#this is a little bit rushed because it’s like 2am

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KINCADE PACK 🐺 (original works) — “The name goes back centuries, and all Miranda cares about is making sure it lasts for many more”

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[k3n-dyll]

☆F.U.C.K

Warnings...18+, wlw, not proofread, also, written at 2am, established friends with benefits, self-indulgent smut, dom!Abby, shower sex, strap on (r!receiving), strap referred to as a dick/cock Word Count:2.08k || MDNI Banner Creds. || Donations 4 Palestine

Notes ☆ The next fic I have based on a song will not be as fun! Just a heads up. Also, two works back to back within a few hours? We're so back

FWB!Abby who isn't known to be very open about her sexuality. Sure, there are rumors, and there are people she's told that she's lesbian, but that list is pretty limited to close friends. It's not that she's trying to hide it, anyone with working eyes who takes more than a second or two to look at her can tell, she just doesn't feel like it's anyone's business but her own.

And yours of course.

Abby's never been particularly sappy or romantic. Still, despite how intense her day-to-day is - fighting Scars, killing infected, being on high alert at every turn because there's no way of knowing what will be the next thing to try and kill her first - she's a bit of a thrill seeker in her own way. The idea of doing something seemingly forbidden, the rush of nearly getting caught doing something less than savory, has never failed to be a turn-on for her and it's something that, over time, you've become acutely aware of. She's gotten into the habit of dragging you into bathrooms, and storage closets, sometimes even taking it upon herself to get handsy underneath tables when in the presence of others just to see that nervous look you get.

It should be no shock to you that she'd do something like this and yet, you're still baffled.

The showers were peaceful today, it was late and most people were either asleep or just waking up for their own shifts. After a long patrol, all you wanted to do was turn on the hot water and let it soak over your aching muscles, washing the blood, dirt, and sweat that had accumulated on your skin down the drain. You weren't expecting to feel a large pair of hands gripping at your waist in the shower, and if you hadn't known better, you might have started swinging.

"Abby, what the hell?" You flinch a little under her grasp, and while you try to sound angry, the amused chuckle that forms with your words is hard to stifle.

"Nice to see you too" Abby mutters, already beginning an assault on your neck with her lips, trailing wet kisses down your skin as she speaks.

"I thought you said you were tired" You try and turn to face her but you're only met with a tightened grip on your body, forcing you to face the glass shower wall.

"I lied."

Before you can think up something snarky to say, Abby presses her front up against you further and you stiffen completely, the sensation of something that definitely isn't normally there now flush against your ass.

"What is that?" You question, turning your head in attempt to get a look at whatever it is she's got rubbing against you, but again she forces your eyes forward, grabbing your chin to make you face the wall again.

"I want you to guess." She purrs, nipping at your earlobe, unable to stop herself from letting out a low chuckle. "C'mon, baby, I know you remember. That shop we passed by the other day? You were all curious about it, but we never got the chance to really look around."

In order to somewhat jog your memory, one of her hands releases its grip on you, wrapping around what she has and pressing it between your soaked thighs, shallowly thrusting it between them. Your breath hitches at the feeling and the memory comes flooding back into your mind. It was a few days back - Manny had pointed out an old sex shop and being the man he is he just couldn't shut up about it. Mostly he'd bragged about how, as much as he'd like to experiment, his own hands and body got the job done just fine.

In the moment it was funny, and a little stupid. The three of you managed to catch a quick glimpse of the interior, seeing some of the different toys that hadn't been looted or destroyed and joking about all of the time people in the Old World must have had to be so experimental with their sex lives. Unbeknownst to you, one toy in particular had caught Abby's eye. She didn't point it out to you or Manny, but right before you all had to leave, the rest of your patrol group having already started packing up to head back to base, she'd hidden it so that she could go back for it later. And she did.

"Figured it out, pretty girl?"

Abby's voice snaps you out of your head and you nod, coaxing another low chuckle out of her.

"You wanna see it?"

The moment her hold on you loosens you turn around, eyes panning down her toned, naked frame to the black harness that was fixed around her hips and landing on the toy that had just been sliding up against your cunt. Your eyes widen at the sight of the thick, purple silicone toy dangling from her body, and as much as you'd like to deny the immediate heat that rises in your belly at the sight of it, you can't.

"I don't think that's gonna fit. And...and what if we get caught, Abs you can't just hide that thing"

You say it without much thought, your words forcing a genuine laugh out of your 'friend'. She shakes her head and playfully rolls her eyes.

"You worry too much, baby. I locked the door. If someone comes knocking, I can just get out and tuck it in my bag before we open the door" She reassures as she gently guides you by your waist to the fogged-up wall, pressing you against it. "And trust me, once I get you nice and warmed up, it'll fit"

Abby sinks to her knees in front of you without another word, settling herself between your legs and dragging her tongue along your slit. The doubt that was once present in the front of your mind quickly starts to fade as she laps at your dripping heat, your hands weaving into her wet hair and holding on to keep her in place. You feel the tip of two of her thick fingers dip into your pussy, coating the digits with your arousal before slipping them into you completely.

She never failed to have this effect on you, and if it weren't so sexy, it'd be frustrating. Your mind is so quick to go blank under her touch, hips unconsciously grinding against her tongue as she swirls it along your puffy clit. Abby's unusually slow about it at first, curling and scissoring her fingers in and out of you, making sure to prepare you as best she can, but by the time she slips in a third finger her impatience and excitement makes itself known. You're practically teetering at the edge of an orgasm when she pulls away from you entirely, a whine escaping you as you're denied a release.

"Abby..."

"Shh, baby I know" Abby murmurs, standing back up, smiling softly as she watches your brows fix together. "I want you to cum on my cock, not my fingers. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Something about the way she refers to it as her own, as if she'd grown it herself sends a shock of electricity through you, and you answer her with an eager nod.

"Atta girl, now be good for me and turn around" She instructs, pushing you flush against the glass when you obey her command.

Abby knows how badly you must be aching at this point, her own precum leaking down her thighs as her eyes rove over your back. Even so, she takes her time, fucking your thighs, calloused palms spreading your ass a bit to get a better view. She groans at the sight of your essence combining with the water, making the dildo glisten in the fluorescent lights.

"God, you're so fucking wet" She whispers. "So ready to get split on my fuckin' dick, aren't you?"

The desperate little whines and the way you wiggle your ass back onto her is all the confirmation she needs to slowly push in, though, to neither of your surprise with how soaked you are, it proves to be rather easy. The difference is almost funny to her. You looked so nervous when you'd seen it initially, and now you were sucking her in like you were used to it.

"There ya go, slipped in so fast baby, fuck"

The way Abby moans when the toy is all the way inside of you, the way she struggles to keep at a slow pace to make sure you're well adjusted to the girth - you'd think she could feel it. It's an adjustment for both of you, the task of keeping it from fully slipping out of you when she pulls back proving to be a tad more annoying than she thought it would be, but she figures it out. And, God, if it isn't fucking worth it when she does.

Each thrust is like a shock to your system, Abby's pace only increasing as she loses herself in the moment. She could probably - and likely will end up - cumming from this alone. It was already a bit of a fantasy in her mind, having often wondered what it would be like to fuck you like this, but she didn't think she actually could. Her vivid blues are transfixed on the way your ass jiggles with each hard thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin only made more intense by the water flowing along your bare bodies.

"A-Abby I- oh my god, please!" Words barely come out of you, and when they do, they're choppy breathless rambles with no real substance. Normally you were so careful about volume, but there are always times when she'd fucked you so stupid that you stopped caring. This, for example, being one of those times.

"So fuckin' pretty...you look so fuckin' pretty trying to take it for me" Her grip on your hips is bound to leave bruising, but all you can think about is how grateful you are for that fact. If not for her hands, you'd be on the ground by now, legs shaking and unable to hold your weight any longer.

Abby knows your tells well enough to see when you're about to explode - the incoherent sobs, twitching legs, your hands desperately trying to grab onto everything - anything that could possibly help ground you even a little bit. It only eggs her on, her arm snaking around your body to rub feverishly at your aching clit, almost impatient in her need to watch you come apart for her.

"Fuck, don't stop Abby, please, 'm so close...so fuckin' close" You manage to blurt out, damn near crying at the intensity, eyes rolled into the back of your head, head lulled forward against the wall. It's taking everything in you not to fall apart this instant but you want to drag it out for just a little longer.

"Almost there, honey, I got you... C-c'mon, be a good girl and cum all over my fucking cock"

The white-hot intensity of your orgasm sends you reeling, a string of curses and choked cries spilling from your lips, arousal further wetting your inner thighs as it spurts out of you. Abby can't help but moan loudly at the sight, continuing to pump in and out of you to let the base of the toy bump against her clit more, her own climax following soon after yours.

Somehow, Abby manages to stay upright despite her legs feeling like putty, knowing full well that if she falls you'll go down with her. Her strong arms wrap around you tightly as she pulls out of you, her sweaty forehead resting against your back as you both work to catch your breath.

"Fuck..that was..." She trails off, the actual strain of her actions hitting her body, making it difficult for her to get a word out between breaths. You giggle at the sound of her struggle, though you aren't doing any better.

"So fucking good.." Is all you breathe out, your mind still too fuzzy to think of something better to say.

Abby just nods, lacking the energy to say something snarky in response, the only sound remaining being the now cold water from the showerhead pitter-pattering against the ground, though eventually, she does force herself to speak up once more.

"Once I....catch my fuckin' breath...we're so doing that again"

Reblogs are appreciated ☆ tags: @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery,

[invidiia]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "you're obsessed.." 𖤐 various bsd yanderes // reader.

bsd yanderes ada, pm, doa, hd + the jealousy scale.

[ a/n; hi i was bored and gotta feed the people bc my next big post is takin a bit 🏃‍♂️]

[ warning; jealous yanderes lolol ]

atsushi is a 6 of 10. definitely hides any jealous thoughts, at least until you're both home, but is absolutely bitter about it after

dazai is a fair 7 of 10. i don't have a lot to say about him, but he most definitely gets jealous easily

kunikida is a 5 of 10. when he's with you and you get hit spoken to by someone else, he just takes control of the situation and leaves with you. obviously against your choices, but he doesn't trust you.

ranpo is a 6 of 10. doesn't get too worried about other guys because he knows you wouldn't go for anyone else other than the greatest detective ever, but when another guy flirts with you, he just feels the need to.. step in.

yosano is a 7 of 10. she doesn't mind when others speak to you, as long as they aren't flirting with you, and that's a loose term with her. asking for directions in a large mall could get someone's fingers chopped off if she was in a particularly annoyed mood.

fukuzawa is a 4 of 10. he doesn't care if people talk to you either, but flirting is off the table with him. even so, he'll just leave the area and take you with him, he can't just let some other guy talk to you, are you crazy?

akutagawa is a 8 of 10. if someone's making small talk or something he doesn't care, but even speaking to you or looking at you for too long is just like asking for him to beat them senselessly.

chuuya is a 8 of 10. like akutagawa, small talk doesn't matter to him. you're socializing, who cares? but he's absolutely jealous of your friends, especially your close ones. strangers, he can beat the shit out of those, but your friends? he can't do anything there, so he just sits in silence.

higuchi is an 9 of 10. she hates when anyone else talks to you, she just can't stand it. she'll openly tell you how much she hates it when other people beside her 'flirt' with you, and makes you promise not to hurt her like that again.

gin is a 3 of 10. she does get jealous of other people like your closer friends, but doesn't act on anything, just sits in silence. maybe she'll express to you she was jealous, but she won't hurt anyone unless they make advances on you

tachihara is a 6 of 10. he does get jealous of your friends, but doesn't hate them. he just wants to be in their place. who says you should spend all your time with them? leave some room for him, won't you?

sigma is a 7 of 10. he won't make direct moves if he's jealous, he'll only tell you he's jealous afterward, or work behind scenes to get rid of the certain person he thinks talks to you a little too much for his liking.

fyodor is a 9 of 10. he doesn't think you'll talk to anyone else, it's about others talking to you. he just can't have you talking to anyone but him. why would you need to anyway?

nikolai is a 8 of 10. i don't have a whole lot to say about him either, but he's not afraid to be... himself,, if someone talks to you a little too much.

jouno is a 9 of 10. he knows you won't actually speak to other guys.. but still. he isn't chill when other guys talk to you, and gets worse when they eye you the wrong way,

tecchou is a 4 of 10. this man sees no reason to be jealous of your friends, or anyone who says they don't want you. why would they lie to him anyway? look at him, he's strong as hell. would you lie to him? didn't think so

[ a/n; sobs im so tired can you telllll ?? i only wrote doa trio bc.. fukuchi is strange, bram is just.. bram, plus i kinda only see him as platonic yandere loll, didnt do teruko cuz idk her actual age.. sorry this is so rushed lol its 2am i gotta go to beddd, but next post is dazai fr!!!!! ]

[klaus-littlestwolf]

(The drawings/tattoos that are used to illustrate the tattoos the boys get in this story are in no way mine and I do not take credit for them in any way (there’s a reason I’m a writer, I can’t draw to save my life 🤣). They are only used to show what the boys wanted tattooed on them by their mate. Credit where Credit is due)

Seeing them was odd, it always had been. It was very rare that I was on the boardwalk after the sun went down and when I was I always had someone with me who walked me to my car, and always freshly after sunset. I knew the boardwalk was a dangerous place at night and honestly, I preferred to avoid it, even if the night life is more fun for everyone.

