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Sass Don't Get You Anywhere,Mister. (Shield Foursome)

Imagine: You and The Shield are fuck buddies and you usually bottom but one day, Dean gets sassy (usually he runs the show) so you say that he needs to be a bottom for a day just for punishment. So, you top with the help of Roman and Seth.

“See, I told you guys she was going to bitch at us.” Dean grumbled at he ran a hand through his curls. You glared at him then snapped,“I’m not fucking bitching,I’m chewing your asses out for losing to those newbies.” Roman shot a glance to Seth who then transferred the look to Dean but you were too busy with your rant to notice what the Hounds were up to.

A hand wrapped itself through your hair before tugging, causing you to yelp and go silent, as Dean warned,“Listen, kitten, we don’t need your ass lecturing us on what we did wrong. If you hadn’t shook your ass at Tyler, we wouldn’t have lost. But since you wanted to act like a little slut, you’re gonna get treated like one.”

Your mouth went dry and you gulped in hopes to wet your mouth, only to see the looks in the boys’ faces. They weren’t fucking around today. Your (e/c) eyes blinked up at Dean in false innocence then you whimpered, “Can we take this back to the hotel, please, Sir?”

He chuckled at your pet name then nodded, releasing his grip on your hair. You all sat in silence as Roman drove you to the hotel before you hurried in the suite, knowing the consequences if you weren’t undressed by the time the boys arrived in the bedroom.

“You look very sexy tonight, Princess. Were you looking for a punishment, huh? Is that why you stated mouthing off to Dean?” Seth asked, his gloves still on his hands. Dean entered behind him with Roman following, but you never answered the two toned man’s question.

“Answer him, baby girl, before your night goes from bad to worse.” Roman warned, his deep voice playing as a soft caress against your skin. You nodded eagerly then replied, “Yes, Sir, I wanted to get punished tonight.” Dean let out a chuckle as he approached you then spat, “Whore. You just love the way we treat you. Our own little sex toy.”

Your temper flared and before you could stop, your hand smacked a print against his cheek. His head whipped to the side and he gave a wicked chuckle then asked, “You like that, kitten? Huh? You like smacking me around in front of my brothers? Does it makes you wet?”

You left your eyes fall to the ground because you knew it was true but didn’t want to admit it. Dean’s mouth always got him in trouble but it was sometimes a blessing in the bedroom. Roman murmured something to Seth and you felt the bed shift which signaled that Dean had gotten off and you felt ashamed at your kink.

“Kitten?” Dean’s voice broke your silence and you raised your head slightly to see The Shield naked and oh so turned on. Your mouth watered at the sight but it quickly stopped when The Lunatic Fringe continued speaking, “It’s okay if it gets you off, darling. I’ve talked to the boys. Do you want to be in charge of…”

His voice died off but with a jab to the ribs thanks to Seth, he finished his sentence, “Do you want to be in charge of me for a night?” Your eyes widened and you shot a glance to Roman and Seth who nodded in encouragement then you stated, “I would love to make you my personal sex bitch for a night, Dean.”

“Woah, hang on. There’s still rules though. You may be in charge of Dean here for a night. But that don’t mean you’re charge of Rome and I.” Seth informed you. You grinned then stated, “It’s a deal.”

You motioned for Dean to lay on the bed as you dug through your suitcase in search of handcuffs and a blindfold. Once you got the items, you cuffed him to the bedframe and tied the fold over his eyes, causing you to smirk at the sight.

“God, you’re gorgeous, baby boy. Just… Fuckin’ gorgeous, ya know that?” you cooed, pulling off your panties.

“Ain’t no way in hell I’m more gorgeous than you are, kitten.” he protested but shut up as you smacked him again.

“Shut it, Ambrose. I didn’t ask for your mouth and flattery won’t get you anywhere in this situation.” you warned. You glanced down at the baby blue lace that you had balled up in your hand then grinned and said,“In fact,I’ve got a great idea to keep that pretty mouth busy.” You waved the panties over his nose and nearly melted as he sighed with relief and bucked against his restraints.

