- Being distracted on your own exercise because you can’t stop watching him when he workout with weights - Catching your glare on him and taking off his t-shirt on purpose to see your reaction - Winking to you with a smirk when he catches you looking at him for few seconds without a blink - Teasing you about your insistent gaze “Please Babe, try to be a bit more discreet when you look at me !” - Smiling embarrassed when you realize how obvious you were looking at him - But rolling your eyes with an amused sigh when you can see him looking at you in the same exact way through the mirror when you workout - Helping you to try the new machines, telling you where to pose your hands and how to do the movements properly - Him using on purpose the machines next to the one you use to stay near to you if you need his help - Helping you to lift weight when he sees you in need “ Be careful with that, it’s too heavy for you!” - Slapping on your buttocks with the back of his fingers when he catches that you stopped your workout to be on your phone - Pushing on his face when he tries to kiss you because he’s all sweaty and he just wants to annoy you - Running after you to catches you and pressed his wet chest against you - Raising his eyebrows with smirk when you complain about his sweat - Blocking you with his arms around your shoulders “You usually don’t complain that much when you have my sweat on you …” - Giving you wet and noisy kisses when you can’t escape his grip - His loud laughs when you make disgusted sounds when he presses his cheek on yours - Sitting on the floor next to the treadmill to talk with him while he use it - Him asking you to come dry his face with his towel while he runs - Teasing him about how good his “boobs” jiggle - His grin when he teases you back “ Not as good as yours love! Nothing compares whith yours, trust me!” - Him trying to catch your hands when you play with the buttons of the treadmill to speed up the pace - Sticking his tongue out each time you try to take a pic of him …
A/N: Shawn, waking you up in the middle of the night by eating you out. This wasn’t requested or anything but I do take requests as well as submissions so…. if you’re interested. Also, I am extremely tired at the moment so if this is crappy and short I’m sorry :)
“mmm fuck” I moan. I feel hands on my thighs and a warm wet tongue on my core.
Consciousness washes over me but I’m still too tired to open my eyes. I reach my hand down to where the pleasure was coming from and I feel a familiar head of hair between my legs. I can tell by the chirping of the birds and the lack of light shining on my lids that it can’t be past 6 am but Shawn is one for spontaneity so this isn’t a huge shocker.
His hand finds my own that rests at my side and locks our fingers together, he gives a little squeeze as his tongue slowly drags itself up my folds. When the tip of his tongue meets my clit, he holds it there and applies pressure before beginning to flick it lightly. I open my eyes as another moan slips past my lips. His tongue leaves my bundle of nerves and I can hear him swallow some saliva.
“am I mouth watering?” I tease, my voice drowning in rasp from slumber. He chuckles and I see his shadow sit up and soon after, he’s crawling up my body. “You are, actually” I can almost hear the smirk I know he’s wearing.
"Taste" he whispers and his lips meet mine. The soft pink muscle that was just working wonders on my center is now doing the same in my mouth. His, lips are so slick which makes our kiss very noisy but I’m not complaining and neither his he. He nudges my head to the side and gives himself access to my neck which he begins to nibble and lick on.
With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his broad back, I pull him closer and now I can feel that he’s still fully clothed. He must be in one of his “this is all about you” moods.
I’m definitely not arguing with that.
His hand leaves the side of my face and slides down to my core.
He rubs me until his fingers are coated and begins to massage circles on my clit. My head falls back and it feels as though every bit of air has been vacuumed out of my body. He finds my lips again but this time he uses no tongue. He gives me a nice, deep kiss. Then another. Then a third.
My toes curl as I feel my stomach tightening from how close I am. My slow breathing has now turned into full on pants and my head is absolutely spinning. He hisses against my lips before gently tugging my bottom one with his teeth and letting it snap back. “ahh Shawn please don’t stop” I whimper.
"I won’t” he groans.
I can tell that having me come undone underneath him is satisfying by the way he’s moaning without me physically pleasing him. My back arches as my legs start to subtly quiver. “fuck…yes baby mmm”
“that feels good?” He asks, face directly above mine, looking for any sign of me not enjoying this.
