darling-downs

anonymous asked:

MTT how do i deal with someone who goes out of their way to.... upset me..?

* DARLING, SPEAKING AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO SPITE THOSE WHO TRY TO DO ME WRONG FIRST, I’M PROBABLY NOT THE GUY YOU SHOULD BE ASKING THIS QUESTION TO…

* BUT SINCE YOU CAME HERE, I WON’T LET YOU GO ALL THE WAY BACK WHERE YOU CAME TO NOT HAVE AN ANSWER !! NOW, THE MATURE THING WOULD BE TO BLOCK THEM. EVERYWHERE. DON’T LET A TRACE OF THEM SHOW.
* BUT I’M NOT EXACTLY ‘MATURE’, SO I’LL LET YOU IN ON A LITTLE SECRET.

* THOSE TYPES OF PEOPLE THRIVE ON YOUR NEGATIVE EMOTIONS.
* IF YOU SHOW THAT IT DOESN’T EFFECT YOU ( EVEN IF MAYBE, IT DOES ), IF YOU CONTINUE DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND SHOWING YOU’RE HAPPY DESPITE THEIR EFFORTS … I PROMISE  YOU, IT’LL KEEP THEM AWAKE AT NIGHT.

* IT’S THE BEST REVENGE. IT KILLS THEM. I GUARANTEE IT.
* IF THAT DOESN’T WORK, THOUGH, RUN THEM WITH A CHAINSAW AND HIT ME UP.
* I’LL HELP YOU MAKE IT LOOK LIKE IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

My Queen's Pleasure

Summary: Crowley has a night of sexual delights planned for the reader.

Characters: Crowley x Reader, unnamed demon

Word Count: 1250

Warnings: threesome, oral sex (male and female), orgasm delay

A/N: All the smut for you @nothin-after-79
You are forever a Crowley girl

You walked into the throne room as instructed wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Your husband was seated on his throne; he moved his gaze slowly from your head to your feet and back again as you walked into the room. You saw he’d had a large bed brought in for tonight. It was made of ebony with large square posts at the four corners and red satin sheets.

“Hello, my darling.” Crowley stepped down from his throne and approached you. He tilted your head back and kissed you with a knee weakening thoroughness. His tongue tasted of scotch as he kissed you commandingly. You belonged to him, and he wasn’t going to let you forget it. He released you and turned to walk back to his throne snapping his fingers as he went.

With that command of his fingers, a naked man appeared. He was a completely perfect naked man, demon to be more precise. Every muscle he had was clearly defined. His hair was dark, his eyes a piercing blue. His lips were full and inspired many sinful thoughts; his hands were large and strong. You looked to your lover and king with surprise and confusion. “Crowley, what? Who?”

Crowley met your eyes and held them with his own as he slowly took a sip of scotch. He licked his tongue out over his bottom lip and replied, “You don’t need to know his name. Mine is the only one you’ll be saying.” He looked in the direction of the demon and issued his first order. “Disrobe her.”

The man moved behind you, reached around your waist and untied your sash. Your robe dropped to the floor. “Now, put your hands on her breasts. Hold them, squeeze them. You, my queen, will look at me, only at me.” Crowley continued to enjoy his scotch as he watched. “Kiss her neck and play with her nipples. Flick them. Pinch them. Twist them. Nothing makes her want it more. I want to see her dripping.”

Your husband knew your body and your responses well. You arched your back, your head fell back against the hard muscled shoulder behind you. Your mouth fell open, and your eyes closed. You heard Crowley’s voice deep and raspy with his own desire. “Open your eyes, precious. Look at me. Keep looking at me.” You did as he said. Your mouth was still open; you were panting, hips moving back and forth against nothing.

You couldn’t help the noises that were coming from your mouth. The moans and whimpers were pouring from you as you looked into Crowley’s lust blown eyes. Just as he wanted, your juices were running down your thighs. You looked at him with pleading eyes. “Crowley, please.” Your hips were moving faster now. Your nipples were so tight, you were sure you scream at any moment with the want and need.

