his smiles and laughs are so amazing

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 Chris Wood Appreciation Week 2017 

 ↳ Day 7 (25th June) → Free choice - favourite thing about him etc.

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I wanted to do some icons so here they are. I love everything about him, his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his goofiness, and just in general him. So here, enjoy his gorgeous, crafted by the Gods, face. He’s just an amazing human being and I don’t think I’ll ever love another actor as much I do Chris. He really deserves nothing but love and appreciation. I hope we can do another appreciation week in the future. 

Bonus: 

anonymous asked:

there’s this boy who’s got eyes the color of honey and when the light hits them just right you can see the tiniest flakes of blue in them and it’s so beautiful and he’s got this smile oh god his smile it’s as beautiful as clear night skies where you can see all the stars and his laugh oh man when he laughs his eyes shut so tightly and he gives the best hugs i feel so safe and happy when he hugs me just ,,,,, this boy is the living definition of ‘wow’

oh lordy anon ………. beautiful boys are 😱😍 he sounds wonderful and amazing 💓💓💓

norwegian-fox  asked:

Cuddling with Spencer under a fuck ton of blankets and he's being really cute and playful by tugging one of the blankets up to under his eyes (but you can still tell he's smiling) and then you tug it down so you can give him a kiss 😙 He throws the blanket so it covers you and you blindly reach out to tickle him making him wiggle around and he's laughing so hard he's got tears in his eyes WHICH IS TH E ONLY REASON SPENCER SHOULD EVER CRY (unless something touching is happening) 🙏🏽💙💙💙

i swear i first read  “ Cuddling with Spencer after a fuck” AND I WAS LIKE HELL YEAH but this was FUCKING AMAZING EVEN IF IT DIDN’T GO WHERE I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO GO

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turning me on | jeff atkins

anon request: can i request a jeff atkins imagine with #8 and #33? maybe jeff took his girlfriend (reader) to a party with him and you could take it from there. thank you!

8) “you’re turning me on.”

33) “come sit on my lap.”

warnings: fluff, almost smut

a/n: ok but that gif is so hot. FIRST IMAGINE OF MY BBY <3

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off limits | 01 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin, just dirty, dirty sex that my heart can’t take
words: 11,158
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
note. the first of my requests!

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RFA + When They Realize They’re In Love

ohhh, look a headcanon/scenario post! :D this was a whole lot longer than i originally planned, but oh well!! i played around with each of their stories, so i hope you don’t mind <3 <b>you can find JAEHEE, JUMIN and 707′s under the cut! if you have any requests, feel free to shoot them my way. anyway, i hope you enjoy!


RFA + THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY’RE IN LOVE

YOOSUNG

Yoosung thinks he’s sick.

His heart starts palpitating, his palms grow sweaty and he’s so out-of-focus that he’s losing his streak on the LOLOL leadership boards. He downs a cup of coffee, glaring at his bedroom clock, which stared back with a 22:12pm in bright blue lights. It’s way too early to be feeling tired, he thinks.

He sighs, exiting the server and letting the game’s background music blast through his computer’s speakers. He places a hand to his neck, feeling for a warm temperature, only to end up confused as he realizes he’s not even remotely feverish. Worriedly, he calls her up, sure that she would know what’s up with him.

“Hey [Name],” he says, going back to his desk to take another swig of coffee. He joins another server, hoping LOLOL would help calm his nerves. Why was he always so nervous when he was talking with her? He prattles on about his supposed “symptoms” as he patiently waits to be connected to the server.

“Sounds like you’re in love,” she suddenly blurts out. He almost sprays his coffee all over his computer at those words. He can tell she’s joking. She was joking, right? Right? He tries to come up with a reply, but all that comes out of him is a strangled sound. He hears her laughing from the other end. “Ohhh, bulls-eye! Who’s the lucky person? Is it me you’ve fallen for?”

Yoosung’s eyes widen at this, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest and start tap-dancing on his desk. He’s stunned to a silence; his mind is racing, wondering whether or not to confirm her statement. Well, that would certainly explain why he always felt so worked up around her. Before he could even answer her question, he hears her awkward laughter on the other end of the phone.

“Hey, I was kidding! Playing some LOLOL might calm your nerves, but I suggest not staying up too late. It might actually be a fever, after all.” Yoosung manages to quickly blurt out an apology as well as a thank you, before wishing her a good night and ending the call without waiting for her reply. He leans back on his chair, staring at the cream-colored ceiling above him.

It’s when he places both of his hands on his chest and feels the rhythmic thumping of his heart. It’s when he tries to steady his breathing, and when he finally does, he remembers what she said and wheezes. It’s when he realizes that he knows the answer to her earlier question, but he was too shy, too scared to actually answer her. It’s when he makes a promise to tell her, face-to-face and unabashedly, one day. Yoosung’s eyes linger to his desk clock.

It’s at 22:17pm on a LOLOL-filled Tuesday night that he realizes that he’s completely, head-over-heels in love with her.

ZEN

Zen can’t sleep.

He’s lying in bed, positively tired after a day’s work. He knew he did well earlier, yes, but his own self-reassuring thoughts did very little for his nerves. Ever since the whole hacking situation, he’s been on edge during his performances; he can’t help but be upset at himself for not giving his all for his audiences.

Despite being an “egotistical prick”, as Jumin calls it, he was often hit by waves of doubt during these late sleepless nights. His self-reassuring thoughts began to shift into ones of doubt, pushing him to twist and turn in his suddenly uncomfortable bed.

Was he a genuinely good actor? Did people watch his musicals for his talents or for his looks? Would he ever be more than just a handsome face up on the stage? He was jolted back to reality by the sudden ringing of his cellphone. He begrudgingly reached out to view the caller ID: [Name].

Without a second thought, he immediately answers the call. Her cheerful voice was tinged with a hint of her own weariness. He feels his heart begin to swell, savoring the way her voice says his name. “Can’t sleep either?” he says, genuinely happy to find her calling him out of all the other RFA members.

“Yeah,” he hears her say. “I was hoping you were awake. I’m glad I was actually right.” His chest tightens at this, and he can’t help but smile at the thought of her thinking about him at such an hour. He finds a sort of solace in her, thankful for her constant presence amidst all the happenings in his life.

The two converse, and he finds the weight on his shoulders gradually become lighter. His heart is both calm and erratic, and he finds himself laughing together with her, despite being miles apart. When he hears her congratulate him for the show he put on, for being such an amazing actor on-stage, for doing so well, even if he may not believe so, he almost starts crying.

“You’re doing so well, Zen. I’m sure all your fans can agree that you’re doing so much more. I mean that, truly. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here. So is Jaehee and the rest of the RFA,” she says from the other end of the line, and he allows himself to think that she means it. No, he knows she means it; it’s in the way that she speaks to him that he knows she’s saying nothing but the truth.

