Fairy Type. Glamour. Look good and feel great, encourage fear and respect when people see you. This is more about bringing people’s attention to you to make your day better and have people listen to what you have to say, rather than being a curse.
What You’ll Need~
Sigil to respect
Lipstick, in a color that makes you feel fierce
Create your sigil. It should be in a strong color, or one that matches or goes with your makeup if you want to be aesthetically pleasing.
Apply your lipstick, with intent to be noticed, acknowledged, and respected.
Kiss the sigil to charge it, leaving the the lip shaped mark of your makeup.
Go about your day, allowing people to know you’re there and to listen to what you have to say.
You can carry your sigil with you to let it continue to charge throughout the day. When people notice you it can help power your sigil, which in turn will make people notice you.
191-AROMISS [Aroma-Miss] -Grass/Poison -The Carnivorous Plant Pokemon -Ability: Cute Charm/Aroma Veil - Seductress(HA)* -Dex: “This pokemon sits in open fields where it makes sure the sun touches her red hat. Trough a photosynthetic process, it uses solar energy to turn water into a sweet perfume that can be smelled for miles. Due to this, many like to capture them and let them rest in their fields, as both an aromatizer and plague control. ” -Moveset: -Poison Fangs -Sweet Kiss -Clamp -Aromatherapy
–>Evolves after learning Draining Kiss<–
192-VENUISELLE [Venus-Madmoiselle] -Grass/Poison -The Flirteous Pokemon -Ability: Cute Charm/Aroma Veil- Seductress(HA) -Dex: “This pokemon will root itself on open roads, where it will fill the air with a sweet fragrance to attract unsuspecting travelers. Once they are near, this pokemon will lure them with its charming demeanor so they get close, and when they have fallen to its embrace, it closes its trap and devours its prey.” -Moveset: -Power Whip -Crunch -Play Rough -Draining Kiss
*Attacks from a pokemon of the opposite gender make only half the damage
Date a cryptid who brushes the spiders from your hair. Date a cryptid who takes the mold in your bathtub with her when she goes down the drain. Date a cryptid whose kisses drain the muck in your soul. Date a cryptid who flies home with the dust under your bed in the morning light. Date a cryptid who leaves you pure
How would jeongguk and jimin react if you were there girlfriend and they were snooping on your phone and finding that you have over 100 photos of jimin (if you are jungkooks) and vice versa? Do you think they'd make you delete it haha 😂😂
Jungkook would be so shocked to find so many pictures of Jimin on your phone. He wouldn’t even tell you to delete them because he’d delete them himself. XD Once you get your phone back, you’d just be surprised to find it completely Jimin-less with a whole bunch of selcas from your boyfriend Jungkook.
He’d even set up one as your wallpaper with a banner that says:
I LOVE ONLY JUNGKOOKIE. <3
You’d just laugh at his childishness and the text he sends you just make you love him even more:
I expect an apology and a whole lot of kisses when I get back. - from your bf who should only be on your camera roll. xoxo
Jimin would ask you with an incredulous expression on his face: “Why do you have so many photos of Jungkook?”
“Jimin, I’m an ARMY–”
“That’s not a excuse to have over a 100 of them!” He exclaims as he scrolls through your camera roll, showing you your endless collection of Jungkook photos. “Where are my pictures?”
“Jiminie, I have a folder just for you. And in my defense I have pictures of the other guys too–”
You chuckle at his reaction and give him a kiss on the cheek which calms him down a bit.
“Why are you jealous? I’m already yours aren’t I?”
Jimin smiles then and pecks your nose. “Yeah. Sorry. I’m just–” He huffs. “But you can’t let the others see this okay?”
“Cause they’ll never let me live it down, Y/N. They’d tease me to death.”
“Aww I’ll protect my, Jiminie~”
“You know what? Why don’t we just delete–”
Jimin pauses, suspicious as to why you just agreed without a fight. He looks at you then, half glaring.
