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Happy Birthday Ashmolean!

Britain’s first museum is 334 years old today! Here it is in today’s glorious sunshine. On 24 May 1683 the doors of the original Ashmolean Museum were officially opened to the public.

Have you seen our new banners up yet? Our exciting summer show Raphael: The Drawings opens next Thursday 1 June and brings together 120 stunning works from international collections spanning the brief but brilliant career of the Renaissance genius. Raphael was just 37 when he died.

This exciting exhibition focuses on his extraordinary creativity, and shows how exploration and experimentation shaped his breathtakingly accomplished drawings.

anonymous asked:

Isn't it funny how they're trying to rehab Rebecca's image, and yet (from what I've seen) Chrissie is the one getting more likable by the month? Rebecca redeemed a White... it just ended up being her sis lol

here’s my thing anon, here’s my stonking big problem with Miss Universally Adored Rebecca White:

(why do i keep making these posts im sorry)

It sort seems like they’ve tried to make her a sympathetic character by simply trying to take away her agency entirely. And this might not be accurate, because she is so hard to understand as a character. I don’t know how we’re supposed to take her? She gets a lot of moments where she’s sad about the sorry state of her life but also a lot of moments where she’s actively sabotaging everyone around her.

I can’t think of the last time she made a decision on her own, without anyone influencing her. Legitimately, I can’t. She’s either going by what Robert suggests, or Chrissie, or Victoria, or whomever is around her and… it just seems like she can’t do anything herself. And I sometimes wonder if it is designed that way to make her often underhanded actions seem less terrible, because poor Rebecca, she’s not the only one to blame, it was way more the fault of [insert this episode’s bully here].

A few random examples (and by no means an extensive list):

Robert is responsible for: the abortion(s), betraying Lachlan, betraying Chrissie (over and over), cheating on Aaron and Ross, getting Ross to blackmail Robert

Chrissie is responsible for: Lawrence turning against her, confronting Aaron about the kiss

Debbie is responsible for: getting Lawrence arrested

When is anything purely her fault? When does she ever make a decision completely on her own? Even he final decision to not have an abortion came after Victoria spoke with her. Is this a designed character fault (because it’s the most consistent thing about her), or is this a tactic the writers have been using to have us feel sorry for her time and again? Because it just makes her seem desperately, uninterestingly weak. And completely unable to take responsibility for herself. But this is a woman who we’re supposed to believe wants a child and would be able to raise a child? Are we supposed to be rooting for her? Are we supposed to understand that she’s weak and easily manipulated? But still always ready to get on her high horse about the wrong doings people have inflicted on and around her?

I just don’t know how they want us to take her and that’s a problem, because the way she reads on screen is completely at odds with how Iain and EH have spoken about her, and this might be bias from myself towards Robert but I really don’t think it is - I do try to look at things as critically and fairly as possible, even if it means condemning characters who I love or sympathising with characters I don’t. But I just…. I’m so confused by her. The character we’ve ended up with can’t possibly have been the intention, can it? And if it is, why does all the press around her suggest otherwise?

Were they just that determined to put her in the role of the person coming between one of if not their most popular couple and have people still like her that they’ve just forced it too hard - and how does no one know that that doesn’t work with audiences? I know it must be very hard to objectively see how something plays out when you know the entire story, supposed character motivations and context behind everything but… can they really not see it? If it wasn’t their intention, can they really not see how much they’ve failed and how desperately her character needs a complete 180 to have a hope of working?

It’s so confusing to me, honestly.

I know it probably doesn’t sound like it, but I don’t even dislike the character - when she’s cute and entertaining, I enjoy it. She’s got an interesting backstory (to me) - but the writing for her is so awful. It’s so inconsistent and contrived and honestly, I don’t like being told that I need to like someone, or sympathise with them - I’d rather be shown it.

And this is the worst part because the character doesn’t even inspire hate in me - it doesn’t inspire anything, particularly. I have complete apathy 90% of the time. The way she’s written and her role in this story make me so frustrated, but the character herself has so little to her that it’s just vaguely exhausting.

Chrissie, on the other hand, is written in a way where it’s very clear where she’s supposed to be in the villain role, when we’re supposed to sympathise with her, she’s been given layers, we’ve seen her be put through the mill first hand, rather than in retcon, in ways that she was completely innocent to. It’s easier to feel sad for her, to respond emotionally to her.

I mean, I know this is biased because Chrissie is one of my faves, but at least she plays defined roles in her stories, whilst still feeling like a complex and layered character.

I need to stop with these feeling outbursts 😌

Arrow season 6 premiere spec

Is it just me or have the Arrow writers been watching one too many episodes of The Walking Dead? *Spoilers for anyone who hasn’t watched the Arrow finale or The Walking Dead yet.*
Season 6 of TWD ended with pretty much the whole cast lined up and then Negan starts wailing on someone. The audience don’t know who it is. We have to wait the whole hiatus to find out who lived and who died. In the season 7 premiere the deaths were revealed in flashbacks and most of the episode followed Rick in the immediate aftermath. So here’s my thinking on how the season 6 premiere of Arrow will work. It’s either going to pick up immediately in the aftermath of the finale. Although, Arrow usually likes to stick to the present time in terms of where the season starts. The timeline usually follows real life. So I think the episode will open back in Star City and will just focus on Oliver. Maybe he’s out fighting as Green Arrow or whatever, as the episode goes on each surviver will be revealed in present time and then we’ll see them in the past. This allows Arrow to continue to use the flashbacks device at least for one episode. Maybe even over several depending on how fast they want to resolve the mystery over who survived. I’d also think it would be interesting if they have someone left behind who was thought to be dead but actually survived and is stuck on the island. Maybe we follow them as they try to get off the island and then return to Star City by mid season. Or maybe we don’t know that they survived and their return is the big surprise going into midseason hiatus. Anyways just some thoughts I had.

Star-Lord and the Two Assholes (Part One)

Summary: A visit from Peter Quill has the Team in good spirits. But will a visit from Peter bring some things to light?
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words: 657
A/N: This first part has some very minor spoilers from Guardians 2 so just a heads up!

How the hell did you get here? Dancing around the kitchen with the rest of the team as you made music by banging together pots and pans? Oh right. Because Peter Quill was in town for the week and he’d brought along his Zune filled with only the best tunes in the galaxy.

You’d liked Peter the moment you met him. He was very dorky yet had a distinct way about him that came across as suave. But what you liked more was that he had the best music. Songs like Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, Heard it Through the Grapevine, and the Jackson’s Blame it on the Boogie were all heard throughout the Tower, and that was just in the first hour.

Hip bumping with Peter Quill, the two of you now sang your lungs out to I Wanna Dance with Somebody, as the rest of the team made music. The laughter that escaped when the song was over showed just how much joy Peter brought to the team. You even noticed that Bucky was bobbing his head along to the music.

“I think it’s time we say goodnight, seeing that it is 3 AM,” Vision said, and the rest of the team groaned. Peter tried to fight Vision’s announcement, but it was to no use. Tony showed Peter where his room was, and the rest of you said your goodnights.

The next morning you woke up early and went to the kitchen to bake muffins. You’d made enough so that whoever wanted some could share with you, and you were surprised to see that Peter was the second one to the kitchen. “Something smells really good… are those blueberry muffins?!” Peter looked so excited that you couldn’t help but laugh in response.

“Sure are, and I’ve got enough so we can share,” you said, pulling the muffins out of the tray and onto a plate in front of him.

