Don’t imagine dark being hella sexy when he lose up his tie , don’t imagine dark taking control over mark with out permission just to see you , don’t imagine dark doing the neck thing just to tease you , don’t imagine him taking you to the places you DON’T wanna go to , don’t imagine dark rolling up his sleeves for you to see his full arm , don’t imagine dark choosing over the millions of suits he has but to you they all look the same , don’t imagine dark’s eyes turning blood red demon when he sees someone else talking to you , don’t imagine him getting jealous when you Fangirl over anti , don’t imagine him hugging you and whispering with his hot breath to your ears
Your breath hitches in your throat as his hot breath tickles your arm like a warning signal. You tilt your arm, pouring his dark, unsweetened coffee from the steaming pot in your grip before sliding the mug towards him.
“Not today, Al.” You grumble,straightening out your pink cotton dress. Hearing a familiar ding from the back, you instinctively reach out and take the scaldingly hot plate of poached eggs on toast that had once been resting on the counter behind you.
“The usual?” You say, setting the dish gently in front of him.
“Thanks, love.” Al says, grabbing some silverware from the metal container beside him and digging in.
Sighing, you grabbed a dish rag from below the counter and made your way over to the tables by the windows, their surfaces in desperate need for cleaning.
When you thought of your “gap year”, you didn’t think it would involve waiting tables and getting hit on by middle-aged, horny men- but that’s exactly what it was turning out to be. Long hours of wearing uncomfortable push-up bras the management had forced upon you and these ghastly roller-blading shoes that made you feel like you were at least 5.
“It creates that endearing 1950′s vibe.” The manager had said, handing over your uniform with a forced, teeth-grinding smile.
You smiled at the memory, shaking your head as you took a quick look at the diner around you. This diner was hardly endearing-tears in the old, “vintage” wallpaper, paint chips in all the mugs and glasses, and worst-of all, the broken set of airconditioning that dripped water every time you glided past. A look that quite have possibly died in the 1950′s itself.
Swiping some bagel crumbs off the table, you realised that there was no point in your consistent complaining. Even if working at this diner was as close to hell as you would get- it did give you good pay. Backpacking across Europe would cost an arm and a leg- but with this job, there was at least a sliver of a chance you would be able to fulfill your dreams in one whole piece.
Smiling a little to yourself as the inner child in you dreamt of all the best places you would see, you were about to drag your tired legs back to the counter when the chimes on the front door signal you to someone’s entrance.
A new female character. She’s hot, funny, smart, cool, a fanboi’s dream. She and Poe obviously have history. They are at ease with one another, hug a lot, have inside jokes, each other, the fanbois are appeased. It seems like Poe is indeed a hetero dude™.
Meanwhile, Finn eyes the both of them with what an observant audience member easily identifies as jealousy. Somewhere in the second half of the movie he approaches hot new female character and says something like ‘Yeah, I’m really happy for Poe and you. He’s a really nice dude and deserves someone as hot, funny, smart and cool as you.’ He turns to leave. The fanbois rejoice. The gay has been defeated.
Then we hear her answer: “Waaaaat, no buddy, Poe is gay as shit.”
The dudebros stop breathing.
“And I also think he has the hots for you”
Some start whimpering silently.
“And btw, I’m a lesbian.”
Dead silence in the movie theatre. There is no hope left for the dudebros. It has been crushed by the merciless gay agenda. Somewhere in the distance Rey whoops Kylo’s emo ass into the next galaxy.
Jack has a bay window in his apartment. Bitty’s found him cushions to put on it, and sometimes in the morning when Jack’s gone for a run Bitty will peel himself out of bed and bring a cup of coffee to the window. He sits on the cushions and loses himself staring across the Providence skyline.
This morning, he’s so lost in the view – distant mist and indistinct buildings – that he doesn’t even hear the apartment door open. So when Jack’s cold fingers draw up the hem of his sweatshirt and press against his ribcage, Bitty yowls like a cat and jumps. A few drops of coffee go splashing onto the windowpane.
