A month ago, I made this post, urging the fanart community at large to watch and make art of Infinity Train, and post it under the tag #Fill The Train in order to make the tag a lot less empty. I would reblog and promote each artist who participated, and gather all of the art in one big post.
It was a resounding success, with many artists creating great pieces and turning the tag lively.
But now the tag is getting quiet again, so it’s time to revitalize it once more.
Please, if you haven’t already, watch the Infinity Train pilot. It’s only 8.5 minutes of your time, and it’s really good.
Now, this Fill The Train is the same as the last one. Post original art to the #Infinity Train and #Fill The Train tags and I will reblog them and compile them into a big post.
However, this time there’s an optional theme.
While drawings of Tulip, One-One and Corginia are great, I’d really like to see your original content. Got an original character that would fit to the Infinity Train universe? A new species or robot? You want to design your own train car with its own puzzles and environment? Go for it.
You have until April 6th to submit your art to the tag. Afterwards I will compile another promo post for all of the artists.
Thank you for helping me bring attention to a great show, and good luck.
Created with the help of the lovely @catyz101 and the wonderful @vintagecarter go ahead and give them a follow please.
- Two years after the attack, when the rangers graduate highschool, they decide to build a house together in the mountains near the ship.
-When goldar went down billy managed to save a lot of gold
“Like my dad said, you find it you keep it”
Needless to say they’re fucking loaded.
-Kim and Trini adopted a cat courtesy of her brothers. The twins found him and managed to keep him for a week before their mom found out and he was sent to live with Trini.
“Take care of gato for us”
“Wait you named i-”
“GATO, is in great hands”
-The cat loves everyone but Zack and Jason. Every time the cat cuddles up to Billy “traitor” can be heard faintly whispered through the house.
-Zack goes to the kitchen at 1 in the morning and finds the cat just sitting there staring at him, they have a staring contest for two mintues until he slowly backs away back into his room.
-They rotate dinner every night. They all make something thats authentic to them but the weekends are take out nights. It an unspoken rule of the house
-Zack almost breaking his neck doing a double take on Trini leaving from Kim’s room in the early morning
-“ITS NOT A WALK OF SHAME IF ITS YOUR OWN HOUSE” Kim passing by headed to the kitchen “you are definitely doing the walk of shame babe.”
-Billy quietly comments from the back “why are you so surprised, thats the 5th time this week.”
“Billy, its tuesday”
- “Hello, yes, i found your number in the yellow pages i was calling to tell you that MY BEST FRIEND JUST GOT LAID also a large pizza please”
-Trini watches a novella one day outta habit, and suddenly Jason and Zack are addicted. “No, trini you cant change the channel we are watching that!”
-Kim puts pink hair dye in her shampoo to figure out who keeps using it. The culprit was Jason…… and Trini
-“Who the fuck put jello in the toilet”
“You see its not actually jello its this silicone-”
“I’ll take it you’re upset with me….”
-Theyre the hardware stores best customer. The owner thinks they own a construction company. He is yet to be corrected
-One day the boys come back from the store early and hear a scream in the house. They all barge in too kims room and walk in on the girls.
“Oh my god GET OUT”
Billy closes his eyes and runs smack into the wall putting a hole in it while jason and Zack are running out dodging pillows.
-“Steve come here girl” “Zack we are not naming our dog Steve” “what about zordon?” “you wanna name my daughter after wall dad? How dare?” “you were about to name her Steve?!” “Personally i thik she looks like a Steve…” “Thank you billy”
-“Oh well if it isnt satan himself coming to visit my room when it does not belong here!” “Guys the cat isnt that bad”
“Billy do not speak on matters that do not concern you”
-“Who taught you savages to do the laundry?” “Trini relax.” “Relax? Jason, Isnt it bad enough my hair is pink but now my white tshirts are too because Zack put your shirts in with mine.”
-“Hey yellow, pink, your hell cat just attacked steve.”
“Do you dare slander my cats good name?! YOU CAN MEET ME IN THE PIT!!”
-They have color coded bath Towels. Zack likes to steal someone elses each week which isnt a problem until he struts out the bathroom in pink towels when Kim’s parents come to visit.
-“I know DAMN well i had last nights episode of Rupauls drag race recorded who DELETED IT?!?” “Sorry Zack that may have been me, but dont worry i have it recorded on my tv too” “Billy, you are my hero”
-Gato steals steves bed all the time and its the leading cause of argument in the house.
- “Satan’s spawn please, my daughters bed is too big for you and she cannot sleep in your small bed” hiss hiss “Okay that was rude” hiiiisss “TRINI! CONTROL YOUR SON AND GET HIM OUTTA MY DAUGHTERS BED RIGHT NOW”
-Fire alarm goes off at six in the morning. Multiple voices are heard screaming “KIM” from 4 seperate rooms
Here’s the Q&A part that was published with the episode commentary and I didn’t have time to translate the other day.