“You wanna taste me,Dean? I’m fucking soaked for your hard cock.” you cooed in his ear. He snapped his teeth in your direction, causing you to laugh and throw your panties back towards Seth and Roman.

“Here, big boy. I’ll give you a taste. But only, if Seth gets a taste of your cock.” Dean groaned at the stipulation then nodded and stated,“Deal, Mistress, please, I just want a taste of your sweet cunt.” You smacked him again then warned, “Watch your filthy mouth, Dean,or you won’t get anything tonight. The only thing you’ll see is Roman and Seth fucking me senseless.”

Seth gripped your hair then warned, “You slap him again and your ass will be redder than rubies by the time we’re done with you.”

“Yes,Sir.” He released you then patted your ass and stated, “Get up there and let Deanie have a taste of you.” You crawled up the Cincinnati man’s body, laving him in kisses and love bites, before Seth nodded at you, signaling in was time for you to sit on Dean’s face.

You sat down just as Seth enveloped Dean’s dick with his mouth, causing you all three to groan. Dean’s tongue immediately went seeking for the source of your sweetness and his scruff roughed cheeks heightened the experience as you grinded down his face like a bitch in heat. Roman stood from his chair then walked over to your little circle, watching with you three with burning eyes.

“Get over here.” you ordered, motioning him forward. He frowned at your demand then declared, “I don’t take orders from little girls who’s sitting on my best friend’s face. “

“Please, Sir!” you cried out, rocking your hips against Dean’s clever mouth. He chuckled and crawled onto the bed where he met your lips with a teeth crashing kiss. It was very sloppy but so very primal and Dean let out a groan of warning. He was going to come. You pulled away from Roman then barked, “You don’t come until you have my permission, Dean.”

“Please, Mistress! I’ll be a good boy, I promise.“he whimpered as Seth pulled away from his cock.

“No!” you barked. He groaned with denial and you jumped slightly at the feeling as someone shoved a finger inside you,causing you to cry out.

“That’s a good girl. You’re so wet, Princess. Who got you this wet?” Seth asked in your ear, his fingers moving cleverly over your slit.

“Dean did. Oh God, so did you and Roman. All three of you did. Please let me come,Sir!” He chuckled and suddenly, another mouth joined in down at your cunt and teeth skimmed your clit, causing you to scream with delight.

“Come now.” Roman ordered, watching as your hips bucked for release.

“No! She doesn’t get to come!” Dean cried out, pulling away with your cream across his lips. You fisted his hair and forced him against you as you snapped, “You don’t get a say in this. Make me come and I’ll make sure that Seth will suck your cock enough to make you come for me.” He eagerly returned to eating you out,suckling on your nub as his scruff roughened cheeks shredded against your inner thighs and it delivered a delicious burn that had sent you over the edge.

You yelped as Seth drug you away from the pleasure but moaned as he forced his dick inside you, burying it to the hilt.

“So gorgeous, my Princess. Such a pretty pussy, all for my brothers and I. Can you handle a second cock, Princess?” He gave a short laugh, not giving you the chance to answer because he was already shooting into his next sentence,“ ‘Course you can take a second dick, you’re a whore that begs for three on a daily basis. Poor Ambrose. He can also sit back and watch. How cruel of you,Sweetheart.”

“The bastard deserves it.” you snarled only to scream in slight pain as Roman’s big hand cracked across your bottom.

“Don’t make me gag you with Dean’s cock, baby girl. Just remember, you may be in control of him but we can always punish you for what you’re doing to him.” Roman reminded you, soothing a hand down your back.

“I’m sorry,Sir. But Dean has always denied me orgasms so its only fair-”

“Its only fair if it does done between just you two. Otherwise,there will be no punishment for Dean served by you unless we give you permission.” Roman declared, glancing over at his best friend who stared fervently at the area where Seth and you was joined.

“Please.” Dean whispered,tugging in his restraints. You glanced up at him just as Seth twisted his hips and shoved his cock deeper, causing you to scream out Seth’s name with a broken voice.

“What do you want, Dean? Tell your Mistress what you want.” you panted, gripping Seth’s shoulder, causing him to hiss and bit your’s in return.

