yes that is an ice cap

work for it | reggie mantle (riverdale)

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request: can i ask for a reggie x reader where he tries to ask her out but plays hard to get? thanks! :)

it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.

you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.

tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours. 

we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.

“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.

“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.

you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.

“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.

it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.

he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.

you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.

its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.

he had everybody fooled, except you.

“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”

he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt

“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”

you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table

“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.

“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy

he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.

you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.

“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.

“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave

“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.

“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.

she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”

she ignores you staring off behind you

“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.

you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”

“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet

“what now?” she snaps

you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”

her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends 

you laugh clapping your hands together

“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”

your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me” 

“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.

“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”

she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”

“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle

she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.

you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.

you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him

“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.

he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.

he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.

arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”

you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.

“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest

“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend

“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”

your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said

a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.

“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”

archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”

you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain

“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.

she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells

you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers

“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.

“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.

a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens

“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh

he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.

“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously

you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”

his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams

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anonymous asked:

Shinee hanging out watching TV! Different snacks, lounging habits, bickering over TV programs... :D

i love dorm!shinee bc yeah they’re celebrities but honestly they’re just so normal???? like seriously look at these dorks 

onew:

  • starfished on the floor (taemin: *sits on his back* if it fits i sits / onew: *wheezes*) 
  • making swimming motions to propel himself around
  • why is no one laughing at my gag (kibum: bc you killed the joke jinki. it’s dead you killed it / onew: O▽O)
  • tried to use a bag of chips as a pillow and it popped and his head crushed the chips and he’s a lot devastated 
  • the tv isn’t even on yet bc he can’t bring himself to roll the two feet to push the button on the screen 
  • drags his body over and allllmost pushes the button when jong flips it on with the remote 
  • just lies there for a little bit, arm still extended 
  • remembers he has half of a fried mackerel and gets up to munch on that with rice 

jonghyun:

  • spinning one of his caps on his finger which flies off almost immediately and smacks minho in the face (jong: LOL sorry but not sorry) 
  • flips on music bank and oh look it’s us~~~ and dances with the top half of his body 
  • aigoo look at the hoobae babies 
  • sitting cross-legged on the couch arm and eating a carton of strawberry ice cream (taemin: are you eating all of that?? jong: yes??? do you have an issue?? / taemin: normal people don’t eat an ENTIRE PINT in one sitting / jong: ok)
  •  looks down at his ice cream but doesn’t feel shame so he just finishes the pint 
  • can we watch a nature show i want to see some whales 

key:

  • is eating chips with chopsticks, it’s called sophistication 
  • jk he just does want cheese dust all over his hands 
  • where’s the remote / ot4: *shrug* 
  • “minho, i think it’s under you” / minho: no it’s not / key: get up 
  • lo and behold, it is there (jong: why is there no trust in this family)
  • flips on his drama, lookout, and keeps commenting how good he looks (onew: you can’t actually ride a skateboard tho / key: NEITHER CAN YOU `ㅂ´) 
  • cutting up apples and golden kiwis and taemin is sitting next to him chanting “give me the knife, give me the knife” (key: nO / taemin: i swear i got better than i was during hello baby) 
  • lee taemin is a liar and should never be allowed to cut fruit ever 

minho:

  • SPORTS but 
  • everyone is keeping the remote from him
  • minho do you even understand enough english to understand the games in england?? / minho: soccer is a universal language ok and i am fluent
  • sitting on taemin who is sitting onew and they are watching soccer (taemin: *trying to kick him* / onew: *ceasing to exist*)
  • GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL

taemin:

  • bored bc despite the constant channel flipping there is nothing on
  • he turned on pororo and they mindlessly watched it for a solid three episodes (jong talks to the characters like they are having conversations with him)
  • “let me see if i can…aha!”
  • he’s doing a handstand bc everything is a little more interesting upside down 
  • but then again, that might be the blood rushing to his head
  • shinee: …..
  • now he’s walking around on his hands 
  • he wonders how long he could do this and is walking into the kitchen 
  • minho: honestly if taemin wasn’t an idol he probably would have had a promising career in the circus / taemin: *still upside down* damn straight 

anonymous asked:

I've just read about Tony feeling unwanted and man, it breaks my heart! Could you write something about Tony having enough? Like, he feels that Team Cap thinks they don't need him, they don't appreciate him and they never did. So he leaves, he doesn't stop being an Iron Man, but leaves Avengers. Maybe he has his own team with Rhodey and Spidey and whoever else. Maybe he helps Defenders from time to time. Maybe he works alone. (1)

But the point is, even if Avengers think that they don’t need him, they really do. Because he did so much for them all this time. Like, when SHIELD fell, he and his company invested them, repaired their equipment and made new one, took care of PR and media. And they never even knew, or just never cared, until he left. Now they have no one to replace him and to be as efficient as he was. They’re just too close to failing apart.(2)


I can and I most certainly will! All those angst-filled headcanons from yesterday didn’t just make me want to curl up under a ton of blankets to hide from the world, they also, they also reminded me how freaking bitter I still am. So yeah, hope you don’t mind, anon, but I thought your ask would be the perfect way to kick off bitter Sunday!

Because we’re talking about Tony Stark, guys. We’re talking about the man who build a suit of armour in a freaking cave. Who got kidnapped by the bad guys and blew his own way right back out. Yes, he’s hurt. Yes, he’s fucking heartbroken. Yes, most days the weight of his own mistakes and failings almost crushes him. Yes, being confronted with the team he was never allowed to belong to he lost is rubbing salt into the slashing wounds that still haven’t healed, bleed sluggishly from time to time.

But.

There’s a line he’s drawn into the sand a long time ago, back when he first became Iron Man, and it matters. He does what is expected of him. Shakes the returning Avengers’ hands. Smiles for the cameras. Is quoted stressing that he supports the UN’s decisions, that with the new and revised Accords in place, there’s no room for old grudges and vendettas. And he means it. What he doesn’t say though, is that there’s no room for old friendships and favours either.

Truth is, Earth needs as many heroes as possible. It needs them in once place, with stable communication channels, capable of working and strategising and organising together. The exiled Avengers are a rare resource they can’t afford to waste. There is also the fact that being trust back into the limelight limits them in a way working from the shadows doesn’t, forces a vague but still present sense of accountability on them that Tony may or may not take a great amount of pleasure in.

But here’s another, much more fortunate truth: they don’t need to be a team to save the world. It’s a truth that’s been hanging over them from the beginning, back when Iron Man wasn’t a part of the Avengers because he didn’t have to be for the plot to work. In retrospect, Tony can appreciate Fury’s actions for the well-played moves they were.

