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Relax

Harry X Reader

In which Harry distracts you from your irrational fear of flying.

Request? Yes

Author’s note: This was inspired by a video that someone sent to me! Also, I’ve only flown twice, so let me know if I’ve got some wonky details.


This is not a first. You’ve flown plenty of times. In fact, you were just on a plane a week ago, but it never gets any easier. Now, you’re boarding a flight in New York City that’s meant to take you back to London.

“Oi! Careful, love,” Harry chides, gripping just above your elbow to keep you upright. You’ve stumbled over the entrance to the plane, embarrassingly enough. You blush and thank him quietly under your breath, continuing down the aisle to your seats. Slipping into the next to the window, you pull the shade down before tucking your bag under the seat in front of you. Harry slips in beside you and raises his eyebrows.

“Y/N, yeh don’ wanna see the view?”

You glare at him briefly. He knows how you get. Heights really aren’t your forte, and you have no desire to stare down at the Earth from hundreds of miles in the air. It’s bad enough knowing how far up you are without seeing it.

“Only jokin’, love. C’mon. You’re fine. Flyin’s not so bad.” He pats your thigh and grins, partly to comfort you and partly to tease you. He finds it funny and endearing how much you hate flying.

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this is my shelf in the living room its where i keep all of my prized posessions. most of them are things my sister bought me (bless her)

i got the pride flag at the huge march in seattle the day after gay marriage was legalized in the us.

not pictured: another su poster and a huge amazing print of stevonnie. my sister is constantly buying me stuff shes the best but im running out of Space

also.. just a fun fact… this is directly in front of the window to my apartment so everyone can see How Gay I Am

Straighteners - Request

Request: I Just dreamt that I was hunting with the Winchesters and we were staying at the same hotel room. I had just woken up, still in bed, and saw Sam in the bathroom, in front of the sink, using my hair straightener and Dean next to him shaving and giving him the look. 

A/N: This wasn’t a request specifically for me, I just answered a calling for somebody to write this! Hope you enjoy it, I thought this prompt was super cute ❤❤


The warmth from the sun outside the motel window woke you up gently, and you basked in the warm glow for a few seconds without opening your eyes. The sheets had been kicked off during the night, and so you appreciated the comforting, blanket-like rays. You could feel the presence of Sam and Dean standing at the mirrors across the room, and you waited for a moment to see if they had noticed you were awake. You always seemed to catch the most amusing conversations while the Winchesters thought you were asleep. Giving up after minutes of silence, you peeked one eye open and yawned silently. When your eyes adjusted to the light however, you nearly guffawed out loud. 

Sam Winchester was already dressed for the day, clad in his usual jeans and plaid. He stood with his knees slightly bent as to see his reflection in the mirror, his height still a daily struggle. His head was cocked to the side, and in his hands were your hair straighteners. 

You had only ever used them a few times for special occasions, and quite frankly, you were thinking about throwing them out. But now, you saw that they had a new purpose, and would not be going in the trash anytime soon. You stared with both eyes open now, holding in your laughter as you watched him. He was performing the task with expertise, as if this was something he did every day. The serious look on his face was what made it all so hilarious. He was facing the hair styling with as much normalcy and determination as researching for a hunt. 

Your eyes then panned over to Dean, standing next to the silky haired Winchester. His face wore a look of complete exasperation, obviously completely unamused. Every now and then, his eyes would shift away from his own reflection as he shaved, over to Sam. He’d then follow up with an eye roll or a disappointed sigh. Sam didn’t react to this at all however, maintaining complete concentration.

 You lay there for a moment, closing your eyes again, wondering whether it would be funnier to stay ‘asleep’ or to interrupt. After some deep thinking, you decided on the latter. You sat up as slowly as possible, and lent back against the headboard. You cleared your throat loudly, and waited for a reaction. Sam spun around so quickly the straighteners nearly fell out of the wall, and noticing this, he went to grab them. You cursed loudly, seeing what was about to happen, but Sam lunged for the straighteners just before they hit the ground. You outwardly cringed as his flesh met the burning hot panels, and he threw the styling device into the basin. Dean scoffed, and it turned into a full blown laugh when he saw your jaw drop open in response to the situation. Dean stepped away from the sink, walking in a circle around the room, laughing his ass off. You looked at him in awe and shook your head before looking back at Sam. He was still standing in front of the sink, now facing away from it and staring at you. 

“I-I.” he stuttered, his face a picture perfect image of shock, embarrassment, and guilt.

 “I don’t even know what to say.” You scoffed, eyes wide with amusement. You threw your legs over the side of the bed, and stood as they hit the ground. Sam’s eyes followed your movements closely, and it was clear he was ready to apologize. 

“All I have to say is”, you began as you padded over to the bathroom. You spun around with your hands on the doorknob behind your back and grinned at Sam.

 “You should really use some heat protection spray before you use straighteners on your hair.” You stepped backwards into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you, catching a final glimpse of a relieved yet bewildered Sam staring adorably at you before he was obscured from vision. 


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TalesFromYourServer: "This reminds me of the United Airlines Incident"

That’s something someone actually said in a Yelp review they left on my works Yelp page. Usually Yelp reviews don’t bother me but this one is really frustrating. Also sorry for any formatting issues, I’m on mobile. Also throwaway because some of my coworkers use reddit and sub to this page. And sorry for the length of the post.

Alright, so today at my work we were hosting a private party. The party was from 3-5:30 pm; we had a sign on the front door informing potential customers of it and letting them know that we will continue our usual dinner service at 5:30. I came in at 2 today to help set up the buffet and make sure we were ready by 3. Around 2:40-2:45 this lady is talking to my coworker who’s cleaning the window on our front door, then my manager starts talking to her. Me and two of my coworkers were just watching wondering what was going on. Apparently she asked my coworker if we allow dogs and she told the lady only if it’s a service dog, then the lady asks if we allow dogs on the patio, again she gets the same answer. Then she tells me coworker she wants to sit on the patio with her dog, well my coworker tells her that the patio isn’t opened right now since it’s raining (yay seattle weather). This lady obviously isn’t understanding anything that’s being said to her so my manager steps in and tries to tell the lady what’s going on. I know my manager and she’s a very nice woman but she wasn’t dealing with this lady’s stupidity and was pretty stern with her while still being polite.

After my manager talked to the lady she sat outside for 10 min or so clearly writing a Yelp review. Once I got home I checked our Yelp page; lo and behold she gave us a 1 star review with so many incorrect things. She claims that’s on Yelp it says we’re pet friendly, it doesn’t. We allow service dogs just like most restaurant you go to, in all honesty she could lie and say it’s a service dog since we aren’t legally allowed to ask for proof (I think that’s bullshit, also don’t know if that’s really true for washington). Anyway, she then bitches about the patio only being opened if it’s nice out. She was able to see the patio when all of this was happening and 1)it wasn’t set up 2) it’s not a covered area, if she had been able to sit down outside she would’ve wanted in within minutes because it was pouring! Plus on top of absolutely everything we were hosting a private party!! Then at the end she compared this to the united airlines incident… really?? Lady you weren’t fucking dragged out of the restaurant because we were full.. sigh..

I wish my GM would reply to this one Yelp review because it’s absolutely ridiculous and this lady is delusional.

