and possibly lick it

darling, I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I wrote this really quick for you. I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I went to a 100 % unicorns place, so I hope this makes you smile a little.


A shadow falls across Stiles’ worksheet and he looks up to see Lydia, mouth pursed, staring down at him. She says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

“About as much as the average eleven year old boy,” he says, which is: not much. Horse-like, pointy horn, something to do with virgins.

Of course, he goes home and finds out everything he can about them immediately. Both because Lydia asked, and because now he can’t stop thinking about it.

Lydia has forgotten all about their conversation by the time he’s ready to dazzle her with his knowledge, so alas, his mad unicorn skillz lie dormant for years, until all the shit with the werewolves.

*

Stiles is cat-napping in a spill of sun when all his warmth is blocked—he makes an irritated sound and opens his eyes to find Derek looming over him, frowning.  Stiles kicks out a foot and rolls over onto his side in the grass.

Derek says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

Stiles yawns and says, “A surprising amount for a teenage boy.”

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Fixing things around the Haus was never really about the dibs for Dex. But, all the same, in the back of his mind he was still relying on his efforts in that department to secure him housing for his junior year at Samwell.

Which is why he’s a little surprised at himself for the sinking feeling in his gut when he’s officially offered a spot.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Lardo blinks at him, clearly startled by his lack of enthusiasm, her hand still held out between them waiting for him to reach out and seal the deal.

Dex shakes his head and reaches his own hand out belatedly. Only to have Lardo pull back. “Bro. I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t really want it.”

“No, no, I do! I promise I do. I’m sorry, I just thought…”

He thought that he’d be getting either Ransom or Holster’s dibs. And that Nursey would be getting the other’s. And, despite the fact that Dex has been dreading the very idea of that for the entire school year, he feels off kilter and lost now trying to imagine a scenario in which he lives at the Haus without Nursey constantly underfoot.

Even these past two years of living in the dorms, Nursey still always somehow manages to end up at the Haus whenever Dex does, stealing the last slice of pie while verbally needling at sore spots he knows well enough will get a rise out of his fellow D-man.

It seemed pointless to even hope that getting dibs wouldn’t somehow include Nursey at his side, and so Dex never bothered to factor in the possibility. He resigned himself to his fate. And now, presented with an alternative, he has no idea what to think.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, watching Lardo’s eyes narrow at him, assessing. “Do you know who Rans and Holster are giving theirs to?”

“They’re giving them to Nursey, bro.”

“Right. But to Nursey and…?

“Just Nursey.” She shrugs. “Those bunkbeds don’t even have a ladder anymore, so we figured we’d turn the attic back into a single for now. And we thought we’d do you all a solid by making sure the SMH didn’t lose it’s next best D-man pair due to mutual homicide within the first week of preseason by making you shack up together. We’ve all seen how you two handle sharing a hotel room on roadies.”

To be fair, how they handle it nowadays is wildly different from the roughhousing mess of their first semester at Samwell. But apparently no one’s noticed that.

Dex goes abruptly still as a thought occurs to him that feels like a bucket of ice water over his head. “Wait. Was this Nurse’s idea?”

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Keep It Down (Smut)

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Request: Aaliyah has friends over, but Shawn is needy. 

Word count: 1,301 (kinda short, so let’s call it a blurb)

Shawn grabbed roughly around your waist, after slamming the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind you.

In a quick move, he picked you up from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He banged your back against the wall, leaving behind a loud noise, as he roughly smashed his craving lips into yours.

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Tease (M)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.1k 

Summary: His eyebrows furrowed as he took in your bare legs, before asking, “Baby, aren’t you cold? It’s freezing out.” His chocolate brown eyes widened immediately again as he saw you unbuttoning the sixth button on your coat and his eyebrows neatened themselves out when he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. 

» Song: Rihanna - Skin.


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|Kissing Pact| R. MANTLE IMAGINE

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and Y/N play a certain dangerous game. 
Who kisses first loses.
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I guess you could say this is what an awkward tension filled environment feels like. Veronica and some of my other friends arrived a while ago and since then, everyone’s been doing their own thing really. Joaquin and Kevin keep pissing each other and then making out a few seconds later. Veronica and my friend Betty seem to be getting along, I think I can play matchmaker one day and set them up on a date. I don’t know if Betty is into girls or not though, but damn they’d look adorable together. Chuck and Moose have been on their phones since they got here, only casually getting up for some drinks, and Reggie and I have been trying to keep our hands to ourselves for the rest of the night, well maybe only he is.

I thank god that the lights are turned off because if nor, everyone would have given us ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look and I would killed Reggie with my bare hands. Speaking of hands, his seem to be wandering around me quite much and it’s making me want him even more. 

Out bodies still lay beside each other, pressed and warm. His hands circle my waist an the other falls on his lap. I keep my hands to myself, intertwining them together not allowing them to fall to my stopach. Every other minute, he starts rubbing my hip as slow as posible and lowers his hand, teasing me with his fingers. His eyes stare at me, almost like he’s waiting for me to crack and jump him in a minute. 

I decide to play along with his unfair fucking game and un-intertwine my fingers from each other, slowly letting my left hand reach the hem of his shirt. 
I feel his stare burning thorough me but I ignore, letting my hands unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. I hear his hot breath getting louder around me and I smirk to myself, dragging my fingers along the place his zipper was once zipped, making him shift in his seat. 

Interrupting my worrying thought, I feel his hot breathe circle around the back of my head beside my ear “You’re driving me fucking insane,” he bellowed. 
My lips twitch at his words and before I could comperhend what in the hell I’m doing, I tug on his shirt and stand up, motioning him to follow me. 

I make sure I get out of the lounge and down the kitchen as slowly as possible, knowing they’d question why the both of us leaving together. But in all honesty, I think everyone’s too busy to even care. I reach the kitchen and start pacing around. What the hell am I doing? I’m such a darn idiot, oh my god. There’s no backing out now, I’m doing it, I don’t care. I’m so damn frustrated. What am I saying? 

Cutting my thoughts, I see Reggie’s figure hop down the last step of stairs, running his hands through his hair and tugging at the ends. He comes towards me, which to me seemed like it’s taking forever for him to walk those steps. 
I roll my eyes at his smirking face and pull him by his shirt until we reach the middle of the kitchen, right in front of the counter. 

Catching me off guard, I feel his strength filled arms pulling my waist to his, wrapping them around me. One hand goes to my hair and the other stays safely on my waist, his thumb running over the exposed skin. His back is leaned against the counter table and my body is pushed against his, there’s no backing away now, huh?

I keep my eyes focused on his chest, not daring to look up at him, knowing well enough his piercing brown  eyes are looking right at me with a smirk plastered to his face in defeat. 
“Princess,” he whispers, his thumb and finger pulling my chin upwards to look at him. I melt in his arms the moment I do, making my knees go weak at his touch. “Finally?” his lips pull into a satisfied smile, leaning his forehead against mine, our nosing touching and our lips only inches away from each oters. 

“Shut the fuck up, Mantle.” I menage to whisper in his lips before he attached his to mine, cravingly. I almost immediately kiss him back, savouring the taste of his lips. His mouth works perfectly with mine, letting my hands go up to his neck and playing with the ends of his hair, tugging at them. 
Suddenly, I feel as if there is no one in this house and tonight might as well be the greatest night I’ve ever lived. The place goes muffled and the only thing I hear and feel is my hart racing and his hand all over, holding me in all the right places. 

Reggie’s lips feel like geather against mine, I feel them wanting and longing for more and I love it. I feel his smile on my lips, making it impossible not to smile back. He bites my lower lip and pecks my lips as soft as possible before pulling back with a grin on his face. He licks his lips and stares at me, waiting for my reaction. His warm hands don’t stop fiddling with my hair and resting on my shoulder. 

Both our hearts are beating hevily and anyone can tell by the heat between our bodies and our rising chest. I chuckle down to myself an bring my eyes to look up at his. “So, I guess no one wins.” I sigh

“I should’v bet something on this. I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off my for that long.” 

“My god, you just ruined a perfectly good moment, you dick face, and I just get you down here, you kissed me first, don’t make assumptions” I shake my head and shrug confidently. 

“No, princess, we both know you did.” 

“Don’t fucking argue with me, this is all your fault!” I throw my hands in the air. He laughs at my response, shaking his head. “You kissed me first and you know it, okay?” I conclude. 

