tingling spines

Jeep Smut pt 2

Shawn Mendes 
Words; 2,200 
by, like, everyone at this point 
Note; Well this was a journey  😄 Also, not the best ending, but by this point I’ve been working for about 12 hours (pretty much straight) on this damn thing  😄 Oh, and here’s part 1 in case you haven't read it yet! 

“God, how does Que put up with these things?” Alex groaned as she kicked off her heels, bringing her knees to rest under her chin. From the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of the hem of her dress sliding higher up her thigh, and it took all the strength in me not to just pull over and fuck her senseless. 

Alex seemed to read my mind, a small grin flirting on her lips, “I’ve got you good, haven’t I?”

“Wait, you knew what you were doing?” I turned to her for a mini second.

Nodding, her giggles sent my heart racing as she hid the ever-growing smile behind her leg, “Why do you think Que let me borrow this dress?”

My mouth worked but I had no words.

Knuckles turning white, I gripped the wheel tightly, trying to push past my feelings and focus on the road. But Alex just loved making this hard for me. Ever so gently, her fingers danced along my arm, goose bumps forming on the skin as she grabbed my hand. She brought my hand to her lips, taking her time to kiss each knuckle. I inhaled sharply as she guided my hand up her bare leg, the tips of my fingers brushing along the hem.

Just a few more minutes.

We hit the woods at the edge of the city. The sun was already beginning to set, snippets of the pink and orange sky filtering through the clusters of tall trees. Alex rolled down her window more, letting the warm summer air into the car. It would have been romantic, if I wasn’t so God damn desperate.

Once I thought we were deep enough into the woods that no one would find us, I pulled over into a familiar lay-by overlooking a picnic area with a large lake. Cutting off the engine, we both unbuckled ourselves. I reached over to Alex, totally ready to drag her into my lap, but she didn’t seem to think the same. Instead she flashed me a smile before getting out the car.

Closing my eyes, my head fell against my chair as I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to compose myself. I swear she was trying to kill me.

I slammed the car door shut, walking across the grass towards Alex who sat on an old picnic table. Soft sun reflected off the water, casting a warm glow on her face.

Joining her on the table, I opened my arm for her. Instinctively, she curled into me, the little peck she pressed against my neck sending tingles down my spine. Her head fell onto my shoulder, small wisps of hair tickling my nose as I kissed the crown of her head.

“It’s really pretty here,” She mumbled softly, smiling at the small group of ducks swimming around the far end of the lake.

“You know what’s prettier?” She shrugged, “You.”

Her whole face blushed an adorable shade of red as my lips brushed the sensitive spot behind her ear, nipping at the skin to make her laugh, “Shut up.”

The ducks started quacking in the distance, the leaves on the tree rustling as the wind passed through them. It was quiet out here. It felt nice to get away from the loud city, even if it was only for a few hours.

“Granddad used to bring Aaliyah and me out here every summer,” I blurted out, not really sure why, “He would try and teach us to fish, but we were more interested in climbing the trees. I haven’t been here in so long.”

“We could bring our own kids here in the future. Maybe not to fish, but for like picnics or something.” My laughter caught her attention. Her grin growing as she turned to gaze up at me with dreamy eyes.

I couldn’t help but smile back, “I’d like that.”


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exo as: types of kisses

Originally posted by sensualkisses

suho: quick, chaste pecks that always have you yearning for more, that make you smile against the other’s lips as you regain control of your breathing.

Originally posted by clinicallymoi

xiumin: those amazing kisses you share with someone you’ve been wanting to kiss for what feels like fucking forever, ones that send tingles from your spine all the way down to your feet.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

baekhyun: kisses that make you seemingly melt into another world, making you forget about everything surrounding you. and when it’s all over, you can’t help but feel like your head is spinning.

Originally posted by fuckyeahcruelintentions

jongin: the slow, passionate kisses you give after a while of not seeing your lover, conveying your need of never wanting to part again.