TL;DR: Lady compares us to United because we wont let her sit on our patio as it’s pouring outside during a private party

By: thenuggetofcheese

Redemptive Symbolism in Sofia the First

Okay, so as you all know, I have a great love for any and all redemptive story arcs for sympathetic villains. One of these villains, who I don’t talk about nearly enough, is Cedric the Sorcerer from the children’s show Sofia the First. While I realize it’s designed for young children, I have come to love the show for its sweet protagonist, fun songs, good messages, and most of all, it’s surprisingly complex villain, Cedric.

*SPOILERS for “Day of the Sorcerers”

So I just finished watching “Day of the Sorcerers” for the second time today, and I noticed something that I didn’t see the first time around. At the very end of the episode, after Cedric has apologized for his misdeeds and been reinstated as Royal Sorcerer, we get a brief shot of him and Sofia standing in front of the royal family portrait stained glass window in the throne room. Maybe I’m reading WAY too much into this, but I don’t think this was accidental.

The last time we saw any real emphasis put on that window with Cedric around was back in the fifth episode of Season One, “A Royal Mess”–the episode immediately following what is perhaps the very first inklings of true friendship between Cedric and Sofia in “Cedric’s Apprentice.” Now, of course, at this point, Cedric still cared much more for the amulet and the potential power it could give him than for Sofia herself, and we see this in “A Royal Mess” when he decides to help the children “fix” the window after James has accidentally made a hole in it by playing around in the castle. While Cedric’s mishaps are often the result of a botched spell, in this episode, he manages to get himself sucked into the window portrait not because his spell failed but because he was never trying to fix the window in the first place. Cedric never cared about the window; rather, his spell was intended to bring Sofia’s amulet (a small object) to him and when she ducks out of the way, it instead draws him into the family portrait (a large object), symbolically mimicking how his attempts to steal the amulet have have already begun to draw him (unwillingly) into a friendship with a member of the royal family–Sofia. However, after James and Sofia manage to extricate their friend from the portrait, the window shatters almost immediately. Before, James’s mistakes had cracked the window, but it is not until Cedric’s selfishness and thirst for power create a problem that the window finally falls to pieces, making an already bad situation worse. When the king and queen arrive shortly afterwards, Cedric quickly makes his escape and blames the children for what is at least partially his fault.

Now, flash forward to “Day of the Sorcerers.” It is in this episode that Cedric’s evil intentions are finally made known to the royal family, shattering their trust in him and shattering his relationship with Sofia. BUT by now he has begun to genuinely care more about Sofia than power, and after realizing that he can’t quite bring himself to freeze her, he (more or less) willingly goes with the guards who escort him to the dungeon. Later, after apologizing to Sofia, he has the opportunity once again to “shatter” the royal family–to use his selfishness to make an already bad situation worse by siding with the power-hungry Grimtrix and striking the final blow that will bring the family’s rule to an end. But this time he doesn’t. This time, he knows better and chooses his friendship with Sofia, unfreezing everyone and restoring the damage that Grimtrix has done. He also apologizes profusely to the royal family, clearly recognizing that he did wrong and taking responsibility for his actions. It is shortly after this that we see Cedric and Sofia standing together in front of the stained glass portrait, now whole. Now, his relationship with the royal family (and especially Sofia) is one based on honesty and forgiveness rather than selfishness and deceit.

It took him three seasons, but he finally did it. He finally (metaphorically) fixed the window.

Cross my heart

As a small thank you for 100 followers here is a quick Bughead one shot. I’m not the best writer but I hope you enjoy!

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The day after their second kiss in the street, Jughead had gone to visit Betty. He climbed the ladder that was hidden in the backyard and knocked on the window. 

Betty smiled when she saw him and opened the window smiling “Hey Romeo”, she stood back to let him in “back so soon?”

“Well you know me Bets, I just can’t stay away” Jughead stood in front of Betty staring into her green eyes. He placed his right hand on her face and gently rubbed his thumb against the apple of her cheek. She looked up into his eyes and smiled closing her eyes and leaning in to kiss him. It was gentle but longer than their previous kisses. They pulled apart and were content with the silence.

After the events of the past couple of days, just being in the same room was enough for the pair. Jughead moved to sit at the foot of her bed whilst Betty pulled a chair over from her dressing table. His leg started bouncing up and down in anxiousness. “Jug what is it?” he looked up from the place in her room his eyes were locked on. “Your leg. You always do that when your nervous about something.”

Jughead smiled “You been watching me or something?” 

“No” Betty answered quickly as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink “well yes. I mean I remember small details Jug. The little things people may find irrelevant.”

“Ever the journalist hey Cooper” he grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles “I was thinking about us.”

“and that makes you nervous?” she replied tilting her head to the side 

“well kinda. It’s just we’ve known each other for what feels like forever and I’m scared I’ll do something to ruin it” Jughead sighed “the last thing I want to do is hurt you or lose you”

Betty looked up from their now intertwined hands “Juggie look at me. That will never happen. It’s been the two of us since day one and no matter what we are in the future, I’ll always be here for you.” Jughead smiled at this and lifted her hand to kiss it. “Do you remember that day? When we first met?” she asked

“Of course”

~~FLASHBACK~~

One evening Alice Cooper had stormed out of the house with her youngest daughter after an argument with Hal. They’ve had fights and disagreements before but this was bigger than normal. Betty had been in the car for what felt like forever for kid “Mommy where’re we going?” she asked.

“To visit a friend of mine” Alice answered. She rarely visited the South Side but she needed to see her best friend Gladys Jones. The two grew up together almost as sisters. After the fight, she had called Gladys asking to meet as it was far enough away that Hal wouldn’t come looking. Pulling into the driveway Gladys walked outside holding her six-month old daughter Forsythia and her five year old son Forsythe at her side. Alice unbuckled Betty out of her seat and they walked toward the entrance to the house. The two adults greeted each other with a hug and they all walked into the living room. 

“Why don’t you take Betty to play with your toys?” Gladys asked her son as she and Alice made their way to the kitchen. 

“This way” the small boy said and walked upstairs to his room. There was a small area that had a table covered with toys and books. He sat down on the floor and patted the area next to him she sat next to him. “I’m Jughead” he offered as they hadn’t been introduced. 

“Jughead” the blond asked making sure she had heard him right. He nodded

“It’s not my real name but it’s better. Dad came up with it”

“I’m Elizabeth but my dad calls me Betty so you can too” she smiled. The duo played for hours until there was a knock at the door and Gladys walked in holding some cookies and two cups of milk 

“Now normally I don’t allow eating in the bedrooms but I’m going to make an exception today. Forsythe, Elizabeth will be staying for the night” she looked from Jughead to Betty “I have a spare set of pajamas for you when you want to change just come and let me know” and with that shut the door and left. The two resumed playing only stopping to change and brush their teeth. 

Later on Both Gladys and Alice had come to tuck them in to Jughead’s bed “we’ll head back tomorrow afternoon Elizabeth after church” Betty nodded and both mothers walked out of the room. 

The room was filled with silence and darkness. “Juggie are you still awake” Betty whispered 

“no i’m fast asleep” Betty giggled “are you okay?”

“I kind of don’t like the dark. My sister normally turns on my night light and I’ve never slept without it”

Jughead turned to face the blond “why”

“why what?” Betty had now turned to face Jughead

“why are you afraid of the dark? You don’t have to tell me but it might help.”

