Imagine Chris and the Avengers cast talking about you on Jimmy Kimmel.
You settled in your hotel room bed and turned on the television just in time to catch your husband, Chris Evans, and fellow cast members; Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner live on Jimmy Kimmel. You were meant to be at the interview with them but your commitment with your new movie sent you to London instead, and so there you were watching them answer the questions you were suppose to as well about the movie you all had acted in six months ago.
The interview started and the cast took their seats. You smiled at how handsome Chris looked in the outfit you had told him to take with him; everyone else looked great too. Seeing them made you miss their company and you wished you had been able to join them on the couch.
“It is so great to have you guys here tonight,” Jimmy addressed them with a wide grin. “The movie isn’t even out yet and everyone’s already excited to see part two.” The audience cheered their agreements. “Thank you all for coming out. I know all of you are very busy which is why we’re missing a few cast members tonight.”
The cast nodded in acknowledgement of your absence as well as a few others.
“Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, as well as your wife, Y/N,” Jimmy said to Chris and Chris nodded again, this time with a cute pout. “I heard she’s currently in London filming her next movie.”
“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “She actually left for London like- a week after we wrapped up Infinity War. I headed home to relax and she went on to her next job, it definitely says a lot about our level of demand in the industry.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “No, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s up for an Oscar, did you guys know that?”
“How can we not? You talk about it all day every day,” Robert rolled his eyes as he pretended to be annoyed with Chris. “Even Y/N doesn’t talk about it as much as you do.” The room laughed. “No, seriously though- he talks about it all the time. Doesn’t he, guys?” He asked the cast for confirmation.
“All the time,” Scarlett and Jeremy nodded.
“Even Y/N tells him to shut up about it,” Mark chuckled.
“You’d think he was the one getting nominated,” Chris H added.
“He’s a proud husband,” Jimmy defended Chris.
“Yeah,” Chris laughed, “just leave me be.”
“He’s a lovesick puppy, that’s what he is.” Robert teased, glancing back at Chris. “Ever since the second he laid eyes on Y/N, he’s been head over heels for her.” The cast nodded and Chris blushed deeply, dropping his head. “You should have seen him the first time she walked on to the set, his eyes popped out of his skull and he became a huge blubbering mess.”
You giggled to yourself, remembering the day Robert was talking about. You’d been friends with Robert for quite a while now, having met on the set of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ in 2009. He was the one who took you around on your first day at the Marvel Studios and introduced you to everyone, including your husband. Chris was a huge mess the first time he met you, mainly because he was already a fan of your work and you were drop dead gorgeous in a black lace dress; he was a bit of a sucker when it came to lace.
“Yeah, okay,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess when I met Y/N.”
“A bit?” Chris H scoffed then chuckled. “We were all embarrassed for you, dude. You’re lucky she’s ridiculously nice and ignored your rambling otherwise you wouldn’t be here with that ring on your finger. You lucked out with her, my man.”
“Oh trust me, I know.” Chris chuckled. “She reminds me everyday.”
He was joking- while you did remind him occasionally, mostly as a joke, sometimes when you were fighting- he didn’t need a reminder when it came to you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you even before the first date.
The two of you clicked pretty much immediately and every day on set became like a scene out of a romantic comedy. It got to a point where Joss had to keep you two apart because you and Chris couldn’t be in the same room without flirting and/or ending up in a fit of giggles.
Your relationship with him progressed with MCU film franchise. You met and started dating on the set of ‘The Avengers’, by 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, you’d moved in with him, he’d proposed during 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, and by the time 'Captain America: Civil War’ came around you’d been happily married for almost a year. The end of 'Infinity War: Part 1’ called for your first pregnancy- which the two of you were planning on keeping a secret until the three month mark. And by the end of 'Infinity War: Part 2’, your little miracle would have been born and introduced to the world.
“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but can we just discuss your personal life for a moment?” Jimmy asked Chris. “You and Y/N have been married for a while now, do you think we’re going to see little Captain Americas and little Agent 25s running around anytime soon?”
You pressed your lips together when you saw Chris’ reaction. He looked like he was definitely dying to tell someone but the two of you made a promise and neither of your families knew yet so he kept his mouth shut and let Jeremy made the first comment.
“He’s enough of a child for the both of them,” Jeremy joked. “You should see them out and about, they paint the town red till the break of dawn. It’s no wonder they work together 'cause I don’t think anyone else can keep up with them.”
You laughed, suddenly glad you weren’t there to be teased.
“You two like to party?” Jimmy asked, chuckling.
“Why do you think they don’t have kids yet?” Mark chuckled.
“So they’re the ones you guys call to have fun, Chris and Y/N?”
“Definitely.” Robert nodded. “Those two are absolutely hectic.”
“Mm hm,” the entire cast nodded with all their thumbs pointed at Chris.
“Nooooo, we’re not going to do that!” Chris held his hands up in surrender. “We’re on TV, guys! Our parents are watching this. C'mon, if Y/N sees this she’s going to lose her mind. We promised her no embarrassing stories, so c'mon!”
“If she doesn’t want any embarrassing stories about her then she should settle down,” Robert said. “Hear that, kid?” He addressed you through the camera. “Become a mom and everything embarrassing you’ve ever done is wiped clean off the slate.”
You chuckled and picked up your phone, texting Chris the following words.
Just break the news, babe. We’ll call our families after the interview. I know we said we’d wait but it’s happening so we might as well tell people. I know you’ve been dying to tell them anyway so go ahead, you’ve got my full support. ❤️️
After sending the text, you turned your attention back onto the TV screen. Chris flinched and you knew it was from the buzzing in his pocket. He subtly pulled his attention away from Jimmy and the rest and took his phone out of his pocket to read the text. You saw his smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked up at the screen and winked, knowing you were watching.
“Hey guys, um-” Chris cleared his throat and drew the attention onto himself. “I’ve got something to announce. Y/N and I have been keeping this a secret for a while now and um- she actually just decided it was time we break the news. She just texted me telling me to announce it right here on Jimmy Kimmel.”
“No my God,” Scarlett gasped and turned to Chris a knowing smile. “Is she-”
The rest of the cast turned to Chris with widened eyes and excited smiles, waiting for confirmation.
“Yup,” Chris nodded, smiling. “We’re expecting our first child.” He said and the whole room gasped.
“Wow!” Jimmy clapped. “That is- congratulations, you guys. Y/N,” he looked into the camera. “We wish you could be here with us. Congratulations, you two are going to make wonderful parents.” He said and you smiled.
“No way!” Robert’s jaw dropped, his excited grin visible as he turned from Chris to the camera. “I knew it,” he pointed to the camera and you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to meet your little one.”
“Congratulations, man!” Jeremy slapped Chris on the back excitedly.
“Yeah, welcome to the dad clan. You’re one of us now,” Chris H shook his hand, grinning.
“I’m so happy for you guys,” Mark told him, smiling. “You’re both going to make amazing parents.”
“Thanks guys,” Chris grinned. “I’m very excited as well.” He turned his attention back onto the camera, speaking directly to you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to experience parenthood with and- I’m ready as long as I’ve got you by my side, sweetheart. I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”
You smiled, feeling your eyes water as you picked up your phone and texted him your response.
REQUEST: Damon and reader. Where the reader is there for Damon throughout everything and he finally realized he’s in love with her!
Doppelgängers. The Originals. The race for the Cure. Heretics. Gemini Coven.