“Hey,” he nods at me, “shut up.” before I could protest, his lips reattach to mine, this time harder and with more longing passion. I feel as if we’ve been doing this for eternity. His touch feels so familiar and his lips on mine feel like the simplest thing. I laugh in his lips, earning one back from him right away. 

Seconds later, his body pushes mine further into the center of the kitchen and kneels down enough for me not to have stand on the tip of my toes and struggle. His tongue licks my lower lip for etrance and I grant it the following second, wanting to feel him closer and stronger. 

He detaches his lips from mine for a second, still not leaving room for my lips to move or they’d be rejoined once again. “Jump,” he whispers, his hands sliding down in-between my thighs. I let out a shaky breath as his surprisingly good felt touch and do as he demands. I jump into his arms and wrap my hands arond his neck tighter, bring my legs around his waist. His scent flows over mine, irking of men’s cologne, and cold, he just smells like cold. 

His hands are supporting my body as if it’s the simplest thing in the world, not flinching nor letting out any sign of uncomfortable movement. He spins me around and settles me down on the counter table, his height still towering over mine by a few inches. Our lips don’t let go of each other, still battling and moving in synced action. My hands pull at his shirt from the back signifying I want it off. He takes no second to quickly let his lips pull away from mine to pull the shirt over head and onto the floor. I pull him closer, runnig my hands through his hair. Reggie’s lips reconnect with mine, kissing me slower. 

As I am about to tug on my own shirt, I feel the front foor pushing open. Fuck, not this again. I pull away from Reggie, staring at him in horror. He quickly reacts, pulling his shirt over his torse. I jump off the counter and sit on one of the stools, still cathing my breathe. 

“Y/N?’ 



Surprise! I have another Reggie fucking God Mantle. 

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Winchester

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Characters: Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: pure smut, oral (female recieving), slight dom!sam if you squint and tilt your head

Word Count: 1,042

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Tonight’s All About You

Summary: You’re not super big on sharing your feelings and when dinner goes terribly at your parents house, Bucky helps you forget about it all.

Warnings: angst, abuse, smut; oral sex (female receiving) and fingering

A/N: I needed to write this to escape another panic and depression attack. I swear I’ll get to requests soon.

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Unexpected (Ethan x Reader)

Requested : Yes, by the wonderful @kissdolan, thank you so much for requesting this

Summary : Ethan is chasing after a beautiful model until he notices her average, photographer friend. 

Word Count : 2665

Warnings : Fluff, very cute Ethan


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anonymous asked:

"I want you" - SMUT - JB Thank you!

“Jaebum?”

His broad back is shown towards you, as he concentrates to the computer in front of him. You stand by the door, watching him working on the song for GOT7’s next comeback. He runs his hand through his hair, slightly tilting his head to the back, trying to relax his tense muscles. He rolls his shoulders back, as he curls his hand into a fist, massaging his shoulder. 

He rolls up the sleeves of his black T-shirt and tilts back on his chair, sighing softly, his eyes fixed to the blank ceiling.

‘He got shoulder pain, again.’

“Jae, relax.”

You snake your hand to his tense shoulders and start moving your fingers delicately, adding pressure to the tense muscles.

“Feels better?” You move you fingers slowly up to his nape, and down to his shoulder blades through the shirt. His muscles are relaxing under your touch.

“Mmm,” he hums.

You stare at his back, up to his neck, and his shoulders. They are so muscular, and broad. You bite your lips slightly at the view, before he takes a hold on your hand.

“Thanks babe. That’s amazing,” Jaebum thanks you, as he turns his chair 180°,facing you.

He smirks and get on his feet, before looking down at you and pecks your forehead, his hand is on the back of your head. Your eyes meet his chest, and you smile at the affection that he shows you.

“Jae, want to grab something to eat?” You ask, your hands trailing to the back of his hands, before holding the tip of his fingers. You look up at him with a pout, in hope that he will take a break from work.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he shows his eye smiles to you and intertwines his fingers with yours. He shuts down the computer, and walks with you to the door.

“What do you wanna eat?”

“Hmm something special, and delicious.” He replies shortly.

When both of you approach the door, he takes a hold on the doorknob and locks the door.

“What ar–”

“Shushh… ” He puts his index finger on his lips, before grabbing you by the waist. Feeling his strong arms around your waist makes your legs weak. He pulls you into a hug, and buries his face into your hair.

“You smell good.”

His hand expertly sneaks inside your shirt, to your back and unclasps your bra.

“You said we’ll grab something to eat, Jae…”

“Not ‘we’, but ‘I’,” He smirks and sniffs your neck, licking your skin, up to your jaw line. Feeling his wet tongue almost make you let out a moan, before you quickly hold yourself back.

“The appetizer smells good,” his plump lips sucks on your neck, and goes to your bottom lips. He bites your lips slightly, before burying his tongue into your mouth.

“Mmm… ” you moan into the kiss, moving your hand down to his erection, palming it slowly. He gasps before he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it.

“Stay still, kitten. Let me devour you.”

He unzips your jeans, and trails his finger to your entrance through the panties, inserting just the tip of his finger inside, teasing you.

“Mmmm… ” you moan softly at the feel of his fingers at your wet entrance.

“And stay quiet. We don’t want people to hear, do we?” He shoves his tongue down your throat. Your hands fall to your side, submitting to him.

“What a good kitten,” he growls into your ear, before sliding his finger inside your panties, touching your clit, and down to your entrance once again. His thumb presses against your clit, and his index and middle fingers slowly inserting, spreading you out.

“Wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” He smiles innocently before he takes away his hand from your womanhood.

“Naked, now.”

With that order, you strip out from your remaining clothes, throwing it on the table. He makes his way to the couch, before sitting down, his legs folded, still fully dressed.

“Come here, kitten.”

“Yes sir. ”

You start walking when he suddenly clears his throat.

“On fours, ” Jaebum warns, his stare never leave your naked body. He stares at your curves, your breasts and your hips. He licks his lips, as you crawl to him, keeping eye contact with his brown eyes.

You sit by his feet on the floor, waiting for his next order.

Jaebum simply pats the surface of the table, motioning you to sit on top of it.

“Spread that gorgeous legs. Sir wants to eat his main course now,” he eyes your drenched pussy. He has not done anything to you yet, but you can feel your entrance pulsating and becoming warmer.

You climb up the wooden table, spreading your legs, giving him the perfect view of your pussy. He smiles and travels his eyes up from your pussy to your eyes.

“The dish looks inviting,” he scoots closer to you, pulling your ankle, and puts them on his shoulders. He lowers his body on top of you, pressing his erection to your entrance.

“I’ll enjoy this meal very much, kitten,” he whispers darkly, before sliding his tongue down. First your neck , then your nipples, your stomach, and finally to your pussy. He uses one of his finger to spread your pussy lips, sending shivers down your spines.

He closes the distance between his face and your pussy, slowly licking from your entrance to your clit.

“S-sir, that feels good,” you whine at the contact of his tongue with your sensitive spot.

“Mhmm… ” Jaebum moans, sending vibration to your sensitive spot, making you shudder at the feeling. His lips sucking at your clit, his fingers spreading you wider.

You glance at the top of his head, peeking out between your thighs, trying to muffle the moans at your throat.

“You…taste…fucking…good,” he mumbles, burying his face deeper into your folds. He teases your entrance so much, you feel as if you want to grab the back of his head and guide him to where you want him to lick and suck. But that will not be possible.

He speeds up his tongue, constantly hitting your clit, sending you closer to the edge. Your breath become faster, as you close your mouth with your palm to keep yourself from screaming out in pleasure. Your thighs are pulled together, resting at the sides of his head.

“Sir, can I?”

You ask for his permission to cum, but of course, he will not grant it that easily. Instead, he completely stops, moving away from your legs.

“Down on your knees,” he orders, before sliding off from his black T-shirt and jeans, kicking them off to the side. His dick springs up, as you stare at the veins popping up along it.

“Kitten, you know what to do,” he tilts his head to the side, watching you wrapping his member in your small hands, pumping it up and down in a painfully slow manner, before taking him inside your mouth to give it some lubrication. You take him out from your mouth, sucking on it gently, before continuing to pump it slowly.

“Faster.”

You look up, batting your eyelashes as you scan his face, somewhat stern. You quickly speed up, before you look up, just to see him throws his head back, eyes closed, harsh breaths coming out from his mouth, and his hands on the sides of his waist. For you, that view is just amazingly beautiful.

