anonymous asked:

Loki fiercely protecting tony is my sexuality

Loki: Do not touch my tiny precious human, he amuses me.


Tony: Did you just fucking call me tiny THOR HOLD MY FLOWER

Thor: I have your flower, Anthony. :)

Loki: IT WAS MEANT TO BE KIND BUT WHATEV–OW! Did you just hit me with a wrench?!

Tony: *screaming, flinging tools at him*

Loki: *screaming, using magic to protect himself*

Thor: :) It’s like having a holiday supper back in Asgard

Malec Goodies Part 2

As always, if you know the author and want to give me a hand, please tag them :)

Never Better by satonawall

Three times Alec offers to give Magnus a backrub + one time Magnus asks for one.

No matter what by @hufflebee

Alec often thought about kissing Magnus.

Whenever Magnus would casually touch him, a hand of his arm, an arm wrapped around his shoulders, Alec would be overcome with warmth, feeling each touch throughout his entire body. Each touch left him wondering how his body would even contain him if Magnus ever kissed him.

And whenever Alec thought about this, his mind barely registered the world around him, barely aware of anything existing but Magnus. Which was a wonderful thing, a beautiful world to have his mind focused on, a world consisting of only Magnus.

Still, their English teacher didn’t really appreciate it.

Now and Forever by EmilyRLightwood

Magnus and Alec like to get down and dirty, but they are also totally soft for each other, even in the throes of passion.

Nulla Salus Bello by Nia_dAstarte

Long after Magnus is back in his own body, long after he goes again suavely about his business as High Warlock of Brooklyn, he still wonders what Alec was thinking. Coda to 2x11.

Oblivion by  @heartsalmighty

Alec stood up, keeping a careful distance and being sure to move slowly as he approached. “Magnus, I am so sorry. For everything you had to go through.”

Magnus’ eyes never moved from the spot on the floor he was staring at. He shook his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “That agony rune…” He paused, taking a moment to swallow. His face was drawn in so much pain that Alec had to look away for a moment. He immediately punished himself by digging his fingernails into his palm. It was selfish to worry about his pain. He had certainly inflicted more than enough on Magnus that he had to atone for. “Made me remember things that I spent…centuries trying to forget.”

Off Duty by KouriArashi 

“I’m talking about an actual day off,” Magnus says, and Alec’s blank expression doesn’t change. “Off duty. If something goes wrong, they call someone who isn’t you.”

“That’s … not really a thing that the Head of an Institute gets,” Alec says.

One Easy Answer by @ameliacgormley

Magnus warned Alec he wouldn’t ask again.

And he didn’t.

Alec called off his wedding, but the next day walked in on Magnus with Camille and hasn’t spoken to Magnus since.

Now, months later, relations between the Shadowhunters and the Downworld are growing increasingly turbulent as the Downworld blames Jace for Valentine’s massacre of dozens of Downworlders.

It’s up to Alec, as Head of the New York Institute, to forge a peace that could save thousands of Downworlder and Shadowhunter lives—even if it means re-evaluating everything he once thought mattered.

Our Battles Choose Us by @thepinescentedair

Alec shakes his head and rubs his palm over the white scar of the faded deflect rune permanently inscribed on the left side of his neck. He wishes he had his stele or his bow or even his sword. Anything would be better than facing an unknown foe nearly weaponless and certainly powerless. He wishes a lot of things. “Keep your head and don’t get cocky, Izzy. We stick together, remember?”

Isabelle nods and stares at the door, weapon hanging loosely from her hand at her side. “You and me against the world, Alec.”

Or, after the Downworlders rise up against the Shadowhunters, the United States is quarantined off. Downworlders capture Shadowhunters and force them to fight in arenas for entertainment. Alec and Isabelle do their best to stay alive in the ring despite everything that has happened in the year since they were captured, but what happens when they try to escape?

Please, believe me by @katychan666

After swapping bodies, Magnus needs to make Alec believe that he isn’t really Valentine. Alec needs a bit of a push, but after hearing him out, he’s prepared to believe him.

Please, tell me what I can do by Shipper_Soprano

Aftermath of 2x12 “You Are Not Your Own”

Public display by @simonlewhiss

He’s going to cuddle with his boyfriend if he wants to, because he just put his body through hell for these people. They can tolerate seeing Magnus’ fingers in his hair.

Rainy Morning or the One Where Magnus Checks Alec’s Phone by @mfika

“Alec sat up quickly, keeping Magnus in his lap as he closed his fingers around Magnus’ wrists, kissing his fingers in a lame attempt to hide the embarrassed blush that covered his cheeks. At that, Magnus relaxed. No, Alec wasn’t faltering in his trust, he was just embarrassed by something and Magnus was now making it his mission to find out what that /something/ was. “Alexander, you screeched. That’s highly unlike you,” he grinned, amused.”

Ruin Me (Gently) by @thesorrowoflizards

It involves spells gone wrong, smutty smut, and a second virginity.

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anonymous asked:

hi im a new shawol!! what are some shinee inside jokes? i only know onew sangtae helP i dont get milk and etc

hi bebs WELCOME TO SHINEE WORLD, i’m your mom now. this got v long with loTS of links so i put it under a read more!
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Riverdale Imagine: Mixed Messages  (Jughead x reader)

Anonymous asked: Heyyy, I saw that your requests are open and was wondering if you could do one with jughead and the reader when they date.where the reader and Betty get along and everything but the reader can’t help but get jealous of what they had and how close they still are at times?

Summary: The reader spends a painful summer watching Jughead and Betty in a relationship. She has liked Jughead for years and can’t bear to be around the two of them. The reader arrives back to school in September, after spending a few weeks with her Dad in Toronto, to discover that Jughead broke it off with Betty. Although Jughead and the reader begin a relationship, Betty appears to find it hard to accept Jughead’s new feelings.

Approx. 2200 words

The friendship wasn’t the problem, that had always been there. Jughead and Betty had been best friends from the moment they had been born. They had had their first day at school together – I had seen the photograph of the two of them aged five, hand in hand as Betty confidently dragged a terrified Jughead through the school gates – partnered together in every class since that day, and even shared their first kiss in the third grade. Before I had even moved to Riverdale, Jughead and Betty were inseparable. I’d moved to Riverdale from Toronto when I was ten and from the moment I joined Riverdale Middle School, I was smitten with Jughead Jones. I was never very subtle – I remember leaving a ridiculously cheesy Valentine’s card in his locker one year, failing miserably to disguise my handwriting so within five minutes everyone had guessed it was me – but Jughead never made me feel embarrassed. I joined Betty and Jughead’s little group immediately, Jughead was fascinated by my stories of life in a big city and Betty was delighted to finally have a girl-friend as there was only so much boy-talk that Jughead would take willingly. By the eighth grade Archie Andrews and Kevin Keller had joined our little clique, and now that we were in the eleventh grade, Veronica Lodge – who had recently moved from New York – had befriended us also.

Veronica was where the problem began. Within days she had noticed how close Jughead and Betty were and immediately latched on to the idea of them as a couple, planting little seeds of romance in both their heads until, at a party over the summer, they finally kissed. As I had been silently crushing on Jughead for the last six years, I had become a master of hiding my feelings. Nevertheless, I spent the rest of the summer uncomfortably third-wheeling at Pop’s as Jughead and Betty shared milkshakes and giggled as they stole each other’s fries, play-fighting and calling each other names. Ironically, I was incredibly thankful when my Mum put me on a plane back to Toronto for the last few weeks of the holiday, insisting that I had to spend time with Dad and his latest girlfriend before I went back to school.


