oh god. i actually took breaks between making this to stare at his pretty face

anonymous asked:

so gang!phil interrogating rival!dan but phils usual techniques (slapping, hitting, etc.) are just turning dan on, so instead phil just edges him til he gives in 💙

Phil cracked his knuckles, sighing as he pushed open the door to the interrogation room. He was instantly hit with a rank stench, and he flinched, crinkling his eyes in disgust.

Dan Howell sat in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, a gag over his mouth. He didn’t seem to notice Phil entering.

He had a black eye, and a cut on one cheek, so it was clear the boys had had some fun with him when they had caught him. He was still pretty cute though. And despite all this, Dan’s eyes were dry.

“Dan,” he said loudly, and the boy looked up, glaring at him fiercely.

Phil stepped forward, yanking the gag down, and Dan immediately took this opportunity to spit at him.

Phil calmly wiped it away, and Dan laughed. Phil shook his head, fiddling with the straps of the gloves they used to make punches hurt the offender less and the victim more. It was an old intimidation technique, but Dan didn’t flinch.

“You’re a goddamn idiot, Howell.” His voice was low, and he leaned down so he was at Dan’s level, their faces inches away.

“Maybe,” Dan said slowly, staring him down. “Or maybe you just don’t know why I did what I did.”

Phil stepped back, putting his foot on Dan’s chair, his clunky black boot resting between Dan’s legs.

“Unfortunately for you, that’s why I’m here.”

Dan’s subtle smirk grew, and Phil couldn’t help but growl under his breath. He was infuriating.

“Why would that be unfortunate?” Dan’s voice was light; teasing. “You know I adore our little chats.”

Phil was reminded why Dan was used for things like this - he was the best spy imaginable, and when he got caught, he wasn’t easy to crack.

Phil didn’t hesitate to swing at him, slapping him in the face, hard. Dan’s head was thrown to the side, but he came back smiling. He yawned, a strand of messy brown hair falling between his eyes.

“Thanks,” he said, his eyes flashing. “I needed that. I was falling asleep.”

Phil grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward roughly and practically strangling him.

“Look Howell,” he hissed, and Dan’s eyes widened slightly. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And either way, you’re gonna fucking tell me why you were spying on my base, and what you know.”

Dan searched his icy blue eyes, determined not to let his confidence waver.

“I think it’s gonna have to be the hard way,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Because I’m not telling you shit.”

Phil huffed through his nose, and grabbed a handful of Dan’s hair. He tugged back roughly, and Dan let out a soft whimper, of surprise or pain, Phil couldn’t tell.

Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his exposed throat somehow made Phil want to bite him. Instead he fastened a hand around it, making Dan cry out.

“I could snap your fucking neck,” Phil growled at him. “I could slit your throat. Tell me everything, and it’s all over.”

Dan gagged softly, squirming in his tight grip. “No. Hit me again, fucker.”

Phil obliged, letting go of him just to backhand him. And it looked like it hurt like hell; the impact split Dan’s lip. But Dan fucking moaned.

His eyes glinted with red hot fire, a wild grin melting to his features. “Again,” he breathed, and Phil stared at him.

Dan was a mess; he was visibly shaking, he had a black eye and a lip that was bleeding down his chin. But he was asking for more…? What did it take to break this kid?

Phil glared at the boy, punching him twice in the stomach, and shoving him backwards. The chair toppled backwards, and Dan landed on his arms, his head hitting the ground as well.

He cried out in pain, but there was something else in his tone, a sort of whine, and oh my god, this was turning him on, wasn’t it?

Phil swallowed, moving to stand over Dan, hovering above him. Dan grinned at him cockily, until Phil grabbed his face with a firm grip, and he squeaked.

“You think this is hot, don’t you?” He asked quietly, getting as close to Dan as possible without being tempted to kiss his broken lips. Dan laughed.

“And you don’t?” He smirked. “Having me like this, completely helpless? Ruining my pretty face, fuck, like the worthless piece of shit I am.”

It all clicked in Phil’s mind- why no one could seem to make Dan break. It was impossible to get information from him, simply because he liked the abuse. It made Phil even more pissed.

Phil stood back up, grabbing Dan by the hair and pulling him and the chair back up. Dan whimpered; fire shooting through his head.

“We’re gonna try something a little different,” Phil said calmly, his voice coming out sickly-sweet. Dan shivered.

“Do whatever you want,” he spit, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I’m not saying anything.”

“Oh really? That’s too bad.” Without warning he leaned forward, his hands placed on either side of Dan’s hips, his breath brushing over the side of Dan’s neck. He ran his hand over Dan’s waistband, and then down to his (obvious at this point) bulge. “Guess you won’t be coming anytime soon, then.”

“Wha-” Dans breath caught and the words got stuck in his throat as Phil ran his fingertips over his hard on, certainly not making it better. “What d-do you mean?” He choked out.

Phil ignored him, pushing his hand into Dan’s pants, under his boxers, and ran his thumb over Dan’s tip.

Dan whined rather loudly, squirming on the chair, but the ropes made it so it was nearly impossible for him to move.

“Phil,” he breathed, trying to shift his hips away. “What are you d-doing…?”

Phil grinned maliciously. Finally, he had found something that would actually affect Dan. And he was going to have some fun with it.

“Mmh, just giving my whore what he wants,” he breathed in Dan’s ear, and Dan couldn’t help but moan.

Phil moved his hand, wrapping his fingers around Dan’s length. He watched Dan bite down on his bottom lip as Phil moved his hand, slowly teasing him, his thumb brushing over Dan’s slit occasionally.

Soon enough Dan was a whimpering mess, and he seemed to have given up any integrity he may have had left. His head fell back on the chair, his eyes closed, and he was attempting to rut against Phil’s hand while letting out an endless stream of high pitched moans. Phil had to be honest, it was sexy as hell.

Phil could tell Dan was getting close by the increase in pitch of his noises, and the way his hips stuttered. His cock was leaking precum, which made it easier for Phil to slide his hand up and down Dan’s shaft.

“Now,” he said softly, sweetly, even, slowing down his movements to a near halt. “Are you gonna tell me what you were doing outside the base, slut?”

Dan whined, his eyes opening, and he licked his lips.

“Please-”

“Answer the question.”

Phil stopped his movements all together, holding his hand at the base of Dan’s dick so he couldn’t cum even if he was able to.

Dan searched his face, chewing on the inside of his cheek before muttering, “no.”

At that Phil just smiled meanly, biting down on Dan’s throat and sucking hard, leaving a dark bruise in its place.

“That’s okay.” He laughed, and Dan looked almost scared. “We’ve got time.”

That began the next unbearable moments for Dan, with Phil scratching bright red marks down his thighs and occasionally leaving hickeys all over his neck and jaw.

And here’s the thing; Dan did not want to beg. He hated begging. Begging was admitting your defeat, and that was something Dan simply couldn’t do. But right then, Dan was probably closer to breaking down than he had been in his entire life.

He wanted to cum, he had been so close, and when Phil had stopped-

It was worse than any physical pain he could inflict.

When Phil started moving his hand again, Dan almost cried. He started slow again, gradually speeding up, stopping occasionally to flick his wrist around Dan’s head.

“Mmph, fuck,” Dan whined, his head falling back, beginning to lose his mind again. “Ph-Phil, please make me cum, please.”

“You wanna cum?” Phil growled softly, speeding up even more, and Dan practically screamed.

“Yes-! F-Fuck, n-need to…!”

Phil smirked, watching Dan’s face and admiring how he fell apart just from some pain and a hand around his cock. He was gorgeous, his face all roughed up and his hair falling in his eyes, sticking from sweat. Phil wanted to fuck his brains out, but then wasn’t really the time.

“Too bad,” he said finally, stopping again right when Dan was the closest possible.

Dan let out an incredulous noise, groaning, his hips bucking into nothing, desperate for friction.

