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Obey (Sub!Jimin Smut)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (Mother Mary help)

Warnings: SMUT DEAR GOD SMUT, dirty talk, Sub!Jimin, Dom!Reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, ass play, swearing, bondage

Word Count: 5586

Wow okay so I read @seokvie‘s and @btssmutgalore‘s sub!Jimin fics and they inspired me to write my own. I’m decently proud of this, considering I have 0 experience writing something like this. Thank you to @jin-oppa for gushing about this topic with me and @fortheloveofsuga for just being a good person in general.


Many would look at your boyfriend’s sharp jaw, thickly muscled thighs, and chiseled face and assume that he was dominant in bed. Rough, even. Jimin did, indeed, carry himself with straight shoulders and his head held high–long legs carrying him confidently across the room as his dark eyes zeroed in on something in the distance. He would present you out in public as if you were a work of art, his thick hand pressed into the small of your back and his full lips grazing your temple. If ever any other man raked their eyes down your body, his warm eyes would harden to stony obsidian orbs–either lowering his hand to rest on your ass or keeping direct eye contact with the potential threat as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your neck. Your boyfriend dominated you in romance, indeed. But you had a secret.

Park Jimin was not dominant in the bedroom.

He would occasionally play the dom role, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he rammed into you from behind–leanly muscled chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you to growl obscenities in your ear through gritted teeth. When he was angry, he would pull your hair and bring you so close to the edge that you could feel yourself beginning to tip over, just before he would yank you back again. But that was only when he was so furious that he was seeing red.

Most of the time, he preferred to wholeheartedly submit himself to you. He thrived off of your praise, the little phrase “Good boy” nearly flinging him off the edge and into an orgasm any time you breathed the words into his hair. He loved to be tied up, and teased, and spanked until he was begging you to let him cum. He adored it when you tortured him with sucking on his cock long past he was finished, the mixture of pain and pleasure drawing him nearer to yet another release.

It wasn’t always so extreme, but there were nights when he needed to be controlled and you needed to control him.

Tonight was one of those nights.

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R I C H I E  -  T O Z I E R

 “welcome to the losers club, asshole!”


where is my mind - pixies 

jacked up - weezer

adult diversion - alvvays

talk too much - coin

video killed the radio star - the buggles

holding on - the war on drugs

sleep in the heat - pup

tongue tied - grouplove

out of my league - fitz and the tantrums

blonde blood - boyscott

feeling - coin

trouble - cage the elephant

africa - toto

i am the walrus - the beatles

When the lights are off and his tank has the blue light on is when Moxie gets the most active 💙. It’s so calming to watch him swim. Since he’s right next to my bed I like to watch him whenever my insomnia kicks up.
(Also please ignore the sound of my cat morosely licking his empty bowl. Don’t be fooled he got fed an hour ago)

Only Hope

Per this post and this other post - for @bonnie-wee-swordsman​ and @kalendraashtar​ (even though I could never rival their mastery of Outlander fic, I did a thing…)

The dank prison cell rustled and heaved slightly with the coughs and snores and groans of its inmates. Jamie tugged the rough blanket tighter around his shoulders, turning to face the heat of the peat fire.

It was the witching hour. It had to be. Because she was there with him.

He had awakened after a fitful sleep, sure that it was her arm around his middle, clasping his own hand. He could feel her breath, warm and light, on his neck. He had smiled, holding her hand to him, before waking in the hell that was Ardsmuir.

How long had it been? How old was the bairn now?

Casually wiping away the tear that trickled down his cheek, he only succeeded in smudging the dirt already present. Staring at him across the cell was Murtagh. Jamie wanted to feel embarrassed for this momentary lapse, but he was to tired and heartsick to manage it.

He shook his head, curling further inwards. His godfather clambered over the dozing bodies that crept ever closer to the fire for warmth. He sat next to Jamie and gazed into the flames.

“Aye, lad. I ken well what ails ye.” Murtagh picked at a spot on his bedraggled shirt and tossed it into the hearth.

“Why don’t ye tell me, since ye seem so keen and all.” Jamie gave up on sleep and straightened up; the blanket a poor substitute for his wife’s body heat.

“’Tis the lass. It gets ye in the wee sma’s, that fierce longing that gnaws and aches like a knife in yer guts.”

Jamie swallowed. He remembered his godfather had loved and lost, once upon a time. “It does, that.”

“Does it help… perhaps… to think that she’s nae dead, but simply gone?” Murtagh’s cough flared up, and Jamie pounded him on the back. “Through the stones?”

“Gone. Aye.”

“In her time—ye said. There’s food and peace and clean water. She’d be well cared for.”

“I hope so. That’s why I bade her go back.” Jamie hesitated. “Her and the bairn.”

Murtagh’s eyes grew wide. “Bairn?”

Jamie scrubbed at his face with his grimy hand, willing the knot in his throat to dissolve. “She was with child. She was starving with the rest of the army, pale, weak, and pregnant.” He cleared his throat. “We didnae think—after Faith. We never dared hope.” So the words he had held so dear to his heart for years, finally escaped with a shaking breath and betrayed the despair that held him fast.

“If she is in the future, as ye say, with physicians to tend to her—would she be alright?” Murtagh laid his hand lightly on Jamie’s shoulder, willing him comforted.

“I pray. Every moment. Even though I have no way of knowing. I pray she might be safe, her and the child.”

His godfather’s hand squeezed gently. “Then so will I.”

Ignoct Masterpost

Heaven of Cut Stars Series

Defy the Stars
Rating: Explicit
Status: In-Progress
Summary: Ignis is given an Omen of the Stars. 

Now, armed with the knowledge of living through a world of unending night, there are choices to be made. Given the chance to change fate, Ignis will go to war with even the Gods to keep Noctis safe.

Melinoë
Rating: Teen
Warning: Not actually Ignoct, but world-building
Summary: "His name was Regulus, the little king.

Ardyn had loved him, cherished him, worshipped him as any man would. Devotion in its highest form, in the form of the love a father could only have for his firstborn son. Even his Selene, his sweet Selene, was no comparison. She, whose face held the dawn in the dimple of her cheeks, held no sway to the little king.“

In which a moral and good man is made into a monster.