That’s one thing that annoys me about my little Shawnie. He’s never sure of himself even when I’m literally telling him how good he’s making me feel.
“I’m gonna-yes oh shawn…shawn” My moans are getting louder and louder but I can’t help it. “fuck Y/N you sound so damn sexy” I hear him say but too wrapped up in this burning sensation inside me to tell him how cheesy he sounded. My nails run down his back with enough caution to not actually injure him. Just wanna leave a couple red lines.
His fingers move quicker now that he knows I’m almost there. He dips his hand down to collect more of my juices before continuing to rub me. Over and over and over.
“oh I’m there-fuck Shawn! Ohhhh” he finally pushes me over the edge and he keeps drawing circles on my clit to ride out my orgasm. His name is the only word leaving my mouth.
I come down from my high, Shawn’s hand no longer moving but still resting on my center.
He leans down to kiss me and I feel a smile stretch across his mouth before we part. “Was that ok?” He chuckled. “Babe…”
“I know. You hate when I ask but I just…I like to be sure that I’m giving you what you need” he says nervously.
“You are giving me what I need, Shawnie. That was amazing…random but amazing” I laugh and he laughs too. He rolls off of me and pulls the blanket over us.
“What was that for anyway?” I ask as I yawn, still drunk off of sleepiness.
“I just couldn’t sleep. Don’t worry about it you can return the favor later on” once again, I can hear him smirking by the tone of his voice. I shake my head and cuddle into him. He loves being the little spoon.
I feel myself drifting off….I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” You looked up from trying to put the
tiny Iron Man helmet back onto the Tony doll.
“Why didn’t Daddy ever wear a cape?”
James was looking over the Captain America action figure
curiously, the two of you sitting on the floor on either side of the set of
Avengers action figures Tony had bought him last Christmas. Steve glanced over
his shoulder at you from his place at the stove but left the question for you
“That’s a good question,” you said, tilting your head in
thought and letting your eyes sweep over your husband with an evaluating gaze.
“Uncle Thor has one… and Uncle Vision.”
“You’re right! Hmm… You know, I bet he didn’t wear one
because it would hide his best asset,” you said with a grin, biting back a
laugh when you saw Steve shake his head and let out a sigh.
“Like his best feature.”
“What is it?” There was no stifling the giggle that resulted
from the blush that was coloring the back of Steve’s neck and ears in
anticipation of your answer.
“His calves,” you answered in a conspiratory stage whisper,
pointing at his legs.
James looked over at his father curiously, pushing up from
the ground to scamper over to him. You had to clap a hand over your mouth when
James tugged up the pant leg of Steve’s sweatpants to compare his dad’s calf to
“What’re you doing, buddy?” Steve asked, reaching down to
ruffle his son’s hair.
“Am I gonna have calves like yours one day?” he asked
hopefully, a disappointed pout threatening the tiny bow of his mouth.
You snuck up behind him, reveling in the surprised squeal
and delighted laugh you earned as you scooped James up into your arms.
“Only if you eat all of your vegetables,” you answered,
planting a noisy kiss on his cheek and receiving another giggle in return.
“Promise.” You offered up your pinky, smiling when you felt
your son’s tiny finger curl around yours. “Now go sit at the table while Dad
and I finish making lunch, please.”
“Clean up first?” he asked, glancing towards where his toys
still lay on the ground when you set him down.
“I’ll take care of it, but thank you. I’m proud of you for
His little chest puffed up a bit at the praise, and you
watched him head into the dining room with a proud smile.
“My calves?” Steve asked, bumping your hip with his.
“Admit you were scared for a little bit there,” you said
with a laugh, retaliating with a gentle nudge to the ribs.
“You’re ridiculous,” he said with an exasperated sigh, but
you caught the smile that curled the corner of his mouth.
“Maybe so,” you admitted, smacking his butt as you walked
past him to pull bowls from the cabinet.