Originally posted by moan-s

jongdae: amorous, passionate kisses that have your whole body trembling with excitement, ones you share in the back of car or in the rain.

Originally posted by alterlove-21-21

sehun: when you unexpectedly slam your mouth on the person who makes you feel so much, it’s frightening, and also confuses the shit out of you when it comes to your feelings, wanting nothing else but to feel their lips moving against yours. forever.

kyungsoo: deep, slow kisses ridden with tongue that, no matter how wild or sensual, carry nothing but love.

Originally posted by lovershub

chanyeol: wild, passionate kisses that set your whole body on fire and have your heart doubling its pace and your toes levitating off the ground.

Originally posted by thefostersseries

yixing: cute pecks that you exchange just before you go to work and right when you come home; the minute you wake up in the morning and the moment you let your eyes close before drifting off to sleep.

Dangerous attraction

You are in a happy relationship with Jungkook, Jimin is attracted to you. Jimin is sick so you have to take care of him…. Warnings: slightly mature, enjoy :)

I feel a chill slither down the back of my spine, tingling its way to the tip of my toes. I feel his hands on the my lower back, rubbing my skin ever so softly. I felt like I wanted this. I was falling into trap with every single touch he made. 

“I can make you feel so good Y/N.” 

He has a side smirk as he whispers the words so smoothly into my left ear, his words melting the insides of my stomach, “I can fuck you better than Jungkook.” 

I swallow nervously, my body still as a statue. I hastily grip my fingers at the kitchen counter as I feel my legs turning into jello.

Park Jimin, one of your boyfriends best friend who you’ve secretly fantasized ever since you’ve started dating Jungkook two years ago is finally making a move on you. You loved Jungkook. He was your first and you’ve swore he’ll be your last. He loved you like no other and obviously trusted you enough to hang around his group of friends. You liked his friends and had grown fond of them through the past years. They treated you like a little sister. You were a little too innocent for Jungkook, they thought but they all knew how smitten Jungkook was over you. Jungkook would never stop bragging to Jimin and the others about how amazing you were but they all definitely agreed with all the compliments.

“Jungkook-ah,” Jin complains from the living room, “keep it down will ya-ya horny kids dont know when to stop!” 

Jimin and the others were all sprawled out in the living room, enjoying their video game and even with the sound on loud volume, the sounds of pleasure coming from you and Jungkook were still evident. Jimin hears the noises all too much for his liking, the jealously rumbling in his stomach like a blazing storm.

Today, Jungkook and the others were gone for a the night, leaving you to take care of a sick Jimin. Jimin had a awful cold. 

“Yeah, say Happy birthday to Jaebum for me!” Jimin crocks out in a raspy sick voice as he lays there on the couch with a large blanket covering his heated up body. You wave them out the door. You scroll back inside the door, letting the silence between you two take over. 

“Are you cold? I could get you another blanket maybe?” 

Jimin looked seriously sick and you felt so sorry that he could attend his friend’s 22nd birthday. He must’ve felt miserable. 

“I think I might have a fever,” he coughs out.

You gently brush his jet black hair away and carefully place a hand on his forehead. You felt how hot his skin was. 

“You poor baby,” You croon, “I’ll get you some water.” 

You hastily get up from a squatting position and walk into the kitchen to get him a cold glass of water. Suddenly you feel a warm body behind you. You quickly turn around. 

“Jimin-ah, quit making yourself sick,” you scold him, settling the glass of water down on the counter. Before you could drag him back to the couch, he wraps his arms around you. 

“I’m cold. I wanted to feel your body heat,” Jimin pouted like a needy baby. 

You instantly blush at the contact, liking how perfectly his body moulding with yours. You could feel how warm his body was even through the thick material of the black hoodie he was wearing. You on the other hand wasn’t wearing much. You wore a large white t shirt which belonged to your boyfriend. You could weirdly enough feel your nipples harden at how tightly jimin had squeezed your body with his. You knew that it was not because of how tight the hug was but the fact it was jimin who was hugging you. You were scared the he could feel them through the layers of clothing separating your bodies apart. 

