that open eyes kiss does things to me


  • the soft barely there caress of clarke’s hair
  • the way that both of them open their eyes at the same time so that the first thing that clarke sees is the tear filled eyes of the girl that would wait forever for her to be ready
  • the look of absolute wonder and awe on lexas face
  • my dead body in the background


  • PLEASE draw your attention to the little jaw drop that lexa does KINda LIKE that lil kiss pulled all the air out of her lungs
playing games || theo raeken ft. scott mccall

description: in which you convince your boyfriend to let you play with an alpha

warnings: m/f/m threesome, slight daddy kink, overstimulation, biting, oral (male on female, female on male)

notes: just so y’all know, theo n scott are bi/pan as fuck in this and totally into each other. sceo is REAL.

“He’s pretty. I wanna play with him.”

Despite the deafening volume of the music, the sound of heartbeats and bodies clashing together, the noise of voices and clatter of overfilled shot glasses knocking against the bar, Theo caught the words you spoke. 

He was right beside you, arm slung loosely around your waist as you leaned against him, eyes scanning the crowd of sweaty bodies meshing together. Theo nuzzled your neck, still eyeing the sea of people. 

“Which one? Almost all of them are pretty.”

“You know which one. That pretty little Alpha over there. The only Alpha in the whole building, duh.”

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anonymous asked:

HIHIHIHI I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THE NEIGHBOR!WONHO AU can u plsplspls write one for changkyun when u have some free time?? i love you thank you!! 💝💝💝

find wonho (here) , jooheon (here), kihyun (here) & shownu (here)

  • has,,,,,,,,,,a lot of weird stuff in his apartment
  • like there isn’t a coherent thing going on,,,,,,movie posters,,,,,anime posters,,,,,,random photos of him and his friends,,,,,a dart board???? a do-it-yourself science kit??? random candles everywhere???,,,,,,are those his headphones,,,,,,ontop of a teddy bear,,,,,ontop of the tv,,,,,,, that’s not on a stand but balancing on a pile of old phonebooks,,,,,what
  • but like???? aside from the fact that his place looks like the inside of a thrift shop it’s not like ???? weird it fits changkyun’s personality 
  • he always has cool stories behind everything he owns and he’s like “oh yeah i got that stuffed bunny foot from my dad when he was abroad in-” 
  • he’s a very,,,,interesting person
  • plays music and dances with his whole body to it and the neighbors can see through the window and they’re just like,,,,,that one is so full of energy,,,,,,
  • probably hangs upside down off his couch when playing games and eating chips which never ends up good,,,,,,,shownu has told him three hundred times eating upside down is : a bad idea
  • owns a neon orange track suit he wears at home, slides on his floors in his socks, barely cooks his ramen through who knows how he’s lived this long
  • and you know changkyun because,,,,,,you’re both part of a weekly board game club that meets at his place
  • you guys started off playing monoply but it changes every week ,,,,, and it’s not even like a club you’re all just neighbors who like playing games so why not
  • and by you all,,,,it’s you, changkyun, minhyuk, and kihyun
  • and you meet on thursday nights and as you’re waiting with changkyun for the other two changkyun gets a text about minhyuk needing to take kihyun to the ER because of a nose bleed
  • and ur like holy hell??? should we go with him????
  • and changkyun is about to ask when minhyuk sends a texts that’s like “kihyun said don’t come because he’s embarrassed”
  • and you and changkyun are like that’s a bit Dramatic but ok and you’re like “well we can’t play operation with just two people that’d be boring” and changkyun is like true,,,,,,,,,,but i even ordered pizza already ,,,,
  • and you’re like “alright let’s pick something else,,, something for two people,,,,?” and changkyun’s like what about would you rather and you’re like deal 
  • and it’s the usual you know,,,,would you rather eat disgusting thing a or disgusting thing b,,,,,,,would you rather tell kihyun he can’t sing or minhyuk he can’t dance,,,,,,,,,,would you rather get to see ur favorite idol and spend the whole day with them but then never see them again or never get to be alone with your idol but still get to see them
  • you know,,,,,the basics of stuff like that
  • and when the pizza comes you go to open the door but you’re like right changkyun !!!!! do you have the money????
  • and you’re like “one sec!!” and the delivery guy is like “your boyfriend’s paying for tonights pizza date i see?” and you’re like doing a double take because woah what
  • and changkyun comes over, in his freaking neon orange tracksuit, and is like “here you go!” and the delivery guy is like “you two make a cute couple”
  • and you look up at changkyun who looks down at you
  • and the dude hands back your change is like “have a good date!”
  • and is off and you’re standing there about to drop this damn pizza box
  • and changkyun is like uh,,,,,oh,,,,,,i,,,,,,,uh,,,,,,
  • and you guys ends up sitting on his living room, the box separating you two 
  • and it’s just,,,,,,,,,,,Quiet,,,,,,,
  • but in your head it’s 4435234 thoughts racing because ok what do you like changkyun? he’s cool and funny? you both joke around with each other and are sarcastic? he looks pretty freaking adorable even in crazy, bright orange 
  • and changkyun’s thinking the same thing like does he like you? you’re so cute when you laugh? did he just notice that or has he been thinking that for a long time?
  • and finally you swallow and you’re like “changkyun,,,,,would you rather-”
  • and he looks up and you’re like putting a hand on the pizza box and you’re like “would you rather eat this pizza and i get out of here before this gets awkward or ,,,,,,,,,,,, would you rather,,,,,,,,,kiss me?”
  • and he’s like wide eyes, open mouth staring at you and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,just pick one alreaDY
  • and he moves the box out of the way, and literally takes you up on the latter with a kiss that seems way  W AAAAA Y overdue
  • and it’s,,,,,somehow,,,,,,,,,,,right like it should be odd, but it’s not,,,,,
  • and you’re kissing him back and it’s,,,nice you  know
  • until he pulls back and is like “this is great, but the pizza is going to get cold-”
  • and you’re like hitting his arm like WOW i love your priorities,,,but also he’s right let’s eat the pizza
  • a couple of days later, as you and changkyun get settled into well,,,,,dating
  • you see a photo minhyuk posted on thursday night on insta and???? he’s not at the ER what the hell???? him and kihyun went to the pc bang???????????
  • minhyuk: yeah, we thought leaving you and changkyun alone would do good. and it did. high five me kihyun
Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