Regarding the question about Chris’ acquaintance, you may want to read the report of the other day’s talk show to get a more complete idea.
(Side note: I still haven’t had time to answer some of the questions I received, please wait a little… I will also work on the very long interview with Kubo on the magazine Febri from tonight. Interview rush this month, really.)
***If you wish to share this translation please do it by reblogging or posting a link to it*** ***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***
Mitsurou Kubo presents Q&A exhibition!!! We asked Kubo-san about curiosities that didn’t fit the commentary, in a Q&A format.
Q. Why is Victor cold to JJ? A. He genuinely doesn’t care (LOL). He doesn’t even remember JJ’s name correctly, but that’s because he is the type of person that doesn’t try to remember things he isn’t interested about. It’s not like he’s looking down or him or doesn’t get along, he really just doesn’t care. Until this point we hadn’t clearly shown Victor not being interested in someone, so I was thinking about a character who wouldn’t feel hurt even if Victor didn’t care about him… and realized that it could only be JJ. In fact, he wasn’t really bothered.
Q. What is Victor to JJ? A. I think he is someone he has to challenge. The type of person he wants to confront and beat when they’re both in their very best condition. He would never want to win because Victor is in a bad condition or just out of a slump. More than admiring him, I think he wants to be his equal rival. And he believes that if he does his best he will get the gold medal. Therefore, to avoid looking at Victor like someone who is no match for him, he takes the liberty of speaking with him in that overfamiliar way. But I think that JJ is currently the one who is fighting against the fear of losing more than anyone else. It also looks like he didn’t really have a good relationship with his previous coaches and people didn’t understand him.
Q. Is Victor worried about the “whorl” of hair on his head? A. More than Victor, this is something many Russian people care about. Though in Victor’s case I think it’s more like his hairline than the whorl (LOL). But I think that having such a weakness makes him a fascinating person. Before the FS in episode 7 Yuuri even presses the top of his head while a large audience is watching. In this scene I wanted to do something that people wouldn’t actually do in the real figure skating world, I had fun drawing it.
Q. We want to know more about Otabek! A. In his private life he is also a DJ, and he’s kind of a street style guy. He actually has many mischievous friends. That’s why he finds Yurio really cool, because he has so many things that Otabek doesn’t have and admires. And he’s also the type who doesn’t give importance to hierarchies, so Yurio was happy that he wanted them to be equals. So you figure what happens when he asks him “will you come or not?”… (LOL)
Q. Who is the handsome guy always together with Chris? A. He’s a man from the Swiss Skating Federation. I created him because I didn’t want Chris to feel lonely (LOL). I’m not going to say anything about what his relationship with Chris is, but we believe that he’s a former ice dancer that belongs to the Federation.
Q. We want to know some secret anecdotes about the last episode! A. When I wrote the storyboard, I added “They say Katsuki is retiring.” as a subtitle. For Victor’s line I also considered “the ‘katsu’ in ‘Katsuki’ is the ‘katsu’ from ‘selfish’!*”, but I thought “nah, Victor is not that good at Japanese” and I didn’t use it (LOL). Also, in the storyboard there was a scene where Yuuri, before skating, is trying to tell Yurio that he’s going to retire but in the end isn’t able to tell him. But there was no time, so it was cut in the anime… [*translator’s note: “Selfish” in Japanese can be said “jibunkatte” 自分勝手, where the kanji for the “kat(su)” part is the same kanji as the “Katsu” in “Katsuki” 勝生. I’m glad she didn’t use that because it would have been impossible to translate properly… though Victor does still use the word “jibunkatte” in the episode. Also, in the end they are supposed to be speaking in English together, so yeah. By the way, the subtitle she originally thought, which in Japanese is “Katsuki, intai suru’tte yo” is probably a reference to the title of the novel “The Kirishima Thing” that in Japanese is “Kirishima, bukatsu yameru’tte yo” and was adapted into a movie. The ’~tte yo’ wording has kind of become popular after that.]
Q. How did you decide the way Victor cries? A. I drew it so that Victor’s tears wouldn’t stream down his cheeks but “drop from the tip of his eyelashes”. Sometimes people who aren’t used to crying do not move their facial muscles and don’t wipe their tears, so they just trickle down. The way Victor cries is something I had already roughly sketched in a meeting with the director.
Q. Why didn’t Phichit talk to Yuuri about his dream? A. I think the reason Phichit-kun still hasn’t talked to Yuuri about his dream of holding an ice show in Thailand is that he too wants to surprise him. They have this kind of relationship. I think that all skaters, even if this time they couldn’t achieve their best results, are thinking about what they can do to create a skating world that they can enjoy even more than now, and about what they can do for their home countries.
Q. Why does Michele speak in the Hiroshima dialect? A. In the setting he is from Naples and speaks English with an Italian accent, so to express that I decided that he would speak in Hiroshima dialect.
