so i know how to make knots

something i never see discussed about gen 5: how friggin’ great the Pokemon battles look

like the Pokemon themselves are so bouncy and alive and have personality and they’re really well made

multi-hitting moves are super quick (esp with battle scene off)

something abt the way the HP bar drops is really satisfying to me???

and that was the gen they started adding different effects for heavy (things like the dust clouds) Pokemon so it was easier to know when to use things like grass knot

honestly?? bless gen 5

The Package.

Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 2,550
Author : Mel
Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink
Square filled : Knotting
Written for @spnkinkbingo


“Hey, Y/N?” Your door opened and you panicked, slamming the laptop shut. “.. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” You were quick to answer. Maybe too quick.

His eyes moved down to your lap, his eyebrow raising, and a smirk beginning to show. “Your hand says otherwise.” His eyes went back up to meet yours as you quickly pulled your hand out of your pants.

Your cheeks went bright red. “W-what do you need?”

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Yarn Magic

Hello everyone! Now I know a lot of spoonies, and a lot of witches who either knit, crochet or sew. These activities suit both groups: for spoonies they offer a creative output without having to spend too much energy, and for witches they’re a really easy way to practise magic daily. So yarn/knot magic is perfect for spoonie witches!

This year (2017) I am crocheting a square each day, and making these into a massive blanket. I am choosing the colours of each square based on each day, how I felt, or magical colour correspondences I want to instil. 

As I crochet, I set my intention for the blanket within each stitch- for me these include protection, comfort and safety. Other ways to add magic include adding strands of your hair or the hair of a loved one into the blanket to add extra protection (this often happens by accident for me as my hair sheds everywhere!), or you can crochet with the colours specific to your intentions.

My colour correspondences are: 

  • white: cleansing and purity
  • black: protection and binding 
  • red: strength and passion
  • pink: love and harmony
  • orange: courage and comfort
  • yellow: communication and self love
  • green: fertility and wellness
  • dark blue: dreams and psychic abilities
  • light blue: joy and new beginnings
  • violet: divination and inspiration 
  • purple: authority and power
  • grey: neutrality and secrets
  • brown: the home and grounding 
  • silver: intuition and reflection
  • gold: prosperity and luck 

Happy Witch Crafting everyone! (see what I did there? good pun)

Emily xo

Rainy’s Wind Charm Tutorial

By Rainy-Day-Witchcraft

Originally posted by words-warsandsymphonies

    In the lore and history of weather witchery, it was common of weather witches to create and sell knotted rope charms to sailors, as it was believed these charms would help enchant the wind in the ship’s favor. These charms were made by venturing to a high-windswept place, and tying certain sailers knots into rope to capture the wind while imbuing them with magick ~ sometimes multiple knots were tied, meant to contain winds of different strengths.

   While reading about these wind charms, I was inspired to write a more modern project tutorial on how to make such a charm, though mine will be a touch more decorated! These wind charms can be hung above a porch or in a window to encourage a wind to blow away storm clouds, to represent wind or air in a spell or ritual, to summon a wind (similar to wind whistling), and for any other wind-related uses you might find you need witchcraft-wise. 


  • Thick twine or medium rope of your choice
  • Dried lemongrass or anise
  • A branch or piece of alder, oak, or scotch broom
  • Beads, bells, small bottles, and decorative elements

 Capturing Wind

   The first step, of course, is to capture the wind using knot magick ~ The knotted rope will serve as the base of the wind charm. You can begin with a plain rope, or make it thicker or more decorative by braiding or macrame-ing multiple smaller ropes together beforehand. This first step is the longest in the tutorial, as it will take some time to find the right conditions. Traditionally, three single knots are made in a rope ~ But for this tutorial, we are going to be knotting the rope three times, each consisting of more smaller knots, to capture and represent different buildups of wind energy - If you wish, you can replace the knots with different sailors knots, if you know how to do so. Here’s how to do this:

  • Near the top of the rope (leaving a section of 5-7 inches for hanging, depending on the length you make it), you will knot it 3 times in the same place during a day or in a place where the wind is gentle, like a breeze. As you do this, recite:

Tied of three, knots capture this breeze

Contained by my hand and quelled upon these skies

The gentle air I seize - For my swift magickal disposition

  • A few inches below the previous knot, near the middle, you will be knotting it 5 times in the same place during a day or in a place where the wind is stronger; not a breeze, yet not a strong wind ~ somewhere in the middle. As you do this, recite:

Tied of five, knots gained of brisk wind

Direct and ardent as I exert its’ energy

With my intent and by my will - Magickally intertwined

  • Near the end of the rope, leaving a few inches hanging off the end, knot the last one 7 times at the same point during a day or in a place where the wind is strong and powerful, such as during a storm or on a high ground frequented by strong winds. As you do this, recite:

Tied of seven, knotted storms of the heavens

Vigorous and powerful,

Energy of formidable wind - Seals my magick of air

(Feel free to replace my chants with your own)

 Decorating and Imbuing 

Step 1. ⌇ Between the first and second knots, and between the second and third knots, we’ll be adding herbs associated specifically with wind magick to keep your charm charged and functional. 

In the first empty length of rope, tie a bundle of dried lemongrass or dried anise - both strongly tied to the element of air. Or instead (how I made mine), get a small-ish corked bottle, and add the herbs to the bottle in smaller pieces ~ Attach the bottle into the charm - which I especially enjoy the look of! 

