i will always love you beard

Always asked “where’s the belly?!”… truth is that I’ve always been self conscious but there seems to be a bit of lovin for the chubbin (as a good friend of mine always says) from all you beautiful people! I’ve never necessarily wanted a 6 pack but am gonna try and get myself to a place that I’m comfortable and happy. I 💛 all shapes and sizes so please always do you!


more twitter doodles:

1- I like the idea of them being long distance boyfriends….also yeah you wont take twig mccree away from me, he was like this when he joined OW and became beefy after a while….BUT FIRST HE WAS A TWINK OKAY.

Hanzo has always been kinda beefy, he just became EXTRA TOP QUALITY SHIMADA BEEF after going to the gym regularly.

2- Jesse´s beard sometimes is too much and gets in the way of proper kissing, thats what pisses off Hanzo, other than that, he loves it.


My goal in life is to try to practice being present on a daily basis. I think, as people, our consciousness is spread out. We analyse the past, we worry about the future, and it’s all fueled by fear and pain and all these negative things. Even when it’s good it’s not going to be good in a minute. Then you’re chasing it again. It’s all rooted in time and I think my big ambition is to really practice the ability to quiet my brain a little and just learn how to enjoy the moment.

for @captnadorable <3

CONTROVERSIAL QUESTION TIME: Which Version of Martin Freeman is Best?

Is it happy Martin…

Nerdy dancing Martin…

“Murder look” Martin…

Perhaps your favorite is licking his goddamn lips Martin…

Maybe you like soft baby Martin…

Or angry Martin…

Some may fancy Richard lll Martin

Some may be fond of probably drunk party Martin…

And bearded daddy Martin is a great choice

Or, I might have made this post to feature some of my favorite Martin pictures and gifs.

Everything’s Better with a Beard

Steve x Reader
WC: 1889
Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex
Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard…
AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry

It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.

“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.

Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”

Everyone cheered.

“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”

“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.

“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.

“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”

Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”

You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.

Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.

The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.

“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.

You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.

Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”

You had often wondered the same thing.

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Dating Pietro Maximoff Would Involve:
  • Being called Sokovian nicknames 24/7
  • Him shirtless all the time
  • You only in your panties and one of his shirts all the time
  • The two of you trying to cook dinner but always ending up having sex on the counter
  • You often finding yourself on your shared bed with Pietro on top of you before you could even blink
  • Staying up all night chatting
  • Him doing everything he can to spoil the hell out of you
  • You giving him massages after his missions/trainings
  • Having movie nights that end up in the bedroom
  • Him never keeping his hands off you, even in public
  • Him kissing you in front of everyone to show them you are his
  • You always teasing him
  • Him always teasing you
  • You playing with his hair all the time
  • Him often tickling you because he loves hearing you laugh
  • Always giving each other hickies
  • You two fighting over silly things but always ending up having sex
  • Dancing together
  • You dancing for him
  • “I am not going to leave you.”
  • Getting drunk together
  • You becoming really close friends with Wanda
  • Waking up to find Pietro watching you, smiling
  • Him coming up behind you and pulling you into his arms, kissing your neck everytime you talk with a guy
  • Girls being all over him but him pushing them away, “Sorry ladies, I am already taken. I suggest you leave, she can bite.”
  • Having lazy days where the two of you just cuddle in the bed
  • Sharing earphones
  • Taking care of Clint’s kids together
  • Two of you pranking others
  • Him kissing your neck to make you talk to him when you give him the silent treatment
  • Him making sure you know you’re beautiful, he reminds you 10 times a day
  • Being everyone’s OTP
  • Lots of silly selfies
  • “But you love me.”
  •  Always making each other laugh
  • Lots of vacations
  • “That dress would look even better on the floor.”
  • Beard burn
  • Slow, passionate sex
  • Rough sex
  • Kinky sex
  • Him tying you up
  • You tying him up
  • More sex
  • Just wonderful sex in general
  • Lots of ripped clothes
  • Him making you scream his name and making sure everyone hears it
  • Dirty talk in Sokovian because he knows you love it
  • You wearing blue/silver lingerie for him
  • No one being able to dare laying a hand on you because they know he would kill them on the spot

A Bucky x Reader / fluff one shot

A/N: So this is the first thing I’ve written in… about a month? So please be gentle! I appreciate your feedback and your patience with me, while I get back in the writing groove. ♥

Word Count: 1,066

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Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine

“Bucky,” you whispered into the dark, your fingernails gripping at the sheets, getting caught in the fabric. Only the moon peeking through the equally as black curtains shed any light into the room, casting looming shadows on the walls. “I’m scared…”

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anonymous asked:

As a Venus in Gemini what's your expierence with the other Venus signs?

Venus in Aries: PRETTY adorable! They are very upfront and honest when it comes to feelings and they don’t really beat around the bush. They love a good time and are super playful from my experiences! They can be a bit aggressive and or intense when they like you or find you attractive aha! And they are so the types to play the field from what I’ve seen but unlike most fire venus they don’t go to far with “showing off” because they tend to crush and love very hard and don’t like to jeopardize an opportunity. They also chase and love to chase! But I’ve noticed my favorite version is when people have this in a water house! I usually see them in athletic or outdoorsy type outfits.(Venus in the 1st)

Venus In Taurus: slow moving and smooth talkers. They seem to know just what to say and how to say it. These guys frustrate me at times because they really do move slow when it comes to courting and they usually aren’t the types to come out of nowhere with something outlandish or from left field as they do like some sort of routine! They are usually wearing comfy clothes made from super nice fabrics and sometimes it’ll be loose things. They also have such a beautiful and sensual vibe about them that I adore personally! They also aren’t usually the pursuing type their more of the slow and steady let’s make babies type of guys and gals 😂 but I love em!(Venus in the 2nd)

Venus in Gemini: (aye it’s me) from my experience with other Venus in Gemini I’d say we are the definition of “fast paced” our moods are constantly changing and so are our desires. I’ve noticed that we’re easily inspired and entranced by ideals and situations and curious of how they may turn out. Most I’ve met though are more likely single then they are “hoeing” so to speak. I do think there’s a misconception that Venus in Gemini aren’t committal and run away from relationships because in my experience we’d much rather stay single then play the field. Especially since the concept of a relationship is something of curiosity for us but most of the time that’s all it is. But we’re very loyal and very dedicated once were in love and are very childlike! There’s a youthfulness about how Venus in Gemini express their love and joy in the world because they see it as a playground to learn and explore. But ones I’ve met have varying styles that are almost never similar lmao! And they tend to change their style and lives very often. Usually the more quiet types when it comes to having a s/o (Venus in the 3rd)

Venus in cancer: guys I’ve met with this are the dads while women I’ve met with this position are the moms Of the zodiac. They usually have extremely nurturing qualities and are a lot more emotionally resilient then I personally think they’re given credit for. Ones I’ve met are also super aloof and tend to play the field as far as romance goes and usually don’t get emotionally invested in a partner or love interest until like years later. They also like to keep their outfits traditional and I’ve noticed the guys(gay/straight/unicorn and so on) tend to always fall into the dad look like I can’t even explain it lmaooo you’ll catch them in sandals and crocs. While the girls usually wear jewelry and or pleasant and easy on the eyes clothing. I don’t find them to be clingy personally and I love how sensitive and caring they are! (Venus in the 4th)

Venus in Leo: well here’s the thing I personally my best friend is a Venus in Leo and she’s so amazing. But I’ve also known a guy with this and his ego is the size of our solar system and maybe even andromeda. They def have egos and def have a high level of presence about them that’s so captivating and comforting at the same time. They have high standards for themselves and usually aren’t easily taken down or belittled by anyone. They always stand their ground and for the most part they NEED A LOT OF ATTENTION. like seriously they don’t like partners or friends who fail to keep up with them and shower them with love. This is mainly from what I’ve seen due to the fact that their actually huge softies and super sensitive and in need of reassurance. Personally this doesn’t bother me but like Venus in Leo usually don’t get along with my “non Chalant” attitude.(Venus in the 5th)