I spent the weeks in Toronto dreading the return back to Riverdale, I wasn’t sure how much more of ‘Bughead’ – as my friends had named them – I could take before I lost it. I had liked Jughead for so long and the fact that he had never had a girlfriend before now was my only comfort, it was easier when he didn’t like anyone, I didn’t feel rejected then. I kept my head down as I walked down the school corridor towards my locker, taking care not to bump into anyone. After I had re-organised my books and pulled out the ones I needed for class, I absent-mindedly closed my locker and, leaning against the opposite wall, I pulled out my phone to check my Instagram feed before the bell rang.

“How was Toronto? Got any new stories for me?” I could hear the smirk in his voice before I saw it. His raven curls were spilling out from his grey beanie and falling over his eyes, I resisted the urge to reach up and touch them. Blushing, I tucked my own hair behind my ear instead as part of it escaped from my messy bun, similarly to the way the rest of me was unravelling at the sight of him. I thought of something witty to say, even flirtatious, but I remembered that he was with Betty and our previously mischievous friendship had boundaries.

“Not this time Jones, it was pretty uneventful.” I muttered as I returned my gaze to my phone-screen.

“Awh come on Y/N! Not a single bad date? Surely your dad found a friend with a wealthy son to marry you off to…?” He winked at me and cocked his head to the side, the butterflies in my stomach started doing flips. I smiled politely and shook my head; any further conversation was saved by the sound of the bell ordering us towards our first lesson.

In English, I was surprised to see Betty sitting with Kevin instead of Jughead. I shrugged, concluding that we had been assigned some kind of paired project, but my suspicion returned when Jughead sank down next to me. I figured that something was going on. What had I missed over the summer? I glanced around to see if Mr Bruce had entered the classroom yet, and pulled out my phone to text Betty.

Are you and Jug okay?? You always sit together, what am I missing?

Ask him! He broke up with my just after you left for Toronto… Something about liking someone else and not wanting to ruin our friendship!!

Relief and horror spread through me at the same time. The idea that I would no longer have to pretend to be happy for Betty and Jughead was liberating, but the thought of going through it all again for the sake of another girl filled me with dread. Despite my own feeling however, I hoped that Betty wasn’t hurt, she was one of my best friends after all and I knew how much Jughead meant to her.

“Betty and I broke up a few weeks ago, I thought you should know.” Jug whispered. He had propped himself across his side of the desk and, with his head leaning on his hand, was staring at me intently.

“That’s a shame, you guys were good together.” I replied, trying to sound sympathetic. He frowned slightly at my response and furrowed his brow; I began rummaging through my English books to hide from his careful gaze.

“It wasn’t fair on her you know? I couldn’t be with her knowing that I liked someone else – ”

“Jug, please stop.” I whispered. I couldn’t bear to listen to him spill his feelings to me about another girl and expect me to be okay, it was too much. He was looking at me, an expression of hurt imprinted upon his perfect features as he took in my words.

“Y/N? Have I done something wrong?” he murmured urgently, reaching out across the desk for my hand. I pulled my hands away immediately and placed them hastily on my lap. I hated seeing him upset but I also knew that I couldn’t listen to him express his feelings for someone else, not again. I had to tell him.

“I like you Jughead, I always have. Ever since I put that stupid Valentine’s card in your locker when we were in the fifth grade I’ve had feelings for you.” I realised that I was making a fool of myself but I continued regardless. “When you and Betty were together over the summer it hurt and I really tried to be happy for you but I just couldn’t. So please don’t expect me to do it again, please don’t make me listen about your feelings for another girl.”

I bit my lip and looked at my hands, silently cursing myself for letting my façade slip when I needed it the most. After a few seconds of silence I dared a look at him, expecting to be greeted with embarrassment and discomfort, but he was beaming at me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I tried to understand his reaction; suddenly I felt a sickening fear that he was laughing at me… that he found my feelings amusing.

“Don’t mock me Jug, it isn’t kind.” I whispered as my lip quivered and my voice cracked.

“Oh Y/N, you’re such an idiot!” Jughead chuckled “I like you too.”


Jughead and I had been together for nearly three months when we went to Veronica’s Christmas party at the end of the autumn-term. Our time together had been almost perfect. I’d helped him with his novel while we drank countless milkshakes at Pop’s, we watched old-movies at the Drive-In, and he even introduced me as his girlfriend to his little sister Jellybean on one of their weekly video-chat sessions. The only problem was Betty. Betty and Jughead had soon reverted back to being best friends – much to everyone’s relief – and they insisted that their romantic feelings for each other had ceased now that Jughead was with me. Although I trusted Jughead, I struggled to trust Betty and as a result a lot of my thought process revolved around jealousy. I was paranoid about Betty’s feelings for Jughead which led me to feel jealous of their closeness as I was convinced that she wasn’t over him.

Despite Jughead’s reassurances, at the Christmas party my suspicions were proven correct. Just as I was returning from the kitchen with drinks for Veronica and me, I noticed Jughead and Betty at the end of the corridor, talking in hushed voices. Betty gestured towards the ceiling at something – I realised horrified that it was a sprig of mistletoe, Veronica had hung them all over the house – and just as Jughead was returning his gaze to her, a look of mild confusion on his face, she lent up and kissed him on the lips. As my grip on the thin prosecco flute tightened in response to my anger at the scene of betrayal playing out in front of me, the fragile glass smashed into what seemed like thousands of pieces, several of them slashing my skin as they imbedded themselves into the palm of my hand. Momentarily, I looked down at my hand in shock as dark red blood quickly pulsed from my wound and trickled down my fingers like a network of rivers. Weirdly, I barely felt even a twinge of pain as the glass sliced into my skin.

“OH MY GOD Y/N!” Jughead shouted in panic as he saw my cut-up hand. I couldn’t stop the tears pouring down my face as I saw him run over to me. “CAN SOMEONE GET SOME BANDAGES OR SOMETHING?” he called in the general direction of the living room as he held his hands out, about to cup my bleeding one. When he looked up at my face though, he realised that he had misinterpreted where my pain was coming from. Without giving him a chance to say anything else, I turned and ran for the door, slamming it in Jughead’s face as he tried to chase after me.


Later that night, after my mum had cleaned and bandaged my hand, I was curled up in bed trying desperately to think of anything except Jughead and Betty. Failing miserably, I pulled my phone from my bed-side table, no messages. I pushed my earphones into my ears and turned the first album on my playlist up to full volume, not even stopping to check what it was, I didn’t care. I woke a few hours later to the sensation of something warm and soft stroking my face. I blinked in the darkness and as my eyes adjusted I recognised Jughead sitting on the side of my bed, stroking my cheek with his hand, I cursed myself bitterly for giving him a key to the house.

“Jughead you need to leave! You can’t just walk in here whenever you want, especially after what you did” I growled. Glaring at him, I instinctively went to push him away with my injured hand and yelped when pain flared up again.

“Y/N stop! You’re hurting yourself!” he whispered urgently as he cupped my hand in his, stroking my wrist where the bandages stopped with his fingers.

“That’s not where I’m hurting, Jug” I whispered back. He nodded and kissed my bandaged palm before looking up at me and taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry that you saw Betty kiss me. I should have realised what she was going to do and pushed her away but I didn’t because I’m an idiot. I want you to know that I pushed her away afterwards, right before you cut your hand. I told her that I’m with you now and that trying to break us up like that was cruel… and… Oh Y/N I’m so sorry I’ll understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

As he choked out those last few words Jughead’s voice broke and he started crying. I sat there in complete shock; I didn’t think anyone had seen Jughead Jones cry before. I reached up with my good hand and wiped his tears from his cheeks, he nuzzled his face into my hand as he bit his lip. I sighed and climbed into his lap, lifting his face to mine, forcing him to look at me. I kissed him sweetly on the mouth, tasting the salt-water of his tears as I licked my lips when I pulled away. My breath hitched as his hands ran up my thighs and over my waist, pulling my pyjama top up over my navel, I could feel his soft fingers graze my back and I pushed him down onto the bed.

