nor what to do

I tried to tell Quincy that we were standing in front of natural treasure and that we should appreciate it. He continued to pose with this vaguely indifferent expression, effectively rendering all of my photos useless.  

honestly after chapter 146 I really want it to be a running joke that Rappa will just seek Fatgum and Kirishima out to have a fight at the most random times. Like the two will be out on patrol and all of a sudden Rappa is blocking their path and says “FATTY! RED! LETS HAVE A MATCH!!!” and the two of them are just like “Didn’t we fight last month? How do you keep escaping prison???” Like he hasn’t joined another organization or anything he just does underground fights and then when he’s in the mood he’s like time to challenge my two favorite people!! Like it gets to the point that he is more of an expected nuisance than a surprise threat. The two of them are just like oh Rappa is back lets see if we can convince him to fight us on another day. Most conversations kind of just end up being like this:

“Lets fight!!!!!!”

“Rappa its the end of patrol we’re tired.”

“Who cares!”

“You wanna go at us when we’re 100% dontchya?”

“hm…”

“You aren’t the kind of guy that wants his opponents to be fighting him with a handicap right?”

“HELL NO!”

“Then lets rumble some other day ‘kay?”

“hm… ALRIGHT! I’ll see you two another day! Then we’ll see who lives!”

“Bye Rappa”

“Bye-Bye Rappa-kun!”

anonymous asked:

So if we somehow magically went full-on socialism, stateless, classless, workers owned means of production, etc. What's stopping all the able-bodied people who just want to sit around and contribute absolutely nothing and just consume?

have you ever fucking sat around your house and done nothing all day for days on end, no neurotypical is gonna do that shit. it’s fuck miserable. besides we’re so efficient as a society most of us don’t even have to work tbh, but thats neither here nor there.

what stops yall from just sitting around at home and not doing your fucking dishes? lmao you don’t get paid to do them? what stops yall from sitting around at home and not eating? you don’t get paid to eat. what stops yall from sitting around and not doing your laundry? you don’t get paid to do laundry?

like come on your question is absolutely fucking absurd. neurotypical and abled people dont fucking sit around all day, it’s definitionally neurodivergent, it’s literally a mentally ill person thing or a disabled person thing, get the fuck outta here lmao.

people get BORED AS FUCK if they aren’t doing /something/ and you know what? we can redefine what that something is, because under capitalism a lot of people’s jobs are just busy work we can automate or eliminate entirely, and allow them to do things they’d rather be doing, for some people that’s teaching, for some people thats playing video games, but tbh people already make ungodly amounts of money playing video games so you shouldn’t exactly act as though this is a shock that there would be more jobs available to all people.

I like to think maybe Robbie has some strength to his frame from messing around with so many metal parts and dragging around giant canons and everything else he does that in a moment of emergency he just picks up Sportakook (bridal or over his shoulder, either way) and runs for dear life instead of Sportanerd grabbing him and everyone is confused and Sportacute is flustered because no one has carried him since he was a young babe and Robbie is confused as of why Sportaflop is so red and– yea… but

We need more Stronger-than-we-thought-he-was Robbie Rotten

in which flash lives in a fancy house and peter and michelle are far too dorky for their own good. parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, NINE (this one!)

  • okay, so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep getting larger and more grandiose.
  • ned is in the back just, gawking. “that house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just parked in the driveway!” and ned’s gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
  • when they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
  • when she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car, peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
  • she can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm and him pulling her close.
  • she ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his fingers squeezing at her waist.

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Little Things

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A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware. 

Word count: 3,365

Pickering, Canada
April 2024

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it’s may. from now on we have harry’s album, harry’s concert tickets, a week of late late show, possibly niall’s new music, liam’s new music AND louis’ second single. this post doesnt make sense it was just to say that it’s a new month so pLEASE for the love of GOD please PLEASE *** ** 

  • <p> <b>what she says:</b> I'm fine<p/><b>what she means:</b> Honestly, the exploration of the shifting western gender dichotomy in the 1980s and how it’s displayed through the lens of same-sex relationships is one of the most profoundly striking (yet subtle) themes in both acts of the musical Falsettos (March of the Falsettos as well as Falsettoland) and I am severely disappointed that fans don’t discuss it enough. For instance, we initially have a character like Marvin who sees men and women, as well as their respective “roles” in relation to him through a very linear, black and white lens. This worldview of his isn’t challenged in the least until he falls in love with another man, Whizzer Brown, who he can’t manage to force into a box of preconceived stereotypes. Whizzer is a proud, openly gay and promiscuous man living in suburban New York, and while many of his observable traits could make him look like a caricature of his identity (sexual selectiveness, materialist attitudes, overt pride in his physical appearance and that of others), he also possesses many attributes that contradict that stereotype and make him seem like more of a Manly Man than Marvin would want him to be (his love for baseball, the Manliest Man sport™ and general passion for athleticism, and his loyalty, kindness, and family man sensibilities). Whizzer doesn’t feel constrained to a box where his sexuality needs to match up with stereotypes about how he behaves or expresses himself; he just is who he is. Marvin, being the linear thinker (and we can assume older of the two) is unnerved by the fact that Whizzer can’t fit into his two boxes of what’s acceptable (gay or straight, masc or femme, pink or blue), and thus resorts to forcing him into the homemaker, a role he’s learned to play opposite of and DOMINATE. Whizzer understandably hates this, culminating in their breakup at the end of act 1.<p/><b></b> Marvin doesn’t see “both sides” of Whizzer until the baseball game in act 2, observing how Whizzer comes to support his child and shows expertise with how to play the game (How Masculine1!1!), prompting him to want to make things work again. He is able to fully accept the qualities of his own sexual longing and intimacy in What More Can I Say, qualities that he once DETESTED in Whizzer (“Whizzer screws too much to see, what a joy is chastity”) and begins to see a nuanced, full fleshed version of himself in what Whizzer was from the beginning. He continues to unconditionally love Whizzer even when he’s sick with AIDs (having figuratively and literally lost all of his physical strength and stamina to the disease, qualities that he was once able to capitalize on) and Marvin is shocked at how much he loves this man who can’t even stand up, let alone fully hold him or be intimate with him. He loves Whizzer beyond the boxes he used to desire to put him in, he’s no longer an object for sex nor the pinnacle of athleticism, and THAT is what Marvin learns to love (“Do you know, all I want is YOU, anything you do is alright”). Finally, this culminates in What Would I Do, when Marvin is asking a departed Whizzer “what would I do if I had not loved you?” // “You’re the only one my child would allow” // “who would I BE if I had not loved you” // “how would I know what love is?” All are indicative of how Whizzer’s companionship opened his mind and his heart, showing him that true love doesn’t come in a box or a stereotype or label, it can come in any way with any kind of person.
  • AND THEN we have the lesbians, who are mainly responsible for giving insights on how the world of 1980s is shifting in terms of “what’s normal and what isn’t” (the opening number Falsettoland basically explains this in a way that borderline mirrors modern identity politics, but THAT’S ANOTHER RAMBLE FOR ANOTHER DAY). Even in a relationship as “new” and progressive as Charlotte and Cordelia’s, societal influences of male and female roles permeate their relationship and even the way they interact with one another. Speaking from an old-fashioned lens, you could say that Charlotte “wears the pants” in the relationship (to reference a pretty outdated and inaccurate term), as she’s the real breadwinner of the couple, making money like a boss ass bitch and doing “respectable” life saving work, whereas Cordelia services her as a homemaker and is struggling with her own catering business. While Cordelia is presented as a very optimistic and happy person who loves her career and admires her partner, you can tell she’s somewhat upset with this accepted power struggle, even from the “funny” line “You save lives and I save chicken fat, I can’t fucking deal with that?!?” She literally can’t deal with the fact that even in a world where she should be considered an equal to her partner in every way, she still can’t be because of the world they live in and the norms she feels like she needs to conform to. When Charlotte is gloating “do you know how great my life is?!?” Cordelia responds almost bitterly “yes I KNOW how great your life is” implying that she’s heard it a million times before,and no matter what she’ll never have what her partner has. She struggles with getting Charlotte to open up at certain points, which makes connecting hard for her “Something bad is happening // Which she’d never say // it must be SOMETHING IN HER WAY”. Overall the commentary on how gender norms changed the face of LGBT life in this show is so interesting and WHY DO WE SLEEP ON THIS?!? I CANNOT GET ENOUGH. I MYSELF HAVE NOT SLEPT IN FOUR DAYS.<p/></p>
All Too Well (M) | Pt. 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 7,692
Author’s Note: Now, I don’t want to give away too much of this chapter right off the bat, but I’m giving this chapter an ‘M’ rating for a reason.

