full on make out

I hate this new thing where makeup companies come out with makeup that’s supposed to make you look like you have no makeup on like “Our new (x) gives you that ‘no makeup look’ that everyone loves right now! Like when did “no makeup” stop meaning not wearing any makeup and start meaning doing your makeup a certain way like kids are looking at models and celebrities’ “no makeup looks” and wondering why they don’t look like that and it’s because they literally have on a full face of makeup. Like why are girls expected to wear makeup even when they’re “not wearing makeup”?

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🌼 🌼 waiting for the mission to start, teaching the son important things  🌼 🌼

(Do Not tag as mcr//eyes or reblog to ship blogs i Will Know and i Will Block You)

they are standing in the garden, alexander by eliza’s side

i know this scene has been made into comics about 5000 times, but i felt like drawing flowers so i’m making it 5001

Never Forget. Never Forgive.


Started some time ago as a warm up speedpaint and in between work, family and other rl things I slowly managed to make an actual full illustration out of it. 

Fanart of Nidhogg from Final Fantasy XIV as I really like the unusual design the important dragon characters got. Also I really needed something new for 2017 to finally finish, this year so far started very bad, with lot of delays and pretty heavy sickness. Hopefully can catch up now with everything and til then enjoy \o/

Concerning Hobbits (of Color)

Okay it’s been a whole day and I’m still angry about that hobbit casting thing, so let’s lay down some Tolkien canon here.

Fact 1: Per Tolkien, there were originally three races of hobbit. The Stoors were a small group, they were broad and stocky, they grew facial hair, they liked rivers, and their skin color is not specified, so Tolkien probably meant them to be white (but there’s no reason they have to be, since again, not specified). The Fallohides were a tiny group, they were thin, pale and tall, they were bold and good with languages, and they like trees. The Harfoots were the distinct majority, they lived in holes, they had hairy feet, and they were brown. Tolkien is super clear on this. He explicitly calls out Harfoots as having browner skin than other hobbits when describing the races and he uses phrases like “nut-brown skin” and “long brown fingers” when describing specific hobbits to back it up.

Fact 2: Britain planted its ravenous imperial flag firmly in the soil of India three centuries before Tolkien wrote The Hobbit. He knew what a brown person looked like. He would know he was not evoking a slightly darker shade of Caucasian when he said a person had brown skin.

Fact 3: Bilbo, Frodo, and all of their friends are aristocracy. Sam is the only hobbit we ever meet who is an actual laborer. In Tolkien’s time, laborers worked in the sun and middle class and aristocracy stayed inside where there was something resembling temperature control. Apart from Sam and Aragorn, no one in the Fellowship (or Company) ever voluntarily got a sunburn. If Tolkien talks about brown skin he’s talking about brown skin, not a farmer’s tan.

Where does this leave us?

Well, Tolkien says that after colonizing the Shire, the three hobbit races mingled more closely and became one. This leaves us with two options.

Option A: He’s talking about that thing that sci-fi writers sometimes do where “everyone is mixed race.” So all three races would have smeared together into a single uniform color. What color? Mostly Harfoot, aka brown. The “strong strain of Fallohide” in the Tookish and Brandybuck lines means maybe they’re white-passing, but in this scenario all hobbits are brown.

Option B: He’s talking about a more melting-pot scenario where visual racial distinctions still exist but everyone lives side-by-side in a fairly uniform culure. The Tooks/Brandybucks having a “strong strain of Fallohide” means that they are themselves remaining strains of Fallohide, and are straight-up white. Merry, half Took and half Brandybuck, is thus white (possibly part Stoor, given Brandybuck comfort with water); Pippin, half Took and half Banks, is either white or biracial. The Baggins family, sensible owners of the oldest and most venerable hobbit-hole anyone knows of, are blatantly Harfoot, making Bilbo and Frodo (half Took and half Brandybuck respectively) also biracial. Fallohides being exclusively adventurous high-class types, and the Gamgees being staid low-class homebodies with a distrust of moving water, Sam is obviously Harfoot and thus completely brown. (Smeagol, a Stoor, is probably white, but as discussed above, doesn’t have to be.) In this scenario, a minimum of three of five heroic hobbits are various shades of brown, four out of five of them could be, and most background hobbits are brown.

