the signs as famous paintings (not necessarily based on the artists’ actual sign)

ARIES: The Starry Night, Vincent van Gogh (1889)

TAURUS: The Birth Of Venus, Sandro Botticelli (1484-1486)

GEMINI: Impression, Sunrise, Claude Monet (1872)

CANCER: The Kiss, Gustav Klimt (1907-1908)

LEO: The Scream, Edvard Munch (1893)

VIRGO: The Son Of Man, Rene Magritte (1964)

LIBRA: Christina’s World, Andrew Wyeth (1948)

SCORPIO: Guernica, Pablo Picasso (1937)

SAGITTARIUS: Nighthawks, Edward Hopper (1942)

CAPRICORN: Saturn Devouring His Son, Francisco Goya (1819-1823)

AQUARIUS: Self-Portrait With Thorn Necklace And Hummingbird, Frida Kahlo (1940)

PISCES: The Persistence Of Memory, Salvador Dali (1931)

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March 29 in Music History

1484 Birth of composer Johann Spangenberg.

1616 Birth of composer Johann Erasmus Kindermann.

1697 Death of German composer and organist Nicolaus Bruhns.

1716 Antonio Vivaldi loses his job temporarily at Pieta because he spends too much time on operas.

1719 Birth of English music author Sir John Hawkins who wrote the first history of music.

1725 Birth of composer Joseph Franz Xaver Dominik Stalder.

1751 Birth of American singer and composer Supply Belcher.

1752 Birth of composer Edward Jones.

1795 Beethoven’s first public performance in Vienna, where he premieres either his First or Second Piano Concerto.

1806 FP of Beethoven’s Leonore Overture No. 3, second version, of the opera Fidelio at the Theater an der Wien in Vienna.

1827 Beethoven’s funeral in Vienna attended by Schubert, Hummel, Czerny and Kreutzer and other more than 10,000 people.

1836 FP of Richard Wagner’s opera Das Liebesverbot at the Stadttheater in Magdeburg. 

1859 Birth of French opera composer Herman Bemberg in Paris.

1862 Birth of American composer Carl Busch. 

1871 Inauguration of The Royal Albert Hall in London. Queen Victoria in attendance.

1874 FP of Antonin Dvorak’s Symphony No. 3 in Eb, in Prague.

1878 Birth of American composer Albert Von Tilzer. 

1879 FP of Tchaikovsky’s opera Eugen Onegin at the Malïy Theater in Moscow.

1879 FP of Bedrich Smetana’s String Quartet in e minor. 

1880 Birth of Russian pianist Rosina Lhevinne, in Kiev.

1882 FP of the first symphony of 16-year-old composer Alexander Glazunov in St. Petersburg. Mili Balakirev conducting. 

1886 Birth of composer Gustaf Adolf Tiburtius Bengtsson.

1888 Death of French composer Charles-Henri Alkan, age 75, in Paris.

1890 Birth of Polish bass Robert Burg in Prague. 

1897 Birth of German tenor Fritz Göllnitz. 

1900 Birth of French bass-baritone Bernard-Henri Etcheverry in Bordeaux. 

1900 In Philadelphia, at the Academy of Music, Fritz Scheel conducts a concert with musicians who were to become The Fabulous Philadelphians of The Philadelphia Orchestra. 

