Happy birthday @purgatory-jar!!! I started this before you told me you weren’t going to Florence, so… oops! Hope the day was great :)
“He’s so…” Castiel’s gaze slides over the sculpture as he sighs, blue eyes drinking in every curve of marble with flushed cheeks. To his left, Dean raises an amused brow, nudging his boyfriend playfully.
“Should I be jealous?”
Despite the fact that Cas snorts, it takes just a hair too long for his gaze to be torn away. Dean whistles lowly in response. “Oh man, Cas, you got it bad.”
“He’s beautiful!” Castiel shoots back, wrapping his left arm around Dean’s right. “Look at him, you can’t tell me he’s not gorgeous.”
Dean hums, critically looking the sculpture over. “…His dick’s a little small.”
A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic and my first slightly smutty fic too, so…sorry? just a drabble-ish thing
Summary: Chris decides to surprise you with the Captain America leather jacket. Only the leather jacket. Got this idea from a discussion with @peterparkers-glasses so blame her.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: suggestive themes, implied smut, innuendo, smutty themes, nothing too hardcore? no actual smut oops sorry. just a whole lotta dry humping, teasing, and making out.
Rating: I’d say M. NC-17. ya know.
Word Count: 900
I swung open the door to my apartment after a long day at work, looking to just shower and snuggle up to my giant man puppy and nap forever. I shuffled in, dropping my bags on the floor with a dramatic sigh, trying to get the attention of my boyfriend. My feet hurt so bad and I was in desperate need of a shower.
“Chris!” I called into the apartment, only to notice a pair of broad shoulders clad in warm brown leather facing away from me. “Babe, why are you wearing your Steve Rogers leather jacket?”
He turned around slowly, smirking at me. He quirked an eyebrow as I took in the chiseled and randomly bare perfection that is his torso.
“Babe, why are you shirtless under your leather jacket?” I giggled, wandering into the apartment further to investigate those abs.
“Actually,” he began, walking out from behind the high counter, “I’m naked under my leather jacket.”
My eyes instantly dropped down to where he stood in only his coat and a pair of wool socks. Yeah, I needed a shower.
is an awful idea,” you mumbled to yourself as you shuffled down the hotel
were you doing this? You should just turn around and go back to your room.
your room contained two of your closest friends. Two of your very drunk, and
very animated, closest friends. And you were tired, and wanted to sleep. You’d
been fighting a nasty illness, and all you wanted to do was down NyQuil and
pass out. So you’d downed Nyquil. But you couldn’t pass out because there was no peace in your room.
came to the door that you knew your ex-boyfriend was behind. Of all the places
you thought of to go, this was the only one that you felt you had any chance of
success with. Seeking out any of your other coworkers was an option,
technically, but you weren’t close with many, and you knew many had roommates
on the road.
was alone in his hotel room, given that Sami wasn’t yet in town.
A/N: Wow I definitely didn’t intend for it to be that long. Also, one day I’m gonna get everything together and start making headers for these posts, but that day is not today. Today I’m going to sleep because I’m currently dying from cramps. Hope you guys enjoy, though! Also, there’s a pic of the bike I mention at the bottom of the fic if any of you are curious.
You knocked frantically on Jim’s door. Bones was gonna kill you. A few seconds passed without answer and you pressed your ear to the door, listening for movement. Hearing nothing, you pounded on the door again.
“Jesus Jim answer the goddamn door,” you called.
If Jim could’ve yanked open the automatic door, you’re sure he would’ve. He was scowling deeply, hair sticking up in all directions - the first time you’d seen it anything less than perfect. His shirtless torso was still perfect, though, and those gray sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips were downright tantalizing.
Summary: (prompt from phanfic) Pastel! Dan is sitting in a park alone after getting broken up with picking the petals off flowers. He doesn’t realize there’s a protest being led by Phil to help protect plants and trees from being torn down and such so without realizing Dan was crying Phil yells at Dan for killing those flowers.
