i was so hot my face is red

Humans are Weird: Spices

Alien: Today in my “Human Studies” book, I’m reading about human foods.

Human: Ooh, cool.

Alien: But I’m not sure this is accurate. It says here that humans purposely ingest a plant high in a pain-causing chemical, capsaicin.

Human: Oh, peppers? Yeah. Spicy.

Alien: But why would you want to eat something that causes you pain?

Human: Some people like the burn. I think it causes the same sort of reaction as drinking alcohol…?

Alien: That activity doesn’t make sense to me either. Can we discuss it after?

Human: Sure.

Alien: So, these “peppers.” Do you enjoy eating them?

Human: Me? Well, not by themselves. But I do like somewhat spicy foods. My brother, though, he likes them much hotter. He’s eaten some really spicy peppers, even ate a ghost pepper by itself.

Alien: Ghost pepper.

Human: Yeah, it’s the spiciest natural pepper. His face got pretty red, and he got the hiccups.

Alien: That… doesn’t sound like a healthy reaction.

Human: It just means that it’s a really spicy pepper. I mean, if I ate one of those, it might kill me, but he was fine.

Alien. Why would it kill you?

Human: Too spicy. You have to have a tolerance for capsaicin or it can literally kill you. And the ghost pepper is so hot that to handle it, you gotta wear gloves.

Alien: Your planet has plants that can KILL people, and which you can’t handle directly, and your brother ATE ONE, by ITSELF??

Human: Yeah.

Alien: …

Human: He says that when he gets desensitized to ghost pepper, he wants a Carolina Reaper.

Alien: I’m almost afraid to ask.

Human: …

Alien: What’s a Carolina Reaper?

Human: A pepper scientifically engineered for spiciness. It’s currently the world’s hottest pepper.

Alien: *stares at human in disbelief*

Alien: *stares at human studies book*

Alien: *stares at human again*

Alien: *whispers to self* How… how are humans real?

Here’s a list of some of my personal favorite Newsies videos.

Ben and his pulled pork

Tommy and Laurie’s red velvet cake, also Andrew

Tommy and his Baby Swiss Cheese

Joab and Adam’s M&M’s with his face, but shh, Bres is sleeping

Ben not doing magic

Corey getting people to admit he’s hot while he’s wearing a pumpkin mask with Obama’s face

Corey can’t remember his lyrics for the life of him

Adam and Mike roast session featuring pit stains

Same LaVon, same

Go and look it up. The poor guy’s head is spinning.

Mike and his broken chair

These are just a few that I have found so far. This may be updated at some point in time.

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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Five Seconds (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)

Word Count: 1,698


“Can I t-talk to you.”

Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.

“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”

There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.

One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.

Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.

Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.

Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.

Five. “I’m s-sorry…”

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Dorm Mates AU
  • Harry and Ron were SUPPOSED to be roommates but Ron fucked up and forgot to request him
  • On move in day Harry bumps into this asshole who’s bitching about someone touching his “imported scarves”
  • Harry doesn’t have a lot to unpack so he’s already set up when that same asshole barges into the room. He doesn’t even notice Harry as he orders the poor volunteers around, telling them how to set up and “that doesn’t go THERE what are you, an animal???”
  • When the storm clears Harry just stands there blinking as Draco finally notices him. He offers him his hand to shake with his signature “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And you are…?”
  • Harry reluctantly takes it. “… Harry Potter”
  • Throughout the school year they’re very short with each other, usually hanging out with other groups. They still respect each others rules and lifestyles within the dorm, but rarely ever talk.
  • One night, late into the year, Draco comes in shit faced drunk while Harry is studying.
  • He starts crawling all over Harry on the bed and ends up laying in his lap talking about how everyone wants to be friends with him because of his father and how sometimes he doesn’t even like the people he hangs out with and stuff like that
  • After his long rant they just kinda sit there and suddenly Draco looks up like “You’re really hot you know that? Like suuuper hot. That’s why all those girls are after you. But you’re so stupid you don’t even realize it. Honestly.”
  • He kinda goes on about how hot Harry is and how sometimes he wants to make out with his stupid face and how the way his expressions are on a day to day basis is practically killing him but then Draco starts falling asleep mid-rant and just passes out on Harry’s lap.
  • Harry just sits there in stunned silence before sliding out from under Draco and going to Rons to spend the night
  • Draco wakes up feeling horrible and he doesn’t remember a lot from the night before. When he sees he’s on Harry’s bed and Harry is gone he starts panicking like “fuck fuck FUCK what did I do??”
  • Later that night Harry comes back and they exchange awkward “heys” before Draco gets all formal saying he’s sorry if he said anything out of term or caused any trouble
  • Harry just laughs like “you’re fine its cute the way you act when you’re drunk”
  • Draco is internally screaming at "cute” but he’s like “nevertheless I should not have imposed you-”
  • Harry interrupts him like “dude enough you don’t have to act so up tight with me I’m not gonna judge you”
  • And after a bunch of back and forth they’re suddenly criss crossed on the floor talking about their stupid aunt and uncle or how strict their houses are and they’re up talking until 2AM and somehow Draco ends up in Harry’s lap again ranting away and Harry is playing with his hair, only stopping when he agrees with something (“RIGHT?? How stupid is that???”)
  • There’s a small pause as they catch their breath and wind down a bit
  • Draco closes his eyes while Harry combs through his bangs before asking “So last night I just ranted about my friends at you?”
  • Harry chuckled and makes a mysterious comment like “among other things”
  • “Like what?” Draco is sweating now oh god what did I say to this beautiful boy
  • “Apparently I’m hot and I don’t even realize it”
  • Draco’s hands are on his face because he’s beet fucking red and Harry is laughing trying to pry them away
  • “don’t worry, don’t worry! I thought it was cute-” “don’t make fun of me!” “I’m not! Really! It was adorable! To be honest, I think everything you do is adorable” “OOHMYGOD PLEASE STOP”
  • and they both act like total fucking dorks until Harry manages to get Draco’s hands out of his face and plants a weird upside down kiss on his lips
  • Harry half-expects him to get embarrassed, but after a beat Draco’s pulling Harry back down with messy kisses and reposition’s himself so he’s straddling Harry’s lap
  • They’re wrapped around each other, Draco holding himself up so he can curve Harry’s head back and force his mouth open
  • Harry’s clawing at his back, about to slide his hands down to grab Draco’s hips when there’s a loud knock on the door (“are you fucking kidding me” goes through both their minds)
  • Ron’s coming from a party, drunk, trying to get Harry to go with him. Harry just takes Ron back to his dorm instead.
  • He expects Draco to be asleep when he gets back, which he is.
  • But on Harry’s bed.
  • Deliberately leaving space for Harry.
  • For the rest of the year they switch off on cuddling and making out with each other on different beds. Ron finds out at the end of the year and is more upset about how he could have half-dormed with them since they had an extra bed than the fact they were secretly dating all that time.