“You have a back up, don’t you?”
And you just laugh and pepper his face with kisses, which drains all the jealousy from his system instantly as he succumbs to your embrace.
Whipped Jiminie is my fave concept. <3 Hope you liked this!
Magick, joy, passion, love, the realm of emotions, trickery, mischief, playfulness, lightheartedness, silliness, beauty, attraction, the sensual/the senses (sight, touch, taste, smell, and sound), glamour, performance, song, art, the mastering of one’s craft, fantasy/detachment from reality, legends and myths, life force, the soul, mystery, the weird and the strange.
Fairy Pokémon are emotional beings. Sylveon has the ability to calm emotions with its ribbons. Cutiefly can detect the brightness of auras and tend to gather around strong emotions, and Ribombee’s pollen has soothing effects. Togekiss is drawn to peace and avoids strife. The move Charm can make opponents less wary.
They’re also sensual and aesthetic beings, very focused on beauty, attraction, and the delighting of senses. A lot of Fairy Pokémon are associated with beauty (Gardevoir, Florges, Alolan Ninetales) and cuteness (Jigglypuff, Clefairy, Whimsicott). Many Fairy moves (Baby-Doll Eyes, Charm, Draining Kiss) are about appearing more attractive and gaining affection in battle. A lot of Fairy types are also strongly associated with different sensory capabilities. For sound and sight, there’s singing, dancing, sparkling, looking pretty, having cute cries. But for other senses there’s also a lot: Aromatic Mist is a Fairy move, Comfey’s flowers smell nice and relax people, Spritzee and Aromatisse are based off perfume and plague doctors who had aromatic items in their masks, Swirlix produces cotton candy flavored threads and Slurpuff can smell so well that it’s often employed by chefs to help with cooking, and many many Fairy Pokémon are very fluffy and invite you to pet their soft fur.
Art, performance, song, play, and the creative aspects of life are all tied to Fairy type. Mina, the Fairy trail captain, is a daydreaming artist covered in paint. Mime Jr. and Mr. Mime are both based on clowns/mimes, playful and silly performance artists. The Fairy move Disarming Voice is a “charming cry” and some notable singers are Fairy type (Primarina, Jigglypuff.) Previously mentioned, Slurpuff helps chefs with their craft. Creating, playing, enjoying hobbies and passions. The only Physical Fairy move, and one of the most aggressive Fairy type moves, is Play Rough, which despite being an attack is still associated with play.
Fairy type is strongly tied to life force. The Pokémon symbolizing Life, Xerneas, is a Fairy type. The emotional auras that some Fairy types can see are associated with living beings and the energy they give off. Shiinotic feeds off life energy (Shiinotic is one of the scarier Fairy types…) Even Fairy types that are not also Grass type are still heavily associated with plants like flowers, which symbolizes their great life force. The Florges line and Comfey are not Grass type, yet they are heavily connected to flowers. Magearna has the ability Soul-Heart which increases its power whenever someone else faints.
Fairy types have a lot in common with Ghost types. Both are associated with magick, an often mischievous playfulness and penchant for tricks, are mysterious in nature, and are powered by strong emotions, (although the types of emotions in general are very different across the board if you compare the two types.) They seem to generally have less ill intentions on the whole than Ghost types, but there are a few exceptions, notably Shiinotic. The fae are multifaceted, just like ghosts, and can have a variety of intentions despite generalizations of the type. But seriously Shiinotic are really scary.
Also somewhat similarly to Ghost type, Fairy type is often associated with strangeness and being detached from reality. Many Fairy types seem almost unreal or the things of legends. Mina (Trail captain) and Valerie (gym leader) are two Fairy type trainers who are very spacey and seem to exist in their own world. The fairytale girl trainer class seems to be more preoccupied with fantasy than reality. Sometimes it’s good to live in your own world and live life on your own wavelength, but sometimes Fairy fans might need to check in with what’s going on around them every now and again.