So he does what he would have done years ago, if not for sentimentalities and a misplaced sense of loyalty holding him back: he cuts the wire.

With the new accords has come a committee and a new governmental agency in charge of handling the nationally and internationally operating enhanced strike teams. Tony uses this development to his advantage, separates his business from the agency entirely, because really, a billionaire shouldn’t own parts of an organisation designed to keep him in check.

Tony signs the new agreements and as Iron Man he is to be deployed whenever necessary, but he is no longer part of any team. And he makes a point of proving that time and again.

When members of his ex-team are involved in a fight he wasn’t, he refuses any comment on the actions, they are none of his business after all, and really, shouldn’t you ask the people who were actually there? He doesn’t get involved in group press conferences unless there are more than just the ex-Avengers present because presenting a united front as enhanced humans is one thing, presenting a united front with them is another thing altogether. 

He doesn’t build weapons, suits and other improvements for anyone but himself and the people he deems worthy of his gifts either–those designs have always been too dangerous to be allowed into the hands of a government agency, and none of his former team mates make the cut onto the trusted list anymore. 

He doesn’t interact with them anyways, unless it’s on the comms during a fight or via a representative or his official email account (his private contact information is no longer available to them). All his employees knows better than to give them access to anything non-public without a properly scheduled meeting, and even Pepper doesn’t disagree with him on this one. She’s the one that usually shows up on these meetings anyways, and she doesn’t give them an inch, because there’s a reason Tony hired her in the first place.

And it might have started out as simple avoidance and being petty but you know what? Tony’s doing pretty damn well on his own. He doesn’t need the team, he’s always known that, but proving it to himself ends up feeling surprisingly good. Empowering. Freeing even. 

Because even though it feels like that in the very beginning, Tony isn’t actually alone. He’s got Pepper, with whom he’s slowly working out the post-failed-relationship-awkwardness, and Rhodey, who’s recovery is a slow, painful process but still a process, and loyal, steady Happy. He also has Peter, who’s too eager and reminds Tony too much of himself, but who doesn’t leave or get bored by Tony’s enthusiastic rants. He’s got Harely with whom he face-times at least once a week to science and chatter.

He’s got people who care about him and enjoy spending time with him, and the more time passes, the more Tony realises how not-okay his relationships with his former team have really been, how not-okay he’s been. And he still misses them, from time to time, but it’s the fleeting yearning for a missed opportunity, not the heartbreaking free fall into a bottomless darkness it used to be.

The point is, Tony is in a good place. Without the team that never wanted him. 

(And on days he still feels a little down, watching that Youtube clip of a tiny, three-year old girl in an Iron Man t-shirt throwing her ice cream at Steve Roger’s face with devastating accuracy, the one that cuts off right as the older brother is shown laughing so hard tears are streaming down his face and assuring his indignant little sister that yes, he’ll get her a new ice cream, he’s very proud of her standing up against bullies, is surprisingly cathartic.)

  • Andrew: Okay, we're about to enact "Operation Smoke Out the (Frustratingly Attractive) Mole that is Neil (FUCKING) Josten" written, choreographed by, and dedicated to yours truly. Any questions?
  • Nicky (flipping through a thick packet): Yeah, I was wondering about the part you make me buy the hated party an outfit that is, quote, "black and torn like my soul"?
  • Andrew: Point denied.
  • Aaron: I'm not understanding why we don't just beat the shit out of him????
  • Andrew (playing with the cap to his meds): Oh, so it's fine when it's YOUR suggestion...BLOCKED.
  • Kevin: So, this part where we take him out for ice cream, its intended purpose is to lull Neil into a false sense of security, correct?
  • Andrew (sweats): Yes...that is the most correct. All part of the plan (and not my fantasy)
  • Nicky (attempting to write in a makeout with Neil into the packet): And your ultimate goal is to interrogate him successfully in a loud and crowded nightclub while he's delirious and you're off your meds but also we're kinda drunk too. Then the following morning we go out for brunch. Am I on the right track?
  • And that's how Nicky was voted out of the family (despite it being a 1-2 vote).
Worry

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve
Words:  981

This is just a little one shot I thought of randomly. It’s polyamorous…again (I have problems). 

A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, let me know.



          You were pacing the floor of the floor of Stark Tower where your room was. You kept checking your phone for the time, texts, or calls. But the time was creeping and you still hadn’t heard a thing about the mission.

           Dating Steve Rogers, Captain America, had proven to be one of the most rewarding and terrifying relationships of your entire life. Also dating Bucky Barns, the Winter Soldier, had doubled the worry you faced when the Avengers went out on a mission.

           The guys were best friends. You had never imagined having two boyfriends. You had never imagined they would actually share. And you would have never imagined that they hadn’t once had an argument over the odd relationship the three of you were in.

           When your cell phone finally vibrated, you looked down to see that it was Natasha calling, not one of the boys.

           “Nat, are they okay?” you asked, panicking.

           “They’re going to be just fine,” she said, “They’re heros and you know how they get. They want to save everyone and save each other.”

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zarkyus  asked:

Is frisk blind? Thats why they go all time with closed eyes and why they had a stick? Maybe chara narrates everything for them to help em kinda? Or frisk may even see through chara's eyes since frisk and chara are connected bc of the dt thingy?

(undertale spoilers)

Frisk is not blind. While their eyes appear closed all the time, this is a rather common character design. (See “Eyes Always Shut” on tv tropes.)

NARRATOR:
(You noticed there was a blue switch behind the top pillar.)

NARRATOR:
You manage to tear your eyes away from Ice Cap’s hat.

NARRATOR:
(The sight of such a friendly town fills you with determination.)

NARRATOR:
(Do you want to beat it up?) [Yes / No]
(You stare into each other’s eyes for a moment…)

NARRATOR:
You stare deep into the eyes of the Lost Soul.
He remembers the gaze of humans past…

NARRATOR:
(You didn’t notice before, but there’s something like…)
(… mummy wrappings at the bottom of it.)

NARRATOR:
(Noticed you received a text from Toriel.)

From these quotes, it’s clear that Frisk is able to see. Furthermore, the idea that Chara constantly narrates to guide a blind Frisk wouldn’t work well. It would be both exhausting and impractical, especially in combat. Chara’s inhabiting of Frisk’s body shouldn’t change the physical capability of Frisk’s eyes either. 

While Frisk has eyes that appear closed, the dialogue in the game indicates that they can see. The design is merely a part of Frisk’s stoic appearance.

anonymous asked:

do you believe in global warming?

Yes?

I think most people agree global warming exists.  The issue, I feel, is that people are contested on ‘global warming theory’.  People typically know stuff like the ice caps are melting and the ozone is disappearing.  

Its what is causing global warming and to what scale that is the argument.

