So Uh I Watched Supernatural And Uh I Only Have One Thing To Say......

Athena

Part 3 of the “Call Out My Name” series.

WARNING: Gun violence, sexual harassment (nothing too extreme)

Time ceased to exist to you after the fifteenth repeat of your routine. Or was it twenty? You had stopped counting, so it didn’t matter. All that mattered was your routine becoming perfect. Flawless. Not a single mistake. You took a sip of water, stretched your sore feet, and started again.

1, 2, 3, 4, balancé, 5, 6, 7, 8. Assemblé, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Penché hold, 2, 3, 4 CRASH.

Your over worked ankles had given up, sending you to the ground. You let out an yelp and frustrated scream before slamming your hands over your face as tears fell from your eyes.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called from the left wing.

You turned to face him for a second, only to burts out into another sob at his soft expression.

“Baby,” He gasped, running over and falling to his knees in front of you. He clasped your hands and gently pried them away from your face, gripping them securely in his larger palms.

“You gotta rest now. You’ve worked hard today.” He whispered.

“I..I can’t.” You whimpered. “It’s not there yet. I need to get that lead, Jardani, I really do. The director sai-“

“Fuck the director.”

You stared up at him in utter shock, teary eyes wider than saucers.

“Jardani! Someone will hear you-“

“I don’t care.” He spoke firmly. “You’re the best one out of all of those girls. None of them work even a quarter of the amount that you do. If she doesn’t give you the lead, then fuck her. She’s insane and she must want to put on the shittiest show ever. Because guess what? Even if she puts you in the very back, not a damn soul will be looking at the lead. You know who they’ll be looking at?”

“Who?” You asked timidly.

“You.” He whispered, wiping your tears away with the bottom of his shirt. He pulled you into his warm embrace, placing his hand on the back of your head and bringing it to his chest. He began to slowly rock you back and forth, massaging your scalp soothingly as your tears stopped.

“You’re a star, sweetheart. Remember that. You’re a goddess.”

“You’re Athena?” John asked in disbelief.

Athena was a ghost. No one knew what she looked like or even what her name was. Those who she worked with vowed to the discretion of her identity. If you followed her rules, you would be safe for the rest of your life. Be good to her, and Athena will grant you protection. Betray her, and you’ll die quicker than you could whisper her true name to anyone else. Those say that Athena’s trust is the best currency, and boy were they right. Not a single soul has ever seen her enter, kill, or leave. She never even left a mess behind, the only evidence of her presence being a dead body neatly propped up on a chair. Not even a speckle of blood. Everything she did was executed with the upmost deliberation and strategy. That’s how she earned the nickname Athena. The goddess of strategic warfare, strength, and skill. You would never know if she was coming for you until she was pointing a gun in your face or slicing your throat. If you were scared of the Boogeyman, you better run like hell before Athena finds you.

John couldn’t say he was surprised if he really thought about it. Of course you were Athena. Everything you did, you did with finesse. You were the best in the Ruska Roma. Maybe even better than him. He had heard of you for all these years and hadn’t even realized it was you. You did it. You became the best. It madr him swell with pride.

“I guess I’ve made quite the name out of myself.” You said smugly, a small devious smile on your face.

“You were the one that wiped out the base in Siberia?” John asked.

“Yup.” You nonchalantly replied, inspecting your nails.

Hmm. I need a new manicure. Good thing I just got paid.

“And the raid in Bucharest?”

“Yup.”

“What about that group in Berlin-“

“Everything you have heard about me, I did. I don’t lie to people and I don’t let my people lie on me.” You entrenched.

“So trust me when I say I’m going to get your dog out of there, John.” You swore sincerely.

John stared at you intently before cupping your face.

“Be careful.” He said sternly. “I don’t care if you’re Athena, you be careful, Y/N.”

“I promise.” You pledged.

You stretched and resumed your previous position on your side of the bed.

“Now sleep, baba yaga. I have shit to do tomorrow.” You mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow.

John stilled for a moment before slowly laying down beside you, your back to his chest, and hesitantly placed a large hand on you hip.