I think I’m in love with muggle AU’s of drarry. Also, make out scenes are my life. Fight me.

frustrating — peter parker

prompt: you and peter both have immense crushes on each other, but say nothing, because best friends aren’t supposed to think about kissing each other

warnings: language and fluff. plus this is super long rip

notes: prompts like this fuck me UP man like I am a sucker for cliché tropes done correctly and in a way that isn’t sexist or toxic. hope you enjoy requests are open! i’m thinking of making a sequel to this bc it’s super cute and I have so much more I want to happen, but y’all can decide if that happens or not :)


Though he hasn’t known you for that long, Peter can’t help but admire you and the person you were constantly. He finds himself thinking about it when his eyes glaze over the room, searching for you landing on you, and he can’t help the corners of his lips tugging up into the softest, most appreciative smile you’ve never seen.

He doesn’t know how, out of the two years you’ve been best friends, you hadn’t notice his wandering gaze and his staring, but he’s glad you don’t catch it. He’s sure that you’d find nothing of it, mainly because that’s just the person you were, but still. There are times when he’d wish you’d notice his eyes poring over your entire being and you’d actually say something to give him an idea of how you feel about him. He doesn’t actually expect you to of course, because by nature you were quite awkward and would never say something that you thought would embarrass you, nor would you ever actually tell him if you liked him. It’s not like he would either.

And it’s not like he thought you would ever like him in the first place.

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BTS React to you (an idol) sitting in their lap during show

@kissesfrombangtanatnight :  Hi! I’m back! I know you possibly have plenty more requests before me, so of course I’ll be patient. I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction to you being in a popular girl group and you’re at an award show and during your solo in the love song, you sit on his lap and sing to him because you’ve always had a crush on him, but no one knew. :)

I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG TO POST. MY LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY LATELY AND WORK HAS BEEN LITERALLY SUCKING MY SOUL OUT OF MY BODY LITTLE BY LITTLE. 

Thank you for being patient, again I’m sorry it’s so late. T_T


Jungkook:

“Woah, what in the world?” “Oh my god what is going on right now?”

He would be so shocked/shy/embarrassed (he’s feeling all of the emotions tbh). He’s not used to someone coming on so strong, and isn’t sure how to react. 

He would be in a daze the rest of the show, constantly asking his hyungs “Did that just happen?”

“She really did that? During her love song?”

“…… hyung, what do you think it means?”

Originally posted by sugutie

Namjoon:

He would find it really attractive. You taking charge and being so ‘in your face’ about it would make a strong impression on him. Even if he hadn’t noticed you before that moment, he definitely notices you now. 

It would make him so giddy and happy. The rest of the show he wouldn’t be able to stop grinning like a fool. 

He would constantly bug the other members about it. 

“She’s pretty. How is she so pretty?”

“Maybe I should make a move? She’s clearly interested.”

“Yah, what company is she from? Are they allowed to date?”

Originally posted by joonjuly

J Hope:

He would be so shook, he would think someone was playing a joke on him. Why else would such a popular girl idol just come up and lay all over his lap? 

“Am I being pranked right now? Is this for real?”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Taehyung:

When you plop down in his lap he would not have a clue what to do. He would just give you those pretty brown puppy eyes and look at you in nervous awe. 

Tae is usually all for music show hi jinks, and likes anything that shakes up the status quo a little bit. He would play along, but underneath it would get to him., you would make his heart flutter. 

He would ask around about you, and the stunt you pulled after the show. 

“Is that part of the routine? Does she do that every performance?”

“No? Then why would she do it to me?”

He would have such crush on you afterward. 

Originally posted by cmtae

Jimin:

This boy would love it so much, honest to god. 

Imagine this: Jiminie’s had a little too much to drink while watching the sets, and he’s flushed and happy, and a little bit horny. 

He would play it up and give you his best sexy smirk, before leaning in and beginning to ask “Is my lap comfortable? You know what else is just as comfortable? My face.”

Originally posted by amsimaria

Jin:

You expect him to exaggerate and do something funny in return, because Jin is the KING of drama and comedy. 

He doesn’t react how you think though. He becomes shy and politely just sits there, face blushing bright red. 

“Can you believe she did that? My face was so hot I thought it was going to melt off.”

He wouldn’t be able to stop blushing, and would just be speechless the rest of the night. 

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Yoongi: 

You would think he would be put off or irritated, because Yoongi has self proclaimed that he doesn’t need a girlfriend/ doesn’t have time for that stuff. 

However he would be such a fluff-ball about it. Yoongi is a simple man, and like all simple men he likes a pretty girl. 

So you sitting in his lap would not be a hindrance. 

“This awards show has been amazing.”

“I hope she’s at the next one, might actually make it worth going to.” 

Originally posted by sugagifs

Perfect

Pairing: Destiel
Tags: High School AU, smut, friends to lovers
Prompt: 52.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”
Note: This was a prompt from a long time ago that I owe to @pretentiosity and @mishackl …..hope you like it an sorry it took forever!! <3

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“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!”

Dean rolled his eyes and shoved Cas’s shoulder, making the shorter teen stumble a bit, “Shut up, Cas.” Cas laughed and straightened his backpack, “You know I hate when you do that.”

Cas ran a hand through his dark hair, “And you know I hate when you act like you accidentally saying ‘fag’ is going to hurt my feelings. I’m gay, Dean, it’s not a secret or anything.”

“I know you’re gay, Cas, but I shouldn’t have said that word,” Dean mumbled, keeping his eyes on the pavement, “I just feel bad talking about it around my dad because you know how he is and-”

Cas steps in front of Dean and places a hand on the taller boy’s chest, Dean’s eyes meet his and Cas falls in love all over again, “I said, it’s fine, Dean,” he repeats, a little slower so that it actually gets through the boys thick skull, “Okay?”

Dean nods and Cas can’t find it in himself to move his hand away from his best friends warm chest, where he can feel his strong heart beat and the way it flutters when he stares at his lips, “Cas?”

“Hm?” Cas shakes his head and pulls his hand away, clearing his throat and punching Dean’s chest to cover the awkward moment, “What do ya’ say we go and get ice cream and junk before we head to my house?”

Dean smiles, and Cas looks away before he stares again, “Yeah, let’s go…” he says as he goes off on a tangent about how it’s been forever since he’s had junk good, when in reality, Cas knows he’s had plenty. Because maybe Cas stays up and makes extra chocolate chip cookies to bring to school for Dean at lunch every Friday, and maybe it’s just to see that bright-eyed smile as he stuffs his cheeks so full he looks like a chipmunk.

Cas has been in love with Dean since the sixth grade and Cas came out in the eighth. He’d been dreading telling Dean because he already knew Mr. Winchester wasn’t the most gay-friendly man, but when he told Dean, the boy just smiled and thanked him for telling him. Cas figured he already knew.

-

“Captain America and Bucky are totally banging.”

Cas nearly chokes on his popcorn and turns to see Dean laughing at him, “What?”

Dean shrugs and pops a handful of popcorn in his mouth, “You don’t think so?”

Cas glances back at the screen and then back to his friend whose cheeks have turned pink, “No, I-I definitely think so, just…you do?”

Once again, Dean shrugs, “Yeah?”

Cas just smiles and shakes his head, turning back to the movie and trying not to focus on the feeling of Dean’s thigh pressed to his. The movie ends finishes and after finishing up the popcorn, they go up to Cas’s room and smoke a little, just enough to get a slight buzz. 