1901 FP of Alexander Scriabin’s complete First Symphony in Moscow.

1902 Birth of English composer Sir William Turner Walton in Lancashire. 

1902 Birth of Italian opera conductor Mario Rossi in Rome. 

1906 Birth of English-born American organist E. Power Biggs in Westcliff. 

1911 Death of French composer Félix-Alexandre Guilmant. 

1911 FP of Chadwick’s Suite Symphonique. Philadelphia Orchestra, with the composer conducting.

1912 Birth of German bass Fritz Ollendorf in Darmstadt. 

1924 Death of Irish organist, conductor, composer Sir Charles Villers Stanford.

1928 Birth of composer Vaclav Felix.

1931 Birth of American soprano Gloria Davy in New Rochelle, NY.

1932 Birth of American tenor William Brown is born in Jackson, Mississippi.

1934 Birth of composer Ernstalbrecht Stiebler.

1935 Birth of Welsh bass Delme Bryn-Jones, Wales. 

1936 Birth of English composer Richard Rodney Bennett in Broadstairs, Kent. 

1937 Death of Polish composer Karol Szymanowski in Switzerland at age 55. 

1940 FP of Britten’s Violin Concerto, Op. 15. @nyphil  with soloist Antonio Brosa. 

1953 Birth of twin Turkish pianists Güher and Süher Pekinel.

1962 Birth of Swedish bass Urban Malberg in Stockholm.

1964 Birth of Greek guitarist and composer Apostolos Paraskevas in Volos, Greece.

1974 Birth of American composer Tom Schneller. 

1982 Death of german composer Carl Orff. 

2000 FP of Bright Sheng’s String Quartet No. 4. Shanghai String Quartet, in Richmond VA.

2001 Death of American pianist and composer John Lewis in NYC at age 80. 

2003 FP of Augusta Reed Thomas’ Canticle Weaving for trombone and orchestra. Ralph Sauer, trombone. Los Angeles Philharmonic, Esa-Pekka Salonen, cond. in LA, CA.

2011 Death of English tenor Robert Tear.


Queens consort of England - Anne Neville

Anne Neville was born at Warwick Castle, and probably lived there and in other castles held by her family while she was in childhood. She did attend various formal celebrations, including the feast celebrating the marriage of Margaret of York in 1468.

Anne’s father, Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick, was called the Kingmaker for his shifting and influential roles in the Wars of the Roses.  He was a nephew of the Duke of York’s wife, Cecily Neville, mother of Edward IV and Richard III. He came into considerable property and wealth when he married Anne Beauchamp. They had no sons, only two daughters, of whom Anne Neville was the younger, and Isabel the elder.  These daughters would inherit a fortune, and thus their marriages were especially important in the royal marriage game.

In 1460, Anne’s father and his uncle, Edward, Duke of York and Earl of March, defeated Henry VI at Northampton. In 1461, Edward was proclaimed King of England as Edward IV. Edward married Elizabeth Woodville in 1464, surprising Warwick who had plans for a more advantageous marriage for him.

By 1469, Warwick had turned against Edward IV and the Yorkists, and joined the Lancastrian cause promoting the return of Henry VI. Henry’s queen, Margaret of Anjou, was heading the Lancastrian effort, from France. Warwick married his older daughter, Isabel, to George, Duke of Clarence, a brother of Edward IV, while the parties were in Calais, France.  Clarence switched from the York to the Lancaster party.

The next year, Warwick, apparently to convince Margaret of Anjou that he was trustworthy (because he had originally sided with Edward IV in unseating Henry VI), married his daughter Anne to Henry VI’s son and heir apparent, Edward of Westminster. The marriage was held in Bayeux in mid December of 1470. Warwick, Edward of Westminster accompanied Queen Margaret as she and her army invaded England, Edward IV fled to Burgundy. Anne’s marriage to Edward of Westminster convinced Clarence that Warwick had no intention to promote his kingship. Clarence switched sides and rejoined his Yorkist brothers.

On April 14, at the Battle of Barnet, the Yorkist party was victorious, and Anne’s father, Warwick, and a brother of Warwick, John Neville, were among those killed. Then on May 4, in the Battle of Tewkesbury, the Yorkists won another decisive victory over Margaret of Anjou’s forces, and Anne’s young husband, Edward of Westminster, was killed either during the battle or shortly after. With his heir dead, the Yorkists had Henry VI killed days later.  Edward IV, now victorious and restored, imprisoned Anne, widow of Edward of Westminster and no longer Princess of Wales.  Clarence took custody of Anne and her mother.