Not only did Peter have the best music, but he was also a great person to talk to. At first, the conversation was light and simple, but then delved into more serious and pressing matters. “It’s like my buddy Drax told me once, you have to find someone who dances, or maybe in your case sings, to songs.” Peter said, shoveling more muffin into his mouth as you thought about the words Peter had said.

Then the conversation turned to Bucky. You felt that the two of you had something, but neither one of you were blunt enough to bring it up. However, the way he looked at you sometimes had you feeling like he not only saw your contribution to the team, but who you really were.

As the two of you finished breakfast, Steve and Bucky walked into the kitchen. A sheen of sweat covered Bucky’s face, alerting you he’d been to the gym already. Scanning over his body, you couldn’t help but bite your lip. His hair was now puffy, having grown it out a bit from the last time he’d cut it. He was also wearing a black funnel neck sweatshirt, and looking damn good in it. You couldn’t help but blush slightly at the dark thoughts entering your mind.

“Hope we weren’t interrupting anything,” Steve said. You and Peter had unknowingly grown very quiet after the two walked in.

“No, we were just finishing up,” you said, as you gathered your plates and utensils, carrying them to the sink. Bucky’s eyes followed you, and Peter took notice. As you left the kitchen to change into something other than your pajamas, Peter decided he’d stay and chat with the two senior citizens.

What Peter quickly learned however, was that both Steve and Bucky were so unbelievably boring. All they wanted to do was talk about the past, and after five minutes, Peter excused himself to something else. Anything else would be better than listening to these old farts, Peter thought to himself.

Tagged: @ailynalonso15 @lilasiannerd @cassandras-musings

The Key to Your Mind and Your Soul

I’ve been busy with school, so I haven’t written a fanfic in a while. I still have the BOTW feels, and I need to write some Zelink. Here’s a little aftermath story with an overdose of this beautiful pair. I don’t know how many parts it will have yet. We’ll see.

~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~

Everything was silent.

The birds weren’t chirping. The monsters had disappeared. The beast, Ganon… was dead.

The boy was so still, the princess thought he might have died on his feet. Neither of them were breathing; they were just so caught up in the moment. After 100 years, Hyrule was finally saved. No more death. No more destruction.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, the princess sighed in relief. “Link,” she called out to the knight. He turned to her, his eyes full of wonder. “Do you… do you truly remember me?”

The knight gazed at his princess with a certain sadness. He had memories of her, but they were scarce and few, as though he had been watching clips of someone else’s life. He didn’t truly understand what he used to feel for her.

“I… I’m really not sure,” Link said, his weak voice barely loud enough for the princess to hear. He paused, unused to speaking, then continued, “I remember who you are, but…”

In that moment, Zelda felt her heart drop down to her feet. Of course her knight wouldn’t remember. All she’d left him to go by were a few pictures to try to jog his memory. The princess released a sigh, gazing over Link with worry. What if his memory never came back?

“Well, that’s… that’s fine,” Zelda lied, forcing a smile. “I’ll help you remember. Everything will be just–”

The princess was abruptly cut off as Link stumbled forward, grabbing her arms. “L-link? Are you okay?” The knight didn’t answer her. Instead, his grip loosed, and he fell.

“Link!” Panicked, Zelda knelt to the ground, scanning her knight for the problem– and there it was. Hidden under his arm, there was a piece of debris, no, a claw, lodged into Link’s side. Ganon’s claw.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Zelda’s eyes widened at the sight of the wound. Knowing Ganon, that claw was probably poisoned. But she couldn’t just yank it out! Link might bleed to death before they could find help.

The princess gasped. Help! There must have been a village somewhere nearby. Zelda desperately grasped at the Shika slate that hung from her knight’s waist and pulled up the map. The closest village was Kakariko, and from the markings surrounding it, Link seemed to visit there regularly. It was perfect.

Zelda held on to Link and pressed “teleport to shrine”, but nothing happened. She frowned, then strapped the slate to her waist. “I guess it can only take one person per slate. Don’t worry, Link, we’ll get you safe.”

As if on cue, a pure white steed burst through the trees, halting in front of them. It wore a simple leather harness, but that somehow made the horse look even more impressive. It whinnied as if to say, “Well, are you coming, or not?” Zelda immediately broke out of her trance, settling her knight on the steed’s back and sitting behind Link to secure him.

When they were situated, Zelda took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “Everything will be fine,” she tried to convince herself. Then, she gave the horse’s side a light kick, and they headed off towards Kakariko village. Towards help.

~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~♥︎~

Next >> (coming soon)

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I’m starting to work on art pieces I had as WIPs for a while (either a couple of weeks ago or a month ago. Or two months ago…) to finish them up. Maybe not by the end of the month but I just want some of these projects finished.

The first one, since it was the closest to done anyways (as I finished McJones’ lineart and just needed to colour it in) are mock up sprites of Dean and McJones in Asagao Academy as they ARE technically canon. These are just my headcanon designs although to be fair, it also goes how I draw them (especially since I can’t draw Dean’s hair super properly yet close enough for you to recognize him. Oh yeah and Dean doesn’t usually wear his glasses here. Probably keeps them in his pocket or something). I can’t imitate the art style of course (hands for example) but they look pretty good for mock up sprites.

Although I have to admit, I’m not too fond of the pose I gave Dean. Although overall, I think the mock-up sprites look good. I’m pretty happy with these. Since I separated a lot of things with the sprites, I might try to make other expressions but we’ll have to see. For now, I’m settling with these neutral pose mock-ups.

Pay Attention to Me

It was obvious who Jian Yi relied on, who he always went to and who he bugged on a daily basis. Zhan wasn’t stupid and he knew how Jian Yi felt about him. But they were best friends and he wasn’t ready to give that up yet. What could he do?

“Tell me again, why is it that we’re all here?” Zhan asked, slightly annoyed.

He, Jian Yi, He Tian and Mo Guan Shan were all at He Tian’s lofty apartment. Mo was in the kitchen, reluctantly making them dinner after talking with He Tian which was less of actual conversing and more Mo screaming at He Tian to ‘go die’ and ‘eat a chicken dick’. Jian Yi didn’t seem to mind that they were there and it seemed like Mo was already more than comfortable. Zhan frowned to himself when Jian Yi scooted close to him. 

“Aren’t you having fun, Zhan? C’mon, this isn’t so bad! We get free food!”

Zhan huffed and said nothing. Jian Yi’s face fell like a dejected puppy and he looked away.

“You two are getting along famously, as usual, hm?” He Tian interjected, plopping down on the couch between them. “So, Jian Yi, shall we continue our conversation from last time?”

“Conversation…?” Zhan asked, an eyebrow raised. 

Jian Yi’s cheeks went red. “Shut the hell up, He Tian. Don’t tell him about that!”

“What? I wasn’t going to say anything,” He Tian said jokingly.

Zhan wasn’t even listening anymore. He was focused on Jian Yi’s sudden flustered face at He Tian’s words. Why did he blush like that? What did they have a conversation about? His mind started to wander and a strange anger burned inside of him. If He Tian had Guan Shan then why were he and Jian Yi so close? But why did Zhan care if they were close? He stood from the couch, quietly excused himself and trekked to the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him. Zhan leaned over the sink, trying to make sense of the situation. 

“What’s wrong with me… It’s fucking He Tian, there’s no way Jian Yi would go for a guy like him. Why do I care?!” Zhan groaned loudly and held his head, his back against the bathroom door. He knew why he cared so much but he didn’t want to admit it. Outside the door, Jian Yi stood with his back against it as well and a crestfallen look on his face. 