A King’s Wizard
Rating: Teen
Summary: Ignis deals with the Crown Prince’s plans for a Halloween party, all the while dealing with his impending nuptials to the Countess Marilynn. Emotions bite more than gravel to the skin. If you listen closely enough, deep inside the little box where Ignis hides his feelings away from prying eyes, you can hear him screaming. 

A story of love and dreams, but also of the frailty of hope.

Sacramentum
Rating: Teen
Summary: "No, Ignis. You must promise this to me as a man to another, a man who is the father of the one you hold so dear." 

Ignis makes a promise to King Regis after the arrival of a foe in the room where the walls smell of death and the marble reminds him of childhoods long gone.

Chapter Fics

The Blood of Kings
Rating: Mature
Summary: Regis had a short affair with a married Lady Scientia, and while he cares for Ignis it was vital that no one ever suspect that Ignis is a royal bastard. If it came out it would muddy the line of succession and that would be disasterous with the crystal needing to be bound to his heir and the war with Nifheim heating up. 

So instead he ties Ignis to Noctis as an advisor, ensuring Ignis gets some of the deference he’s due. Nobody expected Ignis and Noctis to fall in love.

"This was his sin, and this was his punishment.”

Roads
Rating: Gen
Summary: Perhaps it was the magic of the Crystal inside it, but the Regalia… The Regalia was always more than a car. Regalia!POV fic (slight mentions of romance.)

There’s a Noctis in My Pocket
Rating: Teen
Status: In-Progress
Summary: Noctis has a very, very nasty run-in with an Imp in the Balouve Mines… and wakes to find either everything has gotten so much bigger… or is it that he’s a whole lot smaller? 

FFXV Kink Meme fill for Noctis getting hit with a Mini Spell. Oh, sweet Etro, help him.

To the Moon and Stars
Rating: Gen
Status: In-Progress
Summary: A series of drabbles focusing on the relationship between Ignis and Noctis as small children. Tooth-rotting fluff.

A Wayward Son
Rating: Explicit
Status: In-Progress
Summary: “I would burn down all of Insomnia for you.”

Noctis Lucis Caelum, the heir of the Lucis Crime Family, is running away from a past that left Insomnia’s Abyss and its people with a noose around their necks. Given a choice between family and morality, he has never known which side to choose. 

Ignis Scientia, the hitman whose name is whispered from only dead men’s lips, is running after Noctis. Given a choice between duty and Noctis, he has always known which side to choose. (Yakuza!inspired Ignoct)

Memory Lane Cafe
Rating: Mature
Status: In-Progress
Summary: Ignis Scientia, owner of Memory Lane Cafe, has been content to watch the world pass him by with his one good eye. When a strangely familiar young man wanders into his cafe while looking for his missing cat, Ignis realizes that everything he’s wanted, everything he’s needed, is just a memory away. 

Reincarnation!Coffee Shop AU

A String of Pearls
Rating: Teen 
Status: In-Progress
Summary: At the age of four, Noctis Lucis Caelum disappeared into the sea for seven days. When he returned, the only word he repeated was one he never forgot: Iggy.

A story of a love that traverses time, destinies, Walls, and oceans.(Siren!Ignis/Noctis)

Oneshots

Seeing is Believing 
Rating: Gen
Summary: Noctis gives one last gift to Ignis—his eyes.

Royalty Ride
Rating: Explicit
Summary: (Kink Meme Fill) Noctis somehow finds out that Ignis will occasionally hire prostitutes that look like him. He even has a routine for them: they arrive at the hotel first, hands and knees (because the face is never right) and ready for him, they can moan but not speak (because the voice is never right). So long as they look enough like Noctis from the back it’s ok.

He trades places with the next one so he can finally have Ignis fuck him.

The First
Rating: Gen
Summary: Noctis and Ignis. A throne. A ring. A promise that will last an eternity.

Aquarius
Rating: Teen
Summary: “Ignis, tell me about the stars.”

Ignis tells Noctis the story about Aquarius, the cupbearer of the Gods.

Flagrantiae
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sequel to “Urere Sanguis”

Ignis woke with Noctis’s mouth wrapped around his cock.

It took a moment for Ignis to realize the warm, wet feeling around his dick wasn’t his own hand, caught between his boxer-briefs and searing hot skin. It had happened more than once in the years since Ignis hit puberty; masturbation was part of life, and Ignis had no issues with indulging in it early in the morning when dreams still clung to his senses.

Ever since he was a young man, it had always been one dream. One face, one mouth, one pair of blue eyes gazing up at him through thick black lashes.

Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Rating: Explicit
Summary: This wasn’t a dream. This was real, and the three men were there and their hands were warm and their tongues were blindingly hot, and this was a comfort that Noctis never once dared to expect from the Crystal.

The Crystal gives Noctis one night with the Ignis of his past, his present, and his future. 

Brotherhood!Ignis/FFXV!Ignis/Timeskip!Ignis/Noctis

Like Home
Rating: Gen
Summary: This place, the little hill that looked to the West toward a place that haunted Noctis’s dreams, was a place of solace and comfort to Ignis… 

And of course he would be there. Especially today. 

Noctis takes care of Ignis when Ignis needs him the most.

Mr. Scientia
Rating: Mature
Summary: My will is steel. I shall not bend nor snap. Especially not for this bloody minx. Professor Ignis Scientia receives a rather sordid short story from one Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum.

Garden Green Glow
Rating: Explicit
Summary: “Noct, this is hardly appropriate.”

“Nothing I do is appropriate, Specs.”

During a ball that never seems to end, Noctis and Ignis sneak off to the gardens where positively indecent things occur.

Midnight Moon
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Noctis is a female in this. Don’t bother bitching.
Summary: The wedding between the Princess of Lucis and the King of Tenebrae is set in stone, and yet… Noctis deserves one night, a real wedding night, before she bows her neck at Niflheim’s feet. And Ignis is more than willing to give that to her.

Taste of Metal
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Noctis took as much pleasure as Ignis could give in the twisted desire of metal upon flesh, of the sweet dragging of hard blade against the sensitive skin at Noctis’s back. The red lines were like paint strokes against a pale, perfect canvas. Noctis could not see himself, could not truly understand how beautiful he was laid out against the black silk bedsheets. 

But Ignis wanted to let him know in other ways, even if Noctis could not see. No, it was Ignis’s job to allow Noctis to feel it in every stroke of his blade.

“How does this feel, Noct?" 

Ignis is the master of daggers, and he knows exactly how to use them.