“I love you Y/N.”

I smiled into the kiss. That was the first time he said that.

“I love you too, Jughead Jones.”

Mornings With You- John Laurens X Reader

request from anon: Ok, so like I saw this really cute story about a couple, and I so saw John Laurens doing this? So like, could I have a John Laurens x reader where the reader normally goes to work early but not today, but john doesn’t know. So he just slides into the kitchen singing and dancing and then sees the reader and it’s just fluff? Maybe? Idk. If u don’t wanna that’s chill. Love you, byeee!

a/n: this is so cute, thank you so much!! love you too!!

I heard my phone buzz and I reached over, almost knocking it off the nightstand in the process, and grabbed it. I tried to make out the time as I adjusted to the sudden change of light.

After a few minutes of staring at my phone screen, I no longer had to squint to try and make out the time. 10:02 am. I sat up quickly, stressed out that I was late for work before relaxing and remembering that today was my day off.

I looked over at the other side of the bed, expecting to see John still curled up and still asleep but to my surprise, the bed was empty. Huh, he must’ve forgotten that I wasn’t working today. I walked out of our room and into the hall that led to our kitchen. I heard John singing loudly and I smiled a bit, peeking into the kitchen.

He was wearing sweatpants and socks, the latter he was using to slide around the kitchen while he was making his coffee. He was using a spoon as a microphone and was twirling around and because of the socks, he almost fell several times.

“So this is what you do when I am off to work.” I said, amused and he turned around upon seeing me, smiling widely. He ran towards me and hugged me tightly.

“You’re home!” He grinned and he kissed my cheek and I smiled again. “So am I wonderful singer or is that just my opinion.”
“Well I definetly don’t think you can exclude the dancing from your singing act- but yes.”

“It would be better if you were here every morning.”

“Are you trying to impress me?” I asked him and he grabbed my hand and spinned me around in the kitchen.

“Maybe.” He smiled and he twirled me around.

“Well I didn’t know you were so good at dancing.” I told him and he brought me close again. He kissed my lips this time.

“Only for you, dearest. On that topic, is there a special reason you are home?”

“Isn’t wanting to spend time with my amazing partner reason enough?” I smiled and he looked at me amused.

“For me, yes. But I don’t think your boss would let you off if that was the reason.”

“I’m taking your advice.”

“What are you and what have you done with my partner?” He teased and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes I didn’t know it was possible for me to take a break either.”
“What are you going to do all day?”

“Spend time with you or sleep.”

“If I were you, I would chose sleeping with me. So you can multitask.”

“Tempting offer but you can invite your friends, if you want.”

“To sleep with me?” He asked, confused. I laughed a bit and shook my head.

“To come over today. We can all hang out, play games on the wii?”

“Alex is banned from playing on the wii.”

“Do I dare to ask the story?”

“You know that hole that I helped fix in Laf’s apartment?”

“Yeah, I believe I know the one.”

“Alex lost a game- Mario Kart I believe.”

“I mean I understand what happened but this is so vague. Like what happened? Did he punch the wall? Did he throw the controller?”

“You may never know.”

“Oh come on.”

“Fine, fine. So I was in the lead somehow- probably because Hercules was half asleep but he was still kicking Alex’s ass, right? But somehow Alex gets ahead of me and Hercules and we are in the last lap. I deploy a blue shell and it hits Alex. Alex looses terribly. He kind of threw the wii remote harder than he intended and he hit the wall at the perfect angle to make a hole.”

“Mm. Who won that round?” I asked and he grinned.


“I’m guessing Alex gets angry everytime you bring up?”

“That day didn’t happen according to him. Fortunately he doesn’t decide whether or not a day happens.”

“That happened the day I met you, wasn’t it? I was living with Peggy and I lived across the hall from Lafayette and I knocked on his door to see what all the commotion was about.”

“Never have I been so happy to open a door in my life and if I remembered, I was very smooth.”

“You were crying because of how hard you were laughing.”

“Same difference.”

“Ha. So anything in particular you want to do today?”

“Everything’s fine as long as it’s with you.”

Honestly, one of the greatest moments in LGBT history was when Precious Bisexual Angel Kenny Omega overthrew Homophobic Redneck AJ Styles to become the leader of Bullet Club, and I don’t think we celebrate it enough.

everything stays

pairing: snowbaz
words: 2400
summary: baz and penelope try to surprise simon at christmas and on his birthday, but simon is the one who ends up surprising them. a story about the slow process of recovery and some thoughts on the nature of hope. (inspired by this song from adventure time.)
genre: mostly fluff, a touch of hurt/comfort and a little angst that (spoiler) turns out ok
notes: this is the first fic i’ve posted on this blog and it’s pretty important to me, seeing as i am firmly in the Simon Snow Salisbury Deserved Better camp when it comes to the ending of carry on, so here is my revisionist self adding post-canon simon angst (plus resolution to said angst) and snowbaz fluffiness.

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Ramsay x Female Reader

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Imagine being Ramsay’s new toy and he discovers your biting fetish when being sexual.

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\ Request from @lj-laufeypevensieweasley /

Hey! Love your stuff. If ur taking requests/are comfortable with writing Ramsay smut, could u do one based around the readers’ biting fetish? If not its fine! Love u! Xx

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A Different Kind of Art

I had to get the rope right. The way it twisted around her neck looked off. This painting was of a mans hand holding a rope and pulling it upwards. The rope wrapped around a woman’s throat. She had a black blindfold on and her lips parted slightly. It was just from her shoulders up and from his wrist down all in black and white. I’ve been at this for hours now. This is the longest time I’ve taken on any painting. Painting erotic images was my passion. I’ve tried painting flowers, fruit, and portraits. My work never felt right. I mean the paintings looked fine but I was not satisfied with them. Then I was reading erotica and started painting images in my head. Images of ropes around wrists, collars around necks, red marks on pale flesh. Nothing excited me more than capturing the sexual tension between a Dom and Sub. That night I didn’t sleep. I painted until morning.
I had found my passion.
I had to finish this painting by tomorrow morning. I looked at the clock again afraid of how much time is passed. I had to finish this painting by tomorrow morning so by the time I had to have it delivered tomorrow night it would be dry and set in the black frame.
At 27 I felt I had done pretty well for myself. I live in a two bedroom nice charming house that I share with no one. My work and life is in my paintings. I sell almost all online but some I do sell in local shops in the area. Sometimes I get requests for paintings like the one I am almost finished with. A man by the name of Damian Rosser. Pretty powerful name. He emailed me through my website with specific details of what he wanted this painting to be. I just hope it lives up to his standards. He is paying me $8,000 for this painting. My only desire is for him to be satisfied.

Currently I was single. Though I was introduced to this life by a past lover our time was brief and he left in the night just a month after. I’m not angry no. Rather thrilled. Happy that I found this life style which lead me to my dreams of becoming a well known painter. My next dream would be to become a real submissive. I’ve read books and watched videos, more like studied, wondering what is it like? To be owned and pleasured? That dream, however will just have to wait for the perfect time.
I suddenly got back in focus to finish this painting so I can make it perfect.

