One is always able to show more kindness. There really is no limit. Whether it be to a friend or acquaintance; make it a point of caring a little more, reaching a little farther, and loving a little stronger.
Any valentines headcanons for Victor and Yuuri? Like how they spend it together or if some fan sent anything crazy in the past (Yuuri sending Victor things every year but being too embarrassed to write his name as the sender??)
“Wait, someone actually sent you their used panties?” Yuuri has no idea what kind of a face he’s making, but he hopes it does the sheer disgust he’s feeling justice, because what is wrong with people?
Victor laughs. “On more than one occasion. Most of the time Yakov just sent them to the incinerator.”
“’Most of the time’?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered,” Victor says, horrifyingly, then brightens. “I didn’t get to keep any of the chocolates people gave me—for safety reasons, you know—but the plushies were mine to do whatever with. I usually gave them away to sick kids.”
He remembers. It was SKATING’s December 2003 issue cover story. Victor had been in a white doctor’s jacket smiling wide while the two children he had tucked under each arm flashed peace signs. Stuffed animals were strewn across the floor around them like fallen soldiers. He’d taped it into his cubby at Ice Palace until Takeshi joked that they should beat Yuuri up so Victor would come visit him in the hospital. Yuuri seriously considered it.
“I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff,” Yuuri marvels, holding up an actual wedding invitation. You are cordially invited to the marriage of Victor Nikiforov and Joanne Spiers…
Yuuri gently places it back into the box. Well, chucks it back in, more like.
“Oh! Let me show you my favorite one!” Victor nudges him out of the way to rummage around, eventually coming up with a little blue envelope with a sticker that’s faded with time and oddly shaped. Yuuri squints at it, trying to place it, when it hits him. He goes very, very still.
“I think I was… maybe 16 when I got this one? It was the sweetest letter I’d ever received.” Victor sighs wistfully and cradles the envelope to his chest as though it were precious, spun glass and lace, before handing it over.
If Yuuri’s hands shake a little as he undoes the katsudon sticker on the backflap and slides the piece of notebook paper out, Victor doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he notches his chin onto Yuuri’s shoulder to read it along with him.
It’s a little yellow, but the faded images of sakura still comes through behind shaky, painstaking Cyrillic penned to fill the page.
You are the greatest skater in the whole wide world. I am a skater too but I am only 12 years old and I am still learning. I did a triple axel for the first time yesterday! I hope you are proud. Someday I would like to hold your hand and skate with you. We could do a triple axel together. Please wait for me.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
“I wanted to write back, but they didn’t leave a name or a return address,” Victor says softly, reaching around Yuuri to brush reverent fingers over the page. “Even with the terrible translation, it was the most genuine expression of love I’d ever seen at that time. I brought that letter with me everywhere I went, hoping I might catch a glimpse of that kid in the crowd, or even on the ice. Whoever it was, I hope they continued to skate. I really would’ve liked to have skated with them.”
The boxy letters swim and blur, spreading out until they’re vague blobs, and when Yuuri blinks to clear it, the page is wet. “It wasn’t terrible.”
Turning in Victor’s arms, Yuuri beams up at him through his tears. “The translation. It wasn’t terrible. Vasiliev-sensei at Ice Palace wrote it out for me and I spent hours practice-copying it to make sure it was perfect.”
He can see the moment realization dawns, because Victor’s furrowed brow ripples and smoothes out, jaw dropping almost into Yuuri’s lap. “You—”
The world tilts dangerously and skews when he’s tackled onto his back, and Yuuri laughs up at the ceiling as Victor presses frantic kisses to his mouth, his neck, the swells of his cheeks and the sides of his nose. He shakes with a giddy sort of joy, drowning under a wave of relief nearly fifteen years in the making, and reaches up to palm Victor’s face—a little older, a little more mature, but still the greatest skater in the whole wide world who was everything to a little boy once. Even more now as a man.
“Thank you for waiting for me,” Yuuri murmurs, then leans up and meets Victor halfway.
Summary: In which you help Bucky combat a sleepless night by going on a night drive.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,366
A/N: Oh hey, it’s me. I guess I’m back.
The screaming starts late that night. Or maybe it starts early that morning; it’s too dark outside your window to be sure of the time.
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes is easier said than done. Your slumber had been a deep one, as the fatigue from two sleepless nights in a row had caught up to you. Once your head hit the pillow, you were convinced nothing could possibly wake you up.
Nothing except the sound of Bucky’s screams in the room down the hall from yours.
Learning lessons is a little like reaching maturity. You’re not suddenly more happy, wealthy, or powerful - but you understand the world around you better, and you’re at peace with yourself. Learning life’s lessons is not about making your life perfect, but about seeing life as it was meant to be.
school is hard. it’s kind of a fact. hate to break it to you, but it only gets harder. sure, academics are important, but your mental health is even more so. taking a break and having some fun is crucial to preventing burn out, but sometimes it gets a little harder to do so on a tight budget. hopefully these tips will help you out. xoxo, m
Hello I was wondering if you Could you do a bts reaction to their girlfriend being really short like under 5"2 :) kinda like the one you did with them being tall 🤗💕 btw I love your stuff!
Thanks for the request!
- Admin Crys
He loves it. He likes that he’s bigger/taller than you it makes him feel manly/strong. It also means you’re too small to be the big spoon, so he gets to have his favorite cuddle position all to himself. XD
“Come here y/n. It’s cuddle time.”
*wraps his arms and legs around you like an octopus
He’s used to being the tall one, but he’l not used to being around someone so short, and what that entails. He has resigned himself to be the one to reach things on top shelf, at home, at the mall, at the grocery store, etc.
He may act affronted by it, and like it’s burdensome, but secretly he really enjoys it. It makes him feel needed, and like he’s able to do things for you.
It makes him feel like he’s a good bf.
When you get tired of bothering him for things, you buy a step stool and put it in the kitchen.
He is honestly so offended.
“What is this?! You don’t need me anymore? Is that it?”
“Well, I can see that I am not appreciated in this household.”
