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Obey (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Prompt: OH GOD WEREWOLF JIMIN AU SMUTSMUTSMUT I’m trash for dominant werewolf Jimin + Can you please write a smut (werewolf! jimin and reader) where he goes into heat, and gets really horny/possessive with the reader? Thank you very much~

Genre: Smut - Werewolf!AU (In Heat)

Words: 2.1K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Everyone has a bit of sadistic nature buried deep within the confines of their most intimate desires, a dark sensation that consumes the mind, body, and soul when the time is right. For Park Jimin, that animalistic desire was something that had cursed him since the day he first turned eighteen years old, a spark reigniting with each full moon. It devoured him whole, taking complete control of his body until he could quench the nearly insatiable thirst for dominance. 

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sub!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Dirty Talk, etc. 


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things i associate with mbti types

enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars

enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth

infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes

infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field

intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses

intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

entj: dark chocolate syrup, memorizing equations, skylights, thick makeup, constellations, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, old churches, brain scans

entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse

estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs

esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day

isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice

istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream

esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass

hey kit, i have news: you have a crush af
  • “He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him. He thought, How beautiful.”
  • “Ty raised his head. Kit got a quick flash of the color of his eyes: true gray, that gray that was almost silver.”
  • “Ty smiled. It was a genuine, light-up-your-face-type smile, and it made Kit remember the first time he’d met Ty. Ty hadn’t been sitting on him then, but he had been holding a dagger to Kit’s throat. Kit had looked at him and forgotten the knife and thought, Beautiful.”
  • “Ty laughed. The salt air had tangled his arrow-straight black hair, and his eyes glowed like the moonlight on the water. Kit just stared, unable to think of anything else clever to say, as Ty gently placed the starfish back in its tide pool.”
  • “Ty climbed up onto the porch beside Kit and sat down. He smelled faintly of desert, sand and sage. Kit thought of the way he’d liked the sound of Ty’s voice: It was rare to hear someone get that kind of sincere pleasure out of simply sharing information.”
  • “Ty shook his head again. His black hair was sticking to his forehead. Kit frowned. He wanted to grab Ty and drag him out of the Market to somewhere it would be calm and quiet. He remembered Ty saying that he hated crowds, that the sheer noise and confusion was “like broken glass in my head.”
  • “Ty was leaning forward, his arms clasping his body tightly. Kit wanted to reach out, wanted to put his hands on Ty, wanted to tell him it would be all right, communicate it in a way that startled him.”
  • “He looked anxious, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. Kit wanted to go across the table and put his arms around Ty the way he had the night before, on the roof. He felt intensely protective of the other boy, in a way that was strange and unnerving. He’d cared about people before, mostly his father, but he’d never wanted to protect them. He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.”
  • “Ty smiled, and despite everything that was happening, it made Kit want to smile, too.”
  • “He knew he ought to feel exhausted, but there was something about Ty’s energy, the brightness and concentration of his focus, that worked on Kit like caffeine. It woke him up inside with a sense of promise, as if the moments in front of him suddenly held endless possibilities.”
  • “Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
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The Birth of the Fifth Sun, the Mexica (Aztec) sacred narrative which tells of the birth of our current sun. The paintings are posted in order, and follow the progress of the narrative told below.

14.1 It is said that when the earth was still dark, when there was yet no warmth, nor day, nor light, the Teteo came together at Teotihuacan to take counsel, and there they lit the Spirit Fires, great blazes set atop the twin pyramids of the sacred city. For four years they burned.  “Come here, oh Teteo! Who shall carry the sun? Who shall bear it? The warming, the dawning? The burning fire? The celestial Light? Who shall leap into the Spirit Fire?” Than forth stepped Four Flint, Tecuciztecatl, Our Lord of Snails, and he cried out, “Oh Teteo! Indeed, it shall be I!” Yoaltecuhtli and Tlaloc stepped forward, “You are one who must keep the sky and the earth.”
14.2 “And yet, another is needed,” said the Teteo. “Who shall be the other?” Yet the Teteo were frightened, and none among them stepped forth. They took counsel with one another, and summoned Nanahuatzin, The Pimpled Lord, the Crippled One, and summoned him to the counsel. Tonacatecuhtli and Xiuhtecuhtli stepped forward and said to him, “You are the one who must keep the sky and the earth.” Many tears did Nanahuatzin shed, for he felt unequal to the task, he, the worthless invalid.
14.3 The Teteo Nanahuatzin and Tecuciztecatl began their fasts, their sacrifices, in preparation for the Spirit Fire, the God Oven. Tecuciztecatl prepared himself with precious things. His fasting-ropes were of quetzal feathers, and his ritual branches of cotinga plumes. His grass heart was of woven gold, his incense of the finest copal. He did not offer his own blood, his own Yollia, but instead offered maguey thorns and  lancets made of coral. Resplendent he looked, shining and beautiful, as he made his sacrifices.
14.4 Nanahuatzin, the Crippled Lord, the Teotl in poverty, formed his fasting-rope of grass and paper. His ritual branches were made of green grass and green reeds, tied in three bundles, bound bundles of nine each. His bloodletting spine was of bone, well reddened with his own blood. His only incense were his scabs, twisted off and cast into the fire.
For four days they fasted, for four days they drew blood and meditated their sacred actions, there upon their respective pyramids. When they had completed their days of sacrifice, they burned their ritual branches, their bloodletting instruments, in the sacred fire. They were become slaves. They were become Gods.
14.5 To Tecuciztecatl, the gathered Teteo gave him his egret headdress, his elegant attire of quetzal and jade.
14.6 But Nanahuatzin was attired only in paper, only in cloth of Maguey. They painted the Teteo in white, they chalked them, and adorned them in eagle-down feathers.
15.1 Tecuciztecatl, as the senior Lord, approached the fire first, to leap into its heart. The fire roared, it crackled, it seared his eyes. He grew faint and afraid. He hesitated. He could not bring himself to leap into the fire.Than Nanahuatzin, the Crippled Lord, seeing the terror of the other, walked forward. Bravely he walked, slowly, so as to feel its heat. And when he reached the Spirit Fire, the God Oven, he leapt into its heart and was consumed.
Tecuciztecatl grew ashamed, and found his spirit, and he too leapt into the Spirit Fire, but lacking the bravery of Nanahuatzin, he fell only into its embers and ashes, where he, too, was consumed.
The Jaguar and the Eagle were among the company of the Teteo, and both leapt over the Spirit Fire. They were singed, they were burned, in its tongues of flame, and thus acquired their spots and dark feathers. For their bravery they were made warriors, ever to serve the sun.

