‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’
I was perplexed how could he not see why?
‘I love you because you’re you.
I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.
I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.
I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.
I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.
I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.
I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.
I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.
I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.
I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.
I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’
I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.
The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.
“Are you fucking kidding me,” Dean gasps. He pulls Castiel’s jacket off with both hands and doesn’t even bother shutting the door behind him. No point anyway. He bites down on Castiel’s lip without being cute about it.
“Dean,” Castiel hisses, helpless. His hands hover uselessly out to the sides as Dean pushes him deeper into his bedroom.
“‘I love you?’” Dean accuses, squeezing Castiel’s hips with those rough beautiful hands so hard that it would probably bruise anyone else. “Just like that, in front of everyone,” he says. He shoves Castiel down, hard.
Castiel bounces a little on the bed, right against Dean’s chest, quickly descending down on his. He looks like he was the one that got hit by a truck, eyes wide open in the oncoming headlights. “Dean.”
“Don’t,” Dean growls, ripping Castiel’s shirt open. Buttons scatter to the floor. His skin is pale, smooth, unblemished beneath the cotton. Soft and pliant where his nails dig into it. “You couldn’t even look me in the eye, you coward.”
Castiel can’t deny it or defend himself.
“Your last words,” Dean adds, dangerously close to a sob. “Were going to be…”
He pulls back from Castiel’s face and pants into his mouth. His nose brushes against Castiel’s in a kiss of its own. His lashes are wet.
“I love you,” he whispers.
Castiel reaches up and wraps his arms around Dean’s neck, drawing him into a hug. He knows, intuitively, that Dean isn’t repeating his own words from before. He’s just stating a fact.
And quite a personal one, from the way his lip quivers. The kind of fact that’s unwavering, heartfelt and secret but truer all the same as the seconds tick by, which makes it that much harder to confess to somebody else.
All the breath in Castiel’s body leaves him at once, painfully. Dean doesn’t give him the chance to say anything else before he surges forward again and kisses him, wet lashes cool against his skin. He’s gentler with it than before. His hands, still tacky with dried blood, come up to loosen Castiel’s tie. It slithers limply in his grip, cool and silky, and Castiel gasps when the fabric slides across his nipple. Dean bunches it in his grip against his knitted-back-together side.
“The… door,” Castiel sighs.
Dean turns his head and kisses his cheek. His ear. The bolt of his jaw. Dragging his warm, slack mouth along the rough skin of his neck. “Doesn’t matter,” he tells him.
That’s his serious voice.
Castiel swallows hard. Dean licks a long line up the column of his throat.
“Just be with me,” Dean pleads. His hands go to Castiel’s belt. “God, I really thought I was going to lose you,” he laughs, a little hoarse.
“I really thought I was going to die,” Castiel confesses, just on the right side of hysterical. He lifts his hips up just enough that Dean can pull his pants down over the swell of his ass. Castiel hesitantly reaches up and runs one hand through Dean’s hair.
He walks his fingers down until he’s cradling Dean’s face. Their eyes catch, and hold.
Without another word, Castiel starts divesting Dean of his clothing. They kiss and they kiss and they kiss until their faces rub raw with stubble burn and their lips are red and wet.
The door stays ajar, and the sounds of their hushed and anguished moans echo like old ghosts through the halls.
Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx
Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother
thinks he is and you are, too.
Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s
incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only
sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.
He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but
tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves
It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have
stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as
simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship,
because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of
adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show
you how good he’d be for you and to you.
None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into
the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good
fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.
You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up
at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his
You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the
gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a
little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before
giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick
curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all
the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to
the hip that’s been his pillow.
And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Summary: Chris and Reader have some naughty time together during the Super Bowl halftime show. Word Count: 1.8k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warnings: Swearing and unprotected sex. [Wrap your wang before you bang.] Author’s Note: Might not be my greatest work since I wrote it in a hurry, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Congrats to the Pats, by the way.
“C'mon, you can do better… don’t fuck this one up, guys!” Chris yelled, clapping his hands as if he was the coach. “Don’t you dare to do this to us!”
Proud yelling, muttered cursing and stressed screaming everywhere around you in the VIP area of the stadium. The fans sitting, standing or jumping roared their stress out as your team was in a difficult time. The halftime was fast approaching and the Patriots struggled, facing the seemingly glorious Falcons.
“Don’t freak out. Relax, big boy,” you soothed, rubbing your boyfriend’s tensed back as he tapped his foot on the floor.
