missing so many but oh well


You know, when I say “heartbreaking,” you say that the heart is a muscle so it…it can’t break, it can only get crushed. Isn’t it heart-crushing?

listen i wanna see hunk and shay in a long distance relationship pls im beggin

  • What if hunk makes a communicator for her so she can talk to him whenever she wants and vice versa?
    • Shay sends mostly texts because he knows Hunk can be in a battle somewhere or on a mission so she knows that Hunk won’t respond right away and he can read those texts when he’s out of danger
      • Her texts are all lowercase with several exclamation points because she’s incredibly happy and bright! She also tries to use emojis but when she DOES look through them most of them are earth stuff and she asks about them
      • Shay: hunk, do you know what this is ???
      • Shay:  🥞
      • Hunk: Those are pancakes, a delicacy on Earth!
      • Shay: oh !!! pancakes !!! they sound delicious !!!
      • Hunk: They absolutely are!
      • Shay: you can cook, right ??? do you wanna make me some pancakes next time you are visiting ???
      • Hunk: You can’t see these tears but I am crying and I love you
    • Hunk prefers video calling! Shay prefers that too but she knows that she doesn’t know exactly when to call him because of obvious reasons
      • They talk about stuff that’s happened in their lives! Fighting, ceremonies, etc.
        • Hunk loves talking about maths and engineering and earth and food, and Shay loves learning about new things! Since her people have been freed from the Galra, she’s been learning about the Balmeran culture and history, and she LOVES to talk about her going on adventures and exploring the surface of the Balmera
        • She high-key loves it when Hunk rambles on and on about maths because she loves learning and she loves Hunk and Hunk explains things so simply and passionately and she thinks it’s so CUTE
      • They can talk for literally hours on end
      • Shiro: *knocking on the door politely* Hunk, you’ve been talking to Shay for like 3 quintants. Please go to sleep.
      • Hunk: Sorry! Shay was just telling me about the Balmeran history and-
      • Shiro, who LOVES history: Wait what? why didn’t you tell me I love history!
      • *insert montage of Shiro learning about the Balmera, to the tune of the Mii Channel music*
  • When they DO meet up, they’re just together all the time like omg they missed each other so much
    • They take like, 3209489024 pictures, mostly selfies and stuff of their lil adventures on the Balmera, or just chillin in the Castle of Lions
    • Shay loves snapchat filters
    • In fact, they both love trying to get filters on the other’s face without them realising it
      • Their stories essentially become competitions for how many candids they can take of the other with filters on their faces
      • Shay is incredibly good at sneaking up and taking those photos tbh. She usually wins

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The Breaking Wheel (J_Baillier) - The instant classic. Prolonged, nuanced medical angst. The best. (and the 7PercentSolution & J_Baillier sequel On the Rack  )

Lunar Landscapes (J_Baillier) - This author is a genius. And this work has practically every colour of Sherlock angst/whump that exists.

Fratros, Eros and Agape (emma221b) - John finds Sherlock bleeding in Magnusson’s office. What happens next (is glorious)

Harmless Things (J_Baillier) Scorpions do horrid things to Sherlock

All the Best and Brightest Creatures (wordstrings) - This is epic; and heartbreaking and beautiful. So beautiful….

My Will’s Not My Own (SailorChibi) - Read the warnings. This one broke my heart; oh Sherlock. It’s never his fault… 

The Dying Detective Remix (SailorChibi) - When will Sherlock EVER ask for help.

Whenever it’s right (Aliea) - John sees a beautiful man with green eyes on the train. And then the train explodes…

Electric Pink Hand Grenade (BeautifulFiction) - Everyone knows this one. The greatest brain in the world gets the world’s worst migraine…

Dangerous Mould (Benfan) - (Near) death via a petri dish

Raison d’etre (AmphigoricSymphony) - This is like the War and Peace of Sherlock whump. Bloody Mary…

Lopov (AmphigoricSymphony) - Mycroft saves a brutalised Sherlock in Serbia

Addicted to a Certain Lifestyle (sfmpco) - Another fill-in-the-gaps after Sherlock’s collapse at Baker Street during HLV.

Your Visible Ghost (anactoria) - Read the warnings. Sherlock goes missing and John receives a video message…

Staircase Wit (splix) - Sherlock just keeps getting beaten (up). And asphyxiated. Quite beautifully.

The way it was meant to be (whitchry9) - John leaves Sherlock for just four days. And of course; pneumonia.

