A/N: I kind of tried to objectify Sam ;)Thanks to @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious for beta. I hope you guys like it. As always feedback is appreciated. ;)
You walked into your and Sam’s shared bedroom only to see your boyfriend lounging on the couch with his laptop still in his lap - probably doing some research - and still dressed in his Fed clothes, except the coat and tie. The white shirt he was wearing showed off his upper body just perfectly, his broad chest looking even broader, biceps egging to be freed from the white cotton shirt and the folded cuffs that gave you a splendid view of his impressive forearms. Your eyes moved towards his lower abdomen only to be mesmerized by how tightly the pants were surrounding his flawless thighs. You were practically drooling over Sam and then the realization hit you that he was all yours, so you started making your way towards him. Sam noticed you and after mumbling a barely audible, “Hi,” his attention was on the laptop again.
You sighed, thinking how indulged he was in his boring research, but you had your ways to distract him.
“Saaa-aaam,” you said in a sing-song voice, then started to pull the laptop away from him.
He let out a chuckle and raised his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner as you straddled his - now free from laptop - lap.
“You don’t give me your attention,” you pouted.
“Oh, Sweetheart, all my attention is yours.” Sam winked.
“Really?” You started tracing your pointer finger on his chest, making invisible patterns. “Let’s play then.”
Just when the words were out of your mouth, Sam snaked his arms around your waist and stood up, his other hand guiding your legs to his waist.
You gasped at the sudden man-handling. “Someone was really into his research few moments ago.”
“And some beautiful woman just distracted him.” He gave a little tug to your earlobe and moved towards the bed.
This is a lot better than researching, you thought.
Being Brock Rumlow’s daughter and flirting with the Winter Soldier and sneaking him goodies when no one’s looking.
••• Requested by Anon •••
Your father had left you with a switchblade and a firearm when he had left you alone in your apartment with the infamous assassin. He had told you not to speak to him or even look in his direction, but your father obviously didn’t know you that well if he actually thought you’d listen to him.
The man - the Winter Soldier your father had called him - was seated in the corner of your living room, completely still, staring straight down the hall at your front door. He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous, but looked as if it hadn’t been washed in days. His eyes were a mesmerizing deep ocean blue that were set in a chilling glare that, were he looking right at you, made you feel like you were standing in the nude in a vicious hailstorm, where every chunk of ice was a frosted dagger cutting down into your skin.
Silence lingered in the air. You felt almost claustrophobic where you sat awkwardly on your couch, waiting for your father to return and take his business elsewhere, but as time ticked by you felt the anxiety leap up into your throat. Jumping up suddenly, you left the gun and your cold coffee mug behind as you made your way over to the fridge. You could feel the Winter Soldier’s eyes on you as you moved around. Grabbing two bars of chocolate from the fridge door, you marched over to him and threw one of the chocolates his way.
He caught it with ease; his mechanical arm darting out to catch it before it hit him square in the face.
“You don’t have a peanut allergy, do you?” You asked to him, hopping onto the table in front of him, obscuring his view of the front door. “Peanuts and chocolate are definitely one of my favourite combinations.”
You crossed your legs and unwrapped your chocolate. He didn’t make a move to eat his, and instead furrowed his brow and met your intense gaze with his own.
“Did you know that there’s a chemical in chocolate called phenethylamine that stimulates the nervous system and triggers the release of pleasurable opium-like compounds known as endorphins? It also occurs whenever someone is in love - gives you a happy, giddy feeling.” You said, biting into your chocolate and wiggling your eyebrows at him in a dopey flirty way.
The Soldier’s eyes left yours for a moment and he slowly unwrapped the chocolate you had given him. A sense of accomplishment consumed you as he lifted the sweet up to his lips and bit off a corner. You almost missed the tiny amused smile he wore as his eyes met yours again.
I bet aph Romano looks fabulous in winged eyeliner like it would just make his eyes look so mesmerizing and he would look just like a Roman god (and Spain probably wouldn’t be able to look away from him for like more than two seconds and he would keep running into the desk at a world meeting and he would keep dropping his papers and getting all flustered)
Warning: SMUT! Please do not read it if you are NOT into it. Thankyouverymuch!
Summary: It is the reader’s first time and Bucky is going easy on her and trying to make her all comfy.
A/N: I was inspired by a fanart that was posted on Tumblr ages ago, I don’t even remember the artist’s name (sorry about that). I guess this piece is loosely based on it. Photo credits - to the owner! Also, this is the first smutty fanfiction I’m posting, so go easy on me guys. I hope you like it and please do drop in your honest comments, would love to know what you think. Cheers.