“How can we relax, Y/N?!” Scott, his brother told you and you rolled eyes, mentally noticing him he wasn’t helping at all.
Summary: You and your boyfriend Peter Parker listen to Peter’s favorite song.
AN: I FELT THE NEED TO WRITE THIS OUT OF NOWHERE BECAUSE THE INFINITY WAR TRAILER MADE ME SAD AND I’M PRETTY SURE IT MADE EVERYONE ELSE SAD TOO SO HERE’S A SHORT FLUFFY PIECE TO HELP US FORGET THE ANGST
also listen to never let her slip away by andrew gold when you read this it’s a beautiful song <3
“You are going to hurt yourself!” I warned my idiotic boyfriend as he did handstands around his room.
“You worry too much, babe!” He screamed, still upside down. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone on the bed. I unlocked it and saw a picture of him kissing me on the cheek as his wallpaper. Smiling, I saw that his music app was open. “Ow! Damnit Ned left a part of his Death Star here.”
I looked up and saw Peter, now right side up, clutching his hand with a lone Lego piece beside him. “Told you you were gonna get hurt.” I went back to scrolling through his playlist.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, huh?” The bed suddenly bounced when Peter flopped down on it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder watching me scroll.
— sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking
;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot
of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot
boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with
lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck
each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other
to say no.
Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention
A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester, @insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.
Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven
Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal
sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and
as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until
nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention
to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful
of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.
(He gets his wish).
“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last
week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Summary: Reader, being reckless gets hurt
on a mission. Days later, when she gives her final report to her boyfriend
Steve, it provokes an argument between them. Word Count: 3.5k Genre: general fiction containing
explicit sexual content. Warnings: argument, mild swearing, mentions
of death. NSFW/SMUT: makeup sex, praise kink, soft dirty talking, nipple
play, oral sex (female receiving), slow fingering, overstimulation, multiple
orgasms, and semi-protected sex. - This fic assumes Reader is on the pill.
[Cover your stone before you bone!] Author’s Note: especially written for @always-an-evans-addict‘s writing challenge. I hope you like this one, sweetie.
New Avengers Facility
“Steve, you read my report and
Wanda told you what happened. That’s it. Can’t we just move on?”
“That’s it? That’s it?!”
Behind the closed door of your
boyfriend’s office, you uncomfortably explained yourself, keeping in mind that
people around you could probably sense the walls vibrating under the force of
You’d never thought that blowing out
the last Hydra base found in Argentina
would provoke such a drama within the team, or between you and the super
soldier. Usually, you and Steve argued about the group’s mistake, not yours.
When the incident happened in South America,
you realized that if Wanda hadn’t been there, you probably wouldn’t be alive
A/N: This is WAY different from my usual stuff. Hope you don’t hate it. I had an idea, and it wouldn’t leave me alone until this came out.Revision: You guys and your support of this story turned series absolutely BLOWS me away. THANK YOU so damn much! I’m glad you love it as much as I do.
Request; ‘Hi I love ur blog and was wondering if u could d a Bts reaction where you have a heated makeout session and they want more’
A/N; Thank you for the request ^-^
Namjoon would be the one to initiate the kiss as soon as he walked through the door of your shared apartment, pulling your body flush against his own. His lips would be quick to attack your own, not giving you a chance to say anything. Slowly he’d begin to lead you to the bedroom, never once letting his lips leave yours.
Stumbling through the bedroom door and over to the bed, he’d part your lips, slowly pushing you down so that he could climb on the bed to hover over you. “Since we’re already here, I mean, why don’t we?”
a/n: this is for my man jeff who i love and appreciate !! also first 13 reasons why imagine !! feedback is appreciated and requests are always open
You and Jeff walked into the gymnasium, your arms interlocked at the elbow. You had worn your favorite dress, which complimented your body perfectly. The moment you stepped out your house door, Jeff was swooning. Your cheeks had turned a bright shade of red. “You look beautiful Y/N.” Jeff said before giving you a kiss on your lips. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” You replied. You weren’t lying, the man looked heavenly in suits.
But as you entered, you saw white snowflakes along the walls and blue lights illuminated the gym. You headed over to the table with food, grabbing a light snack. You looked around the crowded gym for Jeff, spotting him sitting on bleachers, next to Clay Jensen. You walked over and sat on the other side of Clay. “And what are you boys talking about now?” You ask, taking a bite of your snack.
