show off your chest hair again

Let Me Show You

Author’s Note: I don’t where this came from but I’ve had this scenario in my head for days and I just had to write it. Sorry if there are any typos. I just wrote this on my phone in fit of passion. Also, I just started watching Hemlock grove so idk if I captured Roman’s character as well as I wanted, but oh well. Forgive me.

Rating: mature

Warnings: smut for smut’s sake

You were frustrated. You weren’t even convinced the word “frustrated” really encompassed the rage you felt towards yourself at this particular moment. It’s been awhile since your hands were able to get you off the way they used to. Recently, every time you were in the mood and you let your fingers slip down to your most sensitive spots, you would end up completely unsatisfied. No amount of flicks, tugs, or circular motions were enough to get you to the peek that you were desperately aching for. So it’s not even a surprise that you find yourself, once again, on your back and on the verge of tears.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon and you had the house completely to yourself. You thought that today would finally be the day you could reach that sweet high you’ve been craving. There was nothing pressing on your mind, no distractions, but after two hours of scrolling through endless porn videos and conjuring up every fantasy you ever had, it was still utterly pointless. So as you lay completely bare on your bed, throwing a tantrum, you were suddenly jolted from your thoughts by the doorbell. So with a huff, you pull yourself together enough to drag yourself to your front door.

And there he was.

The human embodiment of the sexual frustrations that have been pent up inside you in the form of a 6’4 man with the face sculpted by the gods themselves.

“What do you want Roman?” You say completely irritated. He was the absolute last person you wanted to see right now, especially now that the unstoppable throbbing between your legs somehow intensified even more since you left your room.

“Well, someone’s clearly happy to see me.” Roman teased, the corner of his full lips tugged into the infamous smirk that made every female within a ten-mile radius swoon. He pushed past you, and into your living room. The smell of his expensive designer cologne filled your lungs causing your eyes to drop for a second before looking back at him. He was completely unaware of the effect he had on you, but he could tell there was something off about you. Your breathing was heavier than usual and you were wearing a silk robe in the middle of the afternoon.

“So, what were you up to before I got here?” Roman asked as he circled mindlessly around the couch. Any other time you would be completely thrilled that he had come to you to spend his free time. But today was not one of those days. “Look Roman if you just want to shoot the shit, we do that another time. I’m busy,” you said bluntly. Roman spun around on his heels. He wasn’t used to you acting so unwelcoming, usually, you were the first person he could go to if he just needed someone to listen to him. He stepped up to you, so close his chest was almost next to yours. He took one of his long fingers and grazed it gracefully across your cheek. His big green eyes looking down at you, as if he’s never truly looked at you before.

“You know you can tell me anything. I’ve trusted you with more than anyone should. Let me be here for you.” He whispered quietly. You never felt so embarrassed in your whole life. Roman was here for you, willing to be your confidant, and the only reason you kept barking at him was because you couldn’t get yourself off.

“Roman, please. I can’t talk to you about this” you told him, backing away from him. However, he was able to grab onto your arm and bring you back into his space. Once again locking eyes. “I said anything,” he repeated slowly. Not being able to handle the intensity of his gaze, you looked down and whispered something he wasn’t able to catch. He leaned down, his ear now closer to your lips. “Come again?”

“God Damn it, Roman! I can’t get myself off, ok!” You yell at him. He shakes his head and you notice that he’s chuckling. “Are you laughing at me? See this is why I shouldn’t tell you shit. Everything’s a joke to yo-“ you were cut off by a swift movement. Before you were able to follow him, Roman has your back pushed against his chest and he begins kissing your temple. “Let me show you” he whispered. “I can help.” He pushed your hair away from your neck, tracing the length of it with his fingers. “Please?” He begged. Having little self-restraint, and feeling tired of losing the endless battle with your body, you willingly accept his offers.

He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom. Once there he kisses your hand before promising to return. You start pacing as you wait, wondering if this was a terrible idea and if an orgasm was really worth sacrificing your friendship over. But when he comes back to your room, carrying the full-length mirror from the bathroom, you were intrigued. He gently places it in front of your bed.

“Come here,” he says softly. You did as he asks and drags his hand from your collarbone and up your neck, forcing you to look up at him. He captures your lips in a kiss. His lips were so warm and soft that you could feel yourself melting in his arms. You feel his other hand move down to the tie of your robe, undoing it swiftly, and letting the silky black material fall off your body. He breaks the kiss the look down at you before looking back up at you through his thick lashes.

“A body like yours should never go unsatisfied.” His compliment made your heart race and you were more eager than ever to get his hands on you. You wasted no time pushing off his blazer and untucking his white v neck from his slacks. You loved the way he dressed. He was the perfect combination of sexy, classy and dangerous. But as of right now, all you wanted was to see these designer clothes littered across your hardwood floors. Once he was completely bare, he took the time to take off his newest watch, an investment you couldn’t even imagine making.

“Don’t want to get this wet.” He explained, placing the piece with his ring on the dresser. Then turned back to face her. And you couldn’t help but moan out loud at the sight. He was flawless. Every part of him was better than the fantasies you created in your head. “I want you, Roman. God, I want you.” You confessed. You started kissing down the smooth planes of his chest, lowering yourself with every peck. But before you could reach the place you wanted to go the most, Roman stopped you.

“I’m here for you.” He reminded you. Taking your hand and led you down to the floor. He moved your bodies so that his back was against the end of the bed, and your back was placed against his chest. He shifted beneath you slipping his long legs beneath yours and opened your legs. Looking into the mirror in front of you, you were displayed perfectly for him.

“I want you to watch me. You need to learn how to take care of this pretty little pussy of yours” he whispered into your ears. His fingers traced the outline of your lips and you let the long digits slipped through. “There’s a good girl.” He removed his fingers and brought them down your nipple. Circling around it so lightly, it almost tickled before roughly pulling on it, cause you to let out a gasp. He smiled at you through the reflection before continuing his ministrations. He lazily moved downwards until he got to where you really needed him. You were rolling your hips against him, not being able to sit still with his teasing. His fingers dragged slowly up from your wet opening to your clit. Then he starts circling around it at a slow and rhythmic pace.

