Remember Me: Part 1

A Bucky x Reader / Drabble Series

A/N: This is something that just came into my brain literally today, and I got inspired so I decided to write the first part. Bucky is not in this (yet) so I don’t want to trick anyone, but he will be. You’ll see! Let me know if you like it, and if you want me to continue. I love hearing from you all! ♥

Other Characters: Steve

Word Count: 1,000

- language.
- mild violence.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

It was so dark. Sounds of falling debris and chaos surrounded you, but you didn’t care. You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to fight back.

Let it burn. Let it all fucking burn…

“Do you know where you are?” a faint voice yelled from somewhere behind your closed eyelids. Your ears were ringing so loudly, you couldn’t place the exact location.

“Hell…” you whispered to yourself, unsure if the talking person had even heard you.

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Don't touch

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin wrecks you for teasing him and touching his things. (Male!dom, vibrator, explicit language, dirty talk)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

It was only about 9pm, but you had already become restless. Jimin said he would be home within the next hour, but you didn’t feel like waiting. An hour wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t teased you with those pictures and dirty text messages. “I’m so hard for you. I can’t wait til’ I get home so I can fuck you all night. Let me see you..” His words were simple and his messages short, but that didn’t lessen the effect they had on you. After a good half minute of you not replying, he sent a picture of himself, shirtless, sweaty, and hard, standing in the practice room mirror, an incentive for you to do the same. You could tell that it was a different room than the one he normally practiced in, the room that you always snuck off to during or after practices to make out or fondle each other in the short 10 minute breaks that he had. Promises were always made in that room, dirty promises of what would happen once you got home, and the thought of Jimin in his current state standing in the room filled with your dirty secrets, turned you on more than it probably should have.

You stripped yourself of all of your clothing except for your lingerie. It was the set that Jimin liked on you the most and you wanted to tease him a bit. You sat in front of your full length mirror with bent legs. That’s when you noticed the obvious wet patch in the center of your panties, clearly a darker shade of pink than the lightly tinted undergarments you were wearing. You decided to show it off to let him know just how horny you were. With both legs bent, you opened your legs, leaving one up and ran your free hand through your slightly messy hair, biting your lip seductively and looking in the mirror with innocent doe eyes. You knew the contrast would drive Jimin crazy, he loved when you acted innocent but he loved your slutty side even more and the combination was an instant turn on for him.

After taking multiple pictures from different angles, you chose the best one and wrote a caption. It said “look at what you do to me” and when you were finished adding filters and emojis, you sent the snapchat. You didn’t want your dirty pictures to stay on Jimin’s phone and accidentally be discovered if the boys were being nosy and looked over his shoulder, so you played it safe and only set the time for 3 seconds. Immediately a notification popped up on the screen that ~Jiminnie💕~ took a screenshot. You waited for his reply.

He sent you a selfie with the caption “I haven’t even done anything… Yet 😏”. You weren’t quite happy with stopping there so you decided to strip out of the lingerie and take a picture with your legs spread. Your face was cropped out so that he could only see you biting your lip, but he had a clear view of the rest of your exposed body, especially your glistening heat. No caption was needed and he replied almost immediately, but not without taking another screenshot. “Mmmm.. Make sure you save me some dessert” followed by another snap of him sticking his tongue out saying “I’m hungry 👅💦”. Just as you were about to reply to him, he snapped you again. “I almost got caught 😳” and his face mimicked the emoji as he looked away with a blush on his face. You giggled. “Make sure you hide that boner 🍆”. Soon after, he texted you that he had to go back to practicing and that he would be home in another 45 minutes. You didn’t want to rush him, but you needed him so bad. Even though it was probably the biggest thing on his mind at the moment, you still decided to remind him how horny you were and told him to practice well and hurry home.

So here you are, in your shared home, naked, horny, and lonely for a whole 45 minutes. What else were you going to do? At first you tried to preoccupy your mind by going on social media and listening to music, but that didn’t help. Mainly because the first song that came on was House of Cards and your tumblr feed was full of Jimin smuts and gifs of him being sexy or cute. Your core was throbbing and swollen, begging for attention, but you desperately wanted to wait for Jimin. 30 minutes, you thought running your hand through your hair.

Finally giving up, you opened tumblr again and clicked on one of the smuts. Although you were dating the actual Jimin, it was always interesting to see what fans thought he was like, especially in bed. Personally, you liked to read the kinkier smuts because they turned you on, but truthfully, you liked all of the stories. As you read, your hand skimmed down your body and you imagined Jimin touching you like he was in the story. When your fingers made contact with your wet heat, you whimpered, already so sensitive. Your hand moved as you followed along with the words, fingering yourself and moving based on what was written. You got lost in the feeling quickly and you didn’t even realize when you stopped reading, your hand taking over.

The sound of Jimin coming through the front door was drowned out by your own ragged breaths as you picked up speed, beginning to tremble at the stimulation. Upon hearing your moans and gasps, Jimin quickly put down his things, took off his shoes and hurried to the bedroom to find the door half open. He smirked at the sight of you, forehead glistening, fingers working feverishly at your clit, occasionally dipping into your entrance and coming out again, slick with your arousol. He was mesmerized by your beauty as he stood silently in the doorway, bulge ever prominent in his tight pants. When he snapped out of it, he walked towards the bed.

Still lost in your fantasy, you didn’t notice him until he was fairly close to you and his words cut through the thick air. “Let me help you with that.”

Your eyes shot open, but your hand never stopped, hitting your bundle of nerves in the right way, making you moan and throw you head back again. Jimin took advantage of this angle and attacked your neck with kisses, moving your hair out of the way as he sucked marks into your flesh. The pleasure ricocheted through your body, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Who told you you could play with my things?” He mumbled against your skin.

“I’m s-sorry… I.. couldn’t wait.” You managed to get out, slowing your hand as his lips found yours. He grabbed your hand, moving it and replacing it with his own. His fingers moved slowly as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth. You moaned on his lips when he added more pressure to your clit, his fingers running sensual circles around the bud.

