black leather jacket and red heels

All I want from life right now is a shit load of punk Sirius and florist Remus fanfics
Imagine it, punk ass Sirius in his leather jacket with his long hair and ripped jeans swaggers in to Remus’s flower shop one day looking to buy a single red rose to “present to my mother as she mourns the loss of my presence under her roof” or some sarcastic bullshit and Remus is just totally head over heels, and Sirius Black has an instant crush on the tall skinny boy in a cable knit jumper with an undercut and sandy brown curls and keeps looking for excuses to go back to the shop. Eventually the excuses get so ridiculous that Remus just asks if he’d like to meet up outside of the shop for once and Sirius is speechless and can only nod and blush furiously

Hatred (Wonho X Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request: “Hello! could i request a smut where you and wonho hate each other? – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Wonho x Reader
Genre/warning(s):  smut, humiliation, strong language, dom!Wonho (VERY DOM), choking, scratching, blood, ok let’s just say extremely hardcore sex so it’ll be easier???
Words: 4k (not even sorry)
Authors note: Just a heads up, this is really rough. I’m hella proud of this and I hope you enjoy this. I adore writing Wonho smut BUT I ALSO WANNA WRITE FLUFF BECAUSE HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE. But yes, this is hella intense so like just a warning so you won’t die? Or get offended. Basically rough sex, nowhere near vanilla so if that’s what you’re expecting this is exactly NOT it. I’m not even sorry at how dirty this is.

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Somebody Else Pt 4

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Smut, Angst, college AU

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: Cheating, Explicit sexual content.

Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10,  at 12 you became best friends,  at 14 you had your first kiss,  at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.

Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

I wasn’t gonna post this today but here it is :)


You didn’t hear his almost inaudible whisper as he stroked your hair, hugging you closer to him “What am I going to do with you? You make me crazy”. You looked up to him, his strands of blonde hair matted in sweat pushed back. “That was amazing” you whispered.

“I know right? I was made for this” he cockily grinned. “Oh my god you are such a tease” you hit his chest and he grabs your hands as he places his finger against your lips. ”But I know you love it”. He says before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.


A week went by and all you could think about was Taehyung, his kisses, his very touch, his beautiful laughter, his silly way of being… he was the calm after the storm. But you couldn’t stop Jungkook’s name from crossing your mind at least once a day. Since the fight he had sent you dozens of texts, he even called you. But you had ignored each one of them. You had decided with Taehyung that you would keep your “relationship” secret for a while until you were ready to tell Jungkook. You really didn’t know what to tell Jungkook; “I like one of your best friends and I want to try to have a relationship with him?” You knew that wouldn’t work, you knew that the moment you would see Jungkook, the name Taehyung would disappear from your head. You knew that the moment you tried to leave Jungkook he would follow you and absorb you again, so strong was your attachment to him, so strong the name of Jeon Jungkook was buried in your heart.

A nocked sounded at your front door and you hurried to get out of the couch to open it,

You looked through the peephole of the door to meet a young man with blond hair, you smiled to yourself before opening the door with a smile on your face. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

Taehyung stood in front of the now open door with his characteristic grin. “I just wanted to see you” he replied; entering to your house with a long step to shorten the distance of your bodies. He cupped your cheeks in both of his hands and gently pressed his pink lips against yours. A feeling of calmness running through you right away; It was always like that with Taehyung, he managed to generate that effect in people; Tranquility.

You closed the door by pushing him against it, melting in the kiss deeper. If you were thinking about Jungkook just moments ago; that name was now in the depths of your head.

Taehyung was the first to separate his lips for air. “someone is anxious?” He chuckled softly. “Yah! You appeared out of nowhere in my apartment” you said blushing. "Speaking of which, what are you doing here seriously?”

“You didn’t want to see me?” He asked frowning, pretending to be hurt. “Firstly I really wanted to see you and … secondly there’s a party at Jackson’s tomorrow, you should go …” he said as he walked towards the sofa to sit on.

“Uh oh Jungkook will surely be there Tae, I’m not ready yet” Saying the name of your ex aloud still was hard and more with the man who was in front of you at the moment.

“Listen… I know Jungkook will be there, but this is an opportunity to show him that you are more than an object with which he can play and then throw away.” He stopped and then continued. “I’m not telling you to tell Jungkook about … our relationship” The last word came out in a sigh, the way he said it made you feel bad, you knew that Tae wanted to be with you officially, wanted to show everyone how happy he could make you, but it was not yet the time when Jungkook still fluttered in your mind. “Just go, take Minah with you, have some fun,” He finished smiling, giving you security.

“You’re right, I could have some fun after all…” you agreed with Taehyung that leaving your house wouldn’t do you so bad, you could always leave the party if you felt uncomfortable. “If you want to leave just send me a text and we’ll leave together, what do you think?” He said in a seductive voice, intending to continue what had happened a few minutes ago between you two.

That ended up convincing you; you had Minah and Tae if something went wrong. Maybe you wouldn’t even see Jungkook with the number of people who used to attend the parties of Jackson.

The reality was that Taehyung was everything you wanted to have after Jungkook broke up with you, someone who was there for you, who would listen to you, who would talk to you, distract you from the horrible thoughts that inhabited your mind. Since the black-haired young man left you, the only thing you could think of was that you weren’t good enough, beautiful enough or intelligent enough and that’s why he left you. You couldn’t help thinking that there was something wrong with you, that you had done something mistakenly, you still didn’t understand very well how fate had made you cross with a person as wonderful as Kim Taehyung, and how he had accepted you with his arms open even knowing how broken you were. There was more of Kim Taehyung than you knew.

Tae’s deep voice brought you back to the real world. “What are you thinking?” He asked and you looked at him in surprise. The question shocked you a little, pushing the thought to the back of your mind, hiding them, with your best smile you answered; “I was just thinking about what to wear tomorrow,” you lied.

“Ah, I do not care what you wear as long as you take it off for me.” He grinned and winked at you as you rolled your eyes at the comment but you couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you thinking about impure things already? What a slutty woman.”

“YAH! What are you saying!? You’re the one who was talking about taking off my clothes!” You replied by throwing yourself to him and hitting him on the chest with both hands.

Suddenly he grabbed you gently but strongly enough for you to not be able to move and turned you around, locking you on the couch with his legs “Or … you can take off your clothes now, I wouldn’t mind,” he said before kissing you roughly.

Here we go again.


