yes.. i finally am watching it

anonymous asked:

The LI's watching a drunken Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor talk endlessly to the other tavern-goers about how much they absolutely adore their lover; how wonderful and perfect they are, how incredibly blessed they are to have them. When a patron gets annoyed/bored and walks away, they just start all over with another patron.

Alistair: He’s extremely uncomfortable with the whole thing. He lets them run through two people before he drags them off to bed. “No, no. You’re embarrassing me! And you’re drunk. Just get some rest. It’s fine.”

Zevran: He’s sitting right next to the Warden the whole time, talking over them about how wonderful they are. He thinks it’s a great joke and tries to say increasingly outrageous things, hoping that the Warden will rise to the challenge, just to see the patrons’ faces.

Leliana: She thinks it’s sweet, and she’s just drunk enough to watch it all play out with a dreamy smile. For hours. Until the Warden passes out midsentence. That’s okay, though. It was lovely.

Morrigan: She claps her hand over the Warden’s mouth the moment it becomes clear that they have no intention of stopping. She’s not going to allow that. Random people in a tavern don’t deserve the Warden’s attention. And she really doesn’t want every random person in a tavern to know all that.

Fenris: He freezes up for a while, unable to figure out what to do as Hawke just babbles away to anyone who will listen about how amazing he is and how much they love him. When Hawke moves on to a fourth patron to slur at he finally manages to go over to them and get them into bed. “I love you, too, Hawke,” he says softly once they’re snoring away in bed. He wouldn’t admit it, but it was actually really nice to hear all that.

Isabela: She laughs and creates a stage out of a table and a couple of chairs and sits Hawke in the center of attention. “Yes, love, tell everyone how great I am!” She’s watching the whole thing with a grin. She loves it.

Anders: He’s pretty uncomfortable with it, but it takes him a little while to figure out what to do. In the end, Hawke rambles away to two people before he collects them and takes them home. “I love you, too, Hawke, but the tavern really isn’t the place for that.”

Merrill: She’s vibrating with both anxiety and happiness as Hawke tells anyone who will listen how much they love her. She bounces up and down in place, hands pressed to her mouth and eyes wide as she listens. Finally, she throws her arms around Hawke. “Oh, Hawke, I love you, too!” she tell them, her face buried in their shoulder. No one has ever cherished her the way Hawke does, and she loves it.

Cullen: The second he hears that the Inquisitor is in the Herald’s Rest talking about their relationship, he goes to collect them. He’s the Commander and they’re the Inquisitor, and that sort of behavior really should be allowed in public. His entire upper body is beet red when he collects his drunken lover, but he keeps his spine straight as he send them to bed.

Josephine: She’s blushing and lets it go on just a little longer than she really should just so she can hear it, then takes her lover to bed. With a glass of water right beside them, she tucks them in and kisses them goodnight, secretly pleased with what happened.

Cassandra: She smacks the Inquisitor to get them to stop, then takes them someplace quiet and private and lets them ramble about how much they love her. She wants to hear it, but she doesn’t want anyone else to hear it.

Iron Bull: He thinks it’s great fun! He keeps the Inquisitor’s cup full and lets them talk until they’re hoarse. The Chargers tease him mercilessly, but it’s all worth it!

Blackwall: “Now, my lady, that’s really improper,” he tries to say, but the Inquisitor just talks louder. After a while, he just scoops them up and sends them to bed. It’s sweet, but he’s not comfortable with it.

Sera: It’s great! Well, she knew it all already, but to hear Inky just keep talking is great! She’ll correct them sometimes or add things. And she makes sure the drinks keep coming!

Solas: He wasn’t in the tavern when it was happening, but hears the next morning that his vhenan was drunk and talking non-stop about how much they love him. He says nothing about it, not to anyone. When he sees the Inquisitor, hungover and sheepish, he kisses them lightly and makes a hangover cure, but otherwise doesn’t comment. He can’t deny, privately to himself, that he finds it oddly compelling.

Dorian: He’s right next to his amatus, and just drunk enough to let it go on without comment, his chest bowed out with pride. They laugh about it the next morning, both hungover with their limbs tangled together in the sheets.

Good Girl

Anonymous said:
Can you write a daddy kink one with Calum or Michael with a lot of teasing and spanking and overstimulation and being called Kitten and Princess omg pls that would be some lit quality shit

fuck ya girly i gotchu 

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His finger tips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Calum whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Calum took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” Calum bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” Calum said. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Calum raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Calum and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Cal would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Calum happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Calum said.

Calum walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barley punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” Calum said. “Calum, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Calum said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” Calum said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Calum landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto Calum’s leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barley enough for him to hear. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Calum’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” Calum whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Calum let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” Calum instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red bum. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Calum said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Calum only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” Calum said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Calum breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down in-between my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Calum’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Calum ordered. It was one of Calum’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Calum was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” Calum said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” Calum chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Calum daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as Calum moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Calum mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Calum, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Calum as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Calum moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when Calum rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Calum said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. Calum held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Calum moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Caluum, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Calum must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” Calum smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,” Calum said. I saw Calum pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” Calum said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Calum turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” Calum chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Calum set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for my princess,” Calum pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Calum cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while Calum put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Calum groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Calum took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Calum said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Calum pulled me up. I stared in awe at Calum’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” Calum chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Calum groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Calum whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Calum groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” Calum asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Calum laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Calum as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Calum coos.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Calum moaned, his hands moving to my hips. “Cum for me daddy,” I bit his neck, making sure to leave my mark. I felt Calum release inside of me, making me fall on top of him. “God, that was-” “Amazing.” I finished for him. “I love you, princess,” Calum kissed my forehead. “I love you too, daddy.” I said.

Partner and I have been rewatching The Two Towers for the first time in a long time.

anyway, one thing that has always been weird for me is Eomer giving Hasufel and Arod to random strangers, just like that.  Just giving them away, two horses, to a trio of foreign travelers he just met and had suspected of being spies.

like.  what?  This is Rohan.  Horses are the thing you value above all else, I don’t care if their riders are dead, even if their riders don’t have actual heirs somewhere to whom ownership would pass (or Rohirric inheritance law works differently and ownership has somehow defaulted to their éored’s commander, IDK), you’re still a calvary force planning to see a lot more battle in the near future, chances are high you’re going to end up with horseless riders who’ll need them.

this time I actually processed the fact, though, that Eomer believes they’ve inadvertantly killed two innocents, prisoners of the orcs, the beloved companions of these travelers.

The horses aren’t a gift.  They’re weregild.

James March: Overprotective

You’ve been living with James for almost a year now and he’s given you everything you could ask for and more. The best gift that he’s given you is his undying love and loyalty.

But lately you’ve been going a little insane. Although you don’t mind having a few drinks at the Blue Parrot Lounge with your friends, you felt like you needed a night out in the city. Being around new scenery is something that’ll make you oh so happy. But your boyfriend James will never allow it. It comforts him knowing that you’re safe and sound under his very own roof. Whenever you wanted to do a little shopping during the day or wanted to have lunch with your girlfriends, he had no issue with that because in his eyes, daytime in Los Angeles is a lot safer than at night.

You told yourself that today is going to be the day that you stand up and convince your sweetheart, James to let you out. Your girlfriends had their fingers crossed for you, even Liz and Sally do. 

After searching around the hotel for James, you finally found him on Floor 7. You didn’t need a key for the door because it was already wide open. Of course, your boyfriend was playing 1920′s Jazz music. He despised modern day music. But, you do love how old fashioned James is. Especially since you can’t find a lot of men nowadays like that.

James was sitting on the couch, polishing his cane when you found him. “Ah dearest!” He greeted you with a smile, revealing his dimples.

You slowly started getting nervous, knowing you’ll have to ask him the one question that he despises. “Hi James.”

“Come. Sit on my lap.” He patted a hand on his thigh.

“Actually, I didn’t come here to sit. I came here to ask you something.” You started slowly pacing around the room, trying not to make it look noticeable, but you couldn’t help it.

Luckily, James was too focused on polishing his beloved cane that he didn’t notice. “Anything. If it’s money that you need, you know darling, you have the code to my vault.” 

“Yes I know, but it isn’t that. I was kind of hoping, you know-” You paused. “-if you would allow me to go out tonight with my friends?”

James’s mood went from cheerful to displeased. He set his cane to rest against the couch, then walked over to pour himself a drink. He dramatically sighed and you swallowed from nervousness.

You know when James gives you the silent treatment, it’s not a good sign. So you kept your mouth shut, awaiting to hear words form from his mouth. 

“Darling, we have discussed this before. Have we not?” James said while still keeping his back towards you, after finally turning around to face you slowly.

“Y-yes we have. Like I get it, you can’t be there to watch me, but-” You responded, then James cuts you off.

“Indeed. And to your misfortune, my answer is still no.” James objected.

