*fangirling on hollywood actors, kpop stars, any famous guys who look good*
wtf u slutz they wouldn't even know u exist
*fangirling on anime character who never existed, plays otome games until i collapse, imagines myself with my anime husbandos on a high school setting, licks my husbandos abs with my phone screen, dreams of reverse harem like in otome games*
Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs (may have gotten carried away with those).
Summary: You go undercover with Bucky where you need to get a flashdrive from a HYDRA agent who frequents a men’s club. Your job is to give him a lap dance, get him knocked out, and steal the flash drive. Things don’t go as planned because someone gets a little jealous and decides to, quite literally, knock the agent out.
This is a little heavy, so…prepare yourself. Hope you enjoy.
Summary:Shawn has an interview, but he has a better idea
I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. I took a deep breath and stretched. I felt the bed shift beside me as my handsome boyfriend wrapped an arm around me in his sleep. I turned around to face him, smiling to myself. Memories of last night popped into my head. Let’s just say we didn’t sleep for awhile.
I traced the outline of his closed eyes and the outline of his plump lips, when he started to smile.
“What are you doing?” He asked with slight amusement in his voice. His eyes were still closed.
“Nothing.” he pulled me closer and laid his head on my very naked chest. I started to run my hands through his hair, my nails softly grazing his scalp.
“Mmm. That feels nice.” He said in a sexy morning voice. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”
“Nope. Just a little sore.”
“You must’ve come about 3 times last night. Are you sure?” Shawn said, lifting his head up to look at me. I smiled and blushed at the thought of last night.
“I’m fine. Promise.” I said pecking his lips. Then suddenly he grabbed me by the waist and turned over, setting my naked body on top of his.
“I like this view.”
“I’m sure you do.” I chuckled bending down and placed my lips on his. He kissed back with more passion causing me to let out a moan. His hand tightened on my hip as he asked for entrance, but before he could I broke the kiss.
“You have an interview. Better not start something we can’t finish.” I said getting off of him and making my way to the restroom.
I went to the shower and turned on the water, making sure it was hot enough. When I turned around Shawn was behind me with a smile on his face.
“Who said we couldn’t finish it?” He asked with a mischievous smile. I know what that means.
“Shawn, no we can’t. You need to get ready. Andrew already thinks that we’re rabbits in another life.” I said placing my hands on Shawn’s firm chest as he nibbled at my neck. I bite my lip as he grazed over my soft spot.
“Who knows we might be.” He whispered sucking on the spot just under my ear, making my jaw drop. He knows that if he goes there, I’m practically putty in his hands. He pulls me closer, till our naked bodies are pressed against each other. He starts to suck harder.
“Shawn.” I moan.
“Shh.” He says, tapping the back of my thigh. I jumped, giving in as he stepped into the shower with me in his arms. He brought his lips to mine as he pressed me up against the tile wall. The kiss was extremely passionate and heated. I deepened the kiss as he ran his hand up my leg. He set me down and I pushed him up against the wall. A smirk appeared on his face.
I started to kiss his neck and moved down until I was at his abs. He looked down at me, his breath hitching as I licked every ab muscle slowly. He cursed under his breath as I continued down. I grasped him in my hand and started to pump him slowly. Shawn hisses and throws his head back.
“Y/n.” He moans. I start to pump faster. He twitches in my hand. “Baby don’t stop. Please.” Soon Shawn releases on my hand. I stand up and lick his juices off my hand. He turns me around and presses me into him with a throaty grunt, turning me on. He trails his hand down my stomach, making me shiver. He then starts to rub me at a steady pace. I winced slightly.
“Shawn, I’m sore.” I moaned as he kissed my neck. Suddenly, he stuck 2 fingers in me with no warning. My jaw dropped as I held back a moan.
“Baby you don’t know sore yet.” He whispered. With that, He went deeper Causing me to press into him. He let out a grunt. My breathing quickened as he curled his fingers, making me practically scream out in pleasure. “Found it.” He starts to speed it up and my legs start to shake, I’ve never felt so much pleasure at one time before. I can’t even think straight. Before I know it, my high washed over me, my legs feeling weak. Shawn wrapped his arm around me before I collapsed to the ground. He carried me out of the shower and laid me on the bed.
