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What TV writers think is good LGBT representation: *protagonist teary eyed* My attraction to the same gender is so painful I wish I did not feel this way…but alas it’s my burden to bear. Also I have dated both men and women but I don’t like labels. *dies*
What is actually good LGBT representation: *protagonist wearing sunglasses playing the saxophone in front of a giant bisexual flag* How am I doing? Well I’m just getting BI!!! Haha get it?? Because I like both men and women so I’m bisexual. 

fluffy pre-relationship shallura headcanons

- allura pointing out the new galaxies to shiro while after hours in the control room in front of the giant window
- shiro taking her to the decontamination room to show her how rain feels on earth (and then allura chasing him around/throwing trinkets at him to simulate the altean rock showers)
- platonic bed-sharing thats initiated when they both pass out after a long night of strategizing in allura’s room (it just becomes a regular thing and neither of them ever openly question it)
- touching their foreheads together after one of them wakes up from a nightmare, the room is totally silent except for heavy breathing that slowly calms down
- watching lance and keith bickering via the security cameras and lip syncing over it
- allura finding preserved juniberry seeds and shiro helping her grow them
- coran barging in on them sleeping in alluras bed and alluras skin turning bright red as coran quickly hightails it out of there without waiting for an explanation
- pidge doing the same thing after they decide to move their situation to shiro’s room

i didnt know how to end this list, if you have any more ideas, send me an ask!!

EDIT made a second headcanon list!

Church Boy’s Moan Louder part two finally

ayy puns

too much plot whoop

Dan hated him. He officially hated Phil Lester, seriously. 

Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he had said he would see Dan next Sunday. Because, in fact, it was Sunday, and there he was. Across the church, staring at him like he wanted to eat him. 

Dan fidgeted in his seat on the wooden bench, glancing at him and quickly looking away. He could feel himself sweating, and he was fairly certain his hands were shaking. He sat on them. 

He didn’t know much about why Phil even attended their church; he was clearly the opposite of religious; but he knew it had something to do with his probation. He had heard he had spent some time in juvie, but that had to be a rumor. Right…?

He glanced at him again, and instantly regretted it. Phil was still looking at him, his eyes flashing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how he was fucking driving Dan crazy. And all just by looking at him. 

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The King’s Omega

 Pairing: Crowley x Reader (start)

Summary: Every omega has until she comes of age until the mating ceremony to find a mate to bond. Of course, those who don’t have to pick from alphas that have also had bad luck, and the ceremony is just that for Y/n: a last resort. But, Crowley, the alpha she meets, is the king of kings when it comes to alphas, and why is she so interested in him?

Author’s note: I wrote this sorta as a drabble, but then, I just kept writing and thought of maybe turning this into a series. Anyways… take a look.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics (somewhat modified), obviously pr eluding to a smut chapter so part 2 will probably contain that sort of warning

Word count: approximately 2600 words.

   When you were a young pup your mother would tuck you into bed at night, she would pull a very large, very old book down from the bookshelf and read the same old story. Your favorite story. You could recite the words perfectly by the time you turned five, but no matter how old you got- you always begged for your mother to read it to you instead.  Most of the stories your mother had told you, held lessons for life between their lines, ones you had counted on to see you through difficult situations. But this story trumped the rest.

Originally posted by ephemeralsyzygy

   This story was of the omega choosing ceremonies. 

   Now your mother would always begin this tale with the same old lecture. “Not everything, Y/n, is a fairy tale. Omegas are mated to the Alpha that wins them-no loopholes, no negotiations. True mates aren’t common at all, which is why these ceremonies are done. Do you understand?”

     “Yes, Momma,” you would reply.

    Once upon a time, but not so long ago, lived a beautiful omega…

   “Y/n, please don’t stay out too late tonight with the other girls!” Your mother called from the kitchen as she saw you heading toward the door in your party dress and heels. “It’s hunting season and alphas are always…”

     “-Rowdy after a hunt. Momma, I know,” You smiled warmly at her and she nodded back.

   It wasn’t that she was scared of alphas, but your mother didn’t want you to be corned into a bond like she had been. She had always said having to learn to love someone was harder than heartbreak ever could be. 

   When you returned that night, she had been waiting with treats, and a movie.

     …she lived in a small house with just her mother, unmated and alone…

    You had always been careful. Never brave enough to dare get close to any who remotely even knew an alpha, but you had needs. You felt your own arousal peeking as you turned around over and over in the mirror. The dress hugged your curves in just the right places, your make-up was just right, and the heels made your calves pop. You wanted, no needed the attention. You needed a mate. 