This is the third entry in my Magickal Properties series! Thanks for all the support so far!
Set up: for whatever reason your heart desires, Kylo Ren has joined you on your visit home while on leave from your duties with the First Order. I decided your home planet to be Naboo; it’s beautiful and looks like an expensive place to live. Your family is very wealthy, but he didn’t know that until shortly before your arrival. You are just waking after your first night home….
Kylo Ren x female reader, oral sex, sex, light bondage, light power play, bipolar cinnamon roll. (And woo hoo my first smut piece…kinda embarrassing but here we go..)
The sun filtered in through small openings in the heavy drapes that covered the windows in your bedroom. You looked at the early morning view of grassy expanse lined by ancient trees, and the pool of water just before it all creating an illusion that all this natural beauty floats upon it’s surface. Yes, it was good to be on leave in your luxurious family estate back on Naboo. The soft bed and pillows beneath you were a dream, the golden brocade canopy over the hardwood bed, glorious. Everything here was colorful and inviting. Soft and welcoming.
A Cheshire grin spread across your face as you turned away from the window to look at the sleeping tempest beside you. Yep, still there. Cocky thing invited himself into your room last night for his own pleasure, despite the fact that your entire family was sleeping relatively close by, and the servants - droid and human - could have been anywhere. Not that you were complaining or surprised by the boldness of his intrusion. No, it was quite pleasurable, indeed. Though it agitated you that when it came down to it, you were merely Ren’s plaything, you dismissed the notion as soon as it came. Psycho tyrant that he was, he treated you with relative care. And by the Gods was he beautiful - and skilled as well.
Kylo Ren actually looked at peace when he was sleeping. His expression soft, his dark hair falling around his face, and his deep slow breaths brought a feeling of your own serenity as you watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful you had decided not to wake him, until he rolled over onto his back and you saw his erect penis lifting the sheets above it. You wanted it. In your mouth specifically, and decided it would be a delicious way to rouse him. Slowly, you pulled the sheets back revealing his muscular form and his swollen sex. You carefully crawled into a position straddling one of his legs that was bent over to the side giving you a comfortable place to admire him and the perfect position to taste his cock that was standing straight up, with the slightest bit of pre-come atop it’s head.
You started with that. Gently licking the bit of salty fluid up with your tongue and then alternating between kissing the tip and sucking on it with your hand firmly wrapped around the base. He moaned in his sleep, and you could see he was waking. That’s when you took it all into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around your teeth you took him in and out, swirling your tongue at the tip and then coming back down to the base. He was so large that his head hit the back of your throat without even being all the way in, so you had to relax your throat and work against the reflex to gag. Changing up your technique, you used your hands and mouth as you continued to work him in a steady rhythm. He moaned and opened his eyes, his face looking confused.
“Y/n, what the fuck?” He didn’t sound upset, far from it in fact, but you paused anyway looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. A moan escaped him as he reached down and pressed your mouth back around him. “I didn’t mean stop,” he said, wrapping your hair around his hand to take control.
His grasp was tight as he greedily fucked your face. It didn’t take much longer for him to come. You could feel his cock throb as his seed shot into your mouth, but you kept going, and he kept coming. Another shot, and then another, his sex still throbbing and stiff between your lips.
By now there was an ache between your legs. The sensation of having Kylo’s dick in your mouth was incredibly arousing, and making him come pleased you as well. It was as if you had been teased almost to the point of orgasm just by giving head.