The biggest issue is Al Gore.  An Inconvenient Truth was basically just a fear mongering film and it kicked off a panic that can still be felt today.  It doomsayed so hard that today, if it was correct, the ice caps would be gone and most arctic environments would be thawed, with most of the coasts underwater.

An Inconvenient Truth, and its spawned fiction films like The Day After Tomorrow, basically doomed the global warming debate.  After 5 years, the world didn’t end and people basically wrote global warming as something minor.  People got burned out on global warming.

And on top of that, the attitude of much of the left in regards to global warming has not helped their cause.  There is a general reaction toward those who don’t buy climate change, to treat them like idiots.  Which, as we now know from a Trump Election, doesn’t change minds.

Deniers claim that the earth frequently cools and warms naturally.  And history tells us they’re correct to a degree.  But frequently, leftists and environmentalists will scoff at these claims and assert that global warming is 100% human caused.  At that point it becomes a shouting match and nothing is done.

Do I think global warming is real?  Yup.  Do I think it is man made?  Partially.  I think we’re also at the end of a global cooling period, exacerbating the issue.  What I’d like to see is research into how much of each.

Should we be doing our best to stop global warming?  You bet.  But I’d also like to know if things are naturally going to get hotter, even if we make the attempt.

Second Time Around- 2

Description: Six months after your divorce, Jongin finds out you’re dating once again. It would’ve been okay with him until his son, Taeoh, chooses spending time with you and your new boyfriend instead of him.

 - Jongin, Sehun, and Kyungsoo try to cockblock your date with Seunghyun. 

Word Count: 1,576

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What the Dragon Said: a Love Story

by Catherynne M. Valente

So this guy walks into a dragon’s lair
     and he says
why the long tale?
                 HAR HAR BUDDY
says the dragon
                 FUCK YOU.

The dragon’s a classic
the ‘57 Chevy of existential chthonic threats
take in those Christmas colors, those
impervious green scales, sticky candy-red firebreath,
comes standard with a heap of rubylust
goldhuddled treasure.
                 Go ahead.
                 Kick the tires, boy.
                 See how she rides.

Sit down, kid, says the dragon. Diamonds
roll off her back like dandruff.

Oh, you’d rather be called a paladin?
I’d rather be a unicorn.
                 Always thought that
was the better gig. Everyone thinks
you’re innocent. Everyone calls you
pure. And the girls aren’t afraid
they come right up with their little hands out
for you to sniff
like you’re a puppy
and they’re gonna take you home.
They let you put your head right
in their laps.
                 But nobody on this earth
ever got what they wanted. Now

I know what you came for. You want
my body. To hang it up on a nail
over your fireplace. Say to some milk-and-rosewater chica
who lays her head in your lap
look how much it takes
to make me feel like a man.
                 We’re in the dark now, you and me. This is primal
shit right here. Grendel, Smaug, St. George. You’ve been
called up. This is the big game. You don’t have
to make stupid puns. Flash your feathers
like your monkey bravado
can impress. I saw a T-Rex fight a comet
and lose. You’ve
got nothing I want.

Here’s something I bet you don’t know:
     every time someone writes a story about a dragon
a real dragon dies.
                 Something about seeing
and being seen
                 something about mirrors
that old tune about how a photograph
can take your whole soul. At the end
of this poem
                 I’m going to go out like electricity
in an ice storm. I’ve made peace with it.
                 That last blockbuster took out a whole family
                 of Bhutan thunder dragons
living in Latvia
the fumes of their cleargas hoard
hanging on their beards like blue ghosts.

A dragon’s gotta get zen
                 with ephemerality.

You want to cut me up? Chickenscratch my leather
with butcher’s chalk:
cutlets, tenderloin, ribs for the company barbecue,
chuck, chops, brisket, roast.
                 I dig it, I do.
I want to eat everything, too.

When I look at the world
     I see a table.
All those fancy houses, people with degrees, horses and whales,
bankers and Buddha statues
the Pope, astronauts, panda bears and yes, paladins
                 if you let me swallow you whole
                 I’ll call you whatever you want.
Look at it all: waitresses and ice caps and submarines down
at the bottom of the heavy lightless saltdark of the sea
                 Don’t they know they’d be safer
                 inside me?

I could be big for them
     I could hold them all
My belly could be a city
     where everyone was so loved
they wouldn’t need jobs. I could be
the hyperreal
post-scarcity dragonhearted singularity.
     I could eat them
     and feed them
     and eat them
     and feed them.

This is why I don’t get to be a unicorn.
Those ponies have clotted cream and Chanel No. 5 for blood
and they don’t burn up like comets
with love that tastes like starving to death.
     And you, with your standup comedy knightliness,
covering Beowulf’s greatest hits on your tin kazoo,
you can’t begin to think through
     what it takes to fill up a body like this.
It takes everything pretty
and everything true
     and you stick yourself in a cave because
your want is bigger than you.

I just want to be
the size of a galaxy
so I can eat all the stars and gas giants
without them noticing
and getting upset.
Is that so bad?
                 Isn’t that
what love looks like?
                 Isn’t that
what you want, too?

I’ll make you a deal.
     Come close up
stand on my emeraldheart, my sapphireself
the goldpile of my body
     Close enough to smell
everything you’ll never be.

Don’t finish the poem. Not for nothing
is it a snake
that eats her tail
and means eternity. What’s a few verses worth
anyway? Everyone knows
poetry doesn’t sell. Don’t you ever feel
like you’re just
a story someone is telling
about someone like you?
                 I get that. I get you. You and me
we could fit
inside each other. It’s not nihilism
if there’s really no point to anything.

I have a secret
down in the deep of my dark.
All those other kids who wanted me
to call them paladins,
warriors, saints, whose swords had names,
whose bodies were perfect
as moonlight
     they’ve set up a township near my liver
had babies with the maidens they didn’t save
     invented electric lightbulbs
     thought up new holidays.
                             You can have my body
                             just like you wanted.
Or you can keep on fighting dragons
writing dragons
fighting dragons
re-staging that same old Cretaceous deathmatch
you mammals
always win.
                 But hey, hush, come on.
Quit now.
You’ll never fix
that line.
                 I have a forgiveness in me
                 the size of eons
                 and if a dragon’s body is big enough
                 it just looks like the world.
                           
                             Did you know
the earth used to have two moons?

Tom Wilson Imagine - Chapter 15

A/N: THIS IS LONG AND VERY SMUTTY. ALSO INSPIRED BY TONIGHTS GAME. PROBABLY LOTS OF TYPOS BUT IM TOO TIRED TO EDIT. WILL EDIT IN THE AM JUST WANTED TO POST THIS. I LOVE YOU ALL AND GOODNIGHT.