Unfortunately I had to take this shift for a coworker for the rest of the week at least, and was stuck here until the Tattoo shop closed at 2am, and the only reason I’m not complaining is because people seem much more willing to tip better at night. The Lost Boys were a biker gang, and while I couldn’t deny that they are attractive and that they look like a lot of fun, I also knew better. They parked their bikes across from the shop every night, from what I could tell they enjoy pissing off Max, the video store owner, though I don’t know why.

I tried very hard not to make eye contact with any of them, just not looking up at them at all as I finished my tattoo, which was a pinup of a mermaid, and covered it up with plastic wrap, quickly checking the guy out and accepting my 30 dollar tip before shutting the register on my finger which instantly made me yelp in pain and see a trickle of blood coming from my finger. Thankfully it was only a little cut and it wouldn’t hinder my work as I sucked off the blood and quickly disinfected it, wrapping a tight bandaid around it. Just as I moved to my station to clean everything my eyes flickered up as if by instinct and caught all 4 of the boys staring at me intently which startled me but I quickly looked away and tried to calm my racing heart by getting rid of the inky water at my station. Just as I was about to put my ink away and read my book I heard footsteps walk into the front.

‘Hello, welcome to Ink-Well Tattoo Shop, if you’d like to look at my books they’re on the shelf.’ I told them, just turning around as I finished talking and coming face to face with the bleach blond leader that had been staring at me only a moment ago.

‘Ink-Well…is that a reference to an ink container people used to have on their desks or how good you are at your job?’ He asked…softly? I had always imagined their voices to be deep and dark, especially his, but while it was deep it was also gentle, at least while speaking to me right now it was but I could tell that soft voice wasn’t always so soft.

‘I think you’re the first person to prove me wrong, the owner said, “Everyone knows what an inkwell is”…no one knows what it is. And personally, I would describe my abilities much better than “well”. I’m incredible, do you know what you want today, sir?’ I asked, moving around him only to find the dark haired one right behind him and I realized how tall he really is as I almost slammed my face into his naked chest. I looked around, seeing the other two beside my chair and I took a deep breath. ‘Which one of you is getting inked today?’ I asked and the twisted sister look-alike jumped up excitedly.

‘Oh! Me! I want to do it!’ He seemed to be begging which was a strange thought as the leader nodded and he jumped to sit in the chair.

‘Okay, I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you.’ I held out my hand and he took it in his own, pulling me closer before kissing my hand tenderly which made my blood rush to my face. The idea that these boys are soft and sweet and gentle in any way shape or form is really screwing with me. Their presence had always been a tad bit scary with the vibe they gave off, sexy or not (and they definitely are), but for the first time that I’m seeing them it’s like they’re not projecting dangerous vibes and it was a comfort in this situation being alone with all of them.

‘I’m Paul. This is Marko, Dwayne and you met David. Y/n, I like that name.’ He flirted and I rolled my eyes, handing him a book full of images of my work.

‘I’m glad, do you know what you want to get Paul?’ I asked, and he smiled as he looked at my work, all of them now watching as he flipped through the pages.

‘I want a vampire bat on my chest. Are you able to do that?’ He questioned, looking up at me as Marko took the book and I nodded, sitting in my seat beside him.

‘Were you looking for it to be realistic, like a portrait? Because if you want something like that it’s a 6-7 hour minimum piece and I would need you to come back during the day-‘

‘Oh, we can only be here at night, I want something smaller anyway. Not cartoony but-‘

‘You want a badass vampire bat, I get you. I can definitely do that. How big are you looking to get it?’ He jumped to pull off his jacket which jingled with all the stuff he had hanging off of it before stripping off his tank top.

‘Like maybe, this big?’ He showed me the area of his chest he wanted covered and I nodded.

‘Okay, let me draw that up and we’ll see if you like it.’ It was a relatively small tattoo and he watched, leaning over the chair as I sketched it out and he was smiling the whole time, staring at me.

‘You’re really pretty, has anyone told you that?’ He asked and I rolled my eyes.

‘Surf Nazis say shit every day-though they usually go with “hot”, “sexy”, “great rack”. Things like that, pretty is a new one though, thank you.’ I knew my face was red as he watched me draw, Marko suddenly beside me, setting a chair near Paul’s feet.

‘They bother you a lot, Angel?’ He wondered and I shrugged, my face darkening even more as he called me that.

‘All day long, they’re probably the most annoying customers so my boss takes all of them since they started getting a bit too comfortable and handsy with me and the other girl. I have her evening closing shift for the week so, if they show up I get to tell them to “fuck off” which is awesome.’ I joked and they laughed along with me.

‘Well, we’ll need to make sure they don’t bother you anymore, won’t we boys?’ It was the first time David spoke again and I looked up to see him watching me draw over my shoulder.

‘Fuck yeah, no one’s gonna be bothering our Princess.’ Paul cheered and it was weirdly comforting to hear that they wanted to protect me.

‘Please, just leave it alone? They don’t know I’m working nights now so it’s all fine, and I’ll only be doing it for the week. What do you think? Do you think he looks mean enough?’ I asked, showing Paul my drawing.

‘Princess, that’s incredible! It somehow looks cute and vicious…like Marko!’ He teased, getting punched in the chest immediately.

‘Okay, punch each other all you’d like outside, but if you make his skin swell where I need to ink then I’ll hit you myself.’ I told Marko, moving to make a stencil for the tattoo that Paul wanted, nearly running into Dwayne again, who just watched me.

‘Don’t mind him, he’s quiet but honestly, he’s the nicest of all of us…usually.’ David spoke and I smiled, quickly making the stencil.

‘Would you tattoo me tomorrow night?’ A new deep voice asked and I looked up to see it had been Dwayne. I paused to pick my chin up from the floor at the sound of his sexy deep baritone voice before shaking off and answering him.

‘Of course. Do you know what you want done, because I can do anything you want but depending on the style you want I might recommend a coworker. Say you wanted Japanese, I would recommend Kevin, he is fucking killer at that stuff and if you want anything American Traditional he is bomb at it.’ I had said this because of the American Traditional rose tattoo I could see peeking out on his side though he quickly shook his head.

‘I want you. I want something like this.’ he showed me the dreamcatcher piece I had put in my book and I smiled.

‘This is one of the best tattoos I ever did, and it was so much fun! Do you want it that size?’ He nodded his head.

‘Yes, but a bit more along the Native American type style? I’d like it to look like it’s braided together…could you do that?’ He looked unsure but I just kept smiling.

‘Of course I can! Let me draw a couple of things up tonight for you and you can see what you like best tomorrow. I’m sure I can give you something perfect!’ For the first time the corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled down at me-his smile was hot cute.

‘I know you can Babygirl.’ I was startled but after hearing Marko and Paul I realized that they seem to have a thing for nicknames so I ignored it.

‘Alright Paul, stencil is done.’ I spoke, sitting back down beside him. Most of his chest hair was in the center of his chest so I didn’t need to shave where he wanted the tattoo before placing the stencil and squeezing out the inks I would need. ‘Are you ready, rockstar?’ I asked him and he grinned as I called him that.

‘Hell Yeah Princess! Ink me up!’ We chatted as I tattooed him, him and Marko keeping me engaged with the conversation but I noticed David and Dwayne off on their own and speaking seriously for a while. The tattoo took about an hour, maybe a bit more before I was finished, turning off the machine and wiping his chest down.

‘What do you think?’ I waited for his reaction after handing him a mirror to see it more clearly and he turned it away from me instantly, seeming uncomfortable before looking down at his chest instead of at the reflection and grinning at the new ink on his body.

‘Princess! This is amazing!’ He exclaimed, placing the mirror face down and moving to hug me.

‘Ah-Ah! It’s sensitive! Don’t you dare destroy my work!’ I warned, turning to lay some plastic wrap over it and tape it down after David and Dwayne looked at it.

‘You’re really talented. I’m gonna have to go after Dwayne.’ David told me, watching as I cleaned up.

‘You’ll have to go the next night cause Dwayne’s is going to take me until closing at least…what time can you get here tomorrow?’ I asked him.

‘I’ll be here right after the sun goes down, I promise.’

‘Okay, so that’s about 8. I’ll be sure my last client will be done by then. Where do you want it, by the way?’ He opened his jacket, showing me the right side of his chest and making me blush. ‘Got it. I’ll have a few options for you tomorrow. For now, Paul, that’ll be 45.’ I finished putting everything away as it was now 10 minutes after closing time.

‘Here you go Princess, be safe getting home, you hear?’ He warned and I nodded, Paul, Marko and Dwayne walking out and leaving me with David for a moment and I froze under his intense stare.

‘Paul is right you know…you really are beautiful.’ He complimented, his gloved hand holding my chin for a moment before walking out and letting me shut the gate to the front before realizing Paul had given me a 100 dollar bill which is a 55 dollar tip…maybe I can like these boys after all.

What I didn’t know was, as I walked out the back door and locked it once the place was all clean, I was being watched. I made my way down the boardwalk, grabbing a burger and fries, along with a coke, shoving the food in my bag and sipping my soda as I walked off the boardwalk and all the way home.

Unlike every other night I had walked in the dark before, I felt…safe? I wasn’t looking around like a crazy person waiting to get jumped, I just walked home and crashed into bed.

I live in an apartment with a roommate, Justin, who is always out at his girlfriends (whoever that is this week) which left me alone most of the time and I loved it. I put in a video I had rented from the video store next door earlier that day, it was a new horror movie, Hellraiser. Strange premise, awesome movie.

That’s how I fell asleep that night, around 3:30 am, and all the while 4 sets of yellow eyes watched from the trees outside.

I got to work the next night at 6 as my boss left and set my sketchbook on my table, taking 2 quick tattoos before telling the last walk-in that I didn’t have time, knowing as the sun began to set Dwayne would be coming for his tattoo and I was excited to see which one he picked. I had set up everything I would need and just as I was scheduling a tattoo for a coworker to do tomorrow for a walk-in, I heard the rumble of bikes coming down the boardwalk making me smile. ‘Okay, Kevin will take you tomorrow at noon, is that alright?’ I asked the annoyed girl who clearly just wanted her tattoo now.

‘Still don’t get why you can’t just take me now.’ She bitched and I fought to not roll my eyes as 4 sets of heavy boots stomped through the front.

‘I can’t take you now because I’m tattooing him now. Your appointment is for noon tomorrow.’ She turned and as she saw the boys she quickly ran out the front and was gone, startling me. ‘I should employ you as security here from now on.’ I teased, grabbing my book and walking over to my chair.

‘We can do that for you at night.’ Marko agreed, a grin on his face which seemed to always be grinning honestly.

‘Well I’m only working here for the week at nights so you won’t see me after that-‘

‘No! You need to keep working nights Angel, what are we supposed to do without you here?’ Marko complained.

‘Come on, the night life is more fun anyway Princess!’ I rolled my eyes, opening my book.

‘I’ll think about it. Okay, this is the first one I did, I went simple cause I didn’t know how detailed you wanted everything. Usually I put in too much detail and people hate it.’

‘It’s nice, but I was hoping for something more intricate.’ He told me and I smiled.

‘Okay, I went a little bigger with this one, but my personal favorite is this one.’ I showed him the third one and his eyes widened. ‘I researched some Native American dream catchers and tried to make it as real as I could…do you like it?’ He nodded his head slowly and I was worried for a moment.

‘It looks like the one my Ma made me when I was a kid…it’s perfect Babygirl, thank you.’ I was touched by that.

‘This is why I love my job, you can tattoo memories for people that they get to keep for a lifetime. Don’t thank me yet though, not until it’s done, I already made the stencil for it, I just knew you would pick this one! Take off your jacket.’ I told him, grabbing the stencil and looking at Paul. ‘Let me see how it’s healing rockstar.’ He hesitated for a moment before pulling his shirt up and I was stunned. ‘Holy shit!’ I stood, moving to him and touching his chest. ‘You…you heal fast don’t you?’

‘Way fast, it looks great Princess.’ He pecked my cheek before sitting next to Marko and I moved back to my chair, removing my jacket and getting ready to place the stencil. ‘Damn girl! You are tatted up!’ I tried to stop the blush that came in but I couldn’t, smiling as they all inspected my skin which had both of my sleeves done.