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singer-inspired aesthetics
  • hozier: thunderstorms, lightning, full moons, sun softened peaches, distracting your lover at church, passionate yet hasty kisses, love marks, soft moans, picnics on sunny days, dark summers, painting your first apartment, road trips, stargazing with your lover, sleeping in cheap motels, praying to god that your lover will always stay.
  • lana del rey: red lipstick, cat-eye sun glasses, your boyfriend's denim jacket, roses, a glass of wine, flirting with your father's best friend, melting popsicles, large beach hats, swimming pools, american flags, red high heels, short dresses, diamond earrings, brushed out curls, riding on the back of your boyfriend's motorcycle.
  • melanie martinez: suburban nightmares, daddy's quiet conversations with other women, empty cradles, open window, sex in the back of your ex-boyfriend's car, ruffled white socks with dingy red shoes, lopsided bows, tight ponytails with ribbons tied around them, crooked teeth, messy lipstick marks on your lover's neck, little black heart earrings, stolen diamond bracelets, lace underwear under plaid skirts
  • halsey: leather jackets, chokers, sneaking out late at night, screams of 'we matter' ringing through the city, red stoplights, driving through desert roads, blue lipstick, making out at the train station, dirtied nail beds, cigarette buds with lipstick marks on them, dead flowers, ripped denim jeans, dirty sneakers, hiding tattoos from your parents, new piercings, pride flags held high, whispering 'i love you' through the phone.
  • zayn: freshly shaved heads, new tattoos, quiet days in, oversized hoodies, late nights smoking weed, good music playing in the background, gentle nibbles on your girlfriend's ear, protecting your friends, watching cartoons on saturday mornings like you used to, family dinners, long eyelashes, soft smiles, infectious laughter, sex in the late hours of the night, cooking for your lover, bollywood music, never imagining that you could get this far.

Title: The Taste of Envy

Summary: Bianca is a call girl and her favourite client, a possessive man named Negan requests her services for the night.

Pairing: Bianca x Negan

Warnings: Smut, possessiveness, spanking, fluff


Sitting at the bar with one leg crossed over the other, Bianca reapplied a layer of red lipstick and waited for Negan who had requested her services. Becoming a call girl was never her intention, she had plans to go to college and study law, make her parents proud and be the success story of her family. But somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one she had fallen off the tracks, got involved with women who worked through a call girl agency and realised she could make big money using her body.

Now twenty-three, the pretty redhead was just starting off in the adult business. The men she serviced were rich businessmen who had more millions than sense, some of them had crumbling marriages to wives they hated and some of them were lonely and needed someone to talk to, but this particular man who wanted to see her tonight was possessive. Negan. He wasn’t like the others. Yes, he was older and he was rich, but he was gorgeous. He was a man who could get any girl he wanted, whenever he walked into a room, heads turned and women damn near threw themselves at him like he was a pussy magnet. But he still paid to see her. It was flattering to say the least, and there was part of her that got butterflies whenever he texted her. But to work this job, the number one rule was to never get attached, and she was already failing.

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anonymous asked:

im not saying to should or you gotta, but like lance in a dark red leather skirt, black high thighs, those really cute boot heels, a black halter top, fingerless gloves, and keith's jacket k bye

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Halloween (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Things get a little out of hand at a Halloween party. Will Ethan save the day?

Warnings: yelling? drinking? idk none really. 

A/N: This was inspired by @fireflydolan ’s list of Halloween with Ethan. So everybody say thank you to her! Everyone’s a tad older in this - old enough to drink at least. Enjoy!


“Babe, what do you think?” You called from your room, putting the finishing touches on your makeup for the halloween party tonight. You, Ethan, and Grayson were all invited to a massive Halloween party. You were originally from Salem, Massachusetts, so Halloween was everybody’s favorite holiday. After you moved to L.A., you always made it a point to go home to go trick-or-treating with your little sister and see the changing New England leaves. This would be your first Halloween dating Ethan.

Ethan poked his head into your room and smiled as you finish your dramatic makeup. The two of you had a lot going on since you flew back from L.A., so you didn’t have much time to get costumes. You decided to be vampires since you could pull it off with the clothes you had and some heavy makeup. You had done Ethan’s makeup first. It was no small feat, as he could hardly sit still because he was so excited to meet some of your old friends.

“Ethan!” You had said with a giggle as he bounced in your vanity chair at your mother’s house where you were all getting ready. “Stop or I’ll poke you in the eye!” He grinned and wrapped his arms around you.

“I was gonna say something about poking you later, but even I couldn’t make that sound good, could I?” The two of you couldn’t help but laugh.

You had just put on your dramatic false eyelashes and finished the most intense cat-eyeliner you’d ever attempted. It was bold, but not clownish, just as you were hoping for.

“What do you think?” You repeated. Ethan stared down at you, his mouth slightly agape and he smiled, showing off the fake vampire fangs that took you all of 45 minutes to glue onto his teeth.

“I think you look incredibly sexy, (Y/N),” he said, wrapping his arms around you and dipping his head down to kiss your neck once, gently. It filled your stomach with butterflies, even after all this time together.

“Will you put the two bite marks on my neck?” You asked, handing him the fake blood and the paint brush you had both used to apply it. He nodded and took the things from you.

“Sure,” he replied and pulled you close. You looked at him, confused for a moment before he leaned down and bit your neck, hard enough to leave a mark.


“Ethan!” You giggled as he gripped your hips and bit your rested your hands on his chest. He nibbled and sucked at your skin, leaving a mild mark behind when he finally pulled away. He grinned at his handiwork and winked at you.

“Had to make it look believable,” he said before pecking your lips quickly.

He unscrewed the cap and used the back of the paint brush. He put a small dab of the substance from the Halloween store on the end of the brush and poked your neck, repeating again for the second time. He watched as the substance ran down your neck and blew gently on it to help it dry, as you had for him earlier. It looked pretty believable. You sat down at your vanity and looked in the mirror, fairly impressed.

“Wow, well done,” you said, looking up at him with a smile. Your fangs were already in as well. It had only taken you five minutes to put them in because you, unlike your boyfriend, could sit still. He shrugged and put the tube back down on your vanity after putting the cap back on.

“What can I say? I’m an artist,” He boasted and you can’t help but laugh as you roll your eyes and get up to change.

“You mean you’re not wearing that to the party?” He asked, frowning and sitting down in your vanity chair.

“Nahhh, I gotta find something more…vampire-ish,” you said, thumbing through your outfits, looking for something that would fit the bill. You and Ethan both knew that meant you were looking for something a little bit sexier than you normally would wear.

You smirked as Ethan became more and more excited/anxious to see what it was you were looking for. You had an idea and grabbed your leather jacket that was hanging at the front of your closet before venturing further to pull something from a drawer.