Part 6 - The space between us


When we arrive at my house, I’m a mess. I don’t know how this fake relationship with Snow became so real to me. In the beginning it was easy, to see the line between real and fake but now, we kissed and we cuddled. Fuck, I don’t know what to think.

We never talk about these moments that we share, we just store them away and carry on like nothing happened. Is he just playing his part, or is this real for him too? Sometimes when we’re alone and he’s looking at me, I feel like this is real. That he could actually want this. Or am I just fooling myself?

Dinner was as awkward as I anticipated, Snow kept shoving food in his mouth while Daphne made polite conversation to fill the silence.

I left Snow in my bedroom before going to hunt, but on my way down I saw light in Mordelia’s room so I came to talk to her, she tried to ask why was Snow here for Christmas, but my father looked at her and she didn’t ask again.

“You should be in bed… Father Christmas won’t come if you’re not sleeping,” I say, as I sit at the end of her bed.

“I know that, but I’m just so excited!” Her enthusiasm in contagious, and gives me strength to talk to her about this.

“Listen, about earlier… you asked Father why Simon was here, and why we were holding hands…”

“Mom told me. Simon came because he’s your boyfriend,” she says simply.

“Oh? When did she tell you that?” I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

“When she came to give me a goodnight kiss. Why isn’t father happy about it?”

“He doesn’t really like Simon.” For now is too hard to explain the real reason behind it.

“Well…I like him. He makes you smile.“

I give her a small smile.“Yeah he does. Now you should try to sleep. Good night.”

“G’night Baz,” she tells me before I leave her bedroom.

On the woods, I realize that this is all I needed to hear. Why can’t my father be like that? One day he might accept me for who I am, but I am done giving a fuck about what he thinks.


It’s Christmas night and as the day went by, Snow became more and more less like himself, like something happened that took away his happiness.

We’re in my bedroom now and I don’t like seeing him like this. Did my father say something? I avoided leaving him alone the whole day so it must be something else.

He’s preparing himself to sleep on my couch like he did last night, which is moronic, we already shared a bed once and it was smaller “Snow, did something happen?”

“I’m fine, just wanna go to sleep” he tells me, as he grabs one extra pillow from the bed.

“Just… wait” I say, as I grab his arm. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch, the bed is big enough for the two of us.”

Our eyes meet before he tells me. “Okay.“

I come back from my shower and all the lights are out. When I enter the bed, Snow starts to move closer. he’s so close to me, that I can feel his body heat.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“It’s stupid…”

I wait for him to continue, I know that if I give him time to organize his thoughts he’ll talk. “It’s just that, seeing you with your family, even though your father is the way he is, you have them and I don’t have anything like this… A family.” Oh, fuck. This is not what I expected to hear, what can someone say after this?

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Baz, I’m just… being stupid.” He doesn’t sound stupid, he sounds broken.

“No you’re not, It’s okay not to feel okay Snow.” Before I can think about it, I’m pulling him towards me. He puts his head on my chest, so I put my arm around him, and I start stroking his curls away from his face.

Aleister Crowley, to have him like this, half on top of me, letting me hold him, feels so right. Even if this means nothing to him, I wouldn’t change a bloody thing.

After a while Snow starts to move, very slowly, and plants a kiss on my neck. How he figured it out that I have a thing for this I don’t know, and the last time he did this we kissed. Is he going to kiss me again?

I turn towards him and he kisses my face, so I put my other arm around him, to bring him closer, and he does. He’s closing the space between us now, so I close my eyes. The kiss feels like a question, like he isn’t sure if this is okay, so I open my mouth to him, and when he deepens the kiss, I feel like this is too much, like he’s the sun and I’m about the crash into him.

When I put my hand on his hair, to bring him closer, he starts to move away, so I frown at him, until I feel him pulling me on top of him.

Simon Snow is going to be the death of me, might as well make the most of it. So I kiss him hard while I put myself on top of him. It feels so good to have him like this, out of breath because we’re kissing. I go for his neck, and start to kiss him there, his hand is beneath my shirt, stroking my back and something like this shouldn’t feel this good, but it does.

I pin his hand to the bed, and somehow we’re lacing our fingers together, and we kiss slowly. It’s different, more meaningful than any other kiss we shared.

At this moment I almost forget that he might not mean this; that all of this might not be real.

