#Bold Phone Accessories

[l337gamingapparel]

Resurrected | Gaming-Themed | Slim Phone Case

These flexible, super-slim cases provide a flawless fit and translate your ideas into high-detail designs. With their slim lines, glossy finish, and their lightweight construction, they’re the perfect accessory that complements your phone’s aesthetics.

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Awaken the gamer within with our Resurrected Dead Gaming-Themed Slim Phone Cases! Embrace the revival of gaming nostalgia fused with modern style. Slim, sleek, and designed to protect your phone with a touch of gaming spirit. Level up your phone case game and resurrect the gaming vibes. Dive into the past, resurrected for the present. Elevate your device, embrace the gaming resurrection! #GamingStyle #PhoneCaseRevival #ResurrectedGaming

[bosscovers]

Express your bold style with our Pop Culture Lips Phone Case. This eye-catching design features vibrant, trendy lips inspired by pop culture, adding a fun and edgy twist to your everyday look. Crafted for durability and protection, this case is perfect for those who want to make a statement while keeping their phone safe. With options for iPhone, Samsung Galaxy, and Google Pixel devices, you can choose between a glossy or matte finish to suit your vibe. Let your phone do the talking with this iconic pop art accessory!

[hk90sstuff]

Colorful Pattern iPhone 15 Case - Vibrant and Stylish Cover for Your Phone

[himokay]

Silen Guardian iphone Case

Silent Guardian Case by Him_Yadav

Designed for the Apple iPhone 14 Pro

Made with high-quality polycarbonate

Ultra slim fit with easy snap-on design

Long lasting vibrant printing will resist scratching, peeling and fading

Case does not interfere with wireless charging

[bambambwi]

I wanna try too!

Recently, your boyfriend, Kwon Ji Yong aka G-Dragon, went viral on TikTok for his bold new fashion style and you wanted to try it out as well.

You were at home, mindlessly scrolling through your TikTok feed out of boredom when a particular video suddenly caught your attention.

It was a video of someone dressing up like your boyfriend. You thought it was cute, so you started scrolling through similar videos, amused by how many people were recreating his look. And the more you scrolled, the more videos you found of fans imitating ji yong’s bold new style, breaking down his outfit choices, and even joking about how only he could pull off such daring fashion.

And that’s when an idea struck you.

Smirking to yourself, you got up and walked over to the closet you shared with ji yong, browsing through his outfits in search of the perfect one. If everyone else was recreating his look, why not join in on the fun?

You found yourself wearing a soft patterned cardigan layered over a shirt, paired with blue flared pants. Stepping in front of the mirror, you examined your reflection, tilting your head. Something was missing.

Glancing back into the closet, your eyes landed on a headscarf tucked between ji yong’s accessories. A smirk tugged at your lips it was the perfect finishing touch.

While you were busy adding the final touches to your outfit, the front door clicked open. You didn’t hear it at first, too focused on adjusting the headscarf.

ji yong stepped inside, expecting to find you in the living room, but the space was empty. His brows furrowed slightly as he set down his keys, glancing around.

“y/n?” he called out, but there was no response.

Curious, he made his way toward your shared bedroom, pushing the door open. The sight that greeted him made him stop in his tracks.

There you were, standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed in his signature style soft patterned cardigan, layered shirt, blue flared pants, and now, the headscarf tied perfectly into place.

Just as he saw you, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, collapsing onto the floor. His laughter rang out,  holding onto his stomach, almost breathless.

“You—” He managed between laughs, wiping his eyes. “You’re so cute.”

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow as you struck another playful pose in the mirror. 

ji yong grinned and without missing a beat, he skipped toward you, pulling out his phone.

“Hold that pose!” he said, snapping pictures of you as you stood there, playing along. He couldn't stop smiling as he captured the moment.

As ji yong scrolled through the pictures he had taken, his eyes kept flicking back to you, who was busy admiring your outfit in the mirror. The sight of you so confidently rocking his style made his heart swell, and before you knew it, he couldn’t hold back the cutie aggression he had for you and scooped you up in his arms and smothered your face with kisses.

You squealed, trying to wriggle away between laughter but he was relentless, pressing playful kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, and even your nose.

“You’re adorable!” he said between each kiss, his voice full of affection.

After smothering you with kisses, he finally let you go, his grin still wide as he stepped back to catch his breath. You playfully brushed yourself off, trying to act nonchalant, but an idea quickly sparked in your mind.

You playfully mimicked his moves from power but kept it light and silly with exaggerated gestures and some goofy spins.

ji yong watched you, barely able to contain his laughter. “Oh my god,” he gasped, laughing so hard he almost fell over again. “You’re killing me, do it one more time, I need to record this!”

He quickly pulled out his phone, grinning ear to ear, ready to capture your cute and playful performance once again.

After recording your playful dance, he watched the video, his laughter bubbling up once more as he glanced back at you. Still grinning, he couldn’t resist pulling you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck with a soft chuckle.

The sudden closeness made you laugh, but before you could speak, ji yong lost his balance and in a playful tumble, both of you fell onto the bed, him landing flat on top of you.

You let out a surprised yell, the shock of his weight making you both burst into even more laughter. He looked down at you, still on top, his face inches from yours as he smirked. “Whoops” he said, barely able to keep his own laughter in check.

ji yong grinned down at you, not even trying to hide his amusement. “Oh, no, you’re not getting away today” he said, his voice teasing but full of warmth.

He settled more comfortably on top of you, his arms trapping you in a cozy, playful hold. “Why are you so cute?’’ he said with his smile softening as he nuzzled against you again.

You laughed, but there was no escaping the snug, warm embrace as he stayed right where he was, making sure you couldn’t get up anytime soon.

[eternallyhyucks]

anton as a down bad college bf

— no warnings, fluff, wc: 311

— feeling crazy & insane i love anton real bad

𖤐 ྀ

you two were most definitely close friends before you started dating

the type to pay attention to and notice every little thing about you, but not say too much about it

like if you went to eat and mentioned you liked a specific kind of drink, he’d bring it for you another day

would 100% know your coffee order by heart

everyone knew he liked you way before you did just because of the way he looked at you

but you! are! clueless!

asks you to study so he can giggle at you struggling to finish anything

would listen to the same music as you while you’re doing work just because

also because he loves being around you so much

since you were friends before dating, your friends already know each other so when he’s over at your dorm or apartment, no one bats an eye

which is why he goes so often😁

loves when your friends tell him about how much you mention him

would leave his clothes at your place “by accident” and pretend he’s not about to start tweaking when you actually wear them

& loves when you give him your accessories to wear too

always texts you about things happening during his classes

“this kid keeps playing and losing that snake game”

“oh my god my prof wont stop teaching i cant believe hes actually doing his job rn”

“i should’ve skipped today”

speaking of skipping (which i do not condone😄), he would probably try and get you to skip with him so he can “be productive”

would have polaroids of the two of you hung up in his room omg & probably keeps one in his phone case, occasionally changing them😭😭😭😭

loves walking you to your classes, especially in the winter and fall time because it gives him an excuse to nonchalantly hold your hand :’)

©eternallyhyucks

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[cool-fancier]

Bitter Devotion

Karina(Yu Jimin) x Female Reader

Synopsis: When love blossoms between two women, one finds salvation while the other hides a sinister agenda. Lies unravel, hearts break, and a single betrayal threatens to destroy everything.

Word Count:2.2k

— — — — — — —

The first time you met Karina, it was as if the universe had finally decided to show you mercy. You were drowning in the suffocating world your parents had created—a world where love was measured in favors and worth was tied to success. The charity gala was one of many events you'd been forced to attend, another chance for your mother to parade you like an accessory. You'd perfected your role over the years: polite smiles, graceful nods, the right words at the right times. But inside, you felt like a hollow shell.