“Um, nothing Y/N. Jeff is just meddling with my love life.” Clay replied, looking across the gym. A small smile had appeared on his face, and you followed his view only to see, Hannah Baker. “Go talk to her. Ask her to dance.” You speak up, looking at Clay with a grin on your face. “You know I can’t dance.” He shot back, leading to Jeff letting out a laugh. “Nobody here could dance.” He claimed, and the three of you looked around, laughing and agreeing with your boyfriend’s statement.
“C'mon Jenson. We made a deal, if i got a C or above, you would come to the dance. Now go and talk to her.” Jeff spoke, Clay sighing then standing up, mumbling a rushed ‘Fine.’ You and Jeff watch as Clay and Hannah walk up to each other. You see Hannah speak and a smile appears on her face, then the two start to dance, if you could call it dancing. You and Jeff high five each other, big grins on each other faces.
“I totally ship them.” You spoke. “Our meddling has totally worked.” Jeff replied and you nodded your head in agreement. The two of you intertwine your fingers, leaning into a passionate kiss. Jeff cups your face in his hands as you both pull away. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” Jeff said in admiration. “And I love you Jeff Atkins.” You stand up, stepping off the bleachers and reaching out your head. “Now c'mon Atkins, dance with me.” You smirk, Jeff stands up and takes your hand in his.
The two of you walk and start to dance but making sure the both of you could keep an eye on Hannah and Clay. “Look Atkins, we’re cupids now.“ You said motioning Jeff to the view of Hannah and Clay kissing. Jeff brings you into a hug and kisses your forehead. “You’re my sweetheart Y/LN. I love you.” Jeff speaks and you feel yourself blush. “What did I do to be blessed by Jeff Atkins?” You ask before the two of you continue to spend the rest of the night in the company of each other.
oh my i hope you like this because i didnt know how to end it also this isnt edited sorry if it sucks ://
Imagine: Newt gets jealous of all the male attention you had gotten on a night out, becoming frustrated he shows you who knows you best.
Author’s Note: Okay, real talk, if you were in a relationship with Newt I think he would be confident and cocky as fuck. Anyhow, tell me what ya liked, what ya didn’t. Cheers legends, also 1,500 of you guys actually like me so that’s questionable. Also this is the first smut I’ve ever written so don’t be mean, I don’t think it’s that great but I wanna hear what you think!
Summary: When a supposed bath for one leads to something a little more fun. Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: PWP, exhibition kink, dirty talk, teasing, oral sex Rating: M Word Count: 4218
The tub is full, water sloshing over the sides any time either of you move an inch however, neither of you give a second glance at the liquid building up on the tiled floor. You both are too preoccupied with each other.
Pure unadulterated terror courses through Alec’s veins the moment the institute lights up with heavenly light.
He books it towards the op centre, running faster than he ever has in his entire life (without the help of a speed rune, anyway) and skitters to a halt at the sight of the dead downworlders that cover the floor.
He steps through them gingerly, glancing around as he recognises seelies and werewolves, before looking up at his parabatai; Clary and Simon right behind him.
He barely hears what any of them are saying, too distracted by Jace’s distraught expression, the sudden fear and oh god, where’s Magnus?
I was sitting at the table read staring at the script in front of me,with my eyes wide and my mouth open. “Tom and I have a shower sex scene?” I try to ask calmly. Tom and I have been dating for 2 years. We met on the set of Civil war and immediately hit it off. We are each others dates to every single event. But Tom and I have never…. Done anything more than make out with some dry humping. When I found out that we were going to be love interests in the next movie I was ecstatic. “Isn’t it great? I asked them to add it. I think it adds more weight to the scenes after it.” Tom says with a huge grin on his face. Maybe he was ready for it…. I most certainly am. I was a virgin, completely. No masturbation, nothing. “Tommy can we meet at my apartment tonight to… discuss the script?” I whisper in his ear. “Sure sweetheart.” He responds, but I noticed he was staring at my lips. I just smile and start to formulate a plan.