     Your mother wanted you to wait another year before attending a ceremony, but you couldn’t. Your gut wouldn’t let you wait anymore. Anxiousness was filling your body, but so was excitement. A need you couldn’t quite squash.

    “Just promise me-” your mother said watching you from the doorway to your room. “-Whatever happens tonight…you pick who you want to bond with. Do not be pressured.”

      “I promise, Momma,” you say hugging her tightly.

    “That’s all I can ask for,” she says as she kisses your hair lovingly, and ushers you out the door.

     ….When she grew of age, she attended the mating ceremony…..

     “Miss L/n, everyone is waiting in the ballroom. Just line up with the other omegas and the bachelors will be out shortly to court you,” the doorman informed you as he held open the giant door. 

      Your heels clicked against the tile floor as you shuffled behind the rest of the omegas, most of whom had dressed in more expensive dresses, whose hair was done by elite professionals. Girls who were, in your opinion, far more omega(y) then you. 

      When you came to the end of the hall in front of giant doors, a small woman stepped in front of the herd.

      “Hello ladies, I am the Mater- and  I will be escorting you through tonight. For those of you who don’t know what a Mater is. I am the person who binds you and your bonded mate together in front of the pack,” she says in a low, authoritative manner. She smirks and adds, “that is…after the intimate part, of course,” which earned her a few chuckles from the rest of the group. “Once, these doors open…”

       ….The ball was beautiful, the music sublime, but the little Omega was still missing something….

        “..So when these doors open, just remember the rules- and you’ll be fine,” the Mater finished just as the doors behind her opened.

     The crowd rushed in eagerly, squealing out excited gasps. You quickly followed suit. Unfortunately, you didn’t see the group stopping. You slammed into one girl’s back, who through a fit threw you forward through the crowd. Your heels slid across the tile like water and you stumbled, trying to stop. Your body went top heavy, and soon you could see the ground racing towards your face.

    Suddenly, you were caught. A strong smell of amber, cinnamon, and woods met your nose, and you instantly knew it was an alpha. You were guided up to your feet, but kept your eyes cast downwards, in fear and anticipation.

     “Look at me, omega,” came an accented tongue that held no vice or anger.  It also caused your body to tingle more, and that terrified you further. 

   “I said: Look. At. Me. Omega,” the voice commanded and your eyes snapped up. 

Originally posted by eomerr

     ….But when her eyes met a man’s she instantly knew. He was what she was searching for. Her alpha, her mate….

  Instantly a set of fiery red eyes caught your attention, but as you watched the red fade to a deep brown, your eyes caught the sight of a wicked smirk. 

    “Better,” he purred, causing your chest to tighten in anxiousness. “I’m Crowely, poppet. First ceremony, love?” he asked cockily, smiling when you nodded in a shocked confirmation.

    He pulls you close to breathe in your scent, and quickly releases you. His eyes, now that fiery red again, hold your own for a moment before he shakes his head and steps back. 

    It was then that you heard the whispers behind you:

   “It’s the King!”


    “He smelled her? He smelled her!”

   Their exclamations slowly drown out as you watch him retreat to the back of the room with the rest of the alphas. Your eyes focused on his fiery red ones, that you can see across the room, as if he was starring into your soul. Your body felt rigid, an overload of thoughts, feelings, and senses rock your nerves as you debate what the hell just happened to you.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

      ….He was as handsome as she was kind. She was as ruthless as he was sincere. She wore his bite with pride. This was how the King met his queen, his omega……

The Last Novelization: Chapter 4 Part 3

Soooo…. this section is like 80% NaruHina. Enjoy!

Don’t ask me when I will have the next part done. I don’t know when I’ll get to it.

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Okay but, imagine Mystery Girl going to Pearl’s house.  Not, like, any magical stuff happening, just seeing how she lives, like:

“so I went to my new gf’s house

it’s built into the front of a giant goddamn statue carved out of the side of a cliff.

She lives with two other women

one of them is purple

one of them is taller than me.

There is a little boy living there. 

They all look after him but I don’t think any of them are his mother and I can’t figure out who he belongs to and why he is there.”

anonymous asked:

I don't want to bother you or stress you out if you're super busy, but can I request a Soulmate AU fic with Reader and Loki? I don't really have any specific plot ideas sorry but maybe some angst that ends fluffy? Hope that's ok for you 😊 Ps. You're an incredible writer x

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: Soulmate!AU in which you get the same injuries as your soulmate does.

A/N: thank you so much for that compliment, my love! I have to be honest, I was a little worried about this prompt, because I’m pretty much a grandma when it comes to soulmate AU’s. I literally just know a single one and I didn’t like that with loki and reader, but then I stumbled across this one and I just fell in love with it and yes, I’ll stop talking now lol. hope you like it bb <333


You made your rounds through the compound right now, wishing everyone well in the fight against Thanos.

