men with long hair will always be more attractive then men with short

Jamaica

This is a lil something I wrote because I watched BTA and it ruined me…special thanks to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me edit and sort it out!! Hope you all like it!! xx B

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The sunlight was blinding, the humidity making your skin sticky and already making your hair nearly unmanageable as you made your way off the tarmac. You squinted and pulled down your shades, your eyes darting everywhere until they landed on a curly head of hair about ten yards from you. Harry was bent over his cell phone, lips rolled into his mouth and a pair of black RayBans holding his hair back from his eyes. He looked as delicious as ever, and you swallowed as you admired the slight tan he’d acquired over the past couple of weeks. Harry had always held a soft spot in your heart; with his killer smile and charming personality, you often wanted nothing more than to get on your knees for him. That sort of thinking wasn’t appropriate though, especially since the pair of you had always been just friends, nothing more. You cleared your throat.
“Harry!” You called and his head popped up, a warm smile on his lips.
”‘Lo, love! ’Ve missed ya, glad yeh decided t'come down.“ His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing sweetly to your cheek, and you bit your lip as the scent of him flooded your senses. You loved the way he smelled. “Shall we?” Harry reached for your bags, leaving one arm draped casually over your shoulder.
“How’ve you been, H? How’s the writing?” Harry’s dimples deepened, and his eyes sparkled happily. He was well-rested for once, with no dark circles under his clear green eyes, and you smiled up at him as he began to ramble on about his album. Harry talked the entire way to the house he shared with his writing partners, his voice light and hands moving animatedly as he drove. The house itself was gorgeous, and when Harry showed you to your temporary room, you couldn’t help the snort that came from your lips.
“What happened to living modestly hidden in Jamaica?” A shrug and a half smile was his response as he set your bags down. He suddenly seemed close, very close, and his eyes had a new, unreadable look in them.
“’M glad yeh came, love, really. ’S been too long.” Harry gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. Your tummy flipped when you watched his eyes dart quickly to your lips. If only he would just lean a little closer…..
“Harry? Y/N?” The pair of you jumped at Jeff’s voice calling through the house, your cheeks heating as Harry scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeh, um…get unpacked and settled, yeah? I think everyone wants t'go out t'night, yeh should go.” Harry turned to leave, his shoulders a little tense, and you frowned.
“Are you not going?” His head turned to look at you over his shoulder and he offered a small smile.
“Yeh know me, love; partying isn’t m'thing, is it?” Then he was out the door, leaving you to mull over going out or not.
Two hours later, everyone but you and Harry filed out of the house, taking all of the loud noise and talking with them. Harry’d taken to sitting by the dining table, a guitar in his hands and a glass of wine sitting in front of him as he strummed quietly.
“Mind if I join you?” His eyes flew to you, his lips curling into a smile. A large hand tunneled through his hair as he looked you over, taking in your pajama shorts and loose tank top. You could’ve sworn a flash of desire sparked in his eyes.
“Not at all. Wine?” He was already pouring you half a glass, sliding it over to you as you took the seat next to him. Thanking him with a nod, you took a sip, your gaze moving to the large windows to admire the view of the beach and beautiful sea beyond it.
“How’s everythin’ in your world? How’s..what’s his name?” You didn’t miss the way his lip curled down in distaste at the mention of your last fling.
“Wouldn’t know. I ended it just after you left…prick was sleeping with two other girls.” A grunt left Harry’s lips as he propped his guitar against the table, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.
“I’m sorry, love. Yeh too good fo’ him anyways.” You shrugged, draining the wine from your glass and setting it back on the table.
“I sure know how to pick them, eh?” A humorless laugh left your lips and Harry frowned, shaking his head.
“’S'alright, pet, he was the one with the problem, not you.” You rolled your head back, still hyper aware of Harry’s warm palm on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.
“Where are all the good ones, H? The creeps and arseholes are always the ones I attract. Where are all the men like you?” Harry’s brows rose a little, a ball tightening in his stomach. All he’d wanted to do since you’d gotten off the plane was kiss you until your lips were swollen, and now here you were, asking him where men like him were hiding. He shifted a little closer to you, hand tightening on your thigh.
“Men like me?” The words were quiet, unfocused as Harry watched your throat move as you swallowed.
“You know, men who…are real. Who aren’t afraid to let you know what they want. Men who are loyal, good guys. Where do all of you hide out?” Now you were so close to each other that you could feel his warm breath puffing over your cheek. Harry’s tongue swept along his bottom lip, and you longed to kiss him. His fingers edged under the hem of your shorts, goosebumps raising on your skin.
“’M certainly not hidin’, angel.” A crooked smirk tugged at his lips and then Harry leaned in, his pink lips covering yours. You gasped, and it was enough of a space for his tongue to edge out, sweeping along your top lip as if to ask permission. You eagerly gave him more room to work, your hands going to fist in his white t-shirt as his tongue met yours, tentatively brushing over it. When the first tiny whimper bubbled from your throat, Harry pulled back, his forehead pressing against yours.
“D'yeh wan’ this?” Always so good, that was Harry. So, so good all the time. In response, you stood and leaned over him, taking his jaw in your hands and kissing him hotly. A surprised grunt rumbled through him as his hands grasped your hips, pushing you back as he stood. Your backside met the wall, and you moaned as Harry’s hands began to wander. His fingers worked to push your shirt up and over your head, revealing your tummy and chest to him. He tossed your shirt to the floor and his hands moved to cup your breasts over your bra.
“Harry,” you managed, hips bucking into his, moaning again once you felt the hard length of him pressing against your lower body.
“Yeh wet fo’ me? Hm, angel?” Your bra straps were tugged down your arms, and the clasp was undone before your bra joined your tank top on the floor.
“Yes, yes, I’m so wet.” It was true; your panties had been ruined since his hand first landed on your thigh. A growl left Harry’s lips at your words, his dark eyes dropping to your breasts.
“Jesus, pet. S'pretty.” His tongue lapped over one of your nipples, and you let out a garbled moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your breast. Harry’s hips rutted into yours, desperate for any amount of pressure on his aching cock. Your hand slipped down to slide into his loose shorts, easily finding his cock. He groaned against your skin when you circled your hand around his thick length, enjoying the heavy weight of him. Harry worked to yank down your shorts and panties, lips moving heatedly over your exposed skin.
“Christ, darling, feels s'good.” His breath puffed against your collarbones as he thrusted his hips with each stroke of your hand, moaning each time you thumbed the tip of him. Your free hand went to pull down his shorts, thankful for the fact that he tended to go commando, and your mouth watered at the sight of his fully hard cock. It was flushed and pretty, little pearls of precum already beading on his head. “S'nough, pet,” Harry said darkly, one arm going to brace the wall beside your head and the other moving to grasp your thigh to wrap your leg around his hip. “Yeh ready?” He asked as your fingers twisted in the thin material of his shirt. You nodded as Harry mouthed along your jawline and crowded against you, one hand moving to guide himself into you.
“Big!” You gasped, reveling in the burning stretch that came as he buried himself to the hilt. A low, rumbling groan spread through Harry’s chest, his eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched around him. His lips closed around your earlobe and he began to thrust, hips rutting into yours with smooth, measured strokes. You were so tight and warm around him, taking every inch of him gladly, and Harry was seeing stars by the time a curl of pleasure began to ball in his stomach.
“Yeh feel amazin’, pet…knew yeh would, wanted this fo’ so long.” His neck veins strained as he threw his head back, his words turning into long moans as your walls clenched around him. His thick cock brushed every nerve in you, goading you quickly to your orgasm as his lips lowered to your neck. Harry nibbled at your damp skin, tongue soothing the sting of his bite as you mewled loudly.
“Please, Harry!” You cried, hand slipping up to tug at his hair. Harry growled at the feeling, hips shifting to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the otherwise quiet house, and you thanked whoever was watching out for you for sending your friends out of the house for the night.
“Can yeh feel me all up in yeh?” Harry’s hand circled your wrist and led it to rest on your lower belly, where he pressed it down until you could feel the tip of him brushing your walls. A loud moan ripped through you. Filthy. He was absolutely filthy with you, and you couldn’t help the garbled half-sentences that fell from your lips as his fingers went to circle your clit.
“Close! So close, baby, please.” Your voice was strangled as you fought for a decent breath, your throat dry from crying out. Harry’s lips covered yours, swallowing your moans and shouts as he moved faster, his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. The kiss was just as filthy as his words, sloppy and wet, all tongue meeting tongue and lips smacking against lips. Your hands fisted tighter in his shirt and hair as you barreled towards your orgasm, back arching.
“Yeh gonna cum fo’ me? Gonna b'good, pet?” Harry’s tongue licked down your throat and you screwed your eyes shut as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good, please, please, Harry. I’m so close,” you cried, head rolling back against the wall. Harry grunted in response, the vein that wrapped along the underside of him pulsing with pleasure as he neared his edge.
“Cum,” he puffed against your breast, “cum fo’ me. C'mon, angel, give it t'me.” Your mouth parted in a silent moan as your orgasm broke over you, white flooding your vision. Harry was quick to follow, spurting hot, sticky ropes of his seed deep inside of you. Sweat coated the both of you, and the Jamaican air wasn’t helping, almost suffocatingly hot as you fought for breaths. Harry’s head rested against your collarbones, his softening length still nestled inside of you. You pressed short kisses to his hairline, trembling still, and Harry huffed out a laugh.
“Well tha’s one way t’ welcome yeh.” You let out a shaky laugh as he withdrew, hands coming to cup your cheeks. “’Ve wanted yeh fo’ s'long, love.” A sweet, chaste kiss was pressed to your mouth and you smiled sleepily at him, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Now you’ve got me.” You replied. Harry’s response was a wicked, promising smirk that made heat coil in your belly again.
“C'mon, pet, there’s a king-sized bed with silk sheets that I need t’ see yeh writhing against.” And writhe you did.

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Pairing: Kol x Reader (Ft. Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: A lot of gifs used (; And this is a bit long, so get cozy and enjoy!

Word Count: 2731

PART TWO 


Klaus was a good friend to your parents for years and years. When they died, you were just 12 years old. There was no one else to look after you, so Klaus took you in like the child he never had.