It’s when she says her good night that he catches himself almost saying it. He purses his lips, blundering out a good night of his own before slamming the END CALL button. It’s when his eyes shoot wide open, and he feels a ditzy smile gracing his lips. It’s when his self-doubting thoughts are replaced by thoughts of her. He brings his pale hands to his hair, and he can’t help but marvel at how much she affects him.

It’s when he catches himself thinking about her in wonder does he realize that he’s crazy about her.

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Who is Chen?

♡ Kim Jongdae

♡ “Chensing machine”

♡ “Dinosaur”

♡ *Screams*

♡ *Screams more*

♡ Jongdae:Just say it.

   Inner jongdae:scream it.

♡ Voice from heaven

♡ Was on King of masked singer a few times and got praised for his voice

♡ Vocal vocal vocal

♡ Has amazing songs

♡ Lil’ something,I’m not okay,Best luck

♡ Wrote “she’s dreaming” which is the most soothing song ever

♡ In a sub-unit called Cbx with xiumin and baekhyun

♡ Beagle

♡ Super weird friends with chanyeol and baekhyun

♡ Chinguline

♡ Kyungsoo + the beagle line

♡ Has the best smile 

♡ His smile can literally melt anyone’s heart

♡ His laugh is so cute but funny

♡ He also screams while he is laughing

♡ “Hehehehahahahehhe”

♡ Or something similar

♡ Looks a lot like an anime or a cartoon character

♡ He’s actually Tadashi Hamada from big hero 6

♡ He is so cute

♡ A soft fluff ball

♡ Loves and protects everyone —> especially the members

♡ A soft baby

♡ has a little look-a-like called Dae Eul who is also famous

♡ Is great with kids

♡ Cause he knows what the kids want

♡ Is married to xiumin

♡ He’s like “his wife”

♡ Xiuchen is important

♡ Must be protected at all costs

♡ Loving married couple

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♡ Chen is also a great dancer

♡ His penguin dance in Ka-Ching!

He was soooo hot

♡ Another member of exo who looks like a god in whatever he wears

♡ Even if he’s just breathing,he looks ethereal

♡ Handsommmeee

♡ His face isn’t appreciated enough

And his arms

♡ Has *cough* nice *cough* abs and *chokes*

♡ He is seriously an angel

♡ I ain’t joking

♡ His smile

♡ The way his lips curl at the end 

♡ His eye-smile

♡ His looks

♡ The way he treats people

♡ His love towards his members

♡ Him with kids

The way he grinds on the cane during artificial love

♡ Kinda speaks japanese

♡ Looks hella good in photo shoots

♡ Curly chen who we all miss

♡ The “170 cm line”

♡ Considered short along with kyungsoo and xiumin

♡ Chen-drop that ft.the rest of exo

♡ #givechenarockalbum2k17

♡ He’s a meme

♡ He is actually a soft bean who wants to protect and love everyone while he’s screaming.P R O T E C T  H I M

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 6)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 717

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

A/N: You’re allowed to come scream to me in my inbox.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Despite feeling a little down by Tony’s cold attitude towards you, you couldn’t help but to smile as Bucky knocked on your door, his face hidden by a large bouquet of flowers.

“W-What?” you gasped out.

He peered from behind them before lowering them, his grin wide and elated. “Wanted to say thanks.”

“Bucky!”

He shoved them forward and into your arms. “We’re kinda late, though, so—”

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Life Imitates Art

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut / Fluff / Angst (?)// Sub(ish)!Jungkook/ Art Student!Jungkook

Warnings:  graphic language/dirty talk, oral, cum play (if that’s what you’ll call it), masturbation, SLIGHT sub/dom dynamic

Word Count: 10.3K (bc I don’t know what pwp is)

Summary: A friendly favor for your crush develops into something truly sinful when you figure out his muse for his exhibition. 

a/n: only lightly edited b/c it’s 1:30 AM HAHA….this wasn’t supposed to be sub!(ish)JK but idk it just worked; still feel like I’m struggling w/ writing steamy dialogue but oh well. Enjoy! More work to hopefully come, slowly but surely. Please send feedback it’d be greatly appreciated!!! 


You grumbled all the way to the art gallery, adamant in your opposition to being dragged there by your roommate.

“Shut up, we’re already here. Are you going to brood the whole time?” Liz glared at you before pushing the glass doors open.

You’d pouted, clearly having lost the battle a long time ago. You settled on folding your arms defensively and letting out one last exasperated sigh. “Fine, but I still don’t know why you brought me here to begin with.”

Liz’s eyebrows shot up at the absurdity of the question, “You haven’t left the house for anything besides work and the occasional run. You’re starting to get boring, where’s fun Y/N?”

Her words only made you pout further because she was completely right-like most of the time despite your inability to admit it to her.

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wanna be your lover

summary:

sebastian and you are co-stars on a press tour. you’re the best of friends, but when sebastian finds something suspicious in your luggage, that may change everything. (based on this request.)

word count: ~6K

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: smut 18+ ONLY (light dom/sub, anal play, dirty talk, dom-ish!seb, etc. it’s filthy.) 

a/n: pls blame google translate on my incorrect romanian. english translations are at the bottom. i don’t know why all of my seb AU’s are dom!seb. i will fix that eventually. anyway, here’s some sex. 

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Good F*ck

SUMMARY - You tell about your frustrations about not ever having good sex to Nat and Wanda and Bucky overhears .

WORDS- 1.8K(approx)

A/N - Taw @supersoldierslover I love you . Thank you so much . 

WARNINGS- cursing , dirty talk, fingering , unprotected sex (just use a fucking condom pls) also very sexual gif of lance tucker below(definitely a warning).

Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

“Fuuuck….” , you groan hitting your head lightly to the coffee table but enough to get your friends Nat and Wanda to notice you .

“What is it now? “Nat asked nonchalantly , used to your sudden outburst of frustration .

“I just…I… I feel empty.” You say looking helplessly at the two of them .
Both their expression changed to one of sympathy .

“Y/N , I understand . I feel that way too sometimes . With the job we have we are….”Wanda starts before you interrupt her .

“Nooo , you don’t understand . That’s not what I am trying to say .I just …” You throw your hands in the air and let out a whine.

“What is Y/N?”  Nat asked a little irritated.

“I just need to be dicked okay . Like fucked so good that I see the fucking stars and pass out . Arghhh!!!!!”

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There is this boy at my school who I think is the most attractive boy in the whole universe. He has tan skin that just seems to maintain its color no matter what time of year it is. His hair is a chocolate curly brown, that he runs his hands through at least 200 times a day. His eyes are a caramel-brownish shade that I truly melt into and am lost for words when ever I look into them. But he also has this laugh that is literally one of a kind, and not in a cute way, its high pitched and almost girly but its still music to my ears and always brings a smile to my face. When he talks to his friends, he always makes the funniest jokes and, when he needs to be, nice/helpful to them.

