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You Brought Your Dog to the Wrong Neighborhood
glue70, Alex Kralie, and Schrodinger's Rufus
You Brought Your Dog to the Wrong Neighborhood

“You Brought Your Dog to the Wrong Neighborhood”, a mashup between glue70 and the dulcet tones of Alex Kralie. (Soundcloud link) 

Inspired by “You Made Monsters in the Wrong Neighborhood” by sharkbait-tumbles, which is in turn inspired by “You Reposted in the Wrong Neighborhood” by  SHOKK青, which is, in turn, a mashup.

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things i associate with mbti types

enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars

enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth

infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes

infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field

intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses

intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

entj: dark chocolate syrup, memorizing equations, skylights, thick makeup, constellations, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, old churches, brain scans

entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse

estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs

esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day

isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice

istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream

esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass

ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

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Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”


After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”


The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

Scribble-Doodle: Izzy Knows

This is an Izzy and Alec ficlet set after 220. If you liked Ma!ec’s reconciliation, you won’t like this fic. Chock full of Unpopular Opinions™.


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Today has been a lesson in intense birding. 

So to clear my head today, I went to the park early in the morning. Around dawn and around dusk are the best times to spot wildlife. Plus, the last time I was at Blendon Woods I walked past this patch of wild mustard JUST as the sun was rising- bright pink and orange sky with deep blue shadows marbled into it, bright yellow plants swaying in the breeze, deep shadows of trees in the background. It would have been a GREAT photograph. I got my camera out, lined up my shot… aaaaand… left the SD card in the computer at home. 

That was in October, so I’ve been itching to go back and try again. 

So anyway. 

I get out of my car and walk about twenty feet before I hear ‘gobblegobblegobble.’ 

I ain’t a city boy, okay? I know what a turkey sounds like. 

Turn to my left and there’s a couple turkeys hanging out over by the ranger’s station. Cool! They’ve got their feathers up, so they’re upset about something. I decide to go in the other direction. 

Start going down the hill into the woods. I hear that gobbling again, but it’s a little far off. I keep going. 

About twenty feet into the path, I see two turkeys. One male, one female. They’re a good thirty feet away. I get a couple photos of them from there. He’s all puffed up so he probably knows I’m there. I decide to let them keep going to avoid pissing him off any further. 

They go a good ten feet off the path and I figure I’m good to go. 

I start walking again. 

That’s when I hear the gobbling come from behind me. And I’m like… oh shit- the entire flock has found me. And for those of you who don’t know… a flock of turkeys ends up being like 30 of them. 

I have a platoon of wild turkeys converging on me slowly. 

Oh no. 

I have aggressed them.

The turkey that I’d been taking photos of suddenly hops back onto the path and starts chasing me.

If you’ve never seen a turkey run, they are fast motherfuckers. And you’re reminded that they descended from dinosaurs. So I have the great great great great (etc) grandson of velociraptor mongolienesis chasing after me for getting too into his personal space bubble. 

I don’t know how bad a turkey can bite. I am not adventurous enough to find out. I do not want to explain to the doctor that I pissed off Thanksgiving dinner. 

I get about a quarter of a mile down the path and I no longer hear turkeys. 

I have reached a space of relative safety. 

But listen- this is not a big park. And turkeys… there are a lot of turkeys. Every time I turn a corner, there’s at least three turkeys pecking at stuff on the ground. And even if they don’t give a crap about me,  I am now SCARED OF TURKEYS. 

Get down the path and there’s a handful of them suddenly behind me. 

Keep going forward to get away from them, there’s another six twenty feet down the path. 

I am blocked in. I am frozen. The only thing I can do is stand very still and hope that they walk past me. But every tiny little movement I make catches their attention and they all lift their heads up to see what made the noise before making that awful, awful sound. 

Some joggers come up the path and all their heads turn to see what’s going on over there. 

The turkeys part like the Red Sea to make room for the joggers. 

I was never in any danger. 

As I leave the park, gobbling can be heard in the distance. 

I really want a turkey burger. 

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I am a funny and outgoing person who likes to talk about deep things. I love music of different genres and give a great and powerful meaning. I love to write music and poems and play the guitar.
I love watching TV shows and YouTube Videos like The Fosters, Shane Dawson, Dan and Phil, and Jenna Marbles.
I love to write novels and talking about plots and character developments with people. I love to learn about people’s lives and cultures to see and learn more about the world.