Venus in Virgo: I AM IN LOVE WITH THESE LITTLE SWEET HEARTS. For starters they are so so so sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo compassionate and they always try to actor to the needs of others before their own. They can be on the more “self deprecating” side of things when it comes to their self esteem and they usually don’t take themselves or life to seriously. They are hard workers when it comes to maintaining their health and their clothes and romantic endeavors. From what I’ve noticed whether they are OCD about cleaning or seemingly not..They are always CLEANING and they all no matter who it is needs things to be clean. The guys usually like clean and chill and easy natural beauty type partners(guy or girl) and girls usually go for either super messy and bad boys or preppy easy going foreigners. But they are so loyal and really do and are willing to sacrifice for those whom they are about. They’re a lot more “mental” about love like Venus in Gemini and don’t really do half ass relationships they need to see work and can be the types to test a partners work ethic when it comes to the partnership. So if they stop trying YOU BETTER WORK YOUR ASS OFF to get them back. Overall they’re so great! Just wish they’d also trust their heart in love instead of just their head.(Venus in the 6th house)

Venus in libra: honestly…I always end up crushing on guys with this. Like they’re sooo handsome and charming! They really know how to work themselves around an audience and any situation. They’re super adaptable and can be super easy to speak with and converse with! They usually don’t like confrontation from what I’ve seen even if it’s in a house like the 8th or 1st house! They usually also dress very nice! Women here can have a very graceful and curvy look to them while men also will have a more curvy and thick build. They tend to wear floral and or clean cut outfits and can be very stylish! From what I’ve seen also they tend to stay away from “romance” now this might sound weird but most I’ve seen usually are very slow when it comes to commitment and may prefer a flirty and friendly relationship before a heavy and weight full one. They need to know they can communicate and “hang” with you before starting anything serious. But they’re super giving and loving once you’ve got them! OHHH AND THEY HAVE BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SMILES.
(Venus in the 7th)

Venus in Scorpio: okay so textbook wise Venus in Gemini and Venus in scorpio are hell on wheels together and shouldn’t interact. Well boo to that. I LOVE Venus in scorpios. They are very tense and passionate. They usually have more serious demeanors when it comes to flirting and romance and somewhat move at a pace that depends on the person they like and how much of a connection they can feel from it. They are super loyal and faithful as friends and lovers and don’t like to play games or “sneak around” from what I’ve noticed they usually play the field but they also play the field when they’re with someone either if they feel unsure about the relationship or seem to be holding on to past hurt. Either way they don’t usually cheat the worst they’d do is flirt with someone else but they’d never damage a connection beyond repair unless you cross that line with them first. They are sexual but not openly and are super private about it. Romance wise they’re full of deep eye contact that gets deeper the closer you guys get and as the years go on they change a lot and grow so don’t expect them to be the same as you met them. They are also looking for long term with things and move slow when it comes to trusting and opening up but I personally find them fascinating and vice versa! I’ve loved the ones who are in earth houses the most as it keeps them more peaceful and able to handle their passions better(Venus in the 8th)
Oh side note they usually wear a lot of black and sports wear and comfy clothes similarly to Taurus Venus.

Venus in Sagittarius: these guys are NOMADIC as hell. They don’t like being in a place or situation for to long at all. They can also be super fickle and sway when it comes to commitment. But they are so spontaneous and free and I love that about them! They can be super dynamic and unique in how they dress and present themselves. I’ve noticed guys and girls with this tend to have a resting face and seem generally unbothered or interested in the moment that their in a lot of the time. It’s a sort of disconnected gaze they have. They are also very in to trying new things and new places and usually are the ones posting on ig about “wishing I was_______” “can’t wait to go back to _________” they are also super passionate and turbulent people whom can seemingly go of the rails at the drop of a hat lmao but overall I love them too pretty authentic guys and gals who don’t bite their tongue. They usually like the chase and passion filled romances. (Venus in the 9th)

Venus in Capricorn: man..they can be very intimidating! They have a very heavy presence about them that you always pick up on. Guys I’ve noticed rock nice beards and look really good in them while girls can have really straight hair or long hair. They also tend to be serious and have moments of seriousness even if they have a super airy or watery chart. They usually also have a very well put together dress style that screams “mature” “cultured” “experienced” ones I’ve noticed don’t usually date younger partners. Girls/guys: go after older partners and can be attracted to older partners and vice versa. The guys sometimes go for younger gals but I’ve noticed this with Capricorn rising guys more then I have with the Venus signs. They also can have such a nature and serious view on romance and don’t like to rush or jump into something as they seem to relate it to a actual job. They aren’t the most tender or openly affectionate either and I mean I personally never had a problem with this because one thing I’ll say although they lack that initial tenderness they can be super loving and warm just through actions rather then words. THEY ALSO HAVE BEAUTIFUL SMILES!!!! oh looool they hate having their privacy breached so like don’t ever get in their bubble cause they’ll kill you.
(Venus in the 10th)

Venus in Aquarius: I usually like these folks! But for starters they are very trendy dressers like they are very stylish and usually are the thrifters and people who have something eccentric or new age about their dress style. I’ve noticed that they like dating unique or strange people and you know they guys scream emo culture to me and I’m here for it! They can be very magnetic because of the aloof and detached energy they throw out. They can seem like they don’t care about much and don’t really like to immediately jump into an emotional relationship until they’ve known you for awhile. Overall I love them and I think they’re pretty nice people! They’re super sensitive and ooey gooey once they open up to you as they do tend to have 918739182827338 walls up. I actually think they are like airy Scorpio venuses high key. Oh girls here are super into the bad boys and “uninterested” boys. (Venus in the 11th) oh and they date their friends from what I’ve seen like they end up having feelings for their homeboys or girls and they usually like to be ambiguous when it comes to sexuality.

Venus in Pisces: super ethereal and enigmatic. They can be soooo loving and caring! They usually wear really hippie and or baggy and cultural clothing. Their very attracted to “cultures” and can be a bit diverse in their styles from what I’ve seen. They usually are very quiet and have a far away vibe about them! They don’t usually scream “romance” to me and can somewhat be loners and the more isolated guys and gals! They love very hard though and can be extremely sacrificial to those they love and unfortunately can stay in abusive situations because of this and may not leave those people because they feel like they can save them! :( they are super peaceful and easygoing and don’t like people who are to abrasive or loud! They don’t strike me as clingy and tend to be rather independent! But they do attract co dependent partners and can somewhat reflect this behavior. They kinda are like mirrors to me! And they have super fluid energy and can seemingly be anyone at once. They are an old romance type of people and although they don’t show it they are super emotional and Romantic once you get to know them platonically and otherwise! Animals love them as much as Venus in Virgo! (Venus in the 12th-I have this)

This was long but I had a lot to say about all of these beauties!