Pulling away from you, he took off his shirt, coming back down to kiss your lips briefly before pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift movement. His already hard cock sprung free and stood tall against his stomach, the sight sending heat to your core. You licked your lips at the sight.

He leaned over you, arms caging your body, lips connecting and moving as one. Before you could process it, you were flipped on top of him, lips never leaving each other. You pulled away and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, darkened by lust.

“Sit on my face.” He softly commanded. You complied, but still questioned him. But then you understood where he was going and carefully turned around and backed up so that you were hovering over his mouth facing his feet. You and Jimin didn’t 69 often, but you always loved it when you did.

You gripped his member with a firm hold and pumped him a few times. A drop of precum leaked from the tip and you ran your tongue over his slit, tasting him. He let out a breath of relief and the hot air hit your wet core, causing you to shudder. You felt his arms wrap around your thighs and lock you in place, bringing you closer to his mouth. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to function properly when he started working on you, you took his length into your mouth and he gasped at the feeling. Bobbing your head a few times, you wiggled your ass over him, your clit begging for attention and you were sure you were dripping onto him.

Jimin wasted no time flattening his tongue against you, dragging it through your folds slowly, collecting your arousol on his tongue and flicking at your sensitive nub. Your thoughts were momentarily clouded by the pleasure until you felt Jimin throbbing in your mouth, waiting patiently for you to return the favor. You rolled your tongue around the head before dipping down to take more of him in your mouth. Trying not to focus on how fucking good his tongue felt on you, you gripped him at the base and began bobbing your head up and down on his length. A guttural moan escaped his lips as Jimin pulled you farther down to suck on your clit roughly. Your movements stuttered a bit before you forced yourself to continue to move. He then started shaking his head side to side against you and you had to pull away from him to whimper his name.

“J-Jimin ohhh, right there!” You sat up and let your hands work on him as your body was taken by the pleasure. Jimin’s tongue was always amazing but today was something else. You felt your body tightening up as your climax approached, legs trembling beneath you. Now you were unconsciously grinding on his face and spitting profanities into the air. Jimin hummed from under you and the vibrations went straight up your core. One of your hands let go of him to pinch at your nipples, adding to the sensations and bringing you closer to your end. You weren’t entirely sure if you were still pumping him but you could feel your hand squeezing him as you tried to regain some motor functions. Jimin’s tongue travelled up and down your slit, dipping in to tongue fuck you and then going back to licking and sucking.

You could feel it building up, but your orgasm still took you by surprise. You let go of Jimin entirely in favor of gripping his muscular thighs for support as your body shook on top of him. The unexpected snap in your core made you scream for Jimin as your back arched and white flashed behind your eyelids. You were unaware that you hadn’t been breathing until you took a deep breath and opened your eyes. Jimin didn’t stop his ministrations, however, wanting to drag out your high for as long as possible so when you began raising off of his face from the overstimulation, he gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you back down to his mouth making you squirm and cry out.
Your nails dug into his legs and you practically started hyperventilating on top of him, so he let go of you with one more kiss to your clit and let you roll off of him.

“Mmmmm, baby you taste good.” Jimin licked his lips to clean you off of them and you let out a dry laugh of disbelief that he just did that to you.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked him breathlessly, still shuddering from the sensitivity. He giggled and rolled to his side to put an arm over you.

“Punishment for being so impatient.” He said placing a kiss on your cheek. “But now you have to make it up to me.” This statement reminded you about his unattended boner that you abandoned in favor of your own orgasm and you suddenly felt bad.

“What were you thinking?” You asked slowly, although completely ready to please him however he wanted.

“I was thinking you play by my rules tonight since you like to break them so much.” He moved a piece of hair away from your face and smiled widely. “You seem to think its cute to send those dirty pictures to me when I’m at practice. Well I don’t appreciate it.”

“You asked for it. You said you wanted to see me so I showed you all of me.” You were staring at the ceiling, scared that if you looked into his eyes you would see the intensity and sheer darkness that possessed his gaze and you would be trapped, lured into him by lust. His hand moved up your torso to cup one of your breasts and a sigh escaped your lips. “You sent me pictures first anyway. How do you think your dirty messages made me feel?” You bit your lip, glancing over at him and getting immediately intimated by the passion in his eyes.

“Even so, I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” He gave your nipple a pinch to emphasize his words and you mewled, letting your body give in to him, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Stand up.

His voice came out low and dominant, telling you that this was a command and not a suggestion. He removed his arm and hand from your waist and you blinked at him before hesitantly standing at the side of the bed. You moved back so that he could see more of you and you tried to hide the shakiness and unsteadiness of your legs from both your previous orgasm and the excited anxiety building up in anticipation for his next words.

“Turn around.” He commanded as he soaked in your body, silently admiring your beauty. When you turned, your asscheeks jiggled a bit and you knew he would enjoy watching them bounce. “Touch your toes baby girl.” The words fell out of his mouth so smoothly you didn’t even comprehend his request at first. The use of your pet name told you just what kind of mood Jimin was in. You slowly bent over, slightly self conscious even though you have exposed yourself to him many, many times before. He sucked in through his teeth making a sharp noise. “So fucking pretty.”

The feeling of your juices dripping from you made you blush. You were always such a mess around Jimin and he knew it. He knew that only he could get you this worked up. You peeked through your legs and observed Jimin causally pumping himself, eyes glued on you and yours on him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and you knew he was restraining himself, forcing his hand not to go too fast so he wouldn’t cum all over himself right then and there. The bed behind you shifts after the moment of silence and soon your boyfriend is hovering over your bare bottom. You feel the heat radiating from him and unconsciously lean back towards him before he catches your ass in his palms, rubbing light circles in the skin.

“You’re so fucking wet right now baby girl, you should see yourself. You’re literally dripping.” He leaned over you so that he was closer to your ear and whispered, “Tell me, who made you this wet?”

“You did.” You reply in a meek voice.

“Speak up.” His voice was still smooth and seamless but it had a dangerous edge to it that made you shudder.

