but i will always love the last part

anonymous asked:

Your last duck comic make me honestly laugh! I could even imagine them reading in real comic volume. And thank you very, very, VERY much about all your comics. They reminded me how I loved reading duck comics as a kid. My family never was a rich one, but mom was always trying to buy for me and brother at least one volume for half year, because we loved them so much (and I still have them somewhere). They were a big part of my childhood, and thanks to your comics I realised how I still love them!

that’s so awesome, this is so awesome, I love the duck comics so much too and thank you for saying these things so honestly- I really am so happy to know what these comics mean to people and making people laugh with my stories and bringing back the joy of the originals is all I could ever hope for

cymmetry  asked:

please... explain to me what poppee the performer is... i want to be a part of this. NEED to be a part of this.

😂 it is supposed to be a Japanese cartoon for kids: you have Popee, the main character, a 17 years old boy who wants to become a great performer as his father, Papi. Then you have Kedamono, Popee’s “best friend” (Kedamono loved Popee, but since he wants to become a good performer so bad, he always tried to kill Keda when he’s doing better than him). As I said, it is supposed to be for kids, but sometimes the show can get pretty gore-ish and creepy, lots of blood and death scenes.

anonymous asked:

1/2: I guess I need 2 parts:) After the last Control chapter I keep thinking that it will be very hard to MC and Jumin come back to relationship of love and trust. But if they do it, well, it will be totally different level of relationship. And this is good. Because Jumin really needs to grow up in his love experience and find out that love is not always black or white and to be in relationship is not so easy. And MC, I guess she needs some changes too. I wondering,

I wondering, was MC just afraid of Jumin because of what happened in that three days at his house or her fear of loosing control about her freedom and independence also is based on something from her past? Will we find out?

We will, but more towards the end (I won’t tell you guys how many chapters I’m planning because I think this would build unnecessary expectations :p) but we will, MC and Jumin will have a very honest conversation (no bickering and no accusations from either sides) at some point and she will open up about her past, which… can bring them closer or push them away forever. I also won’t tell what led to this conversation and the conditions of it :p So,answering your question, yes, we will find out more about her, just stay around ;)

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HARRY STYLES

The one where Harry pretends to hate you but is secretly in love with you

I Hate You, I Love You

The one where Niall has a crush on you and Harry gets jealous

Jessie’s Girl

Break Up Series: The one where you break up 

Support

Pity (Support Part 2)

I Love You (Support Part 3)

The one where Harry protects you from your ex

I’ll Always Protect You

LIAM PAYNE

The one where Liam surprises you on your birthday

Make A Wish

LOUIS TOMLINSON

The one where Louis falls in love with his best friend

Loud Whisperer

The one where you come out with your relationship

Secret Love Song

NIALL HORAN

coming soon

dear someone,

i have so many questions i want to ask you but just don’t know how. and because i know for a fact that my voice would break and tears would start streaming down my face if i were to ask you in person, i am writing you this letter. furthermore, i don’t think that you would even listen to me. these days you seem to be ignoring me as if i’m your worst enemy.

how? that would be my first question.
how was it so easy for you to go? to just leave me and not even look back.
why?
why would you leave and why would you leave like that? no explanation. no real goodbye. nothing.
was it even real? what we had, i mean. was it? because i’ve been dreaming so much about you lately that it seems like i can’t tell what’s real and what’s not anymore.

love, i wish you didn’t shatter my heart. i wish you didn’t make all these promises just to break them. i wish that you could have been honest with me from the beginning. honest about your intentions and your feelings for me.
the last time we were standing in front of each other, looking into your brown eyes made my knees go weak and my heart beat faster. how can someone feel so much and the other just not? i guess i’ll never know because i tend to give people all of me. always. with you it was no different. i gave you all of me, made you my favourite person in this shitty world and hoped that i would be your favourite too.

but this is farewell, my love. i hope that a part of you never forgets me. no matter how important i really was to you. i hope that wherever life takes you, it takes you someplace happy. you deserve it, i’m sure of that.

