔̈̃̓̌̉̏͑̓̅ͅl̷̨̧̼̜̞͎̻̩̥͒͐͛̅̅̀̊͒͘ͅȩ̛͍̩̳̙̱̋̂̉̿͠͞ o̷͇͉̣͙͓͓̭̪̟̤͑̔̏̀̆̕͘v̷̡̛̘̖̻̙̪͇̎͋̈́̈̉̍ể̵̤͉̯̰̹́̃̾̕͡ŗ̷̫̜͕̳̉̇̽̾̀̾͌̿̆̿ ́͞͞t̶̴̨he͘r̸҉e҉ ̨̢͟l̕͝i̷͠t͟t̶̵͢ĺ̵͢e̷ ̢͘͜o̵͘v̵̶͝e͠ŕ̛ ̕t͡ḩe͢ŗ̧e҉͘͢ ̶sm̡a͢͠ll ̕a̛ǹd̨̡ lu͝sci̸͢o̸̶̡ų̢s͡ ҉g̸̢ŗ͟o͏w͝i̢n̨̢g͞ ̷̸b̶i̡ģ̸g̨͝er̡ ҉f̡͜͝a̵̢s͟͡t҉e͝r̶͞ ̀͝a̴̢̨ĺ̴l̶ ͡.t͙̺̲͇̳́̇̒͗̔͞h̸͉͔̰̱̘̓͐̐͐̏̃̇̕͢͜͞ę̸̗̪̪̜̬̝̠̀͂̂̋̉̅͟ ẅ̸̧̮̳͍̱̻͕͈̼͂͑̽̍̿̈͑̚͟͞ḣ̵͈̪̳̻̮̰̃͐̄̅̇̒̅͛i̷̖̬̳̼̝̖̟̮̟̅͋͒̌̀̿̌͆͢l̴̼̖̩̯̬͐̊̅̄͐͒̃́̓ë̸̘̪͍͈͚͍̟̱́͊̅̃̓͟ f̶̡̛͎̘̯̖͆̔́̇͂͐͜o̙̯̜̯̥̱̓́̌̅͒̆̆r͍͖̮͔̝͛̿̄̋̽́͌ ̶͢r͞ę͠a̧̢s͜ó͟n̵͟ş͜ ̷҉u҉n̸k͞n̨o̷̴̡w͡n̷ ̴͝m̢y̷͠ ̧͞t͢҉ǫ͘͞n̶̛͟g҉̡u҉̢e̸̴͝ ͞f͝e͢͠el̸͘s͞ ̷l̀i͠k̷̛e ̷ą͝ ̸̸w͞in̢͘͟dmi̷̷l̸l҉ ͡͝a͡g̵͟a̢͘in̛͜҉ ̴ye̕͞t҉ ͜.
a̸̧̛̝̰̫̬̲̥̖̓̓̀͠ͅg̴̖̻̖͎̺͎̰̯̈̏̀̿̌͡͡͞a̵̧̟̙͚̪̺͎̣̟͐͆̎̏̽̕͡i̝̲͔̝̖͗̇̈͗̕͢͡n̵̛̬̲̰̣̭̄̓̃̓͝ o̶̞̘̳͊̒͒̽͒̓͜͢ń̖̜̣̮͔̓̔̽̕̕ç̴͎͔̫̦̬͈̔̈́̍̒͋͜è̶̫͉̖̜̦͚͚̦̄̾̔́͊̀̚͜ ȃ̡̘̩̹̹̻̻͈̃͐̅͘͟͡g̨͉͖͉͇͍͎͋̀͊̇̀̕͘͠a̷͙̲̹̮̜̩̞͊̍̃͐̍͢ͅi̧̼̩̜͙̜̙̹̥͖͗͑͑̍͒͌̂͌͘n̢̬͉͕̣͎̫̝͐̓̋̎̌̐͢͡ņ̴o͏̀ n͡o͡ ̷̀͡í͏t́ ̡͠s͏ļ̶i͢p͠s ͏̢a̷w͞a̢̕͜y ̕u̧p̨͘on̸͡ t̷͞he͢͠ ̵͜͢s̵̶h́o̢͜ŕ̷͠è̕ś͝ ̶̡o͏f ̷s͘͟d҉̴̷m-́͜sęc͜͡re͡t͏s.̨̧͟t̛u̵̢͟m҉͢bl̡r.̢̛͟ç̡ơ̷m̢͜ ̷̀f͢͝òr̢҉ ͢r̶͝e̶͢as͠o̵͞n̷͟s̀͏̧ ͢.u̶̘͔̭̞̙̪̣̫̐̈̀́̔̈́̽̉̅͜͝ņ̦̗͔̫͕̪͈̟͚̀͑̑̑̈́͘͝ḵ̷̢̡̢̡̛̫̻͎̳̲̿͑̅̑͐̋͛͊͞n̷̨̠̩͎̩̺̦̠̤̂́̆̀̈́̍́͘ó̳͓͙͖̩͒̓̑͢͝ẘ̧̝̬̪̩̥͙̭͓̓́̊̍̿͋̋͐̿n̡̻̲͈̟̲̰̠̣͆͊̃̐̊́ͅ f̶̡͉̰̟͓̳̹̞̂͆̾̎̈́͐̕̚͡͡ì̱̥͍͇̯͇̝̮̔̂̊̊͞n̶͔͎̜͇̼͉̤͚̲̺͋̈́̊͂̏̒̚͝ď̙͉͉͎͈̱̬̃̔̈͘͘ĭ̷̡̛͕͓͇̲͈̫̱̀̽̓̚͟n̴̢͙͍̹̬̻̈́͆͂̈́̈̀̒̇g̢̧̗̱̘͔̭̹̏͌͑͐̈̐̎́
