Fuck Buddy Application
  • Name: Saska Volkov
  • Availability (How busy/not busy are you.) : I’m not usually very busy.
  • Soft or Rough?: I’m open to both . Depends on the mood .
  • Dirty talk? : Yes [X] No [] (Sure, why not!))
  • Dominant or Submissive? (Or both.): Mostly dominant, and rarely submissive, but I can be so if the mood strikes. 
  • Some (Or all) of my turn on’s: Being uh, manhandled/dominated, biting, scratching, possessiveness .
  • Why should I choose you: Because you should.
  • Other thing’s you should know: I reaaaallly want to climb you like a tree. 
((HEHEHEHEHEHEH)) Sam huffed, an embarrassed grin puling at his mouth as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I like your confidence. You definitely know what you want,” he said, feeling heat climb into his face.  “But, uh… would you be stickin’ around town, then?” He lifted his eyebrows, trying to keep the question casual.

      This transformation had been triggered by having a client cancel on him. Normally, he didn’t take it personally, but he’d done all that work–he’d bought the mahogany, made the cabinets to there demanding expectations, and had taken time out of his schedule to visit the client when he could’ve been working on other commissions.

           Racing through the territory forest, the beast paused on a larger overhand, rearing up on his hind legs and letting out a ear splitting roar.

Welcome Class

Elijah Mikaelson sauntered into the classroom, thumbing through a stack of messages he’d picked up at his office. First day of class and the seats were filled for the most part. He stepped to the front of the class and leaned against the desk, dropping his messages onto the desk behind him.

“Welcome to history 1030. Medieval Europe is our topic.” His eyes fell on the front row and he grinned. “Introductions? I’m Elijah Mikaelson. Graduate from right here, had a brief stint at NYU before coming back home.” He nodded to the class. “Office hours are from two to four Tuesday and Friday, and ten til one on Wednesday.”

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Dylan was up on his roof fixing a leak on his cabin, hammering new shingles into place. The sun beat down on his shoulders and he had sweat dripping into his eyes as his ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps over his banging. Pausing, he looked down at the ground. “Uh, hey! I’m up here! Give me a second and I’ll be down.”
Mind Tricks

Aaron’s temples thudded rhythmically with each step he took, his hand coming up to try and rub soothing circles over them. He could count the number of disproving glances he’d gotten from the teachers for his rather ruffled attire of the day, and each time he’d pretended to tighten the red-and-gold tie hanging loosely around his neck and simply wished he could apparate to the classroom.

Hell, at least the night before had been fun.

The door scraped against the stone lining the floor and Aaron winced harshly, firmly believing that the entire building was out to make his headache worse. He tossed a glare to the door and let it shut behind him, padding into the room that held only a familiar black-haired witch. “Mornin’.” He grumbled, setting his bag down on the table.


ɪғ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ, ɪ’ʟʟ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇ. 

ɪғ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, 

ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ 

ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs 

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ’s ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ.

[ help me ]

The young wolf’s mouth peeled back in a scream, muffled by the strain in his throat, a tangle of tears that were left unshed and sticky in his mouth. Sweat clung to his form, the sheen catching the soft light from his computer in the corner, casting him in an eerie white light. Isaac lifted a hand and smeared it across his features, felt the slick give of the sweat and he trembled, kicking his legs out from the sheets and diving for the light. The moment it bathed his room he breathed a little easier, felt the strain in his chest give. It was still there, dull and aching, but it was better.

Nightmares had never been something he’d learned to overcome. There wasn’t any matter of wolf mojo or control that would ever bleach them from his thoughts.

Before he’d even realized it he’d plucked up his phone and swiped his fingers over the touch screen, the time hadn’t even registered until he’d already dialed Saska’s number, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He hardly thought she’d appreciate a call at four in the morning, but maybe she’d just not hear it. But Isaac had to reach, for someone, anyone.

When she did pick up he breathed out a little shaky, tried to hide the tears in his tone.

“H-hey,” dammit. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

Possessive [meme]

Too close. She’s standing way too close to Vasile. For his part, he doesn’t seem to be paying her much mind, but that wasn’t the point. Saska is already making her way over to them when she sees the girl’s hand touching his forearm, and that’s the last straw. “Mind getting your hand off of him?” she’s all but growling, canines bared the smallest amount. She knows she doesn’t really have any claim on Vasile, but she can’t help the swell of possessiveness that crashes over her. She wants to have claim on him.

