#he llooks so fucking good here

[princemick]

ALEX -- sunday, Saudi Arabian gp 2023

[eightdoctor]

please elaborate on the Paul films you think are good (I’m assuming Withnail is one of them lol)

hello thank you for the ask!! i always love getting them :3 but yeah upon looking at pauls filmography ive realized ive seen wayyy more of his tv stuff than his films (most of which are kinda just really bad but made good by the fact i get to look at him) and i think his tv stuff is usually way better than his movies so im just gonna go through all the movies ive seen. with him

i should note im literally mostly ranking these on how paul llooks in them. because i watched these during quarantine and its all a blur

withnail and i <- literally my favorite film of all time i can quote the whole thing. i watch it in my head when im bored. it changed me irrevocably. i love it and also paul is justsuch a wet sopping pathetic sexy beast in it

paper mask <- ok i did like this one. it's kind of insane and an entertaining watch and it's one of his movies that ive actually seen multiple times. paul plays the banjo and sings in it a bit and he's also really cute in his little outfits while committing medical malpractice and identity theft

the doctor who movie <- you already fucking know what i think of this one baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the biographer <- oohhhh he's wearing glasses...... and a cute sweater.........i found this one interesting enough. i think

hotel! <- blantant fucking airplane! ripoff but still kind of really funny in my opinion if you like that sort of humor. peter capaldi is also in here

the rainbow <- isn't good but you get to see his bare ass and watch him run naked in a field so that has to count for something i suppose. i also think it has his first ever sex scene in it so it's funny to watch

dealers: this one is about the stock market and i dont remember shit from it but i sure did watch it !!!!!!! but hes a little business boy in a little business suit and even wears a turtleneck

catherine the great: this one is only for the most skilled paul mcgann watchers as his brothers are in it and literally i can't tell them the fuck apart. and i dont remember anything in it except paul has a scar (hot)

lesbian vampire killers <- this fucking sucks. james corden is in it. it's supposed to be a comedy but none of it is funny except for the parts with paul :)

the monk: not good in the slightest but he has a tonsure which is hilarious. to me

downtime: it's fine i think. im putting it last because i cant even remember what he looked like in it

[agapesophy]

We need our political virtue back because American givers are native rage and international Charity becuase the minority is the screaming native, because foreign say whatever you fear the Navajo say Span or Mexico? Because I can be so rude and naive a clown because I cannot be ashamed of what a clown don't know, but I don't kiss and tell once a clown so taken advantage of. Squawk Barf Hand Bird Love with our hand shake of lotion wrong because Jay Bird don't enjoy being sexualized what you think wrong my hand shake because my love is better love than I could every know because I am confident clown to think so!

I had to be gay for daddy because I couldn't allow daddy suffer gay because it wrong a son to deny it but in refused a payment sayiny no I cannot take payment so no it so gay my loyalty I was gay for primate father and heavens fell better than hell because I wouldn't let a daddy be gay because I take the. Bullet asking to save daddy because this Diplomacy could never say no, but I stop because my heart and lungs a fire endless pleasure and then it stop because hell I told vulture at work the case, and you I never said never why? I don't ask for it so it don't happen as it wrong to take away an offer once given criminal fag, because loyalty is in fact the care I never had a civil complaint why Sue is a girls name.

Look the guy come up to you who rape primates like the joy of baboons he come for me in the senate and we see each other in clownsuits and he walk humping my leg gay and then I look at him wrong dog then he pay me for the rape of his company poof he no longer a dog and Ford is cooperation then other senators ashamed whatever they like it but we need to rape Nations for short term louns because we ain't going to make it without vice dictators and vice Presidents and vice Prime prime ministers became look he come in saying in clown suit who you we don't know anyone but our own because damn we don't take rewards for raping an oppressor never fuckiing oppressor because god damn we know what is going on here! Then he rape me too, fuck I was asking for it as look we trade the different currency because we ain't gay but what ever it pacify and so we both need to each virtue because I need to give his kind of virtue and he needs to give our virtue back because you don't want a foreign exchange oppressor because any tador is not your tador, but look they don't need to come over right after we.rape it became he come the vice clown and I say there aren't any gay people in this nation because I am loyal and then he hold my hand saying we love our rape without any inappropriate love just like last time, you know genius is any vice that doubts leadership could be wrong because we can do worng with the law because it respects. The rape of oppressors no longer oppressed because rape me my jay bird because she is a lady bird but she barf wrong on me and damn bird you look thin don't pluck a feather of mercy that did have Allah cry rape of the animal with out a dick the cry Isis because she ain't my God, my second lady she is my Goddess Isis who has got the worm of me!

llook if we don't let foreign companies pay us for rape then Diplomacy can't say no, because look the loyalty idea of no gay people here is wrong because why keep doing it as tolerance say it not funny because Tit and Tat is the justice I won't get accidently if I cannot enjoy surrender because the shortest straw can't give a damn to love oppression when the ladies knew I might be too good of an oppressor because fuck rape aped I know, because I don't understand but I trust what I do, I have three ladies worth a fuck but only one I wood but she wood know green eyed lady is the power of ancestors because trusting those who first loved me are the only ones who have power!

[bigskydreaming]

As much as I hate the Ric Grayson storyline, the general reactions to it are pretty on point for how people usually react to Dick....with the irony being that the whole POINT of this storyline is at the moment, he ISN’T Dick. He literally thinks of himself as a different person a lot of the time.

But notice how many of the negative reactions are towards Dick himself - when again, he kinda doesn’t really even exist right now, lmao - because Ric didn’t react to his amnesia the way they expected or wanted. With this being true of both characters in universe and fans outside of it. The number of times in the past year that I’ve seen a post or a fic about that storyline that basically condemns Ric because of how he’s hurting his family by staying away from them, insisting they stay away, that he doesn’t care that he’s hurting them, that he’s still Dick deep down, so how can he just not care about these people who try and tell them they’re his family and they love him, etc.