“Zhan…”

[ For @kevedderemin, enjoy~ ]

………………………..wholesome

Aries: Told You So

I know you like
When I admit that I was wrong and you were right
At least I try
To keep my cool when I’m thrown into a fire
And they go

I hate to say I told you so
But they love to say they told me so
I hate to say I told you so
They love to say they told me

Taurus: Hard Times

All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright
That I ain’t gonna die
All that I want
Is a hole in the ground
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out

Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives
And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times

Gemini: 26

Hold onto hope if you got it
Don’t let it go for nobody
They say that dreaming is free
I wouldn’t care what it cost me

Reality will break your heart
Survival will not be the hardest part
It’s keeping all your hopes alive
All the rest of you has died
So let it break your heart

Cancer: Pool

I’m underwater
With no air in my lungs
My eyes are open
I’m done giving up
You are the wave
I could never tame
If I survive
I’ll dive back in

As if the first blood didn’t thrill enough
I went further out to see what else was left of us
Never found the deep end of our little ocean
Drain the fantasy of you
Headfirst into shallow pools

Leo: Idle Worship

Oh, it’s such a long and awful lonely fall
Down from this pedestal that you keep putting me on
What if I fall on my face?
What if I make a mistake?
If it’s okay a little grace would be appreciated
Remember how we used to like ourselves?
What little light that’s left, we need to keep it sacred
I know that you’re afraid to let all the dark escape ya
But we could let the light illuminate these hopeless places

Just let me let you down

Hey, baby I’m not your superhuman
And if that’s what you want
I hate to let you down
I got your hopes up
Now I got you hoping
But I’m gonna be the one that let you down

Virgo: Forgiveness

Don’t you go and get it twisted
Forgiving is not forgetting
Don’t you go and get it twisted
Forgiving is not forgetting
No, it’s not forgetting
No, I’ll never forget it, no

And you, you want forgiveness
(I can barely hang on to myself)
But I, I can’t give you that
(I can’t give you, I can’t give you that)
And you, you want forgiveness
(I’m afraid that I’ll have nothing left)
But I, I just can’t do it yet
(I can’t do, I just can’t do it yet)

Libra: Fake Happy

And if I go out tonight, dress up my fears
You think I’ll look alright with these mascara tears?
See I’m gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth
And if the lights are low they’ll never see me frown

If I smile with my teeth
Bet you believe me
If I smile with my teeth
I think I believe me

Oh please don’t ask me how I’ve been
Don’t make me play pretend
Oh no, oh oh what’s the use?
Oh please, I bet everybody here is fake happy too

Scorpio: Grudges

Time is a bastard I won’t break my neck to get around it
But aren’t we so brave to give up a fight
And let the years go by without us
‘Cause now I feel you by my side
And I don’t even care if it’s been a while
I can feel that we’ve changed and we’re better this way

Stop asking why
Why we had to waste so much time
Well, we just pick up, pick up and start again
'Cause we can’t keep holding on to grudges

Sagittarius: No Friend

Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed,
Another song that runs too long god knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket and we’ll do our riot!

Dance beneath another burning sky,
Behind our painted lips
In scores of catatonic smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection
You project on me

Capricorn: Tell Me How

Think I’m tired of getting over it
Just starting something new again
I’m getting sick of the beginnings
And always coming to your defences
I guess it’s good to get it off my chest
I guess I can’t believe I haven’t yet
You know I got my own convictions
And they’re stronger than any addiction
But no one’s winning
[…]
You keep me up with your silence
Take me down with your quiet
Of all the weapons you fight with
Your silence is the most violent

Aquarius: Caught in the Middle

I can’t think of getting old
It only makes me want to die
And I can’t think of who I was
'Cause it just makes me want to cry, cry, cry
Can’t look back, can’t look too far ahead
I got the point, I got the message
[…]
I was dreaming life away
All the while just going blind
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Behind the lids of my own eyes
Nostalgia’s cool, but it won’t help me now
A dream is good, if you don’t wear it out
[…]
No, I don’t need no help
I can sabotage me by myself

Pisces: Rose-Colored Boy

Just let me cry a little bit longer
I ain’t gon’ smile if I don’t want to
Hey, man, we all can’t be like you
I wish we were all rose-colored too
My rose-colored boy

Leave me here a little bit longer
I think I wanna stay in the car
I don’t want anybody seeing me cry now
You say “We gotta look on the bright side”
I say “Well maybe if you wanna go blind”
You say my eyes are getting too dark now
But boy, you ain’t ever seen my mind

Hello sweeties! Exams are over which means organizing and tidying up my bedroom, some of you asked me how to make it a cute space that you enjoy being so here are some ideas ♥

Your budget:
So before you get started, think about how much money you want to spend or how much time you have. If you can’t afford to have your ‘dream room’ yet, you can do it little by little or save enough until you can give your bedroom a complete makeover!

Think of your vibe/theme:
Do you want it to be dark? cute? boho? maybe around a certain movie or characters? What’s important is that you choose something you know you’ll enjoy and it’ll make you happy, no one else matters!  

Your bed:
So for me this is one of the most important things to consider. Your bedspread is often the biggest part of your decor so find one you like and will not grow out of for a while. You could also buy new pillows or even make some for yourself if you’re crafty!

Painting your walls:
I know it’s not always possible, BUT if you can and your parents will allow it, it makes such a difference! Light colors can make the space look bigger and certain colors give off different moods so think carefully before choosing one. 

Your desk:
If you have a study/DIY/art area, make it the favorite part of your room! it should be a space to keep you inspired, not bored or anxious. I know you’ve seen all the cute desk areas that you wish were in your room but you’re too lazy to get started… :) 

Accesories:
This means fairy lights, pictures on your walls, small plants, candles, rugs or whatever floats your boat. 

*I wrote each one of these personally, so please don’t repost. I hope this helps you! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate on messaging me ^_^ © freepic icon

Love, Yumi 🛏️

anonymous asked:

Jughead is only asexual in the recent 2015 edition of the comics and even then he can still be in a relationship so jot that down.

Am I really gonna waste my energy on Bug*ead shippers? Am I really gonna do that? 

Okay, listen up sweetie.

Jughead was not just made asexual in the 2015 edition of the Archie comics. Jughead has always been asexual, or should I say aroace. His repulsion towards dating and romance has been one of the most prominent aspects of the comics, besides the love triangle, it’s one of the things that made Jughead Jones (and not whatever that thing on Riverdale is) so iconic and a fan favourite character in the first place.

If you know anything about sexuality, then you know that a person isn’t suddenly “made” gay or bisexual or pansexual etc. Those are just labels. And the only thing that Jughead got in 2015 is a label. A confirmation that he is in fact ace. But that’s how he’s been all along:

In fact, he’d only kiss a girl because she had a peanut-butter flavoured lipstick on:

Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure these are from the 80s through the 90s.

And let’s look at his reaction when his identical cousin showed up and started hooking up with girls thus spreading rumours that Jughead is interested in romance:

He made an announcement for the entire school, that’s how important in was for him.

Now on to your second point. People who identify as asexuals can fall in love and have relationships and even engage in sexual activities if they want, considering ace simply represents the lack of sexual attraction. Well it depends. There’s an entire spectrum between being sexual and asexual, just like there’s a spectrum between being gay and straight. Sexuality is fluid. Some people can identify as ace but still feel romantic attraction which means they still fall in love etc. What they’re comfortable with physically depends on each and every individual.

However.

Jughead Jones is not a romantic asexual. He is, and always has been what we call aroace, aka aromantic asexual –> canonically he doesn’t want to be involved with anyone, romantically or otherwise, he’s expressed repulsion towards being intimate.

