under exposed

لاتتردد في العوده الى الله
مهما لوثتك الخطايا والذنوب
فالذي سترك وانت تحت سقف المعصيه
لن يفضحك تحت جناح التوبه

Do not hesitate about returning to Allah
Despite your mistakes & no matter how sinful you might be
For if He covered (protected) you under the roof of sin
He will not expose you under the wing of repentance

Marked (M)

Originally posted by pjmjjk

Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader

Halloween Drabble Series

JIN (M) | YOONGI | HOSEOK | NAMJOON (M) | JIMIN | TAEHYUNG

Summary: you were in heat, Jungkook didn’t know.

A/N: This is my fic. I am re-posting onto my sideblog.


Growing up as a werewolf was hard. Growing up as a female werewolf without a pack was impossible. You had a pack that you were good friends with and asked for help and advice from, but that’s as far as it went, for now. You have yet to find a mate and enter a pack, and were currently going through heat so you had to stay indoors to avoid any…unwanted situations a.k.a. to avoid fucking random humans and/or wolves in broad daylight. You were holed up in your apartment, skin burning and your third pair of panties for the day, ruined. Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, you groaned, realizing that you were officially out of food and had no choice but to go to the store down the street.

You picked up your phone and dialed the Alpha of the pack you knew. Namjoon had always been willing to help you, even though you weren’t technically part of his pack. He had still always called you family.

“Y/n! Hey, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in days!” He cheerily answered, and you smiled to yourself, he always had a way of cheering you up.

“Hey Namjoon, uhm.. Well I kind of have a problem.”

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anonymous asked:

You know dinosaurs ain't real right?

I turn dramatically to the entirety of birds present on this planet. They all stare at me, expectantly, their little birdie faces looking at me in various expressions and emotions. After all, birds are not one unified group. 

“I’m sorry guys,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and pained. 

One African Grey caws out, “Why are you sorry, Meig?”

I take a long, slow breath, “Tumblr Anon says you’re not real.” 

Thousands of voices caw out in unison. The horror in the air is palpable. A Harpy Eagle screeches in fury, while a Little Blue Penguin waddles up to me at the front of the room. 

“What do we do?” the penguin asks, even though penguins can’t talk, because I mean, does it matter, since penguins apparently don’t exist? 

“We move on, my friend,” I say, patting the penguin on the head, “We move on.” 

Slowly but steadily, the birds fly or walk away, all moving out in unison. Some go to universes where they do exist. Others stay here, as ghosts - remnants of an idea that once was. 

I change the title of ADAD to A Pseudosuchian A Day. I begin talking about scutes instead of feathers. 

But finally, the lies we have all been living under have been exposed. 

3

     “Come on, get off the damn ladder,” Dean said, his voice rough as he called up to you from the ground. “This thing’s too old to be safe!”

     “It’s fine, I’m almost done.” You reached the ceiling with the help of your feather duster, determined to rid the bunker of all grimy proof of disuse. “I just want to get these cobwebs down!”

     “You’re gonna fall.”

     You scoffed. “No, I’m not.”

     Otherwise known as, the famous last words.

     Your feet wobbled as the ladder suddenly swayed, steadying again as Dean grabbed hold of the bottom, but ultimately accomplished nothing. The wood creaked and your hands flew out to balance yourself. The top rung gave out with a spectacular crack. You were plummeting to the ground before you had a chance to think.

     And then you stopped. No hard floor, no broken bones, just a pair of strong arms tucked under your waist and legs and the sound of a broken ladder crashing to the ground behind you. You opened your eyes one at a time and found Dean’s concerned - but not at all surprised - face beside yours.

     “You okay?” he asked.

     You simply stared at him, awe struck. “You caught me.”

     “Yeah … ?” Dean looked confused. “Why did you think I was standing here? To let my girlfriend face-plant when this wobbly piece of crap broke?”

     “Well I knew why you were standing there, and I figured you’d try to catch me, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it. That was like in the movies!”

     “You really weren’t that high up …”

     “You saved me!”