Fraxinea: Of Ash
Rating: Mature
Warning: Ignis/Aranea as well as Ignoct
Summary: Ladies of Accordo are given three offerings in their birthing baths, and Lady Aranea is of no exception. It was too bad she was promised fire and had received only the charred ashes of an ember that had burned too hot for another before being snuffed out in the darkness.

Like Lambs
Rating; Explicit
Warning: Horror; evil!Noctis
Summary: With the dawn rising, Ignis offers something to the crystal… An exchange. (and things are perfect until they aren’t, and the blood red moon begins to sing its sweet promises.)

Urere Sanguis
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Ignis sees the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, a woman who steals his breath away–which is surprising because he has faithfully been in love with his charge since he was a child. He decides to take the jump and approach her, because her silky black hair and red dress that glitters under the lights. She looks so much like his prince….

"You are utterly ravishing, my dear.”

Halo of Lace
Rating: Explicit
Summary: They were such a tiny thing, really–the soft black lace, the nip of fabric, the sweet curve of where it was meant to caress skin like a lover. Petite and delicate, feminine in a way that made Ignis bite the inside of his cheek when he reached down and picked the pair of women’s knickers off Noctis’s floor. 

He could tell they were lightly used, and it hurt more than he wanted to dare admit. They had never made a promise to one another, and the crown prince was eighteen and still learning about his own body and the touch of another.

(As of 10/31/2017)

anonymous asked:

Okay that age gap question has completely peaked my interest and has also made me ponder something and I would love to hear what you think. My question for you lovely is how do you think Scotty would love somebody? What would he be like in a relationship?

Originally posted by captaincrusher

In a word - carefully

Scotty falls in love slowly. 

Scotty freely gives away tiny pieces of his heart, bit by bit, without hesitation, and without thought.

Scotty feels the physical symptoms first - a racing heart, a heated face, a suddenly tied tongue. 

It’s a gradual, gentle thing. 

It comes to him in a sudden rush of clarity, an abrupt awakening, a love so absolute that it’s hardly even a shock to him. Things slide subtly into place, like the snick of a lock, and he accepts it as a simple fact, a foregone conclusion, undeniable, unshakeable.

Scotty mulls on it.

He turns it over in his mind, slowly, deliberately. 

He questions it - not his regard, but what to do about it. He ponders the deep things, the tough things. His hesitation isn’t born from a lack of self esteem, not really. It’s more of an innate selflessness, a burning need to make the right choice, to wait for the right moment, and to proceed for the right reasons. 

Scotty is upfront.

It’s an awkward, endearing sort of confession. He struggles with his words a bit, and his face is flushed, but he keeps steady eye contact, and his voice is sure and soft.

Scotty makes love.

Scotty gives his full attention, devotes his entire being, his heart and soul, in the bedroom. Scotty is focused and patient. Scotty listens, and Scotty learns. Scotty is a murmurer. Scotty keeps his lips on skin and his eyes fluttered shut. Scotty is strong and steady, gentle and warm, but passionate, too, and the sex carries just an edge of burning desperation that drives the experience from romantic to exquisite.

Scotty loves fiercely.

Scotty’s devotion is complete and unchangeable. Scotty pays attention. Scotty choses his words precisely. Scotty revels in the small things, takes joy in the everyday. Scotty teases, and Scotty laughs. Scotty defends his own recklessly. Scotty is more than meets the eye. Scotty is unmovable, his faith unshakeable, his loyalty unconditional.

anonymous asked:

OmegaObiwan who's heat has started and AlphaQuigon who ran late but is here

Slick was dripping of the edge of the chair and Obi-Wan stared at it, taking shallow breaths to try and clear the heat from his head though getting no relief from it as he did. He was only lucky that as avian based species, his captors had no interest in him or his heat and had just tied him up to prevent him from escaping.

If he could, he’d throw his clothes of and try to fill the emptiness inside of himself but perhaps for once he should be grateful for being tied up.

His idea of a good mating was not in a containment cell after he had failed to negotiate with one of the warring sides and been thrown contained into a cell. He had almost managed to escape in the beginning until his heat suddenly kicked in after he had missed out two of his suppressors while in the cells.

Which had left him drained and heat worn.

Which left him in this situation, tied to a chair, slick dripping of the chair and pooling below him, waiting for his mate to rescue him.

Ugh Qui-Gon was never going to let him forget this damn it.

He had a second to pout before he whined and tried to twist out of the restraints and off the chair.

Nothing.

So waiting for his Alpha it was.

He may have either dropped off for sleep or more likely been heat dazed but a sudden sound down the hall alerted him to a change before he felt Qui-Gon and Anakin in the Force, giving a sharp whimper of need.

There was a slight stop, shock lacing the Force before Qui-Gon’s signature was suddenly moving with speed towards him and Anakin’s was lagging behind, a mixture of amusement and shock lacing his signature.

‘Stupid Anakin.’ Obi-Wan sulked before whining when the door suddenly slammed open, Qui-Gon literally barreling into it to get it open.

“Obi-Wan!” The man growled out then moved to him, cutting Obi-Wan from the restraints and hefting him into his arms.

“You’re late.” Obi-Wan rasped out before hiding his face in the others neck where the mans scent was thickets.

“Apologies, it took us two days to realize what had happened.” Qui-Gon was moving. “Need to get you out of here.”

“How is he?” Anakin called out further head of them.

“In heat, what do you think.”

“Sorry sorry! I was just…is he in shock heat yet?”

“Thank Force no. But we need to reach the shuttle an-”

“I don’t need details Master. I’ll stay in the cockpit.”

()()()

“Is there any tea?” Anakin almost jumped out of his skin in shock before turning quickly to see the dishevled redhead standing in the cockpit doorway with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a small smile on his face.

His neck was covered in bites and hickys.

“Are you suppose to be up?” Anakin got up, the seventeen year old taller then Obi-Wan.

“Most likely not. But I got thirsty and we were out of water in the quarters.” The redhead shrugged and shifted out of the way so Anakin could move past him without rubbing up against him. Then he limped after him.

“You sure huh.” He noted.

“A bit. Its…well it got a bit rough since I was so far into my heat already by the time Qui-Gon reached me.”

That got a hum as Anakin found the tea bags out of a cabinet and started making for him.

“He still sleeping?”

