oh wow here’s the trash can let me go dive straight into it...
Okay, I gotta ask this, because I want to know who else is sharing this trash dumpster can ride into Hell. Who else had some Seriously Inappropriate Thoughts™ when Prince Adam (Dan Stevens) in human form suddenly growled like the Beast near the end of the new live action movie?
Request: Hey doll 💗 It’s my bday today and I wanted to make myself a
present hahaha. I hoped you could do an imagine for me with Steve, cause I had
a lovely dream last night :) Steve wakes up and hears you’re in the shower and
can see glimpses of you through the opened door. At a point he can’t stand it
any longer and joins you in the shower, where you end up having passionate
shower-sex? :) I hope you’re okay with this 😘😘 -Anonymous
Pure smut with a little bit of cute fluff at the end, but mostly just
dirty and all the way sinful, unprotected shower-sex smut. Prepare.
my god, I have ever written an oneshot this smutty. This caused me a huge overdose
of smut, so please enjoy -this is the last one you are going to get for a while,
lol. I really need to get back to the innocent fluffiness, before Lucifer
himself is coming to drag me down to hell.
Gif’s not mine.
Steve woke up to
the sound of the running water, and turned around to see that you had already
got up, even if the sun had barely raised. The two of you had decided to share
a hotel room after a mission, since you were way too tired to get back to the
Avengers Tower after the job was done last night.
Frowning, he glanced
towards the slightly open bathroom door –just in time to see you coming out of
the shower, water glistening on your skin and your hair on a messy bun at the
top of your head. He knew that he was supposed to turn his head away from you,
but he couldn’t –not when you looked like that. You crouched towards the floor
and rubbed your legs with a white, fluffy hotel towel, before getting back up,
running it along the curve of your hips and your lower back.
rubbing his face with his hand. The night in the same bed with you, listening
your soft sighs and chuckles and the feeling of your skin against his as you
crawled into his arms -even that was hard for him to handle. -But the sight of you
without any clothes on, dripping water, your hair messy and your cheeks
slightly blushed -it was way too much for Steve. He rubbed his hair, before
jumping off the bed and walked across the room to the door of the bathroom. Taking
a deep sigh he knocked it sharply twice, making you frown slightly.
You wrapped the towel
around your body, before giving Steve a permission to come in with a soft hum.
chuckled, letting your moist hair fell down before flashing Steve a smile as he
pushed the door open. “I’m sorry if I woke-“
Your sentence was
cut short as Steve rushed to you, grabbed your face between his hands and
pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened from surprise, but it didn’t
took long until you were pure wax under his soft and gentle touches. You lifted
your hand to his bare chest and felt his heart beating like a drum, as your
other one caressed his cheek and neck gently.
“Steve,“ you breathed
out as you broke the kiss, your heart beating and your lips slightly swollen.
He shook his head,
stepping further from you. “I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have-“,
You nipped your
bottom lip between your teeth, taking a deep breath, before stepping closer to
him, your hand traveling to the hem of your towel. “But do you want to?”
“Yes,” he breathed
out, his eyes running down your body and back to your eyes. “More than
“Me too,” you
whispered, dropping your towel to the floor before crashing your lips against
his for demanding and heated kiss –nothing like the one before. He ran his fingers
teasingly along the curve of your body, as you tangled your fingers into his
hair. A soft moan escaped your lips as your lips kept moving in sync with eager
rhythm that Steve made even deeper by sliding his tongue into your mouth.
Grabbing the hem of
his t-shirt into your hands you pulled it over his head, smiling to the sight
of the tensed muscles of his chest and stomach, before taking his hand in yours
and pulling him to the shower cubicle after you.
“I was thinking
about the ordinary bed sex, but doll,” Steve chuckled, pushing you against the
wall of the shower, his blue eyes deep from lust and his lips turned into a
wide smirk, “this is so much better.”
A soft moan
escaped your lips as the warm water hit your skin, right at the same time as
Steve started to kiss your neck demandingly, sucking and tingling your delicate
skin. Chuckling, he locked your hands above your head, as his free hand moved
down your body –all the way down to your arching clit.
gasped, amazed by the sudden contact and pressed your eyes shut as he started
to rub your clit with perfectly satisfying movements, making you writhe against
his wet body as your moans got louder and his movements more demanding.
“Able to stand by
yourself?” he chuckled, his voice deeper than usually, his teeth nipping your
earlobe as you moaned desperately for an answer.