Love always,
e.

—  e.s. // dear someone.
It straight up hurts my soul that there are people out there blind to this woman's beauty.

Originally posted by geekyspinne


So she has gray hair.   So fucking what.  Most of us out there are going to have it someday, and hell.  Some won’t even make it out of their 20’s without it. 

Tell me something.  Does the color of your hair define who you are as a person?  Because it absolutely shouldn’t.  I’m sorry, but the very idea that it would is bullshit. 

Melissa McBride, from all accounts, is a wonderfully genuine person.  She’s well loved by her peers, and she has this amazing talent that allows her to speak a thousand and one words without saying a word.  She’s creative and kind and a precious gift to The Walking Dead fandom.  Her portrayal of Carol Peletier has transcended genres and made people that would normally shun shows like TWD take notice. 

And oh, yeah.  She has gray hair. 

But you know what else she has? 

A special sort of chemistry with her costar Norman Reedus.  A sparkly kind of something that is pretty rare on television because in the absence of unambiguous evidence of the true nature of their characters’ love (and it’s love, dammit…fight me), she’s drawn you in.  Admit it.  Even if you balk against the very idea of romantic love between Carol and Daryl, you cannot deny they are special to each other.

And why shouldn’t they love each other like that? 

Oh, I forgot.  It’s the gray hair.  That somehow renders a person a used up has-been around these parts.  That negates any desire to have a loving emotional and yes, sexual connection with the person they are closest to in the entire post-Apocalyptic world. 

Really people? 

Melissa McBride and her character are fucking gorgeous, and you know why?  It comes from within.  Don’t get me wrong.  Both of them rock the gray hair like nobody’s business–I can only hope I do the same one day, and thanks to MMB, I’m not so afraid of it anymore, but even if they didn’t, I’d still look up to them for so many reasons that I won’t go into right now. 

I’m not even going to address the absurdity that she’s somehow not a good match for Norman’s Daryl because she has gray hair and therefore, she must be old.  They’re literally the most age-appropriate couple in theory on the entire show besides maybe Carl and Enid.  They’re contemporaries.  And you know what? They look absolutely gorgeous together, but that’s not even the best part.  Their chemistry is a thing of beauty, and Carol’s and Daryl’s hearts?  Know each other.  They recognize each hard-earned beat. 

So don’t come at me again with this ageism fuckery.  Because it makes me sad that the people in my fandom can be so shallow, for them and for this adorable lady who deserves nothing of this. 

Look at her.

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 Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves, and I feel…I just feel sad that this is a thing. 

Originally posted by orchidsandrazors

 

Stepping off my soapbox now.  I can’t take the credit for the gifs of this lovely human.  That goes to the gif-makers.  I hope you don’t mind my borrowing them. 

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.

Vocal team’s words to each other:

TO WOOZI

DK: Bobo! Vocal team’s boss~ you’re always troubled and worried about the vocal team, thank you woozi hyung~!! Let’s play catchball again ㅋㅋ I love you~ <33

JH: Bobo, let’s work hard for our album and make it big. The name “bobo” which I made is well-written and feels good. Paper paper paper paper paper paper scissors! (Bo sounds like rock in korean) Wow…I won, so you have to buy me a meal ㅎㅎ

SK: Woozi’s music is music I believe in anytime. It’s music from the heart. It’s new music from the mind. You had a hard time with this album too <3 (you worked hard)

JS: Woozi yah! You know I love you right? Hyung really likes you ㅎㅎㅎ let’s go and watch a movie again some time soon!!!