“Can I?” He whispered softly.

You immediately softened at the tone of his voice. God, this was all you wanted. You looked back at him and into his puppy like eyes before turning your body around to face him. Scooting closer until your head rested on his chest. Without a second thought, John wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

“Good night, John.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

You checked the contents of your purse before slipping out of your car. The parking garage was practically empty, only a couple cars spread a few rows apart were here. Perfect.

A low whistle came from behind you.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. God, it’s always so good seeing you.” A smug voice groaned predaciously.

You recognized the voice right away. Viktor Ivar. His father had hired you to wipe out a couple men that were after him. You did your job, and only your job much to the man child’s dismay. He had been relentlessly pursuing you the entire time, even if you paid him no mind. As much as you wanted to harm him, you couldn’t. He was your mission. But now, you had no loyalty to him or his father and his men. They could try you, but they wouldn’t succeed.

“Can’t say the same.” You muttered, pretending to put your keys away in your purse only to reach for your glock.

“Let me buy you a drink.” He purred, stepping closer to you to grab your arm and turn you towards him.

“No.” You deadpanned.

He laughed loudly.

“Darling, play with me.” He woed condescendingly, a menacing threat underlying his tone.

“You were a job, Viktor.” You spat. “I know you’re not exactly the brightest, but it’s quite obvious you don’t know how to differentiate business fro-“

Before you knew it, Viktor had violently ripped open your black silk blouse, exposing your black lace clad breasts. Buttons flew everywhere across the cement floors. He licked his lips at the sight, his mouth salivating perversely.

“Oh honey.” Viktor moaned. “You should just stop talking, you’re so much prettier like this.”

Without wasting another second, you pulled out your glock and fired three rounds right at his genitals. He fell to the ground with a violent roar, clutching his crotch. You took this opportunity to wrap both sides of your torn blouse around you.

“Fuck! What the fuck! I’m going to fucking end you, you fucking whor-“

You fired another round at the hand guarding his crotch.

“SHIT! FUCK! ALRIGHT!” Viktor screamed.

“What’s the matter, baby?” You cooed evilly. “Can’t get it up?”

You walked towards him and leaned down so your face was right in front of his.

“Touch me again or touch anyone like that, the next round is going up your ass.” You snarled.

The elevator doors of the garage opened behind you. Out came Viktor’s father, Eleazer Ivar, and his men.

“What’s going on!” He bellowed. The clicking of guns could be heard behind you.

You slowly turned around, a menacing expression on your face. Eleazer’s men immediately put their guns down quicker than his face fell and turned whiter than a ghost.

“Athena.” He gulped. “Nice to see you.”

“You too, Mr.Ivar, but I’m not a fan of these circumstances.” You said lowly.

“Teach your son some manners or he’s gone.” You growled.

The man studied your ripped blouse, the black buttons on the floor, and his son writhing in pain. He automatically put two and two together.

“Y-yes, ma’am. You have my word.” He stuttered.

You nodded respectfully, turning to the head guard in charge.

“Handle it.” You demanded.

“Right away, ma’am.” He agreed compliantly before gesturing to his one half of his men to call the cleaning crew and the other to get Viktor out of there.

“Bye, sweetheart.” You tauntingly teased, a grin on your face as they dragged him away.

“I apologize, Miss Y/N/L. It will never happen again.” Eleazer begged.

“I know it won’t.” You said darkly, your heels clicking as you strutted away to the elevator. Your intense gaze never left Eleazer until the doors closed. You fetched the spare shirt out of you bag and slipped it on quickly and stored away your gun before the doors opened and you began your block long walk to the Continental.

Charon was there to greet you at the front steps.

“Miss Y/L/N. Welcome back, the manager will be delighted to see you.” He formally announced.

“I’d be delighted to join him.” You agreed.

Charon escorted you to Winston’s office. The Continental was blooming with business as per usual. Not a single person took a second glance at you. The only looks you received were ones of envy fron women and lust from men, but that’s all you were to them. Another pretty face. The thought made you want to bask in your own success. No one knew who you were. That it was you who carried out some of the best assassinations in high table history. You had the power of anonymity. Charon opened the office doors for yoy, politely nodding for you to enter. You thanked him and stepped in. Winston stood up from his desk, his welcoming arms were open, gesturing to the seat in front of him.