The ultimate takeaway in almost every variation is that basically, people are mad because Ric’s reactions don’t prioritize the Batfamily, or even factor them in at all. That he’s isolated himself by his own choice, rather than even try to get to know them, let them get to know this new him.

But the problem is....

RIC GRAYSON DOESN’T OWE THESE PEOPLE ANYTHING!

They’re complete strangers to him, when they introduce themselves. He doesn’t remember them. All those connections they supposedly have with him, that they feel so strongly about...he doesn’t feel those connections because as far as he’s consciously aware, he never made them.

Like....just because you go up to a random stranger on the street and tell them hey, you don’t remember me or have any idea who the hell I am or what kind of person I am at all, but we’re family even in spite of that all being true, and like, that matters, so please come home with me, everyone really wants to see you and your siblings have really been worried about you, it’d be a huge relief for them to actually see you with their own eyes....

THAT DOESN’T MAKE THAT STRANGER OBLIGATED TO DO ANY OF THOSE THINGS.

In fact, the more you press on the subject, the more they’re likely to push back against it? Even if its true, that’s like..a HUGE thing for people to wrap their minds around. Like, think of how upsetting it can be for a lot of people to find out later in life that they were actually adopted....even though they love their adopted parents and have like, good relationships all around and are HAPPY other than that revelation - because its just about like....when something you’ve believed to be true for so long that you take it for granted pretty much, just like turns out to not be true all along, that can really fuck with people before they get a handle on it....because if THAT isn’t true, turns out they couldn’t count on what they believed to be reality on that front....what else that they take for granted might not be true either? Where does it end?

So for you to like just wake up one day and find out that its years later than it should be as far as you know, you’re older than you remember being, you were  apparently a fucking SUPERHERO, like...what are you even supposed to do with THAT tidbit after its dropped in your lap, like are you supposed to nod and go yeah, that makes sense, sounds about right...and oh yeah, btw, your parents are dead and have been for years but you have this new family now instead, and they all have years and years of history with you that you can’t remember and might not ever, and also because of all that, they each have all these emotions regarding you based on stuff the guy with your face did when interacting with them before, the guy they still see when they look at you because again, you have the same goddamn face....but no matter how much they remind themselves YOU don’t remember the things they love you for and are holding a grudge against you for or made them feel special or was something you used to really like when they did for you.....

What are the chances, realistically speaking, that they’re ALWAYS going to remember to keep that awareness front and center every time they interact with you, that at times they’re not gonna be pissed at you because you do one tiny little thing that doesn’t even register with you as something that would upset them but oh yeah it actually reminds them of this HUGE FUCKING FIGHT you had with them about that very thing and so they’re kinda pissed at you for a couple days even if they’re trying not to show it, they can’t exactly be mad at you for something YOU DON’T EVEN REMEMBER DOING so how can it possibly be to you like its something YOU did, the way it is to them....and stuff like that is going to be happening CONSTANTLY, because nobody can be on top of everything 24/7 and on their A game constantly and not ever slipping up or into old habits the second they get comfortable...and even if they CAN, having to be careful of everything they say or do around you so they dont hold things against you that you dont remember or expect things of you that you have no idea you’re expected to do, and on and on...that’d be stressful as HELL and it would inevitably take a toll, and guess what happens then? 

Resentment starts to build, they start to get bitter that they to constantly be so careful, that they can’t just have their brother back or you can’t just ‘snap out of it,’ like hasnt it been long enough - it doesn’t matter that these things aren’t rational, because none of us are ever ALWAYS rational people, and sooner or later, there’s gonna be drama and YOU’RE going to be the one to take the brunt of it.

After all, llook how much drama there already is just because you had the nerve to tell a bunch of total strangers that hey, turns out I just got shot in the head and woke up missing a decade of world events and personal history and EVERYTHING ELSE, can you all just back the hell off until *I* even have a chance to figure out who the hell I even am right now, because until I know that, I cant even possibly be expected to be able to tell you who I am and thus how I’m different from that guy you all are not at all subtle about wishing was here in place of me, a person who also happens to feel pretty strongly about the fact that uh fuck you, I have a right to be here, living MY life, maybe I don’t want to constantly hang out with ppl knowing they’d all trade me in a second for some other guy who basically is just as much of a stranger to me. 

Like, the only way Ric was able to get them to slow down and keep things to what HE was comfortable with until he was ready to handle more....information, expectations, hope, pressure, PEOPLE....was when he finally got fed up and told them all to just stay away, because what was a pretty reasonable request in his eyes, that hey maybe we take this at my pace since Im the one here who has to play catch up with the entire world...like, he apparently couldn’t even get them to stick to that, given the few interactions we’ve seen with Babs, for instance, without them inevitably trying to steer their conversations back in directions that led to where they wanted Ric/Dick to ultimately end up...whereas Ric was literally just trying to figure out where he even WANTED to end up, what that even looked like to him.

LOL and people are mad about this, because he’s not doing what they think Dick Grayson SHOULD do, he’s not acting the way they WANT Dick Grayson to act, EXPECT him to act....

even though he keeps reminding people he’s not Dick Grayson and its not fair to expect him to be or get pissed at him for acting how he wants instead of how some total stranger he doesn’t remember being used to act.

Its kinda how I’m always saying, like the biggest issue underlying just about every problem Dick’s ever faced, usually without much of a support system ever actually kicking in....is people expecting more of him than anyone has a right to expect, and rarely if ever offering the same in return. And how this is always most evident when he’s hurt or suffering, because the people around him constantly make HIS traumas and tragedies and crises more about THEM instead, which makes it impossible for him to ACTUALLY get any support, or even look out for HIMSELF, so long as they’re demanding attention for the reactions they’re having to....his amnesia. His reset button, his dramatic, traumatic upheaval of everything he knew and trusted to be reality, that he took for granted and now can’t feel safe taking anything for granted.

