and pj pants

Things I loved about Spider-Man: Homecoming:

-Peters video diary opening during Civil War.
-The soundtrack
-Literally anything Ned said or did.
-Peter saving the cat from the fire too.
-The cheesy videos Cap had to make for detention and gym class.
-“Yeah he’s kind of a war criminal now, but the video is state required.”
-Tony on screen is always a good thing.
-Spidey trying to use web shooters in the suburbs.
-DONALD GLOVER
- “No thanks, I don’t want to celebrate something built by slaves.”
-Marisa Tomei as Aunt May
-the diversity was pretty nice
-Him naming the suit lady Karen
-“Yeah Spider-man!”
-“Yeah Iron-man!”
-“If you really cared you would actually be here!” *Tony steps out of suit*
-The ‘I survive NYC’ shirt with hello kitty pj pants. -Michelle drawing people in distress.
-THE PLOT TWIST
-Peter during all the hoco pictures
-“I’m watching…. uh… porn?”
-Ned when he used the web shooter and saved peter.
-Tom Holland’s acting when the build collapsed on Peter.
-Peter not needing the fancy suit to still be a hero.
-“Actually, my friends call me MJ.”
-The bathroom scene with Happy and Peter.
-PEPPER POTTS
-Possibly Pepper and Tony engagement??
-Aunt May in the end.
-THE LAST AFTER CREDIT SCENE

relatable things in the mcu

  • that time tony lit the expo on fire and said he thought he did an ok job as an explosion happened in the background
  • peggy carter reaching out to touch shirtless beefy steve rogers
  • sam asking t’challa if he likes cats 
  • bucky’s look of fear every time he has to run 
  • coulson the first time he met steve
  • bruce running away 
  • zemo talking about steve rogers eyes 
  • hawkeye trying to live a retired old mans life out in the middle of nowhere where he can’t be bothered 
  • the tony stark eyeroll
  • peter parker’s hello kitty pj pants 
  • thor gently setting his hammer down as not to break things 

Since I’ve been traipsing around a different continent for the past three months, I haven’t even seen the rest of the season and the finale… but let me tell you what happens anyway after last night’s Apparent Clusterfuck:

As Dean Winchester stands next to his prone angel, morbidly fascinated by the ash wings burned into the ground around his feet, he feels completely and utterly numb. He’s only had the presence of mind not to step on them, an easy thing given the fact that they’re so bare of feathers.

Carefully, and still without thinking, the hunter lowers himself to his knees, brow furrowed and lip trembling as he attempts to process what is clearly right before him.

Castiel is dead.

Still, Dean can’t help extending a shaking hand. His fingers gently trace the curve of Cas’s cheekbone in a way he never would have allowed himself if the other was still breathing, and despite the fact that his mouth feels like sandpaper and he can feel Castiel’s skin turning cold he asks the question anyway:

“…C-Cas?”

Dean can feel Sam staring holes through his back, but that’s the extent of any response to his query.

“Cas, wake up.”

His voice is a broken croak, but Dean keeps speaking anyway, turning bolder and more desperate with every second that reality sinks in.

“Cas? Castiel, wake up. Wake up, Cas! Cas!”

He’s pawing at his angel now, vision blurring until he has to blink to clear it. He all but throws himself across Castiel’s torso to uselessly slap at his cheeks in an attempt to rouse him.

“You stupid son of a bitch, wake up! Wake up, Castiel! Don’t you dare leave me, don’t…”

Castiel is still motionless when Dean collapses against him. “Don’t go,” the hunter whispers pitifully into his angel’s neck. He squeezes his eyes shut and swallows a sob. “Please. I… Cas, I…” His heart is in his throat as he turns his head to press a light kiss behind the other’s ear, moving to put his lips against Castiel’s own for the first and last time. “…I love you, you dumb angel,” he murmurs. “So you gotta wake up. Cas. Cas, I love you, so you hafta…”

When nothing happens, Dean curls himself over his angel and cries.

Sam joins him after a time, crouching to put a hand to his shoulder and blinking back tears himself. Soon, though, they have to go. “Dean. Dean, we have to get out of here.”

“Sammy, I–”

“I know. It’ll be okay.”

