Ghost: Hard Dom (but Also Enjoys The Occasional Submission… Won’t Tell U Tho :p)

From Ashes to Embers (1/?)

As a pilot in the first order, you’ve learned to fly under the radar. When you’re caught by General Hux using your force abilities, he puts you in the path of none other than Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. Down a knight, Kylo unwilling brings you along on a mission, but will his generosity come with consequences when he discovers your true identity? Or will ashes turn to embers as the force brands an unbreakable bond between you?

❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Character Profiles 

Prologue 

You can also find this story on Ao3

❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count:3.8K

Warnings: Mentions of death, mature language, violence, mentions of abandonment 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you push the ion engines of your TIE-Inceptor to their limit. You’re on the tail of rebel ships while they weave in and out of space debris. You were sent on a mission with one other pilot in the First Order to flush out rebel ships following too closely to a weapons shipment. General Hux gave you and your counterpart one task: destroy the enemies before they obtained your firepower for the resistance. You have no intention of failing.

Keep reading

Surprisingly, I got 24 🤔😅

Which Is It: Prescription Drug or Tolkien Elf?

Can you spot the prescription drug names among Elf names from J.R.R. Tolkien's legendarium? Test your Elven race IQ with this HowStuffWorks quiz.

Holy shit… please…take this quiz…

we talk a lot about the Jedi being the only group of people in the galaxy who consistently see the clones as people. but what if it goes both ways. if clones are little more than droids, then Jedi are the knights out of fairy tales and romance novels. the galaxy's perceptions and preconceptions are much like anakin's in tpm. the jedi are immortable infallible unkillable. they are paragons of virtue and light and intelligence. they are not people so much as concepts. legends. superheroes.

these people are as removed from the Jedi as they are from the clones. maybe even more so. the clones work with the Jedi every day. the clones see them make mistakes. simple human* errors. they see them mourn and rage and laugh. they see them try. so hard. they see them fail. they see them fall.

their Jedi are people. and the clones love them all the more for it.

subhuman clones and superhuman jedi

🎨color study note

US Elevation.

by @cstats1

Hot damn....I need a cold shower now....😍

Black and Red and Blue

Summary: Determined to get your Alpha back, you didn’t think twice before following a lead. You barely blinked an eye at the church it brought you to. It never occurred to you that it might be dangerous. That the archangel inside Dean was waiting for his Omega…

Pairing: Alpha!Michael!Dean x Omega!Reader

A/N: This is a second piece to Black and Red, but could be read on its own. Gonna tag @covered-byroses, not sure if she reads ABO, but I know she’s doing that Michael!cember stuff :):)

Warnings: ABO dynamics. Explicit language. Angst. Smut. Dub-con (just trying to cover my ass). Fingering. Thigh riding. Lil bit of hair pulling. Unprotected sex. Grace kink. Marking. Knotting. Praise kink.

Bamby

You never should have gone off by yourself. You never should have left the bunker, leaving just a simple letter and no goodbye. You should have taken Sam up on his offer to look for Dean. Instead you decided to go off on your own. It was stupid, reckless and the reason you were in your current predicament.

After weeks of searching you’d finally found a trail that seemed to lead to Dean. By Dean you meant Michael, the asshole archangel that had hijacked your Alpha and disappeared without a trace… until now.

Keep reading

Thinking-

about a Pacific Rim AU where Simon and Johnny are in love and together, but not drift compatible. They’re both right side pilots, stronger and more dominant over their left side counterparts, and in a Jaeger, they just don’t work.

It’s all well and good, until Simon’s co-pilot of almost five years is killed. All that work, all that time… wasted.

Simon could kill him himself, if some poor sod didn’t already do the job.

Their captain starts the process of finding a replacement, cranking through cadets in an attempt to find a very specific person, a very specific brain capable of completing a neural bridge with Simon, until they finally stumble upon you.