In the second empty length of rope below the second knot and above the third, tie in a branch or chunk of alder wood, oak wood, or a bundle of scotch broom. Again, you can break the ingredient(s) into smaller pieces and instead put them into a bottle to attach to the charm if you wish. Both alder and oak were traditionally used in making flutes, whistles, and ‘bullroarers’ for whistling up winds, and scotch broom is used in weather brooms, spells, and charms to call up winds. (Tip: scotch broom is the most connected to weather witchery out of the three, so I suggest finding a place to buy or collect some specially for this charm)

Step 2. ⌇ Now that the magickal materials are on the charm, you can decorate it however you like ~ For mine, I attached colorful glass beads and tiny bells; Other items to use connected to wind and the air element include feathers, ribbons, the colors yellow and white, and bits of shining metal or glass, etc. If you worship a deity tied to the weather, skies, or winds, a figure or symbol of them may be added.

Step 3. ⌇ Once your charm is to your liking, hang it up on a porch or in a window or doorway. On days when you don’t wish to call or whistle the wind to you, remove the charm ~ You can hang it on a wall for decoration when not in use, or just put it in a bag or box until you need it again. 

Personal note: The day I finished making mine and went to hang it in the window, I looked out my bedroom window to see a small ‘tornado’ of dust (we get them commonly in the dry seasons out here) quickly form and dispel in the backyard area nearest me!

If you have any questions or comments, you’re welcome to message me. Thank you ♡

Sweet Girl

Shoutout to @permanentcross and @stylesunchained for all the help and listening to me whine.
This is my first piece of writing, so please be nice!


You knew this was a bad idea. Going to Harry’s house this evening, when you know full well you’ve been slowly growing feelings for him. Feelings for your friend, one of your best friends, feelings that shouldn’t be there.

You’ve been friends for years, but now he’s around more and you’ve spent more time together, you’ve began to feel that warm tingle inside your belly whenever you see him. You have to suppress a smile whenever anyone mentions his name to you. When you see a text from him you all but scramble to pick your phone up and reply immediately. You’ve fallen for him. And that is why going back to his house, just the two of you, is a bad idea.

You’d been out that evening with a small group of friends for dinner and drinks. Catching up, laughing and sharing bottles of champagne. Time had flown by and you’d all been saying your goodbyes before you went to call a taxi.

“You can’t get a cab all the way back to yours at this time, love. It’s bloody miles away.” Harry mutters, leaning over your shoulder to see the taxi company’s number on your phone.

“Don’t have a lot of choice, do I?” You say, turning round to face him.

“Come back to mine, I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He says so casually, not knowing the feelings you’ve got festering deep inside. You feel your stomach twist into a tight knot that feels as if it could never be undone, no matter how hard you try. You want to say no, because you know spending time together alone in such close proximity would just make matters worse for you, make your feelings grow more, even though right now you don’t think that it’s possible. But you know if you say no that he’d fight it, and right now you’re too tired to fight anything alongside the internal battle you’re fighting with yourself.

“Alright then, cheers.” You politely smile, despite your hesitations, before saying your final goodbyes to your friends and go with Harry to where his driver is parked.

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The Sedative with A Seducing Side-Affect

Request: “Hello bean! Can I request a Kylo thing where reader is a First Order medic? Maybe Kylo is injured during one of his missions and she has to visit his private living quarters to patch him up. Bonus points if she tries to remain professional with a sedated, out of his mind shirtless Commander Ren flirting with her.”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of needles and blood

“Why does it have to be me?” You whined for the third time. Your supervisor only continued to push you out the door, his forehead permanently wrinkled from receiving all your complaints.

“Because,” he huffed as you finally made it to the exit of the med bay, “you’re the only one who isn’t afraid of him.”

“But Kirylla does his checks ups, doesn’t she?” You couldn’t help but be insistent on not being the one to tend to the Commander. The last time you had, it had ended with you accidentally giving him the wrong medication in your flustered state. Having been his usual doctor for an entire year, you decided to hand over the task to a younger nurse who needed more training.

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Is natural hair worth the trouble?

Can I be honest with y’all for a moment? As I rubbed my nappy dry, coarse, disrespectful hair in the back of my head earlier today, I came to a realization that my natural hair has caused me a lot of stress lately AND it’s just not worth it anymore. Now I’m not talking about relapsing and going back to the creamy crack, but something’s gotta give. I spend hours washing, applying, twisting, braiding and lately, I’ve been doing A LOT of cutting. Yes. Cutting my own hair. Why you ask? Because single strand knots have been attacking the back of my frigging head.

 Have you ever just felt like you weren’t making progress with your natural hair? That’s how I’m feeling because of unexplained breakage, single strand knots, and my consistent need to cut. My hair is so uneven that when I wear it out, it feels weird. I know that comparison is the thief of joy, but I can’t help but compare my natural hair journey to that of others. There are people who’ve been natural for two years whose fro is bigger than mine will ever get if my hair keeps this up. 

I know I can’t be the only one going through this… Some people’s natural hair journey is easier than others. I’ve accepted that my hair type is challenging and my routine needs a drastic change if I want my hair to grow past my shoulders.