You were a scientist, not a soldier, so you had to stay put in the compound while some of your best friends might give their life today.

It was tearing you apart that you couldn’t do much more than wish them luck.

The last person on your list to make your farewells to was Loki.

He was standing in front of a giant window, distracted by the outside world.

You slowly approached him and gently placed a hand on his arm, trying not to startle him. If it was even possible to startle an Asgardian god.


He continued to look out of the window.

“It’s about to start.”

“Yeah. I know,” you lowered your hand and looked outside as well. After a moment of silence you looked at him again. “Promise me to be careful?”

The Asgardian only smiled a little. But it wasn’t a sincere one. You could tell right away.

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The Horned Man and the Fire

On June 9, 1979, the Godson family of Sydney, Australia boarded a ferry to Luna Park, an amusement park famous for its giant smiling front gate in Sydney Harbour. As they disembarked the ferry the family’s youngest son, Damian, was approached by a man in a bizarre, almost ritualistic costume, who wordlessly put his hand on the boys shoulder. Thinking the costumed man was a performer from the park, Mrs Godson snapped a photograph of him and Damien posing on the waterfront. The man then ambled off and was never seen again.

Less than three hours later, Damien Godson, his father, and his brother Craig were dead. One of the principal attractions of Luna Park - the Ghost Train - had caught fire, killing six children and one adult. In 1979 it was still legal to smoke in amusement rides, and investigators believe a smouldering cigarette butt might have ignited the extremely flammable paper-mache interior of the ghost train.

Years after the fire, Mrs Godson made the last photograph of her son public and appealed for information on the mysterious horned man. Nobody claimed to have seen him and Luna Park denyed employing anyone wearing a horned head-dress and a loincloth. However, the night of June 9 was a full moon in Sydney, and fire is often connected to the esoteric worship of the entity Moloch, who can take the form of a bull. The mystery of the 1979 Ghost Train Fire and the horned man will likely never be solved.

Nervous Announcements [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: This is a ‘soon to be dad’ Jason fic! Gotta love some nervous dad Jason. He’s precious. <3


Today was the day, a very important day. Not only was it your family reunion where you will be seeing family from overseas, of whom you haven’t seen in years. But it will be Jason’s first time meeting them, and you both had a huge announcement. 

“What if they don’t approve? We weren’t planning this! What if your family thinks we’re not ready?” Jason was freaking out about your pregnancy announcement. 

You took his hands “Jay take a deep breath, you’re stressing yourself out. My family will be ecstatic. My mom’s been on me about having kids since we got engaged” laughing before pecking his cheek. 

He let out a sigh before placing his hands on your stomach. “I’m just so excited but I want your family’s approval. I don’t know I guess I’m just nervous about meeting the rest of your family this afternoon.” gently moving his thumb under your shirt.

“Hey don’t worry. My family already loves you. If you can win over my brother you can win over anyone.” Beaming up at him. Leaning down he kissed your lips, then kneeling and kissing your not yet showing stomach. Giggling at the gesture. “You’re going to be an amazing father”

“Think so?” he asked while standing back up to meet your eyes. “I know so“ before pressing a smile filled kiss to his lips. Of which he returned happily. 

Later that afternoon you and Jason got ready to go to a nearby cafe where your family reserved for the night. It was a simple event so you just wore a comfortable pair of jeans and a leather jacket that of course Jason had gotten you.

Slipping it on he snuck up behind you. “I love that jacket on you” wrapping his arms around your waist. You laughed before intertwining your fingers with yours. “I just hope it will fit when the baby starts to develop” pulling his arms tighter around you.

He chuckled, “That’s not something I can guarantee. We won’t know until we know the gender”

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” you turned to face him. Wrapping your arms around his neck. “I don’t know. A girl I guess, I always wanted to have daddy’s little girl. But I will love any child we have. How about you?”

“I don’t care as long as they take after you” sweetly pecking his lips. “You’re too good for me”

“I know, now lets go we don’t want to be late” Teasing whilst tugging his arm as you went. 

You both decided to walk to the cafe despite the cold because it was only a few blocks away. Though it soon turned into a jog when it started snowing. Neither of you prepared for it.

“Ahh, I hate the cold“ you squealed rushing through the doors. “I know I would’ve driven us if I knew it was going to snow. You didn’t strain yourself did you?” lightly placing a hand on your stomach.

Chuckling you answered, “I’m fine Jaybird” smiling at you before kissing your forehead.