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Meeting the Mistress (Cuckquean short story #1)

When I told my Master I wanted to be his cuckquean, he was shocked. If you had even mentioned the topic a week ago I would have gotten uncomfortable and possibly cried. For no particular reason (other than concentrated masturbation) I had not only accepted the idea of my Master fucking another woman, but I yearned for it. Just as odd, I went from wanting to have complete control over these acts, to wanting to simply submit to my Master and his future lover. I feel my brain is trying to make things easier for itself. It knows I’m tired of fighting with myself when I know I’ll never be enough to satisfy my Master, so instead it’s allowing me to indulge in the fantasy of him fucking a prettier, younger and tighter cunt. I’m already wet thinking about it…

He was ecstatic to hear that I had overcome my fears and insecurities; in fact, I don’t think he’s ever loved me more. As I told him in further detail of my wish to be submissive to both him and our cuckcake, he admitted his cock was very hard. After we’d fantasized about various ways our cuckcake could degrade and humiliate me, it was obvious we wanted to make it happen as soon as possible. A few hours later, he told me he would arrange everything. He instructed me to be ready for a potential cuckcake as early as noon the next day. Master would not lock the door as he left for work, and I would not lock it. I was to wait patiently on my knees, wearing nothing but my butt plug, collar and leash. When Sara came in the door, she immediately burst into laughter.

“Wow, you’re even more pathetic than he described you!” she chuckled, grabbing onto my leash. “C’mon little piggy, show me where my new bedroom is!”

She walked behind me as I crawled, and I could feel her eyes on my imperfect ass and pussy. “I see why your Master needed to call in some help, that bejeweled plug isn’t fooling anyone, piggy.” Shamefully and without a word, I led her into the bedroom and sad myself in front of the bed. As she laid down, I could feel her taking my old place as she put me into my new one. I am her bitch now just as much as I am Master’s. Remembering my presence at her feet, she said “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sara, but you can call me Mistress. Your Master told me you’ve been wanting to change your name to bitch, is that right? Works for me, we can start using it right now. Take off my clothes, bitch.” After I’d removed the last piece of her clothing, she ordered me to begin licking her pussy. I remembered suddenly that I would not be fucked by my Master tonight, and quite possibly for a very long time. I dove into her pussy, feeling my cunt ache as she rode my face. “Good little bitch, get your tongue in there. I heard you lick Master’s asshole, huh you nasty whore? I’ll have you on that next, my dear.” As my face became soaked along with my pussy, I heard the apartment door open. I shot up to greet Master at the door, but Mistress stopped me.

“That’s not your place anymore, bitch. Down. And stay quiet while the adults talk.”

I sat on the floor, my face covered in Mistress’ pussy juice. It tasted so good, and I began to lick around my lips as I played with my clit, imagining her riding my face all over again. Suddenly, Master and Mistress entered the room.

“Has she been good?” Master asked her without even glancing at me.

“Of course, she has. Just like you said, she’s a desperate little cuckquean. She also laps like a puppy, just like you said!” They kissed in front of me as Master began to rub Mistress’ pussy. “I need to fuck you right now. It’s a good thing our little slave got you ready.” I watched as Master threw our cuckcake onto the bed and spread open her toned legs. He began to fuck her tighter pussy when he looked down and saw his little submissive looking on with hungry eyes.

“Does the little bitch want some too?” I nodded. Master grabbed me and pushed my face right next to Mistress’ pussy. “Go ahead, bitch. Lick. Lick. Lick. Do you taste that? That’s a superior pussy. You will serve this pussy because you will never be as good as it. I will fuck this pussy everyday to remind you. You will be a good slave to Mistress and I, yes? She’ll be very nice to you, sweetie. She even told me she’s going to let you lick her butthole tonight! What a lucky girl; I’ll leave a present in there for you.” After a quick kiss on the forehead, I am back on the ground, reaching for my moist pussy as I shamelessly watch my Master and our cuckcake.

Watching him fuck her is so surreal. His cock is so mesmerizing as it pumps in and out of Mistress’ pussy. She notices I’m staring and calls me out.

“Bitch, if you’re so hungry, why don’t you eat?” She snaps and motions me to place myself in front of her pussy. As I’m face-to-face with Mistress’ pussy, I take in the sight of my Master’s cock buried deep inside. He can barely fit inside her tight cunt. “Lick, bitch” she reminds me as she forces my mouth onto her sex. I latch on and begin sucking, licking, everything I can do to make her moan even more as my Master’s cock runs in and out of her. As she begins to buckle in orgasm, I move down to lick my Master’s balls and asshole. Her pussy juices are everywhere. Everywhere I lick on him, I taste her. Master decides to have Mistress rest for a few minutes, as he will soon be fucking her ass. I, on the other hand, will be busy cleaning out Master’s asshole as he and Mistress have an adult conversation. I don’t hear much of what they’re saying; Master is moving his ass all over my tongue tonight. I suppose he just wants me to enjoy it, as I will be nothing but a cunt, ball and asslicker for the foreseeable future. When I’m finally brought up from under his ass, Master pushes me aside while he strokes his cock against Mistress’ asshole. It’s so tight and puffy. I beg until they let me lay down with my face underneath Master’s balls. I love to feel them slap against my face as he fucks her ass, but also to lick them knowing he will soon give her a huge load, and I’ll want it to be warm. As Master begins to cum, I beam knowing I will be sucking every last drop out of Mistress’ delicious butthole. As I begin to devour Mistress’ ass, Master pats my head and tells me what a good, desperate little puppy I am. “I’m so glad you’re getting along with my new fuck doll, little bitch. You saw I was having a good time fucking Sara’s ass, huh? I bet you want me to keep fucking her, don’t you?” I nod in shame, but know that I am getting wetter by the second. I continue to scoop and collect his cum out of her hole, listening to her moans as she pushes my head deeper.