Fever (thecommonplaceofexistence) - John leaves Sherlock again. Sherlock gets pneumonia. Again.

How to torture John (Dlvvanzor) - Read the warnings. Seriously. Read them. This is Sherlock whump but almost equally John.

The Yellow Poppies (SilentAuror) - Mary is a bad person. Sherlock suffers.

Rush (Valxyri) - Sherlock gets drugged with a massive overdose

In The Silence (ScopesMonkey) - A longer saga (Sugerverse) is worth the read but this section is quite angsty and Sherlock gets concussion. Chapters 3 – 5 esp.

A More Vicious Motivator (ShezzasCompanion) - Read the warnings. Sherlock returns from Serbia and well, things just go from bad to worse…

Perfectly Fine (cabintardlock) - Sherlock gets ill and like an idiot hides it from his doctor…

Pain Management (TheGracefulBlueCat**) - Missing scenes from HLV most about pain and angst and trauma. **So many of this author’s works are wonderful Sherlock / John whump which I am not going to list here but recommend…

The Game has Changed (youtextd) - Mycroft arrives in Serbia too late to save Sherlock from terrible, long-lasting trauma. This is the story of how John and Mycroft help Sherlock back.

Not the King’s Men (StoneWingedAngel) - Oh god. Sherlock :-( this is as far as you can go before Sherlock is too traumatised to recover…

Getting Over It (The_Cool_Aunt) - Something’s not quite right with Sherlock. John starts to notice…

Finger Painting in the Dark (whitchry9) - Read the warnings. Moriarty gets his hands on Sherlock and well… it doesn’t go well. At all.

Tears of the Violinist (SUPRNTRAL LVR) - Moriarty steals Sherlock again. It’s brutal.

Cleansing (CumberbatchCritter) - John stumbles across Sherlock detoxing after being in hospital for so long. It’s a painful process.

Confessions (hockeylass) - John and Sherlock hit the road on a case; and then everything goes to hell.

Not Quite in his Right Mind (BakerTumblings) - Sherlock gets a head injury and it’s a shock for John…

No Incentive So Great (thisprettywren) - Sherlock argues with John. And then gets kidnapped. John is awesome.

The Fix (peg22) - Sherlock goes out for milk. And is injected with heroin.

Blind-Spot in Your Intellect (Only_1_Truth) - Sherlock tests a drug on a military-trained flatmate with PTSD…

The Emergency Contact series (blueink3) - Who Sherlock has as his Emergency Contact when he gets hurt, changes over time…



And a Doctor (StillWaters1) - One of my absolute favourites. Sherlock whump too.  Doctor John everybody; stand clear.

De Ses Cendres (Amphigoric Symphony) - Tortured epic saga where Magnusson goes after Sherlock and well, everybody suffers. Endlessly

The Third Brother (uglycrow) - Another favourite. John gets wounded during a visit to the Three Garridebs.

The River Variations (withoutawish) - John gets hurt during a Three Garridebs encounter and Sherlock fractures

Into Dark Waters (Breath4Soul) - (TFP) John waits for Sherlock in the Holmes mansion’s well. He runs out of time.

We go anywhere but to the ground (geordielover) - Read the warnings. Sherlock is gone and John…. breaks.

There but for the Grace of John Watson / The Boys of Baker Street (skyefullofstars) - Parts one and two of a trilogy where John is kidnapped, drugged and becomes addicted and Sherlock is tested to the extreme. Bonus Sherlock whump amongst this sweeping narrative.

Reaction (Blind_Author) - Read the warnings. What happens to John before the semtex and vest incident at the pool.

Triage (scullyseviltwin) - John gets shot. Sherlock falls apart. The aftermath of that…

Handle With Care (TheGracefulBlueCat) - John gets attacked with a scorpion. What is it with these men and scorpions??

Very Good Indeed (stillwaters01) - John diagnoses what toxin he’s been drugged with and has seconds to guide Sherlock to saving him.

Deal (Basser**) - John underestimates his injury and scares Sherlock (**this author does lovely whumplets)

Vital Organs (firstdrafted) - How can John whump be so goddamned sweet. This is lovely

His || Jungkook || 0.5

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Grandpa Jeff

Backstory: The group is playing a 13th Ages based system, and we had a quest to steal a painting from a king’s palace. It was decided that Loki, my character, was to sneak into the treasure room with my Invisibility Cloak while the rest of the party, save for a lawful good man who wanted to party the night away, created a distraction. After sneaking past the guards, I found myself in a maze, confronted by a guard.