◇ pairing: taehyung | reader ◇ genre: angst and fluff ◇ word count: 11.014 ◇ warnings: sexual content
Even if the last vestiges of winter are faintly gracing the outside, the day feels colder than it has ever been.
The timing is painfully amusing, you think. Winter has always been a part of you and Taehyung — you first laid your eyes on him through a thick veil of twinkling snowflakes, the first words you exchanged were over a cup of hot chocolate, and the first kiss he gave you was under the umbrella that protected you from a gentle blizzard. You love him just like you love winter, with its stinging cold and achingly dry wind; and even if it burns you sometimes, you can’t help but long for the signs of sunlight, so graceful above the snow coated ground. So unearthly and exquisite, just like him.
did you see the 2nd kiss without the music? Are matt and harry so freaking noisy while kissing or is that added it post production? I already thought that for the wedding kiss. =D
I did watch that video of the second kiss without music, Anon. And lol, apparently they both really are that noisy when kissing each other. It was the same with the wedding kiss. They just like to really smooch each other. Very audible. I think it just so so adorable and pure.
A concept: hair pulling and fingers in the mouth with that clunky ring. (THIS is my real kryptonite..zxznxndfk.) (You don't have to expand on this, I just needed to share this.)
Oh, yeah. Yep. Mhmm.
At first it starts out playful - he knows how much you love his rings and he uses that to his advantage. You’re just watching a movie, spooning on the couch, and you’re happy that he let you be the little spoon for once. He’s leaving noisy kisses against your cheek, not paying much attention to the movie, and you’re laughing but also being serious when you tell him to stop because you actually do want to watch the film. Yet, of course, he’s not taking your warnings very seriously, laughing when you nibble at his wrists and the bicep you’re using as a headrest, but when you pop a couple of his fingers into your mouth, he audibly gasps from behind you.
You suck and lick and bite a bit at the skin, taking extra care when you reach the bulky piece on his ring finger, scraping your bottom teeth against the warm metal. He’s damn near whimpering when you shift so that your ass is right up against the bulge in his tight jeans, smoothing his free hand down your side and up again, pushing your hair back so he can get at your neck. It’s not until you swipe your entire tongue over the three fingers of his that are in your mouth that you realize how turned on he is - it’s the bucking of his hips and the groan in the back of his throat that causes you to suck a little harder.
“Fuckin’ love these rings, mmm?” he whispers in your ear. When you nod, he takes his free hand and runs it down your neck and into your hair, pulling it into a fist and giving a slight yank so that the hitch in your jaw is right near his mouth. His hips are rutting into your backside as he growls into the shell of your ear, the vibrations of your moan tickling your tongue when they hit the weighty silver of his rings.
“Want me t’ fuck ye’ with m’rings on?” he asks, his grip on your hair tighter while he runs the tip of his tongue just underneath your earlobe. “Want to feel them against your pretty lil’ bum when I spank ye’ for bein’ such a good girl and openin’ that mouth o’yours?”
And you swear, with all you have in you, he could’ve made you cum right then and there with his rings in your mouth, his words in your ears, and his heat against your back.
(if this is your fault you know who you are, i’m using previously established au rules @megan-mayhem and i came up with and no one is allowed to judge me)
Wayne Manor was even more empty than usual, and the emptiness made it feel haunted. Diana found it horribly unsettling.
“Bruce?” she called, and it echoed through the empty halls. She opened the curtains in the front parlor to let the sunshine in. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here, I was in Italy.” She’d come as quickly as she could once she’d gotten his message, but he’d sent it in the dead of night.
Something’s happened. It’s not life-threatening, but I’m not myself. I sent everyone away to minimize the incident, but I think you’re the only one who can help. Come alone if you come at all.
“Bruce?” she called again. Perhaps he was downstairs. She listened carefully. There was the distant muffled clicking of a mechanical keyboard, intermittent and slow. She didn’t think she’d ever heard anyone in this house ever type so slow. Not even Alfred.
Her phone chimed. She checked it. A message from Bruce. In my office. She looked toward the stairs. The clicking had stopped.
Her walk up the stairs was cautious. What could possibly have happened to him?