“Let me join you. Uncuff me, darling, please, let me take that sweet ass of yours.” he begged, blue eyes wide with hope and desire.

“Then where does that leave Roman? Hmm, Deanie? Are you going to let Roman take your precious ass, baby boy?” Roman grabbed you by your hips and pulled you off of Seth’s dick before shoving three thick fingers inside of you.

“Yes,Mistress,anything you want. Please,anything you want.” he insisted, eyes glued to Roman’s pumping fingers. You gave a small laugh then glanced over at Roman who nodded in approval. You slid off his fingers and whimpered in denial before sinking down on Seth’s cock, who groaned in reply.

“Goddamn,Princess, give a man some warning before you do that. He’ll have a heart attack if you don’t warn him about that tight pussy.” Seth cursed, gripping your hips. You let out a small chuckle then realized that you forgot to uncuff Dean. You turned to Roman then ordered,“Uncuff him.“

Thankfully, Roman listened to you without a protest or punishment, which you were slightly upset about it. You loved when Roman spanked you. But when Seth did it.. Whew, you could get off on just that. In fact, you’ve done it before.

Seth slipped his cock from your heat then allowed Dean to sink right in,causing you to moan and push backwards and he groaned in return. The familiar click of a bottle of lube being opened filled the empty space and suddenly, Dean tensed and you knew why. He was never very good with someone taking him from behind, given his past.

You pulled away from Dean then reached for the bottle, kissing Roman in process, before you whispered to the ginger,"Relax,baby boy, I’ll start you out. But Roman will take you and this exquisite ass of yours.” He whimpered and mumbled, “Understood, Mistress.”

Instead of using the lube, you did a last minute decision and used your wetness for lubrication. You whined at the empty feeling before sneaking a finger into his tight hole, causing him to groan and push back into your hand, silently asking for more.

You pushed in another finger then yanked them back after pumping a bit and stated,“Time for Roman to take over, baby.”

Seth pulled you back to him then shoved you onto his cock and hissed, “You think that shit is funny, Princess? News flash, it’ll get your ass spanked cherry red. But right now, I’ll settle for fucking you senseless.”

He thrusted forward,pushing you back onto Dean’s dick, then the ginger wrapped a hand around your throat as he pushed inside and growled,“ You’re going to regret this in the morning,doll face.”

“W-worth it.” you choked on, digging into Seth’s abs as you grinded downwards. The boys shared a laugh then Dean froze against you, which was a dead given away that Roman had joined you.

"Are you lubed up?” you panted, turning your head the best you could. Roman’s silver eyes swung to you and nodded before he pushed unto Dean, who in turn,rocked you further down onto Seth. You reached behind you and grabbed onto Dean’s hip before you whispered,“Trust him, baby boy. You’re safe.”

“Are you sure?” he whimpered. You nodded as best you could then pressed against his hand and encouraged,”Let Rome do his job,baby boy,and you won’t regret it. Please? It’ll make us all feel good,Sir. P-plea-” Your voice broke away as Dean gave in to what you wanted, causing you to scream out,”God yes, please,more!” The three begun a rhythm that only the Shield could keep going without fucking it up,causing you to tumble into your second orgasm of the night. 

“C’mon,Princess,you know that sweet little pussy ain’t done just yet.”Seth declared, tugging you back for more. You cried out for more which is exactly what they gave you. Seth came right after your third time before Roman let out a roar,signaling that he came as well. Which meant that there was only one more person to come. 

“I can’t.” Dean stuttered out, releasing his hold on your throat as Seth and Roman rolled away from your group. You slipped off his cock and met his eyes as you sunk right back down to the hilt. He groaned and arched his back before you demanded,”Look me in the eyes,Dean, and don’t look away. I’m going to make you come.”

“Promise?” he stuttered,gripping your hands as he pushed you harder against his pelvix. Your lips twitched with a small smile then replied,”Anything you want,baby boy, I trust you.” He thrusted into you with a growl then his beautiful mouth started running,”Fuck,kitten,you look gorgeous riding my cock. Mouth wide,practically begging for one of my brothers to choke you with their dick. Looks like a fucking goddess on me.” 