“Yes. Or I wouldn’t have been able to leave. I need a damn shower and new clothes.” Obi-Wan sighed.

“True that. And I’m sorry to say we only have teabags.”

“Better then nothing.” The two smiled at each other. “How are you Ani-kit?”

“…I do wish you’d stop calling me that.” The blond muttered, a flush on his cheeks.

“Do you really?” Obi-Wan chuckled.

“…No, not really.”

Obi-Wan would most likely have tried to tease more if muscled arms hadn’t found that moment to wrap around his waist and pull him back against a bare chest. “There you are.” Qui-Gon mumbled, nuzzling at his mate.

“Sorry, got thirsty.” Obi-Wan explained, peering up at the other with a small smile.

“Mmmn, how do you feel?”

“Better thank you. How long until we reach Coruscant?” They both looked to Anakin.

“About a day. I already informed the Council about the negotiation collapsing and the general situation. I think they had a bet on it, because Windu wouldn’t stop muttering and gave Master Koon a credit chip.” The blond mused.

“…Remind me to try and whop Mace ass in the training salle.” Qui-Gon grunted.

“I’ll help.” Obi-Wan sighed.

Accidental Kidnapping

Anonymous asked: Hiya Meg! I’m so excited that you’re writing for The Flash now! Can I request a Leonard Snart fic where the reader, in a strange turn of events, ends up kidnapping(her partners in crime do the kidnapping) Leonard instead of her target. The two have a laugh after everything’s worked out, Leonard asks her out on a date?

Here you go, lovely! I do not own Leonard. He belongs to the creators/writers of The Flash. 

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping/criminal activity, one slight innuendo, a teeny bit of fluff.

Pairings: Leonard Snart/Captain Cold x fem!reader

Originally posted by coldtomyflash

Leonard woke with a pounding headache. The first thing he noticed was that it was mostly dark, so opening his eyes wasn’t a problem. He could see that the room was at least a little nice. The bed was comfortable and the room appeared to be clean, although he couldn’t really tell in the darkened space. The second thing he noticed was that there were people outside the room he was in. One of them, a woman, was yelling.

               "I thought you both were smarter than that! How could you be so stupid?! That is Leonard Snart, not the heir of the company you were supposed to grab! No, you morons had to kidnap Captain freakin’ Cold! Imbeciles!“ Leonard heard muttered apologies and footsteps walking away. Despite the pain in his head, Leonard thought it would be best to try and leave. He got up from the bed and started toward the door. Unfortunately, just as he reached the door, it opened.

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quirkyanya  asked:

How about Betty and Jughead being prefects/head girl & head boy and on patrol duty? :)

Hi! So this is a really cool idea and I hope I do it justice :) Thank you so much for messaging me! 


People often said that that sullen, black-haired Ravenclaw Jones boy was a poor choice for one of the Heads. They whispered about his father, the ex-Death Eater, and how much he resembled him.

Betty Cooper, however, was not one of these people. She had long ago become deaf to those rumors and opinions that circulated through Hogwarts like an infection. When she looked at Jughead Jones, all she saw was his kind, intelligent eyes and the gentle soul within them.

It was a wonderful, summery day when it happened. The Great Lake shone like a mirror, the Giant Squid sometimes surfacing from it’s depths to shake hands with students. Students sat outside, enjoying the warm weather, chatting lazily beneath green leaves, socks stuffed in shoes. Betty and Jughead, however, were stuck inside the walls of Hogwarts, begrudgingly patrolling the halls for their Head duties.

“No one’s even here!” Betty cried indignantly, dragging her feet. “We should be outside with the rest of the school. If anyone breaks any school rules WE’RE going to have hell to pay for not supervising. What are the professors even thinking?”

“Teachers have never been very good with logic and reasoning,” Jughead said, a little smirk playing at edges of his lips. “Anyway don’t you like the quiet? No rowdy quidditch players or overzealous cheerleaders trying to drown the school in prep. It’s nice.”

Betty elbowed him. “Hey, I’m one of the overzealous cheerleaders. And I’d rather be out in the sun with the fresh air. The school’s so old and dusty and stale. Sometimes I need a break.” She glanced longingly out the windows, the clear blue sky taunting her.

Jughead smiled. He liked the way her face looked in that moment; bathed in sunlight, her green eyes sparkling. Sometimes he would try and imagine Betty in the moonlight, the stars blazing behind her. He would imagine that even the darkest night could be brightened by Betty Cooper, with her bright yellow hair and wide, shining smile. Jughead was convinced that she had some kind of never-before-seen magic that allowed her to brighten a room with just a smile. But Betty belonged in the sun. If he could’ve, Jughead would have given her all his summer days, just so she could look like that forever. He wished he could tell her all this, but any time he ever wanted to his tongue got tied and his mouth went dry. Instead he said only, “We can go outside later.”

“I suppose,” she replied, sighing.

They walked for a few minutes, talking lightly about homework and teachers, before they encountered Cheryl Blossom with Moose Mason on her arm. Cheryl looked perfect as always despite the heat; scarlett hair tied back in a tight, neat braid, uniform pressed within an inch of it’s life, Gryffindor tie tied in her own stylized knot. She strutted down the hall, eyes passing over Betty and Jughead as if they didn’t exist. Moose, however, paused, causing her to grind to a halt.

“Hey, Betty, Jughead,” Moose, a kind-hearted Gryffindor, said, smiling. “Have you seen Archie? We’re looking for him.”

“Outside by the lake with Veronica and Kevin,” Betty said, pretending not to notice the small way Moose clenched his jaw when he heard Kevin’s name. “Why?”

“Because,” Cheryl said shrilly, “your crimson headed golden boy of an ex-crush has messed with me for the last time.”

“What?” Jughead asked, frowning. “What did he do?”

Moose shook his head sheepishly. “He cancelled on her is all. For a family thing.”

Cheryl glanced at him, a little hurt. Moose had always been kinder than most guys, especially some of the guys in Gryffindor. He had always seemed to be there for her, even when she was a little intense or harsh. When Cheryl had got the news from Archie that he was going to flake yet again from one of her family’s parties, she felt herself crack. She needed someone steady and gentle to lean on, so of course she went to Moose Mason. He wasn’t Jason, but her brother was gone. She had to make do. Moose had listened to her, had read the note that Archie sent, and suggested on finding him. He knew what this meant to Cheryl, he knew about the hole in her life without Jason. But, Cheryl thought, he had only been amusing her. Moose thought she was ridiculous.