It has been 9 years that he’s been taking care of you and those 9 years hasn’t been easy. You were constantly moving from place to place, unable to call any place your home. Until finally, Klaus settled into a small town called ‘Mystic Falls’. Klaus did run into a few problems here and there with the Salvatore brothers, but he always kept you out of it. The last thing he wants is to see you hurt. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Soon, he had a mansion built for you and his family to live in. You finally got to meet Rebekah and Elijah, who were nothing but kind to you, but you were wondering when you would ever meet Finn and Kol. Eventually, Rebekah ended up getting daggered again which did upset you because she was like a sister to you.

You never understood why Klaus had a thing for daggering his siblings. The last time you brought up that subject, he said that it’s complicated and to not ask again. And so you obeyed.

Right now, Klaus & Elijah are having dinner with the Salvatore brothers about this whole ‘Elena’ situation with Klaus’s hybrids. Of course, since Klaus wants to keep you out of his mess, he advised you to stay in your room and not get involved, no matter what kind of ruckus you hear.

You’re currently in your room, sitting comfortably under the covers on your bed reading a book. The walls weren’t so thick because you can hear mumbles of all of the men exchanging words. It made you feel better knowing that no one is fighting and no one is getting hurt.

Minutes go by and you could’ve sworn you heard Rebekah’s voice. You closed your book, setting it on the bed and slowly got out of bed, walking towards your door while you tried listening in more. And that’s when you also noticed some unfamiliar male voices and Klaus yelling in pain.

You know that Klaus doesn’t want you involved but you couldn’t help but rush to him in aid. You care for him so much that you’re even willing to let him feed on you a little if he really needed it. He took care of you and you saw it as your obligation to return the favor.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, his screams stop and you hear Elijah calmly say, “this is family business.”

Entering the dining room where everyone is, the first thing you see is Klaus leaning over the table, waiting for the pain to pass.

“Family business? What family business?! What’s going on?!” You shouted.

Everyone turns around to look at you. You noticed that Stefan and Damon were gone and you see two men. They looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Y/N please. Just go back to your room.” Klaus begged.

“No seriously, what are you guys doing to Nik. And who the hell are you two?” You scoffed at the two men.

Before they could get a word in, Elijah spoke. “My dear Y/N. This is Kol and Finn.” Elijah pointed at each one individually as he named them.

Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe it. I mean, what an awkward first way to meet them.

“Who might this be?” Finn asked.

“Yeah who the bloody hell are you? Nik’s girl?” Kol added, putting his hands on his hips. You glared at Kol’s remark, you never thought of Klaus in a romantic way. You always saw him as your guardian, your protector.

Elijah walked over to you. “It’s quite a long story. I assure you, I’ll explain it all to you later.” He put one hand on your back and the other leading to the stairs. “Come.”

Elijah took his time to tell you everything that was going on while Klaus and the rest of the siblings handled their issues. Eventually you understood that this family is flat out dysfunctional, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You all even came to find out that their mother, Esther was alive as well. How odd.


Over this short amount of time, you didn’t exactly see Kol as a brother like you do, Elijah. You weirdly found him attractive, actually. You didn’t know if it was his looks or his wittiness, even though he is the wreck less Mikaelson sibling. Not knowing if he felt the same or not, you just kept it to yourself. 

Today is the Mikaelson Ball. Klaus was kind enough to lend you his credit card to buy yourself the proper attire for tonight. Rebekah even went with you to shop and even helped herself to her brother’s credit card as well.

Finally, after trying on over 10 dresses, you’ve found the perfect one. It was a backless sequin mermaid floor length dress. The best part is that it hugged your body perfectly.

And of course, since Klaus loves spoiling you, he also hired someone to style your hair and work on your makeup in your bedroom. You were just enjoying being pampered.

You were finished getting ready before any of the guests arrived, so you walked downstairs anyways to await their arrival. Walking downstairs, sliding your fingers on the railing, you saw the hired butlers getting champagne glasses filled. You even saw Kol helping himself to a glass. You tried your best to make sure you didn’t step on your dress as you were taking each step, by holding it up a few inches. With three steps left until you’ve reached the flat ground, there was Kol with his hand reaching out to you.  

At first, Kol only saw you as a mere roommate. But once he saw how stunning you looked in this very moment, it changed his entire perspective of you. He thought to himself how absolutely stunning you looked. His lips parted and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Now he felt like he just had to have you, even if he had to go through his brother Niklaus.

“I assumed you were in need of some assistance, Y/N.” Kol said to you.

You chuckled, grabbing onto his hand once you got closer. “Yeah I was struggling for a minute.” You let go of his hand once you reached the floor.

“So who might your escort be tonight?” Kol asked, then took a sip of his champagne, keeping his eyes on you, awaiting your answer.

“No one actually. Because no matter who it is, he’ll never be good enough for Klaus.”

“To hell with that bloody wanker.”

“Kol stop-” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.

“I’m only joking.” Kol put his hands up in defense. “See here, darling, I happen to not have a date as well. So do you mind?” He smiled at you.

“What?” You were shocked. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it. “I mean, really?” Kol Mikaelson wants you as his date for the ball? This can’t be happening. You must be dreaming.

“You best hurry before I change my mind, Y/N.” He joked.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be your…um…date?” You didn’t know to question it or word it as a statement because you just couldn’t believe it.

Kol grabbed your right hand, saying, “Marvelous.” Then he slowly planted a kiss on the back of your hand. Your cheeks blushed red as you heard footsteps approach down the hall.

It was Niklaus that was here to ruin the moment. Oh no. “What is this?” He asked, not looking too happy at all.

You just froze, surprisingly being able to get a word out. “Klaus, we-”

“Y/N is letting me escort her to the ball. Perhaps you don’t mind.” Kol smirked, confidently walking towards the original hybrid.

Klaus had his hands behind his back, clenching his jaw, then revealed his crooked smile. He didn’t want to cause a scene today. “Hm… I thought you would at least choose a man that is more suitable for you.” He looked at you, then put one arm out straight to point at Kol.

Kol just glared at his older brother.

“Well according to you, no man is suitable for me. And technically, you could’ve taken Kol’s place, you know. But you’re too infatuated with that bitch, Caroline.” You spat. You’ve never liked Caroline for Klaus. She was always so rude to him, yet he was head over heels for her. 

“Y/N, do not start with me.” Klaus growled. You know that your remark about Caroline would bother him and you didn’t care because he was being a hypocrite.

“Don’t judge me on my date and I won’t judge you on yours.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, wearing a straight face.

Klaus fell silent. He narrowed his eyes at you, then gave Kol the death stare and stormed to another room in the house to let off some steam.

“Well then, this night is off to a fantastic start.” Kol joked, in an attempt to ease the tension.

“I mean, am I right or am I right?”

Kol nodded his head in agreement, then grabbed a glass of champagne for you to cheers with him.

Finally the guests started arriving. Every few minutes, more and more arrived. And almost all of them were wowed by how ginormous the mansion is and the choice of decor for the occasion. 

You stayed by Kol’s side while the both of you playfully voiced your opinions to each other about each guest that walked in. One of the things you do enjoy about Kol is that he doesn’t take everything seriously. He’s someone you can have fun with.

“Kol! Look Look!” You tapped him on the arm with your hand to look forward to get his attention because he got carried away on his smart phone. He was still getting the hang of using that device.

“Oooo who is it now?” He asked excitedly, putting his phone in his pocket.

“That’s that slut Elena and her Salvatore brothers. Klaus has told me all about her.” You said disgustingly.

“I bet they have threesomes. How fun.” Kol said, raising his brows up. 

You gagged, almost choking on your champagne.

“You alright there, darling?” Kol laughed, patting you on the back.

“Thank you. Thank you for that comment. I almost just died because of you.”

(Later…)

After sharing laughs and even more champagne, you decided to excuse yourself to the ladies room. “I’ll be back, Kol.”

“No matter.” Kol replied.

“Do you mind?” You asked, handing him your champagne glass to hold onto until you come back. He responded with a nod, then you went on your way.

Coming back from the loo, you didn’t see Kol in his original spot, you figured he’d be back, so you just hung around waiting for him to return. You observed all of the guests having a great time and even spotted Klaus with Caroline. He was just so mesmerized by her. Gross.

What you didn’t notice is that every now and then throughout the night, Klaus would look around to check up on you, making sure you’re not getting into any trouble with Kol. He despised that the one person you happened to allow to escort you is Kol. He knows the ins and outs of his little brother and doesn’t think his intentions for you are good.

“I see your escort is not by your side.” You hear from behind you, so you turn around to see that it’s Elijah, the oh so noble steed.

“Oh yeah. He’s probably grabbing a bite, if you know what I mean.” Blood from a human’s neck is exactly what you meant.

“Certainly. And might I add, I’ve noticed that the two of you have become quite friendly this evening.”

“I mean, if you say so Elijah.” You shrugged your shoulders at Elijah’s opinion. You wondered why it concerns him because Elijah is the least judgmental out of all of his brothers. Maybe he’s just making small talk? Who knows.

“Well, I-” Before Elijah could get a sentence out, Kol pops up and disrupts.

“Ah there you are, Y/N. Am I interrupting?” Kol said half-aloud with that accent of his that you just die for. Instead of finishing his sentence, Elijah just ended up excusing himself.

Not a moment too soon, you see Elijah making himself known at the top of stairs. “If anyone could gather, please.”

You and Kol were the first ones at the stairs. Elijah waited until the rest of his siblings followed. 

As you were minding your business watching everyone gather, out of nowhere Kol decides to snake his arm around your waist. It made your heart skip a beat and you surely hoped Kol didn’t hear it. You didn’t want him to know that he makes you nervous. 

As Klaus was excusing himself from being by Caroline’s side, he did see Kol getting too touchy for his own comfort. It did infuriate him, making him tempted to snap Kol’s neck right there on the spot. But, Klaus, and all the rest of his siblings, know how important this ball if to their mother, Esther. So, Klaus chose to let this one go.

You turned your head while your eyes were scanning around the room and the moment you saw Klaus, you quickly moved Kol’s arm away from your waist.

Once Klaus and Rebekah finally made their way to join the three of you at the top of the stairs, Elijah made his speech inviting all of the guests to join in on The Waltz. 