“[F/n]! JASON! [F/n]! JASON!” hearing a young voice barreling toward you both. Seeing your younger cousin rushing over to the both of you.

“Hey kiddo” Jason scooped her up. You couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. He’s going to be a fantastic father. How’d you manage this stud?

“Hey sweetie” you said when Jason set the girl down and she rushed to hug you.

“Auntie Jen and Uncle Thomas are home! And they brought Sammy, Tyler and Clare with them!” She squealed excitedly. Telling you of the arrival of your out of country family members.

“Well lets go see them shall we?” You smiled at the girl before she sprinted into the restaurant. Beginning to follow her but noticing the missing Jason from your side. Turning you saw him nervously standing by the door still.

Softly smiling at him you went and wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t worry so much. I promise they’ll love you almost as much as I do. Because lets be honest no one can love you as much I do” grinning up at him. 

Feeling his tense muscles relax. You always knew just what to say to calm him down.

After just embracing him for a while he smiled and tugged your hand, “lets go”

Interlocking your hands you both walked into the restaurant. Immediately greeted by your parents, along with your older brother and younger sister.

After greeting the rest of your family, your relatives from overseas came over. You hugged them all, swinging your younger cousins around. Making Jason a bit nervous about you straining yourself. Jason Todd ever the worrywart.

“And whose this?” Your aunt gestured to Jason. Extending your hand to him, he took it and met your side. “Guys this is my fiancé Jason. Jay this is my Aunt Jen, Uncle Thomas and their kids Samantha, Tyler, and Clare.” Introducing them all. Jason shook your uncle’s hand and your aunt hugged him, saying “We’ve heard so many good things.”

Tyler and Clare in awe at the giant in front of them. They were 10 and 7 meaning they were rather short and had never seen anyone so tall before. Sammy was 17 and was in awe by him in a different way. She pulled you aside as Jason was talking with your aunt and uncle.

“He’s so –” She started but you cut her off. “Handsome, gorgeous, amazing, I know” you whispered happily, making her laugh. You watched as Jason was kneeling down, talking to the younger kids.

“How’d you get so tall?” Tyler questioned enthusiastically. “I drank my milk everyday” he smiled at the young boy. “And muscly?” 

“Ate my vegetables and I still exercise all of the time” Jason answered his grin widening. Making you even more excited to get to see these sort of interactions everyday after these following months. Your hand unconsciously moved to your stomach.

Looking over Jason noticed and came over to you. Your cousin having given you both privacy. “You okay?” concern laced in his voice. “More than. Seeing you with Tyler just made me more excited” you confessed. He let a beaming grin grace his face before pressing his lips to yours.

The rest of the afternoon and evening was filled with food, socializing, and games. But no alcohol for you, or Jason, as he promised not to drink until you can again. 

Though as the night began to draw to a close you both had yet to make the announcement. “Should we do it now before everyone leaves?” Jason whispered. You nodded, “I think it’s a good time. Everyone seems to be unwinding”

You both stood up and went to the center of the room. “Excuse us guys!” You grabbed the attention of your family. Everyone quieting down.

“Uh.. Jason and I have an announcement to make and we wanted to wait until everyone was together” Saying as Jason wrapped a nervous arm around you. 

“This can’t be good” One of your uncles cut in making your family chuckle. You chuckled as well, shaking your head.

“No, it’s actually good news” you paused as Jason pulled you closer.

“I’m pregnant!”

Everyone was silent for about a half second before anyone registered. Your mother immediately hugged you, with your father right behind her. “Oh my god sweetie congratulations!” laughing happily as you hugged her.

Your father hugged Jason, a first for everything. “Congratulations” patting his back, “Thank you sir,” shaking his head your father chuckled, “What have I told you about the formalities Jason, just Jack is fine.”

After hugging your parents switched. Your father kissing your cheek. Your brother hugged you so tightly and your sister was squealing about being an aunt.

Everyone was elated for you both. Saying you’ll be phenomenal parents and that if you needed anything that they’re there. Making you and Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

Hugging close to his arm, you teased “I told you so.” He smiled meeting your eyes, “That you did.”

hey ya’ll!!  if any of you requested to be tagged and i’ve missed you, it’s because i’m a dodo and i’m not good of keeping track of things, so just holla at me again and i’ll make sure i tag you!  i appreciate your guys’s comments/reblogs/messages soooo much.  i wish i could put into words the joy it brings me when i see you guys enjoy my writing.  :)

also i said this was gonna come out later this weekend/early next week, but i had the whole day off yesterday and was inspired by the 5 chick flics i watched.

title: homecoming, pt. 5 (or, battle of st. elizabeth)
     ( part one, part two, part three, part four )
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 4267
tagged: @notalwaysfair @hamiltrash-life @aeichajoanes @polymath-pain-in-the-ass @blueco16 @yehummno @ask-aph-belarusian-figure-skater @robotic-space @iconic-sentiments @nadialinett14 @maybeterrance @noluckmonday @theresnofandomforthis @inimitabledaveed

You have a high school reunion that you can’t miss, and you’re in need of a boyfriend to keep both your parents and your classmates off your back.  You don’t have a boyfriend — but you do have one very irritating, accommodating coworker.