Cuz I mean look at the reactions from the Batfamily. Look at the reactions from Batfandom. All of that is holding true in the Ric Grayson storyline, is happening in reaction to it....

And the guy in question doesn’t have a single memory of being Dick Grayson, doesn’t FEEL like the person they expect him to be and thus just wishes people would leave him alone so he can just BE, without all this pressure and responsibilities and obligations that it feels like these people are just barely holding back any time they’re around him and are really just ITCHING for him to hurry up and BE Dick Grayson again so they can heap all that pressure and responsibility and obligation on him again. Like normal. Like the way its supposed to be.

LOL Dick Grayson can’t get a moment’s peace from what everyone else thinks he owes them or what he should be doing....even by literally peacing out of existence for now.

[amoriane]

Ginny's tattoes were slightly different:"Cocksucker - has sucked seven cocks. Has sucked her brother off. Swallowing cum. Cuntlicker - has sucked two cunts" and: "Anal whore: has taken four cocks into her ass. Has been fucked into three holes at the same time." It llooked like Ginny's popularity was a bit lesser than that of Hermiione. But Harry and Ron shuddered from the other fact: inscrption "has sucked her brother off". They memorized that mysterious blowjob in restroom eight days ago and realized who has sucked. Ron managed to keep a dinner inside himself only by sheer power of will: he almost throw up at the thought that he has been sucked off by his littlle sister. His glance fell upon the stend hung on the wall. There were photos of the slaves in different places with various people - in Knockturn Alley, Hogwarts- Express, in classrooms and corridors of Hogwarts: in each photo they were fucked. Ron also saw the photo in which Hermione and Ginny were blowing him and Harry in restroom's stall. He cast a look at Harry, he was was looking at the same stand and with dumbfounded look he was proccessing the fact that he has been sucked off by Hermione.Ron saw how Harry's cock was protruding through his trousers and almost hit him with a soell - but he realized that his own cock is hard too.

}Meanwhile, their girlfriends were surrounded from all sides: Hermione obediently sat above Weisy, parted her labia with her fingers and sat on his cock with her quelched cunt. Next to her Ginny sat over Harper in the same fashion. Avery and Zabini were standing behind their backs; out of habit Hermione and Ginny were spreading their buttocks with their fingers: displaying their anuses. Harry began jerking his boner before even noticing. Realising what he was doing, Harry looked at his friend in fright, but Ron was stroking his own boner through his trousers. Ron was looking where his girlfriend and sister were jumping with their wet vaginas over slytherins boners and were moaning when two more penises were being pushed through ther sphinctres into their anals.

}Tears were appearing in Hermione's eyes when two cocks inside her began moving and rubbing against the thin barrier, stretching both holes. She blinked with her teary eyes: in front of them there was smooth shaven slit of Daphne Greengrass. Not waiting for an order, Hermione stretched her neck and began licking this slit off: the blonde sllytherin sighed contently and stroked Hermione's brown hair with thin fingers absentmmindely. On her right blackhaired Tracey Davis was stroking Ginny's hair while the redhead gryffindor was moving her tongue in the shaven vagina of slytherins to the whole depth.

}- "Do you like it, Tracey?" With note of envy asked Millie Bullstroad, teasing her own twat with her fingers. And to think you have been refusing to participate. "Thank you for inviting me" Tracey moaned out, clenching Ginny's head between her legs. "Yes, like this...Good, Ginny...Press here with tongue...No, higher! Harper, Zabini, can you go easier, you are confusing her!" It was indeed not easy for Ginny Weasley to caress a sensetive spot of Tracey and not just searching in the twat with her tongue: simultaneously she had to twitchinh up and down, fucking herself against Harper's cock. Besides Zabini was fucking her from behind and with each push Ginny was tucking with her face into Tracey's vagina pointlessly "Im not rushing, " Zabini said. "Tracey, look at Jack he is the one hammering like crazy." Jack Averu was holding Hermione by her hips and was raping her ass with harsh frictions, pushing his cock into sensetive ass of gryffindor as deep as he could. From time to time Hermione let out muffled screams right into Daphne's twat. "She does cunnilingus so fine," Daphne murmured,"Pans, you have taught her well..." "That wasnt me, that was Chang," Pansy replied.

}«Daphne...... at least she is not plucking hair out....and not pinching like those two...no!» - flickered in Hermione's head.

}«Cho?» - пHarry thought. - «She too?» The list of people he wanted to slowly torture with Crucio was growing. Unfortunatelly, Harry was powerless.

"Now...Faster, Granger!" Daphne said, pressing Hermione's face to her slit. "Ye, like this...suck here...not here but here! Weisy, Avery, you are really interfering! She is flipping back and forth too much."

 

"Im actually just laying here. This whore jumping on me so much that my cock will tear off soon!" Weisy replied. "She is simply suck me in with the cunt, she is dripping...Im cumming!"

 

"There is a flood between Weasley's legs too!" Harper added, feeling Ginny's vagina up. "Im barely holding back too!" He grasped Ginny's small back and began putting her on the cock as low as possible.

"The slaves are turned on whoever would fuck them," Mountegau said. "And they couldnt cum without permission. Isnt it, Draco?"

 

"Yes, it is truth," Malfoy nodded. "You guys, dont have stamina at all. Unload right into the slaved - they wont be knocked off anyway."

>}-Weisy grunted noisily. Hermione felt cock inside her throbbing and spitting warm sperm deep inside. Upon contact with sperm the itch in her genitalia increased even more - she jumped on the slytherin's boner faster to subdie the itch - but Weisy lifted her body up and sliped out from Hermione, pulling his limping cock out of the gryffindor. The itch grew like weed immediately, Hermione shoved two fingers into the sperm-filled twat and began jerking off, trying to fill itching void.

