i want my room to look like this

I have my bad days, okay, lots and lots of bad days, but I just want to note how truly thankful I am for what I have. I have a loving caring family who supports me and my interests, going so far as to come to a convention with me to see what it’s all about. My grandma walked back from a contest with me, trophy in hand, and shouted “MY GRANDDAUGHTER WON A TROPHY! LOOK! SHE’S THE BEST HARLEY QUINN!” People who when I walk into the living room and say “I want to build a giant mallet.”, have no hesitation before helping me. Like “Heck yeah lets go to Home Depot for giant mallet supplies.” I feel so truly accepted for who I am. They’re nice to me even when I don’t deserve it, and I’m eternally grateful to them for saving me from an abusive household. I mean it when I say that without them, I’d be dead. For sure. 

I have a boyfriend who is one of the most patient people I know. If not the most patient. I have a total breakdown like once a week and he’s never angry about it. I fuck up a lot. I get angry for no reason. I lash out at him for no reason. But he’s always so fucking patient and waits for me to get through whatever I’m going through until I can recoup and apologize. And on the other end, he always apologizes when he fucks up too. I’m so grateful to have someone who I can truly be myself around. He’s seen me at my worst, and he doesn’t love me any less for it. I never knew how wonderful love could be. Real love. Like holding your hair while you throw up love. Itching your rash for you love. Love that makes you sacrifice and compromise. But it’s real and I wouldn’t have it any other way. And maybe that’s me being a naive 21 year old, but I really think I’ve found my partner for life. And in the case that I AM being a naive 21 year old, I at least know that right now, in this moment, I am thankful and happy. And I’m going to enjoy it as long as I possibly can.

anonymous asked:

I'm curious, do we already know who killed Yoshitoki Washuu? How come Matsuri happily cooperating with Marude now, when he wanted to kill him?

We don’t know who killed Yoshitoki but it doesn’t look like it was Marude; his body appears to have some sort of kagune impaling it and the room is covered in scratched and dents from what I’m assuming must have been a ghoul’s kagune. Whatever it was must have been very violent since it decapitated the other two men there and destroyed most of the room.

Not to bring everything back to Hide, but I can’t help but feel like he might have had something to do with it. Not only were the Washuu after him, but he’s the one who told Marude that the Washuu were ghouls, and he was seen near Rue Island at the time, AND Matsuri somehow survived the massacre. And where was Matsuri after his disappearance? Working with Hide.

All seems a little suspicious, if you ask me.

okay what the actual fuck is my bedroom? there’s a hole in the wall and it looks like the whole thing is hollow with enough space for my entire finger to fit in the hole. add that to the sealed off door to a secret passage on the other wall and i have serious questions

anonymous asked:

Darkstache fluff?

“Dark?” Wilford murmurs, squinting into the unforgiving black of Dark’s room.

There’s a soft sound, something moving perhaps, and then Dark appears. He looks gaunt, exhausted and sickly. His eyes stay steadily locked on Wilford, though, so the pink-themed man counts that as something.

“You missed dinner,” he says slowly, “so I brought you a plate.”

There’s a silence following his statement that makes him want to panic for some reason until finally Dark drops his head into an odd nod.
“Just set it onto my desk, Wilford.” Dark whispers, giving a pathetic wave of his hand to part the darkness like a sea to make a pathway to the desk.

Wilford frowns, but proceeds to do as told anyways.
“Dark, are you alright?” He asks, and Dark’s hollow laugh of response makes his heart sink.

“I’ll be alright with a little rest.” Dark murmurs, and although he’s stepped out of sight again Wilford can hear the squeak of bedsprings.

By memory he cautiously tracks his way across the room from the desk to the bed, and Dark crops into view again. He’s laid on his side, just… there on the bed like a dropped doll.

“Dark?”
“Mm?”
“Would you mind if I stayed?”

A pregnant pause until finally a vague mention to the other side of the bed is made.
“Just be quiet.” Dark requests, and for once Wilford won’t argue.

He holds Dark then, and tries to ignore how cold he feels.

anonymous asked:

so Thanksgiving yesterday--I had a Kylo Ren POP Funko water bottle & my mother asks me "who's that on your bottle?" I tell her, and then she & everyone else in the room decide to state how much they don't like him & they want him to die & that he's awful, plus my mother then decided to state "And he's so ugly! He's gross looking!" I emphatically denied that, but she said it again firmly. I knew then that to save the holiday, I must shut my mouth & change the subject. #MyFamilyAreAntis #WhyMe

Lmao your family sounds like a parody – I’m sorry.

My fam are all huge Kylo fans and I’ve literally never met a real person who hates him [obvi the internet doesn’t count here]. Every fan I know loves Kylo Ren – whether that is because he’s a villain, or they think he’ll be redeemed… so. **shrugs** I dunno, I don’t think most people hate him. Sorry your fam does tho.