Cheryl watched the others exchanged amused looks and felt her heart harden. She dropped Moose’s arm, cocked her hip, and flipped her hair. Betty could see a strange fire in her eyes.

“Yes, the ginger god of Hogwarts isn’t coming to my party,” Cheryl said, blood red lips slowly smiling. “But standing next to you, Juggie, my life doesn’t seem that bad. I mean, at least my Daddy isn’t a deadbeat, ex-Death Eater. My brother’s dead, but I know he was a good man. Good and kind.”

Jughead stilled. Cheryl bit the inside of her cheek: she knew she had hurt him. Perhaps she had crossed the line. She of all knew people knew that family was a precious, limited thing that had to be protected. Especially in this day and age, where wizards on the street scurried past each other like rats, not meeting one-another’s eyes, their old family names abandoned like an old cloak to escape detection. Jason’s death was one in many.

Nonetheless, Cheryl wasn’t in an apologizing mood. She flipped her hair, ignoring the bubbling of regret in her chest, and pulled Moose along.

Later, Cheryl would wish that she had turned around and said sorry. Or that she hadn’t said anything at all.

Jughead rolled his shoulders, avoiding Betty’s eyes.

“We have to finish patrol,” he said, walking quickly. Jughead was barely taller than her, but Betty still had to jog to keep up.

“Juggie, don’t listen to her,” she implored. “Cheryl’s just upset.”
“I know.”

“She’s lashing out. Jason was more or less her entire impulse control.”

“I know.”

“She’s mad at Archie too.”

Jughead shook his head, sighing. His eyes lingered outside, deciding on something. His hand suddenly grabbed Betty’s.

“What?” she asked, smiling at their clasped hands.

He flushed slightly, but started to lead her outside. His skin was cool against her’s, like a breath of fresh air.

“Let’s just ditch,” he said. “Like you, said no one’s here. It’ll be fun, and I promise we won’t get caught.”

Betty grinned and rushed outside, tugging Jughead behind her. The sun filled her heart and warmed her skin. She and Jughead shed their cloaks, loosened their ties, and kicked their shoes and socks off.

They walked across the field to a secluded old oak tree and collapsed together, enjoying the sweet summer breeze.

“We’ve set a bad example,” Betty laughed, lazily watching other students discard homework and other duties to lie in the grass.

“Oh, nobody cares about us. They think we’re… uptight,” Jughead said. “Teacher’s pets.”

“You’re not, at least,” Betty said.

“No, I’m the kid with a “dead-beat, ex-Death Eater” dad,” he sighed.

“Jughead -”
“No, no, it’s fine that it doesn’t matter what I do, or what he does, because no one will forget,” Jughead said darkly. “The Blossoms have especially good memories.”

“Who cares?” Betty asked, sitting up. All the warmth and pleasantness of before was suddenly forgotten. “Who cares about forgetting or remembering?”

“Everyone!” he cried. “Everyone does. Everyone will always remember that my father made mistakes. Bad ones. And that I look like him. And that he has a Dark Mark tattooed on his arm. You can’t just erase stuff like that, Betty. It doesn’t go away.”

Betty stared at Jughead, and thought how defeated looked. How sad and lonely he was. Even his eyes, almost always dancing with unseen magic, were dim. She leant forward and brushed her lips against his. She had meant the kiss to be light, to be a reassurance, but as soon as their skin touched it was if they were two magnets, finally touching. She crawled into his lap, his arms wound around her waist, her hands in his hair, his beanie falling to the ground. It was a while before either stopped, but when they did Betty gently touched her forehead to his, breathing fast.

“You’re strong, Jughead,” she whispered. “You’re brave. You’re father made mistakes, but he’s trying to get better. Not many people do. He loves you more than anything and the only thing he wants is for you to be proud of him. You’re not alone. You never have and you never will be. I promise.”

His eyes were wide, taking her in. Never had Betty seemed so otherworldly. Jughead had to keep toughing her to make sure she was real.

“Betty,” he murmured. “I -”

“You’re not alone,” Betty repeated fiercely. “You have your friends. Your father. Me. And…I love you.”

Jughead suddenly felt as if the world was singing, as if all the colors were a thousand times brighter and more vibrant. But all he could see was Betty Cooper, and the magic that surrounded her.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “I love you, Betty.”

Never in her life had Betty loved summer days more.

I really hope this was okay :) I love feedback and suggestions! 

I’m in the middle of an artist’s heat

What is an artist’s heat, you ask. I define it as a physical and mental state revolving around the constant need to put something down on paper, or to design something on the computer, or build something from simple materials on your desk or table, etc. Your creative juices are always flowing, and it has a habit of interfering with tasks at hand. I would compare this to a monster’s heat, the constant need for monsters to mate with one another, except unlike a monster’s heat, an artist’s heat can strike no matter how much stress from other factors you are under. Stress from academic responsibilities and job occupation are no exception.

So to put it simply – it’s a bitch to have an artist’s heat when you’re tied down by real life responsibilities.

I have a ton of saved art drafts, a list of future ideas, and an overflowing desire to create and develop as an artist… and I’m tied down by my academics. Gotta love me some assignment deadlines.

Imma try to dish out some actual posts the moment I’m given at least a week off. I’m gonna take out this pent up artistic aggression on some people