But when they both turn away from Cas for the first time, God isn’t who they’re expecting to find. In all honesty, they’re not expecting to find anyone… and yet, there he is: Chuck, dressed in a robe and stained pj pants.

“You love my son?” Is all he asks, piercing gaze boring into Dean. Dean takes a step back as if to protect Castiel’s form from his own father, and that apparently is good enough. Chuck nods sagely. “I don’t play favourites, you know,” he says. “I did that once with Lucifer and it didn’t end well… but Castiel is, different. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted angels to be. He makes mistakes. He learns. And yet every time I bring him back, he ends up risking his life for you.”

Dean holds his breath. Chuck sighs. “I love my son, I would give him the world if I could.” There’s a beat, and Chuck tilts his head to the side. “But we’ve both seen what happens when he has unlimited power. Besides, at the end of the day… I think he really just wants you.”

And then God is gone.

Dean is confused for only a moment before there’s a gasping breath from behind him and a hacking cough, Castiel sitting upright and flushed and so very alive that Dean can do nothing but throw himself to the ground. He tackles Cas in a kiss before the other has time to say a word, pressing him to the floor and putting everything he is into the contact.

When he pulls away, Cas is bright red and smiling with the approximate wattage of the sun. “Dean,” he murmurs, awed. “I’m… I mean, I…”

Dean presses a finger to the other’s plump lips. “I love you,” he says simply.

And Castiel moves to kiss him again.

Little schizophrenia/schizospec/psychosis things

- those weird shapes that come in different colours and you HAVE to watch them float through one side of the room to the other then disappear

- weird squiggly black lines that dance around in front of you and usually make everything around you blurry except for that black thing

- people’s voices echoing but the echo is very deep and demonic sounding so you can barely understand what people are saying

- not showering for so long because you thought you showered an hour ago but in reality you haven’t showered at all

- not eating for days on end because the food is obviously poisoned or you have ugly gustatory hallucinations from eating so food is not good

- your vision going completely blurry and black for a while and you literally cannot see properly enough to function so you’re like woah

– watching a horror movie or a movie with a monster so obviously that movie was a secret message that the person/monster is out to get you

- there’s ALWAYS someone or something going after you

- wanting to please the thing that’s after you so you don’t get hurt so you listen to the voices and do whatever they tell you because they know what will please your persecutor

- making yourself bleed because that proves you’re a real person

- making yourself bleed but this time you don’t know how, when, or why

- all of a sudden feeling like your body is floating in soft clouds or like you’re in a very warm bath and you can feel yourself losing any and all control of yourself

- saying things out loud that were meant to be in your head

- you’re a psychic because you’re right about things in the future 38% of the time

- pretending to be speaking on the phone with someone when in reality you’re just talking to yourself/the voices

- not caring enough to distinguish what’s a hallucination or not because it’s too much work

- people thinking you’re acting drunk after an anxiety or panic attack/very bad seizure-like psychotic episode but in reality it’s just really bad psychosis

- saying something and people laughing but you have no idea what you said that was funny

- hallucinating pain in your body and then having hypochondriac type delusions that you’re going to die so you prepare for death

- believing anything anyone says even if it’s completely absurd or meant as sarcasm

- doing something and then forgetting you did the thing and doing it again and again until you realize you did it several times

- sleeping but not really sleeping because it’s like you get a good ten minutes of sleep before you wake up and take at least half an hour to sleep since auditory hallucinations continue on even throughout sleep

- hallucinating being cold so you’re wearing four layers or jackets, two layers or socks, very warm pj pants, mittens, and sitting right beside the heater turned to max

- that one hallucination that’s positive and encouraging but you can’t tell if it’s mocking you or being genuine

- all inanimate objects are alive so you have to be polite always

- telling people you’re not psychotic when they say you seem extremely ill but your insight is 0

- literally having to be taken care of like a small child: being reminded to eat, shower etc. basically people making sure you’re doing mundane basic human things

- having to be reminded you’re a human that needs to do basic human functions when in reality you feel as if you had the needs of inanimate objects which is nothing really

- having so much trouble walking and keeping your balance so people literally have to hold you while walking so you don’t fall over

anonymous asked:

can you do a daddy!dom!phil and dom!pj with bottom!dan? if you could have dan call pj something like sir that would be great too. Feel free to add anything

Yo I went a bit nuts with the “add anything”. Includes daddy!kink, exhibitionism, degradation , toys, fisting, double penetration, Dan being a little cock/cumslut jfc someone stop me.