Bucky’s teeth tugged on his hair-tie as he gathered his errantly behaving hair together and sexily tied it up. Damn, he took your breath away when his teeth tugged at things. His eyes never left yours as he did this. You were unequivocally mesmerized by him and there was no hiding it. He strode towards you and you found yourself cringing in the shadow of his broad shoulders.
“You are so intriguing.” He whispered in your ears, making them tingle and tenderly burn in the process. Your hands went rigid by your sides and you look up into his melted sapphire eyes. They gleamed at you, yearning? And if so, what were they yearning for?
“Why are you so intriguing, Y/N?” he breathed into your ears this time, tantalizing your nerves. Can’t you see that I will melt in this very spot if you do not stop that, you fool? You screamed at him internally.
“How am I supposed to know the answer to that?” You replied back feverishly. He captured your ear between his teeth and nibbled it, you let out a gasp almost instantly and your arms went flying around his neck for support. You flushed a deep scarlet and you could not meet his gaze. You wondered how you would react if he continued this torturously seductive ritual. His lips trailed to your neck and proceeded towards your lips, now beckoning and ready to be kissed. He seized them in one quick motion and let his tongue wander into the wilderness of your mouth. He explored passionately and traced the crevices, making you tingle and longing for more.
You gripped at his chocolate messy ponytail and yanked it free, reconnoitering through his long and luscious hair. Before you realized what you were doing, he made you moan as he grasped your thighs and brought them around his waist. You were straddling him in mid-air and he was losing control. He took long strides as he moved towards your little snowy bed, not leaving your lips unattended for a second and gingerly placed you on it.
His eyes feasted on your flustered state and he ran his hand through his wild mane. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N?”
You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts let alone words as he stared at you, intently. You felt like he was stripping you with his eyes alone! They weren’t wrong about the eye-fucking alright. Soon, he ripped off your purple vest tee and you attempted to unbutton his plaid shirt. He smelled like the fresh winter and forest mixed together and you inched closer to him, pressing your face down in the crook of his neck. Finally, he was not wearing that shirt anymore and the rest of his clothing followed. Now, it was your turn to ogle.
He was not very patient after that as his lips came thundering down to meet yours almost immediately. He even slid you out of your pyjamas and you did not even notice that! You moulded yourself to him and intertwined your hand in his hair for dear life. You could feel his nakedness on you as he pinned you on your back to your bed. He wasted no time as he unstrapped your bra, your breasts quivered under his primal gaze. Slowly, he blew on your right breast, teasing the nipple and finally taking it into his mouth. You were gasping for good old oxygen and found none. You were partly afraid that you would rip out his hair as you tugged at it penetratingly. Before you knew what, you were doing, you let out a loud cry of ecstasy.
She was sprawled, naked and sexy. My eyes gorged on her exquisite breasts, I just had to take one in my mouth and see how she tasted. Divinity did not even come close to this magnificent creature I held tightly in my arms. I stripped her off her useless clothes and managed to pull off her pants as well. I could feel my erection, hard and wanton. I had to go easy on her. She looked so fragile and tiny. And damn her cunt, it was tight and fucking perfect.
I saw no reason to rush the provocative ritual and focused on making her feel comfortable. I coaxed her breasts with my tongue, making her wet and ready for me, attending to her flawlessly narrow hips, stroking and licking along the way. I could do this, slow and steady and I knew I could do all of this for a beautiful woman like Y/N. Her eyes were glazed with a carnal passion which matched mine and that pleased me immensely. Knowing that I am the cause of it, I smirked as she responded to my tongue so honestly. Her orgasmic reactions were making me come.
I had to do something to make her feel at ease. I knew what I had to do, I slid my forefinger into her, circling her clit. She immediately responded with pleasurable gasps. She arched her back, bucking her hips to my finger and I kissed her wherever my lips found flesh. I fucked her with my finger and she moved gracefully like the strings of a violin to the bow. She moaned my name into my ears, biting and wanting more.
“You are so tight, baby. Unwind, for me.” I soothed her with my best sugar-coated voice. And then I timed it effortlessly and slipped my hard cock into her as her tightness welcomed me. She started to feel the rhythm and I seized the opportunity and thrust into the softness between her thighs.