“You did Jimin.” You practically moaned his name.

His hand came down on your right ass cheek and the sting made you squeak, but his hand rubbed the sore spot tenderly and only made you want him more. He stood straight again and moved closer, his cock coming in contact with your folds. You whimpered as he moved ever so slightly behind you.

“But you see, I’m not convinced you want me anymore. You seemed to be doing just fine with your hand…” You knew what he wanted, so you decided to play his little game.

“I was thinking about you Jimin.” You tried to make your voice sound as innocent as possible and by the way his dick twitched along you, it affected him.

“Apparently not because you obviously forgot my one rule.” He stopped moving. He waited for a reply and you had to find your voice to recite it.

“Not to touch myself.” You huffed.

“That’s right. But since you touched yourself you must not want me to touch you.” He moved further away so that only his hands rested on your ass.

Your body was craving him and he was giving you nothing. He was so close that you could feel his heat, but he refused to give you friction. Your legs were beginning to shake from the position but you paid no attention to it, only hoping that he would be nice and give you what you both wanted. But he didn’t.

Jimin backed away from you altogether, undoubtedly with a sly grin playing on his lips. He clearly hadn’t had his fun yet and it was obvious that you wouldn’t be getting a break from the teasing anytime soon. You heard shuffling behind you but you didn’t dare to look at what Jimin was doing. You bit your lip in anticipation.

“Come here.” A command that pushed you into action immediately. You walked over to where he had positioned himself leaning against the headboard of the bed, hand near his painfully hard erection but never touching. “Sit on my lap, baby girl. I wanna talk to you.”

Your body reacted before your brain, quickly crawling onto the bed and moving to sit between his legs, the slight friction enough to make him sigh. You leaned back into him as his arms came around your waist to secure you in his hold. Lips moved onto your neck leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to that sweet spot behind your ear. The kisses weren’t gentle though. This was not soft, loving boyfriend Jimin, this was dominant, possessive, devilishly playful Jimin. Every action he took was purposeful and calculated, from the dark marks strategically placed on your neck to the contrast of his feather light touches teasing your lower lips and inner thighs.

After Jimin was satisfied with the blossoming flowers forming on your skin, he sucked lightly on your earlobe and spoke softly to you.

“Baby girl,” He started. “what do you want me to do to you?” His sudden question caught you off guard, but you were fully prepared to answer. He placed his fingers against your clit adding pressure, but he didn’t move.

“I want you to fuck me Jimin.” Plain and simple. Your hips moved slightly against his hand, hoping to get some sort of friction. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Me too, but now I have to punish you. You need to learn that there are consequences for breaking the rules.” You moved a little more against his hand, inadvertently grinding against his erection that was pressing against your ass and lower back. His other arm tightened around your waist, effectively restricting your movements, and you whimpered. His fingers slithered down to your wet entrance, pressing against you teasingly. “Do you want my fingers?”

“Yes.” Your voice was shaky and breathless already and Jimin just smirked, loving his effect on you. Two of his thick digits slid into you easily and you let out a loud moan.

Don’t move.

He commanded sharply as his fingers began moving inside of you. He started off with an agonizingly slow pace, reaching deeper into you with each push. You were breathing heavily and your heart felt like it would thump out of your chest, but you forced yourself not to move against him. Jimin’s free hand spread your legs farther apart and then moved up to grab at your breasts.

“Do you want me to go faster?” The teasing tone in his voice was killing you.

“Please..” You breathed and he complied, picking up the pace a little bit and going deeper. Jimin hit your g-spot almost immediately after and your head lolled back onto his shoulder as another moan escaped your lips. You whined his name as he abused the spot. His free hand left your breast and turned your head towards him. You opened your eyes enough to catch his gaze before his lips attached to yours and you groan against him.

His fingers were now moving rapidly inside of you and you began to forget everything. Your mind was consumed by the pleasure he was giving you and you became a moaning mess in his grip. A shock of pleasure ran up you as his fingers found your clit and moved expertly in time with his pumps, drawing more noises from your lips in between your pants. Unconsciously, your back started arching and your legs began to tremble. His command was soon forgotten as your hips moved on their own and rocked with him. It took a few moments for Jimin to notice, but when he felt you moving against him he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you and returned them to your waist, leaving you to sigh from the emptiness you felt.

“What were your instructions?” He growled and you whined when you remembered. “I told you not to move but you didn’t listen so I guess you want to do this the hard way.” He shook his head and sighed. His hand reached for something that was sitting next to him, something you hadn’t noticed before, and at the sight of the object you whimpered and begged.

“No, Jimin please!! I promise to be good, just please don’t use that.” He held a vibrator in your view and you wondered what he would do with it. Normally if he brought it out you were in for a long night of overstimulation and orgasm denial. It was your weakness and he knew it.

Jimin twisted the vibrator in his hand and inspected your body. You knew how much he loved playing with you, but you could tell that his patience was also running low. He was testing himself to see how long he would hold up and you knew he didn’t have much longer.

“Turn around, I want you to face me.” His words floated past your ear and you moved off of him to turn and straddle his hips. He gripped your ass and pulled you closer to his body so that you were against his throbbing cock and he bit his lip as he looked at you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you, hands tangling in his hair, hips grinding down onto his. His fingers pressed into your ass as he stilled you and pulled away, looking into your eyes with a deadly look. “Watch yourself.” He threatened.

“I can feel how bad you want to fuck me.” You whispered into his ear. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.” You nibbled on his neck, earning you a low groan from him. Leaning closer, your chest pressed into his so he could feel your nipples against his skin, hardening from his warmth. It was like he had a small break in sanity, allowing you to do whatever you pleased, exercising what little power you had in this moment to the fullest. This only lasted for a moment however, as Jimin snapped out of it and smacked your ass with some force.

“You’re pushing it.” He growled. “But you’re right, I do want to fuck you. But don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. You’re still being punished and I’m still in charge.”

You nodded excitedly in compliance and waited for Jimin to make the next move. He turned you back around and slid down the bed a little so that the both of you were laying down, propped up by pillows.