“It’s always nice to see your face around here, dear.” He lauded.

You smiled and sat down in front of him.

“It’s always nice being here, Winston. Especially after all of the chaos that has happened in the last week,” You sighed falsely in despair. “I heard you almost lost this place. That would have been horrible, things wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Winston leaned back in his seat, releasing an exhale. His eyes met yours as he locked you into a contemplative gaze.

“My loyalty runs deeper than these walls, Miss Athena.” He spoke slowly. “Actually, I have something for you, darling.”

He nodded to Charon who walked over to a side door, swinging it open to reveal the most adorable pittbull you have ever seen. He sat obediently, his tail wagging with exuberance behind him as he panted happily. It almost looked like he was smiling.

This was John’s dog.

You hid your shock like the master manipulator you were trained to be. No one knew that you and John knew each other besides the director and those who were in the Ruska Roma with you. Did someone tell Winston? The stakes were high, however, you remained passive.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head, Y/N. I mean no harm.” Winston spoke sincerely. “If there’s anyone that can find him, it’s you. Tell him this was all a part of the bigger picture.”

You studied him before doing the same to Charon. The two were never ones to deceive unless completely necessary, like how Winston shot John in front of the adjudicator. You were long time partners, friends even. They wouldn’t lie to you. They knew better.

“Thank you,” You said. “I’m sure he misses his owner.”

Winston nodded in acknowledgment.

Without another word, you stood up.

“C’mere, boy!” You gently cooed.

The pitty ran to you immediately. You offered him your hand to sniff. The dog then scooted closer, further inspecting you. When his snout reached your hair, he wagged his tail so hard you were almost afraid it would fall off. He had caught the scent of John on you.

“Come on, honey. Lets get you out of here.”

Charon had called the vallet and had your car brought to a hidden tunnel. As far as anyone knew, John Wick was either gone or dead, so not a single soul could see you taking his dog or it would raise suspicion. The ride home wasn’t a problem, your windows were tinted very darkly. The dog had laid his head on your lap as you drove the whole time. You wanting nothing more than to snuggle the pup more than anything. You were filled with excitement when you arrived back home, and so was the dog. He probably knew that John was in there. You and the bouncing pup exited your car and zoomed into your home.

John jerked up from the couch at the sound of clicking heels against the wood floors accompanied by the familiar pitter patter of paws. He abandoned his book and cup of coffee and got up, following the sound. The dog barked happily before tackling John to the ground. John wrapped his arms around him and began laughing as the dog hopped all over him and kissed every bit of his face.

“Hi, boy. I know, I know. I missed you too. I’m okay. Good dog, good boy.” He whispered.

You stared at the sweet reunion in front of you. You have never seen John this happy before. Tears almost rose up in your eyes. The whole ordeal made you emotional. Finally, for once in your line of work, your intimidating, infamous Athena persona result in something good. John had his best friend back, and that’s all that mattered. He and the dog were safe.

When the pup had calmed down and sat still, John stood up abruptly and pulled you into his arms.

“Thank you so much.” He murmured, his lips against your forehead.

You looked up at him and smiled.

“Now we kick some ass.”

PART 3

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Coloring Book Adventures

Summary: As a way to stay abstinent, you color in coloring books to distract you when you feel sexual urges. That’s until your father’s gardener comes to play.

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Reader 18+

WC: 6.9K (i got sooo CARRIED AWAY I AM SORRY)

Warnings: PURE SMUT, innocence kink (is that a thing?), this might get nasty so watch out, loss of virginity, Daddy kink, mentions of extremely religious parents and religion in general, masturbation using a hair brush handle, unprotected sex (just use condoms guys, thanks)

A/N: If you like it all I ask is that you leave verbal feedback, thank yooou

You have always been sheltered. Your parents always wanted to hide the real world from you and fed you lies to scare you away from things so you didn’t do them. They’d tell you things like sex would kill you if you didn’t do it with the man you were married to, or your fingers would turn blue and fall off if you tried to please yourself. It sounded absurd but you believed it. You were homeschooled so you never got a real education or made real friendships. You didn’t know why they didn’t let you out like other kids but that’s how you grew up.

