elevate-myself

A Way to You Again: Part 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mild Violence, Language

Word Count: 1570

Part One

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: 500 follower celebration! Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s coming out in multiple parts – I seriously can’t write anything short! 

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Originally posted by spiderliliez

Originally posted by natpekis

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

I woke up the following morning and stretched lazily. When my fingers didn’t find Bucky’s body beside mine I peaked through my lashes – a sudden surge of disappointment running through my body. I spied a note on the nightstand and stretched my arm out to grab it. It was written in Bucky’s hand – and hastily. “Y/N – Have a mission with Steve and Sam. Will take a few days at least. Didn’t want to wake you – B” I laid back down with a huff. I wished he had woken me up, but it didn’t matter now.

I rolled out of bed and headed to the shower where I quickly rinsed off. As I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt I wondered to myself if Nat would be up for a workout this early in the morning. I decided that it was worth a shot and made my way out of my room and down the hallway as I pulled my wet hair into a messy bun. Once I reached Nat’s door I knocked and waited for an answer. When she opened the door she seemed surprised – I was obviously not the person she was expecting which seemed odd since we were close friends. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the gym with me?” I asked casually. For some reason her reaction was really rubbing me the wrong way.

“Um… yeah… sure. Let me just grab my things really quick,” she had a hard time faking her enthusiasm as she answered but quickly grabbed her things and followed me down the hallway to the elevator. I sighed to myself internally – I was already regretting asking her to come with me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was wrong with our interactions, but they made me feel uneasy.

We entered the gym and headed towards the mat. Nat and I were about neck-in-neck on our hand-to-hand combat and only ever trained with each other because of it. As we started sparring she broke from me and danced around the mat. “So you and Barnes?” She tried to ask it casually, but I could immediately tell it was forced.

I sighed heavily. “Listen Nat, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it. We agreed to not tell anyone – Steve didn’t even know. We wanted to test it out, before… well you know…” I shrugged awkwardly. This was definitely not what I had in mind when I had asked her to come with me.

We lapsed into silence as we continued our sparring. I noticed that Nat wasn’t pulling her punches like usual. “How long have you?” She asked – cocking an eyebrow is question.

“How long have we what? Been whatever we are or been sleeping with each other?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips. I was getting more than annoyed with her sudden interrogation with each passing second. “We’ve been spending time together for the last five months. We slept together for the first time last night,” I answered bluntly.

“Interesting,” she responded before jumping out of the way of one of my kicks and returning a roundhouse kick that connected squarely with my stomach – knocking the air from my lungs.

“What the fuck, Nat?” I asked angrily as I remained bent over – trying to catch my breath.

“I guess I’m just surprised is all – seeing as we were supposed to be friends,” she added angrily as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” I shouted. I had finally caught my breath and I was angry as hell at the way she was acting.

“You know… I mean I never told you that Bucky and I had a thing, but I assumed when he told you that you wouldn’t have pursued it any further without talking to me. I guess I thought too much of you.” I was completely caught off guard. I had never known about them. Nat must have read my reaction pretty clearly. “Ah,” she smirked. “It’s because he didn’t tell you. Let me guess – you both agreed you weren’t going to tell anyone because you didn’t want to mess up the group dynamic so you kept it a secret, and he never really indicated when you would actually tell any of us? He’d wait until we were all asleep before sneaking into your room, and he’d leave before any of us woke up? Sound familiar?” she asked angrily. I had never seen this side of her before – she was being cruel and she was enjoying it. When I didn’t answer she smirked to herself again. “I wondered why he had stopped visiting me late at night…. Now that I think about it… it stopped about five months ago. He would never explain himself when I asked… I guess it makes perfect sense now. I’m sure he regretted not being able to have sex for five months though.”

She had finally gone too far. Her initial comments had thrown me off balance, but now her hostility and cruelty had caused something to snap inside of me. I had always been the calm, and silent one – never to raise her voice in a time of stress. I think that is what caused her look of surprise when my fist connected squarely with her nose causing a sickening crack which signaled the gushing of blood from it.

“Fuck you,” I mumbled as I turned on my heel and stormed to the elevator.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I knew for certain that I needed to get the fuck out of the tower…. And it needed to happen as soon as possible.


I wiped the tears from my face as I hastily packed my bags. Why hadn’t he told me? Probably because he knew I would wonder if the same thing that happened to Nat would happen to me. Or was he still seeing her when he started pursuing me? My heart sank at the thought. I had been so happy last night – so relieved that the truth was finally in the open and we didn’t have to hide it. In reality, Bucky and I had never said that we were in a relationship… It had just been implied to me. “You fucking idiot,” I muttered to myself. Why had I thought that this would work? I was just the shiny new girl on the team – eventually he would get bored with me and find someone new or go back to Nat – I couldn’t compete with her in a million years. I felt sick to my stomach. I had realized I was falling in love with Bucky months ago, but I didn’t really admit it to myself openly until last night when I thought it had been safe to do so. I grabbed my bags angrily from my bed, and left my room – slamming the door behind me.