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Tom’s POV:

One Week Later

 

Today was huge. I was picking up Y/N’s parents from the airport to surprise her. Her mom and dad had decided to fly into the city after the break in, just to see her and make sure that she was okay.

“Tom!” A woman shouted from the baggage claim area where I was waiting. “That’s you, right?” She laughed as she walked over to me. She had Y/N’s eyes, so I knew it was Brenda.

“Mrs. Y/L/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you.” I said as I grabbed her suitcase and pulled her in for a hug.

“Please, sweetheart, call me Brenda.” She answered as her perfume rubbed off on my shirt.

“Mr. Y/L/N, pleasure to meet you, sir.” I said, kind of nervous to meet her dad.

“You too, Tom. Thank you for taking such good care of our girl.” He said, shaking my hand and giving me a small hug.

“Absolutely.” I responded. “My car is out this way, I was thinking we could stop by Georgetown and pick up Y/N from her class, grab lunch and then I’ll get you guys to the hotel? But if you’re tired now I can take you to the hotel and we can meet you guys a little bit before the game?”

“You are so sweet to plan all of this.” Her mom said as she grabbed my arm as I lead them to my car.

“I try.” I laughed.

“I can see why Y/N is so into you.” Her dad, Mark, said.

“I don’t know about you Mark but I’m dying to see her. I want to go pick her up at school.” Her mom said.

“Whatever you’d like.” Mark chimed in from the backseat.

“Alright, off to Georgetown.” I said as I pulled away from the airport.

Driving through the city I made my way, to Georgetown, stopping in front of the same big brick building that I was becoming all to familiar with.

“There she is! I see her! Oh, she looks so beautiful.” Brenda exclaimed from the passenger seat of my car.

“Brenda just stay in the car and let her find us.” Mark laughed.

“Okay, okay,” She sighed. “Ooh! Here she comes!”

“Hi babe—- ah! Mom and dad! What are you guys doing here?” Y/N screamed as she opened the door, not being able to see through my tinted windows.

“Surprise!” Brenda said as she jumped out of the car and hugged her.

“How are you, sweetie?” Her dad asked as he pulled her in for a hug after her mom squeezed.

“I’m good. So much better now that y’all are here. Are you coming to the game tonight?” She asked as everyone climbed back in my car.

“Yes! Tom got the hook up for us.” Her mom laughed from the front seat, rubbing my arm. I smiled and carefully pulled away from the school, dodging college students walking in front of my car.

“I’m so excited. What made you guys decide to come into town?” She asked as she pulled her seatbelt on.

“We really just needed to come check on you after the break in. We just didn’t feel right about not coming into town after that happened. We’re so glad that Tom called us.” Her mom said as she turned around, placing a hand on Y/N’s leg.

“We just want to make sure our little girl is safe and okay.” Her dad chimed in.

I looked back from my mirror to see Y/N’s excited expression fall. Her eyes trailed out the window and her eyes welled up with tears.


“Babe don’t cry.” I said out of habit, forgetting that her parents were in the car. Whenever I see her get upset I just go into protective mode. Nothing hurts my heart more.

“I mean, Y/N – stop. What’s wrong?” I corrected as I cleared my throat.

“It was just so scary.” She began quietly.

“I’m sure it was sweetie. I’m sorry that we couldn’t be there for you. That’s how it is when you go to school far away.” Mark said as he rubbed her back.

“Mark, please.” Brenda yell-whispered to him.

“I’m just really glad that Tom was able to get there. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him,” She continued.

“We are happy he was there too. We’re glad that you have someone to look out for you while you’re here.” Her mom said with a smile as I pulled up in front of their hotel.

“Here you are, guys!” I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“Thanks for picking us up, Tom.” Mark said as he got out of the car.

“Of course.” I said as I met him at the trunk, helping them with their luggage.

“Thank you so much sweetie.” Brenda said as she gave me another hug.

“Alright, beautiful.” Brenda began, pulling Y/N in for another hug. “We’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Yeah, I’ll come by and pick you guys up at around 4:15.” I told them as they walked inside the hotel.

“And make sure you’re outside waiting at 4:15 because Tom has to be at the game at 5!” Y/N called after them. I laughed.

“Surprise baby.” I whispered to her as I pulled her into a hug before we got back in the car.

“Thank you for doing this.” She said as she kissed me.

“I rented out a suite for you guys tonight at the game too. It’ll be really special. I know they don’t get out here much.”

“I love you so much. Thank you for doing that.” She said with a smile as I helped her into the passenger seat.

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Y/N POV:

The suite that Tom had set up for my parents and I was incredible. We got the arena at 5, and there was a four course meal waiting for us when we got there.  It was so nice to catch up with my parents and hear about life back in Texas. Two hours of chit chat passed quickly, and the horn sounded as the game began. We made our way to our seats as the puck started to move around the ice. The Caps were playing the Penguins tonight… always a wild game to be at.

“Is that Tom, fighting?” My mom asked as she pointed to the ice. Tom had dropped the gloves halfway into the first and left a Penguins goon with a broken nose and a bloody face.

“Yes mom, Tom is an enforcer.” I laughed.

“How could anyone so sweet just kick someone’s ass like that?” She questioned.

“It’s his job, Brenda!” My dad chimed in. “I like the fact that he can take someone out.”

The first period went on to be scoreless, and then things picked up in the second. Tom scored on the first shift of the second period, erupting cheers and applause throughout the already bumping Verizon Center. His goal boosted morale among the fans and the team, causing him to score once more not even a minute later. The three of us were on our feet screaming and yelling as the goal light went off.

“He’s amazing!” My mom yelled over the cheers as she clapped.

“I’ve never seen him score two goals in one game before. Maybe you’re his good luck charm.” I nudged her with a wink.

“He’s a very good guy, Y/N. Please keep him around. I know he takes good care of you.” She answered with a soft smile.

“He does. I love him very much.” I answered. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it, silently telling me how lucky I was to have someone who loved me and wanted to protect me.

The screen inside our suite showed Tom sitting on the bench, his smile still big after scoring his second goal. I knew he was so proud of himself and that he was so excited. I was too. I needed to do something for him. To say that I owed him was a complete understatement. Not only was he there for me in my time of need after we had a bad fight, he let me move in with him, he took complete care of me, and even reached out to my parents to surprise me. Yeah… he needed a surprise of his own.

Hey Carly, remember that black lingerie set you bought awhile back but you never got to wear because you and your boyfriend broke up?

 

I texted to Carly… realizing how insensitive it sounded after I already pressed send.

Wow, thanks for the reminder. But yes, why?