In conclusion, if you think all hobbits are white, you are canonically wrong. If you geek out over Aragorn wearing the Ring of Barahir, rage about Faramir trying to take the Ring, and do not even notice, much less complain, that Sam, Bilbo and Frodo are being erroneously portrayed by white guys, you need to reexamine the focus of your nerdery.

Red Wine Kiss

Note: I’m so so sorry this is late, sweetie! I hope you like it! thanks for the request. feedback is always welcome! .c

Request: I love your writing so much so I hope you can do this but if you can’t it’s ok, maybe you could do something like reader and bucky don’t like each other, and bucky would always tease her and play pranks on her and the reader just works in the lab with Tony, so bucky would always call her a lab rat, so Tony decided that all of the avengers would go to the Bahamas for a group vacation and the Reader was in a hot tub there and bucky sneaks in and starts being really romantic to the reader and then brings some wine and they end up making out ( no sex). sorry if this is really weird. Thank you so much if you can do this. @123olivia

-veeeery slight smut. just making out-

Originally posted by cherry-midnightmoonlight


When you live in a tower full of superheroes and super humans, you’d think it’d be an easy process of waking up, going to work, eating dinner, and going to sleep all to repeat it the next day. Only in a far off fantasy would that happen to you. Sure, it’s amazing living with the Avengers. It’s living with Bucky Barnes that makes it your worst nightmare. Your worst, stressful, infuriating, nightmare.

All he wanted to do was poke fun at you while you worked in Tony’s lab. If he wasn’t in your ear, he was in your belongings. Or destroying them somehow.

A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you slammed your fist down on the work table. “Could you stop humming!? Five minutes - that’s all I need!” You shouted, turning to face the most immature and annoying person you’ve come to know.

Bucky simply smirked and shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t know, can I?” He quipped, reveling in the way your eyebrows creased and your chest heaved with anger. Bucky loved getting a rise out of you and you always failed to ignore his annoying antics.

“You either do it willingly or I’ll shove my first so far down your throat, your asshole will be sore.” You said through gritted teeth as the last ounce of patience you had dwindled down to a speck of nothingness. 

Bucky belted out a laugh and held his stomach, wiping away a fake tear. “Oh, lab rat. If you only knew how much I could wreck your asshole.” Bucky said through his loud chuckles, walking out of the room without a second glance.

Your mouth fell open with a gasp and your cheeks burned red, the heat pooling around your neck. You stomped your foot and took a much needed break from working. You hoped Tony would be back from his lunch break or else you’d never get this done.

As if he read your mind, Tony came in with a bag containing a white styrofoam box. You sighed and plopped down in your lab chair, resting your elbows on your knees. “Tony, I need a vacation.” You whined, rubbing your temples. Tony chuckled and handed you the bag. You took it with a small smile and opened it.

You smiled even wider as you looked inside. “Wow, my favorite food? Why ever would you?” You asked as you started to dig in. Tony chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “I know Barnes gets under that skin of yours. Thought you needed a pick-me-up after he replaced your body wash with honey.” Tony explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

Groaning at the memory, you furiously stabbed at your food before taking a bite. “About that vacation. Maybe we all should go somewhere.” Tony thought aloud, finding it funny how you’re so worked up over someone he doesn’t care to take a second glance at. “Where are you thinking?” You asked curiously, slowly becoming excited at the thought of being away from Bucky, even if he’s still in the same place as you.

Really, could he bother you during a nice vacation away from the tower? He’d surely be too busy enjoying himself. Why on earth would he choose to bother you when he could be skiing or swimming in the ocean?  Or drowning… You’d pick your battle soon enough, you figured.

Tony quickly pulled you out of your chair - so quickly you almost dropped your food. “Tony! What on earth-” Tony immediately shushed you as he ran you two towards the elevator, quickly asking FRIDAY to send you to the common room. “Round up the team! We have a vacation to plan!” He yelled excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

You smiled at the brightness in Tony’s eyes. You knew he needed to get out of his lab, anyways. He was still stressing about work and Pepper; you never saw him sleep or take time away from his inventions. You were thankful you were hired on the spot to help Tony out. But sometimes, even you needed a break from everything.

