Request: Charlie picks up his wife at the hotel bar
A/N: ya’ll wanted smutty Hunnam, you got him.
Dating is surprisingly easy for you.
Could it be that you have been subjected to so many terrible dates that you can spot a bad one from a mile away? Or maybe you just attract bad men like moths to a light. You can only count the number of semi-decent dates you’ve had on one hand. Although it’s been three years since your last date, you can’t find a single strand of nervousness as you sit at the bar.
Are you slightly uncomfortable? Yes. But nervous? No.
Though that might stem from the three empty glasses you’ve already traded out with the young bartender.
You keep your posture straight as you analyze your reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
You had quickly changed after your flight, changing out your jeans and hoodie for something a bit…sexier. It was a necessary action if you planned on meeting your one goal for the evening: leave with a man.
Correction. You plan on leaving with a decent man tonight.
You didn’t bother doing much to your hair. The dress is simple and black. You know your friend would have encouraged you to dress up a little more, but would at least applaud the form fitting dress.
“Need a refill, Miss?”
Meeting the eyes of the bartender, you find yourself wondering if he thinks four drinks is your limit.
His bright green eyes scan your face before drifting down to the front of your dress. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”
Noting the rising eyebrow and the smile on his lips, you shake your head.
“I just figured you might need something to keep you company until your boyfriend shows up.”
It is a statement most people are subjected to at some point in their lives. The lack of a wedding ring surely should be enough to divert the mentioning of a boyfriend or husband. But being as he had watched you shoot down three different men in the past hour, maybe he had his hopes up.
“No boyfriend,” you sigh, the smile on his face growing at your admission.
“That’s too bad. Might lead to a lonely night.”
You let off a soft shrug as your attention drifts to the mirror behind the bar. “We’ll see.”
You see him before you hear him.
A man that sends a heat so powerful across your skin, you find your posture straightening in your seat to hide the instinctive arching of your back. His reflection can’t surely do him justice, you find yourself thinking as you watch him reach up to scratch at his beard.
The navy blue suit he wears compliment his inquisitive eyes. They scan those seated along the bar before resting on you.
You let your gaze focus on the nearly empty glass before you as the seat alongside you is pulled from beneath the bar. You follow the path of the olive circling the bottom of the glass as you guide it along with the thin black straw in your hand.
“Excuse me, Miss.” The sound of his voice is nearly enough temptation to refocus your gaze. “Is this seat taken?”
You take a soft breath as you mull over the question you’ve been asked nearly twenty times tonight. Instinctively you shrug in response earning you an arched brow. You wait until you are certain your heart can remain under control before turning to face him.
Raising his brow, the man clears his throat. “On?”
You take a moment to ponder his question, part of you wondering if you actually had a response.
“Why you want it?”
The smile you bring out in response causes you to rest your chin in your hand. You allow his cerulean eyes to study your face, your mind buzzing as you wonder what is passing through his.
“Just looking for a bit of company for a few hours.”
Your brow furrows as you watch him leave it at that. Instead of taking the opportunity to assess your response to his admission, he directs his attention to the bartender.
“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.”
Taking a sip of his drink, once he receives it, he points his glass towards where his eyes already set.
“Mmm,” shifting in his seat, Charlie watches as you fish the olive from the bottom of your glass. “What’s a beautiful young lady, such as yourself, doing out without a wedding ring?”
Lifting your hand you take a moment to admire it as you chew on the olive. Offering him your hand, you smile as he accepts it.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Charles.”
“Charles,” you repeat, earning you a nod. The soft kiss which brushes against the knuckle of your index finger is enough to grant him the giggle he is hoping for. But you slip your hand out of his touch before he can get any bright ideas. “And what is it you do Charlie? Apart from picking up single women at a bar?”
You watch as the corners of Charlie’s mouth twitch. “I like to…entertain people.”
“Mmm,” biting your lip, you can’t deny those bright blue eyes a smile. “Entertain…like…an escort?”
Charlie’s brow rose, the twitch of his lips bringing a heat across your skin. The heat spreads across your thighs as your eyes follow his tongue on its course over his lips. Taking a sip of his whiskey, he waits until he meets your gaze to speak.
“Will it be easier for me to leave with you if I were?”
Charlie studies your face as his question resonates in the air between you. He studies how your teeth toy with your bottom lip, the slight furrow of your brow making him smile. “I’m gonna say…yes.”