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Mute Galra Keith

Anon: So Keith is captured by haggar, who does experiments on him to change him, but they recuse him before any real damage is done, but for some reason, when they take him out of the healing pod, he isn’t talking. They are all talking at once and he tries to speak but can’t (he’s fully galra at this point) and no one knows why. When he tries to speak it sounds like a sore throat but worse, and it kinda hurts so he doesn’t and it drives him crazy when he’s trying to convince them that’s he’s still him. But the worse part is that lance notices that he can still make /sound/ just not talk. Like one day when he’s comforting him, he hears a small whine like crying and while training he hears some kind of growl. He tells Coran and they wonder if the galra actually have different vocal chords that are different to use or something. It’s not really a request but I certainly wouldn’t mind if you wrote a fic or Headcannons for it~ <3

A/N: So I don’t know much about muteness - if you’re talking about muteness by emotional trauma versus he literally physically can’t speak anymore. I’m going to assume you mean he just physically can’t. But my guy, this was so much fun to think of, since I learned ASL for my language requirement.

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

  • So maybe, if Haggar was doing experiments, and they stuffed him in the healing pod, his vocal chords heal wrong.
    • Maybe because the pod freaks out because ‘this is Keith but it’s not Keith???’.
    • I imagine they have some DNA samples or something to reconstruct tissues and make sure they heal like their DNA says they’re supposed to.
    • That could cause other complications as well, but we can stick to his voice for now.
  • At first, everyone’s like “Okay, you were probably screaming while being experimented on, and you just woke up out of the healing pod, let’s give you a day or two to let your voice rest and figure out this Galra thing.”
  • Except his voice doesn’t get better.
  • They try everything they can to help.
    • Altean medicine.
    • More sleep.
    • Hunk even makes him some really really nice tea with the equivalent to lemon and ginger and honey.
  • None of it works.

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Frerard Roadtrip AU
Frank and Gerard are searching for gigs, as the little band they are, driving trough america and having to constantly stop for coffee, cigarettes and comics.
(including Gee dyeing his hair at the gasstation and Frank spending too much money on tattoos in diffrent states.)

prompt from @captainhoyw:

“trimberly dance class prompt. just. the idea of like trini being into hip hop and smoother spanish music (check santana) is like so embedded in my mind at this point and i need a fic where trini either decides to, or has been, going to dance classes and then the rangers tag along at some point and its gay”

this inspired me to do research and i found this video of a hip-hop and jazz dance group’s routine to smooth by santana and i was impressed to say the least. this was so much fun to write–thanks for the prompt!!! (honestly i had so much fun with this i’ll probably make it multiple chapters ok hope y’all don’t mind)

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“You’re in a dance class?” Zack asked, laughing out the question. The Rangers had headed to Krispy Kreme after training, and he had nearly choked on his doughnut when Trini revealed why she needed to leave soon.

Trini scowled at him. “My mom figured that if I was in an extracurricular I’d be less likely to start fights with, say, an annoying fellow superhero.”

“I’m sorry,” Zack guffawed. “I gotta ask. Do you wear a tutu?” He doubled over and slapped his hand on the table. To Zack’s right, Billy winced and scooted nearer to the edge of the booth.

“I used to do ballet,” Jason mused from his spot at the head of the table. He had pulled up a chair, and Kim and Trini shared the other bench at the booth.

Zack stared incredulously at their leader, no doubt imagining him in a leotard.

Trini flashed a small smile at Jason, thanking him for taking the attention off of her. “I gotta go,” she said, gesturing for Kim to move from her spot on the outside of the bench so that Trini could leave.

Kim didn’t get up right away. “Hang on,” she started. “I’ll drive you. Meet me out front?”