~warnings: swearing and lots of smut oops not oops~
A/N: This was the first time I have ever written smut so tell me if I took it too far please. I tried to make it as cute as possible and avoided using any harsh words for body parts. Also, yes this is a pretty long fic so, sorry it took so long. I had a hard time getting the hang of this smut writing stuff. There will be a part five to this and that will probably be it but who knows. At this point I am just going with the flow. The next thing I post will either be the Part 2 to Breathe, You’re Safe or the part 5 to this. If you have a preference let me know! Send me feedback on this please!!
Darkness enveloped you both, as you walked huddled close to his body. The streets were mostly still with an occasional shady character walking by every few minutes or so. The hum of factories sounded in the background muddled by distance.
You normally would’ve been scared to make this walk but John’s confident stride gave you comfort. He rambled on and on about his kids and family and what he was hoping to do with all the money from the business. He still had a youthful optimism to him but there was still something dark that hung over him and seemed to heavy his heart.
“…I’ll be set. Nothin’ to worry about, just acres of land and a nice big house. Lots of fuckin’ land for the kids to run around in, time for me to be able to take care of them properly, a little piece of Heaven. White picket fence and the whole lot.” You couldn’t help but linger on his every word, wanting so badly to know everything about him. You giggled slightly at his perfect idealized world.
“What?” He questioned while responding to your laughter with some of his own, pulling away from your body slightly so he could look down at your face.
“It’s nothing.” You say still letting out tiny giggles and then leaving a few seconds of silence. “I just… I didn’t imagine big bad John Shelby dreaming of a future with green hills, flowers, sunshine and rainbows.” You say in a slightly joking manner hitting your hip into his body playfully nudging him.
Summary: Your sugar daddy, RIchard Speight Jr, finally asked you to sleep with him. Word count: 2045 Warnings: Smut, Dick’s big dick A/N: Special thanks to my wifey @pepperwoodatnight for beta’ing and helping me come up with ideas when I got stuck xoxo
Richard smiled and pushed you down against the mattress gently, leaning down to kiss you passionately. You let your hands roam his back and shoulders, then you tugged at his shirt. “Want this off…” you mumbled against his lips, and he pulled off. “You sure?” “Of course I’m sure, silly.” You ran your hands down his sides, over his stomach and up his chest. “I want to see you.”
Rich nodded and pulled his shirt over his head, and you bit back a moan at the sight. He sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair as your eyes roamed his torso. “Fucking perfect,” you whispered and pulled him back down onto you, kissing him hard. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head up to give him a better angle as his other hand went to your side, and under your shirt.
Summary: You have a bad run-in with your ex-boyfriend, so Sehun helps you feel better. Members: Sehun (EXO) x Reader (Appearance by Jungkook (BTS)) Type: Angst/ Smut Length: 1754
You and your boyfriend Sehun had just arrived at your favorite restaurant. You hadn’t been there in years, and Sehun thought it was long overdue for you to go back, considering you talked about it all the time.
Notes: So, I watched 3x20 a few hours ago and I saw @briarsrosie‘s post on “when your flashfrost villain au comes to life” and I was so inspired by that that I sat down to write something (when I should really be sleeping)… Also, I read someone’s post speculating on how Savitar gave KF her clothes, so I incorporated that too. I’m really sorry but I can’t remember the source. I’d love it if you let me know so I can link it here.
Welcome to your life There’s no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on Mother Nature Everybody wants to rule the world
He’s watching her.
She knows this even with her back turned to him, even with his suit locked in place, even with the mask shuttered over his eyes. He is always watching her, and he has never tried to hide it.
“So this is your little hideout,” she drawls, running fingers over the grimy metal, leaving a trail of frost in their wake. “A bit of a dump, but I suppose it will do.”
“I’ve brought you clothes,” he says. He throws a sack onto the floor. “Wear them.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “A costume? Really?”