The guests followed to the ballroom, but you just stood in your spot, being left alone at the stairs. “Shit.” You said to yourself.

(Meanwhile…)

“You best mind your manners when it comes to Y/N. Do you comprehend?” Klaus growled at Kol as they were walking down the stairs.

“Don’t worry Nik, she’s safe with me.” Kol smiled and gave a wink.

Klaus wasn’t amused with his brother whatsoever, so he shot him a glare and stormed off to find Caroline.

Kol looked left and right after finally noticing that you’re nowhere near him. He looked behind him at the stairs and saw that you have a lost look on his face, so he rushed over to you.

“What’s the matter?” Kol asked, concerned that it was something serious.

“Um. This is embarrassing, but I don’t know how to Waltz or whatever. Nobody ever taught me.”

“Not to fret, darling. It’s easy. Just follow my lead.” Kol assured you, then picked up your hand, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Of course, you blushed bright red at his gesture.


The night ended amazingly. When the night was coming to an end, you and all of The Mikaelsons stood around to thank every guest for coming. 

After all of the guests were finally gone, Klaus disappeared to his room to do god knows what. That’s when Kol decided to take advantage of the opportunity. You were about to leave to walk to your room, but Kol stopped you by lightly grabbing your wrist.

“Yes?” You were puzzled.

“I don’t mean to be a too much of a bother, but how about we pretend?” Kol flashed a grin.

“Pretend? Pretend what?” You chuckled at his suggestion. The word ‘pretend’ just brings you back to your childhood when you would use your wild imagination to ‘play pretend’.

“Seeing as we live under the same roof, allow me to walk you…to your bedroom.”

“This is really corny but okay.” As cheesy as you think this is, you can’t blame Kol because he was out of the loop for a hundred years. But, this gesture of his did make you feel some type of way.

Reaching your bedroom, the two of you were face to face under your door frame. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Instead of Kol kissing the back of your hand per usual, he left a gentle kiss on your forehead, then left elsewhere in the mansion.

This night ended up being better than you’ve ever anticipated. 

Not Safe (C.H)

{pic not mine}

warnings: cussing, mention of religion

A.N: i’m not christian so i’m sorry if any of what i say is offensive,, im trying not to mention as much religion…

His hands started to give out from holding his weight up for so long, so he hovered above on his elbows for support. That deepened the kiss. Tongue was everywhere, you wouldn’t even know what the goal was with this tongue. His crotch brushed against hers, a slight tough but enough to make him moan her name ever so loudly into her neck.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed into her neck. He placed small kisses on her neck and on her shoulder, moving back up to her neck. He was having the time of his life. As for her, she stared up at the ceiling. In lust? In desperation? Was she grabbing onto his shirt, desperate for a deeper touch? No. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with boredom, her breathing stable, her body stiff as wood. The routine was simple and the same. Her five year long boyfriend would come over for steak and mashed potatoes for dinner with her parents, sometimes it was with mac and cheese when her mom felt adventurous! Then they’d go up to her room for their 7-8 study session, only to turn into an intense make out session. Or an intense make out session for him. But it never ended with sex. The Lord would not approve of premarital sex. Please do not break the routine.

He let out a grunt and placed one last kiss to her collarbone, letting out a deep sigh. He lifted his head above hers and touched their noses, rubbing his tip against hers. “God, I want to marry you,” he sighed. His eyes were still closed in lust as he savored her smell, the taste of her. Her eyes were wide open, her lips forming a fake smile to show him she was just as enthusiastic as he was. His eyes opened to meet hers and he returned a bigger smile to her. He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly made his way off of her, letting out a loud groan as he made his way up. He sat back on the bed and watched as she made her way up as well, her hair just slightly messed up from the slight head movements on the pillow, her lips glistening from spit and chap stick. Their eyes met and his smile turned into a smirk, proud of his work of art. She placed her hands in her lap and returned a small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to move a strand of hair away from her face.

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1st house notes and random facts ✨📝✨:

• The cusp or beginning point of the first house is called the ascendant aka rising sign

•The sign of the ascendant,planets aspecting the ascendant,and any planet in the 1st house strongly color your physical appearance,characteristics,mannerisms,and how you normally act

•The ruling planet of the sign on the ascendant will be of much importance in your life(other than the positions of the Sun and Moon)so you need to check the house position and aspects made to said planet

•The ascendant generally rules physical appearance in terms of facial characteristics

• Other factors in the chart affect appearance such as planetary dominants,and the sign and house positions of the Sun and Moon

•Venus in the 1st house/Conjunct the ascendant and Libra/Taurus risings are more likely to have more physically pleasing/attractive faces but you do not need this placement to be physically attractive to someone-check out other placements/your synastry w/ppl 💗💗💗 P.S. Not all with said placements are guaranteed to be exceptionally attractive,they could just be gifted socially or with some other Venusian quality

•If they got Jupiter in the 1st they prolly thicc af😩💦💦

• Planetary/Sign influences in any house can be expressed in so many ways,it’s just likely that what you hear is most likely to be manifested due to them being common circumstances to occur in peoples’ lives

• I’ve read that the 1st house also affects early life and environment along with the 3rd house and 4th house,like Pluto in the 1st can manifest as one having to become self sufficient at an early age due to hardships making one somewhat of a loner while Venus in the 1st may have a more pleasant outlook on life due to peaceful early experiences

• Men with moon in the 1st(Venus can do this too) tend to have more feminine faces and/or mannerisms and vibes 🌙

• Watery placements here(Cancer/Pisces ascendants or Moon/Neptune in the 1st house) tend to soak up the emotional coloring of the atmosphere so it’s best for you bitches to imagine a white light around you as you are subject to the moods of others💦💦

• Mars in the 1st is coming to shit on all you bitches.

• Pisces ascendants/Neptune in the 1st house/ in Conjunction,Trine,Sextile to the ascendant are usually blessed with a dreamy,magnetic quality to the eyes✨☁️✨

• They say that Scorpio ascendants/ Pluto in the 1st house have penetrating stares/gazes but Ima be honest I ain’t notice none of u hoes. 😬🤗🤗

• Uranus in the 1st house is said to be hella tall but I know a lot of short bitches with Uranus in the 1st so always check how ur ascendant is aspected or if there are other planets in there

• @ayyries said it first, Capricorn risings got that resting bitch face.

•Beyoncé got a Venus-Pluto conjunction right on her Libra ascendant and Pluto tends to intensify characteristics of the sign it’s in or planets it aspects I guess u can say she’s intensely beautiful,yet dangerous woman with that Pluto up there🌷🐝🐝🐝

•Mars,Saturn, and Plutonian(also the signs ruling them) risings tend to be intimidating in certain ways like Mars is probably more intimidating in an outspoken,threatening way(@ Nicki I love u)🔥🔥🔥 while Saturn and Pluto are more intimidating in a quiet way giving them a more mysterious “fuck with me at ur own risk” vibe but sometimes these 2 are just very introverted

•Sun and Mars affecting this sector usually gives physical strength so don’t fucking trip🌚🌚

• Sun/Leo risings like @zodiacale tend to usually have really thick,beautiful hair but I’ve read that men can be prone to balding especially if the Sun is afflicted ☀️

•Taurus,Cancer,Leo,and Pisces risings are more prone towards having weight problems as well as Jupiter risings,but this is usually manifested later in life for some of them

• The asteroid Chiron is associated with ones’ most painful experiences especially in early life,as well as healing so with the 1st house, one could have some wound associated with self image,insecurities/pain related to appearance, or easily be a victim to bullying in childhood, like this all depends on circumstances in ones life

✨Quick little note: This is my first astrology post and I’d appreciate it if other astroblogs added to my notes with their own observations and/or knowledge or correct me if I’m wrong and they know more or something lol

The Mars Series: Mars by Sign

Hi, I’m going to start a Mars series. I will discuss Mars by Sign briefly and then later will go into more detail by aspects in natal charts.

Mars is the planet of war and aggression. It is a red planet. I have written in the past that Mars on the Asc or in the 1st house can give a “reddish” appearance to someone ( blush easily, red tones to hair, ruddy complexion, lean ). I myself have Mars in the 1st house. Mars represents our sex drive, our ambitions and what we go after we want. It represents how aggressive, assertive or passive we are. It represents athletics and sports. Traditionally Mars represents what kind of man a man is and what a woman finds in a man. However, that doesn’t mean a woman doesn’t see the Mars in herself. A woman with a strong Mars present in herself will find her Mars personality strong. Examples of a strong Mars: many well aspected planets to Mars, lots of planets in Aries, Mars in Aries, Mars in 1st house, Mars conjunct the Asc, etc.

For the purpose of this article I will write how Mars influences personality, whether you are a man or woman. This is not necessarily about attraction or anything. You may find some ring true to you and some do not.

Mars in Aries people can be quick to anger but they are quick to forget. They are fiery. Can have temper tantrums, especially during childhood. There is a likelihood that this person likes to be active and outdoors. They like to keep moving; always seems like they are in a hurry.Can be impatient and rude at times even if they aren’t trying to be. Can be mean at times. These people are blunt and direct and know what they want. They know how to achieve their goals. They are not afraid of starting projects; may come off as “pushy.” There is a high sex drive; likes things quick and dirty.

Mars in Taurus people can be slow to anger and can keep their anger pent up. When anger is finally released it comes out like a volcano! Mars in Taurus people are driven to make money and have stability. They are rocks. They can be very sensual and may like to be outdoors like an Aries Mars person, but appreciate nature and trails/birds/wildlife more so. Weight lifting, yoga can be a good way for these people to stay in shape. These people are generally more patient than the Aries Mars person.

Mars in Gemini has a nervous energy. Can be a busybody. Likes to talk during sex. Likes to talk in general. They like exercises in which they can talk to people; maybe running in groups. Running is a good exercise for these people, but maybe not long distances. Short, fast spurts of running in addition to other forms of exercise. Variety is  the spice of life and that includes sexual partners, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Needs to be busy and moving around.

Mars in Cancer can be moody. There could be angry outbursts when upset. Mars in Cancer people when they like sports they always prefer the home team. They are traditional. They are sensual, caring and like to meet their partners’ needs. They are very protective and will fight if anyone threatens their loved ones. Men with this placement may be attracted to very feminine women who would make good mothers. I think this placement would make a good father, if a man. Mars in Cancer person can be patriotic and would take great pride in fighting for their homeland.