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Our Canvas (a sequel to A Different Kind of Art)

“I don’t like it.”
I turned abruptly and shocked to see Master standing in the doorway of our sex room. I was in a chair painting an image requested by master. He wanted it to be of me laying on the bed with my hands tied above my head. I was looking at Master leaning over my body with his hand covering my pussy. I named it “Mine”.
“Sir …. why?”
“Your body is unrealistic darling. Have you ever seen yourself naked?”
“Ummm yes Master … I just… ummm-.”
Master held up his hand to stop me. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I wanted him now. Well I always wanted him frankly. He walked towards me and stepped down until he was standing directly behind me. I breathed heavier now. His presence made me feel safe, wanted. I felt his hands on my bare shoulders. I used to be nervous being completely naked in front of him. Now I felt desireable.
“Malorie your body is so much sexier than you believe it to be.”
His right hand slowly caresses down mine until his big rough hand held onto my soft little one. He moved both of our hands to the painting and pointed my finger out.
“Your breasts need to be perkier sweetheart.”
Then his hand traveled down my body in the painting.
“And your too hard on yourself. Your waist is slimmer than that baby.”
He leaned closer to my neck. I felt his breath on my neck. It gave me chills. I leaned back and shivered into him. He brought my hands up to my lips then.
“Your lips are fuller baby and such a sexy shade of pink.”
His left hand moved my hair to the side and one finger went under my collar. He turned me to face him. He was less than six inches from my face. He smelled of his sweet earthy cologne that turned me on so much.
“I want you to do it again baby. This time I want you to focus on yourself and make yourself more beautiful. In fact I have an idea.”
He went to the wall and pulled a whip off the hook. Then some leather black handcuffs and what looked like a leash that hooked onto the handcuffs. He turned then looking dark. His demeanor changed and I felt the mood shift.
“Stand up and face me, head down.”
I did so immediately.
I felt him grow nearer.
“Hands out baby.”
I held my hands out wrists facing up. The smooth cool
cuffs buckled around my wrists easily and not so tight. Then I looked up to see the cuffs are held together by a silver loop. He took the leash and clipped it onto the loop.
“Look at me darling.”
His hand came under my chin and lifted it up.
“Open your mouth sweetheart.”
He reached into this other pocket and pulled out a small black butt plug. It had three balls one getting bigger than the last as it went further down.
“I know you told me your fear of anal play sweetheart but it’s time you get over your fear. Turn around and bend over the chair.”
I was nervous yet excited. I wasn’t scared because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I turned with my hands still together and bent over the chair. His hand came around and I saw the butt plug in his hand.
“Suck on this sweetheart to lube it up.”
I felt the smooth rubber material against my tongue. I made sure it got extra wet. Then he took it out and went back behind me.
“Make sure you relax sweetheart. If you tense up it will only make it harder.”
I breathed out and relaxed my muscles. I felt the tip just at my entrance. How will this feel? Do I tell him if I don’t like it? He slowly pushed it in while twisting it.
“I’m going easy sweetheart I promise.”
Was it all the way in? Then he pushed further. I felt the second ball push in.
It tingled and stretched me. He pushed in further and I felt the last biggest ball slowly push in. I breathed out hard. It felt foreign in me. Not bad though.
“You did amazing sweetheart now stand up.”
I did so. I felt it move with my body. Was I getting wet already?
“Now follow me.”
He grabbed the leash and pulled my arms. He was heading towards the door. Why?
He stopped and turned.
“Yes darling?”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Now be quiet.”
“Yes sir.”
We walked out the door and turned left. Were we going to his bedroom? I’ve never been in there before. Oh god we were! What was Master planning?
We walked in his large room. The first thing I see is a king size bed with a black comforter in the center with a large black headboard. To the left was floor to ceiling windows that lead to a balcony. The furniture in the room was all black with silver handles. Master turned to the right and opened a door. We walked into the biggest closet I’ve ever seen. I was shocked into Master walked forward and pulled my leash until I stumbled behind him. We walked past a line of clothes and turned and I saw a black bench in front of two giant floor to ceiling mirrors.
“Kneel in front of the mirror darling.”
As I did so I felt the buttplug in me shift. It made me wet. Well wetter.
“Look at me Malorie.”
I did so. I was facing the mirror and was looking at our reflections. He was right behind me with the whip in his hand. He was twirling the whip back and forth.
“I want you watch yourself in the mirror. With all the things I am about to do to you I want you to watch. Watch how your cheeks turn pink when I rub your clit. Watch how your nipples harden and look so sexy. Watch how glossy your eyes are and how your lips swell after you suck my dick for a long period. Watch me touch you sweetheart. Watch your body and how it reacts to me. Do you understand my intructions?”
