plus my hair looks super good but you cant even tell in this lighting

nori-wings  asked:

Maaaak, do you like shoujo? ♥ (I think you mentioned it to me once, but I'm not sure) if you do, what are your favorite anime/mangas?


I do like shoujo :3c  ♥ ♥ ♥ i’ve loved shoujo ever since Cardcaptor Sakura ~ (that was one of my fave childhood animes  ♥)

here’s a list of my favorite ones (so far, in no particular order):


1. Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun / My Little Monster
the theme song is sooooooo catchy and adorable and so rainbow-y! there’s a maka look alike! (she’s in my header btw), and haru is just the sweetest dorkiest anime character. i have a soma au for this. and there is a love triangle. i need a season 2. i am dying. save me. this has been one of my favorite shoujo animes for a long time ♥

2. Kyoukai no Kanata / Beyond the Boundary
it’s kind of not a typical shoujo, because it has a lot of action in it- but the art & animation style is just #artgoals and #gorgeous and the characters are so lovable i could scream. also i have not watched the movies yet but i would so love to watch them soon

3. Ookami Shoujo to Kuro Ouji / Wolf Girl and Black Prince
i honestly would recommend the manga (since it’s better than the anime), but i love the ending song???? it’s so catchy and i will make a soma animation for it one day. this was honestly the inspiration for my mak persona! i only recommend it if you read a bit of the manga and want to see it animated

4. Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso / Your Lie in April
if you’ve seen tumblr posts and gifs about this and know a thing or two about the story, then you know why this is my fave. the art and animation style is AHMAZING, the story is sooooo good??? (feels though im warning you)
the ending could have been a little bit slower? but it still wraps up the anime very well, it gives all the characters closure. (did i mention the characters are all lovable too??). also i want to animate the theme song for soma au not gonna lie

5. Akagami no Shirayukihime / Snow White with the Red Hair
the ones who produced this was the same animation studio that handled Soul Eater!! (studio bones)!! girl power tbh shirayuki (the red haired girl) is such an independent girl ♥ i love her.
also there’s a white haired boy who i think you’ll love cuz he is already one of my cinnamon rolls. freaking potential SoMa au i tell u (there are 2 seasons but i wish for another one) (also i love shirazenobi) (casually tags @l0chn3ss)

6. Nisekoi / False Love
soul’s VA is the same as the male main character’s VA. nuff said.
no but seriously i love every single character here. it’s the only harem i would dare to watch. it’s so funny and light-hearted and the plot will keep having twists. it’s really fun to watch. @l0chn3ss@flamedork and i made a SoMa au for it last soma week :D the anime ending had something missing to it, but i believe you’ll still enjoy it nonetheless ♥

7. Nagi no Asukara / A Lull in the Sea
OKAY I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS TBH out of all of the shoujo animes i listed as my fave, this one takes the cake. i actually did not expect any of the twists, and the story goes really deep. the ending could have gone better tbh (im so salty about how it ended too quickly), but the characters and how everyone interacts, it just makes you keep wanting to watch it D:
(plus! the art style is adorable im crying about it. the animation of the waves and the sea– and the opening and ending themes are soooo cool ♥ )

8. Cardcaptor Sakura
oldie but goodie! there’s also a reboot coming up (or a sequel i think? based on the new Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Cards manga- which is so amazing for people who love nostalgic shows) idk if i can say any more about it, but it’s a magical girl story! and i love every single character. syaoran is my blushy-blush child.