16.1 When, in this way, the two Teteo had thrown themselves into the God Oven, when they had burned to ash, the Teteo sat awaiting to learn from whence they would emerge. Long they waited, meditating in the darkness, when all at once everywhere it became red, everywhere the light of dawn, the reddening of dawn. The Teteo knelt down, facing each of the four directions, to see from whence the sun would emerge at this first dawning of the Fifth Sun. The Teteo fell into confusion; they turned in circles, they faced all directions. The traditional orations, the traditional words, did not bring clarity to the Teteo. Some thought he would emerge from Mictlán, the Place of the Dead, and faced North, to find him there. Some thought The Place of Women, and faced the West, some, The House of Thorns, and faced the South, for the light of the dawning encircled all things, and confusion reigned.
Yet some of the Teteo faced the East, the Place of Light, and cried out, “Already, is he there, already, his light illuminates his Eastern Palace! Behold, he is emerging!” Those who waited there, who pointed there, were Quetzalcoátl and his nagual Xolotl. There too was Our Lord Anahuatl, the Red Tezcatlipoca, and the Mimixcoa without number. And there awaited four women; Tiacapan, Teicu, Tlacoyehua, and Xocoyotl.
And as the sun rose, his light spread like the red Cochineal dye throughout the East, his dazzling brilliance was such that he could not be faced. He shone, he illuminated, and light came into this world. And afterward, Tecciztecatl, too, arose from the Place of Light, also golden and shining, impossible to behold; a second sun.
16.2 And the Teteo said; “How can this be? Shall there be two suns, who both shall follow the same road, who both shall shine in the same way? The brave Nanahuatzin and the unworthy Tecciztecatl?” And so, Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli, The Morning Star, snatched a rabbit from the earth and flung it in the face of Tecciztecatl. Thus, was his face wrecked and his light dimmed, and he fell into the ashes.
17.1 The Teteo declared, “No longer shall he be known as Nanahuatzin, the Pimpled Lord, the Crippled God. He is Tonatiuh, Our Lord the Sun!” And Tonacatecuhtli and Tonacacihuatl, the Lord and Lady of Our Flesh, Our Sustenance, rose to his place at the center of the sky. They bathed and anointed him. They sat him in his Quechol chair. They adorned his head with the butterfly crest, the red-leather thong.
17.2 But he would not move from his place. Four days he remained at the Zenith, at the center of the sky. “Why does he not move?” asked the Teteo, and they sent the Falcon of the Obsidian Blade to ask why he was immobile in the sky.
“I hunger!” replied Tonatiuh. “I need their blood, their precious color, their Yollotl, to find the strength to move across the sky. I need the blood of those who sent me to the Spirit Fire!”
17.3 When the Falcon returned to the gathered Teteo and gave them his message, they were much saddened and afraid. Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli grew angry and cried out, “I will shoot him! He must not stay immobile in the sky!” But his arrows could not reach the sun. Yet the sun, from his lofty perch, shot down his own arrows, his shafts of flame, and they burned the body of The Morning Star, and with the Nine Layers covered up his face, and transformed him into Itztli, the Teótl of the Obsidian Blade, of cold, frost, snow, and judgement.
18.1 Quetzalcoátl raised his eyes sadly to the sky, and spoke to the gods at Teotihuacan. “May he be revived. May we all die!” And the gods mournfully submitted to his will. And so with the Sacred Flint Blade he slit the throats of the gathered Gods; of Titlacahuan, and Huitzilopochtli, and the Goddesses Xochiquetzal, Yapalliicue, and Nochpalliicue. But Xolotl, the god of twins and monstrosities and who is the sprit double of Quetzalcoátl, did not want to die. He fled Quetzalcoátl and his terrible blade. He wept so that his eyes fell from their sockets. “Send me not to the blade, oh Gods! Let me not die!”
18.2 He fled, and Death quickly followed. He followed him to the fields of young corn, were Xolotl transformed himself into the young maize with two stalks in order to hide from Death. He became the Xolotl of the Field. But he was seen by the eyes of Death there among the corn, from whom nothing may be hidden, and so he ran to the Maguey field, and there he turned himself into the double maguey, the Maguey Xolotl. But there too was he seen by the eyes of Death, and so he escaped to the lake, and there turned himself into the Axolotl, the lake-salamander. But there was no more escape, and Death caught him, and Quetzalcoátl slit his throat, amid his tears and lamentations.
19.1 The blood of the Gods rose to the heavens and Tonatiuh drank the sacred strength of their Yollia, on the day Nahui Ollin, Four Movement, the sacred name and destiny of the Fifth Sun. Yet still he could not move, still he could not follow his path.
20.1 But Quetzalcoátl, who had shed the blood of the Gods, who had released the divine force of their Yollia, grew strong and straight. He ran, and blew lightly in the face of the sun, and so pushed him along his path, and than slit his own throat, that his blood and divine Yollia might make the revolutions of the heavens eternal.
Thus it was that as the sun was entering into the earth again, into the open jaws of Our Mother, Tlaltecuhtli, the moon arose from the ashes into which he had fallen, and there at the crossroads met the Tzitzimime, the Star Demons, and the Coleletin, and they detained him a while, and dressed him in rags. He who would have been the sun, who would have been clothed in splendor. And thus it is that on the day Four Movement night and day came into being, and the deaths of the gods established the covenant of sacrifice with men.


It’s baby animal season!

This is the time of year when wildlife rehabilitation facilities get filled up with “orphaned” babies brought in by well-meaning citizens. While plenty of these babies truly are orphans and need the care of a licensed rehabber to survive, there are also unfortunately plenty of babies brought in that were mistakenly thought to be abandoned. So, what do you do if you see a baby animal by itself? Information provided based on recommendations of the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center of Minnesota:

–Squirrels: Female squirrels move babies between nest sites, and during this process babies may be visible outside their nest or even at the base of a tree. If you see baby squirrels outside of a nest, leave them undisturbed and keep your pets contained. Keep an eye on them for a few hours–it may take her a while! If she doesn’t return for them by the next day, then it’s time to call your local rehabber. If you disturb a nest, as is common when trimming branches this time of year, leave them be as long as they are not injured. Again, if they are still alone the next day, take them in.

–Bunnies: If you find a nest, try and keep your pet contained and the area undisturbed for a few weeks while the bunnies grow. You likely will not see mom! You can monitor the nest if you’re concerned, you will quickly see a decline in the health of the babies if mom is not returning to nurse them. If your pet disturbs a nest, bring any injured babies to your local rehab center but leave the uninjured animals alone.

–Ducklings/goslings: Mom should lead the babies to the nearest body of water within a day or two of hatching. Do not try and move mom and all her babies as you will likely just end up stressing and potentially scattering them. If a baby is left behind, you can gently capture them and keep them in a warm, quiet place until you can take them to a rehabber. Be very gentle with ducklings and goslings, and do not handle them more than necessary! These babies are very easily stressed. Unhatched eggs should be left undisturbed–they are federally protected.

–Birds: It is a myth that handling a baby bird will prevent the parents from taking care of it. If you find a featherless bird or a bird with fluffy down feathers, you can gently put it back in the nest. If the same bird keeps getting pushed out of the nest, you should bring it to a rehabber as they may be something wrong with it. If the entire nest has fallen, try and put it back in the same place you found it. If you can’t put it right back where it was, keep it within 5 feet of the original location to ensure the parents continue to care for them. Fledgling birds will spend a significant amount of time on the ground as their immature wings develop. They flutter around, but they can’t really fly yet. Parents will still feed fledglings, so you can keep an eye on a grounded bird to see if adult birds are still in the area caring for them.

–In general: If you find a baby animal alone, leave it be and monitor it to see if mom comes back. Keep your pets away from the area, and don’t try to handle the baby unless absolutely necessary as this can result in you stressing out or hurting the animal. If mom doesn’t come back after several hours, you can take them in to a LICENSED REHABBER. Many rehabilitation facilities want you to call before bringing in an orphaned animal to ensure that they are truly orphaned. Do NOT bring the animal into your house to raise! Most people do not have the time or knowledge to raise orphaned wildlife, and by hand raising them, you habituate them to humans and prevent them from having a chance to be released. Also, it’s illegal. If the animal is injured, it is ok to take them to your local rehabber right away! When in doubt, call your local wildlife rehabilitation facility. They can give you more information about specific species and situations. If you really can’t find a wildlife rehabilitator or the animal is in need of immediate medical attention, you can take it to a vet clinic. Veterinarians can provide lifesaving care or humane euthanasia for an injured animal, before getting them to a rehabber.

Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

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You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

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Locusta the Poisoner—Ancient Rome’s Deadliest Assassin,

Perhaps the most feared woman in the ancient world, Locusta was a first century AD assassin who offered her services to wealthy and powerful Roman patricians, politicians, and military leaders.  So infamous were her deeds that her career was detailed by Juvenal, Seutonius, Cassius Dio, and Tacitus.  Born in Gaul (modern day France) Locusta was raised by her mother to be an herbalist, a healer who specialized in using medicinal plants and herbs. However, her career abruptly changed when she moved to Rome in search for greater opportunities, she found that her skills could put to much more lucrative uses killing people rather than healing.  Rome was rife with political intrigue, and skilled assassins were in high demand.