Guard: *is standing in a doorway*

Me: *Rolls and misses to stab him in the throat*

Guard: *Looks around* Who’s there! Show yourself!

Me: *rolls to lie and passes with flying colors* I… am a SPOOKY GHOST!

Guard: AHHH, please, don’t kill me!

Me: I will not kill you, mortal, if you guard me to the treasure!

Guard: Okay… follow me.

Me: *follows*

Guard: What’s your name?

Me: Jeff?

Guard: Wait, Jeff? I had a great grandpa named Jeff!

Me: Guardy? My great grandson!?

Guard: GRANDPA! I can’t believe it’s really you!

Me: Yeeees….

Guard: So, where’d you hide the treasure

Me: Well. Death has made me forget many things…

Guard: Oh.

*we get to the treasure*

Guard: I leave you now, Grandpa.

Me: Thanks?

Later, the rest of the group is being chased by the city guard’s trolls through the maze I was in earlier. They bump into Guardy.

Guardy sees the trolls and starts running as well. We meet up and Guardy starts talking to me.

Me: Want to join us, kid?

Guardy: Yes, please!

Rest of the group: Did we just adopt a NPC as a pet?


4/2 Interview with Yuzuru and Shoma after the Worlds gala. Translated by @cantilovertranslations

Y = Yuzuru, S = Shoma, I = Interviewers

I1: Congratulations!!

Y and S: Thank you!

I1: Hanyu-senshu. Your free was unbelievable.

Y: Thank you.

I1: After getting 5th in the short, how did you get over it and have a strong mentality for the free (literal translation: how did you switch your feelings)??

Y: I actually did not prepare myself mentally (literal translation: I did not switch my feelings), and it was my fans’ voices and the voices of support from my team that motivated me.

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just another coffee shop AU

So this was part of a not!fic challenge but it ended up as more of a fic than a not!fic, so I’m posting it here. The challenge was to put a trope in my inbox and I’d tell you about the story I’d write. (Honestly, I’m tempted to adapt this and try to do it as orig fic, haha) So enjoy.

It’s harder than you think to get a job in a little podunk town that’s mostly home to fishermen. Dex takes what he can get, and what he can get is a job dishing out lattes and scones at the little pretentious coffee house that vacationing yuppies love to frequent on their way to Maine’s outlet malls. It’s barely a living, but Dex doesn’t need much.

He serves coffee one day to the preppiest of the prep – a luxuriously coiffed writer who tells him that the coffee shop has the perfect atmosphere for inspiration. Dex snorts. This is a guy who wears his stubble purposely rough, to achieve some kind of effect. He probably wears “pre-distressed” clothing (although right now his outfit’s actually really sharp, with this vest over a fuzzy, tight-fitting sweater.)

The writer challenges him. “Come on, you have to have a little poetry in your soul?”

“I sold my soul for a three-dollar latte,” Dex replies.

The man laughs, and goddamn, even his teeth are perfect.

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Buckle Up

Buckle  Up

1: “Its midnight! Where the hell were you?”
2: “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

This was a normal routine recently. Him disappearing in the evening and wouldn’t make it until in middle of the night, when his lovers head would already be resting on his side of the bed. Snuggled up in one of his overly sized plain shirts. Lace panties, a noiseless signal of what could have happened the night if he had just shown up.

Hair done just the way she knew he adores, clipped and sprayed in place.  With a bare face, because she finally felt at peace with the fact he loves her without it. Because him constantly assuring her that he loves her without anything, had finally jammed through the crakes in between her skull to her brain.

And yet he was a no show, even after the countless texts sent his way to remind him of the special day, the special day that she had organized to the last nano second. Dinner, followed by a movie she knew he loved- even tho she could count a hundred and three other things to do then watch it- with wine trailing behind, which would only of course lead to them together in their shared room.  

She even texted Chris, to make sure Chris knew of their plans and wouldn’t bombarded them with surprise plans- she knew Sebastian couldn’t decline an offer from one of his brothers he only got to see on rare occasions. She was always his second choice, probably always would be…

Her soft hiccups echoed throughout the four walls, it wasn’t her fault they had drifted apart. Work, work just got in the way. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had to take Elizabeth to the banquet as his date and not his girlfriend, because work had kept her three hours extra. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had decided that praising some other women’s cooking then her owns, she never had that much time to cook for him, not that she should be forced… it wasn’t her fault.