Damon Salvatore and his friends had seemed to have been through it all. Way more than what regular people would ever have to go through. But of course, they weren’t regular people. They were dead. Well, some of them.
a/n: stan and richie are both aged up in this, hope that’s okay!
“Richie come on, we’re gonna be late. You know how my parents are and how much they hate you, do you really think it’d be a good idea to give them another reason?”
Stan was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, waiting not-so-patiently for his super slow and super obnoxious boyfriend, Richie Tozier.
Today, Stan and Richie were supposed to go to the Uris household and have dinner with Stan’s parents, which doesn’t happen often. What scared Stan the most is that he and Richie were invited by his parents, which doesn’t happen at all considering they aren’t the biggest fans of Richie.
“Stop shitting yourself, Uris, it’s 2:30. We don’t even have to be at your parents’ house until 4 o’clock, why are you losing your goddamn mind?” Richie yelled throughout the house.
Richie was currently stepping out of the shower which, according to Stan, should’ve been done hours ago.
Stan sighed loudly, climbed up the stairs, and banged on the bathroom door. Richie banged back on the other side and laughed.
“Listen, you little shit, if you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m going without you and telling them we broke up this morni-“
Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal a soaking wet Richie with a towel hanging loosely around his torso.
“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence,” Richie said, poking Stan in the chest, splashing a small spot of water on his shirt.
“Richie are you fucking kidding me, I JUST ironed this shirt,” Stan yelped, frantically making his way back to their shared room.
Richie took his place back in front of the bathroom mirror and began to style his hair, smirking while listening to Stan ramble on.
“I swear I can’t have anything nice in this fucking house, if it’s not you ruining my clothes it’s you making a mess in the bathroom, or you leaving cereal on the counter in the mornings, or you taking my hair gel and leaving the cap open, WHO LEAVES THE CAP OPEN,” Stan complained.
Richie let out a loud laugh and walked into their bedroom to find something to wear, just as Stan was changing from his previous shirt into a purple button down, causing Richie to watch the boy closely.
“Look, Stanley, Stan the Man, Stanarooni,” Richie hummed. “It’s a small speck of water. You’re acting as if I rubbed Eddie’s mom’s underwear on your shirt or some shit. As far as the rest of those go, you love when I make messes because it gives you something to do throughout the day.”
Stan tilted his head to the side in confusion. “What are you saying? That I ENJOY your messes?”
“‘Course ya do, honey, because if I didn’t create said messes, you’d have absolutely nothing to clean around here. Then you’d be bored out of your mind for HOURS and HOURS. Hell, if I didn’t create messes you’d probably be in the woods so often, watching birds, that people would mistake you for Sasquatch!” Richie threw his hands in the air dramatically.
Stan blinked. “You know what, whatever, just put some clothes on and stop gawking at me while I change, I’m not in the mood. It’s already three o’clo- THREE O’CLOCK?” Stan screamed, checking his watch.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, RICHIE PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON, BRUSH YOUR TEETH, AND PUT ON SOME FUCKING DEODORANT WE HAVE TO GO NOW,” Stan panicked, frantically moving across the room.
Stan was moving so quickly that Richie started to get dizzy. Acting on impulse, Richie stuck his foot out in front of Stan, and Stan was sent flying onto the floor.
“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST- DID YOU JUST TRIP ME?” Stan yelled, looking up in disbelief. By this point, Richie was doubled over in laughter.
“Sorry babe, my foot must have a mind of its own,” Richie explained, in between laughs. Richie got dressed and threw on his usual Hawaiian shirt, much to Stan’s disagreement.
”I can’t believe I waited that long for you to wear the exact same thing you do every single day,” Stan sighed, shaking his head and sitting on the bed.
“Why did your parents invite us to dinner if they don’t fucking like me anyways,” Richie mumbled, shoving his foot into a worn out pair of shoes.
“I don’t know, but I’m not letting you walk out of the house like that. You have much better things to wear, so change,” Stan said, rummaging through Richie’s clothes and throwing a dress shirt he bought Richie on his birthday at the pouting boy.
“No, fuck you,” Richie said, crossing his arms and turning away from Stan.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Stan muttered. “Stop acting like a 5 year old and change, dipshit.”
A smile played on Richie’s lips, highly amused by the entire situation. “I don’t see why I should change my outfit to impress your parents. They hate me either way, what I wear doesn’t matter and I sure as hell don’t have any-fucking-thing to prove to them,” Richie explained, now looking right at Stan.
“Could you stop being an ass and just change? For me?” Stan said, losing hope.
Richie thought about it for a second. More than a second, actually. So long that Stan sat on the bed and waited for him to respond. Stan was desperate at this point and decided to try one last thing.
“Don’t give me the fucking puppy dog face, asshole. I’m wearing what I want,” Richie said, looking away from Stan.
“I fucking said n-“
“FUCKING FINE, I’LL CHANGE, JUST STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK, YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME,” Richie said, grabbing the shirt and changing.
“I’ll be downstairs waiting,” Stan called, smirking as he walked down the stairs.
A few minutes passed and Richie walked downstairs to meet Stan, smiling mischievously.
“You ready to go?” Stan asked, opening the door.
“Of course I️ am, Stan the man,” Richie mused, hopping out the front door, but not before placing a big, wet kiss on Stan’s cheek.
Stan wiped his cheek with a handkerchief and placed it back in his shirt pocket. Following Richie out to the car, he noticed one small thing.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Richie? You didn’t change your shoes!”
“I know, but don’t you like them?” Richie said, smiling cheekily and tapping his feet together.
“THEY’RE LIGHT-UP SKECHERS!” Stan exclaimed.
Richie laughed as Stan had a fit on their front lawn.
Stan leaned against the car, glowering at Richie. “Don’t you have to be a dick somewhere else?”
A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂
You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.
“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.
“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.
“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”
“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”
“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”
“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.
“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”
“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”
“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.
“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.
“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.
“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”
“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.
“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”
“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”
“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”
“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.
“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”
You were an oblivious person. You had always been one, and over the years you realized obliviousness could either be a curse or a blessing. For example, tasteless and inappropriate sex jokes would always fly over your head, and you considered yourself lucky where you didn’t have to visualize whatever disturbing image a certain joke created because you just… you didn’t get it. The one huge downside to being the most blissfully unaware person in the world was that sometimes, you just couldn’t take a hint. There could be a huge neon sign with the answer on it and you probably still wouldn’t understand.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. It’s just Harry.” You reminded yourself, chewing on your thumbnail nervously. How long had it been since you realized you maybe kinda sorta liked Harry in an ooh-la-la kind of way? The point was: You were tired of constantly daydreaming about Harry and not doing anything about it. Although you were aware of the nagging ‘Prepare yourself for disappointment’ message in the back of your head, your positive outlook on life pushed those thoughts away and now, here you were, standing in front of Harry with a nervous smile on your face.
“I don’t have a lotta time to talk but I guess I can make some time for you… Only because you’re my favourite.” Harry closed his notebook and pushed it aside, setting his pen on top of it before making space for you on the couch. See, this whole thing was already off to a good start! You grinned and plopped yourself down, going over your mini script in your head. You were over at his place because you were in the midst of helping him plan out his tour schedule (he always depended on you for that kind of stuff because he thought you were better than a professional) and you figured you might as well get it out in the air while you were here.
“I like you.” You blurted out, shifting yourself so you were facing more towards Harry. “And I have for a really long time, and I just wanted to let you know that because it wouldn’t be fair to you if I didn’t tell you about my feelings.” You cleared your throat, keeping nothing but positive thoughts in your mind. The smile slowly disappeared from Harry’s face, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping slightly.