Locusta intensely studied poisonous plants, becoming a “master poisoner” in short time.  She knew of scores of different poisons; poisons that could bring about a heart attack, poisons that could cause a stroke, poisons that affected the nervous system, even poisons that would make it seem like the victim had died of something completely natural, such as the flu or plague.  For several years, Locusta hired out her services to wealthy patrician families and powerful politicians, or whoever was the highest bidder. In 54 AD Locusta was approached by Agrippina, wife of Emperor Claudius, with perhaps the biggest and most important job of her career; to assassinate the Emperor himself.  Agrippina wanted her son from another marriage to be Emperor, and thus Claudius had to go.  On October 13th, Locusta infiltrated Claudius’ palace, distracting a guard by placing a laxative in his drink.  She then tainted a dish of mushrooms, Claudius’ favorite dish, with strychnine.  Claudius consumed the poisoned mushrooms.  A few hours later, he began suffering strong stomach cramps, then he began foaming at the mouth and convulsing. Agrippina appeared to attempt to force Claudius to vomit the poison by sticking a feather down his throat.  Of course, the feather was also poisoned by Locusta with a potent toxin.  Emperor Claudius died a short time later.

When Nero came to throne, he made Locusta his personal assassin.  Among another of her famous hits was the poisoning of his brother, Britannicus, whom he felt threatened his rule.  Between 55 and 68 AD, Locusta was responsible for removing a number of Nero’s rivals and enemies.  Of course, Nero was not a popular Emperor, and after the burning of Rome he was stripped of his titles and declared an enemy of the state by the senate.  After Nero’s suicide Rome fell into a chaotic civil war as Roman generals and warlords fought for control over the empire.  One of these generals, a short reigning Emperor named Galba, despised Locusta because of her former status as Nero’s chief assassin.  On January 15th, 69 AD, Locusta was dragged from her home into the streets of Rome, and was publicly executed.

Dean had always thought that a good quality comforter was the most luxurious thing to wake up under. But ever since he started waking up like this, his thoughts had changed entirely.

As sunlight gently peeked through the curtains, shining a cautious soft beam of light over the queen sized bed, Dean felt Castiel’s large, black wing loosely drooped over his body. The feathers were softer and warmer than anything a comforter could ever get him, large enough to cover his upper body and part of his legs. He smiled lazily. The feathers brushed against his bare skin as he stretched and moved around to shift closer to its owner.

Castiel lay on his back, his other wing stretched out over the edge of the bed down to the floor, his naked body exposed, blankets kicked aside in his sleep. Dean looked at him from under the wing, his fingers automatically gliding over soft raven feathers and smooth lines, known little bumps and the thicker parts. 

Castiel looked peaceful. His lips were slightly parted as he slowly breathed in his steady rhythm of sleep. Dean lay there for a while, observing Cas as he let the warmth and softness of the feathers embrace him. He caressed he feathers still. Dean had been mesmerized by them ever since Castiel first exposed them. They were huge, majestic, and radiated a power Dean couldn’t compare with anything else. 

And yet, they looked gentle and fragile when Cas injured them and Dean picked out the ruffled feathers. Castiel had taught Dean how to groom them and use the preen oil, an activity Dean found himself to enjoy, often compared with soft chatting. Sometimes a movie would be playing in the background as they sat on the floor and Dean plucked feathers, pressing kisses in the crook of Castiel’s neck. 

Sometimes, Dean would take it a step further with his massages, out to get the little whimpers and groans from Castiel. He’d ended up with a panting, desperate Castiel several times, Dean’s hands full of feathers and his own body filled with arousal.

He loved it all. The quiet moments, the loud ones, the moments when Castiel held Dean with his wing or when they lay on the couch, curled up together with Castiel’s wings wrapped around them. Dean couldn’t get enough of them.

Castiel muttered softly and stirred, his eyes opening slowly.

The wing draped over Dean fluttered and shifted in Dean’s fingers. Cas turned to look at Dean, blinking the sleep from his eyes. The angel smiled.

“Morning sunshine,” Dean whispered and his own lips curved as well. Castiel made a soft noise and shifted closer. He stretched his wings for a moment, then covered Dean with his right one again and pulled him closer with the wrist of his wing.

“Good morning, Dean,” Castiel muttered, his primary feathers rustling. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” he answered and pressed a sloppy kiss to Castiel’s unshaven jaw. “How couldn’t I, hm?” He slipped his fingers into the pack of feathers carefully, and Cas smiled again.

“You seem to enjoy my wings a lot.” They moved again.

“I think they’re beautiful, you know that.”

Castiel shifted and pulled his wing in, gesturing his head. Dean understood and he got up so Cas could slide his wing under Dean. As soon as Dean sank down into the feathers, Castiel pulled him closer.

Dean’s naked body pressed softly against Cas, covered by the angel’s wing and casting a shadow over their faces.

Dean kissed Castiel’s jaw again, pressed a few more kisses down his neck and shoulder.

The wings replied to the touch, shifting and shuddering when Dean softly nibbled on the skin.

“It’s rare for an angel to show his wings this… casually.” Castiel spoke, his voice still thick with sleep. His eyes were closed again, enjoying Dean’s kisses. “It’s only for… special occasions. And special people.”

Dean looked up and feathers softly brushed over the back of his head and Cas looked back. He softly rested his hand on Dean’s waist. “You’re special, Dean.”

Dean didn’t know how to reply, shy suddenly. He smiled a coy grin and pecked Castiel’s lips.

“Think I’m glad about that.” He muttered, shifting back into the feathers. This was how Sunday’s had to feel, he thought. Calm and peaceful and warm and right.

He found Castiel’s hand and tangled their fingers together.

“Maybe we should get up for some coffee soon. I’m sure Sam’s already awake.” Dean whispered, his eyes closed.

“Probably,” Cas answered. “Just- not yet.”

Dean hummed in agreement and gently slid his free hand through the silky feathers. He didn’t want to think about the case they were working on or the monsters they had to fight. Not yet. Just a few more minutes.

Sensory Snapshots

“the five senses” of simple, pleasant moments that capture each sign. 


ARIES IS // Fast legs and faster hearts just as dawn breaks. Numbness from scraped kneecaps and bloodied palms and the dizzying blur of quick sidewalks. Clattering of a chain link fence; dry laughter from desert throats – the kind that rises up from your lungs into your mouth, leaving the rusty taste of adrenaline on the tongue. Smoke lingering in your hair and on your clothes.

TAURUS IS // Standing in the dim light of a warm oven at 2am, messy hair and satin pajamas. Night air dancing in the curtains of an open window. A spoonful of peanut butter thick in your mouth – the sweet of baking cookies fills the room, mixing with the white noise of hushed radio. A gentle hand against the small of your back – an involuntary tugging at the edges of your lips.

GEMINI IS // Bright blue skies and big white clouds. Birds nests tucked in branches, and linens clipped on lines, hanging in an afternoon sun that will plant fresh freckles in ruddy cheeks. The whistle of laughter through gapped teeth. The smell of fresh cut grass from between bare toes, and the stickiness of thumbs wiping the pink and yellow of cotton candy from corners of crooked smiles.

CANCER IS // Early Sunday morning – soft eyes with heavy lids open slow to a familiar room, the walls bathed in shadows and faded lighting. The quiet patter of rain drops against the roof, and the deep rolling thunder. Being surrounded by the soothing scent of home and down feather pillows. The overwhelming comforting weight of blankets draped over tired bones, wrapped tight in the warmth of sleep and rumbling of storms.

LEO IS // Summer kissed skin, big sunglasses and floppy hats. Bright skies over dry fields laced with endless rows of sunflowers – the floral perfume mingling with thick July air. The hot breeze fluttering under a loose tank top, frayed cuffs of denim shorts with holes in the pockets, against your legs. Ripe strawberries in open mouths, the smiling voices of friends singing loud and off key.

VIRGO IS // Crisp, white sheets on a freshly made bed, the corners creased and smoothed down with precision and care. The smell of morning mist and steam rising from the brim of freshly steeped peppermint tea. Ticking analog clocks, rustling papers and the echo of hurried footsteps on wet pavement. The cool glass of a foggy window against your cheek. The quiet hum of waiting.

LIBRA IS // The pink of sunrise filtering through half-open blinds, cast over silk sheets. Opening windows and being greeted by the wafting scents of breakfast and pastries. Tucking hands into the pockets of a new sundress. Sidewalk sounds of birds and bicycle bells and cafe conversations. A thick, creamy smoothie with chunks of fruit stuck in the straw.

SCORPIO IS // The harvest moon, full and round and golden, peaking out from behind clouds that wisp around her like ghosts. The hollowed hooting of owls and sudden rustle of dry leaves. A breeze that raises goosebumps under sweater sleeves. Rich, dark chocolate on your teeth, and lungs full of crisp autumn air – the eerie peaceful of nighttime.