Karina shattered that the moment she walked into your life.

It was a fleeting interaction at first. She'd introduced herself with an easy confidence, her voice like silk against the din of polite chatter around you.

"You look like someone who's good at pretending to care about all this," she'd said, smirking as she tilted her head toward the ballroom full of polished guests. "But I can tell you don't."

You'd blinked at her, startled. It wasn't often someone saw through you so quickly.

"And you're different?" you asked, your voice teasing but cautious.

"Completely," she said without missing a beat, her eyes locking onto yours. "I'm here for the wine and maybe one interesting conversation. Looks like I just found it."

It was bold, unexpected, and utterly disarming. For the first time in years, you felt the weight on your chest lighten, if only slightly. That night, you laughed more than you had in years. Karina's humor was sharp but never cruel, her insights revealing a depth that left you wanting more.

And more you got.

— — — — —

Karina became a fixture in your life almost overnight. She texted you after the gala, her messages casual but consistent, like she'd known you for years. Lunch dates turned into late-night phone calls, and before you knew it, you were spending nearly every waking moment with her. She was warm in a way no one else had ever been. She remembered the little things—how you liked your coffee, the books you loved but never had time to read, the way you hated the rain but loved the sound of it against the windows.

When you told her about your family—how your mother's cold ambition had shaped your entire life, how your father followed her lead with quiet detachment—Karina listened without judgment. She didn't try to fix anything or offer hollow platitudes. Instead, she gave you something you'd never had before: a safe space to just be.

"I don't know how you survived growing up like that," she'd said one evening, her voice soft as you lay tangled together on the couch. "But I'm glad you did. I'm glad I found you."

Those words had stayed with you, burrowing deep into your heart. For the first time, you felt like someone saw you—not the polished version your parents had crafted, but the raw, unguarded you. Karina made you feel special in a way you didn't think was possible.

— — — — —

The proposal came a year later, under a canopy of stars. Karina had taken you on a surprise trip to a secluded cabin, the kind of place where the world seemed to fall away. You'd spent the evening by the fire, sipping wine and sharing dreams for the future. When she knelt in front of you, holding out a delicate ring, your breath caught.

"I love you," she said, her voice trembling. "More than I ever thought I could love anyone. You've given me a reason to believe in happiness, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel as loved as you've made me feel."

Tears blurred your vision as you nodded, barely able to get the word "yes" past the lump in your throat. That night, you felt like you'd finally found the family you'd always longed for.

— — — — —

A year into your marriage, Karina suggested a dinner with your parents. It had been a while since the four of you sat down together, and you hoped it was a sign that things were improving. Karina had been distant lately—her once-effortless affection replaced with brief, almost obligatory gestures. You told yourself it was work stress. She'd been expanding her business, taking on larger clients and more demanding projects.

The dinner started well enough. Your mother was in high spirits, no doubt pleased to have such an impressive daughter-in-law to show off. Karina played her role perfectly, charming your parents with her wit and business acumen. Even your father, typically reserved, seemed taken with her.

"So, Karina," your mother said, swirling her wine. "What's next for you? Surely someone as ambitious as you has a grand plan."

Karina smiled, the picture of grace. "Oh, always," she said lightly. "But right now, I'm focused on building something lasting. Both in business and in life."

Your mother nodded approvingly, clearly pleased with the answer. You felt a swell of pride, convinced once again that Karina was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

— — — — —

Later, as the conversation continued, Karina excused herself to use the bathroom. It wasn't unusual, but something about the way she glanced toward your father's office before leaving the table stuck with you. You brushed it off, focusing instead on your parents' rare moment of warmth.

It wasn't until much later, after dinner had ended and your parents had retired for the night, that you noticed something strange. Passing by your father's office on the way to the kitchen, you saw the light was on. Curious, you pushed the door open slightly and froze.

Karina was at the desk, rifling through papers. She looked up sharply at the sound of the door, her expression unreadable.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice low and uncertain.

She straightened, closing the drawer she'd been searching. "I was just looking for a pen," she said smoothly. "Your father mentioned needing to sign something earlier, and I thought I'd save him the trouble."

It was a plausible excuse, but something about it felt off. You wanted to ask more, but the exhaustion of the evening weighed on you, and you let it slide.

— — — — —

Unbeknownst to you, Karina had found exactly what she was looking for. Among the neatly organized files were documents that confirmed her suspicions: years ago, your mother had manipulated Karina's family out of their fortune. Karina's mother had been left destitute, forced to rebuild from nothing while your mother profited from her downfall.

Karina had spent years climbing her way to the top, meticulously crafting the perfect façade to get close to your family. And now, she had everything she needed. Bank statements, contracts, correspondences—proof of your mother's deceit. With this, she could destroy your mother's empire, just as her mother's had been destroyed.

But as she stood there, holding the evidence in her hands, a pang of something unexpected twisted in her chest. She thought of you—your smile, your laugh, the way you'd looked at her when she proposed. For the first time, she hesitated.

— — — — —

Her hesitation didn't last. A week later, your mother was arrested for fraud, her assets seized, her reputation ruined. Karina had orchestrated it all, her plan unfolding flawlessly. But her triumph was hollow. No matter how much she tried to justify her actions, she couldn't shake the image of your tear-streaked face when you learned the truth.

And you would. Because secrets like this never stayed buried for long.

— — — — —

After your mother's arrest, everything changed. Karina didn't seem triumphant or even relieved—she just seemed different. The warmth she once radiated, the way she would reach for your hand without thinking, the lingering kisses that used to make you feel cherished—all of it vanished. She became distant, like a ghost of the woman who had promised to love you forever.

At first, you tried to rationalize it. The stress of the past few weeks, the pressure of running her business—surely those things were taking a toll. But as days turned into weeks, her coldness only grew. She was no longer the Karina who brought you coffee in bed or whispered sweet nothings in the quiet hours of the night. Instead, she snapped at you over small things, ignored your attempts to connect, and retreated into her office for hours at a time.

— — — — —

One evening, after another strained dinner, you tried to confront her.

"Karina, what's going on?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and sadness. "You've been so... distant. Did I do something wrong?"

She didn't even look up from her phone. "You're imagining things," she said flatly, scrolling through emails.

"I'm not imagining it," you pressed, your chest tightening. "You barely talk to me anymore. You don't even look at me the same way."

Her eyes flicked to you, cold and unreadable. "Not everything is about you, you know. Maybe I'm just tired."

Her words hit like a slap, leaving you momentarily speechless. Tired? That was her excuse for the growing chasm between you?

"Karina, I love you," you said softly, desperately. "I just want to help. Please talk to me."

She sighed, setting her phone down with deliberate slowness. "Maybe I don't need help. Maybe you should stop trying to fix things that aren't broken."

The words were like daggers, and you felt tears prick your eyes. She had never spoken to you like this before, and the pain of her indifference was almost unbearable.

— — — — —

The weeks that followed were no better. Karina became colder, her dismissive tone and distant attitude leaving you reeling. She started staying out late without explanation, her phone glued to her hand whenever she was home. The intimacy you'd once shared was gone, replaced by a suffocating silence that made your heart ache.

One night, unable to sleep, you wandered into the kitchen to get some water. As you passed Karina's office, you heard her voice through the slightly ajar door. Curious, and more than a little desperate for answers, you paused.

"No, everything went according to plan," she was saying, her tone sharp and businesslike. "Her mother's assets were seized, and the old woman's in prison where she belongs."

Your blood turned to ice.

"She never saw it coming," Karina continued, her voice tinged with something cruel. "It was almost too easy. Playing the devoted wife was the perfect cover."

