was pretty much worth the price of admission, tbh:
When asked what he shipped, went off on a tangent about how when he first started conning few dared ask that question and he had no idea what it meant (while now he knows what an OTP is), and then said he wasn’t going to give his usual answers with the car or Bobby, before finally saying, ‘Well, I’ve written a lot of Wincest.’
Thinks Cas prefers to be an angel rather than a human (because he’s going to be a weird misfit dork as any species and at least as an angel he’s got superpowers).
When asked where is Sam’s handprint brand from when Cas pulled him out of hell, gave a pretty much unrepeatable answer about doing it where/how it wouldn’t leave a visible scar. It’s what you’re thinking, if you have a dirty mind. There were gestures. And the Cas voice (something like, “It might sting…”)
Confirmed the existence of X-rated cast&crew-party-only gag reels.
Is unbelievably adorable with his kids (which, obviously, but the way his voice changes around them, aww).
Would not win the Newlywed Game (because he and his spouse are not newlyweds!)
So this is an original song I wrote, which tbh was pretty inspired by the Love Square™. I can imagine all sides of the Adrien and Marinette singing this too each other honestly. Sorry if I’m not the best singer !
Lay with me
Underneath the shade of this tree
And just imagine whatd it be like
To give it all up on a free ride
Lets go out today
Skip the sidewalks in the streets we play
Close our eyes and count to fifty
hold my hand when ya start to miss me
Oh baby mine
Look what you do to me
We’re a messy pair, a little more than weird
And yet I wont stand it if you arent here
Oh baby mine
How could I resist?
When you stare at me,
like Im all there is
Baby Mine x2
Stay the night
We’ll be doing more than pillow fights
Dont make a sound, or we’ll get caught
My Pops’ll decide if thats fun or not
Dont worry babe
Hold onto me we’ll simply sway
Youve got two left feet, and Ive got two more
But that wont stop us on that dance floor
And as I see you there
Admit it, we’re quite the pair
Somehow it all works out
And nothing would ever compare
to my baby mine
Look what you do to me
Ill be by your side
When you need me there
If you’ll have me
How could I resist?
I’ll give it all to you, if you tell me this
You had gotten it printed into your brain. It was too late now, you couldn’t forget your idea, no matter what. Bruce knew, and didn’t try to stop you from doing what you were gonna do anyway. Besides, he thought it was cute.
What was your idea ? Simple. Damian never had a normal childhood. He was still a kid, only eleven…So he still had a chance at having somewhat of a normal childhood (if you put his nightly activities on the side…and the fact that he had been raised to be a killer).
Against all odds, you and Damian clicked pretty fast. He warmed up to you the fastest…He felt like you were the only one of the bat family not judging him in any way. Also, you told him off when he was going to far, and he found that he couldn’t speak badly to you, that you had an effect on him that made him want to be nicer. Better…In a word, you quickly became his mommy.
He never really had an actual mother. Talia wasn’t exactly loving with him, and she did try to kill him a few times, succeeding once (a memory you don’t like to remember). You were the first one, even before Bruce or Dick, to make him feel loved and to make him feel what love really was…How could he resist that ?
The first time he called you “mom”, not “mother”, “mom”, you cried, and the poor boy thought he did something wrong. You explained to him that it was “happy tears”, but you’re not sure he understood. He gave you an awkward hug, and you couldn’t stop but smile. It’s that exact moment that forged the idea of trying to show him what a normal childhood was. But, even though he considered you his mom, he wasn’t going to make things easy for you and your plans.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader; Sam x Reader (friendship)
A/N: This is my first [published] fic, was not requested obviously, just something that has been around on my mind. I am thinking about making it a series with part 2 in Bucky’s POV. Feedback is always welcomed let me know what you think!
Summary: You are new in the tower and have a crush on Bucky, but he does not feel the same way and you overheard him.
Warnings: lots of Angst, Bucky being sort of a douche, alcohol consumption (?)
“That new girl, Y/N, is pretty cute don’t you think?” Sam said. You were currently hiding in the corridor, not that you were purposely eavesdropping, no, it happened by chance, you were walking to the kitchen feeling like doing some experimental cooking, your spirits were high you had a good week and you were almost skipping through the tower when you heard voices. Sam and Bucky chatting. About women. You needed to know, because it was undeniable to you now that you had a huge infatuation on Bucky, only after a week. Granted the man was a beautiful specimen of male perfection but it wasn’t just about that, the way he moved, the way he spoke, damn it Y/N get a grip
You arrived at the tower as a new administrative assistant, hired by Tony after an extensive background check. Working with Tony Stark was pretty much a career dream for you, little did you know it also came with the perks of living in the tower and getting to know the Avengers. Rent for free, a generous paycheck, how could you resist.
Back to the present, Sam Wilson seemed to be teasing James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes about you, you almost squealed in delight, but you kept quiet. “Nah, I have seen prettier” Bucky answered. Your heart sank, yeah, you were no Black Widow, but you weren’t ugly, were you?