“Fuck you,” he said breathlessly, his voice breaking. “Fuck you, Phil Lester. Let me cum.”

“Tell me what I need to know, sweetheart.” He dipped two fingers under Dan’s chin, bringing his face up. “Or, trust me, I could do this all day.”

Dan shook his head.

Twenty minutes later, and Dan was visibly shaking again. Tears streamed down his face, and he didn’t even remember when they had started. His hips constantly twitched, and he had to gasp for breath.

“Please.” His voice was soft and broken and desperate and sleepy; goddamn beautiful. “Please, Phil, I need it, I-”

“Aw.” Phil stuck out his lower lip, mocking him. “Poor baby. Poor desperate little whore, do you need to cum, my love?”

Dan shuddered, nodding frantically, not even above falling for Phil’s teasing.

Phil slapped him, the noice echoing through the room, and Dan moaned.

“Then tell me what I fucking need to know, Dan. It’s that simple,” he hissed through his teeth.

Dan whimpered, sleepily shaking his head. But then Phil’s mouth was on his dick, his jeans shoved down, and god, he had been close for an hour now. He just needed it so bad.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he squeezed them shut.

Phil had been edging him for so goddamn long, he was going crazy. He was so weak, and every second that Phil touched him, he got closer. The very edge, and Phil’s hot, wet mouth was closed around him, humming, and fuck he was going to cum. It was right there, and then…

Phil pulled off with a pop, glaring at him. Dan could scream. And then he lost it.

“Phil, f-fuck, your mouth is so good, please-” he choked on the words, the emotion and need getting caught in his throat, and there were tears on his cheeks again. “Please, need to cum, please let me, p-please-” he hiccuped, shaking his head desperately. “Please, no more. N-No more, I’ll tell you!”

Phil smiled, drawing his thumb down Dan’s cheek.

“Mmh, good boy,” he hummed, and Dan soaked up the praise, nuzzling against Phil’s hand like a kitten. He didn’t care anymore. “That’s all I wanted. Tell me everything, and then you can cum.”

Dan nodded frantically, sniffing, the words spilling from his mouth like a waterfall. How he had been sent to scope out the new recruits, how his gang had been planning to kidnap one of the new kids, hold him hostage. Even how they had anticipated that Dan would get caught, and how he would try and get information on the inside as well.

At the end Dan broke down, a sob catching in his throat, still so fucking hard, his dick still leaking and straining to reach his stomach.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Phil said sweetly, fastening his hand around Dan’s cock for the thousandth time.

Dan sucked in a sharp breath, his head lolling backwards, whimpering softly.

Phil got him off in a matter of moments, and Dan moaned loudly and high pitched as he spilled over Phil’s hand and his stomach.

Phil untied him, seeing as he was practically passed out, and Dan slumped to the ground.

He stood over him, looking over the exhausted, broken boy laying on the ground beneath him, breathing heavily. What a gorgeous mess.

He leaned over, kneeling next to him and lifting his head up by his hair. Dan didn’t even react, except for glancing at him sleepily.

“Needless to say, you can’t go back to your gang,” Phil said calmly.

“You gonna kill me?” Dan asked, more like a statement, as if he didn’t even care what the answer was.

“No…” Phil hummed, letting Dan lay back down and running his fingers through his tangled hair. “I was thinking you’d stay here. With me.”

Dan made a noise of acknowledgment, licking his ripped up lips.

“If it means we can do that again, then I’m down.”

A Father At Last (Peter Quill x Reader)

Originally posted by despairingfever

By popular demand: Peter finding out you’re pregnant. 

Just in time for mother’s day!


Peter shut his eyes and looked away as he held back your hair. He wasn’t doing the best job at it. A few strands had fallen in your face, but he was too busy trying not to throw up himself, to bother tightening his grip. He’d been in disgusting situations before. He’d grown up around dozens of men who didn’t know what it meant to shower. He’d been covered in god knows how many different types of alien muck. He’d been peer pressured—while drunk—to eat all sorts of strange foods…and he was fine with it all. But when it came to vomit, he could hardly hear the word without inwardly gagging a little.

Thankfully, none of his current shipmates tended to get ill; save for one occasion when Drax caught the A’askavarian flu. Peter physically locked him in the bathroom for the duration, and took to sleeping in the cockpit, as far as possible from any noises. It was a rough few days for his stomach—and Drax’s—but they both managed to survive, no thanks to Rocket’s incessant teasing.

But this situation was different. There was a difference between friends and girlfriends, and that meant holding your hair back, rather than flicking a band in your direction and running away, like he so desperately wanted to do.

Keep reading

Breathe

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,361

Cassie’s Classics Challenge - “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin

Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader. 


“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.

“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.

“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need some confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.

Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.

Keep reading

So there’s this long list of prompts, and I love all of them, so I’m going to do a bunch of them completely unprompted.

Number One: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”


“I can’t believe this is your dirty secret.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows, adjusting his belt. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, scrapbooking? Ballroom dance? Secret piccolo prodigy?” Stiles tried to shimmy the massive wedgie out of his buttcrack, but it just slipped in further. God damn it. He was wearing way too many layers to go after it, at least two of them chainmail.

“Piccolo?” Boyd’s tone itself wasn’t threatening, but picking up a broadsword and sheathing it on his belt certainly was. It was much bigger than Stiles’ sword, that was for sure.

“Come on, dude. Do you really not see the irony of a literal werewolf LARPing? And not as a werewolf? You wouldn’t even need prosthetics!”

“It’s not roleplaying if you’re just being yourself.”

“Okay, but why roleplay when you’re already a badass? Let’s face it, if anyone here should be roleplaying, it’s the pack human who doesn’t have superpowers.”

“They aren’t superpowers!” Derek’s usual reflex response came from behind the curtain, and then he added, “Are you sure you didn’t give me Kira’s outfit?”

Boyd rolled his eyes like they were the ones being unreasonable here. “Yes, I’m still sure. Come out.”

Stiles couldn’t actually hear it, but it was like a sixth sense by now; he knew Derek sighed before yanking back the crookedly hanging sheet that served as a dressing room in a corner of their massive canvas pack tent.

“So, the skirt is supposed to be this short.”

Keep reading

Did this with number 1 from those post break up prompts I reblogged a few days back! 

Character A is on their way to sell the engagement ring they once bough for Character B (but the never got to propose) when they run into Character B again.

Wolfstar of course :)


Sirius wished the universe had at least had the decency to make it a cloudy, dreary, possibly miserable but that might be taking it a bit far, day. If this was what it had led him too, it was the least it could do, really.

He stared at the blue sky through the small front window of James and Lily’s flat, then back down at the small, velvet box in his hand. His thumb was poised to open it, nail in the soft crease between the top and bottom… and he couldn’t.  He couldn’t. If he saw it again he’d never get rid of it. And it was of no use to him. Not anymore. He’d spent enough hours staring at it, the gold rim, the small inside engraving. It had promised him everything and, now that everything had been lost, it was just a heart breaking reminder. It was worthless. He knew this. But he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it sitting there, cold in the box still. It should be with him. A sudden image of Remus kissing him, palms to his cheeks, and feeling the cool pressure of the ring on his left flooded through his mind. He pushed it away with difficulty.

He shoved the box into his pocket, grabbing a jumper from the back of the couch and pulling it roughly over his head while calling to James.

“Going out!”

“Okay!” A beat, and then, “Actually, wait, wait!”

Sirius turned from the direction of the door as James appeared in the kitchen doorway, tea in hand. His other rubbed the back of his neck.

“Are you, um…” He coughed, eyes flicking down to Sirius’ hands, searching, “Are you going…”

“Yeah.” Sirius said too quickly. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, and?”

James shook his head a little, shrugging and bringing his tea to his lips, “Nothing. Nothing, alright. Right…”

He shuffled his feet a little and Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m fine,” He definitely wasn’t fine, “I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?”