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. .t̢̧̨̢̙̪̗̱̦͔͗̀̎̿̌̇̈͌͠͡ḧ̨̩̮̤͇́͗̓̍̌͜e̸̛̛͚̲̝̠̮̟̰̙̎́͊͂̆̂̐͢͟ ṡ͙̜͎͎̙̩̪̺̆̒͗̏͛̋̚̕͟͜c̵̢͇̬̭̖̥̱̯͛̌͐̊̃͋̐̇̆͜͞o̴͉̫̦͎͇̩̰͈͑́͐̄͑̽̓ͅó̴͎͈͍̝̲̭͈̓͋̈̓̂̒̚͞b͖̜̙̘̲̞͑̒͊͑̕͜͜y̝̯͔̼̼̝̻̱͇̮̑̄̏̓͛̃͒̿̕͠ś͝na͡҉c̨͏k҉̢͟ś ͏o̶̜̟̰̻̯͐̔͒̎͌̔̚͠͞f̨͉͔͔̘͚̜͊̉̋͒͛̓̈́͟͠ͅ t̢̰̤͕̱̙̮͎͖̎̊͛̀̚͢͝ḩ̵͖͙̖͙̤̊͂͒̅̋͆͗̚͠ę̧̛̤̪̣̐̍̏͊̈́̈̓̏̿͢ c̷̟̠̠̟͖͙̦͗̅́͊̈́̒͒͋͜͝ȍ̢͙̼̠̺͌̐͋̄̅̋̍̀̚ņ̸̛̞͕̥̖̙̩̄̓͛͘͜͠͞s̸̞̬̯̩̟̥̰͉͂̇̍̾̃͌͂̌̀̇͢c͕̻͚͓̰̙̳̦̤̿͑̈́̃̒͑͜͡ï̛̤͓͕͍̝̈́̏͘ě̸̢̢͖̮̲̤̈́̔̅̕̕͟͞ͅn̵̡̺͉͉̮͔̏̄͗̓̆̎̎͌͞͝c̛̲̳͔͓̦̘̓͋̚͢͡ͅȩ̛̖̲̦̱̳̋̃͂̌̊͘͘̕ͅ ͟.c̴̞̻͖̹̼̼̀̈͐͐̀́̀ͅö̢̨̧̥̩̘͇̐̈̂͜͝͡n̵̛͈̲̲̣̞̫͙̍̋̃̉́̿͞ͅs̡̢̟͇̣͒̀̉̏̂̌̕͠c̵̖͎̣̰̩̞̠͖͉͐̉͑̉̓ȋ̛̖͔̟̟̖̃͂́͑́̇͗̉͜ͅe̵̡̛̦̮̤͉̹͍̬̟͍̓̀́̇̄͌̂n̡̢͕̗̟̫̍̒̈́͛̀̓̏̋͜͝͡c̡̢̜͔̉͋͂̒̔͐̽͢͟e̵͉̬͓͕͈̓̃̓̔͂̓̀͞
. ̢͘c̡o͏ń̢́ś͡t̛an̡t̕s̶͢͞ ̴i̸͟͟n̴҉ ̴̨t̶h҉̢é͡ ̀e͡q́̀u̢̢at̶̀͢i̸o̸n ҉͠a̷͝r͠e̵̛ ͏as͜ ̵̸.
.f̯͈̤̼͔͔̅͊̑͛̽̀̚ṑ̴̧̤̖̭̙͎̭͖̲̈̑͊͌͟͞l̡͈͓͓̦͓̯͖̆́̐̀̄͘͞l̷̢̛͔͎͍͈̼̠͓̻̀̈́̉̿͟͡o̡̧͓͎̩͙̞͆̏͐̔̆̏̓͘͜w͇̲̗̘̱̰͔̿͆̊͐̍ş̝̝̙̥̭̇͊́̊́͠͠f̸̨̹̖͚̣̀̂́̒̾̾͛͂̕͜o̷̖͇͕̬͕̥͈̽̓̓̊͐̽͒̋̎ŗ̧̺̘̮̯̩͚̲̌́̀̓͠ͅ ŗ̢̼̟̭̱̦͕͒̓̊̎͋e̢̺̝͖͛̎̈̉̐͌͘͟a̷̱̩̲̟̺̺̠̥̭̱͑̎̒̅͝s̵̼̟̤̙̩̥̏̍͗̈͠ỏ̧̙͔͔͍̳͊͆̓͑̈́̅̏ń̴̗͖̣̫̈́̎͒͂͆̽͆͠͝ͅs̷̗̥̟̞̜̥̠̗͇̎͒̋̑̽̃ u̗̫͖̹̻̇̊͛͗̐̑̀̃̀͜n̯̩͍̞͇͌̇̕̚̚͝k̴̼͖͓̰͕̝̺͋̍́̔̌͡n̶̻͎̣̼̫͊̈̓̒̄͗̐͜͡o̙̙̝̖͒̔̅̋͟͞ẘ̸͈̺̥̻̟̲̳̾̎̑̿͝ṉ̵̡̨̠͙͔͉̼̺̿͊̿͑̑̄̽ͅ ą̡̬̯̣̯̀͐̄̊̃͆͡͠͡͝s̸̥͇̠͍̘̄͒̉̇͑͛̏̚͟ͅͅ w̠̤̯̟̦̘̍͊͆̍͘͟͝ȩ̵͓̣̘̙̱̾̈́̾̅̅̾̈́͘ c̷̡̢̨̯̪̻͔̐̈́̇̏̓̍̑͆͜ͅa̵̩̼̫͕͓͇̾̉̌͠͠n̸̙͈͉͓̦̉̓̾́̇͛͢͡ ǫ̶͙͙̖̍̂̑̚͘͟n̬͕̖̞̺̍͗̉̅̃͒̅̾͒̕l͕̣͓͖̺̪̗͋̐̂̍̅͒̈́͞͝ͅͅͅy͔̻͇̤̜̹̺͉̩̋̅̍͒͋̒͂̿̔ a̴̦̝̩͕̮͗͆͊̔̍͑̆̋͜͜͠͞ͅs̴̨͎̖̝͓̮̆̃̋̆͒̇́s̴̛͍͔̲͕̮̞̻͍̦̎͂́͒͂̆̚͜͞ų̴͙̤̙̠̔́͊͊͂͟ͅḿ̤̝͍̩̙̩̣̮̳̉̑̑̃e̷͚͙̬̜̜̫̘̙̐͛̉̀̕̕͟ ủ̖̭͈̜͙̙͙͉̟̟̓̀͑̈̚͘n̻̗̜̻̭̱̞̈̏͊̃͒͐̄͜͟͡i͙̫̝̝̦̭̪̅̎̃̃̃͌ḻ̫̫͈͉̱̫̤̐͌̾͋͌̀̏ ĩ̢̼̫̟̖̟͇̈́̍̌͑̏̋̓̚̚͢n̡̻̖̜̳͕͉̅̽̃̈̆̋̆̂ͅḟ̡̲͈̺̤̥̞̔͌̓̂̿͌̓͆̿ỉ̴̧̙͔̲͔̹̝͙̏̈́̂̌̀͟͞ǹ̳͚̮̤̙̩̀̐̄̃̒̑̚ì͉̙͔̦̭̥̺̻̰̈́̋̌͌̈̓̆͐̈́͢ţ͙̠͉̰̯͇̮͈͌͂̈̔͆͂̓͂́ͅy̜͇͙̩̅̅̐͛̾͑̐̅͞ͅ