Mars in Leo, like any fire Mars, is quick to anger and quick to respond. While a Mars in Aries may quickly let go of anger, a Mars in Leo person may hold on for a little longer. Mars in Leo is a fixed sign, so there is definitely some stubbornness and a slight tendency to hold grudges. While Mars in Leo may enjoy sports and being active, they also can have a laziness streak. Mars in Leo is driven by pride, their ego and looking good/keeping appearances. That being said, they can be very charming when they want to be! They are overall very likeable! It is possible that they get bossy.

Mars in Virgo does not get angry easily. While Virgo is a sensitive sign, they do not easily show. Mars in Virgo is not showy with emotions or anger for that matter. When they do get angry, it is often manifested in a more irritable manner. They can be perfectionists with athletics, their diets, sex, etc. If they are angry with you, they will pinpoint your every flaw and won’t make you forget it. But this is only because they can be sensitive themselves. Mars in Virgo likes order and structure and routine. Eating well is important to them, as well as having a routine for exercise.

Mars in Libra prefers balance and tries not to anger easily. They are driven by cooperation and friendliness. Mars in Libra can be very flirty, even if they have no intentions of being with you sexually. They are naturally very friendly and want to get along with people. Mars in Libra men tend to care about their appearance and like to appear clean cut. Mars in Libra may fight for equality and fairness in marriage, love, gender rights, etc. They may not be the most intense, but they can hold conversation and can be charming.

Mars in Scorpio can be very intense. Can be very moody. Anger can be an issue here, but not in the same way for a fire Mars. Can hold in anger until it explodes and becomes unpleasant for everyone. Can be brooding. High sex drive, though, even if he/she doesn’t get it all the time. Is very passionate. Can be a doting partner, but very intense and may scare people away. Can be powerful and delegate tasks easily. Do not want to cross this one when they are mad! I think this is a good placement for endurance sports, but may be taken to the extreme. May overdo exercise, or get obsessed with it. Can become obsessed with sex, or sexual partner/s.

Mars in Sagittarius is generally fun loving and likes to move around and be active. Like all fire Mars, they can be quick to anger but are quick to forget. Can be impulsive. Sports are generally a good placement for Mars in Sagittarius… sports of all kinds. Mars here is freedom loving and relaxed. A high sex drive here as with many fire signs. May be attracted to different lands or foreign men/women.

Mars in Capricorn can be icy. They are not quick to anger, but are generally more patient than other Mars signs. They are steady and work at their own pace. They have their own methods for doing things; they like to be busy and have order. They like to make money. They are not the most showy when it comes to sex and affection, but prefer to keep things private. Some things are best to be kept to the imagination. Not the most affectionate, but very loyal. Sexual encounters may come later in life, maybe a late bloomer. Can lack confidence in early years, but confidence grows as the person gets older. Likes structure. Good for endurance sports. If you are financially secure, this is a turn on.

Mars in Aquarius, like Capricorn, can be very cool and in some people cold. When they are angry, it can come off as indifference and aloofness. They do not like anger and are uncomfortable with emotions. Aquarius is a thinking sign. Aquarius is driven by fairness, justice, equality and will fight for the underdog. They can be fanatical about their political opinions. Could sleep with someone after discussing politics or sleep with a political “foe”. Intelligence is a turn on. They are caring yet cool. Sex lives can be erratic; may have  alot during a period of time, then none. They are freedom loving.

Mars in Pisces is driven by creativity. This is a creative position. A good position for creating art or music. Mars in Pisces is generally a soft position, but the downside can be moodiness, emotional ups and downs, and indecisiveness. Can be scared to ask for what they want. Can cheat on partners or be cheated on. Can appear soft or weak, even if person isn’t. Can be passive aggressive. Can be hot or cold. But these are people who are very caring and do not want to hurt anyone. They can be doting partners. People who make art or music is a turn on. Artists. Sometimes this can indicate drug use to escape but not always.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: The Bachelor Party

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
Summary:
It was just a regular bachelor party that you had to work that night, but what you weren’t expecting were two eligible bachelors that caught your interest…
Word Count: 4,515
Warning: No smut, just ya know… Dirty dancing, lap dances, and Negan’s vulgarity as usual… Seriously tho, the dancing is very very dirty. 
Author’s Note: So, I’m not sure if I want to do a two-parter for this story, but for now, let’s settle on this story being a one-shot. I currently have taken a liking to Steven Ogg and literally freaked out when he and JDM were on the same panel at WSC London (wish Austin Amelio wasn’t sitting between them, but beggars can’t be choosers right?) lmao, anyway, I need more of these two bc my god I’ve got a thing for them both and I’m still waiting for them to be standing next to each other in one goddamn frame pls 

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Songs: Pony by Ginuwine || Grind On Me by Pretty Ricky

“Take a seat, take a seat, take a motherfucking seat, Jason!” Negan grinned, taking the groom-to-be by the shoulders and pushing him into a chair in the middle of the room.

Jason’s wedding wasn’t until this weekend, but the group of men decided to take his bachelor party to Las Vegas. They didn’t want to risk bumping into his fiancée at any of the bars, though, that was highly unlikely.

“I said no strippers, guys!” Jason exclaimed, fidgeting in his seat. “Anne’s going to be angry! I told her no strippers! Just gambling and drinks out with my guys…”

“Calm down, Jase. Seriously. Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Besides, you’re telling me that her bunch of girlfriends didn’t bring her her own stripper? Come on. It wouldn’t be a bachelor or bachelorette party without a stripper,” Simon interrupted, walking behind Jason and gently squeezing his shoulders to calm him down.

“There are five of us altogether and only you and Negan are the ones that are single,” Jason added.

“And what’s your fucking point, Jason?” Negan smirked, sipping on his glass of scotch as he leaned against the bar in their hotel suite.

“All I’m saying is that you two can’t talk about feeling guilty because this woman can dance all up on you and you won’t have to worry about a fiancée or wife getting angry with you,” Jason replied, motioning to the other men that were his groomsmen.

“Lighten up. It’s not like you’re going to fuck her. Right, Jase?” Negan teased, chuckling quietly as the man sitting in the chair grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa to throw towards Negan’s head.

“Fuck you, Negan.”

“Seriously, Jason. She’ll be here for two hours tops. That’s it. She’ll give you one dance and that’ll be it,” Negan sighed, trying to reason with the other man. “This is your last chance to do this. Just fucking live a little.”

“Pour me a shot of Patron,” he demanded.

Negan smirked, “That’s more like it!”

The men clinked their shot glasses together before downing the shot simultaneously. Suddenly, they were all broken out of their reverie when they heard a knock at the door.

“She’s here,” Negan winked.

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So Long Sunday - Quantico Finale!

It’s here, the end, the ending I planned from the start then doubted and stuck to. Thanks to @kateyes224 @sunflowerseedsandscience and @therobbinsnest for reassuring me when I lost my nerve at the eleventh hour, and to you, everyone who has reblogged and cmmented and supported this surprise of a series. And to David and Gillian, for Mulder and Scully, and I guess Chris too, for thinking of them and then leaving me so much unfinished business to play with….

Monday Night is Laundry Night || Tuesday Night is Taco Night || Washout Wednesday || Three Acts on a Thursday || First Thing Friday || Friday Night by Headlight || Sunrise Saturday || Words for a Weekend


SUNDAY

Reality arrives with a sudden shift in the sheets and then the most awful noise Scully has ever heard in the dead of night. Somewhere between a scream and the word “NO”, Mulder is thrashing beside, her, sweat-slicked and just shouting over and over again as his eyes flicker desperately behind their screwed shut lids. Everything she knows about sleepwalkers and nightmares flies out of her head, she can’t not wake him, not when his fingers are twisted cruelly in the sheets as if he’s grasping for something or someone who is just beyond his reach. Trying to stay out of range, in case he startles, Scully reaches over and starts to smooth Mulder’s hair rhythmically back from the stress lines gathered on his forehead, he jerks a little and so she starts speaking, just his name and that he’s safe and she’s there, in the soft, bedside voice she learned on her pediatrics rotation.

‘Come back, Mulder, it’s okay. Just wake up. Shhh. I’ve got you’

And slowly, painfully slowly, her kindness wears the edges from his anguish, his cries become whimpers, and then subside, hands loosening in she sheets as his eyes, dark with terror flutter open.

‘Scully?’ he manages, and then she is crushed to his chest, closer than close and he’s sobbing into her hair. She holds him just as tightly, holding him together, Mulder’s strength and size so diminished by his terror that Scully almost believes despite her petiteness she could shield him, wrap him completely in her strength and so fight off his demons before they can reach him.

When his grip and breathing have relaxed enough to let moonlight and air between them Scully asks,

‘What did you dream?’ half expecting that he won’t answer. Mulder rolls away onto his back, waits a breath and then reaches back for her hand, unable to meet her eyes but needing her touch.

‘I’m walking down a long corridor with a group of other men. We’re all in suits, we work together I think, and as we walk we pass doors on either side. The doors stretch endlessly away, in both directions and at each door someone stops, opens a little hatch and looks through. Then they make a note, close the hatch and move on. It all seems very normal at first. Like it’s just another day on the job. But then it’s my turn to look in and when I do, something shifts.’

He takes a deep breath and his grip on her hand tightens a little. Scully turns in so she can hold on more tightly, both her arms wrapped around one of his, and when he doesn’t shrug her off she rests her forehead on his shoulders and waits for him to continue.

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One In The Same

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Bobby

Word Count: 2,806

Warnings: None

Request:  Can you do a Dean imagine where Bobby called a friend to help with a case but he had to send his daughter? And it just so happens that the daughter is basically a female Dean so Sam sets them up on a date.

Author’s Note: Please leave requests, I love to get them and read them! If you want to be tagged in my future fics and my Series Rewrite that is coming soon, let me know! Feedback is always appreciated!

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You’ve always been a lone hunter. When your mom died by a Djinn, your dad did everything he could to kill the monster. You were old enough to know what was real and what was just in your imagination and monsters were very much real.