“Hmm, I think it might be over here, actually. Hey, will you go make sure Grayson is ready to leave in five minutes?” Ethan frowned, but did as he was told and went off to find his twin brother. You did Grayson’s makeup first, because he was more patient and less bouncy than Ethan and wouldn’t have bothered the two of you while you were getting ready. He was actually already downstairs watching tv with your little sister, who had just gotten back from her trick-or-treating rounds.

You pulled together your outfit, sprayed on some perfume and headed downstairs. When the boys saw you, both their mouths dropped open.

You picked out a black lace bralette, with an exaggerated silver chain necklace (you couldn’t wear a choker because of your fake bite marks), and a pair of torn black skinny jeans. You threw your leather jacket on over it, and wore a pair of spike-heeled boots. You had dark red lips and you looked -

“Amazing,” Grayson said with a smile. Even your little sister ‘ooh’ed at you. Ethan looked a little less than thrilled.

“What?” You questioned, looking at him innocently.

“Guys are gonna be all over you, (Y/N), don’t you think it’s a little much?” You gave him a look - raised an eyebrow and folded your arms over your ribs. He sighed, knowing he’d been defeated.

“Come on, Gray, let’s go,” he said, sounding a little dejected.

You grabbed your essentials from your purse and put them in your jacket pocket, zipping it up so they wouldn’t get lost.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! We’re going to the party! We’ll be back before dawn!”

“Make it 2,” your father said from behind a newspaper. You groaned but accepted your curfew and the three of you were off.

The house the party was at was only five blocks away, so you decided to walk. Most of the youngest children had already gone home - trick-or-treating hours were winding down, and now teenagers and adults were out, enjoying the revelry and feeling like kids themselves again.

As you walked down the street, you noticed a group of drunken frat boys were eyeing the three of you, and you knew Ethan would start something, so you pulled the twins to the other side of the street and kept walking, avoiding them as best you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when they didn’t bother following you. It seemed like they had gotten the message.

The party was already in full swing once you had arrived. Lots of your friends from high school were there and you enjoyed catching up with them. Ethan and Grayson made friends with a few guys you had been close with and the party was a general success. You had more than a few drinks and so did Grayson, but you noticed Ethan was holding the same beer most of the night.

Grayson was talking to a pretty girl dressed as Princess Peach and Ethan was sitting next to you on the couch. One of your favorite songs came on and you looked back at him, an open-mouthed, half smiling expression on your face. He rolled his eyes, but smiled and took your hand, leading you out onto the makeshift dance floor.

You grinned as the two of you danced and swayed to the music. You’d had quite a few drinks by this point and you were starting to feel them, but you were still having a great time. The music rattled through your body and made your very bones vibrate as Ethan held your hips. You stayed out on the floor dancing with him and quite a few other people for a few more songs. As the latest song ended, Ethan leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna go get some water for us.” You look up at him and nod so he knows you understand, even in your drunken stupor. You look around for Grayson and see him still talking to the girl in the slutty Princess Peach costume, so you shrugged and continued to dance by yourself. It wasn’t long before you felt a pair of hands on your hips, but even in your state of haze, you knew that they weren’t Ethan’s.

You whirled around to see the same drunken frat boy from earlier that you had avoided on your way to the party. You didn’t know him, and you didn’t think you’d see him again. You attempted to pull away from him, but his grip on your waist only got tighter. You fidgeted and fussed and pulled your hands away but he kept on trying to snatch them.

You squirmed uncomfortably and called for Grayson over the jock’s voice, but the music was so loud that he couldn’t hear you. As you fought him off, you started to feel more and more upset, but you were never a weepy drunk. Anger rose from your stomach up into your head as he started saying all manner of vulgar things to you. That’s when you snapped.

“I don’t know WHO in the FRESH FUCK you think YOU are, but I am NOT going home with you!” You shouted, pushing him back with impressive force. The music turned down as you started to yell at him and people began to stare. “I am not your plaything, I am not an object, and I am NOT YOUR BABY!”

By now, the whole house could hear you, and the only person moving in the entire house was Ethan, pushing through the crowd to get to you, still flaring with rage. By the time he arrived, Grayson was at his side.

“Alright, (Y/N), that’s enough…” he tried to calm you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You immediately reached back for him and kissed him fiercely on the lips, just for a second, but long enough for everyone to see and take notice. Ethan was surprised, but he returned your kiss like he always did.

THIS is the guy that’s taking me home, and you’re lucky he showed up before I could BEAT YOUR ASS you fucking PIG!” Ethan practically dragged you out of the house, kicking and screaming. Grayson almost had to hold your legs so you wouldn’t kick any other party-goers in the face.

Outside, the fresh October air cooled your face, and you didn’t even realize how flushed and hot your cheeks were until you suddenly felt cold again. You were still fuming as you tore up the street back towards your house, the twins in toe.

“(Y/N), that was awesome,” Grayson said, trying to suppress a laugh. You did’t really acknowledge it, you just kept walking, trying to burn up the rest of your anger and frustration. Ethan still hadn’t said a word since you’d left the party.

It was almost three blocks before you calmed down and stopped to catch your balance because your buzz had caught up with you. You had tripped over your heels, but Ethan caught you, just like he always had. He sighed, sounding annoyed.

“Baby, you need to slow down before you break your ankle,” he said, helping you right yourself and keep your balance. You held onto his arm and looked up at him. Your eyes were misty and dark from all the alcohol.

“Are you mad at me?” You questioned, sniffling. “Because I swear I didn’t encourage him or anything, and Grayson couldn’t hear me over the music and -” Ethan cut you off with a smile and a laugh.

“No, baby, I’m not mad. I just wish I could’ve protected you before you had to resort to that. I always want to protect you.” He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes, letting your arms snake around his middle.

“I know you can protect yourself, babygirl. I know that and I’m so proud of that,” he said, stroking your hair to try and calm your quiet sobs that had suddenly begun to wrack your body. You didn’t even notice them come on until he started rubbing your back over your jacket. “Like I said, I just wish it could’ve been me who told that asshole to fuck off.”

You nodded, your cheek still pressed against his chest, your heart pounding in your chest. You’d almost forgotten that Grayson was there until you heard his voice.

“For what it’s worth though, (Y/N) is scary as shit when she’s pissed off, and it was still awesome…”

After a brief pause to take in what Gray had said, the three of you broke into relieved laughter and the tension seemed to rise like steam off the ground, clearing the air. Ethan wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. You smiled warmly at him and your arm went around his waist.

“I’m so proud of my girl,” he whispered as the two of you walked side by side, back into the night.