“I need some help Y/N.” He says in a low voice, “Can you help me with my problem?” 

You shudder at his husky voice, it turned you on so much when he spoke like that. Jimin then grinds his lower body, covered by his ripped knee jeans, into your stomach. You feel a the hardening bulge through his jeans. 

“J-imin. I-I dont think this is a good idea,” You breathe out. 

You were hoping Jimin will listen to the little self control you had left. Jimin removes his body from you and traps you between the counter and his strong body. You feel a tingle down the back of your spine, tingling its way to the tip of your toes. You feel like hands on your lower back, rubbing your skin ever so softly. You felt like you wanted this. You were falling into a trap with every single touch he made. 

“I can make you feel so good Y/N.” 

He has a side smirk as he whispers the words so smoothly into your left ear, his words melting the insides of your stomach, “I can fuck you better than Jungkook.” 

You swallow nervously, your body still as a statue. You grip your fingers at the kitchen counter as you feel your legs turning into jello. You forget how to speak at that point. Jimin loved your reaction, he loved how tense you were becoming. Jimin and the others knew how innocent you were. You would always blush or get shy whenever the boys would ask about you and Jungkook’s sexual life. They would always poke fun at you for this. 

“I can feel your legs shaking.” You look down to find them trembling on his own, “I know how badly you liked to be fucked.” 

You bite down on your lip at his dirty words. Jimin was known to be the best dancer out of the boys, you also knew that by the very public hip thrusts he would always show off. You could feel your panties dampen at his words. You didn’t want to move. You couldn’t make a move, your body was paralyzed. He took this as an advantage. He slowly moved his face closer to yours. You held your breath. You could feel his eyes flicker to your lips. He plants his plush lips on yours. You feel them on top of yours. You instantly fall apart. You respond by parting open your lips, creating a messy heated kiss. He pulls away. 

“A-are you sure you want this?” 

“Yeah.” you say, still trying to catch your breath. 

Jimin wanted you so bad. He wanted to make sure you wanted him too and that he this wasn’t one sided. He pulls you into his room. You sit down on his bed, nervously playing with your fingers. He stand above you watching you intently, chuckling. 

“Remove this,” he indicates to the Jungkook’s shirt. 

You tug at the white shirt, just a little. You smelt Jungkook all over the shirt. You were shaking with desire to just put Jungkook at the back of your mind and to just go ahead with Jimin but at the back of your mind, Jungkook stood there, not budging. You felt guilt. You were a cheater for even thinking about Jimin in such a way. You were dangerously attracted to Jimin, Park Jimin.

The Suicide Orphan

by reddit user Cymoril_Melnibone

I’ve long been fascinated by internet horror stories and creepypastas.

I was young and impressionable when I stumbled across my first; Jvk1166z.esp, a story about a video game mod that went eerily wrong. That tumbled me down a dark and narrow rabbit hole into The Russian Sleep Experiment, then further lost me in the cryptid wonderland where all those other internet classics live.

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I haven’t seen you in months, but every time I walk outside, I’m terrified. I feel nerves buzz in the palms of my hands and a tingling shivers down my spine. I’m worried that when I see you I will forget how to breathe or my legs will stop working properly. You’ll send my body into shock. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be constantly scanning the crowd for the familiar spike of hair or the leather jacket you insisted made you look cool? I feel the weight of the possibility of your presence every time I walk outside. I haven’t seen you in months, and I don’t know whether I want that to change or not.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

Just to annoy @jhebe59  😉

‘Once I thought we were deep enough into the woods that no one would find us, I pulled over into a layby overlooking a picnic area with a large lake. Cutting off the engine, we both unbuckled ourselves. I reached over to Alex, totally ready to drag her into my lap, but she didn’t seem to think the same. Instead she flashed me a smile before getting out the car.

Closing my eyes, my head fell against my chair as I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to compose myself. I swear she was trying to kill me.

