You cursed yourself for letting those two words slip as you lie handcuffed to your bed, agonizing over the number of times Jackson brought you to the point of release only to deny you the satisfaction.
(y/n) is part of the supernatural cast and also good friends with Asa. But on the after show party of the movie awards they start to make out and when Jensen catches them he can’t stop teasing (y/n) about it.
Being part of the supernatural cast involved uncountable minutes of fooling around, laughing until you got a stomachache and - for me since I was the youngest cast member - enduring the endless teasing about being single among married co-actors.
Apart from that it also involved loads of interviews, conventions, invitations to movie awards and even more interviews.
Standing on the red carpet and having microphones right before my nose was now part of my daily life and I’ve never thought that I would get used to these large gatherings of people so quickly.
However, I loved going to movie awards, not only because of the interviews or the fans which I loved so much but also because of meeting other actors, either new ones or old friends.
The category of “old friends” consisted of Asa Butterfield, for example, who I’ve known since god knows when but I don’t see him a lot due to the fact that he lived on the side of the earth. So, I was always more than happy to meet him again after long periods of only texting and speaking to each other on the phone.
Today was one of these rare days where I got to see him at the movie awards. I have walked over the red carpet with my co-actors from supernatural and answered a lot of questions before going inside the huge building, my eyes constantly looking for Asa.
“Maybe you will finally get a date tonight. I mean the after show party is a great opportunity to find that special someone.”, I heard Jensen say but I just rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure… I doubt that this will ever happen.”, I murmured while I watched Jared and Genevieve sharing a brief kiss, hoping that someday I will find someone who loves me this much.
“I think she already found one.”, Misha appeared behind us giving me a cheeky smile. I looked up to him, my eyebrows narrowed before asking, “Where have you been the last months? Didn’t you-” “Hey, (y/n), look! It’s Asa, isn’t it?”, Jensen interrupted me loudly, making me push him away slightly and leaning in to see from his spot. “WHAT? Where is he?”, I asked instantly, my gaze wandering through the big hall.
“I’m just kidding.”, he laughed and Misha joined in. “Oh, I forgot how funny you were!”, I said sarcastically, shaking my head while Jensen and Misha were still laughing.
The next two hours involved actors getting their awards followed by their speeches and, of course, I was proud to say that we were be able to go up on the stage getting another award for our amazing tv show.
After that, we all went to the after show party and I was still looking for Asa, asking myself how it was possible to miss him all time. Jared and Jensen had already seen him from distance, so he was definitely here.
When I noticed that I got a message I looked down at my display which revealed a message from Asa: “I’ve been trying to talk to you the whole evening! Where are you? I can’t find you!” I smiled to myself while I answered him: “I’m in the back of the room where the couches are.”
Only few minutes passed before Asa was standing in front of me, a huge smile on his face. “Hey, guys. Do you mind me borrowing (y/n)?”, he laughed and I looked at my friends who only grinned at me. “It’s fine. But don’t do anything naughty.”, Misha said making everyone laugh but I just rolled my eyes again, a smile on my lips.
When I stood up the first thing I did was hugging Asa as tightly as I could, trying not to think about our last hug which lagged too far behind. I took in his scent and tried to memorize it while his arms hold me near him. “(y/n), I missed you so much…”, he sighed quietly, his lips touching my ears slightly making me blush and wanting to be in his arms forever.
“I missed you, too, Asa.”, I whispered before I loosened the hug, noticing everyone’s stares. “Let’s go, I’ll buy you a drink.”, he offered, leading me to the bar but I didn’t miss Jensen winking at us.
Asa and I sat down at the bar, talking, drinking, occasionally touching. I couldn’t help but think about how much I appreciated his company. I loved talking to him or simply listening to his voice since it always made me calm down.
“How long are you going to stay here?”, I wanted to know, hoping that this wouldn’t be our only encounter.
“Two weeks… or 17 days to be exact. Don’t worry (y/n), we’ll have enough time to spend together.”
“I love your shirt, by the way.”, I mentioned after a few seconds of silence, my hand brushing over the soft, gray fabric.
I watched his eyes roaming over my body while he stuttered some words. I gave him a smile as he looked into my eyes again. “I want to say something nice about your dress… but the only thing on my mind is taking it off of you.”, he mumbled, his fingers running through his hair nervously. I felt my face heating up while an awkward silences lingered between us.
“That wasn’t an appropriate thing to say.”, he chuckled, looking everywhere but at me and since I still didn’t know what to reply I just said the first thing that came into my mind, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable around me. “It’s okay.”
His head shot up, his incredible blue eyes looking right into mine.
There was silence again, a tension forming between us and the next thing I remembered was having his soft lips on mine.
I didn’t really know what was happening and I closed my eyes, going by instinct and letting it happen - a decision I would never regret even though I had thought that the main reason for this was the influence of alcohol.