James didn’t look any more at ease but he nodded, “Yeah.”



The day felt just as nice as it looked and Sirius scowled at the sun, defiantly putting his hood up and his head down.

The feeling of the box knocking against his thigh with every step was excruciating, a constant reminder of what he was about to do.

It should be with him.

His feet felt heavier with every step, every bump, and he found himself staring at the lump in his pocket. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter at his sides until his nails felt like pin pricks and the box felt like a scorching iron across his skin.

“Fucking hell-“ He dug it out of his pocket roughly, just as he collided with something— someone. Sirius’ head knocked right into a rather bony shoulder making his swear again, only to have the word mix with another curse.

“Shit, sorry, didn’t see.. you.. oh.”

Sirius’ heart started thrumming painfully in his chest. Remus straightened up in front of him.

Sirius went straight back to cursing the universe. Not now. God, please not today.

Sirius just stood there, unable to open his mouth. Remus looked… thin. His hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, as apposed to the usual neat swoop to the side. Really, Sirius couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They were rimmed with soft purple, and as golden as ever. He thought he might drop to his knees, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, under the weight of the sheer longing that was coating his heart.

Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times before, “It’s a bit hot for a hood.”

Sirius blinked because what? “Wh- What?”

Remus’ cheeks flushed, “I- I don’t know why I said that. But- I- don’t you think?”

Sirius stared a moment more, then slowly raised his hand, swiping his hood from his head, “Right. The sun was just feeling a bit too…” He shook his head, still caught too off guard by how—normal—this conversation sounded.

Remus just nodded distractedly, eyes suddenly not on Sirius’, but trained on Sirius’ hand that was still resting on Sirius’ shoulder from removing his hood. He looked uneasy, panicked even.

Sirius watched as he swallowed thickly, voice coming out horse, “Meeting someone?”

Sirius knit his brows, cocking his head slightly at the sudden question, and the look crossing Remus’ face. How could I be meeting someone when that look is out there somewhere needing someone to kiss it away?

“No. ‘m not, why?”

When Remus’ eyes didn’t move to his, Sirius followed his gaze. His stomach dropped at what he found on the other end. The small, velvet box was still grasped in his hand. In plain sight.

“I- Oh. Fuck, no-” He realized what this must look like to Remus and it only made his heart tighten further. The mere thought that Remus could have it in his head that Sirius would ever, ever be with anyone else right now drove a knife in and twisted it, “No, Re- Remus,” Sirius corrected himself quickly at the way Remus winced.

“It’s fine.” Remus mumbled, “I- I don’t know why I asked. I guess I just…” He trailed off, “Dunno.”

Sirius’ mind whirled, desperately trying to find some lie to tell. He definitely wasn’t about to give Remus the truth, not with the way he wouldn’t even look at him.

“I- This is- I mean, I bought this for— these.” He corrected himself as a thought formed in his head, “I’m going to sell. This is- these are… cuff links. For James’ birthday. He- He didn’t like them.”

Remus’s eyes, which had still been fixed on the box, found Sirius’, “Oh.”

Sirius, gripped the box tightly in his palms, thumb, out of habit, wedging the opening but unwilling to follow through, “Y-Yeah.”

Remus’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes shifted from glazed over, and seemed to fill with a flicker of… something.

“Sirius…” Remus took a step forward.

Sirius’ eyes nearly closed at the way Remus said his name. Like he used to.

“Yeah…” Sirius breathed.

Remus’ eyes flit over his face as he stares down at him, “James’ birthday is in March.”

“I..” Fuck. “Yeah. It is.”

“It’s July.”

Sirius closed his eyes, taking in the close proximity of Remus’ presence and being silently furious with himself at the same time, “Yeah.” He sighed, defeated, “It is.”

Remus’ voice came out soft, “Can I see?”

Sirius’ eyes flashed back to the pools of bronze, panicked, “They’re really not much. Pretty plain. I mean-“ You never saw it. You didn’t want it. “They aren’t- It doesn’t really matter. He didn’t want them.”

Remus cocked his head, “How do you know?”

“Because he kind left before I could give them to y- him.” Sirius sighed, feeling heat bubble in his chest. He wasn’t sure what emotion it was, there were too many flowing through him.

Remus’ brow furrowed, “Well if you had stopped him maybe you could have found out. Let me see.”

Sirius flushed. They definitely weren’t talking about James anymore. “How was I suppose to know he wanted to be stopped?”

“Of course I wanted to be stopped!”

The silence that followed left what little space there was between them now heavy with Remus’ words. They were both breathing hard. Remus’ hand had somehow made its way over Sirius’ on the box. Sirius was burning at the touch.

Remus closed his eyes, letting a breath out through his nose, “Of course I wanted to be stopped.” He repeated.

Sirius stared at him, the crease between his eyebrows, the frown on his mouth, the tightness of his jaw. He swallowed hard, voice coming out shaky, “You can’t expect me to know that, that’s- that isn’t fair. You were so.. You were so angry with me, I thought-”

Remus opened his eyes, fixing them on the ground. The sun cast eyelash shadows on his cheeks. He looked more tired and thin than he had when they started. He shook his head, “No, it isn’t fair.”

Sirius’ heart tugged when Remus let his hand slip away.

Remus still wouldn’t look at him, “‘m sorry, I… I don’t know.”

He turned, carefully avoiding brushing against Sirius again, and started to walk away. Sirius reeled at the loss of contact, the sudden empty space in front of him. He was thrown back in time, standing in their old flat. He was staring into Remus’ tear stricken face one moment and was hearing the door slam the next. There was a velvet box in his pocket and he was very, very alone.

Not again. He decided. Not again.

“Remus.”

Sirius turned at the same time Remus did, eyes meeting. He was sure his looked wild. Remus’ looked just as untamed. He tried to slow his breathing, fingers tightening around the box.

He took a step forward.

“It isn’t cufflinks.”

Remus let out a breath, “No?”

“No.” He took another step, slowly closing the distance between them, “It’s-“ His eyes flitted over Remus’ face, hating ever worry marked there, every frown, each tired rim around his eyes, “God. It’s what I should have stopped you with.”

“You couldn’t have known-“

“I should have known.” He took the final step, thumb finally flicking the box open, “I should have let you know how much I…” He didn’t look down at the ring. Instead, he watched Remus’ eyes widen, he watched his lips part. He watched what he had wished he had watched for months. What he could watch for years. Remus’ eyes went back to his and they were glassy. He looked so tired. Sirius needed to fix it.

“Re..” Remus’ brows knit, eyes shutting at the nickname. He let out a soft noise when he felt Sirius’ hand on his cheek, holding him together.

“Re, I should’ve know. I- I know now, okay?” He ducked his head a little, desperately needed Remus to look at him, “Please, Re-“

But Remus was kissing him, hands on Sirius’ cheeks, a few tears on his own. And Sirius was melting, nearly dropping the box, the ring, as his arms made their way around Remus’ waist.

He closed the box as he kissed Remus. He had a lifetime to give him that ring. He needed this now, they needed this now. He slipped it into Remus’ back pocket, causing him to let out a watery laugh against his lips, and smiled as he wound his fingers in Remus’ hair, pulling their mouths back together.

And with Remus against him, laughing into his kiss, Sirius thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad the sun was out today after all.

Vegas

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Whoo! Two days in a row, go me. I think I’ve got my mojo back.

Requests:  

  1. fluff. daveed. this is all i ask for. maybe a little smut?😏😏
  2. dom daveed SMuT pLS
  3. Diggs + smut = my request
  4. PLSPLSPLS MORE DAVEED SMUT IAM A TH I RST Y BITCH JAHJ
  5. Daveed x reader where reader claims that she always has to fake orgasms when she’s with a guy and he says that he can change that and it ends it smuttttt

Word Count: 2711

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and lots of it

“So a guy’s never made you come before?” Oak asked with his jaw hanging a bit open.