As the elevator opened to the parking garage I knew exactly where I was going. My parents had had a small cottage on the edge of a tiny coastal town in Maine. They had left it to me when they had died. For years before I had joined the Avengers I had found solace in my visits there. It would put distance between Bucky, and I – giving me time to think. No one in the group really knew about it so I wouldn’t have to worry about someone from the team knocking at my door. As I pulled out of the parking garage and onto the busy New York streets I was desperate to get as many miles as I could between me and the people I thought were my new family.


My phone buzzed in the passenger seat as I drove out of New York City. I picked it up hastily to see “STARK” illuminating the screen. My immediate impulse was to ignore it – I really didn’t want to talk to anyone, but I knew if I didn’t answer Tony would be persistent in tracking me down and showing up unannounced and unwelcome. It was the Stark way. I slid my finger across the screen and held the phone to my ear.

“What Stark?” I tried to ask it casually, but it came out too forced. It was obvious that I was upset. I had never been great at hiding my emotions when I actually managed to get angry.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked casually.

“Driving,” I answered curtly.

“Where ya going?”

“Tony… I just need a few days to myself. I promise I will keep a low profile and stay out of trouble,” I felt like a kid trying to plead with my parents again. Part of me was annoyed, but part of me was relieved that someone cared enough to ask.

Tony let out an exasperated sigh on the other end. “Fine… Fine… just let me know if you need anything kid. We’ll see you in a few days,” he replied before hanging up.

I sighed completely relieved. It would buy me some time to be away without the constant barrage of Tony Stark’s questions. It left one last phone conversation to have before turning off my phone. I dialed the number and waited patiently until I heard the familiar voice.

“I need you – can you meet me at the cottage?” I asked nervously.


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My Basty Bear

A/N: Hey guys! In celebration of my blog reaching to over 100 followers (author’s mind is blown), I decided to write out this one shot! I wanted to post another one I made of Sebastian Stan, but since this is a bit special, I made a different one. I hope you guys enjoy it! (I apologize for any grammar mistakes in my story) 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Language, angst, fluff
Word count: 6,300
Summary: Reader has a habit of coming home late because of her love for painting. Unfortunately, that also starts to raise Sebastian’s suspicions of her habits. 

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The music blasts through my earphones as I move the messy sponge along the canvas in rough dabs. I dip the edge of the sponge into the black paint before blending the colours into the canvas. I hum to the music, bopping my head back and forth. I was lost in this canvas. Nothing else matters right now.

I stare at the piece for a while before deciding to fix another area that I don’t think looks convincing enough. My favourite song comes along and I can’t resist it. I set the palette and sponge down to dance in place. I move my body around to the beat as I sing along out loud.

This is the norm for me. Singing, dancing and painting all at the same time. I was alone in my studio after all. I’m doing a painting for Sebastian for our anniversary gift. I want it to be perfect.

I do a quick spin to the music. I catch a glimpse of the large clock on the wall. My eyes widen and I stop immediately. I stare at the clock carefully. 8:23. I look through the window and sure enough, it was dark outside. I let out a gasp before quickly clean myself up. I wash out the brushes, palettes and sponge and cover up the canvas.

I store it into the storage room before locking it up tight. I lock up my studio room and run down the hallway. I’m so late. Sebastian would be home any minute and I haven’t made dinner. Argh, this is why I shouldn’t paint without someone there with me to remind me of the time. I always just lose myself in paintings for hours on end.

When I arrived at our apartment, it was brightly lit. I smell something delicious cooking in the kitchen. Great… he’s home. My heart aches. I feel a little terrible for doing this, possibly, the hundredth time to him.

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[request] [scenario] destination, seoul

5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 
13: “Kiss me.” 

((this was written in one sitting which is an aCTUAL MIRACLE)) requested by @wow-v0gue

Title: destination, seoul

Member: jisoo ft. seventeen (mostly hansol) 

Genre: angst if u squint // happy end // fluff 

Word count: 1845

“You told him you weren’t going to visit - let alone move here,” Hansol scowls, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack nervously. He wore a mask, hat, and sunglasses, but his disguise is what made him more suspicious. He fastens his pace, causing your slow walk to turn into a jog.

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Joker Imagine - ‘Just Kill Me!’ PART 2

Part 1 here


Originally posted by suicidesquadsource

Originally posted by relationshipaims

WARNING: Smut

Your P.O.V.

The next day I woke up alone in our bed. The other side of the bed was still a little warm so I knew J hadn’t been up for long. I yawned and sat up, but stopped in my tracks as I felt a paint in my ribs. ‘’Ouch’’ I mumbled, knowing immediately that a bone must have been broken. I got out of bed and made the bed before getting dressed. I was wearing a silky nightgown and that’s all. I fluffed the pillows and then made sure everything was neat.

I got in the bathroom and washed my face. As I started to brush my teeth and put on make-up, I thought about yesterday. What a horrible day. J promised to not hurt me again and I really wished with all my heart that he wouldn’t. I was terrified.After a long bath and being kissed all over, he ordered some pizza for us. The rest of the day was ok.

Fifteen minutes later I was done with my makeup and I changed my clothes.  J was probably two floors down with his henchmen, planning the next mission. I was still not sure whether I could come or not. But based on his anger yesterday, I doubted it and I wouldn’t even ask.