She turned around, sleeping on her back. Her pupils drifted from one figure on the wall to the next, she needed a distraction.  Something to take her mind off of him.

She stood up, walking with a pitter patter rhythm to the master bathroom.

Washing her face, she dried it with the paper towels perched up in its place, before walking out to the kitchen. She at least needed to get something in-

She froze in place, all the blood in her body going raw. Sebastian was opening the lock. Not knowing how to confront him, she bolted it back to their bed room, but it was too late. Sebastian had already opened the door.

“Hey beautiful.” He whispered, probably because the next door neighbors had filed the second noise complaint. “What are you still doing up?” He asked, carelessly taking his combat boots off, then his coat followed suite. He ran his fingers through his hair when he turned around meeting his lovers eyes.

“Hey,” She croaked, she didn’t know what to do. He had basically stood her up and didn’t seem quite bothered by it.

“I’m so thirsty.” He complained walking into the open kitchen, coming to a slow stop once he saw the dinner table transformed into a five star restaurant. The table was covered in red cloth, the decorative design looked like it was hand picked, as the edges were half circles with a red candle melted half way through, two plates that were filled to the brim with food now half eaten, as well as forks and dull knifes sat parallel to each other- albeit had some food particles decorating the silverware. Wine glass and half drunk bottle nestled into a woven basket. “What’s this?” He asked, turning around pointing to the set table.

“Anthony came over and we just… yah.” She lied, her words strained and forced. “He was loads of fun.” She continued, memories of her stress eating the food came flooding her mind.

“You cooked for Anthony?” Was the only thing to come out from between his chapped lips. As he turned around. A glass of water forgotten. “You’ve never cooked anything for me-”

“Why are you-?” She choked, her voice weary.

“What else happened,” Rubbing his hand over his face, Sebastian moved closer to (Y/N) her warm brown chocolate orbs stared right back into his dusty royal blue ones.

“Nothing.” She answered curtly.

“Nothing?” Sebastian scoffed, giving her a one over, his white plain shirt giving him perfect view of her red lace bra and panties, “Nothing?” He repeated, more aggressively. “Nothing?” He chanted, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up harshley to take a glimpse of her panties- just in case his mind was playing tricks on him. “Nothing?” He questioned, letting her shirt go, she stepped back in fear. He was a big man, wide and muscular, anything he did when he was angry had always sparked fear under her heart.

“I said nothing Sebastian!” She hollered back, pushing him away from her as he advanced to get closer to her.

“Nothing? That half eaten bread says something happened!” He pointed to where he would only assume Anthony had sat and eaten, “Those half filled wine glasses sure say something happened.” He laughed bitterly, running his hand through his hair walking back and forth trying to adjust to the news. “Hey, come back here I’m not done talking to you!” Sebastian wolfed, walking past his retreating girlfriend. “I said-”

“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” Sporting an angry voice didn’t only seem fit for Sebastian. She whipped around, her voice and breathing raised an octave.  


“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” She repeated, he stood star struck, why was she angry with him? His girlfriend just had dinner in his apartment without his knowledge- and god knows what they did together alone.

“I was out with Elizabeth-”

“Of course you were.”

“The hell are you complaining about, you had dinner with one of my friends-”

“Your an eye sore.” She complained, “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!” Like that the young brunet walked faster to their shared apartment, going strait into their closet and pulling a change of cloths for him. “Come back tomorrow for the rest.”

“You do realize that this is MY apartment…” Sebastian barked, pushing his spare cloths back on the ground from her hands.

“Fine then I’ll leave.” She answered. Pushing his large frame away from her. If anything, the man before her gave her an unsettling feeling at the moment. She had never felt unsettled around Sebba. As a matter of fact, she always found refuge in between his open arms, and solace when their lips molded together.

Pulling her back, Sebastian glared into her eye, “The hell happened with Anthony?” Seb roared while shaking her shoulders with each of his words.

“Nothing you idiot!” She slapped him away from her, shoving him to the side, “Because I lied. Anthony was never here! That dinner table was set for your sorry ass, but no, Sebastian Stan was way two busy hitting it off with Elizabeth Olson.” She grabbed her phone and wallet from table beside the door. Quickly shutting it once she grabbed her slippers and ran down the stairs. Sebastian hot on her trails.