Dean’s smiling and talking about how much he loves Captain America, when he stops and looks at Cas, his head cocked in a way that makes Cas just die a little inside.

“He’s hot right? Captain America?”

Cas’s a little too relaxed to really react, but he nods, “Definitely.”

Dean smiles and starts to giggle, flopping down onto the bed next to Cas, their heads hanging off the side of the bed, “I’d totally let him fuck me.”

Cas pauses for a moment and lets that sink in before he turns and locks eyes with Dean, “What?”

“What’s it like?” Dean asks, and they both sit up, a little dizzy at the rush.

“What’s what like?”

Dean licks his lips and hesitates for a moment, “Kissing a guy.”

Cas’s breath hitches and he finds himself looking at Dean’s lips again, “It’s just…amazing.” Cas smiles, laughing a little, “Worth all the shit I get for being gay, that’s for sure.”

Dean smiles a little, and it’s a soft, happy smile that Cas loves seeing on his face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cas nods, swallowing and clearing his throat, “Uh, why’d you ask?”

It was Dean’s turn to clear his throat, “Just…you know, it’s, I was just curious.”

Cas moves a little closer and licks his lips, “Do you….Dean do you think…” he swallows and “Don’t get pissed at me,” he says, and Dean’s lip twitches, “but…do you…do you think you like…guys?”

“What? Cas, I’m not gay I-”

“Dean,” Cas interrupts before his friend gets any angrier, “There’s other…you could be bisexual or-”

“Bi-what?”

“It means you like guys and girls…” Cas said, watching Dean’s face for a reaction, and when his face relaxed, Cas continued, “Do you…is that why you…I mean, you did say you wanted Captain America to fuck you,” he laughed a little, trying to ease the tension, “And I know you like girls so….I mean, it’s not a bad thing, Dean.”

Dean looked down at the Star Wars blanket on Cas’s bed, “You kind of ruined my buzz.” he mumbles, and Cas smiles a little when Dean looks back up at him, “So you…I mean, you’re not bisexual, though, right? You’re just-you like guys?”

Cas chuckled this time and nodded, a blush hot on his cheeks, “Yeah, Dean, I only like guys.”

With a nod, Dean gives Cas a small smile, “Thanks, I guess.” Cas nods and silence fills the room.

“Did you, um, is that why you asked what it was like to kiss a guy?”

Dean’s face flushes red he clears his throat, “No, I mean, yeah, I just,” he shakes his head and looks back up at Cas, licking his lips, “It’s really…Looks nice.”

Cas’s heart is pounding and he swears Dean can hear it, “It is.” he swallows, looking down at Dean’s lips, “Did you-did you have anyone in mind? Other than Captain America?”

Dean smiles a little and Cas can’t take his eyes of his lips, “Chris Evans isn’t available, huh?” he jokes, and Cas watches his throat work before looking up into his eyes that are suddenly a little closer.

“Promise not to punch me?” Cas whispers, eyes locked on Dean’s.

“Yeah.” Dean breathes, “I promise.”

Cas glances at his lips then back to Dean’s eyes and takes a leap of faith and leans forward to press his lips to his. 

They’re even softer than he had imagined (he’d imagined a lot) and he wants to cry when Dean presses back. Cas reaches up with a trembling hand and places it on the back of his friend’s neck, angling his head to kiss him a little harder.

Dean makes a noise in the back of his throat and Cas pulls back, only for Dean to grab him by his shirt and whisper against his mouth, “Don’t stop.”

With a hitch in his breath, Cas goes back to kissing Dean, angling his head and parting his lips, sucking Dean’s plump bottom lip into his mouth and moaning along with Dean. Dean’s hand comes up and slides up his chest, and Cas licks into his mouth. Dean moans and pulls Cas even closer, and sooner than later, Cas finds himself in Dean’s lap, kissing him deeply as the other boy runs his fingers through this hair.

Cas pulls away when he finds himself grinding down onto Dean’s lap, surprised when he finds his friend as hard as he is, “Dean, what are we-”

“Cas,” Dean cuts him off, pulling him close and kissing him again, “I know you-I know you want me.” he says, and Cas blushes, but he’s too strung out to care, so he nods his head, “And I want you, want you so bad.”

Cas lets out a whimper and grinds back down on to Dean, letting the other boy kiss and suck at his neck while his fingers dig into his ass, “Fuck, Dean.” he breathes, feeling like he could come just like this.

Dean pants against his neck and pulls back to help Cas get his shirt off, immediately kissing his smooth, pale chest. His hand’s ghost up Cas’s back as his mouth latches onto a nipple. After Dean’s kissed every inch of his body, Cas gets Dean’s shirt off and slides down to do the same, and he’s pleased to find out that Dean’s nipples are just as sensitive, if not more. When he gets to his hips, Dean pulls Cas back up and kisses him again, and Cas moans when Dean hesitantly palms him through his jeans.

“I’ve never, I don’t know how-”

“You’re perfect,” Cas whispers, “Just do what you like.”

Dean swallows and nods, and after a lot more kissing, they both get out of their jeans and boxers. Cas moans at the sight of Dean’s perfect cock, and he cries out when Dean pulls him down and their cocks rub together. Dean’s panting and grinding up hard against Cas, gripping his ass and thrusting. Cas feels like he can’t breathe but he doesn’t want to stop kissing Dean.

“Cas, fuck.” Dean breathes, palming Cas’s smooth ass while he kisses him.

Cas nips at Dean’s bottom lip and pulls back, looking into his friend’s eyes and slowing they’re grinding, he reaches down between the two of them and taking both their cocks in his large hand. Dean’s back arches when their cocks are lined up and Cas watches with rapt amazement at the beautiful boy beneath him.

“You’re perfect, so beautiful,” Cas mumbles, beginning to stroke their cocks together, “Shit.”

Dean’s thrusting with each tug and his eyes shut when Cas’s thumb swirls over their slits. Cas’s balls drag over Dean’s as they move and he can’t help but stroke faster.

Dean’s perfect chest is rising and falling rapidly, and his face is a picture of pleasure; brows pulled together, mouth parted, and Cas wishes he could take a picture. 

It’s his turn to stutter when Dean’s hands find his hips and he flips them over, shocking Cas when he leans down to kiss him hard. Dean takes over and starts stroking their cocks, and Cas comes, unable to hold back as he looks up at Dean’s who’s stroking his cock.

Dean pulls his hand away and watches Cas gasp and moan with his .eyes on Dean the whole time, and then he’s stroking his own cock until he’s coming all over Cas’s stomach and spent cock. His head is thrown back and Cas wants to taste Dean’s come so bad, but he doesn’t want to push him.

When Dean comes back to himself, he looks down at the mess on Cas’s stomach and then back up to his friend. Cas watches as Dean’s face melts into one he’s seen before, like when his Dad told him he was a disappointment for not starting the first game of the season.

“Dean?” Cas asks quietly, and he’s sitting up when Dean grabs his boxers and bolts to the bathroom.

Cas is stunned and he looks down at his stomach and the cooling come and feels disgusting. He reaches down for a shirt and wipes himself off, pulling on his boxers and sits on the bed, thinking over what just happened. He hears the sink turn on and off and then he swears he hears Dean curse.

