Summary: This is pure, multi-orgasmic porn with Dean. Enjoy.
Warning: smut, overstimulation (sort of)
Word Count: 1600ish
A/N: Just felt like writing some Dean porn. No plot here, lol. XOXO
Dean’s moving at just the right pace.
It’s the ‘you aren’t quite at the orgasm yet, but this will get you there soon’ pace. The slow and steady pace that’s more about going deep and hitting all the right spots that being hard or wild. The pace that makes you shake and sweat like your body is totally under Dean’s control now.
Music director Tom Hull reveals how the One Direction star is launching a new phase of his career with help from a versatile live band
Just a half hour before doors open for Harry Styles’ first show of his debut solo tour, San Francisco’s Masonic is completely empty. Band and crew members are buzzing backstage, including Styles himself, not yet wearing the snazzy Gucci suit he would be seen sporting onstage just hours later.
Outside, more than 3,000 fans wait to see the 23-year-old perform in one of the smallest venues they may ever catch him in. They’re decked out in a variety of homemade merchandise as well as florals and pinks, a tribute to the singer’s fashion and album aesthetic.
“It’s funny because as this tour’s approached, I’ve been so nervous,” Styles’ music director and producer Tom Hull, known professionally as Kid Harpoon, tells Rolling Stonebackstage while clutching a chalice of wine and wearing a pin that reads “Muna Has Possibly Talked to Harry Styles,” given out for free by opening band Muna at their merch table.
Until this tour, Hull’s work with other artists had been primarily in the studio, producing and co-writing for artists like Haim, Florence and the Machine and Shakira. He had been introduced to Styles through a mutual friend and ended up working on the songs “Sweet Creature” and “Carolina.” Thanks to their musical chemistry, Styles ended up asking Hull to help him put together a live show to perfectly embody the rootsy, rock-tinged sound of his self-titled album.
“I’ve gone into it not knowing what I’m doing [and] learning on the job,” he admits. “We’re all sort of approaching it with a fresh perspective because we haven’t done it before, but it [has us] keeping with what the record’s about.”
To help translate Styles’ solo sound, the first goal was to get a traditional band together. Guitarist Mitch Rowland had been plucked from a pizza shop where he formerly worked to become a session musician for the album and has joined Styles’ touring band as well.
“Mitch has never really toured like this before,” Hull says. “He’s learning on the road as he goes.”
Joining Rowland are keyboardist Clare Uchima, bassist Alex Predergast and drummer Sarah Jones, all of whom had made their debut with Styles during the televised and small club performances around the release of his album. The band began to feel settled long before the tour launched, but Hull sees their relationship becoming further cemented with this trek.
“Bands become true bands on tour,” he explains. “Fans bought tickets [for this tour] before the album had come out, and the band wants to play to them. The idea is to cut our chops on this tour and get really good. Then next year, he’s got an arena tour.”
Still, on the first two nights, the band already felt like a cohesive unit. The first show perfectly bridged Styles’ past and present, demonstrating that he’s a star capable of holding his own outside of his boy band. Amidst the folk-y ballads and rousing rockers, he covered One Direction classics like “What Makes You Beautiful” and “Stockholm Syndrome” as well as one of his lesser-known writing credits: an Ariana Grande piano ballad titled “Just a Little Bit of Your Heart,” off the vocal diva’s 2014 album My Everything. “Honestly, I didn’t know he had written it,” Hull notes.
Styles has released just 10 songs under his own name, but the vast amount of material he had from his pre-solo career helped to fill out the set. “When the Strokes first came out, their album was 35 minutes long and they had to do Talking Heads songs to fill out the set,” he adds. “It’s quite good to be able to do [Harry’s] record and have other songs in the set because he’s written so much music with [and outside of] One Direction. We’re presenting it in a way that sort of reflects the record and where he’s at now, which feels unique to Harry.”
In the months leading up to the tour launch in San Francisco, Hull, Styles and good friends of the latter sat around and began to formulate a vision. “It was like ‘Why don’t we do this? That would be fun,’” Hull describes of the process. “The thing that’s incredible about Harry that I don’t think people realize as much yet is that he drives it all. It’s very much his taste. He’s very musical; he plays guitar, plays piano and writes songs. He loves music.”
