#Smutty bughead

[imreallyloveleee]

head underwater, chapter nine

He spreads his palm across her lower back, steadying her. “It’s been a while.”

“A week.” Not that she’s been counting the days since they last fucked, or anything like that.

“A whole week,” he teases. His other hand tangles in her hair, cradling the back of her head. “How did you survive?”

read chapter 9 on ao3. (or start from the beginning.)

[lanadeljones]

If your up for another one, (if not just dm me it's not a biggie)... "The only way you're getting off is on my thigh." Bughead. Anything else if your choice but i would never say no to being make-up sex.

Jughead flops down on his desk chair and runs his hands through his hands. He rotates his neck from side to side after a few loud cracks he closes his eyes and lets his head dip back. The quiet room soothes the throbbing in his temples, grateful he was able to leave Veronica’s party earlier than planned. 

 Loud clicks echoing down the hallway alerted him of Betty approaching, his lips twitch in a smile. He opened his eyes and turned his head to watch her walk in with an innocent smile and glass tumbler in her hand. She walks up and perched herself on top of his desk directly in front of him. His eyes travel up her long stocking clad legs as she crosses them.

    “I’m sorry about tonight” she sets her hand holding the whiskey down beside her, her fingers tracing patterns along the condensation.

Jughead arches an eyebrow and crosses his arms in response.

    “It was all in good fun, Juggie. Just a little light teasing”

    “Oh, really? You were torturing me, Betts” 

    “It’s not my fault you took everything I did sexually” 

    “Oh. so it’s my fault then? Did I just imagine you stuffing your panties into my pocket?”

Betty shrugged her shoulders as a response, the action causing the thin straps of her dress to fall off her shoulders. Her wide doe eyes twinkling in the dim light.

    “You’re a little shit”

He uncrosses his arms and leans forward, he slowly traces his hand up her inner thigh. He watches her suck in a breath and bit her bottom lip as his hands play with the hem of her dress, raising it up. His pointer finger ghosts over the sheer black nylon that covered her core before reaching for the glass. The annoyed sigh coming from her as he took a sip of whiskey made him smile.

     “Well, that was just plain rude”

    “What’s the matter baby? It’s just a little teasing” 

Drinking the last of his whiskey he leans forward again and sets the empty glass down. He places his hands on her hips, grabbing fistfulls of fabric. He raises her off the desk and positions her in his lap in one fell swoop. Her hands find their place on his shoulders as she widens her legs for him. He raises the last bit of fabric covering her up to her waist, his hands traveling down to knead her ass. Betty grinds down against him, her moan filling the quiet room.

    “You seem a little needy tonight” he presses her ass towards him to add pressure to her movement.

    “What does my baby need” he whispered hotly into her ear.

    “You. I need you and your hard cock. Please”

    “I’m not sure if you deserve it” he nibbles on her earlobe, releasing it with an audible pop.

He grabs at her hips again and lifts her up, a noise of protest greets him as she tried to thrust her hips forward against his lower belly. He places her to straddle his thigh, his hands guiding her to continue her movements. He watches as the black nylon gets wetter with each thrust she makes. 

    “Please, Juggie. Fuck me” he soft plea causes his dick to twitch in response.

    “Oh pretty baby” he moves a few blonde strands away from her face.

    “The only way you’re getting off tonight is on my thigh”

Betty groaned loudly at his words, her thrust growing deeper and harder. Annoyed with the obstructed view he moves his hands to her core, and begins to rip open the nylon.The loud ripping fills his ears as her wet pink pussy is on display for him. The view of her lips spread open against the fabric of his pants caused his lower belly to tighten in need. He fumbles with his belt as he frantically moves to release himself.

A hiss moves from his lips as the cool air hits his overheated skin as she springs free from his boxers. He wraps his hand around himself at the base and starts to stroke himself, swiping his thumb over the tip to collect his precum and help make his movements slicker. His wrist snap to the same rhythm as Betty’s, their movement growing quicker with each passing second. The tension building in his lower stomach is becoming too much, as he feels the fabric of his trousers dampening as Betty reaches closer and closer to her release.

    “That’s it baby” he encourages her as she pounds herself against him.