He would think it’s hilarious. He would watch you struggle with your height related issues with glee.
“You need my help to get it down?”
“Nah, you got it baby, just a little bit more.”
“Hobi, please help. I can’t reach it!”
“Yes you can, I don’t need to encourage your co-dependency. Fighting :)”
He wouldn’t care at all, and would never bring it up as an issue.
He might tease you about it from time to time, but that’s just the kind of relationship you have, being able to joke around freely.
“Wahhh, it must be tough being so short. I don’t think I could take it.”
“You know, I can still take you down. Don’t fuck with short people, they go for the kneecaps… and other more vulnerable areas.”
He senses that it bothers you more than him. He’s on the taller side, and with you being under 5′2 there is quite the height difference.
“I just hate the stares you know?”
“Baby, don’t worry about it. They don’t know you, or anything about our relationship. Don’t let it bother you.”
“They have no impact whatsoever on us.”
He thinks you’re so cute, and your height makes you all the more cuter.
He is so fluffy around you it’s insane. He also loves that while you may be small height wise, you don’t have a small personality. You have your own unique traits that match his own.
You know Jiminie is thrilled that you’re shorter than him. He already gets a ton of flack for being one of the shortest BTS members, so you being smaller would make him feel more confident/manlier in your relationship.
He doesn’t have to feel insecure about his height or how little his hands are around you, because you’re smaller and you fit so well together. Couple goals tbh.
- Would take advantage of it constantly, propping his chin on your head constantly, etc.
“Jimin you have a pointy chin! It hurts, stop it.”
“Ahhh, but jagi it’s so comfortable, please just a little bit longer?”
Imo the split attraction model is ultimately useless and homophobic when you can still just say that youre lgb in any situation and will be regarded exactly the same in society with 100% less confusion.
The confusion is an issue when it reaches little kids. Everyday I see more 13-16 year olds here, lgb kids, saying “I identify as ace because I don’t want sexual relationships” when that’s not called being ace! its just called being a child who shouldn’t be worried about lgb terms sounding too sexual to use in the first place!! When straight kids say they’re straight, everyone knows not to infer that theyre searching for a sexual relationship. The same goes for lgb kids.
That’s how unless you are asexual-aromantic, using ‘(blank)sexual-(blank)romantic’ evokes a sense of weird hypersexuality into gay terms and messes up things even more for kids who are just starting to figure out something that’s already very confusing and scary enough.
You want a gf/bf someday but don’t really wanna have sex unless you know them? Bi/pan. Are you a girl who feels like you’re unable to form real romantic relationships, but really like sex with girls? Lesbian. You a girl who really like girls but don’t get turned on at the sight of them? Lesbian. You a guy who loves guys, and probably doesn’t ever want to have sex? Gay. If you’re cis and only interested in sex/relationships with only the opposite gender, you are straight. You are a cis het. There’s nothing more to it.
That’s it!! That’s literally all anyone who isn’t currently your partner/s has to know about your relationship to people. Your relationship to sex and how exactly you do or do not experience sex is a discussion that literally everyone should be having with the person/persons whom of which they are currently seeing or planning upon seeing.
A/n: Just rlly inexcusably cheesy. Like this is not okay. I am persONALLY ashamed by the amount of fluff.
You huffed, crossing and uncrossing your legs again as you leaned back in the tiny, uncomfortable chair. Three things you hated the most were doctors, strange drills, and people poking and prodding you and dentistry combined all of those things into one extremely-sanitized, linoleum-floored, overly-expensive hell. Even just sitting in the waiting room was making you feel sick.
How long did it even take to remove wisdom teeth? When Peter, your best friend, had asked you to drive him to the dentist for his appointment, you thought it would be a simple half hour affair but it had been an hour and a half now and he still wasn’t out. You supposed it was because he had waited so long to take them out, but still, it wasn’t that difficult was it?
“Excuse me, Miss?”
You started as a stout man walked towards you, his blue nurse’s scrubs swishing as he walked briskly towards you.
“You are here with Mr. Maximoff, correct?”
“Yeah, is he alright?” You frowned, were there complications? That would be bad, right?
“Yes he’s fine, don’t worry. Dr. Carlyle just thought that, because it’s taking so long you might want an update.”
“Oh, okay.” You breathed out in relief.
“Peter has all but one wisdom tooth out. His body fought the anesthesia in the beginning, more than any patient I’ve ever seen. His metabolism must be extremely high. Anyways, we upped the dosage which did the trick. He should be out in around ten minutes, but because of the high dosage, he might act a little more out of it than our other patients.”
“Alright, thank you.”
You sat back down, fiddling with your fingers. At least nothing bad happened, he was alright. But then again, there was no telling what Peter might do on all those drugs.
It was another fifteen minutes before Peter came out, a nurse pushing him on a wheelchair with slight difficulty as Peter’s head lolled against the back of the chair, an absent smile glazed across his face.
“Y/n… Is that you?” The silver-haired boy slurred as he craned his neck to see you from where his head was positioned.
“Yes, Peter, it’s me.”
“Aw.” Peter chuckled. “Yes.” He did a small fist pump as you thanked the nurse, taking Peter from him.
“Yes that you’re here. I thought that bald-guy was gonna take me to his home.” He stuttered, jerking a thumb at the nurse. “But now I’m gonna go home with you.”
You smiled, thanking the people at the desk before promptly leaving, letting out a breath of a relief as the door shut behind you.
“So,” You began pushing Peter towards your car, drumming your fingers on the chair’s handles. “How do you feel?”
“Feeling scared.” He held the armrests tighter. “You’re going too fast!” “What?” You slowed your walk to a crawl.
“Slow down, you’re gonna kill me, woman!” Peter leaned back in the seat, his knuckles white with the strain of gripping the armrests. This was going to be a long day.
After much struggle and more sweat than you’d like to admit, you had successfully made it to the car. Peter sat in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window, his eyes glazed over slightly.
“Yeah, Peter?” You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, turning into the driveway of the mansion.
“Do you think cars have feelings?”
“Like, do cars have-” He waved his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. “Feelings?”