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A lot of things have changed in the past 2 years—you are the last person who would ever try to deny that.

For instance, you don’t know if Yoongi still likes caramel macchiato with his two shots of espresso, or if he still reaches out to cling for the nearest source of warmth while remaining on the brink of unconsciousness, or even if music is still the most important thing in his life. You don’t know if he can still record the lyrics floating around in his mind as easily as gathering strings of cotton candy, or if he hides his emotions underneath miles and miles of apathy. There’s a lot of things you no longer know about Yoongi. You’ve changed a lot in 2 years and it would be foolish and naive to assume that Yoongi had not.

But there’s one thing you know has not changed over the course of that time, and that was how naturally you could fold yourself into Yoongi’s touch, how his lips could still light all the nerves underneath your skin like fire, sparking you into life, and how readily you could feel yourself responding to him.

When Yoongi dives back into for another kiss, one that contains just as much passion, anger, remorse, and desperation as the first one, you can’t deny on returning the gesture with equal frenzy. He still does good in making your mind spin like a top, your sense of gravity severely distorted as you feel like you might topple over if you don’t grip onto the closest thing that just so happens to be the fabric of Yoongi’s t-shirt. The material is soft in between your fingers, clenching it to pull him closer and he doesn’t protest. The kiss is hard, teeth and tongue and shallow breathing as Yoongi grips the edges of the makeup counter behind you as a means to cage you in and keep himself grounded.

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|Kissing Pact| R. MANTLE IMAGINE

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and Y/N play a certain dangerous game. 
Who kisses first loses.
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I guess you could say this is what an awkward tension filled environment feels like. Veronica and some of my other friends arrived a while ago and since then, everyone’s been doing their own thing really. Joaquin and Kevin keep pissing each other and then making out a few seconds later. Veronica and my friend Betty seem to be getting along, I think I can play matchmaker one day and set them up on a date. I don’t know if Betty is into girls or not though, but damn they’d look adorable together. Chuck and Moose have been on their phones since they got here, only casually getting up for some drinks, and Reggie and I have been trying to keep our hands to ourselves for the rest of the night, well maybe only he is.

I thank god that the lights are turned off because if nor, everyone would have given us ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look and I would killed Reggie with my bare hands. Speaking of hands, his seem to be wandering around me quite much and it’s making me want him even more. 

Out bodies still lay beside each other, pressed and warm. His hands circle my waist an the other falls on his lap. I keep my hands to myself, intertwining them together not allowing them to fall to my stopach. Every other minute, he starts rubbing my hip as slow as posible and lowers his hand, teasing me with his fingers. His eyes stare at me, almost like he’s waiting for me to crack and jump him in a minute. 

I decide to play along with his unfair fucking game and un-intertwine my fingers from each other, slowly letting my left hand reach the hem of his shirt. 
I feel his stare burning thorough me but I ignore, letting my hands unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. I hear his hot breath getting louder around me and I smirk to myself, dragging my fingers along the place his zipper was once zipped, making him shift in his seat. 

Interrupting my worrying thought, I feel his hot breathe circle around the back of my head beside my ear “You’re driving me fucking insane,” he bellowed. 
My lips twitch at his words and before I could comperhend what in the hell I’m doing, I tug on his shirt and stand up, motioning him to follow me. 

I make sure I get out of the lounge and down the kitchen as slowly as possible, knowing they’d question why the both of us leaving together. But in all honesty, I think everyone’s too busy to even care. I reach the kitchen and start pacing around. What the hell am I doing? I’m such a darn idiot, oh my god. There’s no backing out now, I’m doing it, I don’t care. I’m so damn frustrated. What am I saying? 

Cutting my thoughts, I see Reggie’s figure hop down the last step of stairs, running his hands through his hair and tugging at the ends. He comes towards me, which to me seemed like it’s taking forever for him to walk those steps. 
I roll my eyes at his smirking face and pull him by his shirt until we reach the middle of the kitchen, right in front of the counter. 