“Nope,” you said nonchalantly while scrolling through your Twitter mentions.

It was intermission of the second show of the day and you, Oak, Anthony, and Jasmine were all hanging out in Oak’s dressing room, talking about random topics. Now, the topic seemed to be focused on you because you had accidentally let the fact that you had never had a real orgasm during sex slip into the conversation.

“Ever?” Anthony pressed in disbelief, somehow not believing you.

“Never ever.” You confirmed, looking up to see all three pairs of eyes on you. “What?”

“Do you tell them what they’re doing wrong?” Jazzy asked.

“With the first couple of guys, yeah, but after a while, I just stopped because it wasn’t working anyway. I didn’t want to make them feel bad about themselves, so I just started faking orgasms every time. I just finish myself off after they go to clean up or something.” You shrugged.

Keep reading

doctor pepper ❖ baekhyun

admin : - velvet

genre : just plain love, sweetheart byun baekhyun and his cheeky smile, doctor!au, smut (on the next part)

(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

| Part 2


Watch out, Y/N!❞ someone shouted from the basketball field.

You were - as always - seated on the large stairs, waiting for your best friend Sehun to finish his basketball practice, your art book in hands and the pencil between your fingers, ready to complete the survey that Mr Do left to do for homeworks.

Keep reading

Dear Evan Hansen, Jul. 13th 2017 (Act 1)

Dear Evan Hansen,

Today’s going to be a good day and here’s why:

Because Michael Lee Brown was on as Evan Hansen, and you get to review him! (and cry a lot more than you already have.)

This is Part 1 of my summary and review! A second part will come soon!

I’m dedicating this whole thing to @neglectedrainbow because they seem to love Michael Lee Brown as much as I do. (I also love their writing and their account)

Keep reading

nude wars — preview

pt1 | pt2 preview

pairings: yoongi x reader x jungkook

genre: smut, touches of fluff / frat!yoonkook

description: Okay sure, maybe having a threesome with two best friends from the same frat wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done. But hey, when the result was them vying for your attention in the form of scandalous snaps, breathy audio messages, and unspeakable texts, well then the decision definitely wasn’t that bad.

— Or alternatively, your phone getting caught in the middle of Yoongi and Jungkook constantly trying to one-up each other in a war of sexting (and just maybe romantics).

note: so I know pt2 was supposed to come out today, but I’ve been sick for the past week and a half and I actually ended up having to go to the hospital yesterday bc I guess I wasn’t taking it seriously enough. but yeah, I thought I could at least post a tiny snippet ;;


It took all of five minutes into your shift for the post-sexting depression to kick in. The only word you could use to describe today’s atmosphere at work being completely dead. There were barely any customers to keep you occupied, leaving you to watch the time tick by as your only form of entertainment, second by unbearably miserable second burying you deeper into a realm of inescapable boredom.

And this continued on… For five miserable hours, until you finally managed to gain some relief. Your good friend and co-worker, Jimin, finally coming in to start his shift.

“Someone looks like they had a long night. Let me guess, another late night on greek row?” He snickered, making his way behind the counter to join you.

“Haha, very funny, but… Yeah,” You ended up admitting, causing chuckles to fall from both of you.

Keep reading

Caught on Tape

Title: Caught on Tape

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader, fem!reader x best friend!Amy and best friend!Kathryn

Word Count: 1570

Summary: Requested. I adore your blog. Can I request an Ethan x reader where the reader is a YouTuber and won’t do the smash or pass challenge bc she has a crush on Ethan so Kathryn and Amy and the reader are having like a sleepover and they do that to the reader and when they mention Ethan she gets all embarrassed and says smash and admits she has a crush on him and Ethan overhears and then fluff happens. Sorry if this is too specific but I love your fics!!

Warnings: Swearing! A little inappropriate! Please watch out, innocent eyes!

A/N: For @all-i-have-is-my-honor ! I hope you like it!

Originally posted by crankityler

        If there was one place that was a more accepting environment than anything, it was the youtube community. Despite some hate, there was always people who created a loving place where everyone was invited and could be themselves. This was especially true for small channels, such as your own. And especially when you collaborated with other small channels. 

        This week, yourself and Ethan, from Crankgameplays, were doing a small play through of Would You Rather. It was a silly thing, sitting across from each other reading the questions which prompted more specific thoughts than you imagined. The twist, however, was if you were in the majority of votes, you got to draw whatever you wanted on the other persons face without lifting the pen; and vice versa. However, right at the begging, you had to establish some rules. 

        “Ethan!” You yelped, pulling far away as you smacked his arm. He was practically red in the face as he laughed, the jumbo liner in his hand shaking. “You cannot draw a dick on my face!”

        “This is what you wanted! You practically forced me!”

        “By what? Putting the pen in your hand?!”

        In the end, you forced Ethan to turn the two circles into a heart, one that took up the top half of your face, straight down the middle. As the game continued, the drawings went from goofy to more and more detailed, yourself and Ethan turning into walking canvases. In a particularly detailed drawing, you were drawing gears that looked like they were coming out of his face, you grabbed his face, practically pulling him against your chest so you could get a better angle. Standing over him, concentrating so hard you didn’t notice Ethan’s face progressively getting redder by the second, completely eye level with your throat and collar bones. Or, more importantly, the dip of your shirt. 

        “There!” You sat with a huff, falling back into your chair with a smile. You couldn’t help the fur between your brows as you finally took notice of Ethan’s red face. “Hey, you okay?” Ethan gave you a big smile, nodding slightly.

        “Yeah, just a little warm. Mind turning on that fan for me.” A light blush filled your cheeks as he gave you a genuine smile, stirring the feelings inside your heart. Once the fan was on, the video resumed without a hitch. Turning to the camera, tears practically streaming out of your eyes as you observed the detailed mustache you drew on Ethan, you began to do your outro. 

        “Thank you all so much for being here! I’ll see you in the video. Aaaaaaand….Signing off!” With a single salute, you were about to finish the recording, but Ethan was quick to throw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You began laughing as he shook you around, tickling your sides, trying to add another drawing to your face that you just knew would get your flagged. You always loved recording with Ethan; not just because the feeling he gave you deep in the pit of your stomach, but because he could easily distract that feeling with the side splitting laughter that always left you clutching your sides.

        —

        You spent most of the rest of the day editing the video. It wasn’t originally supposed to go up until the following day, but you just couldn’t help it. Filming with Ethan always gave you the best content. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as your picked pieces of the footage to put in the final edit, watching as you goofed around, playfully nudging and joking around. Yet, there was this one part that you couldn’t take your eyes off of. It was when Ethan has suddenly got very warm within your room, his face going red. On the screen, you were out of camera, only your body in the frame. Ethan’s eyes were completely forced forwards, glancing between the curve of your neck, and the dip in your shirt. You felt you cheeks heat up, doubt swirling in your mind. Yet, nothing could hide the truth from playing right in front of you.

        He’s still a young adult, you thought, he’s attracted to every woman in a low cut shirt.

        These thoughts, however, didn’t stop you from watching the clip over and over, analysing every detail of it. In fact, you were so engrossed in it, that you didn’t notice Kathryn sneaking up behind you. With a small jump, she placed both of her hands on your shoulders, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

        “Eep! Kathryn!” You quickly minimized your screen, spinning in your chair so fast you forgot about the huge headphones covering your ears, which caused them to rip right off your head. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Kathryn, however, didn’t notice, as she was practically hunched over with laughter. “Jerk.”

        “Come on, don’t be like that. I was just coming to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with Amy and I.” She didn’t have to ask you twice. You needed a break, something to take your mind off the blue haired boy that constantly invaded your thoughts. Nearly sprinting to the living room, Amy was already there, warm sweater wrapped around her, and a blanket draped over her legs. She had a cup of tea in her hands, which she daintily blew on before taking a sip. You swear, you’ve never seen such a soft, swan-like human before meeting Amy. However, her quiet and gentle moment was destroyed by yourself and Kathryn barreling into the room, jumping onto the nearest couches with bowls of popcorn and your own assorted beverages. 