‘Yeah, I don’t know any tattooers who don’t have tattoos, and if you find one, don’t go to them.’ I teased, peeling the stencil off and turning on my machine to begin inking the shirtless God.

‘I need food, you guys want anything? Dwayne? Angel?’ Marko offered a little later, just as I was finishing the outlines.

‘I wouldn’t mind a coke.’ I told him and he grinned, jumping to go get food with Paul behind him. ‘How are you feeling Dwayne? Okay?’

‘I’m fine, how are you?’ He countered and I rolled my eyes.

‘I’m trying to make sure you’re not getting dizzy or are gonna pass out on me, you’re still as a statue and barely breathing. Don’t be a smartass.’

‘I’m fine, I promise. You have beautiful eyes…’ he mumbled and I just blushed, beginning to detail the braided base before moving to the feathers.

I finished the tattoo just before 2 and it came out perfectly, prompting me to hand him the mirror which he grabbed as Paul had and turned it away from me though I could swear it looked like he didn’t have any reflection at all. ‘Alright, you’re all finished. Is it what you wanted?’ I asked and he nodded, looking down at his chest.

‘You have no idea how perfect this is. Thank you Babygirl.’ He leaned down and kissed my cheek as I rang him up and I was once again bright red.

‘Look at that cute little blush!’ Marko exclaimed and he and Paul laughed like crazy. ‘Everything you do is just so cute Angel!’ He was teasing me and I wanted to hate it but I didn’t, it filled my stomach with butterflies and I was feeling awful about how badly I wanted to jump all of them.

‘Shut up.’ I grumbled and began closing up, all of them moving to hug me in one way or another.

‘We’ll see you tomorrow night Kitten.’ David told me and it felt almost like a warning, daring me not to be here which made me excited.

For the rest of the week they were there, David and Marko both getting tattoos of their own before Paul decided to get a bigger piece, dedicating a whole sleeve to his rockstar image which I found cute, starting with a killer electric guitar and lyrics from the song Lost in the Shadows. That next night was my last night on the boardwalk, going back to the dayshift the next day which they complained about loudly, insisting I switch my schedule so they could see me.

That night as I started my shift I was immediately bothered by Surf Nazis, a few of the assholes noticing me in the shop alone. I had kicked them out and the security escorted them off the boardwalk (which I knew wouldn’t last long). The boys didn’t show up at 8 like they normally did and I was a bit disappointed but I knew they would find something shiny and new to love eventually, guys like that always do.

Around 10 o’clock the assholes were back, 3 of them now walking around the shop and getting too comfortable.

‘Don’t touch me!’ I snapped as I cleaned my station, deciding to close early tonight and just take the loss if it got them away from me, their hands pinching me now and then before the one with the giant Mohawk pulled me to his chest and pinned me to the counter. ‘Let Me Go!’ I growled, punching at him as hard as I could but not making him budge.

‘Come on sweetheart, just spend the night with us, I promise you’ll have the time of your life.’ He teased just before I brought my knee up and hit him straight in the crotch, a high pitched noise escaping him before he collapsed.

‘Get the fuck out!’ His 2 friends helped him up before practically carrying him out and I pulled the gates at the front shut, locking them and making my way down the boardwalk. Unlike the last 5 nights, I was uneasy and scared again, hating the long walk in the darkness which is what made me hesitate as I got to the parking lot before trying to quickly get to the next street and away from the rowdy people. I wasn’t even halfway through the parking lot when I was grabbed, tight hands clamped around my waist and mouth as I was hauled down the beach no matter how hard I kicked before being dropped by a bonfire.

‘Hi there.’ The asshole from earlier greeted and I rolled my eyes.

‘Get the fuck away from me!’ I snapped, trying to get up only to be shoved back down onto my ass, realizing there were 4 of them now all looking down at me like it was the funniest joke ever told.

‘Oh, come on! We’re gonna have a great time, you just need to relax.’ There were suddenly hands on me from behind pulling at my jacket and I tried to pull my arms back, kicking my legs out and hitting the one in front of me in the stomach before two of them pinned me on my back on the sand.

‘You’re gonna pay for that, bitch.’ He snarled and just as he knelt down over me there was a loud shrieking sound from behind him and they all turned towards their friend that had screamed. I couldn’t sit up to see from where I was but as both men holding me suddenly let me go I knew whatever it was, it wasn’t good. As more screams rang out I rolled over, crawling along the sand and keeping my head down before seeing boots below my face that I recognized instantly.

‘David?’ I questioned, looking up and stiffening as I saw blood covering his mouth and jaw but strangely, I didn’t feel any real fear like I had moments ago.

‘Are you alright Kitten? The one night we’re late.’ He teased, leaning down and lifting me up to my feet. I turned around as the screaming suddenly cut off and saw all 4 Surf Nazi’s dead and covered in blood. I had to swallow to keep from getting sick as I saw several limbs no longer attached to their original bodies, Paul and Dwayne covered in blood much the same as David while Marko held one of the assholes in his grip with his…fangs…in the man’s neck.

‘Holy shit…’ They all looked at me now, their faces distorted but they didn’t look angry like I would expect, more concerned as they all looked at me, Marko dropping the now dead body.

‘Relax Kitten, it’s alright. You’re safe now.’ David told me and I took a deep breath, not feeling scared in the least.

‘Vampires…makes sense…only coming out at night. The mirror thing…that’s why you heal so fast! Totally unfair!’ I whined, realizing why their tattoos healed so quickly as they stepped closer to me, Dwayne having cleaned off his face as best he could before looking me over quickly.

‘Are you hurt? We got here as quickly as we could, we-‘

‘I’m fine! It’s alright…thank you for saving me…I’m going to have to switch to working nights after all, aren’t I?’ I joked making David snort beside me while he lit a cigarette.

‘Or you could quit and just tattoo us exclusively.’ Paul proposed. ‘For the rest of eternity.’

‘W-wait, you mean-‘

‘You think we show just anyone what we really are?’ Marko wondered.

‘You were meant to be one of us Princess-knew you were ours since the moment you sliced your finger and we smelled your blood, no changing that.’ The pothead laughed making me roll my eyes before feeling David’s arm around my waist, covering my neck in blood as he nuzzled me which was a uniquely gross feeling.

‘He’s right Kitten. You ain’t gettin away from us, might as well accept it…you, our little mate, were born to be a vampire.’

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Lost Boys x Tattoo Artist Moodboard

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Broken- Rafe Cameron x Toxic!Reader

I wanted to try and write a toxic reader fic but idk i might redo it

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Rafe Cameron knows what it's like to be broken.

He knows what it feels like to always be hurting, and yet also be the villain, that's why he stays.

Rafe had gone out without you and his phone died, so he had no way to contact you halfway through his night out. He should've found a way to charge it or even started making his way home, all of this would've been avoided, he's beating himself up for letting this happen. He knows how worried you get about him and when his location stops updating and your calls go to voicemail what else can you do other than assume the worst.

He got home so late and you stayed up, unable to sleep with thousands of thoughts running through your head, you were drained. The exhaustion you feel is quickly replaced with anger as Rafe tries to quietly enter, stumbling over himself, phone in hand. He sobers up completely as soon as he makes eye contact with your fired glare.

"Hey baby" he speaks timidly as he leans down to kiss you, but as an instant reaction you put your hands on his chest and all of your weight into them, shoving him away from you and making him stumble backwards a bit. "Don't hey baby me asshole, where the fuck were you?"

"I went out with Kelce and Top, remember baby you said I could" he tries desperately to remind you of the conversation that happened prior, anything to try and prolong the explosion that he knows is bound to happen.

"I said you could go out with them not cheat on me, like what the fuck?" You whine, fighting back tears and quickly letting your anger blend into sadness.

"Baby please, it's not like that" he approaches you again with caution, holding your hands in his until you drop them down, crossing your arms instead.

You wipe your eyes and abruptly stop whining, exchanging it for a glare. "I don't believe you, your location is off and I called your phone a thousand times"

"My phone died I-" you lunge forward and snatch his phone

"If it powers on rafe I swear to god i'll fucking kill you" You scream at him, fumbling with his phone, hands trembling with anger. He chews on his lip in anticipation as you hold the power button. The phone powers on and you don't even wait to see the battery percentage at three percent, or wait to see it almost immediately shut itself back off, you just react. You throw his phone as hard as you can towards him, but he dodges it, making the phone spike the ground. he knows it's broken without even looking at it, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care because you breakdown in front of him crying. You're crying because your constantly convinced and scared he's cheating on you, crying because you feel guilty about breaking his phone, and maybe even crying a little bit because its how you manipulate him, he's a sucker for your tears after all. "Do you want to break up with me?" you cry at him.

He rushes to your side, holding your head in his hands and wiping your tears softly, "No baby, of course not. I love you so much. I'm sorry I should've just came home so you wouldn't have had to worry." It's 2am and his phone is on the ground shattered, his body still holds the weight of the harsh slaps and pushes, yet he holds you as you cry.

You nod, agreeing with him. "You love me?" you ask pouting up at him.

"I do. I won't ever let my phone die again I'm sorry" he promises like he always does, always making and trying to upkeep the most outlandish promises if it meant making you happy.

You flash him a sweet smile and pull him into a hug that he quickly reciprocates. "It's okay Rafey, I forgive you. Im sorry about your phone"

He pulls back, smiling down at you, relieved that you’re back to your normal self again. "Don't be princess, I'll buy another, get you an upgrade too huh?"

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Moon boys when you’re on your period!

pairing(s) gn!reader x steven grant, gn!reader x marc spector

warnings just fluff and comfort. mentions of everything a period entails.

a/n i didn’t write for Jake purely because i don’t know spanish and it’s 2am, this took a lot longer than i thought it would and it would take even more time to translate words into spanish to write his pov, BUT if you do want me to do a jake pov let me know and i will! when you know- it’s not the middle of the night :)

Steven

Steven was awoken by you stirring in your sleep, he leaned over to check the time on his phone, 4:14am. He didn’t want to wake you, knowing full well someone shaking you awake when you’re having a nightmare is not a pleasant experience nor does it make it any less scary.

He decided to take a gentle approach, without touching you he just started saying your name in a gentle tone.

Y/n”

“Y/n wake up love, it’s me, steven.” He saw your eyes stirring and continued to softly speak. “Love, you’re okay, you’re safe” Your eyes fluttered open “Steven?” He gently caressed your arm “I think you were having a nightmare” You looked perplexed, as if you didn’t recall a nightmare. “I don’t think I- OW, UGH” You started wincing all of a sudden, Steven’s eyebrow raised “Y/N? What’s wrong?!” A trace of concern in his voice.

“CRAMPS” You screeched out while balling yourself into a fetal position and taking deep breathes, “I must of been stirring because o- of my cramps” You were squeezing your eyes shut in sheer pain. “I’ll get your water bottle!” Steven rushed to get to the kitchen, but before he swiftly got out of bed he made sure to give you a kiss on your temple. He kept looking back at you while he waited for the kettle to boil, making sure you were okay despite the tremendous pain he knew you were in. Steven wished he could take it away, he’d rather have cramps then see you like this.

Steven quickly filled the bottle, wrapped a tea towel around it and made sure to grab two painkillers and some water on his way back. “Here you go, my darling” He spoke with the upmost sympathy as he placed the water bottle on your abdomen. “Thank you, my perfect boy” You replied and watched a tint of red takeover his face. “Sit up a bit for me, yeah?” You obliged and sat up as best you could while not inducing anymore pain, Steven handed you the tablets and you plopped them in your mouth. He held the glass up to your lips for you as you downed them then ever so gently pressed a loving and soft kiss that said “I’ve got you”.

Steven climbed back into bed and rubbed your back for about 45 minutes as you both waited for the meds and heat pack to kick in, and for the pain to subside. He heard your deep breathes turn into content sighs and took that as a sign that the pain was gone or at least mostly to a point where it was bearable. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, “I love you my darling, Y/n” And with that, he too drifted off into a peaceful sleep, still of course keeping an ear out for you, his person.

Marc

Marc was out getting a few food bits in, he’d left you on the sofa where you were reading a book. He wasn’t out ten minutes before he received s text. Can you buy me some pads pls? Off he went to the sanitary towel isle, little did he know just how many options there were. Between all the different brands, sizes, wings or no wings, he was out of his depth.

Which kind do you need, baby? He sent back to you, and within a few seconds you responded with a brand name and size, making his job a whole lot easier. He decided to cut his shopping trip short knowing you’d need these ASAP.

