#tomorrow: Malte!

[kimmiessimmies]

Winter 08: Dateless - Pt. 2 (15/64)

We then went on to see the cats. I made friends with Duke who cuddled up on my lap instantly.

Orbin and I sat with the cats a while longer and talked. Or well, he talked mostly. He told me about how he would have loved to have a pet when he was little, but he wasn't allowed. I do relate, what with mum being allergic and all.

But Orbin was just constantly either talking or asking questions. I'm ashamed to say at one point I found myself staring at the clock wondering if I could maybe leave now and visit my parents and Ruby for a bit...

So, I said goodbye to Orbin. He is a very nice guy, but I don't think we're a match...

Gameplay notes: Orbin initiated a lot of interaction with Rachel, but she didn't really reciprocate. She rolled wishes to become friends with pretty much every pet in the place, but not with Orbin. Since there wasn't any autonomous negative interaction either, I concluded that Rachel felt pretty neutral about Orbin. Their attraction score sort of underlines this. When Rachel left, their relationship towards each other was "acquaintances". Attraction Score: 5.

Orbin created by @sircesimblr

[kreftropod]

X-rays looked good today, so Smulan has been allowed to return home without operation. A big relief <3

[stonerbellybabe]

What are you studying atm?

milkshake mechanics

[halo--hall]

just me & this smirnoff smash that matches my hair stripe against the world

[bobbyskid]

i need someone to shoot me. feeling like absolute shite honestly and all i wanna do is cry

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

🍀H O U S E O F P A I N🍀

HOUSE OF PAIN: FINE MALT LYRICS (1992)

[mrsmarlasinger]

Sitting on the balcony just before dawn with a joint and a beer in hand. Life is so good actually

[malt-rants-and-stuff]

Like two hours before my birthday and the existential dread is kicking in… what the fuck….

[knightofleo]

Just wanted to say I appreciate your updates and reactions on the playthrough of elden ring. Brightened up my day more than expected

Thank you! They'll keep on popping up, hidden in the tags here and there, I just thought they would be fun to look back at.

[plumslices]

Doesn’t look like much but omg one of most delicious things ive tasted in a while…..malted milk cream for my Guinness cake + the cherry (sour and dark sweet) compote with bourbon and a touch of almond. Assembling tomorrow 🦭

[malum-forev]

Hi

I loveee the mob!bucky fics

Could you please do bingo- "tending to wounds after a fight"

Thank you

I’m so sorryyy this is so late but…. Here it is!!

Even before he knocked on your door, you knew he was there.

It had been like that ever since the two of you had crossed paths.

One fateful night you’d left the bar late enough for him to be arriving.

All your singing career you’d avoided men like him. The ones who come and buy anything they want, break anything they don’t like and take whatever they think is theirs.

But James Barnes was different.

People at the bar whispered his name like it was illegal to speak of him. But you didn’t care. A transplant from somewhere you wanted to forget, coming to New York City to make a name for yourself. That’s who you were.

You’d see him while you were on stage. He’d always sit at the table in the back, exactly where the light reflectors wouldn’t catch, so you could always see those steel blue eyes perfectly.

Strong, intense, captivating.

James would come in and order a single malt whiskey, stay until the end of your set, then leave. Every day for three months.

But once, he stayed after you’d finished your last song.

“You have quite a voice.” His gravelly voice scared you.

“Thank you.” You held your ground, taking the mic off stage with you as you walked past him.

Bucky let out a dry laugh. No one ignored him.

“I’m-“ he extended his hand but you paid no mind to it. Packing your stuff in the only bag you had and saying goodbye to Marnie, the hostess, on your way out with James hot on your heels.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then?” James leant on the door of his Rolls Royce, parked just outside the door on a no waiting zone.

“You’re gonna get a ticket if you don’t move.” You mumbled, walking past him and the ego boost he called a car

“Is that all you’re going to say?” Bucky was actually surprised. He leapt from his standing position to rush towards you.

“Have a nice night Mr.Barnt.” You intentionally messed up his name.

“You can call me anything you want, so long as it gets me a date, Doll.” He flashed his award winning smile at you.

“Why?” You finally stopped.

“Why what?”

“Why me? Out of every woman who wants your attention, why me?” You put your hands on your hips.

“You’re the only one who’s been on my mind for months.” He crosses his arms. “Even before you noticed me.”

Your furrowed brows give him a chance to continue.

“The table at the far left is the only one you can focus on.” James holds in a smile.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve tested it. Morning, noon and night that spot gets optimal vision.”

