Gryffindor- holding rocks from the beach in yours hands, watching them flow out, being at the playground at midnight with your best friends, completing dares that no one even dared you to do, running just for the purpose of doing something, sending your best friend appreciation paragraphs for them at 3:00 A.M., going on roller coasters very confident but freaking out a little when you get to the top, playing ghosts in the graveyard with you or friends at 11:00 A.M., putting on makeup and dressing up even though you have nowhere to go, dancing and lip syncing in your room crazily, finding wonders in the little things, spacing out, diving in right away in the lake, handing out feminism badges, walking at a regular pace in the rain with your arms out, forming new clubs, being overly-excited, making small designs on the misty car window, either taking 0 selfies or 1938284 at a time, red lipstick and black mascara, scraped up legs
Hufflepuff- sugar highs, putting so much trust in your friends, dressing up as your favorite book and tv show characters, growing out your hair, blueberry pancakes when you wake up, whether that’s at 6:00 A.M. or 12:00 P.M., catching fireflies, the feeling you get when you make all your friends fall over laughing, seeing a spiny chair and immediately know what you will be doing for the rest of the day, ice cream bigger than your head, putting flowers in your friend’s hair, being the last to finish your popsicle, getting excited when you hear the ice cream truck, heart-shaped sunglasses, petting every puppy you see on the street, making a big deal out of everything, getting your friends presents even though there is no special occasion, candy shops, slumber parties, writing songs, writing stories, musicals and Broadway plays, caring about others more than you care about yourself, strip malls, taking pictures of your friends, happy drunk, defending the underdog, finding beauty in everyone’s eyes
Ravenclaw- record shops, when your face gets red after you get complimented, chokers, laughing when your nervous, cuddling with your friends at 2:00 A.M., drinking coffee in the morning, going to the beach when the waves are crazy, telling yourself to only read one more chapter but you end up finishing the book, writing letters to the author, scented candles, knee high socks, taking videos so you can remember the moment, perfect makeup techniques, laying on the rooftop at 3:00 A.M., looking at the stars, making multiple playlists for different moods, watching documentaries, playing mindlessly with your friend’s hair, eating a three course meal at 12:00 A.M., pranking your friends when they’re sleeping, putting your headphones on long car rides, binge watching Netflix, spending your day at the library, asking your friend to go to the bathroom with you, getting a churro at the fair, studying because you want to, not because anyone else wants you to
Slytherin- testing the limits, fire whiskey, mysteries, the sound of the thunderstorm against your window while you are drifting to sleep, doing anything for your friends, talking back to the teacher, smirking against the classroom, splashing the people who think the water is too cold in the lake, escaping reality, black roses, rooting for the underdog, downtown, skyscrapers, doing anything to get your way, cat ears headband, correcting people’s grammar, solving moral dilemmas easily, fixing your best friend’s makeup in the school bathroom, leather jackets, playful smirks, making faces across the classroom, knowing what your friend is saying just by reading their expression, self-deprecating humor, the moon, looks that could kill, playing sweet and sour with your close friends, doing everything yourself, with no help, rewriting history, chopping a little bit or a lot of your hair off, dirty jokes, sleepless nights, being the hero to your class because you found all the answers online, knowing when to stop but not stopping anyway
PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R lol WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!! REQUESTED: nope !
this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!!
feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)
Summary: ”Or we can just do it here.“ He hummed, his fingers immediately latching onto his belt and working as quickly as ever to get it loose. “Jeon Jungkook,” You quietly scolded with a laugh, placing a hand over his and looked around. “People can see you.” Once you looked back down at him, he shook his head slowly, “It doesn’t matter, baby,” He reasoned, his tongue flickering over his lips. “Everyone’s wasted, I promise. I just…I want you so bad.”
Summary :Junhui was a cocky guy, that was for sure, but you never thought that he
was that cocky, as you glare at your phone screen, a shaky finger
pressing on the imagine of his smooth torso, his hand wrapped around his
A/N : For all my babies suffering from the lack of seventeen smut, there you go ! + I’m writing this now instead of after my exams because I was revising and my friend sent me the video of Jun dancing to Who and yeah I couldn’t. + someone told me it was similar to other smuts and yes it is, I red other writings with the same plot so this smut is inspired by them
[11:06] you : jun, leave me alone
A sigh left your lips as you placed your phone beside you, trying to focus on the papers all over your desk. Fingertips rubbing your temples, you closed your eyes, trying to remember the things you were reading a few moments before. You hated it, you hated having to learn things by heart, just to recite everything like a robot in front of a teacher, as if it would prove that you were intelligent or something.
On top of that, your best friend was texting you non stop. You were already a pretty distracted person, but with him making your phone buzz every minute, it was even worst. He was a year above you, and didn’t have to pass any exams. His school year was over, and he was celebrating it tonight, in a party thrown by someone from his class.
But apparently, the party wasn’t that amazing, since it seemed like he wasn’t leaving his phone to go grind on some girl.
[11:07] junhui : talk to meeeee :( [11:07] you : omg jun why are you like this, leave me alone [11:08] junhui : its boring without you :(
A laugh escaped your lips, he was probably at least a bit tipsy. See, Jun was your best friend, but you both had this thing were you acted like you hated each other. But when alcohol was running in his system, Jun was the first to spill his feelings, and it was always so rewarding to see his face the day after when you red him his drunk texts.
[11:08] you : you know i have my last test soon [11:08] you : are you already drunk ? its not even midnight omg [11:09] junhui : no shit i fucking know you have a test [11:09] junhui : i cant believe you left me like that
You rolled your eyes at his text, before typing. Yeah, you could understand him. You two were ready to leave, because you were supposed to go with him, but you decided to stay at the last minute, quickly leaving your tight dress for your large pyjama shirt. Jun had tried to convince you to go with him, after all, the test was only in a week, but you didn’t want to waste time partying while you could use this time to work.
[11:10] you : dont be like this, you know its an important test [11:10] you : go dance or something, we’ll have all summer to party together [11:11] junhui : i dont want to dance :( :( :( [11:11] you : yOU’RE SO ANNOYING JUGNDHGU [11:11] you : im gonna study byyye
For a moment, the boy stopped texting you, and you thought that maybe he was finally dancing and having some fun. Going back to your notes, you tried to memorize everything, repeating the important points to yourself. A tired smile stretched your lips when you finally got everything right, moving to the next text. Rolling your eyes, you groaned, seeing how long the plan you had to memorize was, and how depressing the text was, talking about how Humans were damned no matter what.