By the next day I was almost ready to call a cab when a black Audi pulled in front of my house. A man stepped out and proceeded to knock on my door which I answered.
“Good evening ma'am. Are you Ms. Malorie Devents?”
“Yes sir I am what can I do for you?”
He was dressed how a chauffeur would. Was he?
“I am here to retrieve the painting for Mr. Rosser. We had an understanding it would be finished by today at this time.”
“Yes sir it is. How did he find my address.”
“I believe it was obtained by a local art shop where you sell your work. They gave us your home address.”
“Well I’m uncomfortable with this honestly.”
“There is nothing to worry about ma'am I assure you. Will you please retrieve the painting and we can be on our way.”
“We? Where am I going?”
“I was informed by Mr. Rosser that you and your painting will come with me to his penthouse in the city. He has been excited for days to see this painting and to meet you, the artist. ”
Well damn for $8,000 I had no choice really.
“How will I get home?”
“I will bring you home miss.”
“Can I have a moment to get ready?”
“Of course miss I’ll be waiting out here for you when you are done.”
I shut the door and ran to my room to get ready. Should I change my clothes? Probably. I put on my most comfy light blue matching bra and panty set, my favorite blue dress that falls a couple inches above my knees. and some black sandals. Only a little eyeliner and mascara for me tonight. Then I turned back around and out on some pink lipstick just to make sure. I let my dark blonde hair fall naturally in curls and sprayed on some perfume before I headed to the living room to grab my purse and the painting in it’s tall cardboard box then headed to the front door.
“Alright Mr…. I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?”
“Just call me Nelson miss.”
“Well Nelson I guess I’m ready.”
“Of course miss let me grab the painting for you.”
I followed him to car and he opened the door for me on the driver side and I got in. He went around and opened the passenger side and set the painting in the seat.
“I don’t believe this will fit in the truck I’m afraid.”
“It’s fine really.”
Nelson got in then continued to my unknown destination.