Dating Steve Rogers Would Include

Originally posted by softwintersoldier

  • He’d be so shy at first.
  • Seriously, he’d blush a lot.
  • At first, he would think his feelings were one sided.
  • It would take some convincing from Bucky, Natasha, and Sam for him to ask you on a date.
  • He would take you to a little restaurant that looked like one from the 40’s.
  • The two of you would spend dinner talking, laughing, and getting to know each other better.
  • He’d be old fashioned.
  • He’d pay for dates.
  • He’d hold doors open for you and open your car door etc.
  • He’d be such a gentleman.
  • He would be so flattered if you opted to dress up in 40’s clothing for a date or for one of Tony’s parties.
  • Cooking together.
  • Dancing in the kitchen and in your bedroom.
  • He’d take you dancing.
  • Being ‘the parents’ of the team (even if you’re not an Avenger).
  • Singing along to the radio.
  • You’d play music from the 30’s/40’s just for him.
  • Always hugging or kissing each other.
  • So. Many. Cuddles.
  • Like all the time.
  • He’d just love to hug you and hold you close whenever he got the opportunity (like when you’re cooking or when you’re stood on the balcony in your shared bedroom).
  • Getting teased by the others if they walk into the kitchen and see you hugging or kissing (mainly Sam, Bucky, and Tony).
  • “Can’t you two do that in your bedroom?”
  • Cuddling in bed while you watch movies/TV shows.
  • You’d convince him to watch your favorite shows and movies so he can catch up and so you can talk about them with him.
  • Massages.
  • Tickle fights.
  • He’d be very protective.
  • Joining him for runs.
  • Training with him.
  • Teasing him if you’re winning.
  • “Come on, Captain, you gotta do better than that.”
  • “Alright, it’s on now.”
  • Him telling you about the way things used to be.
  • Going to Coney Island together.
  • He’d hold your hand while you walk down the street or even in the car if you were just going for a drive.
  • Wanting him to grow a beard.
  • “Stevie, would you ever grow a beard?”
  • “Maybe. Why?”
  • “I’ve just always wondered what you’d look like with a beard.”
  • You’d be shocked when he actually grows one.
  • But you’d love it ‘cause he looks glorious with a beard.
  • “You should definitely keep that or grow it more often.”
  • “So, you like the beard?”
  • “I love it.”
  • He’d grow it out just for you.
  • So many compliments.
  • “How did I get so lucky as to have someone as amazing as you in my life?”
  • All kinds of kisses.
  • Sweet and gentle kisses when you’re on dates or at Tony’s parties.
  • Passionate and ‘I can’t keep my hands off you’ kisses when one of you gets back from missions or if you’re alone.
  • When you first had sex, he was very nervous ‘cause he’d never done it before.
  • He wouldn’t be as nervous the next time because he’d be so much more comfortable.
  • Playful glares when you swear.
  • “Language.”
  • Both of you have so many pet names for each other.
  • “Doll.”
  • “Sweetheart.”
  • “Babe/Baby.”
  • “Gorgeous.”
  • “Cap/Captain.”
  • “Stevie.”
  • “Handsome.”
  • Being close to Bucky and Sam.
  • You, Bucky, and Sam sometimes tease/play pranks on Steve.
  • Asking Bucky to tell you stories about Steve.
  • Comforting each other after a hard day (especially after a hard mission).
  • Always being there for each other.
  • Staying up all night and just talking.
  • Always being able to make each other laugh and smile.
  • Pulling stupid faces at each other.
  • Nothing can come between you.
  • Eventually moving in together in an apartment in Brooklyn.
  • Talking about the possibility of a family and maybe even marriage.
  • “I love you so much.”
  • “I love you too, baby.”

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This was going to be a comic, but then I went overboard with the art because I was having too much fun, so you get a one shot instead. 

Older Married Domestic Klance Fluff                          Rated: G

A Hairy Situation

“Keith! It’s happening!” Lance groaned.

“What’s happaping?” Keith mumbled with his toothbrush in his mouth.

“My youth is leaving and taking my hair with it,” Lance replied dramatically as he parted the hair along his growing forehead.

Keith spit unceremoniously and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh, your hair? That’s been happening for a while now. You should see the back.”

“What?!?!” Lance patted the back of his head and frowned. It was indeed getting thinner.

“You’re just noticing now?” Keith asked incredulously, failing to see what the big deal was. Getting older was a fact of life for those lucky enough to do so. Plus, family history wasn’t doing Lance any favours. A fact that Keith liked to remember every time Lance commented on his “mullet” when they were younger.

“Maybe I have been in denial, Keith. Maybe I only faced the cold facts of reality because I was looking for grays after I noticed yours.”

“What?!?!” Keith ran his fingers through his still thick, still mostly black locks and peered deeply into the mirror. Maybe he wasn’t ready to reach his silver back years, just yet.

Keith noticed a few strands of silver, mostly at his temples, but they were hardly noticeable. Lance was being petty.

“You’re just jealous,” Keith teased as he turned to Lance.

Lance pouted.

Keith sighed and ran his hands down Lance’s arm, squeezing his muscles as he made his way to his hands in a gesture of comfort.

“You grow a pretty great beard though,” Keith complimented. “I can’t believe that only took you a week. I’ve been growing mine forever.”

“I only grew it, hoping you’d tell me to shave it, so I could tell you to shave yours,” Lance retorted.  

Keith rolled his eyes and huffed, causing his bangs to fluff and settle.

“Well, I think you look handsome, beard or no beard, hair or no hair. I love you and always will. Even when we are old and you are as bald as Pipo,” Keith smiled endearingly.

Though Lance wasn’t sure what he thought about being as bald as Pipo was, he smiled, his ‘you think so’ smile and pulled Keith into his arms. He kissed him softly on the lips.

“It’s kinda like kissing a bear, but better than prickles,” Keith commented.

“A bear, eh?” Lance chuckled and moved around him so he could scoop Keith into a bear hug and rub his chin into the crook of Keith’s neck. He ran his fingers over Keith’s ribs for good measure.

Keith yelped and fake struggled, both of them knowing he could escape if he really wanted too. The tickling turned into play fighting and for a few moments, two grown men, wrestled like puppies, on the bathroom floor.

Their rough-housing was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door and the small voice of a small girl.

“Daddys, what are you doing in there. I have to pee.”

His Wife in Hiding

Warning: None

Word Count: 1933

Summary: Unbeknownst to many, Klaus Mikaelson is a married man but years ago, after an explosive falling out, she left Klaus and he’s been chasing her ever since. But when Klaus finds her hiding out in New Orleans…

Pairing: Reader x Klaus Mikaelson and Reader x Elijah Mikaelson (platonic)

Part Two

This morning had been extremely productive for you. You’d worked out, organized and cleaned your lavish apartment, you’d caught up on your favorite shows and successfully mastered the spells you’d been studying in your grandmother’s old grimoire and you’d done it all before the clock struck noon.

You’d practically raised Marcel so he allowed you to practice as much magic as you wished.  

You were in the parlor with a cup of tea and good book when you heard a knock at the door.

You flinched, startled. You rose from your seat with your brows furrowed. You so rarely received visitors and rarely left the house. Marcel’s men would gladly do you the favor of running your errands, hoping that it would bring them favor with Marcel and move them up in the ranks. After living a life such as yours so full of drama and despair this apartment, so peaceful and quiet had become your safe haven.

With caution you moved towards the door. You glanced through the peep hole and released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sighed in relief and threw the white double doors open with a flourish.  

“Hello, brother,” you said with a bright grin.

Elijah Mikaelson returned your smile wholeheartedly. “Sister,” he said in greeting. He looked you over, taking you in, in that over-protective, brotherly fashion of his. “Isolation has been good to you.”

I dipped my head in thanks. “I’m glad you think so.” You stepped aside so that Elijah could come in.

Elijah sauntered into the apartment. He was the only member of the Mikaelson family that could enter your apartment. In fact, he was the only Mikaelson who even knew that you had an apartment. The less people that knew your location the better.

You shut the doors behind him. Turning around you met his worry-filled gaze.

You cocked your head to the side, taking him in. He’d gotten here in a rush. You could tell from his heavy breathing and his tousled hair and clothing. Elijah Mikaelson was usually well put together and ready for anything. His hair was always well done without a flyaway in sight. His clothes were usually wrinkle-free and as immaculate as he was. Something was wrong and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.

You put your hands on your hips. “What is it, brother?”

“Klaus is in New Orleans.”

You sucked in a breath. Your heart hammering in your chest.

“He knows you’re here. You have to move. Now. If you want to escape.”

You moved around the apartment in a literal blur. You knew this day would come. No one and nothing could stay hidden forever. Especially not from a Mikaelson. Let alone from Klaus Mikaelson.

“He’s a hybrid now. He’s awoken his werewolf side.”