After what feels like hours, Cas gets up and walks over to the door, knocking once before opening it. Dean’s sitting on the bathtub’s edge looking up at Cas with wet eyes, and Cas wants to tell him he still looks beautiful.

“I”m sorry,” Dean says weakly, “Cas I didn’t, I’m so sorry, man I shouldn’t have-”

“Dean?” Cas says, walking up and kneeling in front of his friend, “Why are you apologizing?”

Dean stares at Cas like he’s lost his mind and a tear falls down his freckled cheek, “I just-I didn’t even ask and then I just-”

Cas takes a risk and kisses him, pressing harder when Dean hesitates, until they both melt into it. He pulls away and brushes his thumb over Dean’s cheekbone until he opens his eyes, “I never want you to apologize for kissing me or any of that other stuff.” he mumbles, and can’t help but press another kiss to his lips, “You’re perfect.”

“Cas,” Dean whispers, “Stop saying that, you know I’m not.”

“You are.” Cas says instead, and Dean gives him a glare that makes him smile, “I’ve always thought you were perfect.”

Dean sits there silently while Cas soothes him with small touches, his eyes fluttering shut after a while before he leans into kiss Cas, “You’re perfect too.” he says quietly, the blush on his cheeks making his freckles, Cas loves so much, stand out more.

Cas smiles slightly, blushing until he sees Dean’s face fall, “What?”

“I just…” he licks his lips and looks into Cas’s eyes, “We’re still…we’re still friends, right? We can be boyfriends and friends?”

Cas stares at his friend in shock before he smiles brightly, pulling Dean down with him until they both land on the floor, thankfully covered by a rug. Cas laughs while he kisses Dean and soon enough they’re both chuckling. Dean ends up beneath Cas, smiling up at him as Dean smiles back, his eyes wide and bright.

“You called me your boyfriend,” Cas says, his smile only falling a little, eyes still locked on Dean’s green orbs.

Dean blushes and Cas watches his eyes move over Cas’s face, “Is that okay?”

Cas laughs and pulls Dean in for another kiss, one that makes both of their boxers tent, “More than okay.”

Smirking, Dean’s hand trails down Cas’s side, “Is it perfect?”

Cas smiles and kisses Dean again, mumbling against his mouth, “Shut up.”

more au ideas no one asked for
  • “you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au
  • “i’m a biker and one day i was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you’re so goddamn cute i accidentally steered into a pole and now you’re giving me first aid (holy shit you’re even cuter up close)” au
    • “you’re biking through my neighborhood and you ran into a pole so now i’m really concerned and patching you up, oh my gosh you’re really hot even though you have a bloody nose” au
  • “i’m at a karaoke bar and i’m sober enough to realize that your voice singing my absolute favorite song is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard, and you caught me staring and winked at me oh shit” au
  • “you fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane ride and i would ask you to move but you look so comfy and adorable when you sleep. also you smell really good and the feeling of your breath on my skin is somewhat relaxing, maybe we can go out to lunch in this shitty airport when you wake up?” au
  • “you’re so perfect and i’m in love with you but i’ve never actually met you and you keep avoiding meeting up, so i called nev and max to help me figure out whether or not you’re catfishing me” au
    • “whoa it turns out you were actually just super shy and you’re even cuter in person pls kiss me in front of all these cameras” au to followup with that
  • “i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au
  • “you invited me to your brother’s/sister’s wedding as a plus one bc we’re hella best friends but we end up making out at the afterparty and now everyone thinks we’re fucking so uh,, u wanna go out for a drink sometime? try this whole couple thing out?” au
  • “my sister tried to set me up with her friend but little does she know that i am hella gay and i end up falling in love with her smoking hot brother, and whenever i hang at her place we always tell my sister that it’s for a date when really she’s now just trying to set me up with her brother” au
    • (this can be tweaked in any way to fit your otp :p)
  • “i’m one of those talk show stars that walks up to random people on the streets and asks them really obscure questions, and you’re really cute and camera shy and i’m sorry but it’s adorable how you stutter when you’re nervous, uh, perhaps when there aren’t so many cameras surrounding me i can buy you a drink?” au
    • “you just came up to me on the street and asked where the weirdest place i had sex was and i’m assuming it’s for one of those talk show things, but i’m really nervous because you’re really really hot in that suit holy shit” au
  • “will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit” au
  • “my mom/sister/dad/brother/best friend doesn’t know we’re dating but one day he/she/they walked in on us making out and started cheering oh my god this is so embarrassing i’m so sorry” au
  • “you have fire powers and i have ice powers and one day you save my ass and even though we’re supposed to be rivals, you’re actually really really cute and warm can i just stay in your arms forever bc i am perpetually cold” au
    • “you have ice powers and i have fire powers and i save your sorry ass from getting hurt/killed, okay i know we’re supposed to be rivals according to every legend ever but you’re adorable and wow you’re really cold, would you like me to warm you up?” au
  • “i’m so sorry i’ve been stowing away on your ship but i’m lonely and tired and starving with nowhere to go so please take pity on my poor soul bc you’re the sweetest pirate i have ever met and since we’re in the middle of the ocean now there’s no way you’re taking me back to land anytime soon” au
    • “i would be furious at you for stowing away on my ship if it weren’t for the fact that you look really sick and sad can i help you” au
  • “dude why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me” au
  • “I’m an elf with really bad aim so while hunting i accidentally shot you in the shoulder with an arrow i’m so sorry can i make it up to you in any way? oh shit you’re a wizard, please don’t turn me into a frog i’ll do anything you want me to” au
  • “we’re coworkers and all the other employees ship us so just for fun we all go out clubbing/to a bar but little do we know its actually a plot they set up to get us to realize our supposed love for each other. wait you’re actually a really good dancer and your laugh is so endearing and, holy shit, maybe our colleagues were right” au
  • “i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au
    • (cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au
  • “we’re partners in cupcake wars and i never realized how cute you look with frosting on your face until now but no distractions, we have to fucking pummel these other teams because we are the best goddamn cupcake company in the universe WE CAN DO THIS” au
  • “i’m swimming laps in a lake alone at night and i thought no one else was here but i just swam right into you and uh?? you’re not wearing a shirt and you’re hot as hell pl ease take me right here” au
  • “i took you to my family’s lakehouse and we went jetskiing which you were so adorably excited about b/c you’ve never been, and when we drove around on the water at ungodly speeds u held onto me b/c there was nothing else to hold onto” au
  • “my friends dared me to buy 20 condoms but i didn’t realize that the cute cashier would be working tonight so i avoided eye contact as i piled them onto the counter and please stop laughing so hard, oh my god it’s for a dare okay i’ve never had sex in my life and once you stopped laughing, i swear i fell in love with that sparkle in your eye as you grinned wildly at me and asked me out for a drink” au
  • “i accidentally called the wrong skype number and it turns out the person i called was you and you’re in a different time zone, so it’s 3am where you are and you just woke up and look fucking pissed but you’re cute so… let’s do this again when you’re not asleep. i’m more than willing to stay up into the dead of night to talk to you” au
  • “i’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me i’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad (see: welcome to night vale)” au
Heart on the Line (part 6)

Masterlist


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1114

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Cabin//pt.3

(I’ve spent more time looking for a picture/gif for this than actually writing this. My fingers got a goddamn workout from scrolling for the past couple hours and I swear I’ve seen every BBH pic on the internet now. Just think about that chair as the dining room table chair, and he’s got the smirk I guess so… here)

genre: smut, fluff, friend!au,

warning: Eating out, graphic smut, A (kind of) HELLA TWIST, Baekhyun still being a goddamn tease like always.

length: I guess It’s a pretty good length

Authors note: SO THE SMUT BEGINS. A lot of you requested that the smut begins in this chapter, but a lot of you also requested that it didn’t so I thought I would meet you guys half way and give you something a little spicy to hold you off till the next chapter. Please don’t be afraid to leave recommendations or requests for what you want to see in later chapters in my ask box along with other smuts, fluffs, reactions, etc. Enjoy!

pt: 1 // 2 // 3

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“You know you sleep talk.”