 

Discontent shriek of Ginny made Hermione look at her friend. Harper unloaded inside the redhead gryffindor too and climbed out from her. Ginny was jerking herself off(with two fingers too) and pushing her ass back to Blaise - whatever just to be fucked harder. From the opened, cum-filled vagina of Ginny muddy drops were falling upon the couch - sperm with the gryffindor's juices. Then Daphne pulled Hermione back to her shaven slit.

[221bshrlocked]

You’re Not Alone (2)

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 2304

Warnings: Fluff to smut. NSFW gifs.

A/N: As requested by all you Steve lovers. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE.

It’s been weeks since the mishap between you and Bucky took place. And Steve proved his love for you each day of those weeks. He never made you think that you weren’t right for him. He never made you doubt yourself for even a split second.

At first, you were afraid to be happy, afraid to enjoy the time you spent with him. But as time went by, you learned to trust him and trust your heart.

You returned to the team. You spoke with Bucky and Natasha. You made sure that none of that stuff would get in the way during missions.

But this could only get you so far.

Steve told you that Bucky and Natasha weren’t on good terms. They both realized their mistakes when they noticed just how important you were to the team. To them.

You told him that it was too late for that. The whole ‘fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me’ business. Of course you were going to communicate with them and talk with them. But unless it was absolutely necessary, the only conversation between you and the both of them would go as far as simple nods and hellos.

You forgave them. But you could never forget what they did.

And so it was time for another mission. This one wouldn’t be dangerous. You were invited to a party, your job to cover Natasha while she got intell. Bucky and Steve would survey the lobby and socialize as much as possible in order to avoid any unwanted attention.

“You look pretty tonight.” Steve came up from behind you, kissing your shoulder through the dress.

“Just tonight?” You raised an eyebrow at him, laughing at how he was blushing.

“You know what I mean darling.”

A moment filled with quietness passed before he spoke.

“You going to be alright tonight?”

“I’ll be fine Steve. This won’t be worse than last week’s mission.”

“I know it’s just...I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” He said, playing with the ends of your hair.

“What’s making me uncomfortable is how close you are right now.” You turned around, looking into his azure blue eyes.

“Oh ya...what’s making you uncomfortable?” He smirked, noticing how shy you got whenever he flirted back.

“Well, it might be your current state of dress.” You fixed his tie and jacket, pulling on them.

“Oohhhh are you turned on by my tie Y/N?”

“Not just your tie Cap.” You got on your tiptoes and whispered in his ears. “It’s what you could do with it.”

You heard him growl before taking your lips into a kiss that made you see stars.

“Not now Steve..we’re late.” You tried to pull away but he kept on pulling you back.

“Fine...but this isn’t the end of this doll. You hear me?” He smacked your ass while walking away, making you shake your head at him.

Walking to the parking lot, you saw that Bucky and Natasha were waiting for you.

Steve nodded at you to check if you were feeling alright. You smiled back before standing right next to him. “Alright let’s run this again. Romanoff, you’ll go in through the kitchen to his office in the second floor. Y/N will be close by in case anything goes wrong. Bucky and I will be in the lobby near the balcony. Once you have the drive, signal from the window upstairs and we’ll make our way out. Got it?” Everyone nodded and you got in the car with Steve.

Arriving at the party, you walked out and went your separate ways. After a couple of rounds, you hear Natasha telling you she’ll go upstairs in a few minutes. Seeing her go through the kitchen, you followed her after a bit and waited at the stairs of the second floor in case anyone was wandering around.

Everything was fine until you heard one of the guards walking through the hallway and stopping in front of the door when he saw that it wasn’t completely locked. Not knowing what else to do, you pretended to be tipsy and trip, catching his attention.

“Hey you’re not supposed to be up here.” He came instantly, yelling at you.

“Oh r-really handsome...sor-ry, just llooking for some fun-” You hiccuped every couple of words, resting on his shoulder and pretending you needed support.

“You need to go back to the lobby.”

“No fun...well-I need the l-ladies room.” You said, walking past him and going the opposite direction. He followed, continuing to yell at you. You almost had him out of sight when Natasha came out of the room.

You tried to have his attention on you but he suddenly turned around and was about to shoot her when you kicked his legs and got him on his knees, trying to choke him. But he was much stronger than you, throwing you over his head and making your head hit the ground.

Getting your taser out quickly, you aimed it at his neck and waited until he fell down before getting up. One look at Natasha and you knew she already knew she fucked up.

“Steve we had a problem. Get out before anyone notices.” You waited until she walked down the stairs before following her, walking to the car immediately after and waiting for Steve to get in the car.

Arriving at the compound, you had a debriefing which mostly involved Steve yelling and you telling him to calm down. Not wanting to be with them anymore, you grabbed his hand and walked back to the car.

The drive back to your apartment was quiet. He didn’t know what to say and you didn’t know how to start the conversation. Turning around the corner of your street, he parked the car and sat there, still refusing to look at you.

“Steve-” He didn’t give you a chance to say anything, unbuckling his seat belt and grabbing your face, his lips frantically seeking out your own. You gasped into the kiss, not bothering to fight for any control. Trying to recline his seat, Steve managed to just get it far enough right before you straddled his thighs.

“Baby girl..don’t scare me like that again.” He said between kissed, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, grinding you on him.

“It was taken care of-FUCCK!” Hiking up your dress, he started rubbing your clit through your panties, making you bite his shoulder to not scream.

“Let me hear ya doll.”

“S-steve I-” You were at a loss of words, not wanting to make a scene and end up on the headlines. Kissing him again, your hands moved to his pants, unzipping them and lowering them as much as possible. You started rubbing yourself on his erection, loving the feeling of his hard cock between your lips.

“Don’t tease.” He almost ordered you. You smiled at his lack of patience, palming him through his boxer briefs.