“Now you’re going to be sore.” he stated kneling beside the bed.
“I hate you so much right now.” I panted, causing Shawn to laugh.
Seokjin- Agrees to wear three inch heels and a corset with his jeans if it means he can sit on top of their float and wave the whole time. Looks fucking amazing and rubs it in everyone’s face, both as a group and at least once to each as an individual. Wins an award he didn’t know he was up for. Gets hit on by half a dozen people and has no idea until Namjoon tells him the following day. Buys everyone a water and a souvenir. Gets himself a sparkly pink button that just says “Princess Bitch” on it. Brings up every embarrassing thing he witnesses of the other members at every opportunity for three weeks.
Yoongi- Wears exactly what he always wears, but with a tiny rainbow sticker on his cheek. Complains about the glitter. Complains about the noise. Complains about the walking. Stops complaining when Hoseok kisses him on the mouth. It doesn’t mean anything, but upon shutting up Yoongi entwines his fingers with Hobi and smiles along with him the rest of the night. Gets a button with the date and “PRIDE” on it. Later discovered that a picture of him and Hoseok kissing made it across half the internet and into three newspapers. Can’t explain how he finds 30 condoms in his pockets the next day. Vows to never go again.
Hoseok- Puts rainbow chalk in his hair and paints his face. Takes off his shirt and writes FREE HUGS on his chest in rainbow. Beats personal hug record, including every single person with a sign apologizing for their past homophobia. Kisses yoongi on the lips to shut him up, fully aware that they’re right in front of Jungkook’s camera. Engages in an extremely sexual dance off with a guy from the gay rodeo and gets his number. Steps away for ten minutes to help a family marching nearby with their grumpy child by carrying it on his shoulders. Gets a “look at me now” pin. Cries.
Namjoon- Wears a supportive t-shirt and rainbow suspenders and gets a rainbow flag to wear like a cape. Laughs and hides his face when Jimin grinds on him for reasons unknown. Tae tries it, too, but Namjoon is staring at Jin’s outfit and doesn’t notice. Goes to give a protestor a piece of his mind on Jungkook’s behalf, ends up hitting him on accident, tries to play it off as dancing. Loses his wallet. Gets an “all you need is love” button, which he puts on his computer bag, always wishing someone would ask where he got it. (No one ever does.)
Jimin- Black booty short, stilettos, about 40% of a shirt. Feels tall and confident. Grinds shamelessly into the air. Grinds shamelessly on Namjoon. Grinds shamelessly in the faces of the protesters. Laughs about not looking as good as Seokjin does in his corset. Briefly loses his confidence, but oh my god this is his jam and he can’t believe they actually played it can you believe it Yoongi- oh he’s occupied. Meets drag queens through Taehyung, thrilled. Lets a drunken lesbian lick his abs and leave a lipstick stain on his neck. Jealous that Yoongi got his picture in the media and he didn’t. Gets a button that says “kiss my ass” and a winky emoji.
Taehyung- Also heels and booty shorts, but his are rainbow instead of black, and he just wears a sash instead of anything remotely resembling a shirt. Make-up on point. Meets back up with some old drag queen friends, gets 8 million pictures. Holds one of every flag the whole night. His smile gets glitter in it, but he doesn’t care, because it’s his glitter. Tries to grind up against Namjoon, gets ignored. Tries to grind up against Jungkook, gets a blush and an elbow to the ribs. Grinds against protesters. Ends up putting all the flags in his back pocket so he can hold sparklers, walks so they wave. Gets a button that says “Warning: Bigots get DRAGged to hell.” Drags everyone (including Yoongi) back the following year.
Jungkook- Dressed normally, save a rainbow bandana around his neck. Lowkey checking out everyone there through his camera lens. Close to tears when he sees protester, but meets a dog and gets over it. Takes pictures of said dog, and later finds Namjoon in the background of one, hitting a protester in the face. Ignores it. Won’t stop asking what each flag means. Takes the picture of Almighty Jin that wins Jin an award. Takes a picture of Yoongi and Hoseok and kissing, shows it to Taehyung, and doesn’t understand when he starts receiving funds from newspapers over the copyright. Ends up a hundred dollars and 16 dog pictures richer. Gets a button that says “I Survived PRIDE” but still wonders how every time he sees a rainbow.