TO JEONGHAN

DK: To the jeonghan I love <33, the very warm hyung who takes care of the members well ~ ^_^  this time as well!! Let’s have fun together ㅎㅎ you know I love you right~?? I LOVE YOU ♥‿♥   – the jeonghan hyung whom I’m always thankful for

WZ: Our angel jeonghan hyung, the image of you who always have fun with us is something I really like. Thanks for making us happy everyday~

SK: Our jingjing-ie (new nickname?) jeonghan-ie hyung, who took part in the writing of lyrics is really cool. The lyrics from the last part of “Don’t wanna cry”…”우리 다시 볼때..” kyaa…very “wow” <3

JS: Jeonghan-ah the only same-aged friend in the vocal team <3 the image of you working hard is cool. My jeonghan-ie, you know I love right? I love you <3

TO JOSHUA

DK: A-Yo Joshua~!! We went to LA for a lot of “healing”, I liked it all~ ㅎㅎ shua hyung, let’s always be together, for a long long time. I’ll let you lead the room’s cleaning~ ㅋㅋ always love you, hong josa

SK: Our hong josa <3 your part in “Don’t wanna cry” was very cool. Seeing you grow one step at a time is really cool <3

JH: My joshuji, let’s smile together and have fun with this album’s activities ㅎㅎ I love you Joshua-ah <33

WZ: Our josa-hyung! Let’s have fun during our promotions as if we’re playing.  I’m always thankful to hyung ㅎhwaiting!! ㅎㅎ

TO DOKYEOM

JH: Pretty dokyeom-ie who works hard all the time. Lean on us when it is difficult <3 don’t feel sad alone, let’s go for a good meal together ㅎㅎ

SK: Lee dokyeom, a person like you is attractive. Hwating for this round of promotions…<3

WZ: Our babo dokyeom-ie, I really like how you’re always so bright!! ㅎ always fighting. I’ll buy you something delicious.

JS: I like the dokyeom-ie who is always bright. When I’m feeling tired, I feel like you give me strength ^^ always be cheerful!! Cutie.

TO SEUNGKWAN

JH: Seungkwan who has blonde hair like me looks good, I knew you’ll look good with blonde hair. Fighting for this album’s promotions ㅎㅎ

DK: Boo seungkwan~ ㅋㅋ it’s me ㅎㅎ you who puts in the effort to keep the team’s spirit up is pretty~ don’t ever change in the future, let’s always be happy together! I love you!

WZ: SeungKWA yah, you who always thinks of the team first is great. Let’s always make great music together. Hwaiting

JS: Seungkwan-ah I always envy you. You can sing well, dance well and talk well. That’s right, there’s nothing you can’t do!! I love you <3

Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  



Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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Updated Bootleg Collection!!

Wow guys! i was so pleasantly surprised to the response to my first bunch of bootlegs! i have a bunch more for you!
Bootlegs:
Heathers
Heathers with Thomas Sanders (audio only)
Amélie (with Philippa Soo)
Dear Evan Hansen OBC
The Lightning Thief (audio)
Book of Mormon OBC
Book of Mormon Chicago
Legally Blonde
Next to Normal (Broadway Cast)
Next to Normal (OBC) (last performance of alice ripley, jennifer damiano, Brian d'Arcy James with speeches at the end)
Next to Normal (Off Broadway cast)
(Includes cut songs and scenes)
Hamilton OBC
Hamilton OCC
Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (audio only)
Waitress OBC
Waitress (Opening Night with Sara Bereilles) (audio only)
Falsettos
Wicked OBC (KC’s last)
Wicked OBC
Wicked with Nicole Parker, Alli Mauzey, Aaron Tveit
Something Rotten!
Newsies OBC
Newsies 2013 cast (Corey Cott, Kara Lindsay, Andrew Keenan-Bolger, Ben Fankhauser)
Newsies Tour
In the Heights OBC
Bare (Off-Broadway)
Fun Home OBC
Deaf West Spring awakening
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson OBC
Pippin
Mamma Mia! OBC
Spongebob the Musical
Beautiful: A Carole King Story OBC
Cinderella OBC
Sweeney Todd (audio only)
Side Show
Hedwing and the Angry Inch
Miss Saigon
Paramour
Tuck Everlasting OBC
On The Twentieth Century
A New Brain
Little Shop of Horrors
Lion King (London)
Les Mis OBC
Rent
School of Rock OBC
American in Paris OBC
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Carrie the Musical
The Last Five Years
Once on this Island
Thoroughly Modern Millie OBC
The Nightman Cometh
Marilyn An American Fable
Aladdin
Finding Nemo
Gigi OBC
Charlie and The Chocolate Factory (London)
Chaplin
Bonnie and Clyde
Phantom of the Opera
Ahhh i hope i can help you guys out! i love trading (finding new musicals is the best part of this) and am always willing to gift so!! just shoot me a message if you’re interested in anything :))