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Running Scared

Requested by an Anon: can you write an imagine where the reader has been with her ex boyfriend for so many years & when they break up Opie (her best friend) invited her to a samcro party, she was looking for a friends with benefit thing. nothing more Jax just so happened to be the one that would give her that. he falls for her but she doesn’t see him that way. she is just clouded by the sexual thrill of having him as a friend with benefit thing. he is heartbroken because he wants a family with her. it runs her off.

AN: Hope you like it! 

I wasn’t going to answer the phone, but  I knew if I didn’t he’d either keep calling me just to annoy me, or come over and annoy me. Opie was my best friend, he’d been my rock the past several months, ever since Oliver had broken up with me. Ollie and I had been  together for five years, and I thought it was going to be forever. Then two months ago, he just walked away, telling me, it just wasn’t working out. 

My phone had stopped ringing, I winced knowing it was going to voicemail. I closed my eyes wondering if he’d call back or;  my phone started ringing again, I grabbed it before it could stop.

 “Hello.”

“I’ll be over in thirty minutes to pick you up, I’m taking you to a club party!” Opie barked at me.

“Ope, I don’t want to go….”  I laid back on the couch, staring at the episodes of OITNB, I still had left to watch. “I just want to stay home..”

“Damn it (Y/N), it’s been two months since that jackoff Oliver left. It’s time to get on with your life, and get on someone else.  If you aren’t ready, when I get there, I will drag your ass out as is!”

“Fine, you big annoying  pain in the ass giant, I’ll be ready.”

“Put on something sexy!”

“Now you’re pushing it, see you in thirty minutes!” I tossed the phone on the coffee table and went into the bathroom.Looking in the mirror, I sighed. “Why not? Maybe a hot fling is what I need!

 I applied my make-up, and let my hair out of its messy bun. My hair fell in waves around my shoulders, I ran my fingers through it, fluffing it out. Walking into my bedroom, I went through my closet, pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans, I pulled them on. They hugged my curves, fitting me in all the right places.

Flipping through my closet I found a red lacy tank top, pulling it out, I slipped it on. I wasn’t secure enough to just wear the tank top, next to it was a sheet black button up shirt. I know it really didn’t cover anything, but it made me feel better, so I put it on.

 I slipped on my red bitch heels, and sprayed on some perfume, as I was walking down the hall I heard the front door open. Opie walked in, I could see he was tense, like he was ready for a fight.

“Sexy enough?” I twirled around for him.

“Loose the button up!” He grinned at me.

“I’m not on of the club whores, I’ll keep it on thank you!” I grabbed my leather jacket and followed him out to his bike.

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Before He Cheats

Hey! This was for the Break the Zone Challenge. This was supposed to be female angst ballads so… mine was Before He Cheats. Hope you like it! If you want to be tagged, not tagged, removed, added to a list let me know! I love feed back that is what keeps me goin’. 

Warnings: Language, destructions of property, threats. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader no smut

The son of a bitch had done it for the last time. You had caught him red handed. You had gone out for drinks last night with the girls because he was working late, for the third time this week, and there the bastard was. He was in a corner booth wrapped up in a little blonde, he had not been taught never to put his back to the door. You had turned and gone home, a complete loss for what to do. Until you pulled in the drive, there sat his pretty lifted souped up 4-wheel drive.

Little did he know, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

You smiled and played the good girlfriend tonight when he called and apologized for working late yet again. You hung up and got ready to go out.

You finished curling your hair and smoothed on your red lipstick, you were on the warpath. You slipped on your red high heels and snagged your black leather jacket on your way through the bedroom. The last thing you grabbed was your Louisville Slugger from its spot behind the front door.

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14, 42, and 46 with Yondu

14: you look amazing tonight
42: you’re always on my mind
46: Dance with me

It was rare that you had a reason to wear something nice. You and Yondu had been invited to a big anniversary party for the day Xandar was saved. Yondu had fought you for days. He hated these kinds of things. You were excited for this and you’d been jumping off the walls.

You had dragged Yondu around the day before picking out outfits and trying things on. He would never usually give in to this but the look on your face was enough to keep him quiet. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he was enjoying watching you try all of these dresses on. He especially liked the tight ones. You didn’t show him what dress you picked wanting to surprise him.

Later that night you were in your room getting ready. You pulled on the tight red dress making sure to brush out any wrinkles. You pulled on your heels and some jewelry. You gave yourself a grin in your mirror as you put some lipstick on. Making your way down the corridors of the ship you found Yondu standing at the opening of the ship. He was as dressed up as you could ever get him. He had plain black leather pants on and a nice button up shirt with a plain leather jacket over it. You walked over to him your heels clicking on the grated ground. He turned to look at you his eyes widening.

“Woah…. didn’t know ya could clean up like that… thought ya were always gonna Yondu be a scruffy little Terran.” He laughed putting his hands on his hips.

“Very funny. You don’t look bad yourself. Never thought I’d see you in a shirt that wasn’t stained.” You teased back.

He pretended to be mad before holding his arm out for you to take it. You did gratefully as the two of you walked to the big Nova Corp building. You leaned into his as you walked and he didn’t push you away. When you stepped into the party people started whispering. You knew that none of them had expected the two of you to actually come. You rolled your eyes letting Yondu lead you wherever he wanted. Seeing Peter across the room he dragged you there trying to at least be somewhat intimidating to the other people there.

After a long time of Yondu and Peter snapping back and forth at each playfully, you tugged on Yondu’s arm. He looked down at you telling Peter he’d be back as he let you pull him away.

“Dance with me?” You asked him hopefully as you watched others dance.

“Ya better be glad ya look amazing tonight or I just might have said no.” He grinned at you holding out his hand.

He spun you around surprisingly good at this. You smiled as he put one hand on your waist and held your hand with the other. As the faster song ended and a slow one replaced it Yondu moved his other hand to your waist. You put your arms around his neck as he pulled you closely to him. He smirked down at you as he swayed your hips with his.

“Yer always on my mind but now that you is gonna be in this dress.” He grinned letting one of his hands slid down your waist to your hip.

“Yondu! Not here.” You giggled not bothering to stop his hand.

“How about later? Back on tha ship. Give me something ta replace ya in that dress in my mind. Something else ta think bout when ya ain’t around.” He gave you a dirty grin as he held you close.

“If you manage to go all night without getting in any trouble… I’ll make sure you barely even remember this dress.” You whispered in his ear with a smirk.

“Ya better deliver on that. Cause I’m gon be on ma best behavior.” He grinned putting his face in your neck.

Witch Character Sketch

I posted this awhile ago, but I just remembered it because of the witch ask.