        It wasn’t until half way before the movie before Kathryn spoke of the video she had spotted you studying.

        “So, you and Ethan made a video, huh. Looked pretty interesting.” She lightly snickered to herself, taking another sip of her drink. You blushed bright red, angrily glaring at her. Amy, of course, immediately caught the tone in her friends voice. 

        “Ooooh. What video would this be, hmm? Something for your fandom to latch onto?”

        “It’s nothing like that. Ethan was just watching me draw on his face.” You tried to be nonchalant, you really did. But around your best friends, you couldn’t hold together the lie. “Okay, I caught Ethan on video checking me out. But, before you say anything, I’m a hundred percent sure it’s because he had nowhere else to look. Really, its my fault. I didn’t even give the poor fella a chance.” Amy hit you with her skeptical look, while Kathryn scoffed next to you. “Look, it doesn’t even matter anyway. Even if he did, there’s no way he would ever return my feelings.” Amy and Kathryn were immediately at full attention, both turning their bodies so they could look at you directly. Amy opened her house, ready for questioning, but the voice that came out was not hers.

        “You like me?” All three of you whipped your head around, a very surprised blue boy standing at the archway, a single cup of ice water clinking in his hand. You immediately stood, blanket falling from your lap to a puddle around your feet. “You actually like me?”

        “Ethan! Oh my god. No, wait, you got it all wrong. When I said return my feelings, I meant like feelings of friendship and trust!” With each rushed word you stepped closer, trying so hard to fix your mistake and salvage your beloved friendship. However, Ethan just continued to stare, his eyes trailing your every move. 

        “So, you don’t like me?” Your mouth opened and closed, trying desperately, but you couldn’t make him unhear everything that you had said as he walked past your girls night to the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, you simply hung your head and nodded. There was three beats in the next second. One, a footstep. Two, a clink of glass on glass. Three, your gasp as Ethan forced your head up to place his lips upon yours. You had no hesitation before kissing back, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer, closer, closer. By his arms, his shoulders, his hair. He pulled as close to him as possible, kissing the breath right out of your lungs. The shock on your friends faces were completely ignored as you continued to kiss. Finally. Finally, he was yours. 

Trust

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: After you kill the main target on a mission, Bucky can’t help but be angry with you. What happens when he finds out why you killed the target and therefore why you ruined the mission?
Words: 1835
Warning: fighting, killing, mention of the Winter Soldier book…


Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi angel ur blog is my haven ive read thru all your posts and it all so beautiful! *ugly shrieking* can i ask for the boys s/o turned into a child? Imagine them dealing with her raucous and mischief omgee 😆😆

Oh, you call me an Angel.  (❁´▽`❁) Thank you for stopping by, love, The boys can’t even take care of themselves, let’s just throw a baby in there for the hell of it!

~~~~~

“Y/N! Are you okay!”

The purple smoke begun to clear the battlefield, fighting against a new form of deamon who seemed to make it’s mission to go after you, and you alone.  Only to toss something in your direction, before leaving.

“Y/n!”

All four men crowded around the spot that you were last seen, only to stare in shock at the child sitting there in your clothes, no  more than 2 years old.

“Well…”

“Shit.”

~~~~~

Noctis

“Because you love her.” Noctis found himself repeating to himself, possibly for the tenth time in the last hour. He only had to suffer through 3 more hours of your 24 hours curse before he had back his girlfriend, rather than this deamon spawn you had become.

When you had first turned, the five of you all climbed into the car, you sitting between himself and Gladiolus as you normally did. Noctis’s arm wrapped tightly around your small waist to ensure you didn’t go flying should Ignis suddenly break. The Prince begun to doze off slightly, only to feel you climb into his lap.

Keep reading

hes-my-silver-archer-boy-deacti  asked:

Hey, not sure if you are still doing requests, but will you pretty please do #2 for Nicky and Erik. Like maybe early on during the exchange program maybe?... I really love your writing sooooo much.

(This was sent a million years ago but I loved writing them and I hope you like it too!! You’re too goddamn kind wth)

02: “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.” nicky/erik

Their routine is pretty simple, now that he’s settled in. Make breakfast with Erik’s mom (the only morning person in the house), try not to burn things when Erik walks in with the sun on the hem of his smile. Go to the airy Stuttgart high school and text Erik under the desks, feel German in his mouth like something God put there directly, something his parents never touched. Wander home past palace square and pretend it’s the fresh, sunny air making him feel untouchable, not Erik’s fingers brushing his knuckles.

They sleep in the same room, three feet apart, until the house takes soft breaths and the clock is the loudest sound on the air. The hardwood is cool when Nicky climbs out of bed and Erik lifts his duvet for him.

The whole thing is indescribable. The way coming to Germany felt like breaking out of prison, and Erik Klose at the arrival gate had felt like instantly stumbling upon a five star hotel with his name on the guest list.

Every day he spends watching Erik get teased about his sexuality by his mother with a pat on the cheek and a shared laugh, every time their now mutual friends nudge him and Erik together, every church service he spends staring at the rainbow flag peeking innocently out from the decor, is another day that he can’t stop gulping in the freshness of the air.

He dreams about the conversion camp, and he wakes up in his maybe boyfriend’s arms. He falls in love with how easy it is and cries when he thinks of how easy it wasn’t and can’t always be. English rusts in his mouth.

Erik doesn’t label the thing they have, but sometimes they sit in the family’s garage on their sixth or seventh beer (eighteen Nicky. You’re legal. Stop trying to smuggle six packs past my mother like she doesn’t know what we’re doing) and they bet on how many cars will go by. Erik holds Nicky’s hand to his own heart and counts off all the verses in the bible that preach unconditional love.

“You know that whole ‘love is patient, love is kind’ thing? That’s for you too,” Erik says, tugging the hair out from behind Nicky’s ear so it curls around his face.

“Mmm. I don’t think my love would be patient. My love would get shit done.”

Erik laughs, leaning back and cradling his beer to his chest. “I don’t doubt it.”

Keep reading

Tease pt. 2 (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff and a little bit of smut

Word Count: 2,337

Summary: (33- “Bite me” “If you insist.”) Ever since you moved next door to Baekhyun, you have been the victim of his teasing and you had enough.

A/N: Hi, sorry everyone. I know I said I’d post sooner but I’ve been hella busy and I had really bad writer’s block. But here it is and I hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2

Originally posted by sefuns


Part 2

He can’t see you the same anymore. Baekhyun can’t see you the same in class, when you walk by him with your friends, and now he can’t see you the same at Suho’s party. 

He didn’t expect to see you there. He thought you were so invested in your studies that you didn’t have time to go out, let alone go to a party. 

Ever since the day you humiliated him and left him with a hard on, he couldn’t look you in the eye. He hasn’t spoken to you and you haven’t spoken to him. 

You assumed he finally understood the annoyance and extremity of his teasing after you gave him a taste of his own medicine. But little did you know that he had other things in mind. 

Keep reading

batfamgirl777  asked:

Could you write a Damian Wayne oneshot where she is a new Bat protege called Mockingjay. Damian has been relatively quiet around her but she has a slight crush on him. Dick insists on a movie night and she sits between Jason and Dami. She starts to fall asleep and leans onto Jay's shoulder. Jay picks her up and sets her in Dami's lap and she cuddles into him. Jay just says something like "Cuddle your girlfriend". And just ... some fluffy movie night stuff and blushing reader ...?