9. Kono Bijutsubu ni wa Mondai ga Aru / This Art Club Has a Problem!
this was one of the most recent i’ve watched and it’s totally not like all the others. mainly because… it’s just so random? it’s a school anime about an art club and i just love the characters and the randomness of it all. i totally ship these two who are just so cute together but the guy is too dense. eurghhh
(this anime has a manga but i havent read it so i cant say much about it)

10. Tamako Market
this is one of the cutest shoujo i’ve ever seen. oh my gosh- you will love tamako. for sure. also! the animation is so fluid and adorable! the opening will make u puke rainbows bc of the cuteness, and the ending is so aesthetic, every scene would be worthy for a gifset. the story is different for a school type anime (it’s more centered on the marketplace tamako lives in) and it revolves around all the characters and their development and relationship to tamako :3

11. Ano Hi Mita Hana no Namae wo Bokutachi wa Mada Shiranai (i’ve memorized this anime title) / We Still Don’t Know the Name of the Flower We Saw that Day (or in shorter terms: AnoHana)
this anime is definitely one of the best ones. it will make you cry. produced by A-1 pictures, the same ones who animated this prized piece. you will definitely cry. it’s best if you watch for yourself if you havent watched it yet ;w;
p.s. i love menma so much hrhrrrr


1. Hirunaka no Ryuusei / Daytime Shooting Star
the art style of this manga is my aesthetic tbh. the characters and the love triangle is my fave part– for me, ending could have been less rushed tho (i will fight for mamura) (just a warning, there’s a teacher-student thing going on)


2. Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun / My Little Monster
yeah this has a manga too! i love the characters and the love triangle too (you can see i have a type), and the art style is so lit, you’re gonna love it. i don’t remember if i loved the ending, but yeah it’s completed as well

3. Taiyou no Ie / House of the Sun
i don’t remember much of the story anymore (since it was such a long time ago since i last read it), but the art style is so cute it will give u cavities. it’s kind of weird since the couple may seem like siblings, but eh, they’re just really close childhood friends. if you like domestic fluff, you will love this.

4. Ookami Shoujo to Kuro Ouji / Wolf Girl and Black Prince
i basically love the character development. the art style also gets better over time and the story so far is going through so many twists. i have not caught up too much so pls no spoilers :“)

5. Akagami no Shirayukihime / Snow White with the Red Hair
yeah this has a manga too! right now the manga is still ongoing so it’s not too late to catch up :”) i also need to catch up though hehe

6. Nisekoi / False Love
it also has a manga!! if the anime is super good, then the manga is so much better. it handles so much character development and i seriously got addicted to it the more i kept reading. unfortunately it’s finished (i wanted to see more heh), but the ending is kept with good closure for each character (for a harem, that’s a blessing), but it also depends on who you’re betting on for raku ;w;

7. Cardcaptor Sakura
honestly im not even sure how many chapters there are, but the new Clear Cards manga is still ongoing, so there’s something to look forward to :D

(not sure if i should add this but i want to talk about it :>)


1. Kimi No Na Wa / Your Name
have i talked about this enough? no? well im gonna talk about it anyway

it’s so amazing. i literally screamed all throughout (well maybe not really).
the animation. the voice acting. the characters. the designs. the music. the aesthetic. the story. THE STORY AGH you will cry. or at least be moved.

2. Koe no Katachi / A Silent Voice
this movie gave me a great hype tbh. even though the ending could have been a bit more thought out (as you can see i have such a high standards for endings), the story and the feels totally made up for it. it deals with a more serious topic than Kimi No Na Wa but it’s worth the watch esp if you like crying good animation and friendship-type shoujos (but u will have feels. i promise).

Cleaning up my archive I found this ancient thing I had completely forgotten, one of my first exchanges with @reshopgoufa. Ash, maybe you remember it, the italics part is all yours ;) Unfortunately I lost the first part of the exchange, but I remember what it was about. It went pretty much like this:

Horny Clexa. More specifically, Clarke living for making Lexa horny in the most inappropriate moments. Small, far from innocent touches, a few whispered words against the shell of her ear, and the Commander is a shaking mess. Clarke just loves having this effect on Lexa. Loves teasing the grounder, seeing how far she can push it till Lexa retaliates in the best way. This is what brings Clarke to push her hand between Lexa’s legs, during a formal dinner with all the ambassadors. Just placing her hand there is enough for Lexa to almost choke on the piece of steak she was chewing. When Lexa’s eyes go wide Clarke simply smiles at her, acting as if nothing is happening. She keeps Lexa guessing, never doing the same thing twice: she caresses Lexa’s inner thighs, she rubs circles over the fabric of her pants, grinds down directly against her center. Lexa’s face is on fire in a matter of minutes and her breathing is coming almost in pants, all her energies occupied in trying to appear unbothered. But Clarke is wicked, and right when one of the ambassadors has started a speech to praise his Heda, and the room has gone quiet, she slides her fingers under the waistband of Lexa’s pants and underwear. She stays there only for a moment, the time to swipe her fingertips over a wet, throbbing bundle of nerves, but it’s enough: Lexa goes rigid and a groan escapes from her throat.

With that little bit of alertness she still has left, Lexa manages to mask it with a very unconvincing cough. Clarke is grinning by now. She removes her hand and goes back to enjoying dinner. She can feel Lexa’s stare burning into her, and when she turns around, she indeed finds Lexa shooting daggers at her, her green eyes promising punishment. Clarke’s grin only grows. She cannot wait.

Oh but here’s the thing. The lovely delightful thing. It’s that lexa ignores clarke for the better part of the night. She finishes up some things after the dinner has ended, takes care of some business. Washes her face, unbraids and brushes out her hair, sets out her clothes for tomorrow. Ignores clarke to the point that she’s pouty and petulant at the thought of ‘this’ being her punishment for messing with lexa in public the way she did.

But Lexa’s actual punishment for her is far more wretched. After she backs Clarke against the edge of the bed, voice dangerously low, “don’t you ever do that again” and. The entire rest of the night is torture in the form of ‘not enough’ of lexa bringing clarke to the delicious wonderful blissful edge over and over again and then stopping. Hours pass that way. Of Lexa’s fingers curled around clarke’s wrists and soft firm warnings to behave and a wicked tongue and clever fingers and it feels so so good but clarke just wants to Come.

But she was being a brat at dinner, so just when clarke thinks lexa is finally going to have mercy on her, she stops. Entirely. Sitting back and smirking when clarke curls in on herself and cries snd curses lexas awful wretched name.

“That’ll teach you to fuck with me in public ”

And Lexa is super serious about this 'punishment’ so she actually goes to sleep and tells Clarke to do the same, ignoring the string of curses that Clarke mutters under her breath.

Clarke tries to sleep, she really really tries. But she only gets a few minutes of rest, before waking up again, hot and sweaty. And the cycle repeats itself every time she closes her eyes. No matter what she does, how many times she rolls over in the bed, she just can’t find peace.

She stares at Lexa’s relaxed face, and honestly fuck the grounder, because she is sleeping peacefully, completely unbothered, while Clarke feels literally like one single living, throbbing nerve.

The rest of the night passes pretty much like this, and it’s when Clarke sees the first rays of light shining through the curtains that she realizes she can’t handle this anymore. It’s not physically possible to be brought to the edge as many times as Lexa did with her and remain sane. She. Needs. Release.

She looks over to Lexa, still sound asleep next to her. That’s when she makes up her mind.

Carefully, slowly, so fucking slowly, her left hand slips under the sheets. She lets her fingers dance on her belly for one last eternal moment, then they travel further down and she touches herself where she needs the most.

She has to bite her lip to hold back a moan as pleasure surges in her. Before the last bit of control she has left can slip away, she checks once again if Lexa is still asleep. When she sees no reaction from the brunette next to her, Clarke lets herself go. She spreads her legs and her head falls back on the pillow, as she works between her legs. Her eyes flutter involuntarily close. She has been doing this for barely two minutes and she feels herself already reaching the edge. That’s how much Lexa tortured her the night before, how desperate she left her. Plus, the chance of being caught in the middle of it is unexpectedly thrilling to Clarke. It sends sparks of pleasure right to her core, and it turns her on even more, if possible. At this rate, it’s not gonna be long before she comes undone.