“Y/N, uh…” Harry pressed his lips together, scooting back a little. “I think you’re a great person, and you’re such a great friend, you know tha’? A-And trust me, I’m flattered! I jus’, well, I’m not really looking for a… a relationship right now. I mean, Dunkirk’s coming out really soon, and I have to start planning for the tour - I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, you know how it is.” He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, looking over at you with somewhat of a pitiful smile. And this was the part where your stupid obliviousness kicked in. You interpreted the ‘you’re a great person/friend’ part as ‘hey, I like you too’, and the ‘I’m not really looking for a relationship right now’ part as ‘Give me a little time until I’m ready for us.’
“Oh, yeah! Well, that’s okay. You know I’m patient, so I can totally wait until you’re ready. I’m just glad we finally got our feelings off our chests cos I’ve liked you for a really long time.” You admitted shyly, chewing on your bottom lip. “I can give you time, though. Take as long as you-”
“Uh, okay, lemme try this again.” Harry cut you off, holding his hands out to tell you to be quiet for a second. “Y/N. You’re a huge part of my life. You’ve always been there for me, you’ve supported every choice I’ve made in my career, but I jus’… Well, like I said, relationships aren’t my priority at this point in my life and it’ll probably stay that way for a whil-”
“And like I said, I can wait! I know you’re super busy with all your famous person chores-”
“Y/N, you need to listen to what I’m telling you-”
“-but trust me, I can wait for us even if it takes-”
“There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that!” Harry blurted out, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“You-” And that’s when it finally hit you. “O-oh.” You felt the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks, the humiliation of the situation settling in. You were under the impression Harry liked you back when in reality, he was trying to tell you that he definitely didn’t like you like that. Definitely not.
“Y/N, I’m sorr-” You jumped when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, moving quickly to take it out and check whatever notification you had just received. You needed something, anything to get out of here as soon as possible.
“Shoot, I have to go pick up your custom suit from Gucci.” You lied, glancing down at the text you had just gotten from Y/F/N asking if your confession had gone well. You tried your best to ignore the uncomfortable clenching in your chest, but all it was was a constant reminder that ‘Wow, that was a hot mess’. “I, uh, I’ll see you later, okay?” You scrambled off the couch, nearly tripping over your feet as you headed for the front door. You didn’t look back once, swiftly slamming the door behind you and beelining right for the car.
There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that.
Being oblivious sucked.
gif isn’t mine!
yes i’m very much aware of the million and one imagines i write that are related to y/n’s heart getting shATTERED by harry SUE ME
When I first started out doing pixel art I couldn’t find a good tutorial on how to make trees. So now that I’m a bit better, I’ve decided to make my own!
For this tutorial, you’ll need some sort of digital art program. You probably shouldn’t be looking at digital art tutorials if you don’t have a digital art program. I use Pro Motion, but I’m pretty sure that Gimp and Photoshop work too.
For space-saving reasons, I’ll put the rest beneath the read more
a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me
oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)
characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER
warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])
Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous. Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time. As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.
’my precious angel,
here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm
there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me
I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah).
The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.
Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.
“Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.
“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.
“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.
“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”
“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”
“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”
“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”
“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”
“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.
First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.
Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.
The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress.
Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen.
“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.
“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”
“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.
The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.
One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.
“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there.
“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.
“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”
“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.
“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?”
“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.
“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response.
“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear:
“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”
“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.
“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”
“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.
“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?”
“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”
“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”
“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”
“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”
“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”
“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”
“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”
“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”
“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?
There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.
J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.
“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.
The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his.
“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.
J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.
“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed.
He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly. His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another.
“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him.
“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms.
Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper.
“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.
“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.
“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane.
Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.
“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his.
His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered.
Hey all! It’s that time of year! June 1st marks the anniversary of the Static #1 comic book release. It’s been a long time since the comic book and animated series ended along with Virgil’s short lived featuring in Young Justice (hopefully he’ll appear regularly in season 3), and a reboot comic that ended entirely too soon, but here’s where the second annual Static Shock Appreciation Week comes in! While were waiting for some new Static content for us fans to gobble up why not, in celebration of the 24th anniversary of Virgil Hawkins becoming the young, intelligent, electrified superhero we all know and love, spread our appreciation and love for this awesome super hero. This is to show everyone that the Static fandom is far from dead , and we’re still here and waiting for Static and his crew to come back to us!
The event will start on May 29th and last through June 4th with a special prompt for each day. Anything goes as long as it pertains to the prompt no matter how accurate or how loose. Fanart, Fanfic, gifs, headcanons, anecdotes, etc are accepted for the comics and animated TV show, if Static was in it then it can be included. Just make sure to tag #StaticShockAppreciationWeek2017 in your posts so I can reblog it here and so others can see it in the tag.
Day 1 (May 29th) -Favorite Static Moment (What made you like Virgil Hawkins?) Day 2 (May 30th) - Favorite Character in the Comic or TV Series Day 3 (May 31st) - Favorite Static Shock Rogue (Ebon, Hotstreak, Puff, etc) Day 4 (June 1st) - Happy Anniversary! What do you hope to see included in future Static incarnations? Day 5 (June 2nd) - Favorite Episode or Comic Arc and Why. Day 6 (June 3rd) - Favorite Character Relationships (Familial, Platonic, or Romantic) Day 7 (June 4th) - Free Day (Anything goes, something you wanted to do didn’t fit in the other days? Today’s the day to let it all out with a bang!)
And that’s it! Take the rest of the time to think up and spread the news! Hope everyone that wants to participate can. Last year had a great turn out. I hope to see more of you post you thoughts and creations this year! Don’t forget to tag #StaticShockAppreciationWeek2017 in your posts!
A/N: This imagine is a bit different because it starts from the middle, then hops to the beginning and continues as normal, kinda like a flashback. Explaining it just in case anyone gets confused. :) It’s not as complicated as it sounds and I think that as you read it, you’ll understand it. Okay, love you guys! :*
“No! You aren’t going anywhere until I’m through. You fucking tell me what that prick was doing to you. Who is he and why was he fucking touching you? What the bloody hell did he want?”
Eventhough I had expected this outcome, Harry’s angry outburst still planted a small seed of fear inside me, causing me to wince back at the rising volume of his rough language.
I slowly look up into his darkening eyes, rage burning through them as he stares down at me. He has his hands on either side of my head, resting on the wall that my chair is propped up against, sealing me in from both sides so I can’t leave; not that I would. Leaving Harry during his rushes of fury was not a very bright idea.
Harry’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his breath coming out in short pants. The veins on his forehead have become prominent due to what he had seen unfolding just a few minutes before.
What got me into this situation wasn’t anything very harmful at all: a bit of flirting, and not even on my part.
Harry had left me at the counter of the bar, excusing himself to go use the loo. Moments after he had disappeared into the crowd a tall blonde boy around my age had wandered to stand infront of me, pulling my attention to his unknown body standing so close.
“Hello.” He had said, giving me an endearing smile. He seemed like a nice enough guy–he was wearing a pair of bootcut jeans and a dark navy blue button down, his sandy blonde hair styled up into a quiff.
“Hi.” I had answered, returning his polite smile. I wasn’t interested because I’m with Harry, but turning him down when he hasn’t even made a move just seemed too cruel.