Another ten minutes later I was dressed in red underwear, black jeans and a blue button up shirt of his. His shirts were comfier than mine , at least at home. I walked out of our penthouse and got into the elevator. As I saw myself in the mirror, I realized that the bruise on my jaw was still visible from under the foundation. ‘’Oh well..’’ I sighed just as the doors slid open. His henchmen were around computers and some of the offices were taken. I walked further inside and tried to find my J.

Instead of finding Joker, I saw Frost by a group of henchmen. I felt like I had to apologize to him sooner or later, even tho I couldn’t remember quite what I did wrong. Just then I heard J’s angry voice. I followed it and stayed behind a corner where I saw him in front of about 10 of his men. 

‘’If I see that one of you do that again, I will put a bullet through your fucking head!’’ He snarled angrily at them. My heart started to beat harder in my chest even tho he wasn’t yelling at me. The henchmen nodded and some said ‘yes sir’ or ‘yes boss’ in fear. Everyone feared Mr.J. Even Batsy even tho he tried not to show it.

‘’Oh and one more thing’’ J suddenly remembered and walked towards the corner where I was. I literally held my breath so he wouldn’t notice me. I watched as he got in front of a dark haired guy. J smiled evilly and I recognized that smile. It was a smile you didn’t want to see, because nothing good ever followed afterwards. ‘’I know how you looked at my girlfriend yesterday during mission’’ J told him, making a shiver run down my spine.

‘’Boss I-I didn’t..’’ He defended himself with a stuttering voice. ‘’Oh’’ J fake pouted and grabbed his gun from his silver jacket. I watched as he pressed it against the man’s abdomen. ‘’You tried to distract her didn’t ya? It’s you who wanted her to fail..’’ He growled deeply, raising the gun up until he was pointing at his head. ‘’No boss, I didn’t’’ The guy gulped, but even I could hear it was a lie.

‘’Oh such a shame..’’ J sighed and pulled the trigger. I had never startled from a gun before, but suddenly my heart jumped to my throat and a flashback of him hitting me flashed before my eyes. I saw the guy fall dead on the ground and blood pooling on the hardwood floor.

‘’To the others, don’t ever mess with Y/N’’ J warned them,but I was too shocked to focus. I could literally see him hitting me again and again and again. Before he could find me, I hurried back to the elevator. I pressed the button to get on the 30th floor which was our penthouse. Just as I thought the doors would shut, J stepped in. ‘’Oh you’re awake’’He noticed and smiled.

‘’Yeah, I was..looking for you’’ I said nervously, ignoring the fact that I had seen him kill the guy and that I had a flashback. ‘’You found me’’ He chirped and then the elevator shut and went up. ‘’Y-yeah..’’ I mumbled quietly.Fuck it, I was a bad liar sometimes. But J didn’t question me. I saw that he raised his arm and it caused me to flinch. I raised my arms in front of my face and shut my eyes tightly. My muscles grew tense and my breath hitched in my throat as I waited for a hit.

‘’Sorry! Sorry..I didn’t mean to lie!’’ I whimpered and my knees started trembling. ‘’Y/N..’’ J said my name sadly. I gritted my teeth nervously and peeked at him between my arms. He looked sad, not angry or shocked, just really sad. ‘’I wasn’t going to hit you’’ He told me with a broken voice. Oops. I lowered my arms and then bit the inside of my cheek. The elevator doors opened, but he didn’t walk out. ‘’Did you think that babe?’’ He whispered and slowly moved his hand on my shoulder.

A blush spread on my face from embarrassment. ‘’Sorry J’’ I apologized and felt uncomfortable. Why would I do that? ‘’Don’t be..’’ He sighed and then walked into our penthouse. I followed him and stayed quiet. Just as he shut the front door, he spoke again. ‘’What were you saying in the elevator?’’ He asked me and walked to the kitchen. I followed him a little nervously. Would he be mad again? I guess I just had to find out.

‘’I saw that you shot him..’’I admitted and then played with the hem of the shirt I was wearing. J faced me quietly and it made my heart beat harder and I hated it. I hated to be scared of him. ‘’Good. At least I don’t have to tell it to you’’ He said rather calmly which surprised me. ‘’Are you sure you’re ok with it?’’ I looked up to him in surprise. 

His red lips curved into a sweet smile. ‘’Yes doll’’ He purred and suddenly I felt his hands on my hips. ‘’Relax babe’’ He told me, probably noticing that my soul nearly jumped out of my body whenever he moved. ‘’I’m trying’’ I admitted shyly and looked away. Usually I was carefree and hyper around J. He probably hated me like this which made me feel more of a bother.

‘’Let me make you feel good..’’ He whispered into my ear and suddenly pressed his crotch against mine. My eyes widened and I was sure I was blushing. ‘’Okay babe?’’ He asked me and rubbed my back. Holy shit he was hot when he spoke like that. I nodded and let him lift me onto the kitchen island so I was sitting on it. I wrapped my legs around him and then kissed his red lips. J kissed me warmly and was quick to push his tongue into my mouth. I could kiss him until I’d choke because these moments were somehow rare but so amazing.