For Hull, working with Styles has disproven a common misconception of the pop megastar, one who is governed by his producers and label. Instead, the director paints a picture of a huge music nerd, one who is particularly passionate about classic rock and country, getting to explore his taste on his own terms.
“That was the hard thing, I think, in [One Direction] before,” he adds. “You’ve got a bunch of lads who all have different tastes in music and have their own personalities. Obviously it’s clear they’ve all done something different [as solo artists].”
Styles has been eager to share his tastes with Hull and the rest of the group. “He’s turning me on to music I’ve never even heard of from like 1978, and he’s texting people in the band 'Have you heard this? Have you heard that?” Hull says says, noting that on days off they go to guitar shops, looking at gear and “really geeky stuff.”
“For someone where he’s at, he just absolutely adores it, and it’s inspiring for everyone underneath.”
The next night in Los Angeles, the crowd is even more energetic as they filter into the Greek through the trees and hills of Griffith Park. A few glitches cropped up at the San Francisco gig — run-of-the-mill sound problems and a less expected fire alarm triggered by the theatrical smoke used during Muna’s set. For the Los Angeles show, the band feels even stronger and more focused.
“There was a bit of uncertainty, but I think everyone’s really happy and buzzing,” Hull updates from the Greek’s VIP section. That night, they were up against the added pressure that comes with a celebrity- and legend-filled audience, featuring everyone from Emma Roberts to Mick Fleetwood and Styles’ former groupmate Niall Horan. “You want to keep improving and getting it better. It feels like the first gig still.”
Even though he would perform a cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain” in front of Fleetwood himself, Styles was even looser at the Greek, dropping in cheekier ad libs and at one point halting “Kiwi,” the closer of the main set before his encore, to tease the troves of primarily female-identifying fans by highlighting the “I’m having your baby” line from the chorus. According to Hull, Styles was already prepared to start changing up the set list by night two, something the entire team collectively decided against as they were just starting out. (In Nashville the following weekend, however, they replaced the cover of “Stockholm Syndrome” with a rendition of Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush,” the first of many possibly new covers to be introduced on the road.)
The cover of One Direction’s most memorable hit “What Makes You Beautiful” remains the most surprising element of the show, especially since young solo artists typically tend to distance themselves from their pop pasts on the road to a more “mature” sound.
“At first, he was definitely cautiously up for it,” Hull says of the decision-making process. “I feel like those [One Direction] songs are brilliantly written songs, and obviously it was a moment where we had a conversation. Beyoncé does Destiny’s Child songs, so we were like 'Let’s do some of the songs that people will all know and everyone will love.’”
Styles’ band made sure to adapt the tune to fit the flow of the show. Uchima suggested a “Ray Charles–y vibe” for the keys, while drummer Jones added a “Motown-y beat” during rehearsals, and the group continued tinkering until they found the perfect balance of old and new.
“We all have so much respect for what put him here,” Hull adds, emphasizing Styles’ own desire to not fully let go of his past. “It’s an important part of it. You can’t underestimate his fans.”
He was a special man, a man of ideas… about the world, about the order of things. Writers, artists, men of science, they’d fill our drawing room night after night to talk and argue. Sometimes just to listen to him.
all the awards, holy hell, @bluestale hell yes hell YES HC ACCEPTED
i literally dropped the animation i was working on because i got emotional just reading your message earlier today at the memories of that song - then i listened to it, and immediately doomed myself - soooo here, here you all go, please join me in having feelings about Blue?? it’s a storyboard-style video but i had to do something with all of these feelings aw geez.
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”
Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?
“Peter is a child.” Tony hisses into the phone. He’s keeping
one eye on the kid from where he is standing, not hiding just standing, around
“He’s normally a child Tony, what’s your point?” Rhodey
asks, Tony can hear him yawning over the line.
“Yes, he’s normally like 14 though not 4.” Tony is
definitely not screeching in distress. “Normally he is my height, not this tiny
“What?” Rhodey asks, and he sounds more awake now.
“I don’t know, Friday says it’s Peter, but he’s like 2.”
Tony peeks out to see Peter trying to pull himself onto the couch, he gets a
wave and a gap-toothed grin.
“I thought he was 4.” Rhodey points out, and it sounds like
he’s laughing at Tony.
