#oh god I found the motivation to keep grinding for dance even more now

[ramayantika]

I did not get the mentorship but yes she will if I am interested take me in for other works and stiff after my graduation which is a win win.

#samridhi speaks #I am totally not sobbing like never in my life I thought I would be able to talk to her #and I actually told her that and she was so humble #but she was impressed by my goals and desire to keep working towards them #oh god I found the motivation to keep grinding for dance even more now

[jungwonenthusiast]

hi! i read one of your heeseung smuts and i fell in love with your writing! so i was wondering if i could request a smut with sunghoon when he founds out that the reader is obsessed with his thighs, and that leads to thigh riding the reader leaving hickeys all over his thighs.

for some reason lately ive just been so obsessed with sunghoons thighs. i just have a feeling that theyre really pretty hehe, anyways, have a good day or night! keep weiting amazing things🥰✨😌

A/N: hi! Thank u so much for your kind words <3 sorry this is so late i just lost motivation for a bit lol

Warnings: fem! reader x soft dom! sunghoon, thigh riding, unprotected sex, fingering

Word count: 1.6k

You drop to your knees and kiss the insides of his thighs through his jeans as he sits at the edge of the couch, legs spread and ready for you to suck him off.

“What’s with you and this?” he asks and you look up.

“What do you mean?”

He leans down and picks your chin up. “I’ve never met a girl who paid so much attention to my thighs.”

You blush and shrug.

He smirks. “You know I notice the way you stare at them.” he caresses your face. “Whenever I’m dancing, or even when I’m just standing around.”

“Because they’re pretty.” you say sheepishly.

“Come here doll,” he leans down and pulls you into his lap. Like all the way from the floor. He always surprises you with how strong he is. “I wanna try something.”

He pets your hair and kisses your jaw. You loop your arms around his neck with a small smile. He grabs your hips and moves you so that you’re sitting right on his left thigh. Your heart begins to race. Is this really happening? You ask yourself. The thing you’ve been daydreaming about for forever.

His lips move up to meet yours. He knows you inside and out, every touch is with purpose.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he says before pushing his tongue against yours. He holds the small of your back and softly guides you against him.

You moan a bit into his mouth and he smiles.

He leans back onto the couch and pulls your chest against his.

You don't need his guidance anymore, your hips are rocking over him with ease and every time you grind, you just want more and more.

“Feel good?” he rubs your back and you nod into his neck.

“How long have you been wanting to do this?” he asks lowly.

“Months now,” you exhale.

He kisses the side of your head. “My dirty girl, fantasizing about me when she’s all alone in her room.” he squeezes your ass. “Playing with that pretty pussy under the covers.”

You whimper and nod.

“What does my sweet doll think about when she’s touching herself?” he teases and your breath hitches in hesitation. “Don’t be nervous,”

“I think about… you… your hands on me, your lips… your cock,” you say sheepishly. “And doing this.”

He chuckles softly and runs his hands over your sides.

You feel wetness pool in your underwear as you continue to grind over him.

He tugs your underwear to the side and watches your wet cunt move against his thigh. He glides his thumb over your slit then runs his thumb over his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he smirks and you whimper into his neck.

Your movements become slackened as you get closer to the edge and Sunghoon notices. He grips your hips to give you some assistance.

“Are you close doll?” he smiles and bites down on his lip.

You nod. “Yes, fuck please don’t stop.”

You bury your face into his neck but he holds your head to get you to face him.

“Look at me princess, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my thigh.” he smirks and caresses your cheek.

He watches as your eyes shut, brows furrow, and mouth parts open. He could cum just from watching you fall apart in front of him.

Sunghoon rubs your back as you slump against him, winded from your orgasm.

“Look at the mess you made,” he says and you look down at the wet patch on his jeans.

Your cheeks heat up and you cuddle into him, too embarrassed to say anything.

You pull away and drop to the floor again. “I wanna try something.”

You unbutton his jeans and tug them down exposing the pale skin on his thighs. You lean forward and plant a kiss on him. A corner of his lips perks up as your mouth opens to softly slide your tongue against his skin.

He reaches down to pet your hair. “My pretty doll,”

You nod and look at him innocently before gently sucking a small blush on his inner thigh. You can see his hard on straining against his boxers as you continue to leave hickies on his thighs. You also notice how his breathing is getting heavy and how his cheeks are getting pink.

He pulls you into his arms and picks you up. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

He lays you gently on the mattress. You expect him to settle his hips between yours but instead he lays down on his stomach with his head between your legs.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“I just wanted to taste you sweetheart,” he kisses your thigh. “Is that alright?”

You nod excitedly and he smiles.

He pulls your underwear to the side before giving you one gentle lick up your slit. Your thighs shut right away, still jittery from your last orgasm but he pushes them open and holds them down with his lean arms.

You squirm under him and he bites your thigh. “Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.”

You nod and take a deep breath before he delves into your wet cunt. You feel him moan against you as he french kisses your clit. And soon enough, your legs are shaking and your back is arching off the bed.

You tug at his hair and you feel him smile a bit.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper. “Feels so fucking good.”

But then he pulls away and you’re so mad you could punch him.

“Sunghoon-ah!” you scold him and he chuckles, lips glossy with your juices.

“What? I can’t have a little fun with you?” he jokes and you roll your eyes.

“I will become cellibate for a whole month if you keep this shit up.” you huff and he comes up to kiss you.

“No no baby, I’m sorry,” he gives you puppy eyes, something only you ever get to see. “Forgive me.”

You can’t help but smile a bit. “Are you really sorry?”

“Mhm,” he nods, his dark hair brushing against his eyelids.

“Fuck me then,” you tease and he smirks.

He tugs his t-shirt over his head and the golden light of his desk lamp is shining against his back, making it look like he’s glowing right in front of you. Like real life Apollo, even though he’s more of the Athena type.

“Whatcha staring at?” he asks quietly. “Am I that hot?”

You scoff and pull him down for a kiss. He softly rubs your thigh before asking: “Ready?”

You nod and pull at his waist, wanting him closer to you. He caresses your cheek before slowly sliding into you.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck to hide your moans but he pulls your face towards his.

He leans down and softly bites the skin on your throat. You whimper and run your fingers through his hair.

“Harder please,” you beg and he smirks. He holds your thighs and pushes your knees towards your chest before pounding into you. You squeal and grip onto the duvet, overwhelmed by how deep he is inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as his tip brushes against your g spot. You trail your fingers down to rub your clit and he smiles.

“Dirty girl,” he says and you look up at him.

His dark hair is hanging over you and the silver chain around his neck swings with every thrust. His stark features are cut clean and he looks evil and sexy as ever with that determined look on his face.

“Feels so good,” you choke out and he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“So pretty,” he says. “My sweet girl.”

“I- I can’t,” you say, starting to tear up. “It feels too good.”

He pets your hair. “Take it sweetheart, I know you can.”

“I can’t I can’t,” you whimper and he leans down to kiss you, slowing his pace to a delicious grind.

“Yes you can princess,” he says.

“Sunghoon-” you whine. “I’m close.”

He smirks. “Do you want me to go harder?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

“Please,” you say and he holds onto the headboard before snapping his hips into yours.

He holds tight onto your waist with his free hand as your back arches. Your eyes roll back as warm waves of pleasure wash over you.

“Good girl,” Sunghoon coos, “that’s it cum all over this cock.”

His thrusts slow don’t as he releases into you with a low grunt.

You giggle as he slumps on top of you, tired and a bit sweaty. After a few kisses he pulls out and watches his seed drip out of you.

He gets off the bed and picks you up bridal style. “Let’s go take a shower, and maybe we can have some fun there too.”

#sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #kpop smut

[mxchellesworld]

Pretty Ricky

Spencer Reid x Poc!Reader

Synopsis; Giving Spencer a lesson in r&b goes better than expected

Warnings; smut, oral (female receiving), face sitting

part two of You know biggie

I added links for all the songs as their titles pop up:)

a/n; a few of yall asked for a part 2 so here it is! idk why this sudden wave of motivation to write is hitting me but i am not complaining lmao as always hope you enjoy!

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It was 6pm when Spencer called you saying he was on the way. You had woken up slightly hung over from the party at Rossi’s the night before. When he offered to bring Chinese take out you had to hold in a moan at how good the greasy food sounded. 

You reached deep in your closet and pulled out the old cd’s you collected from your younger years. Along with pulling out your bluetooth speaker you were ready to blow his mind with the magic that was r&b. 

By the time the evening rolled around you were laying on the couch with old flannel pants you turned into shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Your curls sprawled around your head as you rested on one of your decorative pillows. 

The three knocks on the door made you perk up. “COMING,” you yelled as you pulled yourself up. Opening the door you were met with Spencer holding a large brown paper bag in one hand and a bottle of sparkling cider on the other. 

You took in the sight of him in something other than the suits he wears for work everyday. The t-shirt he had on was a salmon color and he wore jeans. Jeans! But of course on top he had on a cardigan. They were like a second skin to him. 

His speaking brought you out of your stupor, “Can I come in? This bag is getting heavy.” 

“Oh yeah of course,” you let out a giggle, “You think a bag of take out is heavy? That gun must weigh you down big time.”

“How many time have I saved your butt out there,” he questioned looking through your kitchen drawers for a bottle opener. 

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair bumping your hip with his as you opened the correct drawer then finally pulling out the opener, “You think about my butt often Spence?”

You could see the blush on his face as he took the bottle opener out of your hands. Opening your cabinets you reached up to pull out some plates and set them over on your table. 

“Alright Spence, we’ll guide you in easily,” you said walking over to your speaker, “now you know you’re my favorite white boy but let me put you on to Justin Timberlake.” 

“Favorite white boy,” he said with a look of confusion. 

“Yeah you know, unproblematic, definitely invited to the cookout, and most definitely romances all the ladies,” you shot him a wink from across the living room just as Summer Love came on.

“I’ve never been to a cookout,” he said with a small pout on his lips. 

“We’ll just have to fix that then,” you said serving yourself chow mein. 

As the music played on little eating was done on your part. Spencer watched you in awe as you gave small backgrounds on the artists. It was entrancing to see you in all your natural glory teaching him about something he wasn’t too well versed in. His absolute favorite was you using the fork as microphone to serenade him like you did in the car. However something about this time was a but more intimate. 

Poison came on and you lit up like a Christmas tree. Naturally you pulled Spencer into your living room to dance with you. 

“Cmon Spence show me your moves. How do you get down in the club,” you said adding a sway to your hips. 

“Y/n I don’t really dance,” he said watching as you grabbed his hands to try and get him into the rhythm. 

“Please Spencerrr, humor me,” you said with a pout that spread into a smile across your face. 

Suddenly the lyrics ‘never trust a big butt and a smile’ made so much more sense in his head. 

Never being one to disappoint he let his noodle like limbs move to what he thought was the beat. It was a little off but you were enjoying it nonetheless. 

“Yeah get it Pretty Ricky,” you cheered him on as laughs bubbled through each of your lips. 

You gasped, “That’s it! Do you know that there is a group with your nickname?”

“Oh there is?”

You hummed as Grind on Me flowed out of the speakers. With a sudden gain of confidence you backed Spencer up until the back of his legs hit the couch. He yelped as his bottom hit the couch and you straddled his lap. 

“Is this ok baby,” you asked leaning in so your lips were inches apart. He eagerly nodded. Leaning back his hands protectively wrapped around your waist to keep you from going too far. 

He was mesmerized as you grinded up against his growing bulge and continued to the sing provocative lyrics right against his lips. If he had died this was what his heaven was. 

The way the sunset flowing in through the windows did wonders for your naturally glowing skin. It illuminated your brown orbs on a whole other level.

He had enough of the teasing and put both hands on the sides of your face to pull you in for a heated kiss. You let out gasps at the roughness of his peppermint lips and the friction from under you. 

His hands slipped down around to cup your ass and gave it a squeeze. Ok white boy got moves, you thought. You let your lips drift down to his long neck leaving marks until you found the sweet spot under his ear. 

Both of you were too occupied to notice the song switch to Neighbors Know my Name. Fitting. 

Spencer mumbling something caught your attention, “Sit on my face.” 

You looked into his eyes searching for signs he was joking but the only thing visible were his lust blown pupils. You were taking too long for his liking so he tapped on your thigh for you to get up so he could lay back on the couch. 

You quickly scrambled to push off your bottoms and moved to get back on his lap, slowly moving up his chest in case he was ready to back out. 

However Spencer was more than ready to have you up above him like the goddess you were. His hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you up to his awaiting mouth.

You yelped as he quickly attached his lips to your clit, taking it in this mouth and sucking on it like his life depended on it. 

“Fuck Spencer,” you whined and let your hand fall to loose curls. 

He let out a groan into your heat as you tugged on his hair. He was eating you up like a man deprived of water his whole life. You bucked you lips in motion with his mouth trying to chase your quickly approaching orgasm. 

“Oh god I’m gonna cum,” you mewled

One of his hands moved up to rub little circles on your aching bud as his tongue thrusted into your dripping pussy. That was your undoing. You came with a scream of his name as you rode out your orgasm. 