Phil loves living with Dan, there’s no question about it. When it comes to roommates, Dan’s the full package; he’s Phil’s best friend, so he always has someone to talk to and play video games with, but he’s also his boyfriend, which means blowjobs and cuddles, too. He has all the other attributes of a great roommate as well – he cooks and cleans up after himself and always pays his rent on time. It’s very rare that they squabble and if they do it’s over something silly that’s resolved by the time they head to bed together. They’re perfect for each other, but the only problem with having such an incredible all-in-one human like Dan is that they tend to forget other people exist. It’s never on purpose, they just have a habit of getting caught up in their little life together and end up neglecting their other friends. That’s why, when Phil realises it’s almost been a year since they’ve seen PJ, he picks up the phone and invites their old friend around.

Another thing Dan and Phil don’t do as much as they used to is drink, so when the curly-haired 26-year-old turns up at their door, green eyes twinkling and right hand clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels, Phil knows it’s going to be an interesting night.

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Vanilla #2

Lance went back to his room and showered approximately 5 times, it might have been 6. This stench, this gross disgusting stench, he needed it gone. He needed to wipe away just how omega he smelled and along with it tried to wipe the status, rubbing his skin raw. It was the last shower when he felt it. That familiar nauseous feeling in his gut. That feeling that happens right when you know you’re gonna throw up and red lights start flashing and alarms start blaring and you need to get to a toilet as quickly as possible because you’re definitely going to blow chunks. The toilet was right beside the shower and Lance thanked his stars that he was so close. Of course, Lance knew, there was a god, and it did, in fact, hate him. In his frantic state Lance stepped out of the shower just a little too quickly and he went down, legs flailing and shoulder smacking promptly against the toilet seat. There was a sharp impact against the tiled floor and Lance was gasping for air, surprised he hadn’t thrown up due to sheer impact he made his quickest effort to go over to the toilet.

Within milliseconds, supper was up and out of his system. Tears instinctively rolling down his cheeks. He was, to say the least, the image of pathetic. Huddled over a toilet, convulsing every few seconds to rid his body of more proteins, his shoulder hanging limply, obviously something wrong with it. Lance sat there with sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, his mouth dense with saliva in a desperate attempt his body was making to soothe his throat. And there Lance sat, not daring to move for god knows how long. His tears didn’t stop but it wasn’t because of his sickness, it was because he knew why he was sick. This was his body trying desperately to rid itself of suppressants, trying oh so hard to make him as appealing as possible to potential suitors. Lance had to laugh to himself at that thought, with how pathetic he must look, ‘yeah right, this is sooo desirable.’ He mused himself. Lance sat in the bathroom, over the course of unseeable time, he had mustered a towel to at least cover himself with, but he didn’t stand up, he hardly had the energy to turn off the water of the abandoned shower. The blue paladin was certain there was a decent ass print in the tiles he sat on; or more accurately a decent tile print on his ass.

“Dinners ready everybody.” Hunks voice cooed over the intercom. Lances eyes fluttered open. Had he really been sitting there all day? He had returned to his chambers right after breakfast, was it already dinner? Had he missed lunch? He looked to the artificial luminescence that glowed a nice calming orange. It was evening. Wow. Lance couldn’t move. He wanted to, he desperately wanted to go and converse so he could pretend he was fine, but he legitimately felt as if in that second he could not move.