Eventually, your dad killed the thing but he couldn’t stop there. He actively searched for monsters and killed them, protecting people and saving lives. He trained you like he was your drill sergeant so that once he was gone, you could take over and save people.

You didn’t have much of a choice but did as you were told anyways. Your father died not long ago and it broke your heart because you were the one to kill him. A demon was possessing you and did awful things that you’d rather not talk about. You busied yourself to shut the pain off but you were broken inside. You didn’t have anyone left or anywhere to go.

Yes, you’ve met hunters along the way but they were your dad’s friends. You’ve met Bobby Singer, Ellen and Jo, Frank and Rufus. They always asked for your dad’s help but he was gone now. You kept everything he owned, even his cell phone. No one but you know he died so if his phone rings, you assumed it would be another hunter.

You always had it on you but not one phone call came in. You were glad in a way because you liked hunting alone. You haven’t met another hunter that was the same as you so you never tried to find them.

You were at a bar, drinking a whiskey when you heard a phone ring. You knew that ringtone anywhere. You pulled out your dad’s phone and gulped. You answered it, putting it to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked quietly. You didn’t know who it was because your dad never saved any contacts.

“Is Y/D/N there?” You heard a man ask.

“I’m sorry, who is this?”

“Bobby Singer.” Your eyes widened at the name. You hadn’t seen him since you were a small child.

“Bobby? Are you okay?” He wouldn’t be calling unless it was an emergency.

“Who is this?” Bobby demanded.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Remember me?” You downed the rest of your whiskey and put a twenty on the counter. You got up and walked out of the bar and to your 1959 Cadillac Series 62.

“Y/N? It’s good to hear your voice but where is your dad?” You bit your lip and got behind the wheel but didn’t turn the car on.

“Dead.” You whispered.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for calling then.”

“No, it’s fine. You always call for a reason. What’s up?”

“I’m working a case with Sam and Dean and I could really use your help.”

“Those are John’s boys, right? I remember you mentioning your friend John and his kids. I’ve never met them but I’ll come out to you. Where are you?” You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

“Phoenix, Arizona. How far away are you?”

“Only a few hundred miles. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hung up before he could ask anything else and you sighed. Time to hit the road again. At least you’ll be busy this time.

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Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

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Imagine being close with the Shelby family and Thomas cannot believe how perfect you are.

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I will not be doing this often as my blog is a Game Of Thrones one and that is how it will remain. However, I am obsessed with Peaky Blinders and will be posting 1 imagine for Thomas Shelby and very rarely may post an imagine for other shows. This means perhaps 1 every 15 imagines. I am only going to post it because it is already written but it shall not be a regular thing. If that makes any sense.

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Great Minds Think Alike

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, John (mentioned throughout)

Word Count: 2,828

Warnings: None, just fluff

Request:  I freaking loved one in the same, and I was wondering if you could do a version for Sammy?

One in the Same

You don’t need to read this one first but this is that is the Dean version of it. 

Author’s Note: Please, send in requests because I love reading them and I love writing them! If you would like to be tagged in my future fics and my Series Rewrite that is coming soon, let me know and I’ll add you!

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Originally posted by hugs4sammy

Hunting was always what you enjoyed doing. You didn’t plan on entering the life; in fact, you grew up as a normal child. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It started in high school when a bung of your friends wanted to go camping in the woods where no one went.

You never wanted to go in the first place. You thought that sitting in bed, reading a god book was more appealing than going camping and drinking until your brain fell out. You were always a shy and reserved girl, always reading books and doing the right thing.

You loved to read anything from Shakespeare to fairytales. Even though you mostly read non-fiction, you enjoyed fiction from time to time. As you grew older, you distant yourself from your friends so you could focus on school and get your degree in Creative Writing. But none of that happened because you had to go camping.

At first, they dismissed the rustling and growls as “just the wind” but then they got louder and closer. You hated being out there with friends who weren’t really your friends. You thought you saw red eyes in the dark but when you blinked, they were gone. Everyone there called you crazy and you tried to be as relaxed as they were but you knew better.

The thing attacked Christina first, dragging her into the woods by her hair. Then it got Trevor and Alice, taking them with it to God knows where. The rest of you tried to take cover, using sticks and rocks as weapons against the hairless creature.

You didn’t know what would happen to you because you were a tiny little thing, you had no chance up against this thing. It already took the strongest man there out so who were you to stand a chance? If it wasn’t for John Winchester, you would be dead. He came out into the woods with another man, attacking the thing like they’ve been doing it their wholes lives.

Half of your friends were either gone or dead. The ones that were alive, already left, leaving you behind to deal with the aftermath. The man that John was with left to go find the others to see if they were alive while John gladly took you home.

It was then that you learned that the things in the night were very much real. He didn’t want to give out too much, afraid of corrupting you but you were intrigued. You’ve always thought that lore and the supernatural were always fascinating to you so could you blame the man when you started reading up?

You learned so much that year. You even found a case where it looked as if a demon was acting up in a town nearby. You immediately jumped at the chance, learning how to take them down and how to protect yourself.

That first time, didn’t go so well but that didn’t stop you. You were always determined and soon enough, you got good and then you got great. Hunting was your life all thanks to John Winchester. You didn’t blame him for one second because if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be doing the things you love. You wondered if John was still alive or not.

That is why you dropped out of college and took up hunting as a full- time career. You traveled the United States, saving people and even meeting a few hunters on the way. You know you could be a better hunter but like everything else, practice makes perfect.

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I Am An Alpha Ch 4: He’s Here

“He’s here.” Jin and I say at the same time the moment the leader is on the property.

Jin sniffs the air again, “And he has another one with him.”

“What is that, six so far?” Tae mentally counts each man we’ve met.

“I wonder if there are any more?” Jimin muses.

Hoseok chuckles, “Do you think you’ll be able to handle more than six?”

I glare at him, “I’ve had to deal with you idiots for 100 years, I think I can manage my mates.”

“Make sure you don’t loose that fiest of yours, it’ll make life more fun,” Yoongi sighs as he strokes my head. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. He nuzzles my hair before placing a few kisses on my head. “Our life is going to be pretty boring without you now.”

I lean into his embrace and rest my head on his shoulder, “I’m going to miss you too Hyung.”

“They are about to come out so we should get the goodbyes out of the way. They didn’t appreciate you holding on to Jin hyung but they dealt with it but I doubt they will allow you to hug all of us,” Namjoon advises with his arms open to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. “I’m going to miss you little wolf.”

“Stop saying that stuff, you are going to make me cry,” I huff, trying my best to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

“None of that,” Jimin shushes me before pulling me into his embrace, “We don’t need them coming out here to you bawling your eyes out over us.”

“I can’t help it,” I whimper, suddenly feeling vulnerable with the realization sinking in that this is a real good bye. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this. I haven’t been away from you guys for more than a few hours since we met. I have never slept more than a mile away from Jin, I don’t know how I’m supposed to go from this to being all by myself.”

“You won’t be by yourself, you have plenty of mates to distract you. They will be fighting to spoil you with attention,” Hoseok tries to cheer me up as he takes his turn hugging me.

“You don’t need us anymore mama wolf,” Taehyung gives me a sad smile, he pinches my cheeks. “You are going to finally have a real home.”

“Taehyung-ah,” I grab his jacket and pull him closer for another hug. “You guys are my home. Even though this wasn’t the way I had planned my life as a kid I’m happy we all met.”

“Stop with all the mushy stuff and come over here,” Jin demands softly. His hug is the tightest, he knows there is a good chance that we may never be able to do this again. Once I’m with my mates they won’t let another alpha near, let alone touch me. They only are restrained because they haven’t actually caught my scent yet. The moment catch my untainted scent we all know their alpha instincts are going to kick in and they are going to loose it if one of my pack members even looks at me the wrong way.

Suddenly Jin releases me and everyone gets into the same position we were in earlier. Even though I’ve seen most of them before I find myself hiding behind Jin once again, only afraid of a particular wolf. Peeking over Jin’s shoulder I see five men coming out of the back door. Three are from earlier, Baekhyun, Tao, and Sehun, I believe their names are. One of the new ones doesn’t feel as threatening as the others, he’s about Baekhyun’s height, with short black hair. He’s undeniably attractive, a perfect V shaped face, wide shoulders, nice hips. As much as I enjoy looking at him I force myself to ignore his good looks and amazing scent to follow my nose to the familiar scent tickling my nose.

The smell of firewood fills my nostrils blocking out any of the other scents, dominating my senses. My eyes lock with golden ones that belong to the tall blond man leading the group. He’s taller than Tao with sharp features that remind me of a dragon. Dressed in a full black suit he looks incredibly handsome, I find myself biting my lip as my eyes scan him up and down. The group of men stop a few yard from their house leaving a good distance in between us.

“I hear you are here for your pup,” The man questions. His voice is deep like I always imagined it would be. It feels so surreal to finally see him again and in his human form, he is just as beautiful. My hands on tighten their grip on Jin’s shoulders to keep them form trembling. As happy as I am to see him I can’t help but remember the terrifying moment of him on top of me, teeth snapping, his monstrous growls echo through my ears. I gulp, something every wolf notices.

“Yes we are,” Namjoon answers, standing as tall as he possible can to show he’s not intimidated by the older wolf. “We apologize for trespassing on your property, as soon as we get our pup we will be out of your hair.”

The man stares at Namjoon as if he is ready to kill him, “I also hear you are using our mate as a bargaining tool to get your pup back.”

“Hold on one second,” Joon tries to defend himself but the man gives him no time.

“You are disgusting,” The man spits. “What kind of alpha uses a innocent omega as bait? Are you not strong enough to take your pup back by force? You shouldn’t be allowed to call yourself a head alpha if you can’t even protect your pack.”

“Watch your mouth,” Jin snarls back.

The man’s eyes shift to Jin and I. He sniffs the air before wrinkling his nose in disgust, “I know this smell. How could I forget the man who shot me?”

Jin chuckles dryly, “So you do you remember?”

“Of course.”

“Does that mean you remember me?” I question as I step out form behind Jin. All eyes shift to me, I watch him with my head cocked to the side, suddenly not feeling so bashful. It would be a lie to say that I’m not upset that he couldn’t recognize me all those years ago. His eyes narrow on me but he says nothing. “Maybe this helps,” I take Jin’s hat put it on, making sure to keep my hair out of my face. Those golden eyes of his go wide.