You quickly scooted back to straddle his hips and you leaned forward and captured his lips with yours. The taste of your release on his tongue made you moan. 

You reached down and started palming the prominent tent in his jeans, “Let’s take care of this huh baby?”

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid x poc!reader #poc!reader #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #chellewrites

[winchester-with-wings]

I Saw You First

“An Angel & Her Assassin” sequel

Patron Benefit Fanfic for @softdudebro​!

Pairing:  College AU - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Author's Notes:  People have asked for sequels to this fic and I gave it a shot. I thought I'd dedicate this to Tomorrow since they like Bucky :) hopefully this is a good continuation and elicits some college feels cuz it definitely did for me! Hope ya'll like it!

Summary/Request:   The story of the first time you and Bucky saw each other but didn't actually meet. Then a flash forward to the present. smut.

**inspired by that one video of Seb working out** gif post

Word Count: 1700ish

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Bucky noticed you before he ever encountered you in the laundry room or the elevator of your dorm building. It figures that it would be at the gym, likely one of the regular places he frequented. Of course, you never knew this until after that fateful night at the Halloween party when you finally, truly connected.

When you asked him to tell you the story, he was playfully vague. But you know. You were there. You’d checked him out too.

Here’s how it really happened.

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The summer after your freshman year, you created another reading list to focus on. One of your methods to read these had been to take a book with you to the gym. You figured getting a little exercise at the same time would only help you develop better habits.

It worked, at first. The beginning of the new semester, you went to the gym for maybe two weeks? You enjoyed the ellipticals and recumbent bikes--the things that kept your legs busy but your hands and eyes free to read. It also distracted you from feeling self-conscious about the fact that you didn’t look like the other girls that came to the gym to socialize and work on their already-perfect bodies.

With the addition of classes, going to the gym became a harder habit to keep. You could just stay in your dorm room and read all you want, right? But by now, Rachel, your roommate needed a work-out buddy. Someone to motivate her to continue to go to the gym, as well. She claimed she wanted to get in shape for all the boys she’d scoped out at the floor meeting for the dorm during the first week of the semester.

“Let’s try the classes!” she suggested, pointing at the schedule on the wall. Step Aerobics, Yoga, Zumba, etc. They sounded alright, and maybe a change to your routine would be good.

So you started with the step aerobics class. You didn’t last long. You were breathing hard, face flushed and dripping with sweat. The blood was pounding in your ears, harder than the beats of music and every step on the hardwood floor and plastic steps.

You took a break, heading to the back of the class to get your water bottle. The back of the room was floor to ceiling windows and doors that faced the main area of the gym where all other equipment was. It took you only a second to realize why you disliked this set up. Everyone in the class, mostly other female students were in a fishbowl, on display for all the guys passing by or just blatantly standing at the windows. One guy winked at you and you scowled at him, effectively directing his eyes elsewhere.

What was so sexy about a sweaty step aerobics class? You thought to yourself as you turned to look at Rachel, killing it on the routine.

Oh, the butts, getting toned by the steps...Ugh!

You left after that, picking a leg press machine instead.

“Hey! Why you’d you leave?” Rachel asked after the class was over.

“Did you not see all the guys window shopping?”

“Uh, yeah, I got a number or two,” Rachel giggled, swinging her ponytail over her shoulder. You laughed as you got off the machine, offering it to your friend. She sat down and lowered the weight, significantly.

“I don’t come here to pick up guys.”

“You could if you wanted to,” she said, exhaling on the release. You just rolled your eyes. You told yourself it was because you didn’t have time for a man but really, how could you possibly expect to attract the interest of some jock? The guy that winked at you doesn’t count. He was disqualified the moment he decided to drool over a step aerobics class rather than work out. Your standards weren’t that low, seriously…

You and Rachel tried out a few more machines in the circuit, trying your own hands at strength training. But you realized quickly that you’d left the quieter space of the cardio equipment, too close to the weight lifting benches. Young men of all sizes were pushing themselves to the brink, breathing hard, grunting, exhaling, chanting, and egging each other on.

“Come on, Sam, you can do it! Just two more!” You knew that voice. Everyone on your floor knew Steve Rogers, quarterback, certified hunk and sweetheart. Or at least that’s what you had heard.

“He can’t do it.”

“Shut up, Buck!” a football player shouted as he pushed himself.

Too much testosterone. Intense. Stressful. Intimidating. That’s not what you wanted out of going to the gym. Quite the opposite really.

As you two left the gym, you made a mental note to avoid that area again.

-

The next class you attended was Zumba and not only did you keep up with it but you enjoyed it! The music was awesome and the choreography wasn’t too difficult. You could totally see yourself doing this again. But of course, boys… not men… boys…they ruin all the fun.

If step aerobics could catch the attention of onlookers, then zumba was like blood in the water for sharks.

Then again, you did feel sexy, swaying your hips, waving your hands, rolling your body. You decided to put the spectators out of your mind, losing yourself to a Shakira song.

When you left the class, having stayed for the entire thing and deciding to return tomorrow, you felt so good, so confident, that you didn’t care about who was looking. You were just in Nike leggings and a tie-dye shirt, hair up in a messy bun, nothing special, but you felt great.

“Hey, Rach!” someone called out for your friend, inviting her back over to the weight lifting area. The guy who called out for her looked familiar, someone that was likely found hanging out with Steve Rogers.

“Hey Sam,” she greeted him. You stayed by her side, holding onto that Zumba confidence with a steely grip.

You didn’t really listen to what happened between your friend and the football player. You saw Steve a few feet away with another friend. The man was on his back, legs bent and giant dumbbell weights in each hand. Your eyes went wide as you watched him push them up and hold them there. The way his arms were bulging in that gray t-shirt, he was straining himself and you were tempted to tell him to be careful.

“Give me one more!” Steve encouraged him. His friend winced as that last push was almost too much for him.

“Ah, fuck,” he hissed, exhaling and grinding his teeth. He pushed those dumbbells into the air once more and even a second time, then put them down with a loud thud as rubber met the concrete floor.

You didn’t have the best view of his face from his position on the ground and your standing position over 6 feet away, but that sound...like a growl, and his bared white teeth against that strong jaw covered in stubble…it’s a sound that stirred something deep in your belly.

He jumped to his feet and did a few quick squats in those black basketball shorts. You averted your eyes from his perfect ass just as he turned around.

You wouldn’t mind if he’d been watching you dance.

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“Ah, fuck.”

It’s the same sound that he made now as you sit on top of him, his hips thrusting up. His fingers were digging into your hips and would likely leave a bruise, but you didn’t mind. You were Bucky’s and he was yours. You’d staked your claim with that hickey on his chest just the other night.

“Mmph, fuck, damn it. I love it when you move like that,” he grunted. You rolled your hips, earning another moan from his lips before you leaned forward and pressed your chest to his, kissing him. He wrapped his arms around you and pinned you to him as he sat up and rolled over. The grunts and squeaks coming from the two of you as Bucky repositioned himself on top were ridiculous.

“Quit giggling,” he half-laughed. “M’gonna pull a muscle in this bed, I swear.” Your head hit the pillow with a ‘oof’ and another giggle. “Dammit, babe, you make it hard to fuck you when you sound that cute.”

“Then don’t fuck me…” Bucky’s hips froze, his cock buried deep inside you. His sharp features softened with outright confusion and a slight insecurity. You reached up to caress the side of his face, the stubble on his cheek itching your palm. “Make love to me.” Bucky released a heavy sigh, rolled his eyes and collapsed on top of you.

“Don’t mess with me like that, Doll,” he whispered into your hair, using your new favorite pet name. His slow thrusts picked up again while he kept his face next to yours. You held onto him for dear life as the tension inside you continued to build until your arched back signaled your release. Bucky kept pumping until the lasting effects of your orgasm sent him over the edge. Rather than stopping completely, he slowed down until the only movement was a twitch of pleasure every now and then. “Oh my god,” he whispered, peppering kisses on your shoulder. “I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Why?” you laughed.

“I’m sorry, darlin, are you turning down a free meal? Is it the company? Do you just use me for my body?” Bucky climbed off of you but you reached out for him; He stumbled as he fully ejected himself from the bed.

“Nonono, that’s not what I said!” you said, as you continued to laugh. “I’m just wondering...if that’s your way of paying me for my services,” you wiggled your eyebrows, a hint at your teasing. Bucky snapped a finger and pointed at you, putting on his own mock serious face.

“Hooker, I’m taking you to dinner because I want to.” Having cleaned himself up, Bucky tugged on his basketball shorts and a t-shirt he’d left in your dorm room the other day. The boy considered your floor his own personal closet. “We’ve stayed in, ordered food and watched movies and you’ve even helped me with my papers. You deserve to go out to an actual restaurant.”

“Okay, well, we should probably shower before we go out.”

“Oh, I agree but I can’t share that shower with you. It was too dangerous the first time. Never again.”

You picked up your towel and toiletries as Bucky sat in a bean bag chair on your floor. You tapped him on the nose.

“Never say never, Buck,” you said with a wink.

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[zerot0all]

Bad Guy | M

.CHANGMIN.

-Bad Guy Series-

.PART 4.

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Changmin. The man of many talents and many wonders. An international teacher of dance. Despised by many only because jealousy is a horrible disease, but does he ever let that bother him? Never.

And even if he is a year or two older than you ... he is your dance instructor and your hell on earth.

“Changmin, I cant do that.” You huff. Annoyed and stressed out. After practicing for days, you can’t seem to do the high kick he has incorporated into your choreo.

You have a dance competition coming up and this would be one of those great opportunities, the one to seal the deal on your future. But Changmin keeps giving you difficult dance moves that you can’t seem to do. It has put a lot of strain on your mind , body and soul. He’s been working you to the bone and all he has done is complain about how you’re not ready, or not good enough. And it’s about time you said something.

“Of course you can’t do it ... you’re weak.” He jokes into the air. Not caring how bad his words seem to sting. Since day one he’s been a nuisance. Never has he ever given you the respect you deserve and at times, you wished you never took his class to begin with.

“No, I’m not. There are a lot of qualified dancers in the world who can’t do the high kick , I’m not the only one.” You reply with a hint of sass. To which he cocks his head, a bit surprised with your attitude.

You walk around the empty dance studio , taking deep breaths and letting your muscles relax before trying again when you suddenly saw him behind you. The mirror which was set in front of you gave you a vision of the large studio, two long black couches in the back area, along with a water station and mini lockers for the other students. But what you weren’t expecting was Changmin ... so close to you.

“Do the routine again.” His words were sharp , meaning to cut through glass. But his eyes .. even from afar , you could see his reflection eating at your soul with pure vivid anger. His hands casually took rest in his sweat pockets as you walked away to press play.

Changmin .. hasn’t moved. But the music started.

So you did as you were told. You began to dance. A mix of hip hop and ballet. Something that was very popular and you loved dearly.

But as you danced , he watched.

Intensely.

His eyes grew hooded the more you looked at him as you continued to dance. Even though he was a man that everyone wanted , the way he was with you made you hate him.

He was a bad guy. A horrible man, and you couldn’t bring yourself to like him.

At all.

Then, why was your stomach up in knots ?

Why were you getting nervous the moment his eyes shifted from your face down to your body?

Why did your body suddenly heat up the moment you noticed the front of his sweats begin to tent up?

This was ridiculous, but even so.. your high kick was coming up and you weren’t in your right set of mind. Too many things began to swim around your thoughts.

Him.

HIM. .

Changmin was appearing in your head and you couldn’t shake him.

“Almost,” you heard him whisper as you spin , you close your eyes as you go for the high kick and then... it happens.

“W-What the hell?” You gasp as suddenly you begin to wobble on one leg , since Changmin has your other leg held up high by your ankle.

“Time to learn how to do the high kick,” he grins maliciously, making you fear the worst.

You want to question his motives , argue about his way of teaching but you couldn’t. Changmin started walking closer to you, with each step he took, you jumped back two. It was like that till your back hit the mirror. You were panting.

Not sure if from being tired or ... something else.

“It just takes a little sacrifice,” he says casually. His eyes going from the tip of your foot, slowly down till he found your hips.

“It takes blood , sweat and tears to make dreams come true and if you’re not capable of bending over backwards for a dream, then why exactly are you chasing it?” He says rather condescending, but the sly grin on his lips makes it seems otherwise.

You grunt, annoyed but suffering because with each word he spoke , he has lifted your leg up a little higher than before. Meanwhile, his body was still taking steps forward. Changmin basically has you cornered , stuck between him and the mirror.

“That is none of your fucking concern,” you’re able to spit back just as he does the final shove, letting your leg lean against him as he gets comfortable between your legs. You wince as the pain shoots all through your body, getting used to having your leg in that position was crazy but as the pain settled , so did you.

“That mouth of yours can get you into some real trouble y/n.” He says confidently just as his groin does a small grind on your core. Your eyes shoot up at him just as you felt it .. that damn thing that tented his sweats earlier.

“You sick bastard,” You hiss just as he does it again, only this time he puts a little more pressure, making your lower region come alive. Changmin then leans down, making you stretch some more causing you to suddenly release a subtle moan.

