[caramel-velvet]

MASTERLIST UNDER CONSTRUCTION

ANDY BARBER

This Dick Isn’t Going to Suck Itself 

Give Up

Tethered 

Box Spring 

VAMPIRE DIARIES | THE ORIGINALS 

Kol Mikaelson

TEEN WOLF

FBI!STILES (COMING SOON)

MISC.

DAMIAN x RAVEN

Christian Yu

DISCONTINUED WORKS | CHARACTERS .ETC

[itsawritblr]

[bbnotumbl]

[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[your-bedtime-story]

Me after I've spoke about my feelings

[maraschino-fairy-deactivated202]

wishing all artists a very sincere "get weirder with it" this coming year

[typewriter-worries]

we need another adaptation of fight club because we need to see dante and virgil in hell used as a reference in cinema

[typewriter-worries]

need this

[dayasan]

He would not fucking say that but let's indulge

[jeaniefranklins]

#honestly some people really are out there writing characters OOC#but within the story the characterization is consistent and engaging#and you’re like…ah…sometimes a weed is just a plant out of place

[dear-ao3]

[stargirlfics]

this week has just been like me at work, trying to avoid standing in the literal puddle of blood on the floor bc these surgeons love creating a mess like hello I have two (2) kinds of sponges at your disposal! use them or I’ll shove one in your way! also stepped in human fat today and the squish it made under my shoe was…hmm :)

[caramel-velvet]

Dude! I work plastics and its the most mind boggling thing, the audacity of some these surgeons. Sometimes the younger they are the more entitled (sometimes)... The stories I could tell 😶‍🌫️

[caramel-velvet]

Kol Michaelson Love Language: Touch

5/5 of Love Languages

Warning: Smut | Kol does bite the reader, and the reader bites back | Mentions of blood.

Your fingers traced over the veins that sat just below the surface of Kol’s cold skin. He’d shiver every once in a while letting you know that although his eyes were closed he was very much awake. His lips twitched as he unsuccessfully attempted to hide a smile. You carried on undisturbed enjoying the feel of his skin against your own. Your fingers moved from the deep blues of his forearm to the light freckles on his shoulders. You leaned forward, your lips caressing the marks that were lined with silver.

You knew the stories of Kol’s upbringing. The harsh manner in which he was raised by both his parents. Although Kol had only brought it up in his darkest of nights, his siblings were clear and forthcoming with the distaste for the methods their parents used as punishment for what they felt was disobedience. Kol’s body shifted when you kissed a slightly raised scar. His body rolling yours below his.

“Having fun?” He murmured, his lips so close to yours.

Nodding, your eyes shifted to his bright ones then down to his bright red lips. You brought your hand up to rake through his hair. His own lips came down, not to take your own between his but instead to pepper kisses along your cheekbone, descending down to the corner of your lips. The same ones that had spent a majority of the hours before begging him not to stop. You felt a cold chill pass through you, your hands reaching for Kol’s, fingers intertwining.

You rolled your pelvis against him, not only with the intent to have him slip into you once more, but to feel all parts of him. You always felt as if Kol reached so deeply within you, every dark corner exposed to him, no matter what you tried to hide. However, you at times couldn’t help but doubt that you had the same effect on him that he had on you. With the bottom of your feet pressed to the mattress and your knees pointed to the ceiling you accommodated his body to fit with yours. He shifted to hold his weight on his forearms, your body encompassed by his.

With your bare skin pressed up against each other’s, you felt as if you couldn't get any closer to him. But there lies the problem, you wanted to drown in him. You wanted your lungs to feel as if they’d give out from drawing in everything that he had to offer. Kol’s eyes broke away from your own. He leaned down once more, licking the skin on your neck, sucking on the pulse point there when you felt his teeth graze you. Your eyes fluttered shut, your legs tightening around his waist. Turning your head away to give him more space, your hands scraped at his shoulder, one raising to comb through the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him to you. You’d felt the change within him, noting the way his fingers gripped the sheets in an attempt to control himself.

“Bite me,” he stopped his ministrations, pulling away slightly to look at you. You took in the veins around his eyes, feeling nothing but love for the man that was pressed against you. “Please.” You nodded, your hands wandering up and down his back, sure that if he wasn’t what he was, his back would be riddled with proof of just how full you were with him. His eyes searched yours, apprehension behind them, before you raised your head to kiss his parted lips. His tongue brushed against yours as your head hit the pillow below you.

You were reminded of your bare state when Kol’s pelvis moved against yours. A gasp stolen from you as you felt his crown catch on your slick center. Kol pulled away, studying you, your half lidded eyes following his every move as you attempted to work the words out your lips. “I trust you.” Your hands reached out to him, holding his face in between both your palms.

Kol gripped onto your left thigh, your legs wrapping around his waist. He pecked at the bruised skin on your clavicle, hands blindly searching for your own as his teeth scraped at your raw skin. Kol’s fingers intertwined with yours just as you felt the heat of his mouth, teeth sinking into your flesh just as his hips slammed into yours. You couldn’t tell if you were moaning out from the stretch he bought you or the feel of his teeth breaking your skin, but your hand squeezed his, as the other gripped his back. Your hips rolling into his, meeting his languid thrusts.