“(Y/N)!” Sebastian chocked, as he tried to run after her. “It’s not what you think,” he whispered, watching as her retrieving figure disappear into the shadows of his apartment complex.

“-What about your relationship, how’s (Y/N), I believe that’s her name right?”  The press never had proof that she was real, that she really was dating the Sebastian Stan. They only knew her when Sebba would accidentally let a few words slip without having much time to think about them.

“She’s doing fine,” He rubbed his thighs before looking back at the reporter.

“Is she watching you right now?”

“I doubt it.” Stan laughed, thinking of other things you could possibly be doing by now.

“How would your cast describe your relationship?” The reported pressed, leaning the mike to Elizabeth who was practically giving it away that she knew something.

“Just last week he bought her a promise ring!”

“Elizabeth, please don’t-”

 "She wouldn’t mind,“ Olson assured shushing Sebastian up. "He bought her this infinity blue gem promise ring, we had to spend days together to just find the right one.”

“Wow, your really serious.” The male reported chuckled. Looking back at Olson, as she nodded her head like crazy.

“You wouldn’t even believe it.” She continued on, “We’ve been ring shopping for almost two months now!” Elizabeth giggled, “I’m surprised she didn’t think something happened.” Olson nudged Sebastian to the side, “Don’t  you want to say something to her?”

“Uh…” He broke under pressure. Especially if one of them was a lie he kept from all his crew members. It’s almost been a week since she disappeared on him. No trace no nothing. He texted about a hundred times a day, left voice mails endlessly. Even tried to call her mother, but apparently she didn’t pick up. As if matters couldn’t be worse, when he drove the eight hour road to go to her moms place, the new owner of the home said the former people who lived here had moved out a month ago prier to this day. “Call me,”

“Well, this is all we have for you, up next Chris Evan-” The TV went dead silent, a small mist of a rainbow left as the residue of colorful screen turned off. She looked behind her, her mother bringing a cup of coffee.

“So, how’s Sebastian?” Her mama asked, sipping her tea. “I’m really sad he couldn’t make it.” Her mom grumbled. “Was really looking to see him again, such a sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” The young lady sighed. Grabbing her phone and going to one of the many missed phone calls he had left. “He’ll be here soon.”

“Oh I hope, dear.”


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I am seriously concerned about the casting directors on Reign...

Guys, are they ok? Are they even trying? Do they think we’re stupid? Have they employed a script adviser to check the consistency of what they’re making? If they have, they need to fire them real quick, because whoever they are hasn’t seemed to realise that CATHERINE’S CHILDREN ARE ALL REAPPEARING AS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PEOPLE who are WAY TOO OLD!

Let’s take a trip down memory lane to the good old days when Reign was kinda alright.

Remember this little guy? This lil’ cutie from Season 1? Lil’ Charles. Just in case this picture doesn’t make it quite QUITE clear that this person is a young CHILD, here’s another one: 

He’s tiny right, I mean Megan Follows is small, and he barely reaches her shoulder. Ok good, we’ve established that Charles in Season 1 was a young child of around eight years old. Good stuff.

Now I know Reign has a habit of stretching, embellishing and basically destroying history. Mary and Francis are supposed to be like 14 at the start, and clearly they’re older, but that’s ok, that’s fine, we’ll roll with it.

 The show begins in 1557:

Nice, some fluffy goats and fluffy clouds just to prove this. I’ve done my research people.

So in real life, ol’ Francie Boi was supposed to die in 1560 after being King for roughly one year

And sure thing, as I said, Reign likes to stretch history like, BEYOND the breaking point. So it’s entirely plausible that on the show Francis was king for a little bit longer, maybe we’ll give him an extra year or two. Which means the next time we see young dude Charlie he’ll have aged… hmmm around five years or so? He’ll be approx 12, right? 

WRONG! What the FuCk ma dudes, this guy right here is NOT CHARKLES I don’t know who he is, but Catherine and the rest of them should all be really concerned, they’ve been hella duped! He’s frickin old enough to fool around with this random chick

He’s aged like 10 years in 5, and NO ONE EVEN NOTICED, not Catherine, not Francis, not Mary, and especially not anyone in the writing or casting department apparently. 