J touched my body softly and started to unbutton the shirt while his lips were devouring mine.His warm kiss made me relax and melt onto him. ‘’You have the sweetest lips doll’’ He let me know and then threw the blue shirt on the kitchen floor. Then he unbuttoned my pants and dragged them off. ‘’Eager much?’’ I smiled and looked into his darkened eyes. ‘’I’m hungry’’ He told me raspily and I swear it was the hottest thing. I nearly came at the sight of him being horny.

His fingers hooked around my red panties and he pulled them off. I kicked them on the kitchen floor and then laid down on the kitchen island. J sat down on a stool and wrapped his arms around my legs. ‘’You’re so wet doll’’ He let me know raspily and then kissed my thigh. ‘’Don’t tease’’ I begged, really eager to feel his mouth do the magic on me.

Suddenly J pressed his warm mouth on my wet pussy and licked up from my slit so he could taste me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head from the pleasure I hadn’t felt in a few weeks now. Foreplay had stayed aside lately which was kinda sad. ‘’So good’’ He purred and pressed his tongue on my clit. It felt so good.

‘’Yes J..’’ I moaned as he started to eat me out real good. He pushed his face closer to me and gently nibbled on my sensitive nub. I moved my hands to his hair which I usually wasn’t allowed to do. The only time I could mess with his green hair was when he was between my legs. J pushed his long tongue inside of me, spreading my soft walls a little bit. Then he started to push his tongue in and out of me, making pleasure build up in me.

‘’Fuck yeah’’ I purred happily and bucked my hips against his face while pushing him closer by his hair. I was so fucking sensitive so it felt ten times better. Each time he did a little rougher move, I bucked my hips and moaned louder. After a while he pulled back and I looked down at him. His face was glistening because of my arousal. He was smiling and looking at me darkly because he was so lustful. 

‘’Boss are you here?’’ Someone yelled from behind the door. ‘’Yes and I’m busy’’ He shouted back and suddenly pushed two fingers inside of me, making me gasp in surprise. I had to cover my mouth with my hand so the man behind the door couldn’t hear me. ‘’How long?’’ He asked J. Joker started to fingerfuck me roughly, pushing his fingers deep inside of me each time. I could hear my wetness as he fingered me. It felt so good that it was nearly impossible to shut up.

‘’Twenty minutes or something’’ J informed the guy and came closer to me. As he fingered me with his long fingers, he pressed his warm mouth on my throbbing clit. That’s it. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I felt like heaven. I knew the man had heard us, but I didn’t care anymore. An orgasm was building up inside of me and J pushed me closer each time he touched my G-spot.

‘’Fuck J!’’ I moaned loudly and wanted more. He licked and sucked on my clit and then pushed a third finger inside of my tightness. First it hurt a tiny bit, but pleasure took over quickly. He used his other arm to keep my hips down so I couldn’t squirm if it got a little too much. ‘’Come for me baby’’ He encouraged me and then looked up to me while eating me and fingering me.

I held my breath and then let go. A powerful orgasm hit my like a brick wall and I yelled out his name in pure pleasure. My walls tightened around his fingers ,yet he didn’t stop. ‘’J!’’ I whimpered and tried to wiggle away because I was so sensitive. Every little touch made me jump, but he kept me down. ‘’Relax’’ He told me darkly and continued licking my clit. I couldn’t even breathe properly.

‘’Fuck fuck fuck’’ I grunted and tried to handle the pleasure that was overwhelming me. My vision got a little blurry, but I managed it. Since he never stopped, it didn’t take long for a second orgasm to come closer. ‘’J..Oh..fuck’’ I whimpered and tugged his hair. My other orgasm came out of the blue, numbing all my other senses but the ability to feel. As the pleasure rolled on my body, my legs started to shake and my head fell back in pure pleasure.

I swear I could see stars.

J pulled out his fingers and I felt something wet. He started licking my pussy hungrily, making me whimper because I was still sensitive. This really drained my energy a little bit. ‘’You taste delicious’’ He let me know while finishing me up. My body was taken over by the pleasure and sensitivity of two mind blowing orgasms. J noticed and stood up. ‘’Aw baby..do you feel good?’’ He asked me and helped me to sit. I squeezed my legs together and leaned against his chest while catching my breath.

‘’Mhhmm’’ I tried to mumble a yes. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. ‘’You squirted babe’’ He whispered proudly while holding me. A blush spread on my face, but I didn’t really mind. He did it to me. ‘’The others heard us’’ I reminded him. ‘’So what? At least they know that you’re mine doll’’ 

Taxi

When two strangers share a taxi ride.

Warning: Smut, Strong Language


I stepped out of the office, my cheeks growing cold as the night air hit them. I wrapped my scarf around my neck, and tried to cover as much of my neck as possible. I walked to the curb of the sidewalk and stuffed one hand in my coat pocket as the other started to wave down taxies. Multiple had passed me and I put my arm down as it started to cramp. I sighed, and pulled out my phone. 9:47 pm it said. 

I put my phone away and blew warm air into my hands trying to regain warmth any way I could. I began to stick my hand out again when someone stood right next to me. I saw their hand go up too and rolled my eyes. This street is so long, why did he have to stand right here. 

“Excuse me,” I said kindly, turning to face the stranger. He turned to look at me, and for a moment I forgot what I was going to say. He had piercing dark eyes, dark hair that was neatly parted in the middle but still messy, and plump, pink lips. The angles on his face made him look like he was molded from clay, and a couple earrings hung from his lobes. He was beautiful.

