Something just hit me, and I don’t know if someone already said this or if i’m reaching..
But when we watch the trailer as it is, reversed.. Even doesn’t get hurt and fall down on the floor bleeding, he IS hurt but he stands up again. None of them are actually falling, but instead they are getting back up.
And all of them getting back up is somehow connected to Sana (who we know is so aware and observant of everything)..
Victor is naked. On top of the Empire State Building.
“Victor,” Yuuri says, horrified. “Get down from there!”
“Is this better than Chihoko, Yuuri?” Victor demands, twisting every which way to try and get to the construction platform that leads to the very tippy top. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by how terribly naked he is, despite it being socially unacceptable and also being fifty degrees outside, with winds reaching twenty miles per hour.
Or if he is, he simply doesn’t care. He’s long dismissed the security guards calling out to him, too.
“Who’s Chihoko?” Yuuri asks, exasperated. “Never mind, come on. Victor. You have a meeting with—”
“Oh, and I bet Chihoko was never late for meetings when you booked them for her, too, yeah? Just like Chihoko probably took you here to the—oh, fuck!”
Yuuri watches as Victor slips on a metal covering, falls. It’s as if it’s happening in slow motion. Yuuri can only watch in horror, but at the last second, he wills his feet to move and suddenly he’s bolting forward, arms outstretched.
“Oof.“ Victor lands in Yuuri’s arms. He huffs and ducks his head into Yuuri’s neck, speaking into it. Yuuri shudders, from the cold or from the way Victor’s lips brush against his skin or from the way Victor’s everything brushes against his arms—Yuuri doesn’t know.
Author’s Notes: Thank you @mamapeterson for the advice and being my always awesome beta. I wrote this because my brain needed a break from the plot driven piece I’m working on, so I hope you guys enjoy some gratuitous smut. Let’s just put it out there that this is going to be one seriously cold shower by they time they’re done, I know that. Suspend your disbelief and pretend it’s a never ending hot shower. :-)
“Take. It. Off.” Jughead demanded, prepared to tackle me.
“And if I don’t?” I giggled, fixing my hair so it’ll look well with his beanie. I heard him growl under his breath before he came at me. He tackled me on my bed, pinning my arms down, the beanie falling down to my floor. “Now that’s not far!” I said, struggling against his restraints.
“It’s not fair that you took my beanie.” He said, blue eyes staring into my E/C eyes. I leaned up and kissed him, diverting his attention, and flipped us over so I was on top. “Talk about ‘not fair’.”
“You started it,” I said, giggling. “And I’m gonna finish it.” I attack his sides with my hands, tickling him.
“That’s it!” He grabbed my wrist flipping us over yet again, by now both of us are on the edge of the bed, close to falling off. “I banish you from this bed.”
“You can’t kick me out! This is my bed!”
“Watch me,” he started tickling me, from my laughing and fighting him off, I slide off the bed and let out a little yelp.
“Jughead!” I yelled, he gripped onto my arms, and lowered me down to the floor slowly.
The panicked look on his face changed as he cracked a smile. “I kicked you off, didn’t I?”
“You butt!” I said, grabbing his beanie and throwing it at his chest, he brust out laughing, falling back into the bed.
Once his laughter died down, I speak up. “You know, the floor is a lot more comfortable, especially without you attacking me.”
“Then maybe I should come down there?”
“No! Stay up there, I’m enjoying my banishment.”
He chuckled, “I love you Y/N,” he peaked over my bed, looking down at me.
Dick once accidentally sucked up Tim’s iPad charger with the vacuum.
Damian once intentionally attacked Tim with the vacuum. They ended up having to cut his hair just to set him loose and Tim was not happy.
When told to clean his room, Jason would, without fail, stuff everything into the closet and drawers… only to be busted by Alfred.
Cass tends to do the same thing at her place, but more because she genuinely thinks she’s cleaning? Alfred is appalled when he opens a closet door and Literally Everything pours out.
Damian and Tim once had a “Windex fight”.
Dick is really bad for not pointing the nozzle in the right direction when dusting or cleaning, and has sprayed himself in the eye many, many times.
Jason once mopped the kitchen and forgot to tell anyone… so Bruce came back from patrol and slipped, falling face-down on the floor. When confronted, Jason shrugged and said that if Bruce had let him go on patrol “this wouldn’t have been a problem”.
There is an ongoing competition to see who can scare Damian while he’s cleaning and wearing his headphones the most. Dick is currently winning with 7 confirmed scares.
Eight-year-old Dick being made to do the occasional chore (at the behest of Bruce, “to teach him the values of diligence and hard work”) and singing “It’s The Hard-knock Life” from Annie just to piss of Alfred and Bruce. It works.
Dick fell out of a window once when he was cleaning one of the top floor windows. Tried to do it again because he claimed it was “good practice”.
Steph is forbidden from cleaning or touching anything in Wayne Manor after breaking a rare, antique vase that cost $1.2 million. She’s allowed to sit on the couch though.
Babs definitely stress cleans. Like, everything in sight. Don’t leave your stuff out when Babs gets really stressed because she will probably throw it away.
Dick dances and sings while he cleans, which means it takes him much longer and gets on everyone’s nerves because it’s usually cheesy pop or 80′s tunes.