Soon her fingers speed up. Breath catches, mouth falls open, free hand grips tightly the sheets.

She is close, oh so close. The ache in her belly intensifies to the point of becoming almost too much. Her movements become frantic. Everything disappears around her. There is only the unbearable pressure and the heat that threatens to consume her. But she is almost there now. Just a little more… Just a few more seconds… a few more–

And suddenly nothing.

Her mind is so clouded that it takes her a moment to realize that her hand is no longer between her legs, and is now instead pinned right above her head, stuck in an impossibly strong hold.

Clarke’s eyes snap open to find two dark, devilish emeralds staring back at her.

“I thought we’d agreed you needed to be punished…”

No, no, NO! God, please no! She was so close! Clarke feels ready to cry, so frustrated and desperate she is. She thought it was bad before? Well, having Lexa’s perfect naked body pressed against her only makes everything worse. Clarke wriggles underneath Lexa, trying to get free, but all she gets is the brunette grabbing her free hand too and pinning both of her wrist above her head with one hand, trapping her definitively.

“I told you to behave, Clarke,” Lexa whispers in her ear. Fuck, how is it possible for a voice to literally ooze sex?

“And instead I wake up to find you doing this?”

Clarke wants to reply but whatever she was about to say is lost into a whimper when Lexa presses her muscular thigh against her damp center.

“Am I not enough for you, Clarke? My attentions? My… touches?” And Clarke literally gasps when she feels the thigh being replaced by Lexa’s skilled fingers. They are not doing much, barely teasing, AGAIN, but Clarke is so far gone that the light touch is enough to have her hips canting and to turn her into a quivering mess. She is basically drowning in her own arousal when Lexa starts circling her pulsing bundle of nerves.

“I thought you’d understood last night, but maybe to really learn, you need… more.”

Without warning Lexa slides two fingers inside of Clarke. The blonde’s breath slams from her lungs, as Lexa’s name escapes from her lips in the form of a cry.

Lexa shows no mercy. Her movements are fast, unforgiving, so fucking precise, and Clarke can do nothing but writhe and moan and beg. She clamps her eyes shut as she feels the pressure build, build, until she is about to explode. And then Lexa stops.

“Nooooo!” It’s more a whine than a scream, but Clarke literally lacks the strength to scream. She slams repeatedly her head against the pillow and she curses Lexa in all the ways she knows.

“Fuck, Lexa! This isn’t– oh God…”

The curse turns into a sob when Lexa starts moving again, bringing her again closer and closer to the delicious release Clarke is not allowed to reach.

And when she is there, Lexa stops once more. She waits a few minutes, teasing Clarke with her voice and her words, and then she starts again. And then the same, over and over.

There are actual tears in Clarke’s eyes by now. Her need has practically devoured her sanity. She is not even fighting anymore. She is just trembling, overstimulated flesh that can do nothing but moan and whimper and beg. There is not even a resting period now. Her body is stuck in a constant place of delicious agony. She feels like she is going insane.

“P-please…” she tries again, no dignity or pride left. She know that Lexa is skilled enough to keep her in this state pretty much forever, and she just can’t do it anymore.

“Are you sorry for what you did to me, Clarke?” Lexa asks with her sultry voice, and even her hot breath against Clarke’s ear seems a stimulation too intense at this point. Clarke frantically nods.

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for teasing you in p-public…”

“Mmmm, you don’t seem convinced…”

Clarke lets out a strangled sob. “NO! I am, I am so so sorry! P-please… I’ll do anything, Lexa! Please!”

Her entire body is on fire, she is DYING with need.

And suddenly Lexa starts pumping into her relentlessly. Clarke cannot breathe, her brain can’t function, all she feels is unbearable pleasure.

Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop… That’s all there is in her mind as Lexa keeps moving in her. She is so afraid that Lexa might stop again. The release she desperately needs feels so close and yet so far away.

And suddenly Lexa presses the heel of her hand against Clarke’s nub, and her fingers curl up and start tapping against that spot that Clarke, before her first time with Lexa, didn’t even know could bring so much pleasure.

Clarke hangs there, on that delicious, agonizing edge for a few eternal seconds, and then finally, FINALLY, she tumbles over.

The force of her release is mind shattering. Her entire body shakes and her vision goes white. She thinks she screams Lexa’s name, but she cannot be sure. She cannot be sure of anything. Her body goes limp, her mind empty, and her eyes fall closed. She is beautifully destroyed, completely and entirely spent.

She is still busy catching her breath, so she misses a few passages of what happens, but at one point Lexa is not pinning her down anymore. Instead, Clarke finds herself in her arms, as Lexa rubs soothing circles on her back and presses the softest kisses on every inch of her face.

“I am here, ai hodnes. I’ve got you, just breathe… Are you good? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Clarke’s heart swells hearing the love and concern in Lexa’s voice. It’s crazy that this sickly sweet girl holding her is the same sex goddess that was fucking her into oblivion only a few minutes ago. She takes another moment to even her breath, then one corner of her mouth curves into a small smile.

“No, you didn’t. Don’t worry, I loved it…” Her smile widens when she sees the relief on Lexa’s face.

“And maybe we won’t do this every day…” she adds playfully, with a sly glint in her eyes. “but if this is the result, get ready, because I’m probably going to need more of these lessons.”

A Normal, Family Holiday

Rating: General
Word Count: 16,846
Co-written by: skimmingmilk and syl-writes-stuff
Summary: After dealing with Bill and his idea of fun, the Mystery Best Friends need a relaxing and fun holiday to spend being thankful and together.

Set between parts four and five of “Mystery Best Friends.”


“So as soon as the parade is over I want you in your room getting dressed, Gregory.” Amy addressed the group of three teens, one child, and one frog gathered in front of the television, though the focus of the conversation was more on the child in particular. “I already set your clothes on your bed for you.”

“Do they match Wirt’s?” Greg asked without tearing his gaze away from the TV.

“That depends on what Wirt decides to wear,” she replied, heading for the garage.

Wirt glanced at his younger brother, nudging him with his foot for his attention, then winked at him, much to Greg’s delight. “Just show me what Mom picked out for you and I’ll see what I’ve got.”

With that settled, Greg snuggled up to Mabel and resumed watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. The four of them plus frog were sprawled on the floor, the couch having been moved the night before to accommodate the larger table that had taken over the dining room and encroached on the living room, too. They didn’t mind though. Mabel and Greg were both lying on their stomachs closest to the TV, with Wirt leaning against the armchair while Dipper laid his head in his lap, the former idly petting the latter’s hair with his good hand, the pine tree cap elsewhere for the time being. The calm and easy enjoyment of casual commentaries on floats and dance numbers - oftentimes getting shushed by Greg or Mabel or both - was a relief and more than appreciated by both boys.

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Home (part 1)

In this five-part story, Connor is a stockbroker living with his niece, Zoe, in Manhattan. Zoe (Zoella) is Nicola’s daughter but Nicola frequently travels for her job. Zoe is also a big fan of Trxye, a recluse artist who rarely puts on live shows. This story is told in a first person POV—Connor’s. Enjoy!

It’s 9 p.m. Boxes of Chinese takeout are scattered on my desk. I may have hoisin sauce on my shirt. A yawn escapes through my mouth. I quickly shut it. But I think it’s too loud as my boss, Shane, passes my cubicle saying “tired, Franta?”

“Oh, um, no, sir. That was, um…”

“Look. You’ve been working late for the past two weeks. You even came in last weekend! I love hard workers but if you work hard, you have to play hard too.” Shane shrugs.