When siding with the Yorkists earlier, Warwick, in addition to marrying his older daughter, Isabel Neville, to George, Duke of Clarence, had been trying to marry his younger daughter Anne to Edward IV’s youngest brother, Richard, Duke of Gloucester. Anne and Richard were first cousins once removed, as were George and Isabel, all descended from Ralph de Neville and Joan Beaufort. (Joan was the legitimized daughter of John of Gaunt, duke of Lancaster, and Katherine Swynford.) Clarence tried to prevent the marriage of his wife’s sister to his brother. Edward IV also opposed the marriage of Anne and Richard. Because Warwick had no sons, his valuable lands and titles would go to his daughters’ husbands at his death. Clarence’s motivation likely was that he didn’t want to divide his wife’s inheritance with his brother. Clarence attempted to take Anne in as his ward, to control her inheritance. But under circumstances that are not fully known to history, Anne escaped Clarence’s control and she took sanctuary at a church in London, probably with Richard’s organization.

It took two acts of parliament to set aside the rights of Anne Beauchamp, mother of Anne and Isabel, and a cousin, George Neville, and to divide the estate between Anne Neville and Isabel Neville.

Anne, who had been widowed in May of 1471, married Richard, Duke of Gloucester, brother of Edward IV, perhaps in March or July of 1472.  He then claimed Anne’s inheritance.  The date of their marriage is not certain, and there is no evidence of a papal dispensation for such close relatives to marry.  A son, Edward, was born in 1473 or 1476, and a second son, who did not live long, may have been born as well. Anne’s sister Isabel died in 1476, shortly after her birth of a short-lived fourth child. George, Duke of Clarence, was executed in 1478 for plotting against Edward IV; Isabel had died in 1476. Anne Neville took charge of raising the children of Isabel and Clarence.  Their daughter, Margaret Pole, was executed much later, in 1541, by Henry VIII.

Edward IV died in 1483. On his death, his minor son, Edward, became Edward V. But the young prince was never crowned. He was put into the charge of his uncle, Anne’s husband, Richard of Gloucester, as Protector. Prince Edward and, later, his younger brother were taken to the Tower of London, where they disappeared from history, presumed killed, though when is not known.

Stories have long circulated that Richard III was responsible for the deaths of his nephews, the “Princes in the Tower,” to remove rival claimants for the crown. Henry VII, Richard’s successor, also had motive and, if the princes survived Richard’s reign, would have had opportunity to have them killed. A few have pointed at Anne Neville herself as having the motivation to order the deaths.While the princes were still being held under Richard’s control. Richard had his brother’s marriage to Elizabeth Woodville declared invalid and his brother’s children declared illegitimate on June 25, 1483, thereby inheriting the crown himself as the legitimate male heir. Anne was crowned as Queen and their son, Edward, made Prince of Wales. But Edward died on April 9, 1484; Richard adopted Edward, Earl of Warwick, son of hisbrother, as his heir, probably at Anne’s request. Anne may have been unable to bear another child, due to her ill health.

Anne, reportedly never very healthy, fell ill in early 1485, and died on March 16, 1485. Buried in Westminster Abbey, her grave was unmarked until 1960. Richard quickly named a different heir to the throne, his sister Elizabeth’s adult son, the Earl of Lincoln.

Stay Alive. 2


Word Count: 1484

Paring: kind of reader x Tom but more like Son x Tom

Warnings: feels, fluff, angst

Summary: Five years after your death, you and Tom’s son wants to know what happened to his mommy. When Tom finished, your son tries to comfort his father in his own way

Note: I cried, sorry. English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes. I would love feedback!

Originally posted by arianalilyblack

Tom was sitting in the living room in the house he and your son lived in. Your son, Jonathan, was five. He was happy, and healthy and Tom loved him with all his heart. Tom worried about him all the time. Worried if he was a good enough father, if he did the right thing. It was hard for him.

Suddenly Jonathan ran into the living room. Tom turned in the couch and noticed that his son had a confused expression on his face. Tom got up, walked towards Jonathan and took him into his arms.

“What now son?” Tom asked Jonathan.

“Why don’t I have a mommy? Everyone else has a mommy.” He said and leaned into Tom’s chest. Tom’s heart skipped a beat. He knew that the day where he had to explain to Jonathan, what had happened to you.

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Im sorry|| Gallavich Mpreg series

Description; Mickey falls during his last month of pregnancy 


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Notes: This is the first part Im doing in a series called “Just like their daddies” Its all about Mickey and Ian as fathers or Mpreg. Fluffy and cute. Please send in requests!