Marc arrived home and walked in to see you that you were nowhere to be seen, “IN HERE!” He followed the sound of your voice to find you in the bathroom. He handed off the pads and decided to surprise you, while you cleaned yourself up in which he had noticed you decided to go for a shower. Marc made you a hot water bottle, a cup of tea and was currently making you a plate of your favourite treats. He set them on a tray on the bed just as you stepped out the bathroom.

“Baby, how are you feeling?” His eyes showed how deeply he meant that, wanting to do everything he could to make you feel comfortable. “My cramps aren’t too bad yet, I have a little headache coming on and am craving sugar.” He could tell you were trying to downplay it, not wanting him to be too worried about you, he could see through you though.

“Oh Marc this is perfect!” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, “I was just about to say I feel like today is a bed day” You smiled, his favourite smile. He helped you settle into the bed, making sure your pillows were fluffed to your liking and set the tray over your lap and the water bottle on your abdomen. As he went to sit on the sofa you called after him “Baby? Can you stay with me? I just want to be with you” He didn’t hesitate a second and was next to you, feeding you grapes quite literally.

After a few minutes he noticed you tearing up “Marc, my sweet, perfect, most handsome boyfriend. What did I do to deserve you?” By this point tears started streaming down your cheeks. “You’re just so perfect, always making sure I feel loved and seen, listening to me ramble about things I know you don’t care about or when I come home from work and I’m in a bad mood you give me my space and don’t question it if I snap at you. I really don’t deserve you” You were in hysterics. Marc looked at you, upset that you’d ever question if you deserved him. Of course you did, you were the most amazing person he’d ever met, the most accepting, loving, caring person. You made sure him and his alters felt safe and if he was having a nightmare you were there to pull him out of it and calm him down.

He kissed your tear stained cheeks, no words spoken but the actions spoke louder, telling you that you did deserve him. Nothing was going to change that. He wrapped his arms around you and you tucked your head into his neck, after a couple minutes you’d seemed to calm down but he still held you, not letting go. Not until you wanted him to. Another 10 minutes passed and you still hadn’t peeled away, and that’s when he noticed you were asleep. Your eyelashes resting softly and your mouth parted. He kissed the top of your head and held you and never let go.

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Making the ✨Lioncourt Gown✨ (Part 1/4)

Shoot, it's been like two years since I last posted, apologies! I’ve been incredibly busy with uni and life in general, taking care of my mental health, it’s just been a very stressful time lately. I haven't really worked on anything worthy of posting in the meantime, only minor things and one dress I rushed and it didn't turn out well anyway. But, since Halloween is coming up and I don’t feel like wearing the same thing for the third time in a row, I thought it was the perfect excuse to try and make something new and the other day at 2am I fell down a rabbit hole and came up with an idea I’m completely obsessed with.

So recently, (in case you couldn't tell by the title haha) I’ve been really into Interview with the Vampire (the TV show), and there’s this one costume that’s so iconic it immediately caught my attention: This Lestat outfit.

I feel like since this blog isn't fandom related I need to explain myself to those of you who are just semi-familiar with IWTV. Maybe you know Lestat as essentially the villain of the story and are wondering why on earth I'd want to make an outfit inspired by him. The answer is quite simple and not actually deep at all: I just thought it'd be a fun project. I'm very well aware of his personality and would not want to be in the same room as him in real life haha. But he's such an interesting character to watch on screen (they all are, in my opinion). Anyways-

This outfit is from a scene that takes place in the 1790s and now, I’m unfortunately not too versed in men’s fashion so I can’t quite comment on its historical accuracy (and also it’s worn in the context of a theater performance so it’s bound to be more flashy than what people would have worn on the streets), but the way the lapel is shaped just screams redingote to me, and since I've always wanted to make a redingote I'm going to make a redingote version of the costume!

For reference, here's what a c. 1790 redingote looks like:

This one has a normal button closure but redingotes were also often double-breasted (which is what I'm going for), taking inspiration from men's fashion. These were often worn to ride in - hence the name, redingote - riding coat.

Maybe this is the point where I should mention that I'm not going for perfect historical accuracy for this project. It really is just a fun project to try to approximate something as seen on a show to an actual historical piece of clothing.

Here’s a super quick sketch I drew to check if the colors looked good together, and I have to say, I’m sold 1000%.

I am so excited to wear this when it’s done, but also a bit anxious because for starters, I’ve never made a redingote before, and the dresses that I have made all have issues with the sleeves because apparently, I can’t sew sleeves correctly. So this time, I really want to make sure it all fits properly before I sew it and take my time with it to make sure it ends up being something that I love as much as I love the idea of it.

This time, I tried something a little different with my mockup - usually, I’ll draft a pattern on paper, then cut out my mockup and sew it, but this time I decided to make the mockup by draping the fabric directly on the mannequin that I dressed in my stays and a bumroll, making sure I had the correct measurments, and it was a complete gamechanger. It fit right away with minimal adjustments, and I was also immediately able to check how the fabric falls, if it needed to be on the bias or not, etc. I ended up doing everything on straight grain which is technically not 100% correct as the front piece needs to be on a slight bias but it seems to work for this piece so let’s hope the fabric doesn’t wrinkle! I’ll also be adding boning so I’m hoping that’ll additionally keep it all straight and even in the front.

Once the mockup was completed, I went on the search for the right fabrics and got these (the skirt fabric, the buttons and the tape I ordered online and they've yet to arrive!):

The black base fabric and the blue one are cotton, as will be the skirt. The details are satin! I spent a long time at the fabric store trying to think of the best way to do this and it does look like the details on Lestat's outfit are maybe velvet, but I was afraid it would look a little too costume-y and cheap, so I ended up going with satin in the end.

I pinned the fabric mock-up onto the lining fabric (just a white Ikea bedsheet), added 1,5cm seam allowances where needed cut out the lining first, then placed the lining onto the black base fabric and cut that out as well.

I needed to lay the pieces down this way because I bought 2,5 meters, and I'll need 2m for the outer skirt alone so there's not a lot of space left, as I'll also have to cut out the sleeves from that fabric. I then sewed everything together.

And then I noticed I'd made a mistake - the lining for the front panel was supposed to be blue. Welp, now it's white, and I also realized I didn't have enough blue fabric to do the collar AND the lining, so I went for a fake lining for which I cut out two blue triangles to be slightly bigger than the lapel

and stitched them to the lining layer so the seams wouldn't be visible on the black outer layer. This was the result:

Pretty happy with it! Next up, even though I don't have the beige tape yet, I decided to cut out the color panels in the front and already pin them down. After some trial and error, I decided to go for 15x4,5cm triangles and calculated the size needed for the shorter ones (9x7,5cm), cut them out of the satin (which, let me tell you, was so finicky it ended up being the most difficult part of it all) laid them down and fastened with pins.

This is what I have so far:

Looking at it in the picture, I'm worried that the color panels take up too much space in the front. It looks like that in the original picture, but in my sketch I made everything a little narrower. But I was also scared of pulling on it too much because the panels are just pinned to the fabric. Some parts are sticking out over the black base layer which maybe also makes it look wider than it really is, I'll cut it to shape once I have the tape and have a better visual understanding of what it's going to look like.

Next up will be the collar/yoke and the dreaded sleeves and possibly the boning. I should do the boning before I attach the beige tape. I am realizing as I’m writing this that I should’ve done the boning before pinning down the colored panels as they’re supposed to cover it. Oh well. It’s fine. Either way, I think it already looks super cool and I can't wait to see the finished product!

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spoil it all- uni student! nishimura riki x uni student! reader

a/n: RHHHHHHHHRAHHHHHHHRAHHAHAHAHHA :3 trying new layout i am sorry if its a lil ugly

warnings- fluff! little angst…! inspired by frank sinatra’s something stupid!

wc- 500-800 words

MASTERLIST

I know I stand in line

Until you think you have the time…

you slipped on your shoes and made your way down the street, it was spring time and you had a small break off school. it was exciting and what was even more exciting was that your best friend here was FINALLY free the same time as you. riki was a hard worker and even being friends he put his work and studies first.

you had grown up a lot in the past couple years with riki, you accidentally met on coincidence and have been talking ever since. both being foreigners studying in a new country. you’d facetime, text, send eachother memes, almost inseparable. unless he had work or was practicing his dancing, or just didn’t have time due to his studies.

so when he called you telling you to come over and hang out with him, you practically rushed over. why wouldn’t you?

To spend an evening with me

And if we go some place to dance…

you both ended up dancing around his small apartment, obviously he was a little better than you, being a dance major and all…

neither of you minded though, he was your best friend and why would he care?

you only cared a little bit… a lot actually…

you always cared, you saw how much he worked on his studies and how much he puts into everything he does.

it was admirable. you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him.

I know that there's a chance

You won't be leaving with me

you both were laying on the carpet that was freshly vacuumed. the dancing had taken you out and you both were giggling and breathing heavily.

“i wanted to talk to you about something…” riki started and leaned on his side, you turned to him and wiped your forehead.

“what is it?” your heart was pounding. you didn’t know why. maybe it was a sliver of hope.

riki moved onto his stomach now and ran his heads through his hair, his makeshift bracelets jingling, “after university i think i want to go to a training program.”

you blinked as you looked at him, riki had been talking about becoming a professional dancer anywhere after college since you’ve met him.

you smiled at him, “where do you think you’ll go?”

riki looked at you and grinned, “i dunno, korea, new york… maybe back home in japan… i haven’t decided.” he rubbed his eyes and looked up, “maybe i’ll even go to california.”

“i believe in you.”

of course you did, and you’ll always support him. even after college, even after this period of time was over and you both will probably never talk again, after you don’t need eachother anymore, even after all of that. you’d always believe in him, your best friend.

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place

And have a drink or two

later on in the night you stood in his dim kitchen making tea. giggling as it was 2am and everything was just so funny. you felt like kids again at a sleepover.

“okay i swear i know how to make my moms tea.” riki said and spoke a lot by nodding his head and moving his hands.

you started to laugh silently, covering your face, “riki i don’t know if it’s supposed to look like that!”

he threw his head back and laughed, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie that matched yours.

you both got matching hoodies last semester because he got tired of having to shoo off locals who tried to talk to you. so he fixed the problem. that was the first time you realized you saw him more than a best friend.

you watched him rush over to the tea bags and threw them in the pot, one of the papers was still attached and it caught fire.

riki jumped back, “WHAT DO I DO?!”

you started laughing, falling to the floor, “it’ll- it should- it’ll burn out quickly just turn off- turn off the stove!”

immediately he listened and looked at you on the floor, a little longer than a friend would, a small smile on his face before he started laughing just as hard as you.

And then I go and spoil it all

after the tea fiasco you both laid down in his room. it was around 4 am and he had soft lights around his room. it was still dark but little nooks and crannies of his room were illuminated.

“do you remember when that girl in your class asked if you were single?” you asked while readjusting the blanket. you were both talking about stories throughout your time here at the university.

riki covered his eyes and chuckled slightly, “i froze up! and started speaking japanese- yes of course i remember!”

“you did the same thing to me when that guy came up to me!” you exclaimed and shoved his arm, he acted like he was hurt and pretended to cry. then he stopped and looked at you.

“that guy was ugly you could do so much better. of course i cursed him out in japanese.”

your jaw dropped and you started laughing, “RIKI STOP THATS MEAN!” you went to shove him again but he ended up grabbing a pillow and smacking you, lightly.

you both were giggling after the play fight and you were trying to brush hair out of face. he was above you still laughing and you could help but stare at him.

he was so pretty to you, obviously you always noticed this, you’ve dyed his hair multiple times, done his makeup for some university and community performances, you had every mole on his face memorized. the little details of your best friend were your favorite. and his personality was even more beautiful to you, you loved everything about him. his laugh, the way he words things, how he talks and laughs with his whole body, you were in love with him.

“what?!” riki asked, almost taunting in a way, still playing around.

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

without even thinking you spoke, “i love you…”

“what?”

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Taxi Cab B.B 🚕🗽

Pairings: TaxiDriver!Bucky Barnes X Female Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ O N LY Sex as payment. Language. Cream pie. Not very many warnings. But if I’m missing any pls lmk!

Please do not repost my work anywhere else!!!! Expect for here or wattpad, you have been warned…

Authors Note: this may suck a little bit. This is my first fic in over like a year….? Or longer I’m not really sure!!! But please reblog and comment!!! I like seeing feedback!!! If you have any requests please don’t be afraid to send them in!! SEMI EDITED! Don’t come at me for any spelling mistakes😭💀

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It had been a cold rainy night in New York tonight. You thought it would've been a good idea to go out to a bar to get a few drinks for yourself, well maybe it was because your boyfriend had just broken up with you just an hour before.

You shiver in the ran as you try to get a taxi to go home, you had drank a little too much, but you didn't care. You used your jacket as an umbrella so your hair didn't get in the way.

