that machine was getting to him

Machine Preview

Ok… so I have had to take a step back from writing Wish/Prince!Bucky for a moment. I was getting burnt out and started to hate it…  

That being said, I had inspiration hit me yesterday for my next prompt from @theassetseyeliner ‘s writing challenge! 

Biker!Bucky… coming at you tomorrow! Here is a little snippet of Machine!



You watched the long haired man look over at you before sitting up and throwing his tool down. He wiped his hands on an old rag before the blonde one pulled him to his feet.

By now, you had everyone’s attention as the man made his way to you. Crossing your arms over your chest, you stood your ground.

“You are being very inconsiderate,” you said when he was close enough.

His eyebrows shot up and a small smile played on his lips, “Well now, that’s not any way to greet your neighbor.”

“I’m not here for a friendly meet and greet,” you retorted. “I am here because some people like to sleep and the horrible racket you keep making, makes that impossible.”

The small smile turned into a full fledged grin as he raised his wrist to look at his watch. When he looked back to you, his eyes had a playful glint in them, “It’s only 9:30.”

Oh my god, was it really? What a boring life you had.

Embarrassment washed through you, but you tried your best to hide it, “I have to get up early in the morning.” you lied. You uncrossed your arms so you could gesture behind him to the garage, “So if you and your biker gang could keep it down-”

Club.” he interrupted. “We are a motorcycle club, not a gang.”

“Well, excuse me,” you said, flippantly. “If you and your motorcycle club could keep it down, I would appreciate it.”

A few chuckles sounded from your audience. The man glanced back at them before he turned back to you. He raised his right hand out to you, “I’m Bucky.”

2

Don’t let her calm expression fool you, Lauren (L0-34) is probably the most hyper, extroverted and wackiest synth you could ever meet.
She’s a mechanic in Sanctuary and the machines she works with occupy most of her thoughts. 

When her mind isn’t focused on the machines she pulls apart and/or repairs, she loves spending time with her friends… and Danse. 
Him and Lauren hated each other at first, but after getting to know each other, a perhaps platonic relationship between the two was born… or was it something more?

anonymous asked:

I can think of something that would warm the Northmen to both Theon and Yara: If they took down Drogon together. In 07x05 (or 07x06 can't remember), a maester at Oldtown speaks of a prophecy where "The Drowned God will take down Aegon the Conqueror." It could mean Euron...or it could mean Theon and Yara. If Jon can swipe Rhaegal and mount him, taking down Drogon would effectively mean taking down Danerys.

Omg my first nonny???? I’m so happy! This has made my day!
___________

If Theon managed to get his hands on another version of that huge machine that Bronn used to shoot Drogon then I 100% believe he’d be able to take down any dragon of his choice. I’m pretty sure I have seen something that says Theon is an excellent shot, if it’s the shows or books i can’t quite remember but he would definitely have the skill set for the job.

If he done that then I think it would help with the healing process of the northmen because he took down the largest threat. If he so happened to stick around to help rebuild the north then they’d be civil with him. I mean I think the forgiveness is all down to the Starks because that’s the family that he betrays so when he get all of the Starks forgiveness then i believe the Northmen will essentially be like ‘alright, he’s not that bad.’

Also the mention of a Greyjoy/Stark alliance is pretty badass? Like it wouldn’t be a ‘hostage’ situation when Theon was taken to the north, it be through friends so it’d be a lot stronger.

I accidentally left Yara out but I think she’d be to busy kicking Eurons ass to be dealing with dragons and white walkers. Once she’s queen though she’d coming running to back her baby brother up. Then when it’s all over she’d take a very long vacation.

HEY EVERYONE!!!

Today I went to Six Flags! We parked in the Robin parking lot (my sister and I argued over wether it was Tim or Dick, and I won because I KNOW my Timmy when I see him. Shes a Dick girl), I got a Batman sweatshirt and tapestry for my wall, a poison ivy shirt (gotta represent my namesake, yo 😎🤘), and won a stuffed batfleck from the rigged claw machines at the arcade. In line for Superman (hmu if you dont know that ride and ill explain) I got an idea for a very reccomended part two for the story “Rumors”.