“Really?” he chuckles, the slight look of disbelief on his face somehow leaving you a tiny bit offended.
“Is that surprising to you?”
“Just a little.” Charlie’s response is accompanied by a light shrug of his shoulders.
“Only because I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I guess my luck’s running out,” Charlie smiles as you push your empty glass to the side. “I’ve acted in a few things…here and there…”
“Mmmm, that’s too bad,” you giggle. “I’m sure you’d have a lot of tricks up your sleeve from all your experience if you had decided to take the former route.”
You’re watching him drink, your chin resting in your hand, as his eyes study you.
“Did I lose my chance?” He asks quietly.
Maybe its the mix of the alcohol, or the noise surrounding you that have pushed your bodies closer, but it’s not until his fingers brush against your cheek that you realize how much your body has betrayed you. With his right leg resting between yours, his fingers sending heat across your skin as they brush your hair from your eyes, you suddenly realize how easy it would be to kiss him.
The moment his touch is gone the heat clouding your judgment allows you to remember he had asked you a question. The smirk on his lips lets is the only indication your lack of an answer has not gone unnoticed.
“Then let’s get outta here.” His voice is deep, shivers running through you as reaches inside his jacket to retrieve his wallet. Your body can already tell what’s in store for it as you stand. A simple act of leaving a bill on the bar top eliminated any remaining distance between your bodies.
With your heels, you still fall a few inches short of his lips, yet they are the only thing you can think of. Your fingers instinctively tug against his loosely hanging tie pulling him closer.
You let your weight rest back against your heels. You want to kiss him. Part of you knows if you let this man kiss you neither of you might remain decent for too long. Charlie bites his bottom lip as he watches your eyes become transfixed on it. He grazes his fingertips over your hip, tracing the outline until the tingles beneath the fabric have drifted between your thighs.
“I don’t like the attention you’re getting in this dress.”
The soft admission sends a rush of heat across your cheeks, but it’s the lingering of his eyes that pull your fingers down the soft fabric on his chest to the waist of his pants.
“Wait until you see what’s beneath it.”
Placing his wallet back into his pocket, Charlie found it nearly impossible to suppress the smile tugging at his lips as your fingertips brushed along his. He allows you to step around him, his eyes following as you move towards the door. You find yourself thankful that you’re only an elevator ride away from your hotel room. If you had been forced to drive home you might not have made it all the way.
You can feel the electricity flowing through your body as Charlie’s hands find your waist, once you’re inside the security of the elevator, his impatient tug nearly diverting you from pressing the correct floor.
Charlie doesn’t let you escape his touch as he holds on to your waist guiding you towards the back of the elevator.
Finally, as the doors drift shut, his lips find yours.
You’re both cautious at first, softly experiencing each other as if for the first time. Not being able to kiss one another for nearly two months placed your bodies in between a strange desire of taking things slow and satisfying the quick high right where you two stand.
Charlie’s mind focuses solely on the latter as his hand disappears beneath the skirt of your dress, his lips pausing as he brushes against your bare hips. You kiss him in his moment of relapse, smiling as your arm slips around his neck.
“I missed kissing you.” His soft chuckle comes out muffled against your lips.
You’re not certain how the two of you manage to make it down the hall and into your room. When you’re able to think clearly, Charlie is dumping his keys and wallet as you shove at the jacket on his shoulders. With his arms freed, Charlie focuses on your zipper. Guiding the fabric down your body, he pauses long enough to leave a series of soft kisses against your hips and neck.
Allowing him to steal a kiss, you step around him before crossing the room towards the bed.
As soon as your palms and knees press against the welcoming comfort of the mattress, Charlie’s breath has escaped his lungs.
“How long did you know I was there?” He asks as he focuses on the task of ridding himself of his tie.
“About ten minutes,” you respond, him knowing you well enough to know there is a smile on your lips as you speak. “It’s kinda hard not to notice how other women react when you show up.”
Your answer nearly falls on deaf ears as your husband’s gaze tracks the movements of your body on its way towards the top of the bed. The feeling of his repp tie beneath his fingers suddenly made him aware of the amount of fabric he dawned in comparison to you.
A gasp escapes your lips, your heart fluttering as a tug comes against your left ankle. Pulling your body back in his direction, Charlie allows you enough time to roll onto your back before leaning forward.
“Are you sure?” His brow rises as your fingers find the front of his shirt, allowing you to guide his lips closer to yours.