After I’ve gotten all the cum, Master and Mistress cuddle with me and tell me what a good girl I was. They tease my cunt and nipples and they talk about all of the ways they’re going to degrade me tomorrow. They do not let me cum. I am a happily enslaved cuckquean.

Please let me know what you guys think! I would love any comments or criticism. This is one of my favorite stories I’ve written I’ve written so far :) Writing is one of the best ways for me to explore my kinks and desires.

tnlph  asked:

CS - pickup truck

A/N: So. This turned into smut. Like, primarily smut. Whoops? Obviously, it’s rated M, so there’s that. 2K of pretty much just some smut. o_o

Summary: It all gets a little out of hand when they get handsy at the drive-in theater.

Coming to a drive-in movie was a bad idea. No, not really. It has been the best idea, but this is definitely not what Emma was expecting when she and Killian decided that the only thing to do on a boring summer night was head for the drive-in.

The movie is okay; it’s one she would’ve been fine waiting to see when it came to Netflix, but what matters to her is Killian’s hand on her knee. Well, it had been on her knee. See, they’ve been toeing this line between dating/not dating for so long that she was kind of curious to see which one of them would break first. There was that spectacular kiss they shared in the Neverland Pub & Grill back what seems like forever ago. Everything else has been tension-filled moments and dark, sinful glances when they hope no one else is looking.

Emma definitively started this, to be fair. She slid a little closer to the middle of the bench seat in the old pickup truck that Killian drives when she got back from the bathroom before the movie started. Killian took it a step further when he, too, slid a little towards the middle when he got back with popcorn and a couple of sodas.

Next came the way her hands brushed his as she hunted for more of the Milk Duds she’d dumped into the popcorn two seconds after he brought it back.

It was a pretty steady tumble down a slippery slope of sexual activity after that. She’d thrown her arm over the back of the seat, toying with the hair on the nape of his neck as she propped her right foot on the dash. Her skirt shifted, then, and that’s when Killian’s hand ended up on her knee.

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i have a soft, sweet, seemingly endless love affair with the sun. the way she wakes me in the morning, slowly at first, and then vibrantly all at once. the way her light shines on the simplest of things, making them eerily glow…turning everything in her path yellow. the way she hugs me in the afternoons, hanging just a bit lower to give me a personal kiss, illuminating my freckles. even when she leaves me at the end of every day, she does it effortlessly, with bold and beautiful color, or sometimes she slips away with little trace at all. it’s beautiful. all of it. and i think my favorite part is knowing we will meet again in a few blissful hours when she opens her eyes.

Let Me Tell You

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, very fluffy smut with slightly Dom!Cas. Can someone say “yum”?

A/N: I have no idea how or why I came up with this… But there it is. Sorry again for another cheesy fic. Call your dentist; you’ll need some fillings after this one.

You blinked the sleep from your eyes as you stared up at the ceiling. The light warmth radiating off of the angel beside you soothed you as your vision came into focus.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Cas brushed a few rogue strands from your face. He gazed down at you with hooded eyes, slowly scanning up and down your form.

You furrowed your brow. “What?” You knew Cas loved you, and you loved him. But he was very different about showing it. You were more of the showing type, kisses, hugs, amazing sex. But Cas was different. He was definitely into showing his undying love, but he loved telling you too.

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Letters from Verona

My attempt at finally writing a fic based off of this post

A/n: I decided to set the time of this fic back a bit - this fic takes place right before Jughead walks Betty home in Chapter 7: The Lonely Place

I’ve written and rewritten this fic so many times, and honestly it was the toughest fic I’ve ever written. I felt like I could have kept editing it forever, so I finally bit the bullet and just published it - I hope I did it justice!

It had been a long week for Betty Cooper. Polly’s disappearance had placed an unbearable weight on her heart and mind, and her mother’s media storm had done nothing to help her heightened state. Out of options and helpless to improve the situation, Betty had chosen to focus on the tasks that needed finishing. Tonight, that meant editing and revising the newest edition of the Blue & Gold. She dove into her articles until late in the night, until the vast majority of the building had emptied out and the sun had long disappeared.

“Juggie? Hey Jug? You awake?” Betty peered over at the boy, trying to determine just how soundly he was sleeping. He had dozed off on the couch while waiting for Betty to finish her work. She urged him to go home hours ago, but he refused to leave until she did, insisting that it was his duty to walk her home.

He looked so handsome laying there, curled up with an old copy of “1984″ lying open on his chest, crown beanie slightly askew. Betty couldn’t help but smile at the stillness of his body, feeling herself calm as she watched his chest rise and fall. When he was sleeping, the troubles that haunted him in his waking hours were imperceptible. He seemed so peaceful, so unhindered by all the worries of the world.

Deciding that he wasn’t going to stir anytime soon, she crossed the room and ever so delicately plucked his laptop from his desk, being careful not to make too much noise.

She pried open the laptop, its screen illuminating the darkened room. Typing in the password she had managed to decipher weeks ago, Betty searched for the familiar Word document labeled “No Title”. 

“You can’t name a novel before it’s finished,” Jughead had told her weeks ago, “The story has to be completed before it can speak to you.”

Betty smiled at the memory, recalling the conviction with which he had spoken. She loved the way he spoke about his novel, how his brow would furl when he was fighting writer’s block, or the light that sparked in his eye when he thought of the perfect turn of phrase. But he never let her read his work, so she had taken to reading it in secret, bit by bit, whenever she could. 