Also, feel free to use this template for answering questions about your OCs but please don’t “steal” this character because I think I’ll use her in a future story- probably in a combo with my recent Vampire Witch prompt


General Information-
°Name: Ember P. Lynx
°Gender: Female
°Sexuality: Bi
°Birthday: April 15th
°Age: 22

Physical Appearance-
○Height: 5'8"
○Hair Type: wavy/curly
○Hair Length: mid-back
○Hair Color: red/orange
○Skin Color: creamy/pale
○Body Shape: slightly curvy, but not quite hourglass
○Weight: average
○Eye Color: honey w/ gold amd green flecks
○Freckles: yes, across cheeks and nose
○Birthmarks: crescent moon shaped on right heel
○Oddities: mildly pointed ears

Style-
●Common Outfit: leather jacket, black combat boots, red tank top, jeans/leggings
●Fancy Outfit: red, form fitting dress; black heels
●Other Common Outfit: black jeans, vans, flannel
●Typical Makeup: winged eyeliner, red lipstick
●Accessories: locket necklace, gemstone ring, messenger bag
●Hair: natural and down, or in a pony tail with a few strands falling out to frame face

Personality-
♡Positive Traits: confident, fierce, brave, intelligent, loyal, determined, bold, free-spirited adventurous, curious
♡Negative Traits: temperamental, argumentative, impatient, bossy, skeptical, stubborn, reckless, commitment Issues
♡Spirit Animal: wolf (would be an alpha)
♡Fears: not being in control, failure
♡Hopes/Dreams: have a fun life, travel the world, lead coven
♡Mental State: stable
♡Favourite Motto: life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all
♡Religion: between agnostic and the coven’s religion
♡Core Beliefs: live life to the fullest blood Makes you related, but loyalty makes you family.
♡Zodiac Sign: Aries

Family and Relationships-
•Father: she is mistrustful of his motives; he worries about her
•Twin Brother: protective of each other
•Mother: died during childbirth, Ember doesn’t miss her
•Status: single, often engages in flings
•Friends: very close inner circle; would die for them
• Enemies: sketchy coven members, potentially the leader
• Coven: is friendly with most members, views as family

Witch Stuff-
♢Loves her coven, wants to lead one day
♢1 of 42 members in coven
♢active participant in rituals
♢Determined to master a temporary wings spell
♢Current favorite ppell is a plant growth spell or an animal summoning spell
♢Is fraid that current leader of coven is up to something
♢Coven acceptance and position decided through earning it
♢Blood related/family ties in relation to social class still leaks through
♢Full fledged member, not in council
♢Would never give up witchcraft

Chapter Two:Unexpected kiss

It’s been three days since Kells has been back in Cleveland. We’ve done absolutely nothing apart from laze around in ours sweats. However, we have watched everything on Netflix and smoked hella weed in those three days, so that’s quite an achievement! It was 10am when I woke up, Kells was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, one arm raised and under his head, his blonde hair covering his face and his mouth slightly open. I didn’t want to wake him so I carefully crept out of the bed and in to see my sister.

“Morning (Y/N)” she mumbled as soon as I opened the door. She was laying in her bed playing on her phone, probably hungover from being out last night with her girls.

“Morning (Y/S/N) happy birthday!” I leant over, kissed her head and handed her a little gift box along with a card.

“Aww thanks! Are you and K coming tonight? We’re going to that cute cocktail bar downtown.” She sat up in the bed and yawned. She definitely went out drinking last night, I could still smell the alcohol on her and let’s face it, she didn’t look great!                                                                                                                                                            

“Sure” I sat down on the side of her bed. “I definitely will, I dunno about Kells though. I’ll ask him when he wakes up.”

“Did he stay here again?!” she asked, I knew exactly what she was gonna say next so I breathed in deeply to brace myself for it… “You two need to hurry up and get together already, jeez.” She laid back down in the bed and sighed.

“Shut up (Y/S/N), he’s my best friend.” I raised my eyebrows like I was disgusted.

“We all know you like him, I think you’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet!” she rolled her eyes at me.

“He could legit have any girl he wanted… no, he does get any girl he wants. He’s not gonna settle for me, he doesn’t like me in that way anyway”

“I guess we’ll just find out tonight!” She smiled at me.

“Find out what tonight?!”

“You’ll find out” She rolled over and obviously didn’t want to talk anymore, so I went back to my room to see if K was up yet.

“Good morning sleeping beauty, you are awake” You joked.

“Morning” He sat up in the bed and stretched; his black vest rising up, revealing the ‘V’ line I’d always been attracted to and the XXX tattoo on his lower stomach. His voice always sounded so raspy in the morning, it was sexy. I found myself staring at him for a couple seconds, I was beginning to look at him in a different way. I didn’t realize how beautiful he was.

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I was ready to go to the cocktail bar with (Y/S/N) and her friends. I wore a black crop top that revealed my left tattoo sleeve and navel piercing, a pair of black, ripped jeans and a red plaid shirt tied around my waist. I thought I would just go casual, plus I never really was a high-heels and glitter sort of girl. I was just doing some last minute makeup touch-ups in the mirror, when Kells came down the stairs. He put both hands on my shoulders while peering over me looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He smelled so good, he always did. He almost took as long as I did to get ready though! He was wearing black, ripped jeans also, with a white t-shirt, leather jacket and of course an EST bandana wrapped around his head.

“Fuck (Y/N)!“ He said, his mouth dropped open.

“What? Should I change?” I looked down at myself, I started to become anxious and paranoid. “It’s too casual isn’t it?”

I could see his eyes dancing around my body and he took a few seconds to respond. “No, you look amazing, seriously! You ready to go?” I had seen him bite his bottom lip out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t mention anything.

“Sure” I replied.

In the taxi on the way to the bar, he was telling me about his day. He had a daddy/daughter date with Casie, they went to the zoo and painted pictures together. He then met up with his boys and chilled. When we pulled up outside the bar, Kells got out of the cab and walked around to my side and opened the door.

“Thank-you sir!” I joked and he held out his arm as if I was to cross arms with him.

When we got to the bar, (Y/S/N) and all her friends were in a VIP booth. We walked over linking arms, both of us holding a drink. “How are you in the VIP section?” I asked my sister. I was a bit confused, you had to be a ‘somebody’ to get into those. But when I looked over to Kells, he was smirking as if he had something to do with it. “You did this!” I playfully punched him in the arm “Great, boost her ego even more!” I laughed sarcastically.

“Fuck it, it’s her birthday… and you’re only 22 once, right? Let’s get fucked up!” He raised a glass of whisky and everyone cheered.