EDIT: Scratch that – I have ONE friend who hates Kylo Ren and she’s never seen the damn movie ONCE, and when I asked her why, she literally said: “I can’t believe people will excuse his behavior” and I responded, “Well maybe watch the movies before you talk about it?” and she was like, “But I just don’t really like SW…”

Like… yeah, so I guess I know ONE person who hates Kylo.

11.24.17

What is it that looms beyond
these minutes, that ambiguous presence
whose splayed hand contains
the rain storms and metallic suns
of Decembers past? When
did I see you last? It might have been
in the corridors of a dream,
but I have no proof of this. Rather,
what I have is a sequence of colors
and their corresponding sounds.
This room, lit by the little miracle
of your once-being-here, a dull glow
steadily tapering into darkness.
I had some things I’d wanted to tell you.
Do they still matter? Surely
the fact that they persistently arise
in my gutted heart like frost
on leaves of grass counts for something.
Not much, I’d reckon, but
my own reckoning is of equal worth.
I’d like to look you in the eyes again.
I’d like the feel of your lips
against mine for the first time
and every time after.
I’d like for you to know definitively
that I’ve been thinking about you.

-r. miller

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Sora’s POV

After a very long conversation with daddy, I return to my room where Dominic was already asleep on my bed. Daddy had his penthouse remodeled a long time ago to accommodate for me when I came over to spend the night, so my room was the only room he could sleep in. I don’t mind, though.

I sat down on the edge and looked at my phone. There was a text from K.C that I decided not to answer. I look to the floor before heaving a long sigh and rubbing the back of my neck. I feel awful for thinking about wanting K.C and my dad to break up. I don’t want them to be unhappy ever, but I don’t want my daddy to be miserable either. I’ve always wondered what it would be like for both my parents to be together and kiss like goofy idiots. I know my dad has feelings for my daddy. He doesn’t admit it because of K.C, but I see the way he casually smiles and touches his arm. I know there’s something there and I wish they had figured that out before K.C came into the picture.

“Ugh,” I groan loudly. “Stop thinking that way.”

“Not the eggplants,” Dominic muttered in his sleep. “I hate eggplants.” I look over at him and smile. Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my hand, jarring me slightly and causing me to literally fling it onto the floor.

“Oh crude,” I whisper before quickly snatching it up to see a text from Don. I rub my temples and sit down on my side of the bed. “I totally forgot to tell him I can’t go out with him tonight!” I added under my breath in a panic before typing back to him. His response was short. I could sense instantly he wasn’t happy that I cancelled at the last minute. However, I just don’t want to upset my parents right now. There’s lots of other things to say to them that might.


THE BEGINNING / PREVIOUSLY / NEXT

some adhd Moods
  • having a new tab open for a half hour bc u went to look smth up and then forgot what the fuck you wanted to look up
  • subsequently going thru ur dash/feed backwards trying to trigger the memory of what u were gonna look up
  • forgetting ur adhd meds for like 4 days in a row bc u have adhd
  • wanting to do smth (read, watch a certain show, ect) and immediately losing interest after 2 minutes
  • Tonight I’m Going to Rearrange My Entire Room and Move My Life Forward and Achieve My Goals
  • nm i just moved my dirty clothes pile from one corner to the other
  • i have 10 fics open in different tabs
  • i had this great idea for school/work that i just have to tell- oh nm it’s gone now
  • leg
  • JIGGLE
  • leg
  • JIGGLE
  • getting bored halfway thru posts like these even tho u had some other points planned bye

[All of this happened because I wanted to write something about Stiles not being able to sleep without his pillow. Spoiler alert: his pillow is Derek.]

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Derek tries not to look too hurt when Stiles says he’s going back to Washington, but when the Sheriff claps his back and Scott offers him a friendly hug, he knows he failed. But after everything, after the other night - it just doesn’t feel fair.

-

“It was a nice road trip, wasn’t it?” Stiles had said after they’ve won, after everything was done, their friends were alive and fine and Derek finally got his loft back. “I mean, we had some fun, right?”

Derek smiled without looking away from the flowers the Sheriff got him as a housewarming gift. “Yeah.” He answered, finally turning around. “It was nice to spend time with you.” It was more than nice and he cursed himself for not being able to say it, still, after everything, after the nights spent driving and talking and fucking in deserted roads.

“Yeah.” Stiles agreed easily. He was the one who started it after all, always showing up to save Derek - despite Derek saving him back plenty of times - always being there, trusting him, smiling and laughing like Derek makes him happy. “What will you do now that you’re a free man again?”

Derek shrugged. “I always wanted to start a farm, maybe raise some sheep?” When Stiles blinked at him, surprised, Derek let out a snort.