“But that’s not fair. I’m still young. I’m not even 30 yet. I feel like a caged animal.” You whined, standing up to cross your arms in front of you in disagreement.

“Ah yes. And a caged animal that is more than alive and well. Am I correct?” James asked.

No. No is the word you hated hearing the most. You rolled your eyes at James then attempted to storm out of the room, but James catches your wrist. 

“And to where do you think you’re off to?” James asks while tightening his grip on your small wrist.

“Leaving you forever if you don’t let go of me.” You spat, trying to shake off his hand around your wrist, but James’s strength doesn’t allow it. 

James clenched his jaw to help prevent himself from going off on you because of your sudden attitude. “Sit.” He demanded, eyeing you, then eyeing the couch for you to sit on.

“Why?” You scoffed.

“Dearest. Do as I say or else your shopping trips will be no more.”

“Fine.” You said, then James releases his grip from your wrist and you sat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, eager to hear what he has to say.

“I will allow you this night with your companions.”

Your eyes lit up from excitement and you stood up. This was a first. “What?! Really?!”

“Under these conditions.” James demanded, pointing a finger in the air. 

“Okay?” You narrowed your eyes at James.

“You musn’t be out past 1:00″

“Ugh, 2:00.” You suggested, hoping he would agree. But unfortunately, he didn’t.

“1:30″ James said and you mouthed ‘fine’. “And someone will be present to watch over you.”

“Okay seriously? Who?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“My darling friend, John Lowe.” James smiled at you.

“Great. So John is going to babysit my friends and I.” You didn’t agree to having John watch over you and your friends. But, it’s better than James not allowing you go out at all. So you just let it be, hoping that overtime, James can see that you are able to take care of yourself. Which is when pigs fly.

(Hours Later…)

As much as you wished James could go out with you, you were so excited for tonight. Thankfully, John wasn’t dreading tonight like you thought he would. He told you that he’s looking forward to having a drink or two. Having a designated driver also wouldn’t be necessary because majority of the bars are walking distance.

Once John was out of the shower and in his robe, James, being the ghost that he is, popped up in his hotel room. I guess their friendship is so close that James even does John’s hair.

“John, be sure to keep a close eye on my beloved Y/N.” James stated.

“Of course. You know I will.” John said.

“And if anything is out of line. I insist you bring her back to me.” The concern in James’s voice wasn’t hard to ignore. John nodded his head at James. 

After James was finished on his hair, he left the room to let John change. 


Once you were finished getting ready, you made sure to say goodbye to your lover. You especially made sure to thank him for letting you out tonight by giving him a passionate kiss.

You headed to the lobby only to see that John isn’t in sight, so you assumed he wasn’t ready yet. 

Seeing that Iris is at the front desk, you decided to stand and chat with her while you wait for John.

Minutes later he arrives from the elevator looking a tad bit overdressed. You assumed it was James’s doing.

“Ready to go?” John said once he reached the front desk.

You grabbed your clutch from the counter, holding it down at your side. “Yes, officer.”

“Hey hey. It’s not my fault that your boyfriend is so paranoid and overprotective of you.” John chuckled.

“I know. Well lets make a fun night out of it.” You shrugged. 

Just as the two of you were making your way to walk out. You see James by the railings at the Blue Parrot Lounge watching you with a drink in his hand. “I love you!” You shouted to James, then blew him a kiss. With drink in hand, he bent out that arm to you with a smile. 

Breakfast on the Patio

AN: Enjoy some early morning fluff.

Thanks to @whore4batfam for letting me write this.

It’s inspired by this post!


Early morning breakfasts are a tradition for you and Bruce. During the summers the two of you sit on the porch and talk quietly while Alfred works in the kitchen. The kids are typically still asleep, so the two of you enjoy the quiet and your special alone time together.

    Which is why, you’re more than a bit surprised when Damian storms out onto the patio. Your youngest wakes up early. It’s a fact of life. It is also a fact that he spends this time in the morning training. Setting down your orange juice, you and Bruce turn to face him. Before you can even ask what’s wrong, he shouts, “You need to have a baby!”

    You choke on nothing, and as you cough, Bruce’s hand pounds against your back. As the fit subsides you look up at your youngest, “Excuse me?”

    “I refuse to be the baby any longer. Grayson, Todd and Drake are constantly using it as an excuse to keep me away from things. I’m not allowed near Joker, because I’m the baby. I can’t drive the batmobile, because I’m the baby. No Damian, you can’t diffuse that bomb, you’re the baby!

    Your voice is hoarse as you say, “Damian … it’s not that simple.”

    He scoffs, “What are you talking about? Father adopted three children without you, and I’m the result of a drug induced one-night stand. How hard is it? Have a child together, adopt, I don’t care just as long as it is younger than me. Because I am done being the baby.”

    You watch him storm off and turn to your husband. He smirks at you, “Well that’s one way to ask for a younger sibling.”

You can feel a blush spreading to your cheeks, “Bruce!”

He smiles at you, and before you can blink he’s out of his seat and crouching in front of you, “Haven’t you ever thought about it? A little baby?”

You splutter for a few seconds, before finally saying, “Yes, but we’re super-heroes, and CEO’s. We don’t have time for a baby.”

    “Is there ever really a good time to have a baby?”

    “When you’re not constantly out until three am, and working nine hour days.”

    “We could take a step back.”

    You raise an eyebrow in questions, “We or I?”

    He meets your gaze, “We. With the boys around we have more than enough help protecting Gotham, and we could start working regular hours at the company.” You sink back into your seat. His voice is a whisper when he asks, “Have you really not thought about it?”

    You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t. You wanted a child, but you’d been unwilling to upset the balance of your boys. They were finally on good terms with Bruce, and Damian had always been one to be jealous. But at the same time, you yearned to hold that little baby in your arms.

    Almost as though he can see the gears turning in your head he asks, “Sweetheart, do you want to have a baby?”

    You smile, “I do.”

    He smiles, before kissing you.

    When you pull back you say, “Imagine Alfred’s reaction when we tell him.”

    “It’ll be quite Joyous Mrs. Wayne, I assure you.” You look over you shoulder to see the butler watching the two of you through the kitchen window. You roll your eyes, you were surrounded by snoops, and you were convinced Bruce came by it naturally.

    With a smile you say, “Let’s try for a baby.”

Thoughts while reading Acowar.

Mind the swearing and spoilers kids.