“No!” He raised a finger to your mouth. “Shh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Cause, uh, I was thinking like, you know when it’s really hot and you turn on the air conditioning so that you don’t die of heat stroke?” He feigned fainting, collapsing against the window and throwing his feet up on the dashboard. “Do you think it hurts the car? I always felt bad, what if it was too much for the car? What if we’re overworking the car, pushing past its limit?”
He was shouting now, accentuating each word with a punch to the car door.
“Peter, cars are designed to work that hard.” You pulled the car into the garage, the engine growling to a halt “Ok, we’re home!”
Peter jumped, leaning across you and fumbling with the lock a couple of times before pressing it down, sighing in relief.
“Ha, now I’ve got you trapped and you have to talk with me!”
“Well, after thinking about if cars can feel I thought what if other things have feelings? Like clothes and stuff.”
You hummed, reaching down and leaning your chair back, pulling your legs into cross beneath you.
“I know you have that t-shirt, that red, button down with all the crazy flowers?” A piece of gauze fell out of his mouth and onto the car seat. “That super ugly one?” He shoved a finger in his mouth, struggling to put the gauze back into place.
“Yeah? My cousin gave it to me.” You chewed your bottom lip. “I’ve only worn it once, to that disco party Jubilee threw last year.”
“Ok, ok, but, do you ever think that maybe, maybe it just…” Peter tipped his head back, blinking away tears. “I mean you never wear it! It just wastes away in the back of your closet, watching as all the other clothes get worn, maybe it just wants to be loved?”
“Peter, I-” You bit back a laugh. “Are you crying?”
“Yeah.” Peter whimpered sniffling softly. “Just a little.”
You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle once more.
“Wait, no!” Peter launched himself forward, into your lap, his body now sprawled across you.
“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “What is it?”
He looked up at you, his brown eyes the color of amber and coffee as he peered through his thick eyelashes. It was moments like these that always threw you off guard. Times when he looked so effortlessly beautiful, especially when it wasn’t expected.
How could he look so good while so unbelievably doped up? The way his feathery platinum locks fell like silk around his shoulders was almost exquisite. And his whole “I-haven’t-slept-in-two-years” look complimented him even when, based on all scientific reasoning, it shouldn’t.
You drank in the way his lips formed so perfectly around your name.
Gently, as if he were expensive china, you ran your fingers through his hair, each strand shimmering as the light from outside poured in and washed itself over Peter’s face.
“I know I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning but I’m gonna say it anyways, okay?”
You grinned, tracing your index finger down the side of his face and along his jaw.
“Okay.” You breathed out in a barely audible whisper.
“You make me feel good, like really good. You make the bad days easier and… and there’s been a lot of those lately.” He licked his lips, his cinnamon eyes glued to yours the entire time.
“And whenever I hear something funny, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too, even when you’re not there. And at night, when I’m cold or alone, I always reach out, expecting you to be there for some reason. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. And when you cried watching that Harry Potter movie the other night, even though I wasn’t watching the movie, seeing you cry, it felt like my heart was breaking.”
You breathed in slowly, scanning his face for any emotion, any sign to tell you where this was going.
“And I can’t help but think the same thing every time I see you.” He smiled reaching up and grasping a strand of hair between his fingers, twisting it slowly.
You’d taken a liking to Daryl ever since you first met at
the prison but you could never let your feelings be known until now. You were
safe behind the walls of Alexandria and you left Daryl subtle hints that you
liked him. Actually, they weren’t subtle at all. You often watched him when he
was working on his bike in the hot sun, his muscles glistening with sweat. When
he’d catch you looking you wouldn’t turn away, you’d just wink and carry on
having a stare off until one of you looked away. Or other times you would
purposely go around without any panties on, making sure to ‘drop’ something and
bend all the way down to get it while Daryl was behind you. You’d catch him
looking but as soon as his eyes met yours he’d look away, not awkwardly but
more like he wouldn’t be able to resist you if he carried on looking.
Deanna held a small party to welcome your group and everyone
was there. You were on the opposite side of the room to Daryl but you would
always see him staring at you out the corner of your eye. Both of you were
talking to a different group of people and that’s how you knew he was drunk, he
was actually socialising. You looked over to him and found him already looking
at you. Half of you was getting intimidated but the other half wanted to be in
control. He broke eye contact with you and went to sit down and a perfect idea
popped into your mind. You excused yourself from the conversation you were in
and you grabbed your drink from the table.
“Hey Dixon” you smirked, walking over to him.
“Ya alright?” he asked, nodding his head at you and shifting
in his seat as his eyes fell on your curve hugging dress.
“I think I should be asking you that” you laughed, pointing
at the drink in his hand.
“Don’t worry about me sunshine” he grinned at you.
You giggled and went to sit in the chair next to him but you
‘accidentally’ tripped and fell onto his lap. You held onto his shoulders
pretending to balance yourself and you apologised all while still staying on
him. He let out a muffled groan as you moved to get up, making sure to grind
your ass against him before you did. He grabbed your arm and stood up, quickly
leading you out of the party. Everyone was a little too tipsy to notice. As
soon as you got out the house Daryl led you down the stairs and then pushed you
up against the side wall, his fingers creeping around your neck. He pinned you against
the wall with his body, grinding his obvious bulge into you. Daryl moved his
head down to yours and his lips hovered above yours as you waited impatiently
for him to kiss you. You moved your head forward but he tightened his grip
around your throat and shook his head.
“Do you know what happens when you tease a guy like me?” he
growled, his breath warm on your skin and the sweet scent of alcohol filling
your nose. You had to stop yourself from moaning.
“What?” you asked innocently, biting your lip and batting
your eyelids at him.
He let out a chuckle and looked down to the floor then back
at you. “You make them hard and they fuck the shit out of you” he said bluntly,
his dirty words making you wet.
“Is that what you’re gonna do to me?”
He grinned at you before pushing his lips against yours, the
force surprising you but you went with it. He opened your mouth with his and
thrusted his tongue in, immediately taking over and not giving you a chance to
fight for dominance. His hands roughly tugged at your dress as he groaned in
your ear to take it off.