I cleared my throat after realizing I had been staring. 

“I’m not trying to be rude, but-”

“You would like me to move further down so that I don’t steal a taxi ride from you?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Uhm, yeah. It’s just that I’m really cold and have been working all day and really just want to go home and I haven’t been able to get a taxi for ten minutes and I have files I have to go over at home and I still have to eat dinner and-”

“You sound stressed out,” he said, sticking his hand back out. Could he quit interrupting me?

“Which is exactly why you should move so that I can get my taxi.”

“But this is the best place to catch them,” he whined, looking at me again. I obviously knew that or else I wouldn’t be standing here.

As I was about to retort, a taxi pulled up right in front of us. He looked at me, and started to walk toward the car. My eyes went wide, not believing that he was about to steal this taxi from me.

“Since I was the one who waved this one down, I’m going to get in. Thank you for the idle chat, though. Was the most fun I’ve had in a while,” he winked, and opened the car door.

“I-I’m,” I didn’t even know what to say. Who knew how much longer it would take to get another taxi? I was sure my lips had turned blue from the cold and I couldn’t stop shivering. I was going to catch a cold! Before I could rethink my actions, I ran around to the other side of the taxi and hopped in. I shut the door and put on my seat belt, unraveling my scarf from around my neck. I put my head back on the head rest and let the cars heater engulf me with it’s warmth.

I felt eyes on me and opened my own. I looked to the other side of the car and saw the stranger staring at me.

“Are you going to get in the car or just stare at me the whole time?” I asked, my patience at an all time low.

“Can’t I do both?” He asked, finally closing the car door. I rolled my eyes and got comfortable. It would take at least twenty minutes to get back to my apartment. 

“Where to?” The driver asked, and I gave him my address.

“I’m Yuta, by the way,” he said, extending his hand. I shook it, his rough fingers feeling good on my soft ones. “I’m Y/N,” I said, locking eyes with him. We stared at each other as our hands stayed in each others. Those mere five seconds that felt like five minutes were over when a car honked, startling us. I felt my cheeks heat up, and put my hands between my legs. Why am I feeling this way? I thought. I could feel myself heating up down there and didn’t know how to stop it. To be fair, it had been a few months since I had gotten laid, considering my last boyfriend cheated on me. Yuta’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and brought my attention back to him.

“What do you do?” He asked. 

“I work for a law firm,” I said, smiling at him. He smiled back, seeming genuinely interested in what I was telling him.

“Wow, smart and beautiful. I am a lucky man,” he chuckled, his eyes back on mine. His already dark iris’s seemed to get even deeper. Was it lust? 

“What about you?” I asked. 

“I teach dance class,” he said, scratching the back of his head. Now that I look at him, I could see him doing it. He was wearing joggers and a t-shirt, meanwhile I was wearing slacks and a button up shirt. 

“That seems fun. I wish I could dance,” I said, remembering the many times I had embarrassed myself on purpose or on accident by dancing. I felt his presence close to me, and suddenly heard him whisper, “I can teach you.”

I turned to look at him, our lips a few centimeters away from each other. It wasn’t like me to want to do anything with a  complete stranger, but he pulled me in. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and I couldn’t help the thoughts that started to run through my mind. I wanted to feel his rough fingers trail my body and get tangled in my hair, as my soft ones touched and tried to remember his body. He got closer and I could feel his breath on my lips, when the car suddenly stopped.

“We’re here,” the driver said, the amount displayed on the screen. I was about to pull out my wallet when Yuta had already handed the driver the money.

“I felt like it was the least I could do since I was a jerk earlier,” he said, smiling.

It’s now or never. I could invite him inside, or probably never see him again. Was I willing to risk the latter? Hell no.

“Do you want to-”

“Yes,” he said, already getting out of the car. I laughed to myself as I sped walk to my building. I unlocked the front door and walked through the lobby, Yuta in tow. I pushed the elevator button and felt myself get spun around by my hips. I was pushed against the wall, Yuta’s hands holding me there. His lips came to my ear, kissing it. 

“I thought you weren’t going to ask me,” he breathed out. “Me too,” I said, barely getting my voice above a whisper. The elevator doors opened and he pushed my in backwards.

“What floor?” 

“Fourth,” I said. And before I knew it, his lips finally met mine. The plump, pink lips I had been staring at were molded to mine. I had never felt this turned on or pleasured when kissing someone. His tongue found mine but it wasn’t too much. He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a moan from me.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pecking me as the doors opened. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway until we got to my door. I fumbled with the keys and couldn’t get it into the lock. Yuta’s hands covered mine. “It’s okay, take your time,” he said, his hands rubbing circles onto my hips. I tried once more and finally got the key in, swinging my door open. I dropped my purse to the floor and walked to my room, turning around once I was inside. Yuta closed the door, and walked over to me.

He hovered over me until I couldn’t back up anymore and collapsed onto the bed. He kissed me again, my hands getting tangled in his hair. He pulled back to look at me.

