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devils-toxic-love  asked:

Got a question about an animated movie! In Atlantis 2: milos return, the animation looks fine but there's something not right with it. My brother says its cause there's no shading and shadow, what do you think?

It’s quite simple; the animation is much much cheaper. ATLE had a budget of ca $120,000,000 while the sequel had nothing near those numbers since that “movie” is simply 3 episodes of a cancelled TV-series, poorly patched together. This financial factor alone is the main reason why the second movie looks so different since budget cuts lead to a huge downgrade in quality.

For one thing; veteran animators were replaced with people with less experience/talent. Even if the character designs are pretty close, you can still tell that the characters in the sequel were not drawn by the same people as in the original.  

Another crucial element is the the smaller amount of fully animated frames per second. Look at Kida in the GIFs below. In the first one she’s just standing there looking at Milo’s book, but she is constantly moving. Breathing, eyes darting from side to side, head tilting and other subtle animation brings her to life. Even in the scenes where people are sleeping they are still moving. 

Compare this Kida to the other one; stiff as a board, just mouth flapping, a random head tilt at the end, and nothing more.This is pretty much the standard throughout the sequel. You see this a lot in TV-shows where the characters are just frozen in time, with the occasional movement (usually mouth-flapping or blinking) because it’s simply much cheaper to do it like this.

PS: Kida’s hair having brown line art rather than light grey also makes the animation look more “ugh”

If anybody else has more to add, go for it! ;D

shiparmada  asked:

Potential Prompt: "I didn't mean to kiss you"

“I didn’t mean to kiss you,” Baze stammers, stuttering over his words the same way that he sometimes stumbles over his own feet in the courtyard because he is too busy watching Chirrut. The way that Chirrut walks. The way that Chirrut stands. The way that Chirrut twirls his staff effortlessly, laughing, head thrown back and smile bright, hands just moving as though they do not belong to the rest of his body at all, as though everything works independently of each other, flawlessly.

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anonymous asked:

agh but I'm imagining touch starved Nicky sitting sososo close on the couch to Ovi while they're watching a movie and then, finally, not able to take it anymore, just reaching up, grabbing Ovi's arm and just fucking putting it around himself and leaning into Ovi. No expression change, eyes not moving from the television, he just aggressively cuddles into Ovi's side.

EEE!!!!!

  • WX-TREMELY 9' OF INVISIBLE: put on your 3d glasses, this is a 4d experience
  • DEATH IS SO CUTE: hyperrealistic
  • ghost princess: fake, gimme the 8d experience
  • karma from the black lagoon: im having a 13d experience as we speak shame yall are missing out on it
  • WX-TREMELY 9' OF INVISIBLE: /roll 1d8
  • WX-TREMELY 9' OF INVISIBLE: 13d
  • WX-TREMELY 9' OF INVISIBLE: name all those dimensions
  • DEATH IS SO CUTE: we cant all have eyes that move in separate directions from each other KARMA
  • ghost princess: 13d experience is getting high off crayola shavings
  • karma from the black lagoon: length, width, depth, time, top, bottom, strange, charm, minty fresh, #AO13-3J, +5 Bracers of Owl's Wisdom, katakana, broccoli
  • WX-TREMELY 9' OF INVISIBLE: damn
  • WX-TREMELY 9' OF INVISIBLE: asked and answered

“So this was Levi, the witch.”

-The Stag in the Dark, chapter 1

Okay so @perksofbeingawaifu‘s darkstag aesthetic is so pretty I had to make something for the fic even if I hadn’t finished reading it yet lmao. and I thought a deer with creepy eyes would go perfectly with the whole vibe.

READ THE FIC HERE IF YOU HAVEN’T IT’S SO GOOD???

Please imagine Zoe Murphy waking up one night and going downstairs for a midnight snack and finding Connor on the kitchen floor staring at his laptop, which is not turned on:

“What are you doing?”


Connor, never moving his eyes from his laptop, “The government is watching us, Zoe.”

Zoe, grabbing the milk. “Yeah, Connor, it’s called the NSA. It’s their job.”

Connor, turning to Zoe with betrayed, bloodshot eyes, obviously high, “You knew?

About Sleep Paralysis

It’s been so long since the last post regarding my recurrent nightmares and dreams, and I wish I could have continued without writing another post about it but unfortunately last night I had another weird dream plus sleep paralysis in the morning. I want to keep track of every hallucination I’ve experienced here, so, here it goes:

The first time it happened I was 14 years old, my grandma had just passed away and I was very stressed between school and shit going on with my life. I remember one night that I was sleeping and suddenly I woke up, but I couldn’t move. I opened my eyes only to see the darkness of my room and the wall in front of me. I was very scared and couldn’t move a single muscle. After trying everything else, I decided to scream but no sound would come out of my mouth. Then I heard a voice saying repeatedly saying: “Come with me. I’m here. Come with me”. I panicked and I don’t remember anything else, I think I probably passed out until the next day.

After that, at least two times a week my sleep paralysis would get worse. I would wake up in the middle of the night not moving at all. I could hear voices outside my house and inside my bedroom. I remember being so scared of sleeping, not knowing what was going on. Things moved on like that for a while. 

Everything continued like that until the hallucinations became worse. One night, after graduating high school I had some sort of “astral projection” “lucid dreaming” stuff going on. I remember dreaming of this place with high grass and watching two skinny dying horses. After walking trough a train rail I got to be in some sort of cave formed by green trees with giant roots stepping out of the ground. I saw snakes everywhere, tiny and big, in all sort of shapes and colours. I finally caught a snake with my hands and saw in its eyes. Then I heard a voice saying “We’ll see again”. When the dream was over I woke up in my room, and again, couldn’t move. This time I felt something under my bed crawling and heard another time: “We’ll see again, find me” repeatedly. 