SAGITTARIUS IS // Speeding down an empty road, windows down, wind in your hair and squinting eyes. Crackling bonfires on a river bank, embers dancing as the sun slips behind the horizon. Marshmallows melted to the roofs of mouths – smell of fireworks, and mud on damp skin. The chirping of crickets and boisterous conversations of close friends.

CAPRICORN IS // Midnight all alone – soaking in the almost silence of fresh snowfall. Glowing street lamps illuminating crystallized puffs of breath and streets coated in sparkling, powder white. The burn of hot, black coffee on your tongue and warmth of the cup through knitted mittens on your hands. The still, winter air full of aged evergreen.

AQUARIUS IS // A little shop in your hometown you never noticed before. Dusty books in foreign letters and saturated fabrics, old typewriters and odd lamps. The unique vibration of a phonograph drifts through air that smells like ginger, and something that can’t quite be placed. It leaves spice on the tongue. Tingling of curiosity buzzing under the skin.

PISCES IS // A midday picnic on the beach. Sunshine glittering on the sea, its shore decorated by delicate shells and colored umbrellas. Toes sinking slowly into wet sand as waves wash over them, the rhythmic ebbing and flowing of tides. Distinct scents of sunscreen and sea foam – the sweetness in a juicy mouthful watermelon. The haze of a dreamy day.

Triplicity (M)

Originally posted by etherealkt

=> Yoonseok x Reader Poly!AU

Summary: Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.

Words: 11,191

a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.


“Well, what do we have here?”

Voice thick with irritation, spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.

You weren’t exactly sure how you managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which hadn’t been very much to begin with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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The Space Goshawk.

A bird that carries space itself in it’s wings, with molten gold dripping down it’s feathers from a ring around it’s head.  Truly a force to be reckoned with.  Hopefully with this addition, space birds will become a series that will occasionally be added to.

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Dark Lovers [4]

An Au Series

Character Pairing: AU!Demon King Steve Rogers x AU!Demon Bucky Barnes x AU!Angel Female Reader

Word Count: 2,975

Warnings: 18+, mentions of torture and violence, nothing major though. Language and King of Hell Wrath.

A/N: As always, @apolla62200, this wouldn’t be possible without you!

One - Two - Three



“You don’t mean that.”

Bucky stood tall, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes had turned black and his wings were spread behind him.

You wanted to smile through your hurt. Bucky didn’t hide his emotions well.

“I do though,” you whispered. “So much has happened in the weeks I have been gone. I fear that I have only made it worse for myself.”

His jaw clenched so hard that you could hear his teeth grind together. His wings relaxed against his back, but his stance was still defensive. “I sense a lot of sadness in you little one.”

You looked at the floor as tears pricked your eyes, “It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does,” Bucky said vehemently. “You were glowing with happiness when you left this chamber. Your eyes and your smile held so much light. But now, all I see is a heavy darkness.”

You shook your head with sardonic laugh, “You’re not wrong.”

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Speak Softly, Love (2)

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

Part 1

Masterlist


You woke to the feeling of soft kisses being feathered down the side of your face, across your closed eyelids and your nose. 

You hummed, content with your current position in Sehun’s arms, with his bare body pressed against your own.

“Baby, I have to leave,” you heard him whisper. You opened your eyes to look at him. The way the moonlight shone on Sehun was one of your favourite things. He was undeniably beautiful.

“I don’t want you to go,” you mumbled, holding onto him tighter resulting in him doing the same. The hardest part of being with Sehun was the time when he had to leave you.

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Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural   {Sentence Starters}

  • “Spooky, huh?”
  • “Its not a ghost.”
  • “Are ghosts real?”
  • “You look like an idiot!”
  • “I wasn’t fat-shaming Bigfoot!”
  • “Knock me down with a feather!”
  • “I just got startled by a disco ball…”
  • “How.. how do you go that wrong?”
  • “You wanna lie on the pentagram?”
  • “Oh my god, you have a death wish!”
  • “Hey there, demons, its me… ya boy.”
  • “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”
  • “I think I’m gonna buy you a punch in the face.”
  • “She doesn’t seem like a very intelligent ghost.”
  • “Yeah, I got the chills even just thinking about it.”
  • “How about I open the door and you walk in first?”
  • “Well, if its any consolation, you look like an idiot.”
  • “Like pretty much everywhere we go, its old and gross.”
  • “And the worst part is, I don’t even have my holy water!”
  • “Can I use the jacuzzi hot tub we’ve been blessed with?”
  • “I’m gonna serve you up a fresh truth pancake right now.”
  • “That’s concerning… that there’s that tiny margin of error.”
  • “If I see people taller than me, I get concerned about them.”
  • “I’m saying just ‘cause something’s old, doesn’t mean its bad.”
  • “Do you always have to insult the ghost of the place we’re at?”
  • “You’re not gonna believe me if I tell you, so why even tell you?”
  • “And, as you can see, this is the place where nightmares are made.”
  • “I ask myself that a lot, too. I don’t understand why I do these things.”
  • “Oh, he’ll pick you up, alright. He’ll pick you up and crack you in two.”
  • “I never said I wanted to murder you! This is a hypothetical situation!” 
  • “He said that, but I agree with it. He meant it more, though, so hit him!”
  • “If you slit my throat tonight, I’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that.”
  • “No, I can’t imagine that. I’d never want to imagine that. Are YOU imagining that?”
  • “Why don’t you punch me in the face, maybe smack me around a little? What are you, a wussy?”
The Contest - Chapter 6

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 6 continues with the slow, slow build, Lots of dirty talking, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Humour, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Language!, Nudity, NSFW, Threesomes, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 6,374 (the muse is strong)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience!!! True story…A few days after I posted Chapter 5, I started on my first draft for Chapter 6. But as I was writing, a scene that happened “off paper” in Chapter 5 would not get out of my head. Finally I gave in and wrote it down, planning to post it as a ficlet. Then inspiration struck on Valentine’s Day and I was sidetracked by a Bucky one-shot. When I got back to Chapter 5.5, I realized 2,000 words in that I couldn’t cast this scene adrift and I wanted to include in the main story so it became the intro for Chapter 6. As I kept writing, another scene popped into my head and then another…I couldn’t resist getting them down on paper. Before I knew it, what I had initially outlined for this chapter needed to be pushed so now there’s an extra chapter of excruciating slowburn coming…you’re welcome. Then, as I was finishing up my new first draft of Chapter 6, Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie. I tried to ignore it, honest, but the muse is strong and his abs would not leave my head. So off I went to write that one-shot. And then dance competition season started…enough said. So I truly apologize for the delay and thank you for indulging me with this chapter.

p.s. You may want to re-read the end of Chapter 5 as the first part of this chapter takes place after the scrabble game ;)

Thanks to @evansrogerskitten​ for pointing me to a collage app so I could finally create a proper header for this fic. And To everyone sending me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged, THANK YOU! You are AWESOME! Tumblr is being a bitch with the tags so I’ve done these manually - I hope I haven’t missed anyone! Please send me a note if I’ve left you off by mistake or if you would like to be tagged.

And always, to my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 6: Three’s A Crowd

Stepping out of the elevator with Bucky, you glance down at your entwined hands and giggle softly.

“What’s so funny?” he questions as you walk down the hallway towards his room.

You look up at his puzzled expression and smile.

“I made myself a promise that tonight would be Bucky-free,” you confess as you nudge his hip with your own.

“It’s turned into a Bucky free-for-all.”

Bucky laughs and slides his arm around your waist to pull you tight against his side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he counters in mock defense, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, let’s see Barnes,” you ponder, tapping your finger thoughtfully against your chin.

“In just over an hour you’ve managed to wind me up playing a filthy game of scrabble, text a half naked picture of me to your entire contact list, knock Steve out of the contest and then suggest I take a picture of your naked ass to make it up to me.”

Bucky grins proudly at the recap of the evening’s events as he ushers you across the threshold of his room.

“All your fault babe,” he insists, licking his lips smugly.

“When you’re around, I just wanna be bad.”

“Really, really bad,” he murmurs suggestively as his hand slides down the curve of your hip.