anonymous asked:

could you write some boyf riends from be more chill? maybe with jeremy and michael's first kiss?

i saw this ask earlier and was like. true and canon but also I Need To Write This

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“Jeremy, dude, no offense, but you’re making way too big a deal outta this.”

Michael’s controller follows Jeremy’s onto the floor, and with a look cross between amused and fondly annoyed he watches as Jeremy, in the most dramatic way possible, flops off of the beanbag chair and splays out haphazardly on the floor.

Michael,” he whines, looking forlornly towards his best friend, and it takes everything within Michael to stifle a laugh, “this is totally a reasonable response.”

“You just screwed our chance for a high score because you’ve never been kissed.”

Jeremy stills for a moment before launching back into his tirade. “We’re sophomores, man! I’m sixteen and not so much as a peck! You know some dudes have been getting laid for, like, years now!”

“Some dudes have also been abusing drugs – don’t look at me like that, it’s not like I shoot heroin – and racketing up criminal records for years. Look at me; I’m sixteen, same as you, never been kissed, same as you, and I’m fine. You’re just being a baby.”

Jeremy squeaks indignantly, crossing his arms. “You’re just a weirdo. My reaction to this is perfectly normal.”

Michael lays a hand over his heart in mock-offense. “This is ridiculous, your crazy kiss-horny hormones are making you turn on your bestest buddy. This ends now.” Pulling himself onto his knees, Michael makes his way over to Jeremy and stops in front of him. Jeremy peers up at him curiously.

“You’re makin’ such a big deal outta your first kiss? Just kiss me, man, get it the hell over with.” He takes Jeremy’s lack of jumping away as a good sign.

“W-Wh – I – Michael?”

Michael, feigning disinterest, shrugs and sits back on his knees. “I’ll never get a second of peace if you don’t get your stupid kiss soon. Just get it over with, y’know?”

Jeremy props himself up on an elbow, staring down his friend quizzically. “You want me to kiss you.” He pauses. “That’s kinda gay.”

A dude kissing another dude, no shit it’s gay! Michael doesn’t say that. He just flashes Jeremy a reassuring smile and shrugs again.