"I’m Austin. And you are?“
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I was standing over there with some friends and I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here alone. I was wondering if you’d like to dance?“ He pushes the conversation forward, now stepping it up to a dance request, and I cautiously glance in the direction Harry went, nervousness beginning to weigh down onto my chest.
"I’m sorry. I already have a boyfriend.” I reply honestly, looking up at him apologetically. In another world where I was not dating Harry I would’ve accepted his outstretched hand, but I am dating Harry, and any other guy is nothing more to me than a possible friend.
"Oh, come on. I’m sure he won’t mind.“ Austin prods, giving me a wink and taking my hand from the counter-top, pulling me to up to my feet.
Just as I’m about to yank my hand out of his grip, I see a familiar figure clad in a dotted shirt and black skinny jeans enter my peripheral vision. In less then two breaths Harry is standing next to me, his brows furrowed and his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
"I’m sorry, mate. There seems to be a misunderstanding. She’s not single.” Harry’s voice is eerily calm, but as he speaks I can see that he is gritting his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he works on keeping his temper in check.
I almost flinch at the smooth tone of his voice, knowing very well what will come afterwords. His cool composer is an act–the calm before an untamable storm.
Austin sizes up Harry, looking him up and down. Harry is immediately the alpha, having atleast two-to-three good inches over the other boy’s head.
Austin seems to recognize this, letting his fingers go slack, my hand returning to my side only to be wrapped in Harry’s hard grip.
"I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know.“ An obvious lie on Austin’s part since I had clearly stated that I was not alone, but I don’t speak up because the sooner this encounter is over, the better.
Harry gives a stiff nod and Austin takes this as a sign, turning around on his heel and going back the way he came from. Harry stares intently at the back of the other young man’s head as it sinks back into the crowd, almost as if daring him to even as much as look back.
When the boy is out of view, Harry turns his blazing gaze at me, my eyes diverting to the floor to prevent from being trapped in his intimidating glare.
"Come on.” I hear Harry give a rough grunt, my hand being tugged harshly in the opposite direction Austin left.
I follow him, not uttering a word. The situation at hand had not been my fault, but since Harry couldn’t take it out on Austin because he hadn’t technically done anything wrong, he was going to use me as much as possible.
We arrive at a two-seat tall table hidden away pretty well from the people around the club. I don’t wait for Harry to tell me to sit but I climb onto the long stool by myself. Eventhough Harry is upset with me I feel his hand being placed on the dip of my spine, keeping me from possibly falling back from the seat as I position myself accordingly. Harry could be very short-tempered, but it was only because he cared so much, thus describing what is about to go down between us.
"Who was that and what did he want?“ His breathing is starting to pick up pace, signaling that his patience and composer are running thin.
"Can we not do this here, please?” I beg quietly, looking up at him through my lashes.
Harry ignores my question, repeating his own. “Who the fuck was that?”
As the first curse word leaves his lips I know he is going to cause a scene. Harry never curses at me when we fight. He uses that type of language daily, but only in a playful manner, but whenever I tick him off to his limit, he losses control of what he begins to say.
"I said not here.“ I repeat my statement, this time attempting to slide off the barstool to get through to him that I will not be doing this argument in public, but he grips onto my hips, pushing me back onto the seat until my back is pressed against the wall. He places his hands on either side of my head, eliminating any chances of escape.
“No! You aren’t going anywhere until I’m through. You fucking tell me what that prick was doing to you. Who is he and why was he fucking touching you? What the bloody hell did he want?”
"Harry, please–” I try to talk him out of this one last time, but I’m cut off as he slams his fist into the wall behind me, making me wince back from his lanky body as he towers over me, the veins in his neck popping out.
"Tell. Me.“ Harry grits out, his eyes daring me to object one more time.
I shy away from him, fear starting to settle into my blood as I see his state darkening, his eyes becoming clouded with rage. When Harry looses his mind over something he doesn’t recognize what he’s doing until after he’s done it, meaning he could hurt me in the flare of the moment.
"His name’s Austin.” I murmur, daring a glance up at him to let him know that I’m aware of his anger. “He came up to me after you left and asked me to dance. When I said no he grabbed my hand, and then that’s when you showed up.”
"Didn’t you tell him you were with me?“ He asks incredulously.
"Of course I did. He didn’t care…"
"Motherfucker. I won’t care either when I’m pounding his face in.” Harry growls, pushing himself off of the wall and turning around, searching for Austin in the crowd.
He spots him, his gaze zeroing in on his target as he sits on a couch, chatting with a couple of his friends.
“I’ll fucking show him ‘not caring.’"
"Harry, no!” I grab his forearm, tugging him back towards me. “Leave him alone. It’s done. Nothing happened. Please don’t make this a big deal; just forget it.”
"Of course I won’t ‘just leave him alone’, Y/N! He was coming onto you even after you rejected him! That’s considered harassing, and I’m going to go and kick his ass for it. Let me go.“ He doesn’t even look at me as he finishes talking, twisting his arm from my grip and taking a few strides forward.
"Stop!” I jump down from the stool, this time grabbing his face in my hands and sharply turning him to face me, our noses brushing.
Harry’s eyes are flashing with dangerous light, telling me that his body has gone into full-fighter mode; it’s my job to defuse him.
"Harry.“ I breathe out, my lips rubbing over his ever-so slightly. With every word I place a kiss onto his warm skin, trying to get a safe response from him. “Let. It. Go.“
I grip onto the sides of his face, looking into his eyes as I shake my head.
"Forget it. He’s not important.“
"Let me just–”
I silence him one last time by placing my lips onto the side of his neck and beginning to suck gently, earning the desired affect as I feel his body slump forward in a ceasefire.
I smile against his strong pulse, pulling him forward with me as I step back a couple of times until my back hits the wall, then wrapping my arms around his neck to keep it stationed against my lips.
I open my mouth a bit wider, letting my teeth nibble against the delicate skin over his quickening heart-beat, biting down as I hear a hiss stream from his mouth.
I let my hands wonder up behind his head, gripping onto his soft curls and twirling them inbetween my fingers, tugging in the way I know drives him insane. I pull his hips closer, subtly rubbing up against his crotch.
A low moan betrays him, his head tilting down so his hazy eyes lock on mine, the anger dissipating.
“Just forget him.” I plead again in a quiet whisper.
“Fine.” He mumbles back, wrapping his arms around my waist and abruptly flipping me around so that he’s now the one leaning against the wall. Pulling me closer he nudges our noses, then lifting his head and tilting it back. “Keep going.”
I’m immediately surprised by Harry’s demand because he’s always the one to take charge in the relationship, meaning that I’ve never had him in the position I have him in now, even-more-so meaning that I’ve never marked him. I raise my eyebrows at him in question and he nods, stretching out his neck a bit to give me more access.
I obey, connecting my lips back onto his warm flesh and continuing my actions from before.
I allow my teeth to sink in hard, then letting my tongue smooth over the area to soothe the aching skin, sucking gently as one of my hands pulls at his hair, the other hand sneakily wandering down to rest against at the front of his jeans.
The fact that we’re doing this in a club full of people doesn’t really matter considering there are couples almost literally shagging in the middle of the dance floor; plus, we’re pretty hidden in this undisturbed corner, the low lights and dark shadows fogging us out of the immediate view of others. With this in mind, I slowly begin to rock my hand back and forth, palming Harry through his tight jeans.
His head lulls back, a wispy groan escaping him as he bites down onto his lower lip, his eyes fluttering shut.
“So good, baby.” He mutters, his hips jerking forward slightly to satisfy his growing need.