Your stomach dropped as you clung to the doorframe for support, your mind racing to make sense of what you were hearing. Playing the devoted wife? What was she talking about?

"Yes, I used her," Karina said, her voice colder than you'd ever heard. "She was just a means to an end. The perfect way to get close to her family."

Your heart shattered as the full weight of her words sank in. Every tender moment, every whispered promise—it had all been a lie. Tears streamed down your face as you stood frozen, unable to move or speak.

Karina's next words cut through you like a knife: "No, I don't regret it. Her family got what they deserved. And she... she was just collateral damage."

That was it. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, your breath hitching as a sob escaped your throat. Before you could stop yourself, you pushed the door open, your voice trembling with pain and fury.

"Tell me it's not true," you demanded, your tears falling freely. "Tell me I didn't just hear you say that."

Karina's head snapped up, her face a mask of shock and guilt. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words, but the coldness quickly returned to her expression.

"You shouldn't eavesdrop," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

Her dismissiveness made something inside you snap. "Eavesdrop?" you repeated, your voice rising. "Karina, you used me! You lied to me, to my face! Was any of it real? Any of it at all?"

For a brief moment, you saw something flicker in her eyes—regret, sorrow, maybe even love. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the icy mask you'd come to dread.

"It doesn't matter," she said quietly. "What's done is done."

You stared at her, your chest heaving as the weight of her betrayal crushed you. "You promised me forever," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I loved you. I trusted you. And you used me like I was nothing."

Karina looked away, her jaw tightening. "You were never nothing," she said, almost too softly to hear.

But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

— — — — —

You turned and stumbled out of the room, your vision blurred by tears. Karina didn't follow you, didn't call your name. You made it to your bedroom before collapsing onto the floor, your sobs echoing in the empty space.

In the silence that followed, one thought consumed you: Was this love ever real, or had it always been a beautifully crafted lie?

And in her office, Karina sat alone, her phone still in her hand, staring at the door you'd just walked through. For the first time in her life, she felt the weight of her choices—but pride kept her rooted in place. Even if she wanted to chase after you, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Not yet.

[alittlegiraffe]

Based on this request from @tomdayaloveforever:

Simply amazing 🤩 I have one more request: In the 90s/2000s, married to a supermodel (people speculate because they got married quickly and Eminem is Eminem). During a Victoria Secrets fashion show, a singer who attacked their relationship was going to perform and when Marshall's wife was going to enter, the singer's sound was cut to a diss song by Marshall playing while his wife parades with a chain with his name/initials around her neck.

Title: Runway of Defiance

The air was electric in the bustling backstage of the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. Supermodels flitted between stylists, makeup artists, and wardrobe assistants, each one a vision of glamour. You stood among them, the newest face in the lineup, and the wife of none other than Eminem.

Their marriage had been a whirlwind—a lightning-fast romance that captivated the tabloids and sent gossip columns into overdrive. Many doubted the union, speculating it wouldn’t last. Others criticized you for tying the knot with the controversial rapper, while some outright dismissed your love as a publicity stunt. None of it mattered to you though. You knew the truth of your connection, and so did Marshall.

Tonight was your night. Your debut on the Victoria’s Secret runway was a dream come true, but the whispers backstage were hard to ignore. Scheduled to perform was pop singer Roxy, who had made her disdain for you and Eminem’s relationship publicly known. The feud between Eminem and Roxy had only fueled the media firestorm, and tonight promised to be another chapter in their ongoing saga.

As you slipped into your final outfit, a stunning ensemble of shimmering silver, a stylist handed her one last accessory: a delicate yet bold chain with the initials "M.M." embedded in diamonds. She smiled, feeling a surge of confidence as she fastened it around her neck. This wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was a statement.

Out on the runway, Roxy’s set began. The crowd cheered, oblivious to the tension brewing behind the scenes. You waited for your cue, the familiar nerves tingling through you as you took a deep breath.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Just as Roxy launched into the chorus of her hit song—one infamous for its not-so-subtle digs at you and Marshall—the music abruptly cut out. The speakers crackled, and the room held its breath. Then, a familiar beat dropped.

Marshall's voice boomed through the venue, the diss track he’d recorded in response to Roxy’s jabs playing loud and clear. The crowd gasped, the atmosphere thick with shock and anticipation.

You stepped onto the runway, your head held high. You moved with grace, your every step exuding confidence. The chain around your neck caught the light, the "M.M." glinting with each stride. The audience’s eyes were glued to you, captivated by the audacity and brilliance of the moment.

Marshall had orchestrated this. His way of standing by your side, even when he wasn’t physically there. It was bold, defiant, and so very him.

As the diss track continued to play, you finished your walk, pausing at the end of the runway to flash a knowing smile. The crowd erupted into applause, the energy in the room electric.

Backstage, the producers scrambled, Roxy fuming as she stormed off. But you didn’t care. You had made your statement, and it was clear: you were a team, and no one would tear you apart, especially not pop stars and media outlets.

As you exited the stage, your phone buzzed in your dressing room. A text from Marshall.

"You killed it out there. Proud of you. Love you."

You smiled, and your heart swelled with love. You had faced the world’s judgment, but with Marshall by your side, you felt unstoppable. Together, you were a force to be reckoned with—a love story that no one could rewrite.

---------------------------------------------------

The aftermath of the Victoria’s Secret fashion show was a whirlwind. Social media exploded with reactions, from adoration to outrage. Headlines screamed about the unexpected diss track, labeling it everything from a power move to an outright scandal. Yet, amidst the chaos, you and Marshall had found solace in each other.

Back at your home in Detroit, you sat on your couch, scrolling through the flood of news and comments online. Marshall, his signature smirk playing on his lips, glanced over at you. "Looks like we broke the internet."

You chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Was that the plan? Become the first couple to cross the tabloid rumors and make it online?"

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "The plan was to show them we don’t back down. No matter what they say."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. "You didn’t have to do that, you know. I could’ve handled it."

"I know you could’ve," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "But I wanted to. No one messes with my wife and gets away with it."

His words sent a warmth through you, the kind that only he could ignite. Despite his tough exterior and sharp tongue, Marshall had always been fiercely protective of you, your love a sanctuary from the relentless scrutiny of the outside world.

As the days passed, the buzz around the fashion show didn’t die down. Invitations for interviews and talk shows poured in, each one eager to get their perspective on the night’s events. But you and Marshall remained silent, choosing instead to let your actions speak for themselves.

One evening, as you sat in your living room, you were scrolling through fan reactions on a chat board, you paused on a particular post. It was a fan art of your runway walk, the chain around her neck prominently displayed, with the caption: A queen standing by her king.

You showed it to Marshall, who grinned. "Looks like they get it."

You nodded, your heart swelling with pride. "Yeah, they do."

Still, not everyone was pleased. Roxy’s camp had issued a statement, calling the incident "unprofessional" and "disrespectful." Rumors swirled of a potential lawsuit, but you weren’t worried. You knew Marshall had dealt with worse before, and together, you could handle anything.

One afternoon, as you enjoyed a rare moment of peace in your backyard with the girls, Marshall’s phone buzzed. It was Paul, his manager, with news that Roxy had indeed filed a lawsuit for defamation and breach of contract.

Marshall sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Looks like it’s time to lawyer up."

You placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "We’ll get through it. Like we always do."

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering resolve. "Yeah, we will."

As the legal battle loomed, you decided to take control of the narrative. You agreed to an exclusive interview with a respected magazine, one that had always treated you with fairness. The feature would focus on your journey from a small-town girl to a supermodel, touching on your marriage with Marshall, but with an emphasis on her resilience and strength.

The interview was a hit, painting you not as a mere extension of your famous husband, but as a force in your own right. It resonated with fans and critics alike, shifting the public perception in your favor.