“The boy I attacked.”

“This is getting off track,” Namjoon brings everything back around, “Where is our pup?”

“We are in the middle of something,” The man rages.

“He’s right though,” I interject,  “Where is Jungkook?”

He growls and mumbles something under his breath before sharing a look with the other wolves behind him. I scan the house when he waves back to Sehun who dragging Jungkook out behind him. My fists clench at my sides at the sight of my pour beaten pup being thrown into the snow in front the pack of men. We all take a step forward, ready to run to him but the chorus of growls from the men stop us.

“Here is your pup, now hand over our mate,” The man snaps. My pack looks to me, I know they don’t want me to really go but I have to, not just for Kookie but for my wolf who is scratching at my insides to run to them. My wolf instincts and my human mind battle for dominance in the situation. My mates are there waiting for me but so is Jungkook. He looks up at me, one eye almost swollen shut, blood is running down his face, he looks about ready to cry. The pup stands up on shaking legs and begins wobbling towards us. I can’t control my legs anymore, I find myself running full speed into the field but not to my mates.

I reach Kookie in no time and tackle the pup to the ground, straddling his hips I rest on top of him with my arms around his neck and his face tucked into the crook of my neck. He cries softly in my embrace, wrapping his arms around me as he mumbles thank yous under his breath.

“Hyung I was so scared,” He cried louder this time, “I missed you so much.”

I shush the younger, “It’s okay Kookie, I’ve got you.” For a moment all feels right in the world with that pup in my arms, but that doesn’t last long. The growls start again, this time from both ends of the field. I look up at my mates, I see no more golden hues, instead I see blood red eyes staring down at me. The dominance radiating off them keeps me down on all fours and commands my inner omega to bare her neck and beg for forgiveness. But the alpha I was raised helps me to be able to bare my teeth a let out a growl of my own.

“Get away from that mutt,” The leader snarls.

“This mutt is my pack member and my pup,” I snap back, surprising not only myself but also every wolf there. The surprise is gone from their faces a minute later when their inner alphas rage in jealousy and anger. I try to stay strong but they continue to pour more and more pheromones into the air making it hard for me to breath. Black splotches begin to appear in my vision as I try to stay up, my heart is racing and my breathing becomes labored. Kookie notices and quickly tries to control the situation by cupping my face.

“Hyung calm down,” The young alpha commands.

“They hurt you Kookie,” I snap back.

He shakes his head, “I’m fine Hyung, please calm down and stop this stand off. You are over working yourself.”

“I’m fine,” I lie.

“You are having an attack, you need to look at me,” He demands. I hesitantly break eye contact with the man to look down at Kookie. “Now take a deep breath. Forget about those men, just focus on me, okay?” Without any hesitation I follow his commands like I have a thousand times before. His thumbs are stroking my cheeks, the heat from his beaten body draws me in and I relax against him. “Rest Hyung,” He whispers this last command as I burry my face into the crook of his neck and breath in his familiar scent, it reminds me of a rainstorm. Another moment passes and I find myself completely exhausted. Sleep is impossible to fight, regardless of my panicking pack members rushing towards us and my mates joining in the race, teeth bared, ready for a fight. I just can’t ignore it.

Boy BBC Contract



Sissy Boy BBC Contract


I,    JESSICA LUV _________________________________________________ agree to the following rules, and will adhere to them faithfully:

I will submit my mind, body and soul fully to Big Black Cocks (BBC) as often as possible from now on and for the rest of my life in all of the following ways, as well as those not listed.


1. I am no longer dressing for myself. I am no longer dressing for my gender. I am no longer dressing to pass as a woman as most sissy boys are prone to do. I am dressing for other men, Black men. I am dressing to attract and please Black men. I will dress the part always. I agree that I will, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, dress in the absolute sexiest clothing with which I can get away with, depending on the circumstances. When I have to dress in boy clothes I will wear the sexiest panties, thongs or boy shorts underneath as a sign of my submission. I will rarely wear pants or jeans unless demanded by work. My normal clothing, however, will be sexy short skirts, dresses and any sexy, revealing outfits BBC desires.


Dressing to please and attract Black men takes more time and work but it will pay off tremendously in the amount of attention received. Always keep in mind that Black men will demand this simple rule when a sissy boy chooses what to wear: Think whore first, slut second and white trash third. This will be a radical change for many sissy boys but it’s important to remember that most Black men prefer their sissy boys dressed as a whore and slut at all times. Skimpy dresses and skirts are sexier to most Black men and they provide easier access in erotic situations. You never know when you will have the opportunity to attract a Black man and you need to be dressed for the opportunity when it comes. The sissy lifestyle will probably make you feel like dressing up more and the more you wear dresses and skirts, the more eager and willing you will find yourself submitting to BBC.


2. I will do my hair and makeup to look the absolute sexiest and sluttish I can get away with, depending on the circumstances. I will keep my fingernails long and painted as well as my toenails. I will wear lips stick and lip-gloss 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.


I will apply and reapply lipstick. Black men want to know that I can’t wait to suck their cocks and lipstick is a great way to send that signal. Bright Reds and pinks are best, and really the brighter the red the better. I will lick my lips often in public to show my desire for BBC.


3. I will fuck delicious, beautiful, BBC as often as possible from now on. As a white sissy boy slut for BBC, I agree to never say no to any sexual advances from any Black man that wants me. I further agree to never say no to any and all sex acts a black man may want to do with me or to me.


4. I will inform any and all Black males I suck or fuck that I have signed this Sissy Boy Black Cock Agreement and will present him with a copy on demand. I further agree to frame and post a copy of this Sissy Boy Black Cock Agreement in my bedroom as hear to my bed as possible and in a clearly visible area for all to see.


5. I will suck and be fucked all Black males eagerly and will enthusiastically service my Master’s Black friends, work or business associates or any other Black male as directed. I further agree to submit to any and all Black males directions to have sex with other males or females without regard to my own sexual orientation. I will enthusiastically service all without any limits.


6. I will always swallow cum and never spit from sucking Big Black Cocks.


7. I will not fuck white females even if I am married.  I will not pleasure or be used by white males unless I am instructed to do so by a Black male in the process of converting a white sub to his natural role of being a sissy boy.  I agree to tease all white males about their small pee pees and to force them to submit to Black power and dominance. 

8. I agree that I will never ask or expect a Black male to use a condom with me. I will happily allow all black males to cum inside my boy pussy and fill me with Black seed.


9. I acknowledge that since I actively desire to engage in relationships with Black males where I am used sexually by superior Black men I agree to release any and all Black males, including my Owner if applicable, from all financial liability.

10. I will respectfully and humbly address any and all Black men as “Sir” and any and all Black women as “Ma’am”, or any other title that the I am directed to use by them.


11. I will answer and respond, without hesitation or trepidation, to the names “whore”, “slut”, “bitch”, “cunt”, or any other name or combination thereof, that any and all Black males may call me in public or when alone.


12. I will wear panties all the time and they will be very sexy and tiny, such as lacy or very sheer thongs or G-strings


13. I agree that it is an obligation on my part to encourage other white females and sissy boys (”white” includes Asian, Hispanic, etc.) to go Black. This includes my mother, sisters, daughters or other female and sissy boy family members, friends, daughters friends, women I just met, girls I work with or go to school with, etc. I also agree that I will do my best to have other white females and sissy boys sign an agreement similar to this one.

14. I will be totally dressed as a sissy boy whore in my house at all times, unless there is a very good and legitimate reason not to be, such as the presence of others who would vehemently object or are underage. To the greatest extent possible, being dressed as a sissy boy whore will become my lifestyle at home. I will also be totally dressed as a sissy boy whore when in the presence of Black males at their homes or apartments unless directed by them to stay in my boy clothes. .


15. I agree that when sitting while in the presence of Black males I will keep my legs spread wide apart to show my sissy boy panties and indicate my submission.


16. I will keep my boy clitty smoothly shaved at all times with the exception of a small patch just above my cockette to show my gurly submission unless otherwise directed by a Black male and I will use lotions and powders to help ensure I always fragrant and fresh like a girl.


17. I agree to have a dirty mouth in the presence of all Black males. I will use only graphic words such as “fuck” (not “sex” or “making love”), “cunt” (not “vagina” or “pussy”), “cock” (when describing Black Cocks) and “asshole” (not “anus” or “butt,” such as when saying “Fuck my asshole.”) White penises should be ignored as much as possible but when needed should be described as “cockettes” or “pee-pees” and other such terms.  These are examples only. Such graphic terms should be used at all times rather than the mild terms.


18. I will only use or allow to be used on me a big Black cock shaped dildo unless otherwise directed by a Black male. I also agree to allow all such big Black cock shaped dildos to be used on and in my boy pussy and mouth without limit.


19. I will keep my body free of any additional blemishes, such as tattoos or other markings, EXCEPT for a tattoo on the lower back (tramp stamp just above the waistline) that says “Black Cocks Only” or “Black Cock Sissy Slut”. Piercing of my ears, tongue, nipples, and or piercing of my boy clitty are acceptable and encouraged to promote sexual stimulation in my Black Master.


20. None of the above indicates that I will engage in any activity that may be illegal in my area.


IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have caused this agreement to be written and executed. The signing of this agreement by me, JESSICA LUV __________________________________, constitutes my full understanding that this is a legal and binding contract on me.


I further state that I, JESSICA LUV _______________________________________, being of sound mind and of legal age (18) to enter into a voluntary and legally binding agreement/contract, do hereby proclaim that I have read and understand this contract in its entirety, and that I agree to abide by and comply with all the tenets, conditions, and provisions contained within. I further acknowledge that I believe, with no uncertainty or doubt, that the Black race is biologically superior to the white race, and that I, as a sissy white male, am biologically conditioned to be used by all superior Black Males and superior Black Females for their own sexual enjoyment and entertainment. I therefore agree to this contract in its entirety and agree to take full responsibility and be held to the financiall responsibilities that may come from it, having agreed to this without any reservation, and having signed under my own free will and without any duress.


Furthermore by signing this agreement, I acknowledge that I understand all aspects of this agreement/contract. This contract agreement shall be binding upon me for life.