But tl;dr, WHO WANTS A FLUFFY DAMIJON X READER FIC WHERE THEY GO TO AN AMUSMENT PARK??? LET ME KNOW AND ILL GET TO WORK!!!

marketing fell down on this one

One thing that has baffled me since the beginning is DW’s total fail of a marketing machine. I don’t mean toys and merchandise, I mean how marketing can expand fans’ understanding of the world/characters, and ease the writers’ job somewhat. It revolves around the information given ahead of time, that then gets wrapped into a website. 

I mean something like this, from Arslan no Senki:

That’s just the basic background on the character, a bit of his context, and while awkwardly phrased, it gives a hint that there’s more to him. Or, from Gundam Reconguista in G:

Again, just a character sketch, but it does tell us her alliance. Or a more elaborate one, from Norn9:

Before you protest that someone like Pidge would’ve been ruined, look back up at Arslan. There’s a character with a massive backstory twist that turns the entire story on its head. All it tells you is who he is, at the story’s start, and that there may be more to him. And for someone like Pidge, you just present the character as who he appears to be, when first introduced. 

Like so:

Pidge Gunderson
Age: 14
Height: 5'2"
Birthday: April 3
Likes: peanuts, code, cute animals
Dislikes: pushy extroverts, doing laundry
“Wait, I’ve got an idea”
A comms specialist for the Garrison flight trio and genius hacker, Pidge appears to have a close interest in the failed Kerberos Mission. Very little is know of his background, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in hanging out with his teammates, Hunk and Lance. Pidge never goes anywhere without his laptop, and his most prized possession is a photograph that appears to be of himself and a pretty girl.


I was just going to do Shiro, but what the hell, why not all of them:


Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane
Age: 24
Height: 6'2"
Birthday: Feb 29
Likes: flying, listening to music, fresh cookies
Dislikes: cooking, abusive leaders
“I won’t let it end here”
One of the youngest decorated pilots in Garrison history, Shiro was selected to be the pilot-in-command of the Kerberos Mission. Raised in a military family with a dictatorial father, Shiro broke ties with his family to become an astronaut instead of a solider. Due to his childhood experiences, Shiro believes strongly that teams should work together, and values his friendships deeply. His closest friend is Keith, who Shiro met when teaching at the Garrison.

Keith Kogane
Age: 18
Height: 5'8"
Birthday: Oct 23
Likes: flying, hiking, biking
Dislikes: junk food, loud people, large cities
“If there’s a chance, I have to take it”
Keith was orphaned at a young age and spent most of his childhood in foster care. At age 13, he stole a foster family’s land-flyer, and a judge sent him to Garrison rather than juvenile detention. Keith quickly became the highest-scoring student pilot at the Garrison, and was widely seen as the best of his generation. Keith considers his mentor at the Garrison, Shiro, to be his closest and only friend. After the failed Kerberos Mission, Keith refused to believe the official story and was eventually expelled for insubordination.

Hawea “Hunk” Garrett
Age: 17
Height: 6'0"
Birthday: Jan 13
Likes: cooking, fixing things
Dislikes: flying, fighting
“I won’t stand by and do nothing”
A brilliant engineer, Hunk gained early acceptance into the Garrison for his innovative ideas on spectrography. Hunk is the middle of five children, and an uncle to his four nieces and nephews. His dream is to return to his family’s home in Samoa and teach engineering. He’s friendly with everyone, but his closest friend at the Garrison is Lance, after they bonded over both being so far away from their large and loving families.

Luis “Lance” De la Cruz
Age: 17
Height: 5'9"
Birthday: Jul 28
Likes: flying, swimming, flirting with girls
Dislikes: studying, science
“Stop living in the past”
While incredibly skilled as a swimmer, Lance’s dream is to be an ace pilot like his grandfather. After getting into Garrison, he was first placed in the cargo pilot class, then entered the jet fighter class after a spot opened in Keith’s absence. The youngest of three children, he dotes on his elder sisters’ kids, calling home frequently to his family back in Cuba. Lance is intensely competitive, usually hiding his insecurities with a smile and an easy-going manner, but he cares deeply for those he considers friends. 