“Oh, and I’m the sick bastard?” Changmin jokes making you livid but as he does it again, you couldn’t help but sigh. Your hands landed on his chest, meaning to push him off but instead, you clung to him. Needing him to do it again. To rub you right there ... in that spot that makes you weak.

And he does. His large hands go to your hips, holding you close as he began to dry hump you. You were able to feel his length perfectly, the size, the girth , it was all there and it made you whimper. You wanted more. You wanted him , skin on skin.

“Aw, does my little student want me deep inside her?” He cooed, lightly laughing at your misery. But as the time passed, he began to dread the ending. Your moans , your gasps and the way you begged made him harder than ever.

“God, yes...” you whispered mid moan as he continued his torturous ways. The session was intense , only foreplay and yet, that’s all you and him wanted. Right?

The stain on your leggings was not only because of your essence but because Changmin had finished in his sweats. A baritone groan left his lips as you both came down from that high. Clothing was the only thing stopping you two and yet, you couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

“You really think I’m weak?” You say breathlessly as he slowly and carefully placed your leg down.

Changmin, taking a step back and analyzing the situation, he smiled.

“Until I’m balls deep in that precious pussy... you’re the weakest one in my class. Now, you’re excused.”

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[MS]

12 guys.

12 different storylines.

1 common theme.

THEY ARE ALL THE BAD GUYS. 😈

Hopefully you enjoyed Changmin’s story... Next, we will meet Lee Sangyeon.

PART 5 COMING SOON...

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[sevensymbols]

childish (m)

PAIRING: jeon jeongguk + reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 3k WARNINGS: dom!jeongguk, sub!reader, rough sex, orgasm denial - SUMMARY: jeongguk is tired of everyone treating him like the baby of the group. but when his love interest starts acting the same way, he finally snaps.

Every friday was the same. You and your friends would hang out at their house and order two pizzas. You would talk about your week, plans for the next one, sometimes you guys would play games together. It has become a routine at this point, each of you always arriving despite your busy schedule or the occasional sickness.

So it came as more than a surprise when you arrived just after 7pm and your friends were nowhere to be found. Besides, two large pizzas - one pepperoni and one with tuna - were set next to one of the couches, their divine smell filling your nostrils. Usually, you had to come as early as you could, because no one (except for Taehyung) would ever leave a few pieces for you. It was pretty much the early bird gets the worm. But not today.

Today, the pizza boxes were left unnoticed, and you almost wanted to call Hoseok to ask what the hell is going on, if you didn’t hear the stomping and quiet music coming from their gym.

Opening the door slowly, your friends stood there, playing one of their songs and dancing as if it was the last time they could do so.

“Guys?” you asked slowly, not trying to disturb them.

“___!” Jin exclaimed, stopping his movements to run up to you instead. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Seokjin, you’re the one who needs the most practicing, so bring your ass back here again,” Namjoon scolded the older man, waving you hello in the process.

“Ah, ___!” Jimin smiled at you before turning around to face the other guys. “Now I can’t concentrate when she’s around, I’ll be so nervous!”

“Shut up, Jimin,” you laughed, “I can always join you, can’t I?”

“Right,” Yoongi nodded, playfully squeezing Jimin’s shoulders. “By the way you are dancing all evening, I’d have to assume ___ has been watching us for hours now.”

The younger man slapped the rapper’s hand away, but still giggled.

“So... Is anyone going to tell me why are you here and not devouring the pizza upstairs?”

“Oh my God, glad you asked,” Namjoon spoke again, “we’ve been practicing this choreo for hours and hours, yet we can’t seem to... finish it up? Like we always think of something, but then someone,” he stops to glare at Jeongguk, “says it’s not it and that it needs a little more sensuality or whatever.”

“I only said that because it’s true!” the maknae tries to defend himself, “It’s not Spring day! It should have more tension and all that.”

Now it was your turn to giggle. 

“What?” Jeongguk’s head whips around to face you.

“Nothing, it’s just- it’s so funny that you said that, you know, you...” 

“And what about it?”

“Nothing, Kookie,” Hobi chimed in, poking his cheeks, “it’s just that you’re our little baby boy and suddenly you talk like that... you better wash your mouth out with soap!”

Everyone, except for Jeongguk, laughed. 

“Alright.”

“Well why don’t you guys show me what you’ve worked on, and then I can tell you what I think as an audience member,” you suggested. “I mean come on, I am a fan!”

“Okay then.”

- - -

“...and then we would go like this-” Namjoon said, lifting his right leg like a flamingo before turning around and returning his leg to the ground as he did so, “and that could be the beginning for the chorus.”

Hoseok and Seokjin burst into laughter as they imitated Namjoon’s dance move, purposely intertwining their fingers to look like ballerinas. The younger boy sighed, but a small chuckle followed right after.

“Yeah, I... I think I liked the second version better,” you admitted with a playful smile on your lips. “Most of you were in the spirit during that one.”

“Most of you? Does that mean someone has been messing it up?” Taehyung smirked at you.

“N-No... Well, not as far as the choreography goes...”

“Then what is on your mind?”

“I-I just-” you struggled to find correct words.

“Just say it, we’ve been friends for so long, we won’t get mad,” Hoseok reinforced you, giving you thumbs up.

“I just... Can’t take you seriously when Kookie’s just being all cute or whatever,” you blurted out quickly, “He is so adorable and I want nothing more than to wrap him in a blanket and carry him everywhere with me.”

Some members chuckled, but the strange expression on Jeongguk’s face made you tremble. “N-Not that I don’t take you seriously, Jeongguk. It’s just that I can only see you in a cute concept.”

“I mean... he is the baby of the group,” Yoongi said. “We see him as a younger brother that we need to protect, you know? I think he kinda grew up like that... you know, being cared for and stuff.”

“You guys really think of me like that?” the youngest member asked, the tone of his voice sweet but the expression on his face bitter. “You think I can’t take care of myself?”

“Not that you can’t take care of yourself, just that... um...” Hoseok trailed off.

“I see,” Jeongguk said. “So your concept would be 100% better if I wasn’t in the picture.”

“Nobody said that,” Namjoon shook his head.

“She did,” Jeongguk pointed his long finger at you.

You threw your hands up in defeat, “see, this is why I didn’t wanna tell you.” Cocking your head towards Jeongguk, you continued: “You just can’t deal with one fucking comment. It wasn’t even an opinion! I need a minute.”

And with that, you headed towards the door. You needed a place alone, any place would work. You chose the bathroom because it was the closest and you could lock yourself in it.

With trembling hands, you turned the faucet on and splashed some water on your face. You watched yourself in the mirror, your flushed cheeks covered in small droplets of water. You couldn’t believe you let a small argument like this ruin you. It wasn’t even over anything serious!

Your thoughts were interrupted by a short knock at the door.

“Occupied,” you automatically answered, drying your cheeks with your arms.

“It’s me.” Jeongguk’s voice sounded a little impatient on the other side of the door.

“Jeongguk, go away. I just need a minute.”

“___, open the door.” He sounded calm, yet there was something in his voice that prevented you from doing so.

“No.”

“Open the fucking door or I’m going to bust it open myself,” he huffed, stopping you in your tracks. You knew he, out of all the members, was the only one capable of doing so, and so you saw yourself unlocking the door slowly. Next thing you knew, the door was wide open and then closed and locked again as your back got pressed against it. Your eyes were met by dark brown ones, staring intently into your soul.

“Jeongguk, what the fuck are you doing?” you screamed at him, only for him to shush you up with his hand on your mouth.

“Shut up. I didn’t like your little act at the gym. The way you looked at me, the way you spoke to me...”

You tried to say his name, but his hand muffled your voice.

“Why did you think it was okay to embarrass me like that?”

You ripped his hand away from your mouth and he let you. “First of all, you literally asked for my opinion. Second, you’re acting like a jealous possessive boyfriend and I don’t like it.”

“But you do like it, don’t you? You like seeing me like this. You’re just too prideful to admit that the maknae makes you feel these things.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just a baby.”

“Aren’t I older than you though?” he cocked his eyebrow at you.

“T-That has nothing to do with this,” you stuttered.

“So you’re telling me you haven’t been dreaming about this body of mine? You’re telling me you never thought about me in a sexual way?” He chuckled as he held your chin so that your gaze was fixed on him. “Tell me, sweet ___, have you been touching yourself to the thought of a real man fucking your pussy? Have you thought about leaving these pathetic little boys for good, because their kisses are just not enough for a hungry little slut like you?”

You couldn’t believe how accurate he was. How easily he figured you out. He knew that you wanted more, no, you needed more, and you just wanted to leave all those immature young guys on the playground while you went to fetch a real adult.

Nevertheless, you still held your pride.

“How would you know what a real man does?”

And that was it; that was all it took for Jeongguk to slam his lips against yours in a frantic manner. You don’t really remember kissing him back, you just remember how needy the kiss was for the both of you. Jeongguk clearly needed to assert his dominance, pinning you against the wall, his strong hands tightly gripping yours. His hips bucked into yours and you gasped. The way he was skillfully grinding onto you was almost sinful, yet it felt so damn good.

He pulled away and smirked upon seeing you. Everything about you - your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, your heavy breathing - just confirmed the man’s words. You were already a mess. A hot mess.

“Didn’t think you’d get this riled up for an immature boy huh?” he mocked, studying your face.

“Or maybe I’m simply a good actress,” you retorted.

Both of you knew that was a lie; not even the best-trained actress could pull off those emotions. Yet, for some reason, Jeongguk was still quite unsatisfied with your answer.

“Just shut up, ___. I hate little liars like you.”

“Now doesn’t that sound childish?” The smile on your face was quickly wiped away as the boy lifted your whole body up, placing you on the sink before reattaching his lips to yours. This time it wasn’t as random as before - now, Jeongguk clearly had a motive. You could tell by the way his hand pressed against your clothed clit, making you whimper. He smiled into the kiss.

“If I am so childish and immature... how come you’re this wet for me, hm?” 

You were about to say something back but his fingers slid past the waistband and started rubbing small circles onto your clit. Instinctively, you moaned loudly, making him quickly cover your mouth with his free hand.

“I know babygirl, but you have to keep quiet okay? Show me what a good girl you are and I might continue.”

His warning tone sent shivers down your spine but the way he kissed your forehead afterwards made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Suddenly his fingers made their way past your lower lips and slipped into your heat with ease. You were glad that his hand was still pressed against your lips, because the moans and whimpers that left your mouth were anything but discreet. But how could you contain yourself when Jeongguk’s fingers mercilessly plunged in and out of you, not showing any signs of stopping.

But then, once Jeongguk felt your walls clench around his fingers, his movements completely stopped. “Don’t cum. I didn’t tell you to.”

“B-but, Jeong- please- I-”

You pleas were cut short when the man’s fingers plunged back in inside your pussy, continuing their quick pace. “I said no.”

“Jeonggukkie, please I’m gonna- I can’t”

Jeongguk smirked at your desperate state, holding you down by your hips and burning his eyes into every curve and crevice of your body. “Take it. Are you gonna come? You gonna be a bad girl?” he whispered huskily, knowing his words would send you over the edge. He knew you couldn’t resist him.

And with another loud moan you came, your legs trembling, face even redder than before. Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows, squeezing your throat with his free hand. “What a shame. I was going to let you suck my cock, but I guess you just really want to disobey, right?”

“N-no...” you whined, bucking your hips to meet his, hands reaching for his pants. He chuckled, further restraining you.

“No touching. You’ve been a brat all evening,” he commanded sternly, although the corners of his mouth slightly turned upwards. Before you knew it he was flipping you over, pressing his crotch against your ass. “I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for, baby.” he whispered in your ear, pressing his lips against your earlobe, his hard on teasing your entrance as you arched your back into him, trying to get him to push inside, with no success, because his hands gripped your hips and held them in place. “Hmm, I wonder if you’ll finally stop whining and listen to me so we can get this whole thing over with.” 

You whimpered and wiggled your butt, trying to get him to do something, anything, but he wouldn’t oblige, holding you in place while gently rubbing his member against your folds. “Tell me,___, will you listen to me if I give you what you want?” he teased, one of his hands pushing under your t-shirt, running up your stomach to your breasts. “Will you?” he pressed again, pushing his head against yours and turning your face to push it against the mirror. You whined and nodded, letting the mirror fog up as you heaved for air, your chest moving rapidly. “Do we need a condom?”

“I’m- I’m on the pill,” you whispered against the mirror.

“Good girl,” Jeongguk praised, slapping your ass lightly, “are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you exhaled.

“We’ll see about that once I’m done with you.” he finally took mercy upon your writhing form and pushed his cock inside of you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as you moaned into the glass of the mirror, arching your back to push your butt against him, a moan leaving your lips. 

“Fuck, look at you, baby. I’m barely inside and you’re already putty in my arms, I should have known you’ve been needy all this time,” he whispered and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside, making you yelp with the force of the movement and push against the mirror, his hands trapping you in place. He repeated the action one more time, a grunt leaving his lips and his eyes fluttering closed for the briefest moment behind you, your eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror as you took in the sight before and behind you. 