“you can’t really see anything in the dark. anything can happen at any time and you won’t know” Betty explained 

“your safe here Bets. I promise nothing will ever happen to you” with his finger traced over his heart then hers “cross my heart” 

~~ END OF FLASHBACK~~

Jughead repeated the same action over her heart first then his “cross my heart Bets” his voice caught in this throat “nothing will ever happen between us that we won’t fix.” 

Betty copied the same action he just did. 

No matter what, it was the two of them against the world.

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1: Take a picture of your workspace.

okyy… so here it is, I cleaned the place up a bit.

As you can see I face the window, the light from the outside is my natural source of light in my room ~ there’s no scenery if you look out tho… just my neighbour’s house :P

-and then there’s my laptop & graphics/pen tablet. the green pad that my tab is on is a cutting mat my college required me to get, its been pretty useful so far :) 

-To the left, is a study lamp, speaker, a hole on the table for my wires connected to the plug, and a fan.. its pretty hot here sometimes, especially if you’re in front of a window XD The pink tin is a donation box where one day I would give it for charity (InsyaAllah) , and there’s a blue box, thats my piggy bank haha.

-to the right are some shelves, all kinds of stationary is there, on the 2nd shelf are some of my sketchbooks and other important books are at the top. 

-on my wall is a kitchen grid thingy I recently put up in my room XD its actually pretty useful to put my things and very moveable too~ there is also a drawing I stuck on the wall under the kitchen grid, thats a commission I’m currently working on :D you can see a blue-ish paper dangling of the wall, thats a Daily planner I printed out from the studyblr (on tumblr) community [link to download] I feel like I need to manage my time more nowadays…

-another thing you may see is a necklace and bracelet some people gave to me as a gift. I’m not a fan of wearing em sadly :/ 

-below are some drawers where I keep all my traditional art supplies~

(can you spot Judy’s carrot recording pen and Kubo’s Shamisen?)   :D

5: Who/what inspires you?

Lots of artist! like Hergé, Peyo, Nik Wafdi, Glen Keane, Byron Howard, Robert Kondo, Dice Tsumi… even some tumblr artist like @arishynya ,  @taryndraws , @monoflaxart and a some others <3 

7: Do you have any OCs?

yes, some mythical foxes and a muslim teen :) 

12: Any weird artist behaviour you admit doing?

I change my expression according to the mood of my drawing XD and the way I sit on my chair when I draw like as if I’m sitting on the ground (like crossed -legged) 

i was playing w/ round boy coz he was starting to get naughty. he tried to jump into the window on his cat tree tunnel but he didn’t quite make it - his head and front legs got in but his back side didn’t so he just kind of half body slammed the thing and fell back down and it was very good.

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: I got burned!

There are some benefits to an external hotel. The best being that the doors are locked at the front lobby after a certain time. I was busy making coffee and had seen someone walk over from the Awful Waffle across the street. She just stood in my foyer. I finish my coffee. I walk back to the desk and she was sitting on the ground of the foyer with her legs wide open. Like she had slid down the wall and just flopped down.

I take a call from a group that we keep trying to get back. I book their rooms. Look over and she’s standing back up again, just looking out the windows. I grab the keys and walk out the side door.

I approach the door and open it. “Ma'am, are you staying here?”

She looked me up and down and replied, “I’m waiting on someone.”

“I can’t have you standing here like this. I need you to move on.”

Of course as this is going on, I hear the phone ringing.

She gets a sour look on her face. “Well… I need you to answer the phone when it’s fucking ringing.” She stomped out.

Oh lady. What a wicked sick burn. /s

By: haraaishi

DM Forgot I'm neutral evil.

After the mayor nearly gets the entire party killed. The party manages to save the town from an orc invasion. The fighter lost an eye, the ranger lost a finger, the halfing rogue broke most of her ribs, the cleric died, the bard is unconscious and critical condition and my sorcerer made it out mostly unscathed except for the death of my crow familiar. Needless to say I’m not in a merciful mood. They are all chaotic good except me, myself and I

DM: The Mayor looks at you with thinly veiled contempt as he turns around from the window from which some of the scenic view overlooking the town is marred by smoke and a couple burning buildings. His daughter is limping and swathed in bandages. Visibly swaying her one arm obviously broken its clear that she’s teetering on death’s door as she slowly makes her way slowly to your position to exit the room to make it to the temple.

Mayor: Expecting a thank you? You have some nerve coming here alone sorcerer. You and your friends have an hour to get out of my town before I have you executed.There will be no payment.

Me: *Laughs* My friends are naive. Always looking for the good in people.They doubted me but I know it was you who opened the gates Mayor.“

DM: The badly wounded daughter slowly turns around her blade in her unbroken hand to face her father.

Me: I slowly raise my hand in a straight line targeting the daughter with the ring of the ram aiming it so both of them will be blasted out the window. “I’m just here for my pound of flesh”.

DM: Chaotic good doesn’t do spiteful murder. You will become evil for this.

OOC Me: You forget DM. I was never chaotic good. You just assumed I was.

DM: Oh shit.

OOC Me: Yep, they’re screwed.

Me: I expend three points for the maximum damage. *Rolls* an 18 targeting her and an near providence roll of 19 targeting her father in front of the window.

DM shaken: They both vanish in a horrid combination of breaking glass and terrified screaming. Its a long way down and the screaming ends with a sickening splat as its not the fall that kills you but the sudden stop at the end.

Acotar couples in the modern world.

Feysand

  • That one couple who sits at the back corner in the cinema to make out for half of the film.
  • Might seem as though they act sexy around each other 24/7, but theyre actually up till 1am having Just Dance battles because Rhys wont allow Feyre to keep letting him win. ( Shes adamant she isn’t.) 
  • Rhys loves to read to Feyre while curled up next to the window, as she sits in front of him looking outside and smiling.
  • Shopping at Victorias Secret for sexy underwear where Feyre sends snapchats from the fitting room as Rhys cant come in. 
  • Highkey KINKY AF. Love playing games where they have to remove clothes e.g. strip poker, naked twister etc.
  • When they move in to their first house together, Rhys lets Feyre paint all the rooms in the house.
  • When they have their first child, she paints glow in the dark stars on the ceiling to help the baby sleep.
  • Oh and of course Feyre is the one to teach her children to read. 

Nessian

  • Cassian loves going to the gym and drags Nesta along who claims to hate the place but secretly loves going to check him out while hes exercising.
  • Angsty sex. Every argument leads to them having sex.
  • Cassian loves taking pictures of Nesta while shes not looking and when she notices, she tries to grab the phone off him but at the same time is laughing and smiling.
  • Multiple camping trips throughout the year ( sometimes with the gang)
  • Goes ALL OUT on Halloween couples costumes. ( One time they made the gang dress as the whole Scooby Doo characters)
  • COUPLES TATTOOS 
  • Dirty af snapchats to each other while they’re at work.
  • Constantly sending memes as a form of communication.

Moriel

  • Been in love with each other for years and while everyone else knows it, they act clueless to it. 
  • When they finally get together, Rhys slaps Cassian on the back saying “pay up bro”. (They all made bets on how long it would take them to get together and obviously Rhys won.)
  • Az loves making Mor watch the James Bonds movies with him as his dream job is to work for MI5. 
  • Not fussy about PDA in public, just hands touching sometimes or a leg squeeze and just as a reassurance that they’re there.
  • But when in private, they’re very intimate and sensitive.
  • That couple that match their clothes, sometimes accidentally but Rhys and Cassian dont believe Az when he tells them.
  • Az is a hopeless romantic so for every anniversary they go to Disneyland which is where they met as kids.
  • When they have to babysit for Feysand, it usually ends up with the whole house being made into forts using all the blankets.