-2 years before the wall? Wait is this like a baby bat Rhys POV?
-oh God this field isn’t a nice place. Kinda like it tho.
- omfg 6 High Fae… 6, to defeat one Illyrian… damn.
- Rhys is so protective if his brothers it’s killing me.
-AGH PART ONE HERE I FUCKING COME.
-Yes Feyre, burn this shit.
-Already thinking about that wingspan Feyre? Can’t blame ya.
- Ugh Tamlin no can you not enter this moment just yet. Ugh Lucian I’m fucking watching you.
-Oh for Fuck sake I gotta read about Ianthe soon to?
-ugh I just want some smut and it’s only page nine.
-Feyre you can roll your eyes. God knows I am.
- Oh hey Ianthe, go Fuck yourself Ianthe.
-You definitely revived something from Rhys hands Feyre, but it was far more pleasurable than torture.
-Lucian I won’t ship you and Elaine. But please, for the love of God, kill Ianthe.
-Oh hell fucking ni, Jurian, go fucking Fuck yourself and stay the Fuck away.
-Oh snap, Nesta and Elaine already so powerful they can drain the cauldron.
-Oh snap, Feyre laying down these facts. Also that’s how I spell Miryaim’s name.
-Feyre you savage.
-Jurian, talk about Elaine like that again and I will kill you.
-Oh Fuck off Ianthe, I’ve read enough of you.
-Okay Lucian, my heart is softening towards you.
-God I missed you Alis.
-Damn summer solstice is giving me goosebumps.
-Rhys you are giving me life.
-Uh Oh, Tamlin’s getting jealous of friendship.
-YOU FUCKING BURNED THEIR WINGS.
-Ahhh Feyre you also cringing about Elaine being fucked by a fire blooded male?? Let me introduce to Azriel. He’s far better in my opinion.
-All these painting titles… we’re they like, working title for Acowar.
-Rhysand you get that tongue to work.
-Also Tam you prick.
-TAMLIN YOU MOTHERFUCKING PRICK HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A WHIPPING.
-God Alis, my bae.
-Feyre slit her throat.
-Yes Feyre Fuck this bitch up.
-Oh these twins. Can you fucking not.
- Go Lucian Go.
-Bring on Part Two.
-“He can get in line,” Feyre getting a list of people who wanna kill her to rivals Aelins.
-Oh for Fuck sake, everything was going so well, until Lucian’s brothers showed up.
-OMG CASSIAN YOU’RE BACK.
-AZRIEL MY CUPCAKE.
-“There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” bitch excuse me.
-Cassian you melt my stone cold heart.
-Mor my darling.
-OMG IT’S HAPPENING, RHYS IS COMING.
-Amren, boo. Hru?
-Lucian being called a girl, I’m dying
-AGH RHYS.
-“Go find somewhere else to be,” I know what that means.
-The smut was worth it.
-Oh I missed the banter of my baby bats.
-And Rhys’ swearing begins.
-Cassian sunning his wings. I wonder if a certain Nesta sees.
-Cassian trying to be chill around Nesta is my new aesthetic.
-Nesta reads romance. Hell Yes.
-“You come between a male and his mate, Nesta Archeron, and you’re going to learn about the consequences the hard way.” Trying to foreshadow something there Cassian? I Ship.
-No is mentioning the sorrow and longing in Cassian eyes, Feyre, for the same reason no one mentioned it when Rhys looked at you all those months ago.
-Reading about Elaine is painful.
-I’m relating to Elaine and all those open curtains too much… shit.
-Cassian you’re to precious.
-I missed the Amren/Cassian banter so much.
-Shit Mor is getting pissed.
-Feyre keeps calling Rhys mate and I’m feeling bad for the Australian readers.
-“Because I can’t stay away” well Fuck me if they ain’t mates.
-Nesta looking as Cassian like he’s the only one in the room.
-Damn right there was a reason Lucian wore a fox mask.
-Idk what to write but the nessian at pg.203. gahhhhhhh.
-“Surely Nesta wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle,” omfg Feyre, it’s hilarious of you to think that.
-Feyre were you not there for Acomaf. He was very clearly, cocky then.
-Library sex? I’m in.
-oh, so no library sex.
-To the Bone Carver we go. RIP.
-Oh so, the Carver, and the Wearer are- I’d be shocked only I read that spoiler.
-Oh so the Carver is a mirror type of perosn? What even is a mirror person? Is it his kink?
-Oh Nesta having death powers.
-Feyre constantly calling Rhys mate tho.
-Tbh all I wanna know is who or what the carver appeared to Cassian.
-Everyone in this book be complementing Rhys good taste.
-Ah Az and Elaine be starting. Az be carrying his ship.
-Poor Cassian. Nesta will come around, I promise, I read the spoiler.
-YES AZRIEL SHOW HER THE GARDEN. I’VE READ THIS SPOILER PAGE SO MUCH AND NOW IT’S MINE.
-You know, I wrote a fanfiction about Az and Elaine in a garden and her calling his scars pretty. They kissed in it.
-“Azriel isn’t the ravishing type,” Rhys you should read the fanfic I wrote about him. He loves to ravish.
-omg Cassian calming Nesta- ugh how many more pages until this kiss?
-Az, sunning your wings for Elaine? How scandalous.
-“Why not make them mates?” Feyre babe I’m asking the same question.
-FEYRE YOU SHIP ELRIEL TOO? Oh sweetie I love you more than Cassian rn.
-Rhysand, let Feyre play matchmaker.
-I was about to bash Kier for insulting Az, but Az got this shit.
-Oh not this fucking Eris bitch again.
-Rhys the Fuck you playing at?
-Okay, ngl I know Mor is gay but those Eris know? Ffs.
-Okay everyone is fighting and I’m more intrigued than I should be.
-D'as Nessian.
-Double d'aw Elriel.
-Pg.303 and back to sassy Az.
-Sassy Az KS giving me life.
-It was at page 306 that I realised I was in love with Az.
-Nephelle’s be giving me goosebumps.
-Yes bathtub scent with Rhys.
-Oh it’s actually a massage scene? I’m in.
-Feyre are you trying to start a war? Cassian flying with Nesta. Dammit who am I kidding I wanna see that.
-Yes Az, help Elaine in the garden. I am sailing this ship.
-Nesta watching Cassian lick his fingers and I’m like, now imagine that kissing elsewhere.
-Nes? I ship.
-Some shit happening in the library.
-ohhhh so we finally reached the part where people wonder if Elaine is a seer.
-Yes Feyre, put Elaine’s riddles together.
-Okay that scene was intense but Nessian at the end was calming.
-“Amren on the hunt,” a novel by sjm.
-Damn Az, took you awhile but bravo, she’s a seer. God it couldn’t be any easier to love you.
-Lucian I swear to God if you die, looking for this sixth queen, I will kill you.
-Also where is my Suriel.
-Shit Alis don’t die.
-oh FFS, look, “king” of Hybren, old buddy. If you’d kindly fuck off. Only it’s late, I don’t need these plot twists.
-Look, “King,” I’d pay good money to see you try and take Feyre.
-Rhys if you could destroy my upcoming exams the way you did those ships, I’d be grateful.
-pg.379, more smut, hell yes.
-pg.381, Nesta all concerned.
-The amount of sex feysand are having. That wingspan must be truly impress you Feyre darling.
-So Cassian is terrible at complements.
-Ah yes boys, bringing up that wingspan again.
-This Nessian tho.
-“she threatened to freeze my balls off,” Kallias, Viviane, welcome to my heart.
-I’m in love with Viviane.
-God sake, Tamlin Fuck off.
-Tamlin, let me tell you, Rhys and Feyre have fucked so much I’m sure he could recount every noise she is capable of making.
-Fucking shut up Tamlin.
-Eris if you’d kindly shut the Fuck up too, it’d be a pleasure.
-Pg.438, Nesta, damn, *blows kisses.*
-nvm of 439, Go Feyre. Slay.
-Helion…. wait… look I can’t go around loving all these people. It makes me look like I have a heart.
-You know I’d be surprised at Lucian being a whole, some air of dawn court, but I already read that spoiler.
-Okay mor is gay why is- you know what, never mind, I give up.
-Oh. Oh Fuck.
-lol, I’m so tired, whenever I hear the wall mentioned all I can think of is humpty dumpty.
-“Don’t even start,” Nesta, sweetie, we’ve been shipping this since the last book.
-Part three here I come.
-btw this is still the same day for me. I’ve read up to part three in a few hours. It’s two in the morning. Never underestimate a fangirl deprived of her smut.
-Jurian just has to show up, doesn’t he.
-idk who I am to believe anymore.
-I wanna say Fuck this shit I’m out. But I am so in.
-So am I meant to trust Jurian or not.
-Damn Tarquin.
-Nessian will kill me quicker than these plot twists.
-Ayyy more shut, god I love you Sarah.
-Yes, the Suriel is coming into play bitches. I’d been surprised by what happens only I’ve seen this spoiler too.
-Okay first thing first, Ianthe please Fuck off Secondly rip Suriel 2K17.
-Cassian what happened. Nesta please. I know the ending and shit but tf happened.
-Feyre be joining up these dots about which way Mor floats.
-This, Varian, Amren thing, yeah I’d like another five books of it.
-Awww, Az, you’re to sweet and selfless.
-I’m so tired IDK how to feel anymore.
-Oh greatttt, Feyre got hit with an arrow. Any more plot twists.
-Wait Tamlin? Fuck, ugh.
-d'aw, Elaine kissed his cheek.
-it’s four in the morning. I have less than one hundred pages left.
-Shit.
-Fucking hell Elaine stab them bastard.
-Also Nessian hell yes.
-Also…wait what’s happening.
-Rhysand you fucking bastard it’s five in the morning don’t do this to me. I know you live god dammit don’t fucking do this.
-oh thank fuck that’s all settled.
-This book. These plot twists. These ships. It’s all so heart wrenching and shit.
-Wait is she flying over Velaris in her lingerie.
-Fuck it’s half five in the morning. I read this book in under 24 hours. I need to sleep.
*hours later*
-omfg I need to read this shit again. It was so good. The High Lords, the banter, the near death experiences. The romance. The sass. Sarah you queen.
-if the at least the novellas don’t have nessian or Elriel tho I may be tempted to cry.

And that, my friends, is a snippet of the roller coaster if thoughts and emotions I went through. I was too tired to cry during it but my heart was successfully ripped out a few times.

Four Times They Almost Kissed and The One Time They Did- Lin X Reader

1.
You grabbed a glass of champagne, seeing that all of your friends were socializing with other people and you looked around, trying to spot a place to go outside since it was getting stuffy in the room. You saw a glass door which presumably led to a balcony and you made a beeline there and you opened the door and slipped outside.

The cold air hit you all at once and you set your glass down to the right of the door before you crossed your arms, trying to keep all of the warmth. You picked your glass back up, realizing that there was really no point in trying to keep warm.

You walked further away from the door that led inside and you made your way close to the edge.

You looked around, amazed at the view you had- you could almost see the ball in Times Square. Although it was cold outside, you reasoned with yourself that getting this view was worth freezing for. You felt someone nudge your arm and you turned around, seeing Lin. You smiled a bit.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” He asked you, no longer looking at you but at Times Square and all of the buildings. Your features softened when seeing the look of adoration he had when looking at the city.

“Yes, it’s beautiful.” You told him and he nodded. He turned to look at you again and he shrugged off his suit jacket and offered it to you.

“You look cold.” He said sheepishly and you took the jacket cautiously.

