hard body of the day

i love and admire patrick stump so much because like him, my weight also fluctuates a lot and i lost a lot of weight and was really really thin once too. now that all that weight is back it’s always hard to feel fine about my body and most days i feel like it’ll never happen again but then i see patrick out there looking gorgeous regardless of his weight, creating wonderful music and performing like a freaking god and it makes me feel alright. patrick is so important to me and i’m sure i’m not the only one.

Silver Storm ( 1/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness


                                                     Chapter one

   Your life consists of three things now: killing, obeying, and training. When you don’t do one of those things, or when you show hesitation, your mind is wiped clean by your handlers. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been with Hydra. How could you? You’ve been wiped so many times you’re surprised you still know how to fight. Killing, Russian, and taking orders are now burned deeply into your system. Over the last few months, memories have been slipping through the cracks of your mind. You’ve  managed to hide your reaction when they appear, not wanting to lose them again from being wiped. With the memories though comes a sharp pain, as if they are forcing their way into your mind. They aren’t ever in order; you’ll remember things from when you were a child and were with your siblings, and the next minute you’ll be reminded of the parties you attended with friends in high school. Having your memories back isn’t all good though; it means your humanity is seeping back in play, making it that much harder when your superiors send you on a kill mission. Sometimes you consider asking to be wiped to make things easier since it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever be free again.  Since Winter escaped, the security around you has been tighter. Hydra is too afraid to lose another asset.

Today, a particular memory stands out to you: a memory of the Soldier.


Your body slammed to the ground, as your superiors watched their agents punish you for being hesitant on a training set. If it wasn’t for the super soldier serum swimming in your veins, you’d most likely be dead by now. No human body could or should endure this much pain. By the time they’d finished with you, you were in the fetal position. You could feel that your ribs were cracked, your nose was broken, your arm may have been broken, and your eye was beginning to swell shut. They left you there, laughing as they exited the room. You didn’t know how long it had been, but Winter finally made his way into the room. He gently lifted you into his arms, not saying a word.

Originally posted by ale-la-pazza1

You finally ended up in the cell where they kept the both of you. They forced you two to sleep on the concrete floor, supplying an itchy, thin blanket for each of you, and a bucket. Winter was in cryo more than you were, but when he wasn’t, you’d sleep curled into his body with his arms wrapping around you tightly.   

He laid you down over one of your spread out blankets. Whimpers left your lips at the hard ground underneath your broken body.

“Shhhhh, you’ll heal soon. Just give it a day or two, Doll.” He moved a piece of hair out of your face and left the room. He managed to come back with a makeshift icepack and towel to clean you up. He stayed with you for hours, trying to distract you from the pain, promising one day you would both be free.


   The memories of Winter always hurt you. Neither of you knew much about each other, just whatever he remembers (which wasn’t much). He repeated the name Steve a lot in his sleep, and he remembered that he fought in a war, but not which one or how old he was. He remembered falling off a train, and that’s how he lost his arm and gained his metal one. At night, when the nightmares of his memories from before Hydra and after hit him, you would pull him to you, trying to calm him. You never had memory slips when he was around; they didn’t start happening until after he left you.

  You request a training session from your superior. Maybe it’ll ease the pain of the memory away. He agrees, no questions asked. You make your way to the designated gym. It was small but held the proper equipment you need. You go straight for the punching bag. It takes a total of five punches before it flings off the chain and smacks into the wall. Anger is all you feel; the memory of the soldier just makes you feel alone, miserable, and hostile towards Hydra. Overtime you’ve realized Hydra isn’t who they claim to be while they tortured and morphed you into this soldier. They claim to be doing the world a favor, that they were the ‘good guys’. Maybe from their standpoint they are, but from yours? Hell no. You believed in freedom and justice before all this. Well at least you think you did, based on your memories. You still weren’t clear on who you were; you just knew names of people in your memories. The name they used when referring to you still felt odd to you. You only ever remember being called Silver Storm ,which, once you started being able to think for yourself again, sounded so fucking dumb. As you move to hang a new bag from the ceiling, the red alarm lights start blinking along with the shrill sound of the alarm. What the hell?

  Your handler burst into the training room. “Silver, the Avengers are breaching our system, suit up.”

At the sound of his voice, you snap into mission mode. You sprint to the gear room, pulling on your tactical black suit. It matches the one Winter use to wear, including the red star on the arm. You pull your hair into the standard braid you wear on missions, and place your mask over your mouth. As soon as you finish filling all your holsters with the proper guns and knives, you slip your comm into your ear.