 

Could I borrow it? Tom surprised me. My parents came into town and he was in on it. Picked them up from the airport, hooked them up with a suite for the game… the whole enchilada. And he scored twice tonight. I want to “surprise” him if you know what I mean….

 

Okay, yes I get it. I don’t need details. Could you swing by and get it? My car is in the shop and Ava isn’t here. Plus I want to say hi to your parents.

 

Yeah. We’ll take an Uber that way after the game. Thank you so much! And put it in a gift bag or something so my parents don’t ask questions… lol

 

You got it. See you soon you soon!

 

The third period went on without much action, leaving the Capitals ahead 2-1, thanks to my baby.

A few minutes after the final horn blew, I got a text from Tom.

Hey babe, getting pulled for interviews so I’m going to be a late. I called you guys a car that’s waiting outside. It will take your parents back to the hotel and you back home. I’ll see you when I get back : )

 

Amazing game, babe. So proud of you. Thanks for the car. See you soon.

 

I told my parents about the car situation and they followed me outside, where we met a gentlemen in a big black SUV.

“Could you please make a stop at a house in Georgetown? I just need to pick something up.” I asked the driver as we got inside.

“Of course, Ms. Y/L/N. You must be so proud of Tom tonight. What a talented young man!” The driver said as he pulled off into the post game traffic.

“We most definitely are! He is just such an exhilarating player to watch in person!” My mom answered, still on an excitement high from the game.

Their conversation about his skills on the ice continued as I notified Carly of when we would be arriving.

“Sweetie, where is that we are stopping in Georgetown?” My mom asked after she was down fawning over my boyfriend with the driver.

“I just want to stop by the townhouse, Carly has to give me something. She also wants to see you guys.” I explained.

“Such a nice girl. Do you miss with her?” She asked as we crossed the bridge.

“Yes, but – “ I tried, only to be interrupted.

“But she is safer staying with Tom.” My dad chimed in firmly.

“Yes.” I answered with a deep breath, trying not to let my mind go back to the night of the break in.

“Here we are.” The driver said as he pulled in front of the townhouse. Carly was waiting for us on the stairs outside.

“Thank you so much!” I said as I rolled down the window and she handed me a blue gift bag with the lingerie inside. She made small talk with my parents for a few minutes, but I rushed their conversation as I was eager to get home.

“Alright, it was really nice seeing you guys. Enjoy your visit!” She called as she stepped away from the car.

“Thanks Carly!” My parents called to her in unison.

“What’s in the bag?” My mom whispered to me as the driver pulled away, making his way to the hotel.

“Nothing, mom.” I said as I quickly pulled the bag away from her.

She gave me that look like, “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

-

“Alright, I’ll see you guys tomorrow? I’ll text you in the morning and we can make plans.” I told my parents as we stopped in front of their hotel.

“Sounds good.” My dad said as he kissed me on the cheek and got out of the car.

“He deserves it.” My mom said, motioning to the bag. “Have a fun night. Be SAFE.” She winked.

“Ugh! Mom!” I screamed, shoving her a little.

“What! I’m just saying. Love you, honey.”

“Love you too.” I said reluctantly.

-

I thanked the driver and ran upstairs in the apartment complex. I turned on CSN to gauge how much time I had before Tom would be home. He was wrapping up an interview, so he would still need to shower and drive home. I jumped in the shower just to shave my legs. Not allowing my face or hair to get wet, I carefully moved the razor from my ankle to my hip. I stepped out of the shower and moisturized, making sure every part of my body is smooth and ready for his touch.

I stripped out of my plain bra and underwear and stepped into the back lingerie. It wasn’t your traditional bra and underwear set…. It was a one piece lace outfit with a neck line plunging to my belly button. The thin lace barely covered my nipples and showed most of the skin on my breasts. I freshened up my makeup and sprayed on some perfume on my neck.

I returned to the bedroom to find that the after game talk show had taken over CSN. By now, Tom was probably on his way home. Deciding that something was missing from my ensemble, I put on one of Tom’s dress shirts. I picked a white one and rolled the sleeves up just a little. Messing up my hair In the mirror and taking one last look, I heard the front door unlock.

“Babe?” Tom called as he walked through the door.

I slowly got off the bed and walked to the doorframe of the bedroom. “Hi, baby.” I cooed, playing with the buttons on his shirt that I was now wearing.

“So I was thinking about grabbing a drink with the guys to celebrate the win-“ He began, setting his bags down at his feet. He hadn’t looked at me yet. “Oh.” He said as he looked up at me, starting to shoot me that sexual smile that always made me wet. “No I’m not.” He laughed, still staring at me.

“Or, you could just stay in and celebrate with me.” I said as I let one of the sleeves fall off my shoulder.

“Yeah I think that’s a better idea.” He said as he walked over to me. He pressed me up against the bedroom door running his hands down my sides and kissed me intensely. I lifted my right leg and hooked it around his hip, allowing my wet and warm center to press against the side of his leg.

“I like this.” Tom said as he pulled back and ran his fingers against the lace that barely covered my breasts.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. I thought you deserved a surprise.” I murmured as I let the dress shirt slide off my shoulders and onto the floor.

“I like this surprise.” He whispered into my neck as he left gentle kisses on my soft spots. He slid is hands from my waist down as he moved to his knees.

“No, baby. Tonight is about you.” I said sweetly as I ran my fingers through his long hair.

“Shhh.” He smirked as he ran his fingers along my slit over the lace the covered me. I moaned and bent my knees, shooting my hips forward and into him.

“Don’t baby, I don’t want to come just yet.” I winked at him. “I’m so horny for you.” I whined as I tugged on his hair again.

“Those fights turn you on? And the goals?” He asked, still running his hands over my center.

“You have no idea.” I said, still bending my knees to feel his fingers more, as if he was going to enter me.

He ran his hands up my legs as he stood up, letting his mouth stop at my sex. He bit me gently through the fabric, causing my knees to go weak.

“Don’t do that to me. Not yet.” I scolded as I regained my strength and dragged him to the bed.

I threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, sitting on top of his growing erection. I slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off of him, running my hands up and down his chest and abdomen underneath his undershirt. I swiftly pulled his undershirt off of him and slightly gyrated my hips on top of his clothes, making him harder and harder.

“Baby,” He got out after a series of sharp breaths.

“Shhh.” I said as I kissed him gently to silence him.

Moving to his pants, I unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles, moving myself so I could remove them completely. I did the same with his briefs and freed his erection from confinement. He moved his right hand to his cock, slowly stroking as he looking me up and down.

“No.” I scolded as I moved both of his hands above his head.

“Oh, this is how it’s going to be tonight?” He asked with a sexy smile.

“This is how it’s going to be.” I answered with my bedroom eyes.