    ( he’s never seen her angry before, but it’s impressive.
         … still. now might be a good time to leave. )

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They’d been looking over different preparations for college all evening, it was tedious, and Saska was sure she was about ready to fall asleep sitting straight up. About half an hour had passed since Marcus had shifted to lean the back of his head against her thigh, proofreading one of his completed applications. He’d been awfully quiet since then… Putting her papers down on the couch beside her, Saska glanced down at her friend and saw he was fast asleep.

A soft smile curved her lips as she took a moment to observe his relaxed features, her hand reaching out to gently trail her fingers through his hair. No wonder he’d been quiet.

Marcus had not meant to fall asleep, not when they had deadlines to meet. But god, he was exhausted. Studying, his part time job, and the endless stream of college applications had taken their toll on the young man. And suddenly he found himself dreaming of Saska’s fingers running through his hair. A warmth flooded through him.

His body shifted, moving into her touch. 

Identities Revealed || Dean and Saska

          Dean kind of… hated Beacon Hills. Since he’d heard about the wolf pack living here, he felt like he always had to be on his toes. They could be anyone, and he only knew of four of them so far. Derek, Saska, Scott and Isaac. Students too! He hated that the innocent lives of young boys had been ruined, all because they’d gotten bitten. He’d run into a few werewolves in his time, and they were… ruthless. There was only that one who’d decided to chose the high road, to make herself into the kind of wolf that didn’t hurt people. And the other…. 

                    Dean couldn’t simply trust that they weren’t hurting people – not when innocents were showing up dead around the town. He’d give Saska one thing; they didn’t exactly fit the traits of a werewolf kill, but that didn’t mean anything to Dean. He was in a town with mysterious deaths, werewolves and God knows what else, so the Winchesters were going to stick around until the hunt was over. 

                              In the meantime, however, Dean wanted to relax, even if just by way of drinking. He pulled up to a random bar and made his way inside, scanning the crowd just to see if there would be anyone of interest for him to chat up. When his eyes landed on none other than Saska herself, Dean smirked. Maybe he’d have a bit of fun tonight after all. He walked over to the bar, ordered himself a drink, along with whatever the bartender was serving Saska, then moved over towards her booth, setting her fresh drink down in front of her. “What’s a gorgeous woman like yourself doin’ in a dive of a bar like this?” he asked, then sat down across from her with an air of confidence. “I didn’t think I’d meet anyone worth talking to tonight. Guess I was wrong.”


The music was really loud and there were bodies pulsating with that music, Lance wasn’t unfamiliar with parties, they were just something he didn’t do all that often but this was definitely an exception. He was here on a mission, sort of, more like an intelligence op but hey– might as well party it up, he truly hadn’t done anything like since before he joined the military. He’d had a few drinks but nothing to make him ridiculously drunk, but he had a good enough buzz on to allow himself to be shoved into the pool where he made a big splash and was applauded by those that were far more intoxicated than he. Pulling himself from the water the Irishman received another drink which he was thus encouraged to chug by some people that were definitely much younger than him and with a cheeky grin he obliged. Shirtless and wet from just getting out of the pool Lance ran a hand through his hair a few times until he felt a tug on his arm and was suddenly dragged through some people and almost forced down on the bar that was just a few spots away. “Body shots!!” Someone called and handed Lance a lime. At first he inspected the green thing then he just eased back and put the skin part in his mouth, go big or go home as the youth said these days.

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Claudia turned back over in her bed. She wasn’t used to this. This constant trying to not say she wanted her roommate. Well, her non-relative roommate. Saska had taken Claudia’s room but with her lack of sleep, Claudia had inquired to take it back for the night. And now she couldn’t sleep. Saska’s scent was practically embedded on the sheets, the pillows, the room. It both calmed her and made her want to call Saska in and ravage her. Which was odd given Claudia had only ever read about sex. So she took a slow breath, exhaled, and tried to relax, fighting the want to have Saska curled up with her.

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Bekah knocked at the door to the she-wolf’s apartment, wondering if things between them would be okay. Perhaps. Elijah had been so angry and she just wanted to check on her after. And she had so few friends. So she waited, tracking the wolf’s sounds inside. “Sas, it’s Bex. I can hear your prowly feet….”