A loud moan left your lips and you struggled to keep your eyes open to take in the view as he started a punishing pace, pulling out almost all the way every single time, before slamming back in at full force, making your legs shake and your palms smudge with sweat against the mirror as you were trying to brace yourself.

“Take it, take my fucking cock like a good girl,” Jeongguk commanded.

“Oh my- Jeongguk, whatever you do, oh fuck, don’t stop, j-just please, ah, don’t stop,” you cried, desperately trying to hold on to anything you saw.

“I’m not going to baby, don’t worry,” he replied, biting your shoulder. “Fuck, are you close again?”

You were, and clearly, by the way you were clenching around his member, Jeongguk knew as well. “Y-yes.”

“Fuck,” he cursed again, snapping his hips into you, “me too, baby. Go on and cum.”

It seemed like the anger had washed away, his thrusts now being slower and sloppier. Still, his work made you feel like never before and soon enough you came, a loud moan and his name escaping your pink lips. Jeongguk followed, moaning out your name in a way that almost made you cum again. He pulled out, leaving you empty and gasping for air.

Once you gathered yourself, you washed your face again, putting your outfit on again, trying to make it look the same as previously. The last thing you wanted was to be made fun of for fucking your friend in the bathroom.

“Jeongguk?” you whisper, watching him pull up his pants. The man lifts his head up, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry that I called you childish,” you bow your head. “I didn’t realize what my words did to you.”

He sighs, walking closer to you. You’re not sure what to do, and it all feels a little too awkward just standing there. Jeongguk suddenly pulls you closer to him, your head making contact with his chest. His strong arms hold you firmly but tenderly, as if he wanted to make sure you won’t fly away. You wrap your arms around his torso, nuzzling your nose into his chest.

You stand there for a minute or two, before the older boy kisses the top of your head. “I think we should go. The boys might get suspicious.”

-

You walked into the main room together - you figured there was no point in lying since the boys probably knew quite well that you two were making up. Neither of you two were sure to what extent, though.

“Hey guys!” Hoseok smiled at you, “sorry there’s no pizza left. We tried to wait but we were also really hungry, so.”

You smiled back. There was no way Hobi knew what you two were doing back there. His smile was too genuine and innocent and his eyes sparkled like fireworks. “Oh, that’s o-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Jeongguk interrupted you. “No way you couldn’t save at least a little bit for me! You guys are so unfair!”

You looked at him, along with the other boys, but only your gaze snapped him back to reality.

“Ah- Well I guess it’s okay. But wait for me next time,” he mumbled, sitting down next to Jimin. You followed him, sitting down as well, and everything seemed to be fine again. You were talking and laughing with the boys, finally being able to relax. That was until you heard Jimin whisper to Jeongguk.

“Come on,” Jimin giggled, nudging the taller boy with his elbow. “How was she?”

“Jimin!” 

#jungkook #bts #bts oneshot #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #bts smut #smut #kpop smut #kpop #bangtan #jeon jeongguk #kpop oneshots

[daemongal]

Stress Relief

Smut, NSFW, V x Reader

Copied from my AO3 account for easier access. Enjoy!

“Hands against the wall.” You heard him growl.  

The familiar sound of the key being turned in the lock to the front door of Devil May Cry echoed through the room alongside his words. You’d been given access to the building by Morrison in Dante’s absence as a place of respite and to keep it in shape until, hopefully, he returned.  

Your world had been turned upside down in the last few weeks. Your boss and partner of a number of years,  and some of the only friends you had were gone, and hope still lay at the back of your mind that they would be back, somehow. Within this time, you’d become, shall we say, close to your client V.  

His cane tapped against the floor behind you, as you gladly obliged to his request. You knew the score by now, and you were in no fit state to disobey him today. It had been a tiring day, you’d covered a lot of ground and been involved in a number of fights. You were both exhausted and... frustrated.

You had been anticipating this for the best part of the evening. You knew from the looks he gave you from across the battlefield, those green eyes burning into the back of your head, and the sly touches you exchanged when you were in close proximity. You had fallen hard and fast for the poet, everything about him transfixing your attention. From the way he spoke, the way he recited poetry during battle, the way he elegantly moved around the battlefield like a dancer making every small movement count to conserve energy. There was an immediate chemistry between you both, and between the grief for your lost comrades and your newfound loneliness, you leapt into it wholeheartedly. He had never held back in his flirting and his confidence had always impressed you. You had found a comfort in his arms, and he in yours.

How he would display it would vary from time to time. From rushed midday sessions in an abandoned building you found, to sensual lovemaking into the early hours. Today however, you were there to relieve his frustrations, and oh how you would savour it  

You knew how he wanted you; both palms against the cold wall, knees slightly bent and ass sticking out for him to access with ease. You were still fully clothed, he hadn’t given you a chance to react after taking the first few steps into the building. Your breathing was already heavy, in anticipation of what was to come.  

The head of his cane hooked over the shoulder of your coat and tugged it slightly.

“Off.” He stated, his deep voice echoing though your body, straight down to your throbbing heat. You obliged, eyes remaining on the wall. You unbuckled  your coat and removed it from your shoulders, letting it drop to the ground round your feet. You pulled the under shirt over your head, dropping it to the side and leaving your top half exposed, aside from your bra. You hesitated when reaching round to the clasp.  

You heard a deep chuckle as V walked towards you leaning in towards your ear, breath tickling against your lobe.  

“You’re such a good girl (Y/N).” The praise made you shudder. “You may remove it for me. I don’t plan on keeping you waiting too long tonight, my love.” You knew that meant nothing coming from his mouth. He would take as long as he damn well wanted and there would be nothing you could do about it.  

You exhaled as he ran a slender finger across from one shoulder blade to the next, your body shaking under his slight touch. You could almost hear the smirk developing on his lips. He knew how sensitive you were to his touches, and he savoured  every moment of it.  

You tentatively reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, and let it drop to the floor. You were never a self conscious person. Your body was toned and scarred from your many battles and nudity was not unknown ground for you. But, feeling his eyes burn into your back from the gazes you knew he was giving you made you feel like a virgin again, your mind willing you to cover yourself up with your arms. Despite this, you put your hands back against the wall, knowing that doing anything but would get you punished.  

He ran that same finger from the base of your neck between your shoulder blades, down your spine to the small of your back, dragging his nail as he did so. Your back arched involuntarily at the touch and a hiss left your lips.  

How he turned you into such a mess from so little stimulation was still a mystery to you.  

As if reading your mind, V purred “If only you could see yourself as I do right now my love. A battle hardened devil hunter , like putty beneath my fingertips. You’re already needy and we have barely begun.”

Your breathing became heavier at his words, a shocked gasp leaving your lips and he pressed the head of his cane up between your legs, against your core. He held it there torturously for a few moments.

You weren’t begging yet you told yourself.

He pressed harder as you felt what could only be his tongue run up your spine, across the line made by his nail earlier.  

“Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.”  

Your face flushed, you shuddered as he spoke once again into your ear, his voice lust filled and deep.

“You know you need only tell me what it is you want. Your silence is deafening to me (Y/N).”

His cane, unmoving, stayed pressed against your most sensitive spot. It took every ounce of your motivation not to grind your hips against it, but you knew that’s what he wanted. You knew that acting out would only draw this out longer. Some days, you’d be bratty and try and get your way, but today you just wanted relief.  

He pressed his body closer to yours, enough that you could feel his excitement pressing against your rear. A hand snaked around your waist and cupped your breast. He kneaded it gently, too gently, as he breathed against your ear. Not enough friction. You needed more as you groaned against his all too light touches.  

He pinched your nipple in between his fingers suddenly, causing your knees to weaken. A moan left your lips, as his latched onto your neck, nipping and sucking against your sensitive spots.

“V...” you moaned, cursing yourself at your desperation. Heat was throbbing between your legs now, you could count your racing heartbeats from that point alone.  

“Please...” you begged in a breathy tone.  

His lips left your neck momentarily as he growled “Please what, my love? I’m going to need more than that.”

You groaned, imagining he expression he must have on his face. Somewhere between smug and flustered. You could feel his cock twitching against you, knowing fine well how much of an effect this was having on him too.

“Please...” your hesitation broke as he bit down on your shoulder. “Please either move the cane or touch me, I don’t care which! Just something!”

A moan left his throat, hearing the desperation in your voice. “That’s a good girl.” He started to move the cane forwards, then backwards again slowly, dragging it against your still clothed pussy. You moaned abruptly as it pressed against your clit, legs shaking, going weak at the knees.  

He kept this up for a torturous few more moments, pressing his hard erection against you  before hooking the head of the cane over the waistband of your trousers.

“Take them off.” Finally, you thought. You stumbled with the buckle of your belt, eyes glazed with lust and mind fuzzy with want. You eventually managed, and they dropped to the floor along with your panties. You didn’t care if that what he wanted anymore, you just needed contact.

Behind you heard the sound of trousers hitting the floor like an echo, as V mirrored your actions. His cane clattered to the floor, as his footsteps approached you once more. Eyes still to the wall you waiting impatiently for what was to follow, only hearing the sound of your breaths and heartbeat pounding in your ears.  

Suddenly, your mind went blank as you felt his hands on your hips as he pulled them towards him and delved his tongue between your folds. You moaned savagely as his fingers dug into your skin and tongue dances between your entrance and your clit. He stopped there for a moment, to draw circles with his tongue around your sensitive bud, to then drag it feverishly back to your entrance.  

“God V! You’re so good with your mouth, aah-"

He rammed his tongue into you soaking wet heat, massaging your inner walls. You were coming undone against his face. You braced yourself against the wall as you felt your legs giving in beneath you. The heat was building, pulsating from your core throughout your body. You just needed... something else.

Your hand moved from against the wall down your body.  

Just a touch, you thought as you moved your hand towards your needy clit.

You felt a hand grab your wrist before you made contact, and his face lift from your pussy. You groaned disappointingly, knowing you had pushed your luck and regretting moving instantly.  

“Tut tut.” You could hear his disapproving noises, as he stood up to lean over you, “and you were behaving oh so well for me. Such a shame.”  

He pulled your hand back up to meet the other on the wall and held them both together by your wrists with one hand.

*SMACK*

His other hand barrelled down towards your ass cheek and hit with force. You yelped in shock as he did it  again, twice more. Your eyes fell shut, already so worked up, your breathing so heavy you were going light headed. You could feel the stinging remnant of the hand that was there, your cheek blazing with heat.  

“I’m sorry. “ you managed to whimper between breaths. At this point you weren’t sure if you were apologising to him or yourself for ruining your chance at release.  

His grip on your wrists slackened for a split second, as he pushed your hip to twist you around and push you against the wall. You were now facing him, arms held above your head as he stared down at you through half lidded eyes. His lips were parted, still wet from the moisture between your legs, and his chest was rising and falling with the same intensity as yours. A jolt shot through your body at the sight.  

“V -"  

You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. His hand let your wrists go in favour of untangling itself into your hair. The kiss was fuelled by desperation, lips parting and tongues dancing in each others mouths. Your hands now free, went straight to his face, into his hair. You ran them down his back, leaving claw mark’s as you went, dragging your nails against his pale skin as if to mark him as yours. He moaned into your mouth as he tugged your hair roughly, eliciting the same response from you.

His lips parted from yours momentarily. “You will be the death of me (Y/N).” He groaned as his hand rushed to your pussy, sliding a finger inside. Your back arched against the wall at the sudden intrusion, pushing your pelvis into his hard cock. You both moaned in unison at the contact, as he quickly inserted a second finger. He pumped them in and out at a quick pace, thumb fumbling to find your clit.

“I want to see your face when you come for me. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to be all you think about in that moment.”

He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot, and you saw white. Your eyes rolled back in your head, panting like your life depended on it. V's free hand curled around your waist for added support as you flung your arms around his shoulders as your legs almost gave way beneath you. His pace quickened, hitting that spot with every thrust of his fingers, his thumb pressing against your clit.

“Ahh, oh God V. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, ahh-"

This was it, you were losing your mind, focussed only on the feeling of his fingers, his thumb slid from side to side over your clit.

“Now come for me (Y/N).”  

You saw white behind your eyelids. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your head pressed back against the wall. The waves of pleasure came over you one after another, after another as you reached your climax. Your body spasmed against his, your legs now completely useless below you as his fingers kept dragging against your insides. You don’t know what noise left your throat at that moment, but the moan it elicited from the poet in front of you meant it must have been what he wanted.  

You hung off his shoulders for a moment, riding on the aftermath of your orgasm before your mind started dragging you back to reality, as he removed his fingers from your twitching insides. Your legs started to become stable below you and you could hear V's breath against your ear. He pressed his throbbing erection against you as he pulled your bodies together in an embrace.  

Once confident that you were stable enough, V pulled you from the wall and guided you towards the desk at the other side of the room. You stumbled through half lidded eyes as it felt like you were walking on clouds beneath your feet. Once there, he pushed you over the desk, bent over with your back to him as he lined himself up with your pussy, still sensitive from your orgasm.