I really want the first nightwing teaser trailer to be a voice over of Dick saying “Whenever someone’s asked what power they wish they had, flying is always at the top of the list. But I have to admit, I’ve learned to love falling, too.”

The first part of the quote is a slow pan across some things; a Flying Graysons poster, a picture of the original Batman and Robin, a police badge.

The second part of the quote is punctuated by Dick dramatically throwing himself off of a skyscraper, and then releasing his grapple at the last possible second like the giant drama queen that he is.

12 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,987

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence, torture, death, light smut

Originally posted by younas

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The pounding in your head was unbearable, but it was nothing in comparison to the burning sensation embedded deep inside your nostrils. Your aching body was heavy, almost too heavy to move; it took all your strength to eventually sit up on the bed, your eyes immediately scanning your surroundings in confusion, what had happened? By the looks of things you were in a cheap motel, the garish yellow patterned walls adding more fuel to the fire beneath your temples.

Glancing down you recognised Taehyung’s still body, his face weighed down heavy with sleep as his light snores echoed throughout the sparsely furnished room. Everything was a blur, one moment you were talking to Taehyung in your bedroom and the next, everything was black. Rubbing your eyes to try and adapt to the sunshine beaming through the windows your gaze eventually settled upon a brown glass bottle next to a white rag on the bedside table. Chloroform. The smell became overpowering as memories of a large palm pressing a damp rag over your open mouth played in your mind, that bastard.

“Good morning sunshine.” Sung chuckled before tossing you a box of painkillers, her face emotionless and unreadable, “Sleep well?”

“What’s going on?” You croaked, too proud to swallow one of the painkillers she had offered, instead choosing to hurl them towards her physique with force, “Where’s Jimin?” You barked, just where had Taehyung taken you? However if Sung was around surely your brother would be close by.

At least you hoped.

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Through the Years (Part 1)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,404

Warnings: None. 

A/N: I’m in love with this idea, and I hope you all like it. Thank you to the beautiful Bella for reading this over for me @thenightmarebeforebucky. And to my angel, Lyds, for always being there to plan things out with me @khaleesinarylfiel

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The last boxes were packed, everything you had called your life neatly wrapped in cardboard, all of it labeled, ready to be moved wherever you would call your next home. Giving a soft sigh, you stood by the threshold of the apartment you had called your own for the last five years and smiled. It was all bittersweet. Excited for something new, you knew you were taking a step forward into your future, your happiness. Yet you couldn’t help but to feel a little sad at leaving this tiny place that had seen you cry, laugh, despair, and even fall in love with the man you now called your fiancé.

Before you was what you had made the common living room. It used to house your first set of furniture, the one you had bought after saving for months, after sitting on lawn chairs you had picked up from a yard sale when you had first moved into the city. But this room was empty now, the light from the setting sun coming in through the window and you could see the dust swirling through the air.

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In the Heart of the Storm (Part 8)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are house-sitting for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane. Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 

Warnings – None

Word Count – 1,397

Notes – I would apologize for the cliffhangers, but I love them too much!!  I’m so in love with this fic, but the slow burn is about to drive me crazyy . .how about you?  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Previously:

“Where are you going?”