Steve kneeled in
front of you, widening your legs, before pressing his tongue straight to your tender
clit, making you scream his name and pull his hair as he started to draw
circles with his strong tongue, his fingers moving to tease your entrance.
you whined, trying desperately gasp for air as you were getting closer and
closer to your orgasm, overwhelming waves of satisfaction rushing through your
body over and over again as he kept moving his tongue and fingers. “Captain
“Gosh, you sound
so sexy,” Steve moaned, sliding a finger inside of you –causing another, deep
and harsh rush of satisfaction ran through your body.
started to move his finger inside of you, curling it and pushing it in and out,
while his soft lips kept working on your clit.
“Come on doll, let
me hear you scream my name,” he encouraged, making you scream his as you came hard under his touch.
Steve got up from
the floor, pressing soft and gentle kisses to your skin on his way up, before turning
you around, your back pressed against his chest. He moved his lips to kiss your
neck gently before starting to push inside of you carefully.
“Oh- s-shit Steve,”
you let out a gasp, taking support from the glass of the cubicle, as you felt
him –and pure satisfaction filling you up.
“Are you doing
okay, doll?” he frowned, his fingers moving your hair to the other side of your
head. “I don’t want to hurt you-“
“No, I-I’m okay, I
just-,“ you breathed out, starting to realize that all the teasing of the
other Avengers truly had been true –the serum didn’t just made some part of him
bigger. “Move, please.“
softly, curse words escaping his own lips as he started to move carefully inside
of you, making you moan loudly.
It didn’t take
long until he came inside of you with a loud, desperate shout of your name, making
you cross your own line as you collapsed to his arms, panting hard, yet
satisfied smile on both of your lips.
“That might have
been the best birthday gift I have ever gotten,” you let out a soft laughter,
after Steve had carried you to the bed and wrapped you into the warm and soft
“Will you hate me
forever, if I admit that I totally forgot?” he frowned slightly, nipping his
bottom lip between his teeth as he was trying his best to make a braid of your
wet hair –with weak success.
“Yep,” you nodded
your head, before bursting into bubbling laugh that made his heart flutter. “No,
I couldn’t ever hate you, Steve.”
“Good to hear,” he chuckled, bright smile on his lips before leaning closer to you to kiss you deeply. “Happy birthday, doll.”
Reminder about the english exam to jc students !! Its the little things that will make a difference and let you have a fairly stress-free exam.
Make sure you have plenty of water, a healthy breakfast, a few pens in case one runs out, a pencil, a rubber, a deathly pact with satan himself which requires you to give up your soul, a ruler to underline quotes or a highlighter,
“I want my subs at the wall cheering them on, but if you trip up a referee, I will cut you.”
“Watch me beam with pride. It’s not your job to take care of yourself anymore.”
Wymack sliced a hand across his throat and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Neil hoped he was right in translating it as “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Do you have any idea how much I hate coming home and finding you in my apartment?”
Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes. His decision to turn the Foxhole Court into a halfway house of sorts was nice in theory, but it meant his players were fractured isolationists who couldn’t get along long enough to get through a game.
“Are you done wasting my oxygen yet?”
“Kevin, wake that dingbat without getting punched in the face.”
“You have five seconds to get your retarded psycho ass to my apartment! You even think about telling me no and I swear to god I’ll throw Kevin’s contract down the garbage disposal.”
“Your opinion has been noted and dismissed,” Wymack said. “Anything else, or are you going to start signing stuff?”
“I am going to drop you off at the dorm and spend the rest of the day drinking. Damage control can wait until tomorrow.”
“Kevin, you’re out if your hand so much as itches. Don’t be stupid tonight.”
“Coach Wymack was the only one I could think of turning to, and he didn’t disappoint me.”
Wymack snapped his fingers in front of Andrew’s face, trying to get Andrew to look at him instead of Neil.
“Damn it all to hell. Hemmick! You were supposed to wake them up ten miles ago.”
“Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It’s about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than anyone else wanted to give you.”
“We saw their files,” Wymack said. “We chose you.”
“Breaking news: I don’t care.”
Neil wasn’t quite ready to face Andrew yet and he didn’t want to deal with this teammate’s curiosity over his prolonged absence, so he went to Wymack’s apartment instead.
“When I said Abby and I would look out for you, I didn’t mean you should pick a fight with Riko on national television,” Wymack said. “Should I have spelled that out beforehand?”
and my personal favorite for last
“God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can’t have nice things.”