You felt him press against your entrance, hands on your hips as he leaned his face closer to yours.  

“Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived. Now that you have shown yourself to me, my desires are restricted to only you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed his length into you, slowly and deliberately. The sigh that left V's lips made you shiver as his cock dragged against your walls until he was in to the hilt. You were more than ready for him so when he held himself there, still for a few seconds, you turned your head to lock eyes with his in bemusement.

He was gazing upon you, as if taking a mental picture, looking down through long lashes breathing slowly as a hand brushed the hair over your face behind your ear tenderly. You leaned into the tender touch wondering what was going through his mind. His cheeks were flushed and you could almost see his heart beating out of his chest. Before you could enquire his lips parted:

“I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.”

Another quote you thought. How fitting.

At that he dug his fingers in and started to move, taking time to move himself almost all of the way out and back in, a few long sensual strokes. You could feel every inch of him dragging and pushing against you, a feeling you had grown to love so much. In these moments, you felt whole again. Like a part of you that had been lost had been returned to you, and you savoured it. You craved that feeling, and you had always hoped V felt the same.

A sigh left his lips as his pace began to quicken. Your hands gripped the sides of the desk for leverage as he started to pound into you. His pace was feverish, yet controlled. Every movement he made was deliberate and with cause. He angled himself further above you and moved his hips closer as he pressed his cock repeatedly against that sweet spot inside of you, already so stimulated from his fingers. You moaned as you tried to push your hips into him with each thrust, to get closer to the man that brought you such pleasure. After a few powerful thrusts that left you gasping, he flipped you over onto your back, his cock never leaving you.  

You looked into his eyes and ran your fingers into his hair, pulling him towards you in a feverish kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he started his fast pace again. Your mouths both open, panting against one another’s lips, tongues dancing in the space between your mouths. You could still taste yourself on his tongue and it drove you wild.  

You pulled his chest towards yours, bodies touching, his hips slapping against yours filling the room with the wet sounds of sex. You were both sweating, panting, moaning against each others faces as you held each other close. His pace varied against hard fast thrusts and slower, more deliberate movements and he kissed you again. You could feel yourself letting go again, and guessed from his rapid breathing that he was close too.  

“Fuck V, you feel so good. I’m so close, you’re gonna make me come again. Gods, make me come again!”

He put a hand under your hip to pull you up close to him and adjusted his hips slightly.

“I would do anything for you, my love, if you ask me as politely as that.”

He dragged himself back along your inner walls and thrusted hard against you, just so his pubic bone pressed hard against your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure as he repeated this motion over and over. His hands squeezed your hips and he buried his head into your shoulder and bit down, hard.

You screamed as your climax hit you again, your body convulsing exhaustingly a second time. Your inner walls convulsed around V's cock sending him into a frenzy.

“Come inside me V!” you moaned out in between breaths.

His body jerked as he let out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard. He pushed his head into your chest as he thrusted erratically, spilling his seed into you, his cock pulsating against your insides. You signed as you felt his release, savouring the sensations of his come leaking out into you.  

You both stayed like that for a while, breathing heavily against each others chests, hearts beating erratically, your body limp under his.  

He groaned as you tapped his shoulder, signalling for him to lift his weight from your chest. He pulled himself slowly out of you, leaving you feeling empty once again and rolled over to lie next to you on the dishevelled desk.  

You turned to look at him, his cheeks flushed and a smirk on his face.

“You never know what is enough, until you know what is more than enough.” He quoted. “I fear our sessions of stress relief may have developed into something... more that I anticipated.”

You considered his words for a moment, knowing that his realisation was something you had concluded within your own mind a while ago. What started out as some fun to take your mind off the shitstorm you were currently in, had started to get more feeling behind it that you had originally anticipated.

“Is that a problem?” You replied. “Because I don’t have any issues with it being like this.” Other than Nero and Nico, right now he was all you had. And you’d be damned if the universe was going to take him away from you too.

Your hands found each other, and his fingers entwined with yours  

He turned and looked you in the eye. “I can only hope that it doesn’t become a problem. We have more than enough of those as it currently stands, and I don’t intend on you becoming one of them.”

He sat up, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing it softly before stepping off away from the desk. He pulled you up towards him and held you against his chest.  

You didn’t question his words further, and only wondered at that point why his heart was still beating so fast while yours had calmed. You couldn’t describe the look he had on his face at that moment as he let your hand go and turned towards the stairs.

He turned to look over his shoulder at you. “I think it would be best to get ourselves cleaned up before griffon decides to make an appearance. He has a way of causing... inconvenience for us both.”

You giggled at the remark and nodded your head, following him up the stairs to the bathroom. You couldn’t help but shake the feeling deep within you that you should cherish these moments as they would be finite, but you had already promised yourself that you wouldn’t lose him as you lost Dante, and that you were willing to give everything to stop that pain happening again.

You were snapped out of your daze by a familiar voice...

“Woah V, coulda given me a bit more warning that your skinny ass would be out. That’s the last thing I need to see after being crammed away all night, geez. Hey, where’s toots?”

You darted towards the bedroom and slammed the door before Griffon caught sight of you, before letting out a giggle and crashing onto the bed.

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[dp-pastandpresent]

Past and Present: Chapter 4

"Mom, seriously, I would rather do this myself!"

Sam was sitting on her mom's frilly pink bed, trying to be patient.

"Oh come on Sammykins, no boy would want to see you in a dress that makes it look like you're going to a funeral."

'Just because YOU'D rather see me in pink…'

Sam had walked home with a little more perk after Dash had asked her to the dance. She knew it was just Dash, and that there was probably a motive behind it, but that didn't matter.

Unfortunately for her, her mother had noticed the perk and forced Sam to come clean.

And after seeing the dress Sam had intended to wear—well, that just wasn't going to work.

"I think I found it! I've been saving this dress for exactly this occasion!" her mom cheered as she walked out of her walk-in closet holding the most frilly, lacey, flowery, PINK dress Sam had ever seen.

'Oh, god, what have I gotten myself into?'

"Mom, seriously, I think any boy would rather see me in… a 'funeral' dress… than THAT," Sam commented as she got up and began to walk out the door.

"Well, I am not having my daughter go to a school dance dressed like she's mourning the dead," Mrs. Manson protested.

'I may have a real reason to mourn the dead pretty soon…'

"Geeze, I can hear you two all the way downstairs!"

Both ladies turned to look as Sam's grandmother rolled herself and her wheelchair into the room.

"Now, Pamela, as my daughter-in-law, I must say that you are pushing that girl way too far. You wonder why she does the things she does? It's because of the way you treat her."

'Go Grandma!'

"So you want her to go to the dance looking all black and somber?" Pamela asked rather rudely.

"I'm not saying that, but I do want her to have fun," Grandma finished.

There was no argument left: Sam had won, thanks to her grandma.

"Thank you SO much Grandma! I look amazing!"

Sam was in her own bathroom now, spending an unusual amount of time in front of the mirror, something she usually didn't do.

She had finally gotten to change into HER dress, which was purple and black with fishnet sleeves, and yes, lace.

Along with that she had applied a little bit of purple eye shadow and lipstick. The whole outfit had become complete when she added her green and black heels and fingerless gloves.

"Honey, any boy who doesn't go for you tonight would be out of his mind!" her grandma told her with a smile.

"Well, I guess I better be going. I can't be late…" Sam said skeptically as she headed towards the stairs.

"Just remember to have fun!"

--

Sam was supposed to meet Dash at the restaurant,which had her a little nervous as to whether he'd actually be there waiting for her.

He was.

He himself was in a tux with, to Sam's horror, a pink underlay.

"Hey, Sam. Wow! You look amazing!"

His eyes got rather big as he examined her.

"And you look… amazing… too," she choked out.

Sensing her awkward gaze, he quickly added, "I'm sorry that I don't match. It's just that I originally was going with Paulina, and her dress is pink, so…"

'He sounds genuinely sorry. Something must be up. Dash is NEVER this nice!'

"It's okay, I understand!" She stopped him halfway through his monologue.

"Well to make it up to you, I did get this."

He held out his hand and in it was a corsage of purple and black flowers.

Sam's mouth dropped open, it was beautiful. She quickly held out her arm to let Dash fasten it on.

"Wow, Dash, what else can I say? Thank you!"

"Ahhh, it's nothing really. Say, how 'bout we go inside?"

Dash had picked "Cow-a-bunga" as the location for their fancy night out, and while Sam had been initially worried, research had shown that they served salads. Still, any place that called itself "Cow-a-bunga" couldn't be all that nice.

She found herself laughing as Dash opened the door for her, only to find out that her guess was right. While not "The Nasty Burger," it wasn't a five-star by any means. People were sitting on top of barrels at picnic-like tables, munching on peanuts as the shells fell to the ground. Surrounding the main dining room was a fence, behind which, to Sam's horror, were live cows.

'I swear if Dash's steak is that fresh, I'm walking out.'

"Well Howdy, Y'all!" the hostess greeted as she showed them to their table in the back. "You two must be headed towards the dance! We've got a special spot just for you!" She winked at Sam, as if she thought they'd want alone time.

Yes she was on a date, and was heading to a dance, but the thought of kissing Dash made her want to vomit a bit.

Sam sat down and began looking at the menu, trying to find her ideal salad. Dash grabbed the peanut bucket and began throwing nuts into his mouth, shell and all. The look of disdain on Sam's face quickly stopped him, however.

"I hold the record for most peanuts shelled in my mouth!" he said as bits of nut spewed everywhere, including Sam's dress.

'Good for you…'

Somehow, the idea of not getting a word in with Dash didn't actually displease her though; what would they even talk about?

"What can I get ya'll tonight?" the overly perky waitress said as she approached the table. Sam opened her mouth to order a garden salad but before she could even say the g-sound, Dash chimed in.

"Two steaks, extra rare! With extra fries!"

Sam's eyes grew huge in horror, thinking back to the time that she and Tucker had visited the buffet and Tucker had eaten five rare steaks in one sitting.

"Dash… I… I mean… I can't—" she started to choke out, but the server was already gone.

'Guess I'll starve through the dance…'

--

Phantom couldn't bring himself to patrol. Not since seeing her. So instead, he found himself again at the music store.

'I wonder what kind of music she likes,' he thought, probably more often than anyone should.

He just couldn't keep her out of his mind; there was something about that girl and those EYES that reminded him of his life—if only he could figure it out.

Maybe he was just living in the past, but a nagging feeling in him knew there was more to it than just that. Almost as if when he looked at her, he saw himself.

She looked so lonely and sad , the way he himself had been feeling.

But he was a ghost! He couldn't feel emotions for a human girl, could he?

This was stuff he had contemplated all day, until finally his head hurt and he knew he needed to go for a fly, even if just to get some air.

--

'What have I gotten myself into? This is such a disaster.'

It had been about a half hour since they had entered the dance. In that time, Sam had had about fifteen glasses of punch, trying to make herself full after refusing to eat her steak, but was only succeeding in multiple trips to the bathroom.

They had yet to actually dance.

And Dash was beginning to get very impatient with his date.

"Come on, Sam! Why can't we dance?"

"Because THAT—" she pointed to the dance floor where all the girls were leaning backwards against all their partners, "is not dancing. That is a bunch of girls acting like prostitutes and showing their conformity," she concluded.

Dash just stood there like the light in the attic had just burned out.

"Soooo, are we EVER going to dance?"

It was as if fate had answered his question. The rap music had suddenly changed to a slow song: something you couldn't grind to.

'Finally! Rap music is getting sooo old.'

"Yes, how about now?" Sam said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the dance floor.

It was apparent as soon as they started dancing that Dash had never slow danced before. They clunked around the floor like gorillas, until Sam finally stopped him and decided to lead instead.

"Okay, Dash, follow MY lead now. Trust me, this can work."

And it did; they began to move much more smoothly and actually flow with the music.

Sam was so busy enjoying herself for once that she didn't even notice they were dancing right next to Paulina and her date.

But Dash did.

Suddenly their dancing got chunkier again as Dash became distracted with Paulina.

"So, Sam, I'm really enjoying my night! We may have to go out again sometime!" he said loudly and not really to her.

"Ummm, yeah, sure?" Sam replied as she tried to keep dancing. It was getting pretty difficult.

'What is up with him?'

She was lost in her thoughts when he did it. He leaned over rather awkwardly and grabbed her head, pushing it towards him. The next thing she knew, his lips were smashed into hers and he wasn't even looking into her eyes, he was looking to his right.

'Whoa, hold on… what is going on?'

Struggling to breathe, she turned and looked too. He was staring at Paulina, who had stopped dancing and was standing with her arms crossed, probably trying to figure out why Dash would even want to kiss Sam.

'Oh. My. Gosh.'

Sam pulled away so fast, Dash actually had to struggle to keep his balance.

"DASH BAXTER!" she said loud enough to cause the rest of the dancers who weren't watching to start.

Dash's eyes got wide as he tried to figure out what he had done, but he couldn't.

"What?" was all he could muster up.