Elucien

  • Whole weekends where they bake cakes, cookies, brownies and everything sugary.
  • Lucien wears glasses which will sometimes go missing as Elain is constantly trying them on.
  • Lucien had a greenhouse built for Elain to grow plants.
  • That couple who is renowned for being super adorable.
  • Dates that include bowling or ice skating.
  • Love taking trips to the countryside.
  • Lucien asks Rhys to be the best man at his wedding and Feyre + the girls are bridesmaids. Their speeches have everyone laughing.
  • Lucien cries while making his wedding speech.
  • Names all their daughters after flowers. 

i just want a scene where the homesickness becomes too much for lance and he breaks down in front of keith. i need them to be sat on lance’s bed and for lance to have his back up against keiths chest as he stares out of his window and into space. i need keith holding lance as close as he can as lance just sobs while all keith can do is stroke his hair, rock him and occasionally hush his cries. i need the soft silence of it. i need lance to let himself break. i need keith to be there to help pick up the pieces when he does :/

Hiveswap Teaser #2 Analysis

So, first of all, HYPE. Although I never stopped being Hyped but. MORE HYPE. Before I start talking at all about the teaser trailer, I gotta say, I’m glad WP are taking their time refining and bug-fixing to make a great game for us to enjoy, and knowing how far along it is and how close the release date might be, we’ll wait to see how it comes out!

Okay so the teaser, first we start with what seems like Joey peeping into the attic of the house through a hole. That already makes me feel we’ll get the little tease of knowing where to go but forbidding us from seeing what’s behind the cool curtain until we find the key that opens the door there.

There are a LOT of guns, some sarcophagus, tons of horse imagery, statues in the background, mirrors, Jake sure loves tossing stuff he finds during his adventures around the house! The multitude of items frame the centerpiece of the portal quite well, and the eerie glow gives-

Wait.

Okay, wait, what the FUCK JAKE.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I’M SEEING?

WHERE THE HELL DID JAKE GET THE CLOCK?!

We start /well/ if this is the kind of shenanigans Hiveswap has prepared for us, oh my god. This means that by this point in the timeline, Jake had access to SBURB stuff, though, so that’s an interesting thing to have in mind.

The camera zooms on the portal, and then Joey appears, reaching over to expose it, before cutting to the title. Hiveswap.

Can I say, I’m really glad about the direction they took with the 2D stuff. Everything looks so good, Joey’s expressions and movement are so sweet. I love her already.

The next scene cuts to Jude using a flare gun (Which we see later in his inventory) likely to warn Joey or to use it as a distraction somewhere else? The pile of leaves right under the window makes me think he’ll have to hop right off the window and into it in the future. There’s also a fountain on the wall that looks like a Lich, further confirming Jake’s already gone hunting to the Medium by this point. Also, the sky, the clouds, the background, looks absolutely GORGEOUS.

Then the flare lands in front of the house, and here we can see a few things. First of all, the statue. Of course. And also, I bet Jude cut the bushes to look like Nessie because he’s a cryptid fan. However, there’s a thing I just realised. I don’t know if this was a detail in the prior trailer or not but…

Doesn’t the house look just… Not taken care of? The previews of the inside, all the stuff just thrown everywhere, I assumed Jake was just kinda like that, messy. But the look of the house on the outside, with the broken pillars and the vegetation growing everywhere. The broken glass is likely from the monsters, but otherwise…

Jake. How long have you left those two poor kids alone? Not to say, wherever ‘Hauntswich’ is, there doesn’t seem to be a soul ANYWHERE in the surrounding area except for their creepy neighbours.

Next, Joey is crawling through the vents, either to get in or escape from some monsters, and while happy, soon the vents shake and her expression shifts. The way her expression dynamically changes like that, I love it, makes me think a lot about some Homestuck panels. That being said, either the vent is shaky, there’s something BIG and lumbering down the halls of the manor, or the damage to the house is more extensive than it appears.

Then, oh boy the UI looks neat! Worried Joey wanders the halls of her basement, I presume. The X at the top-left might be to make the UI disappear, or perhaps a quick quit to the game? Options on the top-right, help… Then, the inventory seems managed with Captcha Cards, of course. Easy to access and drag around to combine with stuff. Then there’s her battle… Stances? Weapons? There’s what seems like a ‘stomp’, her normal shoes. Then ballerina shoes, and her flashlight.

This makes me wonder how the combat system is. Furthermore- Joey seems to have the shoe selected! What’s that for? Maybe to hint that’s what you want to do in a sneak attack? Or is it not the weapons, and just something more like her ‘stance’? But if it was her stance, wouldn’t the flashlight be the one chosen right now? We’ll see how that works.

Of course, more to the right, there’s the character… Selector? Right now we have Joey, and you can talk with your Jude with a Walkie-Talkie. Straight-forward enough.

Also Jake, please.

Jude’s side of things isn’t looking too hot. That mansion looks fucking MASSIVE. It looks more like a village, but everything’s too… Bunched up together for that to be the case. Lumbering shadows, just there. Staring. The view is amazing, but very, very eerie. Here we see he only has a flare gun- Which we see him using earlier. Again, straight-forward enough.

Now is when things start getting interesting.

First of all, the new design of the Cherub Key is amazing. Cherub Teeth are the fangs, with the Calliope-Caliborn spiral in the middle, and the snakes coiling up. But also-

IT’S ALIVE? JESUS THAT’S CREEPY.

Creepiness aside, I like this much, much more. The one preview we had when it was still 3D had Joey actually reaching in to turn it on herself, just out of pure curiosity. In this situation, however? She’s being /dragged/ by the key, forced to open the portal, not by her own volition. This makes much more sense narrative-wise, and also makes me wonder if the key itself is a Juju. The lollipop forced Jane to lick it after all, and Jake has the CLOCK, so a Juju key with a Juju teleporter? Yeah, that fits.

The cherub snake-beams activate and… Okay, while the glow of the energy is red on the Caliborn snake and green on the Calliope one, both the eyes AND the sparks around the energy are green on both sides. Maybe the teleporter uses First Guardian energy in some capacity?

Finally, we switch to the Trolls! Xefros is a cutie, and that’s some RADICAL VIOLET BLOOD riding a… Bronze grub. That sure’s a way to promote the drink. Anyone can decypher what the can says?

Then we have a first GOOD look at Xefros’ Hive! There’s a picture of the Sloth Lusus, Xefros and Dammek. Cute. Also there’s a tree going through the entire top, maybe his hive is like Terezi’s? It could be, his Lusus IS a Sloth, and Joey switches with Dammek, so it’d make sense Dammek is the one with the more urban hive.

We see an Alternian Phone, some videogame, with HEXAGONAL DISCS. I don’t care if it’s more bug-like, that’s so incredibly inconvenient and asinine, Hussie, What Pumpkin. >:V Then of course, theres Trizza broadcasting her memes permanently on the TV, and the first look at Xefros’ weapon of choice! Which seems to be a… Cricket bat? Cool.