The worst attack of sleep paralysis and hallucinations I can remember came after that. Maybe half a year later after that weird dream. My room was dark and a little bit cold (it was autumn I think). At the time, I was depressed (I suffer from depression since I was 15). The last thing I did conscious was getting in my bed and trying to sleep on my back. After a few moments I remember waking up very fast, like, something hit me and I woke up suddenly. My body was not responding. I could see my hands, my knees, my feet but couldn’t move at all. Then I started “moving”; everything was heavier and that’s when I started hallucinating. I tried to move my legs and I could feel them moving, but I couldn’t see the movement of them. Weirdly though, I could move my head a little, I could see my room and my wall. And then it came, I don’t know from where, but, at the end of my bed I saw a pair of hands, with three large, large and skinny fingers. Something crawled from under my bed and started climbing it. It was a weird, dark creature. It was skinny, like, very, very skinny, you could see his ribs and spine. I could see his arms, like sticks, and then I saw his face. Whatever it was, it was very dark, like a profound black, and had a weird face, like an oval. The thing had no mouth, no fur, no hair nor nose, just two yellow eyes. The eyes were round shaped, like two glowing perfect circles. The creature was crawling and making weird noises, like a voice mixed with a scream and nails passing trough a chalk board. After it crawled onto my bed, he started laughing, quietly, like, when you laugh with your mouth closed. I just remember trying to move, and scream, and then I felt his arms touching my legs. I don’t know why but I started thinking in weird stuff and trying to scream in my mind: “i’m not going with you, you’re not real, you’re not real”.  I must have passed out or something, cause I can’t remember anything after all. I woke up in the morning, sweating and very scared. 

After receiving the visit of that thing fro at least two or three times more I decided to draw it on my notebooks with everything I could remember.

This has been going on with me for at least 6 years now, and time after time it’s getting worse. However, I think i’ll continue writing everything here, after all, I know i’m not alone, although sometimes it feels like that…

P.S: Dear @sixpenceee, hope you reblog this, cause I want to find if more people are suffering the exact same thing with the exact same creatures.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic about Scott getting werewolf drunk with Derek and accidentally letting it slip that Stiles is on love with Derek. (In honor of your drinking) ;)

“Scott, I’m going to kill you!”

The door of his apartment banged open and for the first time in years, Scott jumped in shock. His coffee mug hit the kitchen tile and shattered, piping hot coffee splashed over his bare feet, and he suddenly remembered Stiles saying at some point that he was learning how to mask his presence from werewolves.

Apparently he mastered that particular skill.

And how to magically and silently open a deadbolt.

Normally Scott would pick up Stiles’ familiar heartbeat two floors down, and his jeep while it was still a ways down the road, but this time, there had been nothing. No heartbeat, no jeep, not even footsteps in the hallway—until suddenly there was everything. Elevated heart rate, clouds of anger wafting through the apartment, Stiles stomping closer, furious for some reason, and Scott could do nothing to prepare himself because for the first time in his life, he was hungover.

Really hungover.

He was dying, because just the night before, he discovered in the stupidest way possible that yes, werewolves could get drunk with the right tools and a little determination. And the right tool was some crazy strong alcohol Stiles brought back from Poland last year that could punch straight through even an alpha werewolf’s metabolism. And what did he do with that discovery?

Shots.

Like a college freshman away from home for the first time, buckling under immense peer pressure.

He was hungover, he was dying, and he was an idiot.

An idiot who Stiles was apparently about to murder, judging by his murderous expression when he turned the corner and locked his wild, murderous gaze on Scott. His hair was tugged up in every direction, he’d probably slept in that loose and stretched shirt, and he had the manic energy of a man who’d been roaming the streets looking for vengeance.

It had been years since Scott last felt any kind of inkling of fear towards his best friend, but right then, standing in his underwear in a puddle of hot coffee, feeling nauseous and fuzzy and somehow bloated—he was horribly aware of the mountain ash that Stiles always had on him. It was the emissary’s favorite threat towards werewolves who pissed him off, and while he rarely ever followed through with it, that murderous face promised no empty threats. Just revenge.

Scott stepped out of the puddle of hot coffee. That was really all he could do to improve the situation.

“You told him,” Stiles accused, eyes narrowed with rage as he stalked closer. “You actually told him, I can’t believe you would tell him!”

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WOOT BROKE W(b)ITCH HAUL

HEY YOU

YES YOU

ARE YOU BROKE BUT STILL WANNA PULL THE THREADS OF THE ETHER AND DEFY THE ESTABLISHED LAWS OF MAN INVOKING THE ANCIENT MAGICK?

GOOD.

You and I are gonna go S H O P P I N G

But, Semiramis! I just told you I’m broke! I can’t get nice things!

*smack*

WRONG.

The world is full of wonders, one of them being

DOLLAR STORES

Remember sweeties, a witch’s best friend is scavenging.

Open your eyes. Look around. Scout your neighborhood.

But what about the things that I can’t get out on the streets!?

That’s what we’re shopping for!

Now before we move on, close your eyes… then open them again because you need to read the rest of the message… and repeat the following mantra:

THE CRAFT REQUIRES NOTHING.
THE CRAFT REQUIRES NOTHING.
THE CRAFT REQUIRES NOTHING BUT MYSELF.

No fancy ingredients, no pretty crystals, no expensive incenses will work better than your RAW HEART AND SOUL.

Mkay?

Now let’s go get some of that good shit.

How good?

Diz gud.

Now, it’s no mystery that a broke ass witch needs to pay a visit to the local dollar stores to get her materials every once in a while, but if you’re like me and live in a place where there are no dollar stores (and there are no dollars either) WHERE TO GO?

The answer is here:

CHINESE IMPORT STORES ARE YOUR NEW SANCTUARY.

These places are AWESOME for a witch on a budget, because they carry EVERYTHING. From toys to art supplies to kitchenware…

AND SPIRITUALITY SUPPLIES.

(That’s where we come in)

Speaking of budget, by the way. Let’s set one.

Say… $15?

FIFTEEN AMERICAN DOLLARS. I will take you home with some nice and rare goodies that will spice up your spells.

Let’s go in.

Oooh what a promising start. This here, my friends, are 25 grams of the purest coke Palo Santo wood. Don’t like it in its natural state?

They have it in incense too!

But we ain’t getting that shit. I’m allergic so I can’t burn anything scented or else I… die.

But know they’re there, as well as essential oils, and they’re quite accessi-

WHAT!?

28 BUCKS FOR A BOTTLE OF ESSENTIAL OIL!?

AIN’T NOBODY GOT CASH FO DAT

Nah I’m just kidding. This is the price in pesos, meaning that these oils are *math happens* $1.55 each!

What a D E A L

BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT WE’RE HERE FOR BECAUSE I’M SOON TEACHING YOU HOW TO MAKE YOUR OWN OILS.