You take him in your mouth again, sucking only at the tip, and continue pumping the rest of his length. You know that will drive him insane. He snaps his head down and harshly take your chin and make you look at him in the eyes.

“What a good slut you are. Y/N your mouth feels amazing,” he hisses and wraps his hand around your neck, making you feel breathless, as a signal that he wants you to go faster.

His hand travels to your breasts, slapping it before pinching your nipple, making you wince.

“Now now now, don’t be too loud.” He warns you once again, before pushing your head deeper, as you feel his tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, and yanks on your hair, pulling you away.

“Get up. On the couch. Ass up, face down.”

His every order makes your stomach twist in excitement, and your pussy wetter. You drag you feet to the couch, showing your ass up in the air, and push your head down to the leather couch.

“Beautiful. ”

His left hand takes a hold of your ass, one of his leg on the couch, before he inserts his dick inside your pulsating entrance, spreading you wider. You whimper to the new sensation filling your pussy up.

“Tight as fuck,” he inserts the remaining of him and stays there for a few seconds. He moves slowly, pumping in and out, in and out, savoring the tightness of your walls around him.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you. Please sir, use me. I just need to cum. Please,” you beg for him to move, moving your pussy closer to him.

“As you wish, kitten.”

“S-shit,” you curse under your breath, before you feel his hand covers your mouth, keeping you silent.

Then, he picks up the pace, faster, making your breasts and ass jiggle, as you use your hands to support your body. You are trying so hard to not scream at the top of your lungs, so you bite on his fingers to keep your voice down.

“Mhhmm you’re clenching tighter around me, and wetter too,” he tilts his body and hits that spot that make you see stars.

“F-fuck! Oh my God!” You cannot hold your scream any longer, not even caring who is going to hear. All you care about is reaching your high.

Hearing that, he moves faster, making you becomes more unstable, as he inserts his fingers into your mouth, asking you to suck on it.

“Kitten, here it comes,” he grunts as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy.

Seconds later, your orgasm hit you, making your legs tremble, and your back arch. You moan out his name, dragging it as you ride down from your high. You feel hot juices filling you up, before he pulls out, slapping his dick to your pussy and sits down on the floor, panting. You too, panting as you lay down on your stomach.

Both of you are busy catching your breath, before he pulls you down from the couch to join him on the floor.

“Now, let’s go for a real meal,” he chuckles, looking at you with his sticky forehead and wet bangs, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.


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Nala the shitzu up front and her sister Belle the peekapoo in the background. They’re both 10 years old and 3 days apart! Nala barks at everything and loves to cuddle. Belle is insane in the best way possible and loves to lick people. I love them both very much!

I wanted to write a little post about what would happen if Molly and Sherlock adopted a cat together, and it accidentally turned into this. Enjoy!


 Toby the cat passes away peacefully at the age of 14. Molly is the one who finds him, curled up comfortably in Sherlock’s chair – neither of them are particularly surprised, given his age, but they mourn him as anyone would mourn a lost family member. His ashes are placed in a bright yellow urn on the windowsill, his favourite spot to sit and watch the people in the street, with a photo of the three of them taken by Mrs Hudson the previous Christmas.

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You’re My Alpha

Anon asked: can you make a theo raeken imagine/smut where the reader starts to hate the pack because since theo came back to town the pack told her to stay away from him/ are overprotecting asf but she finds theo attractive and theo convinces her to go against the pack & she become bad & they become the badass couple of beacon hills - I’m sorry for my english but hope you understood & I also love your page

Word count: 2459

Warning: Contains smut, blood, little bit of violence.

Pairing: Theo x Reader

A/N: Wow I had inspiration for this one! Hope you like it and thanks for the request!

The pack had warned me. I had been warned on numerous occasions, I couldn’t come near him. I didn’t have the right to be in his presence. He was dangerous, a threat, and I was in danger.

They were repeating it a lot and at the beginning I listened to them. I avoided being in the presence of the threat as best I could. I was doing my best. But I couldn’t chase away the emotions that roamed my body when I saw him, when I thought about him, his face, his eyes, his lips, imagining his hands on my body…

Theo Raeken.

I had done everything to avoid him, but he was the one who stick me when I was separated from the group. He had waited for the right moment, the perfect opportunity to isolate me in the locker room of the school, my back sticking against the lockers, him in front of me, hands on both sides of my head, his face so close that I could feel his hot breath against my lips. So close, I was dying to cross the meager distance that separated us to eat his appetizing mouth. I knew I couldn’t, I had been forbidden, and the pack had even become hyper-protective towards me. There was always someone with me. But not today. And he knew it. He also knew the obvious and burning desire I had for him and according to Stiles who hated him bitterly, Theo would use my feelings against me. Against the pack. But there, his body pressed against mine in the empty dressing rooms, the sound of our breathing being the only perceptible sound in the silence, it didn’t jump to my eyes. He was devouring me with his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y / N. Why are you hiding? Why do you stay the little wolf with the broken leg that drags out of Scott’s pack? Why do you need so much protection?” He whispered softly against my lips.

“Because I’m human,” I answered him just as gently, unable to detach my gaze from his lips.

“Stiles is too, and he’s not followed 24/7,” he added with a smile. That smile that was always makes me melt.

“Well,” I began, my mind empty of all answers. He had a point.

Theo put his hand on my cheek and looked me straight in the eyes.

“You’re strong, you don’t need them, you don’t need their protection. They slow you down, they want to hide your true potential,” he added in a sinister tone that gave me shivers of excitement in the back.

“They say you’re bad …”

“They say a lot of things … because they don’t like me … Scott wants to keep the control on his pack, that’s all he wants, he wants to keep you on a lead, he thinks you’re too stupid to act on your own will,” he continued, advancing a little more toward me. I drank his words like an alcoholic in need. He was right. Scott was stopping me from flourishing. He was keeping me in a cage.

My breath accelerated when I felt his lips resting against mine, magnetised. Theo put his hand on my waist and left the other against my cheek. I opened my mouth to ask for more, I wanted more, I needed more, to feel his skin against mine, his warmth, his smell, I wanted all this to belong to me.

“Let her go! ”

A wolf growl and then Theo was thrown away from me against the lockers. I opened my eyes abruptly to see the scene. Scott had rushed towards Theo, and held him brutally by the throat against the rickety locker. He was strangled and struggled as best he could, his face becoming more and more red. For his part, Scott was angry, his muscles were protruding under his t-shirt and even though he was back at me I could very well imagine the red eyes of the Alpha who was burning with hate.

Without thinking, I rushed at them shouting.

“Leave him alone!” I shouted, scowling at Scott’s back, not letting go.

“Why do you defend him all the time!” He grunted. “He’s evil! A traitor! ”

I stopped beating him, hesitant and then crossed Theo’s gaze who was still struggling. He nodded scarcely toward Scott and I understood.

“What are you doing here Scott … you followed me?”

Scott turned his red eyes at me, angry.

“Well …” He started.

“Why are you following me all the time?” I repeated calmly.

“To protect you!” He added grumbling towards Theo.

"I know how to protect myself!” I added, feeling the anger boil inside of me.

“No you don’t know! You are naive and silly, looks where it led you!” He raised his voice.

For my part, I was shocked by his words. I looked at Theo again. He was right; Scott thought I was weak, stupid and naive. And I was going to prove him wrong.

I backed up without saying a word and grabbed a Lacrosse stick that was dragging on the floor. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding, but the rage blinded me. He didn’t like me. I wasn’t weak!

It was on this thought that I pushed as hard as I could the stick behind Scott’s head, which was thrown a few centimeters on the ground, thus releasing Theo who looked at me with amazed eyes, coughing. But Scott already started to get up again, angry, so I that time I didn’t hesitate and ran to him to knock him over and over with the stick until his face was covered in blood. The rage was burning my muscles and controlling my body. Then I ran to Theo, helped him get up and ran away from the locker room without a glance at Scott.


We were in Theo’s car, who was driving us to his hideout to make us safe. For my part, I was looking at my hands full of blood since we were in the car, my breathing jerky and fast, a buzzing in my ears. What had I done? And above all, why didn’t I feel guilty? The guilt would have consumed me and made me cry, but I didn’t feel anything.

"What does it do? ”

I turned to Theo who glanced at me, satisfied, while keeping an eye on the road.