Johnny is thrilled. He reads your file, pours over your record, drinks up every detail available, all before ever laying eyes on you. He finds your social media, your hometown paper, education record, service record, the works. You’re a shiny, smart, capable yang to Simon’s yin. You’ll be perfect.

A perfect match, he thinks. Thank fucking Christ.

But…

Simon instantly dislikes you. You’re too bright, sunshine abrasive in the dark of his life. He’s dismissive and stand offish, irritated by the fact command did not allow him and Johnny to even try drifting again, instead choosing to place him with a complete stranger shipped to his doorstep from halfway around the world. He doesn’t want you crawling around in his brain. He doesn’t want his memories to become yours, and vice versa. He doesn’t want you in his- their life. He wants you to fuck off.

It beats you down. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t this. A co-pilot who can’t even look at you? Who dismisses you at every turn? It’s awful. You had heard stories about the Ghost, sure… but didn’t expect him to be so resistant to a new partner.

It’s so awful, you get pissed drunk one night. End up in a dark dive bar, licking your wounds and moaning to yourself about how all your training, all your work, is going to be for nothing. You’re going to fail. You’ll never pilot a Jaeger, because your co-pilot is too resistant, too controlling, won’t even try. It sucks.

So, okay. You have a little pity party. You try to drown your sorrows, and the guy next to you is very, very sympathetic. He listens to you cry about it, empathizes with your struggle and tries to commiserate with you.

It helps, of course, that he’s gorgeous. Blue eyes, golden like a god, long strands of mohawk perfectly framing his sheer bone structure.

“Dinnae worry, hen. ‘M sure he’ll come around. He’s just got to get to know ye s’more.” He coos, pressing a blazing hot thigh against yours with a wink. You lean a little bit into him, let him trace his fingertips down your spine, across your neck.

You’re so distracted, you don’t know the mass of a man wearing a mask, sitting in the shadows. Watching.

Omg the feels y’all

misha should get the trench coat. whether it’s the old one from season four, or the one now. whether it’s all of them. the last day on set, when they say “and that’s a wrap for misha collins!” the exact moment it is said: the trench coats belong to him, the blue ties a part of it all as well. he can take them home and put them in shadow boxes like they do at fancy restaurants. or, he can tuck them away in the back of his closet only to take out when he’s feeling nostalgic. either way, they’re his. he can do with them what he wishes.

jared, jared gets the demon blade. the knife isn’t only memories of seasons past, with fights and fake blood, but it also ties him to remembrance of when he met genevieve. when she came on as ruby, black eyes glistening. now she wears his ring on her finger and supernatural is where it all began. and that knife was there from the start of the long journey of jared’s changed life. from the weird drinking demon blood thing-using the blade to cut her skin-to now, where jared and genevieve raise their three children together. i imagine that jared would probably frame it-hang it on the wall of a room where it would most be seen. where guests would come and see it, and start up conversations.

and then jensen. jensen will drive home in a heavily loved 1967 chevy impala. the amulet that he wore in the beginning of the show will be hanging on the rear view mirror. jensen obtaining the car was something they all expected, but how often he drove it was something everyone was curious about. baby will be well taken for. he’d take her out only on warm saturday afternoons, but not too often. the sound of her engine turning over stirs up something in his chest that is painful and bittersweet. the smell of her leather seats bring up too many memories of when he used to smell it everyday, sitting in that car-jared shotgun. but baby will be well taken for. he rotates her tires probably too often, and checks the oil to make sure she’s aging well. and she will. like a fine wine, baby will become more and more beautiful each day a new car hits the road. jj, zepp, and arrow-they’ll grow up loving her just like sam and dean did. they’ll find solitude within her seats, and home when jensen sits behind the wheel. it’s a gift that jensen will share. sometimes when jared and misha come to visit, they’ll all just walk out to the garage where she sits. if not to take a ride, at least to take a glance at her. If cars could run on love, baby would be set for a lifetime.

#bigdickenergy