I give him a reassuring squeeze, getting on my tip-toes to press my lips against his.
The bulge in his trousers grows heavier in my hands and I suddenly let out a small moan, the notion of having this effect on him becoming even more intriguing by the second.
Harry chuckles, the breath of his words tickling my ear. “It looks like this is making you hornier than it’s making me.”
I rapidly nod my head, looking up at him as I feel desire leaking into my eyes.
“I bet you want a good fuck right now, don’t you? A good, hard, rough fuck, hm, kitten?” I know the words are directed towards me, but as he talks his eyes aren’t looking at me; they’re focused on something or someone behind my back.
I turn my head to the side and see Austin’s eyes glued on us, his cold glare meeting Harry’s dead-on. Harry smirks at him, cupping my chin with his fingers and turning my head back to face him, his lips crashing onto mine.
“He knows who you belong to now.” He murmurs through the kiss, his fingers snaking around my wrist. “Now let’s go. My cock is literally throbbing to be inside you.”
The warmth of Harry’s body is ripped from me as he steps away, my own body being jerked forward towards his only a second after.
Harry weaves through the crowd fast, his quick pace making me stumble every few steps. How he manages to get around all of these drunken people and with such dark lighting is beyond me, but after a few moments we burst through the front doors of the nightclub. A cool night summer breeze is blowing, pushing my hair back from my face as Harry nearly sprints towards his car, unlocking it and shoving me into the passenger’s seat. He runs around the front of the car, sliding into the driver’s seat and turning on the ignition, the car roaring to life.
He leans across the dashboard, his lips finding mine in a heated kiss.
“Fuck, I need you so bad.” He growls, but pulls away anyhow. “We’re going to have to wait because when I fuck you I want to be somewhere where I know you can scream as loud as you want.”
“Okay.” I say, trying to catch my breath from the brisk walking and heavy kissing.
Harry sets the car into motion, pulling out of the parking space and exiting the lot.
As we speed down the highway I can feel anxiousness weighing down on my stomach again.
Harry and I had only had sex a few times, in which he had been slow, level-headed, and understanding, keeping his rough dominance at bay. Not only that, but Harry hadn’t gone all the way in– we’d always stopped at the half-way mark. As I glance at him, I can tell that only going in half-way isn’t on his mind right now, and being gentle has been locked away in the recesses of his thoughts.
No matter what Harry has planned, one thing is obvious:
I haven’t done anything for Carmilla in a long time and I had very weird Naruto feels the other day (I used to be a huge fan omg) so here’s the naruto/carmilla crossover that no one asked for haha. Let’s say this is the transition period before she goes full big cat final form on the baddies.
Anyways, I can’t wait until the movie comes out (and also dreading it bc that’ll mean the end)
Hello there boys and girls and everyone in between! So a little change in plans for this A/N. Due to the number of people asking to be tagged in this little fic, I’ve decided to move all tagging to the end. That way, it’s not making for this huge chunk of text at the beginning of the story that might deter some from reading it. Can I just say, though, how nice it was to have so many comments? So many people have sent asks and messages about this fanfiction and it really warms my heart. Anyway, without further ado, The Tower Part 3; Enjoy!
Prompt[s]: The Tower is amazing, I love how you wrote it and played with everything that happened. I can’t wait for the next part!
BOI!!!!! I’m excited for this fic, it’s so good already I’m so happy you’re blessing us with this story Thank you!!!
I love The Tower, and I’m so psyched to see what happens next!
the tower is so great! im so excited to read the rest of it, fairytale retellings are my absolute favorite type of story!!!!
You groaned gutturally, long and slow. Against the quiet of
the woodland, though, it seemed even louder and more brash. The twittering of
wildlife was quiet in your ears; your senses were only coming back slowly. The
world remained black for quite a while as the thrum of the thicket gradually
grew in volume. When the world was no louder than a rumble, your sight slowly
began to return.
A kaleidoscope of greens and blues greeted you, the sight of
the forest ceiling feeling oddly welcoming. You lifted your heavy head and attempted
to sit up, cursing the wooziness you felt. Placing a hand on the back of your skull,
you felt a tender lump and turned to see what had hit you. A particularly thick
branch was swinging limply.
“Maker’s breath,” you hissed, letting your legs wake up
before trying to stand. That wasn’t what slowed you, however. Your skirt was
ripped up to the knees where a particularly large cut lay on your ankle. Hitting
the floor had taken more of a toil on you than you’d originally thought. On top
of that, even more bruises littered your skin – and as you attempted to stand,
you felt your right ankle give way and you were on the floor once more.
Eventually, with the help of a nearby tree, you were able to
make a go of standing upright. Walking was the next challenge. By leaning on
branches, grasping at logs, and even crawling at times, you were able to wobble
your way forwards.
A/N: Part 2, y'all. ✌🏻️ You can read this as a standalone or go over and read Part 1, ‘Imagine admitting you want to marry Chris while you’re drunk.’ Whatever you feel like, this is for your enjoyment; you don’t have to feel obligated. Also- I’ve decided to make this a four part thing, maybe five if I decide to write the wedding. Inbox me if you want to be tagged to this mini-series. Anyhooooo, that’s all I have to say. Bisous 💋
You awoke with the world’s worst hangover; it wasn’t the first time but it’d been a long time since you’d one with this level of discomfort. You’d heard the saying ‘it hit me like a train’, now you were actually experiencing it. You couldn’t remember much of last night, you just knew you partied a little too hard at Carly’s bachelorette party. You couldn’t even remember how you got home, you suspected it was Luca- your best friend and only sober member- that put you in a cab. You made a mental note to call her, as well as Chris, to inform them that you were in fact alive.
You opened your eyes and immediately closed them again, wincing at the tiniest amount of sunlight peeping through the blue curtains. Blue curtains? Weren’t your curtains purple? You were in too much pain to take a second look; you weren’t overly concerned, you were sure it was just your hangover messing with your vision. You groaned and grabbed the nearest pillow, burying your face in blackout darkness because somehow closing your eyes weren’t enough. Fatigue and nausea washed over you, finalizing your decision to stay in bed all day. A bed that- oddly didn’t feel like your bed.
You pushed the pillow off your face and forced your eyes open to take in the room that was definitely not yours; you were in too much of a daze to realize it was Chris’. You sat up a little too quickly and your head spun, the urge to throw up everything you ate and drank last night overwhelmed you. You groaned and hunched over, burying your face in the bundle of sheets while pressing your fingers against your throbbing temples.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” You heard Chris’ voice and you realized you had somehow ended up at his place instead of your own. You looked up at him; he stood in the doorway with tightly pursed lips, obviously biting the inside of his cheek to suppress his urge to laugh at your misery. “How are you feeling?” He asked, a soft chuckle broke free as he walked over. “You look very beautiful.” He smiled as he teased, taking your hands in his as he sat down.
“I know, can’t you see that I’m on top of the world?” You joked and he chuckled softly; he was always sweet to keep his voice down around hungover you. “I really did it this time,” you managed a soft chuckle yourself, running a hand through your hair. You were surprised it wasn’t knotted or tainted with specks of vomit; did you throw up? You couldn’t remember. “What happened last night? How did I get here?”
“Well- according to drunk Y/N,” he began, brushing his thumbs gently up and down the back of your hands. “You can always find your way back to me.” He told you and you smiled. “I think Luca put you into a cab, there was a text from her on your phone for me.”
“Why didn’t she just text your phone?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion.