“What does it feel like to be finally free and powerful? How do you feel after you have demolished the face of your alpha? ”

I held his gaze and felt a naughty smile stretching my lip.

“Satisfied.”


It had been several weeks since I had joined Theo and left Scott’s pack. Chaos broke out everywhere in the city, fires, deaths, blood flowed afloat. And I still couldn’t feel guilty. I had Theo by my side, I felt strong, powerful, invincible and above all, I no longer felt constrained to Scott’s stupid regulations. Don’t kill? Death is natural and violence is in the nature of the human being. I had nothing to do with Scott and the others. My alpha was now Theo.

I was waiting for Theo’s return, sitting in the car when my door opened and I was forced out of the vehicle before landing painfully on the ground grunting in pain.

“At last we find you, traitor!” Growled a voice that wasn’t unknown to me. Malia.

I wanted to get up, the rage bubbling in my body, but she put her foot on my face to stop me.

"Gently …” Another voice began. Scott, of course.

“ Why? She killed and massacred many people!” Malia added.

"She had to be controlled by Theo,” Stiles said.

An inhuman laugh shook my whole body followed by a dark silence.

“You’re so stupid, no one controls me,” I mumbled. “ This is who I am. ”

“Then you’re better dead!” Malia grunted, catching me by the collar to get me up to her height. It was the perfect moment, so I took the knife out of my belt and sank it into her stomach. I saw the light of her blue eyes slowly extinguish and her eyes darkened as she let go of me to put her hand on her bloody wound. I took advantage of the general consternation to place two fingers in my mouth and whistle as loud as I could, alarm between me and Theo. Immediately, my alpha came out of the shadows and jumped into the melee close to me, a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Well,” he began before putting his arm around my waist.

“Theo …” Scott spited as he pulled out his claws while Stiles was with Malia.

“Tut tut tuut …” Theo whispered. “You’re not strong enough, Scott. You are no more than the shadow of yourself. Your little protégé will not come back and you will never control her again. She’s mine,” he finished, ferociously pressing his lips against mine. I groaned with pleasure opening my mouth and our tongues danced for a moment in a passionate ballet, temporarily forgetting our enemy who were facing us.

“Come on, darling, finish the work so that we can continue this,” he finished as he heads for the car, grabbing my butt as he passed with his powerful hands. I smiled and then turned back to Scott, who was staring at me with tears in his eyes.

“Y / N … please, listen to me …”

Bam.

Scott didn’t have time to react and felt on his knees, with his hand on his stomach, blood flowing from the ball I just shoot. I had no regrets.

“I don’t have to listen to you. You’re no longer my alpha,” I finished before getting into the car. Theo made the tires crunch and we left the parking lot.


“Are you hurt?” Theo asked me, glancing at me as he drove.

I looked at my bleeding elbow, the only physical wound I had.

“No,” I replied.

“It was really sexy …” He added, licking his lips. “When you put them down like that, the guilt on their faces. It was … exciting. ”

I stared at him for a moment before approaching him like a cat, as sensually as possible while licking my lips, hungry.

“How exciting?” I asked  before putting my hand on his crutch, which was already starting to get hard when I had barely touched it.

He took his eyes off the road again for a moment to plunge his gaze into mine, burning with desire.

"Incredibly exciting. I wanted to take you there, in front of them, and fuck you until you were no longer able to stand on your feet. Until you cry and beg me to let you come. ”

My hand squeezed his crutch making him grunt. He couldn’t touch me, he had to keep his hands on the wheel, and I knew that it was a frustration to him, to the highest point. I continued to stroke his erection over his pants, first gently to raise the pressure, then more and more brutally, making him growl every time. Feeling that he appreciated the treatment, I undo his belt and jeans button before descending his zipper and releasing his privacy from the tissue barrier that imprisoned him.

“Fuck, Y / N …” Theo muttered, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t at the end of his surprises.

I leaned over him and lowered my head until my mouth was a few centimeters away from his reddened cock, not moving for a moment in order to raise the sexual frustration. Then I gave a chaste kiss before licking his cock which made him groan. Satisfied by his reactions, I didn’t wait any longer and began to suck him. First from the base to the bottom, then taking it all in my mouth while my hand kneaded his testicles still trapped in his underwear, creating extremely erotic sucking sounds. Mixed with the many moans that came out of his mouth, the excitement in me rose more and more and I already felt the humidity between my legs, sign of the obvious desire that I had at that time.

Then I felt his hand rest on my head and grab my hair to guide my movements and I let him do it. He kept groaning and grunting for a moment while continuing to move me against his erection, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t plan to let him come that fast.

I put my hand on his to remove it from my head and raised it to cross his eyes. I smiled and pulled my pants out; I straddled him and put my mouth against his neck, which allowed him to still have a good view on the road.

“Fuck, Y / N, you really want to do it now?”

For only answer I planted my teeth in his neck, strong enough to cause him pain but not enough to cause bleeding. I packed my panties on the side to clear my very wet entrance and took my other hand to place his erection in the right place. Then, before he could say a single word, I lowered on his hard erection while groaning in his ear.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he grunted in a hoarse voice and I felt the car zigzagging for a moment.

“And you’re so big,” I answered, licking his earlobe, satisfied. I began to move, first slowly, from top to bottom, still irritating him a little. But I wasn’t entirely satisfied and I didn’t intend to stop there.

I retired almost entirely before I plunged again, very quickly and hard. I felt the tip of his erection bump the wall of my inside and I groaned hard enough against his ear, which caused the car to zigzag again.

“Fuck Y / N!” Theo repeated with a pleasure grunt.

I continued my movements, fast, jerky, powerful, while continuing to groan his name. I knew he was dying to touch me. To take me, to punish me, to slap my ass. And to have the control was exciting me even more.

“I’m close …” He mumbled in my ear. I was close too.

“Me too ah …”

A few moments later Theo came in me and I had a very satisfactory orgasm that left me panting, still sitting on him. Then, after giving him a quick kiss on the lips, I left him to return at my seat, a satisfied smile on my lips.

“Y / N …” Theo began without looking at me, smirking.

“Yes sweety?” I asked him seductively.

"Wait a little until we get to the hide-out … you will get your punishment.”

I put my hand through my hair before answering.

“You’re the alpha…”

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The pack had warned you. You had been warned on numerous occasions, and you couldn’t come near him.

You didn’t have the right to be in his presence. He was dangerous, a threat, and you were in danger any time you are around him.

They were repeating it everyday and at the beginning, you had listened to them. You avoided being in the presence of the threat as best you could.

You were trying your best. But you couldn’t chase away the emotions that roamed inside your body when you glanced at him, when he made his way into your head, his face, his eyes, his lips, imagining his hands on your body…

Theo Raeken.

You had done everything to avoid him, but he was the one who stuck with you when you were separated from the group. He had waited for the right moment, the perfect opportunity to isolate you in the locker room of the school, your back stuck against the lockers, he stood inches away from you, hands on both sides of your head, his face so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips.

So close, you were dying to cross the meager distance that separated you, a deep craving starting in your gut, your eyes wandered to his appetizing mouth.

You knew You couldn’t, You had been forbidden, and the pack had even become hyper-protective towards you. There was always someone with you, but not today. And he knew it.

He also knew the obvious and burning desire you had for him and according to Stiles who hated him bitterly, Theo would use your feelings against you. Against the pack. But there, his body pressed against yours in the empty dressing rooms, the sound of your breathing being the only perceptible sound in the silence, it didn’t jump to your eyes. He was devouring you with his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y / N. Why are you hiding? Why do you stay the little wolf with the broken leg that drags out of Scott’s pack? Why do you need so much protection?” He whispered softly against your lips.

“Because I’m human,” You answered him just as gently, you unable to detach your gaze from his lips.

“Stiles is too, and he’s not followed 24/7,” he added with a smile. That smile that was always able to make you melt.

“Well,” You began, your mind blank of all answers. He had a point.

Theo put his hand on your cheek and looked you straight in the eyes.

“You’re strong, you don’t need them, you don’t need their protection. They slow you down, they want to hide your true potential,” he added in a sinister tone that gave you shivers of excitement in your back.

“They say you’re bad …”

“They say a lot of things … because they don’t like me … Scott wants to keep the control on his pack, that’s all he wants, he wants to keep you on a lead, he thinks you’re too stupid to act on your own will,” he continued, advancing a little more towards you.