When I wore my hair pressed, it was healthy and longer than it’s ever been as a natural. Perhaps this is because I got it straightened once every few weeks and left it alone. I wasn’t concerned about a curl pattern or anything of the sort. I’m seriously considering silk pressing for a while to see how my hair responds. Either that or weave/wigs… Have any of you experimented with your natural hair in times of hair trouble? What did you do?

shinee goes on a midnight adventure (at taemin’s suggestion)


  • shinee: “taemin-ah………………….. this is paris baguette” 
  • tae: yep 
  • ot4: “you said we were going on an adventure and kept saying trust the drive over wHY are we at a paris baguette” 
  • tae: *jazz hands* ~adventure~
  • buys a loaf of bread 
  • tbh he just needed to buy bread for toast and it’s fun to buy things in the middle of the night 
  • but FINE
  • hands out slices of bread to quit their complaining 
  • honestly if they didn’t want to come they could have not come (ot4: you herded us into your car and drove away / minho: *head pops up* i was promised ice cream) 
  • buckles the seat belt over his loaf in the car 


  • ???? 
  • it’s 12 
  • since when was paris baguette open this late
  • staring helplessly at the menu bc all the good breads are gone (even the choco cones noooooo) and he can’t even get coffee at this hour taemin why would you do this to him 
  • stressed (jong: you ok??? / onew: i don’t knOW what i want)
  • should…. he buy a cake? is that an appropriate response to this situation
  • thank god they head over to the convenience store (jong: just back away from the cakes hyung) 
  • happily makes the got7 mark meal (ot4: you know how to make that??? / onew: it’s almost as if i have a magical box called a smartphone and can access the internet!!!! and get the recipe!!!! wow what a concept!!! / taemin: …. i politely decline to drive you back / onew: no wait) 


  • taemin cannot be trusted 
  • in a huge sweater so he tucked his hands into the sleeves and keeps slapping any member in the near vicinity with his large penguiny arms (minho: *ties the arms together* / jong: well, fuck) 
  • pulling only made the knot tighter
  • aegyo-ing so someone will untie him
  • no mercy tho (free jonghyun sos) 
  • while struggling: “OMG SRSLY I WANT SNACKS TOO”
  • taemin takes his wallet from his back pocket (tae: *waving jong’s credit card* jonghyunnie hyung is buying~~~~~~~ / ot3: WHOOOOOOO) 
  • actually did end up paying tho even when he was (finally) freed
  • no one actually untied him he just realized he could just take off the sweater and problem solved (key: *whispers* ……..babo) 
  • throws corn chips at tae’s head while he drives 


  • can’t believe they actually left home to do this, these frikken weirdos he associates himself with 
  • there’s little clay dinosaur keychains that are next to the cashier and he is sweating trying to convince himself that he should not buy them omg
  • casually grocery shopping at the mart 
  • minho peeks into his basket: “milk, eggs, ketchup???” / key: let me live 
  • why is his basket so heavy 
  • looks down and there are sausages, chips, and string cheese that he did not put in there
  • ot4 were playing a game to see how much food they could get in before he notices 
  • they’ve gotten real good at acting innocent that he’s not sure exactly who started it but he just blames taemin and makes him carry the basket from then on (taemin: WAI / key: if it isn’t directly your fault, it’s indirectly your fault, so in conclusion it’s your fault) 


  • armful of energy drinks like yes i’m going to need all of these
  • “i’m calling collect on the ice cream you promised me tae” / taemin: *slides over jong’s card* / minho: “pleasure doing business”
  • comes back biting into a jaws bar (it’s a sherbet-y orange/strawberry flavored bar that’s shaped like a shark! v good) 
  • so since they came out here (key: we’re 5 mins from our dorm) they should just chill (key: we could walk back if we wanted to) 
  • there’s a street vendor near by so he buys odaeng (fishcake) and fried things and they all sit at the tables outside the convenience store eating them 
  • he bought each member the drink they like (srsly after 12 years of knowing each other it’s like second nature) and passes them out 
  • this is actually pretty nice (taemin: YES ADVENTURE~~~ SUCCESS)
Sleeping Arrangements (2/3)

I’m a meanie butt, but after 12,00 words I had to conceded and admit that the last part needed its own chapter. My conciliation: I actually swear it will be up as fast as possible after the 30th. (I do have to write my CSBB)

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When Killian Jones is six, he’s sharing a bed with the increasingly wide berth of his mother and all too happy to share it. He’s gathered they’re poor (vicious kids on the street, kicks from discerning shop owners, the way Liam sometimes knicks bread for them to eat) but his mother always smells of lavender and hums him to sleep. Her hands are still soft and everything about her touch speaks of love: the way she cards her fingers through his hair when he’s had a nightmare, the way she lets him clutch at his fingers when they’re at the market, even the way he used to snuggle into her neck before her body became unwieldy with the carriage of his sister.

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@andromedainwonderland said:

Teen Wolf-Scooby Doo, as in, the Teen Wolf crew driving around in the Jeep solving supernatural mysteries. Just me?

So I don’t know what this is, but this fic turned out to be my ARCH NEMESIS, so, you know, make of that what you will. It’s even alternating POVs, which I haven’t written in years upon years. So please appreciate how much this story wanted to kill me, and how we’re still eyeing each other with open hostility from different corners of the room.