Now let’s move onto Elisabeth, Catherine and Henry’s eldest daughter, dis chick from the pilot

Remember her? The one who married the Spanish dude, and then they had to have sex while a whole lot of old men watched, and Mary and her lil’ sweet naive buddies got all hot and flustered cos they were sneakily watching too? Yeah that one.

As you can see, this woman is clearly a BRUNETTE. Well, apparently Spain has really changed Elisabeth. Like, REEAALLY changed her. So good to see her back in 4x01! She goes by Leesa now, she’s blonde and older and basically looks like a completely different person…

Oh Wait.

I guess Catherine just has so many children she honestly can’t keep track and doesn’t even notice when they return to France looking like they’ve endured intense plastic surgery to reconstruct their faces, or somehow age them enormously.

Catherine has the names of all her children written in her bible, although her youngest son Hercule is missing, but I think the camera has just cut off the bottom of the page.

 At the end of Season 3, Catherine brings back this dude below to lowkey threaten Charles with MUrdEr (the most ooc Catherine has ever been, honestly this show is just…)

Now god knows who this one is, I mean it could be Lil’ Henry making a comeback from Season 1 when he was blonde and cute (see below) and got kidnapped by his insane potato-sack-wearing half sister

If so, he too has had a significant dye job at the castle salon. Except whoever this kid is in Season 3, he can’t be Henry because he’s considerably younger than Charles

I mean, what’s the deal? Charles gets hit by the ageifying-ray gun, but his little bro Henry doesn’t? How is that fair?? They never actually mention him by name, so possibly it is Hercule.

Which would mean that this hunky blonde dude Megan’s been posting on her Instagram and captioning with “My boys”… 


This makes absolutely ZERO sense, I do NOT understand. The casting directors and writers of Reign either don’t comprehend human viewer intelligence and the ability to pick up on the ENORMOUS INCONSISTENCIES THEY THROW AT US WITH WORRYING REGULARITY, or they themselves have serious memory issues. Or possibly they just don’t care. I really don’t know.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way to watch Reign now is by ignoring these massively aged characters, ignoring the yawn storylines, ignoring when the only original characters we have left suddenly rewrite their whole personalities; I’m looking at you Catherine ‘I would literally die for my children’ de Medici, suddenly going, ‘Oh yeah Charles, I have loooads of other sons, don’t you forget that, I might just kill you to become regent again, k, love you, bye.’

I’ll just focus on the pretty clothes and Megan Follows’ profound talent to somehow make something out of this steaming pile of insanity.

Long story short, the only thing Reign is consistent at, is being inconsistent.

Even so, I’ll watch it every week cos I’m total trash. Rip me.

Who is ready for all the emotions because I most certainly was not

Alright here we go

Let’s start off with the thumbnail bc it hurts already, cool

Could they sit any closer?

Caspar: Guess what, guys, I got Mr. Sugg to come and film a video with me


Look at his happy little face

Caspar: It’s so good to be back with you, buddy, I’ve missed you so much

Caspar: We lost our roommate-ness about…

Joe: About a year ago


And it still hurts

Bless them

So close

Cut because it gets long and filthy

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Snanger (Severus x Hermione):

{As you can see my Snanger list is long :D}

Remione (Remus x Hermione):

{My Remione list is short}

Lumione (Lucius x Hermione):

{This is a mixture of SS/HG/LM as well}

  • A Gift of Love By madeleone
    ~ This is a SS/HG/LM fanfic.  But it’s more a HG/LM fanfic.  I love it. {Complete}
  • The Librarian’s Assistant By madeleone
    ~ Another SS/HG/LM fanfic, but again it’s more an HG/LM fanfic that turns into M-M-F.  So good. {Complete}
  • In the Name of Science By StBridgit
    ~ LM/HG This is a Marriage Law fanfic and I must say it’s really good.  Lucius is so in character it’s awesome.  {Complete}
  • The Bespoke Witch By glittergrrrl05
    ~ It’s a Lumione but also a Dramione fanfic.  It’s really interesting, it’s ooc though, but I really love it. {Complete}
  • A Great Task of Solitude By Laurielove
    ~ Hermione is in charge of cataloging the Malfoy’s Library, searching for dark magic books.  Lucius has become a recluse after the war, and having Hermione now showing up everyday he seems to open up and regain who he once was.  {Complete}
  • Miles Away From Any Warm Feeling By AnnettePoudre
    ~ Hermine is kidnapped one night by Death Eaters, she is gifted to Her Potions Master.  This is a SS/HG/LM Fanfic {Complete}

{My list is short for Lumione as well.  I read some really awesome ones that I had believed I saved and I can’t for the life of me find them.}


53. Veronica Lodge x Fem!Reader

(gif credit: velmadinklev & phebobuffay)

Summary: You meet Veronica at school. She’s rather intrigued by you because she can’t quite pin you down.