You swore under your breath as you gathered your necessities and most prized possessions.

“How did he find out?” you asked, on the verge of hysteria.

“One of the witches told him.”

Your blood began to boil beneath your skin. When you got the chance, when you returned to your home in New Orleans, you would hunt down that witch, feast on her flesh and use her bones for tooth picks. You shook your head as if shaking the thoughts of bloodlust and revenge out of your head. You needed to be of clear mind. You needed to be in top shape if you were going to do this.

When you’d packed the last of your things, you looked around the apartment with tears in your eyes. These walls had been the closest thing you’d had to a true home in centuries. It had been your safe haven after years of running from your former husband and now it was time to part ways. You’d prayed that this day would never come and now it was here.

Your future was a blank slate and you hated it. You preferred having a destination in mind when it came to running.

“Got everything?” Elijah asked.

You nodded, swallowing the bile that had risen in your throat.

Your former brother-in-law opened the door and waved you over to it.

You nodded again and picked up your full suitcases and headed out the door and into the warm sunshine. You inhaled the clean fresh air. It was a stark contrast to the stuffy air back inside but you would still miss it all the same.

Elijah took the suitcases from your hands and placed them into the trunk of an awaiting black sedan. “I’ve taken the liberty of procuring a car for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You shook your head and laughed, “No. No I don’t mind.”

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck. “You are the best brother I’ve ever had, Elijah.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t you dare tell Kol I said that!” you threatened.

He laughed harder. “I won’t, I promise. I love you too, y/n. I wish that our time together wasn’t cut so short.”

“As do I,” you agreed. “I’ll let you know when I find a safe place.” You told him, stepping out of the embrace. “I only wish that I could tell Marcel goodbye and thank him for his hospitality.”

“I’ll give him your love,” he assured you, opening the passenger door for you. “I’ve compelled the driver to take you anywhere you wish.”

“You are too kind to me, brother. I don’t deserve you.”

He pecked you on the cheek as he ushered you inside the sleek vehicle. “Don’t talk like that. I love you. Stay safe.”

“You do the same. I love you.”

With some reluctance he closed the door and sent you off.

And then you were riding through the noisy, crowded streets of the French Quarter. You watched enviously as trumpets blared and people danced and sang and paraded down the streets and sidewalks like no one was watching. A pang of jealously hit you square in the chest. For a moment you decided that it wasn’t fair but then you remembered that it was your own fault. That’d you’d chosen this life and made this bed and now it was time to lay in it. You were just a moment ago, planning to feast on some poor witch’s flesh.

You leaned back against the soft leather seats.

“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked. It was the first time he’d spoke since you’d met him.

“The nearest airport please.” You told him in a small voice.

You still hadn’t figured out where you were going. Mainly because there was nowhere else you wanted to be. New Orleans was home. You wanted to go back to your apartment and reminisce about the good old days with Elijah. You wanted to baby and cook for Marcel. You were tired of running but you were tired of fighting too.

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the plush leather seats.

You were nearly asleep when the door opposite of you opened.

Your eyes flew open. You gasped in horror when you saw who’d just gotten in your car.

“Don’t I get a goodbye too, love?”

“Klaus,” you gasped.

“Calm down, my lovely. I only want to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you!” you spat.

“Good. Then you can sit here and listen.”

“And if I don’t want to?” you challenged.

“You want to keep running from me then go ahead,” he invited. “Be my guest. I’ll even give you a head start if that’s what you want.”

You folded your arms across your chest and gestured with your hand for him to go on.

He cleared his throat, dramatically.

You rolled your eyes in response.

He opened his mouth to speak but he let out a rare nervous laugh.

“What? You wanted to talk so talk.”

He rubbed at his beard. “I never thought I’d get this far,” he told you with a grin. “I’d dreamt of the day that I’d get to talk to you. To beg your forgiveness and now that we’re here, you’ve got me tongue-tied. Just like when we were kids.”

You turned away from him, biting your lip.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stopped. The day you left was the day when immortality felt more like a curse than the gift I’d always made it out to be.”

“Why is that?” you asked him.

“Because what is the point of forever without you?”

You leaned your head against the window with a soft thud. “Don’t do this to me,” you whined. “We’re not good together Klaus.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth! Together we are chaotic and deadly and cruel and I don’t want to be that anymore!” You said turning to looked at him.

His eyes were clear, blue, calculating and smoldering, they raking over you with unmistakable hunger that sent chills down your spine. “Leave it to you to focus on the negative.”

“And leave it to you to be the one to act like the negative never happened.” You said throwing up your hands.

“I know what happened and I know what I did. What we did. But I would take it all back if I could, if it meant that you would come back to me or that you would have never left in the first place.” He inhaled running his hand through his curly, ginger brown hair. “We may have been chaotic, deadly and cruel but we were also happy and madly in love. We belong together, y/n. Don’t you see that? We were meant to be together, always and forever.”

“But at the expense of other people, Klaus.” You told him. Anything to keep from him how his words affected you. You loved it and hated it when he got all romantic like that. You wrapped your arms around yourself.

He sighed when, leaning back against the seat. “I can’t make you stay but I’m begging you not to go. Let’s work this out, my darling. I know we can. There is no way in the world that you could have forgotten how good we are together.”

You remained silent.

He put his face in his hands. “I won’t come after you if you choose to leave again. And if you decide to stay and you want to work this out, I’ll be staying at the old plantation. If you want to stay and live in peace…I’ll leave you be.”

He leaned in towards you.

Your breath caught.

He kissed your temple and then your cheek.

His lips were warm against your skin. You were relishing in the familiar sensation of his lips on you when he pulled away.

You sucked in a breath.

“Stop the car.” Klaus told the driver.

The car pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. Thankfully they hadn’t been moving very fast but that didn’t stop the drivers behind them from furiously honking their horns.

Klaus looked back at you one last time. You could see the fear in his eyes. You could tell that he thought this would be the last time he’d see you.

Klaus stepped out of the car and walked back in the direction of the French Quarter. You watched him through the back window until he disappeared from your line of sight.

“Ma’am?” the driver called, startling you.


“Still to the airport?”

For a moment you couldn’t speak. You were so torn. “Yes…to the airport,” you said unsurely.

Author’s Note: I had such a good time writing this! Please let me know if you enjoyed this story and if you would be interested in reading a part two!

Part Two

NO SEX BEFORE BREAKFAST! (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by unjinxing-the-john


Warnings: Kissing? Does that count?



Newt woke up with something soft brushing against his face and a warm body pressed against him. He kept his eyes closed as he revelled in your touch and pulled you closer against him, making you squeal in surprise.

“Good morning.” You said, laughing softly. Newt just smiled and sighed deeply. “Are you not planning to open your eyes today, Mr. Scamander?”

“I think I need a moment, Miss Y/L/N.” He responded. “You can go back to doing what you were doing.” He mumbled, making you laugh again.

“Ok, you interrupted me anyway.” You said, your light touches gracing his face again. He let you do whatever you were doing for a while before asking what you were actually doing. “I’m counting your freckles.” You answered. An amused smile pulled at his lips and he opened his eyes to find you lying in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration.

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drunk - fionn whitehead

requested(?): yes!

“I love ur writing sm like ur my fav person that writes for fionn. and if you can, can you pls do a imagine where the reader gets drunk at an event and she ends up getting ready bad so fionn takes her in his car to calm her down/sober her up but they’re not dating just friends but she keeps flirting with him like saying inappropriate things and starts unbuttoning his shirt but he stops her and says things like “no love not now.” and fuc k just let’s of fluff and caring!fionn please 😭😭”

word count: 1351 - kinda got carried away oops

warnings: sexual references/themes, swearing, almost smut ?

drunk words are often tell the truth.

Fionn was sitting in his london flat watching a movie to cope with jetlag when his phone went off. He wasn’t sure who could be calling since it was almost 3:00am so he was quite surprised to read the caller ID out as your name. 