“You like that?” He asked. He got his answer in the form of a soft moan. You reached behind you so you can grab his chocolate locks. Roman start nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear quite easily. He slid his other hand away from your nipple and down to your opening. Slipping two of his long and skillful fingers inside you. You had heard the rumors of the magical Roman fingers. But when he curved them to hit your spot so perfectly you almost screamed, you realized they were true.

“Look at yourself. You needed this didn’t you? You’re soaked.” You looked at yourself and you got the first glimpse of what he was capable of. Your whole body was on fire and your heaving chest and erect nipples were showing it. “I’m so close Roman. Please don’t stop.” You begged, grinding yourself harder against his length and his fingers. His legs kept you opened for him as both his hands worked tirelessly to get you off.

“Come on baby. Let it go for me, I know you can.” He encouraged. You reached the hand that wasn’t pulling at his hair to squeeze your own nipple. And with a few more seconds of stimulation your back arched away from his chest as your realase finally came. “Roman!” you screamed in ecstasy. Your orgasm hit you so hard that your whole body started convulsing. Roman’s hand slipped out of you and held you to his chest as his fingers kept circling around your clit, helping your release last as long as possible.

When your body finally stopped shaking, you slumped against his chest. You were completely spent. All those weeks of pent frustrations were finally gone and you never felt more relaxed. You turned back to look at Roman, his beautiful green eyes were completely blown.

“Do you want me to…” you trailed off. He shook his head and embarrassingly looked down at himself. “I already did.” You turned around to see he was right. The evidence was coated aross his chest and your back. You giggled a little. “The great sex god, Roman Godfrey, just came from having a girl grind on him?” You said teasingly. He lifted himself off the floor, shaking his head defensively. “You don’t get it. Watching a girl cum for you is just as sexy as getting blown. Especially if the girl is as gorgeous as you are.”

You made your way to your bed and by the time you got comfortable, Roman was back with a warm towel. Once you two were cleaned up, you guys made yourself comfortable on the bed. And with your head on chest and his hands in your hair, you let a “thank you” slip from your lips. You were so tired, you’re sure you imagined him saying “I’d do anything for you”.

You know what is amazing ? Truly amazing ? Is that we can go back and reading bleach KNOWING that ichigo had a crush that transformed into love for orihime . 

Like this ichigo ? 

Totally had a crush on Orihime 

And this ichigo ? 

ALSO totally had a crush on Orihime 

And this ichigo ? 

He is a dork trying to take care of his crush 



AND THIS ONE IS FUCKING PROMISING TO PROTECT HER . HER AND ONLY HER WHEN HIS OTHER FRIENDS WERE HURT TOO . Also in japanese culture this particular sentence hold a lot of meaning in the romantic sense . 

“ Ok ok I get what you mean “ you say to me “ But what about THAT ichigo ????” 


And this ichigo ? Crushed by Orihime being taken to Hueco mundo . 

LOOK AT THIS BOY LIKE CALM DOWN ICHIGO WE KNOW YOU LOVE HER BUT CHILL DAMN no but seriously look at his reaction rukia was about to die and yet his gut reacted here at the mere mention of orihime’s name ???? 

And look at this mofo seeing his love in slow motion hair blowing in the wind and shit 


And look at him not even being able to look at orihime in the eyes because he sees fear in the way she looks at him . God this breaks my heart 

Ok this heals my heart look at him being completely awestruck , look at Kubo represented her voice reaching out to him ! Look at his eyes GODFUCKINGDAMMIT 


Ichigo! You’re dead ! On the floor! You have a hole in your chest! like dude it’s not the time to think about orihime and how much you want to protect her oh god 


And look at him , puppy faced and all mushy mushy just because orihime cried for him . What a loser omg ichigo like be cool in front of orihime stop wearing your heart in your eyes your feelings plain for the whole world to see like that 

“ yeah I noticed you were real popular with the guys … not that it bothers … but you know… I’m just placing it in the conversation … like that … just to … you know… ANYWAY” 

We SEE YOU ICHIGO WE KNOW YOU NOTICED ORIHIME WAS SO POPULAR WITH THE GUYS AND IT BOTHERS YOU but except from keeping the creeps away from Orihime he won’t do anything about it because he always respected Orihime’s agency so much like this kid is so pure I love him god 

Look at him being awestruck once again by orihime . Thinking she is so great and amazing and his heart must expands so much knowing just how much her and chad care for him . He must be so grateful 

Omg don’t do this to him orihime he’s so in love with you SO IN LOVE . He cannot stand the thought of losing you because of tsukishima’s power look at how heartbroken he looks STOP ORIHIME STOP also orihime my love breaking through tsukishima’s ability just because OF THE STRENGTH OF HER LOVE FOR ICHIGO LIKE WHERE DO THEY STOP FOR THE OTHER OMG THIS IS TOO MUCH 

Once again look at him being all dorky and happy like a puppy just at seeing orihime !! He had just been beaten by Bach and was depressed he couldn’t protect everybody but POOF one look at Orihime safe and smiling and bam puppy eyes showing his feelings to the whole world 



And look at him comforting orihime like “ NO ORIHIME DON’T BE SAD NO” . Omg he is such a dork , he is so in love it’s killing me


Okay ichigo danger is over you should let her go now even if her hair is really soft and it feels really good holding her so close to you  



And most importantly the most in love with orihime of all those ichigo 



* spontaneously combust*


Isaac Lahey x Werewolf!Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Sexual content, teasing, fingering, nsfw.
Word count: 784

A/N: @thetruequeenofmermaids, tagging you because you love your baby lahey. ;>

Tags: @melanie451, @lildoog-ish, @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday, @peacefullytatted01 @motherlys, @greek-geek481

Isaac had left you hot and bothered from yesterday’s session, teasing you mercilessly before leaving you to ’handle’ your problem by yourself after he jumped out the window to go home again.

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Part 11 of Lance Bonding w/ The Lions!!!