“What if someone sees us?” you asked, hesitating as Daryl
stopped to look at you.
“You shouldn’t have teased me baby” he chuckled low before
lifting the dress up to your waist, the thought of someone catching you made
you and Daryl more excited. You fumbled with his belt, the rough bites Daryl
was leaving along your neck made you forget everything. In the end, you got his
jeans down and he pulled your panties aside with his fingers, making sure to
brush them against your sensitive clit.
“You ready?” he growled.
You didn’t even get a chance to answer before Daryl grabbed
himself and thrusted his full length into you, stretching you out and making
you feel every inch of him.
“Fuck!” you shouted out as he left you no chance to adjust,
thrusting into you mercilessly.
“That’s right (y/n), take me all in!” Daryl choked out as
your walls squeezed tightly around him.
With every thrust your back rubbed up the wall, mixing pain
with pleasure and making your knees shake. Daryl lifted up your leg as he
fucked you at a different angle, making him grunt into the crook of your neck
at how good you felt. Daryl’s hands made their way back to your throat as he
wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed lightly. You let out a moan and he
let out a low laugh.
“You like that?” he said, his voice husky from arousal.
You opened your mouth to reply but a strangled moan was the
only sound that came out. His ego was filled and he continued to slam into you
until both of you were close to your releases. He felt your walls tighten
around him and you dug your nails into his back, dragging them down as pleasure
was taking over your body. The heat built up to its maximum and soon exploded
through your body, the sounds of you and Daryl’s moans merging into one. He
came soon after you and sloppily thrusted into you a few more times to finish
inside of you.
Daryl let your leg drop and you leaned on his shoulder for
balance since your legs were weak. Daryl breathed heavily while he quickly
shrugged his jeans back on and you pulled your dress down.
“That was intense” you panted, laughing a little at how
dishevelled his hair was. You reached your hand up to fix it and he let you,
dropping his head a little so you could reach. “I should tease you more often”
“Try it, I won’t be so easy on you next time” he said,
walking back to the house with you.
That was easy? You
thought. You couldn’t imagine what him being rough was like but you couldn’t wait
to find out. —————————————————————————————————-
Request: Avengers!! Specially Steve, Bucky and Tony, why Tony has always
to be reader’s dad?? I’m 20 years less than RDJ and I’ll fuck him like crazy! 😂 😂
theme fluff and of course ‘it always end in a…’ smut. Thanks!! 💜💜
Tony Stark x Reader
Word Count: 2932
Warnings: Fluff, Language, Smut, suggestion of a daddy kink, light spanking, (should I warn an age difference?), unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), A couple of gifs that could be considered NSFW
A/N: So, my first Reader Fic. Thank you so much,@fsp82, for the request. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I listened to Closer by the Chainsmokers a couple of times while writing this so that’s where the title came from along with a few little things within the story.
Tony has always had a thing for pushing people’s buttons,
and your buttons were no exception. A little touch here, a sly comment there,
and it all drove you nuts.
For how annoying as he was at home, that’s how protective he
was in the field. He was always there, literally hovering overhead unless he
had something he had to be doing.
The most frustrating part of all of this is that somehow,
despite always being there, he had yet to realize your feelings for him.
Now safe in your hotel room, you kick off your combat boots
and strip off the layers of your uniform as you head into the bathroom. You
start the shower, letting the water heat up as you pull your hair loose from
its braid. You go back out into the room, digging your hairbrush from your
duffel bag. Just as you’re about to head back into the bathroom, there’s a
knock at the door.
As you approach the door, you have every intention to send
whoever it is away. Then you look through the peephole to see Tony standing
there. You smile to yourself, allowing yourself to hope for something to come
out of this.
You open the door without hesitation, not a care in the
world even though you’re half naked.
“Can I help you?” you ask, a sly smile playing at your lips
when you catch his eyes roaming your body.
He shakes his head, clearing his head, and looks you in the
eye, “Y/N, hey, I was wondering… it’s not too late and you know since we’re in
Italy… I thought maybe…”
You bite your lip watching him stumble over his words,
surprised by how nervous he seems to be.
“Take a deep breath, Tony, and just spit out.”
He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “Do you want
to get dinner? I know you’re probably tired, but this seemed like too good a
chance to pass up.”
“Let me shower and get dressed. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
He smiles, “Right. See you in a bit.”
You watch him as he heads back down the hall to the
elevator. You shake your head, closing the door and rushing to the shower you’d
nearly forgotten was still running. The mirrors in the bathroom are foggy, but
the water’s still hot.
You take what could be considered the fastest shower of your
life, though you’re careful to clean every inch of your skin. You dry your hair
as best you can before pulling the loose tresses into a somewhat fancy bun.
As you approach your duffel bag, you silently thank Natasha
for convincing you to pack something nice. “It could come in handy,” she’d
said, “since we’re staying overnight.”
Thinking back on it now, you’re certain she knew something
you didn’t. So you pull on the tight, black pencil skirt and the dark red, crop
top you’d so carefully packed.
You keep your make-up light, settling for a little bit of
eyeshadow and your signature winged liner. A little mascara on your lashes and
a pair of black sandals on your feet, and you were ready to go. You find the
purse you’d stashed and check to make sure you have everything you’ll need
before heading to the lobby.
You search the room for him, your eyes finally settling on
his form where he stands at the hotel bar. As you get closer to him, you
realize that he’s changed clothes. His t-shirt and jeans now replaced by a
sleek, dark blue suit and a black dress shirt, a thin black tie around his
neck. He hasn’t seen you yet. You wouldn’t mind skipping dinner… Who needs food
when you could just pull him in by his tie and drag him back upstairs…
His eyes settle on you, a growing smile spreading across his
face as he scans every inch of you.
Once your close enough, and much to your surprise, he wraps
an arm around you waist and pulls you close.
He kisses your cheek, whispering, “you look beautiful,” in
your ear before setting his glass on the counter behind him and leading you to
the front door.