“If it’s just for practice, and no one knows, is it really?” The angle is awkward, up on his knees, but Michael digs his hands into his pockets. “It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me, dude, but I’m kinda sick of listening to you whine about this and messing with our game.”

Jeremy seems to consider for a moment, and Michael has to suppress his smile as his friend flushes bright red and looks shyly up. “You’re serious? This isn’t just a joke?”

“Super serious, man.” He lets the smile onto his face anyway, and at least hopes it’s reassuring. “So?”

Squirming under Michael’s look, Jeremy mutters, “so how do we wanna do this?” and it takes everything in Michael not to pump his fist into the air and whoop in delight.

Figuring he should take the lead, Michael sits a few inches from Jeremy and half turns so he’s facing him. “Just sit? Like this? And…” He waits for Jeremy to sit up and mirror his stance before cautiously laying his hand over Jeremy’s.

“People who kiss sometimes do this, right?”

“How the hell would I know?”

They both laugh a little awkwardly, but neither pulls away. Michael hopes his hand isn’t too sweaty. 

“What should I do with my other hand?” Jeremy blurts, flapping the extremity uncomfortably. Michael shrugs.

“Just, like…whatever feels right, I guess?” Jeremy nods his assent and inches his head forwards slightly.

“You ready?” Michael asks, moving forwards so his forehead touches Jeremy’s. His friend nods, Adam’s apple bobbing, and before the knot in his stomach can tighten anymore he surges the rest of the way forward and catches Jeremy’s lips with his.

And it’s…warm. And wet. Michael thinks, distantly, that a kiss shouldn’t be so spitty, especially when they aren’t using tongue, but Jeremy cups a hand around Michael’s neck and makes a tiny little noise and who cares if it’s a little gross I’m kissing Jeremy.

Michael’s free hand finds Jeremy’s hip and angles him closer, just as Jeremy’s thumb softly swipes across his pulse point and fuck, it’s gross but it’s good, and Michael can’t help but linger when Jeremy begins to pull away.

Realizing what he’s doing, he pulls back abruptly, grimacing at the spit trail that connects his and Jeremy’s mouths even when they’re half a foot apart. Flushing bright red, he removes his hand from Jeremy’s hip and swipes under his lips, breaking the string of spit.

That was kind of incredible. “That was kind of gross,” he says with a laugh as Jeremy pulls his hand away from Michael’s neck. Neither of them move to pull their interlocked hands away.

“We can never tell anyone about that,” Jeremy agrees quickly, face brighter red than Michael has ever seen. He can’t help but swell with pride at the fact that he did that.

“I’m kinda glad I didn’t do that with a girl,” Jeremy continues, finally pulling his hand away. “I’m kinda awful at it.”

Michael sends a cartoonish wink in his best friend’s direction.

“Hey, you can practice with me anytime!”

The punch in the arm he receives is worth the noise of affirmation Jeremy makes.

Sin City

Genre: Smut, literally nothing but smut 

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook [Demon AU!] 

Word Count: 3.4k-ish 

Based on this beautiful video I found on YouTube



Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby


Demons are lining up as the black convertible pulls up to the entrance of the club. Men and women scrabble to get their phones out as the handsome devil walks over the red carpet before tossing his keys to the valet driver. Cameras flash and the crowd screaming his name earns them a smirk of his red lips and a wave of his hand. Women faint in delight at the beauty and grace exuded by him.

“Jungkook!” The owner of the club greets him excitedly, pulling him in for a short hug, “It’s so good to see you.”

“You too, Jimin,” He responds, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt, “I’ve heard you got some new girls in town? Care to tell me more about it?”

“Tell you?” He scoffs, slinging a hand around Jungkook’s shoulder as he begins to lead him from the main stage to one of the more private rooms, “I’d much rather show you.”

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- you’re cute when you’re sleepy

a/n : i’m back for the third day in a row!! i once again felt like writing so have some archie andrews drabble. i really enjoyed writing this and have tried to make it as fluffy as possible. thank you for all the support so far, i honesty love writing and it makes me so happy to see people enjoying them! anyway note over, enjoy the cute fluffy archie andrews drabble because he’s an adorable bean who needs to be protected :’-)

word count : 889

{archie andrews x reader}

Originally posted by riverdalegifsdaily

You slung your bag onto the kitchen table as you returned home from your shift at Riverdale book shop. It was a small job that you had after school for a few hours to earn some extra cash but you enjoyed it. Barely anyone came in from school so most of the customers were of the older generation and appreciated the art of literature. The only person who came in from school, with the exception of Archie Andrews visiting his beloved girlfriend, was Jughead Jones. You and Jughead were friends. You always smiled at him whenever you caught each other around school and he would always make an effort to talk to you when you were both in the shop.

