a-january-girl  asked:

Okay, I saw you wanted us to give you prompts to inspire some new RPF fic... Would you consider writing the BTS of the Mark Mann photoshoot for me? Preferably with a little bit of smut pleaaaaase :D haha, bisous 😘

When she enters the dark room, he’s here already. “Shit!” she thinks. However, her cab picked her up first at his apartment, he must have been slower than the Uber driver he ordered. That’s the second time she loses this little game this week. Next time, she takes the Uber, she notes for herself before heading towards the photographer.

“Hi, Gillian,” he greets her with a hug and a soft chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, Mark,” she answers back. “Hi, David.”

“What? No kisses for me?” David complains, playfully.

No. No kisses for him. She knows trying to hide their relationship by not drawing too much attention to them can actually have the opposite effect, but she never knows how to behave normally in those situations. If she kisses him on the cheek, she knows it would sound fake. She can’t kiss him on the lips. She’s not going to hug him like he’s her army buddy. She can’t shake his hand either. So she just smiles at him. With a simple smile, no one can guess she teared up the leather of his couch with her fingernails an hour later.

“If one day, someone has told me I would make David Duchovny jealous…” Mark says, chuckling and leading them towards the set.

It’s very minimalist, with very little light, a simple small stool resting on a crumpled black sheet.  

“Do you have a second one?” she asks, nodding at the stool.

“Nope.” Mark, answers without hesitation. “Only one. I thought it would be better. It’ll give you guys more complicity, intimacy.” he says, making the settings of his camera.

“Chemistry?” David deadpans.

“Chemistry! Exactly! Okay, sit down as you like.”

David obeys first, resting one cheek on the stool, leaving enough room for Gillian to sit next to him. They’re so close she can smell the remnant of their sexing behind the scent of soap after the quick shower he took a few minutes ago. She’d better focus on what they’re doing instead of thinking of what he just did to her, especially because Mark has already begun to take pictures. One says Photography reveals the truth. It must be true because she just notices his hand on the side of her right cheek and hers on his thigh. That’s what happens when they stop paying attention. He even grabs her wrist, now. She starts to wonder if he really was jealous earlier. He’s so territorial and protective at the same time, it’s hot and cute. One would call it professionalism, but only Gillian knows what it really is. Love. Plain and simple. He doesn’t hide, he doesn’t pretend and it’s stressing her. He looks so at ease while she’s fidgeting over his thigh.

“That’s really good, guys!” Mark interrupts her thoughts. “Gillian, can you come closer? Maybe try to whisper in his ear. I need a few sexy poses.”

She obeys, and focuses her attention on the red mark, here, just behind his ear. She made it. She’s so close she could just dart out her tongue and soothe it. He would love it. It would maybe be enough to make him hard. He squeezes her wrist harder like he heard her thoughts.

“I lost.” she whispers in his ear. He nods imperceptibly and grins, still staring at the camera. “Do you know what you’re gonna do to me?” she continues, slightly leaning against him and rubbing her shoulder against his torso. “Do you want to use the toys again, David?” she teases, making him silently grunt and shift on the stool. “How do you want to fuck me, David?” A droplet of sweat starts to form on his temple. “From behind?”

“Okay!” David screams, a little louder than necessary. “Do you have everything you need?”

She may have lost the race, but she won this little game easily. She didn’t respect the rules, though, and she knows it. She’ll happily let him have his revenge later. There’ll be another joint appointment sooner or later, another race, another Uber to pick and another chance for her to win. And this time, he’d better be ready to satisfy all her wishes and desires. She remembers when they started to play this game. He lost a bet a few years ago, and she won the right to tie him up at the bed and do whatever she wanted. Since then, they have taken every occasion to play, and for her own pleasure, she’s in a loose spiral lately. He accused her to lose on purpose, but she didn’t tell her cab to slow down, after all. Or maybe she did, just a little. She may love to be in control in her everyday life, but sometimes, in the intimacy of a bedroom, or a bathroom, or a kitchen, it feels good to let him overpower her. To feel him pump hard inside her, to have his strong hands deep in the flesh of her cheek, to let him whisper insanities in her ear.

“Yeah, sure.” Mark says. “Can we just take one together? Do you mind?”

David looks like he would have preferred to run away, to get out and calm the emerging bump in his jeans, but she pushes him away playfully, making room for Mark on the stool. Tonight, after her dinner, she’ll be his, but now, she’s the boss and he knows it well when kneeling at her feet, watching her sit on Mark’s lap, powerless.