The groundskeeper has gnarled, knotted fingers and rheumy eyes, and it takes five hundred years for him to turn the key in the rusted padlock.  The gate creaks almost as loud as his bones, and Derek flicks an ear in irritation.

“That’s a big dog you’ve got there,” he says, only mildly curious.

Stiles buries one hand in the scruff around Derek’s neck. “Not sure he is one,” Stiles says, and Derek cocks his head up at him.

Scott has the van idling behind them.

Derek takes a deep breath and sneezes. Decay, old blood, and sulfur flood his senses—he whines softly. He doesn’t have a good feeling about this.

The old house looms in front of them, stone and spires, ominous, cloaked in shadows thrown by the nearly full moon. His skin ripples under his fur, uneasy, and he tucks his tail between his legs.

“Relax,” Stiles murmurs to him. “This is easy money, right? A simple salt and burn.”

Derek huffs, knocks into Stiles’ side as he hastily turns around, and then slinks back to the van. He doesn’t like this place. He never likes haunted places, too much lingering despair that stirs up old guilt, but this house feels like it’s made out of skeleton bones, dread sits like a stone in his belly.

Lydia already has the side of the van open. He hops in, slides past Kira, and then digs into Stiles’ open duffle, buries his snout in an old t-shirt that smells a little bit like Scott, too.

“Dude,” Stiles says when he climbs in after him. “Come on.”

Derek growls, low in his throat, and Stiles backs off with a huffy, “Fine, be that way.”

The van grinds into gear and rolls forward slowly, tires bumping over the cobblestone drive, and Derek feels like his chest is caving in.

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Winchesterprincessbride Reads-A/B/O Edition

Everyone who knows me knows I am complete, utter A/B/O trash.  Especially Alpha! Sam.  He just does it for me in a big, BIG way. I know I often see people looking for A/B/O fic recs, so I’m gonna make some recommendations since I have read so many of them.

1.  Nice To Meet You- By @ilostmyshoe-79  -  Alpha!Sam yummyness! I have read this one so many times I can probably recite it by memory.  One of my all-time favorites. Kimmy is the bomb!

2. Claimed- By @ilostmyshoe-79 Another Kimmy masterpiece.  This one is Alpha!Dean, and another one of my all-time favorites. So I like Kimmy, so?

3. Moonlight By @cleverdame A/B/O and Daddy!Sam feels in the same story. Hells Yeah!!! This story has a sequel.  Blisteringly hot sexy times in this one! George is a Sam!girl after my own heart!

4. I Lost My Sock By @huntingandwritingthings  Who knew laundry could be so hot? It all starts when Sam’s sock end’s up in the reader’s basket.  I will never look at laundry as boring again!

5. Political Animals By yours truly, @winchesterprincessbride  It’s my list so I can put one of my own stories if I want! Alpha Sam!/Omega Reader (duh!) where they hook up in a bar and reader bails, only to cross paths later at a debate where their parents are opponents.

6. Together- By @kittenofdoomage  This is Alpha!Dean and it is angsty as all get out. But it’s Kitten, so you know it’s DAMN good! Some trigger warnings so check before you read.  

7. Starting Over By my favorite redhead, @oriona75 This is an A/B/O AU featuring Alpha! Tahmoh and Omega Reader and it’s really good! This was one of the first A/B/O’s I read and I remember thinking to myself, What the hell is a knot??? Oh how far I have come LOL!

8. Alpha looks like an Omega By one of my buddies in the A/B/O trash can, @dr-dean  This one is 12 chapters in on AO3, and it has a unique twist.  The reader is the Alpha, and DEAN is the Omega.  SO GOOD, and the spin makes it different.

9. The Arrangement By @helvonasche If you know Hel, you know she writes some damn fine smut! Sam and (OC Charlotte AKA Chuck) make an arrangement to get them through her heats and his ruts.  Dean and Donna are a couple in this also, which is a plus!

10. Of Hyacinths and Cookies By @madamelibrarian - Alpha!Sam/Omega!Jess .Even though I knew what was going to happen, I wanted the ending to be different somehow.  Knowing didn’t make it any easier.  So touching and sweet and sad.

11. Brown-eyed Girl By my pal @jotink78 AKA Sleepy Jean.  This little gem is her first attempt at A/B/O.  SJ doesn’t do smut, and you don’t even notice. It’s Alpha!Sam. (Are you guys sensing a pattern here ?? :) What happens when Sam saves an Omega from an assault and realizes he wants her for himself?

tagging @jotink78 @madamelibrarian @helvonasche @dr-dean @oriona75

@kittenofdoomage @huntingandwritingthings @cleverdame @ilostmyshoe-79


Originally posted by chevyimpalafox

Summary: Written for @roxy-davenport ‘s writing challenge based on horror movies and smut (genius idea). Enjoy!

Pairing: Alpha!Demon!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: smut

A/N: Fluffy, Alpha Demon!Dean is like a big sexy teddy bear…

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Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: After 4.17
Genre: Pain (I feel this should a specific genre)

A/N: Let’s face it, every fanfic writer in the fandom had to fix it, so this is my way of doing that. I hope you guys like it, and if you do, let me know!!

Title song is Unsteady by X Ambassadors and I’ve been obsessed with that song since the Lucifer mid-season finale.