There were several moments before Lance dragged himself out of the bathroom and several internal thanks that he had decided to put his underwear in the bottom drawer. He remembered that conversation with Hunk who questioned him avidly as to why not the top. To be honest, Lance did it in a joking spite of his friend, but good god was he grateful now and never again would Lance cease to put underwear in the bottom drawer. He pulled briefs up over his legs and enormous mound of effort and then laid in half-defeat over how exhausting it was, and half-victory because despite it being exhausting he did it. Pants were… a slightly different story. He was cold, he wanted the warmth of pants but even his underwear was getting uncomfortably clingy. He put on a pair of PJ pants and decided that he literally had 0 fucks to give what anyone thought of his decision. That being said he threw on a t-shirt he forgot he owned and had somehow made it to his bed. He wriggled uncomfortable, every thread of fabric stretching in every wrong way, especially around his groin. He squirmed for a couple seconds but soon gave in to the constant cling of the clothing. With one mighty heave he stood up, using his bedside table for balance, though he was much taller than the top of it, he convinced himself it helped; however being bent over like this did not and he questioned whether or not he needed to go to the bathroom.

Lance shook his head and stood up straight, proud, strong, slightly light headed, very warm, very cold. Within seconds of trying to regain his thoughts and make himself presentable, he had plummeted to the ground in a heap, blacking out.

There was a soft humming coming from across the room. It was nervous and Lance couldn’t place the song, but the baritone was unmistakable. “H-Hunk?” He let his head flop over and felt his pillow underneath him. His eyes trying to open but shying away from the light. His voice hardly audible and sounding almost foreign.

“Hey buddy.” There was instantly a soothing hand on Lances forehead, rubbing his hair from his face. “How ya doin?” Lance finally thanked his eyes for adjusting to the light. Hunk had a concerned expression but still wore a smile. The blue paladin smirked weakly back and he grunted in response. “You gave us quite the scare there bud.” Lance closed his eyes again, finding the darkness less offensive to his eyes than the lamp that hunk had turned on. “Hey, hey don’t fall back asleep.” Lance groaned again “just for a couple minutes I need you to talk to me dude.” Lance shifted under the blankets, just now realizing how uncomfortable he was under so many layers. There was a second of peace as he readjusted but then his eyes flew open and he sat up as his body convulsed.

Vomit flew over the side of the bed, unfortunately, that was right where Hunk was sitting. Lance didnt see the yellow paladin but he heard a patient, and, understandably, slightly aggravated, sigh. Hunk didn’t say anything, he just rubbed circles on his friends back, Lance sat there, hunched over his friend, having just thrown up on him, questioning why he was like this. He opened his mouth to apologize but figured a bowed head would do, to his surprise a small whine came out with it and Hunks hand tensed slightly on his back, but didn’t stop. Alphas didn’t whine, betas didn’t whine, you know who whined? Omegas, omegas whined when they did something wrong. Lance looked down, he didn’t care, not when he was sweating through everything and still felt cold, not when his clothes wouldn’t set, not when his stupid groin kept rubbing cloth in all the wrong ways and he was oh so painfully aware of it.

“This isn’t a bug Lance… is it.” Lance meekly shook his head with 0 hesitance. Hunk was using a strong, still reassuring, authoritative voice, and when Lance flinched at the tone, it only proved Hunks theory. Hunk didn’t like using that voice, it was the voice that omegas listened to, his dominance voice. “When did you run out?”

“5 days ago.” Lances answer came out as little more than a whisper and what noise he had managed to make was course and rough. It suddenly set in that hunk knew and he flung his head up, ignoring the temptation to pass out again, he couldn’t, not now. “How’d you…?” His voice was still weak, but determined.

“It wasn’t hard, but to be fair im observant. Your smell was different, then Shiro and Keith acting far from normal, then you moping in your room all day… then I found you passed out on the floor with a bruised shoulder and a rank-smelling bathroom… the bruised shoulder didn’t really make sense, but I’ll ask later.” There was a brief second of panic in his mind but it melted away, he didn’t care, they’d find out and Keith or shiro would get dominant and… Lance tried desperately not to think of them like that… hunk was sitting here trying to be comforting and Lance, of course, had a hard-on because of these stupid omega pheromones imagining a sweaty Shiro and a desperate Keith pinning him down and- no. Stop. Stop stop stop. His underwear suddenly burned. “Then you woke up and threw up on me, then you didn’t argue when I used the alpha voice… and you whined.” Lance cringed at everything that was happening if he had the energy to, he’d cry.