“Oh, my god, Y/N, you feel so damn good,” I grunted loudly. I had to grind into her to find a way to her sweet spot. Damn, she was a beautiful puzzle I wanted to solve, tonight. I was worried because she wasn’t saying anything, what if she was hurting? She cried out in pain as her nails dug into my back, pleading and craving for more, at the same time. I plunged into her, not having stopped for a minute and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“Come for me, baby. I groaned as I gave her my everything. “Bucky, I love you. Oh, my Bucky, Oh for the love of…” She loved the feeling of me inside her. This was the only way I could show her my love and she was so fucking perfect, meeting me, thrust for thrust until my seed spilled into her as her inner thighs dripped with my mark. I retired into the crook of her slender neck, breathless and content. She was all mine.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, struggling to catch my breath. Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded at me. What was I going to do with this beautiful and patient woman! I placed a soft kiss on her plump lips and held her close, never wanting to let go even for a second.
“Why didn’t you tell me that it was your first time?” I implored as I shifted my weight onto my arms, playing with the loose strands of her long hair.
“I was ashamed, sorry.” Her cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson, glorifying her after-sex radiance.
“After tonight, I think it is safe to say that you have nothing to be ashamed of.” I winked at her and she responded with that deliberate shyness of hers. I carried her to the bathroom and decided to clean up the little mess I put her in. She was gleefully nestled into my neck and I had to say that I was getting used to this. I finally felt like I was home.
Spain’s midfielder Thiago Alcantara looks on during a press conference at Loro Borici stadium in Shkoder on October 8, 2016 to on the eve of the FIFA World Cup 2018 qualifying football match Albania vs Spain.
Yes, I know this is really late. (you know, I do cover first kiss, reveal, and proposal in this though, soooo does that count as being ahead?) Apparently it takes me a week to finish a one-shot. But hey, I think I actually managed to write some fluff for once so I’m happy.
She watched as he tugged a pretty lady into the bakery, a smile lighting up his entire face and making his eyes shine, his hair tousled from the summer breeze. Marinette was mesmerized by that smile, by those eyes, by the golden glint of his hair. The boy looked like a drop of sunlight that had landed on Earth and was delighted by the people who lived there.
The pretty lady that must’ve been the boy’s mom struck up a conversation with her own mom, talking about needing things for something called a gala. The boy wandered from his mom’s side, gawking at the few handcrafted pastries displayed at his eye level. He stopped by a cake that had been baked and frosted to look like a cat and pressed his small hands against the glass. Marinette left her spot from behind the counter and tapped the boy on the shoulder.
• scott hoying
— he can sing these crazy riffs
— his jawline omfg
— he’s actually a 6'3 ft five year old child
— an actual, real life noodle
• kirstie maldonado
— she literally looks good in every single hair color/style
— she’s an angel
— she’s the sweetest and cutest human being to ever grace planet earth
— an actual, real life disney princess
• mitch grassi
— he is a pure diva
— his high-notes and just his singing voice in general omfg
— his spunky, sassy attitude
— an actual, real life queen/boy princess
• avi kaplan
— his mesmerizing green eyes
— his deep, low voice (the type that makes the girls want to bear his child and turn all the boys gay)
— he is genuine and sensitive
— an actual, real life dork and bbq-loving dragon
• kevin olusola
— he’s the most intelligent human being ever (speaks fluent mandarin, went to yale, and he can beatbox like it’s nobody’s business)
— his contagious laughs
— he’s swole
— an actual, real life perfect human being
His hand grabs the waves of her hair and he tugs her closer, breathes against her lips but not quite touching. His eyes are mesmerizing and deep enough to drown. She feels dizzy and lightheaded, almost dazed.
His smile reminds her of a hounded animal - sharp at the edges, the peaks of his pearly white teeth glimmering in the red shadows of the candle. He looks dangerous. Wild.
“You will be brutal. You will be invincible.”
When he reaches out to trace the sharp edged bone of her shoulder down to her collarbone, something inside of her lapses.
This was requested by Anon:
Chuck and “You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you.”
Word count: 248
Chuck knew there was something special about you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Every time you walked into the same room he was in, his eyes would quickly find you. He was mesmerized by you. It was only a matter of time before the two of you started dating.
Chuck walked into your room, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you staring at yourself in the mirror [Y/N],” Chuck wondered as he padded up to you.
“I don’t like how I look,” you mumbled, frowning at yourself in the full length mirror. “How can you love me when I look like this?” You had curves and you always thought of yourself as less for having them. However, Chuck didn’t see it that way.
“I suppose you’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you [Y/N],” Chuck stated with a small smile. “I don’t see your flaws. I see that wonderful soul and the beauty that is before me. I don’t made mistakes.” Chuck pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I wish you would realize how beautiful you are.”
“You’re so sweet,” you hummed, turning around to face Chuck. “I feel like I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you.”
“Oh but you do,” Chuck assured you.
Later that day, Chuck showed you how much he loved you by kissing all the “flaws” you had pointed out. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he adored you, regardless of your flaws.