#all of my insanity kept in a little cork top bottle

[ladysdevotee]

The amount of things I've had to hold myself from reblogging is insane

It would be too much for you all to see 😞💔

[taronfanfic]

The After Party

A/N: This kind of links on from The Rebound, although not directly referenced. You can find parts 1 and 2 on the Masterlist

A sharp knock on his hotel room door drew Richard back up to his feet. He placed his golden globe down on the bedside table before padding across the thick carpet to see who was there.

“I fucking told you you’d win it!” Taron beamed in excitement as he immediately stepped in and threw his arms around Richard’s shoulders.

“Where the hell have you been all night?” Richard laughed as he stepped back and pulled Taron into his room without their bodies separating. “I thought you were coming to the after party?”

“Yeah, I was. I tried to find you but it turns out Netflix weren’t down with letting any old ugly mug into their party. Apparently you need to be an actor in a show of theirs, and preferably one who turns up with a bloody Golden Globe in hand!” Taron shook Richard’s shoulders, never breaking eye contact as he continued to let his pride and excitement flow freely. “Come on, where is it?” He bounced away from Richard and collected the award from the bedside table, looking over it in awe.

“I still can’t believe it.” Replied Richard as he ran his fingers through the back of his hair. The jacket from his Armani tux had been left on the back of a chair, his bow tie was undone and hanging loosely over his shoulders, perfectly framing the two open buttons of his crisp white shirt which revealed the top of his chest.

“This is insane, you deserve it so much man. So so much, honestly I’m so proud of you.” Taron gushed as he ran his thumb across the engraving and then placed the award back down.

“It’ll be you next year, Rocketman, don’t you worry.”

“Stop it, that’s never going to happen. This is your night anyway so forget about Rocketman and crack open the champagne for Bodyguard instead. You worked hard for this!” The bottle of Moet & Chandon had been chilling on ice since Richard arrived back to his room. He hadn’t wanted to open it alone but now Taron was there to celebrate with he had no reason not to. The cork was popped open and Taron ducked out the way of it as it flew across the room in his direction. The two men giggled together as Richard rushed to pour the bubbles into a glass before they soaked the carpet below.

“Have you even watched Bodyguard yet?” Richard asked as he handed the first glass over to Taron.

“No,” Taron blushed as Richard laughed loudly. “But I will, I promise you I will... Or maybe you could give me your Golden Globe winning performance now and save me a few hours? Just y’know, summarise the best bits or something?” Taron giggled.

“Ha, I bloody love you.” The smile never dropped from Richard’s face, even when he tried to drink the champagne from his glass.

“I love you too, man. I’m so pleased I was here to witness it all and celebrate with you. What are you even doing up here on your own though? You should be out on an all-nighter!”

“I know, I know. I was with my parents earlier and then they wanted to go to bed so I came back with them, made sure they were all okay and then I don’t know really. It’s all surreal and a lot to take in, I needed a moment of just, calm.”

“Then you got me showing up like an excited puppy at your door.”

“Yeah! Why are you back here too?” Richard reversed the question. “You should have women falling at your feet when you’re dressed like that!”

“Speak for yourself.” Taron tugged gently on the end of Richard’s bow tie as he swerved the question. “It’s been a good night, but I’m done with everyone else. I just wanted to see you.” He added softly.

“I’m glad you found me. Take this off and relax, we’ll have our own exclusive after party in here.” Richard’s slender fingers undid the button on Taron’s jacket before moving up his chest and lifting it away from his shoulders. He placed it down over the top of his own jacket as Taron loosened his bow tie and opened the top of his shirt to mirror Richard’s look.

“Ah god, that’s so much better.” Taron sighed as he kicked his shoes off and sat back at the top of Richard’s bed.

“What a night.” The mix of shock and happiness was still clear as day on Richard’s face. He brought the ice bucket and champagne over to the bed before relaxing again and joining Taron on top of the covers.

“Richard Madden, Golden Globe winner.”

“Stop it. This is all just a really weird dream; I’ll wake up tomorrow and…”

“Wonder why you’re sharing a bed with me?” Taron laughed.

“That’s the least surreal thing about all of this! You’re the one keeping me grounded right now.”

“The kid from Glasgow and the boy from Aber, both wondering how the fuck they ended up at The Beverly Hilton with a load of actual film stars.” They shared a knowing look of disbelief before their drunken giggles took hold once again.

“I don’t think this night can get any better. I wouldn’t change a single second of it and seeing it out with you by my side… can’t top that!”

“Well…” Taron announced with heavy suggestion. “There’s always one thing that’s guaranteed to improve any night.” He placed his now empty champagne glass to the side and pulled his bow tie slowly off his shoulders.

“You mean?” Richard raised his eyebrows, almost not believing his luck.

“If you want…” Taron smirked back. “Turn it into a little deal. Win one of the big awards, get sucked off in celebration.”

“What!” The pitch of Richard’s voice went up an octave as he looked away and then covered his face with his hands. “That’s totally going to end up being massively in your favour!”