“I don’t know what age he is, he’s small Rhodey. I need
help, please come help me with the spider kid.” He pleads, waving back at
Peter. Peter starts to toddle towards him.
“I’ll be there tomorrow morning.” Rhodey grumbles, and the
dial tone sounds in his ear. Tony’s eyes are wide with fear when Peter bumps
into his leg.
“Tomorrow morning?” His voice is little more than a squeak.
“That is what he said boss.” Friday replies, she sounds
“Okay, hi Peter.” Tony greets crouching down next to the
kid. “I’m Tony Stark.” He holds out his hand to the little guy.
“Hi!” Peter shouts, grabbing onto his hands. “I like your
bobots.” He holds out his arms in the normal kid gesture for pick me up, and
Tony does, hefting the kid onto his hip.
“Really, which of my robots is your favorite?” He asks,
bouncing a little. Peter squeals excitedly.
“I like the nice wall lady, and the dumb rolly robot, but my
favorite is suit lady.” He informs Tony, nodding excitedly. “She’s nice.” Tony
“She is, isn’t she? You know I think you are her favorite
human too.” He pokes Peter’s nose for emphasis. Peter giggles, grabbing onto
his glasses with one hand, and yanking them off his face. “Ow.” Tony winces,
and the glasses snap in half, apparently the little spider still has some super
“Oh no.” His eye’s go wide and glossy and he looks up at
Tony. “Please no mad. I didn’t mean to Mr. Shark.” Tony is trying very hard not
to look like he wants to cry. “Please don’t leave.” Peter sniffles.
“I’m not leaving Peter, I’m right here. The glasses are dumb
anyways.” He takes what’s left of them from Peter and drops them in the
garbage. “See all gone.”
“No gone. I broke the boat and you were gone, no leaving
now.” Peter insists, clutching at Tony’s shirt. Tony drops onto the couch, he
needs to look put together for the kid, but his heart feels like it’s breaking
in his chest. He gave Peter abandonment issues. He was trying to break the
cycle, and he failed. Gesturing with his left arm for Dum-E to come over, he
tries to soothe the kid.
“I’m so sorry Peter. I shouldn’t have left you then, and I
won’t leave you now. I promise.” He pats Peter’s pack in an attempt to be
comforting. Dum-E rolls over, blanket clutched in his claw.
“Pinky promise?” Peter asks, holding up his pinky.
“Pinky promise.” Tony links his pinky with Peter’s just as
Dum-E drops a blanket onto both of their heads. “Thanks Dum-E.” Tony grumbles,
it makes Peter giggle so Tony will consider it a success.
“You’re not mad?” Peter asks.
“Nah those glasses were dumb anyways. I’m much prettier
without them.” Tony informs him. Peter reaches out, grubby fingers poking at
“Your eye is dark under. Aunt May says it’s a bag but that
doesn’t make any sense.” Peter informs him. “You put things in bags.” He
“I do not have bags under my eyes.” Tony insists. Peter
looks as unconvinced as a four-year-old can. “I get a healthy amount of sleep.”
“Mr. Shark, you don’t sleep, ever.” Peter points out, and
Tony doesn’t really have an argument, and he doesn’t really want to correct
Peter’s pronunciation of Stark, so it’s time to change the topic.
“Friday, how long until Rhodey gets here?” He asks.
“Based on his flight plan, he should arrive at the building
in approximately 10 hours.” Friday
replies. Tony tries not to look absolutely horrified.
“I’m going to die.” He whispers, Peter pats his cheek
“Don’t worry Mr. Shark, I protect you.” Peter assures him,
it’s the cutest thing Tony has ever seen and he’s going to wrap this kid in
bubble wrap and never let him outside into the dangerous world ever again.
A/N: So this is 2.7K words. Just a heads up. This is also the fic that no one asked for but I wrote anyway despite having several requests that I haven’t gotten to. Just been on a Frank kick lately. Sorry, not sorry.
The cross-country road trip from California to New York only
took you a few days. It would have been faster except you kept stopping at rest
stops to use their wifi so you could fine a place in New York to live during
your trip. Granted you probably should have done that before you packed up your
car and left the west coast but you didn’t care. There was nothing left there
for you and that’s all that mattered.