All my friends say that he isn’t attractive and has no like able qualities, and they just cant understand why I like him. I can never seem to figure out why they don’t think he is attractive or funny, it literally blows my mind.

But to be completely honest, I’ve never even had a conversation with him. Im not even friends with the people he’s friends with. I dont think I will ever be able to work up the courage to talk to him and tell him all the things I love about him.

So he will never know that while his friends are mocking his laugh, I’m falling for it. Or when he is smiling, I want nothing more than to be the one making him smile. Never will he know that when he runs his hands through his hair, its my dream to run mine through it too .

But, he will never know any of these things.

So if you are ever thinking that nobody will ever love you because you haven’t been asked out on a date or a stupid boy in high school hasn’t confessed his undying love for you, don’t think that someone doesn’t think of you as an amazing attractive person.

While you’re sitting in class laughing with your friends, someone may be falling in love with the sound of your laugh(even if its a funny one), or the way your eyes light up when your truly happy, or even the way you run your hands through your hair.

Don’t ever think your not good enough just because some boy/girl hasn’t told you how amazing you are.

Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.

A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X

You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.

Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.

After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.

Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.

“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.

“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”

“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”

“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.

“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”

“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”

“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”

“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.

“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.

“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”

“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.

“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”

“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”

“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”

“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.

“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”

“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”

“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
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“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
***

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

***
That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

Clint's Daughter Part 2

Note: so you guys wanted Clint’s Daughter part 2! i was too excited to hold off on this. feedback is always welcome! part 3? let me know! .c

Part 1

-SMUT WARNING-


You’ve been at the Tower for a few weeks now and you’ve absolutely loved it. You had joined Steve and Sam for their morning runs around 8am. You even spend time in Tony’s lab, watching him work on something you had no knowledge about.

Wanda and Natasha usually take you shopping, saying you needed a lot more than sundresses and band t-shirts to wear while you were here, however long that would be. Other than that, you three go get coffee and have movie nights together.

What you enjoyed most was your time with Bucky.

First, it started out by seeing him in the morning for breakfast after running with Sam and Steve. The men would head for the shower first thing, but you desperately needed food in your system aside from the green protein shakes Steve makes.

After seeing Bucky at breakfast, you’d hang around the tower for a bit, talking with Bucky about his past, good and bad. After three days of that, you and Bucky were basically joined at the hip. You were always together, only unless you were really busy with someone else on the team.

Your Dad took notice between you and Bucky, but never spoke about it. The team also took notice, but have said something about it. Steve was the first to say something to Bucky, which Bucky told you, and you discovered that Nat has walked in on you and Bucky heavily making out more times than you’d like to know.

You and Bucky have been sneaking around your dad lately, you knew he could be protective and you weren’t sure how he’d react if you told him you like Bucky. For the sake of him not having a heart attack, you’d keep the make out sessions to yourself. Bucky understood and he thought it was because of his past, but you assured him it was only because your dad was protective of you towards any guy.


You were just getting back from running and you sighed out, wiping your brow. Your clothes were slightly wet from sweating and you were more than ready for a shower. Nat had gotten you a running outfit, which you told her you didn’t need plenty of times, but she insisted.

It was just a pair of yoga shorts and a matching sports bra. You were nervous about wearing it, but it was actually pretty comfortable. You noticed Steve and Sam would fall behind during your run today and you found it hard to focus when you could hear them talking about your ass.

You walked into the kitchen, dancing to the music playing through your earphones. You shook your hips to the beat, slightly bobbing your head. You danced over to the refrigerator, opening it and grabbing a bottle of water. You gulped it down in record time and capped it when you were done.

You looked through the refrigerator for a little longer, seeing if there was anything you fancied to eat. As you were looking, you were bent down and shaking your ass to the beat. You hummed along to the lyrics and suddenly felt two hands rest on your hips. You let out a screech and turned around, only to be faced with Bucky.

He chuckled deeply and you slapped his chest, pulling out your earphones. “That’s not funny!” You scolded him, frowning. You shifted in your spot as your heart raced. Bucky laughed again and held onto your waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips.

You looked up at Bucky, his blue eyes checking out your new outfit. “This is cute.” Bucky said lowly, his hands moving down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. You giggled and moved his hands away. “I haven’t showered, don’t get so handsy.” You said, moving away from Bucky after shutting the refrigerator. Bucky whined and followed after you.

“So what? Come on, you won’t let me be affectionate around everyone. Just kiss me, Doll.” Bucky pleaded before you could leave the room. You sighed softly, feeling a little guilty for wanting to hide your growing relationship with him. You turned around and faced a rather cute and pouty Bucky.

“Fine.” You giggled, leaning up on your toes to kiss Bucky. He pulled you close, softly moaning into the kiss. You quickly pulled away, relaxing back down on your feet. Bucky gasped softly, whining. “What was that? Kiss me, Y/N, please?” Bucky said, grasping your hands.

You blushed and smiled, rolling your eyes. “Bucky, I need to shower.” You said, slowly backing away from Bucky. He only whined again, tightening his grip on your wrist. “Y/N, plea-” You quickly crashed into Bucky, pressing your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up and set you on the island in the kitchen.

You sighed into the kiss, the cold marble causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Bucky’s hands rest on the skin of your sides and you gently tugged your fingers through his hair. Your tongue met Bucky’s and you twirled them around each other, your lips gently sucking around Bucky’s tongue, something you knew he liked.

Bucky moaned deeply, quickly pulling his tongue away to capture your bottom lip between his teeth. Bucky carefully bit down on your lip, causing a small shiver to shoot through your body. You pulled away to gasp for air, only to feel Bucky’s lips moving across your cheek to your neck. You softly moaned, your legs pulling Bucky closer.

Bucky smirked against you and he playfully nipped at your skin. “Bucky, I need to go now.” You breathlessly said, your eyes closing at the feel of his tongue tracing along your collarbones. Bucky groaned, pulling your hips closer, your legs dangling by his thighs. “You’re gonna kiss me like that and leave?” Bucky questioned, his tone holding a hint of sadness.

You smiled and pushed Bucky away from you. “Bucky, seriously.” You said, laughing when he pulled away from you with another manly whine. Bucky looked down at you, raising his hand up to hold your cheek. “I don’t like being away from you.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes looking into yours. You felt your heart jump. “It’s so crazy. I didn’t plan on falling for you so quickly.” You said, laughing softly.

Your feelings for Bucky were strong and came as a surprise to you. You didn’t have the intention on finding love when you came back here. But every time you saw Bucky, you knew this was the best decision you’ve ever made.

