x grip

i think one of the things i like most about jaime and brienne is that their love is everything that their world is not. everything’s dark and gloomy and everyone’s fighting and in the midst of war and despair two broken souls, two people rejected and judged by society find each other and save each other and give each other hope and purpose. brienne shines her light on jaime and we get to see glimpses of him without a shell and in her light he could almost be a knight, the knight that he always wanted to be and jaime takes that light and doesn’t try to extinguish it or mock it but instead he risks his life trying to protect it and if that’s not one of the purest  and most meaningful connections in westeros then i don’t know what is.

anyway…there’s a romanian poem that i love that says something like ‘ Don’t you know that only in mud-bottom lakes the water lilies grow?‘ and i think that pretty much sums up my feelings about jaime and brienne

kcg4  asked:

Hi, I'll never say it enough I love your blog and your work, you all bring another perception of the functions and the types! I have a question about loop and grip what would be the difference between an INFP on a loop and an ENFP in a grip, and between an ENFP on a loop and an INFP in a grip?

You know how a four year old acts, right?

Tantrums. Uncontrolled emotions. Little concern for others. Kinda selfish, petty, and above all – immature.

Imagine that four year old never grows up. They stay four forever.

Now picture your inferior function as that four year old.

Grips are where your inner four year old comes out to play. There’s no other functions there. Just the four year old.

This should tell you the difference between a loop and a grip.

If your inferior is a four year old, your dominant is a wise old sage, and your auxiliary function is a semi-mature wizard-like soul, and your tertiary function is a semi-sane teenager.

So, when you’re having a grip, it’s the four year old.

When you’re looping, the wise old sage is yelling at the teenager to grow up.

Think about how a four year old might use Si or Te.

Inf-Si: NO CHANGE. I’M SCARED. I DON’T LIKE THAT COLOR. I’M DYING, BECAUSE I HAVE A TWINGE IN MY STOMACH, MOMMY.

Fi/Si-Loop: WHY DID I DO THAT FIVE YEARS AGO? I’M SUCH AN IDIOT. I AM STILL MAD ABOUT THAT, BUT I CAN DO NOTHING ABOUT IT. WHY CAN’T I JUST MOVE ON? BUT NO, I WILL SIT HERE AND BROOD INSIDE MY MIND FOR THE NEXT 3 WEEKS AND DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Inf-Te: LOSER. YOU’RE MEAN. I CAN BE MEAN TOO. DOES NO ONE WORK AROUND HERE? YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I THINK OF YOU?

Ne/Te-Loop: I HAVE TONS OF IDEAS HOW TO ACHIEVE MY GOALS. BUT I KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED. OOH, THIS IS AN EVEN BETTER IDEA. BUT NO, WAIT, I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE. I AM DOING TOO MANY THINGS. NO I CAN HANDLE IT. OF COURSE I CAN DO THAT. WAIT, THAT DEADLINE WAS TODAY? CAN I HAVE FIVE MINUTES? I’LL GET IT RIGHT OVER TO YOU. WHEW, THAT WAS CLOSE, BUT I TOTALLY ACED IT. HAHA, WAIT WHERE WAS I? WHEN WAS I HOME LAST? NO IDEA.

Don’t type yourself based on loops. It’s fairly common never to be in one, and if you are in one, that’s a bad place and you’re no good to either yourself or the world at large and need to get out of one, stat. 

Remember, in typing yourself and others:

ENFP: turns everything into a joke to deal with it.

INFP: does not do that.

What do Veronica Mars, Chloe Sullivan, Elizabeth Bennet, and Kenzi from Lost Girl have in common? They are all ENFPs. And they do… what? Wisecracks. Jokes. Cover up their feelings with smart-ass behavior, to avoid talking about how they got their feelings hurt. They don’t have to think about a comeback; they just have one. All the time. Instant wise-ass. You think that’s a character-driven myth? Think again. Ne-doms don’t need to pause to think. They do it on the fly, and 98% of them would rather amuse themselves or make you LOL than have a serious heart to heart conversation. They are hilarious. HELL-AR-IOUS.

Feelings? Pfft, what, you can’t take a joke? =P

Who doesn’t find life funny 24/7? INFPs. They have fun, sure, but life is way more serious, and intellectual, and deep than that. They will not shy away from those probing, heart to heart talks that give ENFPs hives. They are introverts. BIG CLUE: DEEP. DEEP. DEEP. FiNe deep. Freaking deep, okay?