It’s been a year or so since you got here. The lonely and desperate person you were before quickly changed once you called Nick Fury and asked if he knew anyone that could use your smarts. 

Nick was an old family friend and you needed a job to pay for college. So, when he told you about Tony and what he did, you were more than eager to come in for an interview. After that, college was paid for and you had a job, including a bedroom.

Tony wouldn’t let you deny his forward request to pay for your college, even the rest of that months rent in your old Brooklyn apartment. Now, the only thing sucking the happiness out of you was Bucky. Ever since you got here, he was a little childish. Playing pranks, making annoying sounds to irritate you, the whole nine yards.

If he wasn’t so-

Tony cleared his throat as he stared at you from outside of the open elevator doors. Your head snapped up as you came back to reality and you sheepishly stepped out. You and Tony walked into the common room and surprisingly everyone was there. “Great! Guys, Y/N and I think we should go on vacation!” Tony said with a smile.

Sam cheered along with Clint and Steve. “Yeess! We’ve been hoping this day would come!” Sam yelled out happily, nearly splitting his cheeks from how big his smile was. You giggled at the men, shaking your head. Nat and Wanda were squealing and you rolled your eyes playfully when they looked at you.

Bucky was sitting in his chair, watching everyone cheer with a small albeit genuine smile. You sighed softly, hoping he wouldn’t ruin this for you. “So, any ideas?” Tony asked as he pulled out his holographic phone. He pulled up a map and looked around. “Maybe Milan? Tokyo? Paris?” He asked as he gestured towards each place. Everyone hummed and discussed among themselves. 

“What about the beach?” Wanda suggested, sparking the teams interest. “Well, I haven’t been to the beach in a long, long time. That sounds amazing.” Nat smiled, cupping her hands together. The beach actually sounded really nice. It was spring time now and the cold weather could kiss your ass if it were up to you. It’s only cute during Halloween and Christmas time, anyways.

Tony looked around after putting his phone away. With raised eyebrows, he needed confirmation. “So, the beach, then? Maybe the Bahamas?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “The Bahamas!?” You squealed, gasping as you gaped at Tony. You’ve always wanted to go to to the Bahamas, and if you didn’t faint right now, you definitely would when you step foot in the warm sand.


After everyone had agreed and packed up, you all loaded up the jet and made your way to the Bahamas. “I’m so excited to get there! Tony, where are we gonna stay?” Sam asked, flipping through a magazine full of things to do at the Bahamas. “Flip to page 45.” Tony called out from the front of the jet. Sam did as told and you leaned over towards him, peeking at the page.

There was a huge beach house with a wooden sign that said ‘Stark’ engraved on it. “Daaaamn.” Sam muttered, raising his eyebrows. Before you could reply, you felt a boot nudge your shoe underneath the table. Not now, Barnes. Not now. You swallowed your sigh and paid Bucky no attention. That’s all he wanted from you and you’d be damned if you shot back.

Five minutes in, you shot back. “I will NOT let you ruin this vacation for me!” You yelled across the jet, shooting daggers at Bucky. He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his hair framing his face as he shook his head. “I was just humming.” Bucky tried to defend himself, but he knows what he’s up to. “Sure, because the need to play footsies with me is apart of your poor singing act.” You rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out.

Bucky grumbled and sat up in his seat, his jaw clenching. “You’re such a bitch sometimes, Y/N.” Bucky said, hitting your last nerve. You gasped and stood up, your hands on the table. “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW-” The jet was full of groans and exasperated sighs. “For the love of God, guys! Shut up!” Clint whined loudly, rubbing his temples.

You shot a look at Bucky and he smirked at you. “Sit down, lab rat.” Bucky winked at you. You rolled your eyes again and scoffed as you sat back down in your seat. “Aw, I meant on my lap.” Bucky playfully frowned. “You’re a headache.” You muttered, shaking your head. “S'long as I’m your only headache.” Bucky said with a sly smile.

You abruply stood out of your seat again, deciding to move up front to sit with Tony. This is the last time you’re going to let Bucky get under your skin.