You drank his words like an alcoholic in need of his next drink. He was right. Scott was stopping you from flourishing. He was keeping you in a cage.

Your breath accelerated when you felt his lips resting against yours, you magnetized. Theo put his hand on your waist and left the other against your cheek. You opened your mouth to ask for more, you wanted more, you needed more, to feel his skin against yours, his warmth, his smell, You wanted all this to belong to you.

“Let her go! ”

A wolf growl and then Theo was thrown away from me against the lockers. You opened your eyes abruptly to see the scene. Scott had rushed towards Theo, and held him brutally by the throat against the rickety locker.

He was strangled and struggled as best he could, his face becoming more and more red. For his part, Scott was angry, his muscles were protruding under his t-shirt and even though he had his back at you. You could very well imagine the red eyes of the Alpha who was burning with hate.
Without thinking, you rushed at them shouting.

“Leave him alone!” You shouted, scowling at Scott’s back, not letting go.

“Why do you defend him all the time!” He grunted. "He’s evil! A traitor! ”

You stopped beating him, hesitant and then crossed Theo’s gaze who was still struggling. He nodded scarcely toward Scott and you understood.
“What are you doing here Scott … you followed me?”

Scott turned his red eyes at you, angry.
“Well …” He started.

“Why are you following me all the time?” You repeated calmly.

“To protect you!” He added grumbling towards Theo.

"I know how to protect myself!” You added, feeling the anger boil inside of you.

“No you don’t know! You are naive and silly, looks where it led you!” He raised his voice.

You were shocked by his words. You looked at Theo again. He was right; Scott thought You were weak, stupid and naive. And You were going to prove him wrong.

You backed up without saying a word and grabbed a Lacrosse stick that was dragging on the floor. You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding, but the rage blinded you. He didn’t like you. You aren’t weak.

It was on this thought that You pushed as hard as you could, the stick behind Scott’s head, which was thrown a few centimeters on the ground, thus releasing Theo who looked at you with amazed eyes, coughing.

But Scott already started to get up again, angry, so you, in that time, didn’t hesitate and ran to him to knock him over and over with the stick until his face was covered in blood.

The rage started to burn your muscles and controlling your body. Then you ran to Theo, helped him get up and ran away from the locker room without a glance at Scott.

We were in Theo’s car, who was driving you guys to his hideout to make you safe. You kept looking at your hands, they were full of blood, since you guys got in the car, your breathing was jerky and fast, a buzzing in your ears.

What had you done?

And above all, why didn’t You feel guilty? The guilt would have consumed you regularly and made you cry, but you didn’t feel anything.

It was just blank.

"What does it do? ”

You turned to Theo who glanced at you, satisfied, while keeping an eye on the road.

“What does it feel like to be finally free and powerful? How do you feel after you have demolished the face of your alpha? ”
You held his gaze and felt a naughty smile stretching on your lips.

“Satisfied.”

It had been several weeks since you had joined Theo and left Scott’s pack. Chaos broke out everywhere in the city, fires, deaths, blood flowed afloat. And you still couldn’t feel guilty. You had Theo by your side, You felt strong, powerful, invincible and above all, You no longer felt constrained to Scott’s stupid regulations.

Don’t kill? Death is natural and violence is in the nature of the human being. You had nothing to do with Scott and the others.

Your alpha was now Theo.

You were waiting for Theo’s return, sitting in the car when your door opened and You were forced out of the vehicle before landing painfully on the ground grunting in pain.

“At last we found you, traitor!” Growled a voice that wasn’t unknown to you. Malia.

You wanted to get up, the rage bubbling in your body, but she put her foot on the side of your face to stop you .
"Gently …” Another voice began. Scott, of course.

“ Why? She killed and massacred many people!” Malia added.

"She had to be controlled by Theo,” Stiles said.

An inhuman laugh shook your whole body followed by a dark silence.
“You’re so stupid, no one controls me,” You mumbled. “ This is who I am. ”

“Then you’re better dead!” Malia grunted, catching you by the collar to get you to stand up to her height. It was the perfect moment, you took the knife out of your belt and sank it into her stomach.

You saw the light of her blue eyes slowly extinguish and her eyes darkened as she let go of you to put her hand on her bloody wound.

You took advantage of the general consternation to place two fingers in your mouth and whistle as loud as you could. Immediately, your alpha came out of the shadows and jumped into the melee close to you, a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Well,” he began before putting his arm around your waist.
“Theo …” Scott spited as he pulled out his claws while Stiles was with Malia.

“Tut tut tuut …” Theo whispered. “You’re not strong enough, Scott. You are no more than the shadow of yourself. Your little protégé will not come back and you will never control her again. She’s mine,” he finished, ferociously pressing his lips against yours.

You groaned with pleasure opening your mouth and Theo’s tongue danced with yours for a moment in a passionate ballet, temporarily forgetting the enemy who were facing you.

“Come on, darling, finish the work so that we can continue this,” he finished as he heads for the car, grabbing your butt as he passed with his powerful hands. You smiled and then turned back to Scott, who was staring at you with tears in his eyes.
“Y / N … please, listen to me …”

Bam.

Scott didn’t have time to react and fell on his knees, with his hand on his stomach, blood flowing from the claw marks you inflicted on his chest . You had no regrets.

“I don’t have to listen to you. You’re no longer my alpha,” You finished before getting into the car. Theo made the tires crunch and you flew out of the parking lot.

“Are you hurt?” Theo asked you gently, glancing at you as he drove.

You looked at your bleeding elbow, the only physical wound You had.
“No,” you spoke softly.

“It was really sexy …” He added, licking his lips. “When you put them down like that, the guilt on their faces. It was … exciting. ”

You stared at him for a moment before approaching him like a cat, as sensually as possible while licking your lips, hungry.

“How exciting?” You asked  before putting your hand on his crutch, which was already starting to get hard when you had barely touched it.

He took his eyes off the road again for a moment to plunge his gaze into yours, burning with desire.

"Incredibly exciting. I wanted to take you there, in front of them, and fuck you until you were no longer able to stand on your feet. Until you cry and beg me to let you come. ”

My hand squeezed his crutch making him grunt. He couldn’t touch you , he had to keep his hands on the wheel, and you knew that it was a frustration to him, to the highest point.

You continued to stroke his erection over his pants, first gently to raise the pressure, then more and more brutally, making him growl every time.

Feeling that he appreciated the treatment, you started to undo his belt and jeans button before descending his zipper and releasing his privacy from the tissue barrier that imprisoned him.

“Fuck, Y / N …” Theo muttered, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t at the end of his surprises.

You leaned over him and lowered my head until your mouth was a few centimeters away from his reddened cock, not moving for a moment in order to raise the sexual frustration. Then you gave a chaste kiss before licking his cock which made him groan.

Satisfied by his reactions, You didn’t wait any longer and began to suck him. First from the base to the bottom, then taking it all in your mouth while your hand kneaded his testicles still trapped in his underwear, creating extremely erotic sucking sounds.

Mixed with the many moans that came out of his mouth, the excitement in you rose more and more and you already felt the humidity between your legs, sign of the obvious desire that you had at that time.


Then You felt his hand rest on my head and grab ahold of your hair to guide your movements and you let him do it. He kept groaning and grunting for a moment while continuing to move you against his erection, but that wasn’t what You wanted.

You didn’t plan to let him come that fast.
You put your hand on his to remove it from your head and raised it to cross his eyes. You smiled and pulled your pants out; You straddled him and put your mouth against his neck, which allowed him to still have a good view on the road.

“Fuck, Y / N, you really want to do it now?”
For only answer You planted my teeth in his neck, strong enough to cause him pain but not enough to cause bleeding. You packed your panties on the side to clear your very wet entrance and took your other hand to place his erection in the right place.

Then, before he could say a single word, you lowered on his hard erection while groaning in his ear.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he grunted in a hoarse voice and You felt the car zigzagging for a moment.

“And you’re so big,” you answered, licking his earlobe, satisfied. You began to move, first slowly, from top to bottom, still irritating him a little. But you weren’t entirely satisfied and You didn’t intend to stop there.

You retired almost entirely before You plunged again, very quickly and hard. You felt the tip of his erection bump the wall of your inside and You groaned hard enough against his ear, which caused the car to zigzag again.

“Fuck Y / N!” Theo repeated with a pleasure grunt.