"Taxi!" You scream once more. You groan when you watch the yellow car drive past you. "Fuck." You groan, reaching into your pants pocket you pull out your phone, tapping on the screen it doesn't light up.

Dead, just what you needed.

Shoving the phone back into your pocket you glance up and notice a taxi waiting in front of you on the street.

The passenger side window rolls down, revealing a man with dark black hair almost down to his shoulders.

"You need a ride?" He questions from the window.

You smile, "Yes thank you!" Holding onto the jacket that rested on top of your head, you rush to the taxi, opening the door you slide inside.

Shutting the door, you remove your jacket from your head and you put it on the seat next to you.

The man meets your eyes in the mirror. "Where to?" He questions.

You let out a long sigh, "Second street." You smile.

The man nods, and starts the engine.

You could fall asleep, the sound of the rain tapping against the car, and the wipers of the car silently hitting the car window.

But you were pulled out you thought when the man brakes the silence, "Why out so late?" He hums.

You shift in your spot, and glance at the clock it read 2am.

You must've lost track of time

"I didn't realize that it was that late." You say swallowing back a yawn. The man chuckles, he notices you looking out the window, and he had noticed the tight shirt you had on. It made your boobs look nice. He grunts and adjusts in his seat.

"Got anyone waiting for you at home?" He questions meeting your e/c in the mirror."

"No, my boyfriend recently broke up with me." You say looking down at your nails.

What kind of guy breaks up with a girl who looks like that. He thinks.

Looking up at the man you notice his eyes were focused on the road, "What's your name?" You hum.

"Bucky." He says meeting your eyes once more.

"Yours?" Bucky asks.

"Y/N."

"Nice to meet you Y/n." He hums.

The car comes to an abrupt stop, "Here we are." He says turning his body in his seat.

You smiling reaching into your coat pocket, "Shit." You mumble. You didn't have anything to pay him.

"I don't have any money." You softly say.

Bucky laughs, It's okay doll it's not the money i wan anyway." He hums looking you up and down, his eyes linger on your breasts. A cold chill runs down you spine once he looks away.

He turns on the car and begins to drive way from you apartment building.

"That was my stop." You quitly say.

"I'm going to get my payment." His growls.

Bucky pulls into a dark alley way. He shuts off the car. Opening the car door you watch him walk over to the backseat door.

He opens the door, he slides in. Closing the door the behind him. You noticed how it echoed off the alley you were in.

"So, about that payment." Bucky licks his lips eyeing you up and down, it was like he wanted to eat you.

"I- I don't have any money Bucky." You swallow hard, watching the mans eyes grow darker.

"I don't want your money." He says reaching over to touch your exposed shoulder. "I need you to be quite." He whispers he leans in closer. You could feel him breathing on your neck.

"Bucky-" You warn trying to get away, but you couldn't. You turn your body and you begin to tug on the handle do the door.

"It's locked." Bucky says.

"Please just let me go. I have money back at my place." You plead.

'No can do doll." He says grabbing your wrist. Pulling you close to him. 'now we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. You choice."

You swallow hard. You didn't say anything back. You watch as Bucky tugs on your jeans, "Take em off." He grunts, you notice him sliding down the zipper of his jeans, he reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock.

You shimmy out of your jeans.

Bucky begins to stoke his cock, fast. The air was thick and hot his hair was sticking to his face, Once he notices you were out of your jeans he grabs your waits.

Making you sit on top of him, Your head was touching the top of the car.

Bucky reaches under you pulling your panties to the side, he drags to of his fingers down your folds. Causing a silent moan to fall from your lips

"Someone's wet." He growls He drags his cock through your lips, he lines it up with your hole. He grabs your hips to lower you down onto his cock.

A loud moan rips through your body. Causing you to lean forward, as Bucky begins to work his hips. You moan loudly. You drop your head into his neck.

Your eyes wander to the window right in front of you.

Watching as cars pass by the alley way. You wondered if anyone that passed by knew you were fucking your cab driver cause you didn't have any money.

You were sure that the car was rocking back in forth, but you didn't care his cock was filling you up. Almost sending you over the edge.

"You feel so fuckin good." He moans slapping your ass.

"Fuck." You moan biting you lip. You felt your orgasm approaching as he begins to thrust faster, "You gonna cum for me doll?" He questions grabbing you ass.

"Yes." You choke out a moan when you feel your orgasm wash over you.

Bucky's cock twitches inside of you coating your walls with his cum.

"I love you." You mumble into his neck.

Bucky laughs, "You broke character." He groans pulling out of you. Causing a silent moan to fall from your mouth. "I know." You huff.

You slide off his waist and into the seat next to him. "Ex boyfriend huh?" Bucky looks down at your fucked out state, "Shut up." You playfully hit his arm.

"It's called 'acting' for a reason, smart ass." You grab your jeans off the floor of the car and begin to slide them on.

Bucky tucks himself back into his pants. "How'd you get this cab anyway?"

Bucky raises his eyebrow. "You don't wanna know, but I'll i'm gonna say is that the actual driver is knocked out in the trunk." He laughs.

"Bucky!" You squeal.

"You asked doll," Bucky exits the car, "You comin or not."

You laugh and follow suit.

- - - Bucky sets the cab driver in the front seat, he reaches over him to grab something out of the passenger seat, "Here." He closes the door to the taxi.

Bucky hands you an umbrella, "Thank you." Smirking Bucky grabs your hand, "We should totally do this again.."

You and Bucky begin to walk out of the alley way hand in hand, "Yea, but it's my turn, to pick.. and I want you to wear a ghostface mask."

"You gotta deal doll."

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

hi there! picture #3 fluff :)

Finally had some time to write more of these! Thank you for your request and mostly your patience 💖 Some husband and dad Harry for you!

Warnings: just birth talk and pregnancy talk!

It was nearing 2am when one of the stronger contractions you'd been having assailed you right as you were about to doze off. You bit your lip as to not make too much noise and wake Harry. You were jealous as you glanced over to see Harry blissfully zonked out while you struggled to get any rest from your size and pain. Your back had been killing you for a few days now, but it was just getting progressively worse and nothing had been helping to ease your discomfort throughout the evening. And you were well aware that this was an indicator that you'd be giving birth soon given the contractions you'd been experiencing since the morning, but they were too far apart to make you go to the hospital, you'd been tracking them carefully with Anne. But this one that had just made you grit your teeth had been nothing like the ones you'd been feeling throughout the day. You were tense as the pain radiated down your legs even and when it passed you carefully got out of bed as to not disturb Harry.

You just needed to walk it off, so you migrated down to the kitchen because the pain had made you a bit queasy and you wanted to make yourself a bit of ginger tea to help relieve the icky feeling. You waited a few minutes for your tea to cool some before you indulged in it. You never liked the taste of ginger tea, or ginger in general but you knew that you would have a stronger dislike for it now as you quickly set your mug down and clung to the kitchen counter, exhaling slowly as a particularly strong cramp hit you. You literally whimpered as this one seemed to last a bit longer than the one that had made you get out of bed.

"Darling, just exhale slowly." you heard Anne's soothing voice and saw her slipper-clad feet off to the side as her warm hand rubbed over your back. You nodded, assuring her that you'd heard her and did as she said. After a couple moments the pain had subsided enough that you could straighten up again and she smiled softly at you, "S'that the first bad one?" she asked you.

"Second." you said, full back to normal now and you reached for your tea again and had a sip before you glanced to the time on the microwave, "First one was at 1:36." you informed, "So like...a little bit over 10 minutes ago?" you said.

"This is your first one 10 minutes apart?" she asked and you nodded.

"Oh, you're getting close! Should I call your mum to be ready just in case?" she asked and you nodded to confirm.

"Please." you said and she nodded and hurried off to the guest bedroom to make the call. You knew that she wouldn't leave you alone, so you made her some tea as well and she thanked you when she returned.

"Read my mind!" she said with a small smile, "How're you feeling about this all?" Anne asked you and you bit your lip before answering.

"Honestly, all of the excitement is kind of gone now..." you sighed softly, "Like it's more fear or nerves that something will go wrong or like how much more is this going to hurt? There's...regret." you said honestly, feeling so guilty as you confessed it, "Like obviously, I'm happy we're having a baby and I don't regret the baby, but like, what if I'm not ready to be a good mom yet? Like regret in that sense, of like maybe we rushed this?" Anne nodded as she listened, there wasn't any judgement on her face at all.

"I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that it'll be easy. And I'm not just talking about the birthing... if I'm being honest that's the easy part." she said with a small smile and you smiled as well, "But you're ready." She encouraged you as she tucked your hair behind your ear, "H is ready." she said and you nodded.

"He's been ready." you said softly and Anne nodded with a chuckle.

"You know, he called me after your first date and he said that he thought you were the one." she said and you looked to her with some surprise.

"After the first date?" you asked and she nodded, "Did he tell you it was just shy of a disaster?" you asked with a smile.

"He alluded to it...tell me." she said and you shook your head with a chuckle as you remembered it.

"He was nearly 20 minutes late." you shared with a small smile, "Being who he is, they still seated us, even though the staff thought that I had just used his name to get a good table." you explained and Anne chuckled, "When he finally showed up he looked completely worn out, I guess it'd been quite a long day at the studio." you recalled, "And ummm...then I asked him for a meal recommendation since he'd picked the place and then he told me that he had never even eaten there before, he'd seen a video on instagram apparently and thought the place looked cool." you recalled, "That's when I really just wanted to get up and leave." you said and Anne groaned with a shake of her head. "Like...I didn't want to be rude, even though it feel poorly planned and a bit haphazard, you know? The friend who had set us up had really been plotting this for a long time and I kept rejecting the idea because I just felt like we wouldn't be a good fit. So I stuck it out just to prove to my friend that I was right." you explained to Anne with a grin, "When we were leaving he shook my hand and said it was lovely to meet me and just walked the other way. I was livid and was literally looking up my friend's contact as I stormed over to my car and suddenly he was calling me and when I picked up he asked me for a ride "home". He forgot that he hadn't driven there." you shared and Anne shook her head.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously! I felt bad so I just said yes and picked him up out front and he gave me an address and it was to the studio, not his house." you said "And there was an accident or something, but there was plenty of traffic and he dozed off on me in the car. I had to wake him up when we arrived. I literally wanted to cry, like I felt humiliated and like maybe my friend secretly hated me." you said and Anne frowned as you told your side of the events, "I told my friend that if he said anything to just let him know that I wasn't interested in anything with him." you said with a small smile now, "And one night, a week or so later, he showed up at my place with flowers and this crazy story about how one of his friends had made a mushroom infused tea and he didn't know about it until he'd had a mug. No one warned him that it was laced or anything because they didn't know he had a date and whatever. And even high, he didn’t want to cancel because he really wanted to be there and he knew I was hesitant to begin with. So he thought if he cancelled last minute I just wouldn’t give him another shot. Which I mean…he was right about that.” you said through a chuckle and Anne was grinning and shaking her head.

"And uh, he apologized profusely and he completely understood that I wanted nothing to do with him, but he at least wanted to explain himself and apologize for his behavior and the really shitty date in person. He also apologized for waiting so long, but that he was absolutely mortified and needed to build the courage to come talk to me." you said, "And ummm... I don't know, I liked that he went out of his way to apologize. Most people would just call or text, you know? And so before he left I asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner and he accepted, and ate the food, even though it wasn't vegetarian...I didn't know at the time." you explained and Anne smiled, "And ummm...well the rest is history."

"Well yeah, he definitely left all of that out." Anne said and you laughed softly and then your smile disappeared as you hissed as another contraction came and then after a few moments it faded again, "He told me that you had been so kind, patient, and understanding with him the whole time. He said that you had a lovely smile and that there was just something about you. Now I'm thinking he imagined the whole thing..." Anne joked and you laughed along with her. And she was helping you feel better and then you remembered something.

"Oh, we were supposed to be recording this whole thing. Lloyd wanted to make a little thing for us from our footage!" you recalled.

"Such a sweet lad." Anne cooed at the mention of him and you smiled and nodded.

"He really is." you pouted with endearment. "The camera's in the go bag by the door." you said and Anne rushed off to get it. She had managed to get it on and had returned already recording.

"I think I've done it." she said and you nodded, the little red light up front indicating that she was in fact recording. "So tell us, what's going on?"

"Well it's... 2am and your father, Harry is completely knocked out, sleeping like a log...I am having thee contractions now." you said to the camera, "Felt gross so I made some ginger tea and now...oh....another's coming." you winced a bit and your smile faded.

"Breathe, love. Just breathe."

"Ahhh...." you whimpered and tried to relax your body as much as possible, but it was not happening, "OK, I think it's time to wake your dad up so that he has time to freak out and get dressed." you said to the camera and Anne smiled and Anne stopped the recording, "Let me take this from you," you said and she haded over the camera.