In the hall, one of the side tables had tipped sideways. Its former contents had been neatly arranged into a stack beside it on the floor.
“… Bruce…?” She peered into his office.
She shrieked, then put her hands over her mouth to try to muffle her shrieking. It lessened to a high-pitched squeal.
“I am a grown man, Diana.”
He was a black Pomeranian of less than five pounds, standing on his computer desk.
Seventeen - Hip Hop Unit Reacting to Finding Out You Have Freckles
Request: Hey, Can u do a Seventeen’s hip hop unit when they discovered that their girlfriend has freckles because she always hide them with make up?
I tried my best with this! (I think I got a little carried away with Wonwoo’s reaction oops) Thank you so much for sending me this request, I enjoyed writing it!
It was your first inside date with Seungcheol since it was raining outside (you always hung outside because of the sunny weather), so you decided that you weren’t going to try to ‘casually’ dress up and left your face bare with make up. You lounged around on the couch and waited for him to enter your home. Considering you had already given him a spare key to your house once you two started dating for three and a half months, you weren’t worried about who was entering the door right this second.
You put your phone on the coffee table and sat up with a beaming grin on your face, looking at the door to see Seungcheol with his hand on the wall, slipping his shoes off and neatly pushing them to the side. You stand up from the couch to walk towards him while holding your arms out, the grin widening on your face when you feel his strong arms wrap around your waist to bring you in for a warm hug.
Brushing the tip of his nose along your cheek, he then picked you up, causing you to squeal involuntarily when you felt that your feet weren’t touching the floor anymore.
He carried you back to the middle of the living room, laughing mockingly as he then threw the both of you onto the couch with his hand bracing the back of your head so you don’t hurt yourself. You shift around a bit to get comfortable before Seungcheol frames your cheeks with his large, warm palms, leaning down to sponge a bundle of noisy kisses on your face. He continues to kiss your bare face when you giggle for him to stop before he presses a loud smooch to your nose.
“I missed you, sweetheart.” he cooed, pulling away slightly to brush his fingers through your hair with a fond smile. His eyes sweep over your face to admire every one of your features before pausing, his breath catching. He gently squishes your cheeks with one hand and grins, kissing your chin and forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me you had freckles, cutie? They’re so adorable.” he claims, firmly squeezing you to his chest.
Wonwoo decided to stay over at your house because he found it very warm and comfy. He liked how you used scented candles to make the rooms smell nice instead of air freshener and your place just had a soft ambience to it.
You both were currently laying on the sofa with him underneath you. Your back was pressed against his firm chest, your head tilted to the side so it rest on the front of his shoulder.
You were reading a book while (half asleep) Wonwoo was watching something on his phone with his cheek resting against your temple, earphones snug in his ears. You snuggle against him comfortably to gain more warm from his body, turning a page in your book as his arm curls around your waist, twisting his fingers around with the hem of your shirt. Carefully, you put your bookmark at the beginning of another chapter before closing your book, putting it down on the coffee table with a faint ‘thud’.
Wonwoo yawned quietly and pulled you closer to his chest while brushing his thumb back and forth along your hip, his lips printing a featherlight kiss against your forehead. Tilting your head up, you carefully take his glasses away from his face, slipping them on yourself. You readjusted them so the pair of spectacles rested on the bridge of your nose.
He looked down at you curiously with a blank and sleepy gaze, moving his hand from your hip to the curve of your jaw so he could lean your head back to get a better look at your face. He hummed in appreciation at how pretty you looked with his glasses on you and framed your cheek with his palm, noticing how there were freckles spread across your face. He brushed a few of the little spots with his thumb and smiled fondly, his eyelids fluttering just the slightest as he leans in to kiss your freckled nose.
His lips then brush along your cheekbone which causes you to shiver a little, “Your freckles are so adorable, baby.” he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair, “I wish you can wear makeup less often so I can see your freckles much more.”