The rest of the ride was quiet, all but the soft humming coming from Bucky. It wasn’t as loud, so it didn’t bother you as much as it would if you were right in front of him. You could see the bright blue water come into view out of the jet window, your chest filling with excitement. “Oh my gosh! We’re here!” You squealed as you squirmed in your seat.

The team all stood and gathered their bags as Tony landed near his beach house. It was a private area, so nobody would be able to bother you. All with the exception of Bucky Barnes. You exited the jet quickly, making your way into the house after Tony unlocked it.

You’d take the tour later, but what you wanted right now was that soothing hot tub you saw a photo of in the magazine. Your body was tense and you needed to relax immediately. Taking absolutely no notice to what anyone was saying or doing, you changed into a two piece in an empty bedroom and grabbed a towel and sunglasses.

You passed by the others and Steve stopped you before you bolted out of the back door. “Y/N! Hey, uh, sorry about Bucky.” He said bashfully, trying not to look down at your body. You smiled at him and shook your head. “It’s fine. Well, it’s not - but it’s not your place to apologize.” You explained softly, watching Steve nod.

“He’s just…I dunno. Have fun.” Steve said before walking away. You creased your eyebrows but shrugged, continuing your walk towards the back. You slid the glass door open and set your towel down on the wooden deck surrounding the hot tub. A remote was sitting in a small slot and you pulled it out, looking at the different buttons. 

You pressed a few, jumping slightly when the hot tub began to fill up with water. Once it finished, you turned the jet pressure up, walking up the two stairs to get in. You could see steam rising up and you knew it was crazy to get in a hot tub under the sun, but you really needed the muscle relaxer right now.

A long, heavy sigh fell from your lips as you settled in the hot tub. “Shiiit, this feels amazing.” You sighed out, closing your eyes, the hot water bubbling all around you. You let your arms rest against the deck part, tilting your head back slightly. You allowed yourself drift away, listening to the wind blow, the sound of waves crashing, your teammates screaming and laughing in the water.

Had you not been paying attention to the sounds, you wouldn’t have heard the door open and close shortly after. “I like the sight of this.” Bucky said, you could hear the smirk in his tone. 

You groaned and opened your eyes, looking at him through your sunglasses. “Barnes, can’t you leave me alone until we get back to the tower?” You asked with venom laced in your voice. 

Bucky ignored you and climbed in the hot tub, sitting near you. You noticed he was shirtless and he was holding two wine glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine. “I’m guessing you didn’t ask if it was okay to get that?” You questioned as Bucky popped the cork out. He smiled and filled the two glasses, handing you one.

“No, but I’m guessing you’re going to drink it anyways?” Bucky quipped, his eyebrows quirked. You sighed as you took a glass from his hand. Bucky bumped his glass gently against yours. “Cheers, Doll.” Bucky said softly, taking a gulp of his wine. You rolled your eyes but thought about the nickname he had just given you and took a sip from your glass.

Then another sip, and another, and another. Soon, the bottle was halfway filled and you were a tad bit tipsy. A giggle fell from your lips as Bucky moved closer to you, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. “Come on, you have to admit that you’ve thought about kissing me at least once, beautiful.” Bucky stated, setting his wine glass down on the deck behind you two.

Your cheeks burned red and you shook your head. “Bucky, I would never! And don’t call me beautiful!” You hiccuped through your giggles, turning to face Bucky. He was much closer and it made your heart skip. Bucky took your sunglasses off and set them down. His eyes looked into yours and you never noticed the different shades of blue hidden in his.

Bucky caressed your cheek and you stared at him, unsure of what to do. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Y/N.” Bucky said quietly, his eyes trailing along your face. You swallowed thickly and leaned into his touch. “I thought you hated me.” You slurred slightly with creased eyebrows. “I don’t. God, I don’t.” Bucky breathed, sounding rather nervous.

Bucky started to lean in, his hand resting on the side of your neck. You blinked a few times as he inched closer. “Just tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his knee brushing against yours. You let out a small exhale, letting his lips brush against yours. “No.” You whispered, finally pressing your lips against Bucky’s.