Lemme give you an example of NFPs.

Scenario: Friend promises to take NFP somewhere, then doesn’t. NFP finds out she went with mutual friends instead. NFP does not ask if person forgot them (F), and…

INFP: Feels insulted. Spends some time truly FEELING. Decides based on those feelings whether to forgive and move on or shut down this friendship. Once they get past the hurt, their Ne kicks in and provides different reasons as to why or how they got left out, the person’s motives, etc., but they have to work through the hurt and feels first. And then they’re fine. But nobody is ever gonna do that to them again, or they’ll hear about it (inferior Te).

ENFP: Caught off guard, disappointed not be part of the group (extrovert). Dismisses their own feelings or laughs it off, while coming up with various reasons why they were left out (Ne-dom), and bouncing them off what is rational (Te) (well, I live a long way away; it would be inconvenient to invite me, I get it; gas money and all; if that’s the case, I’m not insulted, since it makes sense). Never speaks of it again, but might secretly feel insecure about it FOREVER (inferior Si).

- ENFP Mod

Self-control

Liam x Reader

Warnings: smut, sex, public sex, rough, biting, +18 gif undercut



Liam let out a low grumble as he shifted in his seat. It took all he had not to crawl under the table and bury his head between your thighs. Instead he glared at you from across the table while prodding his lunch with a fork.

When he finally had enough one hand vanished under the table and just as he had reached your thigh Scott’s hand grabbed his wrist while his glare was fixed on you. “Stop it (Y/N), don’t look at me like that we can all smell you.”

“Well we can’t.” Stiles added and jerked his thumb at Liam. “But this one looks ready to make it with the nearest thing that moves so, it’s a little obvious.” He chuckled when you pulled a face on innocence before leaving without a word, throwing a bright smile over your shoulder at Liam who looked like he was half way between a dead faint and crawling through the canteen over to you.

During your lesson Mason sat between you and tried to keep you both focused on the work. “… the trip will begin tomorrow morning and will end on the Saturday evening,it is compulsory even for those on the Lacrosse team.” Your teacher finished but you had barely pulled your eyes away from Liams.

When the class finished the three of you met the pack at Scott’s locker per usual and started walking out to Lydia and Stiles’ cars. “So is anyone else going on that trip because we have to miss the game?” Liam asked and Stiles rolled his eyes.

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Originally posted by a-marvelous-bean

Summary:  (Y/N) have been with James Buchanan Barnes for a long time, and it was hard to see him go when the war came. She patiently waited for her lover to return, only to have one day someone come to tell her Bucky was gone. She was heartbroken, but she refused to believe it, because they didn’t provide a body. She was going to find Bucky, and she wasn’t going to stop until She did.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Chapter One (NSFW)

Chapter Two 

I’m so sorry guys but I think i’ll always be bitter with Emma...

Because we had this incredible beautiful view of our baby Even

I mean look at him! omg the glasses, the clothes, the way he’s sitting, his hair, his effortless cool swagger. It was a gift from the gods. The music, the aesthetic, the perfection…must I go on? 

But then this happened…

and then this

and soon…

Emma made Even disappear. I just I can’t let this go. the only scene we had of sunglasses Even, and Emma cut it short with her blurry head 😭

Bonus:

Isak’s reaction to this cruelty

Kitten

Okay you guys I was really naughty…Instead of a chapter update here is my first ever oneshot! I was going to do a Xiumin one first but someone suggested a Kyungsoo wolf au and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. I hope you enjoy it if not let me know if something didn’t make sense!

Summary: Eunbi is a shifter who catches a delicious scent that belongs to a sexy man who looks out of place at the club she works at. What is this serious looking man doing in a place like this? The killer look in his eyes tells her he is on a mission.

Word count: 4046

Kyungsoo x OC


I grip the bars of the cage, growling loudly at the man who has been trying to grope me through the bars for the last thirty minutes. He jumps away surprised by the sound, of course, most humans are. But he snaps back quickly mumbling under his breath.

“Kitty can growl,” He muses, not expecting me to hear over the booming music, but of course I did. “Bitch wouldn’t be so brave if she wasn’t in the fucking cage.”