That’s how you got here, still in your pink and lilac room coloring in your coloring book while laying on your stomach. Your mother forced it upon you when you were 16. She told you to color in it whenever you felt those tingles in your private parts, that way you would keep your hands busy so you wouldn’t touch yourself. You got those tingles quite a bit, that’s why there were two stacks of coloring books in the corner of your room that you finished cover to cover. You rubbed your legs together as your colored and dropped your head a little against the book and sighed as the friction started to feel good. You were 20 and had no idea what you were doing but it felt really good. Your heart beat started to pound in your ears as you moved your hips back and forth, you started to feel an intense feeling and stopped yourself, heavily breathing in and out through your nose. You realized what you were doing and scolded yourself as you continued to color.

“Y/N!,” you heard your father’s voice on the other side of the door with a knock.

“Come in!,” You hummed. He came in and saw you coloring and shook his head, knowing what that meant. He hated seeing you coloring because that meant you were feeling “urges to sin”.

“Come downstairs. The gardener is coming today and I want you to meet him so you can tell him what you want in your corner of the garden,”

You squealed enthusiastically and hopped up out of bed. Long forgetting your urges. Your lilac dress bouncing with you and your dad told you to not do that around the gardener, “Yes, sir,” you nodded. He led you down stairs and brought you outside with your mother so you could decide and be dead set on what part of the garden you wanted. You chose the the corner in the far back that was hidden by a small wall of shrubs.

“Hellooo, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N? I’m Bucky the Gardener,” he called from the other side of the gate.

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—𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽 ;

_____ is the newest – and youngest – addition to the Avengers team. Rich, important parents, incredibly smart. Trained in gymnastics, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Got a face that she knows will get her anything she wants; the long lashes, the doe eyes and lips that she just has to pout to get her way. She’s a brat – and everyone knows that Steve thinks so because he’s constantly reprimanding her as if she’s the toddler she throws tantrums like.

ONGOING

♕ = smut 

part 1: brat

part 2: and again

part 3: hot girl summer ♕ 

part 4: dreams do come true (in new orleans)

part 5: a degree of fancy

part 6: thicker than water

part 7: silver lining

DRABBLES

lesson 1 ♕

pass the salt

eat the rich ♕

midnight snack ♕

bubblegum b**** ♕

sober thoughts

the witching hour ♕

the boss

the relapse

the stealth suit 

sex pollen ♕

reverse sex pollen ♕

period pains

honorary stark

“Would you go back?”

an attempt was made

one of his french girls

“let’s get married.”

the one about the piercing

the one about the dollar-bill knife

the dress

joining forces with scott lang

pre-serum steve

“please talk to me.”

meet the exes

pushing your luck

accidental mind-reading

the one where steve shaves his beard

recklessness

not taking no for an answer

midnight ride

spotify playlist

headcanons/ asks/ photosets/ miscellaneous

My freinds and I trying to act normal when our parents walk in

Welcome…

to…

TOMblr!!!

The happiest place on earth…

#whatdidijustdo #yourwelcome #applause

(probably the best thing I’ll ever achieve)

edit: added hardy due to protest:) also, thank you for almost 13 000 notes!

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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Apprentice questionnaire

@thearcanaweek I’ve been sitting on this list for an age and I figured the free-day might be a good chance to share it maybe it will help someone or amuse them. The questions are grouped together loosely in a theme and get weirder as you go down.

What is their full name?

Zodiac sign

In detail describe how they look 

How old are they?

What clothes to they like to wear?

What’s their favorite piece of clothing?

Any piercings? 

Do they have any other jewelry they wear?

Any tattoos?

How old are they?

What do they smell like?

What are their four trinkets?

GOVERNMENT MANDATED FERSONA 

What kind of magic are they good at?

What kind of magic are they bad at?