Then Xefros slams the can of soda against his forehead to crush it. Nice.

This is a lovely look at the urban look of Alternia. It’s curious, Trolls are nocturnal so I expected to see more activity at night. Then again, Drones have been taking Trolls to cull, so it’d make sense if they’re all hiding.

ALSO DAMMEK’S LUSUS! They’re riding it around :D Likely going from Dammek’s place and towards Xefros’ if he does live in a tree-Hive. The background of the Alternian Landscape is absolutely haunting.

We have a VS Screen! Not only that, but Joey’s reaction to each enemy and situation seems to vary from one to the next. That’s a nice touch.

Joey, you’re being unnecessarily extra. That’s Jude’s pigeon though, and the bat monster seems surprised by Joey’s dramatic entrance!

Okay so, the thing at the bottom seems like it’s maybe the battle system? The right arrow points at Joey, so maybe it’s her turn and when it’s the monster’s it points left. Then the three spikes at the top might expand into something like. Abscond, Abjure, Aggrieve? Again, I have no idea how the system will work. Also, the bat seems confused and bouncing around. It’s hard to tell if this is RIGHT after the Vs Screen, and being surprised made it flip the fuck out, or if Joey did something that confused it and made it bounce around.

The state of the kitchen really drives home the fact Jake has been an absent father for a VERY LONG TIME. Have they just been ordering noodles to eat all this time? I can see some adorable pictures on the fridge.

There she goes. What do you wanna bet that in Hauntswitch Act 1 we get a scene exactly like this but with Dammek’s silhouette going down the red shaft?

Me too, Joey. Me too.

Finally, “The door is nearly open” seems like a reference to the little line on the Hiveswap page: “First thing’s first. You need to open the door.”

Conclusion: I NEED THIS GAME NOW. Patiently waiting for it to come out, still very hype.

Runaway Groom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings:
Smut
Summary: Bucky goes missing before the wedding.
A/N: This is based off this post, after I read it I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write it. Come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,348

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You nervously flatten the soft white fabric of your dress, taking a shaky breath. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you fix a stray hair and adjust your dress. “You look beautiful, Y/N” Natasha’s hands are cold on the warmed skin of your shoulders. You smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. “Barnes is a lucky guy” she says sincerely, her beautiful eyes locked on yours.

You cant help but shake your head and a small laugh escapes your mouth before you speak “pretty sure, I’m the lucky one Tasha”.

“You’re both lucky-” she moves a curl of your hair back in place “-to find such perfect love in this world” she smiles but you notice the sadness behind her words.

Turning around you take her into your arms, a strong loving embrace. Clearing your throat of the tears you murmur “I wonder how Bucky is doing” laughter dancing in your words. 


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The Proposal |M|

You’re tired of being alone for years without a boyfriend so you propose a deal to Jimin.

Originally posted by zynpyzkcu

word count: 5.2k

tags: smut for days, fluff(in later chapters), angst(in later chapters), badboy!Jimin, collegeAU!Jimin


Your heart would’ve jumped right out of your chest if not for your ribs that confined them because your heart was beating so fast. As you walked down the steps with stiff legs, your eyes were settled on the man who sat just a few rows ahead of you. You took in the his outfit–a simple over-sized black hoodie and ripped denim jeans. He was shoving his belongings inside of his black backpack as you approached him.

“J-Jimin?” You croaked, hoping that he didn’t hear your unsteady voice crack. Hearing his name, the college boy turned his head and you took in his features. He looked quite tired; his hooded eyes still seemed laced with sleep despite it being four in the afternoon. His bottom lip was red and plump as if he had been nibbling on it for a long time. He laid his eyes on you and you stiffened once again. Now that he was in front of you, your mind suddenly went blank.

“Yes?” He raised his eyebrows at you in curiosity. You gulped and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I would like to suggest a proposal,” you said and squeezed your eyes as you winced at your extreme awkwardness. Hearing that, Jimin raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat to face you.

“Am I in some kind of job interview?” Jimin chuckled lowly and caused your cheeks to heat. “What kind of proposal?” He asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Despite his raspy voice that sounded like he just woke up(and if he did you wouldn’t be surprised), it carried hints of playfulness in it as he focused his attention on you. Your eyes darted around the classroom that was beginning to fill back up with students for the next class and a part of you panicked.

“Well um, can we talk in the hall?” You muttered and waited as Jimin hesitantly. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and then waited for you to lead him out into the hall. With each step, you could feel your heart beating faster and you could hear your pulse in your ears. When the two of you exited the classroom, Jimin set his bag down and you took a deep breath. You could feel that his eyes were on you, waiting for you to speak. As you took a deep breath, you lifted your head to meet his dark gaze.

“I need you to–well I don’t really need you to, but I would very much like it if you…” your sentence trailed off as soon as your cheeks started to burn and your throat closed up. “If you would have sex with me.” You said the last part so quietly you could barely hear yourself. But seeing that Jimin’s tired eyes widened and how he raised his brows in surprise, you knew he heard every word.

“Have sex?” He reiterated a bit loudly and you shot him a look even though the halls were vacant besides the two of you. His eyes darted around before landing on you. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say you specifically, but seeing as you are…” you paused and examined Jimin again. “…Here which is convenient, and you’re not bad looking, which is a plus.” You stopped to observe Jimin’s facial expressions which was hard to pinpoint as he simply stared at you. Then, the thought dawned on you.

“But you don’t have to do it!” You exclaimed suddenly, your entire face and neck felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. “I realize that this is really weird since I don’t know you at all and I just asked you to have sex with me which sounds so desperate and-and a bit of a slut–”

“I’ll do it.” Jimin interrupted you and left your mouth agape.

“Y-You will?” You stammered as Jimin shrugged.

“Yeah, why not? I’m pretty sure you have a reason and to be honest, I feel flattered,” Jimin slipped his hands in his hoodie pocket. A coy smirk stretched on his lips as Jimin leaned against the wall. He pulled his bottom lip under his teeth as his eyes darted down to your loose sweater and jeans and then back to your eyes. “So when do you want to do this?”

You took a deep breath and averted your eyes so it felt like Jimin wasn’t staring at your heated cheeks. “Are you free this weekend? I’d like to do this as soon as possible.”

Jimin pondered with pursed lips. “Yeah, I’m free.” Jimin said and pushed himself off the wall. He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “Put your phone number in there and we’ll talk later.”

You took his phone in your hand and put your number in there before handing it back to him. Jimin bent down to pick up his bag and took his phone before winking at you as he passed by you.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.”


It hadn’t even dawned on you that Jimin knew your name, but after thinking about it, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise. You had been in at least one class together for three years, but you’ve never spoken to each other once. Jimin was known as the typical “bad boy” as he hung out with the wrong crowd, never showed up to class, and often got in trouble with campus security for vandalizing school property “on accident.” There was one case where Jimin and his friends had been accused of spray painting a sculpture completely black. This was earlier in their college years and was only the start of their growing reputation.

But sometimes(and emphasis on some) Jimin would show up to class like today looking like he hadn’t slept for days and dressed down in a simple hoodie or sweatpants with a beanie of snapback that covered his chestnut locks. You could tell by the girls he had basically clinging to his pants that he was, unlike you, experienced with sex. It wasn’t as if you were a prude or didn’t like sex, but it was never easy to be in a relationship. You were always caught up with school and work and never seemed to find time to fit it in.