Although he had come, he was still aroused, and swiftly turned you onto your side. You propped yourself up with your arm as he raised your top leg straight up near his face. He slid the head of his cock in between your folds and you could now feel how utterly wet you were. Sliding his organ against the outside of your slit made you insane with lust. Every time his soft flesh hit your clit, you let out a tiny moan of desperation.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” you demanded, although your voice didn’t have much strength in it. It was more akin to begging, actually. Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but roll your hips as he slid against you, trying in vain to get him inside you. He looked down on you with a malevolent grin as you felt a firm pressure push you down against the mattress and lock your hips in place. You struggled against the invisible restraints to no avail making your arousal soar in turn. He had complete control of your body and your senses, and he knew it. “Look at you,” he was taunting, condescending even, “I can feel how bad you want it.” You tried to reply but your jaw was locked too. “You’re so devoted, so desperate,” he mused and almost laughed as you lay there humiliated, exposed, and yearning for release. He could feel every emotion, hear every thought. Your eyes rolled back as you let your mind and body yield to his control. You became nothing but the ache between your legs longing for release.
Finally, he thrust his sex inside you. The loud slap of his flesh slamming against yours filled your ears. His grip on your ankle was tightening and the pressure pinning you in place was building. The angle he held you in allowed him to penetrate you deep and hard. Moaning through clenched teeth you began to contract around him, and your body began to shudder. “Not yet, my little slut,” he ordered, but you pleaded with your mind as loud as you could. “Not yet….”
Closing your eyes you did all you could to hold back your orgasm, but he wasn’t making it easy. You kept holding on for what seemed like an eternity, and then (fucking finally), “Come for me, y/n,” he commanded. You could see in his face that he was coming again as well. “Come for me…”
Your jaw released and you couldn’t even form a proper word. You came hard, so intense that your entire body was flushed with pleasure. Your heart was exploding inside your chest with every beat, dazed from it’s exertion. He released the rest of your body and you threw yourself up, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Despite the control he took, and your humiliation that he had reveled in, there was sincere passion as he kissed you back. He ran his hands through your hair and grazed your cheek with the back of his hand. He was careful as you came down from the intensity of your experience, still breathing heavily and feeling satisfied, yet drained. He kissed you, held you, let you come back together.
After a while, you exhaled deeply, coming fully into the present. All this time, Kylo had patiently held you, dutifully tending to you as you came out of the depths of complete surrender. Devotion, he had called it.
“Breakfast?” He asked.
“Breakfast,” you agreed. Now that he had called attention to it, you realized you were quite hungry.
“You are so spoiled,” he said as you rolled to the edge of the bed and pulled on the heavy cord that would alert the servant droids that you were awake.
“Perhaps, but that just let’s the maids know I will be coming down for breakfast. My lady’s maid will be here soon to help me dress for the day which means you need to get back to your room. If you don’t alert the staff that you’re up, before long they’ll come knocking.”
“Spoiled rotten,” he huffed and got out of the bed. “Lady’s maid? I didn’t think they even existed anymore.”
“Well, lucky for me, they do. You’ll have a valet to assist you too if you’d like. You’re entitled to all the amenities of the estate while you’re here, you know.”
“I don’t require assistance,” his tone cold. Bitter.
“Okay, Ren, as you wish,” you said lightly as you headed towards the refresher. He glared at you momentarily before leaving, giving you an ice cold shoulder as he left.
“No, Harry! I can not believe you would do something like that!” I yell angrily, picking up my pace so that he won’t catch up to me.
“Stop fucking turning your back on me!” Harry growls, grabbing my hand so that he can force me to face him.
I rip my hand out of his grip, grunting in the process. I give him a look of hatred, because that’s all I feel towards him right now. I can give him a look hard enough to burn his insides.
“Yes, darling, because when my boyfriend desides to fucking yell out every single god damn problem we have in this relationship in front of all of our closest friends, I’m supposed to walk your way and say ‘thank you’? Good try.”
I huff at him before stomping away. I feel so humiliated I could hide under bedrock until my death day. I can’t believe he would tell everyone what’s going wrong in our relationship in the middle of an elegant dinner. He knows how I feel about our private lives, yet this is what he decides to do. Of course it had to be at a fancy dinner also, where all of our closest friends spent months planning.
“Y/n! Stop walking away from me and talk to me about this! Be fucking mature for once!"