Preferences: Anyone ages 14-18 would be preferable to contact with.

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Chaos in the Pantheon (Part 4)

((A/N: Yay more writing! I found myself stricken with the writing bug out of nowhere today, and as @sarazzprime can attest I went to town despite having LOST A CHUNK OF MY INITIAL DRAFT *ahem*. But I’ve fixed the tags, hopefully. If you aren’t getting tagged, let me know, some tags aren’t working and I’m having to manually enter them each time because I’m difficult and stubborn.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Ares) x Reader [FINALLY]

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3k 

Catch up!: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 ))

Steve hadn’t been wrong about Pegasus knowing the way, the creature beginning to move without being told as much. Pietro had been hesitant about letting you go, though Steve had reassured him it was necessary. You had a strong feeling Ares wasn’t the type to let a host of gods, goddesses, or anyone else for that matter to come traipsing into his palace.

But it felt nice to be moving on your own. You were tired, exhausted even, but this leg of the journey was yours to make. And it was reassuring to know that soon your father would be pulling in nets upon nets of fish and other marine life. You could see him smiling brightly, the ocean calmed as the water splashed against his weathered features. He was grinning like a madman knowing his family would be cared for.

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Tickle Fight

Could you do an imagine where Loki suddenly starts tickling the reader and she falls down on the bed and accidentally flashes her boob and its the first time he sees it and things get heated?

Boobs!  I can most certainly do this one.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“Loki!  Stop!  Please!  I beg of you, pleeeeease!”

Trying to clamor away as you dart out from the corner, you dash down the hallway as you hear him bounding behind you, his voice chanting in your ear as you turn the tight corner, careening into the door to your room as you whip around and try to shut the doors on him.

“I’m coming for yooooooou!” he roars as you see his hand jut through the crack, his fingers wriggling around as you squeal, trying to push his hand out as he grabs your wrist.

He had you in tears.  Your stomach hurt from all of the tickling, and you just couldn’t take anymore.

But ever since the two of you started dating, he couldn’t help but do anything and everything to make you laugh.

“Your laugh is your best attribute,” he would always say.

“You just haven’t seen my boobs yet,” you would always sass .

And you never could resist watching him lick his lips after that sentiment.

As he bursts through the doors to your room, your bellowing laugh ricocheting off of the walls as he grabs you and turns your around, his hands dip back down your sides as his fingers dance across your skin, your body wriggling against him as you scream for mercy.

“I’ll do anything!  Stop!  Oh, my god!”

Laughing so hard you can’t breathe as tears stream down your face, you rear your foot up and bring it down onto his toe, his voice growling through his teeth as you clamor for the safety of your bed, only for him to plow into you from behind, knocking the both of you to the mattress.

And that’s when you felt it.

Before you could grab the material of your silkened nightgown, you feel it shift off to the side as your right breast comes tumbling out, your nipple rising to its peak at the sudden exposure to cool air, as Loki’s gaze falls towards the bed as you scramble quickly to tuck it back into its proper place.

 Feeling yourself become self-conscious as your face flushes a very deep shade of red, you quickly sit up onto the edge of the mattress as you feel Loki rise with you, his eyes staring hungrily at your back as your muscles tense underneath his gaze.

“I um…I think that’s enough tickling for one evening,” you say breathlessly.

“You’re right,” he says, his voice low and gravely.

“Then it’s settled,” you say, going to get up off of the bed only for Loki to wrap his arm around your waist and bring you tumbling back down to your back.

“Not about the tickling,” he smirks as his gaze finds yours.

Furrowing your brow as you feel your breath quicken, you watch as Loki dips into your ear, the warmth of his breath cascading across your neck as your eyes flutter closed.

“Your breasts are your best attribute,” he murmurs.

Throwing your eyes open as the skin on your body begins to pucker, you feel Loki’s lips on your neck as you attempt to move from his dominant position.

You wanted to be in control.

“Nu uh uh…” he breathes as his hands encapsulate your wrists.

“Loki, please…” you beg.

“Oooooo, I like it when you beg,” he says, rearing his head back before dropping it to yours, his lips capturing yours as your body begins to tremble, both with fear and anticipation.