We took the interstate and I leaned my head back enjoying the night. After 30 minutes Nelson took exit 47 into the city and I watched all the tall buildings and people on the street. I only go into the city to deliver my paintings.
Where are we going? Only 5 minutes passed before the car pulled into a well lit parking garage. We parked and Nelson got out and opened my door. Then, after I got out, he went to the other side and retrieved the painting safe in its box. Nelson was sure to carry the painting with grace.
“Follow me miss to the elevators.”
I did as I was told and followed Nelson. When we got he hit a speaker button on the wall and leaned in.
“Sir I am on my way up with Miss Devents and the painting now.”
A deep smooth voice replied, “Very good.”
Why did I just get chills?
The elevator moved quickly and when it opened I was shocked. In front of me was a huge penthouse. There was a beautiful living room in front of me with dark furniture and a tall brown stone fireplace. Above the fireplace was a huge flat screen TV, probably 65-70 inches. What did he do for a living? I’ve only ever seen places this nice in movies. Beautiful art covered the walls just as dramatic sculptures surrounded the room arranged perfectly.
“Follow me Ma'am.”
Nelson led the way through the living room and passed a doorway and as I peeked in I saw a beautiful kitchen with white cabinets and stainless steel appliances. Past that I saw a long dark wood dining table with a beautiful chandelier hanging just feet above it. Wow. Nelson went up a flight of silver stairs and then turned to the left. He went to the second door down. Nelson knocked and there it was, the voice again.
“Come in.”
Nelson opened the door and the surprises continued. We had to take two steps down into this beautiful windowless room.
A sex room.
I’ve never been in one but I’ve always imagined it and this is exactly how I imagined it. Black tiles on the floor with the walls covered in a white soft texture. Hanging on the walls was every kinky toy imaginable. Whips, cuffs, canes, crops, ropes, pattles, blindfolds, and others I couldn’t recognize. There were also two black dressers. It’s contents inside I was curious. The cieling was a beautiful red as well as the bed which was covered in silk no doubt. I saw an empty space on the wall above the bed with a single hook there. Then I saw him. He was standing in front of the bed in a black suit and tie. He has very short dark brown hair. From here I could see his eyes a beautiful light green. His lips were full and his shoulder were broad. He spoke then.
“You must be Miss Devents? Hello I’m Damien Rosser it’s a pleasure.”
I’ve never stuttered over my words just upon meeting somebody. He was gorgeous. Any girls dream. Have I seen him before?
“Y-yes I am …. ummm Malorie Devents. It is very nice to meet you as well.”
He smiled a small smile. He found me amusing if only slightly. His focus turned to Nelson.
“Nelson could you please remove the painting from the box and let me see? I’ve been dying to see it.”
I was suddenly nervous. Would he like it? What if he hated it? My heart felt like it stopped beating as Nelson slowly pulled it out. From this angle I couldn’t see the painting but I could see Damien’s eyes as the lit up. He smiled a full smile then. I felt relieved.
“Miss Devents I’m thrilled. It’s beautiful. I can just feel the emotions in the painting coming to life. Really you have fully satisfied me.”
I could only reply in that second with a smile.
“Nelson will you hang that above the bed for me? Thank you.”
Then Damien turned and walked towards me. I felt nervous again. As he grew nearer he got taller and more attractive. He had tan skin and a white smile. I looked down at his hands then. The fingers were long and palms rough. I had a hand fetish I guess you could say. I judge people by their hands. His were big and he definitely worked with them a lot. Suddenly I realize he had just spoken to me.
“Oh….. my apologies Mr. Rosser I was distracted.”
“I know. I was trying to discuss payment. Would a check be suitable?”
“Yes sir that would work fine.”
“I’ll be right back then.”
He smiled then walked past me through the door. I turned back and suddenly Nelson was standing in front of me.
“Well it was nice meeting you Miss Malorie Devents. I hope your art continues to flourish. You have a good evening.”
“Oh thank you so much! You as well Nelson!”
He turned and left then.
I was alone.
In a real sex room.
How many women have been in here? Or men? I didn’t know what he preferred. I turned and saw my painting above the bed. It fit here perfectly I must say.
I wanted to explore this room. How long had he been gone? Two minutes? Do I have time? I took a step forward. I went to the walls and touched just one of the many whips. This one was light brown. Then ends covered in metal beads. I ran my fingers through the other whips. Some were softer than others. Then I noticed a piece of dark furniture. I was almost positive it was a spanking bench. I’ve always wanted one. Sadly there was no one there to spank me. I bent over it then. Just to test it. At 5'4 my toes barley touched the floor. The black padding was soft. The bench was long so I could bend over and stretch my arms out and just barely grasp the other end to hold on for dear life. There was also a hook. I’m assuming to tie a rope to. Then the rope would tie to a person. Suddenly I was turned on.
“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable. I must say you look stunning in that position.”
I turned immediately fading red every where. He was standing there just a few steps through the doorway. His eyes watching me. They looked darker now.
“Mr. Rosser sir I didn’t mean to intrude really I was just curious.”
“Have you not seen a spanking bench before?”
“Ummmmm only in videos…… I’m not that experienced.”
“So you paint these beautiful images of Doms and Submissives yet you have never experienced this life style?”
“I have limited experience with an ex boyfriend. He was gone after a month but he did intoduce me to this wonderous world and I’ve been in love ever since.”
I shrugged looking down ashamed I’m telling a total stranger my life story.
“I see. So you are not claimed?”
“You mean do I have a Dom?”
“Yes exactly that.”
I looked up to see him smiling down at me. He had taken a couple steps closer. I suddenly felt nervous. Not scared. Just nervous.
“No sir I am not claimed.”
That’s the first time he has said my name. It sounded so good off his beautiful full lips.
“Yes sir?”
“Would you like to be claimed? To be collared?”
Did he just ask me that. Am I in a beautiful dream. Shouldn’t I be scared? I barely know him. Hell I met him five minutes ago. Yet I wanted this. I wanted to try this. With a real Dominant. A real man.
“Mr. Rosser I …… I’m not sure….. what to say.”
“It’s simple Malorie…..”
He took two steps closer and suddenly he was right in front of me. He was over six feet tall clearly.
“Do you or do you not want me to claim you? I won’t hurt you my dear. I’ve actually admired your work for a while. We met three months ago. Very briefly. You mustn’t remember. At your art gallery. On 5th avenue. I complimented your painting "At Your Service"that night and you thanked me.”
I remembered. How could I forget? Yes it was brief but I recall now. He was so kind. I asked my friend if she knew him and she said yes he owned the building my work was being presented in. He was a famous architect
“Yes sir I do remember.”
His eyes darkened.
“Malorie…… do you wish to be claimed. Let me be your first my dear. Your first Dominant. I won’t hurt you sweetheart. Tonight will be all pleasure for you I can assure you.”
My body was screaming yes. My heart was screaming yes. Everything was screaming yes. So why say no?
“Damien can you show me your world. Show me what it’s like to feel this pleasure. I want to know. Then can I make my decision? Please sir?”
He breathed out. Heavy. Then his tone changed.
“Get on your knees Malorie.”
“Sir?….. l…”
“Now Malorie!”
I dropped to the floor on my knees. I didn’t dare look up. Was he agreeing to my offer?
“Stay there and don’t move.”
I nodded.
“Malorie there is no shaking your head yes or no you will answer me in such way as ‘yes sir’ or 'no sir’ do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
My voice sounded weak. Yet I wasn’t afraid. I was excited. My body felt like a lighting bolt shot through me. I was ready.
“Good. Now don’t move.”
He turned and walked towards the door to shut it. He slowly loosened his tie. He was taking off his clothes.
“Malorie tonight I will guarantee your pleasure. I will go easy on you. I will teach you per say. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Now let me set some rules. Do not say my name. I am either master or sir. You are only allowed to come when I say. Know that you are allowed to leave whenever you choose. Now tell me your hard limits my dear. Tell
me what your uncomfortable with in the bedroom.”
“Ummmmm….. I …..”
“Don’t be embarrassed little one I only want to ensure your safety.”
“Ok well… sir …. I have never done any ass play. I just never tried. I would be willing to try for you sir. Also I’ve never found being choked pleasurable.
"Mmmmm I understand. Look up at me.”
He was now shirtless and bare foot. He had a riding crop in his hand. My panties were soaked.
“The man who choked you I assume he was your ex that walked out on you in a month. Well Malorie I assume he wasn’t choking you right. But we will work on that in a later time. For now stand up.”
I did so though my legs were shaky.
“Strip for me Malorie. Let me see your beautiful body. I’ve never been with a woman with brown eyes believe it or not. They are beautiful. Look at me when you strip.”
I blushed.
“Thank you sir.”
I looked at him. Then slowly I pulled the straps off my shoulders and let the straps fall down my shoulders. I wasn’t petite. Really the opposite. I had wider hips and thighs. My ass was very round and my breasts where a perky B-cup. The dress fell to the floor and I kicked it aside. I reached behind me to undo the my bra and I let it fall as well. My nipples were pebbles hard and ready.
“Keep the panties on…… and the sandles. Go sit on the bed facing me.”
“Yes sir.”
I sat down and faced him. My heart racing. I tried to slow my breathing. He walked towards me slowly. Then he kneeled in front of me. He set the riding crop down next to me. He grabbed my right ankle and pulled it up. I had to lean back on my elbows as he did this. He locked eyes with me and kissed my ankle slowly, softly. It made my leg slightly jerk. He held it tight. He pulled back and slowly unbuckled my Sandle and slid it off. He set my shoe aside and set down my foot just to pick up the other and repeat the process. When he set my foot down he chuckled.