Q. Tell us how you feel now that the series is over and about the future! A. I am very well aware that you are all hoping for a continuation of the show, and with director Yamamoto we always talk about what we would like to do if we ever have the chance to work again with the staff that has gathered to make this series. We still do not know if a “St. Petersburg arc” would be the best. However, it’s definitely not something that I can do alone, and to draw this series again we would need to collect a lot of information and find many new things. It wasn’t a series that was possible to create just inside my head. But we must create something convincing, otherwise people are not going to follow us, and it wouldn’t come true. More than anything, the thought that we might not see Yuuri, Victor, Yurio and the other characters again makes us sadder than anyone else. Actually, I’m going to go on a trip abroad with the director soon (LOL), and we are planning to talk about the future too. I hope we have time to discuss carefully about what lies ahead for “Yuri on Ice”, and I’ll be happy if you keep on supporting us in the meantime.
On June 11, 1963, a large crowd watches in mute horror as a Buddhist monk named Thich Quang Duc sits down in a busy Saigon intersection and calmly allows himself to be doused in petrol and set on fire. The holy man committed suicide via immolation in protest of the Catholic persecution of Buddhists in his country, and pictures of his death were circulated around the world.
okay just imagine this: victuuri catfish au (except totz not) -
- one night Yuuri comes across an online dating profile of someone pretending to be Viktor Nikiforov
- yes that Viktor Nikiforov
- & honestly Yuuri is a bit charmed bc this person clearly did their research on Viktor’s profile (and has the cutest pictures of Makkachin that even he hasn’t seen before) and it’s late at night and he’s lonely and he’s only on this stupid website bc Mari made him a profile and ordered him to use it
- so he likes the profile and goes to sleep and doesn’t think about it
- until the profile likes him back
- and not only that, but messages him first
- so Yuuri messages him, random stuff at first like the business at the inn or the food he ate that day or babysitting the triplets but then it goes deeper like into his anxiety or insecurity bc talking over a screen is so much easier at times
- and the profile shares just as much (albeit within the character of Viktor which amuses and frustrates Yuuri to no end bc he wants to know the real person behind the screen)
- and yeah, Yuuri is somehow falling for someone he’s never met.
- Bc this Viktor is impossibly caring and loving even over their messages that seem to get longer and longer. And yeah, sometimes Viktor goes a few days without their long emails (bc of practice he says) but they always pick up so easily and send emojis throughout the day
- and Viktor always wishes Yuuri goodnight, even if it’s from a completely different timezone
- and Yuuri can’t imagine going through a day without strings of emojis or puppy pictures clouding up his messages box
- And that’s when Mari gets involved
- Mari rounds up the #1 members of the Katsuki Yuuri fanclub and they get to work
- Phichit, Yuuko, Minako and Mari pretend to be detectives but honestly they just call the Viktor’s phone number and put it on speaker
- and no one answers
- but there’s a voicemail
- a voicemail in russian
- in a strangely familiar voice (they were all subjected to the worst of Yuuri’s teen crush, which largely included obsessive interview watching)
- and they all kind of scream at each other for around ten minutes
- and they all simultaneously agree to not tell Yuuri
2D stands at the edge of a large koi pond, watching intently as the spotted fish glide gracefully through the water.
“The kois are back in town,” he softly sings to himself. “The kois are back in town.”
His side of the bed was empty and cold, your hand patted the sheets and you groaned into the overpriced pillow set. Debating whether to bother or just go back to bed, you groaned again because you knew the answer. It was always the same, had been for years.
Request: Could you do an imagine where you’re the commander and Bellamy falls in love with you??
Word count: 1,531
(A/N: I took a different approach when writing this, so let me know what you think! Also, if you want to see a part 2, if you could shoot me a message that’d be great :) )
Y/n could remember the day the Sky People came to earth very
clearly. She and a couple of her people were on a hunting trip, trying to
gather supplies for a feast celebrating the three year anniversary of her people’s
liberation from the Ice Nation. They were corrupt and evil, and after several
months of battle, they surrendered. Three months later, Y/n and one hundred of
the former Ice Nation hiked up a mountain and to an empty field. The people
appointed Y/n as their new leader and were comically named the Free People by
The feast was on the same day they landed. The Free People all
thought it was a shooting star, but as it got closer and closer, they realized
it was something different. It landed right outside of Y/n’s land. Not knowing who
these people were, she stayed back to study them. They quickly set up
civilization, scavenged for food and water, and laughed and partied. They were
incredibly smart, but also a threat. They kicked out their own people,
banishing these newcomers to discover the dense forest by themselves.
Y/n’s people wanted to retaliate, to claim the land they all
fought so hard for. She made them wait, though. She wanted the newcomers to
feel welcome in their new home, and then attack them when they were vulnerable.
It had been two months since they came to earth, and the new
people, conveniently named the Sky People, had yet to discover the Free People’s
village. Feeling safe and comfortable, Y/n decided to go out into the forest
for some peace and quiet. The guards were reluctant to let her go, but she
insisted. While she loved being the Free People’s commander, she missed her
freedom more than anything. She couldn’t go anywhere without an escort. But she
knew these woods better than any of the guards, so she was sure she’d be fine.