“C’mon man, she is funny and smart too,” Sam interjected. you left right there, you did not want Barnes to destroy your confidence in your wits too, your spirits were crashed already and you no longer felt like cooking, or eating, rejection albeit indirect had a horrible toll on you. So you silently left the way you came, towards your bedroom.
You laid in bed running your mind. A knock came around dinner. Sam asking if you wanted to join them. Spaghetti, your favorite. In turn, you declined and turned in early.
The weekend was uneventful, everyone did there on thing. You caught up with your ever-growing pile of books to be read, running into Bucky a couple of times, and exchanging a few words, it still hurt, his words, but after following your favorite characters around in adventures and their own heartbreaks you couldn’t help but feel better, and that way you entered the second week of work.
Soon you established a friendship with Sam, and the weeks started to pass peacefully. You teased each other and joked nonstop, your humor was so similar it was easy being around him. That came with Bucky company sometimes, especially in late afternoons when you finished work and you and Sam liked to chill to good music and drinks. Bucky was quiet most of the time, but observant. You were aware of his eyes observing you, assessing everything. You tried to forget your crush and act normal since he was clearly not interested. Bucky was not a womanizer per se, but he had his fair share of one night stands that, to your bewilderment and disappointment, looked exactly the opposite of you.
One of those fortuitous afternoons Sam decided to make himself scarce claiming he had a bad week and wanted to turn in early, you would have bought it were it not for his concealed smirk, he was up to no good and you knew it.
“Hey Buck,” you greeted him, surprised when he entered the lounge where you were having some quality time by yourself, “didn’t you have a date?” that came out unexpected, you though.
Bucky looked at you and after a bit, he said, “I blew her off, I didn’t feel like going” He looked at you intently, as if measuring your reaction, and through himself on the couch next to yours. You squirmed under his unflinching gaze, “do you want a drink?” you offered.
“Sure,” he said, “I’ll have what you are having”. You pour a glass of wine and offered it to him. His fingers brushed yours and lingered a second too long, you look at him, into his stormy blue eyes, and your breath hitched, your heart beating at a fast rhythm. You pulled back first bewildered, and quickly made your way to your sit.
Bucky’s eyes were still on you you could feel them. But you didn’t want to look at him, you were confused, unsure, and that was something you didn’t like. He on the other hand, seemed completely in his element, were you the only one feeling the tension?
“How was your week?”, he inquired. Surprised, yet again, you coughed “Quiet, quieter than usual that is, but anything I do must seem boring compared to your job”, you added trying to joke, after that the silence and the tension grew. Bucky finished his glass of wine and stood, you thought he was going to leave but instead he picked the book you left on the coffee table and came to sit next to you.
“I saw you reading this the other day, what is it about?” You picked it up, The Fellowship of the Ring, one of your favorites, of the ones you re-read for comfort.
“Well..:” you smirked and just like that the evening passed with you talking books with Bucky, it seemed you shared that hobby.
Later that night, while you tried to sleep, you would recap every single moment of that evening. The way he looked at you was so… intense, not exactly friendly and that only made it more confusing. He was different that much was obvious, but he was also different with you, and since he already stablished he didn’t like you, you couldn’t wrap your mind as to what it meant. As so many nights before you feel asleep thinking of Bucky, only this time you were certain your feelings were stronger than you thought.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x
POC Reader Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, fluff, smut,
unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WANG BEFORE YOU BANG), slight dry humping, bit
of dirty talk, a little Sub!Steve…if you squint and cock your head at a 45 degree
angle. Summary: Steve bares all, in more
ways than one. How is anyone supposed to resist this god-forsakenly beautiful man?
You don’t; you give into temptation and enjoy the ride. Sometimes Steve’s smart
mouth gets him into trouble. Bonus: Bruce is so cute when he’s embarrassed.
A/N: I’m still getting the hang of this smut
thing so pls bear with me. Idk why tf I’m so damn shy about writing it when I’m
sinful as hell irl. Also bless you
@emilyevanston for reminding me that Steve is so much more than just Captain
America.Sorry this took so long,
hopefully the fic makes up for the long ass wait! Feedback is absolutely
Summary: You and Namjoon had been dating for a quiet a while, although you both knew that Jimin had also had his eye on you. Through much convincing, Namjoon finally agrees to let Jimin have you for one night, one on condition: he gets to watch.
Word Count: 3.0k
A/N: This might be the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written (man, I’m not even Christian and I think I need Jesus after writing this), seriously I got super into it. This one-shot is SUPER kinky, so read at your own discretion~
***Thank you to anon for the request!***
***I do not own the gif***
“C’mon hyung, just this once,” Jimin begged for what seemed like the hundredth time. Your boyfriend, Namjoon, sighed as he rubbed at his temples, deep in thought. You sat on the couch across from the two of them, your hands folded gently in your lap as you listened to the two boys discuss Jimin’s proposal back and forth. Namjoon glanced at you as you sat back casually awaiting the verdict; a look of uncertainty crossed face for a moment before he sighed once more and turned back towards Jimin.
“Okay. Fine, you win.” He stated as Jimin sat back in his chair, grinning triumphantly. “Well, Y/N, what do you think?” Namjoon asked; both of the boys turned to look at you expectantly awaiting your response.