Also, holy shit…

You HAVE to see the candles aisle in this place.

They have them twirly

Large

Larger

The photo is not blury, you’re drunk

Scented

Scentless

Birthdayful

Oh hellooo thereee~

Twelve candles for $1.94 you say?

Meaning SIXTEEN CENTS A CANDLE?

Adopted.

Don’t let anyone tell you cheap candles don’t get the job done, people!

Plus they burn just as good.

NOW at this point the store was 10 minutes away from closing time, so I had to stop taking pictures to get my ass outta there, BUT

Here’s a look at what we got:

That doesn’t look too good, let’s add a F I L T E R

Those little crochet doilies that will serve as my new altar tablecloths? They were $0.55

But Amis! Those don’t look too witchy, more like what my grandma puts under her vases!

First of all, how dare you.

Second of all, how dare you.

Granmotherly stuff is witchy by D E F I N I T I O N. Embrace the grandma aesthetic, y’all!

Also:

If you’re poor you have to be CRAFTY. Look at that! It has a pentacle now. How long did it take? Literally 30 seconds! Imagine what we could do with a whole afternoon!

Ok, I admit it, that was a fiasco, BUT WE’RE ONTO SOMETHING THERE.

Let’s take a closer look at what else we brought, shall we?

This tiny chest is 7.5 cm wide x 5.5 cm tall x 5.5 cm deep (3 in x 2.1 in x 2.1 in) and will hold my pocket altar. It was *drum roll* $1.70!

I was getting tired of using my mom’s big ass scissors to cut my tiny delicate herbs, so I got myself this pair of snips! Price: $0.55 and they’re sharper than Tom Hiddleston’s style. Plus they serve a multitude of purposes, like shanking a bitch.

A quick stop by the crystal shop that was also closing (pfft crystal shop. Sounds like out of a fantasy novel, love it) yields the following goodies:

-Onyx ($0.55)

-Fluorite ($0.27)

-Snowflake obsidian (hard to get where I live. It’s kinda pricey at $2.20. I recommend other kinds of obsidian or maybe just black glass as I’ve been using until today, it still works awesomely. I got the obsidian because I wanted to experiment with it and my Mentor recommended me to get it, same as the fluorite).

-And the CUTEST little quartz formation. This one kinda defeats the purpose because it was a bit pricey. You don’t need it; any clear quartz will work the same.  It was $4.50 and it was my guilty pleasure of the month. It also came with a free satchel that’s most certainly going to be used with magickal results in the foreseeable future.

More of it because it’s so gorgeous ♥

Back to the fluorite! That shit is large and cheap! Well, you see, it’s kinda ugly because I was part of a larger stone and broke down the middle when they were trying to perforate it to make it into a pendant.

But check this hot babe out

W O R K I T

Coming back from the imports store, I paid a visit to my pot dealer erh I mean my herbs supplier. Got myself some ginger for $0.27

AND THEN

I SAW IT

Maybe they don’t package it like this in your country, but here this little shitty capsule is worth its weight in GOLD.

Y’all know what this is?

This is SAFFRON.

Now normally I steer fucking clear of things this expensive, but when I asked my dealer I mean the vendor she said it was on sale.

This stuff LITERALLY sold by FRACTIONS OF GRAMS. In this case that’s 0.2 grams of saffron, that’s 0.007 ounces. YES. ZERO POINT ZERO ZERO SEVEN. Insert here Bond reference

Retail price? Normally around $8 per capsule (EIGHT AMERICAN DOLLARS!)

How much on sale?

TWO DOLLARS.

A tip for the broke witch: hunt down for sales. Even if you don’t use the ingredients in your spells, you can still trade them with other witches or with anyone, really.

After this I went home and decided to try out my new candles.

And as I said, if you’re poor, you gotta get crafty!

I cut one of the candles in half. A part went to my pocket altar, and the other half

I used one of those ceramic saucers with the little erh… lower level circle in the middle?

USE CERAMIC. THIS IS IMPORTANT. IT RESISTS TEMPERATURE WELL AND YOU’RE GONNA NEED IT.

Melt the wax in the microwave or on the flame and then make sure it stays in the center of the saucer. Then take it out and wait until it cools down (or put it in the freezer if you are an impatient little shit). DO NOT LET IT SOLIDIFY COMPLETELY.

Then you take it out and use a round cookie cutter (or if you’re a cheap ass like me, find something else)

I just used the styling nozzle of my hair drying because F U K D A P O L I C E

Put it again in the freezer and once it’s completely solidified use a spatula because you, my dear witch

Just made yourself a moon wax amulet!

Engrave it with your sigils, place it on your altar, carefully soften the bottom with heat and use it as a seal, the possibilities are endless!

BUT WAIT, WHAT ABOUT THE REMNANTS!?

EVIL EYE WARD!

The rest? Melt it again or use it as a poppet in case you wanna cast a spell over an onion ring…

By the end of the day, our haul is:

-Altar cloth $0.55

-Herbs snips $0.55

-Mini-altar wooden box $1.70

-Dozen of blue candles $1.94

-Ginger root $0.27

-Satchel $0

-Snowflake obsidian $2.20

-Fluorite$ 0.27

-Onix $0.55

-Quartz crystal formation $4.50

-Saffron Capsule $2

A grand total of $14.53!

Of our budget of $15 we still have $0.47 that where I live is enough for the bus ride back home!

If we take away the unnecessarily pricey stuff (the quartz and the saffron) we got everything for $8.03!

Now if THAT’S not magick, I don’t know what is!

SOME FINAL TIPS!

1)      REUSE as many things as you can.


2)      MOVE THOSE FEET. I know it doesn’t sound appealing, but CHECK SEVERAL PLACES. Find the best prices by checking different stores and comparing.

3)      BE CREATIVE. If you find yourself in need of something you can’t afford, think and find a way to replace it or get it through other routes. As I said, witch trading is a thing!


4)      BARGAIN. There’s no shame in it, people! If you’re dealing with independent merchants and buy regularly/are buying a lot, try to get better prices! Don’t disrespect their business, though!


5)      REMEMBER YOUR MANTRA. Witchcraft requires NOTHING. Except you.

Now go out there and work your Magick!