With his hands on your hips, he lifted you up slightly and told you to guide him to your entrance. The stretch of your walls felt even better due to your pending orgasm and you whimpered at the feeling of him easing inside you. When he bottomed out you both sighed in relief and stayed there for a moment, not daring to move. He picked up the vibrator again and leaned closer to your ear.

“Are you going to listen this time?” He asked and you nodded. “Good girl. Here are your instructions, stay quiet. You can breath, just don’t make any noises. I want to see how long you can handle it before you’re screaming my name.”

“Can I bounce on your dick?” You asked innocently.

“No, try not to move, although I doubt you’ll be able to keep still.” He said, a devilish smirk crossing his lips. The last thing he said was “Follow instructions.” And with that, he turned on the vibrator and pressed it to your clit.

The sudden stimulation caused you to jump a little and you almost moaned out loud, replacing the noise with a gasp. After a few seconds Jimin started moving inside of you slowly, releasing a groan of relief. The feeling of him filling you almost overrode the vibrations and you bite your lips hard to stop yourself from moaning his name. But his voice in your ear stole some of your focus.

“You like this don’t you baby girl? Me fucking you while using this vibrator turns you on doesn’t it? You’re getting wetter by the second.” His dirty talk wasn’t your favorite but it turned you on more then you’d like to admit. His pace picked up as he beckoned you for an answer. You nodded hard and tried to control your breathing as best as you could.

With the press of a button, the vibrations intensified and Jimin pressed it harder onto your clit making you want to scream. A squeaking noise came from the back of your throat but Jimin let it slide as you wiggled on top of him trying to reduce the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Heavy pants were now coming from both of you as you tightened around him, causing his pace to increase even more. He began moving the vibrator around your clit, adding friction and you sighed loudly, determined to follow his directions and keep quiet, but you were struggling. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping the bed sheets and your thighs were visibly shaking, all of your energy focused on not making a sound.

Jimin began to lose himself as he was also being dragged toward the edge and his moans got louder in your ear. He bent his legs to push farther into you and your toes curled as your hips took on a life of their own and started moving in sync with his. Your pants were louder and you didn’t know if you could hold in your noises much longer, but you bit your tongue and squeezed your eyes shut as a last ditch effort. Thankfully Jimin had just about lost his patience and given up, pumping himself deeper into you as he spoke, voice needy and breathless.

“I need to hear you, baby girl. Say my name.” He moaned in your ear. A loud moan broke through the room that was almost a scream. His name rolled off your lips when he hooked his arm around one of your thighs and brought it up to your chest, reaching deeper inside of you and hitting that spot that made you forget how to breath.

He pulled the vibrator away from you and threw it somewhere else on the bed bringing the now free hand around your waist. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and you knew what was coming next. He kissed the side of your neck briefly before moving his other arm to your waist and securing you to his body. Mid-inhale he snapped his hips up into you making the breath catch in your throat. You didn’t have much time for recovery because his pace picked up instantly and you were caught in his strangling hold around your middle. Short pants in between Jimin’s hard, rapid thrusts were all you could manage as you were bombarded with pleasure, teetering on the edge of release. You had no idea how many times you had said his name, but that was one of the only words that your brain could process so you used it like a prayer.

Fuck, Jimin~,” Your voice was shaking from the intensity of his hips slamming against your ass cheeks as he rammed into you. “I’m close.” The last part came out as a gasp as he hit that spot again and you felt your abdomen tightening up. But his pace slowed down slightly, just enough for him to be able to speak coherent words to you, his hot breath fanning against your neck.

“Not that easy baby girl, you gotta work for it. Ride me.” He helped sit you up on top of him and you automatically got to work, hips rotating on his before bouncing in his lap. Jimin let out a groan as he played with your ass that was out on display for him. Your legs felt weak and you started taking shallower bounces, unable to lift yourself up as high. Jimin’s hands found your hips again and he helped lift you up, bringing you up and down on his shaft as he panted and grunted beneath you. His hips met yours as the pace steadily increased, each thrust sucking him deeper into you cavern. Slapping noises filled the room mixing with your gasps and loud moans. Jimin was now moaning under you, voice getting higher as he started losing his rhythm.

Sitting up against your back, Jimin wrapped his arms around you. The intensity of his thrusts drove you closer to the edge and you felt how close you were, chasing after your high desperately while begging Jimin to help you get there.

Please Jimin, I’m so close!!” You whimpered as you reached a hand back to thread your fingers through his hair. He nibbled on the skin of your shoulder and neck, creating dark love marks that you knew would be there for days but you didn’t care. He breathed heavily on your skin, making you even hotter than you already were, his sweat mixing with yours where you were connected. He moved one hand off of your hip and reached around to pinch at your clit. You almost screamed at the sudden stimulation and Jimin groaned into your shoulder when you tightened around him. Your movements slowed temporarily and then picked up with renewed fervor as you felt your orgasm so close you could taste it.

The hand in Jimin’s hair tightened its grip and you pulled him closer as he kissed up and down your sensitive skin. You felt hot, burning like fire, so hot that you thought your back would meld together with Jimin’s front. You both fell into a rhythm of panting and grinding, moving as one entity, connected in more ways than one. The only thing you could focus on was Jimin. He clouded your thoughts, the feeling of his plump lips sucking on your skin, the stretch of your walls around his throbbing cock, the expertise of his fingers as he flicked at your clit, the sound of his low groans and pants in your ear as you tighten around him, everything.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you let out a deep groan as it pulsated through you. You came with a call of Jimin’s name, the word so beautiful as it rolled off your tongue.

AHHH JIMIN,” You shouted. “S-shit, I love you so much!!” Your words affected Jimin as your hips rolled erratically against his, your walls convulsing while you trembled on top of him. He rode out your high by chasing after his own. His hand moved back to your hips as he pulled you down on his shaft repeatedly, thrusting up to meet you with harsh slapping noises. Your wetness made him slip easily in and out of you, the sound of him entering your drenched hole pushing him closer to his peak. You moaned his name some more, partly because he felt sooo good inside of your sensitive walls, and partly because you knew it turned him on.