“Gimme more,Dean,I can take it, I know I can. So give it to your slut.” you encouraged, grinding down harder against his cock and thighs. He gave a quick chuckle then snarled,”That’s not who you have right now, so call me by the right name and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your name while you scream mine.”

You cried out as you came again, with his name on the tail end,”Mox,God yes, Mox, please!” He chuckled and through the ringing in my ears,I could hear Seth say an old warning to his partner in crime and sex,”Go easy on her,Mox. We don’t want her running away screaming.” 

Another laugh bubbled out of Dean’s mouth then he replied,”She’ll be screamin’ a’right,but I know for damn sure she won’t be runnin’ away. She’ll be runnin’ back to our cocks.” His old demeanor begun slipping through the cracks that the Lunatic Fringe had sealed long ago with no intentions of opening it back up. But apparently, you roughing him up had brought Jon Moxley out to play. 

“One more,Mox, one more please. You gotta come with me,please,you gotta.” you sobbed, twisting down for more. He gave the cockiest smirk ever known to man then said,”Ya got it,doll. Come one more time, come for yer Mox,whore, and I’ll be right behind you.” He stayed true to his word because the moment that you started to come for the whatever many number that you were on, he was right behind you,cursing so loud with vulgar statements thrown in the mix. 

You fell onto of his chest and he gently pushed you off his cock, earning a tired moan from your mouth before Seth and Roman joined your cuddle after sex time then you begun to his giner looking curls and murmured,”Thanks for letting me make you my sex bitch,Dean.” He hummed in response as he curled into you then mumbled back,”Anytime,cutie. Any-fucking-time.” The boys shared a laugh then you said softly,”Oh and Dean?” 


Sass don’t get you nowhere,mister.” They shared a laugh again then Roman stated in his bass tone,”Shit, if that’s nowhere then I will gladly give you sass.” 

Best Witch Trio

We should discuss this because yes, while Akko’s group has Sucy (let’s face it, half the show is Sucy)…

And Diana’s posse has Diana…

…in fact, it’s just Diana (the other two are just fillers, not that hard to replace)…

Neither comes as close to entertaining as Amanda’s gang.

First, bravo Announcer-chan whom I still don’t know the name of.


I’m too impressed and amused to be annoyed, lol.

Also, I want one! 8D

Next, Jasminka.

Let me just say that I LOVE HER!!

And she’s got such a pretty name.

When I get a cat, I’m gonna name her Jasminka. :3

And I agree. Sidesaddling a broom while eating potato chips and making it look effortless?

What magnificent technique!

Why isn’t there a point system to award these kinds of things? *wrings hands* URGH!

I feel this on a spiritual level.

Finally, Amanda.

This girl always had my attention since they introduced her in the second film.

Isn’t it a little uncanny how she slightly looks like a tomboy version of Chariot? Did this occur to anyone else?

She’s free-spirited, spunky, and so full of personality. She’s the only person to surpass Diana in riding a broom.

In the next world over, she’d be the MC.

We should demand a spin-off for her.

Gutsy, too.

Like playing with the jaws of death for the heck of it-type gutsy.

Meanwhile, I feel bad for that poor guy back at the store. I hope didn’t get chewed out too bad for losing that broom. ^^;

In a lot of ways, I felt Shooting Star should have gone to Amanda instead of Akko.

For one thing, Amanda actually wanted it badly enough to steal it (don’t do this at home, kids).

For another, like she said, they are of similar natures. Shooting Star won’t just let any witch ride it and Amanda isn’t a person who would listen or abide by others. So they’re perfect for each other.

And anyway, it’s not like giving Akko the broom will improve her magical capability anyway. Just like how it was never Akko’s power that saved the day but rather the magic housed within the Shiny Rod that did.

This gives me an irksome feeling that for the most part, Akko will cheat her way through witch school which does not sit well with me at all. >:\

But I’m getting side-tracked.

Oh, I believe you but I wouldn’t call that thing any old broom.