-Semiramis, the Magpie Witchling

Innocence (M)

WARNING: graphic smut, oral, jealousy, strong language, idk it’s smut.

Summary: You’re Hoseok’s, and no one else’s.

Originally posted by meanyoongis


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Protégé (M) [Part 7]

Originally posted by jjks

[1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6

Word Count: 17.9k

Warnings: Sexual abuse, violence, degradation, a lot of dark, sad shit.

With each minute that ticked by, displayed by the bright red, digital numbers on the dash, Jungkook began to feel more anxious. They’d been driving for a while now, long past the vibrant lights of the city. They were going far too fast for him to even think of bailing–there was no way he’d live through a tumble from the car, and a part of him worried that that fate might be preferable to the one he was currently headed towards. He moved his eyes to stare at the profile of Mrs. Choi, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her, her lips pressed into a line of painted red more suited to a woman half her age.

It was then that Jungkook realized he very probably hated this woman. It was in the very next moment that he realized he very probably only hated her because he was terrified of her. He’d been seldom afraid of much in his life; his brother getting sick, of course. But as far as people were concerned, Jungkook found comfort in the knowledge that he could hold his own. He needed this woman–or rather, he needed Mrs. Choi’s money, and there was no telling what he’d be put through to get it. A frightening thought occured to Jungkook in the fact that he’d have to take whatever she put him through if he wanted to save his brother’s life.

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BTS Reaction | Being caught having sex by other members

You getting caught having sex with one of them by the other members >.<

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by softykook

“Baby you’re so beautiful” he purred as his hands roamed your behind, enjoy the view of you bent over for him.

“Jin…” you muttered, the feeling of his still inside you was too much torture to fandom

The man behind you chuckled as he felt your hips wigling against him, trying to get him to move

“You’re so demanding, kitten” he purred as he slowly pulled out of you, causing you to moan

Your eyes widen as Jin started thrusting into you, his member filling you up entirely. You felt your release roaming closer and closer, but right before you were about to beg for more, you both stopped.

“Hyung have you OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY.”

Your cheeks flamed up as you heard your boyfriend chuckling at Jimin’s intrusion

“I swear we’re going to ruin these boys” he chuckled before he moved slightly to get you back in the mood

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by btspicsdaily

“Come here baby girl” Namjoon smirked as he pats his thigh, his back resting comfortably against your bed headboard

You crawled towards him slowly, reveling at how hungry his eyes seemed to you. As you straddled his naked body your hands reached for his cock, pumping it a few times before easing yourself on it. Namjoon’s hands grasped your ass as he started lifting you up and down enjoying the moans that left your mouth.

He watched you carefully as you tried to move quicker, his hands stopping you from doing so and he chuckled as you groaned in annoyance.

“Be patient baby” he smirked, but before he could start giving you what you wanted Taehyung opened the door

“Hey, Joon did you- FUCK.”

You stilled your moves on Namjoon, your eyes wild as you processed what just happened

“Joonie he saw me…” you muttered, embarrassment raging on your face

“Then I’ll just beat the memory out of him later baby girl” he groaned as he thirst into you roughly, trying to get you to forget it too

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by jiminwhyyougotnojams

“Yoongi please” you pleaded, your voice slightly muffled from you face being pressed against the couch’s cushion

“Please what bunny?” He smirked as his hands kneaded your ass

“I need you…”

Yoongi chuckled darkly as he pounded into you, stopping after just one thrust

“Ask again, baby…” he purred

“Yoongi please just fuck me already.”

And now he was all for it. As your boyfriend started pounding into you, you moaned loudly, your mind completely blocking out the sound of the front door opening

“Yoongi let’s play some vid- oh god.”

Your head whipped back to find Hoseok completely frozen in place. But Yoongi wasn’t having it, “HOBI I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU.”

You saw Hobi curse before he quickly closed the door, and a naked Yoongi going after him

Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by 94seokk

“Faster Hobi” you moaned as your head hung from the foot of your bed 

Hoseok smirked at your demands, his hips complying and bringing even louder moans from you. 

“Tell me what else baby” he smirked as he waited to hear your voice again 

“More…” you breathed

Hoseok always did that, he loved hearing you talk dirty to him, even though you were usually embarrassed about it. Having you say such lewd things during sex was one of his biggest turn ons, and he would never waste a second without asking for it. 

“More what princess?” 

But someone beat you to it. “We all know what Hoseok, can you just get over with it?” Yoongi shouted from outside your room 

As you cheeks flamed up, Hobi stilled inside you, a loud laugh coming from his mouth 

“Oh god (Y/N) I’m so sorry, this is just too funny” he exited your body to hold his stomach from his laughter

Park Jimin

Originally posted by dearvmon

“What was that?” he smirked as he looked down at you 

“More…” you moaned, only a little louder this time 

“Baby your moans are so hot” Jimin grunted as he thrust into you harder, earning, even more, moans from you. 

Jimin straightened his back, leading your leg to his shoulder so that he could pound into your in a different angle, but before he could even enjoy his dominating position further, the door burst open. 

“Minnie have you seen- Oh god I’m so sorry!” Jin closed the door as soon as he opened it, but in a flash Jimin was already away from your body, laying beside you with widened eyes 

“Use protection!” you could hear Jin shouting before his footsteps faded in the distance. 

You looked towards Jimin, your cheeks so red with embarrassment to you couldn’t even mutter a word 

“That was so embarrassing…” you boyfriend groaned as his eyes closed, earning a giggle from you

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

“Come on baby, say it louder” Tae smirked as he watched you squirming under him, trying to hold in your moans 

You shook your head at his request. Although no one was home when you arrived you knew all too well how big the chances of one of the boys been home was. They were always walking in and out, but your boyfriend never seemed to care 

“Will I have to make you shout my name?” he purred in your ears as his chest leaned on your back, his hands holding your hips up to meet his 

Before you could even answer he thrust into you hard, earning a well-deserved moan from you. He smirked as he got what he wanted, his cock pounding into you as it erased all doubts from your mind. You closed your eyes from the pleasure, but as soon as you heard it your eyes were widening.

“Fuck you Taehyung!” Jungkook shouted from outside your door 

Taehuyng slapped your ass before gripping it tightly, bringing your hips to meet his thrust, making your eyes white with pleasure 

“Did I tell you to stop moaning?” he smirked

Jeon Jungkoon

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Jungkook pulled at your nipples, earning another moan from you. Your head rung back as you rocked your hips back and forth, your sloppy moves telling your boyfriend that you needed help. 