See, now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? And even if there are later revelations that shift these perspectives, that’s fine. All this needs to be is what the character would tell you about themselves, at the time of the story’s start. No need for major spoilers.

I mean, seriously. Why on earth could we not even get the basics? What the hell is up with not even giving character surnames? Even if we find out later that’s an alias (like with Pidge), at least give us something. 

#BendyHTtakeover Recap

((so I’m gonna compile all the Good Shit from the #BendyHTtakeover event into one post okay here we goooo))

  • Sammy has been writing music for most of his life, “from a young age […] tunes would pop into my head, [writing music] was the only logical step. ;)”
  • Willow Weep For Me” is Sammy’s favorite song, he apparently considers it modern. what time period does this game take place in jfc
  • Sammy made a handful of puns during the event. Puns are great.
  • Apparently he liked Bacon Soup at one time, but “it kind of lost its luster after a bit.. But you’d have to be crazy to not love chocolate cake!”
  • Putting on pants is apparently a struggle for him.
  • Someone asked if Norman was behind the organ from chapter 2. He responded with “The organ… I don’t know what you mean. Although Norman, our projectionist, he was always very bright..” which might be a hint to something, a compliment, or another pun - who knows.
  • An ad for a Little Mermaid bedspread got posted in the middle of the event, probably on accident. Someone joked “Sammy’s favorite Disney Princess is Ariel, confirmed.” All he had to say was something was amiss with the post, and the bed looked comfortable.
  • Sammy still writes and sings music when he’s not praising Bendy, and has written “so many dozens of songs! So many! When you’ve been in this business as long as I have… you’re quite busy.” He also said “Perhaps you shall hear them someday.” pls
  • His clearest memory of the studio besides the ink pump is “a whistling sound, a vague melody.. with a sinister purpose.”
  • When asked for advice on composing music, he responded “Music is all about layers. Rich and lush. Practice, my friend. That’s what it’s all about!”
  • Wally’s catchphrase is apparently contagious. Someone asked “Sammy, what would happen if Wally lost his keys again?” To which he responded, “That Wally! That man can’t ever keep his things in order! If I didn’t know better I’d say his mind was wayyyyy out of here!”
  • Headcanon confirmed, “Sheep Songs” is Sammy’s favorite song he wrote for the Bendy cartoons.
  • He wears the mask to “resemble the most perfect form I know!”.
  • He might not be able to see without the mask as well, someone later asked “how do you see with that mask?” and he replied “how do you see without yours?”. Might have just been a joke, or confirming the “ink monsters can see through Bendy’s eyes in cutouts and posters” theory.
  • Sammy thinks Susie is “A charming woman.. quite… charming.. I recall only her face… that.. smile.”
  • He took some selfies for us.
  • Someone asked how he felt after what happened to him at the end of chapter 2. “I can’t recall any injustice on the part of the Ink Demon. He is.. most fair.” Apparently he’s fine with being pancake’d.
  • “Who’s better? Bendy, Alice, or Boris?” “There is only our lord Bendy.”
  • What makes Bendy so worshipable is that “[He] knows all and sees all. He is the hope we’ve been waiting for!”
  • “The last I can recall… I had a flowing cascade of brown hair.. I miss it so… or was it blonde? No matter.. it was splendid.”
  • He regrets never going to Coney Island.
  • Someone asked what he thinks of Alice “Ohhh such a voice! So.. heavenly! So beautiful!” Tied with his earlier comment about Susie, this makes Samsie shippers such as myself rejoice.
  • He is honored that people write songs about him, and Bendy.
  • He doesn’t only make puns, he memes. According to him, “if you have the proper training, mayonnaise IS an instrument.”
  • His favorite instrument is the banjo, he was always fond of it and it “plucks the right chord with me”
  • He thinks bacon soup can be good, “it’s best when aged for a while I hear.”
  • He’s happy Joey let him name the song “Sammy Jam” after himself.
  • Someone asked if he had a special someone before becoming an ink monster. His answer was a flustered “Someone.. special? … I.. well.. there was.. this one. I almost remember.”
  • He doesn’t quite know where Joey is, but he thinks he’s off raising his salary somewhere.
  • He doodles Bendy sometimes.
Thoughts and theories post S307