They were on the castle. It was night time, indicating by the stars twinkling brightly outside the castle windows. Everything appeared to be normal. “Did Black mean to send us here?” Keith whispered. Shiro shrugged, about to respond, but Pidge cut him off. “Wait, guys…do you hear that?” The team listened closely. It sounded like someone was…crying? “Let’s go check it out.” The team walked down one of the castle halls, following the sound. The more they walked, the louder the crying was. They could hear sharp intakes of breath, the person sounding like they were on the verge of hyperventilating. The team walked faster. When the team turned the corner in the barely light hallway, they gasped as what they saw. It was Shiro. And he looked terrible. His back was against the wall, and his hands were in his hair, gripping tightly. His face was unnaturally pale, and the team could see a thin sheen of sweat coating him. His breaths came out hard and fast, sobs racking his body. The team stared in shock back at their Shiro, whose eyes hard and fists clenched. “Why would Black show us this? Why the quiznak would he-” “Shiro!”
The team turned to find Lance at the opposite end of the hall. Lance stood frozen as he witnessed Shiro in this state, but quickly recovered. He ran to his leader’s hunched form. “Shiro, Shiro! What’s wrong? Are okay, can you hear me?” Lance then lightly placed his hand on Shiro’s shoulder. Shiro jerked from his touch, grabbed Lance’s wrist, and punched him in the jaw. “Get the fuck away from me!” Lance stumbled to the ground, clutching his jaw and wiping away the blood that spilled from his mouth. “Okay, ow. Shiro, are you shitting me right now? Did you really have to punch-” “Please, I-I don’t want to fight anymore! Where’s my team?! Matt? Dr. Holt?” Lance’s eyes softened. “Oh, you’re stuck in one of your flashbacks…okay, buddy. I got you.” But as Lance tried to help Shiro up, he lashed out at Lance again. “Shiro, snap out of it! It’s me, Lance!” But Shiro was too far gone. He was still crying and his breathing became heavier and more ragged. Lance step his jaw. “Shiro, if you remember this, please forgive me.” Lance suddenly pounces on Shiro, and he immediately reacts. Shiro begins screaming and punching Lance where ever his fists can land, but it seems as Lance is unaffected by them. His fingers fly up to Shiro’s neck, searching. “I’m sorry, Shiro.” Lance then pinches a small area on Shiro’s neck. Shiro immediately does limp, and he is knocked unconscious. Keith stared with wide eyes. “What the-” “Pressure points.” Pidge simply explains. They watch as Lance pulls himself underneath Shiro. “Okay, buddy. Let’s get you to bed.” “How is he gonna get Shiro to bed? It’s not like he’s just gonna lift-” The team gawk as they watch Lance easily pick Shiro up from the ground and carry him to his room. “Shiro, you need to lay off the snacking, okay? You are like 50 times heavier then all my siblings combined.” The team follow them, and watch as Lance gently lays Shiro in his bed. Lance disappears into his bathroom, and returns with a damp rag. He brushes back Shiro’s hair and begins to wipe away the sweat and tears. Satisfied with his work, Lance then pulls the covers up to Shiro’s chest, even tucking him in. Lance lays a hand on his arm. “It’ll be okay, Shiro. Don’t be afraid to show your weaknesses or fears. If this ever happens again, I’ll be here for you.” The team suddenly finds themselves in the castle again, still late at night, but this time, they’re in the living quarters. They find Shiro as he was before, hunched over with sobs rocking his body. Lance quickly enters the room. “Shiro!”
The team find themselves in the training room, and the can see Shiro crouched in the middle of the floor, debris of droids everywhere. They can see Lance tripping over the parts, making his was to their leader. “Shiro!”
Black shows them multiple more flashbacks of Lance coming to help Shiro. Over and over again. Then, they’re back in the hangar with Black and the other lions. Shiro’s face is slightly wet from silent tears as he gazes at Lance’s still sleeping form. “Every time, he was there. And I hit him, but he was still there. I..” He trailed of as Black went to lay with Lance, along with the other Lions. “Allura, Coran? What does this mean?” Allura and Coran eyes were both wide and gazed at each other. “Princess, do you understand what this means?” Yes Coran, it’s just I never imagined that it would be-“ "Yes yes, I understand.” “Can somebody please tell me what the quiznak is going on?” Pidge interrupted. Allura gave a final glance at Coran, who gave her a nod. “It means that Lance has truly bonded with all the Lions. He has earned the respect and trust of the Lions by taking care of them and their Paladins, without seeking any thanks or reward. He did it simply because he wanted to. Because of this, he has formed very strong bonds with all of the Lions of Voltron. This means that Lance…” She was interrupted by a small groan. They all whip around to see Lance stir. Lance slowly blinks his eyes open, slowly sitting up. He yawns loudly and rubs his eyes. “Uh, what time is it?”

Come Here (Draco X Reader)

Type: SMUT

Warnings: Sexy, thigh riding Draco

Summary/Prompt: In which the reader is horny asf, but her boyfriend Draco is too busy with his paperwork to oblige with sex…

Word count: 562

Anon asked: I’m not sure if you do smut or not or if you’ve heard of thigh riding but I was wondering if you could do a Draco thigh ride imagine? If not it’s completely fine I understand! Xx

Hello lovely anon! You made my day, I had so much fun writing this one (my soul is damned to hell, I am aware). Enjoy!

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“Draco?” you said, pushing open the door to his study, and pouting when you saw him hunched over your paperwork.

“I’m a little busy right now, Y/N.” he muttered distractedly, shuffling through some papers. “These reports have to be done by the end of the week.”

“Can’t you take an hour’s break?” you asked.

“No, baby.”

“But I need you Dray, my vibrator isn’t doing it for me. I want your cock.” you whined, making your way over to him.

He turned bit his lip as he cast his eyes over you, dressed in nothing but one of his old white shirts and panties, showcasing your legs and leaving your boobs to spill out over the top.

“As very tempting as the idea is, my darling, I’m too busy.” he sighed, turning back to his desk. “Maybe later.”

“But I’m horny Draco, you haven’t fucked me in a week.”

He spun around on his chair to face you again, studying every inch of your beauty. It only took a few seconds for the man to realise how badly you wanted him.

“Come here baby.” he said beckoning you over as he slid off his blazer and let it fall to the floor.