“Come on baby, you can do it” he purred as he watched you struggle to ride you 

“Kookie pleease” you pleaded, you were just too sensitive. 

As Jungkook’s hands met your ass a sense of relief flooded through you. You knew that he was about to help you, and it would feel amazing. But before he could even move your body, you both stopped. 

“Kook why are you so lou… Oh” Taehyung chuckled as he closed the door after a very rude interruption. 

But your burning cheeks didn’t find the situation funny. A sudden moan left your mouth as Jungkook thurst up into you. 

“Kookie… Taehyung saw-” you tried, your blush still prominent on your face 

“Focus on me bunny, I’m the one who’s cock you’re riding” he smirked as his hands pulled you down to meet his hips. 

A photo of Jeffrey Dahmer entering the courtroom.  This picture highlights his singular rigid posture: spine ramrod straight, shoulders squared, and arms stiff at his sides.  He isn’t wearing glasses because he took them off every day before walking into court so that he wouldn’t be able to see the faces of the people around him.  Dahmer displayed an outward appearance of calm emotionlessness, which The Washington Post unkindly went as far as to call “necrotic vacancy,”  throughout his trial, barely talking or even moving and keeping his eyes firmly downcast.  “His only reaction to testimony seems to be faster blinking as he looks at his lap or the edge of the table,” observed The Milwaukee Journal.  Contrary to the media’s perceptions, Dahmer’s lawyer Gerald Boyle stated that his client was actually extremely distraught and tense, declaring, “He’s a very desperate young man. He is very troubled, and he is in a high, anxious mood because of what has happened.”  Indeed, Dahmer’s lack of any response at all in court, and his comments in psychologist interviews, give off the impression of a man so intensely private and ashamed that he would rather disappear off the face of the earth than suffer the scrutiny of the public gaze.  “I just feel like imploding upon myself, you know?  I just want to go somewhere and disappear,” he confessed to psychologist Kenneth Smail. 

Dahmer’s appearance throughout his trial reflected his increasingly fragile, agitated mental state.  Initially, he was so anxious about how he would look in front of the cameras that he managed to persuade Detective Patrick Kennedy to loan him an old outfit of his son’s in lieu of the standard orange jumpsuit.  As the weeks passed and the stress of having every single one of the (literal) skeletons in his closet being dragged out into the open and minutely examined took its toll, however, Dahmer lost the energy to maintain his looks.  He gained a substantial amount of weight, neglected to shave or wash his hair, and wore the same ill-fitting brown sports coat and slacks for several days in a row.  Dahmer was so intent on making himself as invisible as possible in court that he refused even to speak in his own defense, saying, “I’m not going to get up on the bench and say anything, that’s for sure, no way … I’m not going to sit up in front of all those people and try to answer questions.”

I Drew This For You

Requested By: Anonymous

could i request a peter and reader where the reader is a shy painter and secretly has a crush on peter so everyday she draws pictures in a sketchbook for him. one day she loses it and peter finds it and realizes her feelings

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were the shy person at school, nobody really noticed you, which was the whole objective. However, you did have a huge crush on the one and only Peter Parker. You spent a good portion of your time drawing him or painting him in your sketchbook, but one day it goes missing, putting you in a panic to find it before he did. 

Warnings: None, it’s just really cute and sweet.

Word Count: 1,857

A/N: So this is just really dorky and sweet and ugh I just wish Peter Parker was real!!!!

Originally posted by parkrpeters

Like every normal school day, you walked in, nobody really paid attention to you, which you mentally were thankful for, thus leaving you to doing what you did best, drawing.

But who you were drawing was another story, you drew your one and only crush Peter Parker, he’d be standing by his locker sometimes, or walking with his best friend Ned, no matter where he went, you still managed to draw him.

Today, he was standing in the middle of the hallway, staring off at his one and only crush Liz.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously, you wished deep down he’d look at you like that, but you knew there would never be a chance in the world, mainly since he didn’t know you existed.

So you would watch in sadness as his heart chased another girl, wishing it was you he was chasing after.

The bell would then ring, signaling you to get to class before you were late, and that’s exactly what you did, just like every other day.

You’d sit down at your table, Peter and Ned walking in a few minutes before the late bell would ring, taking their seats and then the teacher would start the lesson, except today was different.

You’d normally draw during class, but today you couldn’t, mainly because the teacher had assigned a group project, and you were the lucky winner to be in a group with none other than Peter and Ned.

Your eyes widened in fear, hearing your name being called as the teacher announced the groups, you could see Peter and Ned look behind them at you.

They both turned around, pulling their chairs up to your desk, making you visibly shake, this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.

“Hey Y/N right?” Ned smiled, making you blink a few times before nodding.

“You’re not much of a talker are you?” Peter smiled, making your eyes widened a bit, you were mentally hitting yourself as you once again nodded in response.

“Well, we should probably get started.” Ned laughed, beginning to work on the project, but Peter was too focused on you, he couldn’t figure you out, he could tell there was a part of you that nobody knew, but he didn’t know why.

“Peter, stop staring man, it’s creepy.” Ned nudged Peter’s elbow, making his cheeks tint red from embarrassment for being caught staring.

You on the other hand, were more focused on the project rather than anything, but you felt your heart beat a bit quicker when you heard the words leave Ned’s mouth.

Peter had been staring at you, but the question was why? You didn’t think you were giving off any hints that you liked him, you were praying that you weren’t anyways.

“This is an in class assignment, we’ll be working on this for the rest of the week, so make sure you come to class.” The teacher added, walking around the room to observe everyone’s work so far.

The teacher came around to your group, peering over your shoulders along with Peter’s and Ned’s. You always hated when they did something like that, it felt so awkward and uncomfortable, you never knew what you could do or not do with them so close.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, making you glance up at the teacher who’s eyes moved towards your sketchbook, making your face heat up instantly.

“Y/N, I’ve told you many times I don’t want to see this in my classroom.” The teacher scolded, making your heart beat quickly.

“I-I know, I-I’m sorry..” You mumbled, reaching for the sketchbook, but the teacher stopped you, placing their hand on it.