An amuse smirk graces my face, showing him my fangs as I slowly crouch down, “They have me in here for your protection, not mine.” I hiss at him, showing loud and clear I want nothing to do with him and his rotten smell.

Once again he jumps back, “Crazy bitch!”

The smile never leaves my face as I slowly stand up straight, making sure to stick my ass out as I go. The music switches to something with a faster beat, my friend not to far away howls loudly from her own cage before she begins thrashing to the music. I see her yellow eyes glow in the darkness, I’m sure she can see mine glowing their usual blue. I chuckle at the sight of her chucking her massive heels into the crowd, not caring if they hit someone, they were in the way of her wolf working her cage. Mine had been lost long before these early morning hours amongst the disgusting men who took them for god knows what reason.

I don’t mind really, I would have kicked them out at some point, my tigress purred with satisfaction the moment I took them off and began working my cage how I should, like the animal I am. I move my body to the music, whipping my long black hair around happily, enjoying the chaos around me. My cage is placed on podium in the middle of the dance floor about five feet up, allowing me to see everyone on the dance floor and at the bar. The hoards of people around me, some human some shifters, some other things I’m not sure about but know for sure they aren’t either of the two listed above. They smother each other in pheromones making the whole warehouse reek of sex.

The people wear many different things, none of it covers much skin though, but who am I to talk. Tonight we are belly dancers, golden bras encrusted with red gems and matching bottoms with the long mesh skirt and jingling sequence. I twirl a few times, just enjoying how the outfit moves when I catch a scent. The familiar scent sneaks into my mind and consumes it, my body buzzes, my body keeps moving to the music but my mind is somewhere else. I slyly scan the crowd for a familiar pale man and his companions, regardless of the fact that the scent is not his own it’s the only place I can find the addicting aroma.

Like chocolate and sweets.

It’s driving me fucking insane. It’s stronger this time, telling me the actual owner of this delicious scent is here, he is fucking here. Why the hell did I agree to be in the cage today? I growl at myself, frightening a few patrons by my feet but I don’t care I need to find out who this is coming from. The music slows down once again, turning the crowd from a mob of chaos to just one of grinding and sex. My hips move slowly to the music, masters at their work they draw all sorts of attention to me. The scent slowly mixes with arousal, my eyes scan over the crowd once more as my tongue drags along my lips.

I spot him.

He’s completely out of place amongst the half naked crowd in a three piece suit. There is a drink in his hand and pretty little slut on his arm but his eyes are fixated on me. It takes all of myself control and the strength of the shifter proof bars to keep me from getting out of this fucking cage and tearing that girl to pieces. I catch myself for moment, where the hell did this come from? I’m not a territorial person, I share an apartment, a car, my clothes, my food, there is nothing I really keep to myself, until now I guess because I want him.

Mine.

My mind screams.

Mine!

My anger and desire to get out becomes more pathetic, a small whine escapes me when the slut giggles and strokes his cheek. To my surprise he is on his feet, pushing the girl away he finally makes his way through the crowd to me. Even though I’m completely over joyed that his delicious scent is coming over, fear settles in the pit of my stomach when I feel his dominance and  anger pouring out of him. The crowd parts for him like the red sea, the other shifters in the crowd pull the humans with them to keep them from the murderous look in the man’s eyes. Man, I want to scoff at myself, he is a beast, werewolf through and through, fucking great. My tigress is confused on how to feel, my initial instinct is to hiss at the wolf prowling towards me but at the same time I’m ready to jump him.

Eyes as black as coal stare me down, I drop to my knees so our faces are much closer allowing me to see more than I could when he was in the dark bar area. I lean down on my elbows allowing my hands to slip through the bars and rest his cheeks. My fingers feel a long his masculine jaw line, grinning when I think of how I’m going to mark up that neck of his. A pink tongue runs across those heart shaped, drawing my attention back to his features, round eyes and a small nose. Brown hair that is gelled back out his handsome face seems a bit more messed up than I imagine it should be, as if he has been running his hands through it all day. His cheeks get warmer under my hands, a pink hue cross them as I continue to study him. I find myself leaning in closer, pulling him closer as I move, just barely through the bars I manage to graze his lips with my own. It’s a small touch but it causes a snarl to start in his chest. His eyes glow a blood red.

Fucking great.

An alpha.