“Fuck you, I almost believed it!” Stiles said, punching his shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Derek shook his head, still smiling. 

You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stressed, his hand still on Derek’s shoulder, touching, teasing. “I’m -“ Derek didn’t let him finish then, turning around and just pressing their lips together.

He didn’t want to listen then - and in hindsight maybe he should’ve - but without the haste, the guilt of having a nice time whilst their friends could be dying, Derek couldn’t wait, he just wanted to worship Stiles’ body, just wanted to kiss all the places he couldn’t reach before when they were squeezed in the backseat of Stiles’ car. 

And so he did, he made Stiles moan his name the entire night and he moaned Stiles’ own just as louder. Just to have his heart crushed the morning after.

-

“I’m gonna miss you.” Stiles says, his Jeep packed and ready to go. To leave everything behind.

It’s unfair, Derek knows. Stiles didn’t make promises and neither did he, but he can’t help how he feels. He understands Stiles doesn’t want to be in Beacon Hills anymore and that’s his choice, but Derek made his own and he’s tired of running away.

He’s never felt closer to his family than when he’s here, he’s already lost enough and he doesn’t want to lose his home. But somehow, as Stiles drives away, he feels like he just did.

-

I miss you, Derek thinks every day, staring at the black screen of his phone and wondering if he should actually write those words and send them to Stiles. He decides against it and despite the fact he was joking before, on the third day after Stiles left, Derek buys a farm.

He tells Lydia first during lunch at her favorite restaurant - she was adamant they had to become best friends and Derek enjoys her company so he lets it happen easily - and she tells him he’s not allowed to wear plaid around her. Then he tells Scott and two days later, he shows up at Derek’s front door with all kinds of seeds - “We need pumpkins for Halloween, Derek. Make it happen!”.

It’s something to do with his hands, something to work on. Create life, instead of ending them, build things, instead of destroying. He feels good, better and healing. Cora says he’s calmer now and Derek smiles, despite knowing she won’t be able to see him, and tells her he is.

Some days Stiles texts him, others he doesn’t. Derek reads the ones he has every night before going to bed, but he never answers them.

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You Bet

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Request(s): 

  • Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader … Honestly IDK what you wright. I am just a sucker for Steve The Mom™ and his bromance with Dustin. Would love for Dustin to have a sister or cousin or something and the Reader getting roped into Dart shenanigans. PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ
  • Can you do an imagine with Steve Harrington, were the reader is really badass, and kills one of the demogorgons, and steve starts liking her?

Word Count: 3038 (suuuper long I kinda hate it)

Song: No song for this I kinda just blasted the whole soundtrack for two days straight

Summary: Kinda exactly what the requests say but if you didn’t read it it’s essentially Steve being Mom Of The Year and you being Dustin’s badass older sister that Steve falls for after seeing her in action while fighting the demodogs.

Warning(s): Violence, swearing, I think that’s it????

Author’s Note: I’ll do a smutty part two if y’all want it like I’ll probs do it anyway let’s be for real

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“Some of the many pictures on Adam’s wall include portraits of Jean Michel Basquiat, Nikola Tesla, Isaac Newton, Christopher Marlowe, William Blake, Franz Kafka, Edgar Allan Poe, Mark Twain, William S. Burroughs, Oscar Wilde, Samuel Beckett, Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson, Arthur Rimbaud, John Keats, Sitting Bull, Bo Diddley, Charley Patton, Robert Johnson, Patti Smith, Hank Williams, Jimi Hendrix, Billie Holiday, John Coltrane Thelonious Monk, Johann Sebastian Bach, Nicholas Ray, Bruce Lee, Buster Keaton, Rodney Dangerfield, and Harpo Marx as well as numerous musicians whom Jarmusch has worked with on various films including Tom Waits, Neil Young, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Iggy Pop, and RZA.” source

anonymous asked:

okay all this matt and pidge reuniting is cute but when will we get real sibling content like matt just coming in and,,, sitting on pidge of them just having a screaming competition with each other and fighting over the dumbest things

matt, lounging on pidge’s bed as she does her homework beside him: hey if you were part of the circus, what would you be?
pidge, considering it: oh man, that’s hard…. probably something like a lion tamer? or a juggler or something… OR! FUCK, maybe even the ringmaster! that’d be really cool. what about you?
matt, sighing happily: i’d be a tent :)

-

when they were kids colleen would make them stand next to some elevated part of the wall and do that thing where she measures their height and draws a line to mark it

  • little matt (scowling at pidge’s line dangerously coming close to his): don’t you fucking dare

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pidge: (quietly finishes one problem in her assignment)
matt: YES! YESSSSSSSSS! FUCK! 👏 IT! 👏 UP! 👏 EINSTEIN!! show that homework who’s a bad bitch!…  leave that notebook paper’s ass QUAKING,

-

whenever sam and colleen get them a chocolate bar each for dessert pidge always eats hers extra slow until matt finishes his just so she can prove a point and say “no” when matt asks if he can have some of hers

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pidge: you’re the older one! you’re SUPPOSED to be more responsible!
matt: well excuse me it’s not MY fault mom decided to shoot my irresponsible ass out of her vagina first!