“Please,” you begged, gripping onto his skin. You felt his hand squeeze yours “yes,” you sobbed out, “harder” the mix of pain and pleasure blending deliciously. You shook when you felt him nudge that spot only he seemed to reach within you. His thrusts deep and unyielding. Tears seeming to pry their way freely from within you. Your choked sobs of ecstasy escaping as he seemed to not only give but take from you. Your toes tingled as you clenched them, not seeming to figure out where the pleasure truly radiated from. Your lower spine tingling as a heat from below your navel worked its way throughout your body. You could feel Kol sucking against your neck slowly, before he pulled away, his forehead pressed against you, his body still working yours.

Seeing him as vulnerable as he was as he took in your wet lashes triggered your orgasm. Uncaringly you pulled his mouth to your own, a metallic taste working its way to your tongue just as he sucked on it. Your eyes clenched shut, losing any and all energy you previously had as you took everything he had to give. Working himself to his end with a call of your name, praises falling from his lips. Kol pecked at your lips, moving down to your neck, tongue catching what he had missed earlier.

Not pulling out Kol breathed out, one of his hands released yours as he brought it to his lips. His teeth roughly ripped at the skin on the inside of his wrist, pressing the offended flesh to your lips.

You took from him as enthusiastically as he took from you. Eyes locked with his own as he watched you below him. You felt him twitch within you.

He pulled his hand from your blood stained lips, pressing his own to you, taking in the combined taste of both of you.

When he pulled away from you, his eyes blinking open, you whispered “Again.”

[greatfandom]

i don’t like the actor that plays mr.charkool here, he’s weird and obsessive over jesus and isn’t he homophobic/transphobic? 

Anyway you do boo.

[caramel-velvet]

@greatfandom didn't know that believe me if I did wouldn't have used him image. I used him because he's played Kol the longest. The writing is for the character Kol, and he was played by two actors, the one who's image I have now removed from the post and went through my tags to make sure he was removed from those too. (Unfortunately his gif isn't gone from this specific reblog so that'll haunt me for a bit. But I went back to the original to remove his image.) There is also the Kol that was played by the actor for Isaac on Teen Wolf. Thanks for letting me know though.

[adz]

met a guy from saudi arabia last night at a bar, he came here with his sister so she could have surgery. he told me “i love your country for healing my sister. there are many wonderful things here, but there’s one thing you do not have. mercy” and then he asked if that was a boston thing or an overall american quality

[caramel-velvet]

I know it says Boston, but New York City brain is asking "Mercy, how?"

[caramel-velvet]

Send Requests

I want to write but apparently can't start and hold myself accountable. Please feel free to send requests for anything listed below:

Andy Barber/Ari Levinson

2. Dylan O'Brien Characters

3. Kol Mikaelson

4. Robert Pattinson's Bruce Wayne

5. Dami/Rae

You can specify if you'd like it to be a headcanon, blurb, smut, imagine etc.

[blackpyrefly]

when you go to work and y🤢 you have to do your 🤢 your job 🤢🤮

[caramel-velvet]

Wanting to write but not knowing what is such a kill joy.

[caramel-velvet]

If I ever like something without reblogging , it’s literally just me doing like a “bookmark”… I haven’t read it yet but I’ll get to it when my brain has uncluttered and then has the ability to process actual words… and then I promise you, I’ll reblog and comment because you whores love your praise (rightfully so)!

[angrythingstarlight]

how are mafia!ari and sunshine doing on this fine mafia monday?

Pairing: Mafia!Ari x Reader

Warnings: Implied knife play, grinding, implied smut. Ari says its not kidnapping, he just...relocated you...to his house.

A/N: Mafia Monday drabble.

"Unlock the door." Pressing the tip of his knife into the center of his bare chest, you slowly repeat yourself. "Now Levinson."

He doesn't even look at the knife, not a single worried glance or raised brow. His hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants, an affable grin curving his lips despite his attempts to tamp it down.

Its the way his blue eyes rest on your face, drinking you in, that has your heart racing.

"You know I can't do that, Sunshine." The endearment rolls off his tongue, and you shiver remembering why he calls you that.

And it infuriates you almost as much as it makes your knees weak.

Pushing the knife a little deeper, you glare at him. "Yes you can Levinson. I'm not going to-" you cut off at the feel of something poking your belly. One glance down and your eyes widen as they shoot back up. "Are you serious?"

"Can't help that you're sexy as fuck when you're mad." He shrugs, slowly stepping back until his calves hit the couch. The last man who held a knife to his chest ended up with a few new holes in his head but you-Sunshine-you can do what ever you want. Grabbing your wrist, he keeps the knife steady while lowering himself down. "Why don't you sit on my lap and I'll give you a few reasons to stay."

Stifling the urge to clench your thighs because you know exactly what he means by reasons and just how many he has to give, you glare down at him.

"How about I cut it off instead? Then you'll let me go."

Scoffing, Ari spreads his arms across the back of the couch, his chin tilts up, warm blue eyes gazing at you.

"Told you before it's all yours Sunshine so do whatever you want-" He lets you go of your wrist, both large hands curve around your waist and he yanks you down on top of him, grinding you into his massive erection. "- but you and I both know your gorgeous little pussy would rather be wrapped around me."

You shake your head even as your traitorous pussy leaves a wet, dark patch on his pants and the rough, steady friction on your clit has a low moan working its way up your throat.

"No-"

Ari rubs his thumb across your bottom lip. "If you keep letting filthy lies come out of your pretty mouth, I'll have no choice but to fuck the truth out of you."

[caramel-velvet]

I will always love the *no one else but you can get away with this* trope. And the hint of knife play gets the brain ✨running✨