“Mhmm…” You nod
“So what was all that with Curly? Seemed like you were putting on a show with that one.”
“Curly?” Your head cocks to the side, the unknowingness and innocence almost being executed perfectly.
“Your third martini.”
Taking a moment to think, you ignore his intake of breath. It was hard to forget the slightly over nervous, green eyed, curly haired young man from the bar.
“Oh goodness,” you giggle, the sound bringing a smile to Charlie’s lips. Or it might have been the wandering hands drifting into his slacks after managing to undo his zipper. You give him a smile in return at the shift in his breathing at the feel of your hand. “Please don’t tell me you were jealous of that kid? What was he, twenty-two?”
“Jealous?” The soft chuckle he releases falters as your lips press against the corner of his mouth. “Over protective is more like it. He was kinda handsy.”
“I thought you liked handsy.”
You can’t help but smile at the sight of his eyes drifting shut as you gently begin stroking him. The soft groan he releases causes your movements to continue until you begin pushing against his pants.
You sit up as Charlie stands to make the process easier. Lifting your hands from the mattress, you hold them out before your body resting your left wrist against your right.
A glint of mischief sparkles in his eyes, as Charlie completes the act of kicking his slacks from around his ankle. Instead of utilizing the tie in his hand, he leans forward to place it on the bed alongside you. He makes you watch as he removes the remainder of his clothes, his silence warming your body in anticipation. You know, although appearing composed, Charlie’s mind is full of all the things he’s been planning for you in his absence.
His brow rises as you remain in your position, the biting of your lip causing him to pick up the previously discarded fabric. Taking your hand in his, he guides you to your feet. Ignoring your silent request, he turns you around before slipping the fabric over your eyes.
A low, breathy chuckle vibrates from deep in his chest, as you turn to face him with a slight pout of your lip.
The warmth of his skin overtakes your cheeks as he takes your face in his hands, the kissing of your lips erasing away any signs of slight irritation.
He doesn’t let his hands wander as he kisses you, the action making your self-control seem inferior as yours trace along his skin. It is moments like this you remember the first time he’d whispered, “I’ll always be yours,” to you.
They are the same words you find yourself whispering against his lips as he lays you back against the mattress.
An all too familiar pleasurable, yet unsatisfying, heat creeps across the surface of your body as his eyes trail up to your exposed chest. You know if you could see how the sight tugged his teeth against his lip, you would have mustered up a witty comment. But, with your body completely exposed to his in this way you suddenly don’t have much to say.
You find your heart escalating as your chest is met with the heat of his mouth, as opposed to his itching fingers. Instead, they disappear between your thighs.
He builds the pressure softly with each of his teasing touches. He lets your breathing guides his movements, the moment it gets uncontrolled his touch is nearly ghostly. You know if you attempt to guide his hands the pressure will disappear, and the pleasure will quickly and surely fade. Tonight was one of those nights where rushing you to a quick ending was at the bottom of your husband’s list. He was going to make sure you finished long before him.
Free reign of his mouth is all he’ll grant you tonight.
Keeping your lips against his, you allow your satisfaction with his movements to be told through the fingers buried in his hair. As your fingers tighten around the strands, he gives into your desire and increases the pressure not stopping until body trembles against his hand.
The words whispered in your ear are lost beneath the soft giggles they produce from your lips.
Guiding your legs around his waist, Charlie presses his mouth against your neck. Beginning to suck bruises into your skin, he welcomes the hitch in your breath as he slowly enters you. His quiet swear gets lost against your collarbone as your body gives his a welcoming clench.
The soft shift in his hips encourages an in-sync moan from the both of you, halting his movements as your touch drifts down his back. His hips move with a slow, steady pace feeding the desire the two of you have to stay close to one another for the longest time possible.
Every sound you release strokes your husband’s ego, the praise encouraging him to quicken his pace. Each thrust became fueled by his selfish desires to keep your pulse spiked, and his name against his lips. Charlie wakes a heat inside of your body as his pace becomes near relentless as he feels your body tense around his.
He buries his face into your neck as he lets your body ride its wave to the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that you’d only ever experienced at the mercy of this man. The kind that left you feeling completely satisfied, but allowed the soft desire for more to linger in your mind as your high slowly ebbs away. Lifting the fabric from over your eyes, Charlie presses a soft kiss against your eyelid. He lets his lips pepper a series of soft kisses along your face as your grip around his neck tightens. The soft shifts of your hips, as his arm snakes around your waist, pull a soft chuckle from his lips.