You continued your movements, fast, jerky, powerful, while continuing to groan his name. You knew he was dying to touch you . To take you, to punish you, to slap your bum. And to have the control was exciting you even more.
“I’m close …” He mumbled in my ear.

“Me too ah …”

A few moments later Theo came in you and You had a very satisfactory orgasm that left you panting, still sitting on him. Then, after giving him a quick kiss on the lips, you left him to return to your seat, a satisfied smile on your lips.
“Y / N …” Theo began without looking at you, smirking.

“Yes sweety?” You asked him seductively.

"Wait a little until we get to the hide-out … you will get your punishment.”

You put your hand through your hair before answering.

“You’re the alpha…”

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Closer » Kol Mikaelson

Summary: In which you see Kol Mikaelson, someone you hadn’t seen in years, at a party and all of the old memories come rushing in.

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, The use of 3 different POV’s 😂

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Originally posted by smallville88

“So, baby, pull me closer in the back seat of your Rover, that I know you can’t afford. Bite that tattoo on your shoulder,”

Kol’s POV

“C'mon, love. Let’s go somewhere a little more private.” I whisper in the girl’s ear. I was only luring her in to drink from her. When I pull away I notice someone in the corner of my eyesight. Someone I hadn’t seen in forever. Someone that of all my years, I know I’ll never forget.

Y/N. My Y/N. Or at least, she used to be my Y/N. I hadn’t realized I was staring until the girl I had been previously luring in, scoffed before stomping off. Then I could feel my breath hitch in my throat as she turned around, her eyes finding mine.

Instantly the eye contact brought memories into my mind.

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Fic: The Lost Treasure of the Zapotec Ch 1

I started a new story. It was supposed to be a one shot. Its not. I don’t know what will happen. It might wind up in the next Chapter, I might still be writing this when DG finally gets round to finishing Bees. Who knows.

Its another AU. Jamie and Claire are archaeologists who meet on a dig in Columbia. Adventure ensues (eventually!)

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Claire hacked her way through the vegetation. After 12 months based in the university teaching she’d forgotten just how physically demanding field work could be. She’d travelled as far as she could by truck and then by horse but the site lay another 6 hours by road. The jungle track, although more challenging would have her there in less than three, giving her time to set up her tent before all her equipment arrived with the supply trucks.  She felt  a familiar excitement in the pit of her stomach. She loved her sojourns to the university, sharing her knowledge and practice with the next generation, but field archaeology had always been her first love. She’d started young, only 6 years old, following the death of her parents and a brief and highly unsuccessful stint in a boarding school. Her Uncle Lamb, an esteemed antiquarian and archaeologist of some note, her only living relative, had taken her in and this meant a life of roaming around archaeological digs and universities. She’s never considered another career. She knew she would never find one to match the excitement, the adventure of her calling.

And this dig. Claire licked her lips as she thought of the possibilities. She and her team had been given rare and unusual access to an ancient site, thought to be Zaptoec in origin. Some digs had already been done at Monte Alban, but it was thought that this new site may date back even further and give new insight to the life of this pre-Columbian civilisation. A pre dig unit had been there for about three weeks already, doing surveying work and creating access to the site for their equipment. She had never met the lead archaeologist in this team and knew him only by reputation having read his recent article on Mayan iconography in a journal. He was based out of the University of Edinburgh, a institution with fine School of Archaeological Sciences and was confident the site had been left in good hands.

Finally, hot and sweaty Claire and her guide broke through the tree line and out into the clearing. The ruins of a pyramid dominated her skyline and below it all was activity. Graduate students ran to and fro marking out sectors and recording the topography. Equipment specialists tested equipment and tents were being hastily erected to act as sleeping quarters, a dining hall, medical station and several classification and examination tents, equipped with bright lights. She strode purposefully towards the biggest tent.

“I’m Dr Claire Beauchamp. I’m looking for Dr Fraser.”

A slight looking grad student with a gaunt face and a loping gait, led her into the tent. Following she looked around approvingly. Everything seemed to be set up just so. In fact she would have likely not selected any different configuration.  The student came to a halt at a tarpaulin which separated the main classification area from the specialist examination area. Whilst the majority of digging, general sorting and labelling would be done by less experienced archaeologists and students, the more serious work would be undertaken by the two senior archaeologists, Claire herself, a specialist in mesoamerican artefacts and Dr Fraser a specialist in Ancient iconography and architecture. They also had a funerary archaeology on hand should any human remains be uncovered which was always a possibility when excavating formerly inhabited areas. The student coughed nervously in an attempt to catch the attention of the person on the other side of the tarp. Claire rolled her eyes slightly, wondering how this nervous little man would cope with both the physical and psychological rigours of eight weeks on a remote dig. The student coughed again, slightly louder this time. A voice from the other side of the tarp rang out.

“For crying out loud, Geordie. Just call my name when you need me. Dinna hang around outside hacking away like a victorian consumptive” The tarp was suddenly pushed to the side and out strode a tall broad figure. So large him seemed to fill the space. He came to a halt in front of Claire who had to rock back slightly in order to look at him, so tall was he. She smirked slightly at his Indiana Jones style hat, before holding out her hand to greet him.

“Dr Fraser I presume.” She said with a smile. He reached out and took her hand to shake it and she couldn’t help but think how warm and soft it was.

“And ye’ll be Dr Beauchamp then, aye? Your reputation precedes you. My colleague Dr Gowan was mad wi’ jealousy that I would be working with a archaeologist of such renown.”

“Oh you know old Ned?” She asked laughing. “I worked with him on one of my first professional digs. It was out at Skara Brae in Orkney. The weather was a bit different to here.” She fanned herself slightly with her hat. She had spent many years in various tropical climes in the course of both her own and Uncle Lamb’s work, but the first few days were always and adjustment, especially when leaving the British Winter behind. Much as she loved her work in Durham University she was never sorry to say goodbye in the winter months.

Fraser laughed. “C’mon then. Let me show you the site and where you’ll be sleeping. No doubt you’ll want to get it all set up so that when we’re all exhausted at the end of the day ye can just fall into bed.” Her stomach tipped slightly when he said the word bed and she caught herself in alarm. “What the fuck Beauchamp?” It was true though, there was something about this tall stranger that had provoked a physical reaction in her. Maybe it was his height or his deep scottish brogue. Or, as she reminded herself sharply, simply the fact that she and Frank had broken up last year and she had not had a man in her life or in her bed since. “Pull yourself together.” She murmured. “Pardon?” Fraser turned around hearing her. “Oh nothing, nothing just talking to myself.” He smiled at her and continued walking. He wasn’t just tall, she decided he was also  beautifully built. You could make out his powerful planes of his muscles down through his back and his forearms were strong and slightly freckled where his shirt sleeves were rolled up. Claire shook her head to clear her thoughts. After her time with Frank, whom she had met on a dig several years earlier when he came to examine some Jacobite artefacts that had been uncovered buried in the woods near Inverness, she had vowed not to get involved with anyone again. Her job as a field archaeologist took her away often and for long lengths of time and Frank had grown resentful of her career, especially when it looked set to eclipse his own. She had returned to Oxford from a dig in the Etla Valley, set to turn down a teaching post at Durham. She had arrived a day early to surprise Frank. She had ultimately been the one to be surprised though, when she had found him in bed with a bottle of brandy and the History department secretary. She had left that day, accepting the post at Durham and never looked back. But she had been hurt by the betrayal and convinced that her career was incompatible with a shared life. Afterall, Uncle lamb had never married and maybe that was why.  Still, she was only human and Dr Fraser was very attractive. He had removed his hat revealing the most beautiful mop of red hair and his blue eyes were warm and friendly.

“Here ye go, Dr Beauchamp” Fraser came to halt outside a row of tents. “This one here is yours, you get one to yourself as befits our esteemed leader” She glanced at him sharply looking for signs of mocking in his face at that statement but she found none. “Once you’ve got straight I’ll take ye to the canteen for some lunch and then we’ll get started, aye?”

He’d been at the site for three weeks now doing set up and surveying the area. Thankfully the students and junior archaeologists he’d been assigned this time were better than the last dig he’d been on. Within a week they’d had the site mapped out and were able to start putting up the site buildings. Once that had been done work began surveying and laying out the grid. He’d been apprehensive about meeting Dr Beauchamp, she had a wonderful reputation and he’s read much of her work, having broadly overlapping specialisms, but digs were stressful places. Time was a constant factor even in on partially privately funded digs like this, the push to get as much out of the ground as they could before the money ran out. The thought of working with an unknown colleague was always daunting.