You took a deep breath, sitting comfortably before starting reading every point, then, your phone buzzed again.
[11:25] junhui : hi [11:26] junhui : answer me [11:27] junhui : y/n [11:27] junhui : :( [11:28] junhui : i wont stop until you answer [11:29] junhui : thats the worst party ive ever seen [11:30] junhui : and i cant even leave because mingyu is the one driving [11:30] junhui : plus im kind of drunk [11:30] junhui : wow i cant believe you did this to me [11:31] you : omg wen junhui ill kill you
You sighed, he wasn’t going to leave you alone, you had to navigate between answering him and revising, rolling your eyes, maybe going to the party was a better idea.
[11:31] junhui : i like when you call me by my full name thats hot [11:31] you : wtf you have weird kinks [11:32] junhui : wow cant believe my best friend is shaming me for my kinks ! [11:33] you : find mingyu, maybe he will drive you home [11:33] junhui : nah i saw him going upstairs with some random girl [11:34] you : gross [11:34] junhui : i cant believe u did this to me [11:35] you : omfg junhui how many times are you going to say that ? [11:35] junhui : until you apologize ??? [11:36] you : fuck you this exam is more important than an obviously shitty party
You breathed, all your focus now on the coversation with your best friend. He would distract you anyway, and you wouldn’t be able to get any work done, so what was the point. Giving a last look at the pile of paper, you moved from your desk to your bed, trying to find a decently cold spot.
[11:37] junhui : ohmy god your test is in a fucking week [11:38] you : fuck its just a party why are you getting mad about it ? [11:38] junhui : because [11:39] you : you’re a child [11:39] junhui : whatever [11:40] you : omg
You growned, dropping your phone on your side, your arm resting on your eyes. He didn’t respond, and it was for the best, when Jun was drunk, he could either be super whiny for nothing, or super angry for nothing, and you would rather stop talking to him for the night than have a conversation with an angry stubborn guy.
The summer night was growing hotter, your shirt starting to stick to your body. Tugging at it to let some air hit your skin, you thought for a moment that Jun finally gave up, maybe finding someone to drive him home.
[11:55] junhui : im in the bathroom [11:57] you : k [11:57] junhui : i have a boner [11:58] you : dID I ASK
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, drunk Jun could be either way super whiny, super angry or super horny, yeah you forgot about that. See, another thing in your friendship was how comfortable both of you were when it came to sex. Junhui was already super comfortable talking about it, and so, you grew more and more confident talking about it with him. That was one of the few things you were grateful for.
[11:59] you : go get some girl to grind on i’m studying
You lied, hoping and praying god that you couldn’t have to deal with a drunk and horny Junhui. A few moments passed, and again, you thought that he was out of the bathroom dancing on some girl, because you knew that a lot of them were willing to do it. It wasn’t news that Junhui was pretty popular, his delicate features and sweet voice were enough for a lot of girls, but he also had amazing hands, and those thighs, god, the result of years of dancing. In addition to all of this, the way his hips moved was sinful. You remember seeing him dancing to one the songs he made with his friends, his hips moving slowly, his hand resting on his thigh, so close to his crotch.
Yeah, these were one of these days where you asked yourself, how the fuck do I even contain myself.
After moving his hips, you remember his eyes finding yours before he started body rolling, his shoulders broad, toned stomach moving. And it wasn’t all, the choregraphy continued again until his hands made contact with the floor, supporting himself as he fucking grinded on the floor, powerful thrusts over the floor, and you cursed under your breath.
You couldn’t admit it to yourself, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how his body moved, and you blamed it on sexual frustration, yeah that was it.
But more and more, your breath strated inching everytime he got closer, or when his hands got too adventurous, because he also wasn’t helping it. But soon, you convinced yourself that you couldn’t think about your best friend in such ways, it was weird. You were making it weird at least.
[00:05] junhui : sent a video
Your thoughts got cut by the sound of your phone, your hand grabbing it before tracing your password, and your fucking mind went blank.
Your eyes stayed glued to your screen, blinking a few times, before checking again the name of the contact, yeah that was Jun. Your troath was dry, and you tried to swallow the built of saliva.
The thumbnail was enough to leave you breathless, and even more sweaty.
Fuck, what was that for ?
You unconsciously licked your lips, your eyes fixed on the image.
Jun’s was sitting in what looked like a bathroom, his black jeans tugged to the middle of his muscular thighs, his black shirt riding up, revealing a parcel of his skin. His hand was wrapped around his cock, tip already red, several rings hugging his fingers. You couldn’t see his face, the image cut to his sweaty neck, but you could understand that his head was thrown back.
You cursed under your breath, a shaky finger pressing on the message, the image filling your screen before starting. And it started right away, the boy’s hand slowly pumping up and down, his thumb stopping to collect the drop of precum. Touching his sensitive head, you heard a hiss, your mouth falling agape, waiting for more, and it stopped.
Your eyes widen, still locked on the screen, before catching the small three dots on your phone.
[00:06] junhui : fuck, im so hard [00:06] junhui : help me
You looked up from your screen, as if someone would suddently appear at the end of your bed to help you in this situation. Your heart was pounding, what the fuck were you supposed to do ? He sent it like it was the most normal thing to do.
And fuck, you wanted to run away from your phone and hide, but on the other hand, your eyes were still glued to the small picture, your mind replaying the faint hiss.
[00:07] junhui : y/n [00:08] you : you can’t send things like that omg [00:08] junhui : omfg its okay youre my best friend [00:08] junhui : just help me [00:08] junhui : please
“Best friends”, was that a common thing to send nudes to your best friend ? You took a deep breath, before typing again, what the fuck were you getting yourself into.
[00:09] you : what the fuck do you want me to do [00:09] you : you have a fucking boner its not my fault youre a horny fuck [00:10] junhui : sent a vocal
You rolled your eyes, taking your headphones before playing the audio, and your heart sank. It started with a clear, deep moan, you could hear that he was trying to stay quiet, before muffling it, the sound of his hand moving in the background was faint, and he started talking. God, his voice was raspy, low, breathless, “What do you mean it’s not your fault ? I have a fucking boner because of you, fuck- That dress looked so good on you.”
Your breath grew uneven, catching your lip between your teeth. A breathy moan fell from his lips, probably picturing you in the dress you were wearing earlier, “And fuck- d-did you really have to start taking it off in front of me ?” You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered taking the straps off in front of him, letting him see a bit of your bra, but you couldn’t imagine that it had such and effect on him.