Browsing the list of documents, something caught Betty’s eye. A folder entitled, “Letters from Verona” had appeared under the list of recent files, one Betty had never noticed before. Curiosity got the best of her, and she opened it, selecting the most recent document.

Dear Juliet,

I am captivated by your eyes. I always have been. Those bewitching green eyes have always seen the world with such wonder, have always contained such beauty. They have always shined, a beacon of light in the darkest of times.

I cannot help but recall that moment, right before I kissed you, when I looked in your eyes. It was in your eyes that I found the courage to move forward, to bring my lips up against yours, to open myself up and let years of bottled affection pour out.

From that moment on, your eyes have been different. For years, I have looked into those eyes, and for years they have looked back. But only now do those alluring eyes begin to see. Only now does a part of you, however small, begin to feel the things I have been feeling for so long.

Now your eyes see me with wonder. They regard me with a tender affection, every glance full of care and devotion. To be the recipient of such a look is all I have desired for so long, and yet I am fearful. Fearful that, every time you peer into my eyes, you will see my soul. Fearful that you will know my truths. Fearful that such raw exposure will cause the warmth of those dazzling eyes to irreversibly cool.

This is my confession to you, tucked away in a file that I do not yet have the courage to share. A small piece of my heart that is reserved for another time. One day, I will find the strength to say these words to you out loud, to look you in those entrancing eyes and make a true proclamation. For now, I will simply continue to gaze into your eyes, hoping with each passing glance to convey all I am incapable of saying.

xx Romeo

Betty stared at the letter, reading and rereading each sentence, in awe of the confession. Unable to stop herself, she opened another document, and then another, and another. Letters of longing, confessions of unrequited pining, it all unfolded in before her, giving way to an overwhelming, unabashed affection.

She didn’t even notice she was crying until the letters on the screen began to swim. Her heart ached, the excess of emotion threatening to burst from her chest. It wasn’t that Jughead hadn’t expressed his feelings before - the passion with which he had kissed her in her bedroom was unquestionable - but these words were filled with a care and tenderness that was overwhelming.

He had written about her. He had written to her. All of her doubts about his intentions, all of her insecurities about their relationship, they had all disappeared under the persuasion of his confessions.

Wiping her eyes, Betty exited out of the documents and slowly closed the laptop shut, quietly returning it to his desk. She walked over to the sleeping boy on the couch, standing over him for a moment and taking him in. Smiling, she leaned down to wake him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He stirred, looking around with confusion before settling his eyes on her and smiling. The way in which his eyes connected to hers filled her whole body with warmth, the simple glance taking on a newer, deeper significance. In that moment, Betty knew she could spend forever looking into those eyes.

“Hey Bets,” he said softly, propping himself up on his elbows, “Is it time to go home?”

“Yeah Jug,” Betty smiled, “It’s time to go home.”

So, I made a pretty short fic a few months back and I’m finally deciding to share it.

Basically, fluff, feelings revealed (finally), and their first kiss, also Derek’s first kiss ever.

(No, Derek is not a teenager, he was just saving his first kiss for someone special, and Stiles… is someone special.)


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Kiss Me

Author’s Notes: This is a purely fluffy little piece of fluff. Drabble that I wrote because I was thinking about how Mulder and Scully may react to one another in a relaxed, isolated setting. This is basically two idiots in love. Hope you enjoy. 

Rating: PG

Paring: MSR

Shout out to my beta @puzzlingpeace for her help on this. 

”Kiss me.” 

I crack my eyes open as her face appears above me, waves of red hair falling around her fair face.

“Mulder. Wake up and kiss me.”

I squint against the sunrise and struggle to sit up. She moves back and perches on her feet, her cotton clad legs tucked against her chest.

Her blue eyes shine with amusement as I scrub at my five o’clock shadow and glance around at the canyon in all it’s wondrous beauty.

The canyon itself is breathtaking, but the sight of Scully so fresh and bright eyed in the natural light of the desert does things to my heart that no one has ever done to any part of me before. Wonderful things.

I stare at her for too long and she shifts uncomfortably until she’s seated fully on her backside.

“Scully…” I reach towards her and run my fingers through the soft tendrils at the side of her neck. My fingers brush her impossibly soft skin, and I feel goosebumps raise along my arms.

“What is it, Mulder?”

I merely smile and lean in, pressing my lips full against hers. I feel her intake of breath, and I smile against her mouth.

She is usually so composed, and I relish that my kiss can cause her to lose her breath. It’s a fact that she revealed one night after consuming far too much wine, and after paying attention - in the interest of research, of course - I’ve discovered that each time our lips touch, her breath catches.

She doesn’t know that the only reason I don’t breathe in is because she’s already stolen every breath from my body.

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maniacani  asked:

//slides in, Uncle Kuro crashing Keith and Shiro's dates cus their reactions are amusing and they can never really tell him off cus they're nice and all, finally the kids (teens??) coming up with a plan to keep their uncle busy all day so their dads can have some alone time lol. Kuro can't really complain, he loves them all too much

[The Voltron Family] Kuro loved Shiro’s family with his everything so obviously he would always visit them as much as he could. He overheard that Shiro and Keith were going on a date, leaving the kids with him to babysit, but they were no longer babies! Hunk was 12, Lance was 11 and Pidge was 10. They were basically adults to Kuro, they didn’t need Uncle Kuro anymore to entertain them unlike when they were younger. So, he had to find other ways of entertainment. 