“Silver Storm, ready to comply,” You announce coldly.

“The Avengers are infiltrating your home, soldier. Show them what they’re dealing with, take them all out.”

“Yes sir.”

You move swiftly through the halls, while you’re told of the Avengers locations through your comms. The closest one to you is Captain America who’s on the roof taking out agents.

“тут ничего не происходит (here goes nothing),” you mumble under your breath. You haven’t had to deal with the Avengers, so you’re not sure what to expect.

You slink your way up the stairs to the roof, readying your gun. You kick down the door, and immediately see your target. You take aim and begin shooting. He deflects the bullets with his shield, then throws it towards you. You tuck and roll, dodging his shield. Why the hell does he have a giant Frisbee?! You switch out your gun for another from one of you holsters. You take aim again, except before you shoot, your gun is shot out of your hand by an arrow. What the hell kinds of weapons do this people have? An arrow, really? You train your focus and leap straight towards Captain America. You start throwing punches, and he barely deflects them. You land four good hits to his abdomen. While he stumbles back, you whip yourself around and wrap your thighs around his neck. You take him down, cutting off his oxygen with the pressure from your thighs. You don’t hold him there long before he manages to flip you off him. You land on your back with a thud.

“Сукин сын (son of a bitch)!”

You pick yourself back up, only to be thrown backward again by him. You reach for your knives then whip them quickly at him. Two of them manage to stick, one in his shoulder and one grazing his side.

 It slows him down momentarily. You hear steps behind you, causing you to pull your gun and turn. You’re facing your superior. Oh Shit.

“I see you need help, Soldier. Your training will be changed accordingly after we finish this.” I can feel the pain already. The rest of the Avengers seem to appear out of thin air. You notice it’s not the entire team, only the Captain, Hawkeye, and Falcon. You begin shooting at the Falcon, successfully grounding him. Your superior seems to be in a hand to hand with the Captain, and the other agents are after Hawkeye. You have your target pinned to the ground wrapped between your thighs. As you begin applying more pressure around his neck, you hear a voice that wrecks your concentration.

Originally posted by lilsonbucky

“Steve, duck!” Winter? You watch as he throws the Frisbee to the Captain, aiding his fight against your superior.

Originally posted by readytocomply

“Well, Winter. Welcome home.”  You hear your handle say. In your moment of distraction, Falcon gets the upper hand, knocking you off him, and landing a hard punch to your stomach. You fumble back, mind still in overdrive at the fact he is here. He finally made it out of here, and he’s still fighting?   

You abandon Falcon as your target, letting the lower level agents go for him. You move to help against the Captain and Winter. A plan starts swirling around your mind. When you approach the three, you see your superior losing.

“Asset, finish them. Winter is against you now,” he says as he battles Captain America. You turn your gaze to the soldier. A look of recognition and sadness flashing through his eyes. You turn away, glancing back at your handler. The same handler that beat you, abused you, wiped your memory, forced you to kill, and took you away from your family. This is it. He gains the upper hand in his fight, and you pull out your last gun from it’s holster. You turn your gaze back to Winter for a second. If I fail, they will kill me. Is this worth it? Where would I go if I actually succeed? It’s now or never. You take the comm from your ear, smashing it under your boot. Then, before he can move from his spot on top of the man in red, white and blue, you spin yourself over, taking aim and shooting your superior in the back of his head. His body falls limp over the captain.

There is no going back now.

Originally posted by geekcomics

The promo and the GIF/photos inspired me…also on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9621602

Sharing is trusting

Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.

 Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.


“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.

“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.

We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”

Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.

“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”

Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.

“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”


Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.

“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.

“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”

“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.

Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.

“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.

“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.

“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.

“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.” 


“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.

Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare. 


Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.

Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away. 

They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.

“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”

“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again. 

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Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back. 

Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.  

“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“You don’t regret it do you?”

“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.

“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.

Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.

“I think I like that idea…very much!”

“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”

Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.

anonymous asked:

overstimulation with coups? but after it all, him being a cutie and asking if you are ok and stuff and then cuddling to sleep.

this took me SO long oh my god and while I’m still not sure how I feel about this, I hope you like it! ♥

happy Valentine’s day! 😘


Seungcheol had come home earlier than usual that night, and after a whole lot of suggestive messages from both of you, it wasn’t all that surprising that while you had welcomed him home warmly, his first words had been “You, me, bedroom - now.”