Note: If you want, listen to Paul Anka’s put your head on my shoulder, and you are my destiny. It’ll make the imagine ten times better ;)

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that awkward moment when you’re late to your own countdown because school is intense… i’m still posting the rest of the days, so look out for those!

i like to think that “don’t stop me now” is always playing in the background of the chuugakkou verse

(and i was planning to draw a lot more people but there’s so many so i was like naaaahhh… perhaps another day)

[day 7][day 6][day 5][day 4][-day 3-][day 2][day 1]

Capable of Change - 5 (Savitar!Barry/Reader)

Imagine, remnant Barry getting asked out by you and he decided to say yes…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

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“That is not true!” He smiled as you stood up holding a dvd in your hand.

“I can’t help that Monty Python is over quoted and over done.” He told you.

“But this is the Holy Grail. Everyone likes the Holy Grail.”  You shook the dvd case in front of him.

“I’m not everyone.” He smirked.

“Fine, what movie is the best to you?” You crossed your arms. He opened his mouth to speak but the sound of someone at the door stopped him. You moved to go answer it but his legs stayed stretched out resting on the table in the way, “Dude…”

“Pay the toll.” He smirked as you nudged his legs again.

“There’s someone at my door. Move.” You smiled at him.

“Pay…the toll.” He said slowly his face not changing as you rolled your eyes, “They’re going to be waiting a really long time…”

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.” You leaned down giving him a kiss. He let you pass walking for the door.

He leaned his head back watching you. After a few days of getting somethings in order for his plan to work, he’d taken you to dinner. He had concluded that he was a god, he should be able to get what he wanted.

He felt happier than he had in many years. In the cage, he had been so consumed…He shook it off when he heard you speak, “Dad? Hi! What are you doing here? Did I miss a call?”

He watched you hug an older gentleman as he stood up listening, “Oh I was in the area and thought I’d stop by to catch up, but I see I’m interrupting.”

“Right…no you’re fine. I actually…I want you to meet him.” You smiled looking over to Allen, “Dad, this is…uh…well this Bartholomew Allen, and this is my dad, John.”

“Bartholomew, don’t hear of many of those.” John reached out his hand to him.

“And that’s why everyone calls me Allen.” Allen took his hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah…You must be the mystery guy she’s mentioned, but never reveals.” John smirked and it was then that he could see the resemblance.

“Dad…” You blushed a little shutting the door.

“What? I gotta embarrass you when I can. You’re always so busy now.” He walked over to one of the bar stools in the kitchen taking a seat.

“I find it hard to believe that Y/N gets embarrassed.” Allen crossed his arms smirking at you.

“Please don’t get him started….” You whispered scratching your forehead.

“You know I might be old.” Your father looked at you both, “But I still can hear.”

The next few hours were spent in good conversation and laughter. He’d gotten you to laugh before but the way your father made your eyes crinkle, it was something special. The more time he spent with you them more he realized how much he’d forgotten how to live.

“I love you peanut.” John whispered kissing your head as you lingered holding onto him.

“I love you too dad.” You smiled letting go finally.

“It was really good to meet you sir.” Allen held out his hand.

John took his hand firmly, “You seem alright Allen…take good care of my girl.”

“I’ll do my best.” Allen smiled stepping closer to you noticing your cheeks flush.

“You two have a good night.” John turned to the door opening, “Oh and Allen…”

“Yes sir?” He stood up straight as John looked back at him.

“It’s the Holy Grail…” John smiled a little, “Sometimes watching it with the right person gives you a better perspective. Have a good night.”

Allen looked at you smirking at him, “So I take it…”

“We are totally watching that movie.” You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck, “Thanks for not running away.”

“He’s your dad, it was bound to happen. Though I do wish I would have had a little prep time.” He said placing his hands on your hips as you leaned up kissing him.

“Well you did great.” You moved your hands to his chest give him a pat, “You get comfy, I’m gonna make some popcorn.”

He pulled you back to him as you stepped away. When you looked to his face you saw him biting his lower lip in a mischievous way, “So I know of a few places that I can get comfy here, you’re going to have to get more specific.”