“I’m back mom!” you called only to be met with silence. You walked over to the fridge, a pale pink sticky note catching your eye. ‘Emergency business trip, be back tomorrow! love you xox.’  “Typical” you huffed, crumpling up the note and putting it in the bin. Your mother seemed to be constantly swarmed with her work so this sudden trip wasn’t much of a surprise to you. You grabbed a water from the fridge and headed upstairs with your bag, throwing it on the floor and jumping onto your bed. You picked up your phone and started to scroll through your twitter feed when a text popped up.

archiekins : come over

 y/n : but i’m tiredddddd :(

archiekins : it’s literally down the street 

y/n : get your lazy ass up and walk it yourself then :’-)

You let out a giggle at your sass. A few seconds later you heard a knock at the door. You quickly plugged your phone and ran downstairs to answer the door. You pulled it open to reveal your boyfriend, a cheeky smile on his lips. You stepped out the way to let him in and shut the door behind him. “Hey-“ you started before you were engulfed in his arms. You didn’t hesitate to return, stretching on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. You stood there for a few seconds before pulling away and pecking his lips quickly. “What was that for?” you smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks. 

“Can i not hug my girlfriend?” He asked cheekily, his head tipping to the side slightly like a confused puppy but that what Archie Andrews was; a literal puppy. You hit his chest lightly as your lips stretched into a toothy grin.

 “Hey, I’m not complaining,” you retorted, holding your hands up in defence and earning a chuckle from Archie. You smiled again, taking in your boyfriend’s features. “Come on let’s go upstairs” you smiled, grabbing his hand and making your way up the stairs. You reached your room and went to get your laptop to set up netflix. “So what shall we watch tonight?” You said aimlessly as you entered your password and hitting enter. When Archie didn’t answer you turned around swiftly. “Arch?” You questioned, startling him from a trance he appeared to be in. You met his dark eyes, sending him a confused look.

 “Can we just cuddle?” he pouted, holding his arms out. You felt your heart clench at how adorable he was; you nearly cooed out loud. You gave him a warm smile and walked over to the bed, flopping next to him on the bed. You both settled yourselves on your cream sheets, his head resting on your stomach as you ran your hands lightly through his red hair. A content smile crept onto your face as you stared down at your boyfriend who was staring back up at you with a sleepy gaze. He’d been throwing himself into school lately with his music, football, even his actual schoolwork; so you wasn’t surprised to see him so tired. He need a break. You continued to run your hand through his hair, noticing that it relaxed him. He held your stare for a few more seconds before readjusting his hand on your stomach and closing his eyes. He never failed to make you show how smitten you were over him. Another loving smile was adorned on your face. You tried your hardest to suppress a giggle at how much your boyfriend was currently resembling a puppy. You tried to hide it with a grin but it didn’t work, as you were once again met with his gaze, his drowsiness evident in his dark orbs.

 “What?” he mumbled, an embarrassed smile on his lips and a faint blush on his cheeks.You felt a rosy blush blossom onto your cheeks as you shook your head slightly. You placed your hand lightly on your cheek before running your hand through his hair once again; unmindfully realising that it was relaxing you as much as him. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy” you whispered lovingly. The flush on his cheeks deepened to a fiery crimson and he turned bashful. You took his hand, kissing it softly, and intertwining it with yours. “Go to sleep baby,” you whispered again. He smiled back at you, pulling your hands closer to his chest and cradling them like a teddy bear. You watched him as he drifted into a peaceful slumber and you soon followed; the pair of you falling asleep in the arms of your love.

That’s My Job - Mitch Rapp [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(s): Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11770 (yeah, you saw right. Eleven thousand, seven hundred & seventy).

Notes: Here is the long awaited Mitch fic, it got super long and I had to reign myself in because otherwise this would be closer to 20k words. Seriously. We have fingering, public sex, object penetration, oral (both receiving), squirting, over-stimulation, spanking, bondage, restriction, dirty-talk, denied orgasm, multiple orgasm, daddy kink, public kink. Proofread by Steffy who’s been giving me all the support during this and she slike my entire reason for not giving up right now, so thank you. @dumbass-stilinski ❤️


Originally posted by gladersmaze


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Under the Bed

Nettie is eating ice cream. The cold burns against her silver incisor, but feels good against the small cut inside her mouth she’d gotten last week. It’s an even trade.

Nettie is all about even trades.

Most think that they liked to be paid in money. Old money, sure, gold and silver that doesn’t have the same sort of inflation risk as paper, but that implies that they have something to spend it on.

No, Nettie’s maybe the only one who knows what sort of things monsters like to be paid in and is willing to provide it. Which is why she’s sitting in the middle of a park at 3 am waiting for her contact to arrive.

At 3:03, her contact’s preferred meeting time, the fog rolls in. Nettie rolls her eyes as it creeps through the sparse trees ahead of her, turning the grass silver under the moonlight with precipitation. So dramatic and not at all secretive. Her eyes flick up to the security camera mounted on the lamppost across the street. She wonders when the government will admit they see monsters at night. She hopes it’s not in her lifetime.

That’d be bad for business.

The outline of a tree several yards away from her begins to waver. It looks like someone might be behind it, a darker band appearing around the trunk as if someone is hugging it. Then they’re gone and the same wavering, black shadow appears behind a tree several feet ahead of it.

Nettie watches and eats her ice cream, glad that her leather jacket is hiding the way her arm hair is standing on end. She’s never been the type to hide her fear.

Then she met beings who enjoyed it.

A dark pool in front of her widens, the shadows twisting upwards. She calmly takes a  bite of the cone as the shade forms, the shadow creature not stopping until it’s reached its full height at seven feet.