“I’m up for it.” You nodded at the both of them as Jimin sat back, a smile of excitement playing on his face. His eyes, filled with lust, narrowed as he looked you up and down, his tongue swiping across his lower lip.
“Then it’s settled, I get Y/N for one night?” Jimin asked avidly. This was something he had been wanting ever since the two of you met. You and Namjoon had immediately hit it off when you met the boys a few months back, but you knew that he wasn’t the only one who had eyes for you. Jimin had continued to express his interest even after you began dating Namjoon, constantly giving you suggestive looks and staring at your ass. There had been countless occurrences where he’d been standing all too close to you, even letting his fingers grace your thighs when he thought you wouldn’t notice. As subtle as he tried to keep it, you and Namjoon were well aware of his desire for you.
You weren’t exactly sure how you had arrived at the present situation where Jimin had at last convinced Namjoon to allow him a one-night-stand with you. You loved your boyfriend but you certainly couldn’t deny that you were attracted to Jimin as much as he was to you. After all, how could you resist the way he danced during all those practices you had attended, watching him grind the air with his hips and biting down on his lip when he got into the movements. You had no complaints against Jimin’s proposition so as long as Namjoon was comfortable with it.
“Yeah…wait. One more condition.” Namjoon spoke up abruptly before you or Jimin could move. “You can have her for the night, but I get to be there to watch it. Do we have an agreement?” Jimin silently cocked an eyebrow before speaking up.
“Sure, why not? It’s a deal.” He smirked as he eyes drew back towards you. He stood up and slowly made his way over to you.
“Ready to go?” Jimin whispered. He slipped a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to look at him, moving his thumb to rub against your bottom lip. You stared at him through your lashes and nodded, giving him a shy smile. A grin played at his lips as he reached down to grab your hand, pulling you off the couch and leading you toward the stairs with Namjoon following closely behind.
Upstairs, the door shut behind you and you watched as Namjoon made his way over to the arm chair across from the bed; he sat down as Jimin advanced over towards you. Jimin brought both of his hands to hold your face, bringing it up to look at him once more, making sure you were looking him in the eyes before he spoke up.
“Now, you’re going to obey everything I ask you to do. Is that understood?” He spoke in a low voice, his warm breath washing over you. His eyes shined with greedy desire as he moved one hand to begin roaming down your back. You nodded silently, feeling intimidated yet extremely exhilarated at his dominant tone over you.
“Good girl. Now, sit down.” He ordered, pointing towards the bed as he stepped back. You sunk down onto the mattress, staring up at Jimin as he towered above you; his eyes were filled with fire and lust. He briefly glanced across where Namjoon was seated before looking back down at you, bending down to grab hold of your jaw and bringing your face inches from his. Jimin smashed his lips against yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging lightly. He stepped closer, grabbing your shoulders to push you to lay back on the mattress as he straddled you. Jimin sat up, pulling off his t-shirt in one swift movement before diving back down towards your neck where he sucked lightly on your collarbone, causing a breathy sigh to escape from your lips. His hands moved to grip your thighs, rubbing them up and down as his fingers pressed roughly into your skin. You could feel a wetness begin to pool between your legs as his hands disappeared underneath your skirt to grab a hold of your ass. You let out a breathless moan as he toyed with the waistband of your panties, his cool fingers running over your skin.
Jimin lifted himself up; he continued to stay in his straddled position over you as he hooked his fingers around the top of your skirt and pulled it off. He tossed it behind him before doing the same with your top, leaving you nearly stripped below him. He admired your bare skin below him as his fingers trailed over you, feeling your warmth. Jimin climbed off of you before repositioning himself on the bed and pulled you up to sit on his lap.
“I want you to grind yourself on me,” Jimin said, positioning one hand on your waist as the other moved to push your legs apart until you were straddling his thigh. “Ride me, babe.”
He reached behind you and fumbled with the clasp on your bra as you began to grind his thigh, increasing the hot wetness between your legs. Jimin squeezed your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they were hard as he dragged his lips across your neck and nibbled slightly at your collarbones. You glanced behind Jimin where your boyfriend was seated; he smirked at you, biting down on his lip as he watched you pleasure yourself on Jimin. Your eyes fluttered shut as you increased your pace to gain friction and began to moan softly before Jimin grasped your hips, forcing you to stop.
“That’s enough, don’t want you coming too soon, now do we?” He laughed darkly as he pushed you off of him and back down onto the mattress.
“Ah, look what you’ve done Y/N,” Jimin gestured towards his thighs; you looked down to where you had left a wet mess on his jeans. “This won’t do at all.” He said, smirking as he unbuttoned his jeans and shook them off.