His shirt was tight, showing off his arms and his chest, and you couldn’t resist tuning your hands up it as you sat on his lap, hands traveling upwards until they were running through his hair, tugging slightly on the ends.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them off, revealing your wetness which was spilling onto his designer suit, and you involuntarily bucked your pussy against the soft material, accidentally letting out a quiet moan.

“Does that feel good baby?” he breathed, lips trailing your neck.

“So good.” you gasped, grinding yourself down on his thigh.

His hands found your hips as he kissed up your neck, guiding you to rub yourself on his leg, the friction of the material against your most sensitive parts making you moan in desperation.

“Draco, fuck.” you groaned as he ripped the shirt down the middle, revealing your erect buds.

“Come on baby. Grind yourself for me.” he murmured, his voice husky and full of lust.

You threw your head back in bliss, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Dray, please touch me.” you panted desperately, bucking against his thigh.

He obliged almost immediately, one hand finding your clit and the other on your hip, guiding you along. His hand on your most sensitive part was beginning to make you see stars, and you groaned loudly.

“Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Draco growled.

“It feels like heaven.” you replied, your voice shaky. “You always make me feel so good.”

“Damn right.” he murmured, lips finding your neck as he kept rubbing you. “Come on doll, I feel you, come for me.”

You pressed yourself hard on his thigh, and suddenly shuddered, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Draco kept rubbing and you whimpered as you came down from your high, feeling oversensitive.

“Dray.” you whined softly and he pulled his hand away, pushing his fingers past your lips as you sucked on them.

“I made you come, seems only fair that you return the favour, love.” he smirked.

You grinned and slid off his thigh, sliding down until you were between his legs.


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Can you please do a jealous Loki imagine that turns into super fluff?


He saw. Oh he saw the way that man had flirted with you, so obviously and so desperately that Loki wondered were you just polite or dense for not noticing. Standing across the room – next to his brother, of course – he watched you mingle with the guests. Obviously he had nothing better to do. Very rarely did anyone approach him for a chat; it was mostly Thor they bugged. But you…You seemed like from a whole different planet, though Loki knew for a fact that your home is Asgard. The whole evening was circling around you – from the girls complimenting on your hairdo, servants constantly jumping to your aid and filling your empty glass, to the chivalrous men, who invited you to dance. You declined most of them though and Loki was pleased. It truly felt like acid burning his throat when you didn’t. All of your dates mysteriously slipped and fell, possibly broken their noses or at least a couple of teeth. Yes, how mysterious indeed.

With his arms crossed over his chest he lays in bed and stares directly at a dot near the door, his ears perking up once in a while when the music coming from ways down the hall dims or grows in volume. You had finally returned, happy, completely unlike him, and tried to talk to him but he was having none of it. The only phases that left his lips were curt and cold and he didn’t even plan on loosening up. You took out your earrings, folded your pearls, put away the dress and slipped into your night robe before blowing out the last candle and joining him in bed. Carefully you sneak across the mattress to find his cool body, gently running your hand on his shoulder.

“Loki…Don’t tell me you are jealous.”

“…Preposterous. There’s no reason I should be.”

He can practically hear you smile. Is there really a point in arguing? He sighs softly, you barely hear it, and turns and his fingers hook with yours. You lay on his chest, pulling away a couple of pesky strands of hair that fall onto his face. Though it is dark, the strange glow of his skin shines a blurry outline of his features. Loki hums. “Was showing off really necessary?” You ask lighthearted, referring to the slippery floors, spilled drinks and other more gruesome accidents of the evening.

“Again, my love,” He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it softly, “no idea what you mean.”

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The Witching Hour [4]

Summary: You and your husband Bucky move into your dream home, a few weeks after your marriage. You had no idea what you’d be in for.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: Scary and/or unsettling/disturbing content; aspects of a haunting; will contain angst and fluff - Implied smut in this one

Word Count: 1520

A/N: Part 4 today as promised earlier. This is my favourite part so far, and it’s probably the best written part. I’m not sure at this point if I will continue this fic, as not many people have been reading it. Or at least, not many are leaving feedback, or liking or reblogging. I have posts with 1200+ notes, but this one barely has 200 on each part. It doesn’t inspire confidence in my writing. 

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Notes- Tate is upset with Violet and you comfort him. You both realize that you share feelings for each other. Fluffy, there’s a cute kiss and cuddles. There’s like two curse words because it’s Tate. 

Words- 842

Requested By-  @justagirlwithblog

“I can’t take this,” Tate yelled as he stomped up the staircase. You had just gotten home from college that day. It hadn’t been that long ago since you bought the notorious so called “murder house”. You had just turned nineteen and had to get away from where you were. Your parents had died in an awful accident and you were left with all of their things. You pack some up and sold the rest which gave you the amount needed to buy your current home. Most nights you weren’t studying, you had to work until at least midnight to make sure you could keep up with the money needed to take care of your home. It was a good thing you didn’t have work tonight, seeing as how Tate is acting.

You threw your bag down on the floor racing up the stairs and calling out his name. A door into one of the rooms was suddenly slammed shut. You walked over to it and carefully opened  the door. No one appeared to be in the room, yet you could feel the ghost boy’s presence. “Tate, if you want to talk about this we can. I’m here for you,” you softly said aloud. Tate appeared in front of you. He looked angry and completely overwhelmed with emotion.  “What’s wrong,” you tentatively asked.

“She won’t stop being a bitch. Every time I try to do anything she just pisses me off or makes me feel like shit.”

“I’m assuming you’re talking about Violet.”

“She just treats me like I’m God awful and acts like I don’t already know that.”

Tate’s voice quivered as the sentence left his lips. He sat down on the ground and drew his knees to his chest. You could hear him start to cry and sat down next to him. “Tate, from what you’ve been like for the short time I’ve lived here you haven’t seemed like a bad guy.” Tate still sat there crying and didn’t even look at you like he normally does when you speak. 

You placed your hand on his back and started to rub up and down his spine. If he wouldn’t listen to words right now you’d just show him comfort instead. He moved closer to you and looked up at you before he wrapped his arms around you. Tate buried his face in your chest and continued crying. You played with his hair and waited for him to calm down enough to talk again. “You really don’t think I’m horrible,” Tate asked as he wiped his nose off.

“Why would I? You always let me vent to you and try to help me study and cheer me up.”