She feels the sensation of pumice in her mind and frowns. “Gren? Where’s Mandy?”

The shadow figure ripples, for once not kicking up a fuss at her nicknames for them. An orange light flares briefly in what one might assume was its hand but she knew to be its mouth.

Her spine snaps straight. “What?”

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You’re No Brother Of Mine.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Sorry. Anon requested- Hey! I was wondering if you could write an imagine with this scenario, when Dean went to hell Sam went nuts ofc so he dropped their little sister (15/16 yo) in Bobby’s place and when Dean gets back he is pissed w Sam for what he did to you. You are also pissed and very upset w him, so one day he asks you what’s the matter and you explode and tell him how painful it was to be left by him and everything. I know it’s very specific but I would rlly aprecciate if you do it, can you also put fluffy?

Warnings- swearing, mentions of depression, also Sam’s kinda a dick for the first couple of paragraphs but he was high on the demon blood so that explains it.

A/N- I’ve kind of been stuck in a slump for the past week, so writing has been difficult for me but i’m feeling a bit better so i’m ready to write again!

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Four months, it had been four months since Dean died, four months since Sam left you. You still didn’t understand why he left, at first you didn’t mind, you knew he needed his space after all he did witness his brother getting torn to shreds by a Hell hound. 

After a week of you staying at Bobby’s you became curious, you had rung and texted Sam numerous times but he never answered, your phone would always go to voice mail or it would just ring non-stop. After a month of silence you decided to try and track him, you tried to keep it a secret from Bobby, he thought you and Sam talked everyday, that’s what you told him. 

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The 9 Times Harry Potter Rescued Draco Malfoy

“I don’t need your help, Potter.”

Harry laughs. Loudly. “And how are you planning on removing the jelly-legs jinx without a wand?”

Draco huffs. “I don’t need your help.”

“In that case, you can pretend I’m a fourth year Ravenclaw who stumbled upon you on my way back to my dormitory and luckily knows the counter curse.” Harry winks.

“What the fuck are - ”

“Careful with your language. I’m only 14 remember?”

Draco’s eyes widen. “You are an insufferable -”

“But kind Ravenclaw.” Harry articulates the counter-curse slowly.

“Nice to meet you. Shame it wasn’t under better circumstances.”

Harry turns and walks away. Draco stands up slowly, his legs wobbling.


“Fuck Off, Potter.”

“Potter? Do you mean Harry Potter? If you know Harry Potter, would you be able to get me an autograph?”

Draco rolls his eyes. “Go Away, Potter.”

“Did you get hit with a confundus charm as well as a leg locker curse? I’m not Potter. I’m Ryan. A First Year.”

“Potter…”

Harry pulls out his wand. “Lucky for you, I am quite advanced for my age and know both of the counter-curses!”

“No, I don’t need - “

Harry sings the leg-locker counter-curse.

“You’re welcome.”


Draco sees Harry approaching and grits his teeth.

“A tarantallegra jinx? I bet a Gryffindor did that. Sneaky bastards.”

Draco shakes his head. “You’re a Gryffindor.”

“Me?” Harry blinks rapidly. “That’s an insult. My whole family has been in Slytherin for centuries.”

Draco sighs. “I’m not going to play along, Potter.”

“You’re a little strange, but I guess I’ll help you since you are wearing Slytherin colours after all. We always look after our own.”

Harry performs the counter-curse and walks away.

“This isn’t funny, Potter.”


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Jungkook Scenario: Unexpectedly You.

Request: BadBoy Jungkook (Highschool AU) fluff of where he likes the reader (good girl) and he softens up for her? + Hello there,i dont know if this request will make it or not but if it does,i want to request a fluff College!au with jungkook or yoongi where y/n is a self taught pianist and jungkook or yoongi is a sport major saw y/n when she was performing for the university’s events

Genre: Fluff.

You knew you were nervous, your legs were shaking, your hands were shaking, in your head a thousand thoughts on how everything could go wrong as fast as wind, you knew how important this event was for you, not only because you would be exposing your talent and skill before the whole campus, or because in the crowd there could be a potencial sponsor, you were nervous because this could be the start of something new in your life, whatever that might be.
You had always believed that it was in occasions when people were most afraid to fail, when they were nervous, fearful or hopeful of the outcome of events when life decided to give a turn and then everything wasn’t the same anymore.

For this occasion you had chosen a pretty light but still elegant short dress in white, it had some lace applications that made it look romantic but chic, as for your hair you had let it down with soft curls that were near gone.
The piano had been set on the stage by a group on the music department that volunteered for the logistics of the performers this afternoon, you went there, watching the crowd turning to the stage when they saw someone was getting on it. The festival was outdoors, with a stage being in a central area surrounded by all the stand up commerce of productos made by the students.

The long piano was beautiful, they had polished it until it shone and it reflected your face. The music sheet was already there, but you didn’t need it as you knew this song by heart. You were still nervous, your heart beating faster and your breathing unsteady, but you gave a big inhalation and stretched your hands, focusing on the instrument, the thing you loved most. The piano and the music you could create with it.