“You started it.” Freeing him from his clothes, you spat on your hand, stroking his cock a few times and making him growl from your actions. He grabbed a handful of your ass, making you squeal and smile at the bruises that were surely going to be present the next day.

“Please Y/N…” Moving your panties to the side, you lined him up with your entrance and lowered yourself on him.

“Ffffuck me-” You whispered in his ears. Steve chuckled at your reaction before telling you that’s what he was doing.

“Steve more...fuck me harder-” Not knowing what else to do, you placed your legs over the gearshift. Steve cursed at the new angle, relishing how deep he was thrusting up now. You kissed him again and moaned when he spread you to him.

“You look so beautiful right now Y/N...so fucking tight and wet uhhh god--all this for me?” Like a conditioned response, the more he spoke, the more your cunt clenched around him.

“Chri...Steve I’m-” He pulled out right away, making you cry out at the loss of sensation between your legs.

“What the-” He lowered your head down, hushing you. A group of kids were walking by the car, laughing at something. You felt his cock twitch between your thighs and giggled.

“Steve?”

“Shush. What?”

“Are you turned on from the fact that we almost got caught?” His cock twitched again, giving you the answer you were seeking.

“I’ll keep that in mind then.” He lowered your dress and literally threw you back to your seat, fixing himself before getting out of the car.

“Upstairs. Now.” He opened your door and pulled you out. Sprinting up the stairs, you told him that you couldn’t go three steps at a time. Annoyed by your comments, he threw you over his shoulder and ran up the stairs, making you laugh and groan at every step he took.

“You know you really need to work on your patience.” You said once he put you down to open the door.

“I am.” He whispered from behind you, making you shiver at how close he was.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” Before you opened the door, he stopped your hands, moving your hair to the side. You felt his breath against your neck.

“Well I didn’t fuck you in front of all those people in the party now did I?” A moan made its way through your lips, and you wondered when Steve started cursing this much. He pushed you through the doorway and slammed it right after you entered. Before you put any of your stuff down, he stripped you of your dress in one move, licking his lips when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Darling...you should really watch that mouth.” He checked you out, and you felt even more naked under his gaze.

“Make me.”

It was at that moment that you realized you should have really listened to him. Taking two steps, he held your thighs and carried you, slamming you against the nearest wall. His cock was still hard, his hips moving and creating the sweetest friction against your bundle of nerves.

He always did like to leave his mark on you, biting your neck and your shoulder and holding onto you like his life depended on it.

Walking to your bedroom, he laid back with you on top of him, his lips dominating yours and biting your lower ones every time you thought about fighting him for some control. You didn’t believe him when he told you he liked kissing you more than fucking you. The thought just didn’t make sense. But here you were, grinding yourself on him and wanting him to fuck you into the next world and he was just not having it. How could he have that much self-control?

Every time your hands trailed down his body, he would grab them and put them back on his hair. You moaned into the kiss, making him more aggressive by the second and wishing you’d make that noise again. And he did know how to make you do that. Ripping your panties and throwing them across the room, he spanked your ass before taking hold of it and grinding it harder on him.

“Steve please...I need you inside me..please I promise I’ll nghhh be a good girl-” You were begging at this point, not caring how you sounded.

“Promise?” His voice was hoarse, a smirk evident on his face. You nodded almost immediately and gasped when he threw you to the side. Getting up, he stripped slowly in front of you, smiling when you took your lower lip between your teeth and eyed him up and down.

“Like what you see darlin?” He asked, taking off his pants and boxer briefs.

“Yes captain.” You winked at him the moment his cock jumped at your reply.

“Oh baby you’re in trouble now.”

You were about to take off your heels when he held onto your wrist.

“Keep’em on.” You swore you saw his dilate when he saw the goosebumps on your skin. Pulling you up, he kissed you again before turning you around. His hands moved from your hardened buds to your clit, making your body react instantly and wishing he could just take you now.

Entering you once more, you let out a sigh before he started slamming into you, setting a relentless pace. He turned your head around, kissing you and restricting your airway just a little. He played your body like a violin, and you gladly surrendered to him.

He held onto your hips tightly, your back to his chest. The only sounds in the room were skin slapping on skin, and the expletives leaving your mouth. The more you cursed, the more it edged him on.

“Fuck Y/N I’m close…”

What you meant to say was “so am I.” What actually came out of your mouth was a humming sound along and your head nodding at him. His hands descended to where your bodies met, rubbing your clit and making you come instantly, your cunt contracting around his cock.

“Shit baby I’m c-coming-” His head fell to your neck, biting you as his hips thrusted erratically into you before he came, filling you up beautifully.

You were both still panting before he eased himself out of you and laid you on the bed, laughing at how spent you looked.

“That good huh?” He smiled when you gave him the warning look.

“Would you look at that?” You said as Steve laid next to you, his body still hot from your activities.

“What?” He looked at you.

“I finally made you curse.” You laughed when he shook his head at you, pulling you closer to him.

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EXR Week Day 2

or how to not follow the prompt at all

link to ao3 

The café Musain served many uses. A meeting place, a cafe, a bar. It had hosted business meetings, and the beginnings of a new novel. The open front room, with wide windows looking out on the bustling street was the perfect place to sit and enjoy a conversation with a good friend. The darker back room was perfect for planning, quotes from famous inventors, politicians, and writers covering the wall, a small R scrawled by the door stop.

One of its most utilized purposes was for first dates. The front room provided open views and a quick escape for a first meeting, and the darkened corners of the back room held the perfect room for two bodies, provided they sat close. 

Most of the Amis had used the Musain for a first date. The first time Joly and Bossuet met in person after years of online dating, was at the Musain. It was also where they met Musichetta, although that was not planned. Courfeyrac could look at any table in the building and tell a story about a date that had taken place there, successful or not. Bahorel claimed to have met his girlfriend in the back room, although no one could verify seeing as she had never returned.

It was an established fact that if two people were seen huddled over the small tables, heads bent close, that they were on a date.