“Turn around and get on your knees.” He commanded, lifting a hand to gesture for you to move. You obeyed and turned away from Jimin, locking your eyes with Namjoon as you rose to your hands and knees. Namjoon remained silent and you could see the growing bump in his own jeans as he shifted in his chair slightly. The bed creaked with Jimin’s weight as he crawled up behind you; his hands suddenly grasping the waistband of your panties as he yanked them down. He brought them around your ankles before his hand slipped between your slicked thighs, parting them slightly. Then, without warning, Jimin brought his other hand to crack down firmly on your ass. You screwed your eyes shut and let out a mixed cry of pain and pleasure as your skin began to sting in the aftermath of Jimin’s spanking. He smacked his hand down a few more times until your skin began to burn hot, your moans getting louder with each slap. By now, your legs were practically soaked, your wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. Your core ached for more as you grinded the air, sticking your ass out towards Jimin.
“Do you like being spanked like that, baby?” Jimin asked, reaching around to cup your breast as he whispered into your ear. You couldn’t find your voice to answer him, so you nodded in between moans. “And what do you say? Can you say ‘thank you’?”
“Th-thank you.” You managed, still trembling from the scorching sensation.
“Good girl.” Jimin slid his hand down from your ass to rest just between the tops of your inner thighs, his fingers instantly covered in your wetness. Jimin glided his digits along your slit before slipping one inside of you, slowly stretching you out before adding another. He worked you in and out, slowly pumping his fingers as you thrust your hips back in an attempt to quicken the pace.
“Don’t be too eager, kitten.” You received another sharp spank as he laughed darkly from behind you. He curved his fingers as he hit the right spot, sending you into bliss as your knees buckled underneath of you and a loud moan escaped your lips. Jimin removed his fingers from inside of you before reaching around to you once more.
“Taste yourself, babe.” He cooed, shoving slicked his fingers into your open mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sucked on his fingers before he pushed you over to lay on your back. Without warning, Jimin dove down to slide his fingers back into you. This time, he brought his lips to close around your clit, his tongue swirling on the swollen bud as his fingers quickened their pace which made you quake with pleasure. You bucked your hips as you brought your hands to clutch as his hair, holding his head in place as he worked on you. His other hand moved towards his boxer briefs where he began to palm himself through his underwear. Jimin looked up at you through his hair and you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax as he flicked his tongue on your clit.
“Fuck, Jimin. I’m gonna-.” You spoke breathlessly as you arched your back. Suddenly, you felt Jimin lift his head and remove his fingers from inside of you. He hummed lightly to himself as he licked the wetness off of his fingers, keeping his eyes locked with yours.
“No, I don’t want you coming just yet.” He said, pulling you up and bringing your hand towards his boxers to cup his erection. He hissed as you pushed your hand against his member, lightly kneading it through the fabric of his underwear. You subconsciously slid your hand towards your slit as your core ached for Jimin, but you felt Jimin jerk your hand back before you could reach it.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself. That’s only for me to do.” He growled, keeping a tight grip on your wrist as he grinded himself against your other hand on his length. The air was filled with the scent of sex, intoxicating you. You whined, biting down on your bottom lip as you looked up at Jimin. His head was thrown back slightly and he swallowed hard as a throaty moan escaped from his plump lips.
“Fuck, baby, I need you right now.” He growled, pushing your hand away before reaching to tug his boxers off. “Turn around.”
You returned to your hands and knees, turning around to stick your ass out at Jimin before he lightly spanked it once more and pushed his erection against you. The feeling of his member pressed against your skin caused you to swish your hips hungrily towards him as he moved his hands to grip them, leaning close to your ear.
“Do you want this cock, baby?” He purred into your ear, teasing you as his length pushed further between your thighs. You nodded and whined wantonly as you attempted to grind yourself against him.
“Beg for it.” Jimin commanded as he clamped one hand around your ass. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“P-please, Jimin,” you pleaded, “Please fuck me, I want your cock so bad.”
“Now you’ll only be allowed to come when I tell you to. Is that understood?” You nodded vigorously, desperate to feel him inside of you as the heat between your legs increased. “Good girl.”
Jimin positioned himself directly outside of your opening before grabbing a fistful of your hair in both of his hands, tugging on the strands as he slowly pushed in.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jimin rasped, quickening his pace until he fell into a rhythm. Your eyes fluttered shut as you became light headed from the feeling of your walls clenching around Jimin’s length. He groaned throatily as he began to pound into you, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust. Your entire body quaked as you moaned, echoing throughout the room.
Your eyes blinked open as you heard the squeak of a chair and hurrying footsteps towards you. You looked up to see Namjoon towering over you, his hands quickly reaching to unbuckle his jeans before sloppily shaking them off.
“I can’t take it just sitting there watching you get fucked like that, baby. I need you too.” He rasped, releasing his erection from his boxer briefs. Namjoon bent down to plant a kiss on your lips as he worked on himself. Jimin dug his fingertips into your hips, holding you down as he continued to slam into you. He pulled on your hair tightly with one hand, causing you to cry out in between moans. Namjoon reached down to grab one of your hands, bringing it to his member and hissing upon your touch. You closed your hand around his cock, gently working your hand up and down to the rhythm which Jimin was pounding you from behind.
“Let me have a taste of you, princess.” Namjoon stepped back, walking around behind you as Jimin removed himself from you. You whined at the emptiness between your legs, begging to be filled up again as you shoved your hips backward towards the two boys. Jimin came around you to replace Namjoon’s spot as Namjoon stepped forward, his fingers briefly dipping in between your legs. A moment later, you felt his lips close around your swollen clit, sucking lightly as his fingers toyed inside of you.