But at this point I’m too turned on to care about anything other than getting out of this cage and getting someplace where this wolf can show me how much of an alpha he really is.

“As much as I would love to play with you Mr. Wolf I’m a bit stuck,” I muse obviously breathless., taking ahand away to shake the bars, showing their lack of mobility.

He only hums in response, making me frown, I want to hear the voice behind those pink lips. His eyes scan over the cage, he grabs one of the bars and shakes it, it doesn’t give.

“Told you, unless you are like the strongest werewolf imaginable I’m not getting out of here,” This time I’m less amused and more frustrated. “Mr. Wolf please get me out, I’m dying in here.”

His growl echoes once more.

“Okay, I’m not actually dying but I’m dying to get out of this cage so I can fucking grab you by the neck and kiss you properly,” I confess, a bit embarrassed that some random stranger can get me hot an bothered like this without even touching me. “If you can get me out of here I’m all yours,” I promise, hating myself for basically begging. But that seems to be all he needs to grab on to two of the bars and pull them apart, giving me enough space to squeeze through. I stare dumb struck for a moment as he does it without a problem, from my personal experience it should have definitely been a problem so when he offers me his hand to get down suddenly I’m hesitant.

He lets out a hearty chuckle that warms my chest, “I was promised something and I’m not leaving without it.”

“Um, Mr. Wolf, you aren’t Mr. Big Bad Wolf, are you?” I half heartedly tease, praying I’m not handing myself over to some crazy wolf.

He cocks his head, “If I am?”

I gulp.

“Okay Kitten you have until the count of five to take my hand before I climb in there and let me tell you something,” He leans closer, “I’ve always wanted to claim someone in front of a crowd. Have them all listen as you scream my name,” That voice has me almost coming undone right then and there. “One… Two… Three… Four…”

I’m sliding through the bars and into his arms before he has the chance to follow through on his dream. He smiles triumphantly, keeping one arm wrapped around my shoulders possessively as he leads me towards the exit. Once again the crowd parts for us, for him, no one dares to even look in our direction until we reach the door where the bouncer steps in front of us. I know the large man well, he’s one of our few human bouncers so of course he doesn’t notice the threatening pheromones rolling off my partner in waves. He blocks the doorway with his large body, regardless of the fact that he is half a foot taller and at least fifty pounds heavier than my partner I have no doubt the alpha could tear him to pieces.

I give the bouncer a begging smile hopping he will get the hint and realize I’m not being kidnapped, at least not really. But he doesn’t and reaches for me, “Where the hell do you think you are going with one of our dancers?” The bouncer snaps.

The alpha quickly pushes me behind him, he grabs the bouncer’s hand in his own and stares the man down as his grip tightens, slowly crushing the bouncer’s fist. I quickly get back in between them, ingoring the alpha’s free hand that is trying to drag me behind him again and grab on to the tie around his neck. I wrap my hands around it a few times bringing him to my level, our foreheads pressed together.

His red eyes bore into mine, “Kitten,” He warns with a deep growl.

“Lets go,” I half beg, hopping not to cause a scene.

“He tried to take you,” The alpha snarls, his eyes flick to the bouncer who is on his knees behind me, whimpering in pain.

“Look at me,” I command, “Let him go.” A sigh of relief leaves me, allowing me to smile. I let his tie unwrap a few times but keep a solid grip on the end and tug him gently. “Come on,” I muse playfully, urging him on like puppy. As much as I can tell his wolf doesn’t like it he obeys and follows me out of the warehouse to where all the cars are parked. “I assume you drove?” I turn to face him, his eyes are fixed on my hand still holding the end of his tie. I let it go and awkwardly laugh, not sure if I crossed a line, though I have no idea where the lines are at all at the moment. He grabs my hand and leads me to the obviously most expensive thing in a mile radius of this side of town. He leads me to the passengers side door of the imported sports car, I expect him to open the door for me but instead he pins me against it. His hands on either side of me gripping the car until his knuckles are white. Those glowing red eyes are once again fixated on me.

“Don’t ever do that again,” He warns.

I puff out my cheeks, “Sorry, I just was trying to be playful.”

He snarls, “Not that. Don’t ever try to get in between me and someone who is trying to take you away. Most people who try to take what is mine are lucky to get away with their lives, but anyone who dares to try and take you are lucky to just get their throats ripped out, understand?”