“I think I’m just going to confiscate it for today, come back for it at the end of school.” The teacher gave a small smile, making your eyes widen with fear.

If they looked through it, you would be so screwed, they would know all your darkest secrets, and that you liked Peter.

“Damn man, that sucks.” Ned muttered, watching the teacher walk away with your sketchbook.

“I didn’t know you could draw, you should show me sometime.” Peter smiled, trying to engage you in a conversation.

“Y-Yeah, maybe?” You mumbled more in a questioning way, making Peter’s eyes light up a bit.

“You seem pretty tense though, what’s in there anyways?” Ned questioned, making you freeze for a split second, your eyes flickering to Peter then to Ned.

“Uhm.. Uh.. N-Nothing..” You shrugged, continuing to write down answers on the paper in front of you.

Ned looked at you curiously, then at Peter who was also suspicious.

The bell eventually rang, making you let out a sigh of relief, the class felt like eternity for you.

You grabbed your belongings, rushing out the room to your next class, you needed this day to be over, you needed your sketchbook back.

“Dude what is Y/N hiding, it’s all I can think about!” Ned shouted, making Peter chuckle and shrug at his best friend.

“Whatever it is, she doesn’t want anyone to know.” Peter grinned, grabbing ahold of his backpack straps.

The day went on and finally the last bell rang, meaning you could get your sketchbook back and feel safe once again.

“Hi, I’m here for my sketchbook.” You smiled nervously, looking at the teacher who rolled their eyes slightly.

“That’s strange, I could have sworn I put it right here..” The teacher mumbled, pushing stuff around in their drawers.

“Y/N, I promise I put it some place safe, but it’s not here anymore.” The teacher looked at you guiltily as they saw your face pale.

“I need to find it.” You spoke quietly, before rushing out of the room to check lost and found.

You shoved all the items around, none of them being your sketchbook, your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your throat.

Where was it? Who took it? Who’s seen it?

You quickly went to go look in the hallways, turning the corner quickly, but enough to bump right into someone.

“Ow.” You mumbled, glancing at you who had ran into, it happened to be Peter, who was also holding your sketchbook.

Your eyes widened as your eyes flickered to the book, then back to him, who was as equally surprised.

“I-I can e-explain.” You stammered, your face flushing with embarrassment.

“Y/N, these are so good, I didn’t know you could draw so well.” Peter spoke up before you, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Especially the ones of me.” He added, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Y-You don’t t-think it’s w-weird?” You whispered, a small smile beginning to form on your lips also.

“No, in fact I really like them.” He smiled, skimming through your sketchbook again, he was amazed when he found it, and even more surprised when he looked at all your drawings.

He knew he shouldn’t have snooped, but he couldn’t help himself, but he was glad he did, because the more he looked at your drawings, the more his feelings grew for you.

“I uh.. I drew them for you..” You smiled, making his eyes widen, a grin spreading across his face.

“Really? You didn’t have to do that Y/N.” He smiled, walking closer to you, making your heart once again beat faster.

“I-I was going to give them to you..” You admitted, looking down at the floor, but you felt his fingers tilt your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“Thank you.” He smiled, kissing your cheek, surprising not only you but himself too.

“If y-you couldn’t tell, I-I really l-like you..” You mumbled, laughing quietly, making his heart melt.

He loved your laugh, it was like music to his ears.

“If it helps at all, I like you too Y/N, a lot.” He smiled, making your cheeks red, he liked you, Peter Parker liked you, not Liz, you.

“Now since we have that settled, why don’t you teach me some tricks, I want to draw you too.” Peter grinned, making you laugh once again.

“Alright Parker, lets see what you got.” You shot back, surprising yourself at how forward you were, making him laugh at your reaction as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m going to nail it.” Peter joked, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“We’ll see.” You smiled, as Peter handed you back your sketchbook.

“No, you keep it.” You laughed, placing the sketchbook back into his hand, as he watched you in confusion.

I drew them for you, didn’t I?” You smiled, making his heart melt once again, he was so thankful Ned had talked him into looking at your sketchbook, if he hadn’t none of this would have happened, and in that moment he realized he would be lost without you.

anonymous asked:

Hit me with a cool fact of the brain!(short if possible?I have duslexia)Thanks!✨

Ok from where you’re sitting right now I want you to try and slowly scan the room from left to right in one smooth motion. It’s not possible- instead, your eyes move along in little jumps called saccades. Now I want you to lift your pointer finger up and move it along from left to right, following it with your eyes. You’ll now notice your eyes no longer move in saccades but follow your finger in a swift motion known as a “smooth pursuit”. This movement allows our eyes to closely follow a moving object and evolved to aid us in catching prey or keep away from predators. Autistic people, abuse victims and those under the influence of alcohol or drugs often show a lack or defecit of smooth pursuit.

[Short KageHina coworker / drunken flirting / accidental domesticity AU ??? IDK]

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It’s Friday evening after the work day is done, and Kageyama is uncomfortable.

He’s not sure why, exactly, but it may have something to do with the fact that the izakaya is too stuffy, and all the beer he’s ingested is already making him sweaty, and the stiff collar of his shirt is beginning to chafe him, and his new coworkers and boss all want to make small talk with him, and he just wants to go home and watch the volleyball games he recorded the night before.

It could be any number of those things that are making him uncomfortable, but Kageyama thinks what really might be doing it is the way one of his aforementioned new coworkers has been looking at him for roughly the past twenty minutes or so.

Hinata has been working in the sales and marketing department at their office for a couple of years now, and seems much more suited to rowdy after-work drinking events, if his alcohol intake the past few hours is any kind of indication. Kageyama knows his own face is probably a healthy shade of pink, but Hinata is verging on crimson. His round cheeks are like two squashy apples. Probably squashy apples would be spoiled and therefore disgusting, but on Hinata, the look is nice. Like, maybe apples should consider being squashy more often, or people should just accept squashy apples as they are, without being so critical of their squashiness.

Kageyama is probably pretty tipsy, yeah.

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Loey; PCY

Member: Chanyeol - EXO

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Word Count: 5.2k

a/n: some inspiration came to me while I was listening to some music. The songs that gave me inspiration for the two instrumentals described in the following story can be found here: ♤  

enjoy everyone thank you for being patient, lots of love, Ace - ♤ 

summary: there’s nothing like good studio sex with your fellow producer boyfriend



Muses come to you at anytime of day.