“Don’t be jealous, David,” Mark teases. “I’ll give her back to you in a few.”

He knows.

anonymous asked:

Can you make a MSR or Gillovny story with Secret Love song by Little mix

Why can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftop
I wish that it could be like that, why can’t we be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours.

She’s going to ask me about you. I can feel it. Our latest transgression is amassing more media coverage than the revival itself.

We seriously miscalculated, babe.

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anonymous asked:

•Set during the scene on the red carpet• He holds her close to his body, securing her, feeling her hand grabbing his jacket behind his back. He's used to the situation from the past. She's never felt completely comfortable on red carpets. But today, it must be really bad. He pulls her closer and pauses; is she shaking? Now he starts worrying and turns his head to face her. Strangers see a bright smile, but he knows her too long and too fondly to be fouled by that. "You okay?"

He whispers, lowering his head. “Yeah, fine.” She doesn’t look up to him. Bad sign. He knows. But she’s a grown woman and definitely strong enough to handle her own shit. But that doesn’t mean she has to, right? He tries to push the thought away. “Mister Duchovny, Sir? An interview maybe?” A young reporter smiles at him and he lets go of her. “Join me?” He asks. “I’ll get to you in a sec.” For a moment, he hesitates. Stops. Breathes in. Watches her. Sees through her smile right into her heart, like he used to. But she nods. He approaches the reporter “Hey, how are you doin’?” He smiles. The young guy seems incredibly happy about the chance of an interview with him. But all of a sudden he hears her voice cracking behind him. “Woaahh..” she goes and he immediately sticks out his arm towards her. He couldn’t just turn around and get to her, she would go nuts at him for making her seem vulnerable, which she is. So he sticks out his arm and hopes for her to realize and take it. After a few seconds he feels her approaching and grabbing his arm, snuggling into his side, grateful for him to stabilize her. During the interview he recognizes her shaking, shivering, so he rushes to get through it.

As they leave the carpet he pulls her aside. “What is it?” He asks holding onto both of her shoulders. “It’s nothing, I’m.. I’m just fine.” He shakes his head, knowing she’s lying to him. “Don’t do that. Tell me.” And with that, she breaks. Lowering her head. Beginning to silently cry. “Come on.” He pulls her closer, checking the room if anyone’s watching, but they’re alone. She presses her body against his, grabbing his upper body, holding onto him tightly. “Rough times, huh?” “Yeah..” he feels her breathing pace slowing down. Nothing too serious, just the daily worries everyone has. “Thank you, David.” She stays in his hug. “Always.” “You know, I miss you.” She whispers. He coughs “I miss you too. Badly. Every day.” He kisses her forehead, pulling her closer, not wanting to let her go ever again. “I’m still scared to want you.” She breathes. And he knows why. The love they’ve shared was darkness and light. Bitter but sweet. And definitely the most desirable thing they both know.

Hey, it’s me again. 😊 Hope everyone likes this fanfic. Sorry for all the messages, it was longer than the last one. Have a nice day. ☺️👋🏻


You did it again, anon! Thank you so much for filling my inbox with your stories! I love it, and I hope one day you’ll come off anon, so we can talk :) Please keep writing! 

Good Lord I Feel Like I’m Dyin’

Jensen/Misha. 1.7k. Explicit. (ao3

A series of events that totally happened between Jensen and Misha backstage during the Saturday Night Special at Salute to Supernatural Atlanta 2016.

Misha finds Jensen in the green room after his meet and greet. He’s lounging in a chair, sipping on a beer and laughing with Briana and Rob, clearly relaxed and Misha’s heart warms at just the sight of him. He smiles at Jensen from the doorway, letting the melodious sound of his laugh float over to him.  Jensen catches his eye and grins, rising to his feet and crossing to him.

“Hey,” Jensen says softly, pulling Misha into a hug and pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. “I’m glad you were able to make it tonight.”

“What, did you think I was just gonna go back to our hotel room after my meet and greet and pass up the chance to hear you sing?” Misha teases, slipping his arms around Jensen’s waist, stepping in closer.

Jensen shrugs, resting his beer bottle on a nearby table for the moment so he can grab Misha’s hips. “I know you’ve had a busy past few days, so I thought you might be too tired.”

Misha chuckles, pecking at Jensen’s mouth, “I’m never too tired for you, babe.”