“Beats me,” he shrugged then chuckled, “she’s your weird best friend.” You chuckled at that. “Now-” he released your hands and rose to his feet. “I know you want to stay in bed all day but you need to eat something. I would bring your breakfast to you in bed but- we both know you have that insane rule of no food in bedrooms.”
“I’m sorry, do you want cockroaches and ants when you sleep?”
“C'mon,” he chuckled and held out his hand for you to take. “I got some coffee, pancakes and bacon waiting for you downstairs.” Your stomach growled with excitement at the sound of your breakfast. “Caffeine, grease, carbs, and sugar. Just what you need to get over this hangover,” he winked with a click of his tongue.
“Oh God.” You groaned and let him pull you to your feet. “Everything hurts, Chris.” You whined and rubbed your throbbing left temple when he released your hand and wrapped an arm around you. “That’s it, I am never drinking again.”
“You do realize you say that every time you wake up with a bad hangover, right?” He chuckled as the two of you made your way downstairs. Your eyes narrowed slightly at the two fully packed duffle bags by the door; one of them was yours. “Yet here we are,” he teased you and you rolled your eyes; somehow, that hurt too. “Look on the bright side, it’s Saturday and you don’t work on the weekends.”
“I’m a screen writer, as long as I’m breathing- I’m working.” You retorted and he chuckled softly. “But I don’t have to go into the studio which is good. But I do have a script to finish which-” you heaved a sigh, “I can’t seem to do, so not so good. Don’t you ever get sick of your job?” You asked, completely forgetting who you were talking to. “Right-” you pressed your lips together when you remembered. “Who could get sick of being Captain America?”
“You forget I’m not always Captain America, I’ve had my fair share of bad roles that make doing what I love a bit of a drag.” He reminded you and you sighed again. “Sweetheart, I know your work can get a little taxing but- you are doing what you love to do. Yes, you’ll get the occasional bad job but you’ve also had some really great ones. Shall I take you to your Oscar to remind you how much you love your job?”
“No,” you chuckled. “I’m very aware of how much I love my job, after all-” You looked up at him and planted a kiss on his jaw. “It is what brought us together. Don’t mind me, it’s just hangover me talking. She’s a bit of a bummer.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “drunk you is much more fun.” He took his arm off you as the two of you entered the kitchen. He went over to the coffee pot and poured you a cup, he creamed and sugared it before passing it to you. “Here,” he grabbed the plate of pancakes and bacon he prepared for you and put it in front of you as you took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“I’m sorry I woke you up last night,” you told him after taking a sip of your steaming hot coffee. “I bet you weren’t so happy to see me at such an ungodly hour,” you joked and chuckled softly. “Next time I go out and party without you, take your key from me.”
“Oh stop,” he chuckled. “I’m always happy to see you, you’re my girl- there will never be a bad time to see your beautiful face.” You smiled and he smiled back. “Plus- I’m an actor, ungodly hours are my sweet spot,” he shrugged nonchalantly and you laughed. “You are extremely lucky I made you take that Advil last night,” he pointed out with a smug smile, “otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”
“Can you catch me up on last night?” You placed your cup down and started cutting your pancakes up. “I’m sure I did something stupid, I always seem to do that when I’m drunk. So- what did I do this time?” You asked then forked a chunk of pancake into your mouth.
“You broke your favorite drinking glass,” he told you and your face fell at that new piece of information. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I can get Stan Lee’s team to send another one. I’ll probably ask for a plastic version so you can’t break it after a bender,” he teased and you chuckled. “But that was about it, nothing overly stupid.”
“That doesn’t sound like me, did I say anything stupid?”
“Nope,” he shook his head. “Well- you asked for Fruit Loops but- that’s not that stupid, you’re a bit of an addict when it comes to cereal.” You narrowed your eyes, pondering. “You were drunk off your face, what were you expecting from yourself? Oh- you did strip off your dress in the kitchen. That was fun for me, you were a sight to see.” He teased and you chuckled. “Not one of your best drunk moments but it was a pretty good one.”
“I’m glad you still found me amusing.” You giggled and he nodded, chuckling softly. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask.” You began when the image of the two duffles came back to you. “Why are there two duffles by the door? One of them is mine so- I know it’s not you going on some business trip. Are we going somewhere?” You quizzed.
“I was thinking of taking you to the cabin for the weekend,” he nodded. “I already packed everything and the car’s ready to go. I was just waiting for you to wake up to have breakfast before we leave.”
“For the weekend?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “But it’s Saturday and it’s-” you glanced at the clock. “Ten-thirty. By the time we get out to the cabin, it’ll be like four and we’d be exhausted from the drive. We won’t even spend a full day there 'cause we gotta get back before Monday, so what’s the point?”
“I just feel like it,” he shrugged. “Don’t be a bummer, it’ll be fun. I got a playlist and car snacks and- everything we usually get when we drive out there. Plus- I already called Scott to go out there and set things up for us, if I cancel now- he’s going to be pissed.”
“Chris, I am suffering from a major hangover and I have a script to finish writing. Do you really think now is the best time to go out to the cabin?” You asked and he nodded, smiling. “Can’t we just- go next weekend, or even wait until Christmas to go? We can get our families out there and do a whole thing. It’ll be so much more fun and less time constricted.”
“I can’t wait that long,” he shook his head.
“Why not?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion.
“I just can’t,” he answered vaguely, smiling. “Eat your breakfast while I go sort out the rest of our stuff,” he leaned over the bar top and kissed your cheek before walking out of the kitchen. “We’ll leaving in half an hour so-” he glanced back at you, “do what you need to do, take another Advil if you need.”
“You can call Alex if I don’t finish my script on time!” You called after him and winced at your own loud voice. “Honestly.” You muttered under your breath and continued to eat your breakfast as Chris picked the bags up off the floor and walked them out to the car.
He popped the trunk and unzipped his duffle, pulling away the first layer of his clothes to reveal the Tiffany&Co ring box that he’d been hiding for months now. After last night, he simply couldn’t wait any longer. There was no perfect timing, there was just the perfect person and you were his perfect person. He was ready for what was going to be the best weekend of his life whereas you were completely clueless and unaware of what was yet to come.
Aaaay, get it Bucky boy! So, ahem, anyway… Here’s Part 2 of this absolute piece of trash. Things are going to hot a bit in this one - in more ways than one. Thanks to @buckybabybaby and @emolordisme for enjoying the last chapter. Enjoy!
This is a really great start! Looking forward to more ❤
Bucky settled into the tower quite quickly. He learned fast
to stay out of Tony’s way; even thought the latter had promised good behaviour,
he wasn’t always able to conceal the fact that he didn’t like his company. Aside
from that, Bucky’s confidence grew. He befriended Natasha and Bruce with ease,
and the two of you even grew close.
It probably had something to do with the fact that you were
the first person in the tower he’d properly spoken to, and that you were also
single-handedly responsible him for securing him a roof over his head, but
Bucky really really did like you.
He’d had several attempts at asking you out thwarted – like the
time he left a note telling you that “someone special” was waiting for you at
the bottom of the tower, only for Thor to coincidentally visit.
However, eventually, he’d got you alone and decided to go
back to basics.
“Hey, (y/n), we get on, right?” He said, completely out of the blue. You looked
over the top of your book.
“Yes… Where are you going with this?”
Caught red-handed, Bucky felt his face going a similar
colour. He pulled at the collar of his shirt; God, it’d been so long since he’d
asked a girl out. What had Steve said? He used to be good at this?
“I just… wanted to know if you wanted to get pizza with me.”