Bucky kissed your nose, making you smile. “I’ve never felt this way before. You were just a little girl, you’ve grown so much. You’re honestly so amazing.” Bucky said, smiling down at you, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. You blushed and looked down at your lap. Bucky’s hand moved to lift your chin up and he placed his lips on yours again.

You kissed him back and felt him pull away just as quickly. “Okay, go shower. I’ll miss you.” Bucky said as he helped you down. You giggled and pecked his cheek before walking away. You heard a soft “damn” come from Bucky’s mouth as your hips moved. You turned to see him checking out your ass and you smirked.

You turned back around and bent over to untie your shoe, just to tie it again. Your ass was on full display to Bucky in your tight yoga shorts and you knew what it would do to him. Bucky growled and came up behind you, giving your ass a slap with his metal hand.

You moaned loudly and stood up straight, rubbing your cheek. “That was rough. I like it. Use it on me tonight?” You asked, looking at Bucky’s shocked expression. “Tonight?” He asked, his eyes wide.

You made a small “mhm” sound before skipping out of the room. You had the very intention on having sex with Bucky tonight and now he has all day to think about it. This would be torture for you, but it would be even worse for Bucky. Or so you thought.


After you showered and dried your hair, you pulled out another outfit Nat bought you. It was a simple low cut top with jeans. You thought your clothes were nice and you liked them, but Nat thought the sundresses were getting old.

With a shrug at your appearance in the mirror, you left to go find Bucky so you could work on your plan to drive the man absolutely nuts for you. This little game you were going to play could end badly or end in your favor.

You swung your door open and gasped when you saw Bucky standing there. You instantly blushed and he took in your outfit with a slight frown. “Hey,” you breathed, “what’s up?” You asked, moving aside so he could step inside your room.

You shut your door behind you and Bucky turned to face you. “Where’s your dress?” Bucky softly asked, his fingers pulling at your top. Your face heated up as his fingers outlined the low cut, slightly moving across your cleavage.

A nervous breath fell from your lips and Bucky smirked. “I’d just torture you even more.” You said, your voice wobbly. Though that was the point you were going to make anyways. Bucky nodded gently, his teeth pulling his bottom lip. “That’s true, but you look so innocent in dresses.” Bucky said, looking into yours eyes. You inhaled shakily, your thoughts running wild.

Bucky bent down to your ear and let his hands hold your waist. “Makes me think of the naughty things you’d let me do to you. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He said with a low voice, causing your mouth to fall open and your panties to quickly become wet. You swallowed nervously and Bucky placed a kiss on your neck, a low chuckle sounding from his throat.

He pulled away and walked over to your closet, a devious smile on his lips. Your face felt hot and you knew he was using his words to turn you on and he was definitely succeeding. You smirked and stepped away from your door. Taking the hem of your top in your hands, you slid it off your body. You took your bra off next, tossing it over to Bucky.

The small action made him turn and his eyes widened as he looked at your exposed skin. Bucky licked his lips. “N-no, I’m trying to pick out a dress.” Bucky whispered, shaking his head as he turned back to your closet. You giggled as he cleared his throat and you knew you had gotten your small amount of payback.

You came up behind Bucky and let your arms wrap around his waist from behind. Bucky was slowly going through your dresses, humming as he would see a nice one he liked. You smiled and peeked around his body, seeing his hands grasp the material of a light blue sundress you had. You felt an intake of breath from Bucky’s abdomen. “I like this.” Bucky said in a low voice, only furthering your arousal.

His voice was definitely sexy and you loved to hear it; something he found out not too long ago. You hummed in response and let your hands travel down his waist, to his thighs and back up. Bucky breathed out heavily and you let your cheek rest against his muscular back. You moved your hands over to his crotch, feeling his hard cock in his pants. You gave it a light squeeze and Bucky groaned, his hands tightening around the material of the dress.

You giggled lowly, rubbing your palm over his cock once more. “Bucky, are you already turned on? Wow, you won’t be able to last until tonight, will you?” You asked in a teasing tone. Bucky took your dress off the hanger and turned towards you. His breathing was heavy and his face was a light red. “Y/N, I will take you right here, right now, if you keep doing that.” Bucky said, using his metal arm to lightly push you backwards.

You smirked up at him, licking your lips slowly as your feet carried you. “And what if I let you?” You shot back, watching Bucky’s eyes check you out. Bucky smirked and bit his lip. “No, no. I won’t give in that easily.” Bucky said, handing you your dress. You sighed softly and took it from him. You slipped off your jeans and Bucky watched you intently, his eyes staring at your panties.

You blushed a little and put on the sundress, hearing a gasp fall from Bucky’s lips as you straightened it out. “Fuck, you look so-” “Innocent?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could muster as you slowly bat your eyelashes. Bucky gasped again, his eyes meeting yours. “God.” Bucky growled, rubbing his lip with his thumb. You smiled and crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up so they’d be more perky.

With a heavy sigh, Bucky walked over to your door and you thought he was about to leave, but instead he locked the doorknob. He faced the door for a moment, completely still and silent. All you could hear was both of your breathing. “Bucky?” You asked a soft voice, unfolding your arms. Bucky turned to you and started to unbuckle his belt.

Your eyes fell to his hands and he slid the belt out of his belt loops, dropping it to your floor. You gasped and looked up at Bucky. “I can’t wait.” Bucky said, walking over to you as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper. Your face burned red and your heart started racing in your chest. “I want you.” Bucky said, closing the distance between you two.

Bucky picked you up and wrapped your arms and legs around him, making you whimper. His hands held onto your thighs under your dress, the mixture between hot and cold making you all the more turned on. You looked at Bucky’s lips and bit yours. “So, Sergeant wants to fuck me now?” You asked innocently, looking into Bucky’s eyes.

He heavily sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. “Doll, you’re fucking killing me.” Bucky rasped, sitting down on your feet and you waited for his next move. “Bend over. You’ve been a naughty girl, Doll.” Bucky said, grabbing your arm and leaning you over his thighs. You gasped and moaned, feeling Bucky’s metal hand rub up the back of your thighs.

You wiggled in your spot and Bucky lifted your dress over your ass, the cool air giving you goosebumps. “Bucky.” You whined, wanting him to get on with it. “Ah ah, what do you call me?” Bucky questioned, his metal hand caressing your ass. You whimpered, digging your hands into his legs. “Sergeant.” You said quietly.

Bucky groaned deeply, his metal hand lifting up only to come down on your ass with a sharp slap. You squealed out, crossing your ankles. “Fu-uuck.” You moaned as your ass cheeks started to sting from the harsh contact. Bucky chuckled and rubbed the area he slapped. “Good Doll.” Bucky praised you, raising his hand again.