My hands wandered up to his neck while our lips moved in perfect synchronisation. And when I felt his hands grabbing my waist to pull me closer and his tongue licking over my lips, I realised that kissing him was really addictive and I wouldn’t be able to stop.
But after a while he pulled back abruptly, looking at me frantically. “Oh my god… What am I doing? I’m so sorry. I’m ruining everything!”, he panicked, pushing himself away from me and taking his warmth with him. “I think I should go.”, he mumbled, avoiding eye contact and starting leave. “No, Asa! Wait!”, I said loudly, trying to grab his sleeve but he left too quickly, vanishing between the crowd.
But then, right before me, Jensen appeared with a huge smirk on his face. “Looks like you got yourself a boyfriend.”, he chuckled, “Tell me, (y/n), what did you feel while kissing Asa?”, he asked, holding his fist in front of my face as if he was holding a microphone.
“Is this important now?”, I wanted to know, clearly showing him my annoyance. “Of course it is! Asa is a possible future husband, now.”, he insisted but I rolled my eyes. Leaving me after kissing me isn’t exactly what a future husband would do.
“He’s not me fiance.”, I reminded him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “I know, I know. But he could be… in a few years.”, he suggested with a big grin on his lips. “Yeah, sure. Thank god he doesn’t live on the other side of the world.”, I mumbled sarcastically and started to leave. “Where are you going?”, Jensen wanted to know, before I answered, “To the hotel, I’m not in the mood for a party anymore.”
The whole evening the only thing on my mind was Asa kissing me and then leaving like a coward.
The next morning I woke up to a quick, loud knock on my door. I stood up, running my hands through my hair before opening the door. I saw Asa standing there with his hands in his pockets, a nervous smile on his lips.
“How did you know what my room number is?”, I wanted to know when I let him step inside. “Jensen told me.”, he replied quietly, awkwardly standing in the center of my room.
When I stepped in front of him, my arms crossed, I waited for him to say something.
“You’re angry, I get that. And I’m sorry.”, he started, his hands reaching out to touch my arms. His touch sent warmth through my whole body making me want to be closer to him.
“I thought… yesterday… you know, the kiss.”, he continued, stuttering, “I was a bit drunk but kissing you… it made me want to kiss you again. Forever. And only you.”
I stopped breathing while his hand wandered up to cup my face. “I think I fell in love with you… at some point… I don’t know… I like you so much and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same, but…”, he admitted and stopped, looking at me and waiting for any reaction.
But I didn’t know what to do. Neither did I know what to say. “I know that there is a whole ocean between us, being one big reason to shove this feelings away. But I can’t, I tried and I can’t. I want to be with you…”, he finished, scratching his neck and making me blush.
“Can you please say something? Anything, please!”, he mumbled nervously, licking over his dry lips.
I just stepped forward, my hands grabbing his coller and pulling him down to press my lips onto his. Letting out a deep sigh, he kissed me back slowly as his hands found their way to my hips. “I don’t mind crossing the ocean so often.”, I whispered against his lips, making him smile.
“I’m really glad Jensen called me yesterday.”, he said quietly with a grin on his face, earning a confused expression from me.
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The older Damian gets, the more like his mother he looks. His hair and his height (only a few millimetres off Jason - something he will never live down) are definitely Bruce’s, but puberty gives him Talia’s refined cheekbones, long eyelashes and her slim, agile build. He definitely steals Dick’s title as “Most handsome man in Gotham” and it’s a point of endless teasing by his brothers because he doesn’t like all the public attention he gets. But while he looks more like his mother, his attitude is all Bruce - and he even develops his Father’s proclivity toward taking in strays (in addition to the hobby farm of animals he already has).
Young Rhys has a crushhhhh ;) Feyre is so oblivious that it's her Endless teasing from Cass and Az Mor is READYYY (to be bffs with Feyre+annoy the hell outta Rhys) I can't even imagine Amren as a kid
Honestly, child Amren is terrifying. Can you imagine if when she was locked into a Fae body, it was a baby Fae body?
That she was a full grown firedrake/whatever it is she is, and then she was suddenly in a weak-ass baby body?
And someone wanted her to suckle at their breast for nourishment?
And her body was too weak for her to walk or run, no to mention that she was doe-eyed and unable to wipe herself?
And her new body’s brain was too underdeveloped to allow her to speak/form words?
And people kept her swaddled and cooed her and gave her a bedtime?
And then she’s like fuck this, so she gets strong and is the only baby in the nursery who is able to walk and talk, and who demands goat blood or else she’s eating all the other babies up in this bitch?
And finally she’s like four and just leaves. She’s powerful as fuck and people are scared of her. And maybe she’s starving one day and slaughters a bunch of children and that’s how she gets locked in the prison. And she’s like “I was starving and you pricks weren’t listening” but no one cares.
Summary: After your kiss with Stiles, you feel like he is avoiding you. That is, until he walks his way into class.
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings: Language. Teasing.
Word Count: 2,214
A/N: This is part two of a series called Warm Welcome. You can read the first part here. Said I would have this out by tonight, let me know if you’d like a part three!