I slammed the car door shut, walking across the grass towards Alex who sat on an old picnic table. Soft sun reflected off the water, casting a warm glow on her face.

Joining her on the table, opening my arm. Instinctively, she curled into me, the little peck she pressed against my neck sending tingles down my spine. Her head fell onto my shoulder, small wisps of hair tickling my nose as I kissed the crown of her head.

“It’s really pretty here,” She mumbled softly, smiling at the small group of ducks swimming around the far end of the lake.

“You know what’s prettier?” She shrugged, “You.”


“…because he is gonna do some crazy stuff, that is gonna balance the whole thing of hating him and… loving him.”

From this interview with Grimfrost

Have You Tried Seducing?

Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!

A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!


3 weeks.

It had been 3 weeks since you had overheard Castiel confess his love for you to Sam and Dean.

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spaces in between (m)

Pairing: Fratboy!Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: When you were maddeningly in love with your best friend/fuck buddy, bringing him as a date to a wedding was probably not the best idea.

Genre/Count: Smut & Fluff [ NC-17 ]   |   11.7k words

Note: alkewrjaer so excited to finally post this after sitting in my drafts for years. meet m’boy fuccboi!hoseok.

It was never a good idea and you should’ve stopped it from the first time, or the first week, the first month, before it went too far. But you didn’t. You were sucked into his world and him into yours. Although your lives were entangled from the very beginning, it was never meant to go this far.

Hoseok pushed himself into you again, feeling the tightness wrapping snugly around him as he released a low groan of pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good, always so good.” He buried his face in your neck as you twisted your fingers into the soft strands of his chocolate locks. He growled and thrusted into you over and over, bringing you to the edge. “Babe, shit. Goddamn, you’re so tight. Pussy always so good for me. Only for me.” He jerked his hips particularly hard, hitting that delicious spot inside of you. “Tell me.”

“Only for you,” you echoed in a gasp, head thrown back as your body arched off the bed. His mouth captured one of your peaks. The heat a contrast against the cool of his room. His abs, defined and beautiful, were layered by a sheen layer of sweat as he pounded into you. Moans tumbled from both your lips, swallowed by his mouth covering yours.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he muttered, nipping his way down your jaw and your neck. He knew you hated it when he marked you, hated it because everyone could see. What he didn’t know was that you mostly hated it because it made things more real than it actually was. A whine left your lips as he continued to print shades of blue onto the canvas of your skin. “I’m so close, babe, come with me.”

And you would. You always did, after all. Your fingers found purchase on his broad shoulders as he moved faster, pushing into you deeper and harder. The tension coiled in your stomach as the electricity coursed through your veins and straight to the space between your thighs, space filled by, and only by, Hoseok. The orgasm wracked shudders in your body as you let out a cry, the same time Hoseok groaned into your neck. Heavy breaths heaved your chest as Hoseok pulled out with a small grunt and slumped onto the space next to you.

The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes. The deafening emptiness drawing your fears forward. It always happened. No matter how many times you’ve been in bed with him, you’ve regretted every single one. The two of you were stuck in this limbo with too many questions and not a single answer.

Answers you sought and answers he couldn’t give.

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Sweat [M]

Pairing: Hoseok x reader x Yoongi

Summary: It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have an unorthodox method of trying to keep you cool.

Genre:  smut, pure smutty threesome, goodness, Poly!yoonseok

Word Count: 

Warnings: graphic depictions of sex, dirty talk, ice play

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

The sun was already shining high in the sky when your eyes fluttered open. The overwhelming heat of the day had your shirt soaked to your skin. You groaned, reaching over to chug the glass of water on the table next to you. But the room temperature water wasn’t enough to satisfy your thirst. “It’s so fucking hot.” you mumbled as you slid off your mattress. The sheets were crumpled in a pile on the floor, somehow the 3 of you managed to kick them off the bed in your sleep. 

You padded down the hallway and the familiar sounds of your boyfriends arguing rang through your ears. Yoongi and Hoseok were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Fire and ice. Water and oil. But there was something about you that brought the two of them together.