“Are you sure? What if you get cold?”

“I’ll go back inside.”

“Touché.” You slipped the jacket on, noticing immediately how it smelled like Lin.

Yeah, he was never getting this back.

You guys heard a cheer from the huge crowd at Times Square.
“I guess it’s the new year.” He said quietly and he turned towards you, beginning to close the distance. You moved forward as well.
“Hey Lin, we’re starting some karaoke, wanna join?” Someone from inside yelled and he pulled away before he could kiss you.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He smiled and he looked at you. “I’ll see you later?”

“I think I am going to go home. I am really tired.” You lied and he put his hands in his pockets.

“Do you need a ride?”

“I can just get a cab but thank you.”

“It’s no problem- text me when you get home, okay?” He asked. You smiled and nodded.

“Sure, and Lin?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy New Year.” You raised your glass of champagne.

“Happy New Year- to us.” He replied, returning the toast.

“Yeah. To us.”


2.
“Happy birthday Lin!” You yelled, your voice drowned out by all of the others who were giving him birthday wishes as well. His smile grew as he looked at everyone who was here and he started greeting everyone and talking. Everyone was already ordering rounds and Lin made his way over to you, practically bouncing from all of the energy and from how excited he was.

You felt yourself begin to smile as well, Lin’s smile being contagious.

“I’m glad that you are here!” He said and your smile grew.

“I’m glad you showed up to your party.” You replied and he laughed.

“I went to the wrong bar two times before I came here.”

“You made it and that’s what matters.”

“Yup- anyway, if I were to say do karaoke, would you join me?”

“What song because I don’t think I’ve listened to any normal music in ten years.”

“Your choice.”

“Champagne.”

He smiled to himself and then he looked back at you. “Let’s do it.”
You both got on stage and he looked at you and smiled reassuringly.

“So I got you a present, I went downtown to get it, are you doing anything tonight?”

The song went on as usual.

The part in the musical where Vanessa and Usnavi kiss came up and you both took a step forward.

“I wish I was mad- I’m just too late.” You concluded and you both just stared at each other, not knowing what to do. Everyone applauded loudly and cheered and you put the microphone back on the stand, quickly going back into the crowd.


3.
“Take that back!” You yelled and Lin looked at you, amused.

“I stand by what I said.” He replied and you groaned out of frustration

“Groundhogs day is the best holiday ever and I will fight you.”

“Why is it the best holiday?”

“I don’t know but it is, okay? We have an entire day dedicated to whether a groundhog sees his shadow or not and I think that is great.”

“I mean it’s either six weeks until spring or six more weeks of winter and it means the exact same thing?”

“You can fight me.”

“No, I don’t want to fight you. I’m just saying that groundhogs day is pointless.”

“And I’m just saying that you can fight me.”

“I much rather kiss you.”

“What?”

“Forget I said anything.”


“No. You said-”

“That groundhogs day is pointless.” He finished, turning a light shade of red.

“No after that.”

“That I much rather kiss you than fight you?”

“So why don’t you?” You asked and he froze before he leaned in close to you.

“Groundhog’s day is pointless.” He whispered before pulling away. You rolled your eyes, glaring at him slightly.

“You are such a tease, I can’t believe it.”

“So you’re saying you wanted me to kiss you?” He asked and you shook your head, maybe a bit too quickly.

“Forget I said anything.” You answered.


4.
“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You announced and he shook his head, smiling.

“We are laying in my bed and watching cartoons.”

“Like I said, best Valentine’s Day ever.” You smiled and you put your head on his chest and stared up at the TV, aware that he was now resting his chin on your head.

“And here I was thinking that it was just because you were spending it with me.”

“Well that’s partly true. And it’s also because you’re letting me wear your hoodies.”

“Am I ever going to get those hoodies back?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll take that as a yes because you finally gave me my suit jacket back today.”

“Well your hoodies are really comfortable so I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” You told him and you closed your eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve told you but you’re beautiful.” He said gently and you opened your eyes quickly.

“I don’t think I’ve told you but you’re the corniest person I know.”

“No, corny would be looking at someone while I ask if the view is amazing and you reply yes and you are talking about them.”
“Seems oddly specific.”

“New Year’s Eve.”

“For the record I was talking about the city as well, I just happened to be looking at you.”

“Sure.” He teased and you rolled my eyes.

We watched the cartoons in silence for a bit before you turned over, facing him. He looked at you, a gentle smile on his face and he sat up. You sat up as well and he leaned over the bed, about to kiss you before the doorbell rang and he swore under his breath in Spanish.

“That’s probably the food.”

“I’ll get it.” You offered and you slid off the bed and quickly made your way out of the room.


5.

“We only have thirty minutes before the first song- you should probably grab your seat.” Lin said, looking a bit nervous. You smiled and grabbed his hand.

“Hey, you can do it. You’re gonna blow everyone away.” You told him and he smiled a bit.

“You really think so?”

“Lin I’ve been spending so much time at your apartment to make sure that you get sleep and I’ve heard you sing all of the songs. I know you can do this.” You reminded him.

“Right, right.”

“Lin look at me.” You said and he looked at you, a mixture of panic and excitement on his face. “I believe in you. Your cast mates believe in you.”

“I know I know I just… what if I-”

You pressed your lips to his and he stopped talking instantly, relaxing and kissing you back.

“Finally.” You heard someone say and you jumped away and looked over to see Chris with his arms crossed and smiling. “I have been waiting for you guys to do that since you first met each other.”
Your face turned red and Lin’s face turned red as well.

“Good luck.” You whispered and Lin smiled brightly.

“I knew that you were the more cliché one.”

“Oh c'mon how was that cliché at all?” You argued and he laughed quietly.

“Shutting me up by kissing me? Cliché. I’ll see you after the show.” He giggled and you nodded. He stole one last glance at you before you exited the backstage area, walking around to the main entrance and you got into your seat right as the show started. The first song started and when Lin entered center stage, you felt excitement rise in you.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He sang, followed by thousands of people cheering. He looked around the audience before finding your eyes. “My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait. Just you wait.”

anonymous asked:

Did you start shipping sheith back in s1 and if so why? Not an anti! Just curious.

Oh, I have no problem believing you’re just curious. Back in s1 days I had not one but four of my friends ask me why I shipped it.

So yes, I did start shipping it back in season 1 but it’s not like they were an OTP or anything. In fact, I only started to actively ship it at the s1 finale. Here’s how it went for me. 

There I am, watching the pilot episode, having a grand time and feeling nostalgic and really enjoying myself. When this happens. 

This scene set off all kinds of alarms inside my head. Now, it’s not like I started shipping it here but this interaction caught my interest because it indicated that these two clearly knew each other. This was further confirmed after Shiro is awake and they have their little shoulder touch “Good to have you back”/”Good to be back”. So I was eagerly awaiting some backstory, that I have yet to get >_>

The series moved forward though and I was enjoying the ride. Shiro quickly became my favourite, so I always paid particular attention to him when he was on screen, even if he was in the background. So that meant I noticed that Keith was just there a lot too. That led me to realize that it wasn’t simply that Shiro and Keith knew each other, but that they were really close, and had been as such before the series started. Even just in the first episode I kept noticing things.

Also Keith is always looking out for Shiro and is very protective and worried for him.

Meanwhile Shiro really respects Keith’s abilities and trusts him 100%. 

There’s just a lot of subtle moments between them that build up to the finale. And oh boy, the finale!

That’s when it really hit me because Keith is desperate and brutal in his attempts to save Shiro and the Black Lion. Keith also has no personal reasons to be as invested in taking down Zarkon as he is in the finale, to the point of shutting off Coran, so I have to assume that it relates to what the Galra did to Shiro. I mean, rewatch that fight. It feels so personal and I was sitting there watching it thinking damn Keith, what did the Galra ever do to you? Well, they took Shiro away and tortured him for an entire year. 

And Shiro saves Keith back which was really great.

So yeah I already shipped it in season 1 because these two were clearly close, had a lot of mutual respect and trust in each other and were just very tender and intimate with each other. And that’s my shipping aesthetic. 

Boys Don’t Kiss Boys

Group: Bangtan Boys

Pairing: Yoonmin

Genre: Fluff




Yoongi always liked Jimin the most.

Jimin wasn’t like the other boys. Jimin was different, much kinder. He didn’t want to hit Yoongi or steal his lunch like all the others boy did.

Instead, he wanted to play with Yoongi.

Yoongi always wondered why out of everyone did Jimin chose to be with him. But he was happy because at least he had a friend.

They were on the playground during lunchtime. While everyone else was away playing Yoongi and Jimin were hidden behind the trees playing pretend in one of the many elaborate stories that Yoongi came up with.

This time Jimin was playing a young prince that needed to be saved and Yoongi was the knight in shining armor that was going to save Jimin from the clutches of the evil dragon-a one-eyed teddy bear that they had found in the toys’ room.