Keeping your eyes shut, you focus on the breathing of the man atop of you. You bite your lip as his pulse slowly begins to settle, the kisses he is leaving along your heated skin making it hard for yours to do the same.
You don’t need to see Charlie to know there is a smile on his lips as he watches you begin to welcome the pull of sleep as he begins to detangle himself from you. If it weren’t for the invisible swirls his fingers paint across your stomach you might have fallen asleep already.
Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he mumbles against your skin as you curl up against him. “Where’s your wedding ring at?”
You wait to respond to his question. Opening your eyes, you watch as he gently massages the fingers of your left hand.
“At home?” Despite the feeling of your lips against his, Charlie finds himself trying to continue the conversation. “Why is it there? I didn’t convince you to marry me so that your ring sits at home.”
Realizing this question will continue to plague his mind, you roll your eyes.
“I was trying to pick up a handsome guy.” You explain, the furrow of his brow making you smile. “Wearing a wedding ring is the ultimate repellent.”
“Not for all guys.” Charlie mumbles, his mind drifting downstairs to the highly interested bartender.
You giggle as a breath of fresh air fills your lung. Charlie allows you another kiss before his brow rises. “What would have happened if I hadn’t gotten to you when I did?”
To you, the question seems silly but you can’t let this perfect opportunity go to waste.
“I already had three glasses while waiting for you,” you tease. “Who knows, I might have let Curly take me home.”
You had just got back from an award show and you were exhausted. Like completely exhausted.
You had been feeling sick all night, the lights and the pressure around you had not done anything to help the headache you had been fighting all day.
You were the assistant to One Direction’s manager, and as she was back in London making last minute plans for their next tour you had been given the job of making sure that all the boys did what they had to at the award show.
It wasn’t a hard job. You got on well with all the boys, they were your best friends in the world, especially after being on tour with them for the last two years, so it was never not a good night when you actually got to go to an event with them. You were in charge of making sure they were all dressed and presented nicely, and had to keep a good eye on them so they made good decisions, but they weren’t stupid, and they’d done these things a hundred times, so you didn’t really have to worry.
It had just been a little awkward with Harry lately. At the end of the last tour you two had been getting close and you were starting to have real feelings for him. However you knew what he did and who he was so you didn’t put your hopes up. You were realistic. You knew he probably wouldn’t be interested in a manager’s assistant, so you distanced yourself.
You had a little break after the tour but now you were back with the boys.
He had confronted you about it earlier in the week when you met up again, saying that he felt you were giving him the cold shoulder.
You swear you could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke.
Maybe you were wrong about him not being interested?
So the night had finally come to a close and you’ve all gone back to Louis’ home to rest for the night. You were currently in LA and Louis was the only one who had managed to secure a house, the other boys preferring to live in London, so the decision was made that you could all crash there for a few days before having to head back to the UK for the start of tour.
The plan earlier was to head to Louis to change and then head out again to go to an after party, but the thought made you feel even more sick than you were before. You were coming down from the high of the event and it was hitting you hard. There was no way you’d be able to go out again.
The five of you headed into Louis main living room and you looked straight towards the couch. You just wanted to collapse on it.
“Alright guys quick change and we’re out of here! Wanna go party like its 1999!” Liam proclaimed, heading quickly to one of the spare bedrooms that he had claimed for himself for the next few days. Niall nodded and headed in a similar direction. You observed Louis heading upstairs to his own bedroom.
You on the other hand went and sat directly on the couch, holding your pounding head in your hands. Harry noticed your statue and sat next to you, placing a soft hand on the top of your back, rubbing gently.
“You ok?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice.
“Not really,” you laughed sarcastically, trying to laugh off how bad you were actually feeling. You slightly shrugged Harry off your back.
“Can I do anything to help? It’s your head isn’t it? I always used to get headaches after these stupid award shows?” He said, a lightness to his voice.
You just didn’t really want to be around Harry right now. Not only was your head pounding but your feelings for Harry were right at the surface of your mind again now that he was back in your life and you just didn’t want to deal with the rejection.
“I’m fine Harry, Just go get ready to go out with the boys, I might skip this one tonight.” you shrugged him off completely and moved away slightly, shifting further down the couch.