“Please…” he breathed shallowly. “Please don’t tell them.” Hunks eyes sharpened “coran knows. He’s trying to come up with a replacement for the supplements.” Lance gripped a clean part of Hunks shirt. “Please just buy him time.” Hunk sighed again, Lance was pale and in a weak state, he looked at The man pitifully. Lance almost hated that look, if it wasn’t hunk he would have, he was a paladin of voltron, not some weakling to be pitied. But in his defence, he was hanging out of his bed onto his friend he threw up on, desperately trying to ignore a boner and not vomit… again.

So, yeah, Lance figured, this was a moment to pity.

…to be continued…
Easy Peasy

Brief Summary: Tony Stark catches you watching Magic Mike and decides to give you a little show himself. 

Words:  3,108

Warnings: Smut and Fluff? Kinda if you squint. 

Pairing: Tony Stark X Female!Reader


Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

A gasp escaped your lips, your eyes glued to the TV. A blush spreading across your cheeks as you watched the sexy scene play out before you. Of course, you had to be watching Magic Mike. Natasha had told you it was a great movie but shouldn’t watch it around Tony.Tony your boyfriend of nearly two years, who constantly has you involved in things you shouldn’t be involved in. Like the Avengers, and all of SHIELDS business. No secrets right? And through it all the raid on New York, the Winter Soldier mishap, and even Ultron (Who makes a murder bot anyway?) you two have stayed together and stayed happy.

Another hot scene had you fanning yourself as you sat on the couch, in the living room you and Tony shared on his floor. You almost felt like sliding your hand into your (F/C) PJs pants and pleasuring yourself since Tony was still in the lab. But somehow you managed to hold out a little long. The beat of the music coming from the TV and the way the strippers moved their bodies was such a turn on. And you could feel that warm heat pooling between your thighs as you shifted.

Just as you were about to give up and pleasure yourself, your boyfriend walks in the door with a thing of roses. But you can’t pull your eyes away from the TV.Tony, of course, notices this, normally you’d jump up and embrace him. This time you didn’t and he was a bit jealous. He set the roses down and walked over to see what you were watching. As soon as he saw Magic Mike playing he starred at you, shocked. You were never the type of girl to do this or watch such things. That’s what he was for, making his own mini (not- abusive, and kinda sweet) version of fifty shades of gray. Awakening your inner goddess, and well he loved doing it. Without a second thought, he stood in front of the TV, hands firmly placed on his hips.

“What do you think you are doing (Name)?” He huffed, clearly unpleased. Why would you want to watch a bunch of fake strippers instead of being with your boyfriend? Which of course meant hot sex.

“Tony.” You whined, leaning forward to push him out of the way of the TV. You didn’t care what you were doing, the way they moved their hips was mesmerizing. Even the sexiness that was Tony couldn’t compete with this.

He was a little hurt as she pushed him out of the way, did she really want the movie more than him? He was never the jealous type until you came along. He never wanted to share you and now that’s basically what it felt like he was doing. Moving back in front of the TV he glared at her.

“I’m here you know, I took off from the lab early just to see you. I went and got you roses too, to say I’m sorry for all the time in the lab. And now, now you’re choosing some movie over me? Your boyfriend?” His voice was laced with poison and honey. “This fake movie, with fake strippers. That’s not even what real strip clubs look like! Let alone the strippers! How can you even like that?” You glared at him a moment, but you felt a little bad. Tony did get off early for you, and the flowers. Hell, he even stopped watching porn for you, unless it was with you. 

“Tony it’s just a movie. And I just wanna finish it. That’s all.” But it was clear it was much more than that.He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his Arc Rector.

“Those dance moves aren’t even hard you know. Even Steve could do them.” You chuckled softly knowing you wouldn’t get to finish it tonight.

“Steve? Well yeah, probably he’s super buff and super flexible. He wouldn’t have trouble doing it.”

“Clint could too.” He huffed before glancing across the room. Clearly, he was jealous, and probably mad at the fact he put Steve striping into your head.

“Of course Clint could. Have you seen the way he trains with Nat? Or his arm strength.” You hum looking over your lover, finally seeing the jealousy in him.