“Sure, I’ll get my coat,” you said, closing the cover of your e-reader and
leaving for your room. Bucky blinked. That was easy.
listen – leslie is my heart and soul. he’s been my child for so many years and is so very, very important to me. just knowing that even one person may feel the same is overwhelming in ?? the best way?? just. I’m really emotional rn and I’m gonna keep this part short so I can write some sappy crap about a few very important people below.
@fateddivine. my cheese. my best friend. my sister !! I love you and I know we don’t write often anymore ( lmao all my fault tbh ) but you’re my sharktatorchip always okay ?? you are so strong and so brave and so talented and honestly I’m just really lucky to have you in my life and I can’t wait to see you next spring. also, you’re the one who let me use your email two years ago to make leslie’s blog for the very first time when I was too lazy to make a new one and just … LMAO literally without you there’d be no les ( or me ) so. I just love you sm.
@loveruined. sobs. I still can’t believe we’ve technically known each other for a long ass time yet we didn’t get close until a year or two ago – if I would’ve known the amazing friend I’d have then I’d of wiggled my way into your life sooner tbh. you are one of mine and leslie’s biggest cheerleaders and you’ve always loved him as if he were your own and I can’t tell you how much that means to me. I look up to you so much and I’m so thankful to have met you and one day I really hope we end up on the same corner of the earth again but like a tad bit closer so that we can discuss uni vs college and make poop jokes in person. also jane is both my child and my mom and jamie loves her sm despite acting like a total ass.
@strangewebs. okay, but – you are LITERALLY the reason leslie exists. if it wasn’t for you talking me into bringing him to this hellsite, he might still be just a brain child I only semi-write on paper when the inspo strikes. and can we just talk about ?? how fucking sweet and creative and talented and amazing you are ?? like I don’t think you understand how much I adore you and I feel so honored every day that you’re my friend. you’ve supported me in every direction I’ve tried to take les ( lmao so many ) and you always give me honest feedback and you’re just super duper important to me and I’d fight the world for u.
@alleyspat. mY BRO. holy heck I’m pretty sure we’re just family at this point. we’ve both been through so much since meeting each other and gone through some major changes and I’m just so glad I have you there beside me. you’ve supported me in real life woes as well as writing woes and your talent and dedication to your muses never ceases to astound me. you’re a role model and every time I see your face on my dash or feed it makes me so darn happy. you just ?? you deserve the world. don’t let anyone ever tell you any different.
@serialclown. carling, do you have any idea how much I adore you ?? you are just … so fucking talented and so fucking resilient and so fucking soft and kind and I’m just really honored that we’re as close as we are. you and cutter mean so much to leslie and I both and you’re both a huge part of why this blog is still even here, including the literal reason I brought les back in the first place. you have amazing taste in muses and no matter what your brain tells you, you are one of the most brilliant writers I know. keep your chin up, okay ??
Imagine you and Chris getting an early Christmas surprise.
A/N: Here we go, the epilogue is here. Ugh, that gif just melts my entire heart. Thank you all for following, I really appreciate the love and support. (Here’s to more in the future, when I can think of more ideas. X) I’ll be back to one shots and requests soon, after my brain catches a bit of a break. Master lists will be updated so keep an eye out for that. Anyway, I’ll shut up now and leave you to read. You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C/5D/5E) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist) Enjoy. X
You stood over the sink, staring down at the stick which was yet to tell you if you were pregnant or not. You’d been feeling a little off for a couple weeks now, you just didn’t think it was because you were pregnant again. You’d thought you were coming down with a cold due to exhaustion from the holiday rush and the raging Boston winter, but then you missed your period; that was the moment you realized you and Chris hadn’t been as safe as you’d thought.
It was exciting to think that you were going to have another child, you secretly hoped it was a girl for Chris’ sake; he seemed pretty excited the last time you discuss that possibility. But there was also a part of you that was nervous because you knew what this meant for the two of you; chaos in the household and workplace. The only thing that calmed you was knowing you had Chris by your side and that the two of you were a very good team, it also helped knowing you had a great group of family and friends who were always ready to lend a hand. So while the pregnancy was not planned, the baby was going to be well-received and easily transitioned into your busy lives.
The timer on your phone went off as Chris knocked on the bathroom door; both sounds made you flinch. “You’ve been in there a while, are you okay?” Chris called as you turned the timer off. “Y/N?” He knocked again as you picked up the stick, a smile spread across your lips when you saw that it was positive. “Hey, are you-” He cut himself off when you opened the door; you held the stick behind your back. “What were you doing in there?” He chuckled softly.
“Um- I…” You couldn’t speak, you were so breathless.
“Do you think you can tell me downstairs?” He quizzed, beckoning his head towards the door. “We’re decorating the tree and Jack’s eating more popcorn than he is stringing it.” He started towards to the door but you grabbed his arm, stopping him. “What?” He turned around to face you; his eyes widened when you held the positive test in front of his face. “Oh my God,” he breathed, tears welled in his eyes as he took the test from you to study it. “Is this?” He quizzed and you nodded, smiling. “Are we? Like- really?”
“You’re holding the test in-”
“Yes!” Chris cheered, wrapping his arms tight around you and lifting you off the ground as your arms snaked around his neck. “Oh my God, yes! Yes yes yes!” He spun you in a circle and you laughed, excited he was excited. “Oh my God,” he breathed, lowering you onto the ground but not pulling away from the hug. “We’re going to be parents again, babe.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“Are you kidding me?” He pulled away and cupped your face in his hands. “This is the best early Christmas present ever. I mean-” he ran a hand over his mouth, chuckling. “We’re going to have another baby, Y/N.” Your eyes started to water when you heard him say that, out of pure excitement and joy. “It could be a girl this time, Jack will have a sister and-” The more he thought about it, the more he felt like crying. “I can’t even begin to express how happy I am right now.”
“We’re going to be insanely busy, you know that right?”
“Believe me, I know.” He chuckled. “But we’re going to be fine, we’re an awesome team and we’ve got a great family and great friends who will help us with anything we need. We’re going to be okay,” he assured you, pecking you on the lips. “I promise, everything’s going to be great.” He hugged you again and you smiled, hugging him back. “You’re okay with this, right?” He quizzed when he remembered not that long ago, the two of you’d agreed to wait. “I mean-” he gently pushed you away by the shoulders. “You’re not feeling overwhelmed or on the verge of a panic attack?” He asked, brushing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“No,” you assured him with a shake of your head. “I’m excited about this, I know we said we’d wait but- clearly, the universe doesn’t want us to. Ever since Jack heard that he might have a baby sister, he’s been so excited. He’s been putting aside his favorite toys to give to her whenever she comes along,” you placed your hand against your stomach. “And now she’s on her way.”
“Do you think it could be a girl this time?” He asked, placing his hand over yours. “I’ll love the child no matter the gender, but I would really like for our next child to be a girl.” He told you and you nodded in agreement. “I still can’t believe this, Y/N. We’re going-”
“Daddy, we need more popcorn.” Jack walked into your room with a cheeky grin; it was obvious he’d eaten it all. You both looked at him then back at each other nodding, it was time to break the news to the soon-to-be big brother. “What?” He quizzed, titling his head.
“Mama and I have some great news to tell you,” Chris pulled away from you to pick Jack up. “Do you know how you’ve been asking us about having a baby sister?” He asked Jack and Jack nodded, his eyes wide with excitement. “Well, buddy. Your baby sister is on her way.”