When it became apparent that Roxy had lost the fight in the press, the lawsuit was eventually dropped. So you and Marshall celebrated quietly, toasting to your victory with glasses of champagne in their living room.

As you clinked your glasses, Marshall leaned in, his voice low and filled with affection. "No matter what comes our way, we’ve got each other. That’s all that matters."

You smiled, your heart full. "Always."

Your bond, forged in the fire of public scrutiny and hardened by your unwavering love, remained unbreakable. Together, you stood as a testament to the power of unity, proving that no amount of criticism or controversy could shake the foundation you had built.

In a world that constantly tried to tear you down, you and Marshall rose above, stronger than ever, your love a beacon of defiance and strength.

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

🎀 in the late night of june, you sit beneath a mystic moon. well, rather, you're in a bar, all by your lonesome, pondering on what to order. in your daze, you didn't even see the strange man watching you.

yandere oc! x fem! reader

Despite being late June, the weather could not seem to make up its mind on how it was going to go. For the past few days, the sky kept going back and forth between being a beautiful blue to then suddenly changing to a gloomy grey, the air growing heavy with the threat of a downpour on any unsuspecting pedestrian.

You suppose you were no better than the weather, you figured. Toying with the the menu between your fingers, you noticed how it was filled to the brim with various drinks ranging from alcoholic to non alcoholic, hot or cold drinks, all of which was printed out on a pristine piece of jet black paper.

What to drink , what to drink?

The stress of exams was too much to bear, perhaps you could blame that for being so damn indecisive.

You let out a shiver as you noticed the waitresses cranking up the air conditioning to an insane degree. What was she trying to do, freeze you to death?! How inconsiderate...!

With a huff, you focused your attention back on the menu and came to the rational realization that perhaps it was for the best to get a simple fruit juice. But which kind? The offer was diverse and each flavor would surely satisfy your aching throat.

Just as you were getting ready to call out the waitresses, she seemingly beat you to the punch as she scurried towards you, a mysterious drink in her hand. The crystal glass shimmered softly against the dimly lit bar as the woman placed the drink in front of you, along with a scrunched up piece of paper. It couldn't be a bill as you had not ordered anything yet...

Seeing the confusion swirling in your eyes, the waitresses gave you a wink, beating you once again in terms of speed.

"See that guy in the corner over there?" she asked you, her tone laced with a sort of excitement. You nod, albeit slightly dumbly.

"It's from him!" she chirps happily.

Odd. You could have sworn that seat was not occupied just a few moments ago.

Taking the piece of paper in your hands, you unfold it to reveal neat handwriting, each letter and syllable written gently with a basic blue ink pen. It was a string of numbers, most likely his own phone number. Raising your head towards his direction, you noticed him eyeing you up and down, a boyish grin on his face.

He seemed normal enough, you reckoned. He seemed to be around his mid 20's, average height. He wore basic blue jeans and a cozy looking black t-shirt, which had no print on it. There were little to no accessories on his person other than a string which was hanging around his neck, most likely a necklace but was hidden from your view. Another thing worth taking note of was his phone case, which had a print of the Ghostface mask from the Scream franchise.

Ah, so he was a horror fan. How neat.

Feeling a little bold, you grabbed both your drink and the note and made your way towards him, never once breaking eye contact with the mystery man. Without a word, you shimmied across from him as you placed everything on the wooden table. A strange silence hovered in the air as neither one of you spoke for those few moments, but the man was clearly amused. Something was going on inside his head and he made no attempt to hide it, his light brown eyes basically dancing with pure glee. As if to ease the tension, he lightly smacked his lips and spoke:

"So. How are you on this fine evening?"

His tone was casual, as if he had known you for years, like he was chatting with an old pal back from the good ol' days. His entire demeanor was calm, dare you say friendly even. He raised his glass to his lips, the amber liquid in it swishing away as he took a sip, his gaze still not leaving yours.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

You couldn't help but to giggle a little.

"Ah, she speaks! Such delight!"

His tone was sweet like candy, lulling you in to feel safe. It was embarrassing how there was a part of you that actually seemed to be enjoying this encounter, but how could you not?

Life was so stale sometimes, so dull. The most exciting thing that would happen were the occasional outings with friends, all of which you loved dearly but... You craved more. It was unsure what you craved exactly, what you needed to get your heart beating and pulsing, but regardless you needed some excitement.

It was good to change the pace every once in a while.

The evening went on and you came to learn that the name of the mystery man was Will, an engineer student who transferred recently. He liked horror movies, mystery novels, cars and good beer. It was easy to chat and you shared many things with Will, even going as far to express the desire to see him again.

The sentiment was very much mutual.

As closing time was due, you exited the establishment with Will, his hand playfully linked with yours as he talked your ear off all of the fake guts in horror movies. He was so fascinated with the way films handled the production of those fake body parts, gooey blood and potential inducing nightmare fuel.

You made your way down the street together, the darkness of the night sky being slightly broken by the old street lights.

"Y'know..." he trailed off. He was still smiling.

"I always wondered what it would be like to actually kill a person."

It took a few seconds for you to realize just what he exactly said. Stopping dead in your tracks you turned towards Will, a flabbergasted look on your face. You felt the hair at the back of your hair stand up as the wind picked up, the leaves around you going in every direction, a warning of what was potentially to come.

Suddenly, the sound of loud and absurd laughter came bursting out of him, you soon following suit. It was borderline manic as he held your hand in his own, but being so lost in the sweet comfort of earlier you chose to not think about his worrying statement. Most horror enthusiasts were a little quirky anyway, Will was probably like that too.

And just like that, you parted ways for the evening, both parties promising to get in touch as soon as possible.

The walk home was swift as each step made you feel like a silly schoolgirl who just had her first kiss.

It was just so refreshing, like gentle rainy dew on a hot day.

Making your way back home, you fumbled with the keys inside your bag and opened the door with lightning speed. Kicking off your shoes and tossing the purse on the bed, you grabbed your phone and the piece of paper, pondering on the thought of whether you should just save his number or not. You were clearly going to be seeing him for a while, so -

Ding!

The text message was so sudden that you almost threw your phone on the ground. One mini heart attack later, you saw that the string of numbers were the same ones from before, so you quickly opened the message.

"What's your favorite scary movie ;))"

You snorted. He was so cheesy but damn it all if it wasn't cute.

"I like Scream a lot, if that makes you happy :D"

It took him a few minutes to respond.

"Good choice. But, personally, I'd really like to make my own scary movie with you... I could make you the main star."

Oh... Well. You're not sure how to respond to that. You stop and think, only for the sudden feeling of unease to come back. You remain still and try to brainstorm a response, but Will is faster.

"What wrong baby? Did I scare you? :)"

Ah. He's really committing to the part, isn't he? The best thing to do would be to just call him out.

"Haha, very funny Will! And no, you did not scare me, I'm just a slow texter!!!!"

Perhaps it was time to call it a night. It's been a rough week and you were not in the mood for these games. Halfway as you were turning away, your phone suddenly rang. You sharply turned your head back, wondering why Will was calling you so late. Perhaps he didn't get social cues? Your discomfort should have been obvious from the get go, but you still decide to pick up. Parting your lips, you started to talk but a male voice interrupted you instead.

"This isn't Will baby. But I'll be more than happy to make you my Sidney Prescott."

All the air was knocked out of your lungs as your eyes bulged so hard out of your head, threatening to pop like cheap balloons.

He was right. That was not Will's voice. The mystery caller cackled, his voice ringing loudly in your ear, the sound almost too painful for your mind.

"Didn't think you'd actually pick up." he continued. "I kept an eye on you all night, and you didn't even see me! Now that baby, is skill! "

He sounded so proud, like a child who just got a high mark on a test, as if he didn't even see just how wrong this whole situation really was. Mustering up the courage, you spoke up:

"Where's Will?"