Harry huffed under his breath. “Can you not do that?” he said, shifting his body towards you.
“Do what?” you huffed back. You were frustrated with how you were feeling and the situation with Harry.
“Shrug me off like that,” he proclaimed. “You know I care about you and I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
You looked up at him and saw his eyes wide with concern and confusion. You felt bad. You didn’t want to shrug him off, you just didn’t want to fall into the pit of feelings that was starting to develop again.
“I know Harry I just don’t want to deal with this right now.” you said putting your hand through your hair and resting your head on the back of the couch.
Harry looked confused. “Deal with what?”
“You Harry. I just can’t deal with you coming over here and saying that you care about me and making me have feelings for you when-”
He grabbed onto your arm and interrupted you. “Wait. Wait. You have feelings for me?”
You went pale for a moment. Paler than you had been a moment ago. You weren’t meant to confess your feelings to him so bluntly. Now you felt like an idiot.
“Harry just forget about it.”
He shifted closer to you. “I can’t just forget about something like that. I’ve been waiting two bloody years for you to say those words.”
Your head rose from the back of the couch and you looked at Harry. “Really?”
“Yes Y/N. I’ve had feelings for you for as long as I can remember. You pushing me away was breaking my heart.”
You felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I was pushing away because I didn’t want to get rejected it was easier for me to just move away slowly.
Harry placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.
The next thing you knew you are being pulled into him arms, your head nuzzled under his chin.
“You know what? I think I might stay here tonight too. Don’t really feel like going out,” Harry said, putting his arms tighter around your waist.
You cuddled in closer to his chest. “That sounds good.”
Moments later you were fast asleep. Harry reached over grabbing the TV remote so he could settle for the next few hours. There was no way he was moving.
Louis came in from upstairs and saw the sight in front of him. He caught Harry’s eyesight and laughed to himself . “Fucking Finally,” he said to Harry.
Harry chuckled. “Shut up.”
When the boys were finally completely ready they came back into the living room, awing at the sight. Liam gave Harry a thumbs-up and Niall gave him a small smile, knowing how much this moment meant to Harry.
Niall and Liam were respectful of you sleeping and crept out the door with Louis in toe. They knew how sick you had been feeling all day, saw how much you were struggling all through the night, and wanted you to get some rest.
Before completely leaving, Niall secretly took a few shots of the two of you on his phone, knowing Harry would appreciate them at a later time.
The boys shut the door behind them and headed down to the waiting car.
A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!
You were adorned in a sparkly red gown and Gibbs was wearing a tuxedo. The two of you were undercover, attending a party. Evidence pointed to the couple who hosted the party as the people who killed a naval officer down in autopsy. He was supposed to stay quiet about them taking money from the foundation they set up and he almost came forward, had they not killed him first.
Gibbs had his arm around your waist as he looked around. He knew that Tony or McGee could’ve done this, but he wanted to be the one with you tonight. The Marine didn’t want you to dance with anyone else but him. He had no right to be jealous because he had never told you about his feelings. However, he wasn’t going to let that stop him from being here with you.
“We should move,” you said in a hushed voice. “Otherwise we might cause suspicion.”
Gibbs hadn’t realized how long he had been standing there. He was too lost in thought. His arm dropped from your waist so that he could take your hand in his. As he walked on to the dance floor, he couldn’t stop thinking about perfectly your hand fit in his. Or how nicely the dress hugged your curves.
I won’t be gone forever! just for like… most of the year º—º’’
the thing is, I just started my last year of high school and the amount of classes and hw i have now is huge. i also have classes on saturday, so i can say goodbye to my weekends.. and all this so i can study for a test that’ll only happen at the end of november that will say if i can go to the college i want ;u;;; so y’know… i’ll have to study a lot and tumblr is too distracting
i’ll try to post fanarts or some comics once in a while if i have free time ((i want to finish the braid comic before s2 airs but i kinda lost motivation for that? idk now i just want to finish it so i can add the httyd reference)), and i’ll come check here once in a while but other than that… don’t expect that much ^^”
thank you if you stick around until i come back! I’ll miss reading your tags and your nice messages ;n;; I might be a bit more active on instagram tho? i post more doodles there i think, so if you’d like to, i’m sweetgaleria there too :3
Oh yeah, commissions are still open if anyone’s still interested, just send me an email c:
allllrighty this got long enough, so thank you for reading! C ya ~
I’m really liking how this one turned out. Such a cute little fluffy ending, too! Let me know what you think about this one guys. I might just go reread it because I so enjoyed writing it! Thank you to all the people leaving feedback last time - I’m looking at you @cajunlizard, @thevanishedillusion, @the-blue-haired-boy, and @legrandfoyer! Enjoy, everyone.