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Slow Hands

Summary: Nat and Wanda get tired of the ever growing sexual tension between you and Bucky so they decide to take action.

Word count: 2639

Warnings: swearing, implied smut

Requested by anon: Can you do a Bucky x reader based on the song Slow Hands by Niall Horan. I live for your writing.

A/N: this was my first songfic. I wrote a fic inspired by the song using a few variations of lines that fit with the story rather than one with big chunks of lyrics between paragraphs. Hope it’s ok 😊

‘Damn that man is something else’ Natasha sighed as she stretched on a training mat next to Wanda. She was gazing at Bucky as he grunted against the weights on the bench press and Wanda giggled at her dumbfounded expression.

‘Keep dreaming Nat, you know he only has eyes for (Y/N). She’s got him wrapped around her little finger but she has no idea. I bet he’d walk through fire if she asked him to’ she laughed when Natasha rolled her eyes and she got her phone out of the gym bag lying next to her. 'Who’re you texting now?’

’(Y/N)’. Wanda tutted and giggled again. 'She has to see this’ she said, her eyes moving again to Bucky as he got off the bench and dragged the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat off of his face and she hit send. When your phone had gone off you were sat with Sam, both in silence as you scrolled through your Instagram feed just enjoying each other’s company. Knowing Nat it was nothing but the text made it sound urgent so you exhaled heavily and sat up.

'Urgh I’ve got to go. Nat wants me’ you sighed and Sam rolled his eyes.

'She still trying to set you up with Bucky?’ he asked and you laughed.

'Something like that. God I wish she’d stop it’s just embarrassing for me. It’s not even like he likes me back’ you whined and Sam scoffed.

'Keep telling yourself that. Sorry do you need a guide dog? I think you may have gone blind’ he retorted.

'Ha ha. But seriously I’ve got to go’ you said, waving as you walked out and headed down to the gym. When you shoved the doors open Nat’s face lit up and she waved you over. You met her bright grin with an irritated scowl and she and Wanda both burst out laughing. Unbeknownst to you, Bucky, upon noticing your arrival, had puffed his chest out, loaded up the weights so they held at least 200lbs and started deadlifting the enormous weight. Deliberately not looking at him you keep your eyes on the girls and make a beeline for their mat so you miss the side glances Bucky was giving you, hoping you’ll look over. 'What?’ you hissed when you got within earshot. Nat just grinned wickedly, nodding over at Bucky while Wanda was in stitches laughing. 'And?’

'And he’s hot as hell and every day that you skirt around the glaringly obvious sexual tension between you makes me question what the hell is wrong with you’ she replied, her voice gradually getting louder. 'Look just go over and talk to him’ she said and you sighed. 'Please?’ she whined and you huffed and got up from the mat.

'Fine’ you snapped and you made your way over to him. 'Hey Buck’ you greeted, lifting a hand to wave at him as you approached. When he saw you his eyes widened, he dropped the weights just missing his foot and he cursed under his breath. 'Sorry, did I interrupt? I’ll just go’ you said, turning slightly to return to Nat and Wanda.

'No!’ he almost yelled and you turned back to him. 'I mean no you didn’t interrupt, it’s fine I was just about to stop anyway’ he said hurriedly.

'Can you really lift all that?’ you asked in disbelief, noting the loaded up bar at his feet.

'Yeah, you know it’s really not that hard, it’s all in the stance. Come here I’ll show you’ he stepped back and gestured for you to stand in front of it. You bit your lip and looked back at the girls who were nodding furiously and sticking their thumbs up at you.

'Ok but only if you take some of the weights off. Not all of us are super soldiers Barnes’ you teased and he laughed nervously as he went to lessen the weight you’d be lifting. You stood in front of the bar with Bucky inches behind you and he instructed you in a low voice, sending shivers down your spine with every word that left his lips.

'First you gotta stand with your legs apart and your feet just underneath the bar’ he said and when you complied he nodded and continued. 'Then when you bend over to grab the bar make sure you keep your legs straight’. You did as he said, bending over and wrapping your fingers round the metal, trying desperately to ignore all the dirty thoughts fogging your mind as you felt your bum press against his crotch and you flushed when he made no effort to move back. 'When you’re ready to lift, bend your knees so your shins touch the bar, lift your chest, straighten your back and pull. Take a deep breath, hold it and stand up with the weight’. You bent your knees and lifted the bar as he said, almost laughing when you felt it come off of the floor. When it became too much you dropped it, stepping back and bumping into Bucky.

'Whoops’ you giggled as you fell into his chest which soon became more of a nervous chuckle as you felt his large hands come to rest on your hips and his hot breath on your neck as his hair tickled your cheek.

'Whoa there, think you might need to sit down’ he said, so quietly it was like a whisper and you nodded, wanting nothing more that to leave this uncomfortable situation. 'Here’ he said, offering you his water bottle as you sat on the bench next to his mat. You thanked him and took a swig from the bottle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking over at the girls who’d been watching, gaping in disbelief. You raised an eyebrow at them and missed the lustful look Bucky was giving you as you took another mouthful of his water. You looked back to Bucky as he returned to deadlifting the weights and shot him a smile as you leaned back on the bench, waving at Steve when he entered. One eyebrow arched when he saw you sat with Bucky but he shrugged and made his way over to you.

'Hey (Y/N), didn’t think you’d be here’ he said, apparently ignoring Bucky, still releasing grunts of exertion.

'Rogers I’m offended. I come to the gym all the time, boy do I love training’ you said sarcastically and he laughed. 'Buck was just teaching me how to deadlift. He’s really a very, very good teacher’ you said putting emphasis on each word and lowering your voice almost to a whisper, inwardly laughing as Bucky’s grunts turned to embarrassed coughing.

'Nice (Y/N)’ Steve replied, smiling at you as your inward laughs turned to childish giggles. 'Anyway I thought you girls always spent the whole day leading up to one of Tony’s parties getting ready?’ he said and your eyes widened.

'That’s tonight? Oh shit’ you exclaimed, running over to where Wanda and Nat were still sat, evidently not planning on training any time soon. You grabbed their hands and pulled them up, still looking slightly panicked. 'Tony’s party is tonight?’ you yelled and they nodded nonchalantly. 'Why didn’t you tell me? Oh god I’ve got nothing to wear! I can’t go I’ve not had enough time to get ready’.