"Do you need help getting up the stairs?"

"No, I think I can do it. I'll shout for Harry if I get stuck." you said with a smile and she giggled.

"Alright." she looked at you a bit skeptically, but she didn't want to push you, it was important that you felt confident and capable as you went into this final stage of carrying your baby.

"I insist. Go ahead and take a shower, get dressed, you might not be able to in a few days." you reminded and she nodded, that much was true.

"Alright, I'll text your mum an update." she said and you thanked her before you waddled on up.

You quietly made your way into your shared bedroom with Harry, the light from the hallway helped you to see him already sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Where'd you go?" he asked lowly and you zoomed in on his face as he glanced towards you.

"To make some tea, was feeling nauseous." you explained and he hummed. "S'almost time, daddy." you said and his eyes widened a bit.

"Wait, seriously?" he asked, suddenly more alert and you nodded and shut off the camera before waddling over to his side of the bed. You set the camera down as he leaned closer and held the sides of your belly and kissed the top of it.

"The contractions are about ten minutes apart, s'been almost an hour of that." you informed him and he hummed, "Should probably hop in the shower." you said and he nodded.

"Want help?" he asked and you shook your head.

"S'alright, I think I just need a little mental preparation." you said and he nodded in understanding.

"OK, I'll get everything in the car. S'mum up?"

"Yeah, she's having a shower." you smiled as you played with the longer curls at the top of his head.

"I think she's a girl." Harry said and smiled up at you, "I don't know, I just feel it." he hummed and you smiled.

"I think so too." you confessed and he was beaming. He wasn't so much worried about you, he was just really eager to meet your baby girl. He knew that you were a bit scared, you'd been expressing it to him several times over the last couple weeks, but he also knew that you were strong and that you'd do a great job delivering your baby.

"I love you." he said to you.

"I love you." you responded, "Alright, let's get going." you said and he nodded. You straighten out the bed a bit as Harry got his robe on then rushed down to get the car loaded. You had showered and now were laying your outfit out on the bed when the next contraction came. "Oh fuck..." you winced as this one seemed to hit a little harder.

"Oh, baby." Harry came up beside you and grabbed your hand. You squeezed it tight as the pain radiated from your lower back all the way down your legs. You were trying to breathe through it as Anne had instructed earlier. Harry's other hand came to your back, where you'd been saying was sore and he rubbed with some pressure, hoping that he was helping in some way. He kissed your wet hair and your exhaled shakily as the pain started to subside. "I wish there was more I could do." he said softly as you relaxed now that the pain had mostly gone.

"Think you did enough." you said with a slightly pained smile and he shook his head and chuckled at your little joke. "Alright, get washed up! you reminded and he nodded and kissed your lips before hurrying into the bathroom. He hopped in the shower quickly as you got dressed, it did take a bit longer now that moving was hard. Then you checked your purse and made sure that your phone was charged and that you had the power bank in there. You heard Harry get the blowdryer on, he was prone to colds and the last thing he wanted was to get sick because he went out with wet hair and then not be able to be around you two. LA was not as warm as it typically was this time of year, so he just needed to go the extra mile. After he finished up you reached for the camera and started recording as you approached the bathroom, you smiled as the angle you were coming from captured Harry brushing his teeth in the mirror. "It is 2:37 in the morning and there's your dad, getting ready to go." you said as you zoomed into his reflection, "He's also very excited to meet you." you said and Harry's eyes met with yours through the mirror. He spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth and he smiled at you.

"C'mere." he urged you and you zoomed out as you waddled in, "Let me see that." he said taking the camera from your and turning it around to you. "Listen here, baby Styles." he started and you rolled your eyes playfully, "There's no way you'll ever know what it took to get you here. Everything your mum's about to do to get you into our arms, it's gonna be a lot. A lot of pain and a lot of time, but there's also going to be a lot of love. And every family has their up and downs, but whenever you get upset at your mum in the future just remember everything she went through to make sure you were here with us. She took such good care of you while you were in her tummy and she will take good care of your for the rest of your life." he said and you smiled at him, "So just...be nice and patient with her, especially when you're a teenager OK?" he said and you chuckled, "I mean look at how pretty she is. How could anyone ever have any bad feelings towards her?" he said and you shook your head, "And I will make sure to set a really good example for you on how we treat your mum. I can't wait to meet you. I love you already." he said and you rolled your lips together to suppress your smile. "I love you too." he said as he zoomed further and further into your smile before he stopped recording and set the camera down. Just then the next contraction hit and he pulled you close as you winced at the pain.

"How much worse can this get?" you whimpered through the pain and Harry frowned.

"I don't know, baby." he sighed, "But they can give you things to help with that, yeah? To make sure it doesn't hurt too much." he said and you nodded. "I don't know h-how well they work but I'm sure it'll help." he assured.

"I just want to be calm." you explained as the pain faded, "I don't want to be so in pain that I don't remember anything, you know?" you asked and he nodded in understanding.

"We'll ask about that straight away." he assured you and you nodded.

"One more request." You said and he nodded attentively, "Don't you dare record anything going on down there." you said seriously and he chuckled, "I know it's life coming into the world and all, so feel free to go look but just no recording, I don't think I ever want to see the mess of it. Also it's still my vagina...like I know it won't be so private anymore, but the less people I have watching it get torn apart, the better." you said and he nodded through his soft laughter.

"OK, promise I won't." he assured you and kissed your lips.

"Especially my mom. She will try to take pictures of it, I know she will." you said with some stress in your voice now. "I've already talked to her about it and that I will kick her out if she even tries! But you better back me up if it comes to that." you said and he nodded.

"I will back you up 100%, baby." he assured you and you smiled, "I love you more than anything in the world. Thank you for making me so happy and for giving me everything we've ever wanted." he said with tearful eyes and you sniffled.

"No crying, there's already gonna be a lot of that..." you whined and he chuckled.

"I can't help it! There's just a lot of feelings, you're already such a good mum. Can't wait to actually see you with our baby." he hummed and you smiled and grabbed his jaw and he leaned down to kiss you slowly.

"Let's go have this baby then." you smiled against his lips.

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contains: little blurbs/head cannons of dating jace

1. every time he gets the chance, he will steal your phone and take pictures of himself. especially if you come to set with him, and you aren’t looking, he opens the camera-app and randomly take selfies with people from the cast, resulting in your storage getting full, but you always refuse to delete them:

2. he’s literally the most clingy boyfriend ever, whether you would go upstairs to brush your teeth or leave the house to run some errands, he always wants to come with you. he ALWAYS wants cuddles or touch you in someway when he comes home, especially after a long day on set, he’d even complain when you would go to the bathroom for a minute.

“jace get up.” you chuckled, trying to get out of his grip when you told him you needed to go to the bathroom. “no. don’t leave.” he buried his face into your chest, laying on top of you on the couch, making it almost impossible for you to get up. somehow you careful pushed him off of you, stood up and walked away, which resulted in him sneaking his hands around your waist. he pulled you back towards him again, clearly signing he didn’t want you to leave.

3. he talks about having kids and your future together A LOT. he rants to you about how good of a mother you will be or he tells you how much he would like for your future kids to have your eyes or lips. he also asks you like once a week how you want your dream house to look like. you just know he's gonna be an amazing father, he definitely doesn't rush you into thinking you need to have kids right now, but if you said you'd be ready for it he would quite literally be the happiest person alive. lets just say that because he brings up this topic so much, you started thinking about it much more than you did before. your dream house on the other hand, you've known how you want it to look like since you were 12. but yet he still asks things about it, just to confirm you still want the same. the future is something you both look really forward to, and even though you two are young, you would definitely say yes if he'd go on one knee and asked you to marry him.

4. he NEVER lets you go to sleep mad or frustrated, especially if it is about something he (apparently) did. even if it is 2am, he will cuddle and kiss you until you say you're not mad at him anymore. you also give him the silent treatment sometimes, but most of the time it does eventually result in you talking to him.

"i really want you to talk to me, what's going on?" he sounded frustrated, waiting impatiently for you answer him, since you've been giving him the silent treatment for more than 10 minutes. his fingers softly brushed against your waist under your shirt, sending shivers trough your whole body. he knew you got weak when he touched you, so in your opinion it was kind of unfair. he leaned in from behind, whispering while carefully laying his head on your shoulder. "please just say something...." his voice shuddered, clearly signing he was sad. he moved even closer and pressed his lips on the side of your face. little did he know it was getting a little smile out of you, and just accepted the fact it did made your angry feelings disappear a bit. "whatever i did i'm sorry..." he whispered as he grabbed a strand of your hair and let it gently slide trough his fingers. now you couldn't be mad anymore, you turned around to find him looking at you intensely. a smile formed, you softly placed a kiss on his lips, making him smile back at you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in closer.

5. he is not the type of guy to hold in his feelings, and especially with you he can't hide them. he loves you too much for him to not show his real emotions, and you love that about him. one time he came home from a long day on set and ranted to you for half an hour about how he felt incredibly sad the whole time when you couldn't come with him that day because you went somewhere with your friends, and the only thing that consumed his mind was you. it had eventually led to him crying in your arms, which shattered your heart. he told you how he couldn't even concentrate while acting, and getting questioned multiple times from the cast if he was feeling okay. you went with him ever since to set almost every day, at least when when you were able too. but he could also be overly excited and happy, for example when he heard he got to work with one of his favorite celebrities in a new movie. when he heard the news, the first thing he did was calling you and was overly excited for a whole week, as if he had been eating 40 sugar cubes all at once. he was dancing, smiling, kissing and hugging you all week, like he had all of the worlds energy in him.

6. he talks in his sleep, and you find it absolutely adorable. he will sometimes even rant about you, or he talks to you in his dream and you talk back which most of the time results in him waking up asking what is going on.

"baby.." he mumbled softly under his breath, but yet it woke you up. you slowly sat up straight in the bed when you heard jace talking next to you on the bed, which made you wonder if he was sleep-talking or really awake. "yes?" you tiredly asked him, rubbing your eyes. "don't trip over the key.." he still mumbled, making it quite hard to make out was he was saying. a quiet laugh escaped your mouth, now knowing he was definitely talking in his sleep. "i won't trip over the key." you playfully answered him, as he turned around a little, moving closer to you. his hair being mess, his back towards you and one leg off the bed almost made him fall off. you talked back to him for about 10 minutes, and you were surely whispering, but somehow he woke up. "what are you doooiing..?" he turned to your side, tiredness and a confusing look spreading over his face. you started laughing, the sleeptalk-conversation you had with him was so funny that you just had to laugh. "what?—" he smiled and chuckled right after, wondering why you were laughing. "i just had a whole on conversation with you about tripping over a key."

7. everybody thinks he doesn't seem the type get really jealous, but that is so false. if someone tries to flirt with you, he will quite literally give them a death glare and pull you closer to him. sometimes he gives you a kiss to show them ‘you're not available’. if you tell him a guy was flirting with you while he wasn't there with you, he will ask you every detail about him; how he looked like, where you saw him, how his voice sounded etc. you thought it was cute how he was so protective of you.

"he doesn't know if i have a boyfriend jace. calm down." you chuckled, letting him know he doesn't have to be worried about you that much. 'he just asked for my number,' you thought. not that big of a deal. "i know how guys can be, trust me." he said, tilting his head while looking into your eyes. you laughed, trying to play the situation off. "i just don't want you to get hurt, okay?"

i may make a part 2 of this :)

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also, i’m working really hard on a series for you guys, I’m not sure when i will be posting the first part though cause it’s so much work :’) but i’m really excited for it 😁😁

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"I‘ll make you feel better Princess“ | Older!eddie X Fem!reader

Pairing: Older Eddie X Fem Reader (reader is 21, Eddie in his 30‘s)

Warnings: +18 MINORS GO AWAY ISTG, Age gap, slight Daddy kink I think?? hurt / angst,pet names, smut, eddie being a soft meanie, oral (f receiving), if I missed something pls let me know!

Word count: 2.3k

a/n: I’m such a simp for older Eddie x reader <\\\3 so I HAD to write something about it..this is my first time trying to write smut and idk how to feel about it. Maybe it’s kinda rushed? Idk :“)

English is not my first language, so I apologize for all kinds of mistakes! Feel free to send requests! feedback is always appreciated but please be nice! Enjoy the story! Don’t like? Don’t read!

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It‘s a cold fall night in Hawkins Indiana, 2am to be exact. You should be lying in your bed by now, cuddled up between your plushies and pillows to get some sleep before work tomorrow. Instead you’re here. Sitting in your older neighbors lap while he‘s softly playing with your hair. Your back is pressed against his strong chest, enjoying the comfortable state you’re currently in as his body gives you some warmth. He‘s like your personal human heater. Your eyes are focused on the small screen in front of you, watching whatever lame sitcom is playing at this time, when a soft sigh escapes your lips.