You roll your eyes and give his ass a hard smack as he turns to close the door.

“Hey, hands off the money maker,” he grumbles jokingly as he rubs his backside with an exaggerated motion.

“I want to look perfect for my close-up.”

He draws you into his chest, a sly smile curling his lips. “I know it’s hard for you to keep your hands off me, but you really need to control yourself.”

He ignores your loud scoff and bends down to playfully nip at your neck.

“You can mark me later doll,” he offers coyly, giving you a wink as he pulls away and heads to the bathroom to swap his tight jeans for a pair of comfortable shorts. You take a seat on the edge of his bed and try to resist the urge to sneak a peek through the open door.

Walking back into the bedroom, Bucky stops to look up at the ceiling and then down around his legs, nodding.

“The lighting seems good right here.”

With his back turned to you, he tucks his hands into the top of his shorts to pull them down.

“Woah sergeant!” you call out, leaping off the bed to still his movements. “Not so fast.”

Bucky stops and looks over his shoulder at you, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m not going to do this half-assed,” you tease as you step up behind him and wrap your arms tight around his waist.

“Before I take this picture, I need to get a good feel for the subject first.”

Bucky swallows hard as your lips graze his ear and come down lightly on his neck.

“I’m all yours doll,” he murmurs softly as you kiss a path to his pulse point.

You sigh against his neck as your hands run under his shirt, his solid muscles flexing beneath your warm touch. Pulling the material up and over his head in one swift movement, your gaze falls to his exposed body.

A low growl rumbles in Bucky’s chest as you smooth your hands over his broad shoulders and then rake your nails down his back.

“The things I want to do to this body,” you whisper hotly against his skin as you bring your lips down to feather soothing kisses along the faint, red lines.

“My pussy’s so wet just thinking about it.”

Bucky groans, his head falling back against your shoulder as your fingers move slowly across the top of his shorts and circle to the front to untie the drawstring. A soft moan crosses your lips as his cock twitches under your touch.

Dipping your hands under the waistband, you position them on either side of his hips and slide them down the deep V lines carved in his abs. You pause in surprise when your fingers brush against the coarse hairs at his groin.

“Going commando Bucky?” you gasp in exaggerated modesty while you feel around for his briefs. He inhales sharply as your fingertips graze the base of his hardening cock.

“I told you babe,” he mutters longingly as you kneel behind him. “I had plans for you tonight.”

“Getting you on your knees was definitely on the list,” he smirks as your fingers grip the sides of his shorts and begin to pull down on the fabric.

You start to respond with a smart remark, but stop abruptly when you notice that your efforts to rid him of his clothing are meeting with resistance.

A glance at his arms causes you to frown as you observe that they are crossed tight and sitting high in front of his chest. You tug on his shorts a few more times until you realize that the waistband is caught in the stiff curve of his erection.

A large smile crosses Bucky’s face as he listens to you quietly curse under your breath.

“A hand here please,” you huff in an exasperated tone as you grab onto his hips and rise to your feet.

“Sure thing doll,” he responds sweetly over his shoulder as he maneuvers one of your hands from his waist and places it over the large bulge straining against the thin material.

“That’s not what I meant,” you giggle, your free hand snapping the elastic band of his shorts against his bare skin in protest.

Bucky’s wince quickly turns into a groan when your renewed attempt to loosen his clothing causes your fingers to accidentally swipe the tip of his cock that is already slick with precum.

“See what you do to me kitten,” he mumbles lowly, voice thick with lust.

“You make daddy so hard and wet.”

You let out a small gasp as Bucky takes your hand and begins to slowly guide your palm over his hard shaft in long strokes.

“Wanna feel your sweet lips on my cock baby girl.”

Moaning softly against his neck, you reach out to grasp the thumb of his metal hand between your fingers.

“Not until it’s just the two of us left in the contest,” you purr into his ear as you circle his thumb over the swollen head of his leaking cock.

“Then daddy can fuck my pretty little mouth all day long.”

His body shudders as you rest your chin on his shoulder and bring his metal thumb to your lips to suck it clean. As you remove it with a loud pop and move back behind him, Bucky quietly mutters a few choice profanities under his breath.

Hooking your fingers once again under the band of his shorts to try and loosen them, his cock finally springs free and smacks loudly against his abs.

You inhale sharply at the sound, wanting so badly to turn him around so you can take his thick length deep into your mouth. But instead, you muster your willpower and push his shorts over his hips until they slide down his legs to pool at his feet.

Bucky hums in approval as you lower your lips onto the nape of his neck and start to trail light kisses down his spine; your body slowly sinking to the floor until you’re kneeling in front of his firm ass.

Your hands glide up his legs and run along the creases at the bottom of his cheeks before moving to stroke his inner thighs. A low moan escapes Bucky’s lips as your fingers skim back and forth along the smooth strip of skin between his legs and then up the cleft of his ass.

“You feel so good babe,” you murmur breathlessly, pausing to circle the puckered skin around his hole.

“Can’t wait to wrap my legs around you and dig my high heels into this sexy ass.”

A smirk plays on your lips as you watch Bucky’s hands curl into tight fists at his side, undoubtedly fighting the urge to stroke his hard cock.

“Everything alright up in front sweet cheeks,” you tease as you rub your palms over his ass.

“I just need a few more minutes to flesh things out back here before I take your picture.”

“Why don’t you pass me your phone,” he dares in a low, gruff voice.

“I’ve got your money shot right here princess.”

“That’s way too much for my phone to handle,” you chuckle appreciatively as you reach down to grab your device.

“I need a wide angle lens for what you’re packing soldier.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement, his lips pressed in a smug smile. You tap on the camera icon and position the phone to get Bucky’s backside in the frame.

“OK, don’t move,” you instruct as you focus the shot. As the image sharpens, you frown at the screen and lower your phone.

“What the fuck are you doing Bucky,” you scold playfully.

“Stop clenching.”

“What,” he replies with a hint of innocence in his voice. “I just want to make sure you get my dimples in the shot.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass Barnes.”

“Smile” you jokingly sing out as you tap the button to take a string of photos. “There, that should do it.”

As you busy yourself with cropping the best image to send to the team, Bucky pulls up his shorts and comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around you to watch over your shoulder.

“Man, I have a really nice ass,” he observes proudly as you hit send.

“I can’t blame you for wanting to grab it all the time.”

As you push away from his arms with a loud scoff, Bucky gives your ass a firm squeeze before you slip away to his bed. He quickly moves over to his side to help you pull back the covers and then slides in next to you.

You smile as Bucky’s metal arm encircles your waist from behind and pulls you in close to him. He sighs contently as he buries his face into your neck and presses his erection against your backside.

“Do you think you can stand down soldier,” you chuckle lightly as you reach back to rub his stubbled cheek.

“I can’t help it doll,” he purrs into the shell of your ear.

“I keep picturing your gorgeous ass in that thong.”

“Yeah and thanks to you, so is Steve,” you grimace, biting your bottom lip in worry.

“He’s going to be so pissed when he sees us tomorrow.”

“Are you kidding me,” Bucky mutters as he lazily kisses your neck.

“That punk’s going to wake up with a big smile on his face and his hand wrapped around his cock. Lucky bastard.”

You let out a disapproving huff and gently swat at his hand that is inching its way down to your bare leg.

“Tell me babe,” he muses sleepily as his fingers push up the bottom of your shorts and begin to play with the hem of your panties.

“How the hell did you take that picture?”

You smile at him coyly over your shoulder and wink. “I’ll show you after the contest.”

As you snuggle your head into the crook of Bucky’s arm, he quietly mumbles into your ear.

“I can’t fucking wait.”

As expected, Steve spent much of next morning avoiding all contact with you and Bucky as well as dodging the friendly taunts from the rest of the team.

Surprisingly though, it only took him a few hours to come around to forgiving Bucky for his transgressions. All of your attempts to smooth things over however, were quickly and coldly rebuffed. Instead, the days following Steve’s elimination from the contest were filled with countless awkward moments between you and the Captain.