Oh no, oh no. You’ve been sleep talking since you were about ten years old, and everything that ever comes out is either gibberish, or your actual thoughts, especially when asked questions.

You laugh, although it comes off shakier than you would have liked. “Oh yeah, I once had a twenty minute conversation with my mom about why fidget spinners caused the cold war.” You walk towards the dining room table, trying to put on the best poker face you can manage, “wh-what did I say?” Good job y/n, now he knows you’re nervous.

He gives a little chuckle then slowly glides towards you, sitting in the seat just opposite. “We’ll…” he looks to the ceiling as if he’s trying to remember. “At first you were randomly talking about ‘the large cheeto man with a comb over’ and I assumed that you meant Donald Trump, so I asked you if you were talking about Donald Trump you said, 'Ah yes, he is a very large cheeto indeed.’” He takes a sip of his soda, “And when you answered my first question, I thought I might as well ask you some other questions.” Your eyes are wide and fingers gripping tightly to the bottom of the wooden chair. He see’s your panicked expression and gives you a sweet smile, continuing. “So I asked you, 'What’s your favorite thing about Baekhyun?’” Oh my god, OH MY GOD. “And you immediately said 'his smile’ and I thought that was really adorable, but then you sleepishly decided to continue,” You grip your chair harder, knuckles turning white. “'His smile, and oh god his hands? have you seen his hands? They’re sculpted by God himself, just like the rest of his body. But that smile, that smile is the best goddamn thing on this Earth. Oh and his singing voice. I can listen to him sing to me for the rest of my life.’” You slouch down in your chair, closing your eyes to avoid eye contact from the everlasting embarrassment that is now engorging you. “And when you’re finally finished about going on and on about my smile and how you can look at it all day and night, I asked, 'So what do you think about Baekhyun as a person?’ and you hesitated for a second so I thought you were awake,” he laughs “but then you rambled about how I was an ass for like 5 years to you and then you said,” You hear him take a sip, this time his voice turns a little more serious as he continues. You can practically feel his eyes burning through you even with yours being closed. “'Baekhyun is easy to fall in love with, especially when he’s your neighbor.’” Your eyes shoot open and meet with his immediately, “'The Baekhyun you fall in love with isn’t the Baekhyun that is an asshole to you everyday, but the Baekhyun you see behind his window. The Baekhyun that you see smiling and singing and being himself from a distance.’” You’re in shock, you didn’t even know you could comprehend sentences while you’re sleep talking, let alone confess this hardcore to Baekhyun. “It gave me quite a shock I do have to admit,” he gives you a nervous laugh.

You squeeze your eyes shut again in pure  embarrassment, “Baekhyun you weren’t supposed to hear any of that I’m sorry.” Your words come out fast and high pitched.

“It’s okay, really. I just thought it was funny?” He gives you a little shrug before you stand, heading towards the fridge for some orange juice, your throat is extremely dry.

Baekhyun trails behind you so he can sit at the kitchen island, “Is my smile really that great?” You hear him say playfully behind you.

“Yah! Baek shut up!” You say turning around to give him a dirty look, though it comes off more innocent than anything, you look more like a pissed off 7 year old.

“Baek? I like that.” He smiles widely, obviously trying to smile as much as he can now.

You roll your eyes at him and pour yourself a glass of orange juice drinking it slowly so you can coat your dry throat.

“So you actually wanted to die when I walked out of the bathroom in only a towel?”

You choke on your orange juice.

“Wh-what?”

“You said that you wanted to die when I came out of the bathroom because 'his body is so heavenly I had to run to the room just to get some air.’” He says in a mock voice, “OH! And I knew that you were staring at me while I slept the other night! You admitted it!”

You didn’t even know what to do. Do you run? Or laugh along? No, instead your body decides to do the most extra thing it can think of by squatting down behind the counter so he couldn’t see you.

“Ah it’s okay y/n, I know my lips are plump and exquisite under the moonlight.”

“Oh my god.” Was all you could whisper to yourself.

When you stood up from your awkward counter squat, your face was as red as a tomato.

“I didn’t think you found me so hot y/n.” He winks at you, taking another long sip from his soda.

You took a long sigh and looked skyward. Why the hell is this happening to you? This could have happened any other time, but no, it had to happen when you’re stuck in a cabin with Baekhyun for another 4 days.

“I’m gonna um… take a nap.” You say, pointing in the direction of the room before dragging your body down the hallway.

Just as you entered and started to close it, Baekhyun squeezed through and pushed you up against the door with one hand, the other settling right next to your head, trapping you.

“I wasn’t finished.” His voice came out deeper than usual.

He pushed towards you, lips almost touching as he whispered, “Did you like watching me get off to you?” You gasp and quickly look down at the floor.

He moves his head to the right, attaching his loft lips to your neck.

Your body is completely still, unable to move even if you wanted to.

He continues, “You kept going on about how nice my 'long thick cock looked in my hand as I was pulling it at the thought of you.’” The hand that was placed next to your head starts brushing your hair out of the way so he could lick up the shell of your ear, stopping to slowly suck on your lobe, “You were touching yourself on the other side of the door while you watched me cum at the thought of you?"Your thighs clench hard under the sound of his voice in your ear.

"Well?” He leaves an open mouth kiss on the spot under your ear, “Is it true?”
Not know what else to say, you nod your head and whisper a slow, “yes.”

His lips are on yours. His kiss is soft yet dominating as he licks your lower lip asking for entrance. Your tongues start battling for dominance, eventually submitting to him.

You thread your hands through his brown locks as he pulls your waist against him, clashing your bodies together. You submit completely into his touch, growing impatient as the feeling of his member becomes more and more prominent on your thigh.

Lifting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He turns around and starts to walk towards the bed laying you down, resting in between your open legs as you continue your rough make out.

Both hands start to travel up your shirt, slowly lifting it to see how you would react, “can I?” He breaths, breaking away from your lips for only a second. As soon as you nod the cloth is discarded from your body and thrown somewhere in the room in one swift movement.

He starts kissing down your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone, sucking lightly in places and swirling his tongue on the sensitive skin.

“Baekhyun.” You whimpered impatiently.

He gave your collarbones on last kiss before moving down to your bra. His right hand dug underneath you and unclasped it, removing it as swiftly as your shirt.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He says lightly before taking your right nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes your mouth, arching against him as he uses his hand to need the other. He took your nipple in between his teeth, biting down only slightly so you would get a mixture of both pleasure and sweet pain, earning him a loud moan from you before doing the same to the other.