I stop in the middle of the road, looking both ways before turning back around. I can feel my heart pumping venom into my blood, flowing into my veins. Everything inside of me is boiling, and I’m willing to explode every last bit upon him.
"Be mature?! Me?! I’m the one being immature? Last time I checked, whining like a little girl about how imperfect life can be and how your girlfriend can be so damn naggy all the time, and how sodamn frustrating she could be like a damn 3 year old makes someone f—"
"Y/N! WATCH OUT!” Harry screams.
His entire face turns pale and his eyes are pooling over with tears.
“What?” I ask
Before I can even look around me, I feel myself being flown into the air, and everything turning black.
I’m awoken with a struggle—a struggle of fighting for breath and a struggle to move. I can hear harsh cries above me, and I try desperately to move, but my entire body seems to be paralyzed.
I peel my eyes open with force, and as I try to move my head to look around, I feel a pair of hands squeezing my head.
“Baby” Harry whispers, keeping my head on his leg as he kneels behind me.
He’s holding my head in his hands, petting my cheek while he cries harshly. I try to look around, but everything is blurry and I can’t see anything besides Harry’s worried look.
I begin to panic. My breathing is lacked, and I’m in so much pain I feel like I’m being held down my knives. I have no idea what’s happening or how I ended up here, but all I know is that I’m relieved Harry is here.
“Harry? Harry?! What’s going on?!” I panic.
He looks down at me, his stomach making contact with my head as his face coming closer to me. Tears are running down his face rapidly, dropping onto my chin.
“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine. Don’t worry, baby."
I gulp, nodding my head, but even that increases the pain around my body. My entire upper body is throbbing, random shots of pain intensifying every couple of seconds, and my waist feels crushed.
"Harry,” I cry, trying to find a part of him to hold, “I can’t feel my legs. I can’t feel my legs. Oh, no. Oh, please, no.”
I forcefully lift my head up, because I need to know how fucked up my body is. However, Harry quickly forces my head back down on his leg, shaking his head vigorously.
“No. No. Don’t. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.” He sobs, forcing a small smile.
My body shakes nervously, shock convulsing my body. Harry notices, and rubs my cheeks with the pads of his thumb. He’s mumbling quiet “It’s okay”’s under his breath against my cheek.
But I’m not. I know I’m not.
With all the strength I have, I lift my hand up so that I can inspect it. Blood. All I see is blood. Blood dripping off my hand onto my clothes. Blood running down onto my arm. My skin is damaged so bad that I can see bone through the scrapes. My heart stops beating for a moment, and there’s an image in my head of what the rest of my body could look like.
“Oh God! Oh God!” I sob, screaming as loud as I can. “I’m gonna to die! I’m gonna to die!"
Harry grabs my hand and forces it back down onto the ground.
”No, Y/n. No. You’re going to be alright. The ambulance is going to come any second and they’re going to get you out of here.“
"I’m in so much pain, Harry. I’m in so much pain.” I sob, my face scrunching as harsh cries escape me.
I have never felt so weak before. Everything is taking over my body and it’s all becoming stronger than me.
“I know baby, I know. I wish this was me. I would give anything for me to take your pain.” He weeps.
He places his forehead against mine, whispering sweet nothings in my hair.
“I’m so sorry, my baby. You know I love you. I’m so sorry, you can do this baby. I know you can. Just breathe. In and out. Breathe for me."
Despite all the excruciating pain, I’m able to calm down to Harry’s voice. He always knows exactly what to do to trigger me into being calm, and in moments like this I could never be more thankful.
From a distance, I’m able to hear the ambulance turning onto the street. My eyes opens in hope, grateful that the position I’m isn’t going to trap me forever.
"Hear that? You’ll be out before you kn—."
I cut him off with an ear piercing scream wrecking from my throat. I have feeling again in my legs, but they feel like they’ve been crushed. I can feel the shattered bones, the dislocations in my knees. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before, and being in the condition I’m in, I don’t know if my body can take it.