“I’m at the bar most of the day and I’ve never seen you there conducting your so called tests.”

“I’m there before working hours.” He finally graces you with the smile. “I bought the place after I heard you worked there.”

“That’s quite a gesture for a stranger.” You raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not a stranger,” He leans in, his intoxicating perfume entrancing you immediately. “You’re my future wife.”

Now it was your time to laugh.

“Can you make time for your future husband?” He cocks his head, flashing you a dazzling smile. “Say, tomorrow night?”

You were about to say no. You should have said no. But he was so goddamned charming.

“One date, one hour.” You said before turning on your heel and leaving down the block.

One hour turned into six. And one date turned into twenty. He waltzed his way into your heart by exposing his darkest secrets and innermost feelings.

The two of you talked about your past lives and how sometimes you wished you could go back. Be less ambitious and want the simple life back home.

Before you realized it, you were Bucky’s plus one to everything.

But the man who confided in you was completely different to the man he was during his less than desirable 9-5.

So here you were, waiting for him on the couch with Alpine, the cat the two of you had rescued. One of your only companions.

Bucky dropped his keys on the round table at the entrance of his mansion. By the sound of his dragging feet, it was a bad day.

“I can’t do this anymore,” a silent tear slipped your eye as you lifted a trembling hand to his cut cheek.

“I know, baby.” He curled into your touch, not caring if it hurt.

“I can’t watch you get hurt.” You dabbed his bleeding knuckles wit the damp towel you’d prepared.

The exposed skin made your stomach twist but deep down you knew the feeling was there because it was time to let go.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.” You whisper, but you know Bucky doesn’t believe you. You’ve said it three times before and never left.

“Please don’t. I’m going to end it.” He says with empty promises.

“Bucky,” You look into his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too-“

“But,” you interrupt him. “I need to leave.”

His cut eyebrow furrows. The blood traveling down his face travels down his cheek and drops into your hands.

“I’m done.”

It’s the tension in your body that makes Bucky shoot up.

“You can’t be serious.” He loosens his bloody tie. The stains on his dark grey suit shift around as he paces across the living room.

“James,” that’s what makes him scared.

“Baby let’s go back,” he holds your face in his hands. “What about this morning? You were so happy, we’re going to leave here. Remember?”

“You know what I remember? The fact that I spent all day worried sick that you’d end up dead!” You yell. “That today will be the day that Steve comes through that door and tells me it’s all over.”

“I’ll be more careful, I promise.” Bucky follows you through the mansion as you pick up your things. Desperation crawls up his throat.

“I love you!” He yells out as you reach for the door.

“I love you too much to stay.” Your voice trembles but you don’t look back.

“I love you! I love you.” You hear him fall to his knees and that almost stops you. But it’s not enough.

“Please, I love you,” is the last thing you hear him say.

Authors Note: I want to thank all of you for the love and support! I’m sorry I’ve been absent butttt I want to say thank you for the new followers! I’m about to hit 2k! I’m thinking of doing another bingo! Would love suggestions of what you’d like to read.

[kimmiessimmies]

Winter 08: Dateless - Pt. 2 (64/64)

As his eyes locked with hers, she didn't even try to hide her blushing cheeks anymore.

And when his face inched slowly closer, she was sure he must be able to hear the very rapid beating of her heart.

Even though part of Rachel still thought she was dreaming, in her heart she knew, she was definitely no longer dateless.

Malte created by @nornities

[honeygrahambitch]

"If you have already excluded the teachers and the students, could your killer be an alumni perhaps? I wouldn't exclude the janitor either." Hannibal suggested as he flipped through the pages of the case file.

"Good point. Jack won't be happy about other hundreds of potential suspects." Will replied as he sat next to Hannibal, placing the pictures of the last two crime scenes in front of them on the table."Thanks for making time to come all the way here to help."

"Jack asked me to bring the report from the assessment of the ice cream truck killer anyway. I was hoping you would need some help while I'd be here."

"Ah right, you conducted the assessment. He looked like a handful."

"Not the best time Alana could choose for a vacation. However, I did consult on the case. I was familiar enough."

"Careful, if you are too helpful Jack will start expecting things from you. Does he know you're helping me with the case?"

"I might have told him that I will pass by your classroom to say hi." Hannibal said casually as he picked one of the gruesome pictures.

"You overstayed your "hi", doctor."

"Would you like me to leave? I quite appreciate your company."

"No, likewise." Will replied. "It can get quite gloomy in here."

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Hannibal didn't miss his exhausted sigh.

"Don't spiral too much, Will. This killer is not very experienced. He will make a mistake. He is too disorganized for my taste."