You took deep breaths after every slap Bucky gave you to your ass. Bucky was enjoying this just as much as you and you could feel your panties soaking. Bucky’s metal finger rubbed up and down your slit through your panties. “Mm, I want to taste you.” Bucky whispered, using his finger to move your panties to the side. “So pretty.” Bucky said, leaning down to swipe his tongue across your wet pussy.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned, arching your back, your ribs poking against Bucky’s thighs. “I need you.” You whined, feeling  Bucky’s metal hand squeezing your ass. He moaned before helping you to your feet. The pain in your ass caused you to wobble and Bucky held you by your waist, keeping you steady.

Bucky looked into your eyes and you blushed, letting him sit you in his spot on the bed. Bucky got down on his knees in front of you and gripped your ankles. “What do you want, Doll?” Bucky asked, kissing your knee, his eyes on yours. Bucky’s hair framed his face and you let your hand rake through it. “I want your tongue, Sergeant.” You said quietly, seeing Bucky smirk.

Bucky spread your legs and brought your feet up to rest on the edge of the bed. You leaned back, supporting yourself on your hands. Bucky kissed along your inner thigh, his hand moving aside your panties. He looked at your pussy and you tried to close your legs, but Bucky stopped you. “I could die at how pretty it is, don’t hide it from me.” Bucky said lowly, leaning in to press a kiss to your pussy.

You gasped softly, watching Bucky’s tongue dart out to lick along your slit again. He used his flesh fingers to spread your lips open and he sucked on your clit. You moaned, gripping onto his hair. “O-oh my god.” You whimpered as Bucky started to feverishly make out with your pussy. Bucky’s tongue was wet and thick, flicking back and forth against your clit.

Your head was spinning and you moaned out rather loudly when you felt Bucky insert a metal finger into your pussy. Your orgasm was fast approaching and Bucky instantly pulled away with a wet pop and a smirk. “I want you to cum around me.” Bucky rasped, slipping off his jeans and his boxers.

Bucky ripped his shirt off and you smirked at how extra he was being. His muscles were to die for and you bit your lip as your eyes fell to his thick cock. He was leaking a little and you could tell he needed to release quick. You sat up to take off your dress but Bucky grabbed your hands. “Hell no. That’s staying on.” Bucky said, his eyebrows raised. You smiled as Bucky hovered above you.

You felt Bucky’s cock press against your opening and you rolled your hips, whining softly. “Sergeant, please.” You begged, your eyes meeting Bucky’s. He smirked and lifted your dress more, resting his metal hand on your lower abdomen. Bucky started to slide his tip inside of your pussy and you gasped, looking down to watch. Bucky growled and pushed his hips further, his thick cock slowly entering you.

A loud and rather long moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally filled you up. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Bucky choked, his chest heaving up and down. You moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist. Bucky started to move in and out of you, your breasts slightly bouncing in your sundress.

Bucky gasped as he rolled his hips into you, going all the way in and sitting there for a moment. “I’m so deep.” He groaned, feeling himself under his palm on your lower abdomen. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a split second as he pressed down. “Fuck!” You squealed as Bucky started to speed up.

Bucky slammed into you hard and fast, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His metal hand came up to your dress collar, pulling it down so your breasts came out. “Holy fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Bucky moaned, leaning down to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. You moaned, tugging on his hair, feeling his teeth gently graze against your hard nipple.

You leaned in to kiss Bucky’s neck, sinking your teeth into his skin. He groaned and you licked a stripe up to his ear. “You’re so thick, Sergeant. My pussy loves it so much.” You whimpered into his ear, causing Bucky’s hips to jerk. You smirked and Bucky growled, his metal hand squeezing your waist. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Bucky groaned out, his thighs slapping against yours.

You felt Bucky’s thrusts become even faster and you couldn’t hold back anymore. Bucky yelled out a string of curse words as he felt you clench around him. “Doll, you’re close.” He growled, moving his metal hand to your throat. You gasped and held onto his wrist, looking up at his face. It was contorted with pleasure and your eyebrows creased together. “Bucky, I’m-” He nodded quickly. “M-me too.” He choked on a moan, his cock twitching inside of you.

You gasped as you felt him hit your g-spot again and you practically screamed his name, your back arching off the bed as you started to cum around Bucky’s cock. He yelled out, his voice clouding your mind as his hand tightened around your throat. “Y/N! Fuck, yes! Such a good Doll.” Bucky moaned, his hips slamming into yours desperately as he shot his load into you.

A weak moan escaped your lips and Bucky’s thrusts slowed, his sweaty forehead leaning against yours. Bucky’s hands moved to your waist and he slipped out, breathing heavily. You sighed out, a smile forming on your lips. “That was so great.” You said, catching your breath. Bucky hummed in response and pulled you into his body.

Bucky kissed your lips and you smiled, resting your hand on his cheek. “Think we were loud enough?” You asked with a giggle. Bucky laughed along with you and kissed you again. “If nobody knew about us, they definitely do now.” Bucky said, causing you to gasp. You quickly sat up, your eyes wide. Bucky sat up with you, looking at you with worry. “What?” He asked quietly.

“My dad.”

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sourcatsmiles  asked:

"You love me, right?" For Ladynoir

It was not the way he expected it to go down. Which, honestly, was rather impressive because in the past two years of their partnership Chat Noir must have plotted out at least 50 different possible scenarios in which he finally heard the coveted words. 

They had been joking around, legs swinging off the edge of of the parapet and laughing, enjoying the warm breeze. 

“Come on, you can’t tell me that your birthday is this week and not let me get you a present,” Chat whined, “what sort of partner would I be.” 

“The last thing I need for my birthday is a dead rat on my doorstep,” Ladybug teased as she once again failed to do a Jacob’s ladder with her Yo-yo. She scowled down at her weapon and Chat had to bite back a laugh. There was something incredibly endearing about the fact that for all the truly amazing things she had done with the magical item, she couldn’t seem to get the hang of a simple trick. 

“Ah, but you know that I won’t be giving you that, because I don’t know where your doorway is,” Chat grinned, “so your argument against my giving you a gift is invalid.” 

She rolled her eyes, but he could see her fighting back a smile. 

“Come on,” he whispered, dropping his chin onto her shoulder, “I’ll get you anything you want.” 

“Anything?” she asked, twisting her head to look at him and causing their noses to brush together. 

“Cross my heart and swear not to die, because I already promised you I wouldn’t after what happened last month.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twisting into the disapproving pout that had become one of his favorite expressions. Not that he had a lack of those where she was concerned. Still, this particular look of fond annoyance was easily in the top 20. 

“Please?” he cajoled, stretching out the vowels like a hopeful child asking for a new toy. 

She looked away and Chat smiled. If she couldn’t meet his eyes it meant she was caving. 