"What is it Sweetheart?“ the deep voice of your fathers co-worker suddenly interrupts your silent staring contest with the screen of the TV. "What do you mean?“ is all you say, not daring to look away from the screen but Eddie has other plans. He wraps his strong arms around your hips, making you face him within 2 seconds and without any struggle. He‘s expecting to see your pretty eyes staring back at his but instead he finds you looking slightly downward, directly onto his chest. His fingertips poke into your side, a sign for you to look at him, but you don’t. You‘re avoiding his gaze on purpose.

"You know exactly what I mean, young lady. What‘s going on in that pretty head of yours?“ his voice is soft but daring. He wants to know what made you come over to his old, messy trailer. Especially because it’s 2am on a Wednesday night and because he knows you have to get up early tomorrow. If you‘re not going to tell him on your own, he‘s going force it out of you.

This time it‘s his turn to let out a heavy sigh after no reaction of yours. One of Eddie‘s hands finds it‘s way to your jaw, gripping it hard to lift your head up a bit and making you look at him. This time your eyes meet with his instantly. They’re beautiful brown, almost like the color of chocolate. His pupils are expanded, not as wide as they are when he‘s horny but just enough to see the pure adoration and concern in his eyes. A simple look of his is all you need to start blushing like a crazy teenager who‘s madly in love.

It‘s not the first time that Eddie looks at you that way. He has done it many times before but ever since the two of you started this little 'affair', how you like to call it, it just feels so much different. So much better. Eddie and you have known each other since you were 16 years old, he actually took care of you sometimes too. Whenever your father was on one of his "business trips" or out partying, Eddie happily decided to look after you. He made you breakfast, watched over you when you had some parties at yours, he drove you to school and picked you up again. People in town started to think that Eddie Munson had found his "lost daughter“ how they liked to call you. But you‘re still pretty much convinced that he‘s just doing all of that for you, because he knows how it feels to grow up without parents. Without a father figure especially.

"Are you gonna talk to me, or do you just wanna keep staring, Princess?“ his voice pulls you out of your thoughts once again, the nickname he has given you making you shiver under his touch slightly. "Sorry..'s just that you‘re really fucking pretty" your lips form into a soft smile. The grip on your jaw loosens up as Eddie gives you his usual, deep chuckle. Your favorite sound ever, next to his moans. His hand wanders down your body until it‘s settled on your hips, drawing slow circles into the flesh of your barely covered ass. "Well…y‘know I appreciate your compliments. But you gotta talk to me Angel, what made you come over to an old man like me at that time, mh?" You stay silent again, causing another sigh of Eddie‘s but before he‘s able to continue talking, you start talking.

"It‘s just..my dad was being an asshole again. I didn’t want to argue with him…so I left. And I thought coming here was the best thing to do.." you shyly admit while looking down to his chest once again. Not daring to look up, he’s probably smirking like always. Teasing you. Your fingers slowly start dragging over the soft material of his tank top, playing with the hem of it as you reach the bottom. Eddie stalks over your hands, following every single movement with his eyes. Gosh he thinks you‘re adorable like this. Sitting there, in one of his old Shirts and your panties only, right on his lap, while you’re playing with his clothes. He probably shouldn’t be head over heals for a younger women, especially not you since he has known you, since what feels like forever. Plus, you’re his co-workers daughter who just started working. All of this is so wrong. But it feels so goddamn right.

"You want me to make you feel better Princess? I‘ll take care of you, no matter what you want me to do" and he means it. If you need to cuddle up to his chest and ball your eyes out, he‘ll be the one to hold you close to him and let you wet his shirts with your tears. If you want to punch someone, he‘ll be the one to let you punch him. If you need a hot chocolate and ice cream, he‘ll drive to the next supermarket and get you everything you need. If you need to get fucked until you‘re nothing but a crying, cock-drunk Slut, oh he‘ll happily be the man to make you cry beneath him. He‘d do anything for you.

Your fingers make their way up to his chest again, locking your gaze with his carefully as you do and nod in response to his earlier question. "Words y/n." Of course he needs words. "Please make me feel good Eddie". That‘s all he needs. "I’ll make you feel better Princess".

Before you know it you’re flipped over, lying on your back with the soft material of the couch touching your back. Eddie‘s fast with his movements though. He’s hovering above you in the split of a second, pressing his wet lips onto yours as he kisses you messily. He may be older now but he’s still kinda chaotic when it comes to making out. You love it though. You softly moan into the kiss when one of his hands starts massaging your left boob, slowly playing with it as his other hand wraps around your throat to give it a soft squeeze.

He‘s lying between the fat of your thighs just as fast as you were lying on the couch. His arms wrap around your legs after he slowly pulls down your panties, smiling a bit because of the wetness that already lingers between your folds. He drags them all the way down, to your ankles before he sits up again, removing them completely and leaving you in front of him in nothing but his shirt. What a beautiful sight. You mirror his action, sitting up straight with your hands at the hem of his shirt. When he realizes you’re about to pull it off, he stops you.

"Keep it on please. You look stunning in this shirt" he smiles at you. Before you‘re able to protest, his lips are on yours again, moving slowly as the two of you find a steady rhythm. Going slow and passionate this time. You feel the light pressure he‘s putting into the kiss, a sign for you to lie down again. You happily follow his unspoken request and lie down, spreading your legs wider so he‘s able to get comfortable between your thighs. His arms wrap around your legs and hips once again and he slips even further until his lips graze over the skin of your inner thigh, making you gasp softly.

You‘re able to feel a smug grin form on his lips after he starts sucking on your skin slightly, leaving you with a few dark marks that only you and him will be able to see. A hot feeling starts to build up in your body, causing you to whimper softly. "Ed’s please..no teasing today. I need you" you sigh. Eddie doesn’t want to tease you, well at least not right now…but he wants to take his sweet time with you. He wants to worship your body in every way possible. He wants to show you how much he loves to make you feel good. To him, it doesn’t matter if he gets off on it. His only goal is to make you cum…also, most of the time he cums in his pants like a dumb teenage boy, just from hearing and seeing you fall apart beneath him.

"Sorry Sweetheart, just wanted to mark what‘s mine" he winks at you before pulling you even closer, making you gasp again after his tongue slowly starts drawing slow circles on your, already aching, clit. The two of you never spoke about what actually is going on with you..if you’re a couple already or not..but you couldn’t care less right now. Sweet Eddie really loves taking his time, devouring every soft moan and gasp of yours as he starts giving your bud the softest kitten licks. His slow make-out session with your clit doesn’t last long though, he knows what you need and he‘ll gladly give it to you. So his tongue starts to lick through your folds, which are soaked in your own juices by now, enjoying the taste of you in his mouth as he starts playing with your hole.

Normally he‘d be wearing his tongue piercing right now since he loves eating you out with it. It’s his new favorite thing to do, ever since you’ve told him that it makes you cum even faster, even harder…but because of the time you’ve decided to come over, he‘s sadly not wearing it. He‘ll definitely catch up to that tomorrow morning. While his tongue starts to happily explore your insides, one of your hands settles in his messy curls to tug on it every now and then. It helps you to find a hold and to not squirm away from him.

"Eddie Fuck! 'S so good“ you moan out softly while tugging on his hair, when his thumb lazily starts massaging your clit. He ate you out so many times by now, he just knows the ways to make you feel good. To make you forget everything. Others would get tired of cumming so fast, but you? Oh no, you love it. Especially because Eddie is so outrageous good at making you cum several times. With every soft tug on his hair, his own moans start to get louder…causing you to shiver and curl your toes into the sofa. He knows what he’s doing, that’s for sure.

Another moan escapes your lips, this time it‘s louder and more intense, causing Eddie to grin and stop his actions. "Already close, huh? Babe I didn’t even eat you out for five minutes" his smirk is devilish, causing your poor Pussy to twitch. He’s teasing you. "I told you to not tease me!" You pout at him. Oh how he loves seeing you like this, cheeks pink and chest moving up and down rapidly because of how hard you‘re breathing. "Yeah, yeah right..sorry" he grins even wider when he puts more pressure to your clit, causing your head to fall back and a whine to leave your mouth.

He‘s fast with continuing his previous actions, eating you out like the starved man that he is. He can’t get enough of you, especially of how you taste on his tongue. He slurps up every bit of juice, every moan of yours as he stares up at you, seeing you fall apart on his tongue only. It‘s embarrassing how fast you‘re at your own limit, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen build up already just from him eating your out. Pathetic. You slowly look up again, seeing his eyes stare directly back at yours. His black pupils took over the soft brown color which you were able to see earlier, the lust and the Hunger completely took over him by now. He grins wide when he catches you staring down at him, causing you to blush even harder as another moan escapes your lips.

You can feel your legs start twitching after a while and your breath starts to speed up a bit, Eddie feels it too. His grip on your hips tightens and his tongue starts moving faster as he moans into you. You don’t notice how he starts humping the soft material beneath you, trying to get some relief himself while he rubs intense circles on your clit. Another loud moan of yours fills the living room as you feel the knot in your tummy snap "ohmygodohmygodohmygod Eddie!! Fuck fuck fuck!". It‘s music to Eddie‘s ears. The best melody he has ever heard. Knowing he‘s the only one who makes you cum this hard and this fast makes him moan into you again as he tries to get everything of your orgasm. Eating everything up like it‘s his last meal. He takes you through your orgasm,while he helps you to calm yourself down by drawing smooth circles into your skin. When you‘re finally completely back to earth, he kisses your pussy one last time before he helps you to sit on his lap once again, holding you close.

"What about you? You didn’t get to cum and I know how painf-" you start but he cuts you off. "This wasn’t about me. It was about you Doll. We’ve got time for more tomorrow" his hand strokes over the back of your head as he plants a soft kiss on your lips, making you taste yourself on his tongue. You really do not deserve this man.

[boomhoon]

EXPRESS MOON

A jungwon drabble— inspired by Jo Yuri

synopsis: A late night walk with your best friend leaves you feeling otherworldly

content: 480 word drabble, fluff, gn reader, besties to lovers. SUPER short because i wrote this on a whim 😭

I alternated my attention between my window and the text message from Jungwon: I’ll be right outside ur window in 3 mins . A little cryptic, and normally I would be concerned if it wasn’t for the fact that I had been waiting for this moment all day. I really needed to see him again.

My alarm clock showed a bright 2AM, a reminder to sleep which i chose to ignore. I brought my head to my pillow, but stopped once I saw a pair of hands waving from afar. I got up to walk over for the window, my grogginess disappearing with each step.

I unlocked the window and slowly opened it while Jungwon jogged over. “I hope I didn’t take too long.” He puffed out, and took my hand in his to pull me out of the one story house. His breath flew out like smoke against the winter night.

“You didn’t, it’s okay.” I reassured him. I straightened out my jacket which I had slipped on last minute, and we started walking down the street.

We took late night walks when the both of us were stressed, and couldn’t sleep. Due to the darkness, we only had our voices for expression. It didn’t matter what we looked like at night, and there was no pressure with having to see someone’s gaze on you. But it wasn’t like Jungwon would judge me anyway.

“Y/n, I’m really glad I met you.” Jungwon blurted out suddenly. I stopped and blinked a couple of times. Jungwon stopped to turned around and walked closer. “I’m glad I met you too, Jungwon.” I tried searching for his eyes in the dark. When I found them I swore they were the stars in the night sky. The moon behind him was raised high and right above him.

“You’ve always comforted me. Even when I didn’t even realize I needed it. I find myself wanting to hear your voice, your sweet laugh, or to see you smile.” He laughed and once again, his breath flew up into the sky.

“Jungwon-“ I started to say, “Wait,” He cut me off. “I just-well, I like you Y/n. No, i’m in love with you.” We stared at each other, I could see his face more clearly now.

“You don’t have to love me back, but you deserve to know.” He glanced into the distant streetlights, and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Jungwon, I love you too. I realized this a while ago. I feel like i’ve been brought throughout the galaxy whenever i’m with you. ” I bit my bottom lip out of pure nervousness at my sudden confession. I’ve never hinted how I felt before. But it was better now than never. He turned over to face me and lifted his hands out of his pockets.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, I nodded a ‘yes’. He slowly cupped my cheeks and leaned in. The coldness disappeared, and we both became flushed. Our lips melted together, and it sparked a flame within us. My hands wrapped around Jungwons neck, pulling him closer while he gently caressed my cheeks with his cold fingers. I could feel him smile into the kiss, and a soft sigh escaped him. It was sweet, with no rush to move on. We became one for a moment, our body and souls intertwining closer than ever during our friendship— now a newly found different type of love.

The only ones watching us: The moon, the stars, and the space beyond. With jungwon; love is at night, with the emotion of the whole universe .

taglist: @sanasour @mars101

a/n: any interaction is greatly appreciated, thanks for reading!!! 🙏🙏

[mandaplease10]

Season 3 Part 2 Thoughts...