There was a clearing about a mile south of the camp that she
would go to when she needed to think. It was on the bank of a wide stream, and
the grass surrounding it was so green it looked unreal. Flowers blossomed on
the stream’s edge and birds chirped lightly in the trees. The sky was overcast,
but you were just thankful it wasn’t raining yet. Y/n pulled her jacket closer
to her as a wind passed through.
She was humming a light, delicate tune and throwing rocks
into the stream, completely unaware of the people behind her. Three men from
the Sky People had followed her to the clearing. Murphy, Bellamy, and Miller
hid behind a large tree as they watched.
“There’s no way she could fight us off. Let’s just grab her
and go.” Murphy whispered. They were planning on taking her back to the camp to
question her about the Free People and surrounding groups.
“On my count…1…2…3!” Bellamy shouted. The three jumped out
into the clearing and circled Y/n before she could register what was happening.
Murphy grabbed her from behind, but she kicked out, right into his knee caps.
Murphy doubled over in pain as Miller raced to tackle Y/n. They toppled to the
ground and Y/n struggled to gain dominance over him. She got on top of him and
punched his face a few times, stopping only when she heard the snap of his nose
breaking. Bellamy picked her off of Miller and pinned her arms beneath his so
she couldn’t take a swing at him. She kicked, but he was much taller than she
“Put me down!” Y/n shouted.
“She speaks.” Murphy replied sarcastically. “I wonder what
else she has to say.”
Bellamy was much stronger than she was, and it took very
little time for him to tie her arms around her back. He tied her legs together
too, leaving just enough room for her to walk. Bellamy dragged Y/n by the hands
while Miller and Murphy trailed behind. The walk wasn’t long, but long enough
for Y/n to realize she was nowhere near her camp, which meant she was nowhere
near her people.
The Sky People’s camp was coming together nicely. They had
built a giant wall and gate that two gunmen guarded. They opened it when they
save the three men approaching. Y/n tried to hide her amazement, but couldn’t
help but notice the amazing technology. Bellamy tugged on her ropes when she
started to lag behind.
“Where’s Clarke?” Bellamy asked a guard. His voice was deep
and rough, and he spoke with authority. ‘Is
he their leader?’ Y/n thought.
“Drop ship.” The guard responded. They walked towards a
giant, metal building. It looked exactly like the ship Y/n remembered on that
day they arrived. They walked up a ramp and into a tiny room lined with weapons
and makeshift beds. The weapons they had were unlike anything Y/n had ever
seen. It was a good thing the Free People had not attacked, for the Sky
People’s weapons were much more advanced and deadly.
“Who is this?” Clarke questioned, eyeing Y/n suspiciously.
Y/n couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and how innocent she
seemed. But Bellamy appeared to answer to her. Was this their leader?
“Don’t know. Found her in the woods. Thought she might have
some useful information.” Murphy replied.
Clarke walked up to Y/n and continued to survey her. “Who
“I am nobody.” Y/n answered.
“Nobody huh?” Clarke took a couple steps back. “You should
just let her go.”
“Let me at least try to get some information out of her.”
Bellamy said. Clarke shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the drop ship.
Y/n was back to being alone with the three men who had captured her. She didn’t
know what she was going to do. Her guards would recognize soon that she was
missing and would come searching for her.
Bellamy shoved Y/n toward a ladder and pointed for her to
climb it. It took her a bit longer than expected due to the ropes still hanging
around her wrists and ankles. Bellamy, Murphy, and Miller followed suit.
Bellamy grabbed Y/n’s wrists, untied the rope, and wrapped her wrists in ropes
that hung on the wall. He left her feet the way they were.
“I don’t understand why you are keeping me captive. I have
done nothing.” Y/n said, looking into Bellamy’s eyes as she spoke.
“We don’t know you. And we don’t like people we don’t know.
What’s your name?” He asked as he tied the ropes tighter.
“Y/n.” She replied.
“What group are you with?”
“The Free People.” She saw no point in lying about that
“Haven’t heard of them.”
“There are lots of groups around here you don’t know about.
I understand you’ve been lucky enough to meet TriKru, yes?” Bellamy looked up
at the mention of the Grounders. Y/n continued, “They’re a strong group. Kind
too, if you don’t cross them.”
“Yeah, we already messed that one up.” Murphy smirked at
Y/n. She could already tell she wasn’t going to like him very much.
Bellamy walked over to Miller and Murphy, and took a seat on
an overturned crate. Y/n took this time to really examine him. He was tall and
muscular with dark, curly hair and olive skin. He wore a black tshirt and
jeans, and jacket like the guards had on outside.
Bellamy took this time to examine Y/n, too. She was of
average height but with strong, lean muscles. Her face was composed, and she
showed no signs of fear. Most people would be fighting back, or at least
sweating. That’s how Bellamy knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. No one is
that composed unless they have to be.