It was an accident the first time. The kids were at school and he was trying to buy something when he spotted Shiro and Keith eating lunch at a Japanese restaurant. Delighted to see them he approached them and said Hi. His little chat turned into one hour chat, and the husbands didn’t have the heart to tell Kuro that they were on a lunch date.

Second time was accidental but the third time was intentional. Kuro wondered when the married couple would actually tell him to stop crashing their dates. The kids overheard their Daddies talk about it in the kitchen that they need to be sneaky with their dates so Kuro wouldn’t disturb them again. The kids were determined to stop their Uncle Kuro’s game so they followed him on their Daddies’ fifth date. 

The kids were hiding behind a corner at the mall.

Hunk: Black is on the move. *whispers*
Lance: Hunk, why are you not doing the thing? We’ve talked about this! *exasperated*
Hunk: *groans* Black is on the move. Over. *glares at Lance*
Lance: Perfect. *grins* *nudges Pidge* How’s Red and White? Over.
Pidge: So far unaware of Black approaching. Over.
Lance: Okay. *turns to Hunk* Yellow, release the kraken. 
Hunk: *nods in determination* *approached Kuro*
Kuro: *surprised* Oh, hello there, sweetheart. *kisses Hunk*
Hunk: Hi, Uncle Kuro. *grins* Can you accompany me to—
Kuro: Can’t right now, baby pea. Uncle’s gotta do a thing. *moves forward to the restaurant*
Hunk: *goes back to the gang* I can’t believe he ignored me! 
Pidge: You’ll get over it. Plan B. Blue will now open the dam. Over.
Hunk: *scrunches nose in confusion* What does that mean?
Lance: *runs towards Kuro and fake cries*

They failed no matter what they did. Kuro was still able to go into the restaurant where Keith and Shiro were having their dinner date.

Kuro: *sparkly eyes* Oh! What do you know?! *fake gasp*
Keith: *turns to see Kuro* *eye widens* *panics*
Kuro: *smiles* *kisses Keith on the lips as a greeting*
Shiro: *stands up* That’s it! I’ve had enough. 
Kuro: *turns to Shiro* Dear brother, what do you mean?
Shiro: *sighs* You need to stop this.
Kuro: Stop what? *gasp* I was just—
Keith: *interrupts* We’re on a dinner date, Kuro. Shiro and I are on a romantic dinner date as husbands, so if you could—
Shiro: Can you please stop kissing my husband when we’re on a date?
Keith: *blinks repeatedly* That’s not really a problem—
Shiro: It is to me, especially if we’re on a date, Keith. *frowns* I’m right here. I’m your husband. You married me. Not him. *points at Kuro* And I’d rather not have your lips on his when we’re on a date. 
Keith: *expression softens* Takashi… 
Shiro: I’m sorry, I know it’s whatever since it’s normal, but I honestly just want to have your attention on me. I know I sound so whiny and demanding but I don’t care. 
Keith: *smiles fondly* *touches Shiro’s hand* No, no, it’s not. 
Shiro: But please just for tonight, can you not? *turns to Kuro*
Kuro: *smirks at them*
Shiro: *glares at Kuro* You did this on purpose.
Kuro: I’m not saying anything! *chuckles* Anyway, I better go now then. *leans down to give Keith a goodbye kiss*
Keith: *stares at Shiro fondly* *senses Kuro leaning down* *shoves Kuro’s face away from him without taking his eyes off Shiro*
Kuro: Wow. I got rejected. I’m hurt. *chuckles*
Keith: *doesn’t mind Kuro* *pulls Shiro in for a kiss* God. I am so endeared right now. Jealous Takashi is something else.
Kuro: *laughs at the scene in front of him* You guys better resume your date though and actually eat your food.
Shiro: *waves at him dismissively since his mouth is occupied*
Kuro: You better be thankful you’re in a booth. *shakes his head fondly* 

Kuro exited the restaurant and saw the kids running towards him. He took their hands in his and said “Your Daddies are gonna be busy for a while.”

Love potions

Originally posted by stiilesstilinski

GIF not mine

Derek Hale x Reader 

Request :  Hi! If you don’t mind, I’d like to request a reader x Derek where they’re dating/he’s just about to ask her out but then someone uses a love potion on the reader. The reader becomes really distant and says she loves someone else, but then Derek discovers the potion and is furious that some tried to force the reader away from him. Thanks x

Warnings : cursing , mentions of rape , violence 

     “ Hi babe !” Derek said , hugging your waist from behind . He kissed the crook of your neck making you smile .

     “ Hi !” You said turning around , tangling your hands around his neck , kissing his lips softly . Yesterday you decided that you’ll spent this night at your house so you prepared everything from the food to the movie that you were going to watch . You was so happy that you got the stoned Hale to open in front of you , to let all his walls down and let you see his true self with all his scars and dark parts . He was the one that you searched for . The one whoms soul matched yours . He was the one that you loved and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him . And nothing was going to stop you .

    Robins POV

      Did she really thought that I’ll let her be with someone else ? Oh boy she was so wrong . She’s only mine and she will won’t be with someone else beside me . I say to myself as I watch that stupid werewolf leave her house . She was mine before she was his and he’s not going to take her apart from me , I don’t care that she run away when I told her that I’m a warlock and that I’ll kill every single person who stays in my way , I don’t care that she hates me after I cheated on her , I don’t care that she’s disgusted with me because I raped her , she’s mine , only mine . 

      I see her getting dressed and leaving for work . When she comes back the werewolf is not with her . I enter in the house and walk into the kitchen , she haves her back facing me as she cuts some vegetables .