"Oh, you know what!" And that's all she said as she turned around and ran off, tears already coming from her eyes.

'He used me! That's the only reason I'm even here tonight—so he could get HER back! He's such a pathetic, over-buffed, brainless JOCK!'

'And you knew it Manson. The second he asked you knew! And yet you let him play with your brain like maybe, just maybe, he could show a little decency for once.’

She was so busy crying that she didn't even know where she was headed. All she knew was that she had found a door and gone through it.

Now she found herself on the gym roof, having awkwardly run up the stairs behind the door without looking back.

'Okay, so how did I end up here of all places?'

She walked over to the edge and looked down. It was rather high. In fact, if one fell, they'd get pretty hurt….

'No, Sam, don't even think about jumping.'

'But he's pathetic. YOU'RE PATHETIC!'

Her mind was fighting a losing war, and she just wanted it to shut up.

Unfortunately, there was really only one clear solution to that problem. She found herself looking down again. The ground didn't seem that far now. In fact, she could just take a step and she'd probably be safe, right?

'Sam Manson, don't YOU DARE!'

'This was supposed to be a good night and instead it's the worst. I just need it to end…'

'But not this way, and not now. There are other options.'

'Like what? Turning around and going back there?! I don't think so!'

One foot off the ledge. Sam was feeling dizzy. Her heart was beating fast. She couldn't breathe.

"No turning back now."

She looked down. The ground was right there; she could just take that second step and keep on walking.

Closing her eyes, she began to count out loud.

"One…."

"Two…"

"Three…"

Her second foot left the platform.

--

The night air helped his head; thoughts of the Fentons and that girl slowly dissipated as he flew faster and faster through the clouds. Looking down on the town, he could see the twinkle of city lights as the world reflected back the stars from above.

'Flying will always be my favorite.'

It had been a long day though, and Phantom was getting ready to call it quits. Slowing down, he thought about where he'd want to spend his night- he had yet to settle on an actual "home." But to his surprise, his thoughts were interrupted by a faint voice coming from the nearby high school.

"No turning back now."

Naturally, he was intrigued. Who would be at the high school at this hour?

Because he was a ghost, and a very curious one at that, he had to see what was going on.

Flying closer, he gasped.

It was HER. The girl he had been daydreaming about all day. There she was, all dressed up, standing with one foot off the edge of the gym roof.

She looked pale, and suddenly Phantom knew what must have happened. That boy from earlier was nothing but a creep, and it made him sick. He wanted to find that kid and knock him out.

He stopped. What was he thinking? This girl was in trouble and all he could do was think about hurting the boy. Pathetic.

Phantom wasn't used to confronting humans; besides those stupid reporters, he had never really done so. But he knew what he wanted to do.

He flew in closer, having made his decision. He was going to hover, watch over her, and if she decided to do what he thought she had planned, he'd move in.

"One…"

"Two…"

"Three…"

He saw her second foot leave the rooftop and that was his cue.

--

She didn't feel the ground. Was she still falling? The roof hadn't been that high.

She felt the wind, like maybe she was falling sideways. Or maybe someone was holding her? Was this what death felt like? Was she dead? She had to know.

Opening her eyes, she let out a squeak of both shock and relief.

Phantom.

The mysterious ghost from the TV was carrying her. Flying with her. Taking her away from the dark hell that was the school.

'Did I just do what I think I did?'

'Did he just save me from doing what I think I did?'

'Is this all really happening?'

Whoever this boy was, he suddenly looked down and smiled. He seemed happy to see her awake. Safe.

"You really scared me for a moment," he said as she blinked back at him, too afraid to speak.

He could tell she was in shock. After all, attempting something like that would leave anyone in such a state, let alone that plus being saved by a flying ghost.

They needed to find somewhere to stop, talk, and figure out a plan. Preferably somewhere on the ground in case she wanted to attempt anything again.

He looked around, scanning the area for a park bench or empty yard, or really anywhere safe, until he finally found an abandoned playground.

"You're probably in shock, so you don't have to speak. But I'm going to stop and put you down. We need to talk."

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #fanfiction #phanfiction #sam manson #danny phantom fanfic

[peachyteabuck]

love god herself [bucky barnes x reader]

summary: truth or dare lap dance

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2167

trigger warnings: i mean.......issa lap dance. there is a butt tattoos mentioned

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Bucky had been off Wanadan ice long enough to not be too scared to socialize, but he still mostly kept to Steve, Natasha, and Clint. Occasionally, he found he way up to Sam’s area if the bird’s ego was getting a little too big for his britches.

He was planning to spend the night alone, in his room, doing what he does best: ignoring the fact that the rest of the world existed.

His best friend, though, had a different agenda.

“Bucky,” Steve pleaded. “Please join us, I’ll be there...and you can leave when you want to! Please. Being around everyone when we’re not on a mission would be great. Tony’s pretty nice when he’s not barking orders…”

Bucky sighed. Why would he want to be around anyone right now, especially when it was everyone at once.

Eventually, he gave in. Seeing Steve’s excited face is worth the extremely uncomfortable churning in his stomach.

Later that night, Steve escorted him to the common room, where everyone was already on their second or third drink. You were there, laughing at something Wanda was talking about.

He didn’t know much about you, just what Steve had told him, what he could observe in meetings, and what he noticed when he found himself in Banner and Stark’s shared lab.

He knew you were in the Navy and had a few PhDs. Tony ended up finding you, buying you out after an impressive track record during your military service and an obvious itch to change careers.

(Government salaries are about as unimpressive as the work they had you doing, so it wasn’t that hard.)

He also knew you loved pizza, really wanted a cat, and had a tattoo on your butt.

So, not much.

The most important thing he knew, though, was that he had a gigantic crush on you. Like, Empire State Building or Statue of Liberty sized.

He had made it painfully obvious, both because he was constantly flushed around you; always stammering through his words and tripping over stuff, and because Natasha figured it out and told you about it.

Since then, everyone in the compound (including FRIDAY) had been desperately trying to get you two together. Included in this master plan was tonight, which hopefully included enough contact between you two to make him crack.

It had been over six months since he had met you, and still the only things he said to you were “hi,” “good, how are you?” and anything strictly related to the health and mobility of his metal arm.

You had tried to make it as obvious as possible that you liked him, but to no avail. You even started getting notices from HR about the length of the skirts you were wearing, but to no avail.

“Hey Bucky!” you called out to him, beckoning him over to the couch you were sitting at. You even patted next to you to show how much room you had reserved for him, but he still followed Steve like a lost puppy to some loveseats across the room.

Sam snorted a little into his drink, to which you and Wanda both glared at him for. Don’t, the look told him. Don’t you fucking dare.

As the night started to lull, Tony stood up and clapped his hands together. When all of your heads were finally facing him, he smiled wickedly.

“I propose,” he says, his usual regal stance forcing his shoulders back and head up high. “That we all play a game…” he gestures for everyone to beat their hands against their thighs or a table in order to build up the anticipation via drumroll. “of good old truth or dare.”

Everyone, including you, groaned.

Truth or dare had been a game you’d been playing since middle school. Therefore, it could get old fast.

But your fast-approaching boredom meant that you all tried to make the game as weird as possible in order to make up for it. By weird, you either meant sexual or just fucking crazy.

The good news is, this particular game went sexual, because the last time it went weird Tony ended up asking you if you still had both kidneys when you picked “truth” and Bruce told you to spit into a cup when you picked “dare.” He then rushed it upstairs (where the lab was located) to “preserve it.”

You still have no idea what it was used for and always shiver at the thought.

“Steve,” Natasha asks, taking another sip of beer. “Truth or dare?’

Steve answered quickly. “Truth.”

“Pussy,” Tony mumbled. He seems to get the most out of this game every time you play it.

“What was is like to jerk off during the war?”

Steve laughs a little, greatful it wasn’t that bad. He was sort of expecting to have to strip, or give someone a blow job, or whatever Natasha’s dirty mind could come up with. “Dirty and gross.”

Bucky smiles in silent agreement. He may not remember much, but he definitely remembers attempting to keep his masterbation sessions secret while literal Nazis attempted to kill them day and night.

“Alright, my turn,” Tony says. He seems bored, fidgety. He hasn’t seen one breast yet and it’s bugging the shit out of him. Tony’s always willing to take things to the next level, which makes the games more intense - and more often than not - more dangerous.

“Actually,” Natasha gestures to you, “I think it’s her’s.”

Tony rolls his eyes dramatically and groans. It makes you giggle, how juvenile he’s being. “Alright, newbie. Truth or dare?”

You think for a moment. You’re tired just sitting on the chair, you want to move around. “Dare,” you say with confidence.

Tony narrows his eyes and taps his chin. Oh, you’re in for it. You squeeze the drink in your hands in anticipation.

“I dare you to give Bucky a lapdance.”

You immediately laugh. Your specialty while doing government work was being undercover, and a lot of internationally-wanted criminals like strippers. A lot. Almost a scary amount. Like, y’all can’t agree on international law but you can agree that a

Because of this, you’ve given a lot of lapdances, stripteases, et cetera in your day. Tony, being the one who recruited you, knows this, and has been determined to see your skills in play.

You stroll over to the sound system, trying to find a song that will fit the kind of mood you’re in.

When you find it, you turn back to Bucky, who’s sitting on the couch.

“Go grab a chair from the kitchen table,” you tell him. Giving a lap dance on a couch? No thank you.

You wait for him to get situated. As you do so, all eyes are on you. You inhale deeply, trying to center yourself. You haven’t done this in a little while, lap dances are much more intimate and scary than pole dancing.  But, truly, how hard can it be to give a hot guy, who’ve you’ve had a crush on since you became an Avenger a lap dance? A man you knew also had a crush on you? Probably not very.

You start the music, and you snap your hips to the beat. It pushes you forward, towards Bucky. The vocalizations give you a chance to turn and dip in front of him, showing off your control and flexibility.

You’re the water, the waves, coming crashing down on him.

Who the fuck do you think I is

You ain’t married to no average bitch boy

You can watch my fat ass twist boy

As I bounce to the next dick boy

Bucky’s eyes don’t know where to look. Your eyes or your lips, legs or breasts, legs or between them. It’s too much for him, but in a perfect way.

And keep your money, I've got my own

Keep a bigger smile on my face, being alone

Bad motherfucker, God complex

Motivate your ass call me Malcolm X

You snap up, pulling your knees to your chest and flipping your hair up. As it hits the side of your face, you turn to face Bucky, sticking the tip of your finger in your mouth and biting it.

Yo operator, or innovator

Fuck you hater, you can't recreate her no

You'll never recreate her no, hero

You slide up his body, resting between his open legs. You put your hands on his shoulders, moving your hips with the music again. God, you missed this.

We just got to let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be baby

You just got to let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be

You turn around, balancing your hands on his knees. The jeans give you a better grip, so you grab onto them, digging your nails into his muscled lower thighs. You bend down a little, allowing your ass to grind against his dick.

He tries to grab it, but no. You’re untouchable in this moment, both literally and figuratively. You turn to face him, then you deciding to swing one leg up to give you a better angle. You grind to the tune of the music, it’s biting tune giving you the power to keep going harder than you ever have.

I am the dragon breathing fire

Beautiful mane I'm the lion

Beautiful man I know you're lying

I am not broken, I'm not crying, I'm not crying

You move to the ground, your work out/sleep/don’t-feel-like-getting-dressed shorts show off your legs, your tank top shows off the rest of your body.

You spread your legs into a split, with you resting on your tailbone. You shake your legs joining your legs together. With heels, it would make a clack sound, but now it’s just a soft slap of skin on skin.

You ain't trying hard enough

You ain't loving hard enough

You don't love me deep enough

We not reaching peaks enough

Blindly in love, I fucks with you

'Til I realize, I'm just too much for you

I'm just too much for you

You get up on your knees, grinding into the ground. It’s on beat, the way your pelvis hits the floor and then cycles backup an imaginary cock

You just got to let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be baby

With the next verse, you shoot up. Grinding into Bucky’s actual cock now, hip movements still in time with the song.

Hey baby, who the fuck do you think I am?

I smell that fragrance on your Louis Knit boy

Just give my fat ass a big kiss boy

Tonight I'm fucking up all your shit boy

You take the time to look around you, your eyes making it to everyone. They’re all staring at you, every single pair of eyes is watching you intensely. You have to admit, you feel good. You feel sexy. Not like the normal sexy, but really really fucking sexy. Sometimes, you had people who find out you used to strip (whether or not they knew it was because of you being a government-hired covert operative work depended on the person), they often ask you if it was “empowering.”

“Uh, no,” You’d always reply. “It’s my job.” You found it no more empowering than when you babysat for your neighbors as a teenager. But this? Oh, this is empowering. Knowing everyone in the room, taken or not, finds you sexy? And you knowing you have that hold over all of them? That’s empowering.

When you finish (or, more accurately, when the song finishes), you walk away and rush to pause the song before it repeats. That, surely, would ruin the mood more than you snapping out of character.

After that, you blop back down at your spot on the couch, taking a sip of your hard lemonade. The slurping sound is the only thing  that reverberates through the blanket of silence that’s fallen over the room.