My eyes bulge a little. Is this happening? Have I fallen asleep on my desk?“Franta, you’re young. Go have fun. I can’t have another employee dying of a heart attack at work again.”

“S—seriously, sir?” I stammer. My boss isn’t usually this nice. I just saw him yelling at Anthony, the poor intern who accidently forgot to order extra java chips.

“I’m serious. Go home. Visit clubs. Whatever. I’ll handle Singapore for you.”

“Thanks, sir!” I gather the thrash and my briefcase and head out to the elevator. Once inside, I scramble for my phone as a notification beeps.

It’s a text from Zoe.

Zoe: uncle con!!!!!
Connor: emergency???
Zoe: no!!!
Zoe: well yea!
Zoe: trxye is having a concert tonight!!!

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Steve Rogers: Those Three Times

If you have sex with Steve Rogers, people can tell.

 One: You awkwardly waddled down the stairs, placing both feet on one step then repeating it on the next. What normally took you not even a minute ended up being just under five. Your upper and inner thighs burned and ached with each step, begging to take a rest and sit down. It was not the usual work out that had you in this state but that fact that the nation’s hero Captain America had decided to take a lazy night off and make you do all the work so while he could lie there in a blissful state of post orgasm haze and you were left feeling extremely happy but at the same time, like you had just done a thousand squats all at once. 

You weren’t complaining though, the view was great. 

The way he bit his entire bottom lip while he stared up at you, his hands on your waist not so much guiding you but using your hips as something he could hold onto and when he finally reached his breaking point, his head tilted back, jaw slack, eyes tightly shut, veins popping out of his neck and arms, and the most adorable moans and breaths barely loud enough for you to hear. He would then relax, looking back at you with a lazy smile and eyes half closed before helping you reach your last high before you collapsed on his chest in a heap of curse words and high pitched moans.

 "You okay?“ Bruce asked as you stepped of the last step.

 "Yeah, just really intense work out yesterday” well it wasn’t a complete lie. 

 "By ‘work out’ she means good ol’ Cap" Tony interrupted walking in carrying two coffee’s. “Isn’t that gross? He is like,what? 95?”

 You rolled your eyes at him, taking what you knew was his coffee and continued to waddle on down the hallway.

 "Just make sure he doesn’t break you okay?“ Tony called out. 

 Sticking your finger up at the billionaire you continued on down the hall in search of the Super Solider, hoping to get him back for the pain you were in. 

 Two: Steve walked into his suit fitting five minutes late, apologising endlessly while he stripped off his clothes and into the suit they had laid out in front of him. The designers and tailors were all female and did ogle at him but there wasn’t much he could do aside from smile and hope no one fainted.

 "Okay, well the top looks tight. Could you swing your arms around” the eldest woman, Sara, instructed him to move his arms. And so he did, copying her motion as she inspected the cut of the uniform and the way it moved with his actions. Sara tsked and pulled at the end of his shirt.

 "Still to small, my god Rogers, could you stop being Captain America for one day" Sara laughed, bringing out her measuring tape and pins.

 "Take it off" 

 Steve pulled the shirt off, hissing as the material rubbed against his newly exposed skin. The scratches and nail imprints that you had left on his back, stung more than anything than he had felt. They were small but deep. The sting bringing the memories to his mind instantly. The way you held onto his skin, your entire body seemed to be wrapped around him. Legs around his waist, arms around his torso, head in the crook of his neck, panting out his name while he used his fingers to bring you closer and closer to your edge. Finally breaking into a mess of back scratching, hair pulling, neck kissing, name screaming. The way you said his name along sent shivers down his spine and was enough to make him walk out of that fitting room and straight into your bedroom.

 "Ohh good Lord Steve! What have you done?!“ Sara gasped and touched the scratches along his shoulder blades. 