@alldrawnup @ecto-tiddy you’d better be prepared~ I’m lashing out on you first

@negakuura I may have some stuff pending for you, dear friend

A Girl Who Reads

“So, what do you go for in a girl?” he crows, lifting the lager to his lips.
He gestures where his mate sits, then downs his glass.
“He prefers tits.
I prefer arse.
What do you go for in a girl?”
Well, um, I feel quite uncomfortable, the air left the room a long time ago,
all eyes are on me.
“If you must know, I like a girl who…reads.
Yeah, reads.
I’m not trying to call you a chauvinist,
Because I know that you’re not alone in this,
But I’d like a girl who reads.
Who needs the written words
and who uses the added vocabulary
she gleans from novels and poetry
to hold lively conversation
in a range of social situations.
I like a girl who reads,
whose heart bleeds at the words of Graham Greene…or even Heatmagazine.
Who ties back her hair when she’s reading Jane Eyre
and who goes cover-to-cover with each Waterstones 3-for-2 offer.
But I want a girl who won’t stop there,
I want a girl who reads,
who feeds her addiction for fiction
with unusual poems and plays that she hunts out in crooked bookshops
for days and days and days.
She’ll sit addicted at breakfast,
soaking up the back of the cornflakes box
and the info she gets from what she reads makes her a total fox.
Because she’s interesting and she’s unique
and her theories make me go weak at the knees.
I want a girl who reads.
A girl whose eyes will analyze the menu over dinner,
who’ll use what she learns to kick my arse in arguments so she always ends the winner.
But she’d still be sweet and she’d still be flirty,
‘cause she loves the classics
and they’re pretty dirty.
And that means late at night she’ll always have me in a stupor,
as we re‐enact the raunchy bits from the works of Jilly Cooper.
See, some guys prefer arses,
some prefer tits,
and I am not saying that I don’t like those bits.
But what’s more important, what supersedes
is a girl with passion, wit and dreams.
So I like a girl who reads.”

–Mark Gist–

https://genius.com/Mark-grist-a-girl-who-reads-annotated

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Gabrielle Union shares stunning never-before-seen wedding photos of her bridal gown… as she prepares to celebrate first anniversary with Dwyane Wade

She tied the knot at the very end of August in 2014.
But Gabrielle Union has shared a charming set of pictures - almost a year to the day - from her wedding with husband Dwyane Wade to mark their upcoming anniversary.
The 42-year-old actress revealed three never-before-seen photographs on her Instagram page, showing herself looking a typically beautiful, blushing bride, while clearly in a moment of blissful reminiscence.

One of the snaps shows the Bring It On actress full-length in her stunning gown, a classic strapless dress in off-white with a flattering sweetheart neckline and fitted bodice, which emphasised her slim waistline.
The full skirt kicked out in a beautiful dramatic style, an effective shape on her slender frame a striking style against the picturesque, green backdrop.

Along with the picture, in which she displays a particurly smouldering gaze into the camera’s lens, she joked: ‘When you’re a bride but also a Superhero and you gotta save the day… #TheWadeUnion #flashbackfriday #fiercebridalshowdown.’
Another photo showed Gabrielle looking over her shoulder in a sultry manner, providing a closer look at her intricately-styled wedding day hair.

The beauty’s long raven locks were swept up off her face, with twists of curls pinned up and the odd tendril sneaking down over her bare shoulders.
'Playing coy for the boy… #TheWadeUnion #flashbackfriday,’ she joked along with the photo.
A third snap from a professional shoot - taken in the midst of the extravagant $5m wedding ceremony - showed the blushing bride lifting up the heavy layered skirt of her dress as she enacted running to meet her new husband.
She quipped: 'Racing to the alter… #flashbackfriday #TheWadeUnion (sic).’
The dress she gladly revealed on her social media page was one of two gowns she wore during the big day.

Both were custom made for her by designer Dennis Basso, and each one was as striking as the next.
Gabrielle - who currently stars on BET TV show Being Mary Jane - shared a sneak peek at her two glorious gowns last year just a week after she tied the knot to her NBA star beau, the second dress included a glitzy, embellished all-white bodice, decorated in pearls and crystals.
Last year, Gabrielle and her Miami Heat partner Dwyane, 33, tied the knot in an incredible ceremony at a Disney-style castle in Miami, Florida, the epic Chateau Artisan complete with a moat and wrought iron gates.
The couple’s reception was set up like a '1930s era juke joint’, with guests sipping on Vanilla Puddin’ Chardonnay.

When it came to choosing her wedding dress, Gabrielle had a firm idea of exactly what she wanted from the very beginning.
However, upon meeting with designer Dennis Basso at New York’s Kleinfeld Bridal salon, it seems everything she had envisioned was thrown out upon trying on gowns, People reported at the time.
'Like most brides to be, Gabrielle came in with her stylist Jason Bolden with a clear vision. But everything changed when she tried on gowns!’ the designer told the magazine of their first appointment last year ahead of the big day..
'Together [we all] decided that she wanted to be surprising. She came in wanting sexy, and to accentuate her amazing figure, but that evolved.
'She talked about Dwayne being so fashionable and really wanting to parallel that with her gown,’ he continued. 'We looked at swatches, took measurements, even considered what flowers she would carry. It was an amazing collaboration.’

The couple enjoyed a fantastic wedding day, after being engaged for almost a year, and having managed to get through a somewhat rocky romance, that was on and off since they got together in 2009.  
Sportsman Dwyane conceived a son with long-time friend Aja Metoyer in early 2013 during a brief split from Gabrielle.
This was the third child for the basketball player, who also has two sons from his first marriage to his high-school girlfriend Siohvaughn Funches, who he married in 2002.
He filed for divorce five years later, which was only finalised in 2010.
But it appears to have been an incredibly successful year for the reunited and happy couple, who will soon be celebrating their first wedding anniversary.

A Real Look Into The Hong Kong Umbrella Revolution.

I’ve had so many concerned friends from around the world recently message me, concerned for my safety in Hong Kong. This post is to show my dear friends, and those from around the world what its actually like here in Hong Kong at this moment. 

Background: 

For anyone that doesnt understand what is going on, very quickly is that after the 1997 handover of HK from British rule to China it was promised that 2017 HK would be allowed a democratic vote of its own leader. However in August it was announced from Beijing that yes the 5 million eligible voters would be able to vote for their own leader, BUT from a preapproved pool of candidates picked by Beijing. This meant that these candidates would most likely be pro China. HK has been promised a special administrative region status, One country Two systems. The people of HK saw this as a betrayal and not a true democracy as promised, as was their right. 

The student movement to protest for this cause, to get the same democracy that we so luckily have in the West began last week, and over the weekend were joined by Occupy Central. It must be noted that they are two groups, but fighting for the same cause basically. Everyone wanted this outcome of a true democratic vote by peaceful means. No one protesting damaged any property, set any cars on fire, nor had weapons. What made this escalate so greatly was when the HK police fired tear gas and began pepper spraying everyone. The people of HK (unlike China) have a right to protest in public, and allowed this freedom of speech. There was no reason for the police to use violence, to resort to pepper spraying, shooting rubber bullets into the crowd. It must be noted though, that not all the police are horrid, and that they do have to follow orders from above as that is their job, but I believe there should have been better ways to handle the situation. So nonetheless, these are some main points of what turned this into Hong Kong biggest protest in decades, and being compared to 1989 Tiananmen. This is the Umbrella Revolution. 