Hoseok’s eyes immediately fell onto yours as you entered the living room, “Tell Yoongi you want to go to the beach today. He’s being a lazy ass and won’t let us go.”

You chuckled, “The beach does sound nice, Hobi. But it’s probably going to be packed.” you squeezed his shoulder gently as you made your way to the fridge and out of the corner of your eye you could see him pouting. Clearly not happy that you were siding with Yoongi in this democratic household.

“See, I told you she wouldn’t want to go.” Yoongi teased as he laid back down on the floor, a gummy smile spread across his glistening face. He stared at you with mischief in his eyes, but the thought of intertwining limbs in this heat sounded like the worst possible idea, no matter how hard he made you cum.

You opened the door to the freezer, finding sweet relief in the blast of cool air rushing towards your skin. It was days like this when you cursed your boyfriends for letting them talk you into this place. Your apartment was beautiful, and you loved it, but it didn’t have A/C. So every summer the three of you wandered across the apartment in various states of undress, hoping that the lack of clothing encasing your skin will offer relief.

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Some of the Most Spine-Tingling Audio on the Internet

A small list of chilling audio compiled with the help of Reddit.

  1. Red Fox Calls- The sound made by a red fox sounds like a woman screaming in terror. Guaranteed to be one of the worst things to hear at 3AM.
  2. Thomas Edison’s Talking Doll- Nearly 126 years ago, Thomas Edison created one of the first talking dolls. Here you can listen to an awfully scratchy recording of it singing a wonderful rendition of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.”
  3. First Recording of a Human VoiceThe world’s first known recording of a human voice occurred sometime in 1860. The person in this recording is singing yet another lovely rendition of a song. This time it’s “Au Clair de La Lune” and it is absolutely chilling.
  4. The Station Nightclub Fire AudioIn 2003, 80’s rock band Great White played a show at The Station Nightclub in Rhode Island. A fire broke out due to issues with their pyrotechnic displays and nearly 100 people were trapped and burned alive. The screams of terror aren’t from the bystanders, but from those still trapped within the flames. (WARNING: This video is awfully graphic and hard to watch)
  5. Death RattleThis is the sound you may hear while with someone who is on the verge of death. It’s caused by fluid secretions building up within the respiratory system. 
  6. Kip Kinkel’s Confession TapeIn 1998, fifteen-year-old Kip Kinkel murdered his parents, two students at school, and wounded 25. Later that month, he confessed to his crimes. This audio captures his confession during a police interrogation, as well as the sobs of desperation as he tries to explain the voices in his head. Equally sad and disturbing.
  7. Alessandro Moreish "Ave Maria"One of the most renowned Castratos, or a grown male with an exceptionally high singing voice from castration before puberty, Alessandro Moreschi was recorded in the early 1900’s singing “Ave Maria.” Beautiful and chilling.
  8. 911 Call: Mother Kills Her Kids“I killed them. I killed both of them,” says the caller, completely calm, as she goes on to explain to the dispatcher how she killed her children.
Peter didn’t know that I saw him doing this, but once I watched him stand and just look at his TARDIS. For me, to have that closeness, and to witness his realization of what his job is — and then to stand behind him and know that my job was to support that was a huge privilege. It still sends tingles down my spine just to be part of it, and to see that [moment] was really very beautiful.
—  Michelle Gomez on working on Doctor Who with Peter.
Peter the player


Request: Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where you are around Peter’s age (1 year older) and a badass avenger with a public identity and best friends with Peter and when is being teased by a bunch of bullies about being a nerd with no girlfriend until he blurts out that you’re his girlfriend and they don’t believe him and tell him to prove it he runs up and kiss you begging you to go along with it

Warnings: some swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah

Originally posted by spiderholland

  Peter was fucked. That was it. He knew the minute those few words came from his lips that he was eternally fucked. 