"Oh shit” Harry whispers.
“Alright baby just hang in there alright? Shit. I need you to grab my hands and squeeze as hard as you can for me, okay? But you can’t look, do you hear me? Keep your head on my leg.” He instructs.
I nod as I groan, my teeth squeezing together from trying to hold back my screams.
Harry reaches for both my hands, interlocking our fingers, my blood spreading all over his hands. He keeps his eyes straight into mine, looking at me with so much love. His thumbs continuously rubs the back of my hand.
“Count the stars for me. Can you do that for me?"
I try as hard as I possibly can to see the sky clearly, but my tears make it impossible.
Harry opens his mouth to say something, but is interupted by ambulences and paramedics pulling over to where we are.
A whole bunch of people seem to emerge from every vehicle. It finally hits me how serious the situation is. It all starts hitting me at once. My body begins to convulse, and my chest tightens to the point where I’m gasping for air. My head is throbbing with so much intensity I feel like my mind will explode.
"Hey, baby, breathe. Breathe. Everything’s going to be okay."
I shut my eyes tight, thrashing my head against his leg.
"You keep saying that but I—I feel like I’m going to die."
He shakes his head vigorously, squeezing my hands gently in his before planting a small kiss on my forehead.
"You can do this. I know you can do this because you are my girl. I fell in love with you because you are the strongest person I know. You’re my girl, and I know you can do this."
Through my pain, and through my nerves that seems to be completely taking over my body, I smile. Just the slightest bit.
A group of paramedics rushes to my side, sitting down on their knees to get a better look at me.
"Sir, I need you to tell me what happened."
"Y/n and I we—we were just walking down the street b—but she started to walk away from me, and before I knew what was happening sh—she was flying in air and landed here. She went unconscious for a couple minutes.” Harry tries to get out through his tears.
One of the paramedics nods, writing down important information before sliding her clipboard away from her.
“I’m going to need you to stay very very still for me Y/n, you’re doing great. This is Doctor Riley, he is going to get you out of this mess so we can send you to the hospital, alright? Just stay still and you’ll be okay."
I nod, laying my head comfortably on Harry’s lap. He looks down at me, giving me a smile. I slowly smile back, closing my eyes with emotion.
I’m about to pull him down for a kiss when one of the paramedics uses a machine to cut through something. Little flames and smokes of heat surround me. My eyes widen with fear.
"Harry, what are they doing?” I panic.
Hey quickly grabs my face again, preventing me from lifting my head.
“They’re getting you out so that you won’t be trapped her anymore, alright? You’re so strong, baby."
I place my hand on his cheek, squeezing his flesh between my fingers. It was always something I had done to him, a way of showing my love to him. I always find an excuse to touch his face whenever I feel like this. He always makes me feel like the happiest woman on the planet, and even here, when the unimaginable is happening, he still manages to keep me hopeful.
"I love you so much, Harry"
He smiles, kissing my forehead one last time before mumbling a quiet "I love you more."
"Miss. Y/n, I’m going to remove the part of the car that’s on top if you, okay?You might feel pain, but you might not. If you feel any sort of pain or discomfort, please squeeze onto something so that you can let it out, alright? You are doing absolutely perfect Y/n, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about."
Harry immediately leans foward again so that all my attention is fully on him. His face is wet, and there’s blood stains all over his cheeks, and even though he’s trying to act strong for me, his tears were still evident, and his his complexion is drained.
He kisses my lips gently, squeezing my hand.
“I love you with all my heart.”
And he begins to sing my favorite song quietly to me. His voice is the only beautiful thing in this moment, and I find myself getting lost in his voice.
of a simple human emotion
weighs me down
More than the tank ever did
it’s determined and demanding
to ache, but I’m okay…
And I don’t want to let this go
I don’t want to lose control
I just want to see the stars with you
And I don’t want to say goodbye
someone tell me why
Request : “Could you do one based off of like I’m gonna loose you by Megan trainer with Crowley? Like the reader has a nightmare about Crowley leaving her and she wakes up in tears which wakes Crowley up and there can be some fluff, but then she thinks that he is still gonna leave her so some sweet and loving smut happens. Sorry to be so specific!! Thanks!! Also, is there anyway you could keep me anonymous? Thanks!”