“You don’t know much about me though.”

“I don’t need to,” you said,”I only care about how you act now.”

Tate sat in front of you and looked you up in down. It was almost as if he was studying you and stopped to take in your eyes. Your eyes didn’t compare to his deep brown ones. They were beautifully dark and full of emotions. His hands slowly moved to yours and he gave you a glance as if asking to hold them. You nodded your head and he wrapped his hands around yours. “Maybe instead of worrying about Violet, I should worry about you,” Tate said.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you looked down at the floor. Tate pulled you into his lap and caressed your face as he placed his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and tender, which you didn’t expect from the usually snarky boy. You could feel your body give into him as you let out a low moan and parted your lips. His tongue found it’s way around your mouth leaving you to do the same to his. You parted so you could take in breath and Tate pulled you against his chest. 

“ I want you to be mine and I don’t know for sure if you feel the same way, but gauging by that kiss I’d say that answer is in my favor,” Tate said.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered back.

“Can we hangout for the rest of night,” Tate questioned.

“Of course, but let’s go lay on the couch and watch tv or something.”


With that, you both walked downstairs and took your places on the big, comfy couch. Tate laid down in front of you. Your body shaped around his and he pulled your arm over his side. He played with your fingers as you watched the television. He rolled over to face you and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. 

You could feel yourself getting sleepy and cuddle as close as you could against Tate. As you began to fall asleep you could feel Tate lift you up. He carried you to your bed and laid down next to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist as you feel asleep with him carefully watching over you.

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BTS Reactions - You make them play with your hair

You whine at your boyfriend as you lay your head in his lap. You grab his hands and put them on your head, nudging them like a act, wanting him to play with your hair again. You look up when he doesn’t immediately oblige.

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Bruce Wayne (BvS) x female reader- Secret Possession (Rated M smut)

Bruce keeps you his secret lover, the love of his life, using the women on his arms in public as pawns in his plan. Returning home to you he shows you how much he missed you. His little Princess, but have you been a good girl for Daddy?

Warning- Sexual content, Daddy kink, submissive reader, Dom!Bruce, BatDaddy, Oral (M/F), rough sex, punishment

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Almost Never Again | Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested: Nope

Requests: OPEN

Word Count: 1175

Summary: It takes you almost dying at the hands of an unsub to tell the man you love how you feel. Fluff

A/N: My first Spencer fic! I hope you all like it! Feedback and more requests would be lovely especially since I am still very new to this! Thank you for reading.

“Spencer,” You breathe your best friend’s name into his chest as he held you in a tight embrace, not caring if you got blood on his button up, tears leaking from both of yours and Spencer’s eyes.

“Are you okay? Can you stand?” He asks, pulling away a bit to inspect you. The unsub had done a number on you in the couple days you had been held captive before the team was able to find you. Spencer’s voice is quiet and raspy and he looks like he hasn’t slept a wink since you were taken on your way to the local police station from the hotel was staying at. Even though you and Reid had been partnered up by Hotch, he had left a bit earlier than you to try and get a bit more work done, so you had no doubt in your mind that he blamed himself for you being taken.

“My left leg is broken, I think,” You groan, trying to move the leg without success, “I’m pretty sure I am concussed, and I’m cut up pretty bad,”

Reid didn’t say anything in response, hooking his arm underneath your legs and hoisting you up to carry you bridal style out of the unsub’s cramped basement. By the time you got upstairs the ambulance that was called was coming to a screeching halt in front of the house and Reid was yelling for their attention to come and help you. Suddenly you felt like you couldn’t keep your eyes open and fatigue overtook you, whether from exhaustion or blood loss you didn’t know.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” Spencer said quickly has he climbed into the ambulance with you, EMT’s checking your vitals and yelling for the driver to step on it to the closest hospital. “Y/N!” Voice cracking, he grabbed your hand as your vision got blurry. A soft, “Please don’t leave me,” is the last thing you remember hearing before blacking out.

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Killian Jones Imagine- Jealous

ps * these gifs are not mine. None of the gifs are. All rights go to the original owner. 

Ever since the whole Neverland debacle happened Hook has been on edge. One of the reasons Peter Pan even lured the crowd to Neverland was because of you. You always have been a pretty sight for the eyes, it was only natural for him to take an interest in you. Hook wasn’t too fond of that idea. You and Hook had been together for a few months now, but his protect over you never relents. Everywhere the two of you went he has one of his hands on you or kisses you whenever another man walks by. 

You were sitting at the diner with Snow, sipping of a cup of steaming hot chocolate, when she decides to bring up the touchy subject. 

“So I overheard you and Emma talking about Peter Pan.”  she peers over at you. 

“What about him?” you swirl the peppermint hot chocolate around the mug avoiding the conversation. 

“I heard he kissed you. Does Killian know?” She takes your hand in hers. 

“No and I would like to keep it that way. Killian already has enough on his plate, I don’t deem it necessary for him to know at the very moment. “ 

“I don’t need to know what?” you hear Hook come from the front door. 

You could feel your heart start to race knowing that this was it. 

“Oh it’s nothing really.” you flash a timid smile at him. 

“Then if it’s nothing you won’t have a problem telling me.” you can feel his hand lightly grip your thigh as he sits down next to you. 

You stare at him blankly trying to figure out what to tell him. Honestly you didn’t want to kiss Peter Pan. The feel of his hands on your skin made you shiver. 

“Killian promise me you won’t get mad.” you wince. 

“Of course love.”

“Well when we were in Neverland, I was kidnapped remember. Well, I sorta, kinda, kissed Peter Pan. But it wasn’t like that!” 

Hook stayed seeming calm from what you expected from him. He didn’t jump out of his seat. All he did was stare back at you. 

“Oh. I see.” 

“Killian. I promise I didn’t want to. It was against my will. I was tied up.” 

That is what sent him overboard. He proceeded to jump up from his seat and start to pace across the creaky floorboards at Granny’s. The color in his face turned to a red fluster. His calloused fingers clenched tightly into fists. 

“I can’t believe he did that to you! I swear he ever lays a single finger on you again it will be him with a hook!” 