Enjolras and Grantaire were the exceptions.

The first time they were seen huddled together in the back room, it was by Jehan. They walked into the back room, then walked back out, rushing up to the counter to where Eponine was standing, cup of coffee clutched in her hands and began to practically gush “How long had that been happening!?”

“Hmm?” Eponine had been working for the Musain for longer than the rest of the Amis had known about it, and while she loved Jehan, sometimes they could be a bit...much for a Tuesday morning shift. Still, she lifted her eyes to meet theirs, trying not to wince at the bowtie and neck scarf they were wearing. “How long has what been happening? The new cups?”

“What? No! You know…. Those two getting their shit together!” Jehan was practically vibrating with excitement- They had watched and written about Enjolras and Grantaire, forever separated by their own inability to be honest with each other.

They had seen Enjolras watch R clutch a bottle close after an argument, seen the longing and regret. They had seen R sketch until his hand was raw, drawn to Enjolras like it was the only thing keeping him tethered some days, drawing his attention in any way, even when it left him despondent.

“Who got their shit together?” Eponine had watched the different couples form and break within the Amis, and knew that it could refer to any of them, Courfeyrac and Combeferre, Bahorel and his girl, Joly Bossuet and Musichetta, or hell, some random couple Jehan had seen “tragic potential in”. She was much less invested in the patrons of the Musain than they had the tendency to be.

“Enjolras and R! They’re having a date! They look so cute, huddled together! How long have they been in the back room?” 

Almost as soon as the words had left their mouth, the curtain to the back room was flung open.Grantaire stormed out almost shouting, “If you insist on hating everything about me, at least be honest about it!” 

“R-wait- just-- I was just-” Enjolras was quick on his heels, spouting an explanation, but Grantaire was already gone, the door banging shut behind him. Not seeing Jehan or Eponine, he started after Grantaire for a long moment, before turning back to the back room. Moments later he appeared with his bag, leaving without sparing the rest of the cafe a glance, hands clenching and unclenching as he threw the door open and stormed out onto the street.

“Well, at least they figured out that they wouldn’t work well?” Eponine offered fidgeting with the tip jar. Not that it fooled Jehan- she wanted Enjolras and Grantaire to work out as much as the rest of the Amis. They had all watched them circle each other for much too long to hope for anything short of a fairytale ending.

“I just wish- I wish-” Jehan tried to articulate, but could find quite what they wished. That R was more confident, that Enjolras was kinder, that they could pull their heads out of their asses.

Later that night they sent Enjolras a text.

Hey I’m sorry you’re date didn’t work out.

What date?

You and R? Alone? At the Musain?

Was it supposed to be a secret?

Sorry

No, Je that wasn’t a date, it was a meeting

Well it looked like a date.

If you asked it to be a date R would say yes

Good Night Je

 Night Enjolras

 --

Courfeyrac was perhaps the most obvious. In his defense, it was about two AM when he caught them smoking together, alone, behind the dumpsters at the Musain. It was 2 AM and he had had a shots competition with Eponine at midnight. So he staggered up to the two, standing close to share a light, and leered “Is this a post-sex smoke?”

 Well.No one can say he was in full control of himself.

 And that was what it looked like! Everyone knew it. They would spend hours together at the Musain just talking, about politics, or art, or the sky or the fucking color purple. They were dating, they went on dates, but they couldn’t admit it.

 He just wants them to be happy. Enjolras was so anxious and irritable all the time- he had never really dealt with a crush before and Courfeyrac would be so much more sympathetic, he had done his fair amount of pinning, except there was no need. Grantaire was head over heels for Enjolras but refused to do anything about it and Enjolras still turned red at the mention of sex so he wasn’t going to do anything. Sometimes a relationship needs a little jumpstart and Courfeyrac wasn't afraid to be that jumpstart.

 Or the rum rushing around his body wasn’t.

 Enjolras jumped away from Grantaire, and Courfeyrac could see the flinch he caused clear across the alley. This might have not been a good idea because now Enjolras looked mad and confused, he was never one for moving any faster or slower that he wanted to, and Grantaire looked like he didn’t quite know what was going on, until Courfeyrac saw him figure it out and-

 “COURF Wh- what the hell?” Grantaire turned on him, voice filled with sadness. Or anger. It was hard to tell sometimes with Grantaire.

 “Courfeyrac what are you thinking, I would never-,” Enjolras began to splutter, “Not in a million years!” And oh lord, Enjolras was too embarrassed, or too drunk, or too tired to hear what he was saying because hardly had the words left his mouth before Grantaire was looking at him, eyes filling with hurt.

 “Okay then” R whispered, already walking back into the club, most likely on his way to the closest bottle of booze.

 Enjolras tipped his head back against the alley wall. “Thanks Courf. Thanks so much.” He pushed his way off the wall, looking very, very, tired. “I'm going home. See you in class.”

 Corfu

Thanks becase now i know he donst like me adn never will so i dnot have to try anymor

Hed never in a billion yeras

I lovr him so so much

Adn tonigh wasnt wat it llooked like

Becuase he woudl never touvh me

And i knw it now

I love tou

And i love him

 Courfeyrac was in half the mind to send it to Enjolras but he had clearly done enough. Hopefully he just hadn’t set them back to much.

 Have some water dude. I love you too.

--

 Joly, although sometimes tending towards the anxious, was pragmatic at his core. He was done with watching the two of them carefully pretend to not be interested. And sometimes a direct and gentle but not crude method was best.

 And sometimes you just need to yell to get your friends to pull their shit together.

 “IF YOU MEET SOMEONE YOU ARE INTERESTED IN AT THE MUSAIN- IT'S A DATE. WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?”

 “Joly what are you talking about?” Grantaire was blushing, but his tone was startling even. He and Enjolras were sitting next to each other in the window seat in the front room of the cafe, looking more cuddly than the actual couple at the table next to them.