-   

they frequently do the bathroom bullshit

  • you know, the bathroom bullshit
  • matt: watching TV and clearly not planning to move for the next two hours
  • pidge: heading towards the bathroom with a towel over her shoulder
  • matt, immediately on his feet: oh my god you insensitive bitch i was LITERALLY about to take a shower-

-

pidge, groggily walking to the dining room: good morning
matt, equally as groggy: mornin’
sam holt: it’s 1 pm

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pidge: you just ate my last pack of oreos! i even put them on the dining table so everyone knows i’m not done with it!
matt: i thought you didn’t want them anymore! who even leaves food on the table as a sign that they’re still gonna eat them later???
pidge: ME? AS EXPLICITLY STATED IN MY LAST SENTENCE?

-

(at matt’s garrison send-off, seeing iverson scolding a student)
pidge: asshole
matt, at the same time: butthole
pidge and matt, looking at each other: :O :D

-

sometimes matt would randomly burst into pidge’s room and tackle her to the bed as a way of saying hi

  • 9/10 times that he does that bae bae follows along and stays on top of matt
  • and they’d all just. stay silently on top of each other like that for an indeterminate amount of time

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matt: college kids are so fucking weird
pidge: you’re a college kid
matt: SHIT FUCK-

-

and in honor of halloween just finishing:

matt: i’m going to carve a dick on this pumpkin
pidge: matt that’s gonna be put on the front yard where everyone can see-
matt: maybe i’ll carve TWO dicks

pidge: it doesn’t feel very halloween-y today…. where’s the spooky gross shit
matt: (walks in)
pidge: finally

felren13  asked:

okay, i was reading your cursed child snippets, and dreamt in that world last night. so the trio were at green grass manor and draco had to leave for some reason but didn't want the kids to think they were unsupervised, so he left an illusion subroutine that would go off when it was either too quiet or too loud, an image of him would walk casually into the room where suspicious activity was taking place, look around disapprovingly, sigh deeply and leave. thank you for these snippets!!!

That feels entirely plausible tbh. Like I could just see my cc au Malfoy sitting at his desk going “okay how do I keep them alive while they’re here. okay, so most of the shit we got into was because of sheer adult negligence. So I’ll just never leave. This is fine.”

But then there will be times he absolutely has to leave. Like the time Potter himself calls him up because they found a dark artefact in a London basement and Malfoy’s the only one with the extensive academic knowledge on the subject able to identify it (well that and his father, but Luscious Malfoy would rather die than help the Ministry so no one asks him) and Astoria *tells* him just to go, it’ll be *fine*. She’s sitting upright today, in a comfortable chair close to the fire, wand out as she works on something beautiful with silk thread. And it’s not that he doesn’t *trust* her–or his son’s reverence for his mother. It’s just that…well…it’d make him *feel* better if she’d let him seal the house and shut off the floo…except she won’t and he won’t distress her by asking, so he does the next best thing he can think of. Because if he can’t be here, then he can at least cast a sentinel that Looks like him to be seen around the place.

That this is technically blood magic and technically possibly not entirely legal is neither here nor there.

Until the day something does happen and it ends in a duel with Potter standing back to back with him, the smoking debris of the drawing room drifting down around him. When Potter spies the sentinel–guarding the children like it’s supposed to–Potter just turns to him, and with profound and heartfelt understanding says, “Honestly, same.”

And if you’ll permit me to say, the Dial Tone Au and Cursed Child Au are totally the same universe. And given Dudley’s presence in Harry’s life, and Malfoy’s enforced presence through his son, that absolutely 100% means Dudley and Malfoy meet more than once. Like at Christmas when the Malfoys find themselves invited to the Burrow for Boxing Day and Malfoy wants to decline, he really wants to decline like he has done for the last few years. But Potter insists (actually his wife does) and even Astoria seems to want to go (…it’s lonely here, he knows, both their families having abandoned them for being muggle supporters…) and Scorpius all but *begs* so Malfoy finds himself standing stiffly behind Astoria’s chair (and he can’t help but be thankful to the Weasley woman for the subtle ways she manages Astoria, the way her needs are met without alienating pity) by the fire in this cramped ramshackle house his son is so in love with, drink in hand as he listens to the two women compare the latest fashion in Witch Weekly as chaos reigns around them and…

“He’s a bit of a stuck up git, isn’t he?” Dudley murmurs, low enough not to be heard by anyone but Harry as the two cousins sit at the table peeling potatoes. Harry could have done this in seconds with his wand but Dudley always feels alienated when there’s nothing he can do to help with dinner, so they sit and peel and talk about nothing in particular.

