industrial ring

10

“Do you remember it well?” she asked.

“Halo?”

“Yes. Do you remember the one from your story?”

“It is still vivid in my mind,” I said, closing my eyes. “Those massive bands reaching up like arms into the sky: they were bluegreen and rich with life within, and a cold ashen metal without. I can still see its shape, twisted and fractured in the cracked viewport of my ship. I remember watching it shrink into the distance just before we left.

Even back then, when machines of that scale were ordinary and expected… Halo took my breath away.” [Halo: Fractures - Epilogue]

Loki falls to Midgard from the void and starts getting as high a job as possible so he can have as much money as possible. This just so happens to come in the form of him using his knowledge to work his way up the ranks of Stark Industries, eventually working with the great Tony Stark himself, and forming an attachment to the genius. When he’s attacked by the Ten Rings, Loki outs himself by using his magic to find him and bring him back, saving Yinsen and Tony. Tony was there long enough to have the idea of Ironman form though, and proceeds to make it to save the people overseas. Loki unearths Obadiah’s scheme, and they both balance each other’s mental problems out, finally ending with a healthy psyche for each of them.

During Spiderman Homecoming

Me during the first 2 hours: HAHAHAH INNUENDOS. PETER PARKER TAKING LOVE ADVICES FROM AN A.I LADY. HAHAHHA PENIS PARKER. HAHAHHAHHA DADDY!VULTURE.HAHAHA TONY STARK GROUNDING HIS APPRENTINCESON/LOVE-HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH PETER PARKER. AND NOT TAKING SHIT FROM HOWARD’S PARENTING STYLE.

Me during unexpected cameo: HOLY SHIT. PEPPER THE BADASS MOTHERFUCKING POTTS CEO OF STARK INDUSTRIES. AND A RING FROM A SECRET SINCE 2008. HAPPY HOGAN YOU LITTLE SNEAK. AND AUNT MAY BELCHING OUT AN ‘F-WORD’

Me during the end credits: I’LL FUCKING RIP OUT THE PATIENCE OUT OF YOU.

anonymous asked:

BDSM! TYING UP! PEIRCINGS!

(YESSIR I LOVE ME SOME LIGHT BDSM. GOD DAMN. SO HERE WE GO. Piercings I’m not really about other than ears, I’m really partial to small gauges or industrials. Lip rings are kinda hot and same to eyebrow studs. Hate nose piercings. But here’s a short ficlet. Warning:smut and fluff ensue. Hope this is good.)


Stiles panted heavily, the feel of ruff stubble scraping along his neck and jaw, leaving splotches of red as Derek nosed lazily against the throbbing pulse point of Stiles’ neck. Derek loved to scent mark Stiles, short beard against the pale, mole-dotted skin of his mate. He stopped every so often, kissing the star- marked canvas that was Stiles’ chest and shoulders before sinking his teeth in and sucking, dark marks blooming in his wake. Stiles was behaving so well that evening so Derek planned to spoil him, taking measures to do every little thing he knew his mate enjoyed, earning gasps of pleasure and sharp intakes of breath as his wolf rumbled happily.
“You’re being so good for me, Stiles. So good while I have you tied up all pretty. So well behaved.” He flicked the rope binding his lover to the bed posts playfully before briefly palming Stiles exposed cock, keeping his own hips rolling slowly, a lethargic tempo sending ribbons of heat down Stiles’ spine.

“Tell me what you need, babe. I wanna hear you say you’re mine, then I’ll do what you like since you’ve been so good for me, pup.” Derek kissed his lover’s lips, fingers ghosting over the blindfold obscuring Stiles’ vision.

Stiles moaned, head thrown back as Derek pushed into him again.
“Please, can I touch myself, sir? I’m yours, only yours. I want you to come inside me, right now. I can’t last much longer.” Derek silenced him with another kiss, claw flicking out of one finger carefully to cut the ropes binding Stiles’ arms.

“You’re doing so well for me, so pretty and tight Stiles. Go ahead, but you’re not allowed to come until after I do. Understand?” Stiles nodded quickly, not hesitating to stroke himself as his boyfriend picked up the pace, waves of electricity crashing through his body with every thrust. He could only hear the sound of skin against skin and his own gasps, deafining and overstimulated due to the blindfold heightening his other senses. Derek hissed in pleasure as Stiles tensed up, coming as his jaws sank into the flesh of his mate’s shoulder, the taste of iron and salt mingling in his mouth.


Stiles moaned out again, thick ropes of white coating their bellies. Both panted heavily, Derek’s head was spinning but he knew he had to take care of his boyfriend. He gently pulled out and carefully removed the blindfold; Stiles was clearly blissed out, and still reeling from his orgasm. Derek untied the ropes, massaging the irritated skin before kissing each wrist affectionately, sapping his lover’s pain with his werewolf powers. He cleaned them both off with a wet cloth before slipping on a new pair of boxers.

“Babe, do you need anything? You feeling good? What can I do for you?” He questioned, wrapping his mate up before propping him up on soft pillows. Stiles nodded weakly, drained but satisfied as Derek could judge from his scent.

“Water would be good. Then cuddles and sleep.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.”

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