We got a clue to how the different dimensions work. These three dudes are obviously iterations of the same Rick who all encountered the same event in varying degrees of severity. It could just be that these three dimensions are right next to each other, but the numbering convention suggests that they’re true splits from one original dimension, caused by that event. 

If that’s true, it means that every time a major event occurs, timelines splinter into different offshoot possibilities. The Ricks that stay most “normal” keep their original dimension number and the others take on an iteration of that number based on the level of divergence. This also helps account for how the population of the citadel bounced back so quickly after the massacre in S301. As time goes on more splits in dimensions means a constant influx of more Ricks and Mortys.

Not every rick invents the portal gun. The portal gun is rick’s ultimate source of power and what allows the citadel to exist. From what we learned from the half-truths in S301′s portal gun origin backstory, Ricks ostensibly go from dimension to dimension giving portal technology to other Ricks rather than each Rick inventing it on his own. Plus we saw in the last episode that the Mortytown Rick tries and fails to make portal fluid, and cop Rick calls it out “bootleg,” plus the factory Rick demands a portal gun because he must not be able to make one of his own. 

For the Ricks that didn’t invent their own, portal fluid and guns are regulated and not allowed to all Ricks freely. It begs the question of how many Ricks actually invented the portal gun on their own. In theory, it would only take just one figuring it out and then sharing it with all the others.

More evidence for Evil Morty = Rick’s original Morty. This has been a fan theory since Evil Morty first showed up but after S307 the evidence is even stronger. Evil Morty dodges questions about his original dimension and Rick, instead diverting with “we moved around a lot.” That basically leaves the door wide open for the reveal of him being Rick’s og Morty.

Plus, if the moving around part wasn’t a lie, that means he and Rick skipped universes Cronenberg-style more than once (Rick did say he’d pulled that stunt before). Think how disillusioned just one dimension move made our Morty, it’s no wonder Evil Morty turned into what he is if he went through multiple ruined dimensions. Beyond that, our Morty has been shown to be getting more jaded and downright cruel this season, enough that people were thinking he was turning into Evil Morty. If our Morty has devolved into his current state with just being around our Rick for a few years, imagine how the Morty our Rick was around since when he was a baby would have turned out.

Cop Rick is alive for a reason. He killed Cop Morty and turned himself in expecting to be shot off into space, but in the end he’s released by Ricks under evil Morty’s control. Him being alive still is not insignificant, even if just for the narrative and character implications more than plot reasons. 

Cop Rick’s first instinct is to trust. He trusted the Morty in the room with the crib. He trusted Cop Morty to do the right thing. He wants to believe in true justice and the goodness in people, and acts on that belief no matter the outcome for him. 

The real gut punch is he’s not just an outlier. He shows that Ricks do have an infallible sense of justice when it’s not smothered out by narcissism and nihilism. We’ve seen that our Rick, despite being an asshole, will choose to do the right thing- even if it’s the hard thing- at crucial moments: He puts the collar on Morty instead of himself when they’re falling to their deaths in the void, he turns himself in to the Galactic Federation in order to save his family. 

Cop Rick is still alive because he’s the hero our Rick would be if he wasn’t such a jaded asshole. He’s the proof that despite everything, Rick is at his core trying to be good. Maybe that kind of Rick is valuable to Evil Morty, or maybe it was just valuable to us to see this side of Rick so explicitly.