Prompt[s]: Is there more? Please tell me there is more.
An Interview With Tony Stark was one of the nicest, vanilla-coffee-with-beatles-background-music level of delighful, and best written stories I have read in a long long time
I’d definitely love to see more of this story! … maybe Tony can keep stealing the reader away from Bruce to help him with his projects…
Bruce bashed his fists against the door to Tony’s lab incessantly.
They used to share a laboratory space, but a combination of Tony’s
spread-everything-everywhere habits and Bruce’s growing need for a larger room
forced them to different floors. Luckily they weren’t so far apart that, should
there be an emergency, they could still reach each other in short time.
Bruce considered this a… mild emergency.
He hadn’t had to “knock” long before the door finally
opened. It only opened a crack, mind you. Tony put himself in the small gap
between the door itself and the frame. He smiled thinly.
“Hey, pal. What’s going on?”
You had been dating Joe Sugg after meeting him on a night out, although it was now out to his fans that you were dating they didn’t know exactly how long for. As far as his fans knew you and Joe had been dating for around 2 months when in fact it was around 5 months, you didn’t purposely keep it a secret but neither of you wanted to post about it until you had too because you liked the secrecy you had together to get to know each other and to be happy.
You had never actually gotten round to meeting his sister Zoe but had met his mum and dad, according to Joe they loved you so, so would Zoe. It was now or never to meet her as she had asked Joe to come up and stay solely based on the fact that she wanted to meet the girl who had gotten her crazy younger brother to settle down: No pressure!
Zoe was the perfect host from the minute you got there, she treated you like she had known you for years and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you which made you feel so welcome in her house. One of the best things about Zoe was that she loved to embarrass Joe, she told you funny stories and showed you the best pictures of him as a child which made you one up on him. Joe always seemed to know things about you without you telling him and he would tease you about it, of course, it was only playing around he never did anything to be hurtful but now you could do it back to him.
Like always, whenever Joe went to Zoe’s and Alfie’s house videos were being filmed left, right and centre, you, of course, were not involved in the YouTube community. Sure, you used the app every now and again but you had never made or been in a video in your life apart from the occasional vlog of Joe’s so you were interested into what went into making a video so Zoe and Joe let you sit behind the camera to watch them film.
There were times while they were filming the ‘Never have I ever’ video that you had to press your hand tight against your mouth to make sure nobody could hear you laughing because it was so funny and you didn’t want to ruin the footage. Yet oppositely there were times when you had to hold back from saying ‘awe’ out loud, one example of this was when Joe read a suggestion from Twitter that asked ‘Never have I ever fallen in love’ to which Zoe instantly put her ‘I have’ card up.
Although it looked as though Joe was looking into the camera he was looking past it at you to silently ask if he could answer it with the truth because some people might say it was too soon as they didn’t know how long you had actually been together. Joe had already told you in person that he loved you, he said it daily as if to constantly remind you and you didn’t think it would ever get boring. You shrug your shoulders as if giving him permission if he, himself wanted to answer it, you see him awkwardly look at Zoe’s answer before at the two pieces of paper on his knee.
At first, you expect the ‘I have not’ card to pop up but you are wrong, you see a similar card to Zoe’s in Joe’s hand that makes you smile.
“Yeah, well I’m in love now with Alfie” Zoe smiles fondly as if thinking about Alfie
“Me too,” Joe says, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows suggestively
“You’re in love with Alfie?” Zoe yells before breaking down into laughter
“Yeah, I’m your biggest competition love” he smirks before winking at you
can you do an imagine where the reader is Happys old lady and pregnant.
she’s a few days over her due date and is so tired of being pregnant,
she shows up at the club house one night when happy isn’t home, and they
have sex to induce her labor? :)
Baby it‘s still not due
Warning: nsfw, smut.
Being pregnant produces mixed feeling on me, it makes me happy and
excited of meeting the little bean growing inside me also makes me want to kill
my husband for ever getting me knocked up and making me suffer the horrible
pains I feel every hour, and the amount of times I have thrown up after eating
the most delicious but most horrible combinations of food I’ve ever tried but
that’s life. This mixed feeling should be done any minute now and hopefully
tomorrow when I go see my doctor he will tell me I can finally have my bean and
live a joyous life with my two sunshines.