“Unless you want to stay in Caitlin Snow’s clothes?” he returns.
She looks down on what she’s wearing. A tight pencil skirt, a hideous top, and a torn lab coat. She frowns. “No. This is appalling.”
“Then wear these.”
“You could have at least handed them to me like a proper gentleman,” she mutters. She summons ice to bring the sack to her.
He lets out a sound that could have been a snort. “In every Earth I’ve been to, men found the need to be gentlemen because they believed women to be weaker. That they must be handled with care.”
It’s the longest sentence he’s spoken to her so far, and against her will, her lips curve into a smile.
She runs a hand over the fabric. It’s soft, lightweight, and durable, and clearly not from this Earth. “So does that mean that you won’t even look away?”
He doesn’t reply.
“Suit yourself,” she says, turning her back to him. She tosses Caitlin Snow’s lab coat away and gathers her hair to one side, and then, with a brief glance at his stony gaze, she untucks the blouse. She pulls it over her head in one fluid motion. She unzips the tight little pencil skirt and lets it pool to the floor around her ankles. She daintily steps out of them, and then she slides the dress he’d given her up her legs and over her bare torso.
“A perfect fit,” she says, running her hands over where the dress narrows to hug the curves of her waist. She turns to face him. “A little too perfect. How do you know my measurements?”
He does not look away, but he does not acknowledge her question, either. “You are to kill Tracy Brand tomorrow,” he says. “She will be at CCU. Do not fail me.”
And then he disappears.
The wind he leaves in his wake displaces Caitlin Snow’s clothes on the floor, flattens them against the walls, tucks them into dark corners.
She raises a hand. Frost crawls over the grimy, blood-stained clothes.
When she balls her hand into a fist, they shatter into pieces.
Summary: Simon is straight. And he’s absolutely not attracted to his roommate. Well maybe he is. A little. Maybe a little too much.
Note: This has nothing to do with neither the film nor the book with the same title (besides the fact that it’s also gay af)
(eight year AU)
I like girls. I like Agatha. Yes, Agatha. I need to focus on that thought.
But it’s so fucking hard to focus when your roommate has the perfect lips. And the perfect torso. And the perfect arse…
No, no, no, no, no.
I don’t like male butts. And I definitely don’t like Baz’s round and firm arse. And I positively don’t want to squeeze it right now.
I look up at Baz’s face. “What?”
“You’re staring,” he says, looking back at me.
“Not at all!”
“Are you uncomfortable with me changing in the room?” he asks. “I can change in the bath-”
“No!” He cocks an eyebrow at me. “I mean… this… This is your room, too.”
“Okay,” he says. He looks amused. The bloody bastard. I bet he’s doing all of this on purpose.
Like now. He’s wetting his upper lip with his tongue. I wonder what it would be like to lick them with my own tongue. To do it while grabbing his perfectly smooth hair with my fist. Yes. No.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
“Agatha! Wait,” I shout after her in the Great Lawn, after classes. I haven’t seen her since we broke up.
“What do you want Simon?”
“Do you still love me?” I ask her, taking her hand into mine. It’s so soft. I wonder if holding Baz’s hand would be like this. Probably not. It would probably be rougher but also sturdier. It would be like walking on the edge of a cliff. I would intertwine my fingers with his to make sure I didn’t fall down. I feel my heart beating faster at the thought.
“Of course I do. It’s just…” Agatha says, with her beautiful pale pink lips. Baz’s lips are thinner. I could capture both between mine.
I close the distance and kiss her. She lets me do it.
We are alone. Everyone must be already at dinner.
I think of kissing Baz’s mouth. Would he taste like this? I’d move my lips and clash them against his, hard. I’d touch that perfect torso with my hands and then I’d let one fall lower and lower.