“Really?!” Jack gasped. “When does she get here? Is she going to spend Christmas with us?” You and Chris looked at each other, laughing. “Oh, Daddy! We’ve got to get her presents ready! I’m going to give her my Mickey Mouse hat and my favorite color pencils! Let me go, I need to go wrap them!” He tried to squirm out of his dad’s grip only to have Chris tighten it.
“Buddy,” Chris chuckled, “she’s not going to be here for another eight months.”
“Oh,” Jack’s shoulders slumped. “Well, I guess that gives me more time to prepare her gifts. Can she share a room with me when she gets here?” He asked you and Chris. “I’d love to share a room with my baby sister.”
“Sure, sweetheart.” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “You’re going to be such a great big brother, you know that?” Jack smiled as you rubbed his back. “And you,” you smiled at Chris, “you’re going to be as amazing with her as you already are with him.”
“I love you,” Chris wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you towards him and Jack.
“And I love you,” you smiled and pecked him on the lips.
“And I love the both of you,” Jack pecked both yours and Chris’ cheek, making both of you smile.
With a child as adorable as Jack, you couldn’t wait to see how the next one was going to turn out. Whether the baby was going to be a girl, like you’d all hoped, or a boy, there was no doubt the baby was going to be a great addition to your lovely little family.
Despite the freezing temperatures outside, the hotel room was warm and cozy, with a perfect view to just lay in bed and watch the snow fall all day.
Baby It’s Cold Outside was playing quietly around the room as Dean Winchester and Y/N snuggled under a plush comforter.
“This is so great…” Dean said, pulling her against his body for a hug. “In moments like this, I can almost imagine a world where nightmares are just nightmares and never a reality.”
She knew all too well what he was referring to. She wasn’t a hunter herself, but after her mother and father were murdered by a demon, the young hunter who saved her, she could only recall that his name was John, let her in on the secret of what went bump in the night.
“I would say that maybe one day you’ll have that peace.” Kissing his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, and then his lips, she sighed. “But I know that’s impossible. There’s just too much out there.”
“Which is why…” He smirked and pulled her on top of him so she was straddling his waist. “We should take advantage of this down time. Relax and have some fun.” He slide his hands under her sweater and up her sides before pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. She was left in a sheer pink bra, which happen to be his favorite one.
“You are so naughty.” Giggling, she leaned down to give him a playful kiss, biting his lip before sitting up again. “Sam said he wouldn’t be gone long. What if he walks in on us?”
“He can either wait outside, or stay and watch.” Wiggling his eyebrows at her in a silly manner, he pushed her back so she was laying down now and he was looming over her with a hungry grin. “I want you, Y/N. Now.”
She involuntarily licked her lips. “Yes, Daddy.” A growl sounded from Dean and she slipped his shirt over his head. They quickly helped each other out of their pants and were now just left in their underwear.
Here comes a little smut!
Leaning down he took her nipple into his mouth and bit it carefully. She shivered and closed her eyes, giving herself to him to do with as he seemed fit. He reached underneath her and unclasped her bra and tossed it away. Swirling his tongue around her nipple, he kneaded her other breast with his hand, teasingly pinching that nipple every once in awhile. After a minute or so he switched his mouth to the other breast and his hand to the first.
A soft moan slipped through her lips and he left her breast to kiss down her stomach, to just above the sheer pink panties that matched her bra. “Y/N…” He groaned, taking in just how wet she already was. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…”
Giggling, she gave his hair a tug. “Shut up and get to work Winchester.” She joked, shaking her hips at him.
“Oh, yes ma'am!” Dean gave a cheesy salut before slipping her panties off. He placed a kiss to her, earning himself an impatient moan. He licked her wetness off his lips before throwing her legs over his shoulder pushing his tongue against her.
He licked, kissed, sucked, bit her sensitive skin until she was moaning his name in bliss and he was tasting how sweet she was.
Breathing heavily, Y/N arched her back and he wiped her wetness from his face. Seeing her like this, sweaty and glowing and pleased because of him, made him so hard…
“Please…” She was whispering now, thrusting herself up against him. “I need to feel you…” She opened her eyes and pouted at him. “Hurry up.”
“Alright.” Laughing, he ditched his boxers and positioned himself. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked, just to torture her.
Before she yelled at him, he pushed into her easily and deep. “Good you feel so good.” He kept still for a moment to let her enjoy how full she felt. He knew what his girl liked.
She grabbed him by the hair and jerked his lips to her, not caring if she was being too rough.
He took this as encouragement and began thrusting in and out of her slowly for only a second, his movement quickly taking on a rough motion. She moved her body with his to ensure he was hitting just the right spot.
“Y/N… I’m…” He slipped an arm around her waist to pull her up against him.
“Dean…” She gasped out.
He was about to cum, and was about to pull out…
When all of a sudden the hotel door opened.
All at once, Dean was moaning with Y/N as he came inside her, and Sammy was yelling in surprise as he quickly turned and slammed the door shut.
“What the hell!” He shouted from outside, and the two just began to laugh, smiling happily at each other, completely unembarrassed.
Today is just not my day, so really hope you enjoy this! If you know why it’s titled Son of my Savior, send it in an ask 😁
Can you do 27 and 21 with Juice when you get time to do so :) thank you
for sharing the wonderful writing you do!
“We have to pretend to be married.” “That guy at the bar keeps staring
Love and adoration
was laughing at something Tig said, I put my hand over Juice’s arm to keep
myself steady after the fit of laughter that I just had thanks to the blue eyed
but Juice was far too serious for my liking. I nudged his arm a bit to make him
look at me at least for a few seconds, he looked down to me and smiled a little
after seeing my worried look. Tig said his goodbyes leaving me only with Juice
at the dim bar.
“What’s going on Juice?” I said quietly looking at my friend
with worried eyes, he taking a long drag of his cigarette before moving
slightly off the table we were sharing.
“I’m going to get us another drink” he said slowly never letting his
eyes go off the sight of someone on the back of the bar, I nodded softly and
just waited seating there really bored out of my mind, Juice was not being the
greatest company at the moment and I had no idea why he was acting so pissy all
“We have to pretend to be married” he said
sliding another rum with coke in front of me, I frowned at him immediately and
he looked at me with angry eyes that went soft a few seconds later.
“What the hell is wrong with you today,
Juan Carlos?” I said looking at him, but his sight
was far away from me, looking back at the bar where a tall man with black long
hair was drinking a beer, his eyes quickly moving to both of us and staying on
me for a while.
“That guy at the bar keeps staring at
you.” He said quickly and I nodded with a “so
what?” look in my face, I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t looking for a one night
stand or making out with a random man at the bar, I wanted to have a good time
with my friends. “I don’t want him
staring at you, YN” he said desperately
“Did you took something? Why do you care
if some random guy is looking at me? I’m not leaving with him, that’s not me” I said taking his shaky hand in between mine, he was
pissed and nervous and I felt warm inside at the amount of care he put on me.
“It’s just that…” he said looking at the man once again “Oh fuck it” he
said grabbing my face in between his hands and kissing me slowly “You’re mine
YN” he said before kissing me multiple times slowly “I don’t like other men
looking at you with lust when I look at you with pure love and adoration” he
said softly and I grabbed his face in between my hands, smiling at him widely.
“I thought you’d never said those words to me” I said quietly “I’ve
loved you since we were both kids, you dummy. You think someone who doesn’t
would have stayed after all this time?” I said with a big smile on my face, his
coping my features.
“Maybe we should get married someday” he said and I nodded before kissing him softly once