    “Take what you need from me”

Betty throws her head back as her legs begin to shake, her chorus’ of yeses growing louder and louder with each snap of her hips. One last yes gets strangled in her throat as her legs clamp tightly against his thigh, a wave of liquid seeps into the fabric of his pants, completely ruining them. 

The waves of arousal he could feel from Betty as she wantonly rubs herself against him while she came down from her orgasm pushed Jughead over the edge. He imagined his cock buried deep in her slick core as she fluttered around him as he releases thick ropes of cum over his hands and stomach. Betty loosens her hold against him and reaches for his sticky hand, bringing it up to her mouth. A loud moan forms in her throat as she begins to lick him clean. After every last drop was lapped up by her she begins to remove herself from the chair. 

Jughead tsks as he reaches for her hand before she was fully standing up, dragging her to drape herself against his chest. He moves the curtain of blonde curls to reveal her ear, leaning in he kisses the sensitive skin behind her ear.

“Oh baby, I’m not done with you yet” 

[thetaoofbetty]

just found a bughead soulmate wip i started a couple years ago and mostly forgot about in my docs involving parallel universes and never did much with it past the first chapter because i thought it might be a little too weird

oh, how the turntables

[mieteve-minijoma]

Chapter Fifteen & Sixteen

By: @bluevelvetvideo and @mieteve-minijoma

"There's one more thing, the whole reason she called in the first place," Jughead said finally as he helped her with the dishes. The tone in his voice had Betty swallowing around nothing, bracing herself for bad news.

"I– uh, I actually left work and didn't say anything to anyone. So, unfortunately, I have to go back to the city to finish filming. Production has done all they can without me there and I need to get back to the city or I'll lose the deal."

"Oh," she said as she idly dried the dishes. "So you need to leave..."

"It's only a few weeks," he explained as he watched her walk over to the fridge, hoping she might agree to his next question. "And I was thinking… what if you came with me?"

Chapter Fifteen & Sixteen

Or start from the beginning

Warnings/Preface

[notinwonderlandanym0re]

I Had An Inkling

Happy Valentine’s Day, Everyone!!!

And a special happy birthday to @cheryllclayton​!!!

I got my first square done for @riverdalebingo​ tonight! <3

(Please let me know if I mess any of this up!)

READ “I HAD AN INKLING” HERE Square: Bughead (BettyxJughead) Word Count: 5,954 Ship/Pair: BettyxJughead No warnings. Rated M. 18+ Crowd Only! Tags: Pining, Jealousy, Office Sex, Valentine’s Day Fluff! Cover Art: Me Beta: @lucivar​

Summary/Teaser:

Betty rubbed the tiredness from her eyes with the back of her fingers as she tried to concentrate on her computer screen. It had been a long day. Between the impending deadlines and the excitement of Valentine’s Day plans coursing through the building, she was struggling to keep her thoughts on task. It wasn’t that she was mad that others around her were abuzz with their blatant displays of affection or anything, she just didn’t see the point of it being such a big deal in a building full of functioning adults. It wasn’t like they were still in high school.

Betty rolled her eyes in spite of herself. Alright, maybe she was being a little bitter since the object of her affection was a mere twenty feet away, ensconced in his office, so close and yet so far from her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing except, you know, sit there and glare daggers at his door.

Letting out a small sigh, Betty rolled her shoulders back and tried to focus on her work. She was trying desperately to finish proofreading her article so she could go home and curl up in bed with a pint of ice cream only to wake up tomorrow in a world that wasn’t filled with shiny heart balloons and giant teddy bears.

Her concentration was broken by giggles filtering through the space. Distracted, her eyes wandered over the office floor. Now, since she was distracted, she allowed herself a mere glance at the office of the senior editor again. Jughead Jones. He’d been enthusiastic about her experience when he chose her for the assistant to the editor job before she’d even finished her interview. She was grateful to him for believing in her and offering his guidance throughout the last year of her employment.

But she had developed a very real problem - she liked him. Finish the story HERE.

[thatiranianphantom]

until my dying day, drabble three

“But...you love me.”

It’s wobbly, comes out on a teary breath. Like the five year old boy who insisted Betty was his best friend. Like the boy who had so little holding on desperately to what he had. 

And she does, she does love him. In a way that’s so big she struggles to define it. It a way where his arms are her only safe place. In a big way, a breath-stealing, forever kind of way. The kind of way that seems like something two traumatized teens shouldn’t understand but she knows as surely as she knows her own name. 