“Simon!” Agatha protests. I remove my hand. “I don’t want to do that. I love you but I don’t think I can go all the way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think I’m asexual,” she answers. She looks at me unsure. “Is that a problem for you?”
“Yes. I mean no! I mean… maybe. I don’t know, Agatha.” I don’t know why I touched her like that. “I just… I think… I think I just want to make sure I’m not gay.”
“To make sure?” Agatha looks confused and mad at the same time. “And you’re using me?”
I reach for her lips again.
“No, Simon. This is not okay.” She pushes me aside. “I’m not a tool that you can use whenever you please.”
“I wasn’t using you! I like you. I like this. I was…” What was I trying to prove, again? Ah yes. “I was just trying to remind myself that I like you and not other people.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. And I mean it. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Yeah,” she says, already leaving.
“You did what?” Hollstein looks at me, scandalised, after I explain her what I did to Agatha.
Hollstein is our classmate. She likes both boys and girls, so I thought she could give me some advice on the matter.
“I did it to remind my brain that I’m not gay,” I tell her.
“Merlin, that’s so stupid,” she says, placing the palm of her hand on her face. “It’s like trying to prove yourself you don’t like chocolate by eating only cheese.”
“But I like both chocolate and cheese,” I argue.
“That’s my point.”
“Oh.” Oh. “You mean, that I’m bi? Do you think I’m bisexual like you?”
“I don’t know, Simon. Maybe. You could also be pansexual or demisexual or a lot of other things,” Hollstein explains.
“How do I know?” I ask her.
“You’ll know it in the right time.” I may look so uncertain to her, that she adds “And even if you never figure it out, it’s okay. Labels don’t define us people.”
That definitely makes me feel better. “Thank you, Hollstein.”
“Anytime, Simon.” She smiles at me.
I go back to our room. I skipped dinner but I don’t care. There’re other things I want to eat. And all of them are Baz.
He looks at me as I step in.
“What’s wrong with you, Snow? You weren’t there at dinner,” he says as I step closer. “It’s not like you to skip a meal. Are you sick?”
I don’t answer him. I step a little closer.
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asks.
“Very,” I reply, stepping even closer. “I was saving my appetite for dessert.”
I stare at his lips. Merlin, I want to touch them. So I do. I trace them with my finger and he parts them.
I close the distance between our faces and I brush the tip of his nose with mine. I can feel his breath right now. Almost as unsteady as my heart pounding against my chest. Almost as strident.
I move my hand to his hair. Perfectly slicked back. I grab some of it with my fist. He closes his eyes and moans. So I do the same with my other hand.
I pull his head slightly down, enough for my lips to meet his. I begin to move them against his. And he moves his back. Then, the movement becomes more aggressive, more urgent. Desperate. And our tongues find their way into each other’s mouth.
I’m kissing Baz.
I’m kissing my enemy. But he no longer feels like my enemy. He feels like everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Simon!” Agatha grabs my wrist at lunch, the next day. “I just want you to know that I’m not mad, anymore. Hollstein explained everything to me.”
She’s also there. They’re actually holding hands. Wait.
“Are you two together?” I ask, bewildered.
“Are you in love with a bloke?” Agatha asks.
I look at Baz, who’s coming at my direction right now. I take his hand. And intertwine my fingers with his. Then, with my thumb I start tracing letters on his palm. The first one is an I
Agatha gapes at us.
“I’m not in love,” I say.
“Maybe I’m attracted to someone,” I continue.
“With irritatingly perfect hair,”
“And perfect lips,”
“A person perfect in every way,”
“You’d think I love him,” I say.
“But the truth is I hate him.”
I finish tracing letters on Baz’s palm.
“Yeah. Me too,” Baz says. “I love you, too.”
Ari: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it ;)
draco is taller than harry by a few inches as we all know but he’s got super long legs so when they’re both sitting down he actually becomes shorter and uses this circumstance to nuzzle into harry’s neck whenever it’s possible i just felt like y’all needed to know