“Killian calm down.” you place a hand on his chest. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down. How can I ‘calm down’ when I know that he is still out there! Filthy boy thinks he can take what is rightfully mine. “ he backs away from your touch and starts to head out the door. 

“Where are you going?” you chase after him. 

“(y/n) come here!” his voice rings through the town square where there is a sizable crowd watching the fiasco. 

Killian takes your hand and starts to walk towards his apartment. The vibrant mid day sun leads the path. You can hear Killian mumble incoherent things but the only words you can hear are Peter Pan, show, mine, and kiss. Once you get to his apartment he slams the door and takes a longing look at you as if you have been gone for a million years. He bites down on his lip and takes a small step closer to you. Your heart skips a beat and he strides toward you his hook pushing you back up against the door, his other hand entangling in your hair. His lips rough and intense crash into yours, your breath hitching and he gently pulls your hair. You grab the edge of his collar with one of your hands, the other falling on hie chest, bracing yourself from falling. The kiss was the best one you have ever had, the kind that made your toes curl inside your shoes. 

“It seems as if I have won Peter Pan.” he mumbles in-between kisses. 

“Are you jealous Killian?” You cock an eyebrow at the love stricken pirate. 

“Me? Never. Just showing the world that you are mine and mine alone.” He kisses you again and sweeps you off your feet before walking over to the couch. 

anonymous asked:

Could you do 7 with Reggie please

“You make a good pillow.”
Reggie looked down at you and smiled.
“I try my best,” he replied, causing you to grin. “But you know what would be better than me being your pillow?” You hummed in response, a tired way of asking what. “If you got more sleep at night.” You sat up and rolled your eyes.
“You know I can’t.”
“Why not?” he questioned, frowning. “You need sleep. I’m more than willing to let you sleep on me, but this isn’t good for your health.”
“I’m just really busy, okay?” you frustratedly explained. “Call me too academically ambitious or overly involved, but this is my life. I’ll stay up until two in the morning everyday if I must.”
“But look at you,” he gestured at your exhausted form. “You’re sleep deprived.”
“So what?” you retorted. “It’s worth it for a perfect GPA.”
“No it’s not!” Reggie exclaimed, grabbing your hands in his. “It’s not worth it! The longer this goes on, the more your health will decline. I don’t want to see you get any worse.” You bit your lip and frowned.
“Why do you care?” You tried to remove your hands from his grip, but Reggie wouldn’t let go. “Why does this matter so much to you?”
“Because I love you!” he almost screamed. “I’m in love with you, and it hurts to watch you do this to yourself!” Taken aback, you couldn’t think of how to respond.
“Reggie…” you trailed off, opening and closing your mouth dumbly. He released your hands so he could cup your face. Frowning, he placed one strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Please, (Y/N), take care of yourself,” he whispered. You bit your lip and nodded. Slowly, Reggie drew your face closer to his. When you showed no sign of resistance, he connected his lips with yours. It was a soft and short kiss, only lasting for a moment before he pulled away. You smiled up at him, and he pulled your head into his chest.
“Now use me as a pillow again,” he commanded. “You need rest.”

Chris Evans One Shot: Just Like This

From an anonymous request. Major fluff warning ahead. As in, extra syrup on your pancakes.


Admittedly, interviews weren’t Chris’ favourite thing but after this many years in the business, he could usually deal with them with a fair amount of patience and grace. They were just one of the less desirable aspects of the job, and he got over that a long time ago. However, just lately, he’d found his patience wearing a little thin, and again, today, he could feel that tell-tale frustration bubbling up inside him as he sat in front of this latest interviewer. If the man-bun, hoop earring, and skin tight jeans with ripped knees weren’t enough, the guy was British and kept calling him ‘mate’: it was taking all of Chris’ self control to not roll his eyes at him. Then he was getting frustrated at himself! When did he get so old and grumpy?!

Chris was about to mentally shake off this mood and attempt to be a little more friendly and open. But then came the line of questioning Chris definitely had little to zero patience for, even at the best of times.

‘So, I have to ask you, mate, how does it feel being engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world? And that’s been made official, by many magazines, many times by the way,’ the interviewer laughed at himself. As if Chris wasn’t aware of how many magazines ‘honoured’ his wife-to-be with the top spot on their 'Hottest Woman in the World’ lists.

Chris took a deep breath. Internally.

'It’s… well, I obviously know how beautiful she is so it really just confirms everything I already know. In her line of work, that sort of attention comes with the territory, especially when she walks for Victoria’s Secret. But, you know, all the hottest woman lists in the world don’t show how funny, intelligent, compassionate she is, or what a positive presence she is in my life and the lives of everyone who has the pleasure of knowing her.’

'So you managed to bag the whole package then? Does she have a sister you could talk to for me,’ he actually winked as he said this, before laughing loudly as his own joke. Again.

Chris forced a smile and a few hollow chuckles, 'Sorry dude, no sisters available.’

How much longer?


Chris pulled the car into park on his driveway and rested his forehead against the hands gripping the steering wheel. The day had been draining and not for the first time, Chris wondered if it was time to retire from acting. He wasn’t getting any younger, as Mr Man-Bun had inadvertently reminded him today, and he was getting married this year with hopefully a family following not too long after. Maybe it was a conversation he needed to have with you, sooner rather than later.

Heaving himself out of the driver seat, he shouldered his bag and headed for his front door. Stepping through, he tried to shake off the weird mood that had settled over him. He’d known forever how superficial his industry was; the constant references to appearances shouldn’t have bothered him so much. But he hated that your relationship was reduced to being the Hot Hollywood Couple.

'Hey babe!’ your musical voice rang lightly through the hallway from the TV room.

Chris smiled to himself, dumped his bag next to the table in the hall and walked through the open archway to his left that joined the hall and the TV room. The room was set up exactly for what you were currently doing: laying back on one of the oversized reclining couches, watching some trashy TV, snuggling with an equally laid back Dodger. You looked over the back of the couch as Chris’ footsteps approached and he looked back at you, really took you in. You had a pair of grey track shorts on and one of his softest tshirts, completely swamping your frame. Your face was scrubbed clean and hair up in a high ponytail. The ends were still damp from, Chris guessed, a fairly recent shower. The image in front of him couldn’t have been any different from the Victoria’s Secret shows, or the magazine spreads, but this was easily his favourite version of you. The one he would propose to over and over again.