Bucky struggles to readjust himself in the chair. It could be because he’s uncomfortable, maybe he’s still got his hard-on from before. Either way, it gives you a little self-confidence boost. C’mon, you just gave a lap dance to the Winter Soldier! Arguably the sexiest and thickest Avenger! Who wouldn’t dream of that!

You look around, trying not to smile too much.

Sam’s mouth hangs open, Wanda remains completely still with her eyes wide.

“Fuck,” Clint mumbles.

“That was…” Bruce starts to say.

“Hot as fuck,” Natasha finishes.

Bucky’s staring at you intensely, hungrily. He looks like he’s about to eat you, and it makes heat pool between your legs. If you weren’t already soaked, you could be sure you were now.

Steve coughs, sipping his drink. “It was...uh...who’s turn was it next?”

The quiet in the room, the sexy, sexy silence sends a surge of adrenaline through your veins. If Bucky isn’t going to crack now, you have no idea what would make him finally ask you out.

//

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#bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #iw

[mitchstongue-blog]

Solo - Eager (XXX)

Mitch was dancing to the beat of the music when he feels it.

He's got his sixth--seventh?-- vodka tonic in his hand and he's feeling the urge to go pee.

The DJ is playing some club remix of his favorite Rihanna song, and he's making his way into the bathroom when he sees him. The sexy blond man is washing up when Mitch enters, causing the brunet's steps to falter a bit before going about his business.

When Mitch is done, he's surprised (not really) to find that the man was lingering by the sink, pretending to check his appearance in the mirror as Mitch approached the sink. The brunet boy smirks to himself as the blond flushes when their eyes met in the mirror.

Caught ha, Mitch thought to himself.

Mitch decided to take some pity on the man, who was obviously nervous to strike up conversation.

Funny, he wasn't nervous when he was grinding on me, Mitch thought to himself.

"Hey I really like your half sleeve, where'd you get them done?" Mitch asked plainly, eyeing the flowers that were placed on the upper arm of the taller man.

The blond released a breathe, looking awfully thankful that Mitch had spoken up before replying, "My friend actually, Romeo Lacoste? He works not too far from here actually. He's here tonight with me too."

Blondie looks more comfortable, and Mitch beams up at him when he hears the name.

"I have an appointment with him in a few days! That's so cool that you know him." Mitch answers, taking a step toward the blond and reaching out his arm to touch the flowers and study their intricate detail.

Okay, and maybe to touch the older man's biceps but he didn't need to know that.

"Wait you're Mitch right? He was talking about how excited he was about your piece. What is it?" Scott asks, placing a hand on Mitch's waist and escorting them towards the corridor.

"It's a surprise blondie, what's your name?" Mitch finally asks, getting tired of using random descriptors in his head to address the man.

Yes, he had already heard his name from the other boy but the blond didn't know that.

"I'm Scott." He answers, stopping them from entering the madness that was the dance floor just then.  Both men could feel the tension between them, even during what had seemed like an innocent introductory conversation. Scott bit his lip as he eyed Mitch, loving how small and taut his body looked.

"Well Scott, you maybe want to take this party back to my place?" Mitch leaned up into Scott's ear and whispered, enjoying the way a shiver raced throughout Scott's body at his tone.

It was going to be a good night for the both of them.

*

As the men rode in the Uber Mitch texted Kirstie to let her know he had found a boy and he left the club. Sounds rude but he didn't care at the moment. Mitch set his phone down and they could not take their hands off each other, so it was no surprise that as soon as they entered the hotel and got to Mitch's room Scott pushed his body against the door, reaching around to turn the lock.

"Eager aren't we?" Mitch mumbled against Scott's lip, smirking as the blond just growled and kissed him harder.

Mitch wound his hands around the blond's neck, moaning as Scott ran his hands down his backside before grabbing the backs of his thighs, and pulling him up onto his waist. They both groaned as their clothed dicks rubbed against each other, the little amount of friction causing such intense pleasure to rip throughout their bodies.

"Mmm, where's the bedroom baby? " Scott asked as Mitch released his lips in favor of kissing along his neck. He had taken to a particular spot under Scott's ear, sucking a little love bite there before directing the tall man to his room.

Once inside, Scott threw Mitch onto the bed, and began making quick work of the brunet's pants after throwing a package of lube and a condom onto the bed.

"So you were expecting to get lucky tonight?" Mitch cheekily asked, as he removed his shirt, watching as Scott slid his jeans down his legs.

The blond chuckled, the sound making Mitch's tummy feel funny.

"Not expecting more like hoping. Especially after I saw your sexy ass, I had to at least try." Scott replied, quickly stripping down to his boxer briefs and lowering himself to place kisses on the brunet's chest.

Scotts boyfriend clearly didn't cross either of their minds once.

Mitch gasped as Scott began kissing down his torso, forgetting the witty reply he had in his brain. All his mind could think at that moment was ScottScottScottScott, and he was perfectly okay with that.

Soon Scott reached the waistband of Mitch's briefs, kissing the fabric covering his dick, and looking to the brunet for permission before pulling them down and swallowing Mitch into his hot mouth.

"Oh fuck Scott!" Mitch gasped out, immediately moving his hands to the blond locks, tightening his grip and throwing his head back when that causes Scott to moan around his cock.

Scott moves his hands to Mitch's waist, keeping the man from raising his hips to move faster, which makes Mitch whine as he tugs on Scott's blond strands.

"Please, please, please. I need more Scott." Mitch whines as Scott still slowly bobs his head up and down, staring cheekily into the eyes of the brunet. He pulls off Mitch's cock with an obscene pop, and kisses his inner thigh.

"Want more baby?" Scott asks, although he was already grabbing the lube, and positioning Mitch to lie on all fours, ass in the air and his hole on display.

Mitch just moaned as he nodded, the thought of Scott's long fingers in his ass causing pre-cum to drip down the tip of his dick. He arched his back more, and slid further down his knees, the perfect position for Scott to his his bud with those long fingers.

Scott placed his index finger at Mitch's entrance, all lubed up and shiny. He slid the finger in slowly, watching as Mitch pushed himself onto it the rest of the way and groaned at the appendage stretching him slightly.

"Mmm, what am I? A-ah a china doll, put another in." Mitch sassed out, smiling when Scott swatted him on his ass before pressing his middle finger up next to the index. The finger went in as easily as the last, this time making Mitch gasp at the slight burn he could feel from the stretch.

It continued like this for a few minutes, Mitch grinding back onto Scott's fingers and moaning every now and then while Scott stroked himself to the sight of it. Though soon Scott began to get antsy, wanting to feel Mitch wrapped around his cock and not his fingers.

"I wanna fuck you Mitchy. so fucking bad." The blond admitted, smirking when Mitch gasped out a 'fuck yes' in response. With that he was pulling his fingers out, and getting up right behind Mitch and sliding himself in.

Scott groaned at how tight the man was, going in slowly until Mitch pushed himself back onto his dick, bottoming out.

"Fuck you're so big." Mitch said, trying to adjust to the size of Scott. Scott just smiled and muttered something about how tight he was in response before Mitch began moving and he kind of couldn't breathe.

The brunet in question had begun fucking himself on Scott's dick, moving every which way to get the blond's cock inside of him at a steady pace.

"Yes, baby, show me how much you want it." Scott mumbled, reaching to hold Mitch's waist in his grip to control the boy's speed. He didn't want this to be over as soon as it had started. Mitch just quickened his pace though, Scott's words firing him up and motivating him to push through the ache in his legs.

They both built up a rhythm with each other, Scott pushing into Mitch as Mitch pushes back, causing moans and pants to escape from both their lips.

Scott stopped Mitch's hips suddenly, wanting to fuck into the boy's hole while the younger was on his back. He replayed this much to Mitch and the response he got was comical.

"Fuck yes! How long were you gonna wait to ask?" Mitch replied, sliding slowly off of Scott's cock and laying himself on his back, legs spread as far as he could.  Scott positioned himself inside once more, before he wrapped Mitch's leg around his waist and began pounding into the boy.

"Oh god! Yes Scott, fuck me! Take me there baby!" Mitch screamed, tightening his hold on Scott's waist as the blond pounded Mitch's prostate, over and over, causing Mitch to feel himself getting closer.

"Getting close babe?" Scott grunted out, feeling Mitch's hole tightening around Scott, pushing the blond close to the edge as well. Mitch nodded into his chest, reaching down to stroke his leaking cock in time with Scott's strokes.

About a dozen strokes later Mitch was cumming over his chest, the involuntary tightening of his hole bringing Scott to his peak not too shortly after. He laid himself on Mitch's chest, slowly withdrawing himself from the brunet's hole causing Mitch to whimper at the loss.

They adjusted themselves under the covers, Scott holding Mitch close to his chest, pressing a kiss into his shoulder as they both got comfortable.

"So are you staying for Round 2 and breakfast?" Mitch asked sleepily, holding onto the arm that was wrapped around him.

"Well that depends, is it in that order or?" Scott answered, already knowing he would stay anyway.

Mitch just laughed, knowing that Scott would stay either way, and closing his eyes, ready to wake up to those gorgeous blue eyes in the morning.

It was definitely a good night for the both of them.

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Big thank you to beautie143 for helping me out and writing an amazing smut scene!

[storiesbycheyenne]

Wrote a little something...

“That’s not quite the angle. Turn a little to the right.”

My hip throbbed and my lower back was starting to kill me. The outcome I planned for the night wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“Okay, ow! That’s definitely not it!”

Pushing him off, I furiously searched around his room for my clothes. Bra on lamp. Check. Panties beside bed. Check. Dress with now broken zipper. Check.

“Can’t we at least try it another time?” he said.

Oh wasn’t he cute? So motivated. I give him credit for that.

“No, I don’t really give ‘do-overs’.” I slipped into my heels that I found beside the front door. “I’m sorry.”

When I got outside of the guy’s apartment building I was unsure of where I was. It’s been a month since I moved to the city, so I wasn’t familiar with my surroundings yet. I checked my phone for my location which located me in Upper East Side meaning I was about thirty minutes away from home.

Even though the sun was finally set, it didn’t seem to slow the people down from getting to where they wanted to go. It was a Saturday night when people were just starting their fun unlike me when I was just ending it.

I continued to walk down the sidewalk mainly following the smells of different foods coming from the various restaurants that lined the street ahead. Maybe if I just keep walking in this general direction I’ll eventually find my way home?

After a couple blocks, a small dive bar caught my attention with their red flashing neon sign: The Avenue.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a rest and collect my thoughts after the bad hookup I had moments ago. Alcohol would probably help wipe it out of my mind faster.

The space was dimly lit with a wooden bar counter taking up half of the right side and to the left there were three pool tables with a couple wooden tables and chairs. The smell of stale cigarettes and beer greeted me as I walked through.

An older man with a long beard manned the bar, sizing me up as I approached. “What ya want?” he asked with a thick Italian accent that caught me off guard.

“Vodka and cranberry,” I said taking a seat.

I took another look around and noticed the space wasn’t crowded for a Saturday night. The clientele seemed to be older men and women who just wanted a relaxing night out with their lovers.

“Alright, Aiden, I was wondering when you would show up,” the bartender spoke to a man that just entered the bar. “Vinny’s been wondering about the rematch.”

“Tell him it’ll happen soon,” the man said. His voice was smooth like velvet, which was very appealing, forcing me to sneak a quick glance in his direction by the door.

The bartender handed a short glass filled with amber liquid to the handsome stranger. “The stage is all set if you wanted to do your thing.”

Aiden glanced in my direction probably curious to who I was. I was definitely out of place here. He didn’t say anything and finished his drink instead before heading to the stage. A few of the patrons sat at the tables getting ready to listen to the music.

His fingers effortlessly played the beginning chords of Dream On by Aerosmith, which got my attention. I always listened to this song in the car with my dad. We sang it on the top of our lungs like idiots as he played the air guitar.

Although, Aiden’s voice was different compared to Steven Tyler’s, he sang it like it was his own song. His voice was gravelly, but once he hit those high notes it was smooth.

The crowd applauded as the song came to its end and Aiden took a little bow as he went into playing another song. I wasn’t too familiar with it making me think it was probably an original. He sang this song with so much emotion it gave me goosebumps down my arms and I couldn’t look away.

“Miss, you want another drink?” The bartender asked as he waved a hand in front of my face.

I snapped out of my trance, apologizing.

He held up my empty glass. “So you want another one?”

“Uh...yes please.”

The bartender chuckled to himself like he knew it was Aiden’s fault for distracting me. He handed me another drink and went back to the other side of the bar and my attention went back to Aiden.

His set ended after the fourth song. The few people sitting at the tables applauded and whistled as he took another bow then hopped off stage. I turned away focusing on finishing my drink and acting like Aiden didn’t have my attention.

“I never saw you here before,” the man said. Aiden was right next to me this time making me jump slightly, which made him chuckle and grab my arm. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

My cheeks turned pink once I turned to meet his gaze. Thank god for the dim lighting.

Aiden was more handsome up close. His hair was slightly curled and pushed back from his face which made his emerald eyes more prominent. His perfect full lips pulled into a smile.