I walked through the hospital’s white corridors, smiling like a fool.
Happy on the other hand was not smiling at all but that was just the usual you
got from him but I knew deep down he was living up for his name and was as
excited and nervous as I am of meeting our baby. We arrived at the door’s
office and he did the routine check up before looking at me with a not so good
kind of look.
“What’s going on?” I said rapidly, Happy
gripped my hand and let the baby bag drop to the floor by accident.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Lowman but
the baby is still not due” he said and I looked at him trying to find the hint of a joke on his
“What do you mean?” said Happy in a low voice “She’s 9 months pregnant, she should be
ready to give birth any minute” he said and the doctor looked apologetic at
us, and I just sighed trying to get up, something Happy catch up to quickly and
A couple days went by and I was still complaining of the pain I was
feeling on my lower back specially, I was doing the bed when a strong kick made
me yelp in pain. Two seconds later Happy was running through the door asking if
“I’m good, I was just
making the bed” I said and Happy narrowed
his eyes to me.
“I told you not to do that,
woman” he growled and I growled
“My back hurts so bad I
just wanted to do some work to see if it stops” I said whining a little and he approached me
slowly, putting his rough hands against my back. He pushed me slowly so I could
sit on the bed and he started massaging my back which made me whimper a little
bit. It felt good and I was enjoying it.
“You know baby girl, I was
reading” he said and I couldn’t
stop the small laugh leaving my lips “For
real, I was reading of ways to make the baby come faster and…” he said
removing the hair from my neck and kissing it with slowly before turning up to
my jawline, at that point my eyes were already on the back of my head and my
breathing was heavier, this time not only for the baby crushing my inside “sex helps”
He took my shirt off in one swift movement, and I looked down at my body
the huge bump was covered in little stretch marks and the bra I was wearing was
far from sexy so I moved away from him. Happy looked at me with soft eyes and
approached me once again.
“You’re beautiful, baby
girl” he said kissing me once
again, I tried to get as close as I could to him and kissed him roughly making
him laugh “There’s my old lady” he
said and not long after that all our clothes were gone. He licked his lips
looking at me and kissed me roughly once again, he grunted while coming back to
biting my neck and collar bone and slowly made his way down kissing over my
stomach and paying a little more attention to my lower region, making me moan
with every wet kiss he leaves all over my body.
“Hap, please” I mumbled “Please, babe” With one hand he put me up to bring me closer
to him and started thrusting, his rough hands touching all over my soft skin,
pulling me as close as possible to him. He left nothing untouched, making sure
I felt the love and care irradiating from his body with every thrust, every
He growled on my ear while increasing the pace “Oh god, I love you” I whispered on his ear, his hands reaching up
to my face to kiss me once again and thrusting deeper.
“Oh fuck” he said before coming
inside of me, and not long after that I did as well. “Let’s see if this kid finally decides to come out” he said and I punched
him in the arm “Calm down, woman. I
might like it rough in bed but I’m all about the loving outside of it”
“Oh stop shit talking” I said grinning “I think it didn’t work” I said
smirking at him “What about a round too?”
I whispered and he immediately got on top again.
“Your wish is my command, lady” he said before start
kissing my neck once again and taking me to heaven and beyond over again.
I’m really sorry if it doesn’t fulfill your expectations, I’m not very good with smut haha but I still hope you like it.
Words: 901 Warnings: Alchohol consumption Tony Stark X Reader
“Are you sure you want to do this, [Y/n]?” Tony Stark asked.
He climbed up on the stool next to you. You were both sitting in front of his
personal bar, waiting for Thor to pour you a pair of drinks. It was one of Tony’s
famous parties and all the Avengers were there but you were the only one dumb
enough to challenge him to a drinking contest.
“I’m more than sure.” You nodded excitedly. “I can match you
shot for shot. Drink for drink.”