@allenting you my muse girl!!!!

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Kidnapped - James March Smut (AHS: Hotel)

Originally posted by hazelevers

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Requested: yes!

   -Request: “Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Mr March imagine where the reader is staying at the hotel and Ms Evers kidnaps her so James can kill her but when she is laying on the bed ready to die he doesn’t because he finds her beautiful. He ‘thinks’ he loves her and she hates him so when she tries to escape he fucks her roughly and shows that she belongs to him. Please write this imagine you’re my favourite blog and it would be AMAZING as a birthday present (I’m turning 21)” -anon

Type: smut (;

Warnings: extremely dom!james, bondage (sorta)

Summary:You check into the Hotel Cortez only to then be kidnapped. However once Mr. March sees you, he can’t bear to hurt a single hair on your head, but unfortunately for him you don’t want any part of a relationship with him. But when you try to escape, Mr. March shows you that you’re his and only his. And to your surprise, you love it.

Notes: okay so i know this sounds sorta like rape but i mean this is just an imagine and obviously rape isnt okay irl but i really liked this request so i tried to make it more just domrough rather than nonconsenting?????  aNYWAY i tried to make it really hot so i hope you guys like it lol ps i went way overboard with this im sorry its so long

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“I’d like to book a room, please,” you smiled, as you walked up to the front desk. The woman sitting there startled as you spoke, as if this was the first time in weeks that anyone had come in.

She pushed her large black glasses up the bridge of her nose and spoke. “Oh, uh, alright, for how long?”

“Just one night.”

“And your name?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

She scribbled your name down in the guest book and then turned around to get a room key and placed it in the palm of your hand. “You’ll be in room 63.”

“Thank you.” you replied, taking the small silver key and turning down the hallway with your bags. The hall looked eerily empty, except for a maid vigorously scrubbing at a sheet. There was a large patch of blood on it, and you thought it was kind of odd for her to be handwashing blood-stained sheets in the middle of the hallway, but you just laughed to yourself, assuming that someone’s period came early this month.

You found your room and let yourself in, before dropping your suitcase and purse on the floor. For some reason, the room felt really warm, so you pulled your jeans and shirt off before laying back on the bed to relax. Just as you’d gotten settled in, you heard a knocking at the door. “Housekeeping!”

“Shit,” you mumbled, hurriedly digging your bathrobe out of your suitcase before answering the door. As soon as you opened it, you were pushed against a wall and a cloth was pressed over your mouth. You suddenly felt extremely drowsy, and your eyelids got heavier with every blink. You could feel yourself falling, but you were too far gone by then, and didn’t feel anything when your head smacked against the corner of the coffee table.

When you finally awoke, you could feel an intense pounding on the right side of your head. You tried to reach up and touch it, but your hands wouldn’t move. You slowly opened your eyes, and saw that your wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Your bathrobe was nowhere to be seen, leaving you only in your bra and underwear. Your mouth was gagged, but you screamed hoarsely, not knowing what else to do. The maid you’d seen earlier in the hallway quickly came into the room. “Goodness child, keep it down! We must wait for Mr. March!”

Mr. March? Who the hell was that?

But your question as answered soon enough, as a booming voice came from around the corner, along with some footsteps. “Mrs. Evers, did you get the next one?”

A tall man with jet black hair and a small mustache walked around in, straightening his tie.

“Ye-yes sir, she’s right here.” she responded quickly, almost like she was nervous.

He stopped walking the second he saw your face, suddenly intirigued. He slowly set down the gun he was holding and walked around to the right side of the bed and kneeled down on the floor. “Good god, you’ve injured her!”

The maid looked confused, “Oh, I’m very sorry sir, I-I didn’t think that would matter seeing as you’re planning to kill her.”

“You may leave Mrs. Evers, I no longer need your assistance with this one.”

She practically ran out of the room, muttering about how much work she still had to do.

“My sincere apologies about the wound on your head, I don’t intend to hurt you.” he said, stroking your cheek and running his hand down to your collar bone. He touched your head and you winced, still feeling a dull throb. “Did that hurt darling?”

You cautiously nodded, and his expression turned into a hard frown. “I apologize, the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt you.”  He gingerly unbound you and took the gag out of your mouth.

As soon as you were released, you jumped off the bed and ran towards the door. The doorknob wouldn’t budge, and you assumed it had soemhow been blocked on the other side of the door. Just as you began to turn around to look for a new way of escape, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. “Where do you think you’re going?” Mr. March asked, lifting you up and bringing you back to the bed. “I didn’t want you to have to be tied up, but if you’re going to try and leave then I’m afraid that’s what I’ll have to do.”

He grabbed the rope he had just unbound you from and tied your wrsits to the headboard, but left your ankles free. “Let me go you asshole!” you yelled angrily, trying to kick him.

He made a “tsk” sound and pushed your legs down to the bed. “You’re practically begging for me to completely tie you up again, is that what you want?” he mumbled. “You belong to me, you understand? You’re mine, I love you, I would never hurt you my love.”

“Like hell you love me! You don’t even know my name you fucking psycho!”