Silence. The other line was dead silent but the caller didn't end the line.

You really did not like where this was heading.

"And why would you care where he is?" inquired the man, his voice changing from menacing to serious. Your silence spurred him on, making him more mad.

"You're my girl, even if you don't know it yet. I won't have you sweet talkin' with other men."

You let out a shocked scoff and quickly hung up. You smacked the phone against the table as an audible smack! echoed across the room. Crossing your arms close to your chest, you sprawled across the cozy bed with worry on your mind as the heart in your chest beat like crazy, pumping and pumping sheer adrenaline.

Despite all that, you somehow managed to fall asleep.

You didn't even get to see the last text the creepy caller had sent.

"I'll make you my girl, even if it's the last thing I ever do."

That was not a threat. But rather, a promise.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

11: CROSSING LINES

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Summary: You wake up on the next morning to a flood of notifications on Instagram after posting the bracelet you designed for Bucky's birthday. Unknowingly, you included some of Bucky's vibranium arm in the shot, leading to unwanted attention and harsh comments online. Feeling guilty for exposing Bucky's private life, you seek advice from your besties before deciding to confess to Bucky.

Warnings: Mentions of online harassment, sexual content (explicit)

Word Count: 4365

Thank God for Sundays. No early rises and a whole day of respite from the duties of life. Bright sunlight was already filtering through the cracks in your blinds. You pulled your phone out of the charger and scrolled through the avalanche of notifications.

Your Instagram was on fire.

Your post from last night— the sleek, custom bracelet you’d designed for Bucky’s birthday— had exploded overnight. You opened the app and scrolled through the comments, your heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and dread.

The first few were kind enough:

@trulywicked: “This is such a unique design! I love how it feels like it tells a story all on its own.”

@tallyfitness: “Your work never fails to amaze me. This bracelet is an absolute masterpiece!”

@everydaydisco: “The detail on this bracelet is stunning! It feels so personal. Whoever it’s for is so lucky!”

But your stomach flipped as your gaze caught a few jarring words:

@givingscholar: “That arm in the corner… wait a minute, isn’t that…”

@juicybarbie: “The Winter Soldier? Didn’t see that coming.”

You scrolled up past the trolls as fast as you could, your cheeks flushing with heat. There it was in the photo— Bucky’s vibranium arm! How had you not noticed Bucky’s arm on the edge of the photo? It was just a partial shot on the side of the frame, but to the internet, it might as well be a giant neon sign.

@polymermaid: “Bucky Barnes?? Is this for him?”

@juicybarbie: “Can’t believe you’re making custom jewelry for ex-HYDRA operatives now. Bold choice.”

@longlaughs: “The Winter Soldier? Seriously? Guess you’re okay with a little war criminal PR for your business.”

@TheRealDealDude: “Winter Soldier rocking custom jewelry? The world really is upside down.”

@QueenOfQuips: “Guess you’ve got a thing for dangerous guys, huh?”

Your heart raced as you stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the sheer number of comments. Most of them were innocent or praising, but the bad harsher ones stung. You stared at the photo on your feed, the way it sat on Bucky’s wrist, remembering his face and the reverence with which he had put it on. It was one of your proudest creations.

You felt like a stab of guilt for thrusting him into the spotlight again. You knew how much he hated it, it was the reason he had avoided you in the first place. Your phone buzzed with a new notification. Someone had tagged you in a story. Bracing yourself, you opened it.

It was a repost of your bracelet with a caption: “Supporting war criminals is so in right now. Who knew accessory design could be this edgy?”

Your stomach churned as you stared at the repost, the caption was clearly written to judge both you and Bucky. It made you wonder why you’d posted the picture in the first place. You’d gotten too proud of yourself and it had ended up in you hurting Bucky. The last thing you wanted for him to feel uncomfortable again, or even worse, for him to think you’d intentionally exposed him.

In a panic you message your friends for advice.

8:33 AM - You: HELP!

8:36 AM - Hanna: What’s up? You okay?

8:36 AM - You: I fucked up... big time.

8:36 AM - Hanna: What happened?

8:37 AM - You: Okay, so yesterday, I posted the bracelet I made for Bucky on Instagram. It was just supposed to be a promo post— nothing major! But I accidentally left part of his vibranium arm in the photo.

8:37 AM - Aditi: And?

You sent them a link to your post.

8:40 AM - You: And now the comments section is blowing up. Like, some people are nice, but others are... not. I’m talking full-on trolls. People are calling him a war criminal, making gross jokes, and dragging my business into it.

8:41 AM - Aditi: Oh.

8:41 AM - Hanna: Ohhhh.

8:41 AM - You: Guys!!

8:41 AM - Aditi: Okay, deep breaths. This isn’t the end of the world.

8:42 AM - Hanna: Yeah, it’s not a big deal. People on the internet love to stir the pot.

8:42 AM - You: IT’S A HUGE DEAL! Look, I know we’ve not really talked about Bucky much, and I know you know who he is. But he’s a good guy— he’s been through so much, and he doesn’t want this kind of attention. He’s private for a reason.

There was a moment of silence from your friends.

8:45 AM - You: Are the two of you messaging each other privately rn?

8:45 AM - Hanna: Chill girl. I mean I get it, but it’s not like you posted this to expose him. It was totally an accident.

8:45 AM - You: I still feel awful. He trusted me enough to let me post this, and now I’ve put him in the spotlight without his consent. Should I tell him?

8:46 AM - Aditi: Does he even use Instagram? We couldn’t find him anywhere.

8:46 AM - You: Not really, but his friends do. Sam’s probably seen it already. And let’s be real— Sam will tell him. Fuck, Captain America already thinks I’m a fuck up. Now this!

You groaned. You didn’t want Bucky’s best friend to see you as a liability. For a moment you wondered why Sam’s opinion was so important to you. This relationship with Bucky was short lived, it had a very clear expiration date. Why did it even matter what his friends thought of you?

8:46 AM - Hanna: Why would they think you’re a fuck up?

Fuck! You didn’t want to get into the Leonard issue with them at the moment.

8:47 AM - You: That’s a story for another time.

8:47 AM - Hanna: Okay, let’s be logical about this. First, you didn’t do this with any bad intentions. You posted your work, which is incredible, by the way, and accidentally included a small detail. You’re not exactly TMZ.

8:47 AM - Aditi: Exactly. But honesty is probably the best move here. If you tell him before someone else does, you’re showing that you care about his feelings.

8:48 AM - You: But it feels like my fault! I should’ve noticed the arm in the photo before I posted it. He’s so private, and now… ugh, I feel like I’ve betrayed his trust.

8:48 AM - Hanna: I get it, but don’t spiral. Think about it this way: If you tell him, you’re being upfront and honest. He’ll appreciate that. If you don’t tell him, and Sam or someone else mentions it to him first, he might feel blindsided.

8:48 AM - Aditi: Hanna’s right. It’s better to tell him. But maybe don’t lead with “I posted your arm on Instagram and now everyone’s freaking out.

8:49 AM - You: Great, that’s great! THANKS! 🙄

8:49 AM - Hanna: Something like, “Hey, I posted a photo of the bracelet, and I didn’t realize part of your arm was in it. It’s getting some attention, and I wanted to tell you before you hear it from someone else.

8:49 AM - Aditi: And add, “If you want me to take it down, I will.”

You stared down at their advice, your gut feeling like it was tied in knots.

8:49 AM - You: I don’t know, guys. I feel like I’ve really fucked this up.

8:49 AM - Aditi: He’s your boyfriend. If he doesn’t understand that this was an accident, well then you need to dump him.

You sat on your bed, rereading your friends’ words. 