Bruce’s lips were soft against Clark’s, a stark contrast to the hardness of the protective armour of the batsuit. Clark wrapped his arms gently around Bruce’s waist as he pulled him closer to him, oblivious to the silent click of a reporters camera in the distance.
The next day, Clark went to work under the impression that he would have a normal (mostly) uneventful day at work at the Daily Planet. The first sign that something was wrong was when people he passed on the street started to stop and stare as he walked by. The second was when a young girl stopped him just outside the Planet building.
“Are you Clark Kent?” She asked, staring up at him through her fringe.
“Uh…Yes?” Clark replied, perplexed as to why she asked.
“Awesome! Can you introduce me to him?”
Clark looked down at her, furrowing his brow in confusion. “What? Who? I’m so sorry but I’m already late and if I’m any later my boss is going to kill me” He turned around as he walked away to shout back another “Sorry!” before taking the elevator up to his floor.
The elevator pinged as it reached it’s destination and Clark stepped out, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his forefinger. As soon as Lois noticed him step out of the elevator she rushed towards him.
“Morning Lo-” He never finished his greeting as she cut him off almost immediately.
“Clark Joseph Kent! How could you not tell me?” Lois all but yelled, punctuating each word by hitting him on the bicep with the rolled up newspaper clutched in her left hand.
Keith’s arms are pumping at his side as he sprints up and down the length of the training room. He finds it important to run daily to maintain his stamina because he never knows when he’s going to be put in a position where he’s left to flee without Red’s assistance.
Plus, he likes running. It feels like a release, like he’s loosening tight limbs after a fitful night of sleep. Sleep has never come easy for him, and it seems to only be getting worse while in space. His circadian rhythm is gone, and he can’t find it not matter how hard he tries. Time just moves differently in space, but he’s okay. He’s learning to adapt with little sleep; it’s not like it’s a new concept to him.
When he goes to cut a sharp turn to start back down the length of the room, he stumbles and falls to his knee. Nothing new, he’s fallen before. Only, this time it’s different. He hears a faint cracking sound that’s followed by a sharp, piercing pain that shoots all across his knee.
Gasping, he rolls onto his side, clutching his throbbing knee with both hands as his vision wavers in and out of focus. His heart is thumping loudly in his ears, making the string of curses slipping from his tongue sound muffled and distant.
In a brief bout of panic, Coran’s words from a few days ago slip across his mind.
“Everyone try not to get hurt, okay? The pods are due for a heavy maintenance check due to faulty codes running back to our systems.”
Bilbo squinted and hissed when Ori gave
another little tap to the chisel he hovered in front of the hobbit’s
chest. Bilbo couldn’t believed it. Only a handful of months before he
wouldn’t have even thought about being shirtless amongst other
people. But there he was, sitting on the hay of Beorn’s house,
waiting for their ponies, shirtless in front of Ori and his inked
chisel, receiving the first tattoo of his life.
“Don’t worry master Boggins, you’ll
like it.” said Kili nodding to his brother. Of course the two
rascals were present and part of the whole incident, they were the
ones that convinced Bilbo to do that unbelievably inconsiderate
madness and the ones that, with Ori’s help, decided what to tattoo on
his skin. What would have everyone said once back at home with
longer hair, skinnier belly and a tattoo on his chest? Lobelia would
have probably chased him away with a broom.
(The rest of the story is under the “keep reading”. WARNINGS: angst…a lot.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Toys, Oral (both receiving), multiple orgasms, bondage, riding, 69, doggy over a desk, shower sex, Dylan in a suit multiple times.
Notes: OK, since the mobile app is a little shit, I am breaking this into two parts. PLEASE READ BOTH IN CONJUNCTION WITH EACH OTHER. It was written and intended as one giant read. Sorry for the hassle y’all. Lemme know your thoughts!
Summary: The reader is unable to spend Valentine’s day with Jungkook because she her boss needs her to close the cafe she works at. Jungkook, being an adorable boyfriend, decides to go over and make the most of their night.
You stuck your soggy mop-head in the yellow bucket and rolled your way towards the back of the cafe until you collided with a podium. Having very little control over the hole thing as it was, the loose wheel on the right side had become your nemesis of the night. Well that and your awful fate.
It was Valentines Day and instead of spending it with the man you loved, your boyfriend Jungkook, you were moping up dirty floors at the cafe you worked at.