Of the four, six or seven magical elements which are they most connected to? Four: fire,air water earth. six: fire,air,water, wood,earth, metal. Seven:fire, air, water, wood, earth, metal, aither.

What does their gateway look like prior to their memory loss?  What does it look like afterwards?

Do they have a familiar? If they do. What type of animal is it? What is it’s name? Is it still around after they lost their memory?

Have they ever cursed someone?

How do they handle those headaches/migraines?

What tarot card do they connect the most with?

Where were they born?

What is their favorite color?

What is their least favorite color?

Are they right handed, left handed or ambidextrous?

What were they like as a child?

What were their parents like?

Do they have any siblings? If the answer is yes how many?

Do they have any other relatives they are close with?

What are they afraid of?

What do they identify as?

Do they have any allergies? 

Do they have any other medical problems?

What about mental health issues? 

What’s that personal hygiene regimen like? 

Favorite rock or gemstone? 

Favorite tree?

Favorite type of weather?

Least favorite type of weather?

What is their favorite season? (remember winter is summer and spring is fall)

How many languages could they speak before the memory loss? How many do they currently speak?

Do they sing or play any instruments?

What do they tend to joke about?

After a stressful day how do they relax?

Guilty pleasures?

idiosyncrasies?

How do they act when they first meet someone new? How quickly do they warm up to them?

In what order would they prioritize Love, fame, money, power, and knowledge?

List four or more things they love to do

List four or more things they hate to do

List five or more things they have said that sum up who they are

How do they react to (both verbal and physical) conflict?

What kind of bad habits to they have?

What kind of character faults do they have?

What’s their best trait in their opinion?

What do they think of their appearance?

How do they interact with people in a position of authority? 

Who did they look upto as a kid?

How do they interact with kids?

Do they want kids of their own someday?

Are they religious? If so what god/goddess or gods/goddesses do they worship?

What do they think the meaning of life is?

What would they want their last words to be?

What do they want to do before they die?

What/how do they want to be remembered for after they die?

How do they express affection?

What do they normally eat for breakfast?

Do they like spicy food?

Favorite fruit and or vegetable?

Do they like sweets?

Do they drink alcohol? If they do, what do they act like when their drunk?

How do they take their tea/coffee?

What food would they refuse to eat?

Is there anything they eat that most people would find unappealing?

When going on the road what food could they not live without?

What meal gives them a sense of nostalgia?

What do they do when no one’s around?

How would they react if a prized possession got stolen?

What’s the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery?

What would their favorite modern invention be?

In a new unfamiliar place what do they do?

Someone just threatened them what do they do?

A rather well rich looking woman just dropped her purse and didn’t notice. What do they do?

What’s the worst thing someone has said to them?

What is the strangest thing they’ve ever come across?

Someone just stole food from them what do they do?

They meet a man at a crossroads. The man says they can have everything they’ve ever wanted. What happens next?

As a child what would they say they wanted to be as an adult?  ie. When I grow up I’m going to _______

What’s their D&D alignment?

What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done?

Have they ever got in trouble with the law or been arrested?

Do they know how to win a fight?

Are they good at hand to hand combat?

Have they ever stolen something?

Have they ever killed someone?

What/who do they find disgusting?

What upsets them the most?

What anime character would they be?

What disney character would they be?

What monster would they be?

What mythological figure would they be?

List three songs that you associate with them.

I’m going to re-blog it with then more adult questions for those that want them.

Backseat - Major Jasper Whitlock (smut)

Request by anon: May I request some Jasper hale smut please! Would love if it would include the major, spanking and pussy slapping please and thank you!🥺🥵😩

Oh damn, we love a good Major Jasper Whitlock smut. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warnings: pretty much everything. Don’t like it, don’t read it. 

“Stop being such a brat.”, he whispered under his breath, his right hand was dangerously close to her heat, thankful, that the school desk was covering his hand. She had been teasing him for the whole day, whining every time he’d tell her to “behave”, she was in a special mood today, desperate for his touch, it didn’t matter to her, that they were in school, not caring about listening to their current lesson. 

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