It had started as a normal day, Mickey had woken up at 7:30 am when Ian was getting ready for work and missed him goodbye before closing his eyes and began a peaceful sleep. He was 3 weeks from the due date and he was huge and the pregnant had been slightly high risk so the doctor had demanded bed rest.

It had been 11 am when Mickey woke up again, this time sweat running all over him and the bed sheets, he had quickly gotten up and got into the shower  to wash himself, the nice hot water felt good and relaxing on his body. When he had gone back to lay in bed he was faced with wet bed sheets and was stuck with changing them. This would be an easy Job if he was as tall as Ian, but as he was much shorter and Ian was the one who always changed the sheets because Mickey hated it, if it were up to Mickey there would be no bottom bed sheet, but it wasn’t up to him, so there was. Now with saying all of that Ian had put the bed sheets on the top shelve, way way to high for Mickey reach on his own. He had given up trying to reach them and got the ladder, something he wouldn’t be telling Ian.

He had just gotten the sheet from the top shelve when it happened, he had lost his balance and fell, horribly.
Before he knew what was happening he was laying on the floor, in blood, tears running down his face. He was lucky enough to have his phone on him, not bothering to call Ian or text Mandy, just calling 9-1-1.

“Please help me, I’ve fallen and I think I lost my baby”

Quiet sobs left Mickey mouth as the words left his mouth. What was Ian going think? He was going to be so fucking angry. Did he lose the baby? Is she okay? So many fucking thoughts.

“Where is he?! Where is my husband?” Ian yelled running through the hospital. He had gotten a call that became life changing, he was having a good day. He had a break through with one of his longest kids, he had been doing amazing work and today it finally happened and Ian couldn’t have been happier. It was just after lunch when he got the call.

“Is this Mr.Gallagher?”

“Yes, who’s this?”

“We are calling from Chicago general, your husband has fallen off a ladder and when we got to him there was a lot of blood. We need you to get here as soon as possible”

The rest of what she said Ian didn’t hear, he didn’t hear anything. It was like the sound of the world had gone quiet, like he had lost his hearing. He had tears running down his face, not even knowing the state of the love of his life or his baby. He needed his family to be okay.

“He’s right this way Mr. gallagher, please follow me sweetie” a nurse said to him, trying to calm him down, trying to make him feel like his world wasn’t so close to falling apart, but it was and no one could change that.

“He’s in here, the baby had to come out with an emergency c-section. She’s in another room when your like to see her. Her lungs are still a little  under developed so she will be in an incubator for the next few days, possibly weeks. Mickey is still coming out of heavy medication and will be groggy. He will be spending the night but it’s okay, they will both be fine” she finished as they reached the room. Ian opened the door to see Mickey sleeping, wires and machines hooked up to him. Ian hated this.

“Ian?” Mickey called out, his eyes barely opening but open enough to see Ians figure, everything still fuzzy.

“Im here baby” Ian said walking over to the boy in the bed, leaning in and bring his hand up to mickeys forehad before placing a kiss on it and linking their hands together.

“I just wanted to change the bed sheets, im so fucking sorry” Mickey whispered, a few tears falling from his eyes.

“Hey, shh it isn’t your fault. Our baby girl is going to be okay, but you need to be okay too. She’s gonna need her daddy” Ian told him, holding him as close as possible.

“She?” Mickey asked, a small smile playing on his emotionally drained face gave a small smile. They had been saving the gender until the baby was born, neither of them knowing, Ian hadn’t even realized that it was a girl until Mickey said something.

“Yes baby, A girl” He smiled. Ian grabbed the chair and brought it right to the edge of the bed, not letting go on Mickeys hand.

“So you gotta rest and feel better, theres a lot of boys you gotta beat up” Ian smiled and so did Mickey.

“I don’t know how I fell. Im so sorry” He whispered once again, Ian’s heart broke. He knew that Mickey would hold this against himself forever even though he had no reason to think it was his fault, it was an accident.