“Oh well…I mean…we could go about anywhere you want.” He smirked drawing closer to him, “Did you have a favorite place in mind?”

You yelped as he scooped you up into his arms heading for the stairs, “I do.”

You smiled a while later you moved resting your chin on his chest staring up at his face. He smiled at you before reaching over brushing hair from your face, “You are so beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You blushed a little leaning into his hands, “You know, I could get real used to this.”

“To what?” He asked letting his thumb rub against your cheek absently.

“Waking up next to you.” You watched him smile more. You moved to your knees looking at him for a moment before swinging your legs off the bed.

“Where you going?” He moved with you letting his hand trail up your bare back as you searched for something to put on from the floor.

“I am going to make us something to eat. We never had dinner.” You looked back him.

“It’s midnight…stay in bed.” He stared at him.






His stomach let out a loud low rumble, “Uh…”

“I’ll be back.” You pulled on your robe before leaning down giving him a kiss, “Just relax.”

Relax. He sighed watching you disappear from view letting his head rest against the pillows. Yeah…he could get used of this too.

You came back with some hefty looking sandwiches. He took his as you set yours on the bed walking over to the small tv, “No…really?”

You looked back at the whining man, “This movie is happening…even if we fall asleep watching it.”

He sighed before taking a bite thinking back to what your father had said to him, which got him thinking about her father in general, “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can.” You sat down picking up your sandwich.

“Your dad…” He looked at you as the movie started in the background, “He’s…sick?”

You took in a breath nodding slowly, “Yeah…cancer.”

“I’m sorry…” You looked at him as he put his sandwich on the bedside table, “It’s bad isn’t it?”

“He’s doing okay, but…doctors aren’t hopeful.” You told him frowning, “You could tell?”

“I’ve been around sick people…” He told you, “He seems like a healthy guy…is it genetic?”

“Uh actually no.” You picked at your sandwich, “You’re right he’s really healthy…was…but three years ago he was at work and that …thing blew up. You know the science thing STAR Labs.”

He listened as you went on, “He was affected like those special people, but…instead of getting fast or…cool powers. His genes mutate too fast I guess. The doctors have tried radiation, surgeries…it always comes back.”

He shut his eyes frowning, “Y/N…I don’t…”

“It’s okay.” You looked at him, “My brother and I we’ve come to terms and so has my dad. Doesn’t make it much easier but…well…you can’t change it.”

“Y/N…you know if you need anything…ever.” He trailed off.

You smiled scooting closer to him looking at the tv, “I know…”

He put his arm around you. The pair of you fell silent watching the film. He smiled every time you started to mutter some line.

Your dad was right…sometimes perspective can change with the people you’re around.

an au where Julia survived ravens roost and searches the country looking for magnus until she accidentally joins the BoB would be so good because imagine her noticing this fucking orb holding a fish strapped to her husbands waist and shes like “babe wtf”
and Mags is like “oh! you cant have dogs here on the moon so this is my pet fish! his name is- oh.”
“his name is what?”
and Magnus looks at her all sad like “Stephen. his name is Stephen.”
and Julia loses it like “you named your FISH after my DAD?”
“omg dads gonna lose it when i tell him”
and Magnus gapes at her bc hed assumed Stephen had died in Ravens Roost but no, he lived too. he works in Neverwinter now, in someone elses shop. Magnus wonders how many times hes been in Neverwinter and potentially walked past Stephens shop without realizing
god damn i need this healing au. why did Julia have to get fridged im so sad

Mothman and the Merman

Klance Fanfiction

5900 Words

Completed Oneshot

a crack fic taken seriously 

Summary: Keith is mothman and Lance is a merman he met once a long time ago. They are reunited in college, but are unaware of each others alternate form. (pretty much pining!mothman!Keith and pining!merman!Lance)

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So Many Legs

Thomas Jefferson perked up when James Madison’s ringtone poured out of his phone. The weekend was just about over, and he was wondering when Madison would want to get together. Jefferson grabbed his phone off the coffee table and answered with a cheerful; “Hey, hon!”

The answer he received was not what he was expecting. A few shaky breaths, then an even shakier; “Thomas.”

Jefferson quickly glanced around for his wallet and keys; Madison did not sound good. “Hon, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Madison said, through the word was too rushed and breathless to be convincing. “Just…. There’s a centipede. In my house.”

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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.