Whenever you entered a room, Steve would mutter an excuse to the others and hurry out without even glancing your way. He made sure to sit in the seat furthest from you at dinner and had even rearranged his schedule to ensure you were nowhere near the gym when he was working out. When you gestured for him to take his usual seat next to you on the couch for the team’s weekly movie night, his cheeks had flushed pink and he quickly mumbled his regrets before bailing to his room.

Not helping the situation were the scores of massive posters Tony had custom made that pictured your ass and Bucky’s ass, side by side, with the slogan “Putting the ‘Ass’ in Assassins” in big, bold letters. Much to your annoyance, as well as Steve’s, they seemed to occupy every square foot of empty wall space in the compound.

Despite Bucky’s insistence that things would soon blow over, the uneasy tension between you and Steve just continued to grow.

Finally, after three days of Steve avoiding you at every turn, you decide you’ve had enough of the Captain’s cold shoulder. Entering Steve’s living quarters, you make yourself comfortable on his bed and wait for him to return from an afternoon run with Bucky.

It isn’t long until you hear the elevator doors open and the sound of Steve and Bucky’s animated voices floating down the hall. As their footsteps approach, you swallow nervously as your heart beats fast in your chest.

“I’ll come get you after I take a quick shower,” Bucky calls out before closing his door.

“Sure thing pal,” Steve answers as he comes into view. You watch as he pauses in front of the “Assassins” poster hanging on the wall across from his room and shakes his head with a loud sigh.

Turning to step through the doorway, Steve stops abruptly when he spots you reclining against the large headboard of his bed. A faint blush creeping up his neck, he lowers his gaze and quickly walks over to his dresser.

“What are doing here?” he asks tersely with his back turned as he rifles through the clothes in the drawer.

You take a deep breath and reply hesitantly. “I’m waiting for my best friend to come back from his run so I can tell him he’s being a major ass.”

Steve shoots you a steely glare from over his shoulder, clearly unimpressed with your attempt to break the ice.

“What, too soon,” you ask, feigning innocence.

Steve slams the drawer and stands facing the wall with his hands on his hips.

“Come on Stevie,” you coax, nervously rubbing your hands on your thighs. “You can’t avoid me forever.”

“I miss you.”

Steve’s shoulders sag as he bows his head to the floor. With a soft sigh, he turns and gives you a small smile.

“I miss you too kiddo,” he responds, trying hard to keep his eyes from flitting down your form.

“Can we just put this all behind us?”

You cock your eyebrow slightly at his choice of words and flash him a mischievous grin.

“You bet your bottom,” you respond cheekily.

“This whole thing is starting to bum me out.”

Steve throws his head back and groans. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

Laughing, you rub a large circle on the spot next to you on the bed.

“Get that cute butt over here Captain.”

Steve walks over to the bed and toes off his running shoes before sitting down next to you, the pink in his cheeks rising.

You move over to snuggle up against his body and give him a big hug.

“Are we good then?” you mutter into his shirt as he awkwardly tries to position his hands on your shoulders.

He sighs loudly and shakes his head from side to side.

“Come on Stevie,” you pout, looking up at him with a frown as you rub his chest in comfort. “What’s the problem?”

“You’re my best friend’s girl,” he mumbles, eyes cast downwards as he blindly gestures to the poster in the hall. “I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.”

“What are you trying to tell me,” you question with mock indignation.

“Is my ass not good enough for Captain America?”

Steve chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Brat.”

You look up at him through your lashes and give him a coy smile.

“Listen, would it make you feel any better if I told you that when we first met, I may have thought about you once or twice ‘like that’ while I was…ummm, well…not the master of my domain.”

It takes a few moments before Steve’s eyes widen at the meaning of your words.

“Really?” he stutters, slightly flustered.

“Well yeah,” you confess with a giggle. “I mean, who wouldn’t? Have you seen you?”

As you and Steve trade shy smiles, the low rumble of a clearing throat makes you both jump.

Turning, you see Bucky leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and eyes gleaming.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he asks gruffly with a hint of playful menace in his voice.

Steve chuckles nervously and raises his hands in defense. “We were just talking Buck.”

Bucky purses his lips and nods slowly. “Sure, just talking.”

“Interesting conversation,” he mutters to himself while he pushes away from the door.

“Especially when you consider what we talked about on our run,” recalls Bucky as he shoots Steve a knowing glance.

You furrow your brow as you look from Bucky to Steve and then back to Bucky who is now slowly stalking over to the bed.

“Come on Buck,” Steve mumbles in a sheepish voice, the colour in his face deepening. “You know she’s only saying this to make me feel better.”

Bucky stops at the side of the bed and cocks his head. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as his gaze slowly roams over you and Steve.

“She can definitely make you feel better pal,” he chuckles.

“Could someone please tell me what the hell you two are talking about,” you grumble impatiently as Bucky lies down next to you on the bed.

“No need to pretend, I heard what you said to Steve,” soothes Bucky as he runs his hands up your legs and grips your waist. “It’s all good doll.”

“Just thinking about it is making me so fucking hard.”

You gasp in surprise as he flips you around and presses your back up against Steve. As Bucky moves in tight to your chest, you struggle to suppress a moan as you’re sandwiched between their rock hard bodies.

“Pictures really don’t do her justice eh Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, his hand dropping down to rub slow circles over your clothed mound while he gives Steve a nod.

Feeling Steve’s hand start to travel over the curve of your hip to cup your ass and his cock twitch against your thigh, your mouth drops open in shock as their intentions fully register in your brain.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you spit out sharply as you squirm out of their arms and scramble off the bed.

Your body shaking with disbelief, you stare incredulously at Bucky and Steve as they prop themselves up on their elbows and look on in amusement.

“You two punks think you can take me on…TOGETHER,” you growl lowly as you narrow your eyes at the smirking men.

Pointing to Steve, you shake your head in amazement. “I’d wreck you the minute I opened my mouth.”

“And you sergeant,” you taunt with a wry smile.

“You start murder strutting all over the place the second another man just looks in my direction.”

You close your eyes and start to breathe in deeply to calm your cresting anger, when you hear Bucky and Steve break out into uncontrollable laughter.

Watching them with a mixture of shock and confusion, you suddenly realize that they were playing you this whole time.

“Fucking assholes,” you scream while looking around for something to throw. As you bend down to grab his running shoes, Steve picks up his shield which is leaning against the bedside table and positions it in front of him and Bucky just in time to deflect the incoming sneaker.

“She’s a feisty one,” Steve chuckles as the second shoe bounces loudly off his shield.

“Yeah,” agrees Bucky. “We may have to tie her down.”

“Bite me soldier,” you hiss in annoyance while you plant your hands firmly on your hips in a defiant stance.

“Mmmm, I know exactly where,” answers Bucky wickedly as his eyes trail down your body. You struggle to maintain your composure as a wave of heat rolls over you and settles between your legs.

“Can I watch,” Steve questions hopefully as he looks up at you innocently through his thick lashes.

Huffing sharply, you turn on your heels and stomp towards the door - leaving behind a string of swear words and two super soldiers doubled over in laughter, in your wake.

“Save that dirty talk for the foreplay kitten,” you hear Bucky call out loudly before you slam your bedroom door hard in disgust, further splintering the already damaged frame.

You lean back to catch your breath and listen intently for any signs that Bucky is following in pursuit. After a few moments of silence, you let out an irritated huff and angrily push yourself off the door.

Stalking over to your dresser, you yank open a drawer and hastily grab some panties and a bra to slip into after your shower.

You’re about to slam the drawer shut, when you spot the vintage corset and garters you were conveniently wearing when Bucky happened past your open door a few weeks ago. You finger the lace absentmindedly as you recall how Bucky’s lust blown eyes had devoured the sight of you, almost making you come undone on the spot.

Wetness begins to flood your core as you imagine his fingers on your thighs, deftly unfastening the clasps of the garters, and then slowly rolling the silk stockings down your legs as his lips trail over your exposed skin.

“Stop it,” you mumble unconvincingly to your reflection in mirror above the dresser. You knew you were fighting a losing battle. That no matter how angry you were at Bucky, you couldn’t keep him from invading your thoughts. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, James Buchanan Barnes was your weakness.

Even so, you certainly weren’t going to let him or Steve for that matter, off the hook that easily for the stunt they had just pulled. With a devilish smile, you pick up the corset and a pair of lacey panties before heading to the shower to plot your revenge.