Why is it called Umbrella Revolution? One, it is a mix because HK weather is in typhoon season and it often rains, so having an umbrella is crucial. However, when police used pepper spray, the same umbrellas were used by the protestors to shield themselves, and the day afterwards in the scorching hear these umbrellas were used to protect from the sun. Hence the cheeky name Umbrella Revolution. 

Today I got a chance to go down there and see for myself what it was like. From the news coverage around the world that I had seen, it seemed like it was utter massacre and destruction in Central. No wonder people were worried. The looped videos of police pepper spraying the old, the screaming and outcries of the people as police force came upon them. So at 4pm when I wandered into the streets of central (note that buses and public transportation dont go that far off, and all highways are now occupied by protesters) expecting the worst. However was I greatly mistaken. This was the most moving peaceful protest I had ever seen. Within steps of reaching the protest areas people came up and asked us if we needed any water, water stations set up area, food stations, makeshift first aid station (no one injured was there), and people peacefully gathered in all areas. Majority of which were students, just sitting around, talking to each other, on their phones, and even studying for exams! 

Let me take you through this photo journey so you have a real understanding of what its like in this protest.

Streets in Admiralty begin to be blocked. No cars and traffic can come through. Even tunnels were blocked by these barricades.

.. 

Lets not forget this is Central Hong Kong, one of the major business hubs of the world.. on a standstill. 

A lot of students sitting on the main highway. 

The students organized plenty of water stations so everyone could stay hydrated. Hong Kong is still pretty damn hot right now. 

Umbrellas for anyone who would need them, especially if those who were deciding to go to the front line if anything were to get rough again. 

Pop up first aid tents. Even Red Cross Hong Kong who’s office was by the protest site had opened up its door for first aid help. 

Signs like this could be seen everywhere. Even in other languages. 

Yellow ribbons were given out to show the support and fight for democracy. Also note that blue ribbons (not as commonly scene on site) are handed out or used on facebook profiles to show the support for the police. 

Bin areas to help keep the streets clean. Volunteers, the students would go around with these bags to help clean up any trash left behind. 

Supply stations. Everyone understood that you take only what was needed. 

And the crowd begins to form in Admiralty. Also it is interesting to note that once you get to the center of it, data is cut off, I dont know if its a mere coincidence that at that time there are too many people, but I wasnt able to send any messages to family in China. According to my relatives the chinese media wasnt covering much on these protests. go figure eh?

And a lot of signs to try and showcase their emotions and voices

And again, this is how organized it is. Recycling separation stations. 

Tired protesters on the sides of the highways. 

This guy here was handing out cooling pads that people put over their foreheads to fight the heat.

Yellow ribbons tied to the gates of the Central Government Office where a lot of the protests have centralized. 

Umbrellas that have served its purpose

These protests have been chanting for a change through peaceful non violent means. Everywhere you can see that its asking people to not be violent, there are signs even that say DO NOT GRAFFITI. They are not doing anything wrong. They have the right to protest in public spaces. The atmosphere is amazing, and so moving. To see this many people come together to fight for a cause and fighting for their future, through non violent means. They want their voices to be heard. They want the world to know that they just want to same kind of democracy that we take for granted. 

Even as it began to be dark, there were no signs of these guys going anywhere. 

Its hard to tell in the picture, but we did end up getting caught up in a very short freak rainstorm. Umbrellas started coming out, and while we didnt have any umbrellas with us, all the people around us sheltered us with theirs and quickly gave us garbage bags to protect ourselves and tissues to dry ourselves. All they said was “Thank you for supporting us!" 

And as night fell, Hong Kong being a city of smartphones, everyone took them out and in unison and shone their lights. It was surreal to see, everywhere as far as the eye could reach were these bright specs of lights, waving in the air, and chants of "jia you” (direct translation add oil, or meaning best of luck or keep going) and “Hong Kong” could be heard. Cheers, chants, singing continued. I’ve never been in a place that was so orderly and peaceful even when protesting, yes the media has shown the rioting and tear gases, but for the other 90% of the time, its just people gathered wanting the goverment to feel the pressure that they cant be denied their rights, and showing that people coming together do have power and influence. I dont know what Beijing will do. In my opinion, they are in a hard place because the entire world is watching their move and for them give HK exactly what they want shows that they are losing power and let a protest overrule them, meaning next time people will just protest again. And Beijing cant have that. They need to maintain their power. CY Leung is feeling the pressure. The Chief Executive of Hong Kong. His is a name people wont forget. But not for the better. The numbers 689 can be seen, showing the number of votes that he had received. I think that despite what happens, because I truly dont know what will, Hong Kong now has the world watching, showing that they cant be stepped on and they will fight for their rights. And that in itself is a success. So dear friends, theres no danger. Take what media shows with a grain of salt. Its just majority of students, the feared upon millenials stretching their wings. 

This is the city that I live in. This is the city that is fighting for democracy. This is the city that wants to be heard. This is the city fighting for their voices to be heard. This is the Umbrella Revolution. This is Hong Kong.

Let’s talk about Scott McCall, passionate political activist for estrodivergent rights!!

  • Fights to end Alpha exceptionalism even though he himself is an Alpha.  
  • Understands that both Alpha and Omega stereotypes delegitimize estrodivergent culture but they both carry different degrees of harm and risk.  
  • Fights for the universal requirement for heat shelter accommodations as a building code requirement for lodgings, as well as emergency heat rooms in urgent care centers and clinics because the current law only extends to hospitals.  
  • Argues that heat-based work leave is still discriminated against even after the Compassionate Estrus Leave Act of 1984.  
  • Combats the continued misrepresentation of estrodivergent individuals despite them being scientifically recognized as having different tertiary sexual characteristics.  
  • Argues that heat normalization play is essential for healthy psychosexual development and that the nation’s estrodivergent youth have suffered for decades due to heat mentoring being tied to the private sector and preferentially favoring the privileged classes.
  • Wants to educate people on the dangers of Omega exoticisation and the overrepresentation of Omegas in divorce and domestic violence statistics.

Basically, Scott McCall: A Healthy Heat For All!!