But knowing that, she still kissed Archie. And she still lied to him.

So she crawls up to her sweet, loving boyfriend, and pours all the love she feels into the kiss. 

They separate with long breaths. She’s fairly certain the tears are from both of them. 

“I do,” she breathes. “God, I do. I love you so much.”

“Betty...” It’s all he can say. She looks around this room, their room, the sanctuary they had made, and kisses him again. 

It feels like home, like it always does, and she wants more. She wants him closer, wants to feel them so close that they meld into one. 

So she pulls her shirt off, never breaking gaze, and his eyes are teary.

She unhooks her bra and feels his tears on her cheeks. 

She pushes him down onto their bed and whispers her love into every inch of his skin. 

Using @bugheadchemistry���s beautiful gif that the fandom as a whole has been staring at for the last 4 days. 

[babysprouseisart]

He kissed her as if her lips were oxygen. And she touched his body, as if touching the wind.

See how strong the tide of excitement is, how their hands are shaking, wanting to satisfy themselves more quickly, how deeply their adoration is, their attraction to each other, how they smile at each other before and after a kiss and how she whispers with lips “More, dear, more!”

Also: It amuses me how she's even sitting on the cupboard or what it is and she still not above by him much.

It's called the height difference I love.

[jjonesin4]

Bughead & Friends Drabble Challenge Day 7

Genre: Work Place Drama

Prompt: Team Building & Can’t Handle It

Tags: @bugheaddrabblechallenge @honestlyhappymoon

“I don’t date coworkers, Reggie, but thank you for the invitation,” Betty says to the cocky new marketing director.

“Think of it as team building then, buttercup,” Reggie flirts.

Jughead audibly groans from the cubicle next door upon hearing such a cheesy line causing Betty to try to choke back laughter. Reggie doesn’t notice that he is the butt of their joke and continues to talk about how “dope” the seats are for his season tickets to some sports team.

Jughead can’t handle another second of listening to Reggie drone on and decides to take action.

Jughead pops his head up above his cubical and interrupts the meathead trying to pick up an extremely disinterested coworker. “Betts, we have that writer’s meeting in 5 minutes, so we should probably get going,” he says with a smirk.

Betty follows his setup flawlessly. “Oh, shoot! You’re right, Jug. Sorry to cut this short, but we have to leave,” she says while gathering her notebook and favorite pen. “Have a good rest of your day, Reggie.”

Once they are out of sight Betty runs into the storage closet with Jughead hot on her heels and closes the door as quietly as possible.

Within seconds Jughead has her pressed up against the wall kissing her neck messily with one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and the other hand moving south.

Reggie happened to need batteries from the storage closet for his wireless mouse at the same moment Jughead was unbuttoning Betty’s shirt.

“What the fuck?!” Reggie exclaims when he opens the door.

“Think of it as team building, Reg,” Jughead snarks as he closes and locks the door in Reggie’s face.

[strangenightsofdaydreams]

Prompt 95

This is a jumbled, unbeta’d untitiled ficlet in response to prompt #95- asphyxiation and penetration with an invisible being. Falls under Paraphila Playland and Fantasies Come True. I have no one to tag since it was anonymous. The beginning is kind of dark but not dub-con. I really needed to get this in (no, not late, why would you say that? time has taken a vacation don’t you know) so read on or don’t. I will upload a smoother and a lil more fleshed out version on Ao3 this weekend. 

His hand bypasses her loose skirt and underwear, finding her unsurprisingly soaked. He thrums her clit harshly, watching her face for a moment before tracing her entrance and abruptly shoving two fingers in.

“You like this, don’t you? It’s your favorite part of the week. Prim Miss Cooper being a good girl and checking all the active sites. Except you haven’t told your superiors that you’ve made contact with me, have you? I bet you’ve left me out of your reports. If they did, they might check in with me and I could spill about how you get your rocks off every week. They must know about the others, no logged interaction would be suspicious. I can see the echo of their signatures on you since you saved me for last. But there’s nothing near that sweet pussy so it’s just me that gets this special treatment.” Jughead pauses while his free hand traces her cheekbone, her brow, the outline of her lips. The wet, smacking sound of his fingers driving in and out brutally fast, stand out now that he stopped talking and echo in the building.  