Twenty minutes later you emerge from your bathroom, shivering slightly from the rush of cool air that is once again streaming from the vents. You look up from toweling your hair to find Bucky seated on the edge of your bed, tapping away on his phone.

Raising his eyes from the screen, Bucky inhales roughly as he watches you move towards him in a short, silk robe that is clinging to your damp body.

Stopping just short of his reach, you cross your arms over your chest and glare. “What do you want Bucky?”

He cocks his eyebrow and gives you a wicked grin. As his eyes rove over your body hungrily, you can’t help but sense he’s imagining all the possible answers to your question.

You throw your towel at him in annoyance and turn to walk away when he grabs your wrist to stop your retreat.

“Don’t be mad babe, we were only fooling around,” he murmurs apologetically, giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he starts to gently stroke your arm with his metal fingers.

“Steve just wanted a little payback for the other night and to make it up to him, I agreed to help.”

You tilt your head to the side and narrow your eyes. “And how exactly was that payback for your part Bucky?”

“Are you kidding me doll,” he huffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Watching Steve with his hands all over you was pure torture and that punk knows it.”

“There is no way in hell I would ever let…” His words trail off into a whisper as his voice shakes with emotion.

“It would fucking kill me to see you with another man.”

Your heart squeezes tight at his words and you feel your anger begin to fade; only to be replaced with a tinge of guilt. Bucky’s hands take hold of your hips and pull you closer. His fingers run over the smooth silk of your robe and tuck under the hem.

As Bucky’s fingers slowly skim up your legs, his breath hitches in surprise when he reaches your garters. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he toys with the straps before following them up to your corset. He sighs deeply as he pulls his hands away, causing you to softly whimper.

“You’re my girl,” he murmurs soothingly as he presses his forehead against your stomach and slowly starts to undo the sash that’s tied tightly at your waist.

Your fingers card into his hair while he eases your robe open and brings his warm lips down on the sheer material of the corset.

“Bucky,” you whine desperately, arching your back as you surrender to the touch of his metal fingers rolling over the thin lace covering your clit.

“All mine,” he responds with a matched desperation in his voice as his other hand begins to unhook the back of the corset. “For always.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

You gently tug at the strands of his hair between your fingers and coax his head back. Eyes fluttering closed, you start to slowly lean into his lips when there is a knock at the door.

Simultaneous groans fill the air as the door swings open and Natasha steps into the room.

“Hey girl, are you ready for your makeover.”

Nat stops short when she sees you close your robe quickly and Bucky flop back onto the bed with his hands over his face.

“Fucking lousy timing Nat,” grumbles Bucky as he reaches back and grabs a pillow to cover the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

Natasha cocks her eyebrow and smirks. “You’ve never complained about my timing before Barnes.”

Bucky lifts his head and gives her a knowing look before they both begin to laugh at their inside joke.

Sitting yourself down on the edge of the bed, your heart sinks as you watch them, remembering an encounter from earlier in the day. You and Bruce had been on your way back from the lab, when you both walked in on Nat and Bucky sitting in the common room; their heads close together, furtively whispering to each other.

During one of your many late night talks, Bucky had come clean about the crush he had developed on Natasha when he first moved into the compound. He vehemently assured you that it had amounted to nothing more than a bit of flirting before quickly fizzling out in favour of a close friendship. Even though you believed him, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously when you watched them together. With only the three of you left in the contest, just the thought of Nat and Bucky being the last two standing was enough to make you nervous.

Lowering your gaze to the floor, you quickly try to erase any doubts in your mind before your face betrays you. A small smile tugs at your lips as you remind yourself that you’re the one Bucky wakes up to in his arms each morning and the one that falls asleep in his tight embrace each night.

The touch of cool metal quickly snaps you out of your thoughts as Bucky sidles up to you and pulls your body tight against his side. You wrap your arms around him and look up into his deep blue eyes. Sighing, he cups his hand on your cheek and lowers his forehead to yours.

“I gotta go help Steve get everything ready for tonight,” he mutters disappointedly as his fingers trail down your throat and slip into your robe to lightly trace the curve of your breast.

“But after that, I’m all yours doll.”

Head nodding, you lean into him as he plants a lingering kiss on your forehead before rising to his feet. The bed dips slightly as Natasha takes a seat beside you, smiling smugly at the exchange like a proud matchmaker.

Bucky pauses for a moment to take in the sight of you and Nat on your bed. Chuckling to himself, he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

“You know, the guys are begging me to take myself out of the contest,” he explains as he snaps a quick picture of the both of you.

“Stark is throwing around an obscene amount of money for me to pull out and leave just the two of you in the game.”

“They are dying to see what the winner would make the loser do,” Bucky continues with a smirk as he sends the picture to the men. “Think they’re hoping for some nudity.”

You’re about to protest loudly when Nat throws you a silencing look. She makes sure she has Bucky’s full attention before reaching down to grab the sash of your robe. She licks her lips as she weaves the silky material through her fingers and locks eyes with you.

“Well, I know if I won, I would ask your little kitten here to slip into something sexy,” Nat purrs seductively as she yanks on the sash to force your body closer. You struggle to keep a straight face as she leans into you, her plump red lips mere inches from yours and her hot breath fanning your face.

Sneaking a sideways glance, you watch Bucky’s jaw clench slightly as his eyes cloud over in a tormented mix of jealously and arousal.

“Then I’d make her come…” she muses as Bucky leans towards you protectively. “To each of your rooms where we’d both crawl into your beds and take turns straddling your bodies…”

“…while we smother you all in your sleep for being disgusting perverts.”

Less than amused, Bucky rolls his eyes as you and Nat dissolve into high-pitched peals of laughter.

“Hilarious,” he grumbles under his breath as he waits with his hands on his hips for the laughter to subside.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you reach out and take his hand.

“I’ll be down as soon as I’m done babe,” you promise sweetly, lacing your fingers through his. Bucky smiles and brings your hand to his lips before reaching down to kiss your cheek.

“Don’t keep me waiting beautiful,” he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine and a wave of warmth between your legs.

He steps back, still holding your hand, and looks silently into your eyes for a few moments.

“Take good care of my girl Nat,” he instructs without breaking his gaze. Squeezing your hand, he gives you a wink and a smile, before turning to leave.

You tilt your head and sigh as you watch him walk out the door. Nat nudges your shoulder with hers, chuckling in amusement.

“Geez girl,” she teases as you get up from the bed and walk over to your makeup table. “He’s only going downstairs, not off to war.”

You stick your tongue out at her reflection in the mirror and start to root around for your hair brush.

Natasha comes up from behind and leans over your shoulder to grab the brush from your reach. Before you can object, she begins to glide it through your hair in long, methodical strokes.

Sitting in silence, you glance at each other every so often in the mirror, an uncomfortable tension growing between you. Several minutes pass before you hear her take a deep breath and speak.

“Did I ever tell you about the time Bucky and I kissed?” she asks tentatively, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You shake your head and look away, trying to push down the tears that are threatening to appear.

“We were undercover, posing as a married couple,” she recounts, pausing the brush mid-stroke as she recalls the memory.

“It was awful, really awkward,” she shudders, pulling the corners of her mouth down in an exaggerated grimace. “Nearly blew our cover.”

Picking up a heated curling iron from the table, Nat wraps a length of your hair around the barrel. She smiles wryly as she watches the steam rise from the iron.

“There was no heat between us, nothing.”

A loose curl falls from the barrel and rests warmly against your skin. As Nat reaches down to move it, her hand drops to your shoulder. You meet her reassuring gaze in the mirror.

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” she murmurs, rubbing your shoulder in comfort. “I’m not any sort of competition where Bucky is concerned. Not even close.”

You look down in embarrassment as a single tear of relief rolls down your cheek.

“How did you know?” you whisper as you watch the teardrop splatter onto your robe.

“Well, for starters, you didn’t seem too thrilled when you walked in on me and Bucky this morning,” Nat explains as she continues to curl your hair into loose waves. “I saw the daggers you were throwing my way.”

“If looks could kill,” she mutters jokingly under her breath.

“God, am I that obvious?” you cringe, covering your face with your hands to hide the telltale blush.