Vernon dramatically flops onto your couch with a groan, rolling around to get himself comfy before he starts to stretch his arms above his head with a yawn. “That movie was really good,” he comments and you hum in agreement, patting his cheek with a pleased smile as you take off your coat and rub your arms to warm your skin up.
“I’m just gonna go change, okay?” you tell him and he responds with a quiet yes, turning the television on with the remote as you went up the stairs to your home.
You stretch your arms above your head, tilting your head side to side to stretch your neck. You walk into your bedroom and shuffle towards your closet to change into a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, moving towards your dresser where you pick up the bag of makeup remover.
Sitting down on the stool, you remove your fake lashes while delicately wiping away all of the makeup you had put on your face.
Vernon walked in on you thoroughly wiping away at your eyelids and watches in interest, making a face while walking towards you with a smile on his face.
He hugs you from behind and looks down at you before watching you through the mirror, “You’re taking too lo-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence when you glance at him through the mirror and he sees the freckles that adorn your face.
He gazes at you in awe, his lips parted as he runs his fingers through your hair. “You have freckles?” he mumbles shyly, bending down a little so he was leveled with your sitting form, taking a closer look at your soft skin with a look of amazement, “they’re so pretty, babe.”
Mingyu was fiddling with his empty cup as he pouted his lips. He was waiting for you at the cafe, but it seemed that you were running a bit late. He kept his scarf wrapped around his neck so he could stay warm and cozy inside, bouncing his knee up and down while looking down at his watch.
Ten minutes late.
That’s okay, he thinks to himself and changes his position on his chair, feeling like his left leg was gonna become numb if he didn’t move. Exactly three minutes later, Mingyu, who was looking at the cafe door, saw you run into it.
He quietly laughed to himself because it seemed like you thought it was a push and not a pull. Moments after struggling to get the door open, Mingyu was restless in his chair for laughing so much because you took so long to get inside. He wiped under his eyes to catch the tears that were forming at the corners and he grins when he sees you rush towards him.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” you pout and pull your mitts off so that you can slip off your scarf. “I know I don’t look that good - I didn’t put on any makeup because I was rushing to get here.” you tried to make an excuse and rubbed your hands together while your cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
“I took a longer nap than expected.” you smiled pathetically and sat down across from Mingyu as he listened to you rambling, a fond expression on his face.
“It’s okay, cutie.” he hums and reaches out to you, tapping your freckled nose, “even though I waited a while, the situation blessed me with the image of your freckles.” he cooes, lightly pinching your cheek with an awestruck grin.
Pairing - Chanyeol x Reader Genre - Smut Word count - 2369 Dedicated to - @chanyoel
he said with a low, raspy voice.
are you still doing here?” I asked sitting up on the bed.
several minutes ago… “ he answered, putting on his boxer shorts. He approached
the balcony and looked outside. “Wow, the view is amazing…” he smiled
scratching his tummy. The view was, in fact, amazing. The blue ocean, beach, it
looked like a paradise. He turned back to me. I was pale white, ready to burst
Summary: Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. And he absolutely loved to put his lips to use. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings, minor character death (just a mention), implied sexy times 1,752 words
Notes: While I finish the requests I have in my askbox, I decided to post this Matty one because I’m on his mood. <3 Just a silly one-shot without all his Daredevil drama (sort of). And also because I rewatched the kiss scene between Claire and Matt. Too many times. For my own good. Remember that italic parts are flashbacks. SO…I hope you enjoy it! ^_^
If there was something in your life that you just couldn’t
deny, was that being Matt Murdock’s girlfriend had its fair amount of
In an overall, you were always safe, knowing he’d step up
into the situation whenever something could happen. Sometimes it had some
downfalls, but his senses were another great thing since he’d always know when
and how to help you when you needed.
And the list could go on and on, but there was one little
thing that you completely loved the most and would always drive you crazy:
Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Gemma Styles, Niall Horan Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, but not between harry and louis, Weddings, horrid cousins, fluff lots of fluff, A teeny bit of angst, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, very light D/s, they kind of share that really Summary:
Louis was about to reassure Harry further when Gemma bounded back over to him, slipping a hand around Louis’ waist. Harry’s eyes followed the movement. And then that lip gnaw again. Christ. How was he supposed to survive this weekend?