That was a lie. A relationship seemed like the best thing to take your mind off your stressful life, but you could never find someone. It was as if the universe was telling you not to be in one or worse, telling everyone not to be with you. Either that, or you just attracted the wrong people. Or perhaps even worse than that– you weren’t attractive at all.

You tried your best not to think too much about such things as they kept you up at night and the only way for you to fall asleep was to shed some tears, which you hated doing. It was just… hard not to feel insecure about yourself. No matter what kind of people you liked, they never liked you back. You tried your best not to care–to convince yourself that you would find somebody to date and finally lose your virginity to, but it was now three years into college and you were still waiting.

You wondered if asking Jimin was being too desperate, but in all honestly, all your fucks were thrown out the window. At this rate, you would end up living and dying alone with your apartment filled with cats. It was too late to turn back now. You stood in front of Jimin’s apartment wearing a simple white tee and denim shorts. You had a baseball hat on top of your head to protect your eyes from the blaring sun. Around your shoulder was a simple handbag that you held your necessities, including a condom just in case Jimin didn’t have one, which he probably would.

You shook off your nerves as you knocked on Jimin’s front door. You stepped back and looked down at yourself to make sure you looked fine. When you heard shuffling on the other side of the door and saw the doorknob jiggle, you inhaled sharply. Your heart was beating abnormally fast and it wasn’t looking to calm down any moment.

The door opened slightly and Jimin poked his head through. His brown hair was ruffled messily and his eyes were squinted as if it was the first time in the day where he saw sunlight.

“Good morning,” he croaked in his usual voice. You frowned at him and let your shoulders sag.

“Morning? Jimin, it’s 6 in the afternoon.” You said as he stepped aside while ruffling his hair. You stepped inside his apartment which smelled of pine and cinnamon. A nostalgic smell that reminded you of Autumn. A soft chuckle came from Jimin as he closed the door and locked it.

“Yeah sorry, I was awake, really.” He said and led you to the room at the end of the hallway. The house was quiet except for the subtle hip hop music playing in a different room. Your head swiveled around as you took in your new environment.

“Are your roommates home?” You finally asked.

“They’re at work so don’t worry about people hearing you. We talked about this over text, didn’t we?” Jimin asked and opened the door to what you assumed was his room. You noticed that the soothing scent of pine became stronger and you resisted closing your eyes to bask in the smell.

“Yeah sorry, I guess I’m just a little nervous.” You replied and stepped in the room. It was a neat room with a queen sized bed against the wall and a black wood desk on the opposite side. A typical room for a college student. You expected it to be cleaner and dismissed the idea that Jimin cleaned his room just for you.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Jimin asked and you turned to him. “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to have sex with me if I reeled of body odor.” Jimin flashed a toothy smile before running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh yeah, no problem. Take your time.” You replied and smiled stiffly. Jimin nodded and gestured to the bed.

“You can make yourself comfortable. I’ll be quick.” He said and left the room. You hesitated to sit on his bed but you did, on the very edge of it. It was time. You were in a boy’s room and it was just the two of you in his apartment, and you were about to have sex. The idea was baffling and you would’ve never imagined that you would be in this situation, but this was your reality.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself and pulled out your phone to check your social media for a bit. You thumbed through your instagram feed and it only felt like five minutes before you heard Jimin walking back down the hall. You slipped your phone back in your handbag and perked up when he entered the room. Jimin wore a white t-shirt, similar to yours as well as basketball shorts. He had a towel over his head as he dried his damp hair.

“I said to make yourself comfortable.” Jimin laughed, his voice was clearer now and more energetic compared to when he first greeted you. You froze when he pointed out your awkwardness and you wondered if it was really that noticeable.

“Sorry I just–I’ve never done this before.” You muttered under your breath. Jimin glanced at you from his phone and raised a brow.

“Done what? Sex?” He asked and you raised your head immediately.

“No! No, not that. I’ve never… hooked up with someone like this.” You fumbled with your fingers as you stretched a smile across your lips. Jimin watched you for a second before setting his phone on his desk. He tossed his towel on his chair and stepped slowly towards you. With the shift of action, your heartbeat began to pick up again. When Jimin stood in front of you, so close that your knees were touching his calves. His fingertips brushed against your shoulder and you flinched but he didn’t stop from trailing up your neck and ear until they traced your jaw. Jimin raised your chin so you were looking up at him. From this angle, you could see his dark gaze that intensified in a matter of seconds as well as his reddened, plump lips.

“Lay back for me,” his eyes darted to the bed and you gulped. You reached back to remove the hat from off top of your head and tossed it on the bed as you scooted back. Jimin climbed onto the bed and your mind started racing with all sorts of thoughts. Would it hurt? What if you can’t go through with it? Why did you put yourself in this situation in the first place? Was it too late to back out?

Jimin wasn’t helping by the way his hand snuck up your inner thigh. When his fingers traced the stitching of your pants over your crotch, you inhaled sharply and closed your eyes. His hands gripped the hem of your shorts and pulled them down slowly as he wanted to take to savor the sight of your light blue panties. Jimin pulled your shorts down completely before tossing them to the side and returned his hands to your thighs, massaging them as he rubbed tiny circles with his thumb.

Jimin pulled your legs so they wrapped around his waist. He hovered over so his hands were planted into the bed beside your arms. You stared into his hooded eyes for what seemed like minutes but it was only seconds until he pulled his gaze away. His hand snaked up your shirt as his fingers traced softly over stomach until he reached the edge of your bra. His eyes darted back to yours as if to one, see if you were comfortable and two, receive silent consent before slipping his fingers underneath. You felt his warm fingertip brush over your nipple and a sigh escaped your lips.

As Jimin worked your breast with one hand, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck. As he kissed it, you allowed a soft moan to escape. Your eyebrows knit from the slight, tingling pleasure that Jimin was giving you through his touch.

“Jimin,” you whispered and he glanced at you. You tried your best to speak through your embarrassment. “Please, touch me.”

He smirked and pinched your nipple. A startled gasp resonated throughout the room and Jimin’s lips returned to your neck. “I’m already touching you, baby.”

“You know what I mean.” You whined and traced your arm up his side under his shirt to grip his muscular shoulder blades. Feeling your nails sink into Jimin’s back, his deep moan vibrated against your neck. He pulled his lips away and nearly ground his hips into you.

“I won’t know unless you tell me.” He pushed on while massaging your breast. Your neck felt hot, not only from embarrassment but also from kisses that Jimin was peppering you with. Your nails found his back again and you trailed them down.

“I want you to finger me,” you whispered and pressed your cheek against his. “Please?” You pleaded and Jimin let out a groan by how close and sweet your voice was. Jimin began kissing down your chest and stomach until he reached your blue panties. He glanced up at you to see if you were showing any signs of discomfort, but seeing your bottom lip pulled under your teeth and your cheeks flushed red, Jimin only wanted to bring you more pleasure. To have you wriggling in pleasure underneath him with your fingers trembling in his brown locks as you tried to hold on with your remaining strength while coming over and over again.