“JACK!” he protests weakly as Jack sits behind him, lifting one leg onto the cushions and drawing Bitty into his lap. “You sneak. How you creep across this floor without making a sound I’ll never know.”
Jack huffs a hot breath against Bitty’s neck, a bit of a laugh. “You’re warm.”
“And you’re freezing, watch those fingers, Jack!” Bitty wriggles as Jack encircles his waist under the heavy press of his sweatshirt. “I’m trying to drink coffee and you’re being a menace.”
“Mm-hm.” Jack presses a kiss to the shell of Bitty’s ear. At least his lips are warm. “I’m such a menace.”
“You are, though.” Bitty says, weakly, sighing. He’s got no defenses against a Jack cuddle. “A cold, horrible menace.”
Jack kisses his jaw. His stubble scratches Bitty’s skin. Bitty turns his head, ostensibly to get away from the itch, but Jack’s lips capture his, and all at once he’s pressing into that sweet warmth, savoring the warmth of Jack’s tongue as it swipes against his. He whimpers as the kiss ends.
“Menace,” he repeats, lifting his free hand to swat Jack’s arm halfheartedly.
Jack’s hands on Bitty’s stomach cinch tight. They’re warmer than they were.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs.
Bitty sucks in a breath and holds it.
“Please,” Jack adds. His voice is earnest.
Shaking his head, Bitty sighs and nuzzles Jack’s flushed cheek with smiling lips. “Well, okay, I suppose.”
Note: Here’s Vegas 3, enjoy this banter, sin, and fluff. I enjoyed writing it. I love this series so much, actually. Oh yeah, and this is only halfway edited, so don’t kill me if there are careless mistakes.
Word Count: 2293
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: SMUT. quickie, mouth covering, trying not to get caught sex
“Daveed!” You yelled frustratingly from his kitchen. It was the morning after the concert and you were sore, frustrated, and most of all energy-deprived, so when you realized that you couldn’t reach the coffee mugs in his kitchen, you were already fed up.
You felt a warm pair of bare arms snake themselves around your waist and a body press itself against you from behind.
“Hmm?” Daveed’s breath was hot against your neck, creating goosebumps on your body.
You sighed, subconsciously leaning back into him. “Why do you put your coffee mugs so damn high on the shelf? You know I can’t reach them.”
“My bad,” he murmured, reaching up to grab a mug for you and set it on the counter. You knew he was smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “But it’s not my fault you’re short.”
Request: Hey can you do something like bucky is in winter soldier mode and after some struggle with him reader can get him out of it and smut afterwards
Warnings: Swearing, Mention of Alcohol, Smut (use protection kiddos), Violence.
A/N: This is my first time writing smut so please be nice. Also I’m pretty sure this is the longest thing I’ve ever written, so sorry about that. Thank you to @rayraylovesbuckybarnes, sorry it’s so late omg. Please send me requests/feedback here. If you want to be tagged please let me know!
Your world was a storm of flashing red and blue. The smell of smoke lingered on your skin, and from the back of the ambulance, you could see the tall arc of water from the bright red fire engine as several people dressed in heavy yellow suits aimed it at the direction of your smoldering house.
Your parents had died in that fire. The demon possessing your mother had driven a knife through your father’s heart before igniting the bedroom. Within five minutes the house was engulfed in flames, and you’d woken up because your room had gotten too hot and you couldn’t breathe. You were about to scream for your mother when you were pulled from your room by a man in a dark leather jacket. He’d rushed from the house with you cradled in his arms just as the roof had given way to the flames that gnawed at and consumed it, and a trail of smoke blacker than the cloud around you had swirled briefly before evaporating into the air around you.
Harry and you going to a friend’s show in a small bar like Hotel Cafe and he feels you up way too much so while everyone inside you and him sneak out to the dark alley and doing it really quick.
His breath was hot on your neck and you could feel his fingers gripping your hips as you both swayed back and forth to the sound of the music being played on the stage. You had dragged him out tonight to see one of your friends perform, despite Harry’s protests that all he wanted to do was stay at home and get you naked. But this was an important show for your friend and you wanted to be there to support him; a fact that you scolded Harry about because it was his friend as well, which finally succeeded in making him feel guilty enough to agree to the outing.