“You taste so good, baby.” He groaned, standing back up to position himself in front of your entrance. Without warning, he thrust in, filling you to the brim and sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your knees nearly collapsed with the feeling as he immediately quickened his pace to roughly slam his hips against you.
“You like it when I fuck you like that?” He growled as his hand cracked down on your ass. You cried out, screwing your eyes shut as an intense wave washed over you. “Moan as loud as you can, I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Fuck, Namjoon! That feels so good.” You groans echoed throughout the room, mixed with the grunts of the two boys before and behind you. Jimin worked on himself as you looked up at him through your lashes. His forehead was slicked with sweat and his eyes were closed as he pumped his cock through his fist. You reached up to touch his length, taking it in your hand as his eyes fluttered open to look down at you.
The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat; it swirled around you, making you feel on a high. Despite Jimin previously ordering that you would only be allowed to come when you were told to, you could feel your orgasm coming on as Namjoon continued to pound inside of you. Jimin seemed to notice as your moans became breathier, your fingers and toes curling at the overwhelming sensation. You could tell that he had become close as well, his hand quickening its pace on his length as he watched you lurch back and forth.
Jimin leaned down, using one hand to grip your jaw as he sloppily crushed his lips against yours. “Come for us, babe.” He whispered hoarsely while nibbling on your jaw. His command caused a pooling of fire in your abdomen and you shut your eyes tight. Your moans became quieter before you went completely still as Namjoon continued to thrust, slapping his hips against you. Your walls clenched around his cock as you exploded into your orgasm; your arms collapsed underneath you as you writhed around, shaking with pleasure. Your entire body felt numb as it pulsed in burning hot waves coursing through every inch of you.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna-” Namjoon let out a string of curses before his breathing hitched. You began to come down from your high as Namjoon removed himself from you, reaching his hand up to vigorously pump his length alongside Jimin. You whimpered below them, staring up through your sweat-slicked hair. The two boys grunted in time together, echoing throughout the heavy-aired room before going into release. The room went silent for a split second before Namjoon and Jimin burst into orgasm one after the other, releasing onto your back. Jimin lifted his hand to grip your ass as he finished himself off.
You turned to face them a moment later, shifting to sit down on the bed and look up at them as they towered over you, slowing their pace as they came down from their own high. Namjoon placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him as he let go of his member, Jimin following suit soon after.
“Fuck, baby, you did such a good job for us.” Namjoon grinned, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. He moved around you to pull his jeans back on as Jimin stepped into your view, bending down to bring himself to your level.
“You were such a good girl for us, Y/N. I think we’ll have to convince hyung to let us do this again sometime. What do you think?” He ran his fingers through your hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear as he looked into your eyes with his own lust filled ones. You shook your head yes as Jimin licked his lips before pressing them against yours, his tongue swiping your bottom lip.He broke the kiss, pressing his sweat covered forehead to yours as he whispered.
Since I have no shame, yet another smutty story (it’s been a while). It’s not just smut though, there’s a plot, and there’s lots of fluff. @whovianayeshahope you’ll like it and don’t think it’s total shite, because as usual, I feel like it’s pretty bad…maybe I rushed things a bit too much ? I mean, actions gos by too fast and don’t make sense ? EEEEEH I’M ALWAYS SO STRESSED YOU GUYS WON’T LIKE MY WRITING WHENEVER I POST SOMETHING, sorry for being such an annoying angsty woman, I just hope you’ll like :
WARNING NSFW (smut, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable, go read my other very safe for work stories instead ;)), LANGUAGE. It’s long, sorry.
If someone would have told you a few weeks ago that you’d save the goddamn Batman, you’d probably would have laughed in their faces. It seemed so ridiculous, that a rookie such as you, who literally joined the forces not even a month before, would ever save a man like the Dark Knight.
And yet, it happened. And it was wicked awesome.
He was fighting a bunch of thugs in a back alley, when you came by. You weren’t even gonna intervene, you knew the man, you already saw him roaming Gotham City before you became a cop, he could definitely handle himself…But then, you noticed one of the guy he was fighting take a few steps back, and draw a gun. It was pointed right at the bat’s head and he was going to pull the trigger in a matter of seconds !
You didn’t think, you acted. You jumped in the alley, surprising all of them, and with an expertly done high kick, you got the gun out of the man’s hand, knocking him down with a mean left hook. Damn, you turned into a total badass under the adrenaline !
Batman quickly got rid of the las few thugs, and turned to you. Suddenly, you didn’t feel that excited anymore, the man was impressive. So tall. Large. Muscular. Yeah ok, he was totally sexy.
He turned his weird glowy white gaze on you, and, with a voice too rough and low to be human, asked you :
-Are you alright ? This was very foolish to jump in like that, I didn’t need your help. You could have been very hurt.
-Yeah I’m alright, and like Hell you didn’t need my help, I totally saved your life dude, be more thankful ! Jeez louiiise.