As the night went on, the drinks were going down easier and so much quicker. I was really drunk by this point. K hadn’t left my side most of the night and I felt myself becoming more attached and attracted to him. He kept catching me staring at him, but when we caught eye contact I would quickly look away. We kept exchanging contact and flirty comments here and there.
I was on the dancefloor with my sister when Kells came over with a drink for me and then grabbed me by my free hand and took me outside. He was sticking two fingers up at me signaling we were going for a joint. We went across the road and sat on a wall while he skinned up.

“You having a good night?” he pulled his weed and rolling papers from his pockets.

“Yeah, are you? (Y/S/N) is too, she’s wasted!” I replied, swaying whilst sitting on the wall.

“Good! It’s her birthday. And yeah, especially now I can get a breather with my girl, it’s so hot in there!” He took off his leather jacket and put it around my shoulders.

“Your girl?” I looked at him confused.

“Yeah, you’re my best friend right?” He was still rolling and didn’t look up from what he was doing.

“Oh” I fake laughed, how embarrassing… ”Yeah, right.” I felt my face blush slightly but was thankful he was concentrating on rolling and he didn’t see it.

“I mean, I spoke to (Y/S/N) earlier and she told me that you were into me?” He questioned. “But you didn’t want to ruin our friendship. That true?” My eyes instantly widened. “I mean I always thought we had something between us, but I didn’t wanna lose you either. Y’know?” He laughed and sparked up the joint, still not connecting his eyes with mine. He actually seemed shy and I’ve never seen him like this.

I sat on the wall speechless, why would (Y/S/N) tell K this? For one, I never said that to her and two, he just told me he’s into me?! What the fuck?!

“Can I just see something, real quick?” He asked.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” K pulled me up off of the wall and set his joint down.

We were now standing in front of each other. He was towering over me with his arms around me, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with mine so I just put them on his waist. I felt warm and safe. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all night. He leaned down to kiss me… “What are you doing?” I asked and jolted my head back.

“Shh.” He put his index finger over my mouth, then moved it and rested his hand on my cheek. He just held me like this for a few seconds. His eyes dancing all over my face like he had done earlier and like he’d been doing all night. He then focused on my mouth, biting his own lip first for the second time tonight. Before I knew it, his lips had crashed against mine. I put my hands on his chest, my brain was telling me to push him away, but my heart was telling me to pull him in closer. It actually felt right. I had this rush of excitement throughout my body and my legs became weak at his touch. We continued kissing for a few minutes longer, his jacket fell from my shoulders which startled him to break away. He had smudged my lipstick so he gently wiped it away with his thumb. Still holding my face, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled.

Nerd Sanvers...Kind of

So I’ll admit, I didn’t feel like doing a bunch of science-y research for this prompt…lol. Instead I decided to take it in a *slightly* different direction. 
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There is no way Alex is going out in public like this.

No.


Way.

She stares in the mirror and tugs at her clothes again. Nope. Not happening.

Maggie knocks gently on the bathroom door, “Almost ready, babe?”

“How—exactly—did I end up in…this?”

It’s futile on her part, but she has to try. She knows Maggie is grinning on the other side of the door. She even knows the answer, but Maggie says it anyway—and her voice drips like honey, “You made me beg, Al.”

Alex sighs, but a smile creeps across her face anyway, because god…god…was Maggie good at begging.

The first time it came up was last weekend, and Alex thinks she’s joking. They’re sitting at the table one morning, coffee in hand. Alex is reading the newspaper and Maggie leans over and points to the corner of the page, “We gotta go to that!”

Alex looks at it and she laughs…but she quickly realizes she’s laughing alone. She looks up at Maggie and Maggie’s looking back at her, eyebrows raised—distinctly not laughing, although not entirely offended. Alex tilts her head, she squints. “You’re kidding, right?”

Maggie shrugs, nonchalant, “I think it sounds like fun.”

Alex stares at this woman…this woman she knows so well, but apparently…not as well as she thought. She looks back at the ad in the paper, making sure she’s hearing this right. She looks back at Maggie. She’s stunned, she has to be kidding, right? “You…” she stares her down a little, “You want to go to…this?”

Maggie shrugs, “I am a woman of mystery, Danvers. You didn’t think you knew all my secrets, now did you?”

Alex still can’t…she can’t wrap her mind around it. There’s no way her fiancée is this big of a…well, of a nerd, quite frankly. “No way.”

“Come on, Al…” Maggie teases. She puts her coffee down, “You’d look…” she rakes her eyes over Alex’s body, imagining it, “…hot.”

Alex normally appreciates the compliment, but she can’t believe they’re even discussing this. “Over my dead body.”

Now Maggie’s eyes glitter, mischief flashes across her face, in her grin. Her hand under the table slides up Alex’s thigh, “I could…try to change your mind…”

Alex inhales sharply, closes her eyes as Maggie’s hand goes further up, up…goddamn it.

She opens her eyes when Maggie is suddenly at her neck. She breathes hot, traces her tongue down her throat, “It could be fun, Ally…” Alex shudders.

Her body is willing to give in already, but her brain has a little more fight. “Not in a million years,” But it’s almost a whisper, there’s no authority behind it.

She knows she’s gonna have to pull out all the stops to get Alex to go, and she decides to make Alex suffer just a little in the process. She puts her mouth close, so close, to Alex’s that their lips just barely brush. Alex parts her lips in anticipation, and then Maggie turns her head and pulls away. Alex whines.

Maggie smirks, sits back in her chair, picks up her coffee, and takes a sip like it’s the most normal thing in the world. She winks, “We’ll see about that…”

That’s the moment Alex knows she’s doomed.

The next time Maggie brings it up, it’s days later, and they’re walking home from dinner. They’re standing on a street corner, waiting for the light to change, and a flyer is hanging on the telephone pole next to them. Alex notices it, but Maggie hasn’t said anything since that first morning. She turns her back on the telephone pole, tries to stand in front of it. She’s still praying, praying, Maggie will let it go. It’s only two days away.

They cross the street to Alex’s apartment with no mention of it, and Alex thinks she’s off the hook. Once inside, Alex is shrugging off her jacket when Maggie’s hands slide around her waist, pull her backwards into her. She melts into the touch and pulls her closer, tighter, while Maggie kisses and nips at the back of her neck.

Maggie pulls away and Alex spins around to face her, but by the time she does, Maggie’s got her hands behind her back, unfolding a piece of paper she pulled from her back pocket.

Alex wants to kiss her, do more to her, right now, but she asks, “What are you doing there, Mags?”

Maggie grins. But Alex knows that grin—and it’s not a happy grin, or a giddy grin—it’s trouble. And Alex knows she’s about to be on the receiving end of whatever mischief Maggie is going to unleash.