     Dean couldn’t help but smile at that, attempting to roll his eyes but failing miserably. His grip tightened on your waist as you rested your arms on his broad shoulders. “You know, I’m not sure if I should be flattered that you’re so impressed, or offended that you didn’t think I could do it.”

     “Flattered.”

     “Oh yeah?”

     You closed that gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his and effectively shutting him up. You pushed your fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck. His hand brushed the exposed skin under the hem of your shirt. Then you pulled back, just enough to speak, and whispered against his lips, “You’re my hero, Dean Winchester.”

     A deep laugh rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your own as he spun you around. He didn’t dare put you down. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours once again, holding you close and making his way to the room you both shared.

     “Got it. Flattered it is then.”


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The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 


As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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does magnus still remember his birthday?

as prompted by the wonderful @krockszz!! thank you so much and SORRY FOR THE DELAY LMAO

(also this is much longer than i expected lol soz) let me know what you think!


Magnus had woken up to a cold and empty bed that day. It was a Monday. And although it didn’t mean anything to anyone else, Magnus had instantly realised what day – or week – it was. He glanced at the window of his loft and noted the steady snowfall as well as the stark white cityscape. The entire place was covered in a blanket of snow and Magnus sat up lazily. It had come late this year. It was almost mid-December and Magnus had been anticipating the snow for a while. He wasn’t usually one to pay attention to the weather, but he found himself increasingly seeking the cold each year that passed.

Alec had slept at the Institute last night and Magnus didn’t want to make a fuss. It wasn’t a big deal anyway. Magnus shifted and sat cross-legged in his warm sheets. He looked down at his hands, bare from any rings and the tips painted a deep blue. He sighed. He hadn’t even told Alec that it was the week of his birthday. But what was age to an immortal?

Just as Magnus thought he might be in a good mood for the day, his phone made an alarming sound. Magnus flinched, much too early to start thinking about his arrangements. He knew he had a bunch of clients for the day and Magnus couldn’t remember if he had done that on purpose. He didn’t bother to even pretend to care about his jobs. Alec had promised to spend the night for the next two days, so it was all Magnus really had going for him at the moment.

By the end of the day, Magnus was in such an annoyed state that he wasn’t sure even his boyfriend could fix. His clients hadn’t been the nicest. Magnus felt like snapping at them numerous times but settled for offering them crappy tea. How could he expect them to know? Or even care?

It was six in the evening when Magnus was called into the New York Institute by Maryse to secure some wards and he had agreed without discussion of payments. If he got to see Alec quicker than anticipated, that would be enough for him. Unfortunately, Alec was cooped up in his office completing mountains of boring paperwork for the Clave. He didn’t recognise any of the other Shadowhunters scurrying around but did stop to smile when Isabelle gave him an excited wave before heading off on a mission. He had no clue where Clary or the other Lightwoods were but wasn’t in the mood to seek them out either. He just wanted to get the job done, maybe catch a glimpse of Alec and then head home.

Once he was done, Magnus made his way to Alec’s office, eager to see the person he missed. Magnus softly knocked on the door and pushed it open when he heard Alec say “come in”. The boy looked stressed, Magnus noted. Alec’s hair, despite its already unruly nature, was sticking up in every direction and his desk was overflowing with papers. “Hey,” Magnus said with a smile as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

“Hey,” Alec sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“Mind if I bother you for a bit?” asked Magnus, leaning against the wall.

“Yes, please,” said Alec, throwing a folder on to the desk and watching it bury itself amongst the papers. “How’s your day been?” he asked, eyes not leaving Magnus’.

“Busy,” replied Magnus. He got up off the wall and walked to the other side of the office. “This is my first break all day.”

Alec’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?” he said, glancing at the clock. “Magnus, it’s almost eight.”

Magnus pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah well, like I said, I’ve been busy.” He walked over to the bookshelf that sat tall against the wall and lazily picked out a book. He noticed that the title had something to do with the Subway but didn’t bother to check before flipping to a random page. Magnus was too tired to engage in more interesting conversation. So he simply walked over to a large chair and sat down with a thump. Even then, with his mellow demeanour, Alec thought Magnus moved much more gracefully and elegantly than he himself ever could.