Chris hopped over the back of couch, springing off one hand and landed next to you and Dodger, arm instantly snaking around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest before planting a smacking kiss on your forehead. You rested a hand against his chest and looked up at him, angling your mouth towards his, wordlessly asking for a proper kiss this time, please.

He willingly complied and you sighed contentedly, cuddling into him.

'Good day?’ you asked.

'Better now,’ Chris replied, suddenly realising just how true that was. You fell into comfortable silence and Chris pulled your legs up from the recliner so that they spread across his lap and you were perfectly tucked into his body.

'Hey Chris, you know we said we’d go out tonight?’

'Yes,’ Chris replied, elongating the vowels, like he knew what was coming.

'Well, do you mind if we just stay in instead? I’m super tired and my period started today so I kind of just want to be lazy and watch shit TV.’

'I would love nothing more than to stay in and watch shit TV with you. Do you want to order a pizza and follow it with a pint of ice cream?’ Chris smiled down at you.

'Jesus Evans, stop it with the dirty talk,’ you playfully slapped your hand against his chest, 'You know me so well.’

'I try,’ Chris honestly replied, before pressing his lips softly against yours, 'You know I love you right? And not just because you’re the most beautiful woman on earth?’

You pulled back a little to look at him properly, your brows knitting together and one of your hands cupping his cheek, 'What’s got you so serious? Everything okay?’

'Yeah, everything’s fine. I just… I love you. On the runway, on the red carpet, but also just like this.’

You looked down at yourself, slightly amused, not sure where all this was coming from but willing to humour him, 'Just like this? No make up, in my comfy shorts with holes in and a tshirt I plucked out of your laundry hamper?’

'Especially like this,’ he whispered with his forehead pressed against yours, like he was telling you a secret, 'because I don’t have to share this version of you.’

'Hey, you don’t have to share me at all…’ you were getting a little worried. Something was clearly bothering him, so you wracked your brain. Then it dawned on you.

'Have reporters been asking you about us again?’

'It doesn’t matter. I just need you to know that we’re more than our fame, you know? This is us, right here, this is real.’

You were silent for a moment, searching his eyes, your ring catching your eye in your peripheral vision. He was right, of course, this was perfectly real and it was way more than what was in magazines and on the internet. You knew that to your very core, and you knew he did too, but that sometimes, he just needed to get his thoughts out of his head and into the open.

'Babe, this is the most real thing in my entire life. I love you, with my whole heart, and when we’re not famous and we’re old and boring and just spend all our time looking after our kids and our dogs, I will still love you.’

'Always?’ He wrapped a large hand around the wrist of the hand that rested against him cheek and turned his head to kiss your palm.

'Always,’ you repeated with a firm nod, 'Okay?’

Chris breathed deeply, 'Okay.’

'Good. Now get out of your head and order us some pizza please. I’m starving.’

'Yes ma'am,’ he grinned.

City Girl (Final)

Originally posted by imaulusoyist

Summary: Laying in bed with a certain ginger leads to confessions.

A/N: The highly anticipated part 2 is here

Pairing: Archie x reader

Warnings: Archie being a little fluffball, panic attack

The sheets were wrinkled around your sweating bodies, still damp from the previous night. Sunlight peeked through the cream colored curtains and glistened in your eyelashes, slowly waking you up like a fairytale. You felt calloused fingers on your hips, and you slowly turned onto your side, looking at the charming Archie to your left. His eyes fluttered open, and you met his hazel eyes.

A smile creeped its way onto his face and you couldn’t help but give one back.

“Morning, Archiekins.”

Archie groaned slightly, his morning voice rough and deep. A smirk was on his face and he looked around the room, then back to you.

“Morning, City Girl… I’m guessing Veronica isn’t home yet.”

You snuggled into his chest and put your head onto his chest.

“No, I don’t think so. Can I ask you a question?”

You felt Archie nod against your head.

“How did you and Ronnie date?”

He let out a sigh, and you could feel it where your head lied. You brought up a hand to rub his back.

“One of my best friends said she loved me, and I didn’t wanna ruin what we had. So I said I didn’t love her and to prove it to her, later realizing I tried to prove it to myself, I dated Ronnie, that girl’s best friend. We really had something special, but I wasn’t fully there. When I noticed the girl I liked, her name is Betty, was moving on with my best friend, Jughead, I didn’t like it. I broke up with Ronnie so I could date Betty, but she was angry I lied. Then, when I went back to Ronnie, she didn’t accept what I had to say. My group broke up for a few months, and we just recently got back together, but nothing is the same.”

You tilted your head to look back up at Archie, seeing eyes slowly fall from his eyes. When some finally fell, you scooted up to kiss them away. Your hand lied on his jawbone and you kissed his cheeks. His breathing got slightly lighter and faster, his eyes clenched tight as hot tears began falling faster.

Slowly and cautiously, you began to straddle Archie and you took one of his hands and put it on your bare chest, over your lungs. Your other hand gently traced his cheekbone and face. You leaned down and put your forehead on his.

“Follow my breathing, Archie. In… Out.”

Archie opened his eyes and you could see the panic. You gave him a gentle smile and continued breathing. After a few minutes, you could tell the fear was gone and he was back to normal.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I asked.”

Archie shook his head, taking his free hand and running it down his face.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry I-”

You kissed Archie soft and quick. When he tried to apologize again, you kept kissing him over and over until he stopped.

“Don’t you ever apologize for feeling, Archie. If you didn’t have feelings, you’d be a game show host.”

He let out a light laugh, and you slowly fell off his chest, still keeping your hands on his chest. He pulled you under the covers, so he could watch you. Your hair fell into your face, and he moved it behind your ears. The time stopped between you two. Archie leaned in to kiss you, and before it could go farther, he pulled away.

“You know what happened between me and Ronnie, and you know why I did it. And I get it because you know now why you’d say no. But, do you wanna go on a date with me?”