Jensen blushes all the way up to his ears and rests his forehead on Misha’s.

 “Aw look, they’re being gross again,” Briana announces to the room with a giggle. Next to her, Kim and Ruth, “Aww” in unison, while Matt, Rob and Rich snicker. Jensen playfully flips them off over Misha’s shoulder. He ignores their continued teasing, and raises his head, pressing his mouth along Misha’s jaw, sliding down until he meets his mouth, sealing his lips against Misha’s.

They kiss lazily, not keeping track of time, completely wrapped up in one another until Rob clears his throat.

“Listen, I don’t want to interrupt you but the concert is going to start in like fifteen minutes, we should head backstage.”

Jensen pulls apart first, dazed and blinks at Rob, who is standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest and smirking. He’s alone, everyone else clearly having left the green room already.

“Right, we’ll be there in a few,” Jensen answers already leaning back in to kiss Misha again.

“If you’re not back there in ten minutes I’m sending Clif.”

Jensen pulls back further from Misha, horror in his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Rob chuckles, patting Jensen on the shoulder on his way out the door, “Don’t test me, Ackles.”

Jensen giggles, turning back to face Misha, “I guess we better continue this backstage, yeah?”

Misha smiles, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Jensen’s jaw, “Mmmm I guess so… ” Misha pauses, and then continues, voice dipping low, “Would you like it if I sucked you off right before you went onstage?”

A whine-like sound leaves Jensen throat, and he grips Misha’s hips tighter, barely holding himself back from tugging Misha out of the room by his belt loops, “Mish.”

Jensen surges forward, kissing the smirk off Misha’s face, pressing him back up against the nearest table. His hands itch to tug off Misha’s shirt, get to the warm skin underneath, but they don’t have the time. He ends up with one hand on Misha’s ass, the other a strong grip on his waist, grinding against Misha’s hips like he’s a horny teenager. He’s not ashamed. They rock against each other, the friction just shy of not enough, but it gets them panting into each other’s mouths. Jensen’s phone vibrates erratically where it’s pressed between them, causing them both to pull apart with a jump, and Jensen digs it out of his pocket.  

“They’re gonna start in two minutes, I guess we better go,” Jensen says, stuffing his phone back into his pocket, and removes his hands off Misha’s body. Misha huffs in frustration, biting his lip, “Yeah, I guess so.”

He smiles, eyes meeting Misha’s lust-filled blue ones, and gently slips his hand into Misha’s. Misha gives him one of his special soft smiles back, squeezing his hand, and together they head out towards the ballroom.

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fic: meet you in the middle

McDavid/Eichel, 3.4k, No Archive Warnings Apply


“Hi,” says Connor stiffly. He’s flushed from exertion and probably frustration, too. There’s a little line on his forehead from his helmet, and Jack wants to press his thumb to it. Wants to push him up against a wall and kiss him within an inch of his life, see if he can make Connor blush even prettier than he already is.

There’s time for that, though. They’ve got time.


This is my first time writing anything that’s more smut than it is plot (and it’s officially the most explicit thing I’ve ever written by quite a bit), and it was definitely a wild ride. I have…some plans for more in this verse…so stay tuned.

Read @ Ao3


read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/8369977

by Sincestiel

So they’re just pretending this isn’t happening. Great. Denial. Jensen can work with that. He can work with that a lot better than the reality. Because, the reality is that he and his best friend are humping each other silly on set. In front of the cameras. Nothing but a thin sheet blocking the truth that they aren’t really acting as well as they’re being given credit for today.

Words: 2576, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Tumblr Prompts

read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/8369977
Can't Forget the Children - LittleSass - Women's Soccer RPF [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Because only a few veterans returned for camp, they find themselves surrounded by the new generation trying to make their mark on the world. They do what they can to help integrate them into their ever-growing family.

anonymous asked:

Has someone checked on Jo. When the Leafs play Tampa on Tuesday how much jealous rage is gonna be fueling him as he faces the guy who is trying to steal his man???

PLS oh my god rip jo. watch him get a jealous rage fueled hatty tomorrow

Halloweird - greyskygirl, viedangerouse - Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF, Actor RPF, Captain America (Movies) RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan
Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan
Additional Tags: Chubby Kink, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Candy, Food Kink, Feeding Kink, Hand Feeding, Fluff
Summary: Chris and Sebastian and candy: their kind of weird.