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*JK! Nothing is free in life DUH. You still need to buy the bon voyage package, the coming albums and all the merch Big-gonna-make-it-rain-Hit will be throwing at you but you will love being broke (you will cry from joy, I promise) because they are selling you the most important thing in life that no money but this money can buy: HAPPINESS for so cheap.
Summary: Stiles attends Lydia’s wedding only after five years of graduating from college. (Y/N) came as a plus one, but couldn’t stand her date. When the two miserable adults meet; sparks.. and champagne flies.
Prompt: This was originally meant to be the wedding singer but I remembered reading a Stiles (or Dylan) imagine similar to it so I changed it - so if that is a prompt, there you go!
A/N: Requests are open, feel free to request anything from smutty to fluffy *Wink, wink* ***Smut, intoxication etcccc
Stiles stared up at the main table, a beer resting in the palm of his hand. Her grin lit the whole place up, but Stiles couldn’t deny the burning sensation in the pit of his stomach when he realized the smile was for her new husband. He watched the love of his life get married to someone that wasn’t him.
What hurt most, was the Stiles could have said something; she came to him begging him to talk but he just huffed and walked away; running from his problems as always. He was too kind and he wasn’t blind, he knew that Lydia loved Archie just as much as Stiles loved Lydia.
Stiles had his tie undone and released one button to allow some air in, it killed him seeing all his friends congratulating Lydia and sending him smiles of pity. He groaned, chugging down the remains of his bottle before walking towards the free bar.
You stared at the miserable looking man running his hand through his hair as he wandered over to the bar. He stood out like a sore thumb; the only person in the room not screaming cheer for the newly weds. “Want a drink?” Your date, Chuck who was also the groom’s cousin, questioned but you ignored him; eyes fixated on the brown haired beauty.
Chuck groaned and left the table, mumbling profanities. You didn’t know him too well so you didn’t care what he thought; you were here for the free bar - you told him that when he chanced his arm asking you out.
A very cheesy song started playing through the speakers just as the mysterious guy turned in your direction. You weren’t too close to him but you knew he spotted you staring; with a smirk covering his face, he made his way over.
“See something you like?” He chuckled, the words seeming foreign as they left his pink perfect lips. You flickered your teeth with your tongue, sending him a wink, “Maybe.” You crossed your legs and invited him to sit down. “(Y/N).” You raised your hand, which he accepted; caressing it gently.
“Stiles, old… friend of the bride.” He responded, putting the top of the bottle to his lips. “I don’t know either, here as a plus one.” You said, holding up one finger, “And for the free bar.” You teased, taking a sip of your alcoholic beverage. He clicked his bottle against your glass, “Amen to that.”
An awkward silence hung over the pair of you, and within the five minutes; you both finished your drink. Leaning against the bar, you waved the woman over. “Two shots of your finest, please.” You sang, causing Stiles to burst out laughing. “Are you trying to be me drunk, Miss?” He teased, raising his shot glass before downing the drink. You followed his lead, cringing at the taste of the liquor pouring down your throat. “More.” You shouted, slamming the glass on the counter. “Shush,” Stiles giggled, stepping closer to you to try and mumble your laughter. You had your head buried in his chest as you tried to stop, “Two more,” Stiles motioned towards the full glasses, “One…Two….” before he could count to three, you reached up and covered his lips with yours.
Stiles stood shocked for half a second, before gripping your hips pulling you closer. You felt the heat between your lips as he squeezed the fat around your bones. The kiss was rough and desperate; the pair of you wanted nothing more than to rip each others clothes off and feel something you haven’t felt in so long. “Three,” Stiles whispered, pulling away and grabbing your hand; dragging you through the crowd of people.