You had had no objections.

His lips had been hot and needy against yours from the very first kiss he gave you, and they had you excited in an instant. Not that his messages of how he’d definitely make you feel good that night hadn’t already, of course; spending most of the day thinking about his body pressed hard against yours, his hips pushing into yours and his tongue gliding on your body had had you burning.

Seungcheol was half on top of you as you made out, his right knee between your legs and his right hand, having sneaked under your shirt and into your bra with ease a few moments earlier, was cupping your breast. His fingers were playing with your pert nipple in a way that had you breathing shallowly, and he grinned against your lips when he noticed that.

“What would you think about us having a long night, baby?” Seungcheol asked huskily, nibbling gently on your ear. You gasped, both at his breath hitting your ear and the suggestive words, and your hips bucked slightly against his leg as your fingers threaded into his hair. He pulled back, and you looked straight into his eyes while playing with his hair.

“Oh, I’m all up for that.”

With a cocky smirk spreading to his lips, Seungcheol leaned down for another heated kiss, his fingers sliding out of your bra to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, which came off you rather soon, as well as your jeans and bra, which only left you in your panties. You continued kissing, and Seungcheol took some of his clothes off in the process as well, roaming his hands on your body whenever he wasn’t tugging at his clothes in a desperate attempt to get them off as soon as he could, just so that he’d be able to return to exploring your skin.

His fingers danced over your chest and on your sides, and eventually found their way to your legs and ass, which he squeezed while muffling your gasps with a deep kiss, his breathing getting heavier. He slid his hand to your front slowly and rubbed you through your panties with his fingers flat against your pussy, which only turned you on further, your fingers curling in his already messy hair.

Some ten minutes later, you were a panting, wet mess as you looked at your boyfriend. Seungcheol took your favorite pair of fluffy handcuffs from your bedside table and swung them in the air for a while, biting his lip sexily while you ogled at the object. “How’d this be?”

“Really damn good,” you said in excitement and licked your lips, already instinctively getting your arms up and your hands so that they were close to the headboard. Seungcheol hummed to himself while attaching your wrists to the headboard with the handcuffs, and then proceeded to look at you approvingly.

Sitting on his knees next to you, he grinned and brought his middle finger between your breasts. Your breath hitched at that alone, and Seungcheol chuckled smugly.

“I can do anything, and you can’t touch me,” he muttered with a low voice while dragging his fingertip down your body, all the way to the waistband of your panties, knowing full well how much you loved touching him during sex - but that was a lot of the fun of what was to come.

He moved lower on the bed and took your panties off painstakingly slowly, kissing his way down while removing the piece of clothing. If you were wet already, you only got more so with how his lips felt against your skin and how excited you were for what what would happen soon - when Seungcheol promised you a long night, he meant a long night.

With your panties now fully off, you licked your lips when Seungcheol parted your legs, and you placed your feet on the mattress. He inhaled your scent and let out an appreciative sigh before grabbing your left leg and pressing his lips to your inner thigh, which elicited a surprised gasp from you.

“Any idea how good you smell?” he asked huskily and looked at you from the corner of his eye, his lips dragging up your inner thigh. Trying not to shake too much, you let out a quiet giggle.

“Apparently pretty good,” you said playfully, and got a chuckle from Seungcheol.

“Try absolutely fantastic,” he muttered, then continued kissing his way up your leg, until his lips met the sensitive skin near your heat. You could already feel yourself clenching with anticipation and your legs starting to quiver a little as you waited for Seungcheol to give you what you wanted.

Without another word, Seungcheol brought his tongue out of his mouth and gave your pussy a long lick with a flattened tongue, which made you sigh contently, your hips desperately trying to follow his mouth when he pulled away. He smirked to himself, and with one hand on your hip and one holding your leg, he began lapping at you. The first few licks were slow and teasing, and he stopped right before reaching your clit, but gradually he built up the speed. When his wet tongue finally met your clit, your breath hitched and you tried to buck up with your hips, but it was in vain with how he was pinning you down.

“Stay still, baby,” Seungcheol rasped, running his tongue over your clit again and again, circling the very tip of it around your sensitive bundle of nerves, kissing it sloppily - doing everything he knew drove you absolutely crazy. You whimpered, your hands clasped together tightly and your chest heaving at an increasing speed while the knot in your stomach tightened second after second and lick after lick. Noticing that, Seungcheol chuckled. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“But,” you whined, looking down at Seungcheol, who was staring right back at you. His eyes were dark and hooded, his lips glistening with your anticipation and his tongue moving lewdly between them as it moved up and down on your soaked pussy. You were ruined.