He frowned, leaning forward against his desk. “You okay?” Alec asked, thumbs fidgeting. Magnus took in a deep breath but didn’t look up from the book.

“Yeah,” he said curtly and Alec felt his hands become sweaty.

“Okay…” he dragged, but quickly disguised it in a chipper tone. “I actually had something to ask you. Izzy recommended this really great Italian restaurant the other day and I thought it would be great to go for your birthday?”

Magnus snapped his head up immediately. He couldn’t tell if his surprise was showing but he recognised the smirk on Alec’s face. “What?” he asked. How had Alec found out?

Alec smiled. “Your birthday; it’s this month right?”

“How did you know?” he asked in a small voice. He had absent-mindedly closed the book he was reading.

“I was looking for a file today and stumbled upon yours but it didn’t seem to have an exact date.” Alec got up and walked over to Magnus who stayed seated. Alec strolled over to the chair next to Magnus and sat down. Magnus continued to stare, not saying a word. He knew why the Institute didn’t have a date. “Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was this month?” asked Alec. There was no authority in his voice. Nothing to suggest that he should have known before hand or that demanded Magnus tell him.

Magnus licked his lips and stared downwards. “I try not to think about it,” he replied and Alec’s frown only deepened. Alec stayed quiet, worried he may have just crossed a border he was unaware even existed. “Besides,” Magnus spoke up, disrupting the silence. “When you’re as old as I am, birthdays don’t really seem to matter.”

Alec thought that was wrong. That someone like Magnus should be happy to celebrate every single year he was alive. “How do you usually celebrate it then?” he asked.

“I don’t…”

“Okay,” Alec replied quickly. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. But at least tell me what date it is so I can get you something?” A comforting smile made its way on to Alec’s features and Magnus looked up.

“Alexander, I appreciate the thought but I don’t need anything. I have you, that’s enough of a gift for me.”

Alec smiled slightly but it faded away quicker that it had appeared. “Nobody needs anything. I just want to,” he said.

Magnus took in another deep breath and placed the book on the table in front of him. “I don’t know,” he said, avoiding Alec’s gaze.

Alec’s eyebrows furrowed curiously. “You don’t know… what?” he asked.

“My birthday.”

“What do you mean you don’t know your birthday?”

“I mean, I don’t quite remember the exact date.” Alec’s mouth fell open and all he could do was stare at his boyfriend’s ludicrous words. Magnus got up to put the book back on the shelf. “The last birthday I celebrated was more than 400 years ago, Alexander,” he said, walking back to the chair but not sitting down. He felt weirdly ashamed of the fact that he didn’t know his own birthday. “I was nine when I left home and…” He shrugged. “I was able to narrow it down to a week, but not a date,” he said with a sense of finality that made Alec uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” Alec replied after a few seconds of silence.

“What for?” asked Magnus. He inched closer to Alec, his hand finding the boy’s on the armrest almost instantly. Alec looked down at their hands and tangled his fingers with Magnus’ before looking back up.

“For not knowing.”

“You didn’t kno-”

“For not asking, then.” Magnus looked at Alec, a smile on his face and his hand moving up to bury themselves in Alec’s hair.

“You don’t have anything to apologise for, Alexander,” he said softly. Alec pulled on Magnus’ arm to bring himself up so that he was standing opposite his boyfriend. He leaned in to kiss Magnus. It was sweet and it was true and Alec wanted to melt when he felt Magnus’ hands on his chest. The man brought his hands down to the small bit of exposed skin under Alec’s shirt, and he could almost feel Alec’s skin tingle at his touch. Magnus felt Alec’s breath hitch in his throat and smiled.

Alec pulled away. “Then I’ll take the week off.”

“What?” breathed Magnus, hands pausing on the waistband of Alec’s jeans. Nobody before Alec had even question Magnus about his birthday before, simply getting him a book or artefact when they ended up finding out accidentally. He had never intended on keeping something like this from Alec but he just never got around to addressing it until it was too late.

Alec pressed a short kiss to Magnus’ lips. “You, Magnus Bane, are going to have the best birthd- birthweek of your eternal life,” he explained, pecking Magnus’ lips between each word. “When do we start?”