Evil Morty wants control. Evil Morty is living the ideal Morty existence, in control of himself and the universe around him. It’s all he’d want after a life where Rick was always in control, where he could do nothing to stop the machinations of the universe from nearly crushing him every adventure. As we saw really plainly with Copy Morty, when a Morty gets enough knowledge, experience, and freedom, they can’t stand being treated like sidekicks anymore. No wonder the Ricks put them in a school designed not to teach them to be more competent on adventures but instead to keep them helpless and subservient. 

It’s easy enough to follow the same trend in our Morty. He’s been fighting for more control all season– He chooses not to try to rescue Rick from prison. He’s fine with going against Rick’s plan in the Mad Max world. He’s the one who makes them go on the adventure with the Vindicators (and Rick loses his shit when he doesn’t get to be the only one saving the day anymore). And perhaps most telling, Morty’s ideal toxin-free self abandons Rick entirely and creates a situation where his whole job is to manipulate and control other people. 

Evil Morty is what happens when Morty’s struggle for power goes to it’s furthest degree. He wanted so bad to not be the sidekick anymore that he’d do anything, even if it meant becoming the villain. 

6

Not time for you I need money-

A doodle-comic I did back in January/February to kill time based in that day when the fUCKING MONOMONO MACHINE GAVE ME EVERYTHING EXCEPT SOMETHING FOR THE CHARACTER I WANTED TO TALK TO SO I ANGRILY  HAD TO REPEATEDLY GO BACK,DESTROY STUFF FOR MORE COINS,TRY AGAIN—- (Btw, Rantarou was in the closest room I could get coins in so I would visit him a lot…)

Propably someone posted something like this already but as I was cleaning folders I saw the files there and decided to save them here since I can’t take the pictures with me at the moment- 

things i love about Bakugou include:

  • his adorable spiky hair
  • his orange/red eyes
  • his eyes are so pretty??? he’s got long eyelashes and they’re just… so damn pretty…. wtf
  • he’s just so pretty and he looks like a tiny, angrier version of his mom and that’s adorable
  • his adorable baby sideburns
  • his BUFF ASS ARMS
  • how fucking creative he is with his powers?? like?? he’s so good at controlling his explosions and coming up with super creative ways to use them???
  • his adorable little cocky smirks
  • his “i give no fucks except actually i do but i will never fucking admit to it so shut your fucking mouth before i blow your ass up” attitude
  • how he’s an angry crier and super emotional 
  • how he’s actually pretty chill too??? when he’s not pissed off????
  • how he shows kindness by being an aggressive, angry little shit
  • how he’s a little shit in general
  • mr. “only time he smiles is when Deku gets punched in the nuts” 
  • and then he calls the kid cute
  • Bakugou no
  • how he doesn’t wear socks
  • his dumbass baggy pants. child. child pull up your pants. please. 
  • his tanktops
  • how he shows off his teeth when he’s in battle as if he’s trying to intimidate his opponents by showing his teeth like animals do
  • how tiny he looks with sleeves on but then he looks fucking hUGE in tank tops 
  • his dumbass adorable little description for his hero outfit (including KILL WITH MY KNEES and SOMETHING AWESOME!!!)
  • also his shitty little doodles of himself and the how he actually kinda sucks at art when he’s so good at everything else
  • how he’s SUPER SMART but doesn’t know how to friend
  • HOW HE’S 3RD IN THE CLASS he’s mr. blasty angry guy but BOY DON’T LET THAT FOOL YOU BOY IS SMART AS FUCK
  • “how does one show concern? oh, i know, by telling them WATCH YOUR DAMN SELF”
  • how he admires All Might so much and wants to be just like him and has built his entire view of heroes on the person he admires the most b/c in the end he’s still just a kid and still has those pure, child-like admiration and goals ten years later and nothing is going to stop him from reaching those goals 
  • (which sometimes isn’t healthy or good but. still. he’s working on it)
  • how he comes up with dumbass nicknames for people he doesn’t care about b/c he’s too lazy to remember their names unless they catch his attention and earn his respect
  • how he’s slowly growing as a person and how he’s giving out advice to his classmates and doing it willingly and helping when they feel down and he’s slowly making friends even without really knowing how but the rest of the class is noticing that he’s not just an angry little rage machine but he’s slowly getting better and trying and they’re getting inspired by him 
  • i just love everything ok