Now she was here, some of his apprehension dissipated. She had trekked through the jungle rather than opting to travel in the relative comfort of the truck convoy and didn’t seem in anyway daunted by the remoteness of the site. But then she’d been on sites like this since she was a wee girl if Ned had told him correctly, the niece of the late, great Quentin Lambert Beauchamp. But there was something else about her too. Something about the way her whiskey coloured eyes appraised everything, something about the way the set of her jaw, her confidence and self possession. He found himself wanting to know more about her.

They sat down to lunch. The canteen tent was almost empty, with just a few people on their staggered breaks, eating snacks and drinking coffee scattered around. It was cool in the tent, or at least compared to outside and large fans kept the air moving and the insects at bay.

“So, what got you into archaeology?” She asked between bites of her pasta.

“Oh, I did a year out before uni and ended up on a dig at Ephesus. It was just supposed to be a laugh, but it turned out it was what I really wanted to do.”

“And a specialist in mesoamerican iconography and architecture? Seems an odd choice for a boy from the Highlands” She asked with a smile. He tilted his head in acknowledgement of the recognition of his accent before continuing.

“Well actually, that would be the influence of one Dr Beauchamp” He smiled slightly at her surprise at this. “I was lucky enough to do a dig in Belize during my undergraduate studies. He was the lead on it. I never saw a man with such passion for his work. He inspired me.”

Dr Beauchamp smiled and he felt his heart flutter a little. She really was lovely with that hair and that soft creamy skin. But smart too, and funny.

“Well then” she laughed. “I guess that makes two of us, Dr Fraser.”

“Jamie.”he said impulsively “You can call me Jamie”

For a moment she looked slightly taken aback at the sudden familiarity and he cringed a little at his own unprofessionalism. He was about to apologise when he golden eyes softened again. She tilted her head a little as she looked him and he once again felt a slight flutter in the depths of his stomach.

“Claire.” she replied.

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The UT/US/UF skelebros at their first human fair! Complete with funnel cakes, deep-fried everything, Ring Tosses, shooting games, pony rides, face-painting, trinket-selling booths and make-you-puke roller coasters! Bonus points: Who drags their SO to the Tunnel of Love? Who doesn't even fully grasp what that ride is for?

UT!Sans:

Sans enjoys the gentler rides–the kind that can lull you to sleep.  The swings that lift into the air, the swinging pirate ship, anything where he can just sit back and relax.  There’s a ride (Spaceship 3000?  Gravitron 3000?  Apparently, putting 3000 after something makes it futuristic) where you stand against a wall and it spins super fast, flattening you against the wall to the point where your feet can leave the floor.  Well, that’s his favorite because he can show off.  He gets into various poses, all the while keeping his eyes closed and pretending(??) to doze.  

He’s not much for sweets, but he devours the hot dogs after smothering them with ketchup and at least tries a bite of your funnel cake and deep-fried oreos.

When it comes to the games, he’s got skills.  In fact, he’s too good.  The games are supposed to be rigged, but he’s winning every one of them.  You get whatever toy/plush you have your eye on and the satisfaction of watching the carnies try to figure out how to call him out for cheating without outing themselves for rigging the games.

You’re the one that drags Sans to the Tunnel of Love.  He’s full of hot dogs and tired from walking around/standing in lines all day, so the gentle rocking of the boat lulls him to sleep.  Opportunity missed!

UT!Papyrus:

WOWIE, THIS IS EXCITING!  LOOK AT ALL OF THOSE LIGHTS AND ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE!

Papyrus talks to everyone.  Everyone.  He can’t contain his excitement and anyone standing in the general vicinity of him while in line is going to hear all about it.  He asks you questions about everything, too, and you’re definitely riding everything.  Everything.  He makes the mistake of scarfing down an entire funnel cake because it’s “HUMAN TRADITION” and then riding something that slung the two of you around and went upside-down.

Yeah.. he totally threw up all over the place.  Funnel cake bits rain down on the people waiting in line.  Both of you are beyond mortified.  He “NYOO HOO HOO"s in a public restroom for half an hour straight afterward.  You finally get him to calm down by marching in and literally dragging him back into the fair.  You turn the games into a competition, and well, “THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEVER BACKS DOWN FROM FRIENDLY COMPETITION!  YOU’RE ON!  JUST DO NOT CRY WHEN YOU’RE CRUSHED! .. IN A FRIENDLY WAY, OF COURSE!  BECAUSE I’D NEVER.. CRUSH.. YOU.”  He’s babbling.  The two of you play every game and you somehow beat him.  Oh, he’s letting you win.  Now he’s blushing and shouting about how skilled you are.

You have to drag him to the Tunnel of Love because he’s SO DONE with rides.  But he actually enjoys it, and while he doesn’t really understand the purpose of the ride, he does admit that it has a “ROMANTIC AMBIANCE BEFITTING THE CAGE OF PASSION” that you’re in with him.  His arm goes around you, and the two of you cuddle while he nuzzles you temple with his teeth and blushes.  What a sweetheart.

US!Sans:

He’s just as excited about everything as UT!Paps, but he doesn’t talk to anyone else but you about it (and his brother if Stretch happens to be around).  His hand is constantly in yours, and he wants to ride everything.  You take him on a ride that goes way up high, then drops the platform quickly, and he’s so scared that his bones are rattling.  However, he’s not about to let you see him as a scared little babybones, so he goes through with it.  This ignites some sort of daredevil adrenaline-junky side of him, and he wants to go on it again and again.. all of the roller coasters, too.  

He eats giant pretzels and deep-fried oreos and twinkies.  Now he’s hyped up on sugar and is pretty much uncontrollable.  You can’t keep up.  You’re starting to feel sick.  You end up sitting on a bench and watching him ride a few rides while you wait for your stomach to settle.

Blueberry realizes you’re not feeling well and moves on to games.  He pours his energy into them, but doesn’t realize that most are rigged.  He ends up getting teary-eyed when he fails, and he’s super-dramatic about it.  You try winning him something, but all you get is a consolation prize–a small, colorful stuffed snake.  It doesn’t cheer him up; he wanted to win YOU something.

He suggests the Tunnel of Love when the two of you come to it, but he’s blushing a bright blue and twiddling his fingers together when he asks.  Once inside, he keeps scooting closer until he’s cuddled into your side, and he admits, “I’VE HAD A REALLY GOOD TIME TODAY.. WITH YOU.”  He’s so adorable that you shower his skull with kisses, and he ends up in your lap for the rest of the ride.  

US!Papyrus:

He rides everything you want to ride and doesn’t show the slightest inclination of being scared or phased by anything.  No, instead he’s watching YOUR reactions, trying to see what excites and/or scares you.  His lazy grin is the same, and whenever you shriek, he chuckles.  If you look unsure about the ride, he’ll tease you.  

Papyrus is all about the nachos, the funnel cakes, and the candied apples.  You already know he has a sweet tooth, and after he finishes the candied apple, he spends the rest of the afternoon twirling the stick between his teeth.  You suppose that’s because he can’t smoke on the fairgrounds.  

He watches you play the games instead of playing them yourself.. and holy crap, you’re good!  You’re hitting every target, you’re popping every balloon, you’re nailing every hoop..!  
You’re excited, and Stretch is grinning.  Oh.  Right.  He’s cheating with his magic.  
Welp, you’re not even mad.  You got all the stuffed animals you wanted.

The Tunnel of Love gets blown off.  Instead, Stretch takes you to the ferris wheel, right after the sun sets and the lights are bright.  At the very top, he pulls that cliché line “you’re beautiful” when you claim the view’s beautiful.. and yeah, you fall for it because he’s wearing the cheesiest grin you’ve ever seen on him.  The multi-hued lights are washing over his skull in a way that makes the moment feel so surreal, and when you kiss him, you feel like your heart’s going to burst out of your chest.  

You had a nice time.

UF!Sans:

When it comes to the rides, Red is all about the roller coasters and anything that goes upside-down.  He wants to see you scared, and he wants his adrenaline to be pumping at the same time.  He eats hot dogs and giant pretzels and covers both with mustard, and he’ll try a couple of bites of the deep-fried food you pick out.  When he goes back to the rides, he starts to feel queasy, so now it’s on to the games.