Six pm rolls around and I hear a knock on my apartment door. Tom is standing there with a bouquet of peonies and a big goofy grin on his face. I plant a sweet kiss on his lips and pull him by the hand inside. He sets the flowers on the kitchen table and turns and looks at me. “So what part of the script did you want to talk about, love?” He asks quizzically. “The shower scene.” I mumble looking at the floor. “What about it sweets?” he grabs my chin and raises my head so he can look into my eyes. “Don’t you think we should practice it?” I say, my cheeks turning pink. “I do love. Fully nude - I am method, you know. It’s the only way.” He says with a cheeky grin. “Are you sure sweetheart? I don’t want you to feel forced into it. I know you’re still a virgin.” Tom says very seriously, completely dropping the grin. “I want to Tom.” I said grabbing his hand and leading him to my room. He grabs my face with both hands and pulls me into a long, deep, and passionate kiss. He stops and thinks for a second “Do you have protection? I wasn’t thinking about it.” He asks. I smile and respond “I’m on the pill sweetie.” He nods and goes back to kissing me His left hand slides from my face to my neck, pulling my hair to the side. He kisses his way from my mouth to my neck and he gently sucks and nibbles on it, making me moan and making my nether regions slightly damp. He sheds his jacket and shoes. I grabbed his hips and ground my clothed entrance against his growing erection, making his groan and bite his lip. Tom slides his hands to the bottom hem of my shirt and then looks to me for approval. I nod quickly and he removes it. I move to cover myself because since I was home I wasn’t wearing a bra. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head against the wall. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Don’t hide yourself from me. I want to admire the art love.” He says looking into my eyes. I fucking love this man. He lowers his hands and takes both of my breasts in his hands, massaging them. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the small bud. He swaps the the other and gives it the same treatment, looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes as he does. “Mmmmmm Tommy please.” I moan out letting my head roll back and lean against the wall. I grab his hands, stopping him from continuing his ministrations. He looks up at me confused, probably wondering if he did something wrong. “It’s a shower scene, remember baby?” I say, pulling him behind me into my bathroom. I unbutton m jeans and bend over to slide them down, giving him a full show of my ass and my pretty red thong. I was expecting him to groan a little bit. What i was not expecting ,however, was Tom grabbing my hips, smacking my ass, and pretending to thrust against me. The sensation made me crazy and I wanted more. I stepped out of my jeans and turned around to see Tom undoing his. “Let me do that, darlin” You said, pulling him into the walk in shower, kneeling, undoing them, and pulling his jeans and the boxers underneath all the way off. I toss them over the shower divider and turn on the hot water His length springs up and I take it in my hand admiring the veins decorating it. I experimentally lick his tip and his hips involuntarily jerk forward. I take his tip in my mouth and suck on it. The warmth and the flavor of him made your lower stomach buzz in an unfamiliar sensation. I take more of his length into my mouth, going until I take him fully. “Holy shit…. Do you not have a gag reflex darling?’ He gasps. I hum a no around him and shake my head. “Fuck love don’t do that. I wanna cum inside you. But if you do that again I’m gonna bust in that pretty mouth of yours.” He says, grabbing me by my hair and pulling my head back off of him. “Stand up love.” He says offering me his hand. I take it and pull myself off of my knees, standing up and feeling the hot water cascading down my back. Tom turned me around and used one hand to bend me over so that he has access to my pussy. He kneeled behind me and licked at my entrance making me gasp. He gently inserted on long finger into me, thrusting it in and out as he ate me out. He added another and thrusted faster making me moan. “Tom please. Just fuck me already!” I beg with need and lust evident in my voice. “If you insist angel.” He says, rising to his feet and lining himself. “This shouldn’t hurt because you’re soaked already but i’ll be gentle because the stretch might be uncomfortable okay?” He says, his tone low and filled with lust and love. I nod and he pushes in all the way to the hilt. He was right. It didn’t hurt but the stretch was a tad uncomfortable. I quickly got used to his size and he started moving. “Ohhhhh my god. Tom.” I moan as he fucks me. He picks up the pace a bit and moves one of his hands from my hips around to rub on my clit. “Fuck angel I’m so close.” he groans “Are you gonna come with me pretty girl? Are you gonna have your first orgasm on my cock?” He asks, fucking me harder and rubbing faster. “Ohhhhhhh gooooodddddddddd…. Fuck Tom I’m coming!” I scream, legs shaking as I come around him. He comes at the same time as me, groaning my name and shooting his cum deep inside of me. He continues rubbing my clit, working me through my orgasm. After i’ve finally stopped shaking, he pulls out of me and steps out of the shower. A moment later he appears with a towel wrapped around his waist and another towel in his arms. He wraps me up in it and bridal carries me back into my bedroom and carefully sets me on the bed. He runs back into the bathroom and grabs his jeans. He pulls something out of the pocket and climbs in bed, spooning you. “Well I think we’re all set for the scene.” I chuckle. “I think so too love.” he laughs. “Tom?” “Yeah?” “Don’t ever leave me. I’m too in love with you.” “I promise I won’t ever leave you darling. In fact, roll over.” I do as he says and there he is laying on his side in my bed, with his beautifully messed up sex hair his eyes glowing with the warmth of happiness, and a open ring box in his hand.