“Sweetheart you soaked through your panties with your wetness.”
“Oh sir…… I’m sorry.”
“Shhhh Malorie don’t be….. it’s actually very arousing to me. When’s the last time you were with a man sweetheart?”
“…… over a year ago.”
“Oh baby.”
He stood up and leaned down over me. His left hand resting on the bed and his right hand rested on my leg and slowly moved up my body over my panties over my hip and he stopped on my left breast.
“You fit perfectly in my hand darling.”
I met his eye contact and my eyes glazed over. He pinched my nipple, rolled it between his two fingers.
My head fell back and I moaned.
“I haven’t been touched in so long sir.”
“Mmmmm I know sweetheart…..”
He brought his knee up to rest on the bed and his face leaned down and he stopped right before my lips.
“Do you trust me to continue Malorie? Know you can still leave anytime you want.”
“Please sir don’t stop.” I said breathlessly.
He kissed me then. He tasted sweet and strong. His lips parted mine and his tongue grazed my top lip. He kissed me longer and deeper. I moaned into him. His hand left my nipple and went up to cup my face his warm hand mixed with his warm kiss went through me. I felt so tingly everywhere. Behind my eyelids I saw stars.
“Malorie! Are you alright?”
I opened my eyes to see him look worried.
“Yes sir I’m fine.”
“You fell back on the bed and your lips stopped moving against mine.”
“Oh sir I’m sorry I was so overwhelmed with you I just saw stars for a moment. I’m fine now I promise please don’t stop.” I leaned back up on my elbows.
I spoke quickly and frantically. I didn’t want this to end. Ever.
“Malorie….. I’m not sure you-”
“I want you to claim me as your sub!”
He looked shocked.
“Sweetheart you just-”
“Sir I want to be your submissive please don’t stop please!”
Then I did something daring. I leaned up without his permission and grabbed either side of his face and kissed him. He didn’t stop me like I thought he would. Instead he kissed me back harder and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tighter. Then he pushed me back on the bed and leaned up and grabbed the crop.
“Flip over Malorie. You kissed me without permission.”
I immediately rolled over on my stomach. I even pushed my hips up in the air so my ass perched higher. I wanted this. Would he take my thong off first?
“Malorie do you understand why I’m punishing you?”
“Because I kissed you without permission sir.”
“I will strike you only 6 times understand?”
“Yes sir.”
I practically moaned it. I felt the crop on my left cheek. Just barely slid across my cheek then to the other. I felt it dissapear then come back down hard and fast. It smacked against my skin. I tensed hard and was ready for the next hit. The second and third came and I grew to love my punishment. By the fourth I moaned. Then when I heard the riding crop drop to the floor I got worried.
“Malorie? Did you just moan during a punishment?”
“Yes sir.”
“ Mmmmm I’m not sure whether to be excited or punish you more.”
“Do what you want to me sir.”
“I believe I will spank you Malorie. You have such a sweet ass. It deserves to be spanked.”
He rubbed his hand over one cheek, then the other. The hand disappeared . I heard the smack first before I felt the pain. “Oh!”
“Mmmm that’s what I thought.”
He spanked me again. And again. And again. Each time hurt. But I took my punishment and gripped the sheets.
“Malorie, put your knees up all the way on the bed and perch that pretty red ass in the air for me.”
I did so shaking. Then I felt his fingers run over my sensitive ass. His fingers went down in between my cheeks and over my panties.
“Oh baby….. your so wet.”
His fingers went back and forth along my pussy. He barely touched my pussy yet I felt so close and ready.
“Oh please sir.”
“Malorie your are only allowed to come when I say.”
“Ohhh yes sir.”
He continued this sweet torture just barely rubbing my soaking wet pussy. Then he stopped and pulled my panties down to my knees.
“Sweetheart stand up.”
I rolled over and stood up. My panties fell down my legs to the floor. I looked up at him. He was smiling down at me.
“Baby you look so beautiful when your aroused.”
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
It was so sweet and gentle.
“Now get on your knees.”
I did so without hesitation.
“Unbuckle me and take my cock out.”
I unbuckled his pants and pulled the zipper down. He reached his hand down to pull his boxer shorts down and his cock sprang free. It had to be no smaller than 8 inches and thick.
“Oh my.”
I felt his hand on the back of my head gathering my hair together and pulling it forward.
“Look at me sweetheart and suck my cock.”
I looked up at him and stuck my tongue out and licked the head. “Don’t tease me sweetheart. I told you to suck my cock.”
I immediately took his cock in my mouth as far as I can go pulled back and did the same again. I pulled back and every time I did I cupped his cock with my tongue and went as deep as I could go all while looking at him.
I reached my hand up and held the base so I could tilt my head higher so I could angle it to take him deeper. I went faster and faster. He groaned and tilted his head back. Then he looked back down at me and grabbed another handful of my hair and forced his Cock deeper in my throat.
“Oh sweetheart as much as I love your big doe eyes looking up at me like that while you suck my cock I want you to stand up. ”
He pushes his pants down all the way and kicks them off. Then he turns and goes to the dresser, opens the first drawer and pulls out a blindfold. Next he walks to the wall and takes off the hook some red rope. He walks back to me then.
“I’m going to blindfold you and tie you down sweetheart do you trust me?”
“Yes sir.”
“Turn around.”
I did so and I felt the soft silk cover my eyes. I could see nothing.
“Lay on the bed on your back and lift your hands above your head and keep them together.”
“Yes sir.”
I did so and soon felt the ropes tying my hands together. It was surprisingly soft. Suddenly it was pulled tight and I realized my hands were tied to something under the bed. Maybe a hook?
I heard him walk around the bed and my anticipation grew.
“Open your legs Malorie.”
I did so willingly and excitedly.
I felt the bed dip down under his weight and I felt his lips touch my inner thigh.
“When’s the last time your pussy was ate baby?”
“Over a year ago sir. I’ve never came that way.”
“Mmmmmm I can change that.”
He kissed slowly down my inner thigh. I couldn’t keep my legs still. He pulled away but came back only to kiss the very top of my pussy right above my clit.
“Ohhhh mmmmm!”
“That’s right baby don’t be afraid to make noises. But do not come unless I give you permission.”
“Yes sir.”
His tongue went through my slit until he found my sensitive nub and sucked on it.
He had to use his arms to wrap around my thighs to keep me still. My hand tugged hard at the rope but I love the pain of the rope digging into my skin. My body was on sweet fire from my nipples to my clit.
“Oh yes yes yes ohhhhh!”
His tongue went in circles then side to side then I couldn’t keep up. “OHHH OH MY GOD MMMM”
He sucked hard on my clit and I almost came right then.
“Sir I’m very close!”
He immediately stopped and I felt him sit up.
“Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Oh yes sir yes!”
My body squirmed underneath him.
“Please sir please.”
I felt his cock at my entrance. He slowly pushed in and I came alive. He filled my pussy. He felt so perfect in me like my pussy was made for him.
“Oh sweetheart I’ve never had a pussy this tight.”
He leaned down over my body and I felt his hand grab my left nipple and pinch.
“Oh! Mmmmm.”
He slowly started thrusting into me. Slow at first then faster. He kissed me again. Harder. He went to my neck and sucked on it. I tilted my head back so he can have his way with me.
“Oh yes yes yes yes!!!!l”
“Dont you dare come sweetheart. I want you to come in my mouth. Understand?”
“Yes …..sir!!”
It was hard to answer with his cock pounding into me. Suddenly he stopped. I felt his body go down and his tongue was on my clit again. Licking and sucking. I’ve never felt this pleasure in my life. It was unbelievable.
“Sir I’m so close please please!”
He rubbed my clit with his fingers.
“Do you want to come Malorie?”
“Yes sir please please please! I need to come it’s been so long!!”
He sucked on my clit again and sucked and licked!
“Come sweetheart.”
My body was suddenly so alive and electrified.
“Mmmmm baby want me inside you again?”
“Ohhhhh yes.”
“Roll over sweetheart on your hands and knees.”
“Yes sir.”
I did so quickly waiting and wanting.
I felt him pressing against my opening and I pushed back against him.
“Anxious aren’t we?”
“Oh yes.” I moaned.
He slammed into me and didn’t let up. He fucked me harder than he has all night.
His cock was the biggest I’ve ever had and I didn’t know if I could take much more. He slapped my ass lightly and gripped it. I held the rope in my hand tight and moaned louder and louder. Did he have housekeepers? Was Nelson around? I hope this room is soundproof. He reached forward with his hand and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back.
“Mmmmmm sir please please.”
“Are you going to come again baby?”
“Only if I’m allowed sir!”
“Come baby!”
It two seconds I came again even harder than before! Suddenly he pulled out and came all over me. He groaned and gripped my hips tightly.
I felt him get up off the bed.
“Stay here sweetheart I’m going to get a tissue.”
“Yes sir.”
I heard him walk out, was he naked?
Mmmmmm my body hasn’t felt this relaxed and pleasured since ….. ever. I was so ready to continue this. This lifestyle.
“I’m back now lets clean you off and get you untied.”
He did so and walked away in assuming to throw away the tissue. He came back and untied my hands and undid the blindfold.
I blinked multiple times to adjust back to the light. I rolled over and looked up at him. He was looking down at me smiling. He held something in his hand. Something dark.
“Sweetheart this is a collar. Do you agree to be mine? To surrender yourself to me completely? Be mine Malorie.”
I was overwhelmed. With happiness and pleasure.
“Yes Damien I will be your submissive!”
Damien smiled and showed me the beautiful collar. It was maybe an inch and a half thick with three diamonds in the center all the same size.
“Oh Damien it’s beautiful!”
I quickly turned around and moved my hair to the side. He hooked the collar on and it fit perfectly. I turned to look back at him and smile.
“It suits you well Malorie it really looks perfect on you.”
“Oh thank you Damien you’ve made me so happy!”
He pulled me close and held me tightly. I looked up at the painting that brought us together and smiled for the first time feeling safe and secure in my Dom’s arms.