-Wow. Ok. So you’re an ass.
-The ass can give you a ride to the nearest hospital, you’re bleeding.
He pointed to your arm, and…oh. Yeah. You got shot. Damn.
-I didn’t even feel it…
-Must be the rush of epinephrine in your blood. Come on, follow me.
-Wow wait, you’re gonna give me a ride…in the batmobile ?!
-Do you see any other car ? Climb in, and do not touch anything.
You tried to keep your cool. To act like it was no big deal…but the adrenaline in your veins doubled in volume as you sat in the car you so often dreamt of riding when you were a child. Fuck this was great !
He drove you to the nearest hospital, without saying a word, and almost threw you out of the car. Ass.
Your wound wasn’t deep, a bullet just grazed you and you only needed a few stitches, you were out two hours later. You went home by foot, because walking always cleared your mind, and damn it needed to be clear right now. Anyway, you weren’t living too far away.
You just saved the Batman ! YOU JUST SAVE THE BATMAN !!
and you’re getting home relatively late (like around 7 or so) from work, since dating a millionaire superstar doesn’t mean that you don’t have to independently support yourself financially (no matter how many times he offers to pay for all of your expenses).
and you walk into your apartment and find Shawn in the kitchen makin fajitas while blasting some Portuguese music (that his dad used to play when he would dance around the house with Aaliyah).
and he would be doing his little salsa dance that he thinks is the actual salsa when in fact he is just gyrating his hips in a spunky manner and also mumbling whatever words he knows in Portuguese that he doesn’t actually know the meanings of.
and he wouldn’t hear you come in because the music is so loud and he’s so into the dancing and the fajitas, so he keeps boppin around the kitchen until he turns around and sees you leaning against the arm of the couch, laughing at his gooberiness.
and for a split second, he seems a little embarrassed that he was caught in the midst of his solo dance party, but that would quickly fade away once it registers that it’s just you. and he doesn’t have to be embarrassed around you.
and he would salsa over towards you and extend his hand to you as a way of asking you to dance with him.
and at first you would shake your head no, but then he would start doing that almost purring rolling of the r’s that would make you throw your head back in laughter and leave you no other choice but to grab his hand.
and you would be caught off guard in a good way when he would start twirling you around over and over again.
and when you stopped twirling, he would spin you out and then back into his arms so that you were back to chest with him with both of his arms wrapped around you.
and he would nuzzle his little nose into your neck and give you little kisses all the way up to your jaw line and ear and so you would turn around in his arms with both of your hands placed firmly on his chest so that he could kiss you where he really wanted to, right on your lips.
and he would bring his face right up close to yours and you would brush your lips up against his.
but right as he was about to kiss you, you would speak softly and say
“i think your fajitas are burning”
and he he would be smiling still because it would take him a second to register what you said
but when he finally realizes what you told him he lets out a loud
“FUCK MY FAJITAS”
and would run over to the stove to turn it off and move the pan off the burner.
and as he was doing that, you would come up from behind him and wrap your arms around him, feeling the firmness of his chest and abs, because how could you resist.
and he would turn around and put both of his hands on either side of your face and kiss you long and hard, because
“I missed you while you were at work today. i got so bored without you.”
and you would make a fake pouty face and let out a fake whimper that would make Shawn jokingly scoff
but instead of telling you off, he would grab your hand and spin you out again then spin you back into his arms.
and he would hold you tight and the two of you would sway slowly to the music even though the song was very up tempo.
but neither of you would mind because the little moments like these where the world would stop spinning for just a few measly seconds of tranquility were your most cherished moments and your favorite memories.
and you would squeeze him a little tighter and he would return the gesture by kissing you lightly on the top of your head before resting his chin there.
and you would listen intently to each and every breath he takes while his heartbeat begins to synchronize with yours.
and he would whisper a barely audible “i love you”
and you both would be a little too selfish to even think about pulling away and ending this moment, even if it means eating cold fajitas.
Can you do a fic using this prompt? “You’re so clingy, I love it.”
Tap Tap Tap
You anxiously tap your foot. Your boyfriend Newt was coming home from his month long expedition in Japan looking for Kappas.
You wanted to go with him but once again, he told you it was too dangerous and you had work. You were an Auror and even though danger is basically in the description of your job he still didn’t want you to come.
You certainly weren’t happy about it but Newt wasn’t going to let you give up everything you worked for and join him on is trips.
It was awfully late, about 1 in the morning but you stayed awake, waiting. The sound of the door opening and Newt’s sweet voice ring through the air.
“Love, I’m home” You jumped up and tackled him to the ground in a hug.
“I missed you so so much Newt. How was your trip? Did you find something new?” You ask him.
“I’ll tell you everything, as soon as we get off the floor” Newt says. You get off of him, face red.
“Sorry” He stood up and led you to the couch.
You held on to him tightly and buried your head in his neck. You missed him so much. You hated when he had to go on such long trips. Newt began to tell you all about Japan.
You zoned out a little, focusing on Newt’s rhythmic strokes on your hair and his voice. You were almost asleep when Newt shook you awake.