And by making him straight, not even ace, just plain old straight, the writers of Riverdale not only completely erased his identity, they took away the only representation the ace community has in the popular media. Imagine if the gay community or the bi community had only one character to represent them through the years. And then they just took them away. IMAGINE THE OUTRAGE ON TUMBLR DOT COM. Yet here y’all are ignoring ace erasure because he’s so cute with Betty omg!!! Another mediocre vanilla CW romance how could we deal without it!!! Not to mention she’s gonna end up with Archie anyway lmao.

I always try to be nice to people regardless of whether their ship is in the narrative or nah, but I’m done with this bullshit and that terrible show, if you ship Bug*ead then you are a part of the problem, you’re supportive of the erasure of someone’s identity and you don’t care that a whole group of people lost a beloved character who represented their struggles wonderfully, just because it doesn’t affect you and that’s unbelievably ugly and we’re done here.

This is the Jughead that the ace community deserved.

Lachesism! Lance

sooooo this is something me and @moppingleshitoutofyou came up with a while ago, hope yall enjoy!!

you can check out some of my other mini fics here


Lance didn’t really know when it started. There were too many incidents to pinpoint its exact origins. It could have began when he tried to jump out the window when he was six to prove that he could totally fly Marcos. Or when he was nine and ate a bee when Lily said they were dangerous, because how dangerous can a chubby little bumblebee be? It was like it was always there, this little voice urging him to prove his worth through dangerous tasks.

it wasn’t until he was fifteen when the real trouble began. 

Once again, the origins of the power he was given was unknown to him. He sorta just woke up one day and bam, he felt the emotions of everyone in the house. To say it was overwhelming would be an understatement. He could practically taste his mother’s worry and his sister’s sadness and he just wanted to help them you know? Ease their pain, because no one deserved to feel those emotions. Perhaps it was then that he became aware of the feelings his felt since he was a kid. He had a form of lachesism, or at least that’s what the therapist his parents forced him to go to told him.

It took countless hours of research to figure out what the hell lachesism even was, since it wasn’t something that simply popped up in everyday conversations. And the whole emotions things? Yeah, it took a while to figure out how that fit into this mess. 

In fact, he was still trying to figure it all out when he went to the Garrison, which was yet another mess because he could feel all of the students’ emotions too. His family’s emotions were barely a sliver of what he had to endure every day. There was just, just so much sadness here. It was like a new wave hit him every time he moved, encasing him in this bubble of hurt. It was too much at times, causing him to spiral into anxiety attacks when Hunk was asleep. 

Yet, he thrived in the pain he was forced to endure everyday. Maybe it was the fact he was given this power to know what everyone was feeling, but he finally felt like he was worth something. Who else could stand feeling other’s emotions constantly thrown at them, if they were not at least worth something. Call it middle child syndrome, but Lance finally felt like he could make a difference. He could help these people! All he had to do was try to keep them happy and their sadness would begin to melt away. 

Thus, class-clown Lance was born at the age of 16, who was always there to crack a joke. He learned to talk more to make others feel comfortable and laugh loud enough for everyone to feel included. Finally, Lance felt clarity in his mind for the first time in years, and he was able to truly believe he had worth.

However this only solved the problem for a bit, as smiles can only go so far. Soon the sadness returned, albeit weaker than before, but it was still there. This unsettled Lance more than he thought it would. How could he help now? How could he prove he was more than just a cargo pilot? He was already struggling to keep up with Keith and now this? 

It was when Lance was comforting Hunk after a panic attack did he realize just how far his powers could reach. 

The two had been cuddling when Lance felt this pull, this tug towards Hunk’s emotions that he never felt before. He followed it of course and the feeling was indescribable. It was like he drowning in Hunk’s emotions, each feeling circling around him, urging him to touch, to feel. Shakily, he mentally reached out for the anxiety that kept bubbling up and it was like he sinking in this void of emotions that was endless. It wormed itself inside of Lance until it was gone, residing within him rather than Hunk. It was terrifying.

But Hunk’s smile after it was over, his slight laughter as he stated he felt better than he had in years, made it all worth it.


After being swept up in the whirlwind that was Voltron, Lance knew once again that he had worth. It wasn’t in his shooting capabilities or in his powerful bond with his lion or even in the persona he still continued. No, it was in the way he took away Pidge’s worry and soothed it with reassurance, how he slipped into Shiro’s room at night and removed the terror that plagued him to allow him a decent night of rest, and in the way he harbored Allura and Coran’s homesickness for the world they lost and offered them the feeling of family instead. This was his purpose, his way of showing his worth in subtle ways.

It took a toll on Lance though, the emotions he took away finding a home in his chest, weighing him down. He could feel the anxiety in his fingertips, the fear in his bones, and the never ending sadness in his mind. But it was worth it wasn’t it? He was protecting his teammates from the pain of these awful emotions, keeping up the spirits of Voltron through his pain. It was worth it. 

Blue didn’t think so. She’d often lecture Lance on overdoing it and how it truly wasn’t worth it, but couldn’t she see that it was? By him feeling this, surviving through this, he was able to see Pidge laugh freely and Hunk grow into his role as a paladin. Watch as Keith became more open to the group, his previous doubts now backed up with trust in his team. 

Oh cub, can’t you see how it weighs you down, how it tears you apart? She had asked one morning, specifically after a nasty panic attack. Can’t you see you’re worth more than this? That you’re more than just Lance, that you’re my paladin who doesn’t deserve this? Can’t you see?

But in the grand scheme of things, his wellbeing doesn’t matter, only that Voltron can still form. He was simply helping the process and he would be there for his team no matter what.

Despite this, Lance began to close in on himself. He spent hours upon hours with Blue, strengthening his powers so he could become more. He learned to manipulate the emotions, how to expel them onto others, making them feel the pain he suffered through each and everyday. He still went through his daily cleaning, helping each Paladin in whatever form they needed before heading back to his hangar and remaining there till night. The persona Lance built back at the Garrison had begun to crack, but it was fine because he was becoming stronger right? Now he could truly protect his team. He was no longer an emotional dump. He could send those emotions to whoever he pleased. He had worth.

The team began to get worried, however. They noticed how Lance began to close up, disappearing for hours on end. They knew they had to do something about it, but how?

“Maybe we could corner him?” Keith suggested, shrugging. 

“No, no, he wouldn’t tell us what was wrong if we did that. How about we call him up to the bridge?” Hunk replied, glancing at Shiro, who was pacing. 

“I don’t think that’ll work Hunk, you’ve seen Lance. Our best bet might be to go down to his hangar and speak to him there, the Blue Lion might help back us up,” Shiro sighed, looking down the hallway to where the hangars were,”I know he might freeze up but it’s the only option that gives us the backup of a lion.” 

The team nodded, Hunk simply turning silently, before beginning their dissent towards the hangars, nervousness tickling the back of their necks. It wasn’t long until they all stood before the door of the Blue Lion’s hangar. With a quick glance at the team Shiro was about to open it when it opened on its own silently, shocking the team slightly. Blue hummed quietly in the back of their minds before disappearing, allowing the paladins to enter her hangar. 

Hunk almost fainted at what awaited them, the rest gasping at the sight before them. 

There in the middle of the hangar, sat Lance surrounded by a hurricane of black that swirled faster with each passing second. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the paladins, yet they all felt like he just knew. It was when he opened his eyes that all hell broke loose.


Here’s Part Two !