Egotober, Day 08 - Bad news

Egotober list by @ego-surveillance-squad


Kind of just an excuse to draw the fandom’s newest baby…

nefarious ❖ chanyeol

anon requested: Heyo could I request some step brother chanyeol smut where they don’t get along and are constantly teasing each other (in a sexy way?). One day chanyeol is going through the girls Phone and finds her daddy kink bdsm Tumblr and decides to punish her ;) in turn some kinky sex with spanking and bondage. (Lol sorry this is so detailed chanyeol has been fucking me up lately)


(gif not mine, credits to the owner)

7456 words | smut, daddy kink, stepbrother-stepsister relationship, light bondage (choking, thigh riding, spanking), don’t like=don’t read | velvet

✎ Nefarious: wicked, villanous, despicable or simply Park Chanyeol.


Keep reading

so I did a bit of looking

as it turns out, this UTTP Bendy hate group actually seems to be delusional

they keep talking to bloggers and referring to them as “Bendy,” so I checked ‘em out on YouTube – there are several videos by different users talking about how “Bendy the Dancing Demon is real” and he “lives in New Jersey or New York” and “must be found”

so, er

we’re dealing with some

pretty interesting people, folks

#coffee #shop #fluff

Prompts: @imakeaesthetics
Authors: @queenofthyme

Sorry, I’m late,” Harry said as he hurriedly tied on his apron. “I swear it was the tube this - What? What’s wrong?”

Harry took in his boss’s expression and realised he wasn’t in trouble for being late. If anything, it was his boss that looked apologetic.

“I need you to train our new barista,” Tonks said, a weak smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“Of course,” Harry answered automatically. He had trained new staff before. It wasn’t too hard as long as the cafe wasn’t overrun with customers. And it was only a Tuesday. “Are they here yet?”

Tonks jerked an arm behind her and stepped to the side so Harry could see. Leaning on the counter by the cafe’s coffee machine was a tall, blonde-haired man with pointy features and long limbs. He was wearing the standard cafe apron over a three piece suit and a crisp white shirt secured with silver cufflinks. Despite the cups piling up next to the machine left by the register staff, he didn’t appear interested in fulfilling any orders.

“He’s…a little difficult,” Tonks explained, “But he’s my cousin and I promised his mother I’d get him a job. I’ve been trying to teach him but he’s testing my patience. Can you please take him off my hands so I can do some accounting? Please?”

Harry looked the man up and down. The phrase ‘fish out of water’ came to mind…“He doesn’t look like he needs a job.”

“He didn’t. Until last week. His parents were just jailed for fraud and embezzlement. They lost everything.”

Harry supposed he should feel sorry for the man, losing his parents, losing his money all in one go. But when the man stood there, with a snotty, disinterested expression, dressed in the most inappropriate clothes, that a month of Harry’s shifts still wouldn’t cover, it was hard to feel anything but resentment.

He sighed and nodded at Tonks. “I’l teach him,” he agreed.

Tonks actually jumped with relief - making Harry immediately regret his decision - and clapped Harry on the shoulder appreciatively before wasting no time in rushing back into the office in the cafe kitchens.

Harry took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders back. He could handle a snotty rich kid. He headed over quickly, conscious of the mounting coffee orders.  

“Hey, I’m Harry,” he said on approach, holding out a hand. The man stared at it, his expression unchanging. “This is the part where you tell me your name and we shake hands,” Harry prompted.

The man’s lip curled. “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” he said, still making no move to shake.

Harry lowered his hand, already understanding why Tonks had taken the opportunity to run away when she did. “So, what do you know about coffee?” He asked.

That got a reaction. The man - Draco - pushed off the counter and stood up straight, staring down at Harry pointedly. “I’m not a moron. I know how to make coffee.”