Nat laughs softly and bends down to rest her chin on your shoulder. She moves your hands from your face and gives you a wide smile in the mirror.

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious to all of us that you’re crazy in love with Barnes,” she answers with a wink.

You’re about to counter with your objections, when Natasha starts to wave the hot iron menacingly at your reflection.

“Don’t you even dare try to deny it,” she threatens, narrowing her eyes as if she was reading your mind.

“And don’t fucking start with that whole ‘I’m too damaged to love’ speech. I wrote the book on that bullshit excuse.”

Damn she was good.

You slump down in the chair with a sulky huff and jut out your lower lip in an exaggerated pout. Natasha rolls her eyes and motions for you to start on your face.

Fifteen minutes of silence pass as you apply your makeup and Nat finishes curling your hair. As you uncap your lipstick and bring the bright red shade to your lips, you pause and look up at her with a timid expression on your face.

“Nat, Bucky and I haven’t kissed yet,” you confess, the heat rising in your cheeks.

“What if…what if we kiss and there are no sparks?” you mutter hesitantly, casting your eyes downwards to avoid her amused gaze.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she blurts incredulously. “The heat between you two when you’re just standing in the same room together is intense.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to burn this whole place to the ground when you eventually get around to having sex.”

You shake your head with a laugh as you stand to survey your finished look. Turning to Nat, you smile brightly and give her a big hug.

“Thanks Nat,” you mumble gratefully. “For everything.”

“Anytime babe,” she replies happily.

“Get dressed, it’s almost show time.”

You walk to your closet and grab the dress and heels you’ve picked out for the night. Untying your robe, you let it fall to the ground, revealing the tight black lace corset and garters underneath.

“Jesus,” Natasha murmurs as she sweeps her eyes over your body appreciatively. “How the hell have you been able to keep Barnes off of you?”

“It’s been hard,” you giggle as you guide a silk stocking up your leg. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to resist him.”

“The man is a walking sin.”

Natasha nods in agreement as she watches you slip into a flirty black dress and your favourite stilettos.

“Have you told Bucky where you’re going tonight?” she asks, eyeing you with suspicion as you run your fingers through your tousled waves.

“God no,” you respond with a hint of nervousness in your voice as you turn your back to Natasha and move your hair to the side. “I’m going to sneak out halfway through the festivities and hope Bucky doesn’t realize I’m gone until I’m deep.”

Natasha snorts loudly in response while pulling up your zipper. “Honey, he’s going to get one look at you in this dress and not be able to take his eyes off you for even a second.”

“There is no chance in hell that you’re going to be able to take one step out the front door without him noticing. And when he finds out where you’re going…”

Natasha pauses, shuddering as she imagines his reaction. “You had better brace yourself for a fight.”

Giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror, you scoff at Nat’s warning.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you scold, swatting her arm with your clutch as you step into the hallway and stop in front of the giant ‘assassins’ poster Tony has graciously positioned outside of your room.

“I’m sure Bucky will understand after Steve and Tony sit him down to explain.”

“Yeah sure,” Nat responds sarcastically as she slaps her hand on the poster for effect.

“Is that before or after he goes all ‘winter soldier’ on our asses?”

Shaking your head, you grab her shoulders from behind and start pushing her towards the elevator.

“Bucky’s a grown man,” you argue, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “He’ll survive.”

“But Tony on the other hand…” you mutter darkly as you pass another of the massive posters.

“I’m going to kill him when this contest is over.”

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When Magnus wakes, the first thing he’s aware of is the annoying ringing of his phone’s alarm, the vibrations shaking the entire bedside table. He groans, swiping his arm blindly until it quiets and only then he opens his eyes, blinking a couple of times to bring everything into focus. It’s early, way before 7 a.m. and Magnus is groggy, his eyelids still heavy and drooping, but he’s missed feeling like this – missing sleep, wanting to sink back into his bed and stay there until it’s time to have dinner.

After that one evening, it’s been slowly getting better – not having to hide himself away, instead leaning on Alec when he needed to, let Magnus begin the healing process. It’s not easy, nor is it quick, but he’s getting there and this morning feels like another step in the right direction: he managed to sleep through the night and there’s the subtle feeling of pride curling beneath his sternum, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

He lays still for a moment, listens to the tiny snores Alec’s making on his side of the bed, long body curled into the fetal position with his arms tucked in near his face. Magnus has a client in an hour or so, the only thing pushing him out of the warmth of the sheets, as he sits up on the edge and takes his phone to check all of the notifications. There’s a couple emails, along with a text from Catarina and Magnus is already thinking about all the things he’ll have to do today, when he feels an arm sneaking its way around his waist.

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Title: Wet

Warnings: SMUT. If you are under 18, turn away now. (Or don’t. I’m not your mom. I can’t tell you how to live your life. Just know that this is like, super smutty so proceed with caution, eh?)

Author’s Note: Sorry this is late! Between work, an AHL game, and all these playoff games, I got super distracted. I hope it was worth the wait! Comments, questions, concerns? Let me know, I love talking to you guys.

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You pulled the hood of his gray sweatshirt over your head, picking up the pace as you moved quickly down the sidewalk; the scent of his cologne stuck to the fabric. Auston had suggested walking to the movie theater, explaining that it would give the two of you more time to get to know each other; as the gray clouds moved across the sky you realized the storm was going to hit sooner than expected. Auston came to a stop at the crosswalk, turning around as he waited for you to catch up. The traffic light changed as you reached his side; lacing his fingers through yours, he guided you across the street.

“Oh shit.” he muttered as the first drop of rain landed on his cheek; you both glanced up at the darkening sky. “Where should we hide out?” he asked, his eyes scanning the streets as he tried to determine the best place for the two of you to wait out the rain. “There’s a coffee shop at the end of the block.” he suggested as a light drizzle began to fall from the sky. 

“The storm is supposed to last for hours. If we go to a coffee shop we’ll be stuck there all day.” you said, your breath becoming heavier as you tried to keep up with his long strides. 

“My place is about 3 blocks away.” he offered, nervously. The two of you had gone out on a few dates over the past month; always chatting at restaurants, hiking together outside the city, stealing kisses like middle schoolers in the back of the movie theater. You had never truly spent time together in private. You had really enjoyed getting to know Auston over that time and were more than ready to spend more time together; alone.

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Uhhh I kinda got smacked around by some inspiration for a VLD fic, of all things?  


“I wanted to see how you two were doing,” Shiro said, collapsing against the counter beside her.  "But, it’s good to get a little quiet.“

Hunk frowned in sympathy.  "They still arguing?”

“Something like that.”  Shiro sighed, kneading his temples.  "I wish I could say it’s surprising, but.  Fire and water are opposites.“

"So are earth and air,” Pidge noted.  "Feel like sparring, Hunk?“

Hunk grinned over his mixing bowl.  "I’m good, but thanks.”

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Things were – bad, before I met you. John’s voice hidden in the crook of Sherlock’s neck. Confession is easier in the dark of the night.  

Sherlock wraps his arm tighter around John’s shoulders. Sour, black grief like oil wells up around his ribs with the memory of John, lost in London, of John, broken and hopeless, of John, unsteady and uncertain on the rain-slick city streets. I know. I saw.

A weak smile against the skin above his collarbone. I know. I thought, afterwards, that maybe that was why you invited me along. On that first case.

It was, Sherlock admits. I was less practiced then. Not used to being with someone. When I realised I’d left you behind I called Mycroft to find you.

John laughs, warm and damp in the heat between their bodies. The ease of it makes Sherlock’s heart start beating again. Should’ve known. How many favors did that cost you?

I’d’ve done anything for you, even then, Sherlock tells him quietly, ignoring the question as he brushes his lips into John’s hair. I’d never felt that way before. I’m afraid I wasn’t very good at showing it. 

John huffs another laugh and then pushes up away from Sherlock’s neck so he can look Sherlock in the eyes, feather-down greys blinking bashful and a bit regretful back at him. He leans in carefully, presses a kiss to each eyelid, to the tip of Sherlock’s nose, to his mouth. To his mouth. Again, to his mouth, all hope and simplicity and happiness. 

You saved my life, John whispers against him, so beautifully alive. I think you did just fine.