     “ Hi sweetheart !” I say and she turns around fast , her eyes wide in fear . I get a tight grip on her face and open her mouth , I take the bottle hid in my pants and I pour the liquid in hers mouth . 

     “ Swallow or I’m going to repeat the thing that I did to you last time when we meet .” I threaten and she does as she’s told . I kiss her lips then I make a portal and I disappear , she’ll come back to me after she will break up with the werewolf .

                            Reders POVs

     My head feels heavy and I got dizzy after I swallowed whatever Robin put into my mouth . My head spins and I close my eyes , I feel a wave of nausea hitting me and I fell on the ground .

     I open my eyes and I see that I’m on the floor .  What the hell I’m doing on here ? I question myself before I get up and go to prepare dinner for when Robin comes home .

     As I’m busy cooking . Arms wrap around me and I smile happily but as I turn around my smile turns in a frown .

     “ What are you doing here ?” I ask Derek as he stays in front of me , he looks taken back but then he starts to laugh .

     “ Good joke ! I almost believed .” He says laughing harder .

     “ I’m not joking . What are you doing here ? From where the hell you’ve got a key to my house ?” I ask angily and Derek looks surprised .

     “ (Y/N) , what’s going on with you ? We’re together from moths . We have key from each others house from a long while . You love me and I love you , nothings going to change that . Remember ?” Derek affirms confused but I don’t know what is he talking about even if the words seem familiar I can’t really find the moment when I heard them or from who , which seems weird 

     “ I don’t love you . I love Robin , you should leave . He’s going to come home soon .” I confess and Derek looks angry . He sniffs the air and sees a little bottle on the ground . He takes it and smells it . He’s eyes turn bright reed and he growls I jump scared by his reaction but the door of the house open and Robin comes in . I ran to him and wrap my arms around his waist kissing his cold ,unfamiliar lips .

            Dereks POV

     “ What the hell you have done with her ?” I growl as Robin looks at me a smirk plastered on his lips . He looks like shit in that clothes that are to tight for his body , his greasy hair everywhere .

     “ Well my dear werewolf there’s nothing that a good potion can’t heal .” He explains and I growl . I lose control over my body , anger rushes over my body and I shift . I ran after Robin and he rans outside . I jump on top of him from behind . My claws run on his back , slashing the flesh open , blood getting stuck on my fur then I sank my fangs on hie neck and rip the skin off . I turn him around but he’s dead . He’s body and blood turn into dust and then it disappears completely .

     I take control and shift back into human form I go back into the house ad find (Y/N) on the ground . I pull on my body some underwear left to get dry and take her in my arms . She flutters her eyes open  the she coughs a pink liquid coming out from her mouth , she coughs until every single drop of the liquid is out of her than she splits on the ground . I still hold her when she’s finished . I kiss her lips and pull her closer .

     “ I’m sorry . I didn’t knew what I was doing , I …” she tries to continue but I press my lips on hers .

     “ It doesn’t matters . I love you and you love me .” I say and kiss her again .

     “ Nothing and nobody will change that .” She whispers and kisses me back .

jamlessshomai  asked:

can you do bts reaction to walking in on you masturbating?

Sure :) I hope you like it!

BTS’ reaction to walking in on you

Jin: Jin walked in through the door after a long day of work expecting to come in and see you watching television, or cooking a meal. What he got instead was a big surprise. As he opened the door to your shared bedroom, you two made eye contact and he immediately closed the door, sweat running down his forehead.

“ It seems that my little jagiya isn’t as innocent as I thought.”

Originally posted by niehauscosima

Suga: Suga came home late on night after working long hours in the studio, and he expected to come home, give you a kiss, and go directly to sleep with you in his arms. When he entered your room, you immediately sat up straight, feeling flustered, you didn’t expect him to start taking off his shirt.

“Oh jagiya, you don’t even know half of the things your body does to me.”

Originally posted by hidden--demons

J-Hope: Hoseok was about to leave the house when he heard your sweet moans coming from the bedroom. Immediately, he knew what you were up to. He smiled, and kicked off his shoes. Looks like he had different plans for tonight, and he had a feeling he was going to enjoy this more than going to dance practice. 

“There’s always next time. Come here jagiya.”

Originally posted by hoseokmyhearteu

Rap Monster: Namjoon was sleeping shirtless next to you, and you were facing his bare back. You traced a light finger down his hip. He didn’t even stir. You pouted and looked away, all of your sexual frustration being pent up inside you, you decided to relieve it yourself since Namjoon looked like he wasn’t going to be of help. All of a sudden, you felt a light grasp on your wrist, and Namjoon brought your fingers to his lips. He licked them and sucked on them sensually while you stared at him, getting even more frustrated by the second. Namjoon smirked at your desperate face

“Who said you could do that without my permission hm?”

Originally posted by jenorise

Jimin: Jimin got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. While he was in the shower he thought about last night and bit his lip just thinking of your beautiful body waiting for him back in bed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to your room, where his ears instantly picked up the sounds of your moans, and he smirked.

“Look like my jagiya missed me, good thing I only have this towel on.”

Originally posted by warofbangtan

V: Taehyung smiled and wondered if you had remembered his birthday today. He knew you were always a bit forgetful. It didn’t matter, just seeing you was one of the best gifts he could ever ask for. As he climbed the stairs to your apartment, he heard moans coming from your room. He hesitantly opened the door, wondering if you were alone or with someone else. But as soon as he heard his name escape your lips he smiled and ran into the room.