Harry blinked back up at Draco for a moment. He hadn’t noticed from afar how impossibly grey the man’s eyes were.

Keep reading

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.9

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 4.3k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9



“You lied to me!” the 15yr old Jungkook screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from streaming down his puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure hatred.

Jin, lifelessly looked at his youngest sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to tell you?”

“The truth!” the doe eyed boy spat.

“It doesn’t work like that Jungkook, especially in this family.”

“Family?!” Jungkook laughed, sounding as if he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”

At that, Jin closed his eyes in frustration – he knew that it was never easy for any of them to find out the truth, but Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled the others had shown great anger momentarily, but then they would get over it. Hell, even him himself hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the truth about his own mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different from the rest of them. He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and hadn’t become a cold-hearted machine that followed orders like the rest of them did.

Keep reading

Bts | Reaction | Euphoria

[ yall stay wanting to bring out the hoe in me lol thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy!! ;) ;) ]

Rated (M) for mature.


Seokjin

I think Jin would be soooo fucking spaced out for a minute - to the point he forgot where tf he was. Breathing heavily after you just finished rocking his world, he couldn’t even feel his body anymore, he was in the spirit realm now. It took a good five minutes for him to catch his breath, and come back down to earth, when he slowly directed his attention to your also sweaty figure - speechless

“Marry me…”

Yoongi 

Yoongi would be on cloud 3000 after this particular orgasm. Not only was it the hardest he had ever came, he hated to admit it, but you being dominate was definitely something he’d consider from now on for the future. From handcuffs, to orgasm-denial, all the way down to a vibrating cock ring, he thought you were planning on torturing him all night - and that’s exactly what you did. 

After finally giving him what he begged for after two whole hours, you were 67% sure that he shot out almost half of his children onto the bed sheets and his stomach. 

Dude didn’t even say anything afterwards, because lord knows he’d pass tf out after something like that. But, hey, actions do speak louder than words.

Namjoon

Don’t even get me started with this man. After an intense orgasm, give him about two minutes to be up and ready for a round two - I bet money on it.

Y’all could have just got done fucking each other from the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the window, to the wall - it didn’t matter -  Namjoon, I imagine, has the hIGHEST sex drive a human being could ever endure. You could have just got done riding him like a stallion, and all this man will need right after cumming damn near everything he had is some water. He’ll be right as rain, after that. 

“Break time’s over; face down, ass up, jagiya.” 

Hoseok

It would be a silent staring contest between the two of you, as you enjoyed your high together. It was your honeymoon, and just his luck he happened to marry the kinkiest little shit in the universe. I don’t think he would even have enough energy for a round two, not after how well you just treated him, that first round felt like thirty. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You breathlessly ask.

Hoseok would slowly glare at you, as he finally found his words. “There is no way in hell that you were a virgin before all this.”

“Hobi, I was a virgi-” 

“wHy tHe fuCk yOu LyINg.” 

Jimin

Another one who would be completely fucked out and in the spirit realm, possibly chilling with Jin. He knew that he just had the most intense orgasm of his life because even when you pulled off him, he was still going! Load after load just streaming out of him, like a faucet, coating his stomach and thighs as he laid on his back in pure bliss. 

“Damn, jagi, I might be the one who won’t be able to walk in the morning!” 

Taehyung 

He would be so proud of you; daddy’s little girl came a long way to where you were the one who had to give the aftercare for once, and he was stuck on his back in exhaustion while staring up at you in awe. If anything, you just made him add another reason to the list on why he should just wife you, already. Prepare to get praised and rewarded for the rest of the night.

“Did I do good, daddy?” 

Taehyung would look up at you slowly, his eyes piercing into yours. As a slow smirk would creep on his face, he’d grin at you slyly, and say: 

“Ready for round two?”

“But, isn’t daddy tired?” You would tilt your head in concern, only for him to gesture to his face before winking. 

“My mouth isn’t.~”  

Jungkook

Honestly, would be JungShook. Like, the two of you had sweat so much that the sheets looked like they just got done going through the washing machine. 