Jungkook could say he liked the exhibition festivals, he enjoyed walking around without doing anything in particular watching anything and everything, he also enjoyed all the free things girls would serve him, not that he asked but he wasn’t refusing any either.
Jungkook knew of a certain girl that would give him the biggest ration of chicken wings for free, if he insinuated the slightness thing to her, she was pretty so Jungkook didn’t mind. He was walking only with his friend Taehyung, since Jimin and Hoseok had went who knows where, so they strolled around the perimeter, checking out the stands, if there was anything worth their while.
The sound of the microphone made Jungkook turn for a second, one of the hosts of the event, a communication major must likely, was making the announcement of the next performer. 

-A self taught pianist?- Taehyung snorted making Jungkook laugh. -Put those chicken wings on hold, this will be good, and wow- Taehyung whistled when you walked to the piano. -Miss sunshine is fine, but would she blow our tympani?-

Jungkook snickered his eyes examining you. You were indeed pretty, but he had his doubts about that self taught skill. Either way he stopped completely waiting until you started your performance, watching as you stretched your fingers and prepared yourself. You must had long slender fingers, or so they say about pianists.

-Come on- Taehyung pressed getting impatient.

Jungkook nudged at him and shushed. -Shut up man, watch-

The performance started, a low tune at first but then all of the sudden it went faster, almost merrier, making Jungkook wide his eyes.

-Girl can play- Taehyung whispered nodding.

Jungkook nodded but his eyes remained on you, the way your hands moved across that piano, how you were so immersed on your art you had your eyes closed and didn’t notice all the audience staring at you, how you didn’t need to read the music sheet. The movements were grateful and vigorous, gentle but it translated into a strong performance. Jungkook hadn’t even caught your name right when the host announced it but he noted to find our later. Right now he was hypnotized.

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Thursdays

x Kim Taehyung

AU: It’s thursday ;)

Naughty stuff: Top!Tae, Oral, clit teasing, stripping, lots of kisses, very vocal Tae, from behind, lowkey animalistic and some titty-love, a lot of grabbing and touching and some spanking. (ft. attempts to make this some-what more of a “realistic” smut + lube is your best friend.)

SMUT | 2.2k | m.list | AO3 ver.


Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic.  Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

Rating: Mature, sexual content 

It wasn’t often that he came home early, but today was one of those days. Much to your delight since you’ve had the day off and been investing your time on doing nothing for once.

Barely any words were exchanged after he stepped inside before your lips and hands were clinging to the other with no mercy.

It was Thursday.

Some people might think it’s weird but for you and Taehyung it kept the spark alive.

Thursdays were always reserved for “love” time. Well, most days were along with some spontaneity but Thursdays was an agreement. It was also a good excuse to try new things or to simply dress a little extra for the occasion.

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Be Quiet

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Yoongi (Suga)

Rating: NC-17 (warning: light choking) 

Word Count: 1,746

Summary:  You and Yoongi have been fighting. Days of passive aggression and pointed comments - all of which come to a head during the rather timely dinner party you’re throwing for your friends. 

“You have to be quiet,” he smiles, gaze finding yours in the mirror.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

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Lipstick Stain Tutorial

Hello there, Lovely Anon! I put your ask into a pic set so it’s easier to see this, I hope that’s okay!

Thank you, I’m glad you liked the lipstick stains! :D Here’s a mini Tutorial for them, I am sure there are a lot of better ways to draw these, this is just how I figured it out yesterday at like 3 AM and how I did it. I hope this helps! 

anonymous asked:

You amaze me. A kid called me out for reading fan fiction in class and I showed them ur work and now I have a new freind. 1, 3, 85, or 100 wolfstar for the Drabble challenge please?thank you for existing. Sincerely, me and the kid. (Ps. Our anatomy teacher kinda hates you for making us cry in class really sorry she just doesn't understand yet)

First of all, this is probably one of the best complements and asks I’ve ever gotten so thank you for this. I know it was a while ago but still, this means everything. Yay to new friends and fanfic :) <3 Thank you so much!


Remus has alternated between worrying in the common room, practically driving James mad with his pacing, and hovering in the doorway of the dormitory, from which Sirius had yet to emerge from all day. He hadn’t even touched the food plates Remus had brought up for him.

“Moony, c’mon, please.” James removed his glasses, rubbing at his homework-tired eyes, “Either talk to him or don’t but just stop with the fucking-“

“I know, I know.” Remus sighed, falling down onto the couch next to Lily who took his hand sympathetically.

“Has he, y’know, said anything?” Lily asked gently.

“No. Fuck, no, he hasn’t.” Remus ran a hand over his face, “Whatever was in that fucking letter though… God, he won’t even talk to me he’s just sitting on that window ledge fucking staring into space. God, I don’t know if someone died or-“

“I can’t think of someone in that house who could die and he’d react this way about- fuck, ow! Lils, what-“

Lily tossed her book back down, James rubbing his shoulder, “They’re still his family, James! Psycho or not…” She added quietly, quill starting to scratch at her essay again.

James shrugged helplessly at him, and Remus sighed for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I’m going to try again.”

He took the stairs two at a time, only to breathlessly halt in the doorway again. As suspected, Sirius had yet to move. His knees were brought to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself. The evening light haloed his profile as he stared out the window over looking the lake and mountains.