 Steve didnt know how to answer, his mind turning up blank instead he blushed and looked down. Sara shook her head, laughing and got to work measuring his arms again.

 "At least tell her to cut her nails” she poked fun at him. Steve laughed quietly. “Ill make sure to tell her next time" 


 "Miss, if you could come with us please” two government representatives held their hands out towards the door.

 You followed quietly, worrying that Steve had gotten himself into some kind of trouble and they were going to place his shield in front of you and offer their condolences. 

Walking quietly in between the men, following them down the hall and into one of the private interview rooms. The door opened and there stood Director Fury, the President’s Representative and Steve. You could calm down, nothing had happened to him although something must be wrong that they had called you both down here.

“Sorry to interrupt your work but this is important Miss” the President’s Representative started, putting both hands on the table. 

“But this is an official warning”

 "An a official warning for what?“ You were confused beyond belief, looking at both Nick and Steve for some kind of explanation. Nick looked as though he was about to bust out laughing and Steve just had his head turned towards the representative. 

 "A warning for defacing government property” he slid a paper towards you.


 Looking back at Steve, you finally put all the pieces together. The hickeys on his neck. Barley visible as one peaked out above the collar of his uniform. Steve’s checks were turning pink but you just laughed.

 "Are you serious? He is a person. Not an object. Plus if he is anyone’s property he is his own"

 "Miss this is no laughing matter" the President’s Representative crossed his arms over his chest.

 "Wait, so I could get arrested for giving my boyfriend a hickey?“you laughed.

 The President’s Representative nodded. 

 "But its only bad if you can see them right?

 "Well technically yes, but-”

 You interrupted him.“But its only bad if you can see it, correct?“ 

 The President’s Representative sighed and nodded.

 "Well Steve, looks like you have to get Sara to give you a higher collar. Now if you don’t mind i have to finish my work, protecting this country from an alien invasion.” you bid your goodbyes, turned on your heels and walked out. 

 That one time someone caught you: 

 "i still have no clue what is happening” Steve spoke up. 

 You were lying on the couch in one of the many theater rooms in the Avengers tower watching the latest episode of Game Of Thrones. It was season five and there was no hope trying to explain it to him again.

 "Just sit and enjoy the view" you laughed, looking up at him.

 He had his head tilted down looking at you. His eyes still extremely bright even in the low light. He was still in his suit, although he had taken his suit top off and was left in a tight blue t-shirt. He was always on duty when he was in the tower but sometimes he didn’t have to do work for an entire day so he just did whatever he wanted.

 "I already am" he ran his fingers through your hair. 

 "that was so bad. I cant believe you said that" you laughed out loud at the cheesiness of his comment, unable to process that fact that even though it was a joke he had actually said it. 

 Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you kissed him. He reacted quickly grabbing onto your waist and holding you up. He kissed back harder than you had but it didn’t bother you. Twisting and moving so you were now leaning on the arm of the couch and he was between your legs, it was easier for him to hold himself above you than awkwardly holding your waist. You slid your hands up his shirt, dragging your nails on his skin sending shivers down his spine. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down slightly before he moved to your neck. Steve’s teeth grazed along the spot on your neck, biting down in hope to deepen the colour of the hickey. His hands moving down to your butt, grabbing and grinding into his own hips. 

 All of a sudden the high pitch ring of the fire alarm blared through the room and water was raining down on you. You both pulled away laughing at the perfectly timed water and stood to evacuate the building.

 In the door way stood Tony with commander in hand. “Thank you Jarvis, turn off the water. The fire has been extinguished” he stared directly at you as the water and alarm shut off.

 "If you are going to have sex in my theater rooms, at least put a sign up or something" and he turned and walked off.

 "To-“ you were cut off as he walked off down the hall.

 "Even the shield, i don’t want to have to witness that again.“ 

 Groaning, you leaned into Steve’s chest. Tony was never going to let this go. And team dinner’s would become all that more interesting.