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vm rewatch � 3x08 Lord of the Pi’s

Wrecked (Jikook Threesome)

I don’t know what to warn this. But it is pure smut and it has yaoi in it! If you don’t like it don’t read it. @silhouetted-beauty Helped me plan this out, so this is for you really <3 

You fidgeted with the box that you had currently been wrapping on your table, the tape not making your life easier as you tried to tape down the brown wrapping paper that had your doodles on it for your best friends. A soft growl rose from your throat, the corner of the left side of your mouth pushed up into a snarl. Your hair was everywhere from how you pulled it and raked your brains trying to figure out a solution to this hard task that was supposed to be simple. Clicking on your tongue when the box looked at least half decent, you made a motion to hop up from your kitchen table going towards your room to change from your long shirt that you slept in into something more appropriate for going out. Which actually in your mind wasn’t anything more covered up. Grabbing at white high waist shorts you slipped them on but not before putting on some fishnets that had a protective band around your waist ensuring the material would stay secure. Placing on your favorite red lace bra, you threw on a pink button down shirt, leaving the first three buttons undone you only snapped two below it in total before tying the ends in the front causing the shirt to rise and show a peak of the lower part of your belly button. Crossing into the bathroom feeling your excitement boil over practically, you set yourself in to curl your hair and pin it up, tying a bandana around it letting your bangs fall messily into your right eye. Your makeup was bold because at times you liked to be a bold girl- just not a scary one. Base and foundation a little blush also never hurt. Your eyebrows were drawn in to make them thick, your eyelashes curled and lined with mascara. You put pink eyeshadow around the bottom of your eyelid leaving the top to be a soft stroke of red as if it was fading out. You drew on wings on your eyelids finishing it off with red lipstick. Once you made sure you looked absolutely breathtaking you went to put on ankle boots not wanting to have to walk around town in heels all day.

Why were you getting so dressed up? Well your best friends Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook had just gotten back from tour. You had missed them terribly and while they were gone you also visited the states to stock up on their favorite snacks that couldn’t get brought in Korea and you made them something like a care package. You knew that the two should be home today, or at least the whole group, you hadn’t actually talked to them but considering they had down time you wanted to bet they would avoid the studio and the company building while they rested for at least a day. You had known Jimin and Jungkook before they debuted and you were lucky enough they kept you around to meet the rest of their friends deeming you as a best friend for life. And you were proud of all their hard work and everything they stood for. Grabbing at your house keys, you carried the large box in hand. As you walked to the curb to wait for a taxi all of you hoped that they were there, yes you should have asked but there’s no harm in coming over unannounced, right?

An hour later you were standing there in front of the dorm shaking off the nervous feeling you had in your stomach. You always got like this when it was time to come face to face with them again. It didn’t help that they were attractive as well, making you all the more nervous though you’ve practically spent all your time here with them. Walking up to their door, you knocked on the surface leaning against the door to see if you could hear anything. A pout soon graced your facial features as you were returned with nothing. Sighing you tried knocking once again and when you got no answer you called both phone lines that rang but never picked up. Sighing, you grabbed your spare key from your pocket (not even the manager knew you had it) so you had to pick and choose the right times to come over for his sake as well. You moved to open the door walking inside deciding to just leave the box there and wait for Jimin and Jungkook to tell you later how much they enjoyed the gift. At first, you decided to leave in on the table so that everyone would know it was from you but because you thought one of the elders would try to keep it for themselves you opted out and decided to head for their room.

“Ungh~ J-jimin.” You heard a deep male voice ring out with a cry of pleasure.

Your face heated up quickly, your ears felt like they were on fire and you prayed that you heard that wrong. Creeping towards the heavy breaths that quickly followed the moans of pleasure you ended up in front of one of the rooms. The door was ajar, open enough to see in but not wide enough to walk right in. What you saw almost made you drop the box. Jimin was on top of Jungkook, their naked bodies were pressed together, Jimin’s hand wrapped around Jungkook neck as he drove into him, fucking him senseless against the bed. Jimin was smirking looking down with hooded eyes at the male below him. Groaning from the pleasure as his hips slapped against Jungkook’s. His sweaty hair pressed against his forehead some falling into his eyes as he opened his mouth to whisper out to the pleading male.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck your ass for such a long time now don’t you know that? Seeing you do such sinful body rolls, how you kept teasing me biting those plump lips. You should be careful Jungkook, I’d hate for the hyungs to see you limp around wondering why your ass is so sore.” Jimin taunted earning husky moans from Jungkook.

“I did it just for you. I wanted you to fuck me until I couldn’t walk. I don’t get to have the pleasure often.” Jungkook groaned out rolling his head back in pleasure.

Jimin gripped at Jungkook’s member stroking it in time with his thrusts earning more shouts of pleasure from the vocalist. “Hmm sounds like someone enjoys that. You’re such a dirty boy baby. Do you like how I touch your cock? Does Jiminnie make you feel good?” Jimin taunted earning a strangled approval moan from Jungkook.

You almost dropped the box in your hands. You KNEW IT! You had tried multiple of times to ask Jimin and Jungkook about it and they denied that they were anything more than friends. It wasn’t until the latest broadcast of the Vapp that you figured they were lying to you trying to cover their asses. But now finally you had something to hang over their head! No more could they embarrass you. A soft groan from the room made you come back to the scene in front of you, your eyes were cast down to the floor as you had been lost in thought. Your panties becoming damp as you listened in on the lovers fucking. Your eyes roamed from the floor up to the bed and the dark eyes piercing through your own made you gasp out loud. Taking a step back to run you tripped over your feet, falling on your ass with the box almost falling onto the ground but you managed to catch it in your lap. Scooting backwards, your eyes stayed on Jimin as you backed up, seeing him smirk you tried to scramble off the floor but it was too late.

“Why don’t you come in here y/n.” Jimin gave Jungkook one last hard thrusts, a bit of anger washed through him that you had chosen the worst time to come over. He had been sexually frustrated since the tour started and all he wanted to do until the others come home was fuck into Jungkook.

“I-I no. I can come back.” You stammered moving to stand up as Jimin pulled out of Jungkook slowly locking his eyes with yours he gave a hard glare.

“I said, come in here.” Jimin demanded. Jungkook turned to look at you, a flush face and body he sat up slowly biting on his bottom lip. You could feel your legs pulling you forward but your mind screamed that it wasn’t a good idea to go home and talk to them later. Curiosity took over the best of you and without thinking you moved until you were standing in the front of both of them holding the box you got from them. You were so nervous that sweat started to build up on your forehead, and you squirmed in your spot.

“Why are your shoes still on?” Jungkook asked to cut through the awkward air trying to lighten the move.

“Yeah can I go now?” You asked softly placing the box down on the dresser that was against the wall.

“Why on earth would you want to leave now?” Jimin asked sarcastically giving a flustered smile. He was nervous, if you told anyone they would get teased forever and it wouldn’t be a good situation from there.

“Because my best friends are lying pieces of shit. But don’t worry I’ll make sure not to laugh when I tell Namjoon I was right all along.”

“You’re not telling anyone!” Jimin shouted moving to sit at the edge of the bed and you couldn’t help but let your eyes travel downwards to rest on his toned body and red shaft. It looked swollen and painfully hard.

“I will do whatever I please!” You snapped back at him when you came to your senses.

“Please don’t y/n.. No one else but you know..” Jungkook pleaded and you paused for a split second wishing you would just stop checking the both of them out, because Jungkook looked so thick and your mouth watered, they were both so sexy.

“You’re lying. Why should I believe you?!” You asked feeling your face heat up more, you don’t know why you were making this into such a big deal when it wasn’t even about you.

“Look, I know we lied to you but I promise! They don’t know about us. And we aren’t ready to tell them yet. We are still figuring things out enjoying each other. It’s safer this way.” Jimin pleaded. You growled softly, you didn’t want to believe them. But.. It would make sense why they were left behind when the rest weren’t here and how they acted so needy on camera.