“You listen to me Milkovich-Gallagher, You lost your footing, it was an accident and none of this is your fault baby, so please don’t hold this against yourself” Mickey once again had tears in his eyes as he listened to Ian, and he just nodded.

“Can we see her?” Mickey asked as the nurse had come in.

“Mr gallagher Can but Mickey you still need to rest, you can see her tomorrow okay?” The nurse told us.

“I don’t want to leave him” Ian said honestly, squeezing his hand.

“Go, shes scared and alone, she needs you okay? Ill be waiting right here when you get back and then Ill be the one who needs you. But go baby” Mickey said, his voice still soft and quiet. The nurse smiled at the two, they were so in love and you didn’t have to be in their lives to see or know that.

Ian gave Mickey a look and Mickey just nodded, at this point they didn’t need words, they just understood by looks and body language that Ian was still unsure about leaving Mickey, but they did.

They took Ian down the hall and up one floor into a room, with a incubator and many wires. Ian felt tears in his eyes.  The nurse left him alone in the room as he walked over to their baby. She had ginger hair and was a little tiny, “like Mickey” Ian thought, causing a sad laugh to leave his lips.

“They there babygirl, its your daddy. I know your probably scared right now and your daddies aren’t holding you and you don’t understand anything thats going on but its all going to be okay. You have two dads that will love and protect you every single day. We will love you with everything we have. We just need to find a good way to tell your dad that you have a boyfriend at the age of 17 without him going to jail but I think we can do it. Daddy could’t come right now, he’s still recovering, but he loves you so much, your our beautiful babygirl and I can’t wait to hold you” Ian found himself crying, all he wanted to do was hold his baby and it was still a little early yet.

“How is she?” Mickey asked as soon as Ian walked back into his room. When he looked up Mickey had moved all the way to one side of the bed and patted the free side, asking Ian to come up and lay with him.

“We made it together in your old bed at fi’s I think we can do it here” He laughed. Ian nodded and got into bed carefully with Mickey.

“She has my hair, and shes tiny just like you. I started talking to her and she gave me a small smile. She’s so beautiful” Ian smiled

“You did a good job Mick” Ian added, leaning his head on mickeys shoulder.

“No, we did” Ian smiled at the love Mickey was showing him, after such a scary day this was all he fucking needed, Mickey and his babygirl.

“We need a name” Ian said, looking at Mickey through his eyelashes.


“Charlotte Milkovich-Gallagher?” Ian asked, wanting to know if it sounded okay.

“Its perfect” Mickey said, moving the little that he could to wrap his arms around Ian before closing his eyes and letting sleep take over him. He was going to be okay and so was their baby and that’s all that mattered.



Elizabeth of York: From princess to bastard to Queen

The death of her father Edward IV in April 1483 marked the beginning of a very dark time in the life of Elizabeth of York. Driven into sanctuary after her younger brother Prince Edward was locked away in the Tower, Elizabeth had to stand idly by as her parents’ marriage was declared null and void, making her and her siblings bastards. She would lose both her half-brother Richard Grey and uncle Anthony Woodville to execution and her second brother Richard of York was forced to join Edward in the Tower. During the summer of the same year, both boys had disappeared, most likely murdered.

Losing so many people who were most dear to Elizabeth in the course of only a few months must’ve been incredibly painful for her, her mother and her sisters, but there was barely time for them to mourn. As royal bastards Elizabeth and her sisters were heavily depending on their uncle Richard III’ s will, who had promised good marriages for the girls upon their release from sanctuary in March 1484. Meanwhile her mother, Elizabeth Woodville and Margaret Beaufort had agreed on a betrothal between Elizabeth of York and Margaret’s son Henry Tudor, heir to the house of Lancaster and make them King and Queen of England.

At the time that this match was made, there was no certainty at all that they would accomplish in dethroning King Richard. But the gamble of the two mothers proved to be successful, as Henry Tudor defeated Richard III at the Battle at Bosworth in August 1485, he became Henry VII, making Elizabeth of York, his Queen. While it is unsure how Elizabeth felt about all this, she was clearly wise enough to keep her intentions and desires to herself. No doubt that these turbulent years as a bastard were most difficult, as she was burdened with grief, an uncertain future and many personal losses.