Catching me off guard, I feel his strength filled arms pulling my waist to his, wrapping them around me. One hand goes to my hair and the other stays safely on my waist, his thumb running over the exposed skin. His back is leaned against the counter table and my body is pushed against his, there’s no backing away now, huh?

I keep my eyes focused on his chest, not daring to look up at him, knowing well enough his piercing brown  eyes are looking right at me with a smirk plastered to his face in defeat. 
“Princess,” he whispers, his thumb and finger pulling my chin upwards to look at him. I melt in his arms the moment I do, making my knees go weak at his touch. “Finally?” his lips pull into a satisfied smile, leaning his forehead against mine, our nosing touching and our lips only inches away from each oters. 

“Shut the fuck up, Mantle.” I menage to whisper in his lips before he attached his to mine, cravingly. I almost immediately kiss him back, savouring the taste of his lips. His mouth works perfectly with mine, letting my hands go up to his neck and playing with the ends of his hair, tugging at them. 
Suddenly, I feel as if there is no one in this house and tonight might as well be the greatest night I’ve ever lived. The place goes muffled and the only thing I hear and feel is my hart racing and his hand all over, holding me in all the right places. 

Reggie’s lips feel like geather against mine, I feel them wanting and longing for more and I love it. I feel his smile on my lips, making it impossible not to smile back. He bites my lower lip and pecks my lips as soft as possible before pulling back with a grin on his face. He licks his lips and stares at me, waiting for my reaction. His warm hands don’t stop fiddling with my hair and resting on my shoulder. 

Both our hearts are beating hevily and anyone can tell by the heat between our bodies and our rising chest. I chuckle down to myself an bring my eyes to look up at his. “So, I guess no one wins.” I sigh

“I should’v bet something on this. I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off my for that long.” 

“My god, you just ruined a perfectly good moment, you dick face, and I just get you down here, you kissed me first, don’t make assumptions” I shake my head and shrug confidently. 

“No, princess, we both know you did.” 

“Don’t fucking argue with me, this is all your fault!” I throw my hands in the air. He laughs at my response, shaking his head. “You kissed me first and you know it, okay?” I conclude. 

“Hey,” he nods at me, “shut up.” before I could protest, his lips reattach to mine, this time harder and with more longing passion. I feel as if we’ve been doing this for eternity. His touch feels so familiar and his lips on mine feel like the simplest thing. I laugh in his lips, earning one back from him right away. 

Seconds later, his body pushes mine further into the center of the kitchen and kneels down enough for me not to have stand on the tip of my toes and struggle. His tongue licks my lower lip for etrance and I grant it the following second, wanting to feel him closer and stronger. 

He detaches his lips from mine for a second, still not leaving room for my lips to move or they’d be rejoined once again. “Jump,” he whispers, his hands sliding down in-between my thighs. I let out a shaky breath as his surprisingly good felt touch and do as he demands. I jump into his arms and wrap my hands arond his neck tighter, bring my legs around his waist. His scent flows over mine, irking of men’s cologne, and cold, he just smells like cold. 

His hands are supporting my body as if it’s the simplest thing in the world, not flinching nor letting out any sign of uncomfortable movement. He spins me around and settles me down on the counter table, his height still towering over mine by a few inches. Our lips don’t let go of each other, still battling and moving in synced action. My hands pull at his shirt from the back signifying I want it off. He takes no second to quickly let his lips pull away from mine to pull the shirt over head and onto the floor. I pull him closer, runnig my hands through his hair. Reggie’s lips reconnect with mine, kissing me slower. 

As I am about to tug on my own shirt, I feel the front foor pushing open. Fuck, not this again. I pull away from Reggie, staring at him in horror. He quickly reacts, pulling his shirt over his torse. I jump off the counter and sit on one of the stools, still cathing my breathe. 

“Y/N?’ 



Surprise! I have another Reggie fucking God Mantle. 

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Nobody’s going to deny that, as it’s conventionally depicted, Middle-Earth - the setting of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings - is awfully monochrome. In art, basically everybody is drawn as white, and all major depictions in film have used white actors.

When this state of affairs is questioned, the defences typically revolve around “accuracy”, which can mean one of two things: fidelity to the source material, and the internal consistency of the setting. Being concerned primarily with languages and mythology, Tolkien left few clear descriptions of what the peoples of Middle-Earth actually look like, so in this case, arguments in favour of the status quo more often rest on setting consistency.

Of course, we need hold ourselves neither to fidelity nor to consistency - the author’s dead, and we can do what we want. However, what if I told you that there’s a reasonable argument to be made from that very standpoint of setting consistency that Aragorn - the one character you’d most expect to be depicted as a white dude - really ought to be portrayed as Middle Eastern and/or North African?

First, consider the framing device of Tolkien’s work. The central conceit of The Lord of the Rings - one retroactively extended to The Hobbit, and thereafter to later works - is that Tolkien himself is not the story’s author, but a mere translator of writings left behind by Bilbo, Frodo and other major characters. Similarly, Middle-Earth itself is positioned not as a fictional realm, but as the actual prehistory of our own world. As such, the languages and mythologies that Tolkien created were intended not merely to resemble their modern counterparts, but to stand as plausible ancestors for them.

Now, Aragorn is the king of a tribe or nation of people called the Dúnedain. Let’s take a closer look at them in the context of that prehistoric connection.

If the Dúnedain were meant to be the forebears of Western Europeans, we’d expect their language, Adûnaic, to exhibit signs of Germanic (or possibly Italic) derivation - but that’s not what we actually see. Instead, both the phonology and the general word-structure of Adûnaic seem to be of primarily Semitic derivation, i.e., the predominant language family throughout the Middle East and much of North Africa. Indeed, while relatively little Adûnaic vocabulary is present in Tolkien’s extant writings, some of the words we do know seem to be borrowed directly from classical Hebrew - a curious choice if the “men of the West” were intended to represent the ancestors of the Germanic peoples.

Additionally, the Dúnedain are descended from the survivors of the lost island of Númenor, which Tolkien had intended as an explicit analogue of Atlantis. Alone, this doesn’t give us much to go on - unless one happens to know that, in the legendarium from which Tolkien drew his inspirations, the Kingdoms of Egypt were alleged to be remnant colonies of Atlantis. This connection is explicitly reflected in the strong Egyptian influence upon Tolkien’s descriptions of Númenorean funereal customs. We thus have both linguistic and cultural/mythological ties linking the survivors of Númenor to North Africa.