 Enjolras looked less composed. “That's not true. You and Combeferre met here just this morning, and that wasn’t a date. Me and R are just friends.” Enjolras looking at him like he wanted to kill him. Probably because Joly was interrupting his one-on-one time with Grantaire.

 His regular, one-on-one meeting with someone who he was romantically interested in were they talked about common interests. And bought each other coffee. But they were so afraid to communicate it was ‘a meeting, not a date”.

 Sometimes Joly thinks the only way Enjolras was the leader was his hair. If anyone saw how hopeless he was with interpersonal communication they’d never let him speak at another rally ever again.

 “Yeah Joly, me and Enjolras just ran into each other, this wasn’t planned. We figured that if we went through the talking points for tonight's meeting then he might actually be able to think up counter points once I destroy he had planned.

 “Hm- that’s funny, I thought we were getting your obligatory shit talking aout of the way so we don’t waste our friends time tonight.”

“Really- because my shit talking doesn’t end. That's all I am. One day I’ll shit talk so much that I'll just disappear- my essence all used up.” They were grinning at each other, looking like they wouldn’t even notice if the rest of the world disappeared.

 It was sickening. And Joly studied sickening. They didn’t even deny that they were interested in each other.

 “-and when you think about it it could provide an interesting perspective on queer relationships. If it looks like a date, but it's between two people of the same gender, people will assume it's not romantic- but if a man and a woman are remotely close to each other people assume it's a date because it just ‘looks like a date’.”

 “Sure apollo, but you’re taking it too far, if someone saw two girls sitting holding hands, they’d assume it was a date- that's how street harassment happens. Literally yesterday you were arguing about how there needs to be more support for queer couples in public, you can’t turn around and say that they aren’t acknowledged in any way-”

 Joly snapped his fingers.

 “-I mean both happen, just because i’m focusing on one-”

 He waved his hands.

 “-You are not ‘focusing on one issue at a time’ yesterday you said it was oppression that all queer couples face each time they go out and not today you just said the same thing even though they directly contradict-”

 Un-fucking-believable.

 JEHAN

I’m so sick of it

Its making me sick

When i see them i start to get a migraine. And chills

Is stupidity contagious?

 They’ll figure it out.

They’re so close.

They hardly ever fight anymore. I think they need to figure it out on their own

 --

 R

 why are you texting me at 7 in the morning

i was texting you at 3 in the morning. you should know im be asleep

 I’m texting you at 7 in the morning so you will know not to text me at 3 in the morning anymore

Anyway.

If I were to ask you out, would you say yes

 what

are you serious

wait don't answer that

yes.

if you are serious

fuck you if you arent

fuck you if this is courf

why arent you answering

 Sorry

I had to put my phone down

I was doing a victory dance and didn’t want to drop it

 youre a dork holy shit

im going on a date with a dork

i assume we’ll go to the musain?

 And let all our friends see us?

 good point

i know a good creperie four stops away from any of our friends apartments

 Perfect.

[chrismdthings]

one-sided

pairing: chris dixon x reader warning(s): none note: just a lil something / 1,952 words

Chirs knew he was being unusually quiet for the entirety of the panel with Simon and Tobi. He answered questions here and there, mostly forced a chuckle when fans would ask for a follow on Twitter and such, and the occasional banter back and forth, but ultimately he didn’t feel like doing much talking.

That didn’t got un-noticed either; there were Tweets from fans whom were watching streams or there in person, all aiming towards him being particuarly quiet and to himself. 

What’s so different than normal that made Chris not want to speak up? He was perfectly fine on the first day of the event. 

They didn’t know, but he did. 

Chris purposely turned his head to the side to fake scratching the back of his neck, and he snuck a glance over to you as you stood on the side of the panel with Joe Weller. You two were laughing back and forth and he caught a glimpse of you shoving him in the arm before he pulled you into a hug, and then Chris narrowed his eyes slightly. 

The panel was almost over, with the call-time usually being an hour long, they had nearly four minutes to wrap it up. Simon was answering the majority of the questions from the fans alone, so as everything was coming together to end, Chris stayed to himself.

Chris adverted his eyes a second later when he saw you shove Joe off and then turn back to the panel. Your eyes met for a second, and Chris cursed in his head.

Dammit Chris, why can’t you learn to stare subtly? She’s a person, not a fucking painting you moron. 

The panel ended just minutes later as they neared the hour mark, and Simon, Tobi and himself were forced to say one last goodbye to the fans. Chris grabbed his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder and walked off the stage. He followed behind Tobi as they made their way back through the side of the crowd and to the common room where anyone could lounge before or after panels or events.

Throwing himself onto the sofa, Chris heard laughter behind him. He turned his head, pressing his cheek against the leather cushion and looked up to see Tobi mimicking him and falling down on the open area next to him. 

“Are you still pining after (y/n)?” 

Chris groaned. Tobi was the only one, to Chris’ knowledge, who was aware of his feelings for you. Chris didn’t even tell him, he actually guessed it and Chris was too bashful to deny it. And clearly Tobi saw Chris’ side glances during the panel, or even one to notice. 

Chris didn’t mean for this to happen. He hated the fact that he’d fallen almost immediately for you when you started out on Youtube and started growing closer to the Sidemen, and then him as well. Chris never acted on his feelings, feeling that it was almost innapropriate as the others considered you like a sister to them. And the last thing that Chris wanted to do was place you in an uncomfortable position and turn him down, also his biggest fear was rejection, so that kept him from it as well.

You were originally from and lived in England, so the distance kept Chris from acting upon his feelings as well. But every single time you two were around each other, from the Sidemen events and Wembley Cup, it ate Chris alive inside.

Before Chris could speak up, the door to the common room opened again and this time laughter was heard before he could see anyone. A second later you walked in, with Joe and Elliot, whom were just off a panel thirty mintues ago, hot on your heels. Joe was after you, clearly you two going back and forth. 