Harry looks up, absently pushing his glasses back up his nose to regard Malfoy. He looks stiff and out of place, dressed all in black as usual, eyes focused on nothing as he stands over Astoria–almost like a sentinel on guard…until she reaches up with a pale thin hand and squeezes his, and he looks down clasping hers in his, listening to what she has to say with such utter devotion before turning his attention to Molly Weasley with a smile so full of warmth Harry barely recognizes him…

“Oh I dunno,” Harry says, throwing a sliced potato into the pot. “I think he’s trying.”

White Lies: Part 5

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Drabble Series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Omg, another part in less than a weeks time? I know, I know. It’s a miracle. But I’ve got my writing mojo back, and it feels good. Also, I’m sorry for this part, okay? It was bound to happen. Don’t hate me (or Bucky :/) As always, I live for your asks, reblogs, and replies, so keep them coming. Let me know what you think (aka let me feel your pain) ♥

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings:
- mild angst.
- language.
- Bucky is a little shit.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Pizza’s here…

It played over and over in your brain, echoing like a broken tape recorder; the anger building inside you making it louder and louder. You felt your fists ball up at your sides, wanting to punch the nearest object.

How dare he? This wasn’t just a game anymore. That kiss meant more than some kind of stupid ploy to convince his parents that you were a real couple. They weren’t even here. Who was Bucky trying to impress?

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Loki Imagine - Kneel

This takes place during Odin’s sleep when Loki was king. Warning: Smut!

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen

Your P.O.V.

Something was going on here on Asgard. A bad feeling had taken place in me and I felt nervous without a reason. So I walked around the streets, eyeing everyone who walked past me. The people didn’t seem suspicious. Yes, some of them were a little tense but I wasn’t sure why. 

After walking around until it was dark, I was stopped by two royal guards. I saw the bright yellow of their capes and it caught my attention. ‘’King Loki needs to speak with you’’ One of them informed me which had surprised me. Not because Loki wanted to see me, we were great friends. I was surprised as they called him a king.

Out of shock I had been silent. Had Odin died? Was that the reason for my bad gut feeling?

I let the guards take me to the golden palace. As we walked there, I felt the knot in my stomach growing tighter. For the first time in a while, I was nervous to meet Loki. Was he alright? What the hell was happening behind the closed doors?

The throne room was only lit by flames as I finally made my way there. The guards stopped by their spots, allowing me to walk further inside by myself. I was a familiar face here, since both Thor and Loki had been my friends as we grew up. I had slowly become more attached to Loki and the last few times we’ve met, it had gotten quite heated, if that’s what you could describe it as.

I reached the throne, shocked as I saw absolutely no guards. My eyes directed at Loki who sat on the throne. My eyes widened by the sight. He was wearing his black and green suit, his golden head piece and he held a golden spear. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t look good up there.

‘‘I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N’‘ Loki broke the silence between us. He had a mischievous smile on his beautifully sculptured face. The way he spoke made my heart skip a beat. ‘‘King Loki’‘ I breathed out, enjoying the taste of the words in my mouth. Loki’s smile faded and suddenly he leaned against his big hand, looking at me very intensely. The dark look in his pretty emerald eyes sent shivers down my spine. 

‘‘Come closer’‘ He encouraged me and glanced at the steps on the throne. I licked my lips, suddenly finding them dry. Then I did as told, walking towards him slowly, taking cautious steps and looking at his face. He never told me to stop and I found myself almost right in front of me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but I liked it. He made me feel like I was on an adventure by just looking in my direction. He filled my veins with adrenaline, giving me a pleasant rush.

‘‘Kneel’‘ Loki demanded sharply, making my knees weak. I never broke eye contact as I lowered myself in front of him, kneeling for my king. He seemed pleased as I obeyed him so well. Loki loved that about us. We had discovered new sides of each other lately as our friendship had developed to this intense relationship. I had learned that he was dominating and I was surprised as I realized how submissive I was. It was a perfect combo.

‘‘You’re such a good girl, Y/N’‘ He purred happily and touched my hair with his hand, almost like he was petting me. Judging by the smug look on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. My underwear was most definitely getting soaked and I felt a familiar heat between my legs.

‘’Is there anything I could do for you, your majesty?’‘ I asked him with an innocent look on my face, teasing him on purpose. I looked at his face, nearly overwhelmed by his beauty. The flames in the room illuminated his features with an orange and golden glow. Loki looked absolutely majestic as he sat on Asgard’s throne.