He groaned into the kiss and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue bump your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and started to twirl your tongue around his. He tasted like red wine and mint, a mixture you’d never get over.

You moved to sit on Bucky’s lap and his hands moved to rest on your hips. Your hands traveled along his neck, making their way into his long hair. Your mind was clouded but you were fully aware of the erection he was sporting. You rolled your hips against his, eliciting a  low growl from Bucky. He pulled away, your lips creating a wet smacking sound as he did so.

Your breath was heavy, your chest heaving up and down. Bucky gulped, his eyes trailing along your face and your exposed chest above the water in your bikini top. “Th-that-” Bucky breathed, his hand moving up to touch his lips. You smirked and leaned into his ear. “Kitten got your tongue?” You asked with a smirk, licking up the shell of his ear.

Bucky groaned and his eyes shut momentarily as you rolled your hips against his again. His lips were on yours in no time, tongues twirling, teeth biting, hands grabbing, nails clawing.

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moodboard: magiano, the young elites

 “We cannot just die, not without trying. Not without fighting. We exist because this world exists. It’s a responsibility of ours, whether or not anyone will remember it, to protect it. ”

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Curious And Curiouser

ok i know it kinda sucks and like I’ve never drawn backgrounds or full body before but I’m mildly proud of myself for attempting background full body and crappy gif making without completely throwing this out halfway _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

(also had like negative time to draw this man had to do it across my break times it is so blotchy I cannot wait for exams to end and I can finally sit down and draw for real)

I really wanna do more stuff that isn’t just portraits ;; w ;; Also!!! Thank you so much for all those lovely messages you guys send!!!!! It’s always welcomed and the positivity makes me squirm in my seat i don’t get complimented much;;


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Kane & Toews: forever linked (x)

requested by @musainrules <3

Fire (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: Hey y'all! This was sent in by the lovely anon who requested some hardcore angry sex. I kinda changed it up a lil bit because the original one i wrote I lost cuz I didn’t save it and I couldn’t get on tumblr to re look at the request! 😭 but I hope you like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤


Request: I’m begging you, full out on my knees, to make a smutty bucky one-shot that is just total hate sex. Like him and the reader just dont get along, she thinks hes too brooding and a total try hard, and he thinks shes a pampered bitch. and then one night when theyre fighting just BAM! hate sex but then they realize they actually like each other but none of them will admit it ;)) (there can be a part two, if you want, maybe,) I love your writing

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“Are you fucking serious, Barnes?” you spat as you both entered the quinjet.

This was the third time in the last month he’s jeopardized a mission. The last two were purely out of spite, just to get a reaction out of you. But this time, he almost got you killed as well. To say the both of you disliked each other was a serious understatement. You fucking despised each other with a fiery passion and everyone knew it. You two were polar opposites.

When Bucky got into his little mood swings, he expected you to just shut your mouth and take it. After all, that’s what he was used to with Steve. But you weren’t anything like Steve. Not at all. You were extremely outspoken, you spoke your mind whenever and however you wanted. You weren’t anybody’s trained monkey, especially not his. So of course, when he realized you had zero amount of chill in you, all it did was piss him off even more and fuel the fire between you two.

“For fucks sake, Y/N,” he spat back just as bitterly. “Just shut your mouth for once!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. You honestly didn’t understand his logic. So, you were supposed to just sit quiet while he screwed this entire operation up? No fucking way.

“I know you’re probably used to getting your way,” you bickered, sitting in the pilot seat and flicking on the many switches. “But I’m not everybody else.”

All though you couldn’t see him, you could tell your words hit home. The subtle rumbling of the quinjet was the only audible thing as it lifted from the ground. You, being the pilot and all, kept your focus on keeping the jet in the air. But all that went to shit as soon as you heard him say something under his breath.

“Excuse me?” you spun around in the chair.

“I said you really need to get laid. That’s probably why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

You usually had excellent composure when it came to problematic people like him, but that was your last straw. Standing up, you walked over towards him and smacked him straight across the face.

His head jolted to the side from the force. Slowly, you could see a little red handprint right where the spot was.His eyes widened at first and you immediately regretted hitting him. Reality started hitting you like a brick wall. Bucky was twice your size, not in height though. You were only two or three inches shorter, but when it came to muscle mass, he was a fucking beast.
And you just had to go and awaken it, didn’t you?