Warnings : Reader has a nightmare, fluffy smut, unprotected sex
His eyes were cold as he looked back at you and you had never felt so weak, so helpless in your entire life. You were watching your whole world crumble around you and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it. His mind was set.
“It has to be this way.” Crowley said simply, turning his back on you and walking towards the door of the home you shared together. You shook your head in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening.
“No, no, it doesn’t.” Tears were running down your face as you tried to reason with him. “Crowley, please, don’t do this to me.” You felt so pathetic, begging him to stay, but what else could you do? You would be lost without him.
“Cmon, (Y/n), you always knew this would happen eventually. How could it not? You’re only human.”
You blinked up at the ceiling and you could feel the tears on your face as they slipped down your cheeks. You felt Crowley’s arm draped over your stomach as he slept soundly. You couldn’t help it; you began to sob at the memory of your nightmare. It was all true. It may not have happened yet, but it would eventually.
“(Y/n)? Darling, what’s wrong?” Crowley was sitting up now, wide awake at the sight of you upset. He didn’t wait for you to answer before pulling you against his chest, trying to calm you down. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can help, pet.”
“Y-You left.” You chocked out, new tears forming in your eyes and you felt his arm tighten around you.
“(Y/n), I wouldn’t be able to function a day without you. You’re everything to me.” He promised, whispering in your ear.
“I’m only human.” You muttered back and he let out a breath. “You couldn’t possibly want to stay here with me. I-I’m a fleeting life, and you’re.. you’re perfect.” You felt so drained. Crowley kissed your neck lovingly, drawing a small sigh from your lips.
“You’re the only person alive to ever describe me as perfect, love.” He chuckled in your ear. “Did you know that I didn’t believe in true love until I met you?” His lips were exploring your exposed skin. You shook your head, tilting it to the side so he had more access. “I didn’t think it was possible to truly love someone so much, but then I saw you.” Crowley laid you down on your back, hovering over you, rubbing up your sides. “I saw you with those Winchesters and I thought you were the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth.” His hand slipped under the waistband of your panties before tugging them all of the way down. “But of course, I soon found out you weren’t just made up of beauty.”
“Crowley,” You almost whined as he lifted your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor.
“I remember the first time I ever made you laugh. I knew I wanted to hear it again, and again, and again, for the rest of my life.” He held your hands in his, above your head as he lined himself up at your entrance. “You’re the one for me. It’s always been you. It always will be you.” He thrusted into you slowly, drawing a sigh of pleasure from your parted lips. “You’re so beautiful, so intelligent, so kind.” Crowley was uttering against your lips as he moved his hips, going deeper with every thrust.
“Oh my.. Oh Crowley..” You moaned, arching your back. You looked up into his eyes and you swore you could see every ounce of love he had for you. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that all he had said to you was nothing but the truth. “I love you.” You gasped and Crowley hit a sweet spot deep inside of you, over and over again.
“I love you.” He replied, followed by a groan as your walls began pulsating around his hard cock. His thrusts started to speed up, your moans became louder, and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately before giving one hard thrust had you coming around him. You moaned into his mouth, rolling your hips against his, bringing on his own orgasm. “(Y/n), (Y/n)…” He was gasping your name against your lips as he came inside of you. Once the both of you had come down from your highs, Crowley began kissing random parts of your face; your forehead, your cheek, your nose. You giggled when he kissed the side of your mouth and he smiled against your lips. “I’m so lucky I have you..”
Authors Note : Thank you for the request! I enjoyed writing this! I hope it’s what you had in mind.