His gentle touch turned rough as he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him. I put my hands on his knees so I wouldn’t lose my balance and it seemed like it was his plan as well. ‘’You have ignored me for the past few days, why?’’ Loki wanted to know, never letting go of me. His gorgeous eyes were locked with mine and I felt like I had to tell him the truth, like his look hypnotized me.

‘‘Oh’‘ My lips curved into a smirk. ‘‘I’m sorry, I’ve been busy’‘ I revealed as little as possible. Loki narrowed his eyes and hummed deeply, probably not believing me. I nearly gulped as he examined me so closely and it didn’t help the situation between my legs at all. He made me crave for his touch just like a fish needed water. 

‘‘Naughty girl, you’re lying’‘ Loki noticed, which was good. Partly, I wanted to be caught. He seemed darker than usual, like he had anger inside of him and he hadn’t gotten anything good to think about in a while. I batted my eyelashes at him innocently, hoping he’d take this situation further.

‘‘If your mouth can’t be honest, I’ll better put it into good use’‘ He got an idea that made my body tingle from excitement. He had total control over me but I fucking loved it. He knew me so well and I knew him which made everything even better. ‘‘Are you sure? Someone can walk in’‘ I whispered and looked around the gigantic area. No one was to be seen.

‘‘Let them’‘ Loki replied sternly and then grabbed my hand, placing it on his hard crotch. My eyes widened as I felt how damn hard he was, almost like he could barely contain himself anymore. Imperceptibly, I bit my lower lip. His dick was pulsing and I felt it through the material of his clothes. ‘‘Poor thing’‘ I teased and gave him a light, playful squeeze.

Loki took a deep breath and grabbed my hair tightly. ‘’No teasing’’ He growled deeply, almost like he got even hornier. I was more than happy to help the king out. So I pushed his robe aside so I could get better access to him. I began to pull down his black pants and Loki helped me by shifting slightly. I pulled down the luxurious fabrics until I could free his hard member.

I almost cursed as I saw his dick right in front of my face. Loki had a really long dick with the perfect thickness. His tip was rosy red and there was pre-cum there, making me eager immediately. ‘’Open up’’ Loki demanded, snapping me out of my thoughts. My mouth was watering by now and I was more than happy to part my lips for him.

Loki led my face closer to him and I took the tip of his member into my mouth, slowly giving him a lick to collect the pre-cum. It tasted salty and bitter in my mouth. My hand grabbed his shaft and I took more of him inside, deciding to be a tease and take things slowly. I watched as his facial expressions changed from the stern one to a more joyful look. He inhaled a sharp breath as I circled my tongue around him, knowing exactly what he liked.

‘‘God, you are so pretty down there, my queen’‘ He rasped almost quietly but it encouraged me to make him feel good. I bobbed my head a few times so I could tease his sensitive tip but soon I wanted to go further. I pushed my head even closer to him and hollowed my cheeks, causing Loki to grunt out in pleasure. It was like music to my ears.

Loki pushed himself inside me, hitting the back of my throat each time. I breathed through my nose because my mouth was absolutely full by his enormous length. It was quite obvious he was a God like creature. He was beyond perfect.

I made sure to hollow my cheeks as he fucked my face harshly. I gagged a few times but I managed to take it. Drool began to collect at the edges of my mouth and it slid down my jaw. ‘’Mmhmm’’ I hummed as his cock was deep in my mouth. The vibrations were something Loki adored. His beautiful, pinkish lips parted and he gasped in pure pleasure. He looked amazing as he felt good.

Loki’s raven black hair got messy and a strand fell on his face beautifully. His blue-green eyes turned dark like a stormy sea and his skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, giving him a slight glow. I pulled myself away from his cock but I yanked him off with his hand, rubbing my thumb on his tip each time I reached it. I could feel thick veins underneath my touch and the pulsating sensation as well.

‘‘I love your cock so much’‘ I admitted dirtily. Then I stuck out my tongue and dragged it along his veins. ‘‘Shit, Y/N’‘ Loki moaned harshly as he looked down, never taking his eyes off of me. I gave him a naughty look before licking his balls, knowing exactly how sensitive he was there. As my hand worked on his shaft, my mouth buried between his legs and I happily licked his most sensitive places. I kissed his shaft a few times, slowly climbing back up to his tip.

As I got to up, I took him into my mouth once again. Loki held onto my hair tightly and it hurt just the tiniest bit but I liked it. I jerked him off as I sucked his tip, whirling my tongue around him and moaning just to be extra. ‘’I’m close’’ Loki warned me, almost too loudly. I let him push my face as down as he could although it made me gag. It filled me with deep lust and excitement.