He wasn’t making it easy on you though. Ever since the music had started, Harry had been all over you. At first, you thought it was cute. He would throw his arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck. As time went on, however, you caught on to exactly what he was trying to do. Harry’s goal - as revenge for dragging him out of the house - was to get you so worked up that you physically couldn’t stay in the bar anymore and would have to take him home so you could get out all of the pent-up sexual tension.
You succeeded - for a while - at ignoring him. You were affectionate, but you weren’t giving in to what he really wanted, and that only made him try harder.
It was when his hands started wandering underneath your shirt that you started to lose your resolve.
“Harry,” you warned, “stop. There are people around.”
“Then let’s go somewhere there are no people. I need you, peanut.”
You groaned softly as you felt his hands inch up higher and higher on your torso.
“Please,” Harry whimpered, kissing below your ear, “M’achin’ for you.”
You knew that much was true; you could feel him very prominently against your bum and that didn’t help your self control at all.
“What, you want to just sneak out, fuck in the car and come back in, hoping no one notices?” you asked, somewhat sarcastically.
“Doesn’t have to be the car.”
You let out a chuckle and shook your head. But the moment you felt Harry’s tongue graze your neck, you were done for.
“Mmmmm, it’s gotta be quick,” you murmured, grabbing one of his hands in yours and turning so you could walk in the direction of the door.
Harry followed you until you came to a back alley behind the bar that was completely abandoned and closed off. It wasn’t the most romantic of places, but you didn’t care at the moment.
“Pants down,” you breathed, pushing Harry up against the wall, much to his surprise, “C’mon!”
Harry looked at you, amused, and unbuckled his belt. You weren’t going to waste any more time with foreplay; you wanted one thing from Harry and you wanted it now. He had worked you up so much that you didn’t even care if you sounded bossy. This is what he had been trying to get all night and you were going to give it to him.
As soon as he had his pants and boxers down to his knees, Harry took over, turning your body so your back was now against the wall and positioning himself so he could slide into you. You let out a moan as you felt him fill you up and threw your arms around his neck.
“Jump,” he muttered, placing his hands under your bum.
You did as he said and lifted your feet off the ground, jumping until you could wrap them around his waist.
“So dirty for me, aren’t you?” Harry praised as he started to thrust, “Takin’ me in an alleyway. Couldn’t even wait to get to the car.”
“This is your fault,” you moaned, leaning your head back against the wall behind you, “You worked me up.”
Harry grinned, thrusting in deeper. “Yeah, I did. Think it worked though; dunno if I’ve ever felt yeh this wet.”
You groaned long and hard into his shoulder, sinking your teeth into his flesh and causing Harry to let out a hiss.
“There ya go; bein’ such a good girl fo’ me. Gonna cum soon, aren’t yeh? Can feel you squeezing me already.”
His words pushed you over the edge and you let out a shriek into his neck, pulsing around him until you felt him squeeze your hips and still inside of you. He let out low mumbles and incomprehensible swear words as he emptied himself into you.
“Fuck,” he breathed, setting you down carefully on the ground and pushing his hair out of his face, “I really did work you up.”
“Shut up,” you smirked, slapping his arm as you rearranged your clothes, “I look like a mess now.”
Harry took your hands in his, pulling them away from your shirt, and leaned in to give you a sweet kiss.
“You look beautiful.”
You sighed and gave him a smile. “Thank you.”
“Always look beautiful after I fuck you right out,” he laughed, zipping up his pants.
Warnings: Sexual content, NSFW, smut.
Word count: 1 193 A/N: I love getting dirty requests like this and it was really fun to write. ♥
You stood in the kitchen, preparing for dinner as
Brett choose a movie for you to lazy-watch during your meal. The distinct
feeling of someone breathing in your neck made you freeze, soft but hot winds
of air fanned on your already heated skin as you turned around, just to meet a