“Loki, you know I-”

But your protests were swallowed by his mouth, his tongue dancing across the inside of your cheeks as you felt your resolve slowly melting into his touch.

Feeling his lips pop back from yours, his eyes linger down your body before whipping up and latching onto your neck, your back arching your body into his as he smirks against your skin.

“Even the shark submits to the net,” he murmurs, his wet lips trailing down your neck as his tongue finds your pulse point, his teeth raking over it as a whimper escapes your lips.

Feeling your eyes fly open again as his hands trail down to the hem of your nightgown, he feels your body tense up once again as his eyes shoot back up to yours.

“You are beautiful,” he says, his eyes dripping lust as a smile creeps across his face.

Taking a deep breath as you relax yourself under his body, you feel his lips drop down to your exposed sternum, your nipples puckering against the softness of your nightgown as his fingers dance along its hem.

Letting out an involuntary groan, you close your eyes as you take in another deep breath, willing your mind to stop swirling with thoughts of protest after protest as you feel him trail the fabric up your body, exposing your naked form to him as he works it off of your breasts.

“Oooooh, Y/N,” he groans, his lips lowering themselves and attaching to your breast as your legs part themselves as his body falls into yours.

Peeling the rest of your nightgown off, you toss it to the ground as Loki’s strong hands wander the sides of your torso, your body wriggling underneath him as your breath hitches in your throat.

“Mine,” he growls as his lips trail down your stomach, your core jumping as he dips his tongue into your belly button as his fingertips dig into the softness of your thighs.

And then an idea strikes you.

“You know, for a God, I thought you’d be stronger,” you wonder out loud.

Feeling him pause, you try to bury the smirk trying to rise on your face as you pick up your head and look down at his flabbergasted expression.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” you say as you prop yourself up, wiggling out from underneath him as he sits up on the edge of the bed, his face set in stone as his shoulders stand taut, “it feels nice…I just expected more…oomph.”

Watching his gaze darken with anger as your eyes slowly meander to his face, your inner soul smiles bright as you move to plant your feet off of the side of the bed.

“You mean to question my strength, woman!” he roars as you turn towards him, your face apathetic as your heart rate speeds up.

There he is.

Shrugging it off, you slip your nightgown back over your head as you shimmy it down your body.

“I’m just saying-”

But before you could finish your sentiment, you felt yourself pinned against the wall, your chest buried deep into the marble as Loki’s hands tightly grope your waist, whipping you around as your back pushes deep into the cool marble surface.

“You have no right,” he growls.

“I only know what you show me,” you challenge, your teeth gritted and barred for the world.

Watching as his face falters ever so lightly, his eyes running up and down your body, you huff as you push him away.

“I thought so.”

And that’s was all it took.

Slamming you back into the wall, your breath escaping you as you gasp for air, you feel his fingertips dig into the back of your legs as he hoists you in the air, his hands forcing your feet to lock behind him as you feel his magic wrap tightly around your ankles.

Grabbing his hair as the air finally reaches your lungs, the involuntary tears streaming down your face, you feel his pants slide down as his rock hard erection throbs at your entrance.

“Mine!” he roars as he pins your hands above your head, thrusting his hips forward as he sheaths himself into you, dry and rough, as you slam your head back into the wall and cry out in both pain and ecstasy.

Feeling his thrusts come hard and frequent as your eyes meet his dangerous gaze, you bite down on your lower lip as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Look at me, mortal!” he yells as he drops one of your wrists, wrapping his fingers snugly around your neck.

Forcing your eyes open as the electricity surges through your system, your hand quickly clamps down on his wrist, your thumb on his pulse point as you press down hard, his teeth gritting as you twist his arm off to the side, his legs faltering as he stumbles backwards, taking you with him as the two of you tumble to the floor.

“My turn,” you growl at him as you plant your knees on either side of his hips, your ass bouncing up and down as Loki’s hands reach for your nightgown, severing the sheer fabric in half as he rips it down your body, exposing your bouncing breasts as your hands plant themselves on his armor-clad chest.

Whimpering as his finger tips dig into your hips, your body bouncing and rocking along his throbbing length as your eyes roll into the back of your head, you feel him lurch forward, sitting up straight as your warms lunge towards his hair, hanging on for dear life as it rips his head back as he picks the two of you up, barreling you back into the wall with a thud as you cry out in pain.