   The boys who sat at the table directly ahead of him had turned around and started pestering him, again. Honestly, at this point in the school year he was used to it, it didn’t bug him like it used to, if anything it was just a nuisance now, a nuisance he’d do anything to get rid of. So that’s why when they started pestering him about having a significant other he flipped and blurted out, 

   "I’m actually dating someone, you know (Y/N) (Y/L/N), that really cute senior?“ The boys look a him as though he was crazy and at this point Peter think he may be. 

   "There’s no way you’re dating them,”

   "Nope, I totally am,“ Peter leans into his seat, smirking at the boys almost cooly. 

   "Yeah? Then prove it,” They boys smirk back, making Peters blood run cold. 

   (Y/N) was his best friend, his partner with shield, they were amazing and understanding but would they understand enough to help him out? 

   "Go up and kiss them,“ Peter gulps as his eyes travel to (Y/N)’s table where they were valiantly studying for an upcoming graduate test. He knew he shouldn’t disturb them at such a time but before he knew it his feet were carrying him to their table, forcing him to seat and turn to (Y/N) with a hopeful expression.

    "Pete, I’m kinda busy right now,” (Y/N) supplies before Peter even has time to open his mouth. 

   "But (Y/N), it’s really important-“ (Y/N) turns to look at Peter with their best bitch face, a face that sent fear tingling down his spine.

    "This better be good or I swear to god I’m going to beat your ass,” Peter sighs as he looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs a bit as he does. 

   "Well- so those guys who um-“ Peter didnt want to say bullying, he didn’t want to seem weak around (Y/N). "Those guys I was just talking to,” Peter gestures to the guys behind him, all staring at him intently. “They’ve been mocking me for the last couple of months-”

    “they’ve been bullying you?" 

   "No, that’s not what I said-”

    “Do I need to beat them for you?" 

   "No! God, no, I just need you to kiss me,” (Y/N) stares at Peter with a dumbfounded expression, as though he had just grown a second head or three.

    “Are you fucking serious?" 

   "I know, I know, you can beat my ass later but please, I just need this,” Peter gives (Y/N) his best puppy dog eyes, he even threw in a pout just for good measure. 

   (Y/N) was seriously contemplating saying no but then they heard the boys snickering and mocking Peter. Gritting their teeth (Y/N) leans forward, cupping Peters cheeks as they connected their lips to his. 

   His lips were surprisingly soft and sweet and (Y/N) knew It was horrible to think but they wanted more. Plus, Peter wasn’t too bad of a kisser- in fact he was good, maybe a little too good. 

   (Y/N) pulls away (even if they were reluctant), licking their lips as they look to Peter with half lidded eyes, almost as though they were drunk. Peter looks almost disbelieving himself as he stares at (Y/N), more specifically their lips. 

   "Um, uh-“ 

   "Was I your first kiss?” (Y/N) asks, cutting the younger boy short. Peter looks a bit sheepish at first, his cheeks dusting a light pink as he looks down at his hands.

    “Is it that obvious?” (Y/N) smirks as they hum, casually turning back to their papers to get back to work. 

   "No,“ Peter looks surprised at this, eyes wide and lips parted. "You’re surprisingly good,” And that was all the information (Y/N) gave Peter before they set back to work, smirking as Peter made his way back to his own table with a new sense of shock and pride.

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A/N: i was forced at gunpoint tonight to write a s4 drabble about bellarke realizing how the other feels about them. Rated T. WC: 1455.

It’s quiet.

Somehow, quiet is always around Bellamy. It’s like he wears it on his shoulders, along with all the pain and hurt and guilt. She doesn’t know if he’s even aware he projects it. All she knows is when she’s sitting with him like she is tonight, sorting meat packages into piles for storage for Alpha Station’s five years weathering out the storm, everything just feels calmer.

“Pass me the checklist,” Bellamy rumbles, nudging her hand with his. It’s the first thing either of them have said for the past half hour.

She obliges, and he squints at it.

“We’ve got to sort those.” He points. Clarke glances around. “Into different kinds of meat. We forgot to do that.”