“This thing is kind of itchy.” I began as I pulled the fabric away from both of my breasts. “I think I should take it off.”

“Please.” Tom said as he moved his hands to my breasts.

I slowly moved my hair to the side and undid the halter knot that was keeping me covered. I slowly slid the fabric down my body and climbed out of it, placing my center on top of his throbbing length.

“God.” Tom sighed.

“What?” I asked with a smirk.

“My baby is so sexy.” He answered as he pulled me down to suck on my breasts. I let him lick both of them, moaning out in pleasure as my center grew more and more warm. As he sucked, I moved on his dick, not letting it enter me just yet. I moved slowly, just slow enough to drive both of us crazy. I gently bit down on his shoulder as my pussy throbbed against him.

“Fuck me, baby.” He whispered softly as he bit my earlobe.

I took his orders and sat up just a little, allowing his length to match up with my entrance. I slowly slit down, stabilizing myself on his abs. I moaned as he filled me and his hands pressed firmly on my hips, pushing me farther and farther down.

“Ride me.” He begged.

I moved forward and placed several gentle kisses on his lips as my bottom half pulsed up and down on his length. He moaned out in pleasure as I kissed from his neck to his shoulders, picking up the pace. My center grew more wet as we continued, some of my juices making noise as I increased my speed.

“I think your pussy is calling my name.” Tom whispered as his bit at my earlobes.

“That’s the only name it knows.” I shot back with a seductive smirk, sitting upright and moving my hands to his lower abs. Tom placed his hands on my breasts and squeezed as I continued to move faster and faster, dancing on him dick. He bucked his hips into me to increase pleasure as I continue to bounce up and down on top of him. Reaching behind me, I grabbed his balls and massaged as I rode him all the way into oblivion. His breathing grew erratic as he neared completion, taking me by the hips and flipping me over. He slammed into me until we both reach our climax together.

“Scored three goals tonight.” Tom whispered as we collapsed next to each other.

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“What’s this?” I heard as the apartment door open and shut behind me. I was curled up on Frank’s couch eating a slice of apple pie and ice cream from a plate, Max balled up beside me keeping my feet warm. We were watching Hoarders.

“Couldn’t sleep so I came over. I thought maybe you’d be here but wasn’t all that shocked when you weren’t.”

He locked the door and walked over to me, pulling off his jacket. “You’re… eating ice cream off a plate.”

“Yeah. Silly me for expecting you to own a single bowl.”

“I have a bowl.”

“Must be the tiniest bowl in Hell’s Kitchen ‘cuz I couldn’t find it.” He tossed his jacket across the back of the couch before sitting on the other side of Max, giving him a rub down as the pit sniffed at him excitedly. I rested the plate in my lap and looked at him. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he greeted with half a smile. “Glad you finally used that key I gave ya…”

I shrugged. “Tried getting a hold of you, tell you to come by my place, but you weren’t picking up.”

“I may or may not have left my cell around here somewhere.”

“Yeah, same place you left the bowl, huh?” He smirked, giving Max the final two pats of his little massage and sending him on his way. I watched as he kicked off his boots and stretched his legs in front of him as he turned to recline. I lifted the plate so he could rest his head on my lap. “Long night?”

“Long and unsuccessful.”

“Unsuccessful is good.”

He looked at me, brow furrowed. “Since when?”

“Well, means I don’t have to watch you shower off someone else’s blood tonight. Don’t have to whip out my kindergarten level sewing skills closin’ up bullet holes on you, either.”

“Hmm, I thought that was always the highlight of our lil’ visits-”

“-And you thought very wrong.” I shook my head at him and bent down, kissing his forehead before placing my plate on his stomach. “Here, eat.” He groaned and I rolled my eyes. I knew sweets weren’t his favorite but it was better than nothing, and way better than the slop he normally ate. “C’mon, I thought we could have somethin’ other than pitch black coffee tonight.”

“You know I don’t like change,” he spoke as he reluctantly scooped a fork of pie into his mouth.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” I responded, suggestively running a hand through the grown out curls on his head.

He chuckled to himself. “It’s cold out. ‘Scuse me if a ball cap doesn’t keep me warm an’ cozy.”

“Growin’ out your fur for the winter?”

“S’at alright with you?”

“Why not just wear a thicker hat? I can give you one of my beanies?” I joked.

“Not my style.” He ate another bite of apple pie with a tiny bit of ice cream before returning the plate to me.

“Yes, because Frank Castle is nothing if not a man of style.”

“What,” he asked, looking up at me and fingering his hair as I did before I returned to my dessert, “you tellin’ me you don’t like it?”

“I only pointed it out.”

“That ain’t really answerin’ the question, now is it?”

“Oh… oh what is this now?” I put the plate on the old wooden table in front of us. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be so self-conscious before; I don’t even recognize you.”

He rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t answer it either.”

“Are you looking for my approval, Frank?”

Y/N…”

I laughed at his annoyance before bending down and kissing his forehead again, hands on the sides of his face. “I love it.”

“You love it, hm?

“Mhm. It makes you look… youthful.”

“Oh, not like such an old man?”

“Shut up, that’s not what I mean. Just refreshed. Like you haven’t been through so much…”

“I see.”

“Plus, I love having a little somethin’ to pull on,” I purred, wrapping his curls around my fingers and gently tugging.

“Hmm, just a lil’ lower,” he groaned as he lifted his head upwards. I laughed and closed the distance between our lips, giving him a kiss in this upside down angle we were in. “That’s sweet.”

“What, that I love your hair?”

“No, your mouth.” He pulled me down to the point where I had to reposition myself, getting off the couch and kneeling beside him, accidentally bumping Max in the head with my knee.

“Imagine if I didn’t leave my real, human food here.”

“What’s inhuman about what I eat?” he mumbled against my lips.

“Absolutely everything. My kisses wouldn’t taste this sweet if I was eating pork and beans, I’ll tell you that-”

“-Hmmm, you got a point there.” He kissed me once more before pulling away, looking at my lips as he smoothed my hair. “So when are we gonna try this whole, uhh, hair pullin’ thing out, hm?”

I grinned and slowly rose to my feet, reaching for his bruised hands and pulling him up with me. “You know, I heard somewhere that was the perfect remedy for a sleepless night…”

Her First Tattoo

| Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, punishment. |

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“Dan.” She said softly as she laid upon her boyfriends chest, as they lay cuddled against each other on the couch.

“Yes, love?” He looked down at her, gently pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Will you give me a tattoo?” She said gliding her thumb across his pale arm, admiring the artwork that permanently embedded his skin.

“Baby I’m not a tattoo artist and I can’t draw for shit, you know that.” He laughed softly, she furrowed her brows and sat up.