“No,” he orders.

Opening your eyes as you find his gaze, his eyes imploring you to stay put, you furrow your brow lightly as he strips the clothing from his torso, his strong chest coming into view as your eyes slowly drag down, your hands raising to trace every outline of muscle and scar tissue that could be seen.

“No,” he whispers as he takes your hands in his, interlacing your fingers as he slowly moves your hands to the wall, his hips rocking slowly as your head dips down into the crook of his neck, your teeth slowly sinking into the meat of him as a moan escapes your lips.

“Let me have you,” he begs, his naked body trembling against yours as you feel yourself let go, your body melding into his as he picks up his pace, his left hand freeing you as he slips his fingers between your dripping wet folds, finding your glistening clit as he begins to apply pressure, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

“Oh…gods,” he breathes, his chest panting and his heart racing as his thrusts become faster and deeper, his body pinning you to the wall as your moans and groans emanate through his skin, your teeth latching onto his shoulder as you wrench free of his grasp, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him close.

Filling your room with nothing but the sounds of your skin beating against one another, you suck in a bout of air as you feel your orgasm building, the pressure behind your core too much to take as you cry out Loki’s name into the room, your body shaking and trembling as your walls clench down on his massive dick, his body hitching and his breath catching as he plants his hands into the wall, pushing himself deeper and deeper until, at last, his body gives way as his seed is granted entrance into your body, his legs trembling as he sinks down to his knees, taking your sweating, naked body with him.

Panting as the two of you hold each other, your bodies trembling as your juices drip onto your bedroom floor, you feel Loki dip his head into you, his nose nuzzling against your skin as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, his shrinking length still sheathed in your warmth.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice gravely and his breath hot.

“And I love you,” you repeat back, feeling his arms clench tight around you.

Imagine having date night with Chibs

Daydreaming, you stared into the clock’s face waiting for your lunch break. Work had been a drag recently. Ringing interrupted your daze; it was your work phone. You picked it up with an agitated voice. “This is..”, before you could carry on the voice on the other end of line had a thick, Scottish accent.

“Hey up darlin’, hope you’re alright. Listen, tonight; me, you, a movie and a takeaway. What do you say?”.

“Yes pleaseee, needed something to look forward to! I’ll be home at 6.” You spoke with desperate needs.

“I’ll be waiting, see you soon lass.” He said before hanging up the phone.

You could hear the broken line through the phone and your hands gripped the phone as you let out a high pitched squeal. You carried a smile on your face for the rest of the day. Recently, Chibs has been at the club 24/7 dealing with business, so this phone call meant a lot to you.

—————-Date Night—————-

“What movie do you want to watch?” Chibs yelled upstairs to you while you were putting on your new silk sleepwear.

“A rom com, Chibby”, you giggled after yelling back.  

“Is Love Actually, alright lass?” he asked shuffling through the DVDs’ as he heard you coming down the stairs.

“When isn’t Love Actually, alright?” you laughed.

Chibs head began to lift up from the back of the DVD box. His eyes scanned every inch of your being.

“Oh darlin’. You look fucking stunning!” he scoffed delightfully at your sight.

“Bloody ‘ell Chibs.” You chuckled at his bizarre comment.

Before you knew it he had throw you on to the couch. Laughter arose from the both of you. He passionately nibbled up and down your neck then your chest. Tickling and teasing you with just his gentle lips. He lifted his head, staring into your deep, marble eyes.

“Never leave me ever, Y/N. You hear me!” He beckoned.

“I hear you, babe.” You whisper lightly.

“I’m serious. I cannot imagine living a second without you!”

You stopped his words by colliding your lips with his.

“I love you, Chibby- my darlin’” you said mocking his Scottishness.

Your smile’s mirrored each others.

Red // 3

Red — ft. Oh Sehun

// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language 

Chapters
// 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 //


I hear Sehun’s gritting tone; how each syllable is terse and severe as if ready to engage in some bloody war of words. I hastily zip up the red dress and go out through the door, realizing it’s far better if I escape this private room and into the open. I hear him tango with an exasperated sigh and cleans up his appearance before trailing behind me as he rarely ever does. “I’m going to need you to repeat that.”

“Sir—

“I’m ordering you—” his fingers latch onto my wrists, stopping me dead in my tracks as he forces me back into his grasps. “Say it again.” 

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