He turned his attention to Gemma as her palm came to rest right above his heart. Laying it on a bit thick, dear. Or at least that’s what he hoped he’d conveyed with the simple tilt of an eyebrow.
In response, she went up on tiptoes and laid a noisy kiss on the hollow beneath his cheekbone. Louis didn’t take his eyes off Harry, who watched the scene play out with a blank expression. Once Gemma dropped back to the ground, Harry shifted away from them, his gaze dropping to his feet.
[Or the one where Louis pretends to be Gemma’s boyfriend for her horrid cousin’s wedding but fate is a nasty jerk and throws Harry in his way.]
“is that supposed to be an insult? because i’m taking it as a compliment,” shawn answered, ruffling his sister’s hair.
the three of you were squished into the backseat of the mendes family car, waiting for shawn’s parents to leave the house so you could drive out to dinner together. the two of you had arrived in pickering almost a week ago, and you had seen the signs that aaliyah was both happy and annoyed to see her doofus of a big brother.
you knew shawn’s family pretty well by now, having met them a couple of times, so casual touching no longer made you uncomfortable. right now, for instance, shawn hand your hand in his lap, which had prompted aaliyah’s comment in the first place.
“we’re not that gross,” you chimed in. “it’s not like we’re making out in front of you. because that would be gross.”
“don’t give him any ideas!” aaliyah hissed, but it was too late: a smirk was creeping onto shawn’s face and before you knew what was happening, he was pressing his lips against yours.
you squealed, but went with the flow because you knew shawn would never do this if his parents were coming close any second; they were both probably still gathering up their things. plus, the kiss wasn’t really for either of your benefit - it was solely meant to antagonize aaliyah, which despite popular belief, shawn loved to do.
so it was noisy and sloppy, more of a smooch than anything else. you were laughing too hard to really kiss back and aaliyah was shrieking in the background but shawn still kept his hand behind your head to prevent you from accidentally smacking it against the car door, so you forgave him.
when he pulled back with a particularly loud smack, he beamed at you, lips red.
“yeah, alright,” you admitted. “i guess we are kind of gross.“
“I lost my way
all the way to you
and in you
I found all the way
back to me.”
There’s something liberating in forgiveness.
A murmur of a candle flickering back to life in the
dark parts of one’s soul, Betty wonders how many years of heartache she’d have
saved herself if she learned to forgive sooner. Not just her family, but
Darkness cannot drive out darkness. It can only
It takes Betty longer than she cares to admit in realizing
that, though she’d forgiven her father, the anger toward Polly’s decision to
take her life—Betty hadn’t forgiven her sister for that. It’d only been when
Tobi one day grabbed the frame off his grandma Alice’s bookshelf, his five-year-old
self running it up to Betty and Alice as they chatted in the kitchen.
- His snores tickling the back of your neck and waking you up - His hand slided underneath your pajamas top, his palm over your breast - The
groans he makes when you move and
your back doesn’t cling to his chest
- Kissing your shoulder blade with closed eyes when he tightens your waist to make you come back against him - His morning voice grunting “Good Morning” while he lays his cheek on your shoulder blade - His plaints when you leave the bed, catching your wrist to keep you with him a bit more - His sleepy smile in letting his body fall back on bed in watching you leave the bedroom - Hearing him humming in shower, changing the lyrics to include your name - Kissing your cheek when he goes out of the shower and pass by you while you brush your teeth - Coming in the kitchen to find him preparing the breakfast , still humming in dancing around the table - Reaching him and
pressing your hand on his back
, giving you a bright smile when he sees you - Kissing your forehead when you sit down, handing you a hot cup filled up with your favorite tea - Thanking you in kissing the back of your fingers when you give him the toasts - Enjoying having nothing to do except scrolling on your phones, your legs resting over his - His long fingers playing absentmindedly with your tiptoes, laying his palm on your feet when you move them - Him cooking the lunch, making you taste the food while you sit on the kitchen counter - Playing with your hair when you rest your head on his lap while he talks on phone - Catching your hand and keeping it on his chest when you try to distract him - Waking up with his hand resting over your ribs, smiling in asking how your nap was - Caressing your back up and down when you sit up on couch and stretch your back - Letting you snuggling against his chest, his lips pressing soft kisses on your forehead
- Long conversations, sharing with him your thoughts about random topics - Looking at you with a tender smile when you talk about something you really like - Ordering in your favorite restaurant to keep enjoying this moment with you - A movie chosen randomly on TV while you two play scrabble - His frown trying to understand how you managed to beat him when he never losses
Coming to sit on his lap
and kissing all his face with noisy kisses, teasing his grumpy pout - Him trying to not smile and hiding his face in you neck before giving your sides tickles in giving you a pouty kiss
Inspired by this post and based on @glynnisi’s insane prompt. If you want to blame anyone for the following piece of crack, blame her. I know I do.