“Ah, but I do, Y/N.” he retorted, placing a finger against your jawline. He leaned down and pressed small kisses against your neck and collarbones, mumbling things like, “so beautiful,” against your skin. This was wrong, you knew it was, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the way it felt and the way it was effecting you. You let out an almost inaudible moan, and you could feel him smirking. “No.” you said quietly. “I’m not yours, and you don’t love me – you can’t love me because I hate you.”

He stopped, and looked you harshly in the eyes. He angrily stood up and reached down to unbuckle his belt. “Don’t you get it Y/N? You belong to me.”

He finished undressing faster than you would have thought posible, and clambered back onto the bed. He roughly pushed your thighs apart and quite literally ripped off your panties, and then unclipped your bra. Thankfully you’d worn one that clips in front, so it remained in tact, but stayed around your shoulders since your hands were bound above your head.

“Mm, so beautiful,” he smiled slightly, leaning down and taking one of your nipples in his mouth while roughly kneading your other breast. He left a trail of wet kisses down your stomach until he got to your pussy. James pushed your knees up and put his face down to your core. He let out a satisfied humming noise and began eating you out, gently licking your folds. His hands came to rest on your tighs as he began tongue fucking you. As much as you thought you didn’t like him, you had to admit how good it felt– you were completely at his mercy. His tongue moved back up to your clit as he shoved two fingers inside of you. “Oh,” you let out a breathy moan, and felt the restraints’ tug on your wrists when you tried to thread your fingers through his hair. His dark colored eyes flicked up at you and one of them dropped down into a wink as he continued his incredible attack on your pussy.

You could feel your climax nearing, and as you started to get louder, it signalled to him that you were close. He immediately added a third finger, stretching you just a little bit too wide, and sped up the pace of his mouth. You could feel a buzzing in the pit of your stomach, and with one final flick of his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves, James had you coming undone underneath him. “Fuck, ohhh, fuck James.

He smirked and sat up, giving you a nice view of his cock, which was so hard that it was flush against his stomach. You unconciously bit your lip at the site and looked up to his face. James was still smirking at you, noticing that you were enjoying the view. “Now darling, you’re going to take my cock like a good girl, Y/N. I know you’ve just come but there’s no rest, there is no fucking rest. You’re going to take my cock and come for me again. You’re mine.”

He grabbed your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist as he slammed into you. You felt a slight discomfort since he gave you no time to adjust to his rather large size, but the pleasure soon overtook that, as the tip of his cock grazed your g-spot. James leaned down to leave his mark on your neck, sucking in various places and then peppering the area with kisses. He leaned his head into the crook of your neck, occasionally letting out things like, “Fuck, you feel so good,” and “Mm, such a good girl for me.”

You tugged at your restraints again by accident, wanting to scratch your nails down James’ back and let him know how good he was making you feel. He noticed your struggle, and looked up to your hands. “Now, if untie you, are you going to keep being my good girl or are you going to attempt to escape again?”

“I’ll - mm, fuck - I’ll be a good girl, I promise,” you whined, throwing your head back into the pillows. He briefly stopped thrusting into you and reached up to pull the knot out of the rope that was binding your wrists together. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, encouraging him to start fucking you again. James gladly obliged, but this time he leaned down and kissed you. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, and you quickly opened your mouth to allow him entrance. Even though it was just something as simple as a kiss, it sent arousal directly to your core, and you could feel a flutterly feeling appear in your stomach.

You orgasmed fairly quickly, due to how sensitive you still were from your first. You clenched around him, and he moaned, so you did it again, and then felt him spill inside of you. You could feel some of his cum dripping out, but you honestly didn’t care, because all you could think about was how good it felt kissing him, even after he’d pulled out. James had worried that as soon as the sex was finished, you’d just try and run off again, but he figured there was nothing he could do if you did– he didn’t want to hurt you and he was too tired for more sex, so he pulled away from the kiss and rolled over so that he was laying next to you. To his surprise, you shyly cuddled up to his side, and carefully put one around around his stomach. He put his left around around your shoulders so that his hand was resting on your ass, letting you know that he was still in charge. He pulled the blankets up around the two of you so that only your shoulders were poking out the top. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and you heard Mrs. Evers come in. “Mr. March, have you finished with th-” she started, but as soon as she saw the two of you in the bed, realizing what must have happened, she placed on hand over her mouth in shock. “Oh, bother! I’ll never get that stain out!”

i hope this is sorta what you were thinking of and that you liked it, feel free to request again if you want something else lol bye !


request anything, requests are ALWAYS open (just tell me who you want it with (anyone from ahs) and if you want smut or fluff and what you want to happen) ! xx -l

EDIT: here are the links to PART 2, PART 3, and PART 4

Day6 reaction to your curly hair

Request: Day6 reaction when u have really big curly hair? - spam anoon

A/N: as I say in all of my Day6 gif reactions, the gif may not fit perfectly due to the unfortunate lack of them. ;-;


-constantly playing with it and watching it spring back- “How does it do that!?”

Originally posted by jaehyunglittle


He’d absolutely love to run his fingers through it, not knowing why you had asked him to stop until his fingers get knotted in it.

-fingers get stuck mid-way through- “Oh…”

Originally posted by wonpilimiri


-always staring at it in fascination- “Wahhh~ so pretty~”

Originally posted by yungbriank


-constantly asking questions and pestering you about it- “Can I style it?”