Maggie whips a flyer in front of her chest—just like the one Alex saw on the telephone pole—and displays it for Alex with the proudest grin on her face.

Alex sighs, covers her face with her hand, laughing “Oh my god, Maggie. No.”

Maggie gives her a pout. Kara would be impressed, Alex thinks, it’s almost as good as hers. Actually…

“Go with Kara! I’m sure she’s got it already marked in her calendar. Winn’s probably going too.”

Maggie gets close now, almost touching. She looks up at Alex, whines, “It won’t be as much fun…” She eyes her slowly, plotting, “What if I…beg?”

Alex’s heart skips a beat, her stomach flips. She bites her bottom lip, “Mmm…still no?”

Maggie lets the flyer fall to the ground and pulls Alex to her body tight with both hands, “What if you beg?”

Alex can hardly breathe, she can hardly keep her hands, her body, her mouth, still right now. But she thinks on the potential humiliation that awaits her and somehow, somehow, her brain overrides her heart, her body, and she whispers, “I…wouldn’t.”

Maggie’s eyes light up. “You wouldn’t go?” she looks Alex up and down, eyes hot, and Alex’s knees buckle a little, “Or you wouldn’t beg?”

Alex can hardly keep her brain in this conversation, all she can see is Maggie’s lips, all she can feel is Maggie’s body against hers, “I…I don’t…know.”

Maggie puts her hands on Alex’s cheeks—like the first time Maggie kissed her, like the first time Alex kissed Maggie—and she goes in for a kiss, long…slow…and pulls back gently scraping Alex’s bottom lip with her teeth. Alex hisses.

“Let’s make a deal, Al,”

Alex closes her eyes, but just barely, barely nods.

Maggie grins, “You make it all night without saying my name—not once, Danvers—and I will give up this fight once and for all.”

Alex’s mind is at war with itself, she’s compiling a list of all the things she can call her in bed without actually using her name. She’s also trying to figure out how she’s going to remember any of it because the way Maggie looks right now, god, god…she can’t even focus. But she’s a special agent, dammit. And maybe…just maybe…if she get’s the drop on Maggie and makes her beg, makes her scream, she can keep this woman’s name off her lips for just one night.

Maggie continues, “But…” she presses her forehead against Alex’s, “if you lose…we’re going.”

The devious littlegod, if she didn’t love her so much, this would be so much easier… Alex squints, she manages a sigh, she manages to find her voice, “Deal.” Alex pulls back just enough to take in Maggie’s face right now, “Now shut up and take off your clothes.”

Alex grabs her arms and kisses her hard, kisses her a little rough, even. Maggie pulls back and Alex freezes, just momentarily, to make sure they’re still ok. But Maggie is catching her breath, impressed—and turned on—by Alex’s control in that moment. She whispers low, “Yes, ma’am.” She flings her shirt over her head in one swift motion, and Alex copies her. They back up, kissing, leaving a trail of each other’s clothes all the way up to the bed.

Alex lasted about 20 minutes. Honestly, they were both impressed.

But now it’s Saturday. Now she’s standing in the bathroom in pink, hi-waisted, short shorts and a red, collared, short-sleeve button down that shows a little more cleavage than she’s used to. She’s standing there tying a red scarf around her neck. She…well, she actually looks pretty hot. She can admit that to herself.

She opens the door slowly and Maggie is waiting, grinning right outside the door. She’s dressed in all black: skin tight leather pants, a tight off-the-shoulder shirt and heels. Damn, Alex thinks.


Then Maggie tosses a pink satin jacket at her and Alex rolls her eyes, “I had to be Rizzo? I couldn’t just be John Travolta?”

Maggie pulls her close, puts her hands on her lower back, and Alex puts her own arms around her shoulders. Maggie looks her up and down, not cocky this time, just…in awe, “You look amazing, Alex.” She kisses her and adds, “Plus…a t-shirt, black jeans, and a leather jacket? That’s like…every day for us.”


Alex can’t help it, she laughs. She loosens up a little, “You do make one hot Sandy.”

Maggie kisses her a little harder this time. She pulls back slow, eyes glittering, “Tell me about it…stud.”

Alex rolls her eyes and covers her face with her hands, giggling, “How long have you been waiting to use that? You are such a nerd!”

Maggie laughs and nudges Alex, “Takes one to know one.”

Alex kisses her cheek and shakes her head.

Just then their door swings wide open. Kara strides in in a white button down and yellow poodle skirt, white socks and saddle shoes, curls bouncing, grinning—looking all the part of Sandy in Summer Lovin’. Winn and James follow behind her, both in white tees and black leather jackets, dark jeans and leather boots, Winn’s hair greased back.

Kara sees Maggie first and runs right into her arms, hugs her tight, “Maggie! You look amazing! Where’s—” then she spots Alex, who’s trying to cover her stomach with her arms, looking embarrassed, “Alex!”

Kara wraps her sister up in a hug too, spinning her slightly. Alex can’t help but laugh, and Kara pulls back, keeping one of Alex’s hands and spins her around her finger, showing her off. With an eyeroll, Alex obliges. Kara’s smile is genuine, “You look gorgeous.”

Winn claps his hands together, “So! Let’s get to this Grease sing-a-long! Don’t wanna miss the theme song!”

Maggie turns her attention to Winn and James, “Wait—which one of you is Danny and which one is Kenickie?”

James and Winn stare at each other, stutter, “Uh…well…”

“I mean you…you could be…”

“Or I…? I don’t…I’m not…sure…?”

Alex puts her arm through Winn’s, “I always thought you were more Eugene…” He scoffs, offended, but she smiles, “…but you actually make a pretty great T-Bird.”


He grins, bashful, and she smoothes his hair before she walks toward James and punches him lightly in the arm, “You look good too, James.”

“Thanks, Alex. Right back at ya.”

Alex flips her Pink Ladies jacket over her shoulder and sticks out her hip, and Maggie grabs Kara’s arm next to her as she catches her breath.

Alex squints, stares Maggie down, “You know, I would’ve made a good T-Bird too…instead of this…this ridiculous outfit.”

Maggie grabs her waist and pulls her close, “Oh, this is so much better.” She kisses her to a chorus of awww from the others, pulls back, “Besides…I always thought Rizzo had a thing for Sandy…” she says with a wink.

Alex glances up at the ceiling, grinning, “Well this one certainly does.”

James and Winn back up to the door and open it wide, Kara feigns embarrassment, but she’s grinning as she says, “Come on! Stop scarring me for life and let’s go!”