“What do you know about us?” He asked, breaking the awkward
silence that had formed.
“That you come from the sky and that you are survivors.” Y/n
“What does that mean?” Murphy snapped.
“You all aren’t from here, and have managed to find food and
water, make shelter, and fight. You’re survivors.”
“How do you know this?” Bellamy stood up from his seated
“Your arrival didn’t exactly go unnoticed. You landed in shared
territory between my people and the TriKru. You’ve held TriKru off so far.”
“Why haven’t your people attacked?” He neared Y/n and was
almost chest to chest with her. Y/n looked into his deep brown eyes; she took
note of the pain and exhaustion in them.
“We haven’t found a need to. You haven’t retaliated against
“But if you did you would have the upper hand. I don’t
understand…” Bellamy started.
“Things aren’t always about having the upper hand. You are
newcomers, we already have the upper hand, war or not. We recently fought a war
with people who deserved it. As of right now, your people don’t deserve it.” Y/n
calmly replied. Bellamy was taken aback by this answer, by the honesty and
sincerity in her words. He blinked and opened his mouth to reply, but no words
came out. After studying her face for a minute, he turned around and headed to
the ladder hatch.
a/n: this was terrible, i apologise omg but here it was based off this anon’s request.
How you managed to get noticed by Kim Taehyung was completely beyond you. He was everything anyone could ever want. He was intelligent, funny and he had the looks that would alway make you question your sanity despite the amount of times you saw him.
He was always the talk of your school, at least once every week. Every girl would gush about him in the hallways, while the other males would try their best for him to join them. He was popular in the sense that people just wanted a slice of him. Nobody could miss the chance of becoming friends with someone like Taehyung.
Yet while everyone’s attention was on him. The only person he’d wish would notice him, was you.
It took an entire week for Taehyung to approach you, and another two weeks to ask you for a ‘mini-date’. At least, that’s what he liked to consider it. All it was to you was a movie night at his place with a couple of his friends. You had no idea why he’d invite you, since you only considered him as an acquaintance, but you agreed nonetheless (because. movies. ofc)
So you exchanged numbers and he gave you his address before the two of you parted ways for the evening. Little did you know, Taehyung had told you a lie and his friends weren’t actually coming over.
So when you arrived at the address he’d given you, you were surprised to see the driveway empty and no shoes scattered around the door. You walked in to find him standing in front of you with an apologetic look on his face. The truth spilled out of his lips, followed by multiple apologies, but you only laugh in reply and forgive him, because you’re glad that it’s just the two of you.
The night begins with the two of you ordering some nice pizza and beer, while watching some movies that you both loved in your youth years. Then after that… That’s when the fun started.
The moment his hand rested on your thigh should’ve been the moment you realised what his motive was. But at your drunken state, you were completely oblivious as you continued downing the bitter liquid.
Next was the way he rested his chin on your shoulder, letting out deep breath so the warm air that left his lips hit the skin on your neck. At this point you realised what he wanted, his actions that followed proved it. The lip bites and sultry looks from his hooded eyes made your stomach do multiple flips from excitement.
Once he’d gotten your attention- and you made no action to stop him- he leaned his head forward and trailed a line of butterfly kisses up your neck, releasing a bolt of electricity to run through your entire body.
“Taehyung.. What’re you doing?”
The breathless words and your relaxed expression showed that you knew what he was doing and that you didn’t want him to stop.
“I think you know, babe. Just stay quiet and let me take good care of you.” He whispers into your ear, latching your lobe in between his teeth before pulling it back slightly and releasing it.
You grin slightly to yourself as you open your and eyes and turn your head to face him, but he’s already one step ahead of you and crashes his lips onto yours. Your lips move against each other in a rhythmic pace and the way his lips mold perfectly with yours, makes you melt into the kiss.
“I realise how fast I’m going, just tell me when you want me to stop.” He whispers against your lips, your foreheads leaning against each other.
“You can’t say you want to stop now, Taehyung. Not when I’m already so wet for you.” You reply, your lips reaching for his to stop him from replying.
You feel his hand grab the bottle from your hand before placing his and yours on the table before the same hand reaches over to your hips. The position is nothing but awkward, so he lifts you up and places you on his lap before his hand cups your clit through the tight black leggings you were wearing and you make the move of grinding down on his hand.
Your juices had seeped through your panties and a small patch was growing around your crotch on your leggings. Taehyung’s hand didn’t stop it from growing as he pressed on your clit harder, making the friction more satisfying.
“You’re right, babe. You’re so wet for me, I can’t wait till I’m balls deep inside of you.” He growled as he pulled apart from the kiss to watch as your face contorted in pleasure at the feeling of his hand palming you.
“Tae- Taehyung, please.”
“What do you want, babe. Tell me what you want.” He asks as he moves his hands to your hips, pressing you down onto his hardened erection. You let out a series of soft moans at the feeling as you slowly roll your hips against him.