“What if I put this in it”


“But could I d-”


Originally posted by crazyalienpotato


He would love watch you style it in the morning, watching as the ringlets bounce back and forth and how they somehow manage to land perfectly together.

“Ugh, this is a mess”

“You think it’s a mess?? I thought you were trying to make it look like this! It’s so pretty!!”

Originally posted by jacklaggg


He’d be the type to admire it from afar. Not because he doesn’t like it, but because he probably thinks that something lives in it.

“Wait, you’re saying a bird hasn’t laid eggs in there?”

Originally posted by wangjinki

why do all of my dowoon reactions always have birds mentioned in it wtf

A/N: I hope you enjoyed and this is what you wanted!

-Admin Yeonie

What Happens Now

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of one night stand, possible swearing

Word Count: 566

Summary: It was just one night, something that happened in the midst of too much alcohol. But what happens now? 

A/N: Okay, this is part 1 and I hope you guys all enjoy it. This is my first time writing RPF so please be gentle with me haha. Feedback welcome and appreciated. 

You’re fighting hard against the tears building up in your eyes, your fingers knotted into your hair as you pace the length of your trailer. You can feel your chest tighten and you know your only half a breath from breaking down completely, unsure how your going to make it through the next five minutes let alone a full day of grueling filming. Actually, considering the predicament you’ve some how found yourself in your holding it together much better than you would have expected, at least for now that is.

First call for hair and makeup is in less than twenty minutes and you know that unless you calm yourself down people are going to start asking questions; questions you’re not so sure on how to answer yet. Truthfully it all seems a little daunting having to go out there and talk to everyone like you hadn’t just found out the most life changing news ever a little over an hour ago.

Your head snaps around when you hear a light knocking on the door, your stomach clenching uncomfortably as you release the hold you have on your hair, walking the short distance and opening it up. Chris is waiting outside for you, a smile on his face and a takeaway coffee cup in his hand.
“H - hey,” You stutter, cursing under your breath when your voice comes out weaker than you’d hoped.
Chris eyes you for a second before handing you one of the coffee cups his holding; you can smell the caramel mixing with caffeine as the steam rises from the lip on the cup; it’s your favourite. You take a long whiff before sighing, holding the cup in your hands but not taking a drink; Chris raises one of his eyebrows.
“You okay?” He asks, genuine concern laced into his tone and you feel your resolve crack a little. You want to tell him, he’s one of your best friends after all but you have to work out what you’re going to do first, you have to know how this is going to play out before you tell anyone.

“Just didn’t get much sleep last night,” You say instead, shrugging your shoulder and hoping that it comes off as casual.
“That’s what the coffees for,” Chris says, pointing down to your cup. “Helps wake you up in the morning.”
His tone is light and playful, you know he is having a joke with you, but you can’t even smile.
“Not really that thirsty.”

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Jughead & Reader: Let’s Spend The Night Together

Summary: Jughead was at your house, hanging out while working on a project when a bad storm hit Riverdale. He has no choice but to stay at your place and when he finds out you’re terrified of storms, he does his best to comfort you.

Listen to: Stormy Weather - The Kooks

“…potentially damaging winds that could cause power outages all over town,” the reporter on TV said as you walked into the living room with some snacks. 

Jughead was watching with a look of concern. “Is the storm really getting that much worse?” You asked him, handing him the bowl of popcorn. 

“It looks like it,” he said before looking out of the window. “The sky’s really dark and it’s pouring outside.“

You sighed and bit your lip, hoping Jughead wouldn’t notice your worried expression. Ever since you were little you were afraid of thunderstorms. The sound of thunder kept you up, the rain pattering on the roof and windows was anything but relaxing for you. And the lightning that lit up your entire room as if it was morning only made you paranoid that you’d somehow see someone hiding in the corner. It was a little irrational, even as a high schooler, to be scared of thunderstorms, but it was something you just couldn’t grow out of no matter how hard you tried. 

Suddenly the power went out with a whirring sound. The colorful display from the TV was gone and the overhead light went off, leaving you and Jughead in the darkness. 

“Oh my god!” You shouted as you looked out the window, wishing the power would come back on quickly. 

Jughead stood next to you. “This is crazy,” he said as he watched the dark clouds rumbling overhead while buckets of rain fell from them. “I don’t think I’ll be able to drive home with the roads like that.”

You noticed that the water level was getting pretty high, which was definitely a cause for concern for someone in a small, old car. “Yeah, I don’t think your car will make it,” you told him, trying to steady your voice. 

He cleared his throat and looked at you apprehensively. “Would it be okay if um… I stayed here tonight?”

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anonymous asked:

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now." Hunk and sick or injured Lance?


this gets…..a tiny bit gruesome. it isn’t graphic, but there is a very brief description of a compound fracture and vomit. 

When his phone starts ringing and Lance’s picture fills the screen, Hunk thinks it’s probably because he’s picking up takeout and wants to know if Hunk would prefer egg rolls or fried rice, or something along those lines. It’s getting late and Lance hasn’t gotten in touch with him since this morning before classes, and even though he figured his roommate had probably been at Keith’s, he’d been getting a little worried that Lance hadn’t so much as texted to let him know when he’d be home. 

Hunk perks up a little and sets aside his textbook and pencil. “Hang on a second, Pidge. Lance is calling.”