Chris watched you turn away from Joe and look at him, you shot him a smile, and a second later you were further into the room and away from him with the door swinging behind you. He watched you walk across the room and sit down next to Vik, and then you two started to engage in a conversation. You had a panel with him and Josh coming up soon. Joe and Elliot then preoccupied themselves with a game of foosball in the room, finally leaving you alone. 

“Chris, man, listen,” Tobi spoke up softly, so no one was able to overhear. “I know how it is dealing with those type of feelings. Llook, she is always going to be like a younger sister to us, so nothing is going to change. But she’s an adult, she can handle everything herself, and trust me, none of us are going to complain if you ask her out.” He explained. “We would have a problem if it was some random bloke we don’t like. But it’s you. All of us like you, we know you have good intentions.” 

Chris shook his head, huffing. “It’s not that, Tobi. It’s no use. She’s not even remotely interested in me.” 

Tobi, however, looked unconvinced. “You won’t know until you try. Sitting here, hoping and not acting on your feelings, it won’t help you or anyone else. If you try, at least you get a straight answer. Even if she does turn you down.” 

Chris winced at the mention of rejection. He hated facing rejection when it came from any source. Rejection kept him from many things in life. It was the reason he stopped dating for so long. 

“Shit, sorry,” Tobi stuttered out once he realized that was a sore subject for his friend. “But listen, Chris, you’re better off knowing than not.” 

Chris huffed again, adjusting to lay on his back and stare up at the ceiling. “I know,” was all he could muster up to say. 

His eyes wandered over the ceiling, counting the caked circles before he closed his eyes. He flew in that morning around seven and clearly he was more tired than he thought, because before Chris knew it, he was falling in and out of a nap.

Chris didn’t know how long he was out, it could range anywhere between ten minutes to an hour, but it was loud noises that brought him back to reality. Breaking off a dream before the climax, Chris batted his eyes a couple times before rubbing them, and then looking up when he regained clear vision.

“Yo, the panel with Vik, Josh, and (y/n) started a while ago.” Tobi said slapping Chris on the foot as it was propped up on the arm rest.

Chris shifted on the sofa and he realized his body had started to ache from staying in one position for his entire nap. “How long was I out?” He grumbled.

Tobi teetered his head back and forth. “About thirty minutes or so. The panel is gonna be about an hour long, so there is about thirty minutes left.” He explained and Chris nodded, pulling himself up from the sofa.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.” And Tobi left with that, disappearing through the metal door. Chris sat up and looked around, realizing that he was the only one in the common room. It was around twelve, so he assumed everyone else was out to lunch.

Sliding his legs off the arm of the chair, Chris placed his feet on the floor and stood up from the sofa. He stretched for a minute, then checking his hair in the small mirror on the wall, and deciding it was good enough.

Walking out of the common room, Chris took a look at the large crowd that had gathered for the panel. He smiled, knowing that a majority of the crowd was there for you as well, and carried on to the side of the stage behind a barrier with the others. 

Chris watched from the side of the stage with Tobi as you answered questions along with Josh and Vik, which a lot of banter was insured. He watched you laugh and smile, and at one point get up to hug Josh as he said something lovely about you, and turned into you pulling him to the ground, which drew many laughs throughout the room. 

Most of the conversations and questions ranged from FIFA to Minecraft for Vik, and then to football challenges and such. That was until one of the last questions was directed at you about relationships, which also drew some whistles from the crowd.

“So tell us, (y/n), are you single?” Chris’ head snapped from the fan over to you and watched as a blush hit your cheeks.

You shrugged and laughed. “Well, I think that is my business and only my business.”

Chris’ heart sunk into his stomach. There was something about your answer that confirmed all of Chris’ doubts; you weren’t interested in him because you were definitely seeing someone else. Someone taller and more attractive him, someone with a high-paying job and didn’t rely on Youtube money to make a living. An image of you hand-in-hand with some random guy flashed in Chris’ mind and he sighed.

Chris didn’t stick around for the end of the panel, instead opting out to make his way back to the common room through the crowd. He was going to grab his things and then head out for lunch on his own.

He heard the thunderous applauds and whistles, even come screams as the door slammed shut behind him. Walking across the room, Chris grabbed his jacket that laid over the back of the sofa and slid it onto his arms. His movements were so much more violent all because of his emotions.

He was so caught up in his erratic movements; sliding on his jacket, grabbing his phone and wallet, that he didn’t even hear the sound of the door opening and closing behind him. 

“Chris?”

He jumped at the sound of a close voice. It scared him to the point where the hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight. “Jesus Christ, what are you-” he turned around to see you standing behind him with a slight smile. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You apologized quickly. 

Chris shook his head. “No, no, you’re fine.” He said, now feeling a bit embarrassed on top of everything else. Shoving his wallet into his pocket, Chris looked back up at you, and realized that your nervous tendencies were now showing. He had known you for long enough to know that you shuffle your feet and chew on your lip when you weren’t completely sure of a situation; which was exactly what you were doing now.

“Listen, Chris,” you breathed out before looking up and meeting his eyes. “I was, uh, I was talking to Tobi and I just thought- well, I was just wondering..” you shook your head, mentally slapping your forehead over and over again. 

He smiled at your stuttering words and raised a brow. “What is it?”

You took a deep breath and calmed yourself before continuing. “I should have done this a long time ago, honestly, but I didn’t really know how.” You said. “So, Chris, would you want to go get lunch with me?”

Chris felt his heart speed up. Was he jumping to conclusions right now?

“Just us,” you clarified. “I want it to just the two of us.” 

Chris felt flustered and couldn’t believe his ears. Do you feel the same? Did Tobi put you up to this? Was everything that Chris wondered, but ultimately, Chris settled with the feeling in his heart (and gut.)

“You know what?” Chris smiled widely before holding out his arm for you. “I would love to.”