Despite all this, Elizabeth was by all accounts described as a kindhearted and most beloved Queen, by her subjects, family and her husband King Henry. Their marriage, of deep and lasting mutual affection, united the houses of York and Lancaster and  founded the Tudor dynasty. 

Things you can do on a pool table.

Yay for smut because I haven´t written smut in a very long time. Also I haven´t updated my Masterlist in a very long time which means it´s going to be a bitch to upload it later… 
Shame on me.
But anyways, here you go with a smutty request! (I´m doing a lot of requests right now because I really have a lot of them, like a lot. So if yours takes some time, please don´t worry.

Imagine having Sex with Dean on a pool table in a bar!

Request:  Could you do one where you’re a bar tender wearing a tight black dress and Dean tries to swoon you by teaching you pool but you hustle him and you’re incredible and then probably fuck on the pool table pls and thanks

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, sex on a pool table

Length: 1484 Words

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


You leaned against the bar, sipping your whiskey and letting your eyes roam around the room.
It was one of those nights, where you really wanted to hustle someone and it seemed like today was going to be your lucky day because there was one especially handsome stranger that had been looking at you for quite some time now and was exactly the kind of guy you were looking for.

He was over at the pool table, playing with a really tall guy and kept winking at you.
And even though you were really just looking for a way to make some money, it really made you feel kinda giddy to see him bend over the pool table the way he did.
Right now, he finished the game and then whispered something into his companion´s ear and pointed at you in a way that he probably thought was subtle.
You rolled your eyes.
Men were so obvious.
But then again this moment was the one you had been waiting for the whole night and when the other guy was finally out of the picture, you slowly made your way over towards the pool table:
“I´ve noticed you´ve noticed me”, you stated matter-of-factly, because you weren´t the type for hours and hours of just flirting and dancing around each other.
He grinned: “I did. It was hard not to, you are the most beautiful girl in this entire bar.”
You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes but couldn´t help a smile either.
The guy was real charming in his own, cheesy way.
“I´m Dean by the way”, he said and stretched out his hand.
You took it and shook it lightly, making sure your hand lingered long enough for the moment to be intense: “(Y/N).”
Not really sure why you told him your real name, you let go of his hand and leaned against the pool table: “I saw that you were good at pool?”, you asked him casually, trying to still play along with your plan.
He raised an eyebrow at you: “Are you any good?”
You looked at him with wide eyes: “Me? No, not at all. I once tried to play but I ended up holding the stick-thingy the other way around than it was supposed to be.”
He laughed: “I bet you´re exaggerating, nobody´s that bad.”
“I am”, you said, your eyes focused on his really intense green ones and you kinda had the feeling that he already knew that you were playing a game.
“Show me!”, he said and you laughed again before you grabbed the cue and made a poor attempt at hitting the only ball that was still left on the table.
“Wow, you are bad”, Dean stated and you grinned to yourself while you were still facing the other way around.
But before you could get back up and turn to him again, he was pressed up behind you, his crotch pressing against your ass in the most erotic yet platonic way, if that made any sense at all.
“I´ll teach you”, he offered and quickly wrapped his hands around he stick over yours.

All of a sudden you felt very hot and pretty turned on.
This was going in a direction you hadn´t planned it to.
“Maybe that´s a good idea”, you said and gulped.

Two hours later it was past three in the morning and you and Dean were the only people left in the bar.

You had no idea how he actually managed it, but Dean had persuaded the bar tender to leave him the keys and allow you two to stay.
Dean had taught you pool all night long and you had pretended to be learning.
And then you had asked him to play a game for some money.