“That’s a pretty big assumption.” Tony’s face lopped into a
crooked smirk. You loved that stupid smirk. “I’m just warning you, this is your
last chance to turn back. Once hammer boy pours that first drink, there’s no
“Hit me.” Was your response as you slammed your hand on the
“It seems Lady [Y/N] will not back down from your challenge
Man of Iron.” Thor chuckled. He reached for the bottle of whiskey between the
three of you and poured out two shots. One for you and one for Tony.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N) wake up!” You were awake. You knew what was going on. But you couldn’t stop. You tried to choke out a word- any word- but you couldn’t. The air in your lungs was suffocating you, and your body tried its hardest to get as much oxygen as it could, the cycle repeating. Was there even any oxygen in the air? Was the maze finally ending eliminating us Gladers?
“(Y/N). Hey look at me. Open your eyes. Look at me.” As much as you wanted to open your eyes, you couldn’t. As much as you didn’t want to bother anybody, you still ended up waking Newt. And as much as you just wanted to go back to sleep, you were stupidly stuck here, stuck in your own body, not able to do a thing.
You registered Newt putting his hands on your back and under your legs, and the feel of the hammock disappearing from under you. Newt was carrying you.
Your body was ridged. Frozen and tense. Your hands clenched so tightly that it hurt.
“I think you’re having a panic attack, which is ok. I get them from time to time too.” His voice was quiet and soothing.
“Sometimes it’s hard to open your eyes, and sometimes it’s not.” He stopped walking, and set us both down. He pulled you to his chest and put his hands over yours, gently prying at your fingers.
“They never last that long, even though it might feel like hours. Sometimes all you can do is just wait it out. I’ll wait it out with you.” Now that he had your fingers free, his arms wrapped around you. You felt safe here. Nothing bad can happen inside his arms.
Newt told stories about the Glade. About exciting things that happened before you arrived to see them. After hours- In reality Newt said it was around 20 minutes- your breathing was under control, and the panic attack was reduced to tears, some hiccups, and a pain in your chest.
You opened your eyes. Newt had set you in front of the fire pit, which was now reduced to some handfuls of dimly glowing embers. He was looking at them, and not you.
You wiped your tears and unhooked your fingers from his. You turned sideways and wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him as close to you as you could. He didn’t protest, and just continued to hold you.
“It was a nightmare, by the way.” You mumbled.
“I figured.” I could feel myself calming down and feeling better.
February 1st marks the second anniversary of my
blog ☆*･゜ﾟ･*(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*☆ !! I can’t deny that there
are many unbearable things on this website, but I can’t say that my tumblr
experience was a bad one. I got to know many nice people from different places in the world. The people I follow are all amazing people so I rarely see toxic
posts on my dash. My followers are super nice as well that I’ve never received
actual anon hate during my two years stay here. To me, this was a place where I
could play the nice person without people trying to use me. I’m the devil
irl, you just don’t know me. Yes, people usually really get afraid of
even talking to me and those who approach me mostly want something in return. This
has affected me to the extent that even all the friendships I made online were not
initiated by me. However, I was so blessed that many people here has talked to me and I could make
new awesome friends. Being able to be nice to people, even though deep inside I
know that my tumblr personality is 100% fake, without worrying about how people
will take my kindness is one of the most things I liked about this place. I
originally made this blog to post graphics, because I love making them but they
usually end up with nobody seeing them :c. Thanks to this place, I was able to
share them and see many awesome and talented graphics makers. My graphics
has improved a lot. I even started manga colouring because of the many
inspirational people I follow, and now I can’t stop colouring manga. If there’s
one thing I can be grateful to this place for is that it made me start manga
colouring. As a person who has no hobby or talent whatsoever, I was glad to
find something I can enjoy as a side hobby. Ahem, okay I know this was long but
I wanted to say it all now that I might eventually leave this place once and
for all because of collage xP.
Last but not least, thanks to all my followers for hitting
that button on my blog, thanks to all the amazing people I follow for
brightening up my dash, thanks to all the talented graphics makers who could inspire
me one way or the other, thanks to every single person who sent me a nice
positive message, and finally, thanks to all my tumblr friends for ever being
there for me!!
arm is doin strange things but ello ello i stayed up until 3 this morning sorting through my bedroom bc my room turned into the junk room while i was at uni but now i feel fresh n good n i think all i’ve been needing was a clear space. too much stuff around me makes me feel choked idk if that makes sense!!!!!!! yesterday i went on a long long walk along the seafront with the big pup so today i might go out with the mid-sized pup 4 the same thing (small pup is too old now to walk for long so his tuesday time is reserved for squishes on the sofa.) also i am dressed!!!! in the morning!!!! before 3pm!!!!! this my friends is what we call progress :-)