19enchanteddreams  asked:

Hi ^^ I need help with the clothing of one of my characters. I'm leaning toward more Middle-Eastern style and princely/royal type clothing. I see him with a turban and wide, white harlem pants, but I have NO idea what would be traditionally worn as the top for such an outfit. I was thinking of a kaftan, but I have not witnessed a kaftan being worn with harlem pants, even though I think that would look cool. Would it be okay if I did make such a combination? Or what would be your suggestions?

I personally don’t know much about traditional clothes in Middle Eastern cultures… all I’ve really got on this blog is this post that’s only about Saudi Arabian clothes, and if you check that website out, you’ll see that there’s a lot of variety within one country’s traditional dress, and the phrase “Middle East” (according to Wikipedia) traditionally refers to all these countries:

So basically, there’s no universal “Middle Eastern style.” If your character lives in some time period of the real world, you’ll want to decide exactly when and where, and then research that particular time and region.

If they’re set in a fantasy/fictional place that’s just inspired by the Middle East, you’ll probably want to do some broad research on various kinds of clothes worn in different countries/regions and consider why those clothes are particular to that area.  For example, if your character is a nomad living in an arid desert region, do some research into traditional clothes of comparable real-world cultures, and find out why they wear what they do.  What specific garments protect against sunlight, sand, heat, etc.? Which are more tied to a tradition or religion that wouldn’t necessarily exist in your fictional world?

Once you have that information, you can develop original designs that make sense within the climate and geography of your fictional setting, and that take inspiration from real-world clothing without just patchwork-ing together random pieces of clothes.

My first themed Destiel fic rec list yay! A friend of mine asked me to do this and OF COURSE I said hell yeah I’m in 

Next week there will be the regular weekly fic rec list and probably a sub!dean fic rec if I have enough time ;)

So have fun with this special kink rest list!

(just fyi it didn’t look that shitty in photoshop idk what happened)

Title: Now Accelerate Hard

Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 7,800
Summary: Dean is a hunter who did not so much fall into a D/s relationship as saunter into one without noticing.

Note:  I really loved this fic. It’s really cute and definitely hot. Also there’s bloodplay and Dean’s panty kink YAY (top!cas & bottom!dean)

Title: Knot Your Typical High School AU

Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 40,000
Summary: Castiel hates being a beta, because he is madly in love with his best friend who is an alpha. A male-alpha and a male-beta cannot mate. So he has accepted that he will always be Dean’s friend. But a family secret and Dean’s big mouth are about to test that theory.

Note:  I’ve read this a long time ago BUT from what I can remember I can definitely rec it, even though I’m usually not into top!dean and bottom!cas (If I remember correctly it’s not THAT violent)

Title: The Card Cheat

Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3,100
Summary: “I fucking hate you.”

“You already said that. And I already said that you totally don’t. Because people who hate each other don’t jump on each other’s cocks and ride them into the middle of next week.”
“Have you never watched Jerry Springer?”

Dean and Cas are hitmen, working together at the behest of their boss, who has an ulterior motive in forcing the two opposites into eachother’s lives.

Note:  Oh god this fic is absolutely PERFECT. It’s basically a pwp but I love their characters soooo much in it. Cas is a power!bottom and they are not making love, they are fucking each other’s brains out ;)

Title: Lock, Stock & Two Smokin’ Winchesters

Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 30,000
Summary: “Alright Sammy, you show me how to control a wild fucking Russian and I’ll show you how to control an unhinged, pig-feeding gangster!”

There’s an unspoken rule in London’s underground illegal boxing scene that if you’ve gotta deal with Crowley, you’ve just got to make sure that you don’t end up in his debt. Because if you end up in his debt, then you’re in his pocket. And then you’re fucked.

Dean and his brother Sam are fucked.

Note: THIS is definitely the fic that fits the violence part of this fic rec PERFECTLY. super rough and hot sex. Bottom!Dean and Top!Castiel  Title: Mr. and Mr. Smith

Rating: Explicit
Word Count:  27,000
Summary: Dean and Castiel Winchester are a normal married couple, living a normal life in a normal suburb, working normal jobs—both as secret deadly assassins. When they find each other as targets, their quest to kill each other leads them to learn a lot more about each other than they ever did in five (or six) years of marriage.

Note:  The fic is similar to the movie it’s based on (Mr. and Mrs. Smith) well, killing each other is not exactly what happens lol. whoops rough and dirty sex. top!castiel and bottom!dean (AWW YISS)

Title: The Damnation Game ‘Verse

Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 115,000
Summary: “Aren’t you a bit old to be playing twinks and robbers?”

One chance meeting with local badass Dean Winchester - President of Leviathans Motorcycle Club - challenges everything that Castiel thought he knew about himself.

Note:  Dean and his friends (yes, everyone we love yay!) are kinda in the mafia and Cas gets involved. Really hot and also really violent sometimes. I’m absolutely in love with this verse

Title: My Angel

Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,100
Summary: “You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch.”

Sam is gone. Dean and Cas have been hunting together, making their way across the States in search of a base camp to gather other hunters and knuckle down for the end of the world. With their odds of survival diminishing even further every day, Dean remembers a promise he once made his angel. Note:  Not really sure if it fits this category but there is rough sex and it’s endverse so I guess it hurts anyway 

Title: Not your typical victim

Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 12,000
Summary: Castiel was meant to be just like any other Victim of Dean’s, easy and pathetic. Drawn in by his charm’s and heated looks before they were tied to the bed, fucked within in an inch of their life. Cut open like a chicken fillet and bled dry. Normally choking on Dean’s own blood.

He was meant to be another thrill, he was a thrill all right but not in the way Dean expected, because Dean never expected to find an equal amongst nerdy university students.

Note:  If there’s not enough violence in the story for you, then I really don’t know. 

Title: Core Of My Addiction

Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3,300
Summary: After accidentally discovering Castiel’s hair-pulling!kink, Dean finds himself unable to resist teasing the little angel whenever occasion calls for it. It’s all fun and games until Castiel takes things into his own hands…

Note: A short and sweet pwp with some blood play and rough sex (no penetrating though) Okay that’s it for this week! What do you guys think about themed fic rec lists? Or should I post fic recs like usual? Oh and I found this awesome gif. I can’t let you go without seeing it!

I hope you have an awesome week guys :) ♥ If you like this you should totally check out my other recs  ♥Obligatory question mark?