Finally, finally Crowley issued the command, “touch her…slowly.” Your clit finally had the contact it craved, but dammit it wasn’t enough. His fingers were barely moving making small circles around your bundle of nerves. Teasing. “Move your fingers up and down. Take them all the way down to her opening, push in slightly, then move back to her sweet spot. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

It was blissful torture, and you didn’t know how much more you could take. “Crowley, Crowley, please, please, pleeeease!”

“Who controls your orgasms, pet? Who gives you all your pleasure?” Your thighs were shaking, and you thought you might fall to the floor unable to stand any longer.

“You do, my king. You do.” Crowley gave a slight nod to the demon who plunged three fingers inside you and moved his thumb rapidly over your clit. You were screaming and coming and coming. Your orgasm went on and on. You would have collapsed had it not been for the strong arms holding you up.

“Take her to the bed.” The demon lifted you and took you to the waiting bed. You were propped up by the many soft pillows beneath you. “Spread your legs, my love. Keep them open wide.” You opened them slowly with a little wobble. Crowley stood and walked to a chair by the bed where he would have a better view. With a hand gesture to the demon, Crowley said, “enter her, and don’t move.” You felt the cock thrust deep inside you. Your walls stretched to accommodate it.

Your hands were on either side of your head fisting the pillows. You heard Crowley continue. “Neither of you will come until I give you my permission. Move. Fast.” The thrusts were deep and angled to hit your g-spot. Then you felt the vibrations against your clit. It was Crowley. You looked at him with tears dampening the corners of your eyes.

“I can’t hold it.” He just smiled at you. The tears slipped from the corners of your eyes. “Crowley, I can’t.”

“You will, Darling, and you’ll be so glad you did.”

The thrusts continued relentlessly. Your teeth were clenched. Your toes were curled, and your whimpers were nonstop. Then Crowley uttered those glorious words, “Come for me, my queen. Come for me.” You saw spots as your climax ripped through you. Crowley stood. “You, off my wife.” You heard what he said, but you were still full. You were fuller than before. You opened your eyes and saw that it was Crowley inside you. You hands let go of the pillows where you had been clutching them, and you wrapped your arms around him.

You hung onto him tightly as he thrust deep inside you seeking his own release. When his thrusts became erratic and you felt him throb and pulse inside you, you came again. “Y/N, Y/N, you are beautiful.” He stroked your hair. “Now, open your mouth for Daddy.” You parted your lips, and he slid his cock slowly into your mouth. He summoned the temporarily forgotten demon back to the bed. “Open her legs and fuck her with your tongue.”

That tongue was fluttering across your oversensitive clit, and you were taking Crowley deep into your mouth. You moved your mouth up and down Crowley’s cock swirling your tongue around his tip then swallowing him back down until he hit the back of your throat. The tongue thrusting in and out of you encouraged your own tongue to move faster. Your hips were rolling again chasing yet another orgasm. Crowley began thrusting in and out of your mouth. You were both getting close. With a grunt, Crowley spurted his salty come into your mouth. You swallowed it down; then licked his length wanting every last drop.

When you had cleaned him off, Crowley moved around behind you and put his arms around you holding you against his chest. The tongue between your legs continued its onslaught of your clit. Crowley was whispering in your ear. “Come one more time, Y/N. Come only for me.” You felt your orgasm building. You grabbed Crowley’s hand and squeezed it. You came calling his name over and over. He kissed the spot behind your ear.

The demon had disappeared and now it was just you and Crowley. You didn’t let go of his hand. Your eyes were still closed. “Are you satisfied, my queen?”

“Yes.” It was all you could say; you were so completely sated.

“You always will be. You are mine. Only mine, and I will take care of you.”

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                                                                   under the sea 
                                                                   darling it’s better 
                                                                   down where it’s wetter 
                                                                   take it from me.

SO. SO. SOOOOOOOO.

I’ve already seen things talking about how Alec loses his jacket in whatever happens between those pictures but…..