It wasn’t really your fault as you had booked the day off but it wasn’t really your boss’ fault either as he had to be with his wife who was in labour. When he had told you he needed you to take the shift, you were fairly disappointed. You had planned to go on a picnic with Jungkook, who was equally disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to spend time with you.
You sighed looking out the clear glass doors and windows at the front of the store. It was 12am but cars we’re still passing by consistently. Probably couples returning home from lovely dates, you thought.
You sighed again heavily and moved your cart to the supply room in the back. You tried to focus on the sound of the radio in the other room. You hummed along to an Ed Sheeran song as you washed your hands and made your way to a pantry to get some ingredients. You had to sit the dough over-night.
When you came back into the front of the store you nearly dropped all of the ingredients in your hands. There standing outside was Jungkook in a very adorable Chef’s outfit, holding various pink signs and a picnic basket.
He smiled at you and you laughed; you couldn’t believe he was really there. You moved towards the glass and yelled, “Baby! I’m so happy to see you. But you know I can’t let you in after hours.”
Jungkook shook his head smirking. He put down the basket he was holding and turned around the first sign he was holding dramatically. You laughed when you read, “Need a Job, experienced in loving.”
He then whipped out another sign, this one reading; “Strengths: Stamina” He used the paddle to cover half his face and raised his eyebrows at you suggestively making you laugh hysterically. Then he pulled out another paddle, this one made you smile and reach for your keys to unlock the door.
As soon as there was no longer a barrier between the two of you, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He immediately responded by putting his arms around your waist and lifting you up a bit so that your feet were barely touching the ground. After what felt like a blissful forever, you pulled back and said, “You’re hired.”
Jungkook laughed. “I better be. How many employees bring picnic dinners?” He lifted up the basket waved it at you and you giggled, pulling him in behind you. After locking the door, you turned around to see Jungkook setting up the picnic he’d packed. He had a red blanket that he placed a box of pizza on, by the smell of it you knew it was your favorite, barbecue chicken. You hummed and moved to stand behind his knelt figure and placed a kiss on his temple. He placed a strawberry cheesecake on the blanket and two electric candles.
“This is amazing, Jungkook.” You whispered.
“Is it now?” He turned around and pulled you into his lap for a kiss. You kept kissing him as he laid you down on the blanket. It went on like that for awhile, his body resting on top of yours and your lips moving in sync together.
Jungkook pulled back just enough so that his nose brushed against your own. “You have something on your nose.” he said seriously. You blushed immediately, “I do?”
“You do now!” He swiped some cheesecake on your nose and pulled back. “Oh, you are so on!” You took a swipe of the cheesecake but Jungkook skillfully dogged it. Laughing, he grabed your had to make you add yet another swipe of cake on your face.
You looked over at him and pouted, “Wow.. on Valentine’s Day too?” You pursed your lips at him and his laughter got even more high pitched as he rolled on the blanket clutching his stomach. “You-you look so funny!” He said in between laughs.
You turned to face away from him and sighed dramatically. “I think this calls for a termination.”
Jungkook got up and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back into his lap. “It’ll never happen again.” He said, his voice even now.
You turned to face him over your shoulder, ‘Really?”
“No,” he said wiping cheesecake on your lips this time. “Jungkook!-” You were cut off by his lips back on yours again before you could scold him.
The rest of the night was spent eating, kissing laughing but hardly any working.
Hello.. This was really fun to write. I hope you enjoyed it! Happy Valentines Day!
ends of the earth || stuart twombly (princess squad july 2017)
word count: 2,372
author’s note: and i’m back again with some of my favorite noogler! this is a drabble for the ‘princess squad’ that i whipped up in a couple hours! i hope y’all enjoy this cute little oneshot! you can find the other drabbles with this same prompt right here!
“You’re always reading that one book. There’s so many other books in the world, why that one?”
We all the know that one girl that’s obsessed with reading and always has her nose in a book. She’s usually reserved and quiet, but when she does talk, she’s kind, fun, and beautiful, inside and out. Stuart knew that girl. He had a crush on that girl. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way she smiled at him when they walked past each other in the big building that was Google HQ. Maybe it was the way her eyes twinkled when she solved a problem with her team. No one else on their team noticed. Not Billy or Nick, not Neha; no one except Stuart Twombly.