“God, please, send something, a picture, anything, I don’t care.”, he moaned, before ending the audio. You eyes widen, a picture ? Fuck, you wanted to continue whatever was going on, feeling the familiar discomfort between your legs but you really didn’t know how to take it.
Eventually, you moved your phone, stretching your arm above your head, opening the camera. Your moved to lay on your back, bending your knee up as your other hand tugged your shirt upwards, enough to show the right of your bra and your panties.
It was the exact same bra that Jun saw as you took your dress off earlier, the lacy black bra un panties hugging your body. You quickly took the picture, cutting it after your lips, your lower lip rosy after biting it, and you sent it.
[00:14] you : sent a picture
Biting your lip, you waited for his responce.
[00:15] junhui : fuck, you look so good [00:16] junhui : sent a video
And this time, you didn’t hesitate to open the video, your breath stopping. Fuck, if he was touching himself while looking at a picture of you, you could to that too, right ? Your hand traveled down your stomach, letting your finger press on your clit, a gasp leaving your lips. Keeping your eyes open, you watched as the video opened on your phone, Jun’s hand moving faster this time, and holy shit, he looked so big. His tip was red, a groan coming from his chest as he moved the phone and,
“Oh my god.”, you cursed under your breath as you took your panties off, your digit spreading your wetness. You gasped as Jun moved the phone so you were able to fully see his hand pumping his cock and his face, and god, he look amazing.
His lower lip between his teeth, looking straight at his camera through the locks of his back hair. His mouth suddently fell open with a silent moan as his head fell backwards, letting you see his Adam’s Apple bobbing and the video ended.
Fuck, you were keeping those videos, for scientific reasons.
[00:18] junhui : are you touching yourself ?
Your finger started rubbing your clit, trying your best to reply, but you didn’t even know how, so you took another picture. Quickly opening the camera, you took another one in the same position, your hand clearly visible in the shot.
[00:18] you : sent a picture [00:19] junhui : i knew it [00:19] junhui : fuck, i wish you were here
And then, out of nowhere, your phone rang.
You didn’t hesitate long before you accepted the call, placing your phone on your pillow beside your head.
“Y/N.”, he breathed as your finger started to work faster.
“Jun.”, you wanted your voice to be as quiet as his, but it came out in a moan.
“Fuck, why did you have to stay home.”, he gasped, breathless.
“Why did you have to go to this party.”, you replied.
“Whatever, be fucking prepared when I come home.”, a broken moan fell from his lips as you cursed under your breath, your imagination running wild. You allowed a finger to enter your heat, your digit easily sliding in. You moaned, your other hand gripping your sheet.
“God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you in that dress.”, the sound of skin clapping grew quicker as he continued, “I wish I could feel your lips around me.”, he gasped, before continuing, “You’re going to let me fuck your mouth when I come home, won’t you ?”
You moaned, his words hitting your core, but he wasn’t having it, his cocky self coming back. “Words.”
You opened your mouth, breathing heavely before answering, “Yes.”
“Yeah.”, and he laughed out of pleasure, the sound ringing in your ears, adding another finger.
“I’ll make you feel so good.”, he purred, a long moan tumbling from his lips. “You’re touching yourself, right babygirl ? Fuck yourself with your fingers, curl them, imagine my fingers instand of yours.”, he rasped, clearly reaching his climax as he was finding it hard to talk.
And you did, curling your fingers and moving faster, picturing your best friend between your legs, your hips bucking against your hand. Your moans grew higher, more and more frequent as you moved your hips.
“Are you gonna cum ?”, he asked, breathless, groaning as he tried to wait for you.
“Jun.”, you moaned, unable to give him an answer, feeling the knot in your stomach ready to explode.
“God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”, he cooed, a broken moan filling your ears. “Come for me.”
And that’s all you needed, moaned, your back arching, a clear layer of sweat near your collarbones. Collapsing, you tried to catch your breath, closing your eyes, trying to focus on what was going on on the other side.
A series of curse words mixed with your name tumbled from his lips, before he came on a long moan, gasping every now and then.
“Fuck, fuck.”, he cursed, trying to process everything, before letting a long sigh.
Both of you stayed silent for a moment, before Jun moved the phone, before speaking in a breathless voice.
In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.
some harry face sitting action maybe?
Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!
You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album? Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.
Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.
A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.
A/N: FINALLY posting something. This is based off a recent even that happened in my life and I kinda needed to write it all down…let me know what you think! Especially since I haven’t written in forever!
Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire
Word Count: 1000+
Warnings: Angst, Swearing
The two of you had avoided each other for weeks.
What went from hurtful words spewed at you in the heat of
the moment, to you needing time, which then eventually led to the art of stonewalling
that the two of you perfected in. And now here you were with this awful knot in
your throat, your mind curled in on itself, two hands firmly holding the
steering wheel, driving in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. You couldn’t even
remember what the two of you had been arguing about in the first place, but the
overwhelming sense of not being of any use to him, of being an inconvenience, a
liability, was enough to have you putting as much distance as you possibly
could from Lebanon, Kansas.
Reader x F*ckboi!Yoongi ft. Taehyung Synopsis: A little end of the year party tradition gets taken too far. Genre: Smutty, Angst Word Count: 7.1k Part 1 of 2
“No! It’s not happening.”
“C'mon. It’s harmless. Seriously, it’d be like a chill thing.”
“No, Yoongi. There’s no way I’m doing that.”
“Why not? There’s seriously no ill feelings behind it, I only need them for a little bit and then you’ll get it back.”
“Why can’t you take no for an answer, Loser. I’m not giving you my underwear. Bye.”
Yoongi sighed as he followed you outside of the house party to the backyard. The music pounded through the walls from inside, blaring fast beats and obscene profanities, echoing past numerous houses down the street. The cold air hit your cheeks that were tinted red from the alcohol and the heat of the copious amounts of bodies ‘bumping and grinding’ on one another.
Even outside, the yard was filled with scattered groups and couples. Each of them drinking from those infamous red, plastic cups, taking hits off of each others blunts, or connected to their partners lips. Pushing past them was no easy task, consistently bumping into intoxicated bodies as you made your way to the empty swinging loveseat.
You ran your hand through your hair as you sat, attempting to catch a breath. The party was suffocating. It seemed as though people flooded every room, corner, crevice and pocket the household had. The bathroom; occupied by two girls from your Literature class going down on the All-Star Quarterback whose only response to the disturbance was “Do you wanna join?”
The bedrooms were either locked and if they weren’t you wouldn’t dare go into them anyways. Oh no, you’d learned your lesson the first time you’d ever gone to a house party of this size. Turns out, High Schoolers were a lot kinkier than you could ever have thought.