The thought aroused Jimin even more and he felt himself get harder in his basketball shorts. He slipped his fingers underneath your panties before pulling them down; a string of your juices attached to the center and Jimin had to suppress a groan from the erotic sight. You were already so wet for him and from what? Just some simple touching and kissing–he hadn’t even gotten to the real foreplay and you were already on edge. As he pulled your panties off your legs, your scent was already so thick and arousing and all Jimin wanted to do was devour you whole.

He pressed his thumb against your folds and spread them; a surprised yelp resonated throughout the room as cold air hit your sex. Jimin ran his tongue against his lips to wet them as he watched your glistening juices that lined your slit.

“Already so wet…” Jimin growled and kissed your entrance and ran his tongue smoothly over your slit. Suddenly chills and shivers ran all throughout your body and your back arched off the bed in an instinctive reaction. As you squeezed your eyes shut, you moaned out loud. “You taste so damn good.”

“F-Fuck…” you cursed as Jimin focused solely on your clit, licking it and sucking it as if it were for his own pleasure. It didn’t take much due to your extreme sensitivity to have your body trembling and twitching underneath Jimin. One hand gripped the bedsheets while the other laid on top of Jimin’s head and from time to time, when his tongue made you see white stars, you clenched his brown locks.

Jimin rubbed the pads of his index finger against your slick entrance, gathering your juices over his fingers before sliding his fingers inside. You tightened around him in surprise as he slowly delved into your hole. You felt the meat of his palm press against your clit and you knew Jimin’s fingers were completely inside of you. He pulled them out and you moaned through pressed lips.

“So fucking wet… Look at all your juices sticking to my fingers.” Jimin stared at the strings that clung to his fingers. He couldn’t even imagine how wet and tight you would feel around his dick if you were already like this with his fingers.

Jimin pushed his fingers into you again and repeated the action while rubbing all of the sensitive parts inside of you which you didn’t even know existed. Each time his fingers dipped into you, your body twitched in response as your mind went blank.

When you felt your climax approaching, your body stilled and your moans became quiet while our breathing became more erratic and rapid. You were just about to come, Jimin pulled his lips away and your body jerked.

“Oh god,” you sighed and gave Jimin a disapproving look. The boy simply smirked at your needy behavior, but you could tell by how hard he was gripping his crotch that he was in the same situation. You licked your lips at the sight of his muscular forearms bulging with force.

“Seems like you’re ready for me.” Jimin said as he wiggled his fingers inside of you. You let out a shuddering moan and your hand reached out to grab onto his wrist, attempting to push his hand out before you come right then and there. Jimin pulled his fingers out and you watched him suck the juices off them. That sight alone was erotic enough, but you pulled your eyes away as they dropped to the pitching tent inside of shorts. And that was way more enticing.

“Should I… suck you off?” The question came as surprise to both of you. To you, the unfamiliar use of language that you never thought would come out of your mouth and him, the very thought of you sucking him off now while his boner was so hard it was almost painful could have him coming the minute you put your hands on him.

“I thought this was all about you,” Jimin smirked. His hand returned to your inner thigh and he squeezed it slightly.

“I mean, yeah, but… I don’t wanna just leave you like that.” You pouted making Jimin smile with his rows of pearly whites.

“I appreciate the gesture, sweet cheeks, but this time it’s all about you.” Jimin said and the fact that he was implying that there would be multiple times to this occasion went completely over your head. Currently, your mind was occupied as you gawked at Jimin as he slipped his thumbs under his shorts and yanked them down. His hard, veiny cock sprang up and his hands immediately wrapped around it, gripping it from the pink tip to the base of his cock.

“There’s a condom in the drawer to your left,” Jimin hissed. His voice sounded stiff, as he was suppressing a moan. You managed to pull your eyes away from his cock and opened the drawer to see a box of condoms. Picking one out, you opened it and sat up, bringing yourself closer to his cock. Jimin grabbed our wrist and squeezed it.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, just let me do at least one thing.” You rolled your eyes. Jimin reluctantly pulled his hand away and you positioned the condom on the tip of his dick. Jimin’s breath hitched and when you rolled the condom down his length, he let out a loud groan and bucked his hips into your hands. Your eyes shot open at his sudden(yet very very erotic) gesture and you lifted your head to see Jimin squeezing his eyes while clenching his hands at his sides. His eyes fluttered open to meet your and you noticed that his breathing had turned into short pants.

“Okay, its on. T-Take your hands off.” Jimin stuttered and you promptly pulled your hands away from his throbbing cock. Keeping eye contact with Jimin, you sat back down on the bed and leaned back. Jimin hovered over you and pressed his hands into the bed beside your head while studying your face.

“I’m putting it in, okay?” He asked with raised eyebrows and you nodded in response. Jimin leaned back and dug his heels into the bed while he gripped the back of your knees and pushed them so his dick was lined up with your sopping wet pussy. That, as well as Jimin had the perfect view of his cock plunging into your slick hole.

Jimin lined the tip up to your hole and slipped it in. Your body tenses immediately when you felt the foreign object inside of you and Jimin’s eyes immediately flicked up to see if you were okay. You were clutching your hands together, but you kept your gaze on Jimin; so innocent yet so intense and piercing. You never looked away from him and kept your eyes on him, anticipating his every move.

Jimin slowly slid the rest of his length in and so you were filled with all of Jimin. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened; you could feel his thick shaft stretching you out. It definitely stung, but the pain was bearable. It left a tinging sensation in your stomach and the sparkling white stars began to make another appearance.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jimin hissed and sucked in his lower lip. Jimin’s grip tightened and loosened around your knees as he tried to not slam his hips into you with the risk of hurting you or him coming in just a few thrusts. I mean, you were just so fucking tight.

Jimin pulled out slightly and bucked his hips into and both of you moaned out loud from the pleasure that was shared between the two of you. Jimin leaned in and buried his face into your neck while peppering you with more kisses along your collarbone.

“I’m gonna move faster, okay?” Jimin growled and bucked his hips upward. His pace picked up almost instantly and soon he was continuously thrusting into you. When he pulled out of you, you couldn’t help but moan into Jimin’s ear and when he trust into you, so fucking deeply, you started seeing stars and white spots that made your mind go blank and literally took your breath away.

“H-Holy–Jimin, it feels s-so go-ah-good,” you said in between breaths and tried to speak under the vigorous thrusts. Hearing your moans so close to his ears sent chills down his spine. He couldn’t resist the guttural grunts that came from the pit of his throat. The way your wet, hot walls squeezed around him like a vice made it nearly impossible to hold back the pleasurable moans.

Even though Jimin was literally fucking you until you were breathless under him and you couldn’t form any thoughts, you couldn’t help but imagine what his dick would feel like in another position. Everyone said missionary was “best” for your first time, but god, you never thought sex would feel this good.

You pressed your hand on Jimin’s chest while you trailed the other hand trailed down your stomach until you reached your clit. You rubbed it, just slightly but the extra pleasure pulses through you and you clenched around Jimin. He slammed his his into you and groaned out loud. Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed and you could see the veins in his neck as he strained himself.

“Shhiittt, don’t do that. Don’t–don’t fucking squeeze me or else I’m gonna cum.” Jimin growled and pressed his forehead against yours. You pulled your lip under your teeth and closed your eyes, savoring the full feeling of Jimin’s cock twitching inside of you.

“I can’t help it, you feel so good.” You sighed back, allowing your body to go limp.

No, you feel good. Too good. Jimin thought when he opened his eyes again to see your glazed fucked over eyes. You were just a living contradicting. How could someone be so innocently charming yet such a sex vixen in bed?