Magnus looked down at his watch. “About 20 hours ago?” he said, sheepishly. Alec took a step back suddenly and he looked excited. Magnus saw a look of ‘you are never going to live this down’ on his boyfriend’s face.

“Izzy’s restaurant can wait. How about… we go straight to Italy?” he asked, a spark in his eyes. Magnus couldn’t help but beam at his Alec’s enthusiasm.

“How about… we start tomorrow?” he said in a low voice and Alec felt his stomach twist. Magnus clicked his fingers, firmly locking the door to the office before pressing himself tightly against Alec. He kissed him so hard that he was convinced his birthday would be every day from now on, solely because he was lucky enough to have some like Alec in his life.


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Little witch (Part 7)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 897

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so so sorry I’m posting it so late and that this part is so short. I promise to post the next tomorrow morning or at the evening and I’ll try to make it much more interesting ♥ Please tell me what you think and Enjoy :3

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6

Originally posted by koenigreus

“I’ve never thought superheroes can be that-”

“Wild.”, the two teenagers stood at the door of the living room. They had come in the tower after midnight but the people had been still parting hard. Peter and (Y/N) had spent some hours in Peter’s room talking about their past and telling each other jokes until (Y/N) had fallen asleep and Pete had moved her to her room.

“This will take ages to clean.”, the witch complained while looking at the confetti, napkins, glasses, empty bottles on the floor. There was even a spot on the carpet of wine and two others of whiskey or vodka.

“Do not worry Mrs (Y/L/N) and Mr Parker. I usually clean after the parties.”, a deep voice spoke from somewhere. It was Jarvis. At the beginning (Y/N) always jumped at the sound but after some weekends she got kind of used to it. Jarvis was like a friend to her, always helping if had gotten lost or was searching for something.

“No, Jarvis. We will do it this time.”, (Y/N) spoke and asked for some sacks where they could put all the rubbish.

“Yeah, it’s not a problem. Besides that, we’ll spent some time together.”, as Peter said those words, both him and (Y/N) blushed. Last night had changed their relationship. They were more confident around each other, showed how much they admired the other. Yes, it sounded odd. To change your attitude towards somebody just for five or six hours you had spent together. That had surprised and scared our well-known little witch. The past month was like the first years of a baby. She felt to so many things in such a short period that it was hard for her to perceive what had happened. Lately, she had decided just to feel everything rather than rationalizing it.

“I’ve wanted to ask you something since you told us your story. But I’ve never felt comfortable with it…I-um…will it be okay for you to talk about your scar?”, Peter questioned the girl as he put two empty bottles of Jack Daniels in the sack. (Y/N) was slightly surprised by the question. She had never thought somebody would be that interested in it.

“Yeah, go on.”

“Are you ashamed of it?”, the girl froze for a moment. Why would he ask such a thing!? (Y/N) turned around looking at the boy. She met his eyes and saw pure interest and soon regret as he saw her reaction, “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have as-asked that. Forge-forget about it.”, Peter stuttered and turn around shamefaced.

“No, no. It just surprised me. I don’t understand why you would ask me that.”

“I’ve seen you covering it almost all the time but simultaneously you don’t act as though you care if somebody will see it or not. ”

“Oh.”, she exclaimed, “No, I am not ashamed of it.”, she stated and images of her scar appeared in her head. When she had been still in Hydra, she had been allowed to use only one small mirror. Even with it, she had never seen her scar before she had come in the tower. (Y/N) was either too close to death to think about it, or busy with training and moaning from the pain, “The first time I saw it was when I came here. I wasn’t used to mirrors so the big one in my room did surprise me. At first I was passing by but the girl inside me saw an opportunity to show and one day I stood in front of it looking at me, my pale face that was slowly gaining its color, my pale body because of never being exposed under the sun, at my scar that wasn’t covered in blood. I saw myself whole and I did like every part of it. It made me who I am. Even the scar. You may think I was shocked, disgusted, ashamed of it but no. Well, maybe part of me felt sad but I was proud.”, at that time Peter and (Y/N) had sat in the clean part of the sofa. Pete was listening to her in awe. He was amazed by her words and the way she was talking about such a thing that could had caused her nightmares. The girl, on the other hand, was fully immersed in what she was saying. The events she was talking about overwhelmed her letting her feel the same emotions as she had done then, “I am proud of it because it tells my story and reveals who I am. It shows what I’ve been though and that I survived. When I was chained and whiplashed, I felt death. Deep inside I believed that every time was my last. That with the next close of my eyes, the agony would stop. I wanted that, Peter!”, the girl looked at him and he saw the broken in them. The previous night, when they were together, before and after the kiss she was smiling, shining like a star and lighting his way. Now, his star was quenched, “I was at the threshold of giving up. But I didn’t and that’s why I am not ashamed of my scar. It shows how strong I am and I will always be proud I managed to escape this peaceful trap I got myself into.”