Now, I’m not going to claim that Tolkien actually envisioned the Dúnedain as North African; he was almost certainly picturing white folks. However, when modern fans argue that Aragorn and his kin must be depicted as white as a matter of setting consistency, rather than one of mere authorial preference, strong arguments can be made that this need not be the case; i.e., that depicting the Dúnedain in a manner that would be racialised as Middle Eastern and/or North African by modern standards is, in fact, entirely consistent with the source material, ethnolinguistically speaking. Furthermore, whether they agreed with these arguments or not, any serious Tolkien scholar would at least be aware of them.

In other words, if some dude claims that obviously everyone in Tolkien is white and acts like the very notion of depicting them otherwise is some outlandish novelty, you’ve got yourself a fake geek boy.

(As an aside, if we turn our consideration to the Easterlings, the human allies of Sauron who have traditionally been depicted in art as Middle Eastern on no stronger evidence than the fact that they’re baddies from the East, a similar process of analysis suggests that they’d more reasonably be racialised as Slavic in modern terms. Taken together with the preceding discussion, an argument can be made that not only is the conventional racialisation of Tolkien’s human nations in contemporary art unsupported by the source material, we may well have it precisely backwards!)

Lefou’s gay.

Today Disney announced that Lefou will be an explicitly gay character, the first for Disney fairy tale films and films aimed at the all ages group from the company. A lot of people feel strongly about this on both sides, conservative extremists feel this is the utmost betrayal from Disney and think the film needs a new content rating. I think that is ridiculous for a number of reasons mostly that a gay man existing in a world where a girl falls in love with a beast is somehow the controversial topic. But on the other end of the discourse rainbow many feel that this is an insult to lgbt people and that Disney has insulted and made a grave mistake by having Lefou be canoically gay. I also think that’s a bit much. So here are some of my bullet points/thoughts on why I truly believe this is a good step for Disney and the LGBT community if you would so indulge me.

  • I understand many concerns revolving this piece of news, Lefou in this version is now a gay man who pines for his straight macho best friend/pack leader. Some are condemning that idea which I find a bit silly. I understand that a stereotype thrown upon our community is that we are unable to have straight friends because we will “always fall for them”. Which we all know is bullshit, that being said sometimes it also fucking happens but it’s no more different than the friendzone guy who is in love with his childhood best friend. Point is it’s an actual thing queer people do deal with so to prohibit as a storytelling device is just stupid and weird. A good lesson for lgbt people and anyone honestly is sometimes the people you will like, or even love will not reciprocate those feelings.
  • Not all lgbt people need to be portrayed as saintly or even good people to count as representation. For example one of my favorite things about the new Series of Unfortunate events show on netflix was that there was a gay couple in it. My favorite thing not being that they were gay, but that they were gay and just as bad as the rest of the adults in the show. Because I believe it’s important to show LGBT people as humans rather than amazing people with little flaws and great outcomes even though I understand the need for that. So Lefou can be in a bad relationship, he can be allowed to make poor decisions because he is blinded by love from someone who will never love him back, he is even allowed to be a bad person because him being gay shouldn’t excuse him from any of that. Because character flaws make for a interesting character shocking I know and can even be the payoff for character growth. Which leads me to my next point. 
  • This is a character arch Bill condon has even said it. Meaning Lefou will go through some sort of change or lesson in this film. Just because he starts following this awful person in the beginning of the film does not mean that’s where he story will end. Because again this is not the animated feature, we don’t know the exact context of their relationship nor do we have an idea of what will happen to Lefou through the course of the film. But for a movie about acceptance of those who are different and learning to love I have a hard time believing it’s going to end poorly for the now gay Lefou. Just remember Bill has said where they end with Lefou is something rather beautiful, and I personally cannot wait to see what that is.
  • Any bit of screen time in which a gay person is a person and given an actual story arc is something that I view as important. This is a company that for many years had to code in order to get away with anything. We are living in a day and age where they can openly say that a character is gay. Which I think is something huge and something I want to encourage from the company, so that we can get more of these kind of ideas. I am not saying you have to be inherently okay or accepting of this, but I am asking that you give the film a chance and watch it before having your final thoughts be a reblog slamming this from all angles. Because while you may disagree maybe some kid out there is going to watch what happens with lefou and feel better about themselves leaving that theater.
The Fourth Musketeer (Part 3)

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Part one here    Part two here

Requests: I love part 1 and 2 of The Fourth Musketeer!! Are you going to make a part 3?

Part 3 pls? For the four musketeers I’m really loving it.

WHERE IS FOURTH MUSKETEER PART 3 IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Ahhhhhhhhh, The fourth Musketeer series is sooooo good 😍😍 I can’t wait for part 3 😭💕

I need part 3 of 4m please

OMFG I NEED A PART 3 OF THE 4 MUSKETEERS !.!! Its SOO AMAZING

OMG I just read the second part of the Fourth Musketeer. It’s amazing!!! I already want more! Love your work darling ❤❤

More fourth musketeer please god 💖🙏

Part 3 of the Four Musketeers PLEASE, it’s so freaking good. It makes me feel all the feels and I’m in love with your writing

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Unplanned reunions never end well.

Warnings: I cried while writing this

Word count: 1,536

A/N: just a reminder to all, if you want to be added to my taglist please ask in my ask box! anywho wowow buckle your seatbelts for the emotional roller coaster that is part 3!! enjoy!!


(Y/N) obliviously stood at the counter in Pop’s, unaware of three sets of unwavering eyes staring at her.

“Should we… say something?” Betty suggested, but she didn’t shift her gaze from (Y/N).

“I don’t know,” Veronica breathed.  "I probably shouldn’t since she has no idea who I am.“

"I’ll do it,” Jughead stated.  Before Veronica or Betty could acknowledge what he said, Jughead had stood up and began to walk towards (Y/N).  The two girls shared a tentative glance.  "Long time no see, (Y/N),“ Jughead said from behind her.  She whirled around.

"Jughead,” she acknowledged him, her lips forming an awkward smile.  "It’s… nice to see you.“

"God it’s been so long,” Jughead sighed, stepping closer to (Y/N).  She tried to inconspicuously edge away.

“Yeah,” she nodded and pursed her lips.  Jughead was taken aback by her cold behavior.

“Does anyone else know you’re here?” he questioned.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Nope,” she answered simply, “just you.”