You could feel his muscles clench behind you, his defined abs coming out as he pressed against you. With a few more languid strokes he came inside you, his warmth filling you as he cursed and moaned your name, throwing his head back in pleasure. A sigh left your lips as he pumped slowly in and out of you, milking himself dry. When his hips stilled, you closed your eyes feeling exhaustion crawl through your body, overtaking your muscles. Jimin dropped his head into the crook of your neck while he caught his breath and you allowed your body to go limp in his hold.

“I love you too, (Y/n).” Jimin whispered as he kissed a hickey he’d made on your neck. There was a short pause of silence, your breaths finally slowing down to a normal rate. You shifted slightly.

“Yup, I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow.” You groaned and Jimin laughed.

He leaned back until his back hit the mattress and you found the energy to roll off of him, his soft length falling out of you. Jimin got up and retrieved a warm wet rag to clean you up with. After he took care of you he cleaned himself before throwing the rag into the laundry hamper and plopping down next to you again. He pulled you closer and you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away after a little while and rested his forehead against yours. You nuzzled noses with him and gave him another peck before cuddling into his chest and tracing a circle around one of his nipples with your finger.

“So how was practice?” Your voice sounded a little hoarse. Jimin sighed as he wrapped an arm around you. You kissed the mole at the base of his neck before he replied.

“It was a little bit more difficult today since I was trying to hide a boner for half of the time. I couldn’t really focus because all I could think about was being inside you.” You bit your lip.

“Well was it worth it?”

“Hell yeah.” You both chuckled. “I forgive you.” He said and you looked at him confused. “For touching yourself. Just next time, wait for me, kay?” There it was. He was back to being cutie Jimin with his adorable eye smile that you couldn’t resist and you couldn’t say no to that face. You nodded and kissed him again with heavy eyelids.

“Goodnight Jimin.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes and tucked your head into the space under his chin. He kissed your forehead and whispered a goodnight to you before turning off the light. You both fell asleep quickly and you dreamt of the morning you would have with Jimin when you woke up.

A/N: Idk I wanted to try something different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I’m not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you guys enjoyed :)

dear samantha
i’m sorry
we have to get a divorce
i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain:
it’s not you
it sure as hell isn’t me
it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do
i love you.. far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species

i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night
i know you would never DO anything, you never do but..
i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night

did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain, destroys the receptors that receive pheromones, sensing the change, the male fly does the same. when two flies love each other they do it so hard, they will never love anything else ever again. if either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever. now that… is dedication.

after Elizabeth and i broke up we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together
like if i knew what pots were mine like if i knew which drapes were mine somehow the pain would go away

this is not true

after two praying mantises mate, the nervous system of the male begins to shut down
while he still has control over his motor functions
he flops onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift
she then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes
spooning every morsel into her mouth
she wastes nothing
even the exoskeleton goes
she does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them
now that.. is selflessness

i could never do that for you

so i have a new plan
i’m gonna leave you now
i’m gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices
i hope you do the same
i will jay walk at every opportunity
i will steal things i could easily afford
i will be rude to strangers
i hope you do the same
i hope reincarnation is real
i hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures
i hope we are reborn as flies
so that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to.

—   Jared Singer, An Entomologist’s Last Love Letter

ryvetted4  asked:

Hii! For the 3-sentence fic could you do Sterek? Where Stiles is a taxi driver it's raining and suddenly this stranger dressed in a tux and patent leather shoes hurriedly flags him down. He smells the money and expensive cologne before he even gets in and Stiles is all "Shouldn't you have your own limo or something?"

This got… a little out of hand

Stiles wasn’t exactly sure why someone at the MET Gala called for a Lyft, most of those guests had limos or town cars at the very least, but he didn’t really care; it was a relatively slow night because of the rain and the girl who called the Lyft was pretty. 

There was a tap on the window and Stiles jumped, he had just sent the ‘I’m here’ text so he wasn’t expecting his passenger already, “Are you Stiles?”

“Yeah but you don’t look like a Cora to me,” Stiles said before he could stop himself. His brain to mouth filter was pretty shitting on the best day and when there was a guy who was hotter than the sun standing in a tux worth more than his Jeep looking like something out of a Rom Com it was nonexistent. 

The guy, who looked oddly familiar, huffed, “I’m Derek, she’s my sister. My phone died and I needed to get out of there so she called the ride, can I get in?”

“Oh yeah, sure, yeah,” Stiles said, running a hand through his hair, “Like I said I’m Stiles and you’re not Cora.”

“Right,” The guy said with a smile, “Derek, Derek Hale.”

Stiles brain short circuited for a second. Derek Hale, son of Talia and Joseph Hale, New York City billionaires, was in his shitty Jeep. 

“Well, Derek, Derek Hale,” Stiles said once his motor functions came back online, “Where am I taking you in your fancy suit. Wait shouldn’t you have a limo or something?”

“Paps follow the limos when they leave,” Derek said, “I just wanted some peace and quiet.”

“So… home then?” Stiles asked, not sure what to make of the handsome billionaire in his car.

Derek looked at him then, really looked at him, his eyes soft and earnest, and said, “This might sound really stupid and you can say no, but would you just take me to some hole in the wall diner in like Queens and eat a meal with me? I want to be around someone who isn’t fawning over me and you haven’t done that yet.”

“I’m very good at hiding my fawning,” Stiles said with a smile, “And I know just the place. No one will bother you there, not even me.”

“You can bother me if you want,” Derek said with a little smile, letting out a breath as Stiles pulled away and headed toward Queens and his favorite diner, the one his mom used to take him to when he was a kid.

When they got there Stiles put the car in park but didn’t get out, “This is a good place, tell them you know Stiles and they’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

“How about you tell them I know Stiles,” Derek said with a shy grin, “My treat, this time.”

“I’ll get the next one then,” Stiles said, shutting the Jeep off and getting out into the rainy night.