“You can do it,” he breathed before closing his eyes, his long lashes beautiful against his skin, and all you could do was moan when he pressed his tongue to your clit and shook his head a little, only to go back to licking you fast. The long licks from your entrance to your clit were driving you crazy, but you knew the worst was only coming.

“Oh my God,” you whimpered when you felt Seungcheol wrap his soft, plump lips around your clit and suck on it lightly with his tongue gliding over it. Your legs were tight by his head, but Seungcheol didn’t mind - he never did - and just went back to giving you fast flicks of his tongue, both of his hands now holding your hips down while also pulling you closer to his mouth. Quivering, you felt your orgasm approaching, fast. “Fuck, can I–”

“Come for me,” Seungcheol mumbled against you, his tongue not once stopping as you released to his mouth with satisfied moans slipping through your lips one after another. Slowly, he began pulling back and propped himself up on his left elbow, looking at you with a lopsided grin. “You good?”

“Sure,” you said, feeling a bit lightheaded in your sated daze, and smiled at Seungcheol. He began kissing your inner thighs again, both making you relaxed and turned on all over again.

Little by little, he moved up on the bed, caressing your breasts and left side while his lips found yours in a sweet yet passionate kiss. You could taste a bit of yourself on him, but didn’t mind and just focused on how soft his lips were against yours and how good his tongue felt as it rubbed into yours while his hand cupped your breast.

“Are you ready for another one?” Seungcheol asked with a low voice as he pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes, as though making sure you were. Biting your lower lip a little, you nodded, already feeling the anticipation grow within you again.

Painstakingly slowly, Seungcheol dragged his fingers over your breasts, rubbing your erect nipples, before sliding them just as slowly down your stomach and to your wet, swollen heat. His lips caught your moan when he massaged your clit lightly, and they caught the whine you let out when he slid two fingers into you with ease just as well.

He remained by your side as he fingered you, his eyes occasionally moving from his fingers disappearing into you to your face, your features contorted in pleasure and your cheeks considerably more flushed than usually. He was hard in his boxers, which he had yet to take off, and his desire to be inside of you was only growing with each noise you let out and each wet sound of his fingers pushing into your wet pussy.

With your hips bucking against his fingers desperately, Seungcheol moved to hover slightly above you, peppering your chest with kisses and his hips grinding a little against your bent leg. “You’re so beautiful like this, baby.”

Right then, he brought his thumb to your clit and rubbed it as well as he could from that angle, with his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a speed that only seemed to get faster.

“I’m so sensitive,” you whimpered, unsure of what you were trying to convey with your words, and got a chuckle from Seungcheol, who gave your breasts a few more sloppy kisses before bringing his lips to yours.

“I know,” he said huskily, nibbling on your lower lip while curling his fingers inside of you in a way that had you moaning. Seungcheol massaged your sensitive spot shamelessly while grinning against your lips while his muffled your moans. “Just wait until I’m fucking you into the mattress, princess, because that’s when the fun starts.”

The mere thought of him pushing into you in all his thick gorgeousness made you nod enthusiastically - you couldn’t wait, no matter how sensitive you were.

With his lips leaving yours to travel back down to your chest, Seungcheol gradually brought you closer to your second orgasm, all the while kissing your sensitive skin and sucking lightly on your nipples and telling you the lewdest things he could in that moment. About how ravishing you looked, how damn hard he was and how wet you were, and how he’d wreck you in the best way possible in just a moment.

“Can’t wait to have your pussy around me,” Seungcheol grunted by your ear, and latching his lips back onto yours to give you some sense of support, he began pistoning his fingers into you even faster, his thumb rubbing your clit erratically albeit messily.

Your hips rose off the bed with the force at which your orgasm hit you, and Seungcheol’s lips only caught some of the loud cry that you let out as your back arched. You were more sensitive than you could recall being in a long time, yet Seungcheol didn’t stop his fingers until your hips fell back to the bed and your legs fell down as well, and you weakly tried to pull away.

“Good girl,” he whispered and kissed your ear, from where he moved to kiss your cheek and then your lips, while you panted, sweat collecting at your hairline. Seungcheol cupped your cheek when he kissed you, and you leaned into his touch. He smiled. “You did so well.”