mino; On The Run

Originally posted by cyphermaniac

Hitman! Mino AU, 9.1k words

Warnings: Violence and strong language, please don’t read further if you’re not okay with that.

Sidenote: Originally split into parts (bc I’m terrible with chaptered fics) I hope that this is not all word vomit :’) Please turn a blind eye to the sudden change to third person, I wrote parts of this between months at a time. Appearances from Seunghoon and Jinwoo as well~

Others: Part 2


The third blow came as quick as the first one.

Wait, or was it the fourth?

It sent your ears ringing violently, unable to translate the muted words that barked out of his mouth. Warmth oozed out from your quivering mouth, catching drips of deep red pricking the front of your favourite dress. His favourite dress.

“Do you know how expensive this dress is?” You were impressed at how you managed to voice out anything at this point.

“I’m not playing around, lady!”

The masked assailant charged a sharp kick to the leg of the chair, thumping you roughly against the pillar of the abandoned warehouse.

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” He whispers through gritted teeth, tipping your chin curtly towards him. “Where the fuck is your boyfriend?”

“You kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?”

The next hit came in a split second, stinging your bruised skin so hard it almost felt numb. It struck your vision to a disorientated blur and you were desperately hanging on to Minho’s words.

If I’m not there, don’t give him what he wants.

“Listen, princess. You either tell me where he is or–”

Click. The muzzle of his handgun felt cool against your temple, making your toes curl in internal panic as you try to keep your composure.

Because if you do, he’ll kill you.

“Did you have a bowl of stupid for breakfast?”

If anyone in there was stupid, it was you. Everything that blubbered out of your mouth made no sense and if you were really to die today, you might as well be amusing.

“You’re funny, I’m starting to like you.” He scoffs out a bitter laugh and it was impossible to take your eyes off the weapon as he wipes the sweat off his forehead with the occupied fist.  

“Oh thank god. I didn’t think you’d come around.”

“This isn’t a fucking game.” He lurched towards you without warning, hot breath burning your skin, “I will kill you.”

And baby, I need you to stay alive.

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“My brother told me to take care of you while he was away.”

“How amusing. He asked me to do the same for you.”

My love for Thrass will never be shaken, no matter what they try to do to Thrawn’s backstory in the new canon. Anyway. Eleven of ???? in a series of pictures of Maul being happy with a variety of characters as is his right, instead of the fuckery canon gives us.

Out of the dark

Originally posted by stilessderek

I was hanging out with my boyfriend Derek at his loft. We have been dating for 7 months and we still hadn’t done anything. I mean we have been close but not yet. I wanted it to happen but i didn’t know how to tell him. I only had tonight before my foster dad comes home from his trip to vegas. We were sitting watching movies but i was bored so i decided to try to make it happen. I moved my shaky hand from my lap and put it on his chest and moved it down.

“What are you doing” he asked obviously not wanting my answer he removed my hand and put it back on my lap. Not even 10 minutes later i moved my hand to his arm and kissed his neck. My hand started moving from his arm to his chest and going lower. Right before i was where i wanted he stopped me again.

“Babe” he said looking right into my eyes with such love and i knew i could tell him everything. I moved my leg over his so i was sitting on his lap. I kissed his lips and he kissed back signaling he wanted it.

“Y/N what are you doing” he said when we broke the kiss

“I wanna do this” i said looking right into his eyes. The blue color had gotten a lot darker. He kissed me again and stood up caring me to the bedroom.

“Hey why are you so nervous” he asked me and looked deep into my eyes as he was hovering over me.

“Are you sure” he asked putting me down and hovering over me. My shaky hands went around his neck as i exhaled loudly.

“Yes” i said in a whisper if he wasn’t a werewolf he probably wouldn’t have heard me. He kissed me again and started kissing down my neck. Derek removed his shirt before lifting mine.

“What happened” he said. I guess there’s no way out of this. I had to tell him. I decided to just show him. I sat up straight on the bed and took my shirt off and he stared at all my bruises.

“I… My foster dad he…” i said with tear in my eyes. He understood and came up to hug me. I know he could hear my heartbeat and i knew he knew there was more to this.

“What happened” he said breaking the silence and moved away from me. Even though he tried to sound sweet i knew he was angry it’s just the way he is.

“I came home from school and i had forgotten to do the dishes so he started hitting me” i said looking down i was embarrassed

“When was this…” he probably thinks it was a week ago or something.

“When… When i was 8” i said almost whispering.  He winded his eyes looking at me searching for more answers

“I was little. And i had been in that house for about 3 weeks. It wasn’t great but i had clothes to wear in the morning and i didn’t go to bed hungry. Well one day my foster mom was out and my foster dad asked me to do the dishes but i was late for school so i would just do them when i got home but then i forgot and when he got home he… he was furious. He pulled me into the living room and started hitting me saying “that’s what happens when you don’t listen” and i left the house and when i came back it was 3am so i just went to bed and when i woke up i thought he would say something but he acted like nothing had ever happened . I guess he just found it amusing to see me in pain because it became a normal thing.” i said sobbing. I looked at Derek who also had tears in his eyes

“Why didn’t you tell me” he put his hand in my cheek “Did you think i would hurt you too” he said and i raised my head looking him. How could he ever think that.

“No of course not… When it became a normal thing.” i started wanting to explain the rest

“Every monday and tuesday he would hit me and every saturday he would… take advantage of me” i said not wanting to say the actual words. Derek stood up from the bed. One single tear running down his gorgeous face. I could see the anger filling his body and all i wanted was for him to come back and hug me.

“When was the last time he…” he asked again. I couldn’t gather the courage to look at him.

“Last week” i answer the tears still falling down my face. I got up and put my shirt back on.

“I’m gonna kill him” he whispered.

“Derek please don’t be mad.” I said while hugging him.

“I am. He hurt you. In more than one way.” he whispered the last part not wanting to say it

“I know. But i just want you to stay here with me”  I said. He finally calmed down and came to hold me. He wrapped his arms around my shaking figure and whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

anonymous asked:

The reason that rhodey finds tiny tony instead of fearsome dragon is that howard used to live there with tony but got fed up with tony, flamed him, and left.

NO NO NO points for trying tho lol. Howard wasn’t a great dad but that’s because he’s a lizard and I believe that in dragons it’s typically the female that does the child-rearing. He’s there but he’s not involved.

Tony’s all burnt up because he watched his parents get cut down in front of him and he used his fire to protect himself and killed the knight but hurt himself in the process because he’s really not old enough to be using his fire, his scales aren’t tough enough yet. He should still be a few years older before he can blow flames safely.

But of course since the knight didn’t report back, Rhodey was dispatched to finish the job, and instead of two fearsome dragons he’s just met with the most frightened dragonling. (Obadiah is the one that orders for Howard and Maria’s deaths. He said it was preemptive. Rhodey leads the coup that deposes him. Rhodey is King. He offers to let Natasha and Tony come live with him. “Just make my castle stop being a health hazard,” Natasha allows. “But not welcoming. Because I’m not. Tony can stay though because he amuses me.”)

((He doesn’t just amuse her. She is also an orphan and sees a lot of herself in Tony. She will take care of him.))

I wrote a cute kili X reader story. It gets kinda fluffy but gets very smutty, quite fast. This was my second story written regarding the Hobbit so let me know what you guys think. Send me some requests too if you would like. love u guys 💛

warnings: smut + fluff and a SUPER hot dwarf.