He starts to move downwards, placing open mouth kisses on your torso, stopping at the hem of your shorts.

He looks up at you for approval, his fingers rubbing up and down your sides, similarly to how he was doing in the lake earlier this morning.

You nod rapidly “Yes, Baek please.”

His long fingers hook in the hem of your shorts, pulling them down your legs, keeping eye contact with you. His hands caress your thighs, opening them so now his face was only inches away from your core.

He smirks up at you, seeing just how badly you want him by the pool of wetness showing through your panties. You squirm at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your clit.

“So wet. Is this all for me?” He smirks while pulling your panties down your legs.You whimper an almost silent yes, anticipating his next move.
He kisses your inner thighs, giving them small bites occasionally, marking you. He licks your outer lips up and down, never coming in contact with where you need him most.

“Baekhyun,” you pant “stop teasing, please.” lifting your hips in the slightest.

His deep laugh radiates through you “so needy.”

You sit up on your elbows, eyes fluttering shut when he finally gives your nub a small kiss, licking a stripe from your slit up, sweeping his tongue side to side as he reaches your clit.

You moan, hips bucking up to meet his face. He smirks up at you before wrapping his hands around your thighs to pin you down. You fall back against the pillow as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly.

Moans and Baekhyun’s name tumble out of your mouth, eyes squeezed shut feeling only the pleasure his mouth is bringing you while grabbing a fist full of his hair, earning you a deep groan from him.

He adds a finger, entering it half way before pulling it out again. You whine, looking down at him, eyes pleading for him to stop teasing. He complies by entering his long finger, curling it immediately to hit your spot.
You gasp at the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he adds a second digit. His fingers work fast, going in and out at a speed that matches with his tongue movements on your clit. Your moans become louder and louder, sweat and euphoria coat your body, feeling a heat begin to rise in your stomach.

“B-Baekhyun I-I-I’m gonna…” you can barely get the words out.
He takes his other hand and spreads your lips wider so your clit is isolated before sucking hard and bringing his tongue down in circles, giving you that last push to cum. Screaming his name, your orgasm rips through you, your body feeling only pure ecstasy. His lips and fingers continue, riding out your orgasm before driving you over the edge.

“Too-too much.” You whimper out, grabbing his hand.

He stops his movements, moving up your body to catch your lips. He sucks and bites down on your lower lip, pulling away slightly. He grabs your leg, wrapping it around his waist so he could press his clothed member against you. You moan into his mouth, feeling how hard he is.

In a sudden moment you hear the familiar click of the front door being unlocked and pushed open.

You both look at each other with panic.

With energy it seems like you harnessed from the sun, you roll off the bed and put on your clothes in light speed.

You turn to Baekhyun while hopping into your shorts “Stay here and pretend like you’re taking a nap.” You whisper.

He gives you a wink and a thumbs up before climbing into bed, turning away from the door.

You walk down the hallway into the living room to see your mom looking down at the mess you and Baekhyun had forgotten to clean last night sitting on the coffee table.

She looks up at you. “Hi sweetheart.” moving towards you to embrace you in a hug.

“Hi mom." You say while trying to hide the breathlessness in your voice as you hug her back, "I thought you guys were gonna stay for the retreat?” You give her the most innocent look you can possibly make.

She smiles, “Yeah, we still are. I just wanted to come and check up on you guys, make sure you’re okay. And I forgot my phone charger here and have been having to use your fathers, so I might as well come get that too.”

“Yeah were doing fine.” Steady your breath y/n. “Baekhyun’s asleep.” You say, giving a fake eye roll.

“Has he lightened up? You know, since we left?” The concern in her protruding through her smile, “I’m sorry, I know you two really don’t get along.”

"Yeah yeah don’t worry Mom, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.”

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Stay tuned for part 4, It might get a little spicier ;)

All Yours (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2116

Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff

Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.

A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!

I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.

I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.

My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.

“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.

“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.

“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.

“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.

“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.

“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.

I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.

“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.


KINDA SMUTTY PART KIDS

I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.

“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.

Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.

He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss. 

“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.

“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”

KINDA SMUTTY PART OVER


Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.

“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.

“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.

“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.

“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.

“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.

Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before. 

“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.

This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.

“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.

“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.

“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.

“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.

“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.

I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric. 

I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.

“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.

I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.


“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.

“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.

Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.

I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”

Jason: I fucking hate all of you. I hope you get lung cancer. I hope you get an alien std. I get nauseous looking at your ugly faces I hope you get kidnapped so I don’t have to look at you.

Random Hot Guy: [winks at Tim]

Jason: That’s my brother you sonuvabitch I sweAr to jESuS fuCkiNg cHriSt do not even think about touching him you fucking creep I have a gun and I will sHOvE it up your bitch ass and blow your fucking shit out of your mouth don’t even think about him you shitstain.

DUFF (CHAPTER 3)

Originally posted by nnochu

Chapter 3

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

 ╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


As soon as I stepped into the house, I knew I would regret it. The music was so loud, I could feel the bass pounding through my chest. The living room was crammed full with people, and the thought of actually having to walk into that was giving me anxiety. But just remembering that this was Yoongi’s house was making my stomach do summersaults.

“Y/n, lighten up will you? It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun.” Lisa said, snaking her arm over my shoulder.

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wanna one as things i've heard at my school
  • Daniel: i had a dream where i let a bunch of cats out in ikea and everything kinda broke lose. it was catastrophic
  • Jihoon: looking forward to summer so i don't have to deal with you guys and your ugly lives.
  • Daehwi: i went on vacation for two weeks and the only part i remember is seeing a dog eat a corn on the cob.
  • Jaehwan: i'm not saying that you should all date me because i'm a sweetie pie but you should all date me because i am a fucking sweetie pie.
  • Seongwoo: you aren't born with a perfect face. i mean unless you're me.
  • Woojin: sometimes i think about what it would be like if everyone just like... stopped.
  • Guanlin: i have eaten nothing but hot pockets and red bull for 24 hours i have reached god level, i am unstoppable.
  • Jisung: it costs so much money to die man, like i can't even get a job how am i gonna pay 30000 dollars to die?
  • Minhyun: i live through my sims. like can i cook? fuck no! but you bet that my sim is the best fucking cook you've ever seen.
  • Jinyoung: did you know that pigeons delivered the results for olympic games? like imagine if they got the winner wrong and they have to send another pigeon and it flies in like "squawk squawk bitch you thought."
  • Sungwoon: when it's raining i just think about who hurt the cloud. why are you crying sweetie?
public teasing/sexually confident Evan headcannons

……..here we go again (nsfw obv);

-Evan is like surprisingly into teasing you

-and he’s super good at it

-he’s so smol so he’s really good at playing innocent

-like he’ll put his hand on your thigh or he’ll squeeze your ass and you’ll be like

‘EVAN!!’

-and he acts super super pure and pouts

‘what?’

-AND YOU KNOW HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING BUT IT’S HARD TO BE MAD

-he has d e f i n e t l y leaned over and whispered something along the lines of

‘You don’t know how hard is it for me to keep my hands off of you right now. You look so sexy.’