“I normally sleep upstairs when I stay here, so all of my clothes and toiletries are up there.  I’m going to go grab a shower to cool off.”  You kept your expression neutral, hoping he wouldn’t see the lust in your eyes.  

“Oh, okay.  I think I’m going to grab a quick nap while you do that.  I didn’t sleep too well last night.”

He turned to walk back toward the bedroom and against your better judgment, you followed him into the room.  “Wait.”



 

He stopped and turned back toward you, his brows knitted in confusion.  “What’s wrong?”

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hoseok’s reaction to ina army’s fanchant project.

so the fanchant project is basically singing the 2! 3! lyric that is modified at the last part of the song. the lyrics are: “i love you, just say one two three and forget it. remember the happy memories, hold bangtan’s hand and smile. there’s always good days ahead, so believe in bangtan and say 2! 3!”

the members was shocked they even took off their in ears to listen to the lyrics more closely. definitely one of the best moment ever.❤️

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Doubt (reader x Bucky Drabble)

Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha

Summary: A competition about who loves the other more reveals a deeper, sadder truth. 

Warnings: some fluff, then the angst. Sorry. 

Word Count: 1082

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but my brain wanted some late-night angst, so here you go. Perhaps I shouldn’t dwell on past relationships and their pitfalls late at night. Hm…
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Originally posted by gliceria

Chime.

You paused for a moment, tangled in an impossible dress that Natasha insisted you try on. Where the hell were the sleeves in this thing?!? Defeated, you decided to pull the dress off over your head and reassess the sleeves/neck hole/straps situation. Only Nat would find interest in such a complicated article of clothing.

Chime.

Freed from the cloth, you smoothed down your hair and took another look at the dress.

Chime.

“If you don’t answer that damn phone, I’m gonna smash it,” the redhead bellowed from the changing room next door.

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Ride Me (M) ~ Jungkook

I wrote this at 2 am and a mystic messenger chat opened so I delayed writing oops

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.3k

SMUT WARNING

Jungkook had an obsession. Being young, his hormones ran wild. Meaning that Jungkook was horny all the time. Before concerts, after concerts, while filming ‘Bangtan Gayo’, everywhere.

But that was only part of it. His sex drive was extremely high, not that you minded, but it was high enough that you had to at least give him a blowjob daily.

Jungkook loved anything to do with riding. He wasn’t always submissive, but when you were getting him off, riding in some way always came out of his mouth.

‘Ride my face.’

‘Ride my cock, babygirl.’

‘Ride my thigh, I know you like that.’

Today, it was almost a repeat of last night. Except that it never got boring. He always made sure you enjoyed it, throwing in new kinks frequently. They were in the middle of filming for the 14th episode of Bangtan Gayo. During a short break, Jungkook sent you a text.

'I miss you.’

You looked up from your chair, locking eyes with him immediately. The hair stylist was adjusting his hair, with a comb before walking away, trading places with the makeup artist. She handed him his chapstick, letting him apply it while the reapplied a little bit of his concealer. His eyes were on you and as soon as she took the chapstick and walked away, he smirked and raised and eyebrow at you.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, deciding not to text him back for a few minutes. When he realized you didn’t type a reply, his eyebrows furrowed and he took his seat. As soon as they started filming, Jungkook was focused on the game. Jimin was currently guessing what Seokjin had drawn when you sent him a text.

'Really Jungkookie? What should i do about that?’

He jumped as he felt his phone vibrate and he wanted to see what it said. He turned to the side, out of the cameras view and quickly unlocked his phone, reading the text.

He scoffed and typed a reply in only a few seconds, 'You know what I want. Be ready for when we get home.’

And he turned around and acted like nothing happened, quickly getting back into filming.

“Chim? (Spit)” Jimin guessed, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to comprehend what in the world Seokjin was drawing.

“ChimChim?” Jungkook laughed as he already knew what Seokjin was drawing. Jimin only guessed one correctly and it was Taehyung’s turn. You rolled your eyes, surprised on how he switched so quickly. He crossed one leg over the other and left his hands in his lap, and thats when you started smirking. He could feel your gaze and you watched as he avoided it completely, trying to joke around with Namjoon to get rid of his boner.