Will smiled. Of course, what else to expect from the Ripper?

"Tell me about his design." Hannibal said.

"I'd rather not."

Oh?

Hannibal lifted his gaze from the case file and met Will's. That had not happened before. He decided he would adapt himself to what Will felt like doing. He nodded and went ahead "Very well."

"Not because I don't want to." Will explained. "I quite enjoy our conversations when they are not about serial killers."

Hannibal closed the case file instantly. "Ditto. However you did say that you were happy I could help."

"I needed your help to disconnect myself from the case. And you are doing great."

Hannibal tilted his head to one side. He could never fully anticipate Will's motives.

"I wish I had brought a bottle of wine."

"We could break into Jack's office. I know where he keeps his whiskey. The single malt one not the one he serves people with."

Hannibal found the thought amusing.

Speak of the wolf.

"Doctor, you are still here." Jack greeted him as he entered the classroom.

"Thought I might have a look at the current case."

"We do need all the help we can get. How does it look like, Will?" Jack asked a bit unsatisfied with Will's annoyed expression.

"It looks like you would sleep better at night if I told you tomorrow."

"I am not going to sleep until we have found him."

"I hope you got enough coffee then." Will replied as he grabbed the case file from the table and started flipping through it. Looking anywhere else but at Jack was a better idea.

"I will leave you to it then. Doctor." Jack said and headed towards the door. Will and Hannibal had their way of making those around feel like they are intruding.

"Was I rude?"

"You were genuine. You are not catching this killer tonight. No point in giving Jack any kind of hope. Besides, you are tired."

Hannibal started rearranging the pictures on the table. Will watched him closely from behind the file, like a cheetah watching an antilope from the tall grass.

Even the smallest gestures were performed in a gracious manner. He would make the perfect antilope was it not for the fact that he was a carnivore predator.

And besides, Will knew that Hannibal was very much aware of the fact that his actions were carefully watched.

"I find it curious that he did not severe the arm of his second victim."

Will leaned in, at least trying to pretend he was paying attention to the case.

"He didn't take any trophy?" Hannibal went on. Will was now so close to him that his stare could hardly be ignored.

"Hannibal."

"Hmm?" He asked as he turned his head to him, their gazes finally meeting.

Will leaned in even more, hesitantly, as if he was waiting for permission, until his lips met Hannibal's.

Hannibal didn't draw back and leaned in as well, feeling the faint scratch of Will's stubble. Their lips parted too soon for his own pleasure.

"No, no trophy from the second victim." Will said as he grabbed the picture. "Or at least we haven't figured out if he took something."

"Will?" Hannibal asked a bit confused. As he imagined the previous thing? How could Will just move on and pretend it didn't happen?

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." He apologized, this time averting his gaze as much as he could. "It was a bit of an impulse."

"Can it be a bit of an impulse once more?"

"You don't have to do anything you are not comfortable with."

"What if I am comfortable with it?" Hannibal said, taking the picture from Will's hands and leaning in. Will hesitated at first, just like a predator who tastes blood for the first time. The taste is new but addicting. And slowly, it becomes something to crave daily. "Your problem is that you always assume for the worst. I like you and your company." Hannibal explained. "And your lips."

"This is really not the best place for..." Will said as he rested his forehead against Hannibal's, searching for his lips again, in spite of being worried about someone coming in.

"You started it." Hannibal whispered, pleased with Will's eagerness to get more or him.

"If someone comes in..."

"Just say the word and I will leave." The thought itself made Will press himself against Hannibal. His mistake had been that he had seen Hannibal as the antilope in the beginning. Hannibal was just another cheetah watching him from behind the grass. He had been weak. He had given in. Became the prey.

Hannibal's hand touched his face, his thumb pressing against his cheekbone in such a gentle way that Will allowed all his thoughts to fade away.

"What are you thinking about?" Hannibal asked as their lips parted once more, sensing the various thoughts that might have been crossing Will's mind.

"You." Will replied. "What now?"

"You were saying, he didn't take any trophy from the second victim."

"No, not that crap." Will interrupted him, realizing how needy he sounded. The new need was indeed dangerous.

"Ah, forgive me." Hannibal smiled then kissed Will's forehead, nose and lips. Will placed his hands on Hannibal's chest and kissed him hungrily, all the shyness from earlier seemingly disappearing. He didn't give Hannibal the chance to part his lips, he directly bit them to make for himself.

The metallic flavour awakened something in both of them. Hannibal felt an electric chill run down his spine at the thought that his blood, his own blood, was now in Will's mouth.