“Are you getting yourself ready for me jagiya? This is the best birthday present I could ask for”

Originally posted by buisually-appealing

Jungkook: Kookie had come home last night exhausted from work, and he had brushed you off when you tried to get close to him. When he opened his eyes he heard distinct moaning sounds, and remembered how he brushed you off last night. He slowly got up from the couch and entered the room. He kissed you and whispered in your ear

“I’m sorry jagiya, I promise I’ll take better care of you from now on.”

Originally posted by jecn

for @jamlessshomai hope you enjoy it, and sorry for the long wait!

Shu Headcanon (Um...Shu? Edition)


You curl up next to him on the bed, snuggling your face into his chest.
Shu kisses your hair and pulls you closer to him.
‘Um..hey Shu?’
He hums a reply.
'I heard Laito talking earlier. He was saying some really dirty stuff..’
'Are you surprised..?’ He sighs.
'N-no but…some of the things he was saying made me think..’
You look up at him just as he opens an eye. You blush..
'Oh?’ He was amused.
'W-well he was on about bukake…’
Shu raised an eyebrow.
'And..and I just thought..does Shu like doing that?’
He smirks.
'I like seeing my cum on you.’
You gulp, 'You do?’
'I like seeing it anywhere on your body.’ He rolls your body over and lifts off the sheets to see your partly naked body. His hand pushes up the silk nightdress to reveal your bare ass.
'I like cumming on here.’ He whispers on your ear as he strokes your ass cheek.
'And..’ He rolls you back over again and pulls down the straps, his mouth immediately finding your breasts.
'And here..’
You sigh and play with his hair enjoying the warm mouth and sensations.
Shu moves up to you, he smirks, takes your chin and kisses you with his tongue.
'I like seeing my cum in your mouth most.’
He extends the rough kiss longer.
You groan in his mouth and hold onto him. So turned on.
'But..I know you like..’ he moves above you and positions himself between your legs. 'You like me to cum inside you.’

how to make The Chosen One choose YOU: flirting, baz pitch style

(honestly im basically shitposting at this point, but i just love carry on so much. leave me be)


“I like this better than fighting,”  - Simon Snow (The Chosen One) 

  • threaten him with a viking’s funeral
  • (“do you know what that is, snow? A flaming pyre, set adrift on the sea. We could do yours in blackpool, so all your chavvy Normal friends can come,”)
  • make him cry, then drop your handkerchief sarcastically on his bed
  • call him a disgrace to magic
  • make sure it’s first thing in the morning, too, for added effect
  • turn on the charm. Woo him with your best lines
  • example, (what if I took your magic, cast it against you, and settled baz versus simon once and for all?)
  • don’t just rely on words. Act on your feelings too
  • example, push him down a flight of stairs, attempt to feed him to a chimera, etc.
  • cavort with his gf in the woods
  • bonus points if he sees it (hell, hold her hands too while you’re at it)
  • cant accept your own feelings? Conspire with your aunt to take him down
  • no chosen one, no problem
  • hopeless love? Have a backup plan
  • example: marry his ex and find a thousand different men who look like him and break each of their hearts a different way
  • just try to be honest with your feelings. Tell him you want him by your side
  • (“what if I accidentally Turned you? Then i’d be stuck with your pious face forever,”)
  • oh baz. Im swooning
  • invite him to your victorian mansion for christmas under the guise of “truce”
  • first date ideas!
  • – bring him to the british museum, steal a few books, take a walk around the park and find a place where he can eat curry while you read your stolen goods
  • dont forget to be a good conversationalist
  • (“you should eat something,”)
  • (“piss off,”)
  • confused? Lost? Failed at something important?
  • Hell, set a few trees on fire and wait for the flames to consume you
  • bonus points if you’re flammable
  • (hint! Hint! This is a good chance for a >>>KISS<<<!!!)
  • if you do it right, HE’LL kiss YOU
  • sulk and stomp away if he doesnt pull you into his arms and say “good morning, darling” when he opens his eyes first thing in the morning
  • respond to his feelings properly
  • (“you slept in my arms,”)
  • (“fitfully”)
  • accept him for who he is
  • found out your bf literally couldn’t be a bigger mess/supervillian/insiduous humdrum?
  • Kiss him, anyway (because you match)
  • (“i’m not the humdrum! But why does thinking so make you want to kiss me?”)
  • (“Everything makes me want to kiss you”)
  • seriously, I was swooning when I got to this part. Like. Seriously. Swooning. (I think I was crying a little too)

cute nicknames:

  • you courageous fuck
  • you absolute nightmare
  • love

say I love you. like, a lot 

  • I was eleven years old, and I’d lost my mother, and my soul, and the crucible gave me you
  • You were the centre of my universe. Everything else spun around you
  • looking at you was like looking directly into the sun
  • I choose you


  • who needs magic? I’m going to turn you into a vampire and make you live with me forever

no, no im not crying. i just have a bit of snowbaz in my eye 

when you’re around someone long enough, you notice. 

her perfume is clean laundry and baby powder, always. dryer sheets remind me of her eyes. i can tell when she keeps her window open at night. the dandelions and morning grass kiss their green scent against her mouth. 

i tell her she is garden laundromat scented. she laughs. “is that a good thing?” yes, of course, i just don’t know how to paint my words right, i’m sorry. “well, you smell nice too.” nice like what? “nice like you.” but what does that mean? 

she’s not good at explaining. i know that, but i wish i could know the things about myself that she knows.