“I want… your cock inside of me. Please Tae-” You let out a small squeal as he flips your positions so that you were lying on the couch while he hovered above you, “If that’s what you want.” He whispered, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your leggings and pulling them down your legs.
His eyes wandered up your legs, the sight of your smooth skin making his breath grow heavier with anticipation as he hurriedly stripped you out of your clothes, hoping to expose more of your glowing skin to him. “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled under his breath as his hands travelled up the side of your legs, the curve on your stomach and eventually stopping on your chest.
He kneaded your breasts in your large hands as you watched in amusement the way his face fell from the lustful expression to a look of admiration. Absentmindedly, you lifted your arms to entangle your fingers between the strands of his hair. You pull his head down while you lean your chin up to meet his lips halfway. You moan gently against his lips as he applies more pressure to each squeeze on your breasts.
You release his hair, letting your hands travel down the front of his body before stopping at the bottom hem of his shirt. The light tugs on the fabric indicated that you wanted to remove the material from Taehyung’s body. He caught on quickly and pulled apart from the kiss to sit up and lift the shirt up his body and over his head before dropping it beside the couch, forgotten like the rest of your clothes.
He leaned back down on top of you and you immediately leaned forward to place small kisses along his collarbones, sucking and nipping lightly on his skin as his grunts and moans fuelled you.
“Your lips do some amazing things, babe. But let’s see what they look like around my cock.”
He sat up from his position and shimmied out of his sweats before moving in front of you. You propped yourself on your knees in front of him and placed a light kiss on his boxers, smirking to yourself once you hear a hiss escape his lips, “Y/N, please. Don’t tease.”
“What’s the fun in that?” You ask with a look of innocence on your face and before you could do anything else, he pulls his boxers down- letting his pulsing erection spring free- and gripping your neck and pulling you closer so the tip of his cock was touching your closed lips.
“Open up for daddy.” He growls and you happily oblige, opening your mouth before he pushed his length into your mouth. You responded immediately by wrapping your lips around him and swirling your tongue around his shaft while you bobbed your head in a rhythmic beat.
You hummed in approval as he let out a guttural moan while he rolled his hips into your face. “You’ve got no idea how pretty you look, babe. On your knees for me with you pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.” He huffed out, while gripping the back of your head in his hands to push himself deeper into you.
You naturally gagged around him once you felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, with tears pricking your eyes, you pulled back slightly to take a breather before leaning in once again but he stops you before you’re able to enclose your mouth around him.
“I can’t wait anymore, just let me fuck you.” He says, leaning down to place a rough kiss on your lips before running upstairs and coming seconds later with a foil packet in his hand.
He stops in front of you and hands you the object, “Can you? It just turns me on even more when I’m not the one rolling it on.” He says with a sheepish smile on his lips.
You rip the foil off and place the condom on his tip before rolling it down his member. You feel him jump slightly in surprise at the feeling of your hands being wrapped around his length. You smirked to yourself as you squeezed your hands tighter around him before he quickly grabs your wrists and pins you against the couch, moving one of his legs over you so that he was straddling you.
“I told you not to tease me, babe. I need to give you what you deserve now.” He growls, leaning down to nuzzle his face into your before his teeth began biting and sucking onto your skin, leaving dark purple spots to appear.
“Tell me, Y/N. How do you like it? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Rough.” You barely managed to whisper as his lips continued their assault on your neck, “Give it to me rough, please.”
“As you wish, princess.” He says, sitting up and using his hands to push your legs apart. He takes one good look at your core dripping for him before aligning himself against and forcing himself in.
A few heartbeats later, he allows you to adjust before withdrawing his back and thrusting into you as hard as he can, “F-fuck Taehyung, right there.” You breath out, as he pounds into you.
“Yeah? Right here? Do you like it when I’m pounding into you like this, babe? Do you like it when I’m balls deep inside of you?” He asked as he lifted your hips up to his hips and grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder as he continued thrusting into you.
“Yes, right there Tae. Oh god.” You cried out while arching your back off the cushion. You feel your walls naturally begin to clench around his length and the knot in your stomach begin to grow.
“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight, are you ready to cum? Cum for me like the good girl you are.” He encouraged, bringing his hand down to your sensitive bud and using his thumb to press against it.
You felt your hips jerk against his hand as he continued rubbing at your clot whil thrusting his hips deeper into you before you felt the knot in your stomach untangle while your climax washed over you. You let out a cry of pleasure as your hips instinctively flew up to meet with Taehyung’s powerful thrusts to help ride out your high until his orgasm washed over him and filled up the condom he had on.
He rolled his hims a few more times to ride out both of your climaxes before he pulled himself out and got up to discard the condom. You took a few seconds to rest before reaching over the couch to grab your shirt.