“Thank you,” you managed to say, and whimpered when Seungcheol pulled his fingers out of you, glistening with your release. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at his fingers, as sticky as they always were after fingering you. You could only watch in awe as Seungcheol brought his fingers to his mouth and took them in, sucking them clean with his tongue sliding between his thick digits.

Had you said you didn’t have a thing for Seungcheol sucking on his fingers when they were coated with your juices, you would’ve been lying.

When his fingers were clean, Seungcheol finally took off his boxers, revealing his cock in its hard state and dripping pre-cum, and opened your handcuffs to let your hands free. He spent another moment giving you gentle, long kisses while caressing you with one hand and stroking himself slowly with the other, and you got your hands in his hair while kissing him back. Knowing you were in for another round of intense chasing of your orgasm, you greedily took in all the affection and gentleness he was giving you.

A good while later, Seungcheol got between your legs and caressed your thighs, grinning at the way you were shivering.

“Ready for one more?” he asked, slowly grinding into you with the shaft of his cock, hard and proud, as it rubbed raw against your pussy, swollen and sensitive almost to the point of it being painful. You grabbed at the plush pillow underneath your head and nodded weakly.

“Bring it on,” you managed to say, voice slightly strained with the two orgasms already behind you, and whimpered when Seungcheol aligned himself with your entrance, still dripping with your cum, and began pushing in.

“God, you feel good like this,” he grunted and bent down, kissing your collarbones and chest while continuing pushing into you slowly. Your legs wrapped weakly around his waist, and after a while, your arms found their way around his neck, too. Seungcheol didn’t budge for a while, and just took in the way you were clamping down around him and how your nails were digging into his skin.

“Move,” you whimpered when Seungcheol rolled his hips a little, stretching you out and rubbing against your inner walls. Bringing his lips to your neck, he complied, and soon you had him thrusting into you with the vigor of a man who had just brought his girlfriend to two orgasms and was only chasing his first one - not that he’d had any regrets, naturally, because if there was something he loved, it was knowing that he had made you feel good.

You were whining and moaning and nearly crying, all at once, as Seungcheol’s hips met yours thrust after thrust, his pelvis meeting your sensitive clit with each one.

About to reach his peak faster than he wanted to, Seungcheol pulled out and merely ground into you again, his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves. You whined as you hid your face in his shoulder and held him even tighter.

“Stop,” you said weakly, although your hips were bucking against Seungcheol’s. You were so sensitive and it was almost painful on your end, yet it felt so sinfully good.

Seungcheol chuckled and kissed you by your ear, since he couldn’t reach your lips. “Do you really want that, though?”

Tugging at his hair, you whined and brought your head back to the pillow, looking at Seungcheol’s dark, lustful expression with only desperation visible in yours. You swallowed, shivering when his cock rubbed into your clit again, and shook your head in a small motion. “No.”

His lips stretched into a smirk, and he gave you a long, sweet kiss during which his hips were completely still, before guiding himself back to your entrance and pushing back in and starting a relentless speed right at the beginning.

Moans slipped through your lips almost as often as quiet profanities did, with Seungcheol’s name coming out every now and then as well, as he fucked you to your third and quite likely the most intense orgasm of the night, if not your life. You held onto him tightly when your high began washing over you, your lips parted in a silent scream and your fingers digging into his broad shoulders while a few tears escaped your eyes.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl, come for me,” Seungcheol groaned when he felt you clenching around him, and moved his hands so that he was holding onto your shoulders from underneath while moving his hips against yours in small, sensual and slow thrusts. You whined with oversensitivity, still holding onto him, and some thrusts later you could feel yourself fill up with his hot release.

Seungcheol grunted when his orgasm hit him, after so much waiting, and kissed your neck sloppily as his hips stuttered to a stop. You were both breathing heavily, and slowly Seungcheol let go of you and caressed your sides instead, and moved his lips from your neck to your lips to give you a gentle kiss.

“You did really well, baby,” he whispered to you, one of his hands caressing your cheek and the other stroking your side soothingly. You nodded with a small smile and unwrapped your legs from around him, and after giving you a few more sweet kisses that you gladly replied to, Seungcheol pulled out.

He lied down next to you and took you into his arms, looking at your slightly tear-stained cheeks that he wiped with his thumb and leaning down to peck your lips. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a small nod and cuddled up to him, drawing circles into his bare chest. He chuckled.