You got slightly self-conscious seeing people look at you with judgemental eyes and you began to wipe your messed up lipstick off. “Don’t mind what they think,” Stiles said, looking behind him to glance at you. He pushed passed adults and children and exited the crowded room. He pushed you to a corner which was out of few of most people, he crashed his lips to yours again; his hands grabbing your face. You leaned into the kiss, wanting to feel everything; every spark, every ounce of passion. You grabbed his tie, pulling him down further. “Do…Do you have a room?” You gasped, out of breath. He nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Let’s go.” You whispered, biting his bottom lip causing him to groan.
In the elevator, neither of you could keep your hands together. You ran them over his now opened shirt, through his grown out hair and over the waist band of his boxers. You weren’t sure that you were going to make it to the room, but fortunately you did and as soon as he dragged you in, he picked you up and placed you on the bed, leaning over you.
“No way.” You mumbled, pushing him over and straddling him. “Fuck,” Stiles moaned as you nibbled the way down his neck to his chest. Licking his abs, not breaking eye contact. You opened the button to his dress pants, pulling them down and he flung them off.
You removed his boxers, his member hard already. “Shit,” you whispered, licking the top of his dick causing him to moan. You licked up and down the length, before taking him in your mouth fully and popping your head; gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. You looked up at him, seeing his head relaxing back and his eyes looking back at you. He ran his hand through your hair, getting a grip and pumping your head; up, down, up, down and he held you there for a second, before allowing you to pull away. You removed your mouth from his dick, saliva covering your mouth.
“Get on there now.” He growled, and you looked at him impressed; it turning you on more that he wanted control. You removed your dress and panties before straddling him again. You brought your lips to his ear, biting harshly; “Ready?” You teased, rubbing your clit along the tip of his cock. He mumbled an inaudible response before you sat down, his cock slowly sliding inside you. “Fuck, (Y/N).” He moaned, his hands squeezing your hips. You started to bounce, feeling confident as he moaned more and louder. “I…I don’t usually do this.” He mumbled, picking you up and dropping you on his dick again. “Shush.” You replied, smirking at him.
He sat up, you still straddling him as he gained more control of his own hips (We’ve all seen the video ;) ). He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it gently and still pumped his cock inside you. You let out a moan, feeling the warm sensation run through your whole body. “Oh my god, Stiles.” You moaned, clenching your walls around his cock as you felt yourself reach your high. “Fuck, Stiles.” You screamed, tugging at his hair as you came on top of his dick.
“Don’t stop.” Stiles begged, thrusting into you deeper and deeper as his pace fastened. You duh your fingernails into his chest; causing him to let out one last moan before you felt his cock throb inside you.
You let out a sigh, rolling off of Stiles and onto your back; facing the cream coloured ceiling.
“What a great wedding.” Stiles muttered, wiping the sweat off his forehead. You giggled, and turned into his body feeling the warmth of him.
AHH IN LOUISE'S VID WITH MARCUS THEY SEXTED THEIR FRIENDS AND FAM AND MARCUS SENT A SEXT TO DAN SAYING HE WANTED TO LICK HIS ABS AND DAN REPLIED WITH "sorry Marcus I think I've got too many calories for you to lick I wouldn't want to ruin your abs" DAN: QUEEN OF COMEDY
Heejung: “I’ve been feeling strange around Love Interest for months, I keep wanting to spend time with them and enjoy our time together more than anything. I have no idea what this is. Probably not love. Also I’m a college student on her last year”
Eri: “I don’t dislike physical affection but everytime it happens I act confused and embarrassed, even in private. I never initiate anything.”
MC: “I wanna lick Zen’s abs” “I want Jumin to tie me up” (To Jumin) “I want to do *** with *** while doing ***” “I want Seven to be rough with me” “Zen/Seven, come to the bed with me!” “What if I don’t wanna pull my skirt back down?” “*Tempts Zen*”
Hi, can you do a hc about the rfa (and v and saeran, if you write about them) on a mc that they have met before when she was drunk and was flirting with them really smoothly? And then the storylines happens and she doesn't remember them but they do?
(*´ω｀*) np! I wonder if I’d flirt when drunk….So far when I’m tipsy I just get really stubborn. I think the RFA would have a handful dealin with me, haha!