-he will pull shit like this basically anywhere anytime 

 -watching a movie? he’ll start giving you little pecks on your cheeks -and then he starts to get more ~scandalous~ and starts to kiss down your jawline and your neck

 -you shove him off because yOU’RE TRYING TO WATCH THE MOVIE, EVAN

 -he pretends to be very hurt and he scoots away from you and sulks in the corner -you see him from the corner of your eye, and you roll your eyes -and you move next to him and put your head on his shoulder

 -he puts his hand on your inner thigh and just rubs circles on your skin

 -of course now you’re squirming around in the seat 

 -and he’s like 

 'you’re gonna distract me from the movie, babe’

 -you shoot him a death glare

 -he’s just a massive tease sometimes

 -you’ll be at dinner with Heidi and you’re talking about how you and Evan are planning to move in together after highschoo

l -Evan is bored so he just starts playing with your hair

 -when his mom isn’t looking at you he like yanks a fistful of your hair

 -sometimes he just does it mid-sentence 

-and you like let out a tiny weird cough

 -and Heidi asks if you’re okay 

 -'more than okay, Ms. Hansen' 

 -Evan pulls your hair again and you like c h o k e on air

 -and then he kisses you in the cheek and you can feel the his smirk 

 -after a few minutes he’ll make up some excuse as to why you need to leave

 -he refuses to acknowledge the teasing while you two are in the car

 -'ev why do you always do this to me?’

 'do what?' 

 'you know what, dumb dumb' 

 'you’re cute’

 'thanks but that doesn’t answer my question’

 'I love you so much’

 -if you’re hanging out with jared and he starts making sexual jokes about you, evan will touch you as intimately as possible in whatever situation you’re in 

 -like if jared jokingly says something like

 'if you ever get tired of good ol’ Evan over here, just know my door is always open, y/n. i wouldn’t mind making you scream' 

 -EVAN WILL GRIP YOUR THIGH SO HARD

 -if he can slip a finger into your pants, he will 

 -if he can start fingering you, he will 

 -and he goes h a r d

 -like he’s taking out his anger on you

 -and you have to try really hard to suppress a moan and your face goes super red 

 -and Jared’s like

 'hmm you’re blushing. guess you wouldn’t mind it either. i think y/n has the hots for me, hansen

 -and you open your mouth to say something but like nothing comes out

-and then jared kinda looks down and he can see some movement

 -and his eyes widen as he realizes what’s happening

 -he mumbles 'Jesus Christ’

 -and you’re like 

 'I don’t think I’m ever gonna get tired of Ev, Jared. But thanks for the offer' 

 -jared chuckles awkwardly and leaves

 -Evan will turn to you and kiss you so hard oh my god

 -he’s so loving and sweet but when he’s jealous he is so demanding

 -like he needs you to know that you’re his and that you don’t want anyone else

 -because he’s insecure

-connor tells you two to get a room like a l l of the time

-like sometimes you’re not even doing anything ad connor just

‘get a fucking room you two’

‘wE’RE NOT EVEN–

‘GET A ROOM’

 -Evan just loves you so much dude

 -he loves you so so much

Like it's Real (2/3) Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N are childhood best friends. So when Tom’s publicist told him to fake-date someone, Y/N seems to be the best choice. But will it stay fake, or will true feelings start to blossom?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Some swearings

A/N: Wow guys, thank you for the 100+ followers, you’re all so sweet. If you would like to be tagged in the future parts, you can leave a comment to let me know ❤️

P.S: The italicized sentences are your internal thoughts

Part 1


Tom’s Publicist: Good Morning (Y/N), I’ve dropped off some stuff for you on your front door.

You: Stuff?

Tom’s Publicist: For you to wear to the date. Tom’s picking you up in an hour.

You: Oh sure. Thank you.

You opened your door to find a box. You carried it into your room, placing it on a chair before rummaging through it.

Apparently what the publicist refer as “stuff” includes several dresses, 4 pairs of shoes, bags and purses, and even hair accessories. No wonder the box is a bit heavy.

All the dresses seems to be a little extra for a lunch date in a local café. Well except for the simple pale yellow sundress with floral prints.

Putting it on, the dress fell just right above your knees. It flows beautifully. You put on a nude platform sandals and looked at the mirror.

This should do it

“Y/N?” came Tom’s voice, followed by three knocks.

“Coming!” You yelled back, hurriedly grabbing a purse then stuffing in your phone and money.

Opening the door, you greeted him with a cheerful smile, “Hi”

“Hi (Y/N), you look beautiful.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself” you said, blushing a little from his compliment.

“I was thinking that we could walk to the café?. It’s only a few blocks away. I wouldn’t mind driving if don’t want to though,” He asked.

“Sure Tom. I could use some exercise.“

-

After a 5 minute walk, you both arrived at the café. The bell jingled as Tom opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is.

“Let’s go sit by the glass window. My publicist said the paparazzi would get better shots of us that way.”

After you both had settled in, the waitress came to take your orders.

“What can I get you?” smiled the waitress.

“I’d like a soufflé and a glass of iced tea please,” you ordered.

“And for me, a hot tea and a quackson would be nice,” Tom added smiling at the waitress.

“Excuse me, what?” the waitress asked giving him a weird look.

You tried muffling your laughs, but when Tom looked at you with his confused face you coudln’t help but roar in laughter.

“Tom! You - you just said quackson instead of croissant!”

Realization dawns on his face. “Oh shit. I meant a croissant. A croissant and hot tea would be nice,” he corrected, grimacing a little.

You’re still howling with laughter as the waitress leave. You’re laughing so hard that tears are escaping your eyes.

“Oh my god Tom. I can’t believe that just happened,” you said still chuckling at his red face.

“I’ve been asked to say quackson so many times now that it kinda stuck,” He explained, still not smiling.

“You have to admit it’s funny though,” You snickered.

He cracked a small smile, “I guess it is a little funny.”

With all the fun you’re having, you almost forgot that this is supposed to be a fake date. Almost, but then your phone vibrates.

Tom's publicist added you into a group chat 

Tom's Publicist:: You're both doing great.

Tom: How did you know that?

Tom's Publicist: I'm three tables away from you 

Both of you looked around the café trying to spot the publicist. Sure enough, he’s sitting in a booth at the corner of the café.

You made eye contact briefly, then he starts tapping on his phone again. You looked back at your phone as it buzzes.

Tom's Publicist: Y/N, put your hand on the table, and Tom put yours on top of hers. This is a great chance.

You could feel the blush creeping up your neck at the thought of this. You lift your head up to see Tom already staring at you, his cheeks tinted with a slight blush.

You placed your hand on the table and Tom looked at you, asking for permission. You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.

As his palm rest on top of your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You have a thousands thoughts rushing through your mind.

Why am I being like this. It’s just Tom, I shouldn’t be feeling any of this. It’s even staged for fuck’s sake.

After a few minutes, the paparazzi left but Tom’s hand is still resting on top of yours. You tried continuing the conversation. But it’s kinda hard with his thumb occassionally sweeping back and forth on the back of your hand.

He’s staring at you with such intensity, you felt like you could melt into a puddle. But then the waitress came back, bringing your orders making both of you break the physical contact.