For a moment, the boy just stood there not able to say anything. He had lost the ability to talk being too impressed. He had thought he had problems, with his high school troubles and nightly adventures. He was falling for her more and more with every second passing. He wasn’t able to stop it and was happy about it.

“Am I interrupting something?”, somebody asked all of a sudden causing the two teenagers, who were obviously sharing a moment, to jump, “Oh, sorry kids, didn’t want to scare you.”

“Hey, Colson!”, Peter greeted the man in the TV, “How are you?”

“Perfectly good. And by what I see around you, it must have been a rough night, huh?”, the man laughed at his words. Although he was used to seeing his favourite Avengers with hangovers the next morning, he still found their state funny.

“Well, maybe. We weren’t here but for the two of us it was definitely a night to remember.”, (Y/N) smiled and stood take a bottle because it wasn’t letting her see the man.

“Be careful, kids!”, he warned them with a smirk on his baby face, “I don’t want to become a grandpa.”

“You are just like Mr. Stark!”, Peter exclaimed.

“Is there something important, Mr. Colson?”, the girl changed the subject as she wasn’t that comfortable with the previous one.

“I’ve sent some information about a case. Tell Steve and Natasha to check it when they wake up.”, he informed the teenagers in front of him and said a goodbye giving the excuse he was busy. Then the screen went black and the ‘kids’, as Colson had referred to them, were once again alone.

“You know what? I am tired and I want to take a rest. Why don’t we leave this to the others?”, (Y/N) suggested as she put the sack on the floor, “It will be a lesson for them to learn.”

“I agree with you.”

“I’ll be in my room.”, the girl announced without letting Peter suggest a way to spent the time. She knew he would do so and she would had gladly accepted but right now she had something in mind that had to be done. Peter found her behavior odd but gave it to the exhausted statement.

(Y/N) rushed towards her room and once she was inside she turned the key. Something in Colson’s behavior had shown that there was a secret he was keeping. The way he looked for a second towards here and the fact that he gulped nervously was enough for her to understand that the secret was about her. Something had happened and it involved her. She had to know what and why.

“Jarvis, can I ask you for a favor?”, the girl asked as she sat on her bed.

“Yes, my lady, how can I help you?”, his voice echoed through the room. (Y/N) took a deep breath and then spoke

“Can you show me the file Mr. Colson have sent?”, the girl begged that her will would be fulfilled.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. (Y/L/N), but it’s only for Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”

“Jarvis, I need to know about that file. Nobody would know that I have read it.”, the girl stood and looked at one of the camera in the corner of the room. Tony assured her that only Jarvis could turn it on if he thinks someone is in danger, “I will get it eventually but since we are like friends, I am asking you polite. Please, show me the file.”, (Y/N) spoke softly yet firmly. Jarvis, of course, protested for some minutes but finally gave in.

“Here, but only for a second.”, her laptop shined and she saw a file being opened.