-When he finally met you in person, he suddenly realized why your voice seemed so familiar.
-You were that chick from about a month back!
-But…You didn’t seem embarrassed? You just smiled and joked just like you did on the chat (albeit with a bit more blushing). Did you even remember?
-He sure did. He remembered just hanging out with his fellow co-actors, just relaxing at a local bar he enjoyed and having a few beers. He was used to women coming up to him and trying to flirt, but uh…Not drunk women who didn’t realize who he was.
-”You- You know? You look a LOT, like a LOT, like this actor guy dude from the local theater. God, you should just see that dude. His name is? Is uh. Zenny? Something I can’t fucking, remember…But god I’d lick his abs, he’s so handsome. You look like that guy man! That cool guy. That beautiful dude.”
-Oh my god. He felt so fucking embarrassed for you. You just kept going and going, not realizing the whole time, until your friends finally dragged you back home.
-He thought of that scene a few times, but oh my god, your friends never told you? (GOOD FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS)
-He decided NOT to bring it up then, not when the two of you were finally meeting in person for the second first time.
-(A few weeks later, he finally brought it up. Your face was so red as you called your friends for confirmation. When they finally admitted what had happened, you just stood in embarrassed Shock. Until Zen finally admitted you were the one girl who managed to flirt with him at a bar and he actually got interested in you.)
-Jumin had given her so ‘free’ time. Which was, of course, allowing her to go on a wine tasting event with him. It was a bit better than working (and he’d probably have her set up a few meetings anyway), so she agreed.
-She didn’t drink often, but she could see how some lightweights could become overwhelmed with the all the samples.
-At least, that’s the excuse she came up for you. God, as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she instantly remembered how drunk you had gotten at that simple wine tasting event. But you didn’t remember her? It stung a little, but you were…Very. Very drunk.
-She remembered you trying to casually walk towards her. She thought you were wanting to talk to her about Jumin, praying that it wasn’t about how you could get a date with him. But when you slid your arm around hers and slurred, she nearly had her heart stop.
-”You-You are literally the only pretty person here. These dudes are so uuugly. Oh my god, how come rich guys can’t even look decent half the time. Do you like girls? I like girls. I’m a girl. You’re a girl. Lets. Lets hang out. Blow this popsicle stands. We’ll have fun.”
-When security dragged you away (Jumin’s doing, with light murmurs of complaints from him), Jaehee had to try her best not to blush and laugh.
-You were cute, but oh my god she had never been flirted with like that.
-As the two of you started dating, she never, ever mentioned it. Not until about a year later after a night you had gotten tipsy again, and thankfully you two just laughed together about it.
-As soon as he heard you voice, he knew it was familiar. A nice one, something that didn’t urk him that much.
-Seeing you in person made him immediately want to ban all wine from the RFA party. How you were so shameless he never understood.
-A few months back, he had attended an event that allowed for extra guests to be brought. He didn’t really remember which one. He had went to so many they just blurred together at times.
-He did, however, remember clearly of a drunken woman suddenly grasping his arm. He immediately was annoyed, thinking it was some other woman who had tried flirting with him earlier, but when it was someone new, he gave you a moment to talk.
- “These rich dudes are so. Boring. Are you boring too? You look cool. You look…Cool. Not borin’. Not borin’ at alllllll. Do you wanna be not boring together? Like. The dude who brought me doesn’t even know where I am. Fuck em. Fuck em all. I’d even fuck you if you’d lemme.”
-Oh my god.
-Security had came and gotten you later, and he just sighed and fixed his sleeve. He thought you were ridiculous.
-So at the RFA party, when you said you were introducing yourself the first time, he called you out on it. It wasn’t the first time you two had met.
-He ended up going in full detail, exactly what you said, how your hair was messed up, how everything about you was just. Embarrassing.
-Your first RFA party was filled with many embarrassing moments after that, especially from a teasing Seven.
-He was just hanging out with Zen when the drunk you came sauntering up, looking strangely confident and slightly confused.
-He almost pulled his phone out, getting ready to film what was possibly Zen’s most embarrassing moment.