“Y/N, you’re so god damn beautiful,” he murmured, and kissed me again. His lips moved down to my neck, creating a love bite. He kissed my collar bones and began unbuttoning my shirt. With each one he got undone, he would kiss a new part of my skin that was revealed. He would flick his eyes up to mine every once in a while, making sure I was still watching. He finally finished with all of the buttons, and I threw my shirt onto the floor. He pulled his shirt off too, his defined stomach now in view. I ran my hands down it, causing goosebumps to rise onto his skin. His hands quickly moved to my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down my legs. He took his off too, both us just in our undergarments. He kissed me again, his hand reaching to my back to unclip off my bra.

His lips moved to my nipples, putting the right in his mouth and then the left one. I moaned and brought his face back up to meet mine. His eyes stared into mine, and I had never felt closer to anyone. 

His hands pulled my panties off, tossing them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes. His fingers met my heat, teasing me before entering. He started with two fingers, getting me used to the feeling. I moaned as my back arched, wanting more. “More,” I said. “As you wish,” he replied, sticking in another. I felt so good, this feeling being something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. “Yuta, oh my god,” I moaned, as he went faster. “I love it when you say my name,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. He stuck them into his mouth, tasting me in a new way. I could see that he was already hard as he pulled off his boxers. His cock sprung up and his his stomach. He was big. He got himself ready as he teased me by running himself up and down my folds. “Yuta, please,” I whined, causing him to smirk. “I need-” “Me?” He asked. He pushed himself into me and I felt euphoria wash over me.

“Fuck, Yuta,” I moaned as he rammed into me. 

“Y/N, fuck. You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good around me,” he moaned back. He pulled all the way out just to come back in again, his force rocking my bed. My finger nails dug into his skin as I pulled him closer.

“Yuta,” I whined again, needing him more and more. “Fuck,” he said, his arms caging my head in. He kissed me again, and started sucking on my neck. HIs member kept hitting my g-spot, causing me to moan even louder. “Say my name again,” he said looking at me. 

“Yuta,” I said, still staring at me. He took his lip between his teeth, his eyes fluttering closed. “I’m close,” I said, not knowing how much longer I could hold on.

“Me too,” he said, his thrusts still powerful. I felt my orgasm coming and moaned as it washed over me. “Yuta, oh fuck,” I said, coming down from my release. He wasn’t done yet as he was still pounding me. I could feel him get sloppy and the overstimulation was getting to me.

“Y/N, fuck. I’m cumming,” he said, releasing into the condom. He pulled out of me, taking off the condom and tossing it into the trash. He laid down next to me, stroking my hair. 

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah,” He said back.

“That was-”

“Amazing.” I stared at him, laughing. “You know you’ve been finishing my sentences all-”

“Day? I know,” he laughed back.

“You know-”

“That I’m taking you on a date tomorrow? Yes I do,” he said, winking at me. What a smooth move.

I dozed off with the thought of Yuta and nothing else on my mind, a smile on my lips until the next morning.

Put Your Money On Me (pt. 2)

Character: Jason Crouse (The Good Wife)

Word Count: 2,272

Summary: Jason and Jen flirt some more; Jen begins to realize she might already be in a little too deep.

Warnings: None

Note: I meant to make this chapter longer, but it was getting pretty long as it was, so I decided to save the rest of what I had planned for this chapter for the next part. Also, I meant to make this more of a slow burn, but… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don’t think I’m capable, y’all. I’m too thirsty for romance and Jason in general, lol.

Previous Chapters: Pt. 1

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“For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. Running day after day, piling up the races, bit by bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself. At least that’s why I’ve put in the effort day after day: to raise my own level. I’m no great runner, by any means. I’m at an ordinary – or perhaps more like mediocre – level. But that’s not the point. The point is whether or not I improved over yesterday. In long-distance running the only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.”
Haruki Murakami 

—- Sunday, September, 27th, 2015 —-

“dirt. the original proving ground.”

this weekend, with the pine tree smell of Christmas, the fallen leaves on the ground, the cold, autumn wind, and the dirt under my feet,  my overwhelming love for the trails, the mountains, and running was ever present. happiness at its finest.

tales-of-a-fallen-star  asked:

Hey hypaa, wanna help a girl out and give her some tips on how to write decent smut? (because I'm kinda dying and crying over here, it just all seems like rubbish and word vomit and ugh)

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Step 1: Cut a hole in the box Try not to overthink it or read your work until you’re done and the initial draft is out. I will either feel like trashing my shit immediately as I’m writing it if I am forced to read midway, or blue-screen myself into elevated arousal stasis if a scene is too hot (or if it involves Ignis anything). A lot of times, until it’s finished, you can’t see the work for what it truly is, and you have to let it write itself a lot.

Step 2: Put your dick in that box Evoke emotions rather than simply descriptions if you feel like your vocab is getting dry. Sex is an immersive experience that encompasses many things other than the act itself, so don’t be afraid to widen the scope the reader has with details pulled from many areas. Yeah, the dick is always gonna be good, but what are they thinking? What’s the atmosphere like? What are they seeing?