DO YOU SEE WHERE ALEC’S HANDS ARE? 

to me it looks like maybe his jacket was the first thing to come off and then at some Alec made a move to start messing with the buttons Magnus’ shirt and Magnus stopped him cause whoa slow down darling (hence the hand on his chest and alec’s facial expression of “what are you doing i was just getting started.)

alternatively: magnus is wearing necklaces in this scene and if alec at all fiddles, plays with or pulls on those necklaces imma fucking die

that is all

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It was good knowing you Junpei

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Do you want me to do nothing even though (s)he’s a threat to killed Madam? I’ll kill him.

Feyre: How long have you known that I’m your mate?

Rhys: Feyre.

Feyre: How long have you known that i’m your mate?

Rhys: You… You ensnared the Suriel?

Feyre: I said you don’t get to ask questions.

Rhys (in his mind):

Originally posted by morganmhancock

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Guys can you imagine more of Mike teaching Eleven about the real world… like, she can’t even tell time, so she’s probably clueless about everything. Imagine Mike, science fair champ, explaining planets and weather and physics to El. Imagine him introducing her to Star Wars, giving a detailed commentary through out the whole thing, which might be annoying to most, but Eleven loves it. Imagine him teaching her to add and subtract and tell time and make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Imagine Mike teaching Eleven the basics of Dungeons and Dragons, along with all of his own tricks and tips so she can play her best with the other kids. Mike reading her the x-men comics, encouraging her to be “mutant and proud,” reminding her that the powers she has make her great, make her like a superhero. Him teaching her to ride a bike, to throw a football, to build a fort. Mike taking El to the AV room to play with the radio, for fun, not on some deadly quest. Eleven is almost a teenager and she has had nothing - no fun, no experiences, no family. And Mike, he would teach her everything he can think of, every piece of history, real and fictional that he knows; he would answer any question she had with enthusiasm and to the best of his ability. Mike Wheeler wants the best for his friends, especially Eleven, who he knows has had nothing.

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The magic eases into Regina’s skin, taking away the bruise and pain, leaving behind only a clear glimmer of wetness.

“You won’t see him again?” Mylene asks, softer than Yolanda would if she could make her tongue work.

Sisters

As part of the Critical Role 2016 Bang, @dolichomorph drew a lovely picture of the ladies of Vox Machina and I was lucky enough to write for it. 

Fic: Sisters, by @veritysays, inspired by @dolichomorph‘s artwork.  

The ladies of Vox Machina, hair-braiding, and sistership.

Gen, 2300 words; Vax/Keyleth mentioned.

Cross-posted on AO3.


It is entirely an indulgence.

“Sit down, darling,” Vex tells Pike with a smile, gesturing at the ground in front of her.  "I’ll brush back your hair for you.“

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Kathrine x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

“You have to tell them to stop!” Jeremy snapped.

“But she’d be stuck in there to.” Bonnie pointed out and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be fine just hang on.” You sighed and tossed your mask down as you hurried up to the room where your brothers were fighting. “Stop!”

“(Y/N) what are you doing?” Damon growled and you rolled your eyes.

“Just trust me you don’t want to do anything until your little witch figures something out.” You sighed and pulled Damon off Katherine. “just trust me brother, she’s playing a trick.” You glared at Katherine as she sat down.

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Percy blinks and the Raven Queen is standing there where Raishan was, her porcelain face somehow conveying disdain even through the lack of expression or proper features. 
“Go home, Percival,” she says, impatient, and Percy thought that he and death were on better terms than this. “There is a woman crying over you again and it would be rude to keep her waiting.”
“You’re sending me back?” he asks, because Percy is a curious sort and has never learned to leave well enough alone. “Just like that.”
“I have no desire to keep you and you have work to do.”
Percy nods, and when he blinks again, Vex is indeed crying and kissing what feels like his entire face. He mutters something about that being very nice before - oh dear god - everything hurts very much and is that…was that -
“Don’t look down, darling,” Vex tells him, watery and smiling painfully. Given that might have been his insides Percy just caught out of the corner of his eye, he listens to her and then promptly passes out.