“Are you smitten Betty? Do you think one day I might exert a little too much pressure during our interludes and kill you? You’d be a ghost just like me, with me. Does the thought of that make you happy? I can see it intrigues you. I’ve known you for months. Spent two hours once a week for seven months before you even got up the nerve to kiss me. And we’ve some glorious sessions since then but I got a little introspective yesterday.” 

Betty breathes out sharply and whispers his name. Jughead scowls and suddenly there is a steady pressure on her throat, digging in the slightest bit. 

“Hmmm? I can’t quite hear you.”

Betty makes a little choking sound, her eyes watering. 

He presses his chest into her front, practically squishing Betty into the wall and her eyes roll into her head. 

“You don’t even know what I look like. Not really. And you certainly didn’t when you laid one in me so what’s the deal Cooper?”

She feels his hand leave and creep into her hair before he massages the back of her scalp not leaning on the wall. 

“I’ve begun to think you’re flirting with death through me. But I’m a person even if I’m dead and I don’t appreciate being used.” 

She opens her mouth and he swiftly moves back with supernatural speed to squeezes her neck. 

“Unless you make the stop sign, you are not getting the chance to talk. Understood. Nod or shake.” He loosens his hold so she can indicate properly. Her eyes plead with him but ultimately she swallows and nods, reaching up to caress the invisible hand now laying on her collarbone. 

“You’re right. I’m being too melancholy. Most people don’t expect spectacular sex after death. I should focus on the task at hand.” 

His left hand was still wedged inside her cunt during all of this but he had halted his finger fucking earlier. Jug finally starts the push and pull again, pinching her clit with his thumb and pinky before grinding his palm. Betty shudders, already close to finishing again and essentially debauched. 

He feels very lucky he trimmed his nails two days before he died otherwise he would have had to hesitate before curling his fingers inside her and he so loves the ensuing gush from it. 

Her cheeks are rosy and he can’t help but stare at them before moving his gaze to her lips. He’s barely kissed her today. His anger was too high for sweetness and it’s harder with this specific position.  The grip his anger had softens and Jughead leans down to cover her plushier mouth with his. She presses against him as much as possible to prolong the contact but he pulls away with a quick nip to upper lip.  He hikes up her leg and positions himself accordingly. Jughead feels that same sense of belonging he gets every time she grants him this pleasure and thrusts inside. Keeping a feverish pace, Jughead tried to angle himself to brush against her front wall on the down stroke. Betty grasped his neck and clung with all her strength while her other hand raking down his side. It was lucky he was dead or otherwise she might have snapped his neck. After she widened her stance of her free leg to get a better angle, Jughead seamlessly hoisted her along his waist to bound with the other at his back. Betty began to buck into him and grabs his head to crush his mouth to hers, immediately opening up to him. Jughead groans at the overwhelming sensations surrounding him and heatedly rubs her clit to nudge her into completion. It’s a messy finish but Betty doesn’t care- Jughead made her see stars. 

Around ten minutes later, he was laying down with his back to the wall with Betty in his lap and tucked into his chest. Jug made sure to tap into his reserves to keep his body warm. He’d have all week to build them back up anyway. “I’m sorry I let my insecurities bleed into the roleplay. I should have made sure to talk it out when you came in instead.”

Betty put down her water bottle and he stopped stroking her hair when she tilted her head. “Jug, I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way. I have been unintentionally cruel- I’ll tell HQ I made contact tonight. I just, when I meet everyone else they were so sad or furious. Their initial apparition was furniture whirling around, thick air and sometimes violence. You were so calm and open to talking, it just felt special. A soothing connection to look forward to after the bad days and threats to my person.”

“I know, I know that. I feel very lucky I died in my sleep because of the gas leak. Violent deaths lead to raging newly awoken ghosts and those experiences are hard for you. I don’t actually want you to turn me in. I was a curmudgeon in life and I still am, just with a soft spot for you. This was all because it’s difficult being stuck in a fixed place and I’ve been pining recently. Made me feel bitter and what if you were with me for the freaky sex but eventually found a human boyfriend.’