For as long as he could remember,
Steve had been attracted to Darcy. She was smart and plucky, open to new
friendships and remarkably accepting of all the madness that surrounded their
lives in the tower. He had met her by accident, having ventured into the labs
for the first time in search of Bruce only to stumble upon her instead, standing
on a table and trying to get into the vent above. (“CLINT! You give me back my
taser or I’ll fucking end you!”) One look at her and Steve knew he would fall
hard. There was just something about her, something freeing, that made him want
to take her hand and run away, regrets and responsibilities be damned.
Happenings herein: Dean and Cas smut. Dean’s POV; a great deal of Castiel appreciation. This is my Dean, who I felt so certain was Mr. On-Top, but he refused. This is where we ended up.
Shivers raced over Dean’s skin.
He was flushed, heat in a shimmer around his head, but the heat warred with
goosebumps raised over his hips, his ribs. His breath came shallow, labored.
He was sprawled in a chair, stark
naked. Slouched, butt to the edge of the seat, legs spread apart. Castiel knelt
between, causing both heat and shivers. Dean was hypnotized by the slow bob of
Castiel’s head, by his hands; in a warm slide, up and down Dean’s thighs. Cas
was bare chested, barefoot, trousers undone. Dean touched his face, gripped the
softness of his messy hair. Sometimes Castiel looked up, meeting Dean’s eyes,
and it felt as if Dean’s entire pelvic floor bore down in a stormy, anxious
way. Blood rose to his cheeks and shivers breathed over his belly; big muscles
in his legs tensed, feet pressed hard to the floor.
Tom HiddlestonxReader and reference to Sebastian StanxReader is the future perhaps?
I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some of my own silly brain … Here’s Chapter Two :)
Chapter Two - Whirlwind
It was a whirlwind from there. You knew that this was going to be your big break, a major role in a broadway production opposite a famous leading man, it would take a lot of screwing up to not get at least a small career bump from that much luck and good press, but you had no idea just how big. It didn’t help matters that the internet had practically exploded with rumors about you and Tom since the pigtail selfie incident. This was almost too much too fast, but you did your best to take it in stride. Thankfully, when you’d feel overwhelmed, Tom was there with kind words of support and advice.
Your agent, however, was about to kill you. After the limited run ended, you had gone from being a fairly unknown stage actress with a loyal, if tiny, band of fans, to one of the hottest new stars, the word “Tony” has even been bandied about but you were not holding your breath. There were offers upon offers for shows, movies, even a couple tv pilots, and you were taking your time trying to decide what was next. You agent just wanted you to pick something before the heat died down.
You didn’t want to be a movie star or famous, that was never your goal, you just liked living someone else’s life on stage in those fleeting personal performances that were gone as soon as they happened. It was truly living in and for the moment when you were on stage. You didn’t need to live in posterity on the silver screen, you were happy in your presenium. It was Tom who talked you into finally doing an independent film, a story that felt very real and close to your past. You felt a connection to the character so deeply that it ended up earning you a Golden Globe nomination. You took Lou as your date and had a fabulous night with her and Tom, even if you went home empty-handed.