8:50 AM - You: Thanks, guys.

8:50 AM - Hanna: You’ve got this.

8:50 AM - Aditi: Breathe honey. Everything will be fine.

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It would have been easier to pull on a pair of sneakers and run away from the problem. You had considered it as you pulled on a flowy dress. You were still considering it as you stood outside Bucky’s front door. Just do it. 

You knocked, half hoping he wouldn’t be home.

The door opened just as you were about to give up. Bucky was standing in front of you with a towel wrapped around his waist, dripping wet. His hair was damp, clinging to his neck and forehead, and the faint smell of soap lingered in the air, and the light glinted off his damp skin in a way that made your breath catch. “Hey,” he said, his brow furrowing in concern. “You okay?”

You stared for a moment, your brain practically short-circuiting at the sight of his abs, the towel just barely hanging on. “Uh, yeah,” you stammered, finally closing your mouth and dragging your gaze up to his face. “Sorry— I… I should’ve texted first. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s fine,” he said, stepping aside to let you in. “Give me a sec. I’ll go throw some clothes on.”

“Wait! I… I’m so sorry!” The words burst out of you in a flood, unrestrained by logic or timing. “But I posted your bracelet last night and didn’t notice your vibranium arm in the photo, but other people did notice it, and there are comments— so many comments— I mean, some are nice, but…” you faltered for a second before regaining your flow, “Others are kinda mean, and I swear, I didn’t mean to… I know you hate the attention, and I feel awful, and—”

“Whoa, slow down.” His brow furrowed as he leaned towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you talking. His touch was both firm but gentle, and the heat from his palm made your skin tingle. “Start again. What’s going on?”

You took a sharp breath in, trying to calm yourself before continuing. “You know we talked about me putting the photo of your gift on Instagram?”

Bucky nodded, his expression guarded. His hand still rested on your shoulder, sending tiny sparks of awareness through your body. It was very distracting. The bracelet sat on his wrist.

“Well I posted it last night but the photo had your—” you pointed at his vibranium arm, “It was in the shot. I swear I didn’t realize… but people noticed. And now they know it’s you. And the internet is being, well… the internet.”

You watched the expression on Bucky’s face change from confusion to understanding, then into a faint, weary sadness. It wasn’t directed at you, but the sight of it still felt like a punch to the gut.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky. I should’ve been more careful. I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

He let out a slow breath, his hand dropping from your shoulder as he stepped back, breaking the brief but electric connection between you. “I’m not mad. It’s just… people being people. They’ve always got something to say.” He shrugged, and the towel slipped a little lower on his hips, threatening to undo what little composure you had left.

You bit your lip, your gaze briefly flicking to the towel again before you forced yourself to focus on his face. “Still I… I feel terrible. I know how much you ate this kind of attention. Can I do something to fix—”

“Hey, you’ve apologized enough,” he said, cutting you off with a faint smile. “Besides, it’s not like this hasn’t happened before. You think it’s the first time people have lost their shit over a photo? At least I’m not associated with something bad this time.” His lips jerked up half heartedly, as if trying to lighten the mood, but his eyes still carried a tired, weary look.

Your shoulders relaxed slightly, but you couldn’t shake the guilt weighing down your stomach. Bucky could tell you weren’t convinced.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’re not a bad influence, huh?” he smiled mischievously.

And your heart skipped a beat.  There was something about the way he was looking at you now, something daring, almost flirtatious. You pouted, but you couldn’t hide the way his presence was affecting you.

“Why do you care so much, anyway?” Bucky asked, tilting his head so he could lock his eyes onto yours. He looked at you with a mix of curiosity and… something else. His gaze moved over your face, dropping briefly to your lips before flicking back to your eyes. It made your stomach do somersaults.

His question took you by surprise. It wasn’t accusatory, just curious. The way he was looking at you was disarming, and for a moment, you couldn't remember how to breathe. “Because you’re my friend—”

Your voice faltered as he looked at you. His expression unreadable. You let out a small squeak as he stepped closer. Close enough that you could see the individual droplets of water still clinging to his skin. Close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. Close enough that there wasn’t any space left between you. You could hear the soft rasp of his breath and you could feel your pulse hammering in your neck.

“Friend, huh?” he murmured, his tone teasing, a smirk pulling at his lips as he stopped even closer.

Your mouth went dry, your heart now thundering as he stepped even closer. He lowered his voice to something more intimate. “Friend?” he repeated. The word hanging between you, like an invitation. You could feel his breath on your face, practically taste the heat on his lips. Your body tensed, buzzing from his proximity.

You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words for a response. The air between you felt charged, your pulse was racing as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. It was the same motion from yesterday, but today it felt different. More intimate. His fingers lingering for a moment too long, his touch igniting something in you.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly, his hand lingering near your cheek. His thumb grazed your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

You swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “No, I’m not—”

He gently placed his thumb over your lips, cutting off your protest, and for a heartbeat, everything seemed to still. “You don’t have to be scared of me, you know.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you insisted in a soft whisper, your hands almost trembling at your sides. “I just—”

But you couldn’t finish your sentence. His fingers moved down to trace the line of your jaw, the feather-light touch sending electricity through your body, and your mind scrambled for any coherent thought. It was as though every inch of your skin had become sensitive to him.

His hand trailed down your neck, almost absentmindedly tracing a path over your collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Your heart was pounding so loudly, you were sure he could hear it.

His eyes flicked down to your lips for a second before he looked back up at you. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

You didn’t. Instead, you closed the small distance between you, your lips brushing against his in a fiery kiss. Immediately Bucky’s vibranium hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him, deepening the kiss. Hungry. Consuming. His tongue found yours, igniting a heat that coursed through your veins like wildfire. His grip on your waist tightened as the world around you seemed to dissolve into nothing but him. His touch, his scent, his hard body pressed against you. 

Eventually you had to pull back for air, and Bucky rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. His eyes met yours searchingly, making your heart start racing all over again.

“I, uh…” you huffed a small laugh as your mind scrambled for something coherent to say. “That wasn’t… I didn’t… not why I came.”

“No?” Bucky smirked, his voice far huskier than you’d ever heard it. “‘Cause I ain’t complaining.”

You let out a high-pitched, nervous laugh, letting your hands rest tentatively on his bare chest. “No, I mean… I guess I was just worried about the post and the comments and…”

“And?”

“And now I'm a little… distracted.” You glanced down at the towel which was shockingly still around his hips.

“Second thoughts?”

“No… no!” The second protest was more forceful than your first. “I just don't want you to think that I came here just for… that.”

“No, I understand. You came because you cared enough to tell me what was happening… before I heard it from someone else. That means more to me than you realize.”

The vulnerability in his words stole the last breath of air in your lungs. It's not what you'd expected when you had knocked on his door. The openness. The tenderness. The care he showed you. It made you want to reassure him, in the same way he was reassuring you. To close the distance between you.

So you did.

No longer hesitant about what you wanted, your kiss was slower this time, but the passion was still here. Your fingers scraped against his scalp as you ran your fingers through his damp hair. He pulled you closer and closer until all that separated you was that damn fluffy towel.

“Maybe we should move this somewhere more… comfortable?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

You nodded, your breath catching at the way his thumb brushed over your hip, his touch lingering. “The couch?” you offered. You weren't sure you were ready to see his bedroom. 

He smiled. The small, almost shy curve of his lips made your heart skip a beat. “Couch works.”

Bucky took your hand, leading you into the living room. His fingers slid down, intertwining with yours, his touch electric. You lowered yourself onto the couch first, your movements careful and deliberate. But your eyes betrayed your eagerness as they flicked up to meet him, lingering on him for just a moment too long.