He blatantly cheats at all the games.  He doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s using magic.  The carnies try to call him on it, but he just smirks and suddenly the dart he was about to magically impale over and over again into ALL of the balloons hits the space right beside the carnie’s cheek.  They’re terrified.  Red gets whatever prize you pick out, and if you get annoyed by the fact that he’s scaring the carnies, then he’ll just pick out several.  He’s unapologetic.

Ultimately, he gets banned from the games.  But, oh hey, is that a mechanical bull?!  He’s only seen them on TV and wants to try it, so you both make some silly bet to see who can last the longest.  Red enjoys the sight of you riding the bull way more than he should, and you feel yourself get righted when you know you should have fell, but it’s still a ton of fun!  He beats you, of course, by cheating.  The show-off even rides it standing up by the end of it, and when he jumps off, it’s by choice.  Well, now you have to do whatever it is that he wanted for the bet.  But that’ll come later.  

(*Seriously, though, you guys should send me imagines for what the S/O has to do for the bet!)

He doesn’t do the Tunnel of Love and rolls his eyelights when you suggest it.  Instead, he drags you through a haunted house in hopes that you’ll get scared and cling to him.  He takes advantage of every jump scare to cope a feel in the dark or lick your neck.  Huh.  You didn’t think it was possible to feel turned on and scared at the same time, but hey, it is.

UF!Papyrus:

Edge hates crowds, and now you bring him here.  Waiting in lines suck, and he lets you know it.  He dictates which rides you go on, and should you accuse him of being scared of the faster rides that go upside-down, he’ll cross his arms and declare “THE TERRIBLE PAPYRUS DOES NOT FALTER IN THE FACE OF SUCH CHILDISH RIDES!” and take it as a personal challenge.  Oh yeah, he’s riding all of them.  He’s actually scared and locks up, giving the bar/harness/whatever a death-grip, and screaming through his closed mouth the entire time.  You can show him Mercy and suggest food, or you can keep going until he finally snaps that “THIS IS STUPID!” and stomps off toward the food anyway.

Nothing is up to his tastes.  He samples from whatever you get, but ultimately, he’s just not into cheap (yet still overpriced) food like this.  He compares you to Sans, and then you move on to games.  Even though they’re rigged, he’s still excellent at them–even without magic!  Nope, the Terrible Papyrus doesn’t cheat.  When it comes to accuracy, he’s got serious skills, and he’s intelligent enough to figure out how to account for the way the carnies have rigged the games.  While he does lose a few times, he still gets you whatever you want, and he won’t be satisfied until you’ve thanked him over and over.  

From the name, he can deduce what the Tunnel of Love is for, and he avoids it like the plague until you actually suggest it.  His face turns red.  "WELL, I SUPPOSE IF YOU’RE THAT DESPERATE TO RIDE IT WITH ME..“  He begrudgingly agrees, and he blushes the entire time.  The ride is cheesy–so cheesy!  Are you riding in a swan boat?!– but it’s dark and you’re both sitting close together.  You’re going to have to make the first move here; he’s not one for PDA.  But hey, if you go for it, you get a rather long kiss as a reward.

Bonus– Gaster!Sans:

G!Sans prefers the relaxing rides, too, but hey, he’s happy to watch you go on the roller coasters if you want.  He wants to see you having fun, and he’s likely to tease you if any of the rides intimidate you.  Likely, you can pull him onto a faster ride or two, but he’s mostly content on the swings that suspend in the air.  He can smoke up there without anyone telling him to put it out.  

He eats hot dogs and funnel cakes, and even decides to feed you some funnel cake just to see if he can make you blush.  If you let him, you’re bound to get powdered sugar on your cheek, and he’s going to wipe that off with his thumb and then lick it off.  He enjoys trying to make you as flustered as possible.

Like Edgy, he wins whatever games he plays without resorting to magic.  He prefers to watch you play the games, however, so he can alternate between giving you tips and poking fun at you when you lose.  He’s not afraid of PDA, so you spend the entire time walking around, hand-in-hand with him, and he seems relaxed.

He’s down for the Tunnel of Love.  In fact, he’s the one that suggests it.  He cracks jokes about the cheesiness of it all, though has his arm around you as soon as the two of you sit down.  G!Sans will guide your head to his shoulder and toy with your hair during the ride, and as much as he makes fun of the experience, he seems to really enjoy it.  The only way to stop his jokes is to kiss him, however, and you’re definitely up for that.

Kiss- Philip Hamilton X Reader

a/n: i decided to post this @hamiltonsquills

Warnings: allusions to sex and maybe some swearing? i don’t remember

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Philip said, his freckled cheeks dusted in red. His hair was unruly and his pants were inside out. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt or shoes.

“I… probably should go.” I said, my voice breaking.

“No it’s fine.” He insisted.

“No… its not important. You are… busy. I will just come back later… or something.” I said and I started to move away. He put his hand on my shoulder, causing me to wince and I turned back around.

“Philip come on… I was so close.” The girl in his bedroom whined and I backed away from him.

“Philip it can wait. Goodbye.” I said and I rushed out, hearing him follow me outside.

“No, it can’t.” He argued and I turned around and looked at him desperately.

“Just leave me alone.” I choked out, tears flowing down my face. He studied my face closely.

“Come here, shh.” He soothed and he hugged me gently. I cried into his bare shoulder and he just held me.

“Why won’t you just go back inside? You have someone waiting for you.” I said, trying to be mean but unable to do so.

“She doesn’t matter. Not right now. You are crying and you need me right now. I’m going to tell her to go home and we can spend the whole night together, okay?” He asked me gently and I nodded. He led me by the hand inside and he asked her politely to leave. She left, flustered and shooting a dirty look at me. She left and he led me to the couch where we laid with each other. “Are you gonna tell me why you were crying?”

“It’s stupid.”

“If you are upset about it then there is no possible way it is stupid.”

“Well the actual reason isn’t stupid but I’m starting to think I am.”

“You aren’t stupid. You’re so important.”

“Tell that to my father who is never home.”

“Hey, you are important to your dad. I know I am important to mine even if he is just as absent as yours.” Philip assured me.

“That’s not the reason I’m stupid though. I’m stupid because I fell in love with someone who I have no chance with.”

“King George?” Philip suggested and I shook my head, laughing.

“God that would be awful. ‘Hey dad I’m in love with the person who enslaved the colonies. Can I meet him sometime soon?’” I laughed
and he joined in laughing as well.

“Who’s the lucky man?”

“My bestfriend.”

“Oh.” He said pausing, trying to process what to say.“Your best friend doesn’t deserve you. You are way too beautiful and intelligent for a man whore like he is.”

“No. I know him and he isn’t a man whore. He is a great man, despite the fact that I’ve walked in on him having sex when I was going to confess my feelings.”

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do. Philip you’re intelligent and you’re funny and I care deeply about you.”

“I’m sorry you had to walk in on me having sex with her because I care about you a lot as well.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me rather than having sex?”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

“You aren’t. You were just scared and that’s fine.”

“Fine, I’m a scared idiot who runs off and has sex with people, consequently hurting my best friends feelings because I have a fear of rejection.”

“People do stupid things when they are in love. Or when they are afraid. So one out of two-”

“Two out of two. I do think this whole time I’ve been trying to tell you that I love you.”

“I… I love you too.”

“That would’ve been extremely awkward if you didn’t.”

“Just imagine it though. 'Yeah, sorry about that. I kinda love George Eacker so…’” I giggled, unable to continue at the look on Philips face.

“If you said Eackers name I would’ve died out of heartbreak.”

“Don’t worry, he has nothing on you.”

“He better not because anything he could do, I could do at least ten times better.”

“And if I told you that Eacker had kissed me before?”

“He would be a dead man.”

“He did it for a dare and took me completely by surprise. I almost threw up afterwards. He was extremely drunk though so he doesn’t even remember it.” I told him quietly.

“Give me the word and he is dead.”

“No. I want to hold you to the promise that you can kiss me ten times better.”

“That’s the easiest thing in this entire world. May I?” He asked and I nodded. He kissed my lips and I kissed him back. He wrapped his hands around my waist. He then used them to bring me closer to him and I put my hands in his hair, grabbing it as gently as possible. He licked my lips and I opened them, groaning slightly. He smirked against my lips and pulled away quickly.

“I bet Eacker couldn’t get you to make that noise.”

“You are such a tease.” I pointed out and he laughed, his lips still close to mine.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”