She rubs his arm and kisses his shoulder. “I would be so upset if I had ruminated on that and had no way to get in contact with you and reassure myself. I’m going to insist I check here twice a week from now on. I can reason it since I’ve never reported your presence. And maybe if that doesn’t work for let’s say a year- I can have this location labeled as an inaccurate account and buy it back. I would do some renovations and we could live together. You don’t have to strain yourself to appear all the time though Juggie. I know I can be content with you, no matter how that works.”

He hugs her tight, “a less selfish man would insist you find someone with a beating heart to grow old with.”

“You however, are aware that I know myself too well and am too stubborn to be persuaded to seek out something I don’t need. And it’s okay to be selfish with your heart.”

“Cohabitating would be a dream. Anything with you makes me happy Betts. That’s what’s truly freaky about this.” The warm longing in his eyes betrays his wry tone and Betty grins. “You may be my Grinch but maybe more cuddles and less self-deprecation Juggie.”  “How can I say no?”

[addictedtofiction03]

Sweet Drippings

Sweet Drippings

Rated: E

Before she could stop herself, Betty snatched up the tub of creamy goodness and auto-piloted herself to a spoon. Without any care, she hopped onto the counter and pulled the lid off, tossing it to the side as she got lost in the treat. She knew it was Jughead’s ice cream, but she didn’t care. She would buy him another later and besides, right now she needed this more than he did. The ice cream had magical powers of curing all of her problems, and she was sold. It was so good and refreshing that she could not stop from taking bite after bite.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Continue

[exmachina187]

Don’t Stop Until The Angel Sings

Summary:

Not feeling the holiday spirit, Betty spends her Christmas away from Riverdale and her family, instead choosing to stay back in New York and enjoying the holidays with her boyfriend Jughead and his family. After the guests leave, Jughead knows just how to make Betty feel better.

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Hey @literatiruinedme, Merry belated Christmas from you bughead secret santa!💕💕💕

Sorry for the late post, but I hope you like it!❤️

[lanadeljones]

For the kink-week ask game. Bughead, phone sex or video chat sex, with dirty talk?

Thanks for the ask! Can't go wrong with some good old fashioned phone sex. Hope you enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20798906/chapters/49772273

    “Betty, this wasn’t what I had in mind when you suggested this” Jughead’s voice cracked through the old phone, a tinge of annoyance in his low timbre. 

    “Oh don’t be so crossed, Jughead” Betty twirled her fingers through the long chord. “This could be a lot of fun” she reclines back against her pillows, setting her baby pink rotary phone between her thighs.

    “I have no doubt this could be fun, but in this day and age we have this crazy little thing called video chats” 

    “So sassy” Betty traces her fingertips along her inner thighs, “since when does the Serpent prince Jughead Jones back down from a challenge?” the responding snort of laughter on her end of the phone brings a smile to her face. “Just think about it Juggie, you’re so good at words, always typing away on your laptop... what’s a better way to get us off?

    There was a long stretch of silence between the two, Betty growing impatience drags her fingertips towards her core. With her fingers teasing the white lace, she lifts her hips off the bed and pulls the lace down her legs. The shock of the cool air against her heated skin makes her gasp into the phone.

    “Are you starting already baby?” Betty could hear Jughead shuffling on the other end of the phone. “Are you touching yourself for me? Teasing that pretty little cunt of yours?”

    Betty breath begins to quicken at Jughead’s dirty words, her fingers becoming slick with their movements. “Yes” she lets out shakily into the phone as she pulls down on her camisole to release her full breasts, her hand quickly kneading and squeezing.

    Jughead lets out a low hum of approval, “such a good girl, Elizabeth” he pushes the waistband of his pajamas low on his hips. “Are you nice and wet for me, love?” he asks as he lowers his hand to fully palm his growing arousal. 

    Betty’s voice gets caught in the back of her throat as she swipes her finger, feeling herself growing wetter and wetter with each syllable that falls from her boyfriends sharp tongue. “God, I’m so wet for you right now Jug” a shiver running down her spine as she applies more pressure to her movements. “Tell me what you’re doing right now Juggie. Please tell me you have your hands tightly around yourself right now” she bites her lip as her mind forms an image of Jughead laying in his bed with his hand pumping himself. 

    A smile forms across Jughead’s face at Betty’s lustful tone, lowering his pants the final inch he finally springs free. Betty’s deep breaths over the phone fueling himself to grow harder, liquid leaking from his reddening tip. “Of course baby” his hand grips himself hard as he slowly begins pumping, “only one problem. My hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as it would be if I were buried deep inside of you” his movements picking up it’s pace. 