“Stop right there,” Yoongi bellowed in his loudest voice to the teddy bear behind which Jimin was quivering with fear.

“What did you say?” Yoongi asked in a dramatic voice.

Jimin cried out louder.

“Do not worry prince for I am here to save you,” Yoongi said to Jimin before returning his attention back to the dragon.

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my mom's comments on dear evan hansen, act two
  • To Break In A Glove: so i understand that this is supposed to represent evan replacing connor, but. this song is really boring can we skip it (me: no you need to listen to it) i don't like connor's dad he seems like he supports trump because "hillary wrote bad emails" (me: you're right)
  • Good For You: if you started going to dinner with another family i'd be pretty happy. food costs a lot. (me: wow ok)
  • Only Us: this girl has a beautiful voice (me: i love laura dreyfuss) shh let me listen
  • Words Fail: he's...actually crying? (me: yes) wow.
  • So Big/So Small: oh wow, i'm actually sad about this
  • Finale: i feel... sad?
  • Conclusion: i am very excited to see this. i liked every part with evan and connor in it. i think that they actually dated (me: SAME)
Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 


“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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Pillow Talk

This is a one shot/ vignette for my This Ends Tonight story. 

I can’t write this as a complete and linear story. I have been writing a lot of pieces for this in the form of vignettes or snapshots. Every one takes place with Ivar and his wife in bed at the end of a given day, recounting something that happened between them on whichever given day, It is all completely out of order but it is just what feels best for this story.


Warnings:fluff, smut, cheese, cringe, bad dialogue XD, does a Jerkin have laces? Well they do now, Ivar’s wife is a prude, Ivar can’t get it up, it’s ok though, it happens, he is totally cool with it

1900 words



“You have been coming to bed so late and you aren’t sleeping Ivar. I can see that you are in pain. I wish that you would let me help you." 


Ivar sat silent at the edge of the bed with his back to his wife, working at unfastening his complicated leg braces. Studying his body language, she thought that if her husband slumped his shoulders any further, gravity would take force and he might just topple head first into the floor. She couldn’t say that she wouldn’t find a small bit of enjoyment in the sight. With his hard head, it probably wouldn’t even faze the man.  


It was as if he was carrying the weight of all of Norway on his back. He could try and play it off, to make excuses and blame it on the weight of his position, but one would have to be both blind and a fool to not see that he was suffering through a considerable amount of pain and doing a terrible job at trying to conceal it. It wasn’t the burden of ruling that he was shouldering, it was the burden of constant and unrelenting pain. He didn’t need to say anything, she could sense it in her own bones.


The past few weeks, whenever she would steal a glance at her husband  over dinner or anytime that he thought nobody was looking, his face would often be contorted into a grimace. He had been moving slower and was obviously struggling with his crutches. Aisling wished that he would just give the damned contraptions a rest, they could only be adding to his discomfort, but she knew that Ivar was far too prideful to resort back to crawling. He had been adamant that he would never crawl in front of his people again. He wouldn’t have them looking down upon him. He was their King.


"I am fine.”
he clipped, unclasping the last fastening on his right brace and letting it fall to the floor with a loud clunk before beginning on the left one.
Moving onto her knees, she made her way across the bed and settled down to sit next to him. He didn’t even lift his head to acknowledge her, instead he remained concentrated on the metal buckles. 


Placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, she leaned forward and inclined her head in an attempt to meet his eyes. He flicked them towards her face, gazing at her for only a second before frowning and returning them to the task at hand.

 
“You are not fine, Ivar. You are hurting." 


Finally slipping the wretched thing off, he blew out a long breath. Bracing his hands on the tops of his legs and using his arms as leverage to straighten out his back, he sat up and started work on removing his jerkin.

 
"I am in pain but it is nothing new.” he admitted, staring forward, his fingers moving deftly at the leather straps. 


“If there is something I can do to help, let me do it for you. Anything.” she spoke softly. “Please. Let me.” she continued, moving her hand to rest on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. 


Turning his head to meet her gaze, he covered her hand with his own and gave her a weak smile.


“There isn’t much that can be done to help, not anymore. It just comes when it wants to and stays for a while until it decides to go away and that is that.”
he sighed, slipping out of the leather garment and crossing his arms to pull his tunic up over his head.  


Indicating that the conversation was over, he gave his wife a chaste kiss and laid back into the furs. Before he could reach to pull his legs along with the rest of his body, she grabbed hold of them, one at a time, and lifted them up over the edge of the bed, setting them gently into place .To her surprise, he made no move or sound of protest. 


Closing his eyes, Ivar sighed contentedly and let his head sink into the pillows. She remained seated next to him, letting a hand linger on his knee. After a few moments had passed, he opened one eye to see that his wife sat unmoved and staring at him. 


“I cannot fall asleep with you staring at me like that, woman.”
he grumbled. Swatting at her hand, he rolled over and pulled the covers over himself. 


“Hmph. Grouch.”
she mumbled, carefully climbing over his legs to get to her side of the bed. 


“Mmm hmph.”
he mumbled back in agreement. 


Snuggling in under the firs, she turned to face her husband. She had been finding that she loved to watch him sleep, to see him at peace. To see his face relaxed and unmarred by worry or pain. Seeing him so still and content, it had become her favorite nightcap. She could fall fast into sleep, just watching him sleep. 


“You’re staring again.”


“I am not.”


“Yes. You are.”


“How would you know?”


“I can feel your eyes burning into my forehead. Witch.”


“Arse.”


“Go to sleep wife.”


“I’m not tired, not really.”


“I don’t care. Roll over and pretend then.”


“I can’t.”


“And why not?”


“I’m cold.”


“It’s winter.”


“Hold me?”


Ivar scoffed and finally opened his eyes. He tried to give his wife a stern look, but looking at her laying there, eyes alight with devotion, he couldn’t help but smile. He felt he didn’t deserve her love. How had he managed to win her over? He didn’t know, but somehow, he had. Pulling her into his arms he sighed and nuzzled his face into her hair. Breathing in deep, he closed his eyes again. She smelled of salt water and heather and he could not think of a smell that could be any sweeter. 


“Are you happy now?” he mumbled into her hair.


“…happier, I suppose." 


"What else do you want from me woman?”


“I could think of… a few different things.”


“The answer is no.”


“You don’t even know what they are.”


“I do.”


“If you knew, you would not deny me.”


“You still think you have me figured out, don’t you?”


“You’re not that complicated a creature.”


“I am not that stupid of a man either.”


“What is that supposed to mean?”


“It means I know what you are suggesting, you wanton thing, and I am exhausted. The answer is no.”


“I could do all the work.”


“I couldn’t get it up if I wanted to.”


“Is that a challenge?”


“Enough talking.”


“I could put it in my mouth.”


“I am sure you could wife. You would enjoy it too. Probably even more than me.”


“Probably.”


“If you shut up and go to sleep, I may allow it in the morning.”


“Liar, you will be up and out the door before sunrise.”


“Sure, but only after you service me wife.”


“I wont b-

“Shh.“

"Bu-”


Opening his eyes, he grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss to stop her incessant talking and teasing. He kissed her long and slow, running his hands leisurely up and down the backs of her thighs, he felt his wife shiver at his touch and melt into him. Her delicate hands on his neck, she moaned into his mouth so sweetly and he just couldn’t deny her any longer. He was tired and sore but his little wife was so responsive and easy to please. 


He broke the kiss and laid her on her back, propped himself up on his elbow. She whimpered and tried to pull him back down to her, desperately seeking his lips again. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him hungrily. When she reached down and started to untie his breaches, he caught her wrist and shook his head. 


“Lay back and be still.” he whispered against her lips. 

She laid back into the firs and he moved to position himself in between her thighs. Pushing her nightdress up over her hips, he grabbed a hold of her legs and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders. ”

Scoot up a little closer.“ he breathed.


He hadn’t even touched his wife yet and her little legs were already shaking and trembling.


"Is this what you want wife?”


“Mmm. God’s yes. Please.”


“You are dripping wet already, you will come fast for me, yes?”


She whined and nodded her head. 


“Yes.”


“Good girl. You know I would love to take my time, right elskan?”


"Yes, yes. I understand. Just…please.”


He blew teasingly on her sex and she cried out, bucking her hips and fisting her hands in her own hair. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her thighs.


“Be still.”


“Ivar. Please.”  


He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh and let his lips linger there, looking up at his wife, her head was thrown back into the pillows and she was gripping the sheets so tightly in anticipation that her knuckles where turning white.


She lifted her head and glanced down at him, her face flushed with arousal and frustration. He smirked against her thigh and she sat up on her elbows.


“Ivar! Really? Tired huh? Not too tired to torture me it seems." 


"Okay. Okay. I’m sorry." he laughed, stroking her legs and smirking up at her.

"Lay back.”

“I don’t trust you, oaf." she pouted.


Ivar decided that she had had enough. Poor thing, she was dripping and throbbing for him. 