The girl sat on the chair and looked at the screen. There were some photos and a document. She decided to first open the photos and then the text explaining them. She clicked on them and the first one made her heart skip a beat. Woods, dead bodies, blood…(Y/N) clicked again and the photo changed. This one wasn’t taken from a distance like the other. It gave a better view on what had happened. She saw a kid laying on the ground dead. He had two, three, four, five holes in his body from bullets. The trees around the body were burnt, the grass too. (Y/N) knew those blonde curls, now having a red liquid in their ends, the pale face and the dark blue eyes that were looking at her. Biting her lip she opened the next photos. There were three more children and one boy around her age. Every one of them was surrounded by the damages their powers had caused. The witch was aware what had happened without even opening the file. However, she did it only to make sure she was wrong. Sadly, her thoughts were real. These kids had been killed by Hydra agents two kilometers away from the base where she had been kept. (Y/N) closed the laptop and turned around on the chair. She positioned her elbows in her knees and buried her head in her hands. Breathing in and out she tried to rationalize what she had seen. Those children weren’t more than 12, except the boy who was 16. Some of them had marks on them with the famous symbol of Hydra. Just like her, they had been marked no matter it was in a different way. She had to do something, she wanted to. Through the tenth years she had spent in the base, other kids had been coming, kidnapped from their parents. Some of them were orphans but others weren’t. They had families, friends, people who loved and adored them. And now? They were dead, lying on the woods where nobody could find them. They were thrown away like rubbish, killed as though they had been wild animals. Rage kept rising in (Y/N)’s body. She felt something that she hadn’t experienced for a month. But this time she didn’t try to stop it.

Part 8

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Yes, Your Bucky

Summary: This is a sequel to My James, Your Bucky. The reader and her plum dumpling come to terms with what happened to James.


Word count: 2.5k


Warnings: Angst central, people. You’ve been warned.


A/N: The response to My James, Your Bucky has been so awesome. I did say that if I write the next part it will be painful. You still wanted more. I hope you like it.


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It’s been good few hours since you discovered your flat in a complete mess. You’ve been practically dragged out of there by a man with the bow. Hawkeye, you think was his name. Frankly, quite a few people introduced themselves to you outside, but you couldn’t care less for who they were. Why would you? They all just barged into your life expecting you to be calm and understanding. Calm and understanding?!

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Shorties & Dorks

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Request: Hey, love your writing! I was wondering if a could request a fic where Dean and the reader are that dorky but adorable couple. Like they sing (not very well) in the car together, tell bad jokes, watch movies in sweatpants see who can make a better Mohawk with their hair when in the shower lmao idk, you get the idea. And then at the end he proposes to her? I’m getting bored of fics with stereotypical characters and relationships :P Thanks so much!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever written…


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Bughead College AU: Smells Like School Spirit

Within her first week in college, Betty learned three very important lessons.  First, just because a dining hall is all-you-can-eat does not mean that you, in fact, need to eat all you can.  Second, the elevators will never come as quickly as you hope.  And third, don’t piss off your roommate unless you want to end up locked outside in nothing but a tiny towel.

Betty just learned that third one.  

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Originally posted by lovershub

KAI PARKER X READER (SMUT!)

Sunrise

Request: waking up in bed - morning kai and turns heated

She let out a soft groan, blinking groggily through her eyelashes and pushing her messy locks from her eyes. She lay surrounded by plush white sheets and feather pillows, the noise of early morning birds chirping drifting through her open window. With a seconds confusion, she turned, remembering that she’d closed her window before bed last night. Her violet curtains had been pushed aside, window hanging loose, a smug boy blocking her view of the outside world.

“Good morning, princess,” he smiled, sliding his fingers gently across her cheek. His brown locks were smoothed perfectly atop his head, those heart stoppingly beautiful blue eyes were locked to her own, and seeing her instantly sent a smile to his lips. He was stretched out atop the blankets, fully clothed in a black pullover and tattered jeans.

“Kai!” she said with surprise, quickly grabbing at the sheets and going to pull them over her exposed flesh, as she’d passed out wearing only her undergarments.

“Don’t,” he stopped her, locking his fingers gently through her own and peeling them away from the sheets.

“Kai,” she flushed with embarrassment. “I-don’t,” she stumbled, completely self conscious of her body.

He silenced her with his lips, molding them gently against her own, moving his hands gently around her hips, his cold rings sending shivers down her spine.

“You are by far the most beautiful girl I’ve had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon,” he sighed, pulling away and pressing his pretty nose against her own, “it’s about time you see that.”

