You would think that teenagers would be the rudest customers when really it’s mostly old, middle-aged people.
The elderly are either adorable or the wrinkly reincarnation of Satan there is no in between
MAN & PUDDING: SEBASTIAN STAN & ROCKY ROAD
Who decided putting two of my favourite things in a post was a good idea?
The rightful King of Asgard
"Did it not occur to you?" He asked, the soft leather soles of his boots caressing down the finely muscles back. "Did it never enter your mind, brother, how fine this might be? How fit you are for this position?"
Thor groaned softly, twisting his legs so as to hide his mounting erection.
"Yes." Loki whispered, leaning forward just enough to catch a blond tangle in his fingers. "My footstool. My proud, lovely pet." he chuckled warmly and smiled to see Thor look up at him with pleading blue eyes. "No. You are being punished for last night. You served me poorly, Thor. You displeased your king."
He flicked a finger and a man came forward, wielding a flogger. “Two hundred lashes.” Loki commanded, knowing full well that his brother could take a thousand with no difficulty. But this wasn’t about physical pain. Humiliation was the name of the game. Humiliation before the entire court of Asgard and the realm.
"Loki, brother please…" Thor whispered softly, knowing the Avengers could see this rude castigation.
"Are you ashamed?" Loki asked then as Thor was moved into position. "Are you ashamed of your love for me?"
"Never!" Thor insisted, looking up at him as though begging Loki never to think such a thing.
"Then accept your punishment. Show them all how you strive to please me." Loki commanded and nodded to the man.
The blows began to fall. Thor strained, his teeth gritting, but did not call out. He swallowed hard and Loki chuckled, pushing his foot between Thor’s legs to nudge his mounting erection.
gps: *says something*
everyone in car: *mocks gps pronunciation*
Oh Captain, My Captain!
RIP Mr. Robin Williams