He keeps you at his side as you walk through the city in a
comfortable silence, taking in the darkened sights. There’s not very many
people out, but you see a few other couples walking the same way the two of you
are. He guides you to a restaurant somewhere in the center of town, the
atmosphere of the place much more relaxed than you had expected.
Watching him, you can’t help but feel that right now he is
in his element surrounded by the fancy scenery, and something about it is beyond
attractive. Honestly, you think it’s downright sexy.
He still hasn’t said a word to you since before you left the
hotel. He orders some fancy red wine and a few dishes from the menu for you
both to share. His expression as he looks across the table at you is soft;
there’s admiration in his eyes, but his gaze is nerve-wracking because you
still don’t know what to think of any of this.
The waiter returns with everything all at once. Once each
plate is in place, he pours the wine and sets the bottle down before
disappearing with little more than a nod of his head.
You reach for your glass, taking a generous sip. Tony smiles
again at your reaction to the taste of it.
“That’s amazing.” You say, meeting his eyes.
“Wait until you try the food.”
“You’ve been here, haven’t you?”
“A few times over the years.”
You narrow your eyes at him, but he just laughs it off and
starts eating. You join him, eating a little bit of everything, but settling on
the tortellini you were lucky to have closest to you.
Three hours and two bottles of wine later, the two of you
have completely knocked down any walls between you. The conversation flows
easily, the small space between you filled with your voices and laughter. The
plates had been cleared long ago so the table is empty aside from your glasses
and your hands where they meet in the middle.
“We should probably head back.” Tony mutters, glancing at
“Right.” You pull your hand back, “We’re supposed to head
out early tomorrow.”
He pulls out his wallet, dropping enough cash on the table
to cover everything, and stands up. He comes around to you, holding his hand
out and guiding you to your feet when you take it. You stifle the urge to gasp
when he laces his fingers with yours. So now you’re heading back to the hotel,
hand in hand, and over the moon.
Back at your room, you fumble with the keycard. Why are you
nervous? It wasn’t anything new for him to be so close, but the sound of his
breathing literally inches from you in such a small, quiet space is almost too
much. Once the door unlocks, you turn the handle and push it open a bit. You
stop in your tracks, turning to face him.
He’s still just inches away.
Just close enough that if you leaned forward a little more…
His kiss is sweet, a hint of chocolate and wine still
lingering in it. He puts a hand on your hip, the other cupping your cheek as he
deepens the kiss. By the time you pull away, you’re barely standing and your
chest is heaving.
You look up at him through your lashes, afraid to look him
directly in the eye.
“I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to
make any decisions until I’m done. Okay?”
You nod slowly, afraid to speak.
“I’m in love you with you. I don’t when I realized it or why
I waited so long to tell you. I just know it’s how I feel. If you’d rather be
with someone else, I’ll understand. I know I’m a little unstable and that I can
be annoying. Sometimes I spend too much time in my lab, and I don’t always take
such good care of myself. Maybe I drink a little too much and have some pretty
bad impulse control. Still, you’ve always been there. You make me want to be
better. You make me better, and I don’t even think you realize it. So whether
or not this goes anywhere, tonight was important to me. You’re important to
You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, you’d
tightened your grip on him, a hand wrapped securely around his tie. Slowly, you
look up to meet his gaze, smiling when you see how much hope lingers in his brown
You start moving back, pushing the door open as you pull him
into the room. The door slams shut right as his lips collide with yours again.
You pull his shirt from where it’s tucked away in his pants
and get to work on the buttons as he loosens his tie. He kicks off his shoes
while you unbuckle his belt. He pulls your shirt away while you undo the button
and lower the zipper. You push his pants to the floor; he unzips your skirt and
pushes it down as well.
The backs of your legs hit the bed. You pause for a moment
before sitting at the edge of the mattress. He’s leaning down to you, his lips
still against yours, his tongue still between your parted lips and moving
against your own. You pull your feet up one by one to remove your shoes. He
puts his knees on either side of you one by one to remove his socks.
You move back on the bed until you reach the top, laying
back against the pillows. His hand moves down your side, over your hip and to
the back of your knee where his grip tightens before he parts your thighs
further. His hips settle over yours, grinding slowly against you. You moan into
his kiss, your thighs tightening around his hips in response to his movements.
He breaks the kiss after what feels like a lifetime. Your
lips feel numb, a slight burn left behind from the friction caused by his
beard. His eyes only stay on yours for a moment before moving a little further
down to your still covered breasts. His fingertips tease your skin at the top
of the cup before down to the clasp that sits between them. He pops it open
with ease, pushing both cups aside before taking a breast in each hand.
You sigh, arching your back and pushing into his touch. You free your arms from the straps and then pull the bra away from your body,
tossing it to the floor. He glances up at your face before his eyes return to his
own hands and he leans down to take the hardened peak of your nipple into his
mouth. You gasp at the new sensation, combing your finger through his hair.
His hips roll down again before he begins moving further
down your body. His fingertips hook around the waistband of your panties. He
watches your face as he pulls them down and away, tossing them to the side. His
kiss moves to your inner thigh.
“Is this okay?” he asks, for once seeming unsure in his
Once you provide a breathless affirmation, his head is between your thighs, his tongue laving through your folds and circling your
One of your hands fists in his hair while the other grabs
tight to the pillow that rests beneath your head.
“Oh, god, Tony… Fuck…”
In response to the slight bucking of your hips, he grips
your thighs and presses you tighter to the mattress. Just as you look down at
him, his eyes open to meet yours. His eyes flutter closed again as he moans
against you. Your grip on his hair tightens as that sweet tension builds in
your lower abdomen. Then as his tongue moves further down and pushes into you, you
can’t hold on anymore. He keeps going, swallowing down everything you have to
You hum in pleasure as he pulls away. You hand falls free
from his hair and down to the bed.
“You okay?” he chuckles.
“Uh-huh.” You beckon him closer with a wave of your hand, “Come
Once he’s hovering over you again, he lowers his lips to
yours. You can taste yourself in his kiss. His lips leaves yours a moment
later, moving down to your neck.