Once you felt the familiar fabric in your hands, you picked it up and slipped it over your head until it covered your entire body before resting against the soft cushions to regrain you ragged breathing. Taehyung came back seconds later to pick his sweats off the ground before pulling it up his legs and joining you on the couch.
But before he climbed on, he noticed the white shirt you were wearing was his and despite already having had his release seconds earlier, he felt a feeling stir in the pit of his stomach while a shiver of excitement ran through his member.
Ignoring the feeling, he crawled beside you and cradled you in his arms, “You look awfully sexy in my shirt, do you mind keeping it just for me, babe?” He whispered into your ear and watched in amusement as your eyes snapped open while you looked at him in embarrassment, muttering quick apologies under your breath as you reach down to grab the other white shirt from the ground, but he’s quick to stop you.
“I think you should keep my shirt on, you wouldn’t want me seeing you naked again, believe me.”
i honestly don’t know how i feel about this, i’ll open my request box again soon so if you want to request something, read the rules first.
All American Asphyxiation (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Chap. 9
A/N: hey guys!! This is the final chappie of AAA and I’m shook af. I’m sorry it’s not as good as my computer is down at the moment. I’ll update this as soon as I get home from class! 😔 I hope you guys like it! Enjoy! - Delilah
Ever since your little game with Steve, you and Bucky had invited him back numerous times. Recently, there was a giant threat in Australia by the name of Loki. Thor required assistance, as the last time he was here, he nearly caused a giant catastrophe. So Steve, being the mighty Captain America he was, took it upon himself to help capture the demi god.
But when he came back, you couldn’t help but notice how stressed out he looked. His eyes had begun to grow dull and lifeless, his hair lost that shine it used to have, even his smiles were tight and rarely reached his eyes. Steve was suffering, but from what?
That very night, just as you and Bucky finished a very intense lovemaking session, you could tell something was off with him as well.
“What’s wrong, daddy?” You asked, peering up at him through your lashes. Bucky let out a sigh as he stared at the ceiling.
“Steve’s been a little off lately.” You nodded silently. You knew exactly what he meant. It was silently eating away at him that his best friend was having a hard time, yet he had no idea how to approach him about it.
“He hasn’t played with us in a long time.” You commented, tracing small imaginary patterns onto his metal arm.
Bucky nodded, staring intensely at the ceiling as if it had all the answers. He peered down at you after a while and gave you a small smile.
One that you’ve seen before many times.
“Doll.” He said.
“Bucky.” You replied.
“Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” He asked with a sly grin. You smiled back at him, nodding your head.
“Lets help out Stevie.”
The next day, you and Bucky made your way into the large gym.
You watched as Steve lifted the large weights, pulling them up with ease. His arms flexed, showing off his amazing biceps. This was an amazing idea.
As you both approached him, he gave you both a small, welcoming smile before setting the weight down.
“Hey Stevie,” Bucky chimed, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. You smiled innocently and began rocking back and forth, your hands behind your back.
“What’s up, guys?” He asked, eyeing the both of you.
“We miss you,” you informed him, stepping closer to him and placing your hand on his chest. He inhaled sharply, his baby blue eyes darkening as his eyes rested on the black sports bra that hugged your breasts tightly.
“You haven’t played with us in a while, punk,” Bucky chimed in. “What’s up with you lately?”
“I guess I’ve just been a bit tense lately.” He answered, his face breaking out in a blush. You peered over to Bucky briefly before looking back at the blond.
You gently took his hands in yours and began leading him out of the room, followed by Bucky, who wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulders.
“Well,” Bucky spoke as you all walked.
“Let’s go relieve some of that tension.”
You spread your legs wide, giving him an entire view of your dripping core. You were completely soaked now as you watched Steve’s eyes on your pussy, licking his lips.
He’d seen that part of the female body before, he wasn’t that innocent. But being up close and personal like this was entirely different, he could see every little detail on your body and this time he was allowed to touch it.
“Stevie,” Bucky spoke from behind you. You felt his hands roaming your front, his hands cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples.
Steve tore his eyes away from your body and looked over at his best friend. “Yeah?” He replied, licking his lips.
“Have you done this before?” He asked, his eyes darkening. Steve felt himself blush. He hadn’t done this before. His relationship with Sharon ended before it really could start.
“N-No,” he stuttered, shaking his head. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
You giggled at his coyness, leaning forward and pressing a small kiss onto his lips. Your hands grasped his and guided them onto your chest. Steven let out a small gasp as your tongue dominated his.
You reached between the two of you and gently tugged on his length, enjoying the hardness of it. He was almost as big as Bucky, almost. But he was still far bigger than average.
You scooted forward, so that your hips were nearly resting against his. Bucky uncapped the bottle of lube beside him and applied the substance onto his metal fingers.
You felt the two of you gently maneuver so that you were resting on Steve’s chest, with Bucky behind you.
You watched lustfully as Steve slid the condom onto his erect cock, letting out a small sigh once it was on completely.