He pulled her hips forward and wasted no more time. He dipped his tongue into her entrance and used his thumb to press tight little circles into her clit. Her whole body shuttered and she fell back to the mattress panting and sobbing. He slid his tongue out, licking and swirling it over her entrance before moving up and drawing her swollen clit between his lips. Using his fingers, he began pumping them in and out. Already he could sense she was close, the muscles in her legs were tensing, her hands tangling in his braids and tugging, her walls clenching around his fingers. She was gasping his name breathlessly over and over again, rolling her hips wantonly against he his face, her juices coating his lips and chin. He moaned into her cunt, he loved this. He loved tasting her. He loved hearing her sounds of pleasure. He loved bringing her that pleasure. He loved her and he knew he would never be able to get enough of her.

 He suckled and flicked his tongue over her clit until she came shaking and screaming, squeezing her thighs around his neck and pulling at his hair. Just the way he wanted her to. He lay his head on her thigh and closed his eyes, waiting for her to come down, he absentmindedly stroked his hand over her hips and let his fingertips dance over her stomach.


Crawling up next to her, he pulled her into his arms and tried to kiss her but she pushed his face away and looked at him in disgust. He knew she hated that. That’s why he did it. Just to see her lip curl up at him.For old times sake.


"Oh, come on.”he laughed, pulling the covers up around them.


“No! Gross.”


“One kiss. ”


“Go wash your face.”


“In the morning.”


“Heathen.”


“Prude.”



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My Hero // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : Jeff gets in a fight with Bryce and he hurt his hand pretty bad . Then I came out of cheer leading practice and see him in the hallway trying to bandage his hand , I go over there and kisses it when I finished helping bandage his hand . Then he kisses me and admits his feeling towards me . The rest is up to you , maybe you can put like why they got in a fight 

Requests are closed. xx

Originally posted by bluerangerpower

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate


Cheer leading practice was exhausting, I pulled my bag over my shoulder and decided against changing out of my outfit.

“See you tomorrow, Sheri?” I asked, passing her by the lockers.

“Yeah. Great job today, by the way. First time flyers are usually paranoid.” The girl laughed lightly.

I smiled sheepishly before waving and leaving the locker room. I stopped in the middle of the hallway, searching for my phone when I heard a grunt. Furrowing my eye brows I turned down a hallway and saw Jeff leaning against the lockers with a pained expression on his face. I’ve known him for a long time, he’s actually one of the only nice jocks in the school. He’s straight up with people, a personality trait that I’ve always been jealous of.

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Why Phichit is my Favorite Character

In honor of reaching 500 followers, I decided it was about time I made a post that shows that this blog is actually what it sounds like. This is going to be a long ride full of incoherent rambling, so hold on tight. Yes I am listening to Shall We Skate and Terra Incognita on repeat while writing this

Lets start from the beginning. The first time we see Phichit, we see him for only a few seconds, where he only says one line of dialogue, ¨Yuuri!¨, which was preceded by a giggle. We don’t see him again for the rest of the episode, or the next. Or the next. There is nothing that you can glean from this character at first glance.

But that was the moment I fell in love with the character that is Phichit Chulanont. 

See, It wasn’t his first official appearance that made me fall in love with him. The reason I liked this character so much was because I understood he was close to Yuuri and cared about him. Now, for those of you who don’t know, I became invested in Yuri!!! on ICE because of Yuuri and the premise + figure skating. Not victuuri, although that was wonderful because!!! Representation!!! I was just glad there was a main character I, and many others, could deeply relate to. But this post isn’t about Yuuri. Its about Phichit. And because I could see he cared for Yuuri, I got interested. 

So I watched the scene again to figure out what I could. And here is what I was able to come up with.

He lives in Thailand, but has just arrived home after being somewhere else, or is leaving. More likely the former. He is cheerful, and invested somewhat in social media. He is close friends with Yuuri, or at least acquainted, and is likely a figure skater. 

I looked him up after that, and my love only grew. 

Also, we had this picture in the ending

God I love him

The next time we see Phichit, we see him in a video call with Yuuri in episode 4. His first appearances are all very Yuuri-centered. 

But boy did this scene deliver a BIG LOAD of information. 

I had been right about quite a few things from my first guesses about Phichit. He just arrived back in Thailand and likes social media, as seen by the literal touchscreen gloves and multiple IG posts. He is also very close with Yuuri. VERY CLOSE. I damn near cried over how comfortable and happy Yuuri became when he was talking with Phichit. And how comfortable PHICHIT looked when he was talking to Yuuri. 

They had clearly been friends for a long time, Yuuri even knew phrases in Phichits native language, and I have no doubts that Phichit knows phrases in Japanese.

This sort of familiarity and calm interaction is something we only really see Yuuri take part in when he is with his family, +the Nishigori’s, at least at the beginning of the series. 

When Yuuri starts talking about composer girl, Phichit is able to immediately understand what Yuuri needs without even having to hear Yuuri say it. That is the kind of friendship some can only dream of. 

We already know Phichit is a wonderful, reliable friend from less than a minute of interaction. Less than a minute. I counted. I have seen dozens of shows where it takes multiple WHOLE EPISODES to understand the relationship between two characters, but with Yuri on Ice it takes less than a minute. This is a result of good writing and good, rounded characters. 

Which leads to my next topic of discussion.

Phichit is such a well-rounded character holy shit

There are no lingering doubts about Phichit’s character. There isn’t a scene where you are left wondering, “Why did Phichit do this” or “What is Phichit thinking” because we know, at least in my case. As long as you understand Phichit as a character you can understand the motivations behind his actions. 

Episode 6 is a beautiful Phichitfest and I was having a good ol’ time. 

Now, for reference, episode 6 is when I really got into Yuri on Ice as a show. Characters I didn’t really like were starting to have more appeal, like Viktor, and characters I loved got better, somehow. 

Bonus points for fashion goddamn

HE CALLS CELESTINO CIAO CIAO. CIAO CIAO. HE IS SO PRECIOUS

His constant need to document everything on social media is also much appreciated. 

also this

Captain of the #victuuri ship honestly same Phichit

So,as I’m watching this episode I’m just waiting and thinking 

when do i get to see Phichit skate?? when??

I find out Phichit skates first and Im !!!!

then he skates. 

AND BOY DOES HE EVER FUCKING SKATE

Phichit steps out onto that rink in his princely attire and I am gone then and there.

Shall We Skate? is such a masterpiece and I LOVE IT

You can say what you want about Phichit, but if you cant see how much Phichit adores skating through his performance than you clearly haven’t watched the series. 

I have a record of crying every time I watch Phichit skate when I watched the episodes he was in for the first time. Every time. This one is no exception. 

The fact that the audience is shown to get very caught up in Phichit’s performance made me so happy? These people, who are all there to support the more popular skaters, are getting caught up in the dance of a skater who hadn’t even been on their radar. 

Originally posted by meldingseas

After his skate was done, he was still RIDICULOUSLY PROUD AND SUPPORTIVE OF HIS FELLOW SKATERS EVEN IF THEY SCORED HIGHER THAN HIM

JUST

LOOK AT HIM

HES SO PROUD!!

what a good friend fukc i love him

What I wouldn’t give to have a friend like Phichit

Ok.

Terra Incognita. 

me too ciao ciao

This performance showed how much you can glean from a person while watching them skate. And yes. I cried. 

Just.

His motivation for skating is so fucking clear. 

He wants to make his country proud.

And he does. 

The audience is rooting for Phichit, he gets the crowd hyped up and he delivers. 

He worked his ass off for this performance and it pays off

He nails all of his components and scores higher than he ever has

He is so confident that hes won and he WINS

HE FUCKING WINS

HE BEATS YUURI AND CHRIS AND LEO ALL OF WHOM WERE MAJOR CONTENDERS FOR THE GRAND PRIX 

HE WINS HIS FIRST GOLD MEDAL

AND AFTER THE ROSTELECOM CUP BECOMES THE FIRST THAI SKATER TO ADVANCE TO THE GRAND PRIX FINAL

HE??? IS SO GOOD

And that’s why it made me so mad when he lost the Grand Prix Final. 

Sixth. Place. 

I love the other skaters. I really do. But JJ did not deserve a bronze medal. He was way over scored and should have gotten last place. Phichit scored about as high as the previous years third place winner. JJ. 

His Shall We Skate made me hella emotional and sob along with him at the end. He is SUCH A GOOD SKATER. 

Originally posted by orekis

I never cried as hard during the entirety of YOI as I did during Phichit’s Terra Incognita performance. He was so happy to just be performing. Even after he messed up one jump he continued to smile. 

That is what makes a performer. 

Phichit entertains the audience. He holds their attention and gets them hyped up and on the edge of their seats. 

He has fun while he skates and just genuinely loves his sport. 