____________________________________ __________________
Signature of white sissy slut,  Date

JESSICA LUV.      3/23/2016

Coffee Shop | 01 (Yoongi x Reader)

Barista!Yoongi x Reader - Fluff

Words - 1.9k

Pt.1 of ?


“Frozen mint hot chocolate for…Taehyung!” one of the three baristas shouts as he sets a frosty to-go cup at the end of the pick-up counter that is packed with coffee makers and blenders and flavored syrups galore.

A tall man in a long black trench coat steps out of line to eagerly reach for the beverage; a boxy smile forms on his handsome face as he hands his money to the woman at the register.

You follow him with a lazy gaze, trying to make the time pass faster by focusing on the way his long, slender fingers tear open two packets of sugar and dump them unceremoniously onto the top of his frozen hot chocolate. You raise an eyebrow from your spot at the end of the long line of grumpy students and business workers anxiously awaiting their daily dose of caffeine.

‘Did he really just put sugar in there?’ you wonder as the man swirls his drink with a stirrer.

You are still watching him with curiosity when he spins on his heel, drink raised to his lips, and begins to walk toward the exit. However, the man pauses when he catches your slightly judgmental gaze. His eyes meet yours and the two of you have a brief stare-down across the small coffee shop.

“Want a sip?” he asks after a moment, removing the straw from between his lips and offering it in your direction, his eyes innocently wide and genuine.

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Title: Dining in

Pairings: None

Warnings: None


You knew you were attractive. You had the silky Y/H/C and curly hair. Your eyes shined like emeralds in the sun and looked like the forest at night. Your figure wasn’t hourglass shaped but you did have a small waist with thick thighs.

So it was never a surprise when guys would come up to you and slide into the booth you were eating at.

Men always had the same thing to tell you.

“You’re so beautiful. Can I have your number?”

“A girl like you shouldn’t be eating alone.”

“Where’s your boyfriend at?”

It was an endless cycle of the same words. You appreciated the compliments, but sometimes the men would become aggressive once they knew you weren’t interested.

“You’re fat anyways,” was one that you heard once in a while. You would just roll your eyes at the rude ones and continue eating.

Today was a Monday which meant either the same guys would come and try to pick up on you or different guys will come in and try to be “unique” with their pick up lines.

The restaurant you were eating at had become a second home to you. You loved their pancakes and the workers practically became family to you. You could stay there all day if it wasn’t for your job getting in the way.

“I’ll take the usual,” you told Sandy handing her back the menu that you didn’t use.

“No problem sweetie.”

You drank your glass of water that Sandy had brought for you and read the newspaper looking for any cases within a 50 mile radius of the city you lived in.

“Here you go,” Sandy brought you your food and you placed the newspaper down and circled what looked like a case.

You cut up your pancakes into small pieces and poured the maple syrup onto the pieces. You stabbed one of the pieces with your fork and was about to dig into your breakfast when a group of three men walked into the restaurant, making the bell ring as they opened the door.

Their unusual appearance had your eyes glued onto them. They reminded you of the cell phone bars. One was tall, the second one wasn’t as tall, and the third one was the shortest. The tall one had somewhat long hair and looked like he wore three layers of clothing. The second one had short hair but he had more of a punk rock look to him. The last guy wore a suit with a trench coat over, which you thought was an odd combination of clothing.

You eyed them until they sat down at a table. You decided to ignore them and continued on with your food.

You were halfway done with your food when trench coat man slid into the booth in front of you. You froze mid bite and slowly put your fork down, waiting for the typical pick up line to fall out of his mouth.

“Dean said I should go talk to you. I think you’re pretty,” Was all trench coat man had to say.

You were surprised actually. No one had to be convinced by their friends to come up to you.

“Well thank you. I’m Y/N. And you are?”

“I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam and he’s Cas.” The punk rock looking guy slid into the booth next to trench coat man and the tallest man was the last to sit on the booth.

Dean held out his hand to shake your hand but you ignored him.

“What can I help you boys with?” You asked all three of them. Having three men in front of you was a bit overwhelming but nothing you couldn’t handle.

You noticed the tall one eyeing your newspaper and the case that you circled so you pulled it away, hoping he didn’t catch what you circled.

“My buddy Cas here wants your number.” Dean said smiling at his friend, Cas.

You shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Cas, but I don’t date people.”

The tall man, Sam, stared at you as you said that and that made you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“Its okay. Neither do I. I just wanted to let you know that you are a very attractive human being.”

You stifled a laugh and slipped a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “You three aren’t too bad yourselves. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to get to.”

You began sliding out of the booth you were sitting on and taking your newspaper with you when Sam suddenly slammed his hand onto the newspaper, stopping you from taking it. Dean and Cas both looked at Sam, confused.

You tried taking it, but his hand was heavy and wouldn’t budge. “Can I have my paper back please?”

“Sam, what are you doing?” Dean asked.

Sam squinted his eyes at you and at that moment you knew what he was going to say next.

“Are you a hunter?” He asked still squinting his eyes at you.

You hesitated to answer. You never told anyone, not even the people you called family. You assumed that this man was asking you because he was a hunter himself, so you went with your assumption and answered him.

“Yes. How did you know?”

Sam took his big hand off of the newspaper. “Well for one, I seen you circled a death that happened a few days ago on your newspaper. You said you didn’t date which most hunters don’t. Then I looked at what you were wearing. Spandex with a leather jacket and it looks like two layers of clothing. Not to mention the steel toed Doc Martin’s that you have going on here.”

You nodded and smiled and realized that this man knew because he was a hunter himself. “Are you guys hunters too?”

Sam and Dean nodded but Cas didn’t. “What about you?” You asked looking at Cas.

He shook his head. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

You laughed at his joke but seen no one else was laughing. “Oh you’re serious? Okay that’s cool. An angel. Never met one before.”

“So do you care if we help out with your case?” Dean asked you.

“Yes I do care. I work alone.” You replied.

“Well good thing we came here to work on that case anyway.” Sam said slightly laughing.

You rolled your eyes and realized that this was the first time in a while where a guy did more than just try to get into your pants.

Sweetheart

Title: Sweetheart

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,698 

Warnings: use of alcohol, fluff, foreplay, smut

Request: Hi, do you still take OS requests? If you do, can you please write a OS where reader and her (really hot) friend meet Dean at the bar. They both fancy him, but the reader is really shy, barely speaks and blushes every time, when Dean looks at her and she thinks that she’s ugly, so she let her friend flirt with him. But it ends with Dean&reader smut, because he thinks that she’s really cute and her friend is annoying and not so pretty… It would be awesome if you would be able to write this :)

A/N: I apologize for taking so long for this one to come out. I've unfortunately been busy with school as the end of the semester is this week. I promise I will try to write more often. I’m sorry, this is so long as well, I got lost in my little world with Dean for a while. it kinda took a turn on its own, i’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted anon. This is also my first smut, so any feedback (positive and negative) is welcome and encouraged. 

You sat at the bar, awaiting your drinkings to arrive. It was a Friday night, and not your typical Friday night. Your best friend, Becky convinced you to come out with her tonight instead of your usual, stay at home and binge watch something on Netflix for the entire weekend. Going out wasn’t your thing. You’ve always prefered to be by yourself. Being around other people made you nervous. You had always been quiet, no one really noticed you compared to your friends.

 Being shy wasn’t hard most days. It was kinda like being invisible. Everyone knew you were there but they never actually acknowledged you. You wouldn’t really know what to say. Keeping conversations going was difficult to say the least. Sometimes you wished you could just talk for hours on end about random shit, but you knew you would never be that way.

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rapha-senna  asked:

Me again, because I love this list of prompts ... What can you do with 16Q ? :) Thanks dear !

Why can’t I write short ficlets anymore??? Oh well. Anyways, enjoy!

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It had been half a year since Arthur had walked out of the lake.

Because Merlin had had over a millennia to think about introducing Arthur into a new world- whenever that may be- he already had things planned out when Arthur arose. Merlin had been travelling all around the world, but when he felt the draw to return to the Lake of Avalon, he returned to a small cottage on the outskirts of society.  The home was nestled in the woods, about a mile from Avalon. That was where he had taken Arthur after he stepped out of the lake.

As Merlin had predicted, it was hard for Arthur to adjust to over one thousand five hundred years of change. The cottage made it easier for both of them. Arthur wasn’t bombarded with modernity and Merlin could introduce him slowly as he himself became acquainted again with his old friend.

But at the mark of six months, in the bright days of spring, Merlin knew it was time to properly let Arthur see the world. Merlin had taught him all about modernity, eased him into technology and societal customs of the day, but now it was time to take the next step. They closed up the cottage and moved into Merlin’s flat in the city. It wasn’t a particularly large city by any means, but it was more than Arthur had ever been used to. To Merlin’s surprise, he took to it like a fish to water.

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why not both?
  • pairing: eisuke ichinomiya x MC x soryu oh.
  • rating: mature. it’s nice & smutty.
  • requested by: just me, lmao. definitely send me a request if you have one tho pls!
  • word count: ~1700.
  • author’s notes: okay so this is my first fanfic, crossing my fingers that it’s alright! i wrote this while i was at work on my phone, so pls forgive any errors. anyway, i just had to write this bc every time i look at the picture below, i’m like “man i’d give up my ability to eat chocolate ever again if i could sandwich myself between them”. in addition, since they’re two of my fave characters, the idea of them both being totally whipped for MC & doting on her makes me really happy?? i’m rambling, just pls read it & let me know what y'all think! enjoy 😘

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Chastity’s (Part 1 of 2)

Summary: Castiel has a crush on a cute librarian, but both of them are too shy to say anything to each other. That is, until Cas discovers the reader isn’t just a librarian. (Again, I am THE WORST AT SUMMARIES.) 

Credits to @otpisms for this idea, which I got from OTP Idea #466 :-)

Pairing: Castiel x Librarian/Stripper!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: language, Cas gets a boner, the last line of this fic is A TOTAL PUN bc im the worst, TFW goes to a strip club, yeah idk I’ve never been to a strip club so idk how accurate my descriptions are hahaha. I’m going off of what I’ve seen in movies/tv shows. NEXT PART’S GONNA BE SMUT

A/N: yeah this was gonna be a oneshot but I figured it’d work better as two parts. 