In the Skype window on his laptop monitor, Pidge throws their head back and groans. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna ditch me for Lance. We still have four problems left.”

“I think he just wants my takeout order. It won’t take long, just wait for a minute.”

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Title: An Old Friend (Part 3 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader insists on visiting an old friend when they find out they’re not doing well, even if it involves the risk of having their  cover blown.

Word Count: 1808

A/N: OKAY THIS ONE… WE’RE PICKIN UP SOME SPEED UGH MY HEART. I hope you guys enjoy this! Peter’s Song. but i totally get 80s teen movie vibes from peterxreader in this one





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Here’s a short fic I wrote a while ago and never posted.

Alex fell down face first on their bed. It was 9pm and she was just getting home from work. A week ago, should would have been coming home to an empty apartment, but now Maggie was officially all moved in.

She officially occupied the right side of the bed.

She officially lived with Alex, and Alex with her.

“Rough day?” Maggie smiled as Alex laid with her head down, buried in the mattress.

Alex nodded and turned her head so Maggie could hear her when she talked. “My body is so sore.” She groaned. “I didn’t sit down all day.”

“Babe,” Maggie sighed. “That not good, what did I tell you about finding time to take a break. Did you eat?”

“It was insane today Mags.” She sighed. Her eyes were closed and she stayed with her body flat against the mattress, her arms stiffly at her side. “I was testing DNA in the lab, then we were running to a scene, then we were back at the lab, then some Thangarian tried to come after J’onn which obviously was a mess. It was never ending.”

“Okay but did you eat?” Maggie asked again.

“Yeah I grabbed a burger on the way home.” Alex smiled a bit because Maggie really cares for her.

“What hurts?” Maggie asked.

“Everything. It all just feels sore.”

Alex could feel Maggie get off the bed but she was too tired to even open her eyes.

Maggie had gotten up to grab the lotion from the bathroom, she dimmed the lights in their room when she came back. “Al can you just move up a little bit, so your head is on your pillow?”

Alex nodded and limpy lifted her body up so her head was resting on the pillow. God, that pillow felt nice. “Good girl.” Maggie said softly and Alex smiled because Maggie knows how much Alex likes being called that in bed.

Alex felt Maggie’s legs straddle her legs and her hands lightly pulled up her shirt. “Oh Mags, I’m so tired, I can’t.” Alex sighed as she opened her eyes and tried to turn her head to look at Maggie, only catching a glimpse of her hair.

“I’m not trying to have sex with you Alex.” Maggie laughed. Alex felt her body relax at the sound. “Can you just take off your shirt?” Alex pulled her shirt over her head and rested back on the bed.

She could feel Maggie gentle hands unclasp her bra. Alex was still confused about what she was up to, but she didn’t question it. She trusted her.

“So I’ve only ever done this one other time, so just let me know if I’m hurting you, or if something feels good.” The next thing Alex knew, her girlfriends fingers were gently kneading into her shoulders. Maggie smoothed the lotion between her hands before finding the tension in Alex’s upper body right away.


Alex hummed at the feel of Maggie’s fingertips against her skin. “That feels good.”

“Okay good.” Maggie smiled. “Any harder?”

“A little.” Alex replied and Maggie pushed a bit harder on Alex’s shoulders. “Perfect.” Alex sighed.

Maggie reveled in the sight of Alex’s naked back. She was so smooth, so soft, and so god damn perfect in every way. She just wanted to worship this woman. This body lying beneath her legs. She moved her fingers to Alex’s neck and felt the knot right away. Alex hissed. “Does that hurt?”

“Yeah, but it’s good.” Alex whispered.

This felt so intimate, to both of them.

From her neck Maggie moved her hands down Alex’s back. She continually lotioned them so they were smooth against her girlfriend’s skin. She used her palms, her fingertips, her knuckles, and her elbows to work out the kinks in Alex’s back.

After staying quiet for a while, with the exception of a few moans and groans, Alex spoke. “Maggie, you’re really good at this.”

Maggie smiled. She loved knowing she was making Alex feel good. “What’s with the surprise? You already knew how talented my fingers are.”

Alex laughed a bit and realized it didn’t hurt to laugh like it did when she came home. “This is true.”

When Maggie got to the small of Alex’s back she pressed down a bit harder, feeling the knot that had formed there. “Al, this knot is huge.” Maggie lotioned her hands again.

“Can you work it out?” Alex asked. Her voice had gotten much softer now.

“I think so.” Maggie’s pushed down harder with her knuckles. “It might hurt a little.” Alex nodded. Maggie kissed the back of her girlfriend’s neck as she massaged her lower back. Maggie so badly wanted to give Alex another talk about taking care of herself and making sure she took at least one break during work. But she held back, she didn’t want to stress her out anymore than she already was. Plus Maggie understood getting caught up at work and losing track of time.

When she finally felt like the knot in Alex’s back was gone, or smaller than it was when she started, she ran her hands back up Alex’s back. “Do you want me to do your legs?” She asked. She waited a moment and didn’t get an answer. “Al?” She asked again. Maggie leaned over to see that Alex was fast asleep.

Maggie lifted herself off of Alex and laid back on her side of the bed. She took a moment to watch her sleep. She was so stunning, so soft, so unbelievably perfect. Alex was the last thing Maggie saw before falling asleep.