He lowered himself beside you, close enough that his knee brushed against yours. You could feel his heat seeping through the fabric of your dress.

“Come here,” he said quietly, his vibranium hand resting on your thigh. The coolness of the metal made a line of goosebumps erupt along the skin he stroked as it came to rest in your hip.

With a nervous swallow, you moved closer, the inside of your knee brushed against his as he helped you straddle his thigh.

“Like this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his smile held a quiet reverence. “Yeah. Just like that.”

His hands were on your hips. Firm but gentle. Guiding you as you moved against his thigh. The friction sent waves of heat through you, straight into your core. It felt great, incredible, in fact. But it was the intensity of his gaze that was your undoing. Bucky was watching you like you were the only person in the world. The only thing that mattered. His normally blue eyes darkened with desire.

You moaned as you leaned towards him, letting your hands slide up his chest to anchor yourself. Grounding yourself. His muscles tensed under your touch. The quiet groan that escaped his lips only served to heighten your desire.

“Bucky—” you whispered. You couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea.

“I know, doll,” he murmured in answer, voice strained. His fingers dug into your hips as though he was trying to hold back. “I know.”

Feeling him gave you more confidence. The way he was responding to you. Growing under you. Your movements grew bolder. But it didn’t feel like enough. Not with the way heat was pooling between your thighs. Not with the way his hands were holding you. Like he couldn’t get enough. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Bucky, I—”

He cut you off with a kiss. His lips crashed against yours with a hunger that took your breath away. Desperate. Messy. His teeth caught your lip as his hands roamed over your back as he crushed your body against his.

You moaned into his mouth as he tensed his thigh. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure into your core. Bucky groaned. The sound vibrated against your lips. The towel between you being put to the test as his swollen member pressed up on your knee. Hard. Straining.

“God, you’re killing me,” he rasped, between kisses.

His hands slid down to your thighs, he lifted the one between his legs, to straddle his lap, settling you firmly against him. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you moaned, pushing down against him. “Please, oh yes, please.”

He swallowed. Hard. His hands tightened on you, guiding you to move against him, his hips bucking up to meet yours. The friction between you felt exquisite. Every time your body met his sent sparks of pleasure through you.

“Jesus,” he muttered, his voice rough and broken as he buried his face in your neck. “You feel so good.”

Your fingers gripped his hair, pulling his mouth to yours. But as your movement grew more and more frantic, all you could do was rest your forehead against his. You were so dangerously close to him. The thin layers of clothing separating you only heightened the tension between you. Every thrust, even push, every grinding movement drove both of you closer to the edge.

“Bucky,” you whimpered. Your body trembled as his lips found your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. They would definitely show later.

He reached under your skirt and grabbed the front of your underwear. Bucky pulled and twisted it so that the silky material slipped between your folds, making you cry out. 

“I got you, doll,” he murmured. “I got you.”

The heat between you was building. Ravaging your bodies. It built up to a boiling point. Bucky fell apart first. His body tensed under yours as he went over the edge, his groan muffled against your shoulder. His grip on you tightened, his fist clenching and pulling your underwear against your clit. The extra pressure was your undoing. You barely had a moment to catch your breath as your orgasm hit you. Throwing your head back, you dug your nails into his back as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

For a few moments, the only sound in the apartment was your mingled ragged breathing. Your forehead came to rest against his, the pressure grounding you in the aftermath of your activities.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice hoarse but laced with a tenderness.

You nodded, a small, breathless laugh escaping your lips. “More than okay.”

As the silence settled between you, the weight of your actions began to creep in. His hands were still on your waist, his touch warm and steady. But the rush of heat that had driven your actions only moments before had begun to fade, replaced by a quiet realization.

You shifted back a little, suddenly incredibly aware of how close you were to Bucky. “That was…” you started, but your voice trailed off as you tried to find the right words.

“Yeah,” he responded, hesitation in his tone. He glanced down at his hands, as if he was noticing for the first time where they were resting, how closely your bodies were pressed against each other. His hands fell away and he cleared his throat, looking at everything but you. “Uh—sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no,” you interrupted quickly, sliding off his lap and smoothing down your dress, your face warm with embarrassment. “You didn’t… I mean, it’s not like you...  I wanted to—”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, cutting you off. His gaze flickering to yours before darting away again. “It’s just— fast.”

“Really fast,” you agreed, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you glanced at the floor.

The air between you now felt awkward, the heat that had consumed you both had been replaced with an uncertainty.

Bucky shifted, leaning back against the couch, his hand running through his damp hair. “This doesn’t… mess things up, does it?” he asked hesitantly, his voice low.

You looked up at him, confusion flickering across your face. “What do you mean?”

“Our agreement,” he sighed, his jaw tightening slightly. “The whole fake dating thing. If this makes it… complicated.”

“Bucky,” you said softly. “Do you regret this?”

He met your eyes, his expression conflicted. “No. That’s the problem,” he admitted, his voice low. “I don’t regret it, but it feels… dangerous, you know? Like we’re walking a line here, and I don’t want to screw this up for you— or for us.”

“You didn’t screw anything up.”

He searched your face, as though trying to gauge your sincerity. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” You reached out, your fingers brushing his flesh hand in reassurance. “But if we’re being honest here, I was kind of a mess when I walked in here and this probably wasn’t the best idea.” You let out a nervous laugh. “I mean there's a reason we have these rules for the relationship agreement. But you didn’t do anything wrong. And… I don’t regret this either.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

You bit your lip, guilt creeping back in as you remembered the reason you’d shown up in the first place. “I really am sorry about the Instagram thing,” you said, glancing away. “I know how much your privacy means to you, and I feel like I violated that.”

“You didn’t mean to. I know that. Don’t beat yourself up over it. But thank you for caring.”

His words sent a warmth through your chest, but the lingering awkwardness of the moment made you feel like it was time to leave. You stood, smoothing down your dress. “I should probably go,” you said lightly. “Let you get some rest.”

“You don’t—” he started, standing up as well.

You offered him a small smile. “I think I’ve caused enough trouble for one day.”

Bucky stepped closer, his expression earnest. “We’re good, though, right?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze. “We’re good. You’re good, Bucky.”

His smile softened and you felt the unspoken connection between you again. But you stepped back, opening the door of his apartment, giving him a small wave as you slipped out. 

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[herkonular]

TORONATA - DEVASA+ (2)

One of the key features and benefits of iPhone leather wallet cases is their ability to provide protection and durability for your device. The soft yet sturdy leather material helps prevent damage from drops, bumps, and everyday use, ensuring that your phone stays safe and secure. Some leather wallet cases, such as those produced by Toronata, are even reinforced with geometric air pockets and elastomer to provide additional shock absorption. With a leather wallet case, you can have peace of mind knowing that your phone is well-protected. Another advantage of iPhone leather wallet cases is their convenience and functionality. With multiple card slots and a built-in kickstand, these cases allow you to carry your essential cards and easily prop up your phone for hands-free viewing, iPhone 15 leather wallet case are also MagSafe-compatible, allowing for seamless wireless charging and effortless attachment and detachment of accessories. This level of convenience and functionality makes leather wallet cases a practical and valuable accessory for your iPhone. In addition to their protective and functional features, iPhone 15 pro leather wallet case also offer a wide range of style and design options. From sleek and minimalist to bold and colorful, there is a iPhone 15 plus leather wallet case to suit every taste and preference. Handmade leather cases, such as those produced by Toronata, offer a unique and luxurious look and feel that sets them apart from other phone cases. With a leather wallet case, you can not only protect your phone but also express your personal style and make a fashion statement

[hk90sstuff]

Vibrant Design iPhone 14 Case - Eye-Catching Cover for Trendsetters

[thatsexcpisces]

Gifts to get the moon signs for Christmas 🎄🤍

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Aries moon: clothing and items for the gym and working out, bold accessories that make them stand out, hats, earrings, tickets or a class for their favorite activity or take them on any fun adventure, new car (if you wanna go big), fancy mirrors, watch, strong fragrance, trendy gadgets

Taurus moon: jewelry, luxuriously-presented items, something cozy and for the home, a spa day voucher, soft blanket, cute slippers, beauty products, skin and self care items

Gemini moon: cute journals to write down their thoughts, entertaining card/games (ex. cards against humanity), stationary, technology, thought-provoking gifts, their favorite book collections.