It looks more like an elongated anchor with feathers if you ask me. >.>;;

And it goes just as well as you’d expected it would.

Gotta love watching her fly, though. It makes me wonder how the race would’ve turned out if there weren’t any sabotaging involved, everyone flew on standard brooms and multiple people weren’t fighting to claim the overly sentient one. I imagine it would’ve been a close call between Amanda and Diana.

And here I foresee these two getting into a squabble in the future over who Shooting Star really belongs to only for the broom to knock the both of them onto their asses and just go with whoever it favors depending on its mood.

C’mon, give me something interesting instead of having everything conveniently go to the MC! xP

Haaah, such a shame they are only minor supporting roles since they are sooo much more fun to watch. But I suppose they’re more interesting because they are minor characters.

Ah well. If we’re getting an episode or two to focus on that parade (if they’re going to put it into this canon, anyway), they’ll be getting more screentime so let’s hope for the best.

Ooo, I would also love an episode that tells how these three oddballs became friends as well. They certainly do stick out from the other students.

protective // newt scamander

Originally posted by moriarteamisreal

request: Could you do one where the reader always is super protective of Newt and like jumps in front of curses meant for him and he always gets sorta like annoyed/angry/worried? (by anon)

a/n: heheheheheheh - also there’s a imagine kind of similar to this one HERE if any of yall are interested :-D

You had always been protective over Newt.

For the past eight years of travelling together, Newt wasn’t extremely bothered when you had your wand out at the first sight of danger, since the magical creatures weren’t much of a threat. 

To him, at least.

But when the Obscurus broke loose in New York, Newt really began to worry. He knew that you tended to bite off more than you could chew, and he just couldn’t lose you.

The subway was eerily silent as you and Newt collapsed on the tracks, coughing and heaving. (a/n: shiT I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED KFJBKEWBGBWIE)

Newt poked his head up from the tracks, wincing slightly as a blindingly bright spell missed his head by mere inches. You tugged on his coat harshly, glaring at Newt.

(a/n: ok tweaking it because my memory needs help)

“Come on out, you two. There’s no use hiding like a bunch of cowards.”

You shot Newt a meaningful look, silently mouthing three.



Springing up from the tracks, spells began to whiz through the half-destroyed subway station, your heart thudding wildly. Graves wasn’t having much trouble defending himself against you and Newt - in fact, you were having trouble dodging spells, as was Newt.

Newt’s eyes met yours, and during that split second, you saw a spell leave the tip of Graves’ wand, heading straight for Newt. Eyes widening, you sprung forward, so many thoughts in your head that everything was incomprehensible.


You slammed right into Newt, pushing him to the floor forcefully, but just as you did that, blinding white light overcame your vision, making you squint and struggle to keep your eyes open.

Then, all went black.

Newt was furious.

Furious as Grindelwald, furious at the mess he himself had created, furious at you.

He felt awful.

Wasn’t he supposed to be the one protecting you?

(a/n: gender roles smh)

You weren’t supposed to be laying in some magical American hospital, pale and feeble and lifeless.

Newt hadn’t left your side since that night in the subway. You had been unconscious for two weeks.

Two weeks.

For two weeks, Newt had to watch you, the love of his life, be poked and prodded and have potions shoved down your throat and it was all because of him.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

You picked at your fingers silently, not daring to meet Newt’s angry stare. His warm, calloused hands cupped your face, gently making you face him. 

“I’m not sorry for what I did,” you whispered, eyes looking anywhere but into Newt’s. “I just wanted to protect you.”

Newt kissed you gently before pulling away, your faces less than an inch apart.

“I know, love. I know.”




A Hundred Times Yes

This is my first ever attempt at fanfiction I hope it’s alright :) 

A Tentoo x Rose pairing. 

“We could have that, you know, if you want.“ The Doctor said to Rose as they sat atop a picnic table in a London Park. It didn’t seem like anything special to The Doctor. He’d seen empires fall and rise, the Medusa Cascade, pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party and visited planets of every possibility. But nothing was more wonderful to him than spending time with Rose.

"Have what?”