“Don’t go falling asleep on me now, I still have some writing to do but it’s late and you should go to bed” Newt whispers.
He was still on Japan time meaning it was morning for him. You shook your head and slowly got up.
“You just got home, I’m not leaving your side” you yawn out. It was almost 2 and you were tired but you missed Newt so much.
“Very well, Let’s go down to my case. I’m sure my creatures missed you” Newt grabbed your hand and led you to the case.
You stumbled down the ladder and into the shed. Newt sat at his desk and began reviewing his notes. You sat next to him and watched. It sounds boring but being with Newt wasn’t. You fought your sleepy eyes as they tried to close. You heard a soft chuckle come from Newt.
“I know you’re very sleepy love” He says as he takes your hand, “You should go to bed”
You shook your head again and stood up. “I’m fine, I think I’m going to go visit the creatures” A walk should keep you awake.
“Hello little ones” you coo to the Occamies, “I’ve missed you”
You carefully pick one and started to talk to it. In the middle of your sentence, you yawned. You set the occamy down and went to find some water to splash in your face. You went over to the water creatures and were met with a new face.
“A kappa! Newt found one” You squeal to yourself.
You examine it, It has a large gash on its side that is wrapped in some sort of waterproof bandage. It looks quite scared of the other creatures and of its new surrounding. You feel a twinge of sadness for the kappa, you decide to try to make it feel better.
“Hello little one, I know this place seems scary now but I promise we aren’t here to hurt you. The man who saved you is the most caring and gentle man I know and he wants to help.” you say trying to reassure the Kappa.
It looked at you with uncertainty but didn’t swim away. You laid down and kept talking to it, telling it stories of other creatures and adventures.
Eventually, you found yourself falling asleep next to the Kappa.
Newt, needing a to sketch a picture of his new creature, made his way to the water habitat. He was certainly surprised to see you asleep next to the Kappa. He smiles and shakes his head. He bends down and picks you up.
“Oh love, what am I to do with you” He whispers lovingly. He carries you to the shed lays you on the cot in the corner of the room.
“Please don’t leave” you mumble out in your sleepy state.
Newt kisses your forehead and sets you down on his cot, “You are so clingy, I love it”
You open your eyes and stare up at him, giving him puppy dog eyes. “It’s only because I love you so much, now please stay with me.” You beg.
“How could I resist that face” he teases as he lays down with you.
You instantly snuggle into his warm body. He wraps his arms around you and watches as you finally get some sleep.
He would never tell you this but he loves when you get all clingy, it happens everytime he leaves. It just makes him feel all fuzzy inside knowing that you love him that much.
But don’t tell anyone because that’s his little secret.
I haven’t posted in like forever but since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to finish all my requests and will open requests again when I’m done doing so.
Also Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was awesome 💚 I loved it and cried so much when I watched it.
Can you do a one shot where Draco places his head in your lap? Kinda like when he did that with pansy but you know, cuter -Anonymous
“Leave me alone, Parkinson” Draco sighed, quickening his pace
to get away from the dark haired girl. She had been acting extremely clingy
today and seeing as Draco was already having such a stressful day, he couldn’t
handle the way the pug faced slytherin’s obsession with him was an all-time
high at the moment. Pansy was like an animal during mating season every once a
month. There are times when her love for him was at a minimal and there are
times (like now) where her hormones blast like fireworks waiting to burst.
“But Drakey….” Pansy whined, trying to make her face puppy
dog like but ended up making Draco visibly disgusted “You promised to help me
with Potions! We can watch the sunset too once we’re finished” Her hands had
created a death grip on his bicep, disabling the boy from getting away. Draco
mentally cursed at how he couldn’t just push her away. He was a Malfoy, he
still had a reputation to keep.
“I don’t recall that” He squinted at her. The day couldn’t
have gone worse for him. He had gotten detention from McGonagall because of his
little banter with the Golden Trio during their Divination class and the fact
that he had a tiring quidditch practice this morning. He looked up and prayed
to any god there was up there to help him.
And just like that.
“Draco!” He turned
his head to find his favorite pair of (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair. You stood
behind the awkward duo, holding back a laugh. You and Draco had been best
friends since you were children. You fathers worked together in the ministry
and were delighted you were both sorted in the same house.
“(Y/N)” He breathed, happily. Relief flowed through him as he
stared at the smiling girl in front of him. You tried your best to hold back
your laughter due to his obvious discomfort. Parkinson on the other hand looked
at you with uttermost hatred. During the sorting in your first year, you were
nervous as to where the hat would place you. Draco knew of your uneasiness and
held your hand the whole time until your name was called. From then on, she
swore to make your life at Hogwarts hell. That plan never went accordingly
since you never visibly shown you were affected.
“I’ve been looking for you all over the damn place” You
smiled, sweetly as Pansy scoffed not caring if Draco heard her. Your smile
disappeared, feigning a hurt expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten…” The
blonde gave you a baffled look.
“It’s Sit under a tree with your Best Friend Day!” You
hollered, raising your arms for extra emphasis.
“That’s not a thing” Parkinson exclaimed, exasperated.