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“I dunno man, I can’t find anything here about crocottas,” Sam sighed, slamming another lore book closed and throwing his hands up in defeat.

Cas looked at him and Dean with hopeful eyes, a shy smile appearing on his face. “Perhaps we could go to the public library again, then?”

Dean shot Cas a knowing smirk. “Cas, you just wanna go to the library so you can see that girl again.”

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kindervenom  asked:

Mantis shrimp - Cassarric

mantis shrimp: what could not be unseen

It begins with an offhand comment.

“She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she? Seeker Cassandra.”

At first he doesn’t think much about it. It’s not a secret that she has admirers, a small flock of shy recruits and even a handful of wizened soldiers watching her unleash hell on the courtyard practice dummies, young and weathered faces alight with a mixture of awe and fear of the Maker. He’s teased her about it on a number of occasions, if only to get a rise out of her – that incredulous splutter, and that shock-red flush of her sharp-boned cheeks, neither reaction due to the fact that he’d dare suggest her desirable, but rather that it should be true, which, given her smitten audience, isn’t really that hard to believe. Although, honestly? Varric hadn’t given it much thought.

‘Hadn’t’ of course being the problem here.

And the comment that does it is such an innocuous thing – caught in passing one day, it’s picked up by ears used to stealing slivers of gossip from crowded taverns, and it’s nothing that he hasn’t heard before. Hell, compared to the shit sifted through the Skyhold rumour mill, lewd bets and speculations regarding everything from girth to stamina (things no one needs to know, really), a comment on Cassandra’s looks is downright chaste.

But chaste be damned, the comment sticks, and with even more persistence than that one remark he’d caught praising Tiny’s…not-so-tiny attributes. But shit, what he wouldn’t give now to have that thought at the forefront of his mind, and not this – whatever the hell this is, this sudden and weird fascination with the Seeker, who he’s never offered so much as a second glance. Although to be fair, Varric suspects his former dismissal might have had something to do with his first impression of her being somewhat stained by the fact that she’d threatened to have him strung up by his ankles (and not in the fun way). And he’d been a little too preoccupied trying to keep her off Hawke’s back to take much note of whether or not her cheekbones really could cut glass.

Now, though, it’s suddenly all he can think about, the sleek angles of her face and the strong jaw tapering to her sharp chin, and – okay, she’s not unattractive, he’ll give her that.

Of course, there’s a fine line here, as is always the case with extremes, like begrudging acceptance and deep-in-your-gut recognition of fact. And it doesn’t take him long to realise that he’s long since crossed the line when it comes to his impression of the Seeker.

Admitting it, though? Hell no.

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Off-Limits (B.Barnes)

Off-Limits

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing, mention of sex(?)


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It had been less than a month since Bucky moved into the Avengers Tower and he can honestly say he had never once seen this girl in his entire time there. She was so damn beautiful with her messy hair, full coffee cup and three suitcases beside her.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” Sam quips over at Bucky, pointing his finger at the long haired man. “No. Trust me, we’ve all tried and we’ve all dealt with the repercussions of trying to get too close to her.”

Steve nods his head, agreeing with the single word Sam is continuously repeating. Bucky shrugs his shoulders, cocking an eyebrow in the process. “What do you mean?”

“He means, no. No touching, no speaking to and most definitely no looking. She’s off-limits.” Steve explains, nodding his head to where Bucky had his eyes only moments ago.

Bucky’s still unsure as to why he isn’t allowed to look at her. She was gorgeous, more gorgeous than anyone Bucky’s ever seen. And well, he was a man who had gone 70-some-odd-years without seeing a single good looking woman. Obviously he was going to look.

“So I can’t even speak to her?” Bucky asks accusingly, his hands finding his hips. Sam nods, actually trying to protect Bucky from what could happen to him if he didn’t listen.

Steve taps Bucky’s arm, forcing the soldier to tear his eyes from the perfect specimen in front of him. “She talks to us sometimes, other than that nothing. We don’t initiate conversations, we will probably die if he sees us talking to her. Again, she’s off-limits to everyone in this tower.”

“Who is ‘he’?” Bucky asks, watching Steve hold a finger up to him.

“Just wait.” Steve sighs, curling into the newspaper at the counter he’s seated at. Bucky tries not to look at her, but he soon finds his eyes wondering up over his bowl of cereal. 

It only takes a moment for Bucky to fully understand why he was being warned about the girl.

Tony walks into the kitchen, an empty cup of coffee in his hand. He greets the men, placing the cup in the sink. “Dad!” The girl calls, running over to Tony to give him a big hug. "Barbados was so much fun!”

Bucky zones out the rest of the conversation, his heart hammering in his chest. Tony Stark has a daughter? An extremely attractive daughter, that is. A young one too, as he assumes she’s around 22 years old.

Her cherry vanilla scent swirls under Bucky’s nostrils, his eyes closing momentarily as he inhales the addictive scent. When he opens his eyes, he finally surveys the girl fully when Tony’s eyes are only on her.

She has a small frame, petite yet fit. Her long hairs in a ponytail, flowing down her back. She has steel-cold eyes, but somehow Bucky finds a sense of comfort in them. 

She’s clad in a lace up shirt and some tiny jean shorts. Bucky can’t help but look at the curve of her ass in the tight shorts.

Steve elbows him hard in the ribs, snapping him out of his daze. “Off-limits.” Steve mouths, sending Bucky a warning look.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I haven’t met you yet, I’m Y/N” She smirks, her eyes trained on Bucky as she speaks in a velvety voice. She extends her hand over the counter, her breasts nearly spilling from the cut of the top. 

He swallows thickly before reaching forward. “Bucky.” He manages out, feeling his heart stop when his hand meets hers. He swears his hand fits hers perfectly, as if fate made the two of them for each other.

Bucky fears for a moment that she’ll hold resentment towards him for what he did to her grandparents, but instead she smiles calmly. “Nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on.” Y/N’s voice holds a hint of flirtation.

She removes her hand, turning to look at Steve with a small smirk. “Hey, Captain.” Her voice is almost sultry, making Bucky think there’s something going on between the two of them.

Steve’s cheeks flush red, his body reacting the same way it always does when she speaks to him. She loved the reaction, she had him wrapped around her finger. “Could you bring my bags to my room? They’re so heavy, I’m sure a strong guy like you could do it so much easier than I could.”

Sam bites the inside of his cheek, knowing very well what game Y/N was playing. She always did this, tease Steve just enough to get her way, all while making her fathers temper flare.

Tony knew his daughter was an attractive girl, that’s why he fought tooth and nail to keep her out of reach from the Avengers team. In his eyes, nobody was good enough for his daughter.

Steve nods enthusiastically, watching her teeth gnaw into her pink bottom lip. The sight sends a cold sweat up Bucky’s back, his eyes not moving from her mouth. “Alright, go get ready and we’ll go to breakfast.” Tony says, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s temple.

She twirls around, removing her hair from the ponytail as she walks from the room. “Don’t forget my bags, Stevie!” She smirks, leaving the men alone in the kitchen.

Tony leans his arms on the counter, glaring at Bucky. “That’s my baby girl. She is my entire world. If you so much as look at her like that again, I’ll kill you.” He seethes, turning on his heel and leaving the room.

“Told you - off-limits.” Steve sighs, standing from his spot.

“Off-limits my ass. You do everything in your power to get in that girls pants. I, however, am respectable towards her fathers wishes.” Sam smirks, biting into his toast.

Steve tosses him a look, rolling his eyes. “Says the guy who nearly got shot by Tony for watching her swim.”

“Hey! I was admiring her strokes.” Sam defends, causing a chuckle to fall from Bucky’s lips.



Bucky spent the rest of the day in the gym, trying to alleviate some of the frustrations that Y/N caused earlier in the day. How on earth was he supposed to stay away from her?

He sighs as he lays back on the bench, his arms flexing to lift the bar above his chest. Bucky knows for sure he won’t be able to avoid her if she kept speaking to him the way she does.

He grunts as he lifts the weight, his jaw ticking. “I guess I came at the right time, huh?” 

Bucky nearly drops the bar when he hears her voice, his arms shaking slightly. He places it back on the rack on top of him, his eyes meeting her intense ones. “Sorry, I can leave if you want.” He suggests, scratching the back of his neck.

She shakes her head, unzipping her hoodie to reveal a tight sports bra. “I was quite enjoying the sight, actually.” Y/N hums, lifting her foot behind her to stretch out her bare legs.

A small pair of spandex shorts cover her modesty, Bucky’s eyes looking everywhere but there. He knows if he looks at her ass he’s going to have a horrifically hard situation in his pants.

“Don’t stop on my account.” She smirks over her shoulder, bending down to stretch. Bucky has to close his eyes and take a deep breath before shaking himself out of it.

He sits back down, pressing his shoulders to the black padding on the bench. Bucky takes one final look at her before preparing to show off to her. He lifts the bar, pressing it to his chest and back into the air. 

He completes a few reps, nearly forgetting her presence in the room. That is, until she speaks again. “Your hips keep moving up. Steve tells me thats bad for your legs.” She says, looking up from her position on the ground where she’s doing push-ups. 

“Yeah, hard not to though.” Bucky shrugs, tossing a small smile her way. She stands, wiping her hands on her hips. 

“Here, this is what Nat does to me.” She says, walking over and swinging a leg over Bucky’s hips. He feels his heart stop at the complete contact and tries to keep calm so he doesn’t get an unexpected visitor.

She smiles down at him, placing her hands on his abs. “I’m not sure your father would like seeing us like this.” Bucky tries, looking at the ceiling before lifting the weight.

“Who says my father will find out?” She chides, eyes wide as she examines his biceps. She’s fascinated with the metal arm, her curiosity much like her own fathers.

“Who says he won’t.” Bucky quips, eyeing her.

She shrugs, chewing on her lips before leaning down. Her breath fans across Bucky’s lips, eyes looking into her own. “Sometimes you just have to break the rules.” She whispers before climbing off Bucky’s lap and exiting the gym completely.

Bucky is completely fucked and he is more aware of that than anything else.



Let me know if you want a part two! I might turn this into a little mini fic!