As they get to the door, Winn remembers, “You know there’s another one of these next week, but for Sound of Music…”

Alex stops dead in her tracks and Maggie and Kara turn to her with matching wicked grins. She shakes her head, “Hell no.”

Maggie grabs her hands and pulls her forward, back to walking down the hall and steals a quick kiss, whispers deviously, “What if…I begged?”

If That’s Love (Jefferson x Reader)

Modern

Summary: You meet Jefferson. 

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You and one of your closest friends, Eliza, are walking down the busy New York streets, as you basically become her counselor.

“But, I love him so much, (Y/N),” she protests.

You roll your eyes. “I know, but he cheated on you for two fucking years. You deserve better than that.”

“But-”

“No, ‘but’s. You need to drop him from your life. He’s not worth this kind of pain.”

“Maybe you’d understand if you were in love,” she mumbles.

You scoff. “I don’t have time to bother myself with such superficial matters.”

She laughs. “You sound exactly like Thomas Jefferson.”

You gasp and put a hand over your heart in mock offense. “I can’t believe you would compare me to such an arrogant-oof!” You run into what you assume is a wall. That is until it makes a sound. You look up slowly. “Fuck,” you mutter, as you see who you’ve run into.

Thomas just a smile. “You should never be compared to such a person. If you don’t mind my asking, who was Ms.Schuyler comparing you to.”

You pray that you aren’t blushing as much as you feel like you are. “Actually, she was comparing me to you.” Out of all the people you could have run into or all the times you could have run into, it had to be Thomas, it had to be now.

He looks shocked. “I doubt you would have that opinion if you actually knew me, instead of relying on what Hamilton has said.”

You just stare at him, certain that your blush has grown.

“Let me take you to dinner tomorrow, miss…”

“(Y/N),” you offer.

“Well then, Miss (Y/N), would you be willing to let me take you to dinner?”

You just nod. He pulls a pen out of his magenta jacket and asks you write your number down. As soon as he leaves, you turn back to Eliza, who looks incredibly smug.

“What?” you ask cautiously.

“You and Jefferson?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Relax, it’s nothing.”

“You, Jefferson, dinner? You know that no woman can resist him.”

“You seem to be doing a good job 'resisting him’.”

“You’ve heard how Alex talks about him.”

“You should still leave him,” you mutter in an attempt to change the subject.

She gives up the topic of your date with Thomas and spends the rest of the walk to your apartment building telling you some bullshit about love. You continue to tell her that he doesn’t love her if he’s willing to cheat.

She walks you to your door before saying, “I’m sure you’ll learn all about love tomorrow night.”

You slam the door and yell, “I don’t have a thing for him! I’m just going for the free food!”

Even if you told Eliza that you didn’t have a thing for Thomas, you couldn’t help but smile when you saw that he had texted you. He told you that he would pick you up and to dress nicely. Since this was coming from a man who cared more about fashion than anyone you had met, you took that to mean a nice dress and heels, considering he was almost a full foot taller than you.

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Work the next day really takes its toll on you. You are working as a barista until you can find something to do with your psychology degree. When you get back to your apartment, you only have a few hours to get ready. You sigh and change into a black dress that reaches your mid-thigh with a pair of black heels and a red leather jacket, which is the same color as your lips. You are putting the finishing touches to your eyeshadow when you hear someone knock on the door. You quickly open the door and are greeted with a casually (for him) dressed Thomas. You both just stare at each other. It was strange to see him in jeans, and although you would never tell Eliza, they were doing wonders for him.

He finally composes himself. “Shall we?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. He leads you to his car and opens the door for you before getting into the driver’s side. Throughout the ride to the restaurant the two of you don’t stop talking. He’s much more charming than Alexander described him. You finally get back to your apartment, and he, being a gentleman, walks you to your door. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You smile. “Very much.”

“Then, would you mind if we did this again next week?”

“I would love that.”

The two of you stare at each other in silence.

He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. “I should probably get going.”

You nod. “Oh, yeah.”

Neither of you makes any effort to move.

“Before I go, though,” he starts. “May- may I kiss you?”

Instead of verbally answering, you rise up to kiss him. He wraps an arm around your waist, while you wrap yours around his neck, deepening the kiss. When you finally pull away, you stare into each other’s eyes.

The two of you eventually tear away from each other. Once you get into your apartment, you pull out your phone and text Eliza.

I think I’m starting to understand all that love talk

Things I Associate with hogwarts houses

Slytherin:

Black coffee, sharp knives, knee high socks, rain drops on windows, freshly cut flowers, mountain forests, dark lipstick, broken mirrors, leather jackets, new high heels, long nails, Crystal chandeliers, sharp eyeliner, high ponytails, clean rooms, red wine, dark chocolate, tight fitting sweaters, skinny jeans, cold showers, mint gum, reaching for things on high sleeves, white ink tattoos, swimming in lakes, pencil skirts, almost constant swearing, cold nights, 1% phone battery.

Library Time - Revamped

Author: MelBelle45

Author Notes: Revamped to make it better. I also included my very first aesthetic. This fic is based off of the two Jensen pics. Beta’d by the ever lovely @avasmommy224

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: Smut (oral: both; smutty, smut, smut)

Word Count: 1,879

Summary: You’ve always wanted to try out the library. With Sam not home, here’s your chance.

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“That was one hell of a wedding,” you said, throwing your black clutch purse on the bed before undoing your strand of pearls. You toed off your red heels by the door to the room you shared with Dean. You inhaled the bunker scent – a bit of metal, a bit of old books, a bit of leather and dampness. A very manly smell, but a smell that was home to you and calmed you instantly.

“Literally,” you heard Dean in the kitchen and headed that way. “It’s not every day Crowley gets married…and we were invited.” You rounded the corner to find him, tux jacket still on, tie loosened just enough to unbutton the top two buttons of the crisp, white shirt. He had a small glass tumbler in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other.

“Champagne not enough for you?” you smirked, leaning on the island in front of him. You noticed his eyes rested on the ample cleavage you bore with your position. Your black dress was low cut, but leaning on the island simply made his view even better. There was a burning in those green eyes that always put that familiar wanting in your stomach. He glanced away only to pour the amber liquid into the glass, the smell of aged alcohol filling the air around you.

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Not So Innocent Fun

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: Can I request a one shot where Dean and the reader kind of wanna have a threesome, so they both go to a bar and pick some random girl and take her home and they have sex (doesn’t have to be detailed) and later on the reader finds out that Dean went to see the girl again? 

Pairing: Dean x reader (x OC)

Word Count: 1,100ish

Warnings: implied smut

A/N: Bad Dean Winchester, very bad…


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