“You’re a very pretty woman and I wouldn’t think to find someone that looks like you in a bar like this. So what happened that made you stumble in here?”

I cocked my head to the side gauging his question. He was a total stranger which meant I didn’t need to give him a reason. “What makes you think I stumbled in here?”

“You don’t look like a regular to me that’s all.” He lifted his left hand to get the bartender’s attention. Part of a tattoo caught my eye and it made me wonder if he had more under his shirt.

“I was just in the wrong part of the city and trying to find my way home, but I needed a drink or two.”

He smirked. “Rough night?”

“You could say that. I didn’t get the orgasm that I wanted or the lack thereof.” One side effect that I had after more than one drink. Word vomit. I didn’t know when to shut up. My eyes were focused on my half full glass and I was scared to see his reaction.

“I could help with that.”

I choked and my eyes went wide.

Yeah, I was definitely hearing things. A guy like him wouldn’t be that forward.

The bartender handed him a short glass that had a chip on the bottom. It was filled halfway with whiskey. Aiden took a sip of it then looked over at me. “Wow, I’m making you an offer on having a do-over and you’re not jumping at it.”

I shrugged. Did I really want to attempt to hookup with another guy again?

Aiden scooted his stool closer to mine. His left knee rested against my right as he hooked his arm around the back of my stool. He leaned in beside my ear as the music on the jukebox started to play. “I felt your eyes on me the whole entire time I was on that stage. I know you’re attracted to me because you’re breathing just hitched.”

Butterflies danced in my stomach. His proximity was distracting and my mind couldn’t stop imagining him pinning me against the nearest wall as he grinded against me.

The corners of my mouth pulled up slowly forming into a smile. His left thumb drew small circles on my forearm igniting my senses as his right hand caressed my right thigh.

I could feel his cool breath on my neck as he waited for an answer. “Or I could just buy you another drink if sex isn’t what you want anymore.” He pulled away slightly to empty his glass and asked for another one.

”Well, I guess I have to use the bathroom.” My right hand squeezed his thigh as I stood and headed toward the bathrooms.

I felt him right on my heels and I couldn’t wait to feel his skin against mine. I was sweating in anticipation.

Aiden stepped in front of me, pulling me into the women’s bathroom and pinned me against the tiled wall as he locked the door behind him. “Don’t want anybody walking in and seeing a show, would we?”

I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to me as I kissed at his neck. He moaned as he pushed his head back more. My hands slid up his t-shirt feeling his muscles relax from my touch.

His t-shirt was pulled off and now laying in the sink. Tattoos were visible from his right hand and up to his shoulder.

“I think it’s my turn,” he said waking me out of my thoughts. He reached around and yanked my dress off considering the zipper was already broken.

His lips slowly skimmed across my skin down my neck and over my breasts as he squeezed at the material. I reached around undoing my bra allowing his hands to freely explore.

“Aiden, please,” I moaned. I wanted him now.

He stood and claimed my mouth, his tongue pressing against mine and he suddenly spun me around bending me over the sink. I heard him undo his fly on his jeans and then I felt him pushing into me, slow at first. I welcomed his movements by grinding against him aching for more contact.

“It’s better to go slow, love,” he said. “You feel it more.”

“Just a little harder, please.”

He kissed the back of my neck as he listened to my request. My fingers dug into the edge of the sink as he sank into me and moved faster and rougher than a moment ago.

His hands rubbed at my breasts as he fucked me throughly making me moan and grind against him, slowly reaching my climax. When he shifted his position inside me I came screaming forcing Aiden to cover my mouth with his hand which turned me on even more.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I said as I slowly came down from my high.

Aiden pulled out then leaned against me placing kisses on the back of my neck and down my left shoulder. “How was that?”

Sighing, I smiled at him through the mirror then turned to hand him his t-shirt that laid in the sink. There was silence between us as we fixed ourselves in the mirror and I splashed cold water on my face.

“So what’s going to happen now?” he asked, leaning against the door.

I shrugged as I fixed my bangs in the mirror. “Left or right side?”

“What?” He narrowed his eyes at me, confused.

“My bangs, obviously. Left or right side?” I switched them side to side facing him.

He stepped closer and combed his fingers through my bangs adjusting them front and center. “I like them like this.”

We both felt something in that moment. Sort of like an electric shock just after you slide your feet against the carpeted floor and touch a metal door handle. It was quick and it hit me at all at once.

Someone jiggled the door handle from outside. “What the fuck?! Why is the bathroom locked?!”

The person was now banging on the door making us laugh.

“I think it’s time to go,” Aiden said then unlocked the door and allowed me to step out first. The woman stumbled around us muttering something under her breath as the bathroom door closed behind her.

A couple of guys standing around a pool table got Aiden’s attention and I returned to the bar alone. The bartender handed me my purse and I thanked him.

“You need a ride home?” He asked.

I gave him a nod and he called me a cab. Aiden didn’t come back over to say goodbye to me, so I decided to leave and wait out front for my cab.

A yellow taxi pulled along the curb and I slid in the back, sighing against the seat with a smile on my face. I definitely felt better than I did a couple hours ago.

“Where are you going?” The driver asked.

“Midtown...just drop me off at 54th street.”

My phone buzzed in my bag making me rifle through it and I found a bar napkin with someone’s handwriting scrawled across it. I answered my phone as I stared at the napkin in my hand. It was from Aiden.

“Where the hell are you?” My best friend asked through the phone.

“Hi to you too, Lee.”

“We were supposed to do dinner tonight, but you didn’t show,” he added. “I don’t even want to hear who you were doing.”

“What makes you think I hooked up with someone?”

“Because I can hear it in your voice...like you were preoccupied with something when I called.”

“Not anymore, I’m in a taxi heading home now. What time is it anyway?”

“It’s after ten o’clock.”

“Still want to come over and hear about it?”

“Of fucking course, I’ll be over in twenty with wine.”

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A/N: Thought I would share. Something I’ve been working on for a while.

#an excerpt from a book i’m writing #writing #writeblr #My WIP #romance

[xingsdae]

Tagged by @xiu-dangerous and @grinding-on-baek!

THE LAST 1. Drink: Water. 2. Phone Call: Facetime with Diana @longlivethesemoments, actual phone call was with my dad. 3. Text Message: Diana again lol. 4. Song you listened to: "what U need?” by Lay (Yixing lol). I was taking screenshots of the music video for my selfie/bias tag post. 5. Time you cried: I’ve teared up multiples times today, but actual crying was probably like a few weeks ago? I forget. 6. Dated someone twice: Nah, but I have been on at least two dates with my boyfriend. At least two in the 4 years we’ve been together. 7. Been Cheated on: Nope. Unless you count the boy I liked in kindergarten. He kissed another girl and I had to pretend I wasn’t mad haha. 8. Kissed someone and regretted it: I kissed my boyfriend when he had nasty morning breath and I regretted it. And I kissed him when he had a cold sore, which caused me to have multiple cold sores and left scars on my chin and neck. But I still like kissing him. For whatever reason. I guess I love him or whatever. 9. Lost someone special: I lost my snapback. Well, I forgot it at the concert and it was too late to go back and get it because we were already downstairs and near the doors. It was cute and I only had it for a few months. RIP You will be missed. 10. Been depressed: Never been diagnosed. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Once. I blame “Chunks” for throwing up twice before me and I had to clean up the mess while I was still drunk. I like to think his vomit made me vomit.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: Blue, purple, and green.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. Made new friends: A few. I think. Unless they all hate me like my old friends do. Oh God, they probably hate me. 16. Fallen out of love: I used to kind of like Times Square. Now I hate it. Mostly because I like going to NY for the food and there’s only boring food there. 17. Laughed until you cried: Nah. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: HA. Yes. Not everyone has something nice to say, apparently. Something about me being desperate for friends? Something about being scared of me because of my race? Something about me being annoying? But who knows? They’ll never say it to my face. 19. Met someone who changed you: I breathed the same air as EXO and they looked at me/in my direction and now I will never be that happy again until I see them again. 20. Found out who your true friends are: Yep. Again. It keeps happening. At this rate, I’ll be all alone by the time I’m 25. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yep. My boyfriend. I know, it’s a shock, but I have to tell the truth. 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: The real question is, do they even know the real me??? #FakeDeep 23. Do you have any pets: I’m not into pet play, sorry. 24. Do you want to change your name: I’ll eventually change my middle and last name once my boyfriend puts a ring on it because it’s tradition and I don’t mind changing it. 25. What did you do for your last birthday: I had some friends over at my house and we played some games. 26. What time did you wake up: 4 A.M. I had to pee lol. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Skyping with my boyfriend, probably already falling asleep. 28. Name something you cannot wait for: EXO’s comeback. 29. When was the last time you saw your mother: A few hours ago. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Probably to be motivated. I would probably get more shit done. 31. What are you listening to right now: The voice in my head that tells me to be sad. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I have an Uncle Tom and I knew a Tom in middle school and we only talked because we sat next to each other in assigned seating...omg I am old. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My family. 34. Most visited website: This hell hole. 35. Elementary: I’ve been in 2, 3 if we’re including middle school in this category. Catholic school from kindergarten till the 4th grade, then public school because I moved and Catholic school is too much money anyway. 36. High School: 1 public school. 37. College: 1 state university. Husky pride. It’s like a 6 on the party school scale to everyone except those who hate big campuses. Then it’s a 10 apparently. 38. Hair color: Black (or Blackened brown or whatever). 39. Long or short hair: Long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Don’t tell my boyfriend I have a crush on him. He thinks I’m crushing on Yixing. He’s right, but I believe in multiple crushes. 41. What do you like about yourself: I’m funny sometimes. 42. Piercings: The regular ear piercings. 43. Blood type: Like the name of that short series Kyungsoo was in, B+. 44. Nickname: “What do you want to do with your life? Be a loser? Am I that bad of a parent?” It’s a bit long, but it just sort of caught on. 45. Relationship status: In a relationship. 46. Zodiac sign: Leo. My moon sign is Cancer and my Venus sign is Virgo. 47. Pronouns: She/her 48. Favorite tv show: I’m currently watching Running Man, Elementary, Total Divas, and Shingeki no Kyojin season 2. 49. Tattoos: Not yet. I can’t commit to a tattoo idea. Also, if my parents saw it they will kill me. 50. Right or left hand: Right.

FIRST… 51. Surgery: I got my molars removed. 52. Piercing: The typical ear piercings. 54. Sport: Crying. 55. Vacation: The Philippines when I was 7. 56. Pair of trainers: I remember having sneakers with Disney princesses on them and Velcro.

MORE GENERAL… 57. Eating: My feelings. 58. Drinking: Away my problems. 59. I’m about to: Go to the next question. 61. Waiting for: All 9 members of EXO to be together again. 62. Want: Money. 63. Get married: Eventually. 64. Career: Accountant. 65. Hugs or kisses: Both. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes. 67. Shorter or taller: Taller. 68. Older or younger: Older. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms. 71. Sensitive or loud: Both? But I guess sensitive. 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker, but for like small things. Like deciding to only eat ice cream for dinner. You know, the rebel life.

HAVE YOU EVER… 74. Kissed a stranger?: Nope. 75. Drank hard liquor?: Yes. Mostly mixed with yummy fruity stuff to make it taste not like liquor. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses?: I constantly lose contacts. 77. Turned someone down?: Like at a bar to dance. 78. Sex on first date?: Never done it. 79. Broken someone’s heart?: I mean, have you seen me? I’m kind of cute. I’m sure someone was disappointing in knowing I have a boyfriend/not interested. 80. Had your heart broken?: Nope. 81. Been arrested?: Nope. 82. Cried when someone died?: Not anyone I know. Only fictional characters. I guess that’s messed up. 83. Fallen for a friend?: Nope.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… 84. Yourself?: Meh. Sometimes. 85. Miracles?: Like actual religious ones? Not really. 86. Love at first sight?: Nope. 87. Santa Claus?: I used to, but then the kids in the 4th grade made fun of me. And it all made sense why one time I looked under the tree and nothing was there and I was sad I was a bad kid, but then my mom said Santa left the gift in my parents room for safe keeping. 88. Kiss on the first date?: Sure. Never done it though. 89. Angels?: Yixing exists.

OTHER…. 90. Current best friend’s name: Diana. Another name drop ayyyy. 91. Eye color: Brown. 92. Favorite movie: I’ll say Aladdin because I just saw it on Broadway and Get Out because that was the last movie I saw in theaters. I’ll tag @ninetytwoline @jongjn @for-the-love-of-lay @tousdae @chengineering and @okaybaekhyun! This is long and really personal so only do it if you want to! :)

#personal #haven't done a tag like this since high school and it was on facebook lol #i think i took this exact one #2017 is the year of bringing back long tag posts #this was fun! #i hope someone finds me funny #some answers are a bit sad because i did them when i was in a bad mood i hope they're not too whiney #i think that every time i make a sad post i either get anon hate or i get blocked #i'm sorry if this brings people down #i just wanted to have more answers be something besides y/n