Cancer moon: cooking set, something sentimental and hand-made (ex. a scrapbook of all your memories together), a comfy robe to lounge in, recipe book, candles and stuff for the home

Leo moon: gifts related to their interests whether musical or hobbies in general. ex., if they love lana del rey get them a vinyl collection of her music or a poster of her. designer clothing, something extravagant and unique, tickets to their favorite musical or show.

Virgo moon: organized home planners, plants, cookbook, antiques, cleaning gadgets, home fragrances, books on getting organized and lifestyle advice, gift cards for home goods stores or their fav stores in general, maybe even get them a small pet to keep company!

Libra moon: designer handbags, books on fashion, good-quality perfumes, beauty items, fancy soaps, silk scarves or pajama sets, luxury brand shoes, fancy decorations for their living space

Scorpio moons: spiritual gifts, something personal from you, leather/ dark colored clothing, pampering gifts, marble items, brand sunglasses, ruled by Pluto; get them an elegant version of whatever they generally like; if they like gold jewelry, get them a carefully-selected box of fancy gold rings or something like that.

Sagittarius moons: gifts brought from a foreign country, something unique, plane tickets to a country they’ve always wanted to go to, travel picture book to record their journeys, good- quality camera, laptop, money, practical gifts

Capricorn moons: expensive things (I mean it’s a Capricorn moon here 💀), money in an envelope, gift cards to high-end stores, good chocolates, wine, and other specialty gourmet items, functional coffee machine, items to relieve stress (back-massager tool, etc), self-help books

Aquarius moons: technology, new phone, computer, Apple headphones, vintage record player, art materials, something no one else has, something related to their humanitarian or quirky interests, trivia games

Pisces moon: dream journal, thoughtful gifts, paintings, adult coloring books or stuff for arts and crafts, cute headphones, their favorite album and CD’s, something that encourages creativity, collection of bath salts and fragrances, meditation/yoga tools, locket necklace, fluffy blankets and pillows

Thank you for reading hope y’all have a good holiday! 🫶🎁🌟

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[solvisun]

011425 ✦ SPELLBOUND

haikyuu 𓆩♱𓆪 tsukishima kei x goth!reader

headcanons and imagines of him with a gothic partner (it's you babe.)

notes 𓆩♱𓆪 giving this to all the goths (including myself) you all have my heart 🖤🩶🤍 lace div. muruffin

tsukishima kei would never outright admit that he’s (secretly) into your style.

the fact that he bagged a hottie actually messes with his brain on a daily basis. (because it’s you.)

he loves the way you confidently wear dark clothing, intricate accessories, and bold makeup. can’t stop looking and wondering how you do it.

the way you fix your hair, or when you let him watch as you do your makeup—my god, your eyeliner’s sharp and so perfect. he’ll act like he’s busying himself; probably on his phone, but you won’t notice he’s actually taking candid pics of you. or simply watch you in quiet admiration.

BLACK LIPSTICK STAINS ALL OVER HIS FACE this is very self explanatory.

constantly fighting the urge to smudge your lipstick just to see your reaction

doesn’t give compliments often, but when he does, they’re understated and casual. “that necklace is… captivating,” directly translates to “i love it on you.”

always wrapped in teasing undertones too. “didn’t realize i was dating a vampire. should i start carrying garlic?” but if you ever express doubt about your appearance, he’ll drop the sarcasm and say something like, “don’t be stupid. you look great.”

has a particular weakness for when you wear rings or necklaces. he won’t say anything, but if you notice his eyes flicking to your hands or throat, you know.

he also has a sharp eye for and will notice every new ring or lace detail in your outfits. sometimes, you'd catch him brushing them with his fingers in curiosity

adjusts your lace gloves, rings, bracelets without asking :3

sometimes, he'll ask you “how long does it take to put all that together?” or “what’s with the chains?” just to understand your style more. just so you could ramble, just so he could listen to you <3

his laid-back, minimalist aesthetic and your dark goth turn heads everywhere you go. he’s not used to it, never really gotten to. but that doesn’t mean he's embarrassed, hell no.

plus, you scare them away, he amplifies it by purposely showing you off while his hand’s carefully snaked around your waist, a very smug looking smirk on his face. if he can’t avoid attention, he’ll use it to his advantage. <3

if you’re into things like bats, crows, or black cats, he’ll rolls his eyes but finds it adorable.

if you coo over a random crow outside, he’ll mutter, “figures you’d be friends with the spookiest bird alive.” but the next day, he casually mentions some random crow fact he learned.

you probably love spooky things like horror movies or halloween, and tsukishima tolerates it just for you.

he claims he’s not scared of horror movies, but you’ve definitely seen him jump a little during a particularly intense scene. he’ll deny it to his grave.

he finds your music taste fascinating and might initially tease you for it, but does vibe with it when you play something like the cure, bauhaus, clan of xymox, siouxsie and the banshees, cocteau twins etc. eventually, he’ll end up creating a playlist with your favorite bands and listen to it while studying or relaxing.

he lets you dress him up at times, give him skull pins or accessories. and he keeps those photoshoots & trinkets tucked safely and only within his reach. he would never allow for anyone to touch them. it's dear to him, something he can only have.

actually, he won’t go full goth, but he’ll start wearing subtle things to match you—like a black hoodie, silver chain, or a watch that fits the vibe.

when you point it out, he’ll play dumb. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” but you catch him smirking.

he worries about you more than he lets on, especially if someone makes a rude comment about your style. if anyone crosses the line, he’ll step in with a cold, cutting remark that shuts them up instantly.

doesn’t like seeing you upset, so he’ll awkwardly check on you later. “hey… you’re not taking what they said seriously, right? ‘cause it’s not worth it.”

if tsukki’s feeling off, he secretly loves when you take charge. whether it’s dragging him to a cozy corner of a café or distracting him with your sarcastic banter, he always feels better around you.

sometimes, you’ll put on a playlist of songs you both enjoy, and he’ll rest his head on your lap while you play with his hair. and he'll stare at your lips and then he just feels the urge to smudge the black color and then he'll mmmmM

he is so smitten with you, you don't even know it.

tagging @dreadnoughtus101 hehehehe

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[thesimline]

DRAG DOLLS AS9 E2.2 - DRAG IMITATES ART

The second category of the All Stars 9 Paint Ball was 'Drag Imitates Art', which had the queens turn the works of famous artists into fabulous outfits. I was honestly shocked no one made reference to Roy Lichtenshein's ICONIC pop art creations, so of course I had to give it a go myself. Naturally these artworks lend themselves to retro 1950s styling and I kept the colour palette to bold primary hues. How cool is that halftone make up by the way?!

OUTFIT RESOURCES

Hair | Skin | Face Shading | Lashes (TSR) | Eyeshadow (TSR) | Face Paint (TSR) | Mascara Tears | Lipstick (TSR) | Nails (TSR)

Earrings (Base Game) | Scarf (TSR) | Dress | Accessory Top (TSR) | Bracelet | Tights (Get To Work) | Shoes | Phone

With thanks to some amazing creators: @daylifesims @emmibouquet @simandy @pralinesims @satterlly @jius-sims @candycottonchu