“Hello?” “Fionny!” your loud voice made him jump in his bed a bit, and he held his phone a little farther away from his ear before speaking, “Is everything alright, Y/N? Why are ye calling me at this hour?” “Ya know Fionn, I miss you, I really do and I wish you were here with me because I want another drink and no one will get me one but you always do!” Your rambling led Fionn to the realization that you were drunk in a bar somewhere, and it was quite obvious you wouldn’t be able to make it home.

“Y/N where are you?” Fionn asked, sitting up in his bed and pausing the tv. He kept his phone balanced on his shoulder as he listened to you ramble on about the poor service at the bar, as he hurriedly put on some sweats and a jumper. He repeated his question as he grabbed his keys and wallet before repeating the question. “I don’t know Fionn, some guy is asking me to go with him and he has a beard, you know I’ve always wanted to touch one..” Fionn’s heart sank as he immediately rushed out the door with his shoes half on and made his way to his car. “Jesus, Y/N love, please tell me where you are.” “Umm I think the bar near mine?” “I need you to stay where you are please, and if the guy doesn’t leave you alone go to the loo or something, just please don’t leave with him. I’m coming to get you okay? Stay there Y/N,” And with that, Fionn drove off to where you were as fast as he could.

Fionn pulled up in front of the bar to see you in front of it, repeatedly slapping your phone against your hand, as if to be looking for batteries, and sure enough he saw a bearded guy next to you, saying something but you clearly weren’t listening. As Fionn made his way over to you both he could make out parts of what the man was saying, “C’mon lass it’ll be fun, just come with me.” And before he could grab your arm, you locked eyes with Fionn.

“Fionny baby! You’re here!” You squealed and stumbled over to him, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck. You turned back to the bearded man, “Sorry, I have to go with my handsome Fionny but I like your beard!” You giggled as you turned back to Fionn who was feeling very relieved he got to you in time, and was finding your behavior very amusing. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

After a lot of struggling Fionn finally managed to get you into the car safely, but the struggling didn’t end there. You had fallen asleep immediately after you got into the back seat, however when you arrived at his apartment parking lot, you were wide awake. Fionn opened the door and tried to get you out but instead he was pulled in by the collar of his jumper, and fell on top of you. The boy was immediately very flustered, and tried to move but your wrapped your legs around him. “There was a lot of room for me to sleep comfortably, I think theres enough space to do something else right Fionn?”

Fionn gulped as your batted your eyelashes, and he so desperately wanted to kiss you right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of you just because of the crush he’s had on you since the day you met. He awkwardly chuckled before pushing himself off of you, and you sat up with him. He tried to move away from the door, but you trapped him there by wrapping your legs around his waist, “C’mon Fionny, you may not have a beard but you have something else I wouldn’t mind touching” you winked at the end with a giggle, enjoying the teasing. Fionn froze at your statement and before he knew it, your fingers were underneath his jumper and shirt, trailing your fingers up his bare skin. “Fucking hell Y/N” he exhaled, breathing heavily.

Fionn quickly snapped out of his daze and pried himself away from you and quickly helped you out the car before locking it, and walking ahead of you into the apartment, with you closely following behind. At this point you weren’t drunk, but you weren’t sober. However you knew what you were doing. Fionn may have been your best friend, but you had feelings for him, both sexually and romantically, and the liquid courage from earlier was helping you act upon these feelings. You couldn’t lie, it turned you on immensely seeing his adam’s apple bob up and down as he licked his lips while listening to your words and responding to your more than straightforward actions. You knew that he was interested too, however Fionn was too sweet to do anything.

Once inside, Fionn made his way to the kitchen to get you some water. He looked behind him and shyly said, “Sit anywhere you like” and you cheekily responded, “how about you sit me on these counters and do whatever you like?” At this point, Fionn had lost all control, he was sweating as he was picturing the words you had just uttered. He had to rest his arms on the fridge handle to gain his composure before turning back to you and handing you the water. You drank down some of it before looking at Fionn, “Finish the whole cup Y/N, you’ll get dehydrated if you don’t.” 

Fionn spoke without eye contact, still shaken up from all of your teasing remarks throughout the night. He knew you were drunk, but surely by now you were sober enough to know and mean what you were saying? Nonetheless, Fionn wasn’t going to make a move, it was too risky. As if you read his mind, you took a few steps toward him, “I don’t want water Fionn, I want you.” Fionn looked down at you, eyes dark and hooded with lust, and he leaned with his hands behind his bum on the counter behind him, restraining himself from you. It was quite a difficult task, considering you still had your bar outfit on, and your hair was tousled from the car ride. 

You moved your hands underneath his shirt again, dragging your finger down from the top of his abs to the waistband of his boxers, smiling to yourself when you noticed Fionn taking deep breaths with his eyes closed. You tugged on the jumper, and almost had it over is head before Fionn realized what was going on and grabbed your hands. “No, no, not now love.” “Why not? Do you not want me Fionn?” He let out an exasperated sigh, “Of course I do, Y/N, I just don’t want you to regret this love.” “Nothing would make me regret this, I want you Fionn.” 

He looked into your eyes, and he knew it was you talking, not the alcohol. “You want me?” he whispered. You nodded, “100 percent” and with that Fionn crashed his lips onto yours. You immediately reacted, tilting your head in order to deepen the kiss. Fionn let go of your hands and instead reached for your hips, giving them a light squeeze. You slightly grinded into Fionn’s body that was pressed up against the counter, feeling him tense. You pulled away and kissed from behinds his ear, down to his collarbone and he let out a low groan at your actions. He kissed you once again roughly before grabbing underneath your thighs and lifting you, and making his way to the bedroom.

It was safe to say you were thankful for your drunk confidence when you woke up next to Fionn’s bare body and soft snores the morning after.


It’s always fun to play with Jensen… images.
Well, the panel was kind of brief. This are some low resolution caps of The Hunter, I love the Hiatus beard.
Can’t wait for better quality pictures later. For tonight you can have this.

Some of the reasons why I believe in CrissColfer...

Darren broke the rules…

Chris can’t hide his happiness…

The secrets they share…they’re in their own world

The sheer bliss on their faces, the love in their eyes.

Everyone is looking at the photographer…um, Darren?

This is one of countless instances of their cars always parked side by side…did they drive in together and just happen to park near each other? Coincidences.

A beard-free party when C and D were allowed to let loose and be together.

Teen Choice Awards - even though beardie was in tow, D stood alone screaming in support for his true love.

Whenever you get Darren talking about Chris…he gushes uncontrollably

Um, what are you covering up, Darren?

Another perfect example of CC as Klaine. 

They weren’t on camera, told they didn’t need to “practice” the kiss, yet they felt the need (bonus points for the crew member walking through the set)

Darren supporting his love at the Prop 8 performance. Chris making heart eyes contact.

Arriving together, and leaving together.

“Chris spent most of his time with Darren” Oops…rebuttoning…loose tie…caught.

The main reason we can never see them together is because D just cannot hide it…

In addition to Chris admitting that the 12 hour skating filming in NY with Darren was his favorite Glee filming memory, D was next to him the entire time helping him learn to skate, goofing off with him, and protecting him when he’d nearly fall.

and the cherry on top…

anonymous asked:


I feel like this is a summoning ritual.