Any other room was full of people trying too hard to impress their peers when in the end it didn’t even matter. You never saw the point in these fiascos. High School lasts 4 years and then it’s over with and you don’t ever see these people again. They weren’t important to you in the long run.
So, why were you here in the first place? Well you could thank your 'best friend’ for that. Park Jimin. After well, years, of begging for you to try another party saying, “It won’t be like the first one, I promise. I won’t leave your side and we’ll have fun, just the two of us, okay?” He finally got you to agree to try it once more making him swear he really wouldn’t leave you alone at any point during the party. But, here he was; weak as a kitten as soon as his ex walked in, begging for some alone time to 'talk’.
(A/N): I decided why the hell not do a poly relationship?
Can you do an imagine where the reader loves Bucky/Steve, but he has a girlfriend and when the reader decides to move on he gets jealous or something ? ( please make it angst at first and then really fluffy at the end ) thank you 😊
You sip at your drink sadly, your spirits had been depleted hours ago and all you wanted to do was go to your room and sleep until Sunday but seeing as how this was Bucky’s 100th birthday that would be rude. So now here you were, drinking all alone in the corner of Tony’s bar as everyone danced and had a fan-fucking-tastic time, or more specifically Bucky and Steve.
You wanted to growl in annoyance when you looked over at the rugged super soldiers, all tall and thick and- God no, you needed to stop thinking like that. They were your teammates for Christ’s sake and here you were, ogling at them. It’s not like it would ever work out anyways…they had girlfriends and damn good looking ones too. Steve had Sharon, beautiful, slender, badass Sharon and Bucky had some girl named Dot, some cute curly red haired, green eyed innocent little thing and well- you had no one but yourself and a bottle of scotch.
With a dry chuckle you drink another shot, allowing the burning liquid to soothe your pain.
You had no right to be jealous, they were never yours to begin with, what made you feel entitled enough to dictate who they dated or fell in love with? The last one sticks to your tongue, making the burning in your throat a million times worse.
What if Bucky and Steve both fell in love with someone other than you? What if they settled down, finally started a family, and you never got the chance to tell them how much you loved them? Tears begin to pinprick your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, this was a joyous occasion, it was Bucky’s big one hundred for fucks sake, you couldn’t cry now but you could drown your sorrows in your lovely scotch. You take another swig of the burning liquid, allowing it to simmer in your mouth before gliding down your throat, leaving an even more unpleasant burning feeling. You cough a but, trying to rid your throat of the horrid burning when suddenly there’s a hand upon your shoulder, grasping it gently.
“Heya,” You look back only to come face to face with a stranger- but a rather attractive one at that. “I’m Brent,” You smile to the best of your ability, cringing lightly at yourself.
“(Y/N)’s a very pretty name,” You blush a bit. God, you were blushing, how sad are you?
“So um- I saw you over here drinking scotch alone and I thought maybe you’d like to go dancing with me?” You let your eyes linger on the man, brown hair, blue eyes, a gorgeous jaw and the perfect height; he was like the love child of Steve and Bucky himself and you were more than attracted to him.
“I can’t promise I won’t step on your feet,” Brent chuckles as he takes your hand in his, gingerly as possible as though you were made of porcelain.
“A few broken toes is no big deal,” You laugh as you make your way to the dance floor, the intoxicating music slowly starting to get to you. All around people were dancing, some more reserved but for the most part everyone was grinding on each other, having a damn good time and well- you deserved to have a damn good time too. Immediately Brent’s hands settle upon your waist as you slowly begin to move to the best of the music. A little grind here, a little grind there. Before you know it the two of you are practically dry humping and amidst other people as well. It felt so dirty but it felt oh so right too. You bite your lip as you allow yourself to succumb to the moment, to let yourself finally be free of anything other than Brent’s hands upon your waist and the way his cock ever so deliciously-
“(Y/N).” There was a dangerous growl, low and throaty and more than intimidating. You slowly open your eyes, feeling rather drunk on the music and Brent, and you slowly focus in on the two figures ahead of you, each one with their arms folded over their chest in an almost defensive manner. “(Y/N), can we talk to you? In private-” It was Bucky. It was Bucky and Steve both standing there, staring at you disapprovingly. Oh god- what had you done? What was wrong? Did they somehow did out about your love for them? Or maybe it was something worse?
A million thoughts start swimming through your mind as you slowly step away from Brent, giving him a soft apology before stepping up to the two super soldiers.
Their gaze upon you was scary, a dark almost predatory like look to them. You’d seen this look a thousand times before, usually directed at Tony or some enemies but never you. God- to get them to look at you like that meant you had to have done something horrible. Guess you’d be finding out in a few minutes…
The elevator ride up to Bucky and Steve’s shared floor was tense, with one soldier on either side of you, making you feel small and rather childlike. There was an almost angry air surrounding the two of them and it scared you more than anything.
You replayed the last week in your mind, trying to figure out what you had done wrong. You had done all your training sessions, every mission was a success, you had bought Bucky a birthday present; what else was there that you could have messed up? Your throat runs dry as the elevator dings and both soldiers make their way out, thus forcing them out with you.
“You guys-” your voice is shy and timid at best. “What’s going on? Why are you so angry?” Both Steve and Bucky chuckle, shaking their heads as though they were amused.
“You really don’t know why were angry?” Bucky’s tone sends shivers down your spine, and not the pleasant kind either.
“How about the fact you were essentially fucking some stranger right on the dance floor, does that ring a bell?” Steve’s tone is just as dark and it scares you more than anything else.
“I-I’m sorry, everyone else was doing it, I-I thought it was okay,”
“All that man was trying to do was get down your pants,” For some reason now is when your nerves return, full force at that too. You went from scared and helpless to confident and angry in only a matter of seconds.
“And why do you care Rogers? Maybe you should focus less on me and more on that girlfriend of yours,” Steve growls as he suddenly lunges for you, pinning you to the wall behind you.
“What if I don’t want anyone down these pants, hmm? What if I want you all to myself, ever thought of that?” You gulp as you look at Steve, at the dark look upon his face and the intimidating look in his eyes. “What if Bucky wanted you, what then? What if we both want you but you’re too fucking oblivious to all our attempts?” You look to Bucky who shares the same look with Steve, dark and intimidating.
His words don’t even set in for a few moments as you play them over and over again in your head, mulling each word, syllable, and vowel meticulously.
"Wait…you both- you both want me?”