“So you are saying that…”

“You are mine.”

My tigress purrs.

“Now get in the car before I take you right here and now.” He turns and rushes to get in his own door. Turning around I see that his grip has left dents on the top of the car, I snicker, though it would be a lie to say my body isn’t vibrating with excitement. The possessiveness in his words makes me have to press my thighs together, what the fuck is this man doing to me. His engine roars to life and he speeds out of the parking lot and down the road to the main part of Seoul. It’s awkwardly silent for most of the drive, my legs are trembling and his knuckles are white from gripping the stirring wheel.

“So, should we tell each other names or are you more of the one and done, don’t need to know names, kind of guy?” I muse awkwardly.

“One and done?” He gives me a side-glance with those fucking eyes.

“I know you said, ‘you are mine’, but I don’t know if that’s just a thing wolves did to get laid.” He pulls into an underground garage and parks his car. He doesn’t acknowledge me at all as he climbs out of the car. I groan and rest my head against the dash, “Maybe he wasn’t questioning what it meant and was just telling me what he wanted as if it was obvious. I hate wolves.”

He rips open my car door and pulls me out. Without a word and drags me to the elevator and refuses to let me go the whole ride up to the top floor, penthouse, of course. Fucking Alphas. The minute we reach his floor he drags me out into a hall way and up to a pair of double doors that I assume lead to his apartment, and like in the elevator he refuses to let me go until with are inside. Once the doors are closed I’m pressed against them, he pins my hands on either side of my head, his body presses against mine.

“You hate wolves?” He muses.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I pout, regardless of the position we are in at the moment.

“One and done?” He echoes once again.

It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt me to hear him say that.

“What a stupid thing to even suggest,” He chuckles as his nose runs along my jaw. “Wolves mate for life,” He punctuates that sentence with his fangs pressed firmly against my neck.

Mate.

My tigress roars.

Of fucking course he is my mate, that is why I’ve wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me since the moment I saw him. The realization has me growling, “Why he hell couldn’t you have said that sooner? I wouldn’t have put up such a fight if I had know you were my mate and not some stranger who just has me hot and bothered!”

He chuckles, “What kind of fight did you put up? It was so easy to just steel you away.” I gulp when I feel his fangs run along my neck, “It’s like you were just begging to be snatched up, Kitten.”

“Eunbi,” I blurt out.

He hums, “Kyungsoo.”

“Kyungsoo,” I test the name out on my tongue.

He groans from his place in the crook of my neck, “Say it again.”

“Kyungsoo,” I say a bit more breathless this time. Suddenly he has me over his shoulder caring me through his apartment that I would actually like to look around in but apparently at a different time. I’m laid down on a massive bed, he stares down at me, putting all his weight on his one arm so his free hand can stroke my cheek gently.

“I promise that I will take the time to make love to you gently and romantically, but not today. Tonight I have watched dozens of men eye fuck you, my wolf is going insane with jealousy, I need to be inside you.”

I chuckle as I slowly open my legs a bit more, “All you had to do was say so.” He leans down and kisses me like his life depends on it. It’s not soft or gentle, it’s pure animal, tongues battle for dominance, I try even though I have no chance at beating him. That doesn’t stop me from cheating and pushing his elbow so I can flip him over and have the upper hand for a moment. To my surprise he doesn’t throw a fit, too focused on the intense make out session we are in. I pull away, ignoring the whine that he makes, to pull off my annoying shirt, if you can call it that. I reach for his but he seems too much rather go back to kissing and pulls me back in. With one hand gripping the back of my neck, keeping our lips pressed together, the others finds its way to my hip.

“Off,” I demand between kissing, pulling at his suit jacket and button up. He ignores me and tries to work on getting my bottoms off. I growl and shamelessly tear away his expensive looking shirt and the t-shirt underneath, revealing his toned chest. I escape his lips once more to leave kisses cross his jaw and down his neck, basking in the groans and snarls leaving his perfect lips. His other hand meets it’s partner on my other hip, holding me still as his own hips rut up against mine. I have to pause, my face pressed into the crook of his neck, in an attempt to control myself.

“Give me one fucking second to have some kind of foreplay,” I snarl wanting to enjoy the moment a bit more before jumping into it. This is my first time with an alpha and my mate, I want to take my time.