“I mean like, one of those pin and poke tattoos, it could be really tiny and stupid, but you have loads of pretty tattoos and I want you to give me one.”

He looked at her, slightly confused, slightly intrigued. She’d sat with him through a lot of his tattoos but she never seemed interested in getting one herself. She always said “you have enough for the both of us” or “I’m scared it’ll hurt.” But now she suddenly wanted a prison tattoo, and he was all for the idea.

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They sat on the hardwood floor, all the materials set out in front of them. Peroxide, bandages, black ink, and sewing needles.

He twisted the cap off of the ink and slid his left hand into a latex glove while she held a bit of ice to the area he’d be permanently inking, her wrist.

“Do you know what you’re gonna do?” She asked softly.

“You mean what I’m gonna tattoo?” She nodded. He smirked, his snakebites shining in the bright lighting of the room. “You’ll see.” He dipped the cleaned needle into the ink, and gently held her arm, sticking the needle in her skin. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, but. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

He continued prodding get skin with the needle, occasionally he’d wipe away blood and ask if she was ok, or she’d whimper in pain.

After a few more pricks with the needle, he was done. “Can I see it now?” She said excitedly.

“Yes, let me clean it up first, close your eyes.” She did, and he wiped off her tattoo with some leftover medication from his last tattoo.

“Oh god, Dan, what did you tattoo on me.” She said. He kissed her nose, and laughed at her. “Don’t worry, I didn’t tattoo a dildo on you. You can look at it now.”

She opened her eyes, and looked down at the very red area of her first tattoo.

It was a heart.

A shaky, slightly messy heart that Dan drew to the best of his artistic abilities.

“Sorry, it’s kinda wobbly-” He started to apologise, but she cut him off with a kiss. “I love it, it’s perfect.” He smirked his signature smirk, the one that always made her smile too.

“You know,” He started, brushing his snakebites against her pink lips. “-the idea of you, wanting a tattoo, really turned me on.” He bit down on her bottom lip, causing her to moan out softly. “And the sounds you’d make when I’d stick the needle in too deep,” He sucked on her bottom lip. “-the little whimpers of pain, they turned me on even more.”

He slid her onto his lap, and spanked her harshly. The blush already forming on her cheeks turned a deep red. Dan kissed down from her lips, to her jawline, stopped to pull off her shirt, kissed down to her neck, and quickly found the spot that made her body quiver.

She gripped onto his shoulders tightly, grasping at the fabric of his black tee. He got the hint and broke from her neck to pull off his shirt, revealing his pale, tattooed skin. A two headed owl on his chest, his favourite Shakespeare quote scrawled in cursive just below his belly button, a realistic skull on his right shoulder leading into his sleeve of various images, on his back, a realistic spinal cord from his hairline to his bum, and various tattoos scattered about his body. She admired every single one of his tattoos, especially the little black rose he got on his left collarbone for her.

She smiled, admiring the small but meaningful tattoo, and Dan saw her, and cupped her chin in his large hand. The smile immediately wiped from her face when she saw the look on Dan’s face.

He looked terrifying, but incredibly attractive at the same time, she could practically smell the lust radiating off of him, and when her eyes got wide with fear, he smirked, and grasped her body roughly in his arms, carrying her to their bedroom and throwing her onto the bed. He crawls onto her small figure and takes her wrists in his left hand, gripping them tightly and pinning them above her head, using his right hand, he grabs a tie that was laying on the bedside table and tied up her wrists.

“Remember the safe word, kitten?” She nods, admiring the knot he’s tying in her restraints. “Yes daddy, it’s vanilla.” He kisses the tie holding her wrists when he’s finished. “Perfect.”

He pops open her pale pink bra in one swift movement, tossing it across the room, and taking one breast in his hand, while he kisses and sucks on the other. Her moaning and writhing underneath him, wanting so desperately to run her fingers through his blood red hair, and to scratch her nails down his back, adding to the list of long scars he has across his shoulder blades, thanks to her.

He kisses down her stomach, and stops once he reaches her belly button, licking his way back up to her lips, kissing her harshly, while sliding off her shorts, and her wiggling her body underneath him to make the process of removal easier. Once they’re off, he throws them into the growing pile of garments on the floor.

Dan runs a hand between her legs, brushing his fingertips across her wet core. “Oh kitten,” He leans down to her ear, speaking into it lustfully, “-your knickers are soaking wet.” He slides his finger up her slit. “Did daddy make you this wet?”

She moans loudly, shaking under his touch. “Yes daddy, fuck, you always make me this wet, touch me more daddy.”

He spanks her harshly, causing her to cry out. “Good little girls don’t use that language. Say it again, like a good girl would.”

“Daddy, you made me this wet, you always make me wet, touch my princess parts more daddy, please.” She whimpers out, a blush prominent on her cheeks, her bum still somewhat stinging.

“Good girl.” He slides his finger up and down her slit a few more times, before pushing her underwear to the side and sliding his index finger into her. Slowly fucking her with his single digit.

“Please fuck me more daddy, I need it, I know I’m being a bad girl and I don’t care if you punish me, I need you to fuck me, I need it daddy, I need you daddy.” She stuttered out between moans of pure bliss.

Dan was too turned on to punish her, he couldn’t get over the little pout of her lip, how she whined when she talked, how she moaned when she said she needed him, how red her face was and how adorable he found it, he just wanted to please her, he wanted to fuck her senseless.

He removed his finger from inside her, and pulled down her underwear quickly. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you so hard, babygirl, you won’t be able to move tomorrow.” He licked up her slit, and put her legs on his shoulders. His cold, metal snakebites adding even more pleasure to go with his lips sucking on her hot core. All the while she came undone under him, on the verge of coming on his lips right then and there.

Suddenly, he removed his lips from her core. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” He fidgeted with his belt, trying to unhook it quickly but failing admissibly. “Let me help, daddy.” She sat up, and with her wrists still restrained, she unhooked his belt, and he slid the belt from the loops on his pants, then pulling his pants off, revealing a large tent in his Calvin Klein boxers.

“Do you know why daddy took off his belt, little one?” He said with a look in his eyes that sent a wave of pleasure through her body, he looked so sexy to her, nothing to cover his modesty except for his black boxers, and the belt held tightly in his left hand, smacking it against his right hand.

“Because I was a bad girl, I’m sorry daddy, please punish me.” She begged him, and she got on all fours, rubbing her pink bum against his crotch, causing him to let out a low, lustful groan.

“Fuck, you want it bad, don’t you little one?” He placed his right hand flat against her shoulder blades, pushing her head into the bed. “Count as I spank you, kitten.”

Smack.

“One.”

Smack.

“Two.”

Smack.

“T-three.”