“I’d like that.”

Chamber of Secrets - Part 17

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m back!!!!! I just submitted my final draft to my supervisor tonight and I’m celebrating with this! It feels great to have words flowing out smoothly again. I hope you guys enjoy this one. 

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Chapter 24 in a Nutshell

Yoonsmolbean: oh thank god one last cake, Sangpoo won’t kill me

Yoonasshole: wow Bum, after all these years you still look like shit! I’m going to constantly barrage you with inappropriate comments and questions plus take the birthday cake that my gf said you can have because I’m a dick.

Sangpoo: Hey cousin that I have a completely platonic relationship with, hurry up and get the cake. Oh it’s this guys anniversary? Eat rocks or shit jfc, go fuc urself

Yoonasshole: what? You scared?

Sangpoo: Bitch, hold my coat.

Yoonsmolbean: *gets enough courage to try shut Yoonasshole up, loses all motor function and fails cringingly while still being adorable*

*Yoonasshole defeated*

Sangpoo: gimme dat cake, lets go home Bum, I’m fucking livid. So mad that you better put your head on my fist.

Yoonsmolbean: *boop*

Sangpoo: tell me a story bout your abusive uncle while the cake thaws so you can cry and eat it after

Yoonsmolbean: SHOOK

  • colin morgan in every scene of every show: *flawless acting just totally top notch*
  • colin morgan in that one scene in tlatd where he was hammering that thing: *suddenly forgets his years of drama school training and completely loses all acting ability + basic motor functions*
The Fantastic Four

Reed, Sue, Johnny, and Ben lead individual teams, each dedicated to a single facet of the FF’s greater mission.

  • Al Ewing (The Ultimates, New Avengers, Mighty Avengers)
  • Stuart Immonen (Star Wars, All-New X-Men, Nextwave)

Marvel’s First Family come to realize that they can optimize their impact by each focusing on one of FF’s foundational priorities. Accordingly, each member leads a diverse set of handpicked heroes to pursue their distinct, yet complimentary missions:


Reed assembles a team of cosmic-scale problem solvers. (This is essentially a continuation of Ewing’s Ultimates book, which in many ways was itself a spiritual successor to the Fantastic Four). Reed’s teammates combine intellect and intuition with cosmic power…

  • Core Ultimates memeber Adam Brasher, the Blue Marvel is a key member of the team for his scientific acumen and superhuman power.
  • Tamara Devoux, retains her Captain Universe power and brings a unique kind of cosmic awareness to the group.
  • Tech wizard Toni Ho discovers she is able to expand an infinite array of mission-specific components to her girlfriend Aikku Joniken’s Enigma suit. With Joniken’s blessing, Ho adopts the suit to become Module.

Much like the best Fantastic Four stories and Ewing’s Ultimates book, these solution-oriented missions are cosmic in scope and inspire awe.

Potential spinoff miniseries by Al Ewing and Dustin Weaver.


Sue is as adept with people as her husband is with technology, and sets out to save the world for all humanity. Forming a superpowered NGO intervention operation, she seeks to apply superpowers to problems in ways that don’t necessarily involve “beating people up.” But while they seek to avoid aggressive tactics, they are ready to defend against violent opposing forces. Her handpicked foursome have abilities that appear superficially passive (much like Sue’s own), but it only takes a degree of creative application to reveal the incalculable magnitude of their power…

  • Kitty Pryde, aka Shadowcat, whose intangibility powers are so powerful, they enabled her to phase a moon-sized bullet through planet Earth.
  • Faiza Hussain’s control over biological matter not only enable her to hijack a human’s motor functions, they also make her a world-class healer. While she previously adopted the identity Excalibur, wielding a sword is a bit at odds with a doctor’s oath to “do no harm.” Accordingly, she exchanges the name of a sword for that of a scalpel: Lancet, one more befitting a doctor.
  • Eden Fesi's Manifold powers allow him to move people and matter from one location to another at levels greater than any other Marvel teleporter.

This foursome is far and away the most likable souls one could encounter and the way they carry out their missions is affecting in the most life-affirming way.

Potential spinoff miniseries by G. Willow Wilson and Phil Noto.


Johnny sets about using celebrity, social media, and marketing to popularize heroism (in a way that’s rare in the contentious Marvel Universe). Equipped with experience (and careful not to repeat the mistakes of the New Warriors), he uses a set of HERBIEs to livestream his team’s exploits. To this end, he populates his team with photogenic, youthful heroes with tons of personal magnetism…

  • America Chavez, aka Miss America; a tough, no-nonsense badass
  • Kate Bishop, aka Hawkeye; who can see through everyone’s bullshit and is armed with sass and sarcasm as sharp as her finely honed skills
  • Noh-Varr, aka Marvel Boy; whose charisma and good looks start to threaten the Torch’s ego (though Johnny doesn’t admit it).

The Torch’s team is the cool kids’ table. The energy in this cast of characters is electric and is brimming with youthful sass and confidence.

Potential spinoff miniseries by Keiron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie.


Ben is an adventurous explorer in search of exotic locales of the Marvel Universe, both familiar and as-yet-undiscovered. He selects a crew every bit as unusual as he is. Meta-textually, this team is designed to (mostly) be a collection of classic Jack Kirby creations with big personalities. Joining the orange rock-monster is…

  • a robot, Machine Man
  • a T-Rex, Devil Dinosaur
  • and a 9-year old Inhuman prodigy, Moon Girl (while Lunella Lafayette isn’t a Kirby creation like Moon Boy is, her Inhuman lineage does actually make her a member of a Kirby-created race).

This oddball cast brims with clashing personalities and injects a strong dose of unpredictable adventure to the book.

Potential spinoff miniseries by Dan Slott and Mike Allred.

Shifting from four individuals to four missions injects the Fantastic Four book with new blood. Instead of sacrificing the four personalities at the core, the new additions actually emphasize the identities of the classic members. It also approximates how the Fantastic Four might have been different under the leadership of Sue, Johnny or Ben.