It had been three days since your very eventful night at Lydia’s party and you were still dealing with the endless teasing and questions. However, the person you’d rather be hearing from somehow had disappeared from the face of the earth. You hadn’t seen Stiles at all, which was odd since him and Scott were usually inseparable. You wanted to talk to him, to possibly try and salvage something between you two, even if it was just friendship.
The bell rang and it caused you to grip onto your book a little tighter. It was time for your forensic class, the one class you had with Stiles. This was the make or break moment. He was either going to speak to you or act like you were nonexistent and you debated internally on which one you truly wanted. “Here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, holding your head up high as you turned the corner entering your classroom.
Hmm well let’s see… From the one hand, having someone go really wild with me like restrain me, worship my feet, tickle or whip me what ever, have his time with me in general. On the other hand I fantasise about torturing a guy so bad with my endless teases while he tries to get ahold of his vulnerable self 😈
For the drabbles can you do "Can you hold my hand?" with Spock or "I really love holding you' darling" with Bones?
The Med Bay was quiet, finally quiet, and it was times like these that you slipped off to one of the storage rooms to tidy up and gather items to restock the wards.
This time, however, was not quite like the others. This time you weren’t alone.
“You know what everyone’s going to think if we stay in here too long.” You hated to break the silence between the two of you, but though you loved stolen moments like these, the thought of the inevitable endless teasing from the other nurses was putting a bit of a damper on your mood.
“I don’t care what they think,” McCoy’s hands stroked down your back, soothing you. “and you shouldn’t, either.”
His deep whisper sent a shiver down your spine, and you nuzzled into him, letting your hands wander over his chest. “You keep that up and they can say anything they want.”
“Happy to oblige. I really love holding you, darlin’.”
I’ve never done anything so short and quick! It was pretty fun! I, or course, went with McCoy because I’m most comfortable writing him, but I would one day like to write more characters.
Thanks for the fun few minutes, anon, and I do hope you like it
joel’s only in the group bc his background as a druglord gives them insight into the business side of crime, he’s actually never fired a gun and doesn’t have a licence
when adam finds out about this, he immediately takes him out shooting bc no way is he having anyone in his crew not know how to defend himself the thought terrifies him
when james finds out about this, the endless teasing begins:
“should we really be taking heist plans from someone who doesn’t have his licence?” “james u dont have a licence” “im not trying to give us heist plans”
“whoa there bud, you sure you can handle that deadly weapon?” joel is holding a butter knife and he wants to lodge it in james’ throat
his lack of licence doesn’t stop joel from owning an entire garage of sports cars however, nor does his inability to even hold a gun correctly stop him from owning a large collection of golden guns that adorn his walls
adam actually buys joel his first gun thats actually intended for use that has the inscription “baby’s first gun” where the serial number should be
james’ instagram is filled with blurry photos taken from speeding vehicles with increasingly shitpost-y captions and uglier filters
james is obsessed with cars no offence
sean is a pretty good lockpick honestly its like his superpower
the crew started when bruce and adam met up while both trying to rob the same 24/7
lawrence has a panic disorder that is all
sean and ray smoke weed together a lot but it’s almost always sean’s weed because he’s too kind for us all and deserves everything (but also bc ray is a cheapstake)
platonic killems, best friends since second grade (yes they have an unnecessarily elaborate handshake)
adam has the highest kill count
sean learned to use knives completely of his own accord, he just decided to pick one up from his dad’s weapons locker as a kid and spent hours practising tricks in his room (leadin his mother to ask where the random scratches on all his furniture were coming from)
he also never used a training knife so his hands are all scarred up
this is getting too long and i didn’t include matt or bruce at all whoops sorry
Hello again! :D How would 'sexy time' in the shower with Jhope/Jimin/Jin be like? *wink wink* ❤❤❤
[Warning: Explicit Content]
J-Hope: He’d be very cutesy since this is Hobi we’re talking about. He’d kiss you everywhere, and I mean everywhere. He’d squeeze the life out of you as you two rinse under the water and give you a lot of his aegyo. I feel like if he did do something sexual, he’d just finger you, but I can imagine him being mostly playful with a side of sexy.
Jimin: He’s definitely the type for shower sex. He’d be an endless tease. He’d offer to wash your back and take that as an opportunity to touch you in all sorts of places. He’d get very close to you, practically breathing on your neck. He’d press your body close to his from behind and whisper dirty things in your ear. He’d get you to bend forward and fuck you from behind under the hot water.
Jin: He’d more of a romantic; I can imagine him being very sensual. He’d massage the soap into your body with his hands, painting his fingers over your body. He’d also use his hands to assist the water in rinsing you, another opportunity to touch you, and he’d kiss all over your neck and shoulders. He’d be willing to try something like anal especially in those sanitary conditions, but classic sex would work too. He’d do it slowly to let the sensation linger.
(//∇//) (Oh dear, the things that are running through my mind rn)