Oh my lord this is too cute thank you!

~~~

“Hi, Damian.” You waved as the boy in question walked past you.

“Mockingjay.” He replies without looking at you.

Your shoulders sag and you face your food, not feeling as happy as you had before.

Ever since you became Robin’s partner, he had been distant with you. That of course meant that you developed a crush on him. Because it would’ve been to easy to have a crush on someone who actually said hi once in a while.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Dick slides into the chair across from you and looks at you expectantly.

“Huh? Oh nothing. I’m fine.” You don’t realize that your still looking at the door Damian had gone through.

Dick turns and looks through the open door to see the young Wayne sitting engrossed in whatever he was doing.

A smirk found its way onto his face as he turned to look at you again.

“What do you say we skip patrol tonight? I’m sure I can convince Bruce to let us have a movie night instead?”

You look at him skeptically.

“No way he would ever allow that.” You raise an eyebrow.

Dick stands up determinedly. “Challenge accepted.”

~~~

“I can’t believe he actually allowed this.” You mutter to yourself as you make your way to the couch.

Dick grins smugly at you as he takes a seat in the couch. You look to the only open spot and have a mini panic attack. It’s in between Jason and Damian.

Jason you could handle. You liked the Red Hood. He was funny and nice to you.

But Damian? The boy who had only ever spoken to you out of necessity? The boy you had feelings for? That one?

You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as you took the seat. You didn’t notice that you leaned a bit more towards Jason, or the look of hurt that flitted across the Boy Wonder’s face before it was replaced by a mask of cool indifference.

But Dick noticed.