“I could too.” He muttered under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear it. He knew he wasn’t as flexible as Steve or as strong. And Clint was a close second, but they couldn’t be that hard right?

A laugh rolled off your lips at that. “No, Tony, you couldn’t.” You didn’t mean it in a bad way, but you knew his body. He once even pulled a leg muscle from a position you guys were trying. He couldn’t do half, if any, of the dances they do in Magic Mike. Not that it bothered you, he was great at other things.

“I so could,” he glanced at the TV before nodding “Easy Peasy.” You, of course, raised your eyebrow to this. The idea of him moving his hips in such sinful ways just for you.Well, that got you wet, and now he had your full attention. Even though you knew he wouldn’t do it, it was a hot thought. You stood up moving to go turn off the movie before you felt his arms round your waist, stopping you.“I don’t think so (Name)” He growled seductively, pressing his hips against you roughly. He was easily semi hard and very protective at the moment.You let out a small groan, feeling his body against yours. You were so sensitive from trying to sit through that movie, you forgot about your own desire. 

“Tony I just wanna turn off the movie.”

“No.” He growled again but it was rough, more like a command. A smirk forming on his lips as he stood you up properly and ran his hand up your chest before down to cup your crotch. You back firmly pressed against his chest.You let out a loud gasp, clearly able to feel his fingers through the thin material of your (F/C) Pj bottoms. 

“Tony..” You whisper softly, your hips slightly swaying into his.That earned a small hiss from him, you knew those sexy hip-hugging pants weren’t helping his erection. Even though he tried to keep you still, you turned in his arms and kissed him. Once your lips were on his he lost it, his hands desperately roaming your body trying to pull you closer. Your hands slid down his chest going straight for the button on his pants. He grabbed your hands with a smirk on his lips, which were currently pressed against your neck.

“Baby, I’m hot just like an oven..” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You made this playboy get that hot? “I need some lovin’,” He whispered after a few seconds.He was not doing what you thought he was. You pulled back and looked at him to see if he was really serious about this. “And Baby, I can’t hold it much longer, It’s getting stronger and stronger.” He hummed out softly, oh he was so going to ass an ass cause of the movie. “And when I get that feeling, I want sexual healing, sexual healing.” He sang softly before lightly rolling his hips into yours.You let out a soft moan before chuckling softly. 

“Tony stop playing around and let me have you.” You huffed softly before he ran his hands over your hips.

“JARVIS, play my track.” He spoke to the ceiling before setting you softly on the couch. As sure as you were sitting there Marvin Gaye; Sexual Healing started playing. 

You chuckled quite loudly looking up at Tony with an amused look.“What now Tony? You gonna dance for me?” You teased before rolling your eyes. You honestly knew he wouldn’t ever do anything to make a fool of himself. It wasn’t who he was, and well you kinda wished he would be silly to you.

“I am, actually. Easy Peasy.” He smirked before swaying his hips softly to the beat. He took his white blazer in his hands softly sliding it off his shoulders before flipping it back on. “Just enjoy.” He purred before sliding his hands down, hooking his thumbs on the belt loops of his jeans. Circling his hips to the beat of the music, a small hip thrust between each circle.You could feel your cheeks heating up, you honestly couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Tony, The Tony Stark, giving you a private strip show. 

You fidgeted on the couch, unable to sit still. You looked at him, clearly undressing him as he went on.Your looks only encouraged him more, cause as nervous as he was, he knew you would enjoy this. He finally shimmed his blazer off, tugging on his shirt before lifting it up a little. You obviously couldn’t help yourself as you let out a little cheer for him. That made his cheeks go pink, slowly pulling his shirt off and throwing it to you.

“Woooh! Take it off!” You cheered your boyfriend on, no matter how embarrassed you clearly were. Tony smiled widely before sliding his hands over his hips, slowly popping the button on his jeans. His eyes would slowly crawl over your body, oh how he wanted to quit this stupid show and take you. But he wouldn’t he needed to prove no one is better than him, besides you of course.You felt like you would start drooling any moment. You bit your lip trying to hold back a moan, as you watched him palm at himself through his jeans. His head tipping back with a moan of your name rolling off your lips. You stood up walking over to him, leaning in and kissing him roughly. You didn’t wanna play this game anymore, you wanted him now!He chuckled and interlocked your fingers with his before pulling away from the kiss. 