I mean, like @superstringtheory and I *weren’t* going to participate in @iwritetheweirdstuff‘s delightful #trickortreatyourself2016 kink fic challenge?

Have some Evanstan. And some candy. 

Of all the weird reputations I have developed over years of social media presence, I think that “the person who will gossip about the love lives of the staff of 538 with you” is maybe my favorite.

That said, please consider this post my own personal RPF AU Fanfiction where KellyAnne Conway leaves her husband in a cougerish play for Harry Enten’s heart and they become this generation’s Mary Matalin and James Carville.

What Omegas need

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by bitchismitebe

A heavily pregnant Castiel is rejected by the father of his child, Dean Winchester. Misha can’t wait to see the fans reaction, if he can get his alpha to just shoot the scene and stop being so overprotective

Words: 786, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Ah, His Voice! It Speaks to Me Through the Radio.

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by writing_blockhead

A janitor from below, dreams big but could never progress, and a host from above, dazzling persona but humble inside.
I wonder what happens if someone’s love is broadcasted on the radio, shocking audiences and the men from above and below.
Join me, as I, recently-dubbed as Sam, narrate the tale of Jack, the janitor, and elusive host, Mark Fischbach in “Ah, His Voice! It Speaks to Me Through the Radio.”

Words: 6016, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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"They see me slowly falling in love with you."

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by thelatewriter

Dan questions why everyone keeps asking if him and Phil are dating. He goes for Phil to find the answer.

Words: 627, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ezq846

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by TheDeadAreWalking

Mark and Jack break up.

Jack isn’t handling it well…

Words: 381, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ezmNSH
Imagine sending a bath snap to the wrong person

You snapped the picture, adding the caption ‘Romantic bubble bath… now all I need is a man’ before sending it off to your friend Sophie. The two of you often joked about how much you needed a significant other in your life, so pictures like this weren’t out of the ordinary.

Sebastian’s phone lit up with a snapchat notification while he doing an interview for Captain America, and he glanced at it where it rested beside him.

Seeing it was just a snapchat from you, he looked back at the interviewer, knowing that it probably wasn’t important.

“You can answer it,” she said, and he shook his head.

“It’s only Y/N,” he assured her.

“Well then you have to answer it,” she insisted, “My next question was about your relationship with her.”

He laughed, picking up his phone and typing in his code, “There is no relationship.”

“Are you sure?” she prompted, teasingly, and Seb shook his head, laughing.

He finally opened the snap, seeing the picture of your legs in the bath, and choked on his own saliva.

“Shit,” he mumbled, tapping out a reply quickly before putting his phone down.

“Are… are you okay?” the interviewer asked, eyeing him quizzically.

“Yeah,” he nodded, unconvincingly, “All good.”

“Okay… so, about you and Y/N-”

You reached for your phone when you saw the screen light up with a notification, frowning when you saw it was Seb. You opened up snapchat and saw the messages, blushing deeply when you realised you’d sent the last picture to him instead. 

That bath big enough for the both of us?

Because this interview is over soon

I could be with you in twenty minutes

Imagine sending a bath snap to the wrong person

You snapped the picture, adding the caption ‘Romantic bubble bath… now all I need is a man’ before sending it off to your friend Jennifer. The two of you often joked about how much you needed a significant other in your life, so pictures like this weren’t out of the ordinary.

Jensen was still down in the convention hall of the hotel - he and Jared had one more panel before they were done for the weekend. Jensen saw his phone light up with a snapchat, smiling when he saw it was from you.

“Hey, no phones at our panel!” Jared scorned him, causing the crowd to laugh.

“It’s from Y/N,” he defended, grinning, “She’s sent me a snapchat.”

Jared looked over his shoulder as he unlocked his phone, opening the picture.

Jensen spluttered, hiding his phone instantly, but not until Jared had already seen it.

Jared pulled his mic away from his mouth, Jensen doing the same.

“Holy shit,” Jared whispered, “Was that a hint?”

Jensen shook his head, swiping to the chat section, “Only one way to find out.”

He looked back up at the crowd, wetting his lips with his tongue as he awaited your reply.

You reached for your phone when you saw the screen light up with a notification, frowning when you saw it was Jensen. You opened up snapchat and saw the messages, blushing deeply when you realised you’d sent the last picture to him instead.

Panel finishes in 20.’

‘If the water’s still warm, I’d be happy to join you.’