I bobbed my head with his help and I focused hard on pleasing him. His dick twitched a few times and that’s when I knew he was on the verge of spilling his load in my mouth. So I pulled my head away and took him to his edge by using my hands. I opened my mouth up wide.

‘‘Y/N- holy..’‘ Loki tried to speak but he couldn’t focus on his words. Suddenly his body tensed and the grip on me got harsher. Hot sperm flew out of him and I tried hard to catch it all in my mouth. Once again, I got a warm, salty taste in my mouth. Most of his cum landed on my tongue but some spurted on my face. I made sure to pump out each drop before I took my hand away.

I wiped the hot cum off my face with my thumb and sucked it off. Loki watched intensely as I swallowed everything, leaving nothing to waste. My jaw hurt a little bit but it was worth it. Loki was catching his breath as he was coming down his high. His cheeks got a little bit of color and he looked relieved.

‘‘Delicious’‘ I purred happily and popped my lips. Loki looked at me warmly for a while, almost happily. ‘‘Come here, darling’‘ He told me and helped me on his lap. I smiled gladly as I sat on his legs, wrapping mine around him. Then I rested my head against his as our noses touched lightly.

Loki was cool although he was sweaty. I thought he just wanted me here to sit but he had other thoughts. As I placed my lips on his, his hand traveled underneath my silky dress. My breath hitched in my throat as his skilled, long fingers touched my heat through my thin, soaked panties.

Loki broke our kiss so he could speak. ‘’My, my, is my queen aroused?’’ Loki chuckled quietly, his breath landing on my lips. My cheeks heated and I nodded, desperate for his touch that never left me disappointed.

He teased me by stroking his fingers against my slit. I gulped and realized I had to hold onto something. So I grabbed him by his shoulders and prepared myself for what was to come. He used his other hand to grab my jaw so I had to face him. The stern look was back on his ridiculously handsome face.

The next thing I knew was that he pushed my underwear aside and he pressed his fingers against my needy clit. A shiver ran down my spine and a wave of please hit me. Loki circled his fingers swiftly, making me melt for him. I struggled to keep quiet in here. After all, if I’d moan as loudly as in his bedroom, the entire castle would be filled with echo.

Loki used his magic and suddenly his fingertips were ice cold. The sensation of the cold meeting my hotness was blissful. I bit my lower lip harshly, drawing blood as I struggled to shut up. ‘’Don’t fight it’’ Loki whispered and I realized how darkly he was looking at me. His eyes had a shadow and his smile was vicious in a good way.

Out of the blue, Loki slid two of his long fingers inside me. That’s when I couldn’t control myself anymore. A loud moan left mouth and it echoed. My eyes widened and I tried to cover my mouth with my own hands, only to realize I couldn’t move them. Something was around my wrists. I glanced at my hands and saw handcuffs attached to chains. Loki had totally planned this!

His fingers felt incredible inside of me, rubbing against my wet walls with just the amount of pressure I craved and a little more. ‘’Oh, fuck Loki!’’ I whimpered out in awe, rocking my hips in the rhythm of his fingers. ‘’That’s right, say it again. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good’’ He growled with a raspy voice, suddenly eager to make me scream out his name.

I was in ecstasy as his fingers sunk inside of me and then pulled out, only to hit the sweet spot again and again. I attempted to drown my moans but Loki did everything in his power to make me moan as loudly as possible. A few whimpers escaped past my lips and I began to breathe sharply.

The pleasure he gave me was simply overwhelming. Loki curved his fingers inside me, only adding pressure to the spot I loved. I could feel my arousal soaking his entire hand and probably his pants as well. ‘’Oh my..’’ I gasped and gulped, happy to feel the knot in my stomach forming.

‘‘Come on dear, scream’‘ Loki whispered into my ear which caused goosebumps to appear all over my body. ‘‘It feels so good’‘ I moaned to him, wanting more but I was afraid I’d cause the guards to run inside in worry. I most certainly didn’t want to alarm anyone.

‘‘You’re close, I can feel it. You’re getting tighter’‘ Loki told me darkly. I nodded and cursed a few words underneath my breath. My brain was overpowered by the amazing feeling. As Loki finger fucked me on the throne, my wetness became evident. I could hear how much I needed him.

A smile appeared on my face as I thought about this. It was a very dirty and naughty thing to do, on the throne. But the rush it gave me was astonishing. ‘’Come on’’ Loki growled and added pressure, causing me to flinch. I squeezed his shoulders hard and gritted my teeth together.

His cold fingers hit my sweet spot hard, sending such a strong sense of pleasure through me and each time, he pushed me closer to the edge. After a few moments, I let go and felt as my orgasm approached me like a gift.

My walls clenched around his fingers and suddenly, I grew overly sensitive. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I couldn’t think for a moment. ‘’Loki! Yes..oh fuck yes’’ I screamed out his name. He seemed pleased as he accomplished that and for a while, I didn’t mind at all. Loki pulled out his fingers but it didn’t stop there.