“No Touching (Name), or you won’t get any tonight.” He whispered huskily in your ear. You were trembling, just wanting his hands all over your body. A soft whimper falling from your lips as he once again sat you on that dreaded couch. You wanted to protest but he wouldn’t have any of it. But instead of stepping back to the spot he was in, he kicked your legs apart softly standing between them. His hands caressing your face before running into your hair as his circle and thrust his hips so close to you.

Shaky hands slide up his thighs, you were wondering if he would stop you but he didn’t. You trailed your fingers over the top of his somewhat exposed boxers before slowly pulling the zipper down. But as soon as you were going to touch him, he pulled away and stepped back into his spot slowly working his pants off his hips. His hands tugging on his boxers before pulling them back up.You cursed under your breath, he was really drawing this out. 

“Tony, please..” You whined softly before he smirks, his eyes dark and full of lust.

“Please, what Sweet Cheeks~” He purred his hand rubbing himself softly through his boxers, keeping direct eye contact with you the whole time. He knew what you wanted, he wanted it as well.

“Get over here and let me have you!” You begged softly, hating the fact that he was working you up so much. But the need in your voice clearly affected him, he couldn’t think straight any longer.

“Come here Kitten~” He purred holding out his hands to you, you jumped up before even taking his hands. A chuckle passed through his part lips before he kissed you roughly, backing you up into the wall. His hips firmly pressed into yours, causing you to gasp loudly into the kiss. Giving him time to slip his tongue in, slowly twirling around yours.God, he had such a talented tongue, and hands which were currently pushing your PJs bottoms off your hips. 

“Mmm,” He moaned into your mouth, his fingertips stroking along your silk laced panties. Okay, maybe you were going to surprise him when he finally got home. In your defense, you haven’t had sex in about a month and you so wanted him to want you.“You got new panties? Just for me (Name)?” He smirks breaking the kiss before his hands slid your shirt up and over your head. “Mmm, I like it.” His dark eyes, frighten and excited you all at once. You have never seen him like this before, but you loved it. His kissed down your chest, his hands resting in the small of your back pulling you closer to his lips as he got onto his knees.You gasp running your fingers through his short hair as his tongue traveling along the top of your silk panties. 

“T-tony.” You moaned softly, tugging on his hair lightly. He growled seductively before easily sliding your panties over to push a finger into you, a soft groan coming from him.

“My god (Name) you are so wet.” He panted softly, pumping his finger in and out of your quickly. Your breath caught in your throat as your head tipped back against the wall. Legs trembling turning to jello as your boyfriend worked on you.Soon even he couldn’t hold back at he pulled his finger out licking it off slowly. “Always so tasty.” He bites his lip as he slides your panties down your legs, god your legs were such a turn on to him. You still had your head back against the wall, eyes closed and whimper for more. You expected to feel his hands lifting on thigh over his shoulder and his tongue on your clit. But instead, he surprised you with removing his boxers and quickly standing putting your leg around his hip as he rammed into you. 

Both your mouths flying open, moaning loudly. He knew he wouldn’t be lasting long, not after drawing it out so long. But to make sure you would finish with him, he slides his hand to roughly rub at your clit to the rhythm of his thrusts.Moan after moan slipped out of your mouth and into his ear as your nails dragged up and down his back. Leaving scratches and red marks with every swipe, which caused his hips to thrust harder. Reaching over to the small end table beside you for balance, you both quickly knocked it over. The rough thrust he was giving you easily vibrated the wall knocking over quite a few pictures.But neither of you cared, you could always clean later, right now you two danced on the edge of release. His thrust easily got sloppy and you could feel that familiar coil in your lower stomach heating up. 

“Tony, god! Ah! TONY!” You cried out as he finally pounded against that sweet spot inside you. Your legs were shaking violently, instead of giving you the chance to catch your balance he scooped up your other leg wrapping it around his waist.Sometimes you forgot how strong your boyfriend really was, he could easily lift you and throw you about, despite your weight. Intertwining your fingers into his hair once more, you yanked him into a rough kiss. Tongues battling for dominance as he roughly gave a few more thrusts into you. Your muscles clenching and tightening around him, letting out a cry of pure pleasure as he took you to heaven and back. 