Remus bit his lip, finally stepping in and shutting the door softly behind him, never taking his eyes from Sirius. His steps were careful and slow as he approached him.

“Pads?” He cleared his throat, voice coming out too soft.

Sirius didn’t move, didn’t even look up. Remus’ throat tightened. He sighed and gave up on the ‘giving him space’ tactic completely, sitting down on the edge of the window seat, one hand coming up to rest over one of Sirius’ atop his knee. Still, he received no response.

Remus’ brows knit, “Love, please. Please look at me… I want- I need to help you. Merlin, I can’t fucking stand seeing just sitting there all day. I can’t stand seeing you like…” Remus shook his head, holding Sirius’ hand tighter, waiting.

Sirius let out a breath that puffed out his cheeks a bit, and tilted his head back to lean against the stone wall. His eyes moved slowly from the window to Remus’. They were red rimmed and puffy. Remus’ heart broke a little. He doesn’t remember ever seeing Sirius cry before, ever. Not even when he broke his arm in second year.

“Pads..”

Sirius shook his head, silencing Remus immediately. He sat up, scooting forward a little and looking again to Remus. Remus tilted his his head, confused.

“Can we-“ Sirius cleared his throat, voice rough, “Can you… Y’know, like when you’re reading…”

And Remus understood immediately, heart practically melting at the soft request, and scrambled up, sliding easily behind Sirius and pulling his back against his chest, resting Sirius’ body easily between his legs. Remus felt Sirius’ body relax into him at the familiar position, and he wound his arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to his temple when Sirius let his head drop back against his shoulder.

“Good?” Remus murmured, pushing Sirius’ hair gently off his forehead.

“Mm..” Sirius hummed softly, pressing into Remus’ lips. Remus looked at his closed eyes and turned down mouth and wanted to kiss every sign of worry away.

Sirius let out another breath, fiddling with Remus’ fingers resting atop his stomach, and finally the truth came out.

“They disowned me.”

Remus’ eyes widened at that, “They- what?”

Sirius pressed against Remus, trying to soak up all the comfort and courage he could, “I’m not a Black anymore. At least not to them. I-“ Sirius cursed, hating the way his throat was tightening up, “Fuck, I hate them. I hate them I don’t know why I’m so- I don’t know what’s wrong with me-“

Remus shushed Sirius softly, noting the tears in his voice, and pulled him closer, fitting his hands to his hips to guide Sirius into flipping over and straddling his waist instead, “Pads-“

“And don’t tell me it’s normal to feel this way because I know that, I just don’t want-“ He cursed as tears fell down his cheeks and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, “I don’t want to feel like this. Remus, I don’t want to care-“

“I know..” Remus guided Sirius’ hands away from his eyes, taking them both into his own for a moment, kissing the knuckles, before cupping Sirius’ cheeks, thumbs swiping the tears away, “I know you don’t. Merlin, Pads, I…”

Remus didn’t know what to say. ‘Sorry’ didn’t work, because he knew Sirius wouldn’t want to hear that. He had a family who wasn’t like him, whom he hated, but that didn’t make losing that family any easier…

“You have us.” Remus mouth said it before his brain could catch up.

“You have us.” He pushed a hand through Sirius’ hair, “You lost one family but- but one is right here waiting for you, okay? Alright? And we really, really love you. Prongs, Pete, Lils… me.” Remus’ cheeks warmed at the way Sirius was looking at him, “Fuck, Pads, I love you so much, okay? As in I don’t know what to do with this much… emotion half the time-“


Remus let out a relieved smile when Sirius snorted at that, wiping at his eyes with one hand and pressing the other to Remus’ neck, thumb brushing over his pulse point. Remus bit his lip, “But it’s true, really.”

Sirius nodded, pressing his face back into Remus’ neck, letting a few more tears escape but, this time, out of relief and out of love for this boy holding him so tightly.

“You’re everything, Re…” Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’ jaw, “You’re fucking everything.”

Remus just held him tighter, maybe blushing a little, and never wanting to go a whole day without hold Sirius like this again.

Requested: Neighbors - A Markiplier x reader imagine Imagine

 Request:  can you make a fanfiction/lemon where you live above mark and you go down to his balcony every night and he keeps the window open for you to come in and you’re best friends but become more than that. Requested by: @jackaboymarkimoostuff 

This is also for all of you guys who had begged for more Markimoo smut. Sorry it took me so long babes!

Originally posted by dogiplier

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anonymous asked:

could you write kara comforting lena after catching her in 2x15? bc being thrown off a building must be traumatizing af.

This took a little bit of a turn, I hope you don’t mind!

The Fall

She falls silently, because Luthors don’t scream- even when they’re falling off skyscrapers.

A little over five seconds.

That’s how long it should take her to hit the ground.

It isn’t even long enough for her to reach terminal velocity.

She tries not to be disappointed about that, but the scientist in her is a little miffed.

Really, if she’s going to die, she could at least get to die at terminal velocity.

It amazes her how slow time passes, while she’s plummeting through the air.

There’s plenty of time to think.

About what her life was.

About what it could have been.

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