Draco slowly understood what you were trying to do and
decided to play along.
“Oh yes. Of course I haven’t, love.” He grinned, scratching
the nape of his neck. He looked down at the clinging girl next to him before he
spoke “Sorry, Parkinson. It seems my schedule’s booked. Maybe on the 30th
of February?” Pansy smiled, squealing in joy as she hugged Draco one last time.
“You promise?” She batted her eyelashes making you gag.
“Yeah, I promise” Draco said, sliding his hand from her grip
and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled realizing how dim witted Parkinson
was. Well, they say love makes you blind but you didn’t recall that it also
disintegrated your intelligence. Pansy
stuck her tongue out at you as if to say ‘I
won’. You shook your head and giggled under your breath.
You made many happy memories in Hogwarts with Draco. Your
first casting of a patronus, first duel and even your first skinny dip –that’s
a story for another time. You’ve done everything together well except snog of
course. Friends don’t do that. You
sat down on your favorite tree to sit on. It had the perfect view of the castle
and had the perfect shade to protect you from the sun’s rays. Draco sat next to
you, sighing contently as he lent his head back against the tree. You looked at
him with concern as he noticed how tired he looked. You knew he wouldn’t admit
it but he does get tired of acting this way from time to time. It wasn’t easy
having his kind of title; The Slytherin Prince.
“You should rest, Draco…” You insisted, gently nudging his
shoulder with yours. He opened his eyes to look at you, his signature smirk
evident as he noticed the concern in them. “You could my lap as a pillow” You
suggested, smirking as well “It’ll calm you”
“I’m not a child (Y/N)” He scoffed, noticing your teasing
“I never noticed” You whispered, giggling after “Please?”
He could never resist you. No matter how hard he tried, he
just couldn’t. You had a way of controlling the him that had no need for
dominance or violence; physical or verbal. He’s always seen you as more than a
friend and if you were someone else, he would have asked you to be his from the
start but you were you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of what you truly feel and
how much it would affect him. The girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. There
are numerous girls with these colors but only you can bring out true beauty.
God, he hated himself for sounding like a girl.
He shuffled rather messily to get into the right position.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he looked so happy to be able to rest
his head on your lap. He enjoyed it, especially at the way you caress his
blonde locks between your fingers. You
knew again that this was something he wouldn’t admit to anyone –well except
“I told you it’ll calm you….Drakey…” You teased, looking down
at him to see he was cringing at the name. You laughed, continuing your hand
movements on his hair. “Don’t ever call me that” He groaned, placing an arm
over his eyes.
“You should tell her the way you feel, Draco. Who knows what
she’ll do next” You spoke in a joking manner but he knew it was laced with
concern. He knew of what Parkinson tries to do to you when he wasn’t around but
you’ve assured him countess of times that you payed no attention to the
“You think she’ll try to get me to marry her?” He joked,
trying to make you smile again. It mildly worked as he saw you had given him a
half-smile. You looked up at the sky above you as it started to turn
yellow-orange. The sunset in Hogwarts was always so beautiful to look at. The
blonde removed his arm to stare at you. As cliché as it sounds, he thought you
were more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.
“(Y/N)” You tore your gaze away from the sky to see a better
view of blue. His eyes were an ocean that you drowned in countless of times. He
sat up, surprising you as he held the back of your neck with his hand. Your
heart was beating rapidly unsure if he was going to do what you thought he was.
He leaned in, capturing your lips in his. For once in his life, he actually
felt something when he kissed a girl.
“You’re more radiant than whatever the sunset could bring” He
said once he pulled away. You returned to your original position; His head on
our lap whilst you relaxed against the tree, fingers wrapped around his soft
You feel his breath on your neck.Usually you say he shouldn’t do that, because you hate it when he is tickling you with his breath. The little baby hair on your neck is tickling your soft warm skin. But today, your lips curve in a tired soft smile. His big hand, which rests on your hip, begins to slide up. Accidently he pulls up your sleep shirt and you feel his skin on your tummy. Not to mention that the shirt is one of his shirts: the black one with his name on it. You love the shirt, and how could he resist as you pout and flutter your eyelashes at him.
His green eyes twinkle, and you can feel his sensual lips on your ear. “Good morning, my birthday girl,” he whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to the soft skin behind your ear.
So! Tomorrow is @plastic-pipes’ birthday and since I was never given a prompt, I figured I’d just base this birthday ficlet off of some awesome art that pipes drew instead. (And how could I resist adding a trope to it?) Hope you have a great b-day, pal! :D
“So, this isn’t exactly how I saw our night off going.”
Kim’s face is only illuminated by the light of their two phones, but it’s easy to see the frustration in the tiny pinch of her forehead and slight dip of the corners of her lips, despite the lightness of her tone.
“What’s up, Gabe?” you asked curiously when you saw the strained look on his gorgeous face. He responded by grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Need you…” he groaned. You were always quick to respond to your angels’ requests, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to fly the two of you into an empty bedroom. You didn’t really have any assigned bedrooms, you all just slept where you felt like, sometimes alone, sometimes together.