I nodded breathlessly.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I keep my hands together and bring my ass up. I saw Master bring his hand back and back down until it smacked against my left ass cheek hard.
“Malorie there is no yes or no! Only yes sir or no sir or yes master or no master! Understand?”
How could I forget? Stupidity.
“Yes master!”
He brought the whip back and it smacked against my other cheek. I tried not to make a sound this time.
I watched my breasts smack together and how I bit my lip hard. Master dropped the whip and walked around me to my right side. He leaned down took his hand and put it under my chin and yanked my head up. His lips crashed onto mine hard. I closed my eyes and breathed out through my nose. I leaned my head up as far as I could and pressed my lips back against his. I moaned lightly against him. His other hand reached under my body and pinched my nipple.
He kissed my cheek then and over to my ear then he whispered,“Stand up now.”
Master kept a hand under my elbow and helped me stand. He unhooked one cuff from my left hand and pulled my hands behind my back and refastened them.
“Go sit on the black bench facing the mirror again sweetheart. Lean back on your hands and spread your legs up wide.”
Oh! Was Master going to eat me? I was so excited then. Was he going to play with my pussy with his fingers. I rushed over and positioned myself comfortably spreading my legs up and wide. Master was standing in front of me still so I couldn’t see myself in the mirror. Then he moved and walked behind me. In the mirror now I could see myself. My pussy was pink and wet. My nipples were hard and pointing out. My hair fell down my shoulders in waves now. I then met Masters eye contact. He was unbuttoning his shirt slowly and let it fall down his arms onto the floor. He kneeled down behind me then. He reached around my waist and trailed his fingers down my belly just above my pussy. I watched his fingers wanting them to touch me. His fingers went just around my pussy trailing down my thigh. He went up and back down then over to the other thigh. He was killing me. I wanted him to touch me. I lifted my hips up begging him with my eyes to touch me.
“Please sir please.”
He smiled at me. Barely but I saw it.
My back was agaisnt his chest which was so warm and comforting. I watched his fingers in the mirror go down and over my clit gently rubbing it.
“Mmmm oh.”
It was exactly what I needed. My body was lit up. He gently rubbed fast and faster and it felt better and better.
I then met my own eye contact. My mouth was in an “O” shape and my eyes looked glossy. I looked …… sexy.
Then I looked at Master. His mouth was right next to my ear. His other hand pulled my hair to the other side so he could kiss and bite down on my neck. I closed my eyes as pleasure made my legs shake. I didn’t see his middle finger as it went down and pushed inside me. I opened my eyes wide and moaned loudly.
“Does that feel good baby? Look at yourself in the mirror. See how beautiful you are when pleasured.”
I did. I captured this moment in my head. I wanted to paint this. Maste roulled his finger out and pushed back in but continued this time. I lifted my hips to meet his finger. Master was biting my neck again and licking and sucking. I felt it from my clit to my toes.
“Oh please sir!”
He continued to finger me then brought his other hand down to rub my clit. The pleasure doubled and I almost couldn’t handle it. The pleasure increased sufficiently.
“Oh Master I’m so close!”
“Watch yourself Malorie! You are only allowed to cum if you watch yourself.”
I opened my eyes and looked myself. I looked so bright and alive. My skin was glowing. I saw red marks on my neck and collar bone from masters kisses. Suddenly the pleasure hit me all at once.
I watched my legs shake hard and wetness that covered masters fingers. Master was watching me watch myself. I watched my hips thrust up and down slightly as I rode his finger.
“Mmmmmm Oh Master!”
The orgasm lasted longer than any I’ve ever had.
He pulled his finger out of me slowly and stopped rubbing my clit. I had to put more pressure on my hands when Master stood up suddenly.
“Lay alongside the mirror face down ass up.”
I slowly put my legs down and got up with my hands behind my back to the floor. I turned my head to the left and laid it on the soft carpet. Master was unbuttoning his pants as he walked around the bench. He pulled them down slightly and pulled his cock out. He had such a beautiful penis. I loved wrapping my tongue the head. I want him in my mouth. Again.
He walked towards me and stood behind me with his cock proudly hanging out.
“Yes sweetheart.”
“May I …. ummmm…. suck your cock sir?”
He looked down on me and grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly moved it up and down.
“You want this in your mouth sweetheart?”
Oh god yes. I loved looking up at him when he shoved it all the way down my throat. I bet my plump lips would look sexy around his cock. Now I had another idea for a painting.
“Too bad I am the Dominant and I decide what I do to your body next. Now perch that sexy ass up for me.”
Oh too bad. I did as he said and watched the way my ass curves and how low my lower back dips in. All I could see was us in beautiful positions on a canvas hanging on the wall in our sex room. I watched Master get to his knees behind me and position himself almost into my pussy. I wanted to push back against his thick cock and feel him stretch me until it hurt. He pushed my buttplug in a little farther and I moaned lightly.