Jimin sighed and ground his hips into you. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He groaned and sat back up. His hands grabbed the back of your knees and began thrusting faster, his hips grinding waves of pleasure into you and brought you closer to your orgasm.

You wrapped your arms around Jimin’s neck and cling to him as heat began to pool in your stomach. You could feel your body twitching and convulsing around Jimin and the only way you weren’t coming right then and there was to dig your nails into his back.

“J-Jimin, I think I’m gonna cum. Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.” You gasped and Jimin’s hand immediately trailed down your stomach to your clit and he began rubbing small circles over it. Part of it was to bring your orgasm closer but also because he knew that you would clench around him that would make him cum. And you did. Your tight pussy squeezed him and Jimin felt his balls tighten as his orgasm approached.

“Shit,” Jimin growled and continued rubbing your clit while watching you squirm under him. Suddenly, your entire body tensed up and your head flew backwards as a long, shuddering moan echoed in the room. Both of your hands scratched up Jimin’s chest and back; your pussy pulsed around Jimin and he tried his best not to close his eyes because you were just a sight to behold. Your body was shivering and your mouth was slack with no words coming out, but your eyebrows were knit so deeply as you focused on coming.

Jimin bit his lip and slammed his hips into you as he came inside you, white strings of cum spilling inside the condom. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his small grunts vibrated against your neck. Jimin stayed inside of you until he got soft before sitting back up and slipped out of you. He pulled the condom out slowly and when you felt it pop out, you moaned. Jimin tied the condom before tossing it in the trash can beside his bed.

You sat up, or attempted to with your body still shuddering. Jimin’s hand came to grab your arm and help you sit up.

“Stay here, I’ll grab some water.” Jimin said and grabbed his shorts from the floor before slipping them back on. You listened to Jimin’s footsteps down the hall and into the kitchen. You laughed softly, slowly getting off the bed to find your panties. You shimmied back into them, legs still sore from all the fucking and by Jimin gripping your legs so hard. You glanced back to see if the back of your knees were bruised and sure enough there were red marks that stained your skin. You frowned just as Jimin walked back in.

“I think I might skip school tomorrow because of you.” You said wincing and jumping back on the edge of the bed. Jimin chuckled as he handed you an ice cold water bottle. You both drank the water but Jimin pulled away first.

“So how was your first time?” Jimin asked suddenly and you nearly did a spit-take. You felt water drip onto your shirt and you wiped your chin frantically.

“W-What?” You stammered as your eyes bulged out of their sockets. “What are you talking about?”

Jimin scoffed. “Please, I’ve been with enough girls to know when it’s their first time or not,” Jimin said with a smirk that made you blush in embarrassment. “So? How was it?”

You paused to take a sip of your drink, bringing the water bottle to your lips. “It was… amazing.” You blushed and hid your visually red cheeks behind the water bottle as you drank it. Jimin grinned widely and set the water bottle down on his desk.

“That’s good,” he said and flopped onto his desk chair. “So why did you ask me?”

“Well… I just didn’t want to seem like a prude for the rest of my life. I’m in fucking college and I haven’t gone past french kissing,” you sighed and covered your face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry you had to be at the end of my needy desperation.” You apologized and peeked at Jimin through your fingers.

Jimin smiled warmly. “No, I don’t think you’re desperate. It’s cute, honestly. I’ve never had a girl just straight up ask me to have sex with her.” Jimin chuckled. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?” You gawked. Jimin frowned at you while narrowing his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He snapped but the smirk on his lips made his playful tone noticeable.

“I mean, come on, you have girls flocking around you all the time. I would expect at least someone to ask you to have sex.”

Jimin pondered about it, trying to remember if a girl had ever asked him. Then, he frowned and shook his head. “No, never.”

You nodded blankly, still trying to take in the fact that you were the first girl to ask Jimin to have sex with them. Watching your amusing behavior, Jimin couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Well, if you ever want to do this again, you have my number,” Jimin said and stood up. He walked over to you and brushed your hair behind your ears. Feeling his light touch as well as staring into his soft gaze, you felt your heart clench. “I don’t know about you, but I would like for this to be a regular thing.” He smirked. You gulped and pulled your gaze away.

“Yeah, I would… I would like that too.”

MORE Beauty and the Beast things I LOVE (collected upon a second viewing):

-The Enchantress/Agathe is played by Hattie Morahan, who played Elinor against Dan Stevens’s Edward in BBC’s 2008 Sense and Sensibility, and I love it when actors are brought back together. Gave me the same smiles as watching Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth in their one scene in The King’s Speech

-LeFou paying everyone in the tavern before “Gaston” because you know he choreographed that months before and they rehearse it every Thursday just in case.

-Cadenza is playing “Be Our Guest” when Maurice overhears the music!

-Maurice’s reaction to Chip is everything

-Maurice and Belle’s relationship is so sweet and wonderful and perfect, and the fact that hearing about it and seeing evidence of it is what finally convinces Beast that not all fathers are douchebags!

-Lumiere’s not a womanizer anymore! He’s devoted to Plumette, not just flirting with her and I love it

-I love Mme. de Garderobe attacking fragile masculinity with gowns and makeup, and then shouting “BE FREE” after them like some gender-role smashing fairy godmother

-”I am not a beast.” Ugh. Just, kill me with perfection why don’t you

-The Beast’s face and eyeroll and nine-year-old boy reaction to Belle’s love of R&J, and the fact that he GIVES HER HIS LIBRARY not because he wants to win her over, but because he just wants her to read better material, and if that isn’t 183% what I would also do, I don’t know what is

-Belle’s happy little shriek after the Beast leaves her alone in the library is all of us don’t pretend it’s not

-Belle trying to hide the rope out the window by standing in front of it. Like, sweetie. 

-The juxtaposition of the opening and closing dances! With Adam in the first one flitting from partner to partner and even when he’s dancing with someone, he’s always looking around for a better option, versus that final dance when his eyes are 100% on Belle

-The castle getting more and more dilapidated as each petal falls

-THE BANTER YES FOREVER

There were so many more things but I couldn’t remember them all and I need to go see it again with a notebook, but SErIOUSLY until then COME GUSH IN MY INBOX I need to talk to people about this movie and I’m driving everyone in my real life crazy

Domesticity

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky being domestic is a bit of a turn on for his girlfriend

A/N: here’s your metal arm fic, @emily-james-barnes ;) your frank fic inspired me to finish it for you,,,but i think it’s more metal fingers than anything else…also it’s a little crappy, sorry :/

Warnings: smut, metal arm fingering, oral (mr), it’s all smut,,,

words: 1894

tags: @feelmyroarrrr @lipstickandwhiskey @daybreak96 @sistasarah-sallysaidso

You sip your coffee and shift on the stool underneath you.  The smell of cooking bacon and fresh brewed coffee is heavy on the air, and draws your eyes back to your boyfriend’s back in the kitchen in front of you.  You lean your elbows on the counter and study him, still not quite believing what you’re seeing.  He’s making breakfast.  Bucky Barnes is making you breakfast.  It’s so domestic, so unlike him, so goddamn attractive.  You can’t help but stare.  At the way he looks in just a pair of tight boxers, his back bare.  At the way his metal arm catches the early morning light through the window over the sink.  

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