Step 3: Have her open the box Embarrassment is going to happen when writing explicit sex acts for the first time. It may not ever completely go away. So getting through writing through it will be the challenge you most likely face. But as you do, don’t shy away from details. Don’t be afraid to slow it down and capture every angle as you write debauchery in its finest. And don’t ever forget to be self-indulgent. If you can put yourself in that scene and make yourself feel what you want the reader to feel, then you know it will be good. Cause we’re all thirsty hoes.

Step 4: Beta readers. My Thot Squad baes were mine and vice versa. Get someone you can trust reading your stuff before you post it, and you’ll likely feel more confident once that’s done because someone on the outside can see and appreciate your writing in a way you cannot, and gives a fresh outlook on things.

I hope that helps you out a bit, sis! Happy thotting!
Lights On

based off this quote from Harry’s trainer bc FUKC and also based ‘Lights On’ by Shawn Mendes

WARNING: HARRY’S S/O IS PLUS SIZE and this isn’t edited so..

“I wanna love you with the lights on. Keep you up all night long. Darling I wanna see every inch of you; I get lost in the way you move.”

“What do you mean that I would ‘want to have a girl that shares what I have’? Do you not realize that when I look at you my world stops? It completely stops, even when we were talking in the hallway with your makeup all over your face, you made my world halt. There will NEVER be a girl that even holds a candle to what you have,”

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"i want a yandere girlfriend / boyfriend!"

no, you don’t. while it’s always fun and games in the fictional universe to have an eccentric, violent character, having a person who has a “yandere” personality in real life is incredibly dangerous. watching a person on screen is entirely different from having that experience in real life.

it’s not cute, it’s beyond disturbing. imagine having your favourite pet dismembered and having your name written with its blood and intestines as a “gift” to you on your bedroom wall. yes, it’s creepy, unsettling, and nauseating.

a “yandere” character in real life is a sociopathic being, a stalker, obsessively jealous, obnoxiously possessive, will physically and emotionally abuse – if not kill – you, your close friends, and/or family. it’s not OK behaviour to have by any means.

that being said, i have an undying love for characters who are mentally ill. and by undying love, i mean a soft spot for them, because a series of events caused them to be the way they are. they have had a traumatic history, and because of what they went through i cannot help but sympathize.

in the easiest example, Yuno Gasai was terribly abused by her parents, thus is the reason she is incredibly attached to Yukiteru Amano, because she felt he was the only hope in her life left. she was not treated well, and made the conclusion herself to only trust and care for him.

suffering from a mental illness myself, i can only help but try to relate to what they experience or educate myself on it. i in no way mean to fetishize any disorder. i am not an encyclopedia or psychiatrist and cannot say i know everything about certain personality traits.

in addition, i’m not trying to elevate myself in a manner that discriminates against others. i apologize if my wording presented that attitude or stigma by any means.

nonetheless, my statement still remains. romanticizing mental illness is not OK. having a person of that caliber and mindset is more than the term “terrifying”.

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KGiii, Lee, John

Lab partners with John: we will blow shit up okay
I guess trained by KG3: an annoying but comical experience
Then i guess elevator by myself bc there is no L e Ê

Apartment 5108 // 13

Apartment 5108 — ft. Oh Sehun
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language — in later chapters

Chapters
// 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12

13

Everything will be fine.

Everything will sort itself out.

Everything will be alright and I’ll be okay.

My thoughts settle onto these set of words and I repeat them in a never ending circle. They loop around my head and all the way down the length of my body because they’re my protection and have been for the majority of my life. I led a deplorable childhood—unimaginable to most. I handled it to the best of my abilities because I had no one to help me, no one to encourage me. I didn’t have a single person in my life to lean on so I was forced to rely on my words as a form of sanctuary. When I had nothing to hold onto, they gave me the scintilla of hope needed to survive. They allowed me to believe in some sort of balance. If I had to live through an unfathomable youth then there had to be an equal—there had to be a better future waiting for me in the distance. 

I thought that life was with Sehun—and for a while it was.

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Elevator To Feeling Floor *Neymar Da Silva Santos Jr. Imagine*

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~2 Years Ago

“Y/N! I’m so glad you came by I have someone I want you too meet” Shak said opening the door

I chuckled giving her a hug, “I mean it was kind of about time that I stop by, I mean I missed my boys” I said 

She chuckled and led me through the house, “Speaking of the boys where are they?” I asked

“Sasha’s sleeping and Milan is in the back with the other boys” She said

I nodded, as we made our way to the back yard she opened the door and the first thing I’d heard was Milan’s joyful laughter. I smiled, “Milan! Look Titi’s here” She said

Instantly I saw as Milan ran over and into my arms, picking him up I peppered the little boy with kiss, “Titi! Mira!” He said pointing 

I looked to where he was pointing to see someone I who I don’t have a clue as to who he was. Shakira smiled, “Hey Y/N” Gerard said giving me a hug

I hugged him back my eyes still focused on the new face, “Oh this is my teammate Neymar, Neymar this is the boys Aunt and Shak’s best friend” Gerard said introducing us

I shook his hand, but he squeezed mine hella hard. I pulled it away and he stuck his tongue out.