“And Betty,” Jughead added, gesturing back to where Veronica and Betty were sitting.  When they noticed (Y/N) was looking at them, they smiled and waved. (Y/N)’s focus turned back to Jughead.

“Who’s that with her?” she asked.

“Veronica,” he explained, “she moved here at the beginning of the year.”

“That’s nice,” another awkward smile formed on her lips.  Suddenly, a waiter brought out a bag of food.  (Y/N) grabbed the bag and quickly paid.  "Well, I’ve gotta get going. It’s been nice seeing you again, Jughead.“  She started to exit the diner, but Jughead quickly snatched her wrist.

"Wait!” he said, earning a questioning look from her.  "What about Archie?“

"What about Archie?” (Y/N) innocently repeated.  Jughead rolled his eyes.

“You know,” he responded, “are you going to tell him you’re back?”

“Why should I?” (Y/N) scoffed.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because he’s fucking smitten with you and has been heartbroken for the past two years.  And if I’m not mistaken, you were pretty smitten yourself before you moved.” (Y/N) bit her lip as she shook her head.

“If he loved me, he would’ve called,” she rolled her eyes.

“What happened to you?” Jughead asked, scanning her face.  (Y/N) snapped her wrist out of his grip.

“Nothing happened, Jughead.”

“There’s another thing,” he noted.  "Since when have you called me Jughead?“

"My food is getting cold,” she made up an excuse.

“Archie said you changed your number.”  The sentence knocked the wind out of (Y/N), so she stood in silence as she stared at Jughead.

“I changed it,” she finally admitted it. “But that was a few months after I left.”

“Why?” he inquired.

“Because he didn’t call me,” she sighed.  "Even when I called him, he wouldn’t answer.“  Jughead furrowed his eyebrows.  (Y/N) shook her head as she left the diner.

She called over her shoulder, "Don’t tell Archie I’m back.”


“She expects you to not tell him?” Veronica questioned the next day at school.  Jughead shrugged.

“But I get it, you know?” Betty responded.  “She wants to be the one to tell him she’s back, not have someone do it on her behalf.”

“If she tells him,” Veronica reminded her.

“Listen, just… don’t tell him, okay?” Jughead told Veronica.  “I told (Y/N) I wouldn’t, and I don’t want to upset her.  She seemed kinda off yesterday.”

“So she’s not normally like that?” Veronica questioned with a hint of sarcasm.  Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Not when I knew her.”


“Okay, so (Y/N)’s gotta have some flaws, right?” Veronica asked Archie as she sat across from him in the lounge.  He narrowed his eyes.

“What?” he confusedly mumbled.  “Why are you asking about (Y/N)?”

“Well, Archiekins,” Veronica bit her lip, “you’ve seemed more down ever since Jughead’s party.  I figured it was something having to do with (Y/N).  I’m asking you about her flaws because right now, it seems like you’re kind of glorifying her in your memories, you know?  Since she hasn’t been around, you only want to remember the good parts of her.”

“I don’t know,” Archie waved off her suggestion.  “I really don’t want to talk about her.”

“But you have to,” Veronica immediately replied.  “Betty, Jughead, and Kevin told me about her and how you absolutely refused to mention her after she moved.”

“It’s a coping method,” he defended himself.  She shook her head.

“It’s unhealthy.”

“Veronica, stop!” Archie yelled, exasperatedly throwing his hands up in the air.  “You know why I can’t tell you any of (Y/N)’s flaws?  Because I love her.  And when you love someone, when you truly love someone, their flaws aren’t something you notice.  Their flaws are just another cute quirk that you adore, and I love everything there is about (Y/N).”  A smile creeped onto Veronica’s face, causing Archie to twist his face into a puzzled expression.  “What?”

“You love her,” she grinned, but Archie remained confused. “You love her, Archiekins.  Not loved, love.”  Archie rolled his eyes, but it didn’t hide his growing smile. Veronica stood up, brushing down her pencil skirt.  “My job here is done.  Keep an eye on your phone, Archiekins.  I’m gonna send you a very important message soon.”


An extremely confused Archie walked into Pop’s, and he continued to double check the text that Veronica sent him:

Go to Pop’s tonight.  Trust me.

She said nothing about meeting her there, nor did she mention anything about what he was supposed to do at the diner.  He scanned the area, searching for a familiar face.  His eyes landed on a face that was more familiar than he expected.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered, staring at the girl sitting all alone in a booth.  She, having not heard Archie’s murmur, continued to stare at her phone. “(Y/N)!”  Archie said it louder this time, and (Y/N)’s head snapped up. Her eyes doubled in size as she stared at her old childhood friend.  Slowly, she stood up and began to walk towards Archie.

“Archie?” she asked, stepping closer to him with an unreadable expression on her face.  He grinned and nodded.

“Oh god, (Y/N), I thought I’d never see you again.  I thought that-” A sharp slap across his face interrupted him.  Archie’s mouth opened slightly ajar as he stared at (Y/N), subdued into shock.

“Fuck you, Archie,” she spat.  Archie noticed tears glimmering in her eyes.  “No calls, no texts, no emails, nothing!  Absolutely nothing!”

“(Y/N), I-”

“And you act like you’re the victim,” she interrupted him, refusing to grant him the chance to defend himself.  “You told Jughead and Betty that I changed my number?  And you didn’t mention that I called you countless times, only for you to never answer.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he apologized, slowly grabbing her hands.  She didn’t tear them away from his grip, but Archie could feel her muscles tense.  “You know why I didn’t answer your calls?  Because it hurt.  It hurt because I thought I’d never see you again, and I thought that if I heard your voice, it would just make the pain worse.  I thought that maybe if I didn’t talk to you, if I pretended like you never existed, then maybe I could move on.”

“You think it didn’t hurt me?” (Y/N) questioned, her voice cracking as she held back her tears.  “You think it didn’t hurt every time I called my best friend but never got an answer?  You think it didn’t hurt when I was alone with my parents in a big city with no one to turn to?  You think it didn’t hurt when I couldn’t call for help when I needed it?”  Her voice gradually raised as she spoke.  Archie released (Y/N)’s hands, and instead, he opted to cup her face.  He leaned in and did something he had been dying to do for the past four years: he kissed her.  Archie tried to pour every ounce of love he had for (Y/N) into the kiss, he tried to tell her the things he was unable to say.  However, (Y/N) pulled away.  She took a step away from Archie as she frowned at him, her tears finally stumbling down her face.