By giving the FF “day jobs” with a cast of characters distinct from the core family unit, the book can better portray Marvel’s “first family” with recognizable and realistic family dynamics. With more time spent away from the family, the more valuable those moments become to the characters and the reader.

Having four equal narratives running throughout the book provides creative storytelling opportunities, from having four intersecting stories run parallel to one another in an Robert Altman manner. There could even be an arc or annual to be presented in four-quadrants of two-page spreads in the manner of  Timecode.

killianspoptarts  asked:

for the drabble thing...cs+fluff+babysitting? :D

Killian swooped the boy cradled in his arms higher, revelling in the delightful giggles that erupted from the child every time. 

Emma watched with fondness as she heated a bottle. She remembered how hesitant he was the first time they agreed to babysit, now he was an absolute natural. 

He got rather excited on the next swoop, taking Neal a little too high. The baby’s eyes grew wide and his smile dropped as he flung his fists towards Killian in hopes of gripping him, fear replacing his amusement. Killian brought him to a stop suddenly, babbling apologies in hopes of soothing the boy.

It was no use. His lip quivered and a cry began. Killian cuddled him close and looked at Emma helplessly as she smiled, returning with the warm bottle.

“Is Killian being a meanie?” She cooed as she took the boy and made her way to the couch. His cries stopped as soon as he saw the bottle and took to guzzling on it with vigour. 

Killian sat beside her rather sheepishly, feeling bad that he’d upset the lad. His guilt was soon gone when the boy spotted him and began to shift in his sister’s arms, reaching out for the pirate instead.

Emma couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry, he’s still a fan.” she mumbled as she passed him over once again.

He settled the baby back in the crook of his arm and watched as the boy was able to hold his own bottle, suckling on the teat as he stared at the man holding him.

Emma watched them with adoration, and a feeling she wasn’t used to washing over her. A yearning for something she didn’t think she’d ever want again.

“It’s fascinating.” Killian mused, thoroughly entranced by the baby. “To watch such a tiny thing learn the basic motor functions we take for granted. To watch them grow and adapt…”

He trailed off before abruptly turning to her, taking in her inspection of him.


“I know.” she assured him. “Me too.”

“You do?”

She slid closer, bringing her hand to play with the hair on the nape of his neck as her other hand caressed her baby brother’s foot.

She turned to look him in the eye again, confident and sure of their future.

“I really do.”

This may sound creepy but for reference when someone dies instantly from a gunshot they tend to just drop to the ground because their motor functions stop working, they don’t fly backwards despite what action movies tell you.

This comes courtesy of some people I’ve been interviewing for a script.

My grandpa is in the hospital, his motor functions have shut down and his health is declining. If you guys can please keep him in your prayer I would greatly appreciate it

Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder (previously Dissociative Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) includes these subtypes:

“1. Chronic and recurrent syndromes of mixed dissociative symptoms. This category includes identity disturbance associated with less than marked discontinuities in sense of self and agency, or alterations of identity or episodes of possession in an individual who reports no dissociative amnesia.

2. Identity disturbance due to prolonged and intense coercive persuasion: Individuals who have been subjected to intense coercive persuasion (e.g., brainwashing, thought reform, indoctrination while captive, torture, long-term political imprisonment, recruitment by sects/cults or by terror organizations) may present with prolonged changes in, or conscious questions of, their identity.

3. Acute dissociative reactions to stressful events: This category is for acute, transient conditions that typically last less than 1 month, and sometimes only a few hours or days. These conditions are characterized by constriction of consciousness; depersonalization; derealization; perceptual disturbances (e.g., time slowing, macropsia); micro-amnesias; transient stupor; and/or alterations in sensory-motor functioning (e.g., analgesia, paralysis).

4. Dissociative trance: This condition is characterized by an acute narrowing or complete loss of awareness of immediate surroundings that manifest as profound unresponsiveness or insensitivity to environmental stimuli. May be accompanied by minor stereotyped behaviors of which the individual is unaware and/or that he or she cannot control, as well as transient paralysis or loss of consciousness. The dissociative trance is not a normal part of a broadly accepted collective cultural or religious practice. ” (from

OSDD-1 also has 2 categories: “OSDD example 1 is either identity disturbance with less distinct parts than in Dissociative Identity Disorder (they cannot physically take executive control over the person’s body, but strongly influence the person’s thoughts and actions and amnesia is present), known as OSDD-1a, or distinct dissociative parts (alters or alternate identities) exist and can take executive control, but without amnesia, known as OSDD-1b. (From
note: I slightly changed the OSDD-1 text, from DDNOS-1 to OSDD-1. DDNOS is the old name for OSDD)

For @musicalluna, whose birthday is today. I don’t know if you remember, but you requested this scenario from me your last birthday and then I was a very bad friend and never finished it. Here it is now. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Warnings: Panic attack, chemical attack, injury

Characters: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanova, background Clint/Natasha, background Steve/Tony

Nat is ten yards away when she sees six AIM agents swarm Steve at once and latch onto him as best they can. She knows better than most that holding Steve down is not an easy thing to do, but six men putting in their all at once is enough to slow him down, enough to give the last agent the opportunity to get in his face. Nat sees it happening but she’s too far away and she’s got her own two goons between her and Steve. She vaults and spins and hears a spine snap but by the time she’s recovered from her landing it’s too late. There’s gas in Steve’s mouth and nose and eyes and Nat screams. Tony and Bruce are screaming with her and a moment later, Hulk is tearing through the battlefield and ripping agents off of Steve.

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Bound By Chains - The Final Chapter

Pairing: Eric/OC
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M

She’s bound to a monster. And he has personality issues.

A/N will be at the bottom. 

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regretsuo  asked:

i remember in elementary school i was still learning how to ride a bike and stuff because i had poor balance, and i remember being taken out of class sometimes to learn how to balance on like riding a scooter and stuff. and there would be a teacher with me who would just take me outside and we'd practise like going up and down and just riding around on the scooter to gain balance and stuff

:O you were taught that in school? We had to learn how to ride a bike at home!