In other words, they were drenched

He’d be so shook, Jungkook would still be whimpering as you continued to ride him to help him through his high - body twitching so much from over-sensitivity that you had to hold him down by his shoulders. After calming down a little, you’d start whispering praises in his ear, soothing him by combing your fingers through his damp hair, while his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. 

“J-Jagi, you feel so good wrapped around me. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop..!” 

And thus, would work him up to the point a round two would commence. 

Too tired

Originally posted by shawnthecutest

Summary: Shawn stays up late to finish one of his songs and a very sleepy y/n comes to check on him.

Fluff (may give you some feels)

A/N: It’s just something short and i hope cute enough to give you some feels bc I’ve been really into Shawn lately and wanted to write something but I had this huge writer’s block so yeah, hope you like it :)

masterlist | request


   Shawn was sitting on the couch in the living room of his flat in Toronto, which he now shared with y/n, his girlfriend. It was almost 2am, he had his favourite guitar on his lap, scattered papers covering the floor and the couch. You see, Shawn had this amazing idea for a song and he’s been sitting like that for the past 4 hours, coming up with new lyrics to accompany the melody. 

    He has finished writing another line and was about to try it out with some tunes, but let out a long yawn. He shook his head slightly and run a hand over his face before getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, to keep him awake for some more time. 

    He switched on small lights that were placed underneath the cupboards, so that he can comfortably maneuver around the kitchen, without stubbing his little toe. He took out one of his favourite mugs, that you got him for your first anniversary, and quietly placed it on the hard counter. Then he took the right capsule and popped it into the coffee machine. As he waited for the drink to be made, he lifted up his arms above his head and stretched. He slightly bended to the sides and then moved around his shoulder blades until he heard a not so pleasent sound, but that little pop from his spine made him feel much, much better. Sitting for hours hunched over his guitar and notes weren’t doing his spine any favours. 

       The noises coming out of the machine made him close his eyes and take a deep breath, hold it in and then exhale. Then a strong smell of coffee filled up the room, immediately making Shawn feel more awake.

      While taking the first sip, which just burned his upper lip, he heard footsteps and a soft voice calling his name, “Shawn?”

      “In the kitchen, love.”

       A few seconds later y/n came into the room, dressed in one of his t-shirts and some underwear hidden underneath it, as it reached her mid-thigh. 

      “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?“

      “I’m just finishing a song, I’ll be done so-”

      “Shawn, it’s 2am. Baby, you’re overworking yourself again.” She run her hand up and down his back, his free arm wrapping around her shoulders, pressing her smaller form into his body. 

         Shawn pressed a gentle kiss at the top of her head, “Go back to bed, I’ll come to you soon.”

         Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but a yawn escpaed her mouth instead so she shook her head. “Nah, you’re coming with me. I can see you’re tired, Shawn. Please, take a break and get some rest.”

         Now it was Shawn’s turn to shake his head, taking three sips of his coffee. His hand was now resting on her hip and she wrapped her arms around his waist, sleepily resting her head against his broad chest. 

      “I can’t, it’s almost finished, I promise. Just one more hour and I’ll go to bed.”

       Shawn heard a sigh leave y/n’s lips and then she stood on her tippy toes to press a little kiss just underneath his jawline. 

      “I’m too tired to argue so I’m gonna go back to bed. Come cuddle whenever you’re done, rockstar.” Shawn couldn’t help but smile and placed one more kiss on her lips, she hummed in agreement against his mouth, and then left the kitchen with Shawn following closely. He stopped in front of the living room when he saw y/n open the door to their laundry room.

      “Love, that’s not our bedroom.” He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh, watching y/n stop in her tracks, pure confusion written over her face. 

      She mumbled a “what?” and quickly switched on the light in the room to, in fact, be faced with a washing machine and a dryer.

      “Dammit,” she said before switching off the light in the laundry room, closing the door and going now in the right direction.

      “Goodnight, baby. I love you,” Shawn called after her, a smile on his face, a warm feeling spreading in his chest.