“Fuck yes,” Bucky growls, his voice lower than you had ever heard. “Wanted you since the moment we laid eyes on you doll,” You squirm withing Steve’s grasp, looking between the two men uncomfortably. It wasn’t exactly nice to be pinned by Steve or to have him and Bucky glaring straight daggers at you.
“What about Sharon and dot?”
“No,” Bucky shakes his head. “They don’t count- they’re not you, they’re not as special,” You gulp as Steve’s face looms over you, his rather scary gaze only making your heart rate increase.
“This isn’t some kind of sick joke?” You whisper timidly, a bit too scared to know the answer. If Bucky and Steve were lying that meant a world of heartache for you but if they said yes that meant a million other things- two personal furnaces to keep you warm at night, more coffee to make in the mornings, more love to share and receive-
“No, how many times do we have to say that we want you (Y/N)?” Steve’s voice is right beside your ear, sending almost pleasurable sparks up your spine.
You sigh shakily as his words finally set in, Bucky and Steve wanted you, the two men you’d fallen in love with wanted you just as much as you wanted them. Steve goes to say something else, his lips in a near snarl when you pounce upon him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him tightly. The man must have been thoroughly taken back by your sudden moves but only a moment passes before he’s melting into your embrace, any trace of anger having immediately been wiped from his system.
“You can get in on this too Bucky,” You mumble from your place in Steve’s neck. There’s an almost disbelieving chuckle and suddenly another pair of arms wrap around you, making the hug that much better. Bucky’s head nuzzles against yours and your unable to stop the happy chuckles that falls from your lips as Bucky sweetly kisses your lips, soothing any nerves or fear you previously had.
“Save some for me Barnes,” Steve chuckles as Bucky breaks away, licking his lips deliciously. Without a moment to waste Steve kisses you, his lips just as soft and sweet as Bucky’s. at this point you felt high on whatever was in the air right now, lust? Love? Whatever it was you were definitely feeling it but the sudden thump of music floors below you pulls you out if your almost high. You pull away from Steve, much to his dismay.
“Bucky, what about your party?” Bucky smirks as he takes your hand, gently guiding you out of Steve’s embrace and down a hall.
“I was thinking we could have a little party Of our own,” The soldier gives you a little flirtatious wink.
“But what about everyone else and-”
“What birthday boy wants birthday boy gets, right?” You nod your head, biting your lip. “And I want you naked and on my bed in a minute, you Better be ready for us doll,” Bucky smirks as he gives your ass a light smack as you walk into his bedroom, more like jump into the room due from the almost heart attack Bucky caused you. “One minute doll,” Bucky gives you one last wink as he closes the door, leaving you to get ready for not only him but Steve as well.
You bite your lip as your fingers tremble to remove your shirt. You didn’t even know what you were to Bucky and Steve, special, you knew that much but that was it, there was nothing else to go on. But one thing was for certain at this point; this was going to be one hell of a night.
Two pairs of arms wrapped around your waist snugly, two warm chest pressed against you, one to your front and one to your back. You hum softly as you nuzzle into the closest body; Steve. His warmth radiated off his body in waves, overtaking the freezing room and keeping you more than warm. Bucky was pressed behind you, his scruffy face nuzzled into your neck, his breath gently hit your skin as he breathed in and out.
You groan softly as you try to stretch your limbs but with two super soldiers glued to you that was kind of hard.
“Bucky- Steve,” You poke each man’s cheek in an attempt to wake them up. “Come on, I gotta go make breakfast,”
“You don’t have to make breakfast,” Bucky whispers into your neck as he pulls you a little closer. Apparently a poke to his cheek had been enough to wake him up unlike Steve who was now burrowing into your chest like a dog or cat of sorts. “You can lay in bed with us for the rest of the day,” You smile softly as Bucky kisses your ear, his lips barely fluttering against your skin.
“So no coffee or bacon?”
“There’s that pancake house down the road, once Steve gets his lazy ass up we’ll go there, sound good?” You go to reply when suddenly an equally sleepy voice penetrates the air, making both you and Bucky chuckle softly.
“I’m awake you ass,” it was times like these, when the three of you could simply be- no worry of the media or the other avengers, no worry about hydra or aliens from other dimensions- that you realized you loved your boys more than anything in the world.
I loved you too much to notice. When you started coming home later I pushed it to the back of my mind. When your jaw clenched and your fingers dug into your palm I ignored it. When shot glasses replaced picture frames I kept a smile. I let myself see the you I first met. The you who had a touch so gentle it was as if there was no contact at all. The you who’s smile was so bright it almost made you forget about the world outside. You, who chased away my demons even when they towered over you. You who promised forever, who promised a future. You who laughed like a child and loved like it kept you alive. The you who loved art and would jump during horror movies. The you who swore to protect me from the monsters in the movies and the closet. But soon enough the monsters from the movies could be seen behind your eyes and while I was drunk on you, you were drunk on whiskey.
The liquid burned your throat as it went
down for the fifth time. You had decided to go out that night with Wanda since
it had been ages since you two had a girls night out. So there you were, in one
of the nicest clubs in New York, pouring down your throat the fifth tequila
shot of the night.
“You know, it doesn’t taste that
bad…” You mumbled looking at the little glass. “At least it doesn’t
after the third one” you added with a laugh.
“That’s because you’re wasted”
Wanda laughed leaning against the bar.
“There’s a chance I am… But maybe
I am not” you said with a frown. “I’m going to the bathroom” you
added getting up from your tool way too quickly, making everything spin.
“Wow…” You mumbled holding onto the bar.
“Were you saying?” Wanda laughed.
You showed her your middle finger as your stumbled towards the bathroom.
It had been a long time since you drank
so much. You had been too busy with the missions and all the Avengers stuff
going on at the moment. Plus, you were trying to get a degree at the NYU.
Summing up, you didn’t have much time for parties.
Luckily, you had a break from university
and for once there was no saving the world so Wanda talked you into changing
into something nicer than your onesie, putting on some make up and hitting the
So there you were, in line for the
bathroom of a club, seeing how the lights were too bright and confusing,
hearing laughs and drunken conversations all around you. You took out your
phone to check the time. 4 a.m.
With a sigh you opened the messages to
check if there was any but nothing new. Before you closed the app, Bucky’s name
came to your eyes, making you open the last conversation you had with him about
which movie you were watching that night.
You smiled at the memory of watching
Star Wars with him. He had been so amazed by the movie that watching him had
been more entertaining than the movie itself. Your remembered his eyes
completely focused on the screen, brighting, and his mouth partly opened in
surprise. He was too adorable. You ended up falling asleep over him that night
and he ended up taking you to bed once the movie was finished. The thought of
him carrying you in his strong arms still sent shivers down your body. Damn
“Sorry, are you coming in?”