“I-I’m sorry!” you squeaked, backing away from him slowly.

He was completely silent, and that sent chills down your spine. He stepped forward, stalking towards you. His blue eyes were much darker than before, which wasn’t a good sign at all. Oh god, what if you somehow managed to send him straight into Winter Soldier mode? If that happened, there was no way on earth you’d be able to fight him off.

Your instincts finally kicked in, screaming at you to run towards the rear of the jet, which held most of the weaponry. It wasn’t the brightest idea but what else was there? You were in midair! Without another thought, you tried to slip past him.

And boy were you wrong.

With ease, Bucky’s metal and wrapped around your throat and slammed you into the wall of the quinjet. You let out a frightened squeak. He placed his flesh hand around your chin harshly, digging into the flesh. You kicked your legs, trying to at least knee him in the crotch. Nat always said that was the best defense in those situations.

Before you could do it, you felt Bucky’s lips on yours.

You went completely frozen.

You expected to be stabbed to death, certainly not this. As fucked up as it was, you couldn’t help but acknowledge how nice his lips felt against your trembling ones. His lips moved against yours expertly, his tongue running along your bottom lip. You didn’t mean to, but a small moan escaped your lips. He pressed his body into yours, easing himself between your legs.

It’s as if he could tell you were enjoying yourself. He pulled away far too soon, smirking down at your smaller self with triumph. Oh, you hated him so much.

“See?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re already a much more pleasant person and we’ve only gotten to first base.”
You wiggled in his grasp, earning nothing but an amused chuckle from him. As humiliating as it was, you were so turned on. You could feel the wetness inside your cat suit and you desperately wished it would go away.

“I hate you,” you frowned, much to Bucky’s dismay.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.” he says, leaning in between your legs and pressing kisses along your throat. You gasped, throwing your head back. “I dislike you sometimes,” He sucked harshly on the piece of flesh just below your ear, earning a cry of pleasure from you.

“But. I. Don’t. Fucking. Hate. You.” he thrusted his hips against yours after each word, causing your breaths to stutter.

With a small, submissive moan, you spread your legs wider for him. You could feel him grin into your neck. He was enjoying this so much. With another roll of his hips, you felt your orgasm growing nearer. You let out little pants, moving your hips against his much harder. Bucky’s erection pressed against your heat, giving you a sweet mental image of how big he was.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your orgasm neared. “Please…I’m…I’m gonna-“

The next thing you know, Bucky’s hand released its grip on your throat. Instead, his hand went straight for your ponytail, twisting it painfully. You let out cry, reaching your hands behind your head to free yourself. He practically dragged you away from the wall, all the way until you were facing the large window of the quinjet windshield.

Bucky’s flesh hand slid down to your lower back and gave you a harsh push. Losing your balance, you felt your front collide with the dashboard, your suit pressing against the many buttons. You winced at the feeling of the buttons pressing into your torso. There was no doubt, you were going to have a dozen little triangular shaped bruises tomorrow.

Bucky’s hand gripped the zipper of your suit and slowly tugged it down. You felt the material separate down your body, leaving you exposed. His hand traced down your spine gently, taking in the feel of your feverish skin. With a groan, you rocked your behind back into his crotch. He hissed, grabbing the unzipped material and pulling it from your body, leaving you in only your underwear.

“Fuck…” you heard him whisper under his breath. His hand traced the curve of your ass gently, feeling the soft skin in his hands. He pinched it harshly, earning a cry from you. Bucky traced the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back from your body and snapping it back onto your skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded anymore. You wanted him inside you so fucking bad and all he did was tease you. It was so unfair.

“You gotta ask nicely, sweetheart.” He cooed, hooking his finger underneath the waist band of your underwear and tugging them down your thighs. You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the shuffling of his pants coming off. You saw his jacket and shirt being tossed onto the pilot chair near you.

“Please, Bucky,” you tried to sound as innocent as possible. “Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad. Please…sir.”

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips at the last word.

You were in for it now.