Her cheeks burned red, bashful smile tickling her lips but unable to find the right words to respond with. He didn’t mean it as a way to flirt, he just genuinely enjoyed every inch of her body, and made sure to keep his eyes only on her face all the while.

“Why are you here?” she asked after a brief silence.

“I couldn’t sleep, but, seeing you helps me relax,” he admitted. “Also, I was hoping we could watch the sunrise together,” he signalled at the orange flares coming from outside.

“I would love to,” she smiled happily at Kai, to which he beamed and rolled to his side so he could face the window. From behind the rich green foliage in the driveway, they were able to make out the ember colors that lifted into the grey sky, like a giant golden red suspending orb being held by an invisible string. The girl pushed herself up a little so she could see over Kai, snuggling into his backside while she was at it. Her arm came around his body as she meshed her own into his shape, instantly feeling Kai go stiff under her touch.

“You okay?” she asked, sensing his shift.

“Of course,” he responded quietly.

“Good,” she breathed into him, watching the sky melt into a soft pastel blue, her hand absentmindedly starting to draw little patterns over the heretic’s flesh.

His breath hitched in his throat, but he ignored it and tried with all his might to ignore the feeling of her skin against his own, and the smell of soft sugar and honey that wafted off her body, the one he knew by now came from her favorite body foam. What was infuriating was that she didn’t even know what she was doing to him without even meaning to.

The girl pressed her face gently against the back of Kai’s head, her full lips and soft breath skimming over his skin and heartbeat steadily thrumming into his back. Her eyes were focused on the color palette in the sky, but Kai’s weren’t, his vision going blurry as he struggled to focus, causing him to release an involuntary growl of disscontempt. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked with concern, peeling her eyes from the sky.

“I can’t-” he said through a raspy breath, his eyes closing, “focus.”

“Why?” she asked, not aware of her control over him.

“I can’t,” he tried again, “when your hands are on me, and i’m drowning in your scent, and y-your heartbeat-” he tried to explain through soft stammers.

“Oh?!” she said, rolling gently aside, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I mean,” he turned to face her now, “it’s nice.”

His blue eyes skipped all over her face, never sure where to look.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed nervously, her heart starting to race.

Kai’s eyes fluttered closed, his chest rising heavily as he bit at his tongue to restrain himself from thinking of all the things he wanted to do, from feeling-

Suddenly his breath was lost as he felt a leg stretching over his side and bringing down weight to sit gently on his front, as well as two hands trailing softly over the fabric of his shirt. His eyes blinked open at the girl, who sat innocently atop Kai’s body, straddling him as if it was no big deal. She looked shy as ever, her hands not knowing which part of him to touch, her chest rattling softly as she breathed unsurely. Her eyes drifted up to Kai’s, waiting for him to say something, but when she realized he couldn’t, her fingers just nervously toyed with the hem of his shirt.

“May I?” she gulped, tugging at his tee.

He nodded slowly, still shocked as she pulled his shirt right over his head and stared in awe at his rippled front. Her hands trailed over Kai’s foreign skin, fingertips sending electricity through his body as she simply felt every inch of him. Then, without a glance up at him, she dipped her mouth into his front and began to explore it, letting her lips drop kisses, or tongue draw circles against him. Kai’s eyes drank of the sight of her, the feeling causing him to release a soft noise of contempt.

“(Y/N),” he managed at last.

“Yeah?” she said, lifting her head and diverting her attention back to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, already hating how it felt when her mouth wasn’t on his flesh.

“I don’t know,” she flushed, “I just, really want to…” she trailed off.

“Want to what?” he murmured, lifting himself up so he could bring his face closer to hers.

“I want…” she breathed, staring at the heretic’s lips, her heart going into overdrive. His eyes bore into hers, challenging her to close the gap between their mouths, so she did. Her face went slamming into his own, noses pressing together as her lips found his, and her hands went sliding into his soft brown hair. She rocked herself gently into Kai’s body, and he went back against the pillows, allowing her to assert more dominance as she pressed her mouth into his with more force, tongue sneaking in between his lips before he was given the opportunity to breathe. She was suddenly aware of the knot forming within her, Kai’s soft growl of hunger against her lips enough to drive her crazy. She removed herself from his lips and began trailing her tongue down a slow line across his chest, Kai’s hands against her hips as she moved down on him. She reached his boxerline, his sharp curves creating a V shape to where she wanted to go next, but before she could, she was flipped to her back, Kai assuming a position over her body. His hands came to her breasts, only unclasping her bra when she gave him a nod, and he felt himself ache from the sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to her when he saw her lips droop slightly with worry.