You looked up from your phone to see that you were next.
“Oh yes! Sorry!” You exclaimed
with a smile before hurrying into the bathroom.
It wasn’t the first time something like
that happened to you. Getting lost in your memories of Bucky, day dreaming
about him, about how it would be to actually be with him. Not as a friend, but
as something more. Having him in your bedroom every night, whispering the
sweetest things in your ear until you fell asleep and waking up with his body
pressed against your back. Damn. You had it bad.
“Are you okay?” Wanda asked
when you came back from the bathroom.
“I need another shot” you
stated as you ordered two more.
“Amen sister” Wanda smiled
By the time you two were walking back to
the tower, you had to hold onto each other in order not to fall. Your head was
spinning, the lights were everywhere and you didn’t know where you were.
“I’m fucked, Wanda” you
“No. You’re drunk” she replied.
“Besides” you laughed.
“But I’m serious. I think I like Bucky” you confessed. You felt her
eyes on you.
“You what?” She asked.
“Don’t make me say it again”
“You should tell him” she
“You’re even more wasted than I
am” you laughed. “I can’t do that. We’re friends” you added.
“So? Vision and I were friends
too” she said with a small smile.
“That’s different-” you tried
to speak but she placed both of her hands on your mouth. “Mmmm!!”
“Don’t think about it” she said.
“Give me your phone” she added stretching out her hand. You frowned
confused but gave her your phone. Then you watched her as she dialed Bucky’s
“No!” You exclaimed jumping
over her but your drunken state caused you to fall on the floor.
“Hey Bucks!” Wanda suddenly
said. “I’m sorry I woke you up. But there’s someone here who has something
to tell you” she added. You covered your face and shook your head over and
over again. “How did you know it was (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Because that’s my phone you
moroon!” You exclaimed as you started laughing.
“Oh right” she mumbled.
“Anyway, we’re on our way home and she got to talk to you ASAP so yeah,
see you now” she added before hanging up and giving the phone back to you.
“That was probably the worst idea
ever” you laughed trying to get up from the ground.
“Was it?” She smirked.
“Who knows” you laughed
hooking your arms together as you two continued your way back home.
You didn’t even think about that call
since you were completely sure Bucky hadn’t paid attention and had gone back to
sleep. That’s why when you stepped out of the elevator and saw him leaning
against the back of the couch, facing the two of you, you almost tripped over
and fell again.
“I’m screwed” you mumbled
looking at him. Wanda started giggling by your side, causing you to do the
“Goodnight” she mumbled
stumbling towards the stairs.
“Hey there Summer Soldier!”
You exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled. “Wrong season” you
added with a laugh. “Have you ever realised how shining New York is?”
You asked smiling.
“That’s what you wanted to tell
me?” He chuckled.
“But it is! Like your eyes when you
were watching Star Wars” you pointed out. He smiled a little.
“It was a good movie” he
“I know. I saw you- I mean, it! I
saw it. I saw the movie” you said taking off your heels, ending up on the
floor once again.
Immediately Bucky was by your side,
helping you up as you giggled. Since it was hard for you to stand, he picked
you up bridal style.
“This is nice” you said as he
carried you upstairs. “This is how you took me to bed the other day right?
I could get used to it” you smiled resting your head between his shoulder
and his neck. “Mmm…you’re so soft” you whispered against his
“Am I?” He whispered with
raspy voice this time. You nodded and planted a kiss on his neck making him
shiver. “You’re wasted” he commented.
“I’m okay” you mumbled closing
your eyes. Bad idea. The spinning got even worse. “You’re cute” you
added without thinking.
“What?” He laughed walking
into your room.
“You heard me” you replied as
he set you on your bed.
“You think I’m cute?” He asked
smiling down at you.
“Cute, hot, handsome, funny, nice,
lovely…” You started saying. He smiled kneeling down in front of you.
“You’re drunk” he said.
“Wow thank you” you rolled
your eyes. He laughed and made you lie down on your bed.
“You’re beautiful too” he
admitted sitting down next to you.
You looked at him and smiled before
sitting up slowly so you wouldn’t throw up. You two looked at each other before
you leaned in. He smiled but pressed his forehead against yours instead kissing
“You’re drunk. You will hate me in
the morning if I kiss you” he whispered.
“Drunk acts, sober thoughts”
you shrugged. He laughed.
“I’m sure that’s not the
quote” he smirked.
“So what?” You said.
Without giving him a chance to react,
you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you until your lips
met. When he slipped his tongue in your mouth your head started spinning. You
didn’t even know if it was because of the alcohol or him, but it was completely
You laid down, taking him down with you
so he was hovering over you, with a hand on your waist and the other one by
“Wait…” He pulled away when
you tried to take his t-shirt off. “You’re drunk, (Y/N)” he said again.
“So what?” You frowned.
“We can’t. Not like this” he
sighed rubbing your face slowly.
“But I like you” you whispered
with a pout. He chuckled and pecked your lips.
“We’ll see if you feel the same way
in the morning” he said.
“I will” you replied.
He smiled and kissed your forehead
before getting off you. He covered you up and left your room after a while.
That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Walking away from you
when you had just confessed what he had been waiting to hear for so long. But
it wasn’t the right thing to do. Not when you were completely wasted. All he
could hope for was that you felt the same way in the morning. If you didn’t,
you would probably hate him.
Bucky didn’t get much asleep the rest of
the night. When the sun came through the window he forced himself to wake up
and go to the gym. He needed to clear his hear and wrap it around the
possibility of you changing your mind. He knew it would take you time to get
out of bed so he would need patience.
After spending an hour and a half in the
gym and after taking a long shower he went to the kitchen to have some
breakfast. Steve and Peter were already up and having breakfast in the living
room where Bucky joined them in silence.
“What happened last night?”
Peter asked sleepy. “I woke up and heard some noises” he
“I heard nothing” Steve
“Wanda and (Y/N) came completely
wasted” Bucky replied with a shrug.
“Today will be fun then” Peter
“So fucking funny Parker”
Bucky turned around when he heard your voice.
There you were, in your pyjamas, with
your make up ruined and your hair in a messy bun over your head. He gulped and
got up as you two locked eyes.
Despite your headache and how your body
was dying from hangover, you could remember the events from last night. You
could remember his lips, the heat of his body over yours, his smile, his touch,
his words and yours. Judging by the look on his eyes, he remembered them
Slowly, he walked over to you, like you
were a deer that could run away if he moved too fast. You bite your lip,
looking up at him, doubt in his eyes.