“Listen. I don’t give a damn about what you do behind closed doors but they are your friends just like I am but if anything, they are more important and they deserve to know!” You stomped your foot about to walk off until Jimin gripped at your wrist to tug you back towards him.

“Look we already apologized what else do you want??” Jimin questioned sighing heavily. “Look you are our best friend besides the guys so we trust you but if we have to we will blackmail you.” Jimin said causing you to jerk your wrist from him. You were going to say something but in that moment Jungkook leaned over to whisper something to Jimin who was turning from stressed out to perked up and full of smiles.

“Actually.. That’s a great idea Jungkook.” Jimin smirked tilting his head. “I mean, it’s no secret you’re attractive as fuck.” Jimin moaned out standing up making his way over to you.

“Jimin.. This isn’t funny stop.” You warned in a shaky tone stepping back.

“What’s the matter? Can you honestly tell me you don’t want us? We have seen the way you look at us and I must admit you’ve been a reason I’ve stroked myself many nights. Thinking about those pretty pink lips around my hard cock. I bet your eyes would water up when I fuck that nice mouth of yours. Or maybe that nice tight pussy. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, hasn’t it?” Jimin asked, coming up to stand in front of you, your feet had stopped moving you backwards. Some part of you liked the fucking attention both males were giving to you and you were starting to hate that part a bit. “I know you want it. And I bet you’re tight.” Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his hardened cock against your stomach, he gripped at your ass cheeks thrusting his hips backwards and forwards causing his thick appendage to rub across your skin.

“J-Jimin don’t you dare fuck with me.” You stammered before realizing what you just said. He gave you a smirk, and when you tried to open your mouth and change what had already been said, he replaced the air with his lips kissing you hungrily as his hands dug into your plump ass cheeks. His tongue darting out to lick the inside of your mouth causing a heated battle between the two of you. At first your movements were hesitant and shy but it didn’t take you long for your hands to be moving up to tangle into Jimin’s soft locks of hair. Jungkook watching the scene in front of him felt his cock twitch at the sight. You both looked so good together and he wanted in on the action. Standing up, he moved to stand behind you pressing his naked body against your back side, his hand sweeping around your front in between your legs that were trying to shut tight.

“Nuhuh, open them!” Jungkook commanded. You tried to rebel due to the fact that he was Jimin’s bottom but he was having none of that. Pulling your hair back he broke the kiss, making you strain to look up at him a dark glower in his eyes. “Don’t disobey me, or think for one second just because I let Jimin take over I won’t fucking wreck your little pussy or your tight ass.” Jungkook warned and Jimin chuckled breathing against your neck causing you to shudder as he licked a stripe up your skin.

“Don’t worry baby. We have a couple of hours, either way she’s going to be wrecked. She won’t even have a voice. She will be begging us not to stop.. Or to stop it doesn’t matter as long as she’s cumming on my cock.” Jimin stated as Jungkook let your hair go, Jimin’s hand gripping your chin forcing you to look at him. “You’re going to be daddy’s good girl, right?” He asked softly licking across your bottom lip, but the way he said it made you know that no matter what he was not asking he was telling. Your body was betraying you, your panties were becoming soaked and you were needy. Your breathing was hitched already from a fucking kiss. “Let’s get you undressed, shall we?” Jimin asked rhetorically as his hands moved up to cup your breast earning a slight moan from you. Jungkook leaned his head over to latch his lips onto your skin, sucking at your flesh causing you to squirm where you stood. Jimin messaged your breast through your bra, his fingers flicking across your nipples, Jungkook’s hand moved down between your legs that you opened for him voluntarily feeling him cup your sex rubbing your clothed pussy with his hand.

“Can you feel how hot she is Jimin? I bet she’s so wet right now. Thinking about what we will do to her.” Jungkook teased, his hand raising to slip inside of your shorts and past the barrier of your thigh highs even your panties, his long fingers brushing against your wet clit before a finger slid up and down your slit causing you to mewl in pleasure. “Well would you look at that. It’s an ocean down here. I didn’t know you got off watching men fuck.” Jungkook taunted playing with your slit before he went to pinching on your throbbing bud. “Such a dirty slut.” He whispered against your ear causing you to bite on your bottom lip.

Jimin started to work on your shirt undoing it and pulling it off you. You were in his favorite red bra you just didn’t know it. Or did you? Because even though you were all friends you always had a way of teasing him. Jimin leaned down to lick the top of your breast, his hands squeezing your mounds in his hand before he dips his tongue down the valley of your flesh. You pushed your hips down against Jungkook’s hand who was sliding a finger inside of you thrusting it slowly while your bra was removed. “I can’t wait to fuck these.” Jimin admitted throwing your bra somewhere behind him, leaning forward he teased you with his tongue, swiping across your flesh but never staying too long. Using his teeth to bite at your nipple and pull the flesh with his fingers. Your mouth opened as tiny moans of his name came out of your mouth.

“You’re so cooperative. Had I known you would have been so ready to fuck, we would have let you join a long time ago.” Jimin chuckled deeply.

“F-fuck. You.” You spat through clenched teeth as Jungkook added another finger inside of you, stroking your inner walls with his thick fingers burying them to the hilt, slowly stretching you out.

“No baby.” Jimin stated looking up in your eyes. “I’m going to fuck you.” It was the way he said it that had your legs buckling as your hands gripped onto your shorts. He chuckled wrapping his lips around your left nipple sucking on it harshly, his tongue sliding up and down your perked-up nipple while his free hand played with your other breast. Jungkook searched for your spot, thrusting his fingers in different directions until he found it earning a sharp cry from your lips. He smirked using his fingers to plunge deep into your heat using his legs to spread you wider as Jimin got on his knees to suck more at your breast. You could hear the wet sounds of Jungkook’s fingers slamming inside of you.

“Does it feel good? Do you like how I finger fuck you princess?” Jungkook asked, brushing his thumb against your clit. He was staring to pick up his speed but when you didn’t answer, he stopped holding his fingers in place his free hand gripping at your chin forcing your head back once again as you whined. “If I ask you something you will answer. Or you will leave here one frustrated woman.” His eyes burned into yours and you nodded your head in understanding not wanting to try him out on his threat. “Good girl, tell me you like it.” Jungkook gave a half smirk his fingers slamming in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Holy shit! I love it Jungkook- please it feels so good! I love your fingers stretching out my pussy!” You cried out with a flushed face. Jimin kissed down your body moaning at your sounds, gripping at your shorts he undid them in a hurry, pulling them down your legs and taking off your shoes. Instead of keeping your fishnets intact, he started to rip them from your core opening you up for him. He could see the water that collected in your panties, he could see it dripping down the inside of your thighs as Jungkook’s fingers worked on your body. He looked up at you, moving his hands back to play with your breast.

“Jungkook! Jungkook I’m going to cum!” You cried out, your body was shaking, goosebumps rising on your skin from the pleasure your pussy was speaking loud and clear with the lewd noises, your makeup would have been ruined had it not been water proof.

“Cum for me baby.” Jungkook rasped out. You were still trying to hold out, watching as Jimin destroyed your fishnets to place open wet kisses along your skin. “Please. Please cum for me.” Jungkook almost begged, his hips rolling against your ass. Feeling his stiffened member between your ass cheeks as he used his fingers to fuck you was too much. Your stomach tightened and legs gave way as you nodded your head your cum spilling onto his fingers. Jungkook harshly bit on your ear moaning seductively as he rode out your orgasm with you, his fingers curling inside of you to get everything the wetness that trickled down your thighs getting sucked up by Jimin.