“If Mayor Bourgeois is allowed to give you a statue, the least I should be allowed to do is get you a birthday present,” he whispered, trying not to fist pump as he saw her bite her lower lip. Victory was almost assured at this point. “Please?” he said again. 

“Anything?” she asked hesitantly. 

“Anything,” he assured her in the same quiet voice while internally he screamed in triumph. In fact he would probably be annoying Plagg later with his obligatory victory dance. 

Ladybug said nothing, continuing to stare out into the night, but Chat had learned patience was the key to these sorts of moods, so he simply waited, his head continuing to lull against her shoulder. 

“Chat?”

“Yes My Lady?”

“You love me right?” 

He felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew she didn’t mean it the way he wanted her to. It was a friendly statement, a joking lead-in to a request that usually meant she was insecure about something. It wasn’t the first time she had said it, but he still couldn’t help but be affected by the words. 

“Of course, to the end of my nine lives and beyond,” he said, his tone light despite the rapid pounding of his heart. 

“And you won’t make fun of me?” she said, with just enough of a tremor in her voice to belie her playful smile. 

“Never. Cat’s honor.” 

She took a deep breath and reached her hand up to pull at the collar of her suit. 

“What are you doing?” Chat squawked his face turning beet red as her fingers slide beneath the fabric and down towards her collar bone. 

She gave him a bemused smirk as she pulled out a carefully folded note, much to Chat’s simultaneous relief and dismay. 

“Never figured you for a prude,” she said tapping him on the nose with the paper. 

“What is so important that you felt the need to carry it around under your suit?” he grumbled, then instantly regretted his outburst when her shoulders hunched slightly. “Is it a picture of me? Admit it you pull it out to stare at it when I am not around.” He gave her his most salacious smirk and she gave him a playful shove, the momentary flash of doubt replaced with amusement. He mentally high fived himself on the nice save. Another thing to brag to Plagg about when they got home. 

“No. It’s a letter.” 

“I assume you are either going to elaborate, or you have decided to pursue a lifelong dream of becoming the world’s greatest calligrapher.” 

“What?”

“Never mind, you never did appreciate my sense of humor.” 

“It’s a letter for my crush.” 

His heart sank. 

“It’s stupid,” she said hurriedly, “it’s not even signed. I don’t know what is wrong with me that I can’t even bring myself to give him an anonymous love letter. I stupidly thought that maybe I would get lucky and could run in to him as Ladybug and maybe then I could…” she trailed off with a miserable laugh that broke his heart far worse than her infatuation with someone else. 

“My Lady-” 

“It’s horrible,” she cried, scooting back just enough so that she could look at him, “seriously, you have no idea how pathetic I have been.” 

“Come on it can’t be that bad.”

“For months I couldn’t even speak a complete sentence in front of him,” she wailed, “much less tell him how I feel!” 

“That’s totally normal.” 

“Oh, it get’s better. Because I wasn’t just content to make a fool of myself. No then I compensated by getting worse! My room is plastered with pictures of him. I have one framed on my nightstand!” 

“You are hardly the first person alive to go overboard about a crush,” Chat said thinking of his own hoard of fangirls that had only increased as he edged closer to adulthood.” 

“I wrote down his schedule on my calendar. In detail! Every time I learned something new, up it would go in big swirly cursive with little hearts and everything.” 

“OK, that’s admittedly a little weirder,” Chat winced, although he was somewhat amused at the image of her dotting little hearts all over the place, “still it could be-” 

“I stole his phone!”

“OK yeah, you’re crazy.”

“I told you. Instead of just confessing to him like a normal person I turned into,” she gestured helplessly at herself, “this.” 

“But at least you admit it,” he said kindly. “and if need be I can get you the name of an excellent therapist.” 

She gave him a weak smile, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a gentle hug. 

“I thought if I could just give him this letter, even if he didn’t know it was from me, then I could… I donnow, not move on exactly but, get better, maybe?” 

She fiddled with the piece of paper in her hand and somehow, seeing her like this- relaxed and vulnerable, and just a little bit insane- made him love her even more. 

Maybe they would never amount to anything. Maybe she would end up with this mystery crush, or the next one. But in that moment Chat knew that he would never regret loving this girl. He would be happy to stay by her side in whatever way she needed him. That would be enough. 

“Do you want me to give it to him for you?” he asked, any regret he might have felt vanishing at the hopeful look that sprang to her eyes. 

“Would you?” 

“Of course Bugaboo. Although, if this turns into some sort of wacky rom-com where he thinks that I am the secret admirer and starts chasing after my dazzling good looks and unparalleled charm, you are not allowed to make it my fault.” 

“Ok,” she laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder with a sigh that he could swear reverberated in his very soul. 

“So who am I delivering this to anyways?” he asked a little shakily carefully plucking the letter from her and slipping into into the pocket of his suit. “Who is this dashing rogue who has turned you into a literal lovesick schoolgirl?” 

“Adrien Agreste,” she confessed with a blush. “I’m in love with Adrien Agreste.” 

It was definitely not how he had expected things to go down. Never in a million years would he have dreamed up this scenario when he finally heard the coveted words- his name on her tongue, her voice saying that she loved him, HIM, of all people. 

It was not what he expected- but damn if it still wasn’t the greatest moment in his life. 



Look who’s back to her 4 word prompts! On to the next one! (Not taking any new ones just finishing up the ones I have.

Blood (Batmom x Damian Wayne)

Originally posted by sixofclovers

Request:Hi! :D a Batmom request where Damian meets Batmom and doesn’t accept her motherly love towards him until some paparazzi commented something about how she feels knowing Damian isn’t her blood son and is Bruce’s blood son. Like Batmom says some inspirational stuff about blood doesn’t define family. I mean, she knows Bruce wasn’t in consent..but I’m sure the press doesn’t know that part of the story.

I totally stole that “family don’t end with blood” from Bobby Singer from Supernatural. Oops.

Tagging: @crazyfangirl1810


You had been dating Bruce for two months before you met his kids. 

It wasn’t on purpose, you’d just been visiting the manor to return Bruce’s coat to him. He’d lent it to you on a cold night on one of your dates.

Tim was on the couch with his laptop, drinking what was probably his 6th cup of coffee that day. Damian was in his room doing God knows what. Dick was visiting and he stood in front of Damian’s door, attempting to get him to play a video game with him.

A very loud “GO AWAY GRAYSON” startled you as you walked through the door. It probably wasn’t a good idea to come here uninvited. 

Alfred had been the one to open the door but he quickly walked off after excusing himself. By the delicious smell that wafted through the manor, you assumed he was cooking.

“Uh, excuse me?” You said timidly. Tim looked up for the first time and he gaped like a fish. If you weren’t so nervous you would have laughed at his face. 

“You… You’re not a slut?” He whispered, but you still heard. You were confused and unsure if you should be insulted. A loud TT startled you and you looked behind you to find a young boy, no older than 13.