Bruce once took it upon himself to clean his own shower and Alfred found him laying on the bathroom floor, barely conscious, a strong fume permeating the room:
Alfred: *coughing through the fumes* Master Bruce! What on earth is— is that fear toxin?! Laughing gas?
Bruce: No… *weakly points to a spray container* I used too much… Cillit Bang….
Alfred: *slowly stands and leaves the room without another word*
It slips out. Quiet and rushed, the words forming and letting loose before she can think anything other than please say yes. Kara freezes, noodles halfway to her mouth as she looks between them, and Lena almost takes them back.
(They’ve been doing this- meetings under the guise of interviews, the latest on L-Corp- for weeks.
Somewhere, between hands brushing just so as they pass food back and forth, it’s become featherlight kisses on the corner of her mouth when Kara leaves, promises to call when the other is free and texting whenever they can.
Somewhere, Kara has went from her only friend in National City to something. Something that makes her heart race with possibility and ache with the thought of its loss if she pushes.)
in Prague with a friend this week and I put this on schedule so lets hope it
Requested to use the line “because I love you, that’s why.” Be aware this has a
trigger warning, so think twice before reading. Also, I would love to hear
feedback on this because I am honestly so fucking nervous.
Hearing someone you love cry, is probably the worst
feeling ever. The worst kind of pain I’ve ever experienced. I felt her pain.
Deep in my chest. In every fibre of my body. With every dense heart beat. I
felt it. Hearing her desperate sore cries from the other side of the door, it
killed me inside. Left me numb and frozen.
Warnings: SMUT. Threesomes, filth, oral sex (MR), sloppy seconds, Bucky and Steve being kinky fuckers, dirty talk, lots of pet names, unprotected sex (this is fantasy, y’all know you have to use protection), lots of manhandling, literally Steve and Bucky passing you around like a rag doll (because that’s my jam).
Summay: A sort of domestic life with Jimin that’s a mix of fluff and smut. (warning: contains Asphyxiation and a little Dirty Talk)
Rating: M (Smut)
You pouted as you stared outside the window, it was completely white outside. You used a sweater covered palm to swipe at the thick condensation that coated your view. But it was no use, you still couldn’t see anything. No cars, no people just the faint street lights in the distance but even they seemed a bit dim and blurry compared to normal nights. You sighed quietly to yourself, already dreading all the snow you’d have to tread through on your morning commute to work the next day.
You tore yourself away from the window, watching as your boyfriend quirk an eyebrow at you. You smiled to him sheepishly, sliding down from your seat on the windowsill perch to the floor. You scooted your way closer to him, picking up the discarded papers you left all over the floor.
“You were the one who called me over to help…” he began mumbling, a cute small pout forming on his lips. “But you’re making me do all the work!” he whined throwing his arms up in exasperation before crossing them over his chest.
Request: clay jensen smut where you’ve been teasing him all day at school w little touches and whispers that when you two are home later he can’t take it anymore.
A/N: First smut I’ve ever written so I hope it’s good! Decided to change locations a little bit, but it’s still the same idea J. Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Oops, this got longer than expected… oh well.)
Warnings: smut, swearing
Word count: 1410
It was a few weeks after you and Clay had your first time together. It went pretty well but it had hurt a little for you. Clay felt so bad about hurting you that you hadn’t had sex again. But you were determined to change that. You had longed for Clay to have sex with you again, but you were too afraid to initiate it or ask for it.
Today was your weekly jog session together and you picked out a sexy sports outfit; short pink shorts, a pink sports bra and a see-through white top. You had it hanging in your closet for some time and you were too shy to actually wear it. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
You heard the doorbell ring and knew it was Clay. You quickly put your hair into a messy bun and ran downstairs to open the door.
“Hey, babe, ready to go?” Clay asked as he was checking his watch. He lifted his head to look at you and his mouth fell open a bit.
“I’m ready,” you smiled happily and closed the door behind you. “Shall we?”
Summary:- You are in NXT and have been training extra hard. One night, you accidentally let ‘daddy’ slip while Seth is playfully tickling you. You get up and run away, going into the showers - but Seth follows you in there.
He had been watching the two of you for a long time, the way you looked at each other, the way you talked to each other. He remembered at the beginning of the relationship, when he would the two of you just smile at each other and whisper things in each other’s ears so nobody else in the room would be able to hear what you guys were talking about.
He remembered the feeling in his stomach as he watched it, knowing that something about it was just wrong. There was the twisting of his stomach, and the bile rising in his throat as he watched the interactions between the two of you. But he pushed those feelings aside because he saw how happy you were, and as long as you were happy it didn’t matter what happened to him at all.
Now when he looked at the two of you, he took in how you kept your distance away from each other, he noticed how Jungkook always talked to other girls, and when you weren’t around he even went as far as to flirt with them and ask for a couple of their numbers. Jimin knew what Jungkook was doing behind your back, and for some reason he couldn’t find the courage to tell you.
A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.
[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]
Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to
music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for
Bucky to come back from the meeting .
2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on
different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks
since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two
weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still
remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their
“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be
There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself ,
but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came ,
you’d cum harder than ever .
But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t
do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to
have a little fun of yours .
You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching
lingerie that you knew both of them liked .
It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy
and innocent at the same time.
You stood in front of
the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand ,
your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the
group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing
wouldn’t hurt .