“I need you, Tony.” You whisper, trailing your fingertips up
“I’m all yours, sweetheart.” He smiles, raising your hand to
his lips and placing a kiss to your palm.
“Come on, baby, you know what I mean.”
“I love you, Tony. I would have said it before, but…”
“We got a little caught up.”
You giggle as you nod in agreement.
“God, I love it when you laugh. I can’t wait to hear your
His words make you gasp. He chuckles and stands up to remove
the tight fabric of his briefs. Then he over you again, his generous length
just inches from your waiting core. A bit to your surprise, he lays on his back
beside you and grabs your hips.
“Like I said,” he whispers, positioning you over him, “I’m
His grasps the base of his shaft in his hand, positioning
his cockhead at your entrance. Your body opens for him, taking him in inch by
inch. Your head falls forward once he’s buried to the hilt.
“Damn, you’re so tight, baby.” He groans, “Feels so good.”
You breath is shaky as you begin to move against him,
moaning each time he slides back home. You start slow, watching him come undone
beneath you. His eyes are focused on where your bodies join. His bottom lip is
held tight between his teeth. His focus shifts, though, when you moan his name.
He grins as his hands move over the curve of your ass. You gasp, your movements
faltering when his hand strikes the soft flesh.
You recover somewhat quickly, bracing yourself against his
chest as you begin to move faster. The way you’re positioned against him
delivers much needed friction against your clit. There’s nothing but the sounds
of your moans, groans and grunts filling the room. He hits you again, spurring
your movements on and making you move just a little faster.
Your hands move from his chest to the mattress on either
side of his head. He stills your hips, taking over by thrusting his hips up.
scream, clutching his shoulder and digging your nails in.
His arms wrap securely around your waist, and he flips you
to your back, easily keeping up his unrelenting pace. Your moans become screams
of pleasure as he drives you hard into the mattress.
He hooks his hand behind your leg and pushes your knee up to
your shoulder. The new angle lets him go deeper, edging you closer to your
release. He finally eases up, settling into a slow, hard pace. A few more
thrusts right against your g-spot and you’re the one coming apart beneath him.
The clenching of your walls around him draws his own release
from him, the heat of his come coating your inner walls. You heave several deep
breaths as he collapses beside you after a couple of minutes.
“Be right back.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and
getting up from the bed.
You hear the water turn on in the bathroom. After a moment,
it shuts off again. He comes back out to you, his touch gentle between your
thighs as he cleans you up. He goes back to the bathroom, tossing the towel
into the sink from the doorway.
He climbs back into bed with you, pulling the blankets up
and over you. You rest your head on his shoulder, your hand on his chest. You
trail your fingertips over the scar on his chest left behind by his heart
He takes your hand once again, bringing your hand
to his lips and placing kisses on the pads of your fingertips.
“You know,” he says, kissing your forehead, “we’re never
going to live this down if the team finds out.”
“Let them find out. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“So you’re prepared for the jokes about our age difference?
I mean, I’m pretty much old enough to be your father.”
“Does that mean I should start calling you ‘daddy’?”
“Only if you don’t want to get any sleep tonight.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you sit up and lean
close him, your lips barely an inch from his, “Daddy.”
He spanks you once abruptly, “You asked for it, baby girl.”
You giggle as he moves to hover over you, his kiss rougher
The next morning, you’re both back on the jet but keeping
your distance from one another. It’s not necessarily on purpose. He’s helping with
setting the navigation. You’re sitting across from Natasha at the back of the
jet, cleaning your weapons.
“Thanks, by the way, for the advice on the outfit.” You say,
looking down the barrel of your gun.
“I told you it would be useful, and I was right.”
you smile, looking in Tony’s direction and catching his eye; he winks at you, a
smile on his face when he turns his attention back the screen projection in
front of him, “you were.”
Jungkook was well known for being a playboy. Sleeping with girls and then
shoving them away, his next target was y/n. Y/n was just innocent and not to
mention also Taehyung’s little sister. “International Playboy!”
fluff, maybe a bit of angst
is a smut; you all know shit bout to get real.
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“Can you learn to keep it down for once? I could hear you
going all last night.” Hoseok said as Jungkook walked into the kitchen with
only his grey sweats on. “You’re just jealous because I’ve had sex before you
hyung.” Jungkook defended, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and
drinking it. They suddenly heard the front door close and heard Taehyung’s
voice boom throughout the dorm. “V is in the house!” He yelled causing his
younger sister he brought with him like usual to giggle. Y/n was shy around the
boys, especially Hoseok because she had a major crush on him. Taehyung knew
about her crush on him, but specifically told them all to stay away from her.