-

“Do you still have any room left in your stomach?” Tom asked as you both exited the café.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I saw an ice cream truck on the way here. Thought we could maybe make a quick stop,” he grinned, knowing you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.

-

Thanks for the ice cream,“ you thanked him, as he handed you your cone. You start licking on your heavenly treat, sighing in content.

Tom chuckled at your antics, “I’m glad you like it that much.” You can only hum in agreement as you continue to devour your sweet treat.

“Y/N, I’m going to try something. Just go with it okay?”

Narrowing your eyes you questioned, “What exactly?”

“Can I try your ice cream?” “Umm, sure?” You answered, utterly confused. What is he trying to do? You hold out your ice cream for him to try. But instead of licking your ice cream like you thought he would, his soft lips meet yours instead.

Your eyes flew wide open. As you body froze in shock. It’s the most innocent kiss anybody has ever given to you. Even though it only lasted for 3 seconds, it’s enough to leave you feeling lightheaded.

“It worked!” Tom exclaimed all of a sudden. “They’re all taking videos and photos”

You turned around to see a small crowd video-taping you and Tom. Of course it was an act. How stupid of you to think it was real?

-

Tom held your hand the whole way to your apartment, awaking the butterflies inside your stomach.

“I had a great time today Y/N. Time seems to fly when I’m you,” He smiled at you softly ad you reached your door. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,”

“Hey, I had fun too. And I should be thanking you for being such a great ‘date’ today,” you assured him, doing the air quotes gesture.

Chuckling Tom said, “Well then I should be going. See you tomorrow!” The he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Bye Tom,” you squeaked, waving at him before entering your apartment and closing the door. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the door, heart still racing from his forehead kiss.

Fuck, I have a crush on Tom

@i-dream-of-taxes @harrysbbby @peterparkersayingmrstark @rosaetum @5-seconds-of-sarcasmm @purpleshowers @seargantbcky @sarcasmismyonlyweaponofdefense

Daydreaming

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a superstar actor in Hollywood, and the reader works as a photographer for an upscale fashion and pop culture magazine. One day, she is assigned to take photographs of Bucky to promote his upcoming movie, but her schoolgirl crush on Mr. Barnes proves to be a problem.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3,547

Warnings: Smut (a little bit of D/S undertones, unprotected sex. Don’t get pregnant or catch STI’s,kids). Also some fluff, it’s not 100% smut.

A/N: This is my submission for Kait’s (@bionic-buckyb) 5k AU challenge! My prompt was “Model/Photographer”. Hope you enjoy! (also if anyone can guess what reference I’m making with the fake movie title I put in this fic, you get brownie points!)

Originally posted by little--batman



Another day, another photoshoot in the studio with some rude celebrity who thinks they’re better than you.

You sigh, shuffling over to the strobe to make sure it’s synced properly to your camera. With a quick press of your shutter button, the light goes off, and you’re satisfied that everything is set up perfectly for today’s shoot. Your contentment doesn’t last long, though; the thought of having to deal with another snobby subject clouds your brain. Sure, the concept of meeting celebrities every day at your job seemed cool, but once you got used to it, you realized that they’re all just regular people. There was hardly anything special about anyone you met, aside from the few who were very nice and complimented how good you made them look with your camera.

“Oh, wonderful, you’re all set up!” Michael, the fashion consultant and your bosses’ assistant, bursts through the studio doors. “James will be here in a second. I want you to make him look SO sexy in these photos, got it, Y/N? Carol needs to be proud of our work when she’s back from vacation.”

You shake your head and give him the slightest pathetic smile you can. “I can’t make someone sexy if they already have an ugly face, Michael. Now which James are we talking about?”

“James Barnes?” Michael looks shocked, his eyes widening as he says the name. “For his new movie, ‘Farewell, Atlantis’?”

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anonymous asked:

Gabe with an S/O that has a daddy kink? Like they're doing something and they casually call him daddy? (he/him if you can)

((A/N - My weakness. I need to work on actually putting it into words though.))

“You’ve been pushing him too hard.”
“He pushes himself.”
“And you stand around and do nothing.”
“What am I supposed to do, Gabe?”
“Cut him some slack, Jack. He’s underneath you in your department.”
“And for good reason. Otherwise you’d be too soft on him.”
“I would not. I’m the Commander of Blackwatch. I can’t be soft.”
“And yet here you are. Favouritism.”

A growl escaped from Gabriel, knowing his old time friend was right.

“Make him relax. I’m sure you’ll know how.”

***

You shifted around, realising you had fallen asleep on the lumpy couch again. Rubbing your eyes, you sneaked a peak at your watch on your wrist and realised you’d overslept. Throwing the itchy grey blanket off of you, you rushed towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. You tried opening the door to find it was locked. You rapped on the door.

“Gabe? Are you in there? I need to have a shower!”
“Cariño, it’s Saturday.” He replied, voice muffled through the door.
“Oh.”

The door clicked open and there stood your boyfriend with just his black tracksuit bottoms on, still drying his face with a white towel but the rest of his body was glistening. You scanned his toned torso, looking up to meet his eyes when he pulled the towel away.

“Go back to bed.” He commanded.
“I was on the couch.” You replied.
“Why?” He demanded.
“Was tired.”
Gabe sighed. “Well go to bed then. It’s stupid o'clock in the morning.”
“Only if you come with me?” You smiled.

You turned around and made your way to the bedroom, glancing over your shoulder to see if he was following you. You pouted and fluttered your eyelashes at him when you saw he was still standing in the doorway to the bathroom, arms crossed and looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

“Go to bed. I’ll join you in a minute.”
You frowned.
“That’s an order.”
“Yes, daddy.” You mumbled under your breath.

You turned around but before you could take even one step, Gabe had called out.

“What did you just say?”

Your eyes widened. You really hoped he hadn’t heard you. It just slipped out. You weren’t supposed to say it. It was just a fantasy you had and well, you’d accidentally said it. You heard footsteps and then felt a grip on your arm and a breath by your ear.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He snarled.

Your breath hitched. How you were going to get out of this you honestly had no idea.

“Nothing. I didnt say anything.” You whispered.

His grip around your arm tightened, now pulling it behind your back. The movement made you bend forwards slightly to put you in a very compromising position.

“I’m trained to get information out of my prey.”

Your eyes fluttered closed. You loved when he turned like this, but hated how much it turned you on. You felt a tightening in the trousers you had fell asleep in, wiggling to try and ease the pressure.

“Tell me.”

“Daddy. I called you daddy.” You managed to sputter out. You felt your cheeks become red hot, bowing your head down trying to hide your face from him.

He suddenly let go so you were able to stand up. He held your shoulders and span you around. You quickly moved your hands to cover your face. Gabe pried your hands away and held your wrists with his left hand. His right hand came under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Was that so hard?”

You shook your head as much as he would allow. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his face totally void of emotion. He pulled you into an embrace.

“That’s papi to you.” Gabe rumbled.

Fuck.

You melted. If it wasn’t for your super soldier of a boyfriend holding you up, you would have crumpled. You felt him chuckle, vibrations echoing throughout his chest.

“Jack did tell me to find a way to make you relax. I think I just found it.”

You gulped. You were in for the long run now.