You were almost scared that you had laid it on too thick and that he would turn you down but he had laughed and put a 100 dollar bill on the side of the table.
Right now you placed your last ball into the pocket and raised your hands up in the air: “I win.”
He stood there, arms crossed above his chest, eyebrows risen: “I knew you were going to try to hustle me, but it´s still impressive.”
You grinned, not really caring about the stupid con anymore anyways: “Really? How did you know?”
He made his way over to you and trapped you between him and the table: “Because usually I´m the one hustling people.”
You inhaled his wooden scent and whispered: “I should have known. You look like a bad boy.”
“And I now know for sure that you´re a bad girl”, he gave back and you didn´t know what else to do than kiss him.
It felt like all the sexual tension that had been building for over four hours now, was finally released, all into this one kiss and it was pretty intense.
You moaned into the kiss and he grabbed your waist to put you on top of the pool table.
While he dug his fingers into your jeans covered hips, you didn´t know where to touch him first, your hands ran over his back, stroked trough his hair, pulled at his shirt, seemingly all at once.
You needed him, like really needed Dean.
Not just the sex, him.
“Do you have…”, you started and he pulled out a condom from somewhere ins his jeans.
“I´ll never go into the battle unarmed”, he joked and you sighed: “Just do me already, alright?”
After that it escalated quickly.
You pulled his shirt over his head, he pushed up your skirt until it was sitting around your waist.
It was all very primal which made it even more exciting.
With a wink, he knelt to the ground, pulled down your thong and started going down on you in the most amazing way possible.
You usually weren´t even that into oral stuff, but him working magic on you with his tongue was amazing.
He groaned as you grabbed his hair to direct him where you needed him.
The orgasm that hit you was, (even though you shouted his name and took real pleasure out of the way he pulled trough til the very end), surprisingly unsatisfying, letting you know that you needed more, much more.

“Come here”, you said and he got back up, kissing you again, making you taste yourself on him which usually would have grossed you out but was somehow hot with Dean.
You could see that his blue jeans were really tight by now and you decided to finally free him by unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down to his knees.
“You´re extremely lucky, I usually don´t let girls who try to trick me cum so early. I usually make them beg”, he stated and you felt new arousal floating trough your body.
“Sounds hot”, you gave back and bit your lip while he grinned and put on the condom in one swift motion that showed he was skilled.
You didn´t care, you just needed him to fuck you already.
Which he did.
Slow and excruciating.
He really meant it about making a girl beg.
“Dean please, harder”, you pleaded and saw at his grin that he was taking pleasure out of it, which turned you on even more if that was humanly possible.

“You sure?”, he asked and you nodded while you urged him on by grabbing his hips and pulling him towards you.
“Course I´m sure”, you mumbled and he chuckled before starting to thrust into you harder.
And it felt like heaven.
“Yeah, like that, exactly like that”, you chanted and he groaned deliciously when you clenched down around him.

Your orgasm came quickly then and this time it was mind-blowing and perfect.
He came to then, heavily but slowly thrusting at that point, you supporting most of his weight.
When it was over, he pulled out of you and you watched as he tossed away the condom and pulled his pants back up.
Realizing that your skirt was still up, you slid down from the table and pushed it back down, feeling well-fucked and satisfied.
Dean bent down and picked up your lace thong: “Here, I guess that belongs to you.”
You grinned and shook your head: “Keep it.”

There was silence after that and it seemed like it was all over, like it was done, like there was nothing left to say.
Eventually you picked up your purse from a near chair: “It was nice to meet you Dean, very nice.”
You then turned around to leave, feeling a little sad all of a sudden, like there was supposed to be something more.
“Hey!”, he called and you turned around again: “What?”
“I like you. Wanna get coffee some times?”
You grinned: “Only if you pay.”
He grinned back: “Wouldn´t wanna have it any other way.”

Busted (part ten--END)

Requested by @steventaylorlogan

Could you do a bucky x reader fluff or smut thing? Where the reader is Tony’s daughter, and she and bucky get caught doin the frik frak?

Bucky x reader, ANGST/FLUFF, Word count: 1484 (I was going to split this into two chapters but was too excited to wait another day to publish the end)

***MAJOR CIVIL WAR SPOILERS*** (although if you’ve made it this far into the series, I’m guessing you’ve already seen the movie)

TW: language

A/N: This is the tenth and final chapter of “Busted,” a multi-part series. Thank you to everyone who stuck with me through this series, and thanks to @steventaylorlogan for sending me this request that I obviously ran quite far with! I really did enjoy writing it, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. All 10 chapters can be found on my masterlist here.

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“What?” asked both men simultaneously.

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