Like I shouldn’t have to mention this but Lup wear’s Barry’s jeans. Barry is a chub man so those jeans are low riding and guess what? She doesn’t wear a belt, they just magically hang by the dangerously low level of her hips and Barry is 9/10 dying inside and out.
Barry’s style is lazy dad on a football afternoon meets highschool boy who only owns graphic ts. Some people (taako) think his fashion isn’t saveable but Lup repurposes it all the time. Barry finds his shirts with cuts all over them or singed and he’s just kinda “meh” 
Barry at least twice a week accidentally wears a shirt Lup has cut up, and everyone is very shook when he sports a “IPRE” crop top with fringe detail and makes if fucking WORK
Barry can’t grow a beard, the most he grows is an uncomfortable amount of scruffy patches that only Lup adores
She calls it “Prepubescent man-child fuzzies” everyone cringes
Speaking of which, unlike Taako who canonly has the mentality of “no one needs to know my fucking business” when it comes to his personal love life, Blupjeans are sooooo opposite
They are PDA station, they are in your face, I love you + Make out sessions in the middle of a crowded room
They are “Baaaaaaaaaabe” and vomit inducing sweetheart giggles
They are Barry constantly having his hands on Lup and Lup is quite literally always sitting on Barry’s lap or vice versa
They are the couple that live with each other’s tongue down their throats and its very hard to double date with them without getting at least a little grossed out

Imagine: You catch Ramsay's eye. He watches you, then he gives you revenge.

It was your voice that caught his attention. He was walking to feed the hounds when he heard you. You were by a small shop, talking to an old woman about how to make candles last longer.

He looked over, to try to see who had created such a beautiful sound. And it was you. Your physical features were gorgeous. Your hair was (H/L), and (H/C). It was a wonder how you looked so flawless. Ramsay stopped walking, fiddling with the keys in his hand. You looked wonderful delicious.

He was a young boy, a cruel boy. So the first thing on his mind was getting off. Satisfying his urges and lust.

Your eyes were dark, and when you noticed the lord was staring you looked over at him. Your heart also leapt. Those pretty big eyes locked with his and both your stomach’s jumped. It was like time froze. His throat tightened.

You smiled politely, before looking back to the woman you were talking to. It pissed Ramsay off greatly. He wanted your attention. He wanted you to think about him. To wonder. To lust. He wanted your mouth to water when you saw him.

He remembered your face and fed the dogs.


“I want five men following her at all times.” Ramsay said to his advisor. Since he killed his father, he was the warden of the North. So he was in control of everyone there.

“Gutter, Thoro, Tames, Red, and Scout.” He announced. “You five will make sure no harm comes to her. Do not let her know you are there, though. If she comes in contact with any of you, I will kill you.” He smiled darkly. “Understood?” They nodded. “Good.”

Ramsay had to admit, he was being stalkerish about this. But he had to make sure his little cardinal was safe. Especially out here in the North.

He found out soon you were a lady, you had visited from the fingers and decided to stay. You had formed a bond with one of the bed warmers, but thankfully you weren’t one of them. Ramsay would have to kill every man who touched you.

A few days went by and he convinced the bed warmers to get to know you, and tell him about you. Things you liked, loved, and hated. Your favorite flowers and books.

After a month he found out where you lived. It wasn’t from lack of information and struggle, it was because he had lots of things to do. But your place was in the tavern, sleeping in one of the rooms with your friend Ross.

He sent you the first gift right after that. It was a bundle of (F/F), your favorite flower. He didn’t let you know it was from him, though. The game was too fun to give that away so fast.

He ordered Ross to tell him how you reacted. And, it disappointed him. You didn’t seem happy, you looked annoyed. If Ross was being truthful, you even said “what dirty old man sent me this?”. Ross tried to convince you it was a romantic gesture. But you didn’t care. You were stuck on the idea it was some creep who wanted into you.

For the next few days he focused on his work. He didn’t care for getting Sansa back. He had another lady in mind. But he was still going to storm castle black. He was going to spoon Commander Snows eyes out. It infuriated him that the stark bitch and Reek escaped.

But he didn’t care too much. His army would win anyways. Soon enough he started thinking about you again.

He had heard you liked talking forest walks, from his five men who had followed you. You would go down the stream, into the woods, and you’d sit on a tree stump and just look at the sky and read. It was beautiful, when he pictured it in his mind. So he decided to go see for himself.

It was really early, the times you went to take your walks. He was fine with it, the waking up early bit. He dismissed his guards and walked far behind you, able to see your hair faintly from far in front of him. He wished he was a little bit faster. Soon enough you turned into the woods, going to sit on your big tree root and admire nature.

When he walked into the woods he saw you were crying. You had your arms wrapped around your legs, your forehead on your knees. His heart caught on fire. Who did this. Who caused you this pain? He would flay their neck and make them live like that.

You didn’t hear him walk up to you, sitting down next to you. “My dear…” He finally spoke up and you gasped, jumping away. “Woah now, calm down please.” He smiled at you. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Lord Bolton?” You trembled, wiping your tears away.

He smiled, nodding. “And you are?”

“(Y/N). (Y/L/N).” You sighed. “Sorry. Excuse me.. but… What are you doing out here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing, sweetling.” He said. You were beautiful. Seeing you up close was like seeing an angel. It made him believe in gods.

“Just walking.” You said, and he said the same.

“But why are you crying?” He asked. He wanted you to tell him so badly. So he could find whomever or whatever caused you this pain.

“It’s stupid.” You said, and he was surprised at your comfortability with him. It was probably because you were so hurt. And it made him angry.

“I doubt that.” He said.

“My betrothed…” You had whimpered and tried not to cry. “He slept with one of my friends…”

That made him angry in three ways. Your lover hurt you, your friend hurt you, and you had loved someone in such a deep way.

He stood up, and you looked at the tall handsome lord. “Ramsay?”

“Come with me.” He held out his hand and you pulled herself to your feet. He hugged you tightly, and you started sobbing. It was strange to get comfort from him. But you needed it. “Shh, my dear..” He soothed you, rubbing your head. He gently rocked you back and forth. He separated from you and smiled. “Show me them.”

Your eyes widened. “You don’t have to…”

Oh but he would. And he did.

He took your hand and you went back into the town. “Show me them.” He said again. You led him into the tavern, and he was hit with many foul smells. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. But you lived here, so he didn’t want to upset you. He put on a straight face and ignored the smells. You were too beautiful to be seen upset.

When people recognized him they gasped, standing up. The music stopped, and all the women froze.

“My Lord.” Ross, the main attraction it seemed, smiling and curtseying, spoke in her seductive voice. “What can I get you?”

“You think I’m here to pay for sex?” He laughed. You seemed uncomfortable so he saved his speech. “Nothing. I don’t need you.” He waved her away. She smiled and walked off. He turned to you, and he felt that same strange feeling of euphoria. His beautiful girl.

“Show me where they are, lovely.” He said to you, and you pointed to the back. Your room.

He grinned wickedly. “Would you like to see them bleed? Would you like to see them beg for their lives?”

“Don’t hurt them…” You said quietly. “Just scare them… Please…”

It made him angry and upset. He wanted to hurt them. He wanted to make them bleed. And scream.

Suddenly, an idea surfaced. He wouldn’t hurt them at all. But his hounds would.

“As you wish.” He smiled at you, and went into the room. A man and a woman lay asleep on the bed. The man was ugly, long hair. Very chiseled jaw. He had a slight beard. The woman was of course what every whore looked like. Long hair, thin eyebrows and lots of color on her eyelids.

“I will take them to my dungeon.” He smiled, and so he did.
“Why did you do that for me?” You asked him. You were sitting in the woods again, the same pretty spot you always sat.

“Because it angered me to see you sad, love.” He said to you. “And, well, I can do anything I please.”

You smiled, and looked up at the sky. “But I can’t live in the tavern anymore.” You were right. They would never let you.

“You always have a place in winterfell.” He smiled at you.

“I don’t want to be a bother, my lord.” You said politely. He understood how you felt.

“Not a bother at all.” He told you. “I’d love to have you around.” He could imagine his hand around your throat as he fucked you. Your breath ragged as he made you feel such great pleasure. His tongue pleasing you. Your hand slapping his face. Your nails making him bleed. Your teeth making him bruise.

You looked happy. And it made him happy.

He gave you a room beside his. Close to him, so he could make sure you had everything you needed. And so that he could get there quickly at night.