He rubbed my pulsing clit slowly, making my entire body tremble. I flinched a couple times and tears stung my eyes because it felt so fucking amazing. ‘’You’re so gorgeous when you cum’’ Loki let me know, his words messing with my brain ever more. I focused on his fingers that made me feel like a true Goddess.

He let me ride down my orgasm before he pulled back his fingers. Then he held me on his lap, allowing me to gather myself before he’d do anything else. A few warm tears rolled down my face but they were happy tears. Loki didn’t notice until I sniffled. It caught his attention quickly.

‘‘Are you alright?’‘ He pried seriously and made me face him. I cracked a smile and nodded. The powerful orgasm had knocked me over and I was exhausted. ‘‘I’m more than alright’‘ I giggled and that made him happy. ‘‘Good. I thought I had hurt you which would never be my intention’‘ He admitted quietly and petted my hair again. I loved this. Loki was never soft to others. He was rarely like this to me but these few moments always melted my heart.

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Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I’m going to burn in hell for this but it’s worth it :)

Dating Steve and being Joyce Byers’ Daughter

Request:headcanons for being joyce byers’ daughter (middle kid so jonathan is Protective™) dating steve?

A/N: hope you’ll like it babe xx

Originally posted by dailytelevision

• oh how you would glance at him every single time Steve passed by you
• he was older, cooler, he was the king of the school
• And you were the Byers middle kid
• but he helped you with your books once and your heart melted
• and one day he flirted with you non stop, making you blush but reply sassily
• after the weekend it seemed like he forgot all of that and that made your heart break
• of course he wouldn’t like you
• you’re just a little girl and he’s King Steve
• you try to forget about your stupid crush on him
• but then your little brother goes missing and the Hawkins Lab is actually a place with another dimension after it
• and suddenly Steve comes by your house more often
• but always with Nancy by his side
• you couldn’t say you were friends with Nancy but you got along and you said hi to each other
• so when your brother goes with Nancy in the woods to “ set a trap”
• ( of course you weren’t allowed. The only thing you were allowed to do was breathing. Joking)
• he left you alone in the house
• And guess who came by
• Steve Harrington himself
• “ Nancy isn’t here and neither is Jonathan”
• “ who said I’m here to see them , princess?”
• You rolled your eyes and shut the door in his face and went to your room
• and again, guess who climbed on your window?
• Steve Harrington himself
• “ I don’t care what you say. I want to talk to you.”
• you gave him a skeptical look
• “ are you ok? I know it’s a stupid question because of all the things with Will but everytime I come by I feel like you don’t want me here at all.”
• “ you punched my brother. And I’m good. Why are you so interested about that?”
• and whoops he kissed you and you kissed back
• he started to make awful love declarations
• and you giggled and gave him a chance because again he’s King Steve
• And so it starts
• At first you guys are hiding ( especially from Jonathan)
• But really everyone noticed the lingering stares and the obvious “ subtle kisses “ behind the bleachers
• and one day Jonathan is taking photos
• just after you found Will and you guys went out to celebrate
• you’re waiting with Will to the hot dog stand to get something to eat
• And suddenly Steve comes behind you and kisses your cheek
• Little poor Will is shook
• he just stands there awkwardly and smiles
• But Jonathan comes fuming and almost punches Steve
• “ stay away from my sister”
• “ Jonathan..stop”
• “ you? You agreed to be with? With him?”
• “ no dumbass. He’s just my boy toy of course I did”
• “ Will.. let’s go home.”
• “ wait no hey! Wait!”
• “ Ooops”
• “ Steve shut up or I’ll kill you”
• Jonathan giving you the birds and bees speech back at home
• And telling you he supports you but he’ll break his neck if he does anything wrong
• And from now on everything is a bit cooler
• But there’s still a tension between them
• you guys would go as Bonnie and Clyde for Halloween
• Christmas together and being happy
• parenting the children with him and seeing him give awful advice to Dustin
• “ don’t trust him girls love a sweet guy.”
• “ just don’t care Dustin. Don’t.”
• you’re dancing with Dustin at the Snow Ball
• skipping school with Steve sometimes
• Assuring him he is a great boyfriend
• Uh ok but neck kisses and him scaring you are a must
• And you would drive in his car with music on and just forget about the world
• While Johnathan is still bitter
• You and Nancy becoming friends because guess who’s dating your older brother
• you becoming quite a group
• gushing about your boyfriends
• Your mom would be both happy and angry
• “ I heard things about him you know. But he’s such a kind soul from what I’ve seen.”
• “ yeah he is.”

Imagine a jinn just chilling with you and laughing at your memes and you didn’t even know it