Without any warning, he slammed his hips into yours, his cock entering you forcefully. You let out a scream that echoed throughout the quinjet. Bucky fucked you hard and fast, his metal hand twisted into your hair. Your body jolted forward with each thrust, your nipples brushing against the many buttons beneath you.

“Oh my go-o-o-od!” you moaned, your voice stuttering with each thrust. Bucky nudged his foot with your left one, forcing your legs apart even further. You could feel each and every inch of him inside you, burying himself into your heat deeper and deeper. You placed your hands on the dashboard for support.

“You like that, you little bitch?” he asked, landing a smack onto your behind. You nodded your head furiously. He gave you another smack, this one harder than the last.

“Yes, sir!” You cried out, clenching around his cock. “I love it so fucking much!”

He threw his head back at the feeling, letting out a string of Russian curses. You didn’t understand what he said, but it was still probably the hottest thing you’ve seen. The way his abs flexed each time he crashed into you sent a wave of arousal over you.
For the second time, you felt your orgasm creeping up. You were so fucking close, so close. You just needed it a little bit harder.

Your thighs began to tremble from the approaching euphoria; your eyes closed on their own accord. You could feel your juices on Bucky’s thighs, dripping down your own onto the ground. The sounds that escaped your mouth were so fucking dirty and borderline pornographic, but it only seemed to please Bucky even more.

With a scream of his name, you came on Bucky’s cock. Your pussy tightened around him, milking him into his own release. Bucky fell against your back, his hips stuttering as he neared his own finish. You whimpered, feeling the aftershocks of his thrusts. You could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. You reached your hand behind you, slipping it between the two of you and began massaging his balls.
And that was it for him.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he shouted into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours a final time. You could feel his come coat your walls, filling you up. You wiggle from underneath him, accidentally clenching around his cock. His let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips.

“I think my hips are broken.” You whisper, peering over your shoulder. All jokes aside, you could already feel the soreness building in your hip area. Jesus, you won’t be able to sit down for at least a few days. Damn Bucky and his super soldier cock.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted softly into your shoulder, completely ignoring your previous statement. Your eyes widened. “I never really did dislike you, either.”

You turned your head to the side. “Then why do you treat me like you do?” you ask, staring at the wall of the quinjet. This was more than just shocking. You were actually convinced that he hated you with his entire being. So what was going on?

“I’m not exactly good at expressing love correctly,” he confessed, letting out a small laugh. But you could tell there was no humor behind it.

“Love?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised.

“I love you, Y/N,” he shifted so that he was right by your ear now. “I have for a while now.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your face even if you wanted to.

You sigh dramatically. “I guess I kinda, sorta, maybe love you, too. But only if you promise to do this every time we fight.”

He let out a laugh, sending vibrations down your spine.

“You got it, doll.”


-FIN ❤

(I can’t look at the quinjet the same now lol!) ❤

cassandra is a lesbian and i have proof

• is resentful towards eugene, probably for stealing away the most beautiful ethereal princess in the world

• this pissed off look when lady cain is being a dick to rapunzel

“that’s my fUTURE WIFE BITCH”

• has a sword

• sorry, a chest full of swords

• makes a show out of breaking one of said swords over a spike to impress rapunzel

• actually rewind, had no reason to go against her duties and sneak rapunzel out other than to sweep her off her feet because she is In Love w/ her

in conclusion, there is no heterosexual explanation for this

Shawn Jackson and Hasse Bernfield, better known as Whit and Slug.  These two are Nana’s adopted grandsons, and certified little shits– ESPECIALLY Whit.  Both of them have spent most of their lives on the planet too.

Whit came to the planet with their (rich) family to live in one of the colony.  They got their nickname because of the old Whitworth rifle they carried around: it’s a family heirloom and they would always brag that they would inherit it and use it one day.  They’re kind of annoying, 110% sass, and a joker.  It was them who told Nana all that dumb shit that she totally believes.

Slug’s parents died in a mining accident and he became a bit of an outcast in the community.  He wouldn’t let anyone near him and ended up bullying kids out of food and money.  When he tried to steal from Whit, an outcast in their own right, they became fast friends.  He got his name from his weapon of choice: the shotgun.

Also Whit is totally pining for Slug.