The snap of a twig drew her attention. A boy emerged from between the trees, black of hair, with dark paint across his eyes. From either side of his forehead a pair of antlers branched out.
Mature, AU. This is truly magical!
Betty’s fingers trip lower as she kisses Archie back, palming him through his jeans. He’s torn between twisting away and arching closer, and Betty can’t quite swallow his moan.
Jughead does glance over at them this time, anything but subtle (turnabout is fair play) as he meets Archie’s eyes. He doesn’t say a word, just raises an eyebrow and watches him stumble over an explanation, an apology, anything.
Betty saves him from himself.
Adult, PWP, voyeurism. I sure have a thing for this… and I like that it keeps Jughead’s asexuality. :)
Steve has a fuckin’ swear jar. A swear jar.
It’s the most ludicrous thing Bucky’s ever heard in his life. They never had a swear jar; they didn’t have enough money for a fuckin’ swear jar. Every damn dime they had wouldda gone into it.
Teen, humour. I love troll!Steve fics, and these two are golden.
Bucky gets on a Manhattan bound train around 2:30, heading to 8th St. He watches the Lady far off on Liberty Island as they roll over the East River. The train is crowded and people smile at him, pleased to see a handsome young man in uniform. He smiles back, pleased with the world and everything in it. He wonders where Steve might want to go for lunch. What he’d say if Bucky asked him if he’d ever thought about treating this thing between them as real.
He comes out of the subway a little before 3 o'clock, and the world has changed.
Mature, pre-war. The texture and depth of this… Breathtaking.
Magnus had been getting Alec to do a lot of things he had never done before, and it was just really starting to piss Jace off. Not because he didn’t want Alec to try new things or be happy or to have a healthy sex life (well, maybe not that part, because – well – that was just too confusing to get into)… He just wished that Alec had been able to open up to him all these years instead.
Jealousy. Great.
Adult, voyeurism. Jace sees a bit more than he’d bargained for… This is funny and seriously sizzling.
Vid. I can’t live without him, by coldrequiem
A beautiful platonic parabatai tribute by one of my favourite vidders. Music: Come to This, by Natalie Taylor (but with a male voice?)