'Relax (Y/N) we’ve already picked out a dress for you and Nat will do your hair and makeup. You have to look killer tonight, we’re gonna get our old pal Buckaroo to give way to his urges and finally make a move on you. He just needs a little push’ Wanda explained and you rolled your eyes, tugging them both by the hand out of the gym and up to your bedroom. 


'It doesn’t leave much to the imagination does it?’ you said, your voice a high pitched squeak with nerves as you tugged at the hem of the slim fitting burgundy dress that stopped above your mid thigh. The plunging neckline showed off a modest amount of cleavage and Nat had straightened your hair and given you a smokey eye with lipstick almost the exact colour as the dress and velvet six inch heels. Wanda squealed when you stepped out and Nat’s jaw dropped. 'Does it look terrible?’ you asked nervously.

’(Y/N) if I was Bucky I’d fuck you on the spot’ Nat deadpanned and your rolled your eyes. 'Ok well lets get going I can’t wait for you two to get together for much longer!' 


'Steve is she trying to fucking kill me?’ Bucky growled to his best friend, his hands tightening around the beer bottle he was holding and his eyes never leaving you as you danced with some of the tech guys. Nat and Wanda were with you, wholly encouraging you as you swung your hips teasingly and beckoned one of them forwards with one finger. When he came closer your hand closed around his tie and you pulled him towards you as you began grinding against him.

'Language Buck’ Steve warned. 'I told you, tell her how you feel and then you might be dancing with her. Like that’ he said, blushing at little as he watched your overly provocative dance around the flustered man you’d chosen to be your victim. Bucky growled, now watching your partner and he made up his mind to teach this little boy to stay away from his girl. 'Don’t hurt him Buck’ Steve yelled in vain to his retreating back. When your back was turned Bucky almost soundlessly pulled the technician back and took his place, any noises of protest being drowned out by the music. When you felt two muscular arms tighten around your waist and pull you up against him, you knew it was Bucky and you leant into his touch.

'Doll, what do you think you’re doing?’ he growled into your ear and you worked to suppress the moan threatening to break your composure. 'I’ve been watching you all night in this little number and you’ve not looked my way once’. You responded by spinning around to face him, gripping the lapels of his jacket with both hands and pulling him even closer.

'You mean like this?’ you whispered, smiling innocently up at him as you met his dark blue eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and his fingers dug into your sides making you sigh with pleasure and close your eyes. You let the music carry you, pushing yourself up against the front of Bucky’s jeans and whispering his name into his ear as you moved your hips rhythmically against his.

'Fuck’ he snarled and you pulled back, looking into his eyes for mere milliseconds before his lips crashed into yours and he was kissing you with a desperate urgency that made you smirk as you kissed back, your hands snaking under his jacket and wrapping round his waist, feeling the rippling muscles underneath his dress shirt. His hands were slowly moving down from your hips to your thighs, the metal on skin contact making you gasp against his lips and giving him an entrance to force his tongue inside your mouth. They found the hem of your dress and started pushing it up, getting dangerously high and you pulled away, his lips chasing yours in an attempt to get them back. You removed your hands from his hips and pushed his hands away then grabbed his tie, pulling his head down to your level you pressed your lips to his ear.

'Not here’ you whispered, only just audible to him above the sound of his own heartbeat and the booming music. 'We should take this back to my room’. When you let go of his tie he remained close, breathing heavily and staring at you, his eyes almost black with desire. He nodded and gripped your hand as though making sure that there was no way he was leaving the party without you, pulling you through the partying throng and out of the door, not stopping until he reached the elevator and hit the button. When the doors closed his lips met yours again, his body pinning you to the wall and his flesh hand gripped one exposed thigh and hoisted it up so it rested on his hip. He kept this hand firmly on your thigh but let his metal hand roam your body, slowly skimming up one side from the hem of your dress to your collarbone, forcing a guttural moan to leave your lips. Your hands tugged at his hair as he left wet kisses along your neck, down to your cleavage and back up to your ear, nipping on your lobe and eliciting yet another breathless moan from you.

'You were dancing with that kid from tech’ he whispered and your breathing hitched. 'You led that poor boy on to play with me’. You nodded silently, squeezing your eyes shut and noting how quickly Bucky had regained control. He was pushing your dress up tantalisingly slowly but when he saw your burgundy lace panties you could tell his control was weak as his eyes widened and he swallowed.

'Yes Sergeant’ you gasped and his eyes shot to yours. Once more closing the gap between you he buried his face in your hair as he tried to recompose himself. 'The boy meant nothing. It’s you I really want. I want you, Bucky’ you simpered and he pulled back to look into your eyes. 'I’m yours’. That was it for Bucky. A low, animalistic groan emanated from his chest and he pushed himself into you, rejoining your lips but your hands didn’t stop, steadily moving over each other’s bodies as though systematically trying to memorise each and every curve and muscle. You were so caught up in each other that neither of you heard the doors of the elevator open or Nat and Wanda both watching, their mouths agape as you stripped Bucky of his jacket and began on his buttons and as Bucky clawed desperately at the seams of your dress until they tore. He discarded the dress and stood back, gazing at you with admiration as he drank in your exposed form, your flushed cheeks as you stood in just your matching underwear and heels and the playful smile on your face. You beckoned him towards you and he complied, dropping his own shirt on the floor as he did. Planting himself between your legs, he kissed you with such passion that it took your breath away and your hands ran across his broad chest and muscled torso, digging your nails in a little leaving tiny red scratches in your wake.

'I really liked that dress as well’ both your heads snapped up in shock at Nat’s voice and you pulled Bucky in front of you when you saw both of them stood there. 'Oh well I’ll get another one’ she shrugged as though nothing had happened and you peeked out at her from behind Bucky. He turned his head slightly to look down at you.

'Your room?’ he asked and you nodded, leaving your clothes in the lift as Bucky lifted you off of your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped your bum. You made your way past the girls and to your bedroom door at the end of the corridor, hungrily attacking Bucky’s lips with your own as he fumbled behind himself to open you door.

'Tell us all about it’ you heard Wanda yell after you, just before Bucky kicked the door shut, lay you onto your bed and, lowering himself on top of you, reattached his lips to yours as a beginning to a night you would never forget.

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