You felt Bucky insert a digit into the small ring of muscle behind you, stretching you out. You let out a small groan as he began finger fucking you, while Steve aligned himself up with your folds.
With a deep breath, you nodded at Steven and spread your legs as far as they could go. He gently bucked his hips upwards, feeling your Pusey with his large, erect cock in one move.
You gently rocked against Bucky’s fingers, hissing once he pulled them out. You felt the head of his cock gently pressing against your hole, easing its way in.
They both began rocking their hips, hitting deeper and deeper inside your body. Soon, they were both fully inside you and thrusting forcefully.
You let out a cry as the two super soldiers had their way with you. The dual sensations of Bucky and Steve nearly made you see stars. Steve was so soft and careful, where Bucky knew your body so well and was not afraid to take charge.
Steve’s head fell onto your shoulder as his thrusts began to grow sloppy. He planted his hands on your hips and began pounding away, desperate for his release.
“Y/N,” he moaned, his eyes screwing shut. “I-I’m not gonna last long, I’m sorry.”
You reached your hand around his head and tugged his head back, your fingers tugging on his hair forcefully. You crashed your mouth onto his, letting him take charge this time.
You felt Bucky’s pace quicken as he watched the two of you below him. He snapped his hips forward sharply, causing you to gasp into the kiss and reach behind you and grab onto his arm for support.
Steven began breathing harder, his voice bringing rougher and rougher with each second, until, with a gasp, he spilled himself inside the condom.
“FUCK!” He groaned, his body trembling beneath yours as he rode out his orgasm. You let out a cry as Bucky fucked you, his nails digging into your hips.
You collapsed on top of the blond below you as Bucky pounded you into him. He gritted his teeth as you began clenching around him.
“That’s it, daddy!” You screamed, feeling your eyes pool with tears of pleasure. Your head fell onto Steven’s chest, your breaths coming out in erratic patterns.
Suddenly, you felt your legs being spread from beneath you. You looked down just in time to see Steve’s hand traveling between the two of you and begin rubbing harsh circles into your clit.
“Oh my god!” You cried, your eyes screwing shut form the intense pleasure.
“Am I doing this right?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded, digging your nails into his shoulder.
“Yes, baby!” You cried. “Just like that!”
“Oh, fuck!” Bucky gasped as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge. You met his thrusts with your own small ones, gently rocking your hips into his as he fucked you mercilessly.
You let out a bloodcurdling scream as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, making you see nothing but white behind your lids.
Bucky collapsed on top of you, having found his own release as soon as you did.
“So this is what sex is like?” Steven spoke, smiling up at the ceiling with a dorky, lopsided grin. His hair was the definition of post sex hair, standing up in several places.
You nodded, snuggling in between the two men. They were both like giant sexy teddy bears. “Mhmm,” you hummed, closing your eyes.
“Just wait until Buck buys you a collar. We’re gonna rock your world, Stevie.”
Whew, here it is - first time Gladio smut. This was actually a little hard for me to get out but I am so in love with the ending. Not quite as long as the Prompto fic but still something. (I just can’t write short stories :) ) I hope y’all like romantic Gladdy as much as I do. *Swoons at the thought of him quoting Shakespeare* tagging @cupnoodle-queen because Gladio.
Prompt: can i request a pregnant reader x kirk? - anonymous. (yes, that’s literally the whole request)
Word count: 2,601 (GODDAMN WHAT THE HELL)
Warnings: language, pregnancy, FLUFF
A/N: so there was not much to go off of for this vague request and at first i was like “WHOO FREE REIGN” but then, after writing drafts for 3 entirely different stories, i realized it was so much harder than i thought. but it was interesting! this is super cute and went off the rails very easily but i sorta like it. i just love jim so much and i added enough bones to hold myself over (because he’s still my fav forever). forgive any typos, pls OK WELL ENJOY AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Leonard was hunched over his desk when you walked into his office, the door already wide open. His head was in his hands and his eyes focused on the PADD before him. The room smelled strongly of antiseptic. He didn’t look up as he spoke gruffly, “I’m off-duty.”
He brought his eyes to meet yours at the sound of your voice. His scleras were reddened and the adjacent skin was darkened. His hair stuck up on all ends. As always, he was scowling. “What do you want?”
“I want a drink,” you said, pulling out the chair directly across from him. You fell into it and placed your feet atop his desk, ignoring his clicks of irritation. “But seeing as alcohol is prohibited in my current state, I’ll settle for a nice heart-to-heart with a friend.”
“Heart-to-heart,” he snorted, rolling his hazel eyes with an especially sarcastic frown. “Why’d you really come, sweetheart?”
“Needed to get away from Jim.”
He nodded once and leaned back in his seat. “There we go. Did you tell him yet?”
“Nope,” you answered, popping the p. “I don’t plan on it, either.”
He cracked a smirk, the crooked smile causing an uneven creasing of his skin. He looked to be more awake now than when you first walked in. “Are you waitin’ for the baby to tell him?”