    “Fuck, I wish you were here” her fingers move frantically, probing her entrance. 

    “Me too, baby. Now I want you to fill yourself up with you fingers. Close your eyes and pretend it’s me filling and stretching you out” his thumb swipes his tip to spread the liquid and lubricate his quickening movements. 

    Betty eagerly follows Jughead’s instructions, a low moan rolling off her tongue as she pushed two fingers into herself, she imagines her pumps are mimicking his own. 

“That’s it baby” he croons into the phone, “now I want you to taste yourself, baby. Please” his knuckles turning white from his firm grip. 

Betty removes her fingers and brings them up to her mouth, her tongue swirls around her digits as she savors the sweetness of herself. She moans as she noisily licks and sucks her fingers near the phone, making sure Jughead hears everything. “Hmm, I’m so sweet Jughead” she removes her fingers with a loud pop, “I wish you were here to have a taste” 

“Me too, baby” his movements growing choppy with each snap of his wrists, his toes begin to curl as his release starts to tighten in his lower abdomen. “Fuck, I’m close Betty”

Betty rushes her hands back to her aching core, desperate to build herself up so she can fall into bliss with Jughead. She picks up the same pace as before, curling her fingers in search of her g spot. Her hand starts to grow tired, the muscles in her arms growing warm with fatigue, a frustrated sigh falls from her pouty lips.

“What’s wrong baby?” a smirk forming on his face, having an inkling of the reason behind the noise. 

“I can’t-” she begins as her shaky hand circles her clit hard as she pumps herself, her hips lifting off the bed in an attempt to hit a new angle. “It doesn’t-”  a pleading noise fills the room as her she pushes her hand flush against herself, desperate for friction and release. “Juggie, I-” her voice growing higher in need  into the phone, her chest heaving with want as she throws her head back against the pillows.

“Shh shh, baby” Jughead croons into the phone, “you need me to come and make you feel good” his voice smooth.

“Yes, please” Betty’s voice cracks into the phone, “I need you” she presses her thighs together in a vain attempt to create friction, the cool metal of the rotary phone a welcoming sensation against her overheated skin.

“I know you do” Jughead’s voice sounding cocky, “I’m already in the car heading your way, baby” his smile evident in his voice.

Betty closes her eyes as a wide smile splits her face, her body relaxing knowing that soon she will falling over the edge and into euphoria. 

“Juggie” she begins, swallowing thickly, “hurry” she pants lustily. 

[thetaoofbetty]

haven’t you heard (it’s national ferris wheel day)? 

“You could have told me you were single, you know,” he almost shouts as he’s pulling her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side.

Her hair is half pulled out of her ponytail as she tugs at his own shirt, yanking it over his head. “You could have asked!”

“Oh yeah, that’s a good conversation starter, “Hey, Betty, are you fucking that guy I’ve had to listen to you talk about for the last few months?” he says sarcastically, threading his fingers through her hair, letting it down all the way.

“It’s a lot better than what happened you know,” she chides, already undoing the button on his jeans.

“Well if you’re gonna bring that up-”

“It was like an hour ago!”

A Bughead Valentine’s One Shot 

Special thanks to @lovedinapastlife for helping me with it!

[mieteve-minijoma]

(Today I Woke Up) Falling In Love Again: Complete Work Out Now!

On the surface, Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones have never gotten along, not since they first met when Betty started dating Archie Andrews, Jug’s adopted brother. Until a night alone allows them to reconsider once closed off connections, sending them down a new path towards forbidden feelings.

But even after Betty is no longer dating Archie, a promise that Jughead made stands in their way, leaving the pair to maneuver their relationship in secret, struggling to fight for each other while not hurting their loved ones in the process.

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Read Entire Work On AO3 Now!

[imreallyloveleee]

welp for some reason my brain just decided it wants to write a third, valentine’s day-themed chapter of this instead of finishing the nice little pg-rated canon oneshot i was working on

[bettsc]

My notes on the next chapter of Stars Align:

(Smut? Maybe light smut? Heavy petting is good)

Meanwhile, I’m trying to keep my naughty notes from the prying eyes of the person next to me at the coffee shop.