“Then we have to do it again,” she exhales, and rakes a hand through her hair, nails digging into her own scalp. That will take another twenty minutes at least. Heavy frustration washes over her in a wave. There’s too much to do. Too many small details to iron out. “There’s not enough time.”

She hears him taking a deep breath— it’s no secret that they’re both counting down the minutes. But when he speaks, his voice is even. “There’ll be plenty of time soon enough. Five years, to be exact.”

She looks up, finds him watching her, dark eyes unreadable, and nods, her throat still feeling tight.

They resume sorting, but this time, it’s his shoulders that are drawn tight, and Clarke feels terrible right then for reminding him how little time they had, as if he weren’t already thinking about it every moment of the day. She scrambles for something to say to distract him. “What do you think you’ll do?”

Bellamy looks up, quirks up a brow.

She clarifies. “What do you think you’ll do with those five years?”

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DannyMay Day sixteen: Shitty DP AUs/Memes

…“Man wouldn’t it be funny if Danny Phantom did the dab every time he made an appearance?”

“Dude I wish!”

Out of the shadows a figure emerged. Smiling cruelly, she waved her green hand and in a flurry of smoke repeats her catchphrase.

“So you have wished it, so shall it be…”

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Come Here - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Can you write one where you think jughead looks amazing in the south side jacket and you let him know and you always pull him by the jacket to kiss him

A/N — I could not get over this request, that finale episode of Riverdale last night FUCKED me up so bad like… can Jughead not get any hotter it’s great and I’m actually loving it. Also, this contains spoilers (duh) since it’s based on episode 13 so if you haven’t watched it yet I’d recommend not to read it if you haven’t watched it yet. Anyway I hope you enjoy this imagine and it may or may not turn into some sort of smut (?), and I’ve changed this up a bit so I hope you don’t mind.

Words: 1050

Warnings: Heavy make out

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (H/C) , (E/C) - Your name, your last name, hair colour, eye colour.

Riverdale was finally coming to a peace. The mystery of Jason Blossom’s murder finally came to a close and all was calm. (Y/N), Jughead, Archie, Betty and Veronica all sat in a booth at Pop’s sipping on a milkshake flavour of their choice. This whole year, you and Jughead got closer and closer due to working on the case with him and the rest of the gang trying to figure out the murder of Jason. Spending long hours alone with you and your crush at the Blue and Gold after school made you really realise your feelings about him and how it affected you. One night, (Y/N) and Jughead stayed together investigating down at Sweetwater River and shared a kiss since the two of you knew that there was sexual tension was there with them. Ever since that incident they haven’t touched each other since. Sure, every time they have a moment alone they always wonder who’s leading who first, but the both of you were two shy at that moment.

After Pop’s, Archie walked Veronica, Betty went home to join her family for dinner and Jughead took (Y/N) to his FP’s house in the Southside. When Jughead broke the news to everyone that he got transferred to Southside High and live with his new foster family instead of living in Riverdale with Archie and his dad. Everyone was shocked and devastated by the news but not as much as (Y/N). So this was her only chance to try express her feelings towards him before he leaves since she doesn’t know when she’ll ever see him again. He bent down to the doormat in front of the door, picking up a key and digging it into the door. The house was still knocked around and ruined since he last came and had his breakdown, making Jughead get chills. You knew something was bothering him, so you walked over and held onto his arm.

“Hey Juggie, are you okay?” You asked him, looking up into his green eyes with your (E/C) ones. He sighed deeply, taking off his familiar crown-shaped beanie and throwing it to the ground.

“I don’t know, I mean… I’m not feeling it. This place just reminds me of him, y’know. This may be my last time ever coming here, (Y/N), since I have no idea how long my dad will be in jail for and I’ll be living with my foster family.” He brushed a hand through his hair as he explained to her the situation. He sat down on FP’s couch, holding his face in his hands as shortly after, you joined him.