This gif sums it up pretty well

Originally posted by vikturi-katsforov

The scenes he got outside of the competition made me happy at least, and some of the flashbacks provided some nice information and depth

Originally posted by ryokho

Originally posted by yaoyorozus

Originally posted by bonbonbunny

and the iconic #victuuricaptain moment

Originally posted by asparagusoup

and I may be really salty about his loss but i am SO PROUD OF HIM

I am going to quote something I said when I first made this blog. 

“Just by qualifying for the Grand Prix Finals, Phichit won. He may not have won a medal, but he achieved not only one of his dreams, skating “Shall We Skate” in a major competition, but also made history by becoming the first Thai skater to compete in the Grand Prix Finals. WE should all be extremely proud of him, and hopefully watch him continue to made his dreams reality in the next season!”

I stand by this statement fully and wholeheartedly. Yes, Phichit deserved to be placed higher, and yes, it was completely unfair. But lets be proud of what he did achieve, and appreciate him for the amazing character he is. 

tldr; Phichit is a wonderful character and I love him. Thanks for 500 followers!

Friendly Competition (M)

A JackJoon Drabble 

Originally posted by saranghajii

Being a little tease was your thing- you loved making others want you until that was all they could think about. 
But, unfortunately for you- doing the same to these two, would remind you why it’s not nice to be a little tease. 


The moment you entered their shared apartment, the aura felt off- you couldn’t explain it but you could feel that familiar tightness in your tummy you got when something was about to go down. 
As you walked into the living room, both men were sitting there; patiently waiting for you. 

“Yah..” You timidly spoke out as you glanced around the the dimly lit room, “Why is it so dark in here?” 

Jackson slowly stood from his spot next to Namjoon, making his way over to you. “Why are you so nervous, y/n?” He smoothly chuckled, circling you.
All you could do was anxiously gulp, it was as if he could read your mind. 
“Don’t worry baby..” He purred, as his fingertips lightly grazed your lower back. “Just trust us okay?” 

Nodding your head, you pressed your lips together as you felt the electricity in your core practically shoot through your entire body, “What’s going on?..” You still continued to question. “I- I..” You stuttered as Namjoon rose from his seat, calmly strutting over to the two of you. 

“Well y/n..” He began, his voice was calm and smooth- yet the stern undertone he had shook your core, “Jungkookie and Yugyeom told us about your behavior.” Stepping into your personal space, he brought his hand up to your face, “I- Well..” He purred as he glanced over to Jackson, his fingers touched your cheek ever so slightly. “We decided to teach you a lesson..” 

You could hear Jackson slowly undoing his belt, sliding it free from the loops of his jeans, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun.” He delicately wrapped his belt around your throat like a makeshift collar and leash. “Joonie and I decided to turn this into a friendly little competition.” 

Namjoon softly giggled as the two men practically began sandwiching you in between them while Jackson tightly held the makeshift leash in his hand, tightening it around your throat. 
“Wh- What do you mean?” You replied, biting you lower lip as you peered up at Namjoon- feeling Jackson press his muscular body against you. 

Leaning down, his lips right beside your ear- Namjoon whispered, “We’re going to tease you the way you tease everyone else, y/n..” 

Jackson’s plush lips gently pressed against the crook of your neck, “And while we do that- we just want to see who can affect you the most..” Softly nipping at your neck and shoulder, a soft airy whine flowed out of you, “Hmm, Joonie I think I might win already. “ He smugly chuckled. 

Shaking his head, his plump lips curled up in a mischievous smile as he took your hand into his- leading the two of you over to the couch. You were still basically trapped between them as the three of you took your seats. 
Namjoon’s hand suddenly ghosted over your breasts, his fingertips only touched them ever so slightly. Pressing his lips against your jaw, licking a broad strip across your jawline; he lowly growled, “I bet you’re already soaking wet, babygirl..” 

Fuck. 

Hearing him call you the sweet pet name made you melt into him completely, “Uh huh..” You sweetly whined, rubbing your thighs together. 

“Not uh, little one..” Jackson suddenly replied, shaking his head as he trailed his hand up and down your thighs- making sure not to touch you were he knew you needed it the most. “Use your words..” He purred as you parted your legs slightly, “Tell us how much you want us already, princess..” 

“I want you both..” You whimpered, biting your lip as Namjoon’s fingertips lightly circled your clothed nipples, “I want you both so fucking badly..”  

“Good girl.” Namjoon hummed against your neck, roughly nipping at it- earning a loud whine out of you. His hands hooked around the bottom hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it up and off you in seconds; exposing the pretty lace bralette that hugged your supple breasts. 

Both men groan the site, “You’re so gorgeous y/n..” Jackson murmured while eagerly tugging on the waistband of your leggings. “Let’s get these off you, little one..” Kneeling down, he slowly pulled them down your voluptuous thighs, groaning at the site of the matching panties perfectly hugging your hips as he flung the light material off to the side. 
“Do you want me to touch you babygirl?” 

“Uh huh-” You quickly whimpered in reply, frantically nodding. “Please touch me- please..” 

Smiles formed on both their faces as they listened to your needy little pleas.
Namjoon took control of the makeshift leash, yanking you closer to him as Jackson parted your legs further. “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you princess?” He deeply growled while watching his hyung’s fingers loom over your clothed slit. 

“Yes, Sir..” You meekly replied, licking your lips as your body anticipated his touch. 

The moment Jackson’s fingers finally placed themselves on your soaked heat, a loud wanting moan flowed out of you,

J; “Fuck, y/n.. You’re already so wet for us..” 

N; “We’re gonna fuck you so good babygirl- gimme your hand..” 
“Look how hard I am because of you.” 

A Little Present - Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by thatsbeautifulsoul


Pairing: Zhang Yixing X Reader

Word Count: 1930

Warning(s): Spanking, Daddy Kink, BDSM, Oral, Overstimulation

A/N: Holaaaaaaa, I’m back with another smut for you guys and this one is shorter than the last one….. I think. Anywhoooo hope you guys love this little smut, you won’t be having a dreamless sleep after reading this ;)

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His fingertips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Yixing whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Yixing took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” He bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” He whispered into my ear. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Yixing raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Yixing and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Yixing would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Yixing happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Yixing demanded.

He walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barely punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” He whispered against my neck. “Yixing, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Yixing said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” He said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Yixing landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto his leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barely above a whisper. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Yixing’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” He whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Yixing let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” He Instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red ass. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Yixing said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Yixing only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” He said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Yixing breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down inbetween my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Yixing’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Yixing ordered. It was one of Yixing’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Yixing was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” He said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” He chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Yixing daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as he moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Yixing  mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Yixing, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Yixing as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Yixing moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when he rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Yixing said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. He held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Yixing moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Yixing, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Yixing  must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” He smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,”  said. I saw Yixing pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” He said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Yixing turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” He chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Yixing set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for me princess,” He pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Yixing cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while he put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Yixing groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Yixing took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Yixing said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Yixing pulled me up. I stared in awe at Yixing’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” He chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Yixing groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Yixing whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Yixing groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” He asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Yixing laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Yixing as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Yixing whispered in my ear as I fell against his chest. I got off of him and laid next to him, trying to get my breathing leveled again.

“How did you like your surprise, princess?” Yixing said, wrapping his arm around my waist and putting his head in the crook of my neck. “I loved it daddy.” I barely whispered trying to keep my eyes open.

He smirked. “Glad you loved it, Princess.” That was the last thing he said to me before I fell into a dreamless sleep.

It’s me & I’m back with another new AU despite having 10+ WIPs in my drafts!! (Why am I like this??? RIP) Ok so I’ve got a Rosa/Gina Cake Shop AU fic in the works, but since that’s predictably going to take forever for me to finish, here is a list of headcanons for a Jake/Amy version of that AU: 