-Instead, his hands froze when you passed by Zen and went directly to him.
-“You’re. You’re weird lookin. Not in a bad way though. Like. You look weird but cool. Cute. Yeaaah. I like redheads. Are you into girls? Or guys? Because i wanna. I wanna take ya out.”
-Omg. He was dying. He never really had this happen before, and Zen’s shocked expression was totally worth it.
-Before he could give you a reply, your friends finally found you and pulled you away while spouting apologies.
-So when he found out exactly who you were when he did his background check, he laughed so hard
-He wouldn’t bring it up with the others around (Maybe Zen), but he’d tease the FUCK outta you about it.
-“I guess you got what you wanted, huh?”
-Poor baby. He’d NEVER bring it up to you, except on his deathbed.
-He had finally agreed to go to the bar Zen wanted to take him to. He was a bit nervous because of how often he was being carded. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking!!
-Of course, to make matters worse, there were girls flirting with Zen constantly. He was just here as a third wheel!
-He watched as another girl kinda. Stumbled over to Zen. Great. He couldn’t even have drunk girls- Oh god she was going to him, not Zen!
-“Heyaaa, cutie? You’re preeeetty young, huh? Barely able to get in here huh? Hahaha.. but you’re so so cute. Hey, cutie, gimme your phone number! I’ll be your girlfriend!”
-Oh my god. Oh. My god. He was mortified. Even Zen was watching! Oh my god.
-Before he could gather the courage to respond, he saw a few girls come and drag you away, full of scolding and giggles.
-That night, Zen just laughed and patted your back.
-Of course Zen wasn’t laughing now as Yoosung kissed you, vowing to keep that memory to himself.
-(Until Zen told you literally a day later)
-V didn’t really go to bars or anything of the sort. But when he visited exhibitions, especially ones he was also featured in, they tended to offer wine to drink.
-Unfortunately, not everyone could hold their alcohol.
-He watched a woman stumble a bit, quietly murmuring to several different pictures.
-Eventually she made over to where he was standing.
- “God. I love this one. This. This is a good one. Better than the others. Wait. No, that’s mean. Those are good too. But this one, this one is like. Good good.”
-Oh god. He was trying his best not to laugh. He decided to stand beside his own just in case he could answer questions, or interest people in more of his works. He was not expecting this.
- “But man. This guy has to be sooo fun to be with. I’d love to date this guy! Have coffee! Talk about. Flowers and shit. God, I’d probably sleep with him too.”
- Wow?? He didn’t even know how to respond. So… He didn’t. He watched you sleepily study his picture and… Walk away.
-Flash to him finally meeting you after the RFA party, and you didn’t seem to remember him OR his pictures at all.
-He worried a bit if his pictures just didn’t last well in people, but when you looked as if you never saw them, he concluded maybe you just didn’t remember that day whatsoever.
-Later on, when you two had been together, he always kept you away from the wine at his exhibits. When you questioned him about this, he finally told you about the first time he met you.
-Needless to say, you never drank at exhibitions ever again
-The first time he met you, before the whole RFA mess, was at a bar.
-Needless to say, he pegged you as a target before you really said anything.
-He had watched you from a corner, just basically watching everyone. He was just trying to see what the fuss was about with bars.
-The drunks were annoying. And stupid. Annoyingly stupid.
-But… He wasn’t expecting a decent looking one come to him and try hitting on him.
-He watched, slightly amused, as you stumbled over your words.
-“You’re a little black parade looking punk, aren’t you? Lookin. All tough. And like a punk. Very punky. Can I sit with you, punk? You’re. Cute punk. Yeah! I like punk stuff too, imma even gonna get this badass tattoo one day, man! Whoop!”
-He didn’t even manage to give a response before you sat down and promptly conked the fuck out.
-He didn’t really know what to do, and since he didn’t feel like getting mixed up in anything, he left the bar before any of your friends could question him.
-So when the two of you finally met in person, and you introduced himself, he just laughed for a while.
-“Do you not remember me?”
-After a brief explanation, he ended up laughing for a looong time with how red you had gotten. He actually joined Seven in teasing you.