Rose picked at another chip and offered the newspaper parcel to The Doctor. Behind them the sky was beginning to darken but for a Timelord this new body had very little concept of time keeping. The Doctor and Rose didn’t have jobs to keep their life in routine, not really. Freelancers was a title he occasionally used. The two of them and Jake and Pete. Saving the world in a van.

“A family.”

The Doctor nodded towards Jackie and Pete as they swung Tony between them at the bottom of the hill. Rose almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The words split the air. Words neither of them had dared to mention in the year they’d been together. The breath swirled in Rose’s throat, trapping the words.

“I mean only if you want. And maybe not for a few years. I mean we still have a whole world to explore. And the TARDIS is still growing. But I just thought that I should say, if you wanted children. We can do that.”

Rose nodded, pressing a hand to her forehead to stop her vision from spinning. The Doctor chewed at a piece of lose skin on his thumb. He couldn’t decide whether talking was making it better or worse. Jackie was always using the phrase “when you’re in a hole, stop digging.

Against his better judgement he ploughed on.

"See there’s one thing that I - well I suppose technically him - he never told you.” The Doctor paused and sniffed, tugging at his ear.

“What?” Was the only sound Rose managed. She clung to his every word. She always had done. But in this moment possibly more than ever. She reached out and held the sleeve of his coat, scrunching the corded material into her palm.

“You and him could have travelled the stars. But you’d have never had a family. Time Lord DNA and human DNA doesn’t bind. It isn’t compatible. Too many chromosomes and-”

“Don’t get science-y with me.” Rose muttered. The chips in her hands were cold and autumnal winds fluttered golden leaves at her feet. She didn’t care. The whole world could stand still.

“I have human DNA.” The Doctor said at last, “And that means, Rose Tyler, if you want a family we can have one. The one adventure I could never have. And now I can.”

Words didn’t form in her mouth in response. Instead Rose slid her hand from his coat onto his hand and kneaded his long fingers into her palm.

“Do you want children?” She asked.

The Doctor stared out at the park, watching Tony kick the football with Pete. He imagined doing the same with his son. A boy with dark hair and his mother’s wild eyes and daring smile. He’d dreamed that before. When they travelled together in the TARDIS across the stars. But back then that was all it had ever been. A dream. But now…

“I’ve seen the beginning of the universe, and I’ve stood at it’s end. I’ve been to planets where the sky is made of diamonds, and planets where dogs have no noses. But-” He paused, searching for the right phrase, calling upon the words he heard a lifetime ago from the Face of Boe. “But I have grown tired of this universe. When I fled the time war I travelled because I didn’t have a home to go to. And now I do. What I want is a family. With you Rose. If you like.”
His words began to falter. He couldn’t bear to look in her eyes as he talked; so scared she’d say no.

Rose’s yes was lost in her kiss as her lips found his.

“Yes. A hundred times yes.”

Pro tips for people with dogs

•If your dog has bad joints, give it a glucosamine tab every day. You can get these at pet stores or target or Walmart. But if your dog refuses to eat them (like my dog), buy some low dose (81 mg) aspirin and hide it in a piece of meat or pill pocket to ease the joint pain. Do this only once daily if you have a small dog, twice for medium or large dogs.

•If you have an older dog (or cat!) that has trouble chewing or is losing weight too quickly, add some warm water to their food, let it sit for about 8-10 minutes, fluff it up with a fork, and they should be easily able to eat their mush!

•If you have a noisy dog, get one of those kong chew toys, put some canned dog food in it (but please stay away from cheap brands, I recommend purina one) and freeze it. When you have company, this should shut you pup up for a good hour.

Need advice on pets? Ask me! I work at an animal kennel/grooming place/pet supply store and I love sharing my knowledge!


So I’m back for another one. Couldn’t help myself! WARNING: Contains slight spoilers for 3x16.

Pair: Captain Swan
Words: 1,833

Her heart still thundered in her chest; with fear, with hate. With anticipation. Her throat was tight. The air she sucked in wasn’t reaching her lungs. She stood before the open window, trying to clear her head. Trying to think. To calm down. To pull herself together.


She needed to change. 