But his hips rutting once again is his response to that, “Too long. I need you now.” He rolls us back over, managing to capture my hands and pin the above my head with one hand. His other hand reaches for my bottoms and tears them away with ease, tossing them somewhere on the floor. I can’t keep myself from watching as he slowly undoes his belt and his pants. I know he is watching me, waiting for a reaction when he pulls his manhood out; he is not disappointed. My jaw drops, I knew wolves were supposed to be big but I wasn’t expecting this. He pumps himself a few times chuckling, “What’s wrong Kitten, too much for you?”

I glare at his smug face, “We will have to find out won’t we, now stop staring.”

“Are you ready?”

I gulp as wiggle my hands free and pull his face closer, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, taking a moment to breath in his delicious scent that not just turns me on but relaxes my erratic heart. “I’m ready,” I mumble.

“Where did that confidence go?” He muses softly, loosing his own cockiness.

“It’s come back, I just preparing myself,” I peek down once again, he positions himself at my entrance. “Be gentle at first at least, okay?”

His domineering wolfishness seems to fade, he copies my actions, burring his face in the crook of my neck, “Of course.” I take a few deep breaths before he plunges all the way into me in one thrust. A whimper escapes my lips, he stretches me more than I have been before. My claws dig into his back as I try to deal with the pain of such a huge intruder. He wraps his arms around me, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing me. He does his best to comfort me but I don’t miss the way his body trembles, how tense his body is or the growl vibrating in his chest.

He is struggling to control himself. It’s obvious as he holds me closer, almost crushing me in his iron clad embrace, “You can move.” I encourage, hoping it will just get better once things start going.

“Are you sure?” He groans through grit teeth.

“Take the offer before have the chance to take it back.”

That is all the encouragement he needs to slowly pull and push back in at the same pace. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, it’s more of a burning feeling now, it’s bearable. But for him, his wolf seems to be over the moon. The beast growls with satisfaction, making the pain worth it. After a few more stretching thrusts I feel something deep inside of me tingle.

I moan.

“There,” I mumble. “Again.” He obeys and thrusts a bit harder this time, hitting the same place again, this time head on. “Fuck! Right there!”

“As you wish,” He chuckles, his grip on me tightens as his picks up the pace. I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to reach deeper. Our moans fill the room, I encourage him to go faster and faster, demanding him to go harder until the only thing I can scream is his name. His wolf roars pounding into me like the animal he is. I’ve never felt something like this, the knot growing in the pit of my stomach is more intense than I’ve ever felt before. It doesn’t take very long for his thrusts to become sporadic.

The moment his teeth dig into my neck, marking me as his mate I come undone. After a few more thrust he fills me with his cum, staining my walls white. I feel utterly spent, relaxing back against the bed but the moment I shift I realize that his manhood is still hard inside of me. He notices my sudden shift and chuckles.

“You thought we would be done after one round?” He licks the bite mark on my neck. “We have a lot to catch up on, I have been looking for you for a long time, I have many things I would like to do to you before we rest.”

I gulp


Kyungsoo’s POV

I watch her from the edge of the bed, a small smile on my face. Her small frame is wrapped in the thick blanket, her pure white hair splayed out on the pillow her head rests on. I glance at the black wig on the floor then back to my sleeping mate, her cat ears sticking out on top of her head, white with black tips. I make to mental note to ask her about that, most shifters aren’t able to shift only parts of their bodies, I wonder briefly if that is why she wears the wig. I already have a long list of questions to asker her once she wakes up, starting with her surname. I was in such a jealous rage last night that I didn’t even ask her the basic questions, god I’m a shitty mate already.

The moment I picked up her scent yesterday morning on my younger brother, Sehun, my wolf was enraged to find her scent on another alpha. After almost tearing him apart he admitted he had went to that club for a good time and thankfully didn’t get it with my little kitten, though he did get a lap dance much to my displeasure. My wolf snarls just at the thought. It’s a small noise but it’s enough to make her pop up, confused and sleepy, it’s honestly adorable.

“Good morning,” I chuckle awkwardly, not sure if it’s okay that I was watching her while she slept.

She runs her hand threw her hair and yawns, “Good morning Mr. Wolf.”

I cock an eyebrow at her, “Mr. Wolf?”