The sound of leather smacking against bare skin was continued to fill the room, until she was crying and bleeding. Dan had spanked her ten times. Hard.

“I think that’s enough, babygirl,” He threw the belt to the side and pulled her up against his chest by a fistful of her hair. “Stop crying, princess, or I’ll make you suck daddy off, and I won’t let you cum tonight.”

She snivelled, and croaked out. “I’m sorry, daddy, I was really bad and I deserved it, but it hurt, you hurt me daddy.”

Obviously, Dan knew it was part of the act, otherwise she would’ve used the safe word, but it killed him to see her sob so hard, because of something _he_ did to her.

He let go of her hair, and held her against him, wiping away her tears and kissing the corners of her eyes. “Daddy’s very sorry, let me make it up to you, princess.”

He slid out of his boxers, and held [Y/N] against him again, wanting as much physical contact as he could get. He removed her wrist constraints and she placed her hands over his, intertwining them. Slowly, he slid into her from behind, giving her time to adjust before he began thrusting into her.

It wasn’t long before they came together, and she fell limp against him. He kissed her softly, laying her down on the bed, throwing a blanket over her.

He laid down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. She wiggled around in his arms and looked up at him.

“Maybe I should’ve gotten a tattoo sooner.”

Reminder: when voting, Brexit isn’t everything.

It’s all well and good getting a good Brexit, but if we’re sidelining the old, poor and sick at the same time, then it’s not worth it.

This election isn’t just about the next two years, it’s about the next four. What happens in this country aside from Brexit is important, too, and genuinely needs to be taken into serious consideration when you vote. Because no matter how Brexit ends up, children’s education and the NHS will still be here, needing your attention.

Are kids going into debt to have an education? Are school meals too unhealthy? Is the NHS going to be properly funded? Are refugees safe here? Is the minimum wage truly enough to support a family? (Spoiler: no, it’s not.) How are we going to create more jobs for the new generation of educated adults? How is the UK going to do our part to protect the environment in the next four years? Which parties are going to put that into consideration? (If you hadn’t heard, the ice caps are still melting and plants are now growing in Antarctica.)

Brexit is important for this country, yes, but so are the individual people of Britain and whether or not they’re treated properly.

Who cares about how we leave the EU if, in the process, we ignore the sick, poor, young, old and under-educated?

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TUTORIAL: EXO lightstick animal hoods! 

(yes, I still have the first version of the exo lightstick cause im an outdated broke bitch i cry every night everyone got the pretty white lightstick like they updated to iphone 7 while im still stuck here wit my nokia)

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                        There’s a door.

                               It might be a door you go through every day, or the first time your ever going through it.

                     Either way the door doesn’t go where it’s s̸̢̢͡͞u̴͡p̵̴̡͟͢p̴̀o̢҉̸̸͢s̀̀͜͡è̴̛̛d̵̡͠͠͞ to.

It opens to a bright cheery tavern seemingly lifted right out of a stereotypical fantasy world, and while this may be incredibly confusing, the place seems to call to you, something there drawing you into the warm inviting room.

That feeling vanishes as the door slams shut behind you and the world quakes, and the warm room suddenly seems cold and unfriendly despite nothing having changed.

The barkeeper, a large gruff dark haired man with an eye patch, sighs, and smiles at you. “Whelp, there that goes again. ‘Fraid you’re stuck here ‘till it gets back to your world buddy.”

If you reopen the door it opens to a barren unfamiliar place that definitely isn’t where you came in from. 

The Barkeeper quietly asks a patron of the bar to show you to a dorm, and you’re led out the only other door in the bar, into a blank white hall that seems to stretch on forever, and you’re struck by the unsettling feeling that you’ll be here forever too.

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deadcatkid-deactivated20170114  asked:

Holy sheets your art looks like a screen cap from Yuri on Ice itself 😱😱😱 Did you have to practice to make it look like that?!

Thank you very much! (´∇ノ`*)ノ

Yes, of course! Without practise I wouldn’t be were I am now. Practise truly makes perfect. I try to draw something small at least every day since more than five years. I am kind of new to the Yuri on Ice style though. If you look closely you can see a bunch of mistakes but eventually I will get better at it in a few weeks/months. Mostly I try to draw on paper when I practise. Often I draw characters which I have drawn before so I won’t forget how to draw
them. ┐(‘~`;)
I hope this answered your question  ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

Imagine Owen and you have kids and you show them the raptors and then the Indominus Rex escapes

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“Sam, Lily, let’s go! We’re late! Owen, you too!” You called your kids while opening the car door. They were going to see the raptors for the first time. You were very nervous because they were very young, Sam was 8 and Lily 5, but they insisted with you and Owen. They wanted to see his father working. Owen used to tell them the most impressive stories about raptors and they grew up fascinated by all of that.
Sam came out first, he was carrying a backpack full of dinosaurs and the rest of his things he loved to carry around. He wore a red cap that hid his blond curls. Her eyes were green, the same as his father. He was an authentic copy of Owen.
“Where’s your sister?” You questioned tightening the seat belt around him.
“I think she’s choosing the shoes.”
Inside, Lily was sitting on the bed putting her pink converse. But there was a problem, she still couldn’t tie the laces. She wore a pink blouse and a denim shorts. She loved that color. Her long brown hair was braided. Owen was already out there holding the front door.
“Sweetie, c'mon!” Owen said. Your daughter walked up to him with her tennis untied.
“Daddy, help me, please!” Lily said looking down at her feet. Owen sat her down on one of the stairs steps, knelt down and laced her shoes. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and took her in his arms, heading to the car. He placed Lily on the car seat, closed the door and sat down beside you.
“So are you guys ready?” You asked them as you started the engine.
“Yeees!” Sam and Lily screamed excited.
A few kilometers after, you arrived at the raptors cage. You already had been there, so you weren’t surprised. But your kids were flabbergasted looking at the large installations. It looked bigger to them because they were very small.
“Woooow!” Sam said and started to run towards the first gate, which was open. Owen quickly grabbed the backpack that was on his back, making him stop. If Sam approached the bars, it could happen something very serious.
“Hey, hey fella, easy!” Owen said and glanced at you. He nodded saying that everything was okay. You were hand in hand with Lily. She was a little scared, because she already could hear the roars of the 4 raptors.
“It’s okay, they’re not gonna hurt you!” You tried to comfort her, but never let go of Lily’s hand. Owen put Sam on his shoulders, and started to up the stairs to a kind of balcony that covered the entire paddock. You and your daughter followed them. When you got up there, your children ran to the railing and looked down. Owen called the raptors. You heard a noise, it looked like something running, and suddenly they appeared. They jumped and roared at you. Lily stepped back and hugged your leg.
“Mommy!” She looked at you almost in tears. 

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