“You’re more concerned about it being unfair on numbers than the fact it’s happening at all? Really? Also whose Golden Globe is that?”

“Mine.” Richard replied coyly.

“Exactly! So do we have a deal?”

“I think we have a deal.” He leant in and sealed the deal with a firm kiss. “Ready whenever you are, as soon as you said the words ‘sucked off’ I was gone.”

“Oh, Madden.”  Taron looked at him lovingly as he reached down and started to undo Richard’s trousers, pulling his white shirt up and out of the way at the same time. With his hips lifted up off the bed, Richard tugged his trousers and boxers down, freeing himself for Taron. Short kisses were shared between the pair as Taron wrapped his fingers around Richard’s shaft and started to tease him up further. He worked from the tip down to the base and slowly caressed his thumb and finger around Richard’s balls, receiving a heavy moan in response. One last deeper kiss was shared before Taron moved down the bed and positioned himself, continuing to work his hand from tip to base as he decided where to go next.

“I’ve not done this before, this is going to be fun.” He mused as he spread his hands across the top of Richard’s thighs and caressed them up to his hips at a tantalising pace.

“Oh god, you’re being a tease. I thought you’d get straight to the point.” Richard lifted his arms behind his head in frustration but was soon silenced as he felt Taron’s warm lips engulf his tip. His eyes focused on the events below in an instant, the sight of it happening turning him on just as much as the feel of Taron’s lips tightly pulling away from him again.

“Sometimes the teasing is the best bit.” The smirk from Taron said it all. He might not have done this before but he’d been on the receiving end enough times to know how it should be done. His tongue dragged up the under side and flicked over the slit, lubricating Richard’s cock and preparing him for the main event. He kept the teasing up, slipping his lips over the tip but going no deeper, not until Richard was desperate for it. Light touches to his thighs and hips, inching his fingertips in towards his balls and caressing them gently gave Taron the sight he was after. Precum started to pool from Richard’s tip and he was quick to lap it up, giggling to himself smugly as he looked up to catch Richard’s blue eyes watching him closely.

“Go on.” He encouraged with a heavy breath and beaming smile. Taron combined his mouth and hand together and inched down tightly, testing out how far he could go before his gag reflex kicked in. He heard Richard groaning and pushed himself lower, hitting his limit and releasing his grip quickly. The rhythm was kept up by his fist as he composed himself and went again, slipping down smoothly and tightening his lips on the way up. He started to taste Richard again quickened the pace slightly, bobbing down over his tip as his fingertips circled around his balls. It wasn’t long before Richard was tensing up and swearing, his hand drifted into Taron’s peripheral vision and took a tight grip of the covers just as he released to the back of his throat. It made Taron’s eyes widen with the sensation before he swallowed and pulled away.

“Wow.” He swallowed again. “That’s quite something…” Richard could only laugh gently as he shuffled around to pull his boxers and trousers back up.

“You sure you’ve not done that before?” He asked with heavy suspicion and side eye.

“Promise. You’ve taken my blowjob-giving virginity.” Taron’s face lit up cheekily as he reached across Richard for the champagne bottle and proceeded to top his glass up.

“Claiming all the best awards tonight.”

“Don’t you forget it!” He handed the champagne back to Richard who forwent the glass and took a long swig straight from the bottle. “Every time someone mentions your Golden Globe, I want you to be thinking about this moment too. In fact…” Taron stopped to laugh to himself. “I’m going to bring it up in as many interviews as I can. Everyone will think you’re still not over the win, but I know you’ll be giggling to yourself because you’ll be thinking of our little deal instead.”

“You have such an evil streak in you, Egerton! Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you.”

“That’ll never happen. There’s way too much love here.” Richard knocked the top of the bottle against the side of Taron’s glass as they shared a knowing look.

“Best night ever.”

[frejahertziswritingthistime]

The night sky

A/N: This fits right in with the current weather and life in Denmark! This is written for the amazing @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and her Seasons of love - Heat of Summer. I got the prompt of hot, summer night, and I had so much fun writing this! I hope you’ll like it, guys. Go check this amazing writer (and fellow Dane) out, because her work is AMAZING.

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Pairings: Sam x reader

Warnings: language (ish), all the flooff

 Word count: 1230 (ish)

Sam cracked his neck and exhaled harshly, his long bangs blowing up rom his sweaty forehead. It was one of the worst heatwaves you’d ever experienced, and even though the night was slowly ticking in, the heat hadn’t diminished. It was insane. Sam was sweaty like a pig on a roast, Dean was walking from the table to the freezer, and you were feeling your thighs get more and more sweaty. The chair would probably be stuck to you forever, considering the weird suction sweat seemed to have on furniture in warm weather.

“Screw this.” Dean huffed. “I’m not spending another minute in here. It’s hot as Satan’s ballsack. I’m hitting the showers.” He stood up, shedding his t-shirt and walked quickly from the library, humming a song as he went. You looked at Sam and smiled a little. He refused to cut his hair, so he had opted to put it up in a small bun, trying desperately to keep his neck cool. Stray pieces of hair kept falling in his face, and you could spot the glistening of sweat on his neck, even though he was barely wearing clothes. He was dressed in jean shorts and a tank-top, and he looked like a damn model – even sweaty. It was unfair. You felt like a puddle of melted Y/N, and he was just sweating sexily. You didn’t even think that was possible. It was unfair, mostly because you couldn’t say anything to him about it – the downside of being very much in love with your best friend.