With a few rougher, sloppy thrust he was seeing stars behind his closed eyes lids, groaning out your name. You both worked your hips lazily through your orgasms before panting roughly. Tony head buried in your neck, your head tipped back against the wall. Your chest rapidly pounding against each other, sweat covering every inch of your bodies.Despite his legs feeling as if they would give out any second he slowly carried you into the bedroom, careful to avoid the mess you both made. He laid you down on the bed, crawling in beside you still panting.

“You tell… anyone. I did that… our sex tape.. will go viral..” He panted softly, curling his body into yours. All you could do is nod as you were breathless. You smiled at him before chuckling softly. “What’s so. funny?” He looked at your curiously, unsure why you were chuckling.

“You were better than the strippers on that movie, and I want another show.” You managed to say all in one breath before your cheeks heated up. He smirks softly and kisses her quickly. His arms snaking around your body, pulling you to lay on him. You happily put your head on his chest, fingers softly touching the corners of his Arc Reactor.

“I want a show too.” He whispered before closing his eyes, running a hand through your wet hair softly. All you did was a nod and slowly drift off on his chest.


~The Next Morning~

Steve and Natasha had begun to worry when Bruce told them Tony hasn’t been in the lab all morning. And the fact that you weren’t bopping around the tower with your cheery attitude. They didn’t know what could have happened, but Bruce remembered hearing a lot of crashes last night. Clearly thinking the worst they rushed up to Tony floor.

Once they saw the mess everywhere, they were afraid something had really happened. Steve rushed to look around before stopping in the doorway of the bedroom, his cheeks going flush. Natasha and Bruce ran to his side before Tony smirked at them and put his finger to his lips.You were still curled up on his chest with a thin blanket draped over both of your guys lower halves. But the part of your chest that wasn’t pressed tight against Tony’s side was in clear view of the other three Avengers.

Natasha chuckled softly before taking both of the blushing boys back to the elevator. “What the hell did they do to their apartment last night..” Steve mumbled before Bruce leaned over and whispered into his ear as his face paled. Natasha kept a smirk on her face, oh she was going to tease you forever now.





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Story time, boys and girls

I am a 21 year old college senior working towards my Bachelors Degree in English, and hoping to go to grad school for creative writing. I work three jobs while on campus, I’m an Honors student, I was cast as the lead in a student run production about one of my college’s founders, and I’m the RA on my floor in one of the residence halls. Basically, I’m that annoying overachieving college student.

While doing work in my dorm, I overheard a resident telling his friend how he was gonna treat himself to some @markiplier and @therealjacksepticeye Let’s Plays while he did some homework. His friend laughed and went off on how it’s lame and weird to spend time watching strangers on the internet play video games. I ain’t here for that ish, so I left my dorm to do another duty round dressed like so:

Never before have my Markiplier pajama pants been worn outside of the confines of my room. But that dude looked so psyched that his (apparently) always-serious-looking RA was repping some sweet YouTuber merch.

tl;dr - I now have a new buddy to binge Mark’s scary games playlist with on Halloween

I finally took a video! Was tagged by these lovely people @w33d-witch @corgiwitch @weed-blondie @skycloudshighclouds @sad-doll ! 😊
Now im gonna pass the hit toooo… @counterpurrs @indicasprincess @xonicmariexo @suckmybigbong @dachshund1998 ✌🏻💨

((For some reason its not letting me tag a few people, sorry 😯))

Soft Gladio Headcanons:

  • Manages to find the softest pj and sweat pants imaginable
  • He thinks his lover wearing his hoodies is the cutest thing ever
  • BIG hugs, 10/10 makes you feel safe and like everything is going to be okay
  • Super ticklish which comes in handy because he is tall and will absolutely hold stuff out of your reach
  • Pro tip: poke his ribs
  • Lets little kids win against him in arm wrestling
  • Is a human furnace A+ for snuggling on cold days
  • Loves cuddling while he reads