Emma moved towards her chest of draws, retrieving a clean shirt. Jeans. Her clothes felt heavier; from mourning. Of mourning. It was the weight of mourning. Of loss. Of everything. She could feel herself getting more wound up by the second, and she was barely holding on. 

She could hear them downstairs.

They were going to face the witch.

That bitch. 

The reason why her son was now fatherless.

Emma kicked off her shoes.

The reason why the town had been cursed.

Emma pulled her top over her head. Unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. Fisted the top of her stockings.

The reason she’d had to wake up from her good dream.

She shoved them down, cursing when her balanced wavered, and she found herself stumbling to grip the dresser. Growling, she yanked them off the rest of the way, and threw them across the room. 

The reason why Henry’s life was in danger.

Oh god. Emma pressed a hand to her forehead. Amidst everything that had happened since Zelena had stormed into Granny’s, calling for war against Regina…

Henry couldn’t be in the middle of it. He couldn’t be within sniffing distance of a magical showdown. Not only did he have no idea, but it wasn’t safe for him in town. Why hadn’t she even…?

God, Emma. She chewed her lip. You’re losing it.

No, a small, rational conscience reassured. You’re grieving. There’s a difference.

But was she? Was there? She’d already lost Neal not once, but twice. And now, a third time. Shouldn’t she be used to it? She herself, had admitted to him in Neverland she’d wished he’d really been dead, so she wouldn’t have to face all the pain again.

But she had.

He’d died for good this time. He was gone, for good.

And yet she wasn’t grieving like the last time – not like that; she hadn’t lost a lover. A boyfriend. A flame.

She’d lost her son’s father.

Her mind was all over the place, but at that very moment – that clarity, afforded a window of opportunity for some resemblance of rational thought to return.

Suddenly aware of the temperature, the cold air gusting through the window chilled her body. She shuddered, and reached for her jeans, tugging them on.

She was buttoning them up when the knock sounded at her door.

Emma wasn’t sure what compelled her to respond with, “Mmm?” – when she was yet to pull her top on – but nonetheless, her visitor entered as she reached for her shirt.

She froze, staring at him – holding her shirt bunched in her hands, in front of her stomach.

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anonymous asked:

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Here is a few tips beautiful!
Drinking from the straw: this causes the cheeks to sink in or lose their fat. Definitely make use of straws!
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Ashton Imagine: Werewolf AU

Author: Rhine


He was yours, without a doubt.

It didn’t matter that he pledged himself into a pack – an unbreakable bond between those he now called his brothers and sisters – they have his word but you have his heart.

It’s not quite right to call you his mate because he wasn’t some animal that picked someone up and marked them as their own – no, you were more than that because he didn’t have to mark you to remind you that you were his, he’d never have to find you because you’d never leave and you were more than a predestined fate of an animal boy, you were the lover of a man with hazel eyes and rugged hands and you’d stay with him regardless of a mark, fate be damned.

It wasn’t a meant to be so much as it was fell into place and a future with blank pages to create was more beautiful than a storyline inked in your actions.

And if you flipped back a couple of chapters, you’d remember how it all began.

A once upon a time to a horror story to be, the wolf hiding in a fairy tale.

He’d wear his pointed teeth with pride, the same way a prince might wear his crown.

A prince with his army in the trees, a halo of dead leaves in his tousled dark blonde hair and blood staining his glinting teeth.

Who said a monster couldn’t be king?


He led them.

He wasn’t just a part of the pack, he was the head, he was the alpha; the closest thing to a king with authority in his steps and dominance in his voice.

He commanded them and he was the one who held the reigns when the betas were too unruly, roping in the omegas when they were dangerously far away.

It was him with steel in his voice and iron in his mouth – they all looked up to him with some sort of awe in their wide eyes, the big brother with the belting laugh and wide grin and the leader with the complex strategies and fearless action.

He looked out for them – they were family and they were practically his own – and there’s nothing Ashton wouldn’t do for his pack, to keep them safe from whatever tried to hunt them down.