“Why did you do that?” she cried softly.

“Because I love you,” Archie desperately answered.  He attempted to reach out towards her and hold her in his arms, but (Y/N) stepped further away.  “I love you, and I have always loved you.  I never got the chance to tell you.”

“You can’t do that to me,” she tried to wipe away her tears, but they were flowing too quickly.  “You can’t just barge in here and confess your love after you completely ignored me!”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), it was stupid and selfish of me, but-”

“But nothing!” she stopped his apology.  (Y/N) brushed past Archie as she began to storm out of the diner, but before she could exit, Archie grabbed her wrist, forcing her to turn around.

“One thing, (Y/N). Can you please just answer one question for me?” he begged.  (Y/N) pursed her lips but nodded.  “Do you love me?”

“Archie, you can’t just-”

“Please, (Y/N),” his voice was meek and desperate.  She sighed, but slowly nodded.

“Of course,” she whispered. She gently wriggled her hand out of his grasp and exited the diner, leaving a heartbroken Archie behind.

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Snapchat Mishaps {Pt.5}

Warnings: This ones very dirty guys, you’re welcome 😈. VEY VERY  NSFW gifs , FINALLY S M U T ,angst , Bucky Barnes x Reader (ft Johnny Storm 😉)

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“ miss, I suggest you wake up. I’m required to remind you that you have work in 20 minutes” the blinds over your windows begins rising , letting your room flood with blinding light.

Fucking FRIDAY .

“ I’m up I’m up.”

You went right to your room after you left buckys floor last night. It took you a while , but you finally fell asleep . Work is the last thing you want right now , but you know You have a shit ton of medical records to type out and things to organize .


You are ready in 15, and on the elevator soon after . Finally the elevator opens on the med floor , and the silence is oddly soothing .

Your day passes quickly , before you know it it’s 5pm .

“ Mr Stark would like me to inform you that he is holding a small get together tonight at 7 and he’d like you to attend. He said ’ nothing fancy , just wear something to outline your-‘l

” I get the point FRIDAY.“ you cut her off before she can finish relaying Tony’s message about your ass. Real  classy Stark.

Originally posted by chaosofhearts


It doesn’t take long to finish your work, so you have plenty of time to get ready . You decide on wearing a black shirt dress, that clings to the shape of your curves and has a cross cross cut out around your middle , along with a low neckline . Overall, you feel sexy as hell. Your hair is down is loose natural waves, and you applied light makeup . You’re ready at 6:45 , and decide to head to the “party level ” early . Your nerves begin acting up when you think about having to face Bucky tonight. He didn’t try to contact me all day , so why the hell should I care ? He can do whatever he wants , and I can whatever I want . The elevators open , to the hall, revealing an unfamiliar group of 4 and you realize it’s the fantastic Four ; the other heroes of new York . The man with his back to you turns , a dazzling smile forming when he sees you .

Originally posted by this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms

I want to do him, oh man, do I want to do him .

“ well hello gorgeous.”
The woman across from him smacks the back of his head .

“ I’m sorry about my brother , I’m sue Richards , this is my husband reed , our friend Ben, and the one with no manners is my brother Johnny storm.” Playboy Johnny storm , his could be fun.

“ it’s a pleasure to meet all of you, thank you for what you’ve done to save this city , and the world .” They all blush at you, including Johnny.

“ well you know , I could think of another way to say thank you.” Johnny say with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes . His sister groans at his remark but you laugh

“ that’s a shame Johnny,” you walk past him , stopping to call over your shoulder ,“ because I think of a lot more ways than one .” You wink and continue heading into the official party area.

Originally posted by cybertronicvagrant

You spent most of the night near wanda and Natasha, bucky finally arrived with Steve a little later , his girl from last night no where insight. You fee his eyes on you as him as they both approach the three of you , after a quick hello you excuse yourself to go to the bar, you suddenly feel the urge for tequila getting louder .

You feel a hand on your lower back as you wait for the bartender , and you pray it’s not buckys .

“ what’s got a beautiful lady like you drinking tequila alone ?” Johnny , thank fucking god . You turn around , he’s so close that your chests are nearly touching .

“ do I need a reason for tequila?”

“ no, but your shoulders tensed and dropped in relief when you saw it was me , who are you avoiding babe?”

“ you never hear about how observant Johnny storm is , only how much of a playboy.”

“ I’m waiting for an answer .”
You look over his shoulder , locking eyes with a very aggravated Bucky Barnes . What the hell does he look so pissed - oh . Oh ! What a fucking - fuck it . I’m doing this.

You lean up to whisper in his ear, “Johnny I need a favor , feel free to say no. But I really wanna piss someone off.”

“ anything for you , I’m sure he deserves it.”

“ how do you-”

“ Like you said , observing is  my thing, and frostbite hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked to the bar .”

“ you’re pretty damn good mr.Storm”
“ oh baby you have no idea.” His arms wrap around your waist , both of you are devilishly smiling .

Johnny pulls you to the dance floor of people grinding against each other . You turn your body so your back is to his chest, your ass pressing against his already hardening bulge .

“ excited ?” You ask over you shoulder , he responds with a light kiss to your neck . You behind moving together , following the beat . 5 songs later and you’re way too turned on from dancing with Johnny and need air , you part with a quick kiss to his cheek then duck out to the balcony , sighing as soon as the breeze hits you.

Looking over the city is so calming , the lights are mesmerizing. So much in fact , you didn’t hear the door open & close behind you .

“ y/n” you jump at the sound , not realizing someone else joined you, and of course it’s bucky. You don’t turn , just grip on tighter to the ledge infront of you , how fucking great.

“ Barnes .”

“ you look nice tonight.” He is directly behind you now, close enough you can feel his breath on your neck . Are you fucking kidding me ?

You don’t reply , the anger building up inside you is threatening to spill out but you don’t want to give him the satisfied knowing the affect seeing him and the girl lady had on you.

“ you didn’t snap me today doll.” That’s it .

“ I didn’t snap y- you are something else Bucky Barnes .” You turn , glaring daggers into the deep blue eyes looking back at you .bucky just smirks ,

Originally posted by winter-barnes

“ I knew that would get you to speak.”
Bastard .

“ let me ex-”
“ why would you need to explain bucky? I shouldn’t of came to your floor , what you do isn’t my business, nor do I care . ”
Go me . self-five .