You felt a bright smile pull on your face and you leaned in, giving Archie a passionate kiss. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You said between kisses. Archie gave you a warm smile, and some pretty cool hickeys too.

dreams ; matt murdock

summary: matt wakes you up from a nightmare after he hears you screaming.

warnings: mention of blood/torture/violence, swearing.

word count: 551

authors note: i’ve recently become obsessed with daredevil send help

Of course you had been tortured before. Going out with Matt Murdock meant that these things happened to you, no matter how hard he tried to prevent it. Every time he put on the suit you knew there was a chance he wasn’t coming back and that you were at risk. Matt knew this as well but both of you knew that he couldn’t stop what he was doing.

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Grey is the new definition of sexy

Hey, hey! This is my involve in Malec week 2017. Hope you’ll like it.

Day one: Future scene


Summary: Alec sports his first grey hair, but Magnus reassures him it’s fine to have them. 

Alec woke up strangely relaxed this morning. None of his sons had woken him up, demanding food or something else. Angel knows, Rafael and Max had strange ideas at the early morning hours. Alec was used to wake up with the sun, but lately, as he reached his mid thirties, he liked to sleep in. Especially, when Magnus’s body kept him warm in their big bed.

Alec looked at the electric watch standing on Magnus’s night stand. It showed a little bit past eight. It made him confuse even more. Were his boys still asleep at such late hour for them ? Or were they up doing Angel knows what.

Alerted by the mysterious silence going in their home, Alec got up and went to the living room. His boys weren’t there, only Chairman Meow, their old cat was sleeping on the red plush couch, Magnus conjured from his apartment in London. He deemed it worthy again, after five years of not using. That, or he actually listened to Alec, when he told him that the couch was good for the shadowhunter’s back, when he got back from long training. It was just amazing.

There were some sounds coming from the kitchen. Alec went there, suspicious as hell. His boys, despite being fifteen and twelve didn’t have a hand in the kitchen. They were just as hopeless as their other father and aunt. Though, you had to give it to Max, he could conjure any food he wanted, from where he wanted, as he was skilled warlock.

As he entered the kitchen, he found his both sons eating bagels and drinking fresh juice. When they spotted Alec, they smiled widely, and Max conjured the same food and drink for Alec.

“Morning, dad! ” They said in unison, flashing him wide smiles. Alec smiled back, before he kissed the top of their heads. “Papa still asleep?”

“Yes,” Alec confirmed, biting down on a bagel. It was good. Alec felt Rafael’s eyes on him. “What?”

“What’s that in your hair? Did papa make you highlights?” Alec’s confusion grown more, as he went to the hall, where the oval mirror from the sixteenth century hung on the left wall. He looked closer at his hair and then he spotted.

A few strands of grey hair were decorating his right part of hair.

Alec couldn’t believe in what he was seeing. He had the first grey hair. He was getting old. The realization hit him hard, tears built-in his blue eyes. He fought so hard to not let them escape.

“Dad? ” He heard the deep voice of Rafael behind his back. The young boy placed his hand on his arm. “Are you ok? Daddy?”

“You haven’t called me that in years, Rafe.” He replied, blinking twice to not show his son the weakness he had for a moment.

“Good morning, sweet peas! ” Magnus’s honey voice filled the hall, before he came to stand next to Alec and Rafe. “Oh, Alexander, I know you’re beautiful and all, but why do we stare at you in mirror? Shouldn’t we like eat breakfast?”

“Papa, dad has some highlights in his hair. Did you magic them up? ” Rafe asked, looking questioningly at his other father. Before Magnus could answer, Max joined them and looked at Alec’s reflection.

“It’s grey hair!” The blue skinned warlock pointed out. “Dad, you have grey hair, like grandpa Robert. You’re so old!”

Two kids laughed remarking Alec about his old age. They didn’t see, how this remark was hurting him, but Magnus saw. He scolded them both and sent to the kitchen. When they were alone, Magnus pulled Alec into his arms and kissed the top of his head, where the grey hair remained.

“My Angel…”

“I’m getting old, Magnus. They’re right.” He sighed in Magnus’s black shirt, which Alec could have sworn belonged to him. “Soon, I’m going…”

“If you finish this sentence, you’ll be sleeping on the couch at least for a month. And I’m not talking about the red couch you like so much, I’m talking about the couch in my study. The one you hate.” Magnus warned him, tickling his sides. “You’re getting older, but I can promise you, Alec, you’re getting older just like a fine wine. With age you’re even better.”

“Oh really? ” Alec bickered. “Soon, I won’t be able to keep up with you in bed.”

“That’s not possible,” Magnus ruffled Alec’s hair. “You will always be my match in bed, darling. Even without your stamina rune. You can always…” Magnus trailed his hand down Alec’s chest, until he stopped it at the line of his sweatpants. “keep up with me.”

“Perv.” Alec nudged him in his ribs. “Our sons are behind the wall, Magnus. I don’t want to scare them for life. They’re just little kids.”

Magnus just laughed.

“And so what if you’re getting old, Alexander. Your grey hair are sexy.” Magnus turned Alec in his arms so they could see their reflection in the mirror. “Just look at you, so gorgeous, handsome, sexy as hell. Mmm…I thought that you were beautiful before, but now, you are so drop dead gorgeous. You make me hot inside, Alec.”

“Is there anything else in your mind besides sex?”

“Nope. When I see such a hot man in my arms, with the trace of his fine age, I can’t stop myself.”

“Fine age?” Alec asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Mhm,” Magnus once again, trailed hands over Alec’s chest. “The finest. And I can show you, how much I love your fine age, Alexander.”

“Papa! ” Voices of their sons interrupted them their subtle fun. “We’re still here!”

“And I believe it’s time to see you off to the Institute. Your grandmother will give me grey hair, if she won’t see you in the morning.” Magnus laughed, as he ruffled hair of his sons. He snapped his fingers and he created a portal in their living room. He kissed Rafe and Max’s foreheads, telling them to be good for Maryse and Robert and waved them goodbye, as they stepped through the portal. “Now.” He said, as they were alone. “I believe I promised to show you, how I love your fine age, dearest.”

“Yes, you have. “Alec licked his lips, as Magnus walked him to their bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

Maybe Alec was getting old, having his first grey hair. But as long as Magnus still loved him and found him good for himself, he could live with it.