Big improvement to brain-computer interface

When people suffer spinal cord injuries and lose mobility in their limbs, it’s a neural signal processing problem. The brain can still send clear electrical impulses and the limbs can still receive them, but the signal gets lost in the damaged spinal cord.

The Center for Sensorimotor Neural Engineering (CSNE) – a collaboration of San Diego State University with the University of Washington and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology – is working on an implantable brain chip that can record neural electrical signals and transmit them to receivers in the limb, bypassing the damage and restoring movement. Recently, these researchers described in a study published in the journal Nature Scientific Reports a critical improvement to the technology that could make it more durable, last longer in the body and transmit clearer, stronger signals.

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the worth of the wait

B99 is back tomorrow and I finally finished something! For the first time in ages! So have a little season two era Jake/Amy ficlet, the title of which I stole from an Ivan & Alyosha song. Set immediately post Boyle-Linetti wedding because that ep is a GIFT. 

The wedding’s just starting to wind down when Amy tips back her drink, leans in towards his ear and says, quite calmly, “Can we go up to your room please?”

“Yes,” Jake blurts because well, obviously. Then almost as quickly, “Wait, why?”

“My garbagey dress is still in there,” Amy says, her breath warm on his neck, sweet with champagne. When she leans back he finds himself moving with her, keeping the distance between them at a fraction above non-existent. Just so he can still hear her over the DJ of course. That’s all. “You let me change up there earlier, remember?

“Oh.” He blinks, ignoring the tug of something that is absolutely not disappointment but just happens to feel very similar. “Of course! Yeah, let’s–”

“Why?” She’s still too close for him to see but it doesn’t matter – he can hear the smirk in her voice. “What’d you think I meant?”

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Sterek AU: Part 5 - Derek channels his inner Taylor, grows some balls and tells this bozo Stiles how he feels. Stiles on the other hand, loses his basic motor functions when he hears Derek’s confession because, holy shit out of all the things to come out of Derek’s mouth that was about the last thing he was expecting. These two idiots deserve each other. 

<<Part 4     Part 5/?    Part 6>>

just some quick ADHD facts

- Despite being the most commonly studied and diagnosed psychiatric disorder in children and adolescents, the cause is unknown in the majority of cases

- It is classified as neurodevelopmental psychiatric disorder

- The World Health Organization estimated that it affected about 39 million people as of 2013

- Symptoms of hyperactivity tend to go away with age and turn into “inner restlessness” in teens and adults with ADHD

- ADHD is divided into three subtypes: predominantly inattentive, predominantly hyperactive-impulsive, and combined type

- the disorder is often inherited from one’s parents with genetics determining about 75% of cases

- Current models of ADHD suggest that it is associated with functional impairments in some of the brain’s neurotransmitter systems, particularly those involving dopamine and norepinephrine

- The dopamine pathways and norepinephrine pathways which project to the prefrontal cortex and striatum are directly responsible for modulating executive function (cognitive control of behavior), motivation, reward perception, and motor function; these pathways are known to play a central role in the pathophysiology of ADHD

- ADHD psychostimulants possess treatment efficacy because they increase neurotransmitter activity in these systems

- Symptoms of ADHD such as low mood and poor self-image, mood swings, and irritability can be confused with dysthymia, cyclothymia or bipolar disorder as well as with borderline personality disorder

- The management of ADHD typically involves counseling or medications either alone or in combination. While treatment may improve long-term outcomes, it does not get rid of negative outcomes entirely. Medications used include stimulants, atomoxetine, alpha-2 adrenergic receptor agonists, and sometimes antidepressants

- In children ADHD occurs with other disorders about ⅔ of the time. Some commonly associated conditions include: Learning disabilities, Tourette syndrome, Oppositional defiant disorder (ODD) and conduct disorder (CD), Mood disorders (especially bipolar disorder and major depressive disorder), Anxiety disorders, Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), Substance use disorders (this is most commonly seen with alcohol or cannabis), Restless legs syndrome and sleep disorders (problems with sleep initiation are common among individuals with ADHD but often they will be deep sleepers and have significant difficulty getting up in the morning)

- It is estimated that between 2–5% of adults have ADHD. Most adults remain untreated

-  Adults with ADHD may start relationships impulsively, display sensation-seeking behavior, and be short-tempered. Addictive behavior such as substance abuse and gambling are common

- Those affected are likely to develop coping mechanisms as they mature, thus compensating for their previous symptoms


anonymous asked:

I've sent a couple asks but I'm betting there were eaten. I was wondering if you had any ideas on what the lasting effects might be if a character who has wings on their back had them cut off. I'm thinking there would be some pretty severe loss of motor function in the shoulders and probably balance problems?

I really hate to say it, but this falls squarely under the Rule of Reality….

Here’s the thing. Humans… do not come with wings as part of the standard “human” package. It says right on the box. “Wings not included.”

It’s cool that you’re working with the special edition, the wings-plus kind, but the fact is that it’s a very different action figure. Wings – and flight overall – require significant changes to body structure and power to weight ratios. Wing-things tend to be extremely light (humans are not), with low density to the point of hollow bones (human bones are solid). According to Yale Scientific Magazine (pretty cool resource, but take it with a grain of salt), humans would need at 6.7-meter wingspan… or about 20 feet.

And that says nothing about the supporting musculature. Wings would likely replace human arms, not augment them. If you added separate musculature for wings in addition to flaily-arms, they would likely have massive chests to support the muscles for the flap-flaps.

However, if those flap-flaps were cut off, the muscles would still be there – and they would still work. In fact, you might see the human+ repeatedly flex whatever little stumps are left from their wings. It’s sort of like if an arm was amputated just below the shoulder, the shoulder muscles would still work – they can still wave the stump around just  fine, though eventually it would atrophy some from lack of resistance (and thus decreased workload).

So here’s the positive side: because you have no physical reality constraints on your story, you get to choose what you want. Balance problems make sense, shoulder dysfunction doesn’t, but that’s to me, not to your story world. You get to choose!!

Good luck!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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