His face drops at your words , but he doesn’t drop it
“ I was stressed from the mission and I need to - listen I didn’t sleep with her . I sent her packin after I saw you. ”

“ well that was dumb. ”

“ why- I know your mad y/n. No need to hide it . ”

“ .im not your mother and I’m certainly not your girl friend so why would I be mad? we all have needs. “ you snap .

He’s silent , you take the chance to move away and back to the party but his voice stops you

” so what ? You’re going back to dancing with storm now? “
You laugh , ” is someone jealous ?“ When he doesn’t respond you walk back to him , placing your hand on his chest .

” are you jealous that he’s the one that’s going to have my ass grinding against him Buck? That he’s the one I’m going to be kissing tonight when we leave the party , the one whose dick im going to wrap my lips around ? That you’re not the one that’s going to be fucking me until I can’t walk? “
After a moment of him glaring into your eyes , you laugh , ” because it could of been you. But I’m sure you have someone else you can call again tonight , don’t you ?“ You spit , you go to remove your hand from his chest but his flies up to grasp onto it , holding you to him.

” I didn’t think -“

” doesn’t matter , it was just a game Bucky right? That’s all it was .“ Sadness clear in your voice , but oh well. His face drops , his eyes going to the ground at your words. 

Originally posted by munirakhairuddin

You rip your hand from his, and storm back into the party . Thoughts flying through your head at what feels like a 100 mph, the night you spent talking with him , all the snaps , the kisses ; it’s all too much . Fuck it was just suppose to be a game , I wasn’t suppose to feel anything for that dickbag!

” hey woah, you okay?“ you look up to see Johnnys concerned eyes .

” uh- yeah I just- tequila .“ You sigh out , and he nods , taking your hand and leading you to the bar .


Buckys POV

fucking hell. I never would of thought I could be this dumb , she’s never going to - FUCK.  I should of told her how I felt first.  Those should of been the first fucking words out of my mouth. But would this of ended any different?  it would of killed me if she still walked away after I told her. But now she just thinks- FUCK. 
Why the fuck is she even bothering with storm , he’s a man whore . What are thy even laughing about ? How much tequila does she think she can drink ?!

I don’t blame her , how could I ? I should of called her not - Lisa? Whatever that chicks name was . But whatever this is - was - between me and y/n is just too - I didn’t think I’d catch feelings. But she’s just so- y/n . I don’t even have words to describe how wonderful she is , I’ve always know though . Being an ass to her was just so much easier than giving into being close with her before . But after the other night , after everything we talked about , the kisses , fuck her lips are so perfect , almost like they were made for mine, I can’t help but give in. I learned so much about her , we moved so far into friendship in just one night. I’m an idiot .

Steve told me I shouldn’t of pushed her away , but what else was I suppose to do? She was the only thing on my mind during that mission , and the first thing back on my mind after I shook out soldier mode on the way home . That mission- I don’t even know- I lost myself for a minute . All I could think about is what if that happens when I’m with her ? What if I hurt her ? I didn’t think she was as in deep as I was , didn’t think she’d care about the other girl . I was almost praying she only saw this as truly a game between us , so atleast one of us had a little bit of hold on reality. But when I saw her eyes in the elevator , the way they glossed over with Unshed tears
; I lost it.

It wasn’t a game anymore , it wasn’t just about who could get the other to cave for Sex first , although I do want to fuck her 7 ways from Sunday . It only took one night, one night of her sleeping next to me, for me to realize I needed that every night . I let my fear of hurting her physically, hurt her emotionally. And now I have to sit and watch her all over this fucking prick . I wanted to drop kick him off the side of the building the minute I saw him go up to her .

What are they - where are they going ?!


Y/n’s pov

 You know its the tequila vision, but right now all you can think of is banging Johnny storm, and how much you hate bucky right now.  One a scale of 1-10, you’re a solid 5.5. You lean in closer to johnny , your lips grazing his ear,

” What do you say we get outta here ?“

 He doesn’t verbally respond, instead his lips go to yours, in a quick, but hot kiss.  He grabs your hand and all but sprints to the elevators.  He didn’t even hit the button before pressing you against the wall next to the doors . You moan when his lips land on yours, before you can even  make another move his body is off you .

” What the hell!“ johnny snaps, you open your eyes to a very flustered Johnny and pissed Bucky. you’ve got to be kidding me.

” You have 5 seconds to get out of my sight, that’s the only warning I’m giving you storm .“ Bucky barks, making your eyes go wide. Holy hell, ive never seen him this mad. Johnny looks to you , and you slowly nod, not wanting to cause an even bigger issue to pull anyone from the parties attention to the hall .  confusion rolls over you as johnny smirks and sends you a wink, did he- did he want this to happen? wtf.

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

” Bucky what the fuck do you think youre doing !“ you growl, ” I didn’t fucking chase that girl away last night , so what were you thinking !“

He stalks forward, caging you between his body and the wall  until his face is an inch away from yours,

” Storm is a man whore.“

” and youre not?“ you snap ” its not like I wanted to marry the guy, Christ. “

” You just wanted to fuck him ? “

” Obviously !“

” You’ve got a replacement right infront of you doll. I’m all yours. “  is he caving?

Almost like he read your mind Bucky dips down to connect your lips in a desperate kiss, his tongue immediately finding its way against yours as he gains dominance. When he pulls away your gasping for air,

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

” I’m done with this game, I want you and I want you now doll.“ his voice is full of lust, and super commanding , nearly making you fall to  a puddle infront of him .

All this is , is a fuck for both of us . He doesn’t want it to be more , and I don’t either . I’m not letting it be anymore. its a tequila induced fuck. No feelings , just sex.

 The elevator ride to his floor was silent, only thing to be heard is your breathing.  The minute you’re off the elevator, he’s got his hands on you . He pushes you against the nearest walll, his lips meeting yours in another needy kiss . His hands are roaming down your body until they land on your thigh, and he lifts you up. Your legs instantly wrap around his waist while your hands tangle in his hair, your lips still moving with his . Your dress is bunched at your waist now, letting his bulge rub against your covered core , the friction making you moan into his mouth . He moves you again , and you feel the cold granite of his kitchen counter under you .