“We should probably clean ourselves up a little,” he said quietly and kissed you on your forehead. You giggled with a nod, and not much later Seungcheol was standing up and scooping you up from the bed, from where he carried you to the bathroom.

“You could’ve given me a warning,” you laughed when he let you down, and he gave you a sheepish smile while making sure that the water coming from the shower head was lukewarm.

“I thought you saw it coming,” he defended himself with a playful pout and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek while turning the shower off. “The water’s good now.”

You thanked him and got into the bathtub first, and were joined by Seungcheol after a while. He kissed your shoulders gently while helping you clean yourself, and by the time you were both clean and fresh again, having used some soap after the cum and sweat were mostly gone from your bodies, you were exchanging long, sweet kisses while embracing each other under the warm water.

“I think we should get back to bed,” you giggled and hugged Seungcheol, pressing your body against his as you hid your face in his shoulder for a moment, wanting nothing more than to remain close to him. He hummed and stroked your back.

“I think we should.”

Some time later, you were cuddled up to each other under your blanket and Seungcheol was stroking your hair.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been quiet after we stopped,” he said in a quiet mumble, and you nodded, lifting your face a little so that you could look at him with a small smile.

“I’d tell you if I wasn’t. I’m just tired,” you said and yawned, snuggling closer to him. Seungcheol chuckled and leaned down to kiss you, holding you close to himself.

“Good night, honey.”


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Attention (M)

Originally posted by chanyoelparks-deleting

Requested by: @sehuns-bubble-txe

Request: Based on the song Attention by Charlie Puth

References to lyrics are in bold

Genre: Angst/Smut

Member: Sehun

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You knew something was wrong, but you didn’t want to say anything about it. You’ve always hated confrontation and had felt awkward when you had to have an important conversation about something. All these years and you haven’t changed.

You had thought that you were getting better with your problem of confrontation, but that didn’t seem to be the case right now. To be fair, you weren’t sure if confrontation was the thing that you were afraid of. Maybe it was that you were more afraid of what the problem actually turned out to be and if you were the cause of it.

You noticed how Sehun started acting indifferent towards you. He just didn’t seem interested in what you had to say, in what you were doing… or you in general.

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political talk show au, the thrilling conclusion.

Here is the whole story from the beginning.

This is 4.5 K. Also it is still liberal-leaning and anti-Trump. No Hillary angst in this one tho.

Dear lord, what have I become.


Bits.

The name sounds, like a thunderclap, in Jack’s head.

It wasn’t a moment ago the name was a question. A doubt, even. Does Bits even exist? Bitty certainly does. Bitty is the name of the screener for Jack’s favorite radio show, his companion through the morning for a year and change now. Bitty is unfailingly pleasant, unerringly professional, and untouchable. He handles callers with a lilt, a friendly word, and a toss off onto the airwaves. Jack made his acquaintance several months back, and he’s enjoyed their every interaction.

But Bits. Now, that’s someone Jack isn’t sure he hasn’t conjured up in his head.

Bits exists in the soft cluck of Bitty’s tongue, the hitch of breath between words. The pause before he intones Jack’s name, leaning on the “a” like it’s a cushion. Bits is the person Jack imagines Bitty to be, behind the phones. He’s a friend, a confidant. A ray of light in Jack’s life. And in Jack’s mind, Bits is just a little more friendly with him with all his other callers. Maybe he even feels something at the sound of Jack’s voice, the way Jack does at every musical “Hallo!”

Jack has come here today half-terrified that he’d discover Bits doesn’t exist at all. That Bitty, as competent and admirable as he is, is all there is, and whatever relationship  he’d imagined they’d been nurturing has been a figment of his imagination this whole time.

Now Bitty comes into focus like a blue sky when the clouds have parted. He wasn’t there, and suddenly he is; he must have been in the room before, but it’s only now that Jack’s eyes land on him and recognize.

But when their eyes meet, and Bitty’s brown eyes widen and then dance, Jack knows Bits is real.

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I know I’m small and my hands are shaking. I know sometimes you have to stop my body from breaking. I know some days I am hard to love. I am a fire and no fury. I am a wanderess with nothing to show for it. I am scraped knees and battle scars. A lot of times I have to convince myself that life is worth living. A lot of times I have trouble waking up in the morning. All of the time I have a hard time trusting people. All of the time I have trouble opening up. But I love you. But I love you. But I love you.
—  And I hope that’s enough