“So?” He mumbled. You shrugged
and took a tiny step towards him.
“Drunk actions, sober
thoughts” you said.
He smiled widely and placed a hand on
your hip to pull you closer.
“I like you too then” he
smiled before closing the distance between you two, kissing you again, with
more passion than last night, pulling you as close as he could until you two
needed air to keep on breathing. He placed his forehead on yours and smiled.
“Like a lot” he added making you chuckle.
“That’s not the quote, isn’t
it?” You heard Peter asking, making you laugh before kissing Bucky again.
Getting drunk, having the worst hangover of your life had turned out to be one
of the best thing you could have ever wished for.
Summary: Sebastian has always been a small part of your life, coming and going every few years. After the countless nights you’d spend together you’d fall more and more for him every time, tonight it no exception.
Warnings: mild angst, fluff, drinking, age gap (but it’s like a five year one), smut (18+)
Word Count:2400 words
A/N: I just wanna apologise for my lack of posting but I started uni a couple weeks ago and it’s been my number one priority and it’s been a lot more hectic than I thought it would be so I will try to post as much as I can I promise and I’m so sorry again! xx
I also used this picture from TIFF as inspiration and I’m super angry that as a Torontonian I have not met him
a/n: super fluffy. mentions of alcohol and getting drunk. Part 2 I’m hoping to add some smut, we’ll see. My first chubby/curvy/plus size reader fic! Also I prefer long hair Thor (I’m still sad over his new haircut)
Summary: The reader is new to the team. Thor can’t keep his eyes off of her.
“Good morning Thor!”
“Good morning Lady y/n, you are looking lovely as always.”
“Thank you.” you said, while continuing to mix the batter you were preparing.
You shook your head, smiling. He was always such a sweetheart. You had just got out of bed, wearing only a tank top and cute sleeping shorts. You weren’t sure what Thor’s idea of lovely is, but you thanked him anyway.
“I was about to make french toast, would you like some?” you asked, as he rummaged through the fridge.
Thor peeked his head over the refrigerator door, “I would!“
How does each boyo react to pleasuring their partner, using their mouth/hands?
@nifwrites has inspired me so much through this new smut journey I’m on!! Thank you so much to them, and a few other tumblrs who I will tag momentarily.
Noct- Of course he enjoys when his s/o feels good. Genuinely, he does! He’ll ease you out of whatever underwear you have on (after a passionate make out session). But before he strips you down, he’ll hold you , almost palming your sex using his thumb to apply pressure over your clit. He enjoys feeling your warmth through your underwear.
Moving your underwear down your legs and dipping a finger inside you, Noct goes almost entirely by feel. One at a time at first, then two at a time. Who cares what everything looks like- it’s the feeling that matters. Seems to make sense just fine to him, and work out excellently for you. He doesn’t need to see what he’s doing to know it feels good. Call it a prince’s intuition.
Supporting himself on one arm, and using the other to pulse his fingers inside you, he begins to pick up a treacherously slow and steady rhythm - simply to watch you writhe underneath him.
The thing about Noct is, as giving as he truly believes he is, the selfless act is never 100%…well, selfless.
Knowing he’s the reason for a kind of bliss so closely a relative of agony, and that you’re quite literally at the mercy of his hands lights a dangerous fire in him, causing him to pump faster with his fingers. If the mood is right, you swear he sometimes goes into a kind of trance. Not a strong one, but a trance nonetheless. Like he’s feeding off your energy, or you his. Or even a sharing of both- you’ve never been exactly sure.
“You’re close,” he’ll say. As more of a statement than a question. He’s right. You are.
He can feel your walls tightening around his fingers with every stroke.
Your chest is heaving, and for some reason his is too. His face is just inches from yours now. You can’t help but tilt your head back and moan. His fingers pumping quicker as If he was chasing his own release, and not yours.
As his breathing grows louder in your ear you feel heat welling up within you, moments away from coming undone.
He lifts his chest up so that you’re in full view, revealing his simmering hot fuchsia eyes. “Come – now” he says. And as if he spoke it into existence, you come undone around his palm as he massages your clit through your orgasm, and you both cry out. His simmering eyes flicker out as he drops his head to your shoulders, the both of you tightly holding the other as the steadiness of your breath returns.
Gladio is definitely a surveyor, which makes you feel embarrassed at times. Especially with the essence of how much you want him dripping from your core onto the mattress. Most guys don’t care to look, but Gladio- he wants to know every part of his girl.
He further parts your thighs and you brace yourself for him to enter you. When he doesn’t, you lift your head to see what he’s doing.
You catch him kneeling at your entrance lazily stroking himself, fixating on your dripping heat. “Babe-”
“You’re beautiful” he cuts you off. “You know that? Anybody ever tell you that?” He says, continuing to stroke himself, and run himself along your folds, probing your entrance, and just barely dipping himself in the pearlescent liquid beginning to pool towards the bottom of your sex.
You’re embarrassed now, and attempt to close your legs. Gladio leans over you, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, “No,” he says, shaking his head a small frown appearing across his lips, “apparently not. Let me look at my baby girl” he pleads with you, his amber eyes looking more earnest than they ever have, his cock still throbbing.
This is the most erotic thing you think you’ve ever experienced. He stretches your folds to further expose your sensitive budding pearl, and you feel…oddly sexual being on display for him like this. What he’s doing..it feels good. He holds you there, unable to resist bringing his mouth down to your sex, rolling the tip of his tongue over your clit in slow steady circles. And so would the night continue until he mercifully brings you to climax.
Prompto loves your scent. There’s no other way to put it than the fact that he loves your smell. His tactic is to get you dripping wet. Then and only then, once your underwear is soaked through, will he grant you the relief of taking it off. But not before he burries his face between your thighs and runs his nose up and down your heat, taking in two or three large breaths through his nose.
The Prompto that emerges is not the one who submerged his face between your thighs. He’s resurfaced incomprehensibly drunk on your scent. His blue eyes have become searing and half lidded, lips parted, his mouth hanging slightly open. Your stomach churns in anticipation. Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde- this Prompto is unpredictable.
Hungry, carnivorous even, he looks at you practically radiating heat. “Hey, flip on all fours,” he says. It’s almost shocking when the voice that comes out of him is still his. Cheery and sweet as ever, yet quivering. But not with uncertainty. Quivering with what you could only describe as…restraint.
You oblige, and turn on all fours facing the headboard, unsure exactly where this was going, half expecting him to nail you from behind. Instead, he slides his body underneath you, his face stopping at your heat, and pulls your hips down so that your folds and his mouth are a perfect match.