Once, he was in his room killing time before dinner. He heard you crying,and he rushed in your room. “(Y/N)!” He kneeled next to you. You looked terribly sad. Crying again, like when he first met you. “Poor beautiful cardinal, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I keep thinking about it Ramsay I can’t fucking stop thinking about his bloody face and her hair and how they had sex in the bed I slept in since I was 12!” You leapt at him weeping. You sobbed into his arms and he held you, sitting on the floor.

“My sweet rose.” He sighed, petting your (H/C) hair. “You didn’t want me to hurt them then. Do you want me to now?”

You looked up at him through your red watery eyes. “Make them wish they were never born.” You said through your teeth. He grinned wickedly. He was rubbing off on you perfectly.

You looked at the two people tied on the X. Melisa, and your former lover, Leo. There was anger in your eyes. Normally, even in this situation, a girl would be scared. She would feel sympathy. But you, oh, you. You loved it. You wanted to see them hurt.

It thundered loudly outside, and you jumped a bit. His heart leapt. You were so beautiful. He wanted to protect you from everything. He would do anything to see you happy.

“What do you want me to do with them, my rose?” He asked you, and you looked up to him with those big (E/C) eyes.

“What causes the most pain?”

Characters: Seth Rollins x Female Reader

Warnings: None really. Except smut. There’s definitely that.

Summary: You and Seth are the best of friends. He’s been there for you through every breakup, problem, and hiccup in your life as have you for him. He’s finally been given a day off and you guys plan to hang out back home at his place. You both come to find out your true feelings for each other have been there all along. Fluffy smut.

I grinned to myself excitedly as I neared Seth’s home, it being way too long since the last time we’ve hung out. He’s been so busy with his wrestling career, traveling all around the world while I stayed at home, shamelessly watching him from my tv. I missed him. I felt warm inside even thinking about how it’d feel to finally be in his arms, hugging him again. Seth and I have been close for as long as I can remember, actually meeting through a mutual friend years back.

He’s always looked out for me, like an older brother, I guess. I don’t know what I’d do without him all these years. I pulled into his ridiculously large driveway and parked out by his car. I hopped out the seat, ecstatic that I’d be face to face with my best friend again. I wanted to catch him up with everything that’s happened while he was away, while wanting to hear about all the “babes” (as he calls them) he’s met while being in different countries and such.

I rung the long chiming doorbell that sounded all too familiar as I heard it from inside the house. He soon opened it, greeting me with a toothy grin.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, wasting no time before pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent that I missed way too much. We stayed like that for what felt like forever. I pulled away and hit his arm playfully.

“Let me inside, loser.” He rolled his eyes and shoved me back before stepping aside and closing the door as I walked in. Kevin, his dog, routinely ran up to greet me. Seth did leave me to babysit Kevin while he was away, coming over to his empty home to feed him and keep him a little company. I’d even have the dog just stay over my house, as months of Seth being away was a really long time for a pet to be on it’s own.

I picked Kevin up and kissed his nose, looking up at Seth before teasing him about how his dog loved me more. That’s something I’d always tease him about anytime his dog showed me any love. We walked over to the couch that sat in his lounge room, and I immediately got comfortable, as did Seth. My legs were long across his lap as I leaned back against the couch. His hands squeezed my ankles occasionally and I looked up at him when he hadn’t noticed. His messy black hair was pulled back in a low, unofficial bun. He had on a loose black t-shirt with the name of an obscure band on it, and black sweatpants to match. He let his beard grow back, that probably being my favorite thing about him. I always told him his beard looked good, and he seemed to take it in a non weird way. We’ve always felt comfortable enough to compliment each other though, even when it seemed more flirty than a friend talking to a friend.

“Tell me about the tour.” I broke the silence, taking his attention away from the television.

He turned towards me and smiled, “it was great. Tiring, but great. Everyone’s been loving this shield thing, you know. It’s too bad Ro couldn’t join us. But, I really enjoyed it.” He danced his fingers over my calves.

“How were the girls?” I asked softly out of curiosity. I glanced up at him with a knowing look.

He gave me another look, a smirk almost playing on his lips. “Well, they were very, very beautiful.” He admitted, looking up at me for a reaction. I didn’t give him one as I nodded in response. I tapped my fingers against my arm as I wondered to myself why that bothered me so much. I get friend-jealous, I mean that happens with everyone every once in awhile but it weirdly sucked to hear him talk about these women.

“I didn’t… like, sleep with them.”

My head snapped up to him. Why would he tell me that? Did he sense my reaction? I forced myself to play cool and furrowed my brows.

“Um, okay? I don’t care, weirdo.” I laughed it off and pulled my legs off him to pull my knees into my chest. He didn’t say anything back as he just looked at me. I picked up the remote and turned the background noise to something else, desperately wanting to shift from what was happening.

“Any new guys?” He asked suddenly, his voice almost sounding like he wasn’t ready for the answer. I licked my lips and shrugged, shaking my head. “I mean, not really. Just one. But… he was lame. Ended up being a one time thing.” I met my eyes with his as I neared the end of my sentence. I don’t know why he suddenly cared about this kind of thing. I don’t know why I did either. Of course we asked things like that but this time it felt… different.

“Oh.” He nodded, looking away.

“You’re being weird.” I blurted out. I’d always been a blunt person when it came to him and I never liked when I didn’t know what was on his mind. He intertwined his fingers together, his elbows on his knees as he sat perched on the couch. He turned his head to the side towards me.

“Weird how? You’re being… weird.”

“Stop. Tell me right now what’s on your mind.”

He sighed as he sat up straighter, looking ahead of him again. I watched his jawline define as he clenched his teeth, shrugging one of his shoulders slightly. “It’s nothing,” he said at first, knowing that wasn’t enough for me. “I don’t know… I guess I just missed you is all.” He said softly, sliding his palms against one another.

I raised my brows lightly as I tried to get him to look at me, scooting closer. He looked up to meet my gaze. “Well, I missed you too, of course. I didn’t know when I’d see my best friend again.” I said, feeling deep inside that he didn’t mean he missed me in that way, though.

No, that’s a silly thought. A silly, stupid thought and I was worrying what the hell had gotten into me.

But seeing him for the first time in nearly nine months heightened everything that I was feeling. Me being happy to be reunited with my best friend was turning into something else.

He said my name with a sigh and looked up at me again, his eyes intensely piercing into mine, reading me. He searched in my eyes and was looking for words, thinking of what to say next.

“I… I-” I shushed him, tired of being conflicted and confused.

“Don’t question it.” I told him, surprising myself at what I was saying and doing as I reached one of my hands up to the side of his face. He sighed into my touch and closed his eyes contently before opening them back up to give me a conflicted look. He soon though, put his hands up to the sides of my face, flashing one more look at me before leaning in for a kiss. My breath hitched as I let him, too frozen to lean in myself. I waited for his lips to meet mine, and oh, they did.

Our lips clashed and it may have been the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had. I furrowed my brows into the kiss as my hands were lost in his tied back hair. He put his hands to my back and pulled me close. His lips were so warm, and soft, it felt amazing. It felt… perfect. I never imagined myself having the most romantic kiss with my best friend. I pulled away slowly, him catching himself as he was desperately leaning in for more. I needed time and to catch my breath before I took any more of this.

I was out of breath, not knowing whether it was because the kiss was breathtaking or because the situation itself was enough to leave me in shock.

“Say something.” He said worriedly, his eyes frantically searching mine. His hands were still to my back.

“Do it again.” I uttered under my breath. He wasted no time in leaning in again, his lips crashing against mine ten times more passionately. It felt like he was giving me the last kiss he’d ever have. I managed to keep up with him as our lips were perfectly in sync. I felt electrified all throughout my body at the excitement. The heat between my legs felt undeniably warm as this man was gripping onto me, making out with me and letting a sigh or a moan, I didn’t know what it was, hit my lips. He pulled away this time, taking my hand and I didn’t think as I followed him up the stairs and into his room. We resumed our exchange and he had me gently pushed against his bed, my back to it as he was leaning over me. I pulled out his hair tie and tangled my fingers in his hair as I never thought the kiss would end.