And he smiled.

~~~

It was the fourth movie of the night and you were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

Usually at this time you were crawling into your warm bed and falling asleep, still in costume.

But sandwiched in between the two boys, both of whom were larger than you, you were pretty warm.

Which was why you didn’t feel weird at all as you drifted off to sleep, your head lolling to the side and landing on Jason’s shoulder.

It took a few minutes for Dick to notice you were asleep, and for him to nudge Jason’s shoulder.

“What do you want?” Jason hissed.
“Y/N is sleeping.”

Dick nodded and looked at Damian suggestively, altering between pointing at you and pointing at Damian.

Jason’s eyes widened in understanding. He smirked and glanced at Damian, who was trying very hard not to notice how comfortable you were on his brother.

He looked at you however when Jason scooped you up and dumped you on his lap.

“Todd what is the meaning of this?” Damian couldn’t hide the faint rings of pink on his cheeks as you burrowed yourself into his chest, eager for warmth.

“Shut up and cuddle your girlfriend.” Jason replied, his eyes returning to the screen.

“She isn’t-she’s not my girlfriend.” Damian spluttered, his cheeks growing red now.

“And who’s fault is that?” Dick interjected. “You’re the one who has been blowing off every attempt at a conversation with her.”

“I’m not, I didn’t, I fail to see how this is your business, Grayson.” Damian replied, trying to maintain his cool facade.

“You made it my business when you started making her sad.” Dick said with an eye roll.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I would have noticed if she had feelings for me.” Damian scoffed, looking down at you longingly.

“Are you blind?” Jason exclaims, making Damian glare as you shift in your sleep.

“Sometimes I wonder if you really are the son of the World’s Greatest Detective.” Dick slams a palm to his forehead.

Suddenly, the a character in the movie slams a door, making you start and wake up.

The three boys freeze and stare at you expectantly.

The smell surrounding you isn’t the same one you fell asleep to. Instead of gunpowder and pine, you smell animal fur and, something else that you can’t quite put a finger on.

You use your hands to push yourself up and turn to look at whatever you were sleeping on.

“Oh my god!” You reel back as you realize what happened, falling off the couch in a tangle of blankets.

“Y/N are you okay?” You hear the smile in his voice and you moan in embarrassment.

“Oh my god.” You whine, staying wrapped up in the blankets. Your cheeks are blazing and it’s starting to get really hot in the blankets. Plus, Dick and Jason are laughing at you.

You feel cool air against your face as someone pulls away the blankets.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, even though I thought it was Jason, and-” you stop abruptly when you see him smiling at you.

You’ve never seen him smile like that before. Genuine. He usually only smiles when he’s fighting criminals, or antagonizing someone, but it never looks like this.

“It’s fine. I truly didn’t mind.” He offers a hand to help you up.

You manage to free your hand from the blankets and take his, the butterflies threatening to explode when you make contact.

The blankets fall to the floor when you’re standing, and you blush again.

“Thank you.” You said, before turning towards the stairs. “I should probably get to bed though, so that doesn’t happen again.”

As you walk away your hear the couch shifting and feel a silent argument before a voice breaks that silence.

“I’ll come with you. I should probably rest as well.” Damian calls.

You hear his footsteps hurry to catch up with as you fight to keep your cheeks from turning red again.

As you climb the stairs, you get the feeling that he wants to say something.

“Y/N?” He says before you enter your room.

You turn and look up at him. He leans down and presses as soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, a tinge of pink on his cheeks. It’s nothing compared to the full blown explosion on yours.

“Would you like to accompany me to the movies sometime in the near future ?” He asks you.

“I, um, I” you curse your traitorous mouth when a look of disappointment clouds his face.

“Yes Damian I would love to.” You manage to say, your heart beating faster when he smiles at you again.

“I would love to.” You say again once in the safety of your own room.

5

( Inspired by an imagine by fandomoftears I really hope you don’t mind me writing this. It was just such a fun idea! )

Warnings : Balthazar does make a sexual comment. This imagine is kinda lengthy. Sorry, I got carried away.

You didn’t want to go; you weren’t really the religious type, but when a few of the Angels offered to go with you on a trip to visit your old family church, how could you say no? Cas accompanied you in your jeep since he knew you hated driving long distances on your own and the two of you met Gabriel, Balthazar, and Lucifer at you mothers house. It really was the oddest situation. You walked through the door to see your mother fawning over ‘how adorable’ Lucifer was and the angel looked surprised at the attention to say the least. Your mother knew about what you did for a living and she was beyond excited when you told her about the Angels. She insisted on meeting them, so this trip really did work out for everyone.

“Oh, (Y/n), these boys are all just so cute! And they’ve been so well mannered. I can’t really get the littler one to talk though.” She whispered the last part, cutting her eyes towards Lucifer.

“Luce, you feeling alright?” You laughed at him and he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Better now that you’re here, (Y/n).” He soon replied and your mother made a small squealing sound, squeezing your elbow.

“He’s flirting with you, (Y/n).” You mother said excitedly. You rolled your eyes. “So, where is everyone sleeping tonight?” She asked, looking around at the five of you.

“Angels don’t sleep, mom.” You said, laughing a bit as you carried your bags upstairs. The Angels had begun following you closely ever since you walked through the door and your mother was more than amused by it.

“I want to stay where ever (Y/n) is staying. We wouldn’t be sleeping much anyways.” Gabriel winked and you turned around on the top step, quickly punching him in the arm.

“Oh, you kids.” Your mother giggled before walking out the front door.

“Could you be anymore obnoxious?” You snapped at Gabe as you reached your old bedroom, throwing you bag on your bed.

“I could, but you keep me on a leash, doll.” Gabriel threw himself on your bed, bouncing once in the air before settling down on the soft mattress.

“Can you boys imagine how many times a sexually awakened, teenaged (Y/n) has touched herself in this very room.” Balthazar waved his hand around the room for a dramatic effect and you groaned in annoyance. “Oh, stop stressing yourself, love. We’ll be on our best behavior tomorrow morning.” He promised, sitting down in your office chair, spinning himself a bit.

“I hope so.” You mumbled before laying down next to Gabriel. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“We’re just poking fun at you, sweets. Now, you should get some rest. Big day tomorrow.” Gabriel seemed more excited than anyone and you didn’t see why. It was just church.

-

“(Y/n), are you sure this is a good idea? Should I be here?” Lucifer was holding your hand like a lost child and you felt kinda bad for him. “Of course I shouldn’t be here. What kind of question is that?” He was uttering to himself and you stopped, turning around to face him before walking through the church door.

“Listen to me, Luce, you’re fine. No one knows who you are and I want you with me. I need you with me.” You whispered to him. He smiled softly at you before taking in a deep breath and walking through the door with you.

“This is exciting.” Gabriel smirked, flopping down next to Castiel. Your mother was sitting in the front row, but you thought it would be best to keep your little party of angles in the back in case they got too rowdy. You were honestly worried at how happy Gabe was over this. He had to be up to something.

“Gabe,” you sighed, leaning forward so that you could see him past Balthazar. He shot you a wink.

“I’ll keep an eye on him, (Y/n). He won’t do anything out of line while I’m here.” Castiel promised you.

“Thank you, Cas.” You smiled a bit at him before the preacher took the stage.

“Let’s get this party started.” Balthazar said, resting his hand on your thigh. You never really noticed how close you were with all of the Angels until now. It was nice.

-

You were halfway through the service and you could tell the boys were getting antsy. Lucifer had both of his hands wrapped tightly around your right one. Balthazar was tapping your thigh impatiently and snickering quietly to you in between sarcastic remarks. Castiel kept leaning forward to look at you every time the preacher said something he didn’t like. Gabriel was just scaring you now. He was quiet. Too quiet.

You leaned forward to get a peak at him.

“Relax, darling. He knows better than to upset you.” Balthazar whispered to you, but you just couldn’t shake the worry you felt.

“There are signs everywhere of the Lord’s presence.” The preacher was saying. “When you’re in times of-” He fell silent, staring towards the back of the room. You and everyone else turned around to see a flag blowing frantically without a bit of wind in the room. Balthazar placed his head on your shoulder to hide his red face as he tried to hold in his laughter. You glanced at Gabe to see him smirking, at the amazed expressions on everyone’s faces.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, turning back around in your seat.

“God is with us ladies and gentlemen!” The preacher began shouting and the room erupted in applause.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You swore, looking up at Lucifer to see him smirking as well.

“He’s not harming anything, (Y/n).” He chuckled a bit. “If anything, he just gave these people a story to tell.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You sighed, allowing yourself to laugh a bit and settle down in your seat. This actually went pretty well for having four Angels in church.

-

“It was great to see you, (Y/n).” Your mother hugged you tightly before kissing your cheek and turning around to look at the Angels. “Don’t think I don’t know that it was one of you who pulled that flag stunt.” She raised her pointer finger and looked at them sternly before breaking into a smile. “That was the most entertaining service that church has had since (Y/n) switched the piano music with an ACDC song.”

“You did what?!” Gabriel burst into laughter and you giggled a bit. “This whole time you thought that I was going to be the one to start trouble! We should have been keeping an eye on you instead!”

“Oh, hush.” You rolled your eyes before hugging your mom one last time.

“Don’t be shy, boys! Come back with (Y/n) and see me anytime!” She said as the five of you walked towards your jeep. You all waved your goodbyes as you pulled out of the driveway and started down the road.

“I actually had a lot of fun with you guys this weekend.” You admitted to the Angels, smiling to yourself.

“See? We’re not that bad.” Gabriel poked your cheek before turning up a song on the radio.

“Now we just need to meet your father.” Balthazar added with a devious smirk. Gabriel smirked as well when he saw a look of horror flash across your face.

“That is so not happening.”

Long Distance (Chapter Four)

I cant wait to hear what you guys think of my au Bucky in this one! Hes sort of my favorite!


Thanks to everyone for rallying and getting all those notes on the last chapter, love to know you guys are reading and enjoying this! Love my readers!

I tried to add everyone who asked to the tag list, let me know if you want to be added!!!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE!

Enjoy :)
**************

“Tony.” Pepper ran a comforting hand over his shoulder. “Tony, are you alright?”

“Just leave me alone.” Tony was alternating between scribbling nonsense into a notebook and staring out the window at nothing. “Nothings wrong, just leave me alone.”

“Did something happen with Steve?” She asked softly. “I know you’re not answering his texts anymore.” Tony flinched away from her and she sighed. “Oh Tony. I’m sorry. What happened?”

“He has a boyfriend.” Tony said bitterly. “A boyfriend. We were all ‘oh I missed hearing from you all day!’ And ‘sure wish we lived closer!’ And I asked him to meet up and–” the pencil in his hand snapped in half. “And he’s got a boyfriend.”

“Tony…” Pepper floundered for a second, trying to find the right words. “Maybe you misunderstood him? Surely he wouldnt be talking to you all this time and then–”