~Present

I sighed waiting for the elevator to ding signaling that it was ready. After a while that familiar dinging sound rung, getting on I kept my head down looking at my phone. “Hey hold the eleva-”

I knew that voice, and I so did not hold the elevator. I chuckled to myself when the doors shut, “Point Y/N” I said to myself

“Or point nobody” That snarky voice said

I rolled my eyes looking up at the face to the voice, “Damn it I wasn’t lucky” I said

Neymar rolled his eyes, “It’ll happen to you one day” He said

I gave him the side eye while I moved to the other side of the elevator. “Things like that don’t happen to pretty people” I said 

He shook his head, “And you consider yourself to be pretty?” Neymar asked 

“Yes actually I do, and so do the other men that show interest in me thank you very much” 

“You sure those men weren’t blind?”

I sighed, “You know what you-you-”

“You-You what?” Neymar asked laughing. However his laughing got cut short as the elevator stopped moving and the lights inside went off. “Did the elevator just stop?”I asked

 “Thank you Captain Obvious” 

“Ugh you’re so annoying” I said 

“And you’re not?” 

I stared at him and shook my head, “Such a short man”I muttered

Neymar stepped closer to me, basically into my bubble and up in my face, “Don’t attack my height” He said

I stared at him, “Or what?”I dared

Neymar huffed before going back over to his side of the elevator, “Of all people that I could’ve been stuck on an elevator with it just had to be you” He said outloud

I chuckled, “Do you think you’re my first pick either?”

He pulled out his phone, and groaned. “No signal”He said

I shook my head, “Did you think you were gonna get one?This is an elevator and the power just shut off “ I said

Neymar didn’t say anything and I chuckled, “Did I hurt your intelligence?” I asked

Again nothing. After a little while he sighed, “Why do you dislike me?” He asked

I looked over to him with a raised eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see it. “Excuse me?” I asked

“Why don’t you like me?”

I chuckled, “This is coming from the guy who put yogurt inside of my purse” I said 

Neymar chuckled, “Sorry about that by the way” 

I nodded, “Sure you are” 

He chuckled once more, “No really, I couldn’t find a place and Rafinha suggested to put it there” He said 

We both laughed, “I don’t not like you” I said 

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean you’re nice in a way” 

He chuckled, “So are you” 

“I know I’m nice I haven’t put yogurt anywhere in your personal items yet” I said chuckling

“I see what you did there”

I smiled, “I hoped you would” 

It went silent between the two of us for a little while before he sighed and got up moving over to sit next to me. “I-um like your hair” he said

I chuckled, “You moved over here to tell me that?” I asked

He shrugged, “That and some other things”

I shook my head at him, “ You’re something else Neymar”

Before the conversation could continue the doors to the elevator popped open, and the lights turned on. Neymar got up first helping me up, and I gave him a smile, “Thanks” 

“No problem”

“Hey! Gerard look they’re finally getting along” Shakira said

Neymar and I both looked over to the opened doors to see a smiling Shakira, Gerard rushing just in time. “Hey so when’s the wedding?” Gerard asked motioning to us

I looked at him confused until I looked down to see Neymar and I were still holding hands. We quickly released and I chuckled, “When’s yours?”Neymar asked

We both laughed, and high-fived. “Ha ha ha aren’t you two a comedic duo”

cryptidtaqii  asked:

everyone's talkin about injuries and im like: there's this hotel/restaurant in tacloban leyte called "XYZ" and i was so friggin hyped i ran straight to the elevator and almost squished myself,, i dont think anyone even noticed ;-; there was also a time where fell on rocky cement in school and my entire knee was bloody,, the wound nearly covered my whole knee but i still had to go to school the next few days so i wore a big bandage over my knee and hid it with my knee-high socks XD haha

OH DAMN for me i would walk around with a bandage everywhere my body and say “I SURVIVED IN WW2”

A Morning To Remember

Jaunting around the vastness of dawn was the best idea ever myself made. Indeed, it was my first time to take a 3-hour walk trip until the whole town got its morning glory. From dark blue to lilac, everything became so aesthetic around. The factor of the sky being so magically tangible with its glorious view of flowery clouds lighting up the whole suburbia, filtered any kinds of predicaments either in this town or in myself.

It never was as usual as waking up at 10 am, eating breakfast at exactly 11 am, or taking a bath at three in afternoon. Yes, the idea of having a walk under the stunning aurora and wait to see the effect of daybreak as the sun gets up to escalate its power to shine everything else seemed to be a challenge for me. I’ve never been a morning person. I have never elevated myself up and kissed the haunting dawn. Never, for I was a morning-troubled person – hated to see the sun rising and hear the ever annoying noise of chickens. I’m a foolish one for mornings but not until I got time to rendezvous some of the best people I so far have known.

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You are now 3 inches tall


W-WAIT!!! DiD you ….. DRAAAAWWW THIS???? ITS  A WONDERFUL STYLE AN I LOVE IT!!

B-B-BUT WAIT!! BEFORE I —– AAAAAAAAAaaaaa!!! Waaaait!!!

(I would struggle to reach for something— anything that i could hold onto to elevate myself. be a chair or a coffee table edge.)

THREE INCHES IS A BIT MUCH DONTCHA THIIIIIiiiink!!!!!

(failing to properly  stand, I would fall over, losing my balance!) 

o-oh dear….oh no… oh no… will anyone see me at this size? im so small, too small. im goin to need help with getting everything…. nonono!!