I'm probably going to do an episode by episode recap and thoughts later on.

Initial thoughts after watching Ep 5 - 8 at 2am and then rewatching Polin only scenes later on.

I have very happy with how this season and Polin's love story turned out. Of course, there are things I wish happened differently, but for the most part it was wonderful!

Colin's Love - I love that Colin realized he loved Penelope right away and that he basically always felt something there, but didn't realize what it was. Many of us said this after part 1, but I love that we got it confirmed by Colin himself.

Colin's Insecurity - I also love that Colin was so caught up in his own revelation that he was worried that Penelope didn't feel the same. It goes to show that he was still a little unsure of himself and even had his own insecurities. Typically with male leads they assume their feelings are reciprocated, but with Colin his biggest fear was Pen not loving him back.

Featheringtons - I loved them including the healing of the Featherington family because Pen's feeling of loneliness and wanting to be part of the Bridgerton family stems from her lack of family support and love within the Featheringtons. Having Colin stand up for her was the catalyst Portia needed to truly see Pen as she should have and it also gave Pen the confidence to stand up for herself in her own family, which lead to Pen having a deep conversation with her mother that they've always needed to have.

The Wedding, I wish it happened on a bit more of happier terms, however, it was still obvious that Colin did want to marry Pen and not just out of duty like he had said. He just didn't know how to process what he was feeling and to allow himself to be with her. He put his guard up again basically.

The Cressida drama - loved they included this and how it was handled. This was the catalyst that kicked started the true reveal - similar to the books. The writers did a great job in allowing Book!Colin to come out by trying to handle everything himself, but also allowed Penelope take matters into her own hands.

Reveal to the Ton - Pen was so bad ass for this! She truly is the most impressive woman of the Ton. I love that she did this herself instead of Colin like in the books. However, I wish that Colin would have joined her after the Queen left or at least right after because I found it a little odd that he stood by without rushing to his wife to make up. I'm really happy the writers ended up tying up that story line within Polin's season. I was little unsure if they would because LW is a huge part of the show, but because Whistledown was Pen's voice and confidence in the ton, her being herself and with Colin has allowed her to find her own voice and no longer hide. Had they kept the big reveal a few more seasons, it would not have carried the same impact.

Epilogue Moment - I seriously wish we could have an entire episode dedicated to happy epilogues where everyone is happy and maybe gearing up to head to the countryside in between seasons. I hate that these scenes are only like 5 minutes. Anyway, Congrats on a Baby Polin who is now Lord Featherington! I loved that Pen got this and would have loved to see Colin's face when he found out, but it is what it is. I also love that both Pen and Colin are writers like in the book, but that Pen is able to keep her column. The final kiss taking place in front of the drawing room window where Pen would sit was such a great choice.

[charlesslut16]

-Snowy airports-

summary : you meet lewis at a snowy airport...

PAIRING : lewis hamilton x reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope you like this one because it is a bit longer, lovies!

december masterlist ; masterlist 

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If somebody had asked you if you liked airports, you would probably say no. They were just too noisy, too crowded and too busy for you to come down for a minute or two.

The amount of people shuffling by racing against the clock to get through the check-in process, going through machines and being oddly searched and do not forget the racial bias and prejudice involved with that — but it’s always “just doing our jobs.”

And now your departure was already off to a bad start since you were rushing to get to your late-night flight just for it to be delayed not once but twice with no answers on the second.

Usually there would be fewer people flying at night and the airport was almost peaceful, you liked it that way, since you were a little child until now that you were an adult.

Until there was a final announcement by 2am that your flight was completely cancelled due to plane issues and a severe snow storm heading the way you came from.

You tried to be as understanding with the workers who were under a lot of stress themselves and had no fault on the cancellation of the flight themselves as you could be.

A small snort broke your attention from thinking. At first, you wanted to ignore the sound coming from the side, but after you were interrupted you lifted your head to see a man

A man with dark braided hair, a jacket and a gray scarf around his neck and with large hands resting against his knees. His ink colored eyes were set on you and didn’t falter as you met his gaze.

You quirked up a brow, your facial expression saying, ‘what’s funny?’

He raised his hands, sending a small smile your way, “I don’t mean to laugh at you, but I figured you got tired of sitting on those god-awful chairs as much as I did—1000 hours ago.”

The young man was sitting against the cool windows while the airport was surprisingly nauseously warm.

You hummed lightly, and the both of you talked some more. It was as if it had clicked instantly between the two of you. As if you had known each other your whole lives. The last sentence was you talking about your jobs.

“No, I’m a f1 driver, and what are you? I was going with dopey the dwarf based on how your beanie is positioned on your head—a cute one, though.”

At the thought of a f1 driver, you were curious. Maybe you knew him from the internet, but you couldn't be sure, you were never a fan of cars, but maybe you would watch it just for him.

You gasped, “or maybe that’s a cover-up because you secretly think I’m a drug dealer, Mr. Not so bad looking f1 driver.”

To anyone else, this might have looked like flirting, but honestly, you didn’t think too much of it. You were not responsible for what came out of your mouth when you were half awake.

The man tilted his head at that, finding it fair, but he didn’t think too much of you yet. You were just another poor soul that was stuck here at this airport for who knows how long

“So tell me, stranger who’s a driver, what do you like about driving?”

And that brought up a whole lengthy conversation that had you nodding your head and humming along. This was evident that the stranger with the dark gorgeous eyes was super passionate about what he did and that was admirable.

Fortunately, the man he worked for sounded like a super nice guy, you did not, but you have to do what you have to do to survive sometimes. He knew what he wanted, and it seemed like he’s known for a while when it came to driving.

 However, you could sense some frustrating behind that profession. You, on the other hand? It took you much longer to figure it out until you landed a job. It was almost fairy tale like.

 Just like you bonding with this man who didn’t seem like a creep to you, and you hoped you didn’t sound crazy to him, but he engaged in contact with you first so who cares.

Eventually, the both of you found yourselves sitting beside one another, shaking hands and introducing yourselves as the conversation flowed.

“What’s in London for you?”

“Work,” you automatically answered and then shared a laugh, “how boring of me, I know. But it’s not only work, my friends and apartment too. Half of my life is there, really.”

“Where’s the rest of it?”

You exhaled, “still trying to find it mostly, but if you mean physically? Also, Seattle and California. As you can see, London and Seattle seem to be winning.”

It was Lewis’s turn to hum, “life has a funny way of showing you where you need to be.”

You leaned your head back against the cool glass as you smirked, “is that your way of telling me I should stay because of you, Mr. driver model man.

“No, of course not. I wouldn’t object if you did, however.” 

He stated at you seriously before the both of you laughed once again. Everything seemed to be more funny when the winter sun said goodbye for the night, like in a fairy tail.

“And I’m not just saying that. As corny as it may seem, I do believe that things happen for a reason, and we were meant to meet tonight.”

You snorted, feeling as if you knew most of Lewis Hamilton already too in just these short few hours. He knew just a bulk of info about you too and that felt like enough, shockingly.

They say you know when you encounter other human beings, that they were meant to enter your life and Lewis l already said he believed in reasons, so did you, sometimes.

Sooner than later, you were the very few that made pillows out of your belongings and laid your heads beside each other on opposite sides. You let out a yawn, tossing an arm over your eyes

Soon the conversation slowed and became hushed whispers as the airport seemed to shift to cold temperature now which made you unintentionally shuffle closer to the man next to you

The stranger in the airport’s voice became deeper as each minute ticked by, and it provided a soothing warmth by your ear, you never has with any other man by your side.

However, the both of you had your attention turned to the snowflakes that whirled into the night sky, and that added to the contentment the both of you felt on this challenging night.

When you were shaken by an employee who told you that the airport was now offering the luxury boarding rooms as a complimentary stay for the remaining few of you until the storm fully came and went or until you were able to get the hell out and go elsewhere, you realized there was something sticking to your face.

A post it that read: didn’t want to wake the pretty beauty, had a friend get me before it got too bad. Check your phone and I’ll see you in London sometime ;)

Followed by a little doodle that looked very much like you with a saggy beanie signed with Lewis’s signature, this looked like elegant chicken scratch really, but it made you smile nonetheless.

Maybe you were meant to meet him, at this airport and on this day, You never really believed in coincidences, but maybe now you would start believing in them some more.

[buckybarnesbbydoll]

AN: so I wasn’t sure how I wanted this to go, this idea has been on my mind for a bit and finally decided to make it a one-shot. (and I posted it as a blurb idea and people seemed to like it!) Let me know if any of you guys want a possible part 2? And please send me ideas I need some! If you like this story please repost and like! As always MINORS DNI

Warnings: porn with little plot, praise (dear god so much of it), some angst and fluff (in the end), ig some teasing? metal arm kink (hehe), use of metal arm in naughty ways, pet names: doll, babydoll, baby.

Have fun reading, loves!

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That fucking metal arm was all you thought while you watched your husband prepare both of your guy’s coffees, it was about 2am and bucky had one of those nights- the restless nights where his dreams were plagued with nightmares and thoughts of losing you. His beautiful wife. You vowed to take care of him no matter what even if that meant staying up with him because he didn’t want to go back to sleep. “Doll, you, ok?” bucky asked swooping you out of your thoughts. “Yea-yes I’m fine buck” you half lied, “doesn’t seem like it” he said stirring your coffee he handed you your mug leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Tell me what’s up doll” he asked but it felt like more of begging. You took a sip of your coffee, eyes narrowing down to his arm that was lined with gold it was beautiful in the dimly lit kitchen. The way it shined, and light reflected off the wall from it. “Your arm-its just so pretty” you said looking at him, he smiled “doll you say that a lot” he said blowing on his coffee. “I know I do but- its just so pretty ya know I think of it in other ways too” you said with a smirk. Bucky set his coffee down on the marble counter and began inching closer to your face, your body. He got close to your lips and whispered “and how does my wife think about my arm in other ways” before his lips clashed onto yours, his teeth clashing with your lips and his tongue fighting dominance over your mouth. He pulled away from you both panting “James!” you say with a smirk in your tone. “Tell me baby” he says- “I think about you letting me ride your fingers, your metal ones. How’d they feel in me, how’d they look glistening with my wetness” you say hardly whispering it to him. “Fuck.” Is all he can say before he has you in his arms storming towards the bedroom.

It feels like it’s been hours, you’re sitting up against bucky’s back, your head resting below his chin. Your forehead glistening with sweat, your chest rising fast as you breathe. Your legs spread and your wet core filled with bucky’s metal fingers. Two to be exact, slowly thrusting in and out of you, you can feel every cold metal ridge kissing your cervix. The way he thrust them to touch that sweet spot of yours. “My metal fingers feel good, babydoll” he teasingly asked making you moan in response. His cold thumb flexes to rub your clit tightly. You practically yelp out feeling your walls clench on his fingers “she likes that, wonder if shell like this” she in being your cunt. In a moment of hazy pleasure, you feel a buzzing in you, what you think his fucking hand vibrating. “Oh my god” you moan out. Your hips star grinding on his fingers his hand getting completely soaked by your cunt. “that’s its baby, fuck yourself on my hand.” He says desperately kissing down your neck. “James... your hand” you hear him chuckle as you continue grinding on his fingers. “I know baby, feels good huh?” he asks. you mutter a yes out as you feel yourself getting close to the coil in your belly growing the way bucky’s kissing your neck whispering praise into your ears and the way his fingers are hitting that spot deep in you. “Doll, come for me” he practically begs and you do. That’s all you need to let go the waves of pleasure rushing through your body as bucky continues fucking you through your orgasm with his fingers. “There you go doll, let go. relax into me” he praises as you finally come down from your high. He slowly removes his hand from you hearing a low buzz you look down to see his fingers slowly but surely buzzing. Vibrating, you had been with bucky for 4 years and never knew that. “James it can” your cut short “yes. It happens from time to time from nerves usually after nightmares but other times I can try to control it. It’s just a stupid bug in the arm that goes to my nerves. Sometimes my hand vibrates or the whole arm it depends” he sounded embarrassed. You slowly move your aching thighs to face him, you kiss him softly “are you embarrassed” you softly ask looking straight in his dreamy blue eyes. “I didn’t want to tell you because I wasn’t sure if you would like it.” He says in a whisper tone. You cup his face “baby, I’m your wife I love all of you and I sure as hell like that” pointing to his arm. He laughs kissing you “you just gave me a reason to throw away my viberator” you say smirking. “Good. I hated those things anyway” he says smiling before kissing your forehead, you slump into his chest your head resting below his chin. He rests his head on the back of the headboard as his eyes close tiredly. “I love you” you mumble out “I love you too, babydoll” he says sighing.