You assumed it was Damian and smiled lightly. “Don’t be so quick to assume, Drake.” He said cockily. “She could still be a whore.”

You were flabbergasted at his language and rudeness. Had the 13-year-old son of the most amazing man you’d ever dated just call you a whore? 

You stood there, shocked. An older man who stood beside the boy nervously chuckled. You assumed he was Dick.

“I’m terribly sorry. Damian has.. well, no filter.” He said quickly. You brushed it off, not wanting to make a bad impression. Too late, you thought bitterly.

“It.. It’s okay.” You managed. Dick gave you a dazzling smile and charm radiated off of him. “I’m Dick, this is Damian and Tim,” He said, pointing at respective persons. 

Damian just scoffed. “What are you doing here, harlot?”  

You nearly fell over from shock. This kid seriously had issues.

“I-I’m here for Bruce. I wanted to return his coat.” You lifted it up as proof.

Bruce finally arrived after you stuttered that out. “Apologies, I was in my study.” He rushed toward you. “Y/N, these are my kids.” He smiled.

You stood there shell-shocked for a moment before smiling lightly. “We met.” You say, a bit of an offended tone to your voice.

You seem to remember what you came for and lifted up his coat. “I, uh, brought your coat,” You let out a shy, cute smile. You handed it to him and said your goodbyes quickly, ignoring Damian’s glare as you said goodbye to him.

After that, you made it your mission to get Damian to like you.

You tried everything. You made him breakfast, which he threw into the trash immediately because he “doesn’t like blueberry pancakes”. You tried to get into what he liked, which was swordplay apparently. You studied for weeks, and he had you beaten in seconds. He insulted you and pointed out your flaws. You were embarrassed, but you didn’t give up.

Bruce offered to speak to him about his behavior but you declined. He’d never like you if you had Bruce talk to him.

It had been 3 months after you met and still, nothing changed.

Until one night. You were attending an auction with Bruce and he had brought Damian along.

Bruce had been answering some questions and you were getting desperate for a drink. You walked over to Damian, hopeful. “Hi, Damian.” You greeted brightly. 

He didn’t answer, he just looked away. At least he didn’t call you a harlot.

You didn’t give up. “Come get a drink. Non-alcoholic, of course.” 

He looked back at you, rolling his eyes. “You’re lucky I’m thirsty.”

You nearly jumped for joy but instead smiled and made your way toward the bar. You were interrupted by a reporter. 

“Y/N, you’re dating the Bruce Wayne, aren’t you?” She questioned quickly. You smiled nervously, not prepared. “Yes, I am.” 

“What’s it like? How do you feel about his children?” 

You were growing uncomfortable but answered anyway. “It’s amazing. He is a perfect gentleman. His children are wonderful.” 

Damian was growing annoyed. “Is that all?” He snapped. The reporter looked at him as if she just realized he was there. 

An idea popped into her head and she smiled cockily. “How do you feel about Damian? After all, he isn’t your blood child but he is Bruce’s.” 

Damian nearly started to verbally attack the woman but you answered. “I think of Damian as a son. He might not be my blood, but blood doesn’t make family.” 

You continued, “Family doesn’t end with blood. Family’s got your back, even when it hurts. That’s family. And I consider the Wayne’s to be my family.”

Damian and the reporter looked at you, shocked. Bruce, who was lurking, smiled. You really were perfect.

“Well, I think we should get going.” Bruce smiled at the reporter as he guided you and Damian out of the building.

When you got to the manor Bruce excused himself, leaving you and Damian alone.

You were about to go upstairs when Damian spoke up. “Did you mean that? About family.” 

You turned and smiled at him lightly. “Every word.” 

He nodded, walking away and going up the stairs to his room.

The next morning you were making breakfast, humming along to a song you had in your head. Damian walked toward the kitchen counter and huffed loudly.

You turned your head and smiled. “Good morning, Damian.” His cheeks had a red tint to them and he coughed. “I had a particularly hard training session today. I request blueberry pancakes.” 

You grinned and started cooking.

When they finished, you and Damian sat eating breakfast together. You started to truly feel like a family.

After all, family don’t end with blood.

Home Run (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader)

A/N: This one is gonna be Jeff and the reader preparing for Jeff’s game with a little smut, but the main focus is he ends up asking her to the Winter Dance in a really sweet way.

Warning: Smut, then some really cute fluff at the end.

“Y/N!” Jeff shouted running after you. You turned back and flashed him a bright white smile but kept running. You picked up the pace and ran across the field even faster. You had stolen Jeff’s baseball shirt and he had a game coming up in a few hours.

So now here you were, sprinting around the football field with your (Y/H/C) hair whipping around behind you, being damn near swallowed whole in his baseball shirt.

“Y/N, come back here! I need that shirt!” He yelled. You giggled wildly and turned back, only to see him getting closer and closer. Your eyes widened as you tried to speed up but you heard his footsteps approaching you faster and faster. You felt arms grab your waist and you screamed as he lifted you up and spun you around.

“Caught you, Princess.” He whispered in your ear. You giggled and wriggled around in his grasp. He chuckled and turned you around so you were facing him.

“You gotta give it back now, babe.” He said, still panting from his run. Your breathing matched his and you looked up at him with doe eyes.

“But, Jeff-” You started, but he cut you off with a kiss. You put your hand on his cheek and rubbed soft circles as he pulled you into him. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

“No buts. Now, you know how much I love to see you in my shirts, but the game is in a few hours and I need it to play.” He said. You groaned and backed away from him, unbuttoning the shirt and pulling it off of you. You handed it to him and he sent you a sweet smile.

“Thank you. Now let’s go home so I can get ready.” He said swinging an arm over your shoulders. You leaned into his side and began the long walk back to his car.

~

You laid back on Jeff’s bed tossing a baseball up and down as you waited for him to come out of the shower. You heard the water turn off and you sat up, waiting for him once more. You saw the doorknob turn and time seemed to go in slow motion as he stepped out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Alright, I’m about to get ready, babe.” He said turning towards his closet to grab his uniform.

You hummed in response and stood up slowly before walking over to him. Your arms went around his still damp waist and you rested your forehead on his back. You massaged his abs and slowly made your way to the top of his towel.

“How about we have a little pre-game fun?” You said, sliding your hand under the towel and stroking the soft hairs at the top of his shaft. He groaned and shuddered before grabbing your wrist and pulling it away.

“Come on. I have to get ready.” He said, his voice slightly strained. You turned him around and gave him a sweet smile.

“Jeff, there’s still a good hour and a half before the game. That’s plenty of time.” You said swinging your arms behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He hummed into the kiss and placed his hands on your hips. His tongue swiped over your lips, begging for entry and you nibbled on his lip before parting your lips.