The more you thought about how this all came into being, the more you realized it was all with Tom’s help and that made you smile. He really was a wonderful friend.
You were out in L.A. doing some press for the post globes wide release of your film when a sweet-faced and delightfully nerdy interviewer asked, “So, you’ve really become Miss Popular since your nomination, there are rumors you’re on the path to join your friend Tom in the Marvel Universe, is there any truth to the rumors or is Sebastian Stan just getting his hopes up?”
You covered your face and laughed, “I’ve heard that rumor too, but sadly, I can’t really say.”
She laughed along, “Awe, poor Sebastian, he’s been campaigning for you at every interview I’ve seen him do for the past two months.”
You giggle and wink at her camera as you say, “It’s good to know I have fans, Hey, Sebastian, call me.”
A week later, as you’re packing up to head back to New York, your phone rings.
“(Y/N), you’re staying in L.A.” your agent never bothered with pleasantries, “I got the call.”
You stop mid-packing, “What call?”
It was about a week later when you laughed as Tom crushed you in a hug. He had decided to celebrate you joining the “family” by surprising you when you got home from L.A. “Dear Lord, man, I need to breathe eventually.” He gave you an overly noisy kiss on the cheek as he keeps a hold of you but takes some of the boa constrictor out of the hug.
“I’ve missed you, hugging simply cannot be avoided.”
You laugh as you slowly if a bit reluctantly pull yourself out of his hug. “You saw me a week ago, Tom. Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Just telling the truth. Welcome home.”
You dropped your bags in your bedroom and flop down on the couch next to Tom as he handed you a glass of wine. He seemed so at home here that you had a brilliant idea.“Tom?” You lean your head on his shoulder and smile at him.
“Hmm?” He smiled back and took a sip of his wine.
“Move in with me.”
He chokes a bit and laughs, “I think you skipped a few steps there, (Y/N), you should at least ask a man out to dinner first.”
You lightly punch his arm and he feigns grievous injury as you say, “Don’t be weird, I just mean that if you’re in New York anyway either for work or to hijack my Netflix, you may as well stay here, seems silly to keep living out of hotel rooms when you spend your time, whenever you are not asleep or working, here anyway. You’re one of my best friends, Tom, so, yeah, move in with me.”
The warm and genuine smile makes his eyes crinkle. “I’d love to.”
Adam went to sleep alone for first time in nearly seven
months, shivering as the coldness that Nigel usually kept away came across the
back of his neck and over his pajama shirt. He held the blanket closer to him,
his eyes pressed tightly together as he struggled for sleep, remembering
Nigel’s text that he’d ‘be home late’ with no explanation.
He woke to a kiss on his cheek, a warm whisper, “Adam, wake
up,” as he struggled against Nigel’s shaking.
“I’m sleeping, it’s nighttime Nigel. I’m too tired for sex.”
A kiss to his chin, “Not sex, darling, wake up. I have a
Adam blinked, staring at him with a glare. “Tell me
Nigel pressed his lips to Adam’s ear and whispered, “Look
up,” gently pushing him onto his back.
Adam gasped at what was above him.
Lots and lots of stars.
He was wide awake now, sitting up as he stared and he felt
Nigel kiss his neck.
“You like them?”
“Yes. It’s beautiful,” he looked at Nigel, “When did you do
“While you slept,” Nigel kissed his mouth lightly, “I felt
awful, Star, but it’s not a surprise if you’re aware of it. You wouldn’t leave
the house today, despite my telling you a million reasons to.”
Adam frowned, “The pandas in the zoo showing off their baby
is not something I wanted to see.”
Nigel’s hand came around his back and pulled Adam close to
him, the warmth settling there making him snuggle closer. “Obviously. If I’d
known of a star exhibit I would’ve fucking taken you there, but I couldn’t find
a damn thing worth seeing.”
“You told me to go look at the birds. I hate birds, they’re
noisy and dirty.”
Nigel kissed behind his ear, “You love me,” he teased, “I’m
quite noisy and very, very dirty.”