You were proud as he stood up, he wasn’t hard. You smiled to yourself as he shot a quick glance at you, showing off how he quickly got himself under control. They finished the episode and as soon as he got to leave, he grabbed onto you and went home as quickly as possible.

“Yah. Someone’s eager.” You smirk as he pulls you into the house. You’ll even admit that you were wet, Jungkook had you thinking the entire time.

He quickly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist, hanging onto him for dear life. He laughed and laid you down, beginning to kiss you softly. You hummed into the kiss as his hands began to roam your body. They went down to your hips and he flipped you both over so you were above him.

“Undress,” he ordered.

You quickly pulled off your shirt and unclipped your bra, leaving you with just your jeans and panties. Jungkook’s jeans were tight and black, practically suffocating his cock. But he held on as you pulled off your jeans and panties, throwing them onto the ground with your other clothes.

“Ride my thigh,” he sighs, placing you directly on it. A leg was on either side and he smirked as he watched what the hardness of the muscles did to you immediately. You adjusted your position slightly before beginning to move back and forth, rubbing your clit against his clothed thigh. Jungkook leaned forward and began sucking on your neck, leaving dark red marks on the skin. He bit down on the skin of your collarbone, and then ran his tongue over it, slightly soothing the now broken blood vessels.

You moaned out at the pain but the pleasure you felt at once, you began moving faster and made sure that your clit came in direct contact with his jeans. He flexed his thigh as you moved, the sudden hardness of the clothed muscle against your clit making you whine.

“You like when I do that? Huh,” he flexed his thigh again and you bit your lip, feeling yourself nearing your high. He continued to flex it and just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he grabbed onto your hips and stopped you from moving.

“Sit on my face.“

“What?”

“You heard me, do what I said.”

You nodded and moved up to hover his face. Your hands went to the headboard and his arms hooked around your thighs, locking you in place. Without a warning, he pulled you down and ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit, circling over the bud of nerves before sucking on it. You shivered and moaned, trying to move with the pace of his tongue but he held onto you tightly so that you were unable to move. He groaned at your taste, the wetness was dripping onto his tongue and he licked it all up. Jungkook pushed his tongue into your entrance and you cried out his name, “Jungkook! Oh!”

Continuing the same pattern as before, he hummed against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. You saw stars as your orgasm washed over you, legs shaking in the process.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you. He loved the taste of you and kept licking over your entrance until he collected all of the cum he could.

“Good girl. You took that well,” he compliments as you literally rip his clothes off. As soon as he felt your hands on his shaft, he almost exploded.

“(Y/N), don’t. The only place I’ll be coming tonight is inside of you. Ride me,” he says, voice almost dropping an octave.

You nod and quickly line him up with your entrance, slowly sliding down on him. He didn’t give you any time to adjust and started helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Jungkook knew he wouldn’t last long at all, his thumb quickly rubbed your clit as he thrust up to meet your hips, pushing even deeper and right against your spot. He held on as long as he possibly could, determined to get you to cum first.

“Ah! Jungkook!” You cried, walls clenching around him during your release. You could feel his cock twitch as he groaned, releasing into you, slightly whimpering as you tightened around his sensitive member. You could feel the warmth of his cum as it laced your walls with as much as it could.

As you lifted yourself off of him, you softly sighed at the feeling of his cum, slowly sliding out of your entrance. He groaned and turned away, “Go shower before you make me hard again.”

You slid your fingers over your entrance and collected his cum on them before sucking on your fingers in front of him.

“Aish, go do what I told you,” he rolls his eyes and covers his face. Only removing them when he’s sure you walked out of the room and into the shower.

This Is War [11]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Angst. Maybe some language. Mentions of alcohol

A/N: Haha.. Insert sweating emoji face here..

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