Jimin pulled down your panties, looking at your glistening center as Jungkook toyed with your pussy before he pulled his fingers back slowly. He brought his fingers up to your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth. Parting your lips, you almost gagged on his fingers as Jungkook shoved them down your throat making you taste yourself, Jimin wasting no time through one of your legs over his shoulder attacking your pussy with his mouth. He latched onto your center, his lips wrapping around your clit as he harshly sucked. His tongue was pressing down against the throbbing pink clit, the flat of his tongue roughly moving up and down as he sucked on you. Your cries were choked back by the fingers that were brushing down the back of your throat, a spit trail starting to escape your mouth and dance down the sides. Jimin kept your legs open, using his mouth to cover your pussy, his tongue flicked rapidly up and down your slit, his hands moving to spread your pussy lips wide. He shoved his warm tongue inside of your pussy groaning at the taste. Your mind was blown, you had no words for how you felt but you knew you wanted to please them as much as you were getting pleased. Your hand reached around you to grab at Jungkook’s shaft. You pumped him dry at first, causing his hips to buck up against your hand as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. He looked over your shoulder, reaching his dry hand down to grab at Jimin’s head pushing it closer to your pussy causing you to both moan out. Jungkook let the tip of his cock pressed against your ass cheeks, opening your plump flesh with one hand he let his thumb press against the ring of your tight asshole.

“I can’t wait. To bury my dick to the hilt inside of your pussy. And fuck you until you can’t even beg for mercy.” He groaned against your ear causing you to release a whimper from your lips, your hand squeezing at his tip to gather precum from his tip. Jungkook groaned looking down at how painfully hard he was, your hand wasn’t going to do it.

“Jimin.” He rasped out, his own neediness coming out. Jimin looked up from your pussy, his hands rubbing up and down the insides of your thighs as his mouth moved on your pussy, his tongue wiggling on your insides causing you to grow wetter from the motions of his tongue. Jimin looked from your pussy up to Jungkook and back to you, he pulled back slowly licking his lips and standing up.

“I want you to suck Jungkook off.” Jimin gripped onto your arm turning you around. You got on your knees, looking up at Jungkook you gripped his shaft running your tongue along the underside of his cock causing him to shudder and slap your hand away. He positioned his cock at your mouth pushing it inside. His hand gripping at your curls fucking them up as he brought your head down onto his shaft face fucking you harshly. His moans filled the room as he snapped his hips against your face his balls hitting your chin. Jimin laid on his back, spreading your legs wide he caused you to straddle him making you ride his face. Your moans only aided Jungkook in feeling more pleasure, pushing his cock down your throat watching as it disappeared between your lips. Your red lipstick was coming off your lips and becoming smeared as he pressed against your face. He cupped your cheeks with his free hand slapping your cheek as he watched you.

“Look at all that pretty red lipstick getting smeared over my dick. I never knew you took it so well, you look like you’ve found where you belong. On your knees for me.” Jungkook taunted you licking his lips as he saw you moan from it. Jimin could feel your walls tighten around his tongue, his fingers going up to brush against your clit aiding his work on your pussy. Your hand reached down to grip his hair, tears brimming in your eyes from both the stretch and the pleasure, you were crying out around Jungkook’s swollen shaft that stretched out your jaw. You tried to pull back to get Jimin to let up but Jungkook was holding you down making you take him. Your legs trembled as you looked up at him, face fucked as well as your pussy, your second orgasm rippling through you and causing your hips to grind harshly against Jimin’s face. He gripped at your ass cheeks keeping you in place continuing to suck you clean until he felt you were done. He pulled back from you sliding from under your body he motioned to the bed with his head for Jungkook to see. Jungkook pulled back from you slowly, helping you up he pushed you down on the bed, your front half against the bed but the rest of your body standing. Your legs spread wide for him, his hands stroking at your sides.

“I’m actually glad you told us all about you being on the pill. Now I can fill this pussy up as much as I want to and not have to worry about getting you pregnant.” Jungkook stroked his slick shaft that was wet from your spit. Rubbing his head up and down your slit he watched as you tried to claw at the bed and move. He found it adorable that you didn’t want to beg for mercy when your body was fully red and reacting to every little touch. Jungkook slid inside of you slowly, causing a moan to ripple from both your lips as he filled you to the brim. His hands gripping at your hips he started to bring you backwards slamming you down on his shaft moaning from the pleasure. His hips slapping against yours, his thick length pushed deep inside of your walls resting against your spot. He buried himself deep as much as you could take he gave it all to you thought he saw you wincing and trying to squirm. He snapped his hips forward, rolling them in part to tease Jimin and in part to hit your spot just the right way. Jimin was frustrated he was so horny, watching you get fucked against the bed your body sliding up and down the wrinkled sheets as your fingers dug into the fabric was too overwhelming and all his blood was south. He took in a sharp breath as you looked up at him, moaning out Jungkook’s name with swollen lips. He growled gripping at your hair, he lifted your head and pressed your lips against his cock. You opened your mouth to take him in, he was thick like Jungkook, you could see why the other didn’t mind him fucking him from behind. Your tongue rolled against his heated shaft, pressing against his slit and nibbling on his tip you grazed your teeth across his flesh every once in a while. Your whole body felt stuffed, the only thing that wasn’t full was your asshole but Jungkook was working to change that, his thumb sliding inside of your tight ring of muscle causing you to jump.

“Relax and take it. Take it all.” Jungkook mumbled, his other hand moving to slap at your ass cheeks, listening to the sound resonate against the walls. He watched your flesh bounce, stopping his hips he slapped your ass again. “I want more. Fuck yourself on my dick. I want to see this ass bouncing on me. Don’t disappoint me y/n. Show me and Jimin what you can do.” You were eager to prove to them that you were good when it came to pleasing people. Lifting up to press your hands against the mattress, your hips pressed back as you fucked yourself on Jungkook’s shaft, he was entering you deeply, it felt so good to have his stiff pole inside of you and though you couldn’t see him you knew he was having a hard time controlling himself. You picked up the pace, your hips snapping back to meet his, your ass was bouncing as you rocked your hips and rode him. Soon switching from just going back and forth to going in a circle and winding your hips, you could hear Jungkook moan in pleasure behind you, his large hand landing more blows on your ass cheeks. Jimin reached over with his free hand dragging his nails up your spine sending a chill through your body and it almost made you fall against the bed with how it shook your body. Jimin smirked, grabbing at Jungkook’s hair he brought him in for a kiss letting Jungkook taste your sweetness on his tongue. While they shared a heated kiss, you tried to handle both fucking Jimin’s dick with your mouth and Jungkook’s dick with your pussy. You were starting to slow down, trying to not crumple but the pleasure was too much and the overstimulation was creeping into your system. It seems neither of them were having it. Jimin pulled back from the kiss, thrusting his hips against your face causing you to gag as he shoved his dick into your mouth trying to push it far down your throat not satisfied until he could hear you choking and feel your nose brush against the base of his dick against his pubic hairs.

“Fuck her Jungkook. Fuck her.” He moaned out looking down at how your hips connected before he looked in the male’s eyes. His face was covered in red and sweat, his abs tightened up, Jimin knew he was close he knew he had to feel good. He smirked lazily, feeling his own stomach tighten but he was going to hold out for now. “Harder, fucking wreck her Jungkook.” Jimin growled slapping your ass causing Jungkook to speed up slamming as hard as he could into you. Jimin pulled away from your mouth to hear your broken sobs, your hands moving back to grab at his hips.