His tongue wrestled with yours as you ran your fingers through his damp hair. You gripped the roots and tugged making him groan against your lips. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

“Still need to get ready?” You asked him, batting your lashes. He growled and pulled his towel off, his erection already springing free. You giggled playfully and pulled off your tank top and skirt, leaving you in your (Y/F/C) bra and underwear.

“Ay, mi princesa. Eres muy muy bella.” He whispered, putting his hands on your hips. You swung your arms around his neck and played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Y eres muy guapo, mi amor.” You whispered back. Jeff’s eyes widened as he stared at you with adoration and shock.

“What? I took Spanish.” You said smirking. Jeff just chuckled and placed his lips back onto yours. You moaned as he bit down on your bottom lip and tugged lightly. He walked you both backwards until your calves hit the edge of the bed and he fell on top of you. He flipped you both over so you were straddling his waist, and you sat up before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, tossing it aside.

Jeff let out a sigh looking up at you and you began to grind your clothed core onto his bare erection. He groaned out and his hands flew to your hips to guide them. He pushed you back and forth, making you slide over his shaft completely. You let out a soft moan when his tip grazed your sensitive bundle of nerves. He opened his eyes and smirked at you before bucking his hips up against yours, applying more pressure.

“Fuck.” You gasped out at the sudden wave of pleasure. Jeff bucked up again and you fell forward, landing chest to chest. You began sucking at his collarbones and he moaned. You moved across his chest, painting it with your little love marks before moving to the sensitive spot under his jawline. He gripped your hips tighter as you nibbled on his favorite spot.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t think I’m gonna make it much longer if you keep doing that. I need you now.” He whispered in your ear. You pulled away from his neck and sat up before climbing off of him, and kicking off your underwear. You walked over to his desk and opened the drawer where he kept his condoms. You pulled out a small gold packet and turned back, only to see him smirking at you with his lip between his teeth. You glanced down and saw him stroking his thick length, moisture instantly forming between your thighs.

You stalked over to him, innocently twirling the small packet in your hand. You knelt in front of him, moving his hand away and replacing it with yours. You placed a gentle kiss to the tip and gave kitten licks to the shaft. Jeff groaned out in pleasure and fisted his sheets. You smirked up at him and slid the condom slowly down his length.

“You just love teasing me, don’t you?” He said, his voice thick with lust. You climbed up on top of him and lined him up with your entrance, before slowly sinking down. You both moaned in harmony as you adjusted to his size. His hands flew to your hips as you started to slowly move up and down.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby.” He groaned out, thrusting up so your hips met. Your hands went to explore his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. His mouth instantly went to your neck, sucking at the sensitive spots before moving downward and sucking marks on your breasts. His lips circled around your nipple and you moaned out his name.

“I’m close. So close.” He strained as he thrust up harder and faster. Your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of him hitting that deep spot inside you. Your body began to shudder and your breathing picked up as you approached your climax.

“J-Jeff, I’m gonna-” Your words cut off by Jeff pushing his lips against yours, making your orgasm pulse through you. You shook against him and soon you felt him twitch inside of you. You ground your hips against his, making his pelvis brush against your still sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Y/N, I’m-” He started, stopping when you leaned forward to nibble on his favorite spot. His hands gripped your hips tighter, sure to leave big hand shaped marks. You felt his erection throb as the waves of his climax crashed over him. You both stilled and you rolled off of him, landing next to his sweaty form. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side.

“Well, now I have to take another shower. You do too.” He said chuckling. You giggled and he placed a kiss on the top of your head before standing up and disposing of the condom. You sighed and stood up along with him before walking into his bathroom and turning on the water. You stepped in and stood under the water, letting it run over you. You felt arms wrap around you and you leaned back into his chest.

“Hey, let’s actually get ready. You do have a game to win, don’t you?” You said. Jeff hummed and placed a kiss on your head.

“I’ll just have to repay you when we come back. I’ve got a surprise for you anyway.” He said grabbing the shampoo and beginning to wash your hair. You wanted to ask but knowing him he wouldn’t budge, so you just mirrored his actions and you both washed each other. You dried off and got redressed, this time in Jeff’s letterman, then left for the game.

~

You found Hannah and Clay in the crowd and went to sit next to them. Tony came up beside you, holding a popcorn and packs of candy.

“Woah, you really hit the jackpot. All that for you?” You asked him. He sent you a smile and looked down.

“No, actually I didn’t buy any of this. This is all for you, from Jeff.” He said, handing you the snacks. Your eyes widened and your lips spread into a smile. You looked over and Clay and Hannah were smiling as well.

“Oh, stop. He just knows I like food. He wants to keep me from starving during his game; although we always go to Rosie’s afterwards.” You said. Clay lifted his hands up in defense and looked away. You furrowed your brows and looked up at Tony, who just did the same. You shrugged and opened a pack of Skittles.

The game started and you saw Jeff go up to bat. You cheered for him and saw him give the umpire a look. He held the signal for timeout and everyone began to mumble in confusion. All of the players came out to the field, holding signs. Someone handed Jeff a microphone and he walked to the middle of the field.

“I know you’re all probably wondering, ‘What the hell is going on?’ But I have an announcement.” He began. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at Tony.

“What is he doing?” You asked him. Tony just smiled at you.

“So, as you all know I have an amazing girlfriend named, Y/F/N Y/L/N. She is smart, and beautiful, and funny, and extremely unique. That ones for you, Clay.” He said with a chuckle. You looked over at Clay to see him with his head in his hands, laughing. Your heart swelled at Jeff’s words and you smiled.

“Now, you all also know that we have a Winter Dance coming up; and if you haven’t figured out where this is going, I’m about to tell you. Y/N, babe? Can you stand up wherever you are?” He said. You handed your popcorn to Tony and stood up, playing with the sleeves of Jeff’s jacket.

“There you are, beautiful. Y/N, I have one question to ask you. Will you do me the honor of accompanying me to this years Winter Formal?” He asked, signaling the other players to hold up their signs. When they were all organized they spelled out, ‘I love you’ in big blue letters. Your hand flew to your mouth and began to form in your eyes. You smiled and moved past Tony to run down the bleachers. You ran towards Jeff and tackled him in a hug.

“Yes I’ll go with you, you idiot. I’m your girlfriend; and I love you too.” You said. Jeff picked you up and spun you around as everyone began to cheer. He put you down and put a hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. All the cheers seemed to fade away in that moment. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes with a smile gracing his lips.

“Hey, Jeff. You hit a home run with me, now go hit another one for the school.” You said. He smiled and nodded before turning back to his spot. You ran back to your spot and sat down next to Tony.

“You used the home run one?” He said with an eyebrow raised. You nodded and stared at your boyfriend in adoration.

“I sure as hell did.”