“H-Hey, Jug? Since this may be the last time I talk to you for a while, God knows how long, I just wanted to get something straight. Since we kissed at Sweetwater River that one night, I literally have not stopped thinking about you. I’ve had this feeling about you for, I don’t know, months now. You make me so happy every time I see you and it makes me smile knowing that you actually acknowledge me. I guess,” (Y/N) paused. “I guess I love you, Jughead. I love you, Jughead Jones.”  You finally admitted. He stared at you, before you noticed his lips creep up into a smile as he scooted over to you, placing his hand on yours as he stroked his thumb against your soft skin.

“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He smirked at you, making you bite your lip. And just like that, you found your lips back on his once again. The familiar sensation running through your body sent tingles down your spine as it did for him as well. He moved his hand from yours to your left cheek as the kiss deepened. You felt yourself smile in the kiss as your tongues intertwined.

As the two of you both pulled away, he smirked leaning over and pulling you onto his lap and kissed you passionately once again in his arms. You pulled his face against yours again connecting each others lips. He moved his hands to grip onto your shirt clinging at your waist as your tugged on his hair. A small groan escaped his lips, easily turning him on. He then picked you up, pushing your back against a wall as he held you up, quickly after attaching his swollen lips back at (Y/N)’s matching ones. As you tipped your head back, he kissed his way down to your neck, nibbling against your collarbone making a moan escape your lips. In the middle of leaving his mark against your burning skin until a loud knock interrupted your heavy moment, breaking up the intense moment. Jughead quickly put you down as he fixed his clothes, walking towards the door and opening it.

As (Y/N) waited for him to be finished, she quickly stood up pulling her jacket over her body as she waited behind the door to find a returning Jughead, holding his fathers Serpent jacket. He shut the door, staring down at it.

“Is it your dad’s?” You asked in curiosity. Jughead simple just nodded, still scanning his eyes over the embroidery stitched into its leather.

“Should I?” He turned his gaze to settle on her, wondering if he was to wear it. “The Serpents dropped by and gave me it. They have my back, (Y/N), does that make me one too?”

“Jug, if you want to join The Serpents that doesn’t make you a bad guy. Stop worrying, at least try on the jacket!” She gushed over him, leaning against the wall as she watched him.

Jughead stared down at the jacket, taking in it’s final details before slipping it onto his broad arms, turning to look at a mirror as he adjusted it, a smirk falling onto his lips as he turned back to look at you. “So, how do I look?”

(Y/N) smirked, taking herself off the wall as she bit her lip, strutting over to him.

“I’m loving this bad boy Jughead Jones, hopefully I get to see him more often. Come here.” She smirked back at him, pulling him to her by his jacket and leaned up to finish where they left off.

A/N — So this didn’t exactly fit the request, so hopefully this can be a part 2 sometime when I get some time to write it where the reader pulls him around by his jacket because it’s so hOt. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this imagine although I rushed the fuck through it so please don’t mind me.

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Genre: Fluff, smutty smut smut

Summary: Yoongi is always early in his studio and well, he wakes you one morning. Simple, right? Nah, that’s where you’re wrong.

Wordcount: 2.5k 

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Rating: Explicit
Genre: fluff and smutsmutsmut
Word count: 4,312

A/N: For anon, I hope you like it 💕 I think I’m getting better at writing smut?? Maybe??

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Your yawn drowns out the faint sounds of the TV, head lolling to the side as you stare blankly at the screen. It was well past eleven thirty – well past your bedtime – and you’re struggling to keep yourself upright and alert.

Jimin texted you around ten, letting you know that his shift at the convenience store was going to drag on a bit longer than expected, and that he wasn’t totally sure when he’d be headed home. He advised you not to wait up but of course, when did you ever really listen.

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Originally posted by mixedangel

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He looks up to you from the floor at the foot of your bed, putting down his notebook in the process.

You peel your eyes from the entrancing pages of your book to meet his gaze, welcoming any and all forms of communication from an even more enticing subject.

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I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

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They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

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I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

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