“I’m assuming you’re older than me but I’m not going to call you Oppa without being sure.”

“Trust me Kitten, I’m your oppa.”

She nods, “I figured, so how old are you? Should I be calling you grandpa instead?”

“You are looking for trouble,” I warn.

“Too high, how about something in the middle, daddy?”

My cock twitches, “Kitten.”

She looks away innocently, “So something else than, should we talk about how we are going to get in trouble.”

“Trouble?”

“I know that wolves aren’t too fond of mixing with other shifters, your council of elders has something against the rest of us. I’m assuming they won’t want a handsome wolf like yourself mingling with a lowly tiger like me, mates or not.”

I hum, “They won’t be a problem.”

“What?”

“They won’t be a problem,” I repeat.

“How do you know? Don’t tell me your daddy is on it,” She teases.

It takes all of myself control to not say, no, but your daddy is. Instead I say, “Nope, I am.”

Her jaw drops, “Wow,” I’m expecting her to be proud of how strong I am but I’m an idiot for hoping for that much. “You must be really old!”

I click my tongue at her, “You must really be a kitten.”

She nods, “I’m only 23.”

“23 what?”

“Just 23 years old.”

Oh god I feel like a pervert, “That explains why it took me so long to find you.”

“Also I assume you don’t spend your time in clubs like that.”

I nod, “You wound be right, I was there on a mission.”

“A mission,” She muses, “to woo me?”

I chuckle, “I guess yes. Though wooing you wasn’t really a necessity,” I admit.

“So you were just going to snatch me up whether I liked or not?”

I nod as I slowly make my way to her, “The minute I caught your scent I knew I was going to take you home and never let you go.”

“So what are the chances of me making it out of this apartment today?”

I cup her cheeks in my hands and bring her lips to mine, kissing them softly, “Absolutely none.”


 I don’t know if this is a good one shot or not. If you guys really like it I might make a part 2 if requested! Please let me know how you feel about it!

Harrison Osterfield Imagine - Turbulence

request: heeey, fluff on the privet jet imagine with Haz? ur scared and get close to H and get sleepy, but u can hear Z, T and H talking about u and how H likes you but doens’t wanna risk ur friendship knowing ur don’t feel the same and Z is like “that girl loves u to, how she acts, tom’s right beside her and she not that close to him” and then T tels him about an conversation he had with you earlier whilst waiting in the gate about how he asked her about him cuz he also noticed them being all cute

a/n: harrison fluff is my fave !!!!!

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Originally posted by spideysosterfield

Gripping tightly onto the armrests, your knuckles were turning white as the jet hit some turbulence. You’d always hated flying, something which had made your friends question why you took the job as Zendaya’s personal assistant since she flew so much. The comfort of the private jet made you a little bit more at ease, but you still felt your heart rate sky-rocket at every bump and jolt of the plane.

“Hey,” Harrison caught your attention from the cushioned bench he was sat on, noticing your deep breathing, a calming technique you’d read up on online. “You alright?” He tilted his head to catch your eye line. You nodded quickly.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Just hate flying when it gets bumpy.” He moved over on the bench, leaving a space for you and motioned for you to sit beside him. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself out of your seat, your legs wobbling as you took a few steps to the bench. Sitting down heavily, you felt more relaxed with Harrison sat next to you. You let out a yawn. Tom returned from the bathroom and sat on the other side of you, and you heard Zendaya stir from her nap on the chair opposite. You shut your eyes, leaning your head on Harrison’s shoulder.

“Is she alright?” Zendaya asked. You felt Harrison nod his head. They must have thought you’d fallen asleep, but you heard everything they said about you.
“Look at you,” Tom teased. “You’re fucking loving her lying on you like that.”
Harrison chuckled softly. “Maybe I am,” he said. You nuzzled your head into Harrison, cuddling into him further, attempting to make your fake slumber more realistic.
“Haz you are in so deep. Look how smitten you are. He can’t wipe that shit eating grin off of his face.”
“When are you gonna ask her out?” Zendaya asked. Harrison tensed underneath you.
“No, no, no. No way. Z, she can’t know. Please don’t tell her,” he begged.
“Alright, alright.”
“I don’t want to ruin anything,” he said quietly. “She’s my best friend.”
“Hey!” Tom said, a little upset.
One of my best friends,” Harrison corrected himself.

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