My mother tells me we are adorable,
Your father doesn’t think so.
We are both.
Tragic and alive,
Heroic and dying,
Powerfull and drained.
Yet we do not care, not at all.
You live like there’s no tomorrow
and i hold onto your hand like
it’s about to fall off.
We could end the world if we wanted to,
Burn it all down or sweep the cities off the map and down the drain.
Kiss me slowly, love me louder.
Let’s set this love on fire and hope
it’ll keep us warm through our coldest
and darkest nights.
Guide me home even if you don’t have a license for driving me as crazy as you do.
Fly me up that mountain and watch the apocalypse of our minds with me,
dive down with me to our own atlantis in hopes it’ll rise above the water someday.
I write “i missed you” but i really mean that i’ve never felt this way before.
Instead, lets make flowers bloom on rooftops, colour the clouds and turn
these streets into our canvas,
let our love be the paint, the city will look more than beautiful.
Let’s travel in time and watch ourself
do the most embarrasing things and then laugh about it, let us go back to a time when butterflies where so huge
we could fly away on them.
We, my dear,
were made for things like this.
We were not born to go to school and sleep longer than seven hours a night.
We were created for something
better, bigger. Maybe this love is what we were made for.
If so, please never stop existing.
Request: Can you do a SiriusxReader one shot where you babysit baby Harry? And it would be really cute and fluffy. And he talks about having kids with Y/N. Please and thank you.
A/N: this is surprisingly fluffy, but it does feature baby Harry. So, this is a pretty cute fic, and I love writing for Sirius, so thank you for this one-shot. The gif below belongs to the rp blog @asktheboywholived which is run by TT Bret - check it out, honestly one of the best portrayals of the character, (which TT claims to be due to lighting and make up, but I think we all know it’s actually magic. You’re not fooling anyone, mate.) Also, I know there are tattoos, but Black in the movies has tattoos, and so he must have had them done at some point because I highly doubt that dementors know their way around a tattoo gun.
“Hey,” You grinned as the door opened, revealing Lily opening the door with a giggling Harry on her hip.
He laughed when he saw you, reaching out for you. You chuckled as you stepped into the house, taking off your coat quickly before taking Harry from his frazzled mother.
“Hey, buddy,” You smiled at him, “Go, finish getting ready, Lily.”
“Thank you,” Lily smiled, kissing your cheek before hurrying up the stairs.
“Hey, Potter.” You smirked as you walked into the living room, where James was struggling to knot a tie in front of the mirror that hung above the fireplace.
“Hey, Y/N,” He grinned at you in the mirror, “Is she almost ready?”
Bela Kiss was a Hungarian serial killer who killed 23 women and one man. He then pickled their bodies in wooden barrels.
Kiss would prey on women advertising in the dating section of the local newspaper. His victims were mostly widows, who jumped at the chance to go on a date with the most eligible bachelor in town. In 1914, Kiss was drafted into the army to fight in World War 1. When he didn’t return, his landlord decided to clean out his home. He then made the grisly discoveries of 20-something bodies in large barrels, and alerted the authorities.
When the police came and opened them all up properly, they found a woman’s body inside each, preserved in wood alcohol. Eventually, there were a total of 24 barrels recovered, each holding a pickled corpse. Many were naked women with ropes around their necks. Puncture wounds in some of the victims’ necks suggested that they had been drained of blood, earning Kiss the sobriquet of Vampire of Cinkota.
I hear killer Frost sometimes uses kisses to drain heat from others. So im crossing my fingers for a hot FlashFrost kiss.
Maybe Barry will like it, you know seeing past the heat draining part, and go back to earth 1 for the real thing *nudge, nudge, wink, wink*.
And I fought Drake, the dragon type Elite 4 member with Rage. Rage is hasty, holding a Kings Rock. His move set is Magical Leaf, Draining Kiss, Dazzling Gleam, and Psychic. Rage’s ability is Synchronize.