He pushed his large hand up under my shirt, and feeling the sudden contact made me shudder. He pulled back to look down for a reaction in my face, me showing no protest, but no invite either. I didn’t know how I should feel, or what we should do. What if this would be a mistake? What if this would turn into something ugly?

“Seth… what if we regret this?” I panted, breathless from the kiss and worry in my voice. I didn’t want to lose my long term friend over one stupid decision to give into our lustful thoughts. Though, this didn’t feel like lust. To me, it almost felt like love. And that could be a mistake. That could ruin everything.

“I would never regret something like this.” He looked down at me, his hand pulling my ruffled shirt back down. “But we don’t have to do this. I know. I know, it could ruin things.” He added, that warm, understanding look that he’d always give on his face. His stupid face.

“But I want this.” I sighed quietly, my words being a whisper that I’m surprised he even heard.

“I do too. Fuck, do I want this. It’s come out of nowhere, I don’t know what’s happening right now or how to even explain a little bit of how I’m feeling, but one thing I’m sure of is this.” He rambled on, his body still leaning over mine. My hands were at his sides and I found myself nodding slowly.

“Yeah?” He cooed, not hiding his excitement. I nodded again, quickly this time. He grinned and pulled my shirt up and over my head. My black bra was revealed to him, and he leaned down to press soft, open mouthed kisses up my stomach. I watched him, his touch feeling so nice, so warm. His hands squeezed my breasts through their bra. I pulled him down to battle my lips with his again, not being able to get over that kiss. He obliged, kissing me back with a gentleness that I’ve never seen from him before.

I pulled his shirt off him, stopping our kiss for a mere few seconds to stare at his hair ridden chest and chiseled abs. He smirked down at me, uttering a, “You like?” To which I rolled my eyes and reached my hand down to the bulge in his sweats. He groaned lowly, shutting his eyes as I continued to palm him through the fabric before simply ridding him of those as well. I pushed him off me to be the one that was atop him now. He loved the sudden position as he looked up at me in what looked like awe. He unclasped my bra from behind with ease, my breasts bouncing out lightly for him to see. He slid his warm hands up my back before pulling me down to meet one of my nipples with his mouth. I straddled his hips, his growing bulge poking my ass as I grinded back onto it.

He leaned his head back to let out a throaty groan. I couldn’t take the slowness as I crawled down him to pull his tight grey briefs from him. His shaft sprung out quickly before standing up, but it looked like he could get even harder. I looked up at him through my lashes before placing a wet kiss to the tip of his dick. He leaned up on his elbows and watched in interest, his teeth biting hard onto his lip.

I perked my ass up, my wetness growing through my shorts as I wrapped my lips fully around him, slowly bobbing my head down. My hand then met his shaft, pumping him slowly. I picked a brutally slow pace of sucking his dick as I just wanted to get him hard. Watching him was the most beautiful thing, though. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, before not being able to miss the chance of seeing me, breasts out and ass perked up, wetting his now completely hard dick with my mouth.

His groans were low, and he never stopped looking at me. I finally pulled my mouth off him slowly, making a popping noise once his tip released from my tight lips. He grinned at me. “That was so sexy.” He then wrapped his hand around his own self, pumping slowly as he watched me pull my shorts and underwear down. Me questioning everything was over as each thing I did felt so easy, so fluid with him. Though this was the first time he’s seen me naked, I didn’t even want to cover up. The way he looked at me built a warm feeling inside me. It was like he couldn’t believe his eyes. Like he were admiring me.

I reached in his bedside table where I just knew he’d have a condom and slipped it on him quickly. Crawling back up to him, we kept eye contact as his tip hit against my entrance slowly. He took his bottom lip into his mouth and I eased onto him, his thickness taking me by surprise.

“You got it baby, come on.” He encouraged softly, rubbing my thigh gently before giving my ass cheek a squeeze. I finally took in his whole size and put my hands against his chest as I began to move. I rocked my hips against him and both of his large hands were sitting at my hips, and the sides of my ass. I let out a whisper of a moan as my pace increased. I rotated, lifted, and rocked my hips all in one and was going faster each time. Moans escaped my mouth left and right and Seth was enjoying watching every minute of it.

He sat up quickly, his arms now wrapping around my waist. He pulled me close to his chest and my knees were on either side of him as he began assisting me, his hands pulling me up and down on his dick.

“That’s it. That’s so good, baby.” He groaned into my ear. His tone was gentle, like he were praising me. I panted out another moan and threw my head back. My chest was pulled close against his, our flesh feeling sticky as we both were sweating. I engulfed him in an embrace, whimpers escaping my mouth. He then took my hips into his hands, pulling me up and down against him effortlessly. My movements were useless as I just sat on him, taking what he was giving me. Waves of pleasure washed inside me and I buried my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly.

“You’re so thick, my g- oh my gosh.” I whimpered into his ear. He placed a wet kiss against my neck in response. That’s when the pace changed.

“Baby, let’s try this.” He told me softly.

He shifted our bodies, never slipping out of me as he was leaning over me again, my back against the bed.  He had slowed his thrusts, them now being hard and slow. After each time he carefully slammed into me, he took a second, pushing himself all the way in, making me feel him before pulling out slightly to thrust himself in again. His hips skillfully pressed all the way against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and embraced him, his chest stuck to mine. He slid his arms underneath me, holding me in the same manner. It felt amazing to have him hold me like that, like we were holding on to each other for dear life and didn’t plan on letting go.

He was pushing deep inside me, and I felt him everywhere. His slow, yet impactful thrusts continued and he soon reached my spot, which he noticeably had been trying to find. He sent me a look of satisfaction once he knew he reached it and kept angling himself there. I dug my nails into his biceps and furrowed my brows together at the feeling. Every thrust made my body shake, pleasure shooting through me as sweet whimpers left my mouth from underneath him.

“You look so good like that. You’re so good. Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.” He panted, his eyes swimming in mine as he looked down at the expressions on my face. His was voice deep and dark as he fought for breath after each thrust he gave. I’d never been fucked like this before. It almost didn’t even feel like fucking. It felt like we were making love. Maybe that’s what we were doing. Making love.

I gripped onto the backs of his shoulders and he leaned down for another kiss, this one being more sloppy, but I still felt the passion. I felt my orgasm nearing and my moans said it all. I fluttered my eyes open at him above me. He looked so beautiful, sexy, and unlike any other time I’d ever seen him. My eyes have been opened about this man and he was giving me an earth shattering, toe curling, neighbor waking orgasm as my back arched up off the bed. He didn’t stop his slow, hypnotizing thrusts as I shuddered underneath him. He placed gentle, lingering kisses along my jaw as he sloppily neared his climax.

He shut his eyes tightly and threw his sweaty hair back with a flick of his head movement, the loudest, dirtiest grunt leaving his mouth. “Shiiit!” He exclaimed as he came. I watched the muscles in his arms contract and relax as he rode out the climax, my hands brushing up and down comfortingly against him. My heat was overly sensitive by now but the excessive pleasure was worth it as I watched him come undone.

He finally collapsed down against my chest, panting against me. Silence filled the room and I pushed his sweaty hair that was stuck to his forehead back. I felt him softening inside me, and he glanced up at me with that warm smile.

I pulled him up to kiss me once again. Neither of us knew what this meant. But we had to know that things would change. Definitely for the better. He pulled me into a warm embrace, rubbing up and down my back.

Our afternoon ended in cuddling, wrapped up in the sheets and our legs entangled together. We both knew we had to address the lingering questions, “what does this make us? What happens now?” But just for tonight, the silence, embracing, and occasional kisses were all we needed. That night, we definitely made love, and it was definitely going to happen again.