This made her smile a little, and he smiled right back before delving into her chest. His mouth attached around her right nipple, tongue drawing circles, hands coming to massage her gently. He dropped a kiss in the valley between her breasts before switching sides, the girls fingers sliding into his hair, mouth dropping open as she released a noise that made Kai go insane. His front harshly pressed to hers, she felt as his growing bulge pressed hard into her, and she fumbled through the pleasure for the zipper, her fingers clawing at his jeans with impatience. Kai drew his lips back to hers, pressing gently into her mouth and releasing a soft laugh into her lips, pulling away to look her over with a chuckle.

“Kai,” she begged, trailing her fingernail across the hem of his jeans, fingers aching with the need to explore him.

His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he let out another laugh, loving the way she went crazy beneath him, her urgency for him.

She pouted up at him, lower lip jutting out as she glared daggers at his smug little smirk, “you’re enjoying this?”

“Sure am,” he smiled.

She pursed her lips, eyes glued to his as she slowly removed her underwear, now laying fully exposed under the heretic, who’s eyes instantly flickered down, breath getting caught in his throat from the sight.

“What about now?” she challenged.

His nostrils flared, eyebrow raised with defeat, “got me.”

He tossed aside his pants, not even letting her get a good look before diving down into her heat, his hands forcing her thighs outwards as he bent into her, mouth attaching to where she needed him most. Her head instantly fell out, a profanity escaping her lips as Kai dipped his tongue cautiously inside her, one of his hands coming up to massage her clitoris. 

“Fuck, you taste good,” he moaned, nuzzling his face deeper down, tongue flittering across her entrance before fully extending inside of her, his hand rubbing little circles, the knot in her stomach tightening. Not enough for him, he scooted further up her body, positioning himself at her entrance, blue eyes filled with lust as they met with hers, eyes to her face as he pushed himself gently inside of her. Her eyes rolled back, that noise he loved emanating from her throat, her hair a perfect halo around her pretty little face, and just that was enough to make him almost lose it. Kai placed a hand upon either side of her hips before slowly rocking his length into her. His length stretched her open, but the look of pain she wore only lasted a second before dissolving into pleasure, her walls tightening comfortably around him. He began a slow rhythm as he pulled back and dipped forward, unable to keep his eyes open as he was engulfed by that feeling. Their breathing coming more ragged, bodies covered in a layer of sweat, he began to quicken his pace, his hips coming knocking into her own every time he slammed himself into her. His rings left deep imprints in her skin as he forced her down, her own hands coming to his back and leaving a trail of red fingernail marks.

“Mal-achai,” she said, choking on her own words, nails sinking into his flesh.

He practically melted at the sight of her, no mercy as he felt himself slipping, his thrusts starting to get more sloppy now. The girl’s body began to convulse beneath him, the knot unwinding in her stomach as she let out a cry, Kai giving a final push before groaning out as he emptied himself inside of her. Filled to the brim and unable to move, she quietly shook beneath Kai Parker, giving herself time to recover. Kai removed himself and bent down to clean her up gently with his tongue, the sensitivity causing her to twitch lightly.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling her fragile form into his embrace, her face nuzzled into his chest as she slowly regained composure. He brought his fingers trailing gently through her messy tangles, dimples alighting his cheeks when she blinked those eyes up at him.

“So, that sunrise was pretty great, huh?” he joked.

She giggled into his skin, unable to control her laughter, “Kai!”

He smiled down at her, happy to hear that laugh.

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling her hair gently behind her ear.

“What?” she whispered up at him.

“Nothing,” he sighed, planting a kiss briefly to her forehead, “I’m just at a loss of words for how in love with you I am.”

Bad Moon Rising (Part 1)

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: language, mild injury

A/N: Enjoy!…


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