“You want my cock babygirl?”
“Oh yes master yes! Please please please!”
“I love hearing your sweet voice beg for my cock darling.”
Slowly I felt his headband press against my opening.
“Oh master …….. oh.”
His cock slide past my opening and through my slit and rubbing against my clit.
“Rub your pussy against my cock baby. I wanna see your hips bounce up and down.”
I pushed my hips up and back a little then back forward feeling shudders of pleasure rush through my body.
“Oh master yes.”
“Watch yourself baby. Look at how desirable you are.”
I focused on us with my face down deep in the carpet and mouth in an “O” shape from moaning. My hair looked golden sprawled around my shoulders and on the carpet.
My hips were going in circles slowly. Master finally pushed my hips down and slide is cock in my pussy.
I moaned “oh” over and over again as he pushed all the way in.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes Master yes yes!”
He gripped my ass cheeks tightly in his fingers. He started at an agonizingly good pace.
“Oh yes daddy.”
What? Did I just say that? Where did that come from? I don’t have a daddy fetish or daddy issues.
“What did you just say sweetheart? Daddy?”
He stopped his hips and moved his hands up and over my hips. “Sir I’m not sure. Really I don’t know where that came from.”
“Mmmm we will talk about this later.”
I shuddered. Not because I was afraid of punishment. But because I got wetter from calling him “daddy”.
Master’s hands went around the tops of my thighs and yanked me back on his cock.
“Ohhhh mmmmm.”
My palms might be bleeding after this as I dug my nails deep into my skin. He moved faster somehow moving his hips in circles and going deep. I didn’t want this to end. I went numb pretty much everwhere below my waist. He noticed and held tight around my thighs. I knew in the morning my thighs would be beautifully purple.
I struggled with my breath as he thrust harder. I felt the pleasure through my asshole as the buttplug moved inside me. I moaned then for the longest time. Master pushed my hips down farther and leaned over me putting one hand on the ground and the other around the back of my throat.
“Mmmmmm oh oh oh yes Maser yes!”
Master really started pounding into me then. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Master then took his hand and dipped it under me and between my legs. He always read my body well and could tell when I was close.
“That’s it baby ride my hand.”
“Sir please I’m so close.”
“Don’t you come yet Malorie.”
“Sir I….. can’t….. please please! I’m ……. close!”
I couldn’t stop my self. My body was overtaken by this orgasm. This was the best orgasm Master has ever given to me.
“Master! Please ……”. My hips fell to the floor as I couldn’t hold them up any longer from the intense pleasure. Master went with me and kept pounding harder and harder.
“Not yet Malorie!”
I started to see stars. I never moaned that loud in my life. I couldn’t breath or think.
“Come Malorie! Now!”
“Oh Master yes ohhhhh!”
My entire body trembled hard over and over.
Master’s grip on my neck tightened. He was about to come.
“Ohhhhhh oh oh.”
Master pulled out and came all over my back. I opened my eyes and watched it shoot.
“Mmmmm hold on baby keynote me get a towel.”
I waited patiently for Master to get back. When he did he wiped me off good and undid my hands. He pulled the buttplug out slowly and set it aside.
“Now listen Malorie.”
I slowly sat up and turned my body around to face him.
One hand came up and gripped my throat.
“I am going to allow you to sleep then I will wake you, you will eat dinner, and you will paint what just occurred. Pick any image in your mind that you saw and paint it. I expect it done no later then two days. Understand?”
“Yes sir!”
“Oh and Malorie one more thing.”
“Yes sir?”
His grip tightened and his face came closer only inches away from mine.
“Call me daddy again and I’ll make your ass red and sore for a week. Clear?”
“Y-yes sir.”
I blinked fast and breathed in.
I brought my hand up and wrapped it around his hand and looked lusting at his lips. Master then looked at my lips and leaned down. He kissed me slowly and passionately. But only for one minute. Master pulled back and brought his arms down under my waist and legs. He lifted me effortlessly and carried me back into his bedroom. I thought he would bring me to his spare bedroom but instead he brought me right to his bed and brought me down gently. I tightened my hold around his neck and buried my face in his collar bone.
I whimpered slightly.
“You don’t want me to put you down babygirl?”
“No sir.”
Master held me for a couple minutes letting me breath and rest in his arms. After some time I felt the bed under me and Masters lips on my forehead wishing me a good nap.

Haunting Me (Chap. 7)

Haunting Me (NSFW) - Reader is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairings: Bucky x POC Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Memories of past lives. Slight Angst. Violence. Mentions of smut in the past (super brief). A bit smutty.

A/N: Okay guys! I’m super sorry for the long update! Chap. 8 is finally here and it’s wild as heck hehe. >;) I hope y’all don’t kill me with the ending. muahaha!

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