“I asked him to meet up for Valentine’s Day, and he said that Bucky couldn’t wait to meet me and that they had both wanted to see me for weeks.” Tony shrugged. “I didn’t sign up to hang out with a couple. I didnt want to be a third wheel. I know it sounds stupid but I thought Steve and I– I thought we were–” then he shook his head. “It’s stupid. Just texting. It’s not like we even talked on the phone or anything. I have no reason to be upset. Stupid.”

“But you’re sad, so it isn’t stupid.” Pepper ran gentle fingers through his hair. “You’re more upset about this than you were about Shawna.”

“Yeah, I guess I hoped men didn’t play games like women do.” Tony snorted.

“Hey.” Pepper tugged at his hair. “Every gender has their stupid moments, Tony. You just seem to attract them more than others.”

“Thanks for that.” Tony frowned at her, but leaned his head against her stomach anyway. “Will you stay and have dinner with me?”

“Of course.” She hugged him a little tighter. “Tony, of course.”
**********************

“He still isn’t talking to you?” Bucky put his bag down and crossed the living room, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders.

“Nope.” Steve was staring dejectedly at his phone, slouched in the recliner. “I mean he texted me a few days ago, you know, telling me to lose his number but–”

“I’m sorry babe.” Bucky pressed a kiss to his temple. “We should have told him earlier. About us, I mean. You can’t blame him for being upset. Learning someone you like is in a relationship is tough on anyone. And when you first started talking, he had just been dumped, that’s why he had been having such a bad day remember? Hearing about you and I was probably just….” Bucky’s voice trailed off. “I mean, he would have been upset anyway, but more so considering how his last relationship ended.”

“I guess I assumed he would realize that you and I were together. Two guys eating dinner together, working out together… Sure I never came right out and said, but I didn’t think I had to. And it definitely didn’t occur to me that he would be upset that he’d stop talking to me.”

“You miss him.” Bucky said softly, and took the phone from Steve’s hand, moving so he could kneel between Steve’s legs. “Don’t you?”

“It’s so stupid.” Steve tugged his fingers through his hair in frustration. “It’s just texting, right? He has every right to be upset at me and I don’t really have a reason to miss him. Stupid.”

“It’s not.” Bucky ran his hands up and down Steve’s thighs comfortingly. “It’s not. I mean, I’m practically in love with the guy and I’ve only been reading over your shoulder. And if I miss hearing from him, I know it’s worse for you.”

Steve didn’t say anything, just leaned down until their foreheads touched and breathed a heavy sigh.

“Do you want me to try and call him?” Bucky offered then. “It’s been over a week, maybe he’s cooled down and would be willing to listen.”

“I don’t think—”

“Stevie.” Bucky brushed their lips together. “Honey, I want to talk to him too. I want to meet him too, remember? Just let me try.”

Without waiting for a reply, Bucky copied Tony’s number from Steve’s phone and hit ‘call’.

Keep reading

Night Moves (Part 4)

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: This one was a fast write but tons of fun to come up with!…


Keep reading

I See the Light - CINCI

I SEE THE LIGHT MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: When an opening for your favorite Disney Princess is posted backstage, you take your chances and audition. To your surprise, you got the part. But there was always a catch. Your Flynn Rider was none other than Bucky Barnes, the womanizer of the entire Disney cast. Will you two be able to play it off as a couple when there’s tension between you both?

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: holaaaaaa my friends! after this, all the good shit will go down i promise.

ENJOY!


You let out one of the most loudest laughs ever, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. You had to hold your stomach from the cramp that was starting to form as ears threatened to spill from your eyes as you laughed harder and harder.

Once the laughing fit subsided, you straightened up, wiped underneath your eyes and took in a deep breath. What you expected was for Bucky to be wearing that stupid smirk, but instead he was staring at you with a serious look upon his face.

“Oh my god,“ you gasped, “you weren’t kidding.”

Keep reading

Chains (Bucky Barnes)

Summary: Bucky walks in on you working out and you both decide to ‘work out’ together / based around the song Chains by Nick Jonas

Warning(s): A lot of sexual tension, swears, sexual themes and acts but no smut but kinda slight smut?

Send requests HERE

A/N: ok its almost 5am (when i finished writing it was around 6am lmao) and I wanted another dirty bucky fic ok dont jUDGE ME this song is so hot idgaf what anyone says it makes you feel like a sexy badass even when you’re a 15 year old lump like myself

With her wine stained lips, yeah she’s nothing but trouble

Bucky watched as he watched his fellow comrade (Y/N) (L/N) in tight gym leggings and nothing but a sports bra to hold your top half in place as you slammed your fists against the punching bag, your heavy fists leaving the punching bag to sway and occasionally you’d swing a kick into the side of the big heavy weight itself. Bucky eyed every movement, watching your (H/C) strands dance along with your body sways. Your feet would step into each punch for extra impact.

“(Y/N).” Bucky called out, eyeing your small heighted frame before meeting your eyes from a distance.

You turned, your hair swinging a bit as you lowered your stance, a knowing smirk on your lips.

“Ah, Buck. Never heard you come in.” You spoke in a low raspy tone, your throat dry from lack of water in your system during your workout.

Oh, what that voice did to Bucky. You could make the Winter Soldier weak at the knees like no other women with no effort of sexiness whatsoever.

“You looked to into doing what you were doing to hear me anyway, I don’t blame you doll.” Bucky hummed, walking further into the gym. “I actually came to ask you something.”

This intrigued you, Bucky coming to ask you something? You smirked, turning to the soldier with a hand on your hip and looking up at him from a distance.

“Go on.”

“May I have the pleasure of sparring with you?” Bucky gave a lop sided grin, “I mean, you’re not scared right?”

A mocking laugh emitted from your wine stained lips and you bite at the side of your mouth to silence yourself.

“Not in the slightest, James.” You purred, stepping forward a bit and pulling up your (H/L) (H/C) strands into a high ponytail, showing off your facial structure beautifully. “I wouldn’t even want you to go easy on me.”

Bucky snorted, teasing you with his smooth words. “But you’re so little, so delicate like a beautiful flower. I don’t want to hurt your little flower.”

A sexual tone seethed his words and you weren’t oblivious to the sexual tension thickening in the air.

“It’d be a pleasure for you to hurt my flower.

Now, it wasn’t usual for you to flirt like this with any random person who offers to spar with you- no. But James Buchanan Barnes was a walking sex god with no flaws whatsoever.

Your response seemed to take the metal armed soldier by shock, leaving him with a stunned expression for a few seconds before the good old flirt smiled charmingly.

Before he could respond, you took control of the conversation and the situation itself.

“Take your shirt off and push your hair back.” You commanded, biting your lower lip.

Bucky didnt waste a second to go over to your gym bag, collecting a hair tie and giving himself a man bun in seconds and with his back to you, he stripped his shirt away.

“Good boy.” You hummed, making Bucky feel heat grow into his groin.

Bucky turned around and walked up to you, “you sure you don’t want me to go easy, doll?

Cold to the touch but she’s warm as the devil

“Well, I’m not going easy on you.” You teased, catching him off guard with your quick actions as you walk up, pulling out your blunt wooden dagger that you used for sparring.

You were the attacker and Bucky was the defender.

Bucky quickly  swings his lower half back as you slash near his face, your feet moving quick incase of an attack your way. Your body moving side to side, your knuckles white on the grip of the wood.

Bucky grunts and reaches out and  grabs your wrist just before you could hit his shoulder with the faux dagger. You quickly swing one of your legs high into his jaw- the thudding sound of your shoe colliding with his jaw gave you savoured satisfaction.

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul

But its quickly flipped around once Bucky quickly grabs your ankle too, pulling you off your feet in total in one swipe.

Yet Bucky had no idea for what you had up your sleeve.

You breathed heavily before thrusting your body up, swinging your free leg to wrap around Bucky’s neck. Using your trapped wrist and ankle to your advantage as your sweat allows you to slip in Bucky’s grip to allow your body position to rotate and change as your ass is sitting on one of Bucky’s shoulders.

Even though you were very light compared to the strength of Bucky, Bucky still stumbled in surprise at how quick your tactics were. He was off guard and you used this to your advantage.

You bashed your free hand against Bucky’s head, tightening your grip around his neck with your muscled leg until one of his grips would slip free. That didn’t happen. What happened instead was Bucky moving forward and slamming your frame into the gym wall.

Your bare shoulder rubbed against the rough brick wall, creating friction burns along your perfect skin.

She takes ‘til I break and I can’t get more

A melodic grunt too leaves your lips as  Bucky slams you repeatedly against the wall in order for your grip to ease. You quickly start to reach for your dagger with your free hand in order to win the upperhand, but Bucky then lets go of you completely and thrashes you off his shoulder and onto the marble below.

You hiss, staring up at the super soldier, now gripping the dagger harshly, bringing your feet up as a defence quickly, swinging a harsh kick at Bucky’s thigh- not being your exact target but it’d do.

Bucky shoved your leg away and quickly went down on you, but you attempted to push him back with your legs- now swung over his shoulders and luckily due to your flexible hips you were able to be comfy in this awkward yet sexual position.

A whine left your lips, holding your knife away so Bucky was unable to reach your weapon. Bucky only went more forward, him on his knees with his crotch rubbing against the material of your gym leggings which created an arousing friction between your legs.

Bucky adored this sight with your hair in a messy ponytail, sweat dripping out of every pore and your breasts being pushed up by your thighs pressing against them, your teeth gritted together and pants and other blissful noises leaving your parted lips.

You got me in chains

You got me in chains for your love

You quickly again, see that Bucky was distracted and you quickly arch your body up from the floor with a body ripple, your legs pulling you up as you flip the position. Bucky was quickly brought to the floor, you sitting on his chest and the dagger resting against Bucky’s neck.

Bucky’s eyes widen with both lust and shock.

“Bam, you’re dead…” You pant, slowly sliding the blunt wood across his neck.

But I wouldn’t change

No, I wouldn’t change this love

Your thighs  were at either side of Bucky’s face with your ass located on almost his neck. Oh what a pretty sight.

Your pants filled the empty space of air for a second or so before Bucky spoke up in a dark and sultry voice.

“What a beautiful defeat..” He smirked, his eyes trailing over your figure before meeting your (E/C) orbs, which were too filled with lust. “I think you deserve a reward..”

Your heartbeat increased by the second, giggling a little. “You’re supposed to be dead, Buck.. don’t ruin my fun you bastard.” An obvious teasing tone in your voice.

Bucky chuckled, “how can I with such a pretty sight before me?”

With that, his hands slowly snaked onto your ass, giving you a gentle squeezing massage in circle motions- causing a fluttering gasp to part your lips yet again. Your eyes lulled shut for a few seconds before you slowly grinded on Bucky’s bare chest.

Tryna break the chains but the chains only break me

Both of your pupils were dilated  as Bucky’s metal fingers traced along your spine and messing with the detailing of your sports bra. You got the message and quickly stripped it from your upper half quickly. Both of you seeking pleasure from the other.

“Fuck, we cant do it here..” Bucky grunted, quickly hooking your legs over his arms and standing up with you.  

“Upstairs Buck..” You whispered.

Your bare chest was covered  by Bucky’s form as both of you made your way upstairs- you leaving love bites all long his collarbone with your fingers tugging out the strands of hair- leaving his man bun undone and tangled from your pretty fingertips that were soon to be bound to a bed.

..