This new angle is making a hell of a difference. He cups your ass, urging you to buck your hips as he sucks on your clit, and rocks you in tandem with his rhythm.
Devouring you from underneath, his moans ring out in pleasure as he continues. It’s not long before your arms give out as you climax and he slides up from under you just in time to catch you with open arms as you fall onto his chest.
A semblance of the Prom you know returns to his features in satisfaction, as he holds you while you both drift to sleep.
WHEW *fans self* OK IGGY after the break! Christttt
Request from @asmolarab :Tom and the Reader are dating. The reader is a famous musician.
Also inspired from the recent drama of his fans saying rude stuff on that models page after he liked her photo… Like c’mon he’s 21 let him live pls.
THERE I’VE SAID MY PEACE NOW ENJOY THE IMAGINE BABES xx
Today you were home with Tessa waiting for Tom’s interview to start. Lounging in leggings and one of Tom’s pullovers. Walking over to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Asking Alexa to turn up the tv so you could hear it from the kitchen.
Tessa following you around whenever Tom wasn’t home. Getting the kettle ready and placing it on the stove. Reaching into the cupboard for a mug then for your organizer full of teas. Picking out which tea you want today ,you pick it from the slot.
Tearing it open you pull the bag out and set it into the mug. Throwing the trash away turning around once you hear the kettle whistle. Reaching over you lift it up and grab your mug. Pouring the hot water into the mug seeing the light steam rising from the mug.
A smile rises to your face as you smell the raspberry scent fill your nose. Grabbing a the sugar spoon and doing one little spoonful. Opening the fridge you grab the almond milk out of the fridge. Pouring a small amount then putting it away. Pulling out the drawer and taking out a spoon to stir everything together.
“Tom Holland will be on next after the break!” The host’s voice fills the air making you look over from hearing your boyfriend’s name. A smile on your face thinking of him. You’re so proud of where he is right now.
“C’mon Tess, let’s go back and wait for daddy to come back on” Leaning down rubbing her head and stroking the side of her face with your thumb. The two of you head back to the living room and sit down on the L shaped couch.
Sipping your tea you open up Instagram on your phone. A spam of comments on your new photo making you roll your eyes. Tom’s fans were giving you shit since the moment he announced the two of you dating. It was worse whenever Tom would like your photos cause you received so much hate for it.
Checking the charts on Itunes you see your album at the top. Pride replaces the annoyance from Tom’s fans. You did this, your album hit number one on the charts. All your hard work was paying off and it was so satisfying. Tessa barks making you look up from your phone. She sat below the tv looking up at the screen. Her tail is wagging as she see’s Tom popping up on the screen.
Setting your phone aside you get comfortable on the couch. He looked so damn handsome in that outfit, how’d you get so lucky for him to fall for you? Watching him sit down on the interviewers couch taking a sip from the cup near him. He was always drinking something during interviews.
“So Tom, congrats on the new movie man you did a brilliant job!” the interviewers thick English accent was easy to understand. Tom’s smile made your heart flutter, he is literal perfection and all yours.
“Thank you so much, It was a blast to film and the cast was amazing and it’s all thanks to Marvel and Sony”
“Also we just got news of your girlfriend’s album she just released” the host points towards the screen. An image popping up of it being number one on the charts. Tom’s face filled with shock, a smile on his face.
“That’s amazing! Angel I’m so proud of you, wow you did it! Can’t wait to give you a massive hug when I get home” Tom’s excitement for you made you tear up. Recognition from him meant the world to you. He stands up dancing in a circle then blowing a kiss to the camera for you.
“Darling, I’m home! Where are my two favorite girls?” Tom’s voice comes from the living room. Getting off the bed you head towards the doorway.
Walking out of the bedroom to see him holding a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of roses. A grin on your face from the sight. Tessa was sitting next to him with her tail wagging. Heading over to Tom giving him a kiss on the lips. You didn’t deserve such a great boyfriend, you’re blessed.
“I love you” you smile wrapping your arms around his waist. The feeling of his arms wrap aroung you made you sigh in content. Smelling the roses that were being held near you.
“I’m so proud of you and how far you’ve come darling, I love you more than you can imagine.. I know my fans can get angsty and I apologize for their behavior.. Just know I’m yours and you’re mine” His lips press against your forehead. Your eyes closing absorbing all the love that was radiating off of him.
Moments like these were the best. He always knew how to make you feel better through the stress. The both of you could barely do anything without getting attacked by the fans. Your actions either being bashed or turned into memes. It was hard being famous sometimes, it had it’s perks but it’s mentally exhausting.
“Can we get drunk and order some pizza?” opening your eyes to a grinning Tom, he loved those kind of nights. Drinking with Tom always lead to some interesting nights. Funny and sexual kind of nights with Netflix and major chilling.
“Hell yes we can, it’s a time to celebrate you made it to fucking number one on the charts!” He raises to bottle up in the air sticking his tongue out. His face making you giggle from how much of a goof he really is.
Walking over to the kitchen together he grabs two glasses from the collection he had. Opening the champagne with a pop Tessa barks loudly taking off towards the bedroom. The two of you laugh at how she reacted as he pours the bubbling liquid into the glasses. Handing you a glass he takes the last one. Tapping the side of it acting like he had a knife, a giggle escaped you.
“To many more celebrations and successful moments we get to share together!” Tom smiles clinking his glass with yours. Taking a sip you hum in satisfaction.
“Let me grab the phone to order the pizza” He says setting his glass down reaching for the land line. Taking a few more sips quickly finishing it, you wanted to get drunk. This bottle isn’t going to finish itself.
Setting the glass down you wrap your arms around Tom’s waist. His hand rubbed circles on your back but stopped when you started kissing his neck. Kissing from the base of his neck to right below his ear. You could hear his breathing getting shaky. A grin made its way to your lips from how you could make him feel.
“Fuck the calories out of me Holland” you whisper pressing a kiss to his jawline. Pulling away you see his mouth slightly ajar. Looking at him you see his eyes get a shade darker making you gulp.
“So fuck you now, then after and again and again.. Got it” Tom’s voice husky as his hands slide down to your waist. Before you could say anything Tom lifts you over his shoulder taking off towards the bedroom.
“Ah! Tom put me down you lil shit!” you shout wiggling in his grasp, earning a slap to your ass.
“Looks like I’m going to hit number one on the charts tonight as well” Tom snickers shooing Tessa out of the room and closing the door.
Tom was definitely already at number one on charts for being an amazing boyfriend,best friend and lover.