Especially Jungkook. Of course, that never stopped them from all flirting with
her when Tae wasn’t around. “Hi y/n.” Hoseok greeted with a big grin on his
face once he saw her, Jungkook watched as she tucked a stray behind her ear and
blushed. “Hi H-Hoseok.” She stuttered looking at the floor, feeling her cheeks
heat up. Jungkook could tell you were very shy around Hoseok, thus meaning you
liked him. And part of him deep down hated that you liked him. Why was it
always Hoseok? Jungkook was the youngest but he’s more experienced if you know
what I mean. A cute ringtone began playing and Tae pulling his phone out of his
pocket, glancing at it as the screen lit up with Jimin’s name, excusing himself
he stepped away leaving the three in silence. “So how have you been?” Hoseok
asked leaning forward and resting his crossed arms on the table as he looked
her up and down. Jungkook just stood on the side, watching as y/n would twirl
her hair and smile at him. “Good. How about you? How’s your latest dance been
going?” She asked trying to hide the fact she was blushing, and Jungkook tried
hiding the fact he was annoyed that she completely ignored him. “It’s been
good. Still trying to nail down some important parts though.” Hoseok answered
before Tae stepped back into the room. “Hoseok, Jimin wanted us at the studio
to practice our parts of the upcoming dance.” Taehyung states and Hoseok was
putting on his shoes and cap. “Jungkook can you watch y/n for a bit? I trust
you not to do anything, I won’t be gone long. Three hours’ tops.” Tae said as
Jungkook nodded and acted like she was a burden. She used to have the biggest
crush on Jungkook, that was until she found out that he had become a big
douche. Taehyung left with Hoseok quickly leaving the two still in the kitchen,
surrounded by silence. She decided to be the first to break it, looking up and
finally meeting his gaze for once. “Do you want to watch a movie?” She asked,
playing with her sleeves and tugging them down a little. “Whatever.” Jungkook
just grumbled, walking past her and towards the couch. Jungkook just grumbled, walking past her and towards the couch. She didn’t
understand why he was always like this, but then again he was a fuckboy. She
walked over and crouched down, looking at the movies on the shelf that they could
watch. Jungkook sat there, tongue in cheek and his mouth hung slightly open as
he cocked his head to the side. He wondered what she would be like in bed, they
always say the quiet ones are usually the loudest. He smirked thinking about
the h/c haired girl, begging beneath him for more and he would thrust into her
at a rapid pace. The little thought ran through his veins causing his pants to
tighten around his growing bulge. Not only was it that though, the fact that
she was Taehyung’s sister and how hot it would be if Taehyung came home to
Jungkook balls deep in his little sister. Y/n put in a movie and stepped back,
sitting away from Jungkook on the couch with her legs tucked up a little. The
movie began playing but Jungkook kept his gaze on her, watching as her lips
would tug into a small smile at something funny. How she would constantly lick
her plump lips that he wanted to bite down into while snaking his tongue into
her mouth. Of course, y/n could feel his gaze on her but pretended she was
caught up in the movie. She shifted slightly in her spot, not sure of how to
react. She felt goosebumps rise to her skin, not only because of him but
because of how cold the room was. The air con had been on all day, making the
entire room freezing. She began to shiver, her bottom lip shaking as she rubbed
her arms and legs for warmth. “Cold?” Jungkook asked and she finally met his
gaze. “A little.” She said laughing nervously. He suddenly stood slipped off
the black hoodie he had been wear, exposing his toned chest. Dirty things
rushing to y/n’s mind that she never thought of before. She would love to run
her hands down his chest and straddle his waist, but she didn’t want to ruin
anything she had with him. He was a playboy, simply using girls to get
pleasure. She realised she was staring a little too long and finally accepted
the jumper, slipping it on herself and immediately melting from how warm it was
around her. But her legs were still a bit cold, Jungkook smirked at the still
shivering girl and stood up to grab the blanket from the cupboard and sitting
back down next to her. Placing it over the both of them, she didn’t understand
why he was sitting so close but didn’t question it.
They just sat there and
watched the movie, once it finished they just put on the next one. Jungkook and y/n had been watching movies for over three hours now and
wondered where Taehyung was. “Can I ask you something?” Jungkook suddenly spoke
and looked down to meet her gaze. “S-sure.” She tried not to stutter to show
how nervous she was but failed miserably. “Have you ever done anything with a
guy?” She asked raising and eyebrow and cocking his head to the side, smirking
at her a little. “What do you mean?” She knew exactly what he meant, and had an
idea of what Jungkook wanted to do. “Like…” He stopped to lick his lips and
think of what to say next. “Have you ever given a guy a blow job? Or kissed a
guy even?” Jungkook said smirking, she didn’t want to answer. The question
alone made her cheeks go bright red, the look she had on her face in pure
shock. “I-I…” She stuttered, trying to gather herself but it was so hard with
the look he was giving her and his hand was now placed on her thigh, gently
rubbing circles on it with his thumb. “No.” She finally managed to get out and
his smirk only grew. She didn’t expect such a question to come from him, she
also didn’t expect him to suddenly lean forward and press his soft plump lips
to hers. Shocked at first but soon giving in to the kiss, she let him slide his
tongue past her lips and into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. His
hand gripped her inner thigh firmly before slipping past her shorts and panties
to rub at the aching clit. A small gasp left her lips as he tried not to moan,
suddenly the door opening and Jungkook pulled back as he heard the voices that
belonged to Taehyung and Hoseok. Both a sweaty mess, Jungkook’s movements had
stopped and thank god the blanket was still covering them both. “Hey, sorry we
took longer than we thought.” Taehyung said as he spotted the two sitting on
the couch, eyes glued to the screen. “Jungkook what happened to your shirt?” Hoseok
asked before taking a sip out of his water bottle. “I was getting really hot,
y/n didn’t care that I wasn’t wearing a shirt so yeah.” He said and they both
nodded before sitting down next to the two on the couch and watching the movie
as well. Y/n was begging for a release, his fingers moving the slightest. Suddenly
she almost yelped when she felt him start moving his fingers against her again.
Finally going down her slit and slipping two fingers in, uncomfortable at first
but then she got used to the feel and found herself choking back moans. “Shh…be
quiet and I’ll let you cum.” He whispered, nibbling on her lobe a little as she
tried her best. His fingers slipped in and out of her core easily, thanks to
the pool that was happening down there during their make out session. She could
feel the knot building in her stomach, her hips bucking ever so slightly and
her legs opening wider so he can get her to her high. It was going so slow and
she needed to release now, his fingers managed to speed up but coming to a halt
when Taehyung began speaking. Y/n letting a faint whine come from her lips that
only Jungkook managed to hear. “I’ll be back, I need to use the bathroom.” Tae
said standing up and walked out of the room, leaving the three there. Hoseok
sat there still watching the movie and unaware of the things happening under
the blanket. Jungkook picked up right where he left off, this time moving a
little more faster to make her reach her high. Her hand placed on his thigh and
squeezing it hard when she came undone on his fingers. Pulling out quickly and
putting them up to his mouth to suck off her juices as he remained eye contact
with her. “Next time, please tell me when you’re going to finger y/n so I can
leave the room.” Hoseok said standing up and smirking. They both snapped their
heads in his direction, shocked expressions across their faces. “Please don’t
tell.” Jungkook pleaded and Hoseok nodded. “I won’t tell if you warn me next
time.” He said before walking out of the room and leaving the two. “How was
that?” He asked letting out a sigh of relief. “It was good.” Y/n sighed,
knowing that after this Jungkook would still never look at her as anything more
than someone to sleep with. She hung her head low but Jungkook was quick to
lift it up to make her look at him. “I know I have had a history with girls,
but I would really like to settle with you.” He said giving her a smile. Not a
smirk, or cheeky grin but a genuine smile. “I’d like that too.” She said
smiling and leaning forward to kiss his lips. “But please don’t tell.” She said
pulling back quickly to say and Jungkook smiled and nodded.