” bucky please -“ His eyes are completely Lust blown as he takes in your plea . His hands move to your core , slipping under your panties and diving right into your slippery folds

” fuck y/n,“ he enters one, the then two finger into your pussy, starting a relentless pace . Moans rip through you at the feeling, and your hips start grinding down on his fingers . ” that’s it doll, fuck yourself on my fingers .“ And you do , you bounce yourself as much as you can on his fingers until your orgasm washes over you. You dig your fingers into his forearms as you slowly rock yourself through your orgasm.

” I don’t think you know how hot that was . Holy fuck.“ He breathes out before gently kissing you . You smirk at him as he removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with a groan. Fuck why is that so hot ? You gasp as he rips open the front of your dress, anger flashes through you for a moment before its  replaced with pure pleasure. His mouth nips down your chest, his tongue popping out to swirl around your hardened nipple. 

Your back arches, pushing yourself further into his warm mouth and you nearly cum from the feeling of him sucking your nipple . He alternates between your breasts, driving you crazier everytime he sucks them . You finally find the strength to shove him off of you , sending him a grin as you do .  

You slide off the counter and to your knees, going right for the button on his pants . You pop the bottom off, drag the zipper down and then pull his pants and boxers until they hit the floor and kicks them off . His cock looks painfully hard ,his top is leaking pre cum and your mouth starts watering at the sight . You lean up , capturing the tip in your mouth , you tongue swiping over the precum . You moan out at the saltiness, but your addicted to taste right away . You take more of him in your mouth , swirling your tongue around him as you start bobbing your head .

” shit - your mouth feels - “ he lets out a moan when your hand finds his balls .

” doll- sto-stop , I’m not cuming until I’m fucking buried in your pussy.“ You back off with a wet pop , standing up then leaning to kiss him .

” then what are you waiting for , sergeant ?“ That did it , his eyes snap to yours and another growl escapes him, making you even wetter , fucking hell . He lifts you again , taking you to his room . Once your feet hit the floor youre ripping at his shirt, buttons flying everywhere  .

 He removes your ruined dress from you , biting his lip as he looks over your body , only thing covering you is your black lace thong; and he takes care of that real quick.  He gently shoves you back, watching your chest bounce as you fall to his bed. He slowly tucks his fingers under the waist of your thong and pulls it down your legs before tossing it over his shoulder. You let your legs fall open, watching as he looks at your dripping pussy with hungry eyes.

” So fucking perfect Doll.“ he leans down , his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that has your head spinning . He pulls away , sneaking his hands underneath your body , and flipping the two of you so youre straddling him . He smacks your ass, making you arch forward as you whimper.

” Up here baby ,“ you raise your eyebrow in confusion until you finally realize what he means .  You scoot yourself up, placing a leg on each side of his head and slowly lowering yourself down until you feel his lips on your slit.

” Oooh fuck!“ he dives right in , sucking and licking at your folds so hard you can barely keep yourself up right . His hands come down on your thighs, squeezing them roughly as he begins moving you back and forth over his face.  you take the hint and follow his lead,  hesitantly rocking yourself against him . His hands move you faster though , to the point that you are fucking yourself on his face. one hand disappears from your hips, and you feel one of his fingers enter you as he sucks harshly on your clit.

” Bucky ! “the last suck did you in, the knot in your stomach snapping harder than ever before . You feel yourself cuming , you can feel it dripping out of you into is mouth and the thought reignites the fire in your core.  Bucky gently lifts you and slides you back down to his lap  , and you get a good look of his glistening face. Holy fuck, I just fucked bucky barnes face.  fuck yes.  You pull him in for a kiss, sighing at the taste of yourself on his tongue . You suck on his tongue before moving away from him , and a low moan leaves his lips.

” Doll I cant wait any longer .“ he flips you once again, once hes over you his hand grabs ahold of his cock and he slowly pushes himself in . You know hes trying to be considerate and give you a minute to adjust, but you cant wait . The way he fills you already has you addicted , the pain only lasts a few seconds before you bucking your hips up . He starts thrusting slowly, and you let out a growl,

” Harder !“  you cry out , and he complies, snapping his hips into your rougher . His pace is animalistic, he manages to hit your g spot with every thrust making it so much better. The moans leaving your lips are ridiculously obscene, youre pretty sure theyd be in a porn video .

” Fuck doll I’m -“

You groan , not ready for this to be over . You use all your strength to switch your positions so youre on top of him now .

” Hold on , Sergeant. “ your steady yourself with your hands on his chest, and begin bouncing on his dick , the new angle making your pussy clench even tighter around him.

” holy hell Y/n, I can feel you gripping me so fucking good. C'mon baby .“ his fingers move to your clit , starting to rub it hard . You pick up your pace, crying out from all the sparks your feeling throughout your body . Bucky sits up, his mouth enveloping one of your nipples while he grabs at the other one . 

He moves off your chest after a few minutes, his arms wrapping around your waist now to press his chest against yours as he starts thrusting up into your heat as you slam down onto him .
” C'mon doll, cum all over my cock . I want to feel you-“

you whimper out his name , your orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. White spots invade your vision, and you hear bucky moan out your name as his orgasm follows . You feeling him slowly thrusting still, pulling you both through your finishes as he shoots ropes of cum into you . The feeling of him finishing in you triggers another smaller orgasm , then your body gives out, crashing against his. You’ve never cam that hard, and it was an earth shattering feeling, one that youre already craving again. 

 You lift yourself off of him, flopping to your back beside him on the bed.

” Holy - that was - wow.“ he says , both of you gasping for air .   You turn your head to the side, finding Bucky already looking at you .  Flashes from the other night in his room play in your mind, and you quickly come crashing back into reality  . This was just- it was nothing to him. So its nothing to me then too.

” Youre beautiful, you know that?“ Shut up , please shut up . He almost sounds sincere, but that just must be how he gets all the girls

You send him a smile, afraid to even say anything back to him .  He rolls out of bed & walks to his bathroom, returning with a wet cloth . He gently cleans you up, sending shivers down your spine when the cloth goes over your sensitive clit.   He goes back into his bathroom to drop the dirty cloth into his hamper, when he does you jump out of his bed, grab the first shirt you see and your panties . You quickly cover yourself, and head right for the door . Right as the door opens he stops you ,

” why- you’re not staying ?“ his voice was quiet and laced with confusion .  Pull it together , you know what’s about to leave your lips is going to hurt ; but it’ll hurt a lot less now , than it would if you stayed and slept beside him, if you woke up in his arms knowing it was just another night to him . You don’t bother turning around when you reply ,

” fuck no.”

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

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