  • Charles owns and runs Niko’s (the only cake shop in Brooklyn to boast having the best mouth-feel), and Amy is his acclaimed cake decorator. 
    • She’s not allowed to touch anything that’s uncooked or not made for decorating; even the buttercream frosting and the fondant icing she uses are made by Charles.
  • The first time Jake comes into the store, he’s super frazzled because he completely forgot he volunteered to bring cake for the precinct’s annual picnic. 
    • Charles is worried they won’t be able to finish a Perfect cake by noon, but he accepts the order anyway and even waives the extra rush fee. (”I got you, Jakey! Leave it to me!”)  
    • Amy is Not Pleased because she is the one who has to figure out how they’re going to get a cake chilled, frosted, and decorated in less than an hour. She’s never one to back down from an organizational challenge though, and she manages to get the cake boxed and ready a whole 4 minutes before Jake comes by to pick it up. 
  • Jake becomes a regular at Niko’s and always has the most ridiculous orders.
    • He quickly picks up that Amy is a Type A Perfectionist, so he’s always like, “Alright, today I want… a lopsided cake, tilted exactly 1.5 mm to one side, with a sugar flower 0.78 cm off-center. Oh, and make sure it’s sliced unevenly!”
    • Amy is appropriately infuriated, but she’s all for fulfilling oddly specific instructions. 
  • Let’s be honest, all the cake orders land Jake in crushing debt. After he makes his 20th order in two months, Charles starts to get concerned about his finances and starts creating the weirdest discounts/promos.
    • ”50% off for all NYPD detectives whose first names begin with J!” 
    • “Buy one, get one cake free if you come wearing a leather jacket!!”
    • “Free cake decorating class if you can quote 20 minutes of Die Hard!” (“Charles, I did not agree to teach this!!!” “AMY, YOU GOTTA.”)
  • One day, Jake comes in to order a Get Well Soon! cake for his mom, and there is so much love in his descriptions that Amy’s like… Damn.
    • He orders a multi-tier cake and brings in three messy crayon drawings as samples for how each cake layer should be decorated. (”Try not to look too impressed, but these are my earliest masterpieces from my days as a young kindergartner… I stole them from my mom’s fridge while she was napping yesterday.”)
    • He makes Amy promise on her favorite icing pen that she won’t forget the details on Graham Crackers’s shell. (”This was the last portrait I drew of my dear turtle before he got married and moved in with his wife. Do not ruin this, Amy!”) 
    • She puts her heart and soul into decorating this cake (possibly even more effort than when she decorated her brother Luis’ wedding cake), and the photo of the finished product definitely gets filed in her portfolio of best works. 
  • If Amy were to be completely honest, beyond all of Jake’s stupid requests, he’s actually one of the most Earnest and Pure people she knows.
    • He once overheard Charles stressing over a messed up delivery arrangement and offered to drive the cakes himself. (”Boyle, I can turn on my sirens and be there in no time!”)
    • He periodically brings coffee for everyone, not just Amy and Charles. He’s even got the janitor’s regular order memorized. 
    • He got word that Nikolaj’s birthday was coming up, so he put in a secret order for a truck-themed cake. (“Is there a way you can make sure Charles doesn’t find out about this? It’s gotta be a surprise!!!”) 
  • The first time Jake sees Amy in anything other than her chef’s coat is at Nikolaj’s birthday party, and it’s totally jarring for him. 
    • He thought she looked pretty in her pristine white uniform with her hair in a neat bun, but when she’s in a red dress and her hair’s all shiny, soft, and let down like that… wow.
    • He def trips over his words for a good full minute, and Amy just giggles and does the Double Tuck. 
  • Jake walks in one Saturday afternoon, and Amy immediately gets her notebook and pen out cause oh boy, this is gonna be another doozy. 
    • After she says she’s ready to take down his order, he blurts out in one breath: “doyouwannagotothemuseumwithme?”
    • Amy may have been president of her high school’s stenographer’s club, but even she’s not fast enough to jot all of that down. ”Wait, slow down, I didn’t catch that. Did you say museum?”
    • Jake obviously did not mean for that to be on an actual cake, so he’s just like, “………………. Ames.” 
    • She looks up, and he’s got this shy adorable grin on his face, and then it hits her. “OH. OH. Uhm. Yes? Yes!! I- I’m off in 15??????” 
    • Charles is watching this entire exchange from the kitchen (he’s got the door cracked open about an inch, just enough for him to hear everything) and he’s SQUEALING because America’s dream couple is finally getting together!!!!!!!!!!!

All the love to @the-pontiac-bandit​ and @jakelovesamy for helping me with some of these and to @elsaclack and @proofthatihaveaheart for listening to me yell about this! ♥♥♥

theparadigmshifts  asked:

(now that you mention it.... some mutual pining or a first kiss for lup and barry?)

If Lup is honest with herself, she starts flirting with Barry because she likes the way he stutters when she does it. It’s not the kindest thing she’s ever done, but Lup and Taako don’t join the IPRE to be nice. It’s more along the lines of a big ol’ Fuck You to life, the universe, and everything. Anything - and anyone - else is just details.

Plus, making people uncomfortable is a Taaco twin specialty. They don’t trade in trust, so seeing how people react when something’s gotten under their skin is the fast-track way to getting to know them (they laugh themselves sick after Merle very serious informs her that he understands the appeal, but he’s too old for her).

The habit falls away as she gets to know the others, as they start to form a crew instead of a random collection of beings. Davenport hides his feelings behind regulations, and Magnus doesn’t hide them at all. Lucretia is a shy, sweet thing for all of her gravitas, and Lup likes her too genuinely and immediately to be that bad of a tease. Merle is distressingly into plants and too chill to be phased by much at all.

Barry, though–

Barold J Bluejeans is an interesting character. A gruff man, almost abrasive at times, but she’s seen him in the lab when he thinks he’s alone. He talks to his work, quiet murmurs like ‘no, I don’t need you yet, stay there, where did I put - oh, there you are’. It’s a cute sidenote, before the Hunger comes.

Afterwards, she finds it comforting. She can’t even say why, just that when he starts doing it as they work in the Starblaster’s more cramped quarters together, on the Light of Creation, on upgrading the ship, on increasingly wild and weirder magics that they encounter in each world, she smiles. She leans in closer and he moves to fit her around him. His voice softens to suit the lack of space between them, and she finds herself just listening as the cycles roll on, when talk and talking and never shutting up has been her shield for so long.

He still stutters. But it’s usually around a smile, and he keeps his gaze locked with hers when sudden shyness makes him duck his head. He draws her unconsciously into his space at the same time as she moves in, with a hand on her shoulder, her arm, the small of her back. They’re working on some small, mindless project in some forgotten, unnumbered cycle when she realises that it’s just - it’s their space.

“No, not you,” Barry murmurs, wrinkling his nose to inch his glasses back into place. “Lup can you give me the - the, uh–”

Lup hands him the beaker he wants before the words travel through the haze of Science in his brain to his mouth. And then she just watches, leaning back against the bench with her arms crossed over her chest, a lazy smile playing about her lips.

It takes him a moment. He doesn’t look away from his work, but she can see the blush working steadily up his neck. “You’re - uh, watching me.”

“Sure am.”  

“Thought you were interested in how these things managed to stay invisible without any obvious spell work?”

“Magic,” she suggests. “Barold.”

“Well, I mean, we don’t know for sure that it’s magic, but even if it is, don’t you want to - wait. Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

She half wonders if he’s going to choke on air or something equally silly. Maybe this’ll be the moment when he finally gets annoyed with her, turns around and demands she stop teasing, and she’ll have to explain that she’s never been so deadly serious in her life, except about Greg Grimaldis owing her fifteen bucks.

But he doesn’t do any of this, and her smile maybe widens a little more because she likes that Barry will still surprise her every now and then, that she doesn’t have him and his reactions wrapped around her little finger.

No, he stills for a second, like her words have to penetrate the Science Haze back the other way. She watches as he uses a finger this time to push his glasses up, before setting the beaker down and straightening. Maybe it takes him another second to summon up the courage, or maybe he just needs that time to gather his thoughts, but he does turn to face her after that brief interlude.

He’s smiling. Softly, slightly, like he’s not one hundred percent sure how to get the muscles working in concert right now, but it’s the softest fucking thing she’s ever laid eyes on.

“You’re blushing,” he says.

“Shut up, I am not.”

“Red as our robes, babe.”

She is disgustingly, deliriously happy at him calling her babe.

“Hey, keep it up and I’ll withdraw the question, buddy. Then who are you going to be kissing?”

He rubs the back of his neck, but that’s a grin on his face now and butterflies in her stomach, and if she was watching this from the outside she’d definitely be making gagging noises, so she’s mostly just grateful Taako is off doing Taako somewhere else.

“I mean - no one,” he says. “You’re the only one I want to kiss.”

That - huh. That sure is an admission, and the word same swims to the front of her brain while her mouth chases up the obvious. “So I can take that as a yes, right? Kissing, we’re cool with that happening? Like I thought about being all romantic and just going for it, but then I figured you’d probably appreciate a little more forewarning than–”

“Lup.”

She nods, abruptly silent. Words are her shield, after all, and there’s no need to be guarded around Barry.

“Can I kiss you?”

She nods again. They meet in the middle, her wrist hooked around the back of his neck, his hand cupping her face like she’s some precious, breakable thing, and if her lips are a little chapped, his glasses are positioned awkwardly, and she doesn’t care, she doesn’t care.

“Shit,” she laughs, pulling away, kissing his cheeks, his nose, the corner of his mouth. “Shit, Barry, what took us so long?”

His thumb ghosts over her cheekbone, and Lup thinks she might cry. She thinks she might be crying already? “Who cares?” he says, and she kisses him again because, too fucking right.

Family

Part eleven of the Good Little Angel series!

Good Little Angel

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Word count: 1,071

Warning: angst

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Part eleven of the Good Little Angel series!

A plan begins to hatch between Cas and Y/N but Lucifer misinterprets how close they are.

A/N: Sorry it’s a bit short but I’M BACK! Yes indeed I am finally back from my holidays and feeling rejuvenated. Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by magnificent-winged-beast

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