“Y/N, Kili, go look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them.” Thorin trudged off, giving orders to Oin and Gloin, leaving Kili and me to secure the ponies. He glanced at me, revealing a smirk.
“For goodness sakes, Kili. What is it?” I bickered.
“Well, after the constant state of stress, and well, Thorin is finally not around-” He pleaded.
“Kili, I know what you’re up to and it’s not happening.”
He simply looked at me amused.
“I have no doubt you’ve flirted with every lass you’ve met. You exasperate me.” I threw the luggage down, emphasizing my stress. His face fell somber,
“You truly think that, Y/N?”
Caught off guard by his sudden grave state, I replied, “Well- yes. You’re incredibly flirtatious and you have this attitude which I find atrocious. You don’t take anything seriously and I find your arrogance vexing.” I stated briskly. His demeanor withdrew and silently tied up the ponies. Guilt washed over me. “Kili,-” I put a hand on his shoulder.
He removed my hand. “No, you’re right. I simply act like this because- well, because I’m scared.” He sat on a large, gray rock and pulled out his smooth stone and began fiddling with it.
“Scared of what,” I breathed, dumbstruck.
“I don’t know what we’re going to find in that mountain and I have anxiety for the dilemmas we will face on the way. I also-”
“What?” I approached him, kneeling down so I was face to face with him.
Kili’s eyes ignited, terror stricken.
“I fear for Thorin.” He exhaled. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I sat in the grass, as he fiddled with his stone, feeling burdened.
“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I understand. I shouldn’t have judged you like so. Forgive me?”
“Aye, lass. I must apologize for the way I was acting. It’s was not good form.” He winked. I beamed at him, grateful to see him in a more content state.
He looked intensly in my eyes, it caught me off guard. “Time for dinner!” We heard Bofur’s voice proclaim over the distance.
“Aye, time for dinner.” He smiled at me, sweetly.
Dinner was a joyous occasion. There was a plethora of food, that even Bombur ate to his fill. Evening fell, and the dwarves sang a good deal of merry tunes.
I attended to the dishes, listening to the fine music, pleased with how everything was going.
“Let me help you,” Kili ran over next to me, leaving an earthy, spicy scent.
“Oh, okay-” I stammered nervously. My hands shook and I dropped the plate. He picked it up an handed it to me. His rough hand brushed mine and I quickly pulled my hand to my side. This would never had bothered me before. Thoughts swelled in my head.
“Are you feeling okay, Y/N?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just feeling a bit off.” The corner of his lip tugged into a smile. We continued washing dishes, silently, to the music. When we were finished, I heard his charmed voice, “May I have this dance?” I looked up and met Kili’s eyes. His hand was held out, and his eyebrow lifted.
“My lady?” He urged.
“I am not your lady, Kili.” I teased, drying my hands.
“Surely, you owe me this dance.”
“And what for?” I challenged.
“Well, you were infact a bit impolite to me earlier. I only ask for one dance.” He held his hand forward once more, and I thus took it.
Kili walked me out to a more secluded area, where the music was heard but the dwarves were not seen. The air was chilly and refreshing, as the stars glistened above our souls.
“It’s beautiful,” I commented.
“Yes, she is.” He looked at me like how a writer would look at a sweet and serene poem. I felt special. Something in the pit of my stomach tugged, when I looked in his eyes, so I glanced away.
“Are you okay?” I smirked. He held my waist with one hand, and his other hand interwined with mine.
“You know, Y/N? Since we’ve talked, I don’t feel any form of fear that I discussed. I sense no such feeling lingering… except one.” We swayed to the music, gently and slowly.
“And what is that?” I questioned.
“That you might leave.” He breathed. I dropped my hands and scrunched my brows.
“Kili-” I stammered.
“No, Y/N, please-” He begged.
“You- you love me?” I demanded. He stood, dumfounded. “Kili, do you love me?”
“Aye. I do.” My stomach felt as if it were being pulled in different directions then melted, all at once. I grabbed his shirt and crashed my lips to his. He pulled in further, resulting in a tender, sweet kiss. My hands found their way to his hair, and his to my waist. It felt amazing and- so right. His lips collided with mine. I could tell he had wanted this for a while. His hands traveled to mine, then he stopped kissing.
“Your hands are freezing,” Kili commented. He removed his jacket and placed it gingerly around my shoulders.
“Thank you,” I breathed. He layed me down in the grass and we simply stared at the stars.
“You know, this dance isn’t over.” He mentioned.
“What do you mean?” I laughed, smiling.
He sat up and leaned so close from my face. I felt his warm breath on my skin.
“Kili,” I chuckled.
“Shh,” He leaned in which seemed quite slowly. The earth stopped spinning and I didn’t breathe a breath.
“Kili-” He quieted me by outlining my lips with his tongue. He pressed his lips against mine and slipped his tongue in discretely. He tasted wonderful and I found myself craving more. He pressed his face to my neck and kissed gently.
I moaned, “Oh, fuck, Kili,” He laughed, “Sit up, dear.”
I sat up immediately. “Good girl,” He rasped as he slipped off my shirt. I found myself getting very wet for him. I did the honor of removing his shirt. I grabbed the fabric and ever so gently pulled it over his head. It got caught on his arm, and he chuckled and smiled, “Come here,” And pulled me in a kiss. I felt his warm hand unclasping my bra against my cold skin. I tried to help remove it but he demanded, “No, don’t move.” I remained fixed. He withdrew my bra and analyzed my body. I felt self concious. My arms moved to cover my breasts but he caught my arms.
“Y/N, you’re so fucking beautiful.” A timid smile became of my face as he wrapped me in a hug and kissed my forehead. Kili’s hands moved up to my wrists and he forced me down on the ground, his weight on me. “Stay, sweety,” He ordered. His heat radiated and his scent drifted over me. He crawled his way down my body and I didn’t dare move a muscle. He slid off my pants, gradually. Kili kissed my hips and trailed his tongue down to my entrance. I jolted in pleasure.
“Don’t move,” He repinned my wrists. His lustful eyes burned into mine.
He placed his finger in my entrance, deeply, and began stroking on my walls, gradually building up speed.
“Oh, fuck, Jesus Christ, Kili” I sobbed. I rocked my hips into his hand and released.
“Good, darling,” He sat up and licked his fingers.
“I want more, Kili.” I stated, practially breathless.
“ Beg,” He ordered.
“Oh fuck, Kili, please.” I frantically kissed his neck. He kissed my collar bones, then sat up, removing his pants. My heart skipped a beat.
“Would you like this?” He purred.
“More than anything.” I whispered.
Kili separated my legs and slid into me. He felt heated and his sweat trickled onto me. Kili began rocking back and forth. There was a tugging sensation in my gut and it made my chest burn and my brain go hazy.
“Faster,” I moaned. He developed speed and continued pounding into me. I glanced at his face, and I knew that during that moment, he wouldn’t have known how to count, hell, he didn’t even known his own name. Kili moaned, “Ah, fuck,” I felt a wave of pleasure rock through my muscles. I tensed up then completely went limp, unable to move. He went slack on top of me, his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, “Wow,” Was the only word going through my head.
“Do you still find me annoying?” Kili laughed.
I giggled, and kissed his forehead. “Yes.”

Strictly Professional (Part 5)

Summary: today’s the first day that you and Misha will be working together since you started dating, and pretending to be professional is much easier said than done.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: making out I guess?, language, fluff

A/N: so I’ve decided that I’m gonna add a few more parts to this lil series. I hope thats ok with you guys. also, I’m sorry this one’s short; I’m really tired and this is all I could manage, and I really wanted to get something out for yall. I hope you like it!

Strictly Professional Masterlist

Originally posted by collateraldamageaf


Today was a photoshoot day for Misha, and the first time you and him would be working together since you started dating. It was your job to make sure the photoshoot went well, and you had given yourself several mental pep talks before you arrived, reminding yourself to try to act professional.

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anonymous asked:

this isn't necessarily a request but y'know what is a good and pure mental image? poker pair forehead kisses. allen kissing tyki's stigmata, one by one, reaffirming that he loves even this side of him. tyki pressing sweet, reassuring kisses to allen's skin, carefully avoiding his scar out of a badly-hidden fear that it'll react to him as a Noah and hurt his boy, until one day Allen guides his hand to rest on the scar, dragging it slowly down over his closed eye to prove he won't get hurt... :)

listenn,, i know u said it wasnt a request but u cant expect me to read this (the sweetest most pure and wholesome thing i’ve ever?) and not do anything about it. So. Ur just gonna have to deal with 1,300 words of Tykillen fluff okay ur actions have repercussions js

Allen dozed somewhere between sleep and half-wakefulness, whatever consciousness he had focused only on the warm hand trailing over his stomach and waist, up his chest and across his collarbone. Slow and calm and Tyki. Not because Allen knew Tyki’s touch so intimately (he did) or because he remembered them falling asleep just like this (he definitely did), but because no-one touched him like Tyki did. No-one’s hands were as gentle, as careful or as reverent as Tyki’s were when he traced undefinable patterns across Allen’s body. Painting him with love, his fingertips the softest brushes.

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