“Mercy Jungkook! Please Jungkook slow down oh god!” You cried out, tears going down your face from how he fucked you like you were a rag doll. Your body craved it, your pussy felt a hint of soreness but it was a good mix from it. You didn’t know what you wanted, to beg him to stop or keep going but your mouth was shouting out incoherent things. Jungkook gripped at your wrist pinning them down against the bed as he rammed into you, his hips slapping against yours so hard that the bed was shaking in protest under you. He could feel your wet pussy tightening around his cock, how you gripped him like a vice. He rolled his head back letting out a husky cry of your name. He had to hold out, he tried to distract himself not to come but his balls tightened up and he didn’t know how long he could hold it.

“I’m cumming! Jungkook! H-ahh Jungkook!” You breathed out heavily, your eyes were rolling back from the pleasure, he shoved himself inside of you, his strokes causing you to cum, your body trembling against the bed as you fell flat on it, your body was hot and covered with sweat, Jungkook lifted up one of your legs, holding it with his arm as he pinned your hips to the bed, losing himself in his own pleasure. His warm cum filling up your insides as he slowed down himself pulling out of you. His cum trickling down the inside of your thighs and onto the bed. Your heart hammered in your chest, but Jimin hadn’t had his turn yet. He gripped you by your hips flipping you over on your back. Staring up at him, you braced your hands on his chest as he rubbed his tip at your entrance.

“N-no Jimin I’m still dirty.” You whimpered slightly feeling your pussy trying to push out all of Jungkook’s cum.

“I like it that way.” He gave you a devilish smile pushing slowly into you. Jimin used Jungkook’s cum to slide inside of you causing you to blush and groan at the same time. He gripped at your neck lightly, rolling his hips against yours, his dick smearing all of Jungkook’s cum around your walls. “How does it feel to be our sloppy seconds?” Jimin asked causing a groan to leave your lips. He pulled out of you starting to fuck you at a slow pace, adjusting your pussy to his size now, some cum trickling out of your pussy as he pulled back only to push back inside of you. Jungkook moved sit on the bed by your head watching as Jimin created a medium pace rocking his hips against yours. His biceps popping out as he concentrated on bringing you pleasure, his free hand pressing down into the bed. You rolled your head back enjoying the feeling of being fucked by Jimin, you could see that Jungkook was starting to get turned back on, his half erect member becoming harder the longer he watched your breast bounce or Jimin snap his hips forward to bury himself deeper inside of you.

“Fuck you’re so wet and warm. Nice and tight, which I don’t get because Jungkook just ruined you.. But I know.” Jimin smiled pulling out of your pussy, he spread your legs open wide, laying you back on the bed, his tip pressed against your asshole, you froze up immediately, Jimin rubbed your clit causing half of you to come down as he slowly entered you from behind. You inhaled a sharp breath your eyebrows squeezing together as the pain took over your ass.

“Just relax. It’ll feel better I promise.” Jungkook kissed you sweetly, his hands played with your nipples as they both worked together to distract you. Jimin stayed in place, it was hard for him not to just snap into you but you were so tight, your ass felt so warm and it snuggled him in like Jungkook’s did. He felt like he could cum from just the feeling. Once he felt you relax a little bit, he started to thrust inside of you, hearing your soft moans from the kiss. Jimin sped up slowly, using his hips to his advantage finding spots that would make you moan out more for him. Jungkook getting too lost in the battle of your tongues slipped his hand down to your clit, rubbing it and causing your hips to buck up more. He broke the kiss to crawl on your stomach, gripping your breast he slid his cock through them, fucking your breast as he watched your flustered face. He was surprised that you wrapped your tongue around his head to suck on the swollen shaft, he shuddered as Jimin reached forward to kiss along his neck, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s ass cheeks. Jungkook leaned over you, grabbing at your hair, you replaced his hands on your breast holding it for him so that he could thrust properly against you. Your tongue flicked up and down his slit wanting to give him as much pleasure as you could. You could hear Jimin moaning from behind the both of you, and you knew that he was getting close to cumming. Jimin gripped at your thighs leaning down to press hickeys against your hips as you took care of Jungkook. But Jimin wanted you to ride him so he kept a slow pace watching as Jungkook lost himself.

He was so out of it fucking your warm wet mouth along with your breast on each side of his cock sucking him in was too much. Jungkook didn’t know how he was cumming so fast, but he was pulling back letting his warm cum paint your pretty face in a mess. He moaned as he tried to avoid your eyes not wanting to mess up a good moment. He slowly slid off you, Jimin took one look at you and let a growl ripple through him. You look exhausted and thoroughly fucked. Grabbing at your hips he scooped you up sitting you in his lap. Jimin bounced you, your hands bracing back on his legs as he fucked into you. Your hips slammed down as you tried to move them squeezing your hole around his cock, you used your fingers to scoop the cum off your face and lick it clean. Jungkook leaned over trying to suck on your clit and rub it while you too pushed back against each other, Jimin leaned forward to crash his lips against yours shoving two fingers inside of your pussy. Curling them he found your spot, thrusting them as deep as he could until he felt you shaking on top of him. At this point it was burning to cum but even you wanted to get one more out, the soreness not stopping you as you pushed your body. You listened to the both of them moan along with what else they were doing to you and in no time, you were cumming for Jimin again, your nails scratching into his thighs as you cried out with your head rolled back. Jimin watched you, his eyes glued to how your face contorted in pleasure, how your mouth hung open. Raising his hips to continue pounding into you, Jimin held your hips down as he filled you up with his cum taking deep breaths. He fell back on the bed, and you needed Jungkook’s help to lay down.

“You’re not tired, already are you?” Jungkook playfully teased you stroking your hair from your face.

“Seriously you don’t need to fuck me anymore I won’t tell a soul.” You complained hating that your pussy was getting excited for another round.

“Well regardless you can’t tell because now you’ve fucked us. And imagine what the guys would say if they found that out? Especially Taehyung.” Jimin snickered looking up at the ceiling glad that they thought this plan through.

“I really hate you.” You whined out loud rolling on your back, you didn’t expect it but Jimin was over you in a flash grinding his half hard shaft against your swollen lips causing you to gasp.

“In that case. Maybe I should fuck it out of you.” He leaned down purring as he pressed his lips against yours.

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time a man got fucked. Now, how is that for a story. Cause that’s the story of black people in America. Shit you all don’t know you black yet. You think you just people. Let me be the first to tell you that you are all black. The moment these Dutch motherfuckers set foot here and decided they white, and you get to be black, and that’s the nice name they call you. Let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. You arrive in America, land of opportunity, milk and honey, and guess what? You all get to be slaves. Split up, sold off and worked to death. The lucky ones get Sunday off to sleep and fuck and make more slaves, and all for what? For cotton? Indigo? For a fucking purple shirt? The only good news is the tobacco your grandkids are gonna farm for free is gonna give a shitload of these white motherfuckers cancer. And I ain’t even started yet. A hundred years later. You’re fucked. A hundred years after that. Fucked. A hundred years after you get free, you still getting fucked out a job and shot at by police. You see what I’m saying?
—  American Gods
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  • Nesta: I'm not here to stroke your ego.
  • Cassian: *waggles eyebrows*
  • Cassian: *rolls hips*
  • Cassian: *looks down*
  • Cassian: *grins*
  • Cassian: *looks up*
  • Cassian: What are you here to stroke, then?
The Friendly Wager (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,528

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, bad date, implied sexual situations (no smut)

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” I think this will have at least seven parts, so Kait, please feel free to disregard it till it’s completed :)

Part 1 - 2

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

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