Warning: Fluff, total crack fic, almost smut, wee bit of drug induced angst
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: This is a part of @impala-dreamer’s One Prompt for All Challenge and NATURALLY I’m effing late. The Prompt is: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.” We will see how this turns out. The story is inspired by a gif that the lovely Ana @percywinchester27 sent me. This is TOTAL crack, doods. Way outside what I usually write. My not have done it justice at all. Hope you enjoy this shiz.
Summary: Reader gets all worked up watching Dean in action.
Word Count: 1984
Warnings: Language/Rough-ish sex
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There is something about watching Dean slam someone against a wall that gets me all hot and bothered. The way his jaw clenches and his forearms flex, goddamn, it’s thrilling. If a gun is involved, that’s it, I’m done for. The way that man handles a weapon is nothing short of pornographic. And when his voice gets all deep and gravelly and he just takes fucking command of the situation? It gives a girl all sorts of nasty ideas.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not slipping on the job. When it’s time to fight, I’m focused. I’m present. I’m a force to be reckoned with. But when he’s shaking down someone for info, I take the time to relish Dean in action. I can feel the dampness between my thighs, the slight hitch in my breath when he takes control like that.
God, I want him so bad right now.
Back in the car, we wait for Sam to finish up doing whatever Sam-things he’s doing. Dean taps the steering wheel idly with his finger. I lean over the back seat and slide my arms down his chest.
“Baby, I’m so turned on right now,” I whisper in his ear. “Watching you rough that guy up, it’s so fucking sexy.” I slide one hand down over his stomach, to where his jeans are tenting. Looks like the feeling is mutual.
Dean lets out a rough groan of pleasure as a palm him through his jeans. I nibble on his ear lobe as he pushes his hips up to grind against my hand. I can’t wait to get him alone.
A scuffling sound alerts us to Sam’s approach. I slip back into my seat while Dean hastily rearranges himself before Sam opens the passenger door.
“So get this…” Sam says as he clambers into the seat. Good old Sam, oblivious as always to what’s going on between Dean and me.
You watch happily from beside Ashton as your six year old rockets through the playground, a large grin on his face. It was the first sunny day out of a week of rain and you were all for letting him blow off some energy by running around for a little while. He’d been going stir crazy cooped up inside and it seemed as though he was taking your last nerve with him. Really, the sunshine had been a blessing. It was also the first day off that Ashton had where he wasn’t busy worrying about songs, music or the band all together and you were thankful for the time you got with him.
You’d been hesitant before starting your relationship with him, worried about Jason getting far too attached to a man that wasn’t going to be sticking around long; but what you hadn’t counted on though was how attached to Ashton you got. Now it was three years later and you knew that you loved him and that he loved both you and Jason. The two of them got along like peas in a pod and you knew you had nothing to worry about.
You smile as you notice Jason at the top of the slide, waving enthusiastically back at both you and Ash just before he slides down. You watch him for another minute or so until you feel Ashton’s arm wrap around your waist, guiding you back until you’re pressed against his chest. You chuckle as his lips press gently to the side of your neck, his nose brushing along the bottom of your ear. You swat him away, playfully shaking your head. “There’s children everywhere Irwin.” “There won’t be later on,” He murmurs against your skin. “Are you forgetting about the six year old that will come home with us and needs to be fed, bathed and put to bed?” You feel him smile. “No, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some alone -”
The rest of his sentence is cut off by a loud cry, both of you breaking apart to see Jason running back towards you, his cheeks already flushed and covered in tears. “Aw baby,” You coo, reaching out for him as he gets to the blanket you’re sitting on. “What happened?” “F - fell over,” He sobs, holding out his hand so you can see the grazed flesh. “Want Mummy to kiss it all better?” He shakes his head and you are more than a little surprised when he reaches out for Ashton instead. “Want Daddy to.”
You bite your lip as you wonder how Ashton is going to respond to that; neither of you had ever discussed whether or not he’d be okay with Jason calling him Daddy. It made sense to you that he might someday as Ash was the only male figure Jace had in his life but that didn’t mean that he was ready for that kind of responsibility.
Your heart feels like it might come busting through your chest as Ash picks the little boy up, pouting at him sadly as he holds his injured hand. You smile though as Ashton kisses Jason’s palm, pulling him into a tight hug. “I got you buddy,” He says softly. “Daddy will make it feel all better.”
By the time you step into the house after work you are both exhausted and irritable, annoyed over the fact that you had to stay two hours overtime to finish up something that could have been left for tomorrow. It’s now way after dinner time and you can’t help but feel a little guilty that you’d left your boyfriend with your three year old daughter for a lot longer than you’d intended to. You’d only been seeing each other around twelve months and even though you knew Luke loved Bailey you still didn’t want to leave him with responsibilities that weren’t his.
Leaving your shoes, jacket and handbag by the front door you pad into the living room, smiling softly as you see tangled paused on the tv screen, your daughter’s current favourite disney movie. She’d already made you and Luke watch it five times this week but neither of you could ever say no when she suggested it. “Luke?” You call out, wondering where the pair of them had got too.
You don’t have to wait long to find out because seconds later the sound of little feet running down the hallway catches your attention, Bailey heading straight towards you. You catch her before she can barrel into your legs, swinging her up onto your hip so you can press a kiss to her rosy cheeks. “Mummy!” She squeals happily, wrapping her arms around your neck. “Daddy and I had so much fun, we watched movies and then he helped wash my hair and then he braided it so I could have curly hair for tomorrow and then he was reading me a story when you got home!” “That sounds so great baby,” You reply tightly, trying not to show the shock of her calling Luke Daddy on your face.