Sam sighed and closed the book in front of him, glancing at the clock behind you. His lips curled up into a smile, and he looked at you. “Feel adventurous?” you cocked an eyebrow. “Uhm… Maybe…?” He grinned and stood up, reaching for your hand. “Come on.” You took his hand and went through the bunker, Sam calling out to Dean that you were borrowing the car.

 The night was dark, but the kind of darkness, that only exists in summertime – it was late, and the night was black with stars littering it, but there was a sense of sun, like it was waiting for its time. When looking to the horizon, a pale, blueish hue was bleeding into the dark night, the stars blinking and shining down on you. Sam was driving, your hands out of the window and Sam’s hair blowing gently in the wind, that ran through the car from the open windows. You were both silent, enjoying the night and the lazy silence, that surrounded you. He turned away on a small road nestled in between tall trees, and slowed down, smiling a little.

“This is my favorite place to go.” He said quietly, and glanced at you, his hands resting on the wheel. You grinned. “I’m glad you’re sharing it, Sam.” He smiled and turned, following the quiet road.

As the car stilled, he sighed happily. “Go get the basket, Y/N.” He said, stepping out of the car and grabbing the blanket on the back-seat. You stepped out too, walking to the trunk and grabbing the basket with wine, fruit and a few bottles of water, before rejoining Sam and walking into a salty smell.

“Welcome to my paradise.” He said, gesturing out in front of him.

It was a small beach. Salty air, and the sound of small waves crashing against the shoreline and seagulls crowing surrounded you. The water was almost as dark as the sky above you, and you briefly thought about the fact that the sky was endless, but the sea was more mysterious that anything else. It was beautiful. You turned to Sam, who was removing his shoes and walking down to the beach, gesturing for you to follow him. “Come on!” You grinned, removed your shoes and ran after him, your feet cooling off as they hit the sand.

He had unfolded the blanket on the cool sand, his long legs stretched out in front of him, when you came around to him. He was staring at the sea and absentmindedly patted the blanket in the spot next to him. You smiled and sat down, letting your bare feet run through the sand.

He pulled the wine out and unscrewed the cork, handing you the bottle and a plastic glass. You took it, pouring a glass for yourself and sighed contently. “This is beautiful, Sam.” He smiled and scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you flush to his side. You both sipped your wine, looking over the surprisingly calm sea, enjoying the silence and the lazy feeling of the night.

“Hey, Y/N?” You hummed as an answer, not removing your eyes from the still sea. For some reason, it made you feel calm – it felt like the ocean was beckoning you, the moon, strung high on the sky, lulling you to sleep. “You know, you’re my best friend, right?” You turned to look at Sam with a frown. “Of course, Sam.” He smiled. “And you know, I’d do anything for you?” You nodded with a confused smile. “Sam, what are you getting at?” He looked out on the ocean, closing his eyes.

“Sometimes, I feel like you’re like the ocean. You are so welcoming, soothing and all encompassing. You’re fierce and a force to be reckoned with. It’s kind of amazing to see the shift from the loving, gentle, mellow Y/N to the fierce warrior, that could kill you, swallow you whole.” He looked at you with a small smile full of love. “I can honestly and whole-heartedly say, that if you were the ocean, I’d happily drown within you.” He looked back at the ocean, his gaze longing. “It’s like… I know this is going to sound cheesy, but whatever. What we have… It’s like summer. It’s like the meeting between ocean and sky, you know? I’m the sky, longing to touch you, longing to be near you, and you’re just there, literally within reach, but I can’t reach you. You cool, calm and sending damn ripples through the world, while I’m just up here..” He gestured to the dark sky. “Looking down at you, seeing the impact you have made and still make on people. It’s awe-inspiring.” You smiled and nestled closer to his side.

“I don’t know what you mean, Sam, but thank you.” He sighed deeply. “I mean… I wish I could… Fuck, how do you even say this?” His voice was shaking, and it rang clearly through the night. You sat up and looked at him. He gazed into your eyes. “I love you. Like the sky loves the sea. You’re beautiful. You’re mysterious, deep and so, so much more than that. You’re home, you’re safety, you’re… Love.” He looked at you, refusing to break eye-contact. You smiled gently, moving your hand to his cheek, nuzzling the slight stubble.

“Did you know, you’ve got the night sky in your eyes?” You whispered. “Stars shining, the depth of the universe, all of it. It’s hiding behind your eyes.” You caught the slight smile, he sent you in the darkness, before closing the small distance between you, and kissed him deeply – your hands in his hair, his hands on your waist. He tasted like white wine and strawberries.

When you pulled back, he held on to you. “To the moon and back, Y/N.”

You simply smiled.

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