You found it rather extraordinary, really – you saw how reckless the younger ones were with their obnoxiously loud laughter and careless confidence, their eyes flashing yellow just to play with others, the points in their teeth that appeared without a second thought in a fight.

And yet somehow – even the most unruly of them all stood up straight with a single look from Ashton’s narrowed eyes.

He could tame feral beasts with nothing but a sharp look and a growl in the back of his throat, but he could never come close to taming something as wild as you.

He’d never want to cage something quite as free as you.

Perhaps that’s why he runs by your side instead.


You’re almost used to it now, you think.

You were thrown into the world of the supernatural without so much as a minute to catch your breath – werewolves and witches and hunters and demons and the world of the supernatural was there right before your eyes, right under your nose – just a glimpse before you were lost in it all.

You didn’t have a place in it, but the moment you choose to stand by Ashton’s side was the moment you had to embrace the fall as everything you knew drifted away into something darker.

Seeing your boyfriend’s eyes turn blood red was hardly something you could get used to easily; the warning shade in his pupils paired with his too-pointed smirk enough to make you forget about the gentle touch of his fingers trailing up your arm and the warm taste of his lips.

Because then there’s something animal about the boy who curled up to you in the middle of the night; there’s something about the way his features distort into stretched lips and gaping teeth, untamed hair in an erratic disarray and something raw in his eyes.

The way he looks at you with the hunger of a frenzied animal for your pretty little neck instead of hunger for your quirked lips.

But then he nuzzles you the way he always did, breathing you in with deep inhales – you always wondered why it always seemed like he was smelling you – and you see yourself reflected in his red eyes, you see him through the blood.

And you’ve come to see that this animal was a part of him, that it was him, not some ulterior part that you could ignore.

Ashton was the wolf that lurked in his bones; the way he nipped your neck with hungry bites and howled your name back into your lips, the way his grip emulated power, breath uneven and out of control.

He might have been the alpha of his pack, but when it comes to the scent of your skin and the taste of your sweat, he’s powerless and you’re the moon he howls to, that he loses control over.

He bends to your will in the dark closet rooms, worship in between haggard breaths.

Like an obedient beta to its alpha.


He’d do anything for you.

You knew that before but you know it with a certainty now; you knew how he returned with scratches on his forearms and blood that tasted foreign on his lips.

It’s taken care of.

You knew how he would put himself in front of danger to protect his pack, to protect you – racing to the forest the moment he hears a whisper of even a single leaf hiding a secret and racing to get you out of the way, his broad body shielding you from whatever came your way.

You knew safety was a luxury in his world of supernatural – there would always be lurking evil in the shadows and unexplainable dangers that hid in the corners of the darkened world.

There would always be people – monsters and beasts and magical beings and beings that were not quite fully there – who’d seek to tear the infamous alpha to shreds, to wipe that smirk off his face and destroy the reckless pack that was hellbent on creating chaos.

And you – you who was so helpless in the eyes to these timeless wraths – you were the perfect target because if they couldn’t destroy the bronze-haired beast, they’d destroy you and wait for him to self-destruct.

You see, Ashton wasn’t the only one looking at you with hungry eyes.

What happens when you take away the mutt’s precious chew toy?

He loses the careful control that an alpha like him is known for; when he loses you he’s lost himself too.

They steal you far enough away so you can’t hear his throat ripping as he howls out your name to the wind, to his moon.

He’d destroy the world to find you somewhere in the debris before he destroyed himself when he couldn’t find your smile in the ruins and ashes.

He’s hunting for blood now.


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22) “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Why are their multiple searches for ‘sexy evil outfits’ in your google history?” Regina was trying to look up a nice lobster roll recipe for Sunday family dinner and may have snuck a peek at Emma’s internet browsing.

Emma shrugged and put her feet up on the desk as she ate the cheeseburger Regina had considerately brought her for lunch. “I’m trying to find a new look.”

Regina didn’t take her eyes off the screen, “If you wanted fashion tips you could have just asked me. I’m literally the Queen of evil sexiness.”

“I didn’t want to copy you,” Emma pouted, looking stricken. “Please, no one can pull off black and boobage like you, Regina.”

Regina remained skeptical, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

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