It belonged to Will therefore.

He moaned softly into him, feeling his whole self slowly surrendering. .

Will was just as ecstatic as Hannibal, especially when he met no obstacle on his way to french kiss him. The more he got the taste of him, the less he wanted to stop. If Jack entered then what? He could absolutely fuck off, there was nothing that could interrupt them.

Will hummed and sucked on Hannibal's lower lip, hungry for more blood. Hannibal allowed himself to be consumed, the euphoric feeling going through every inch of his body.

"I could easily become addicted." Will confessed in between kisses.

"Please become addicted." Hannibal replied. "You can have all of me." He added as his hand travelled to the back of Will's head.

Will licked the corner of Hannibal's lips, craving more of him. The sight of his own blood on Will's lips did things to Hannibal that he was not aware he could feel. He imagined how Will could take him right there over his desk and he wouldn't fight it.

His thumb wiped away the blood on Will's lips and slowly pushed in past his slightly parted mouth, searching for his tongue. There was something about feeding Will his own self that made his blood rush.

Will accepted him in and even took his finger in between his teeth. He let go only when Hannibal's lips were pressed against his temple, feeling as if he was venerating him for the simple gesture. It was not long until their lips met again, longingly.

Will's hands found Hannibal's pockets, his thumbs slowly caressing his hip bones, earning a groan from him.

"Home." Will said as an order to which Hannibal nodded obediently.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note:  hey guys! it's me, like wayyyy too many months later but i did promise i would post it this year even if it's like next year in a few hours but here it is!

masterlist

oh oh i'm falling in love, oh no i'm falling in love again, oh, i'm falling in love i thought the plane was going down how'd you turn it right around

Y/N stared in disbelief at the Sergeant, not entirely sure if she had heard him correctly. Maybe it was the Scotch. Could Scotch go bad, could it expire? Sure old Scotch was better than a recent one but surely there was some sort of limit as to how long a liquid can sit lost in time until it gives you some sort of poisoning. Surely malt and water couldn't last forever without causing some sort of illness or hallucination which would explain why Bucky Barnes had just told her he loved her. Or maybe he told her that he loathed her, that would make more sense.

      - I'm sorry, I think I didn't hear it right ... What did you say? - she asked and Bucky swore she was trying to kill him or maybe embarrass him. However, his ego was high on the three glasses of Scotch he already had.

      - I said I loved you.

      - You love me? - what else was there to ask. Maybe she was mishearing him again, yet it came more of a disbelief rambling rather than the question she meant it to be.

      - Yes. - he said, moving closer to her, his eyes more interested in the shade of her lips rather than her eyes which were sure to bring any grown men to their knees. - I love you, I really, really like you Y/N.

      - Like a friend?

Had Y/N been anyone else Bucky would've probably laughed and had Bucky been anyone else Y/N would hide in her bedroom until he disappeared. Things were ... different, she guessed. It felt different to hear it from him, different than when she heard it from Christopher or her first boyfriend or the first guy she ever liked. It felt unsure in the way which she didn't know how to reply, she didn't know when to reply. It was a mature and immature feeling, threading almost along the line of paradoxical. It was if the feeling itself verified her madonna persona yet tempted the whore which laid under, the temptress. It was both tempting and comforting for something that was so out of her reasonable comfort zone.

      - No, not like a friend. - he was close enough she could smell the remnants of his cologne, the scent of scotch in his breathe. - I love you like lovers do.

      - Is that what we are? Lovers?

      - Are you ever not questioning me?

      - It's a fair question, isn't it? - she raised her brow almost in defiance and moved closer, tempting him further. - I thought you liked my questions.

Bucky rolled his eyes before his hands grabbed her hips and moved her closer so their noses touched. They stared into each others eyes for what felt like a while, the mere sound of the wind brushing through the trees outside sounding like electricity until he made his move, moving closer until their lips collided. As if they'd done , they move closer to each other, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. Their lips meet in a passionate, lustful kiss, and the world around them fades away as they lose themselves in the moment. She pulled away, biting her lip almost in a painfully shy manner.

      - I should go back upstairs. I have to take Sadie to school tomorrow. - she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks as if she could wipe the heat of her cheeks.

      - Of course. - Bucky moved away as she got up from the couch. - Hey, I can take her if you want to sleep. It's fine, I can go to the office later.

      - It's fine, it's my job. Uh ... good night, Sergeant.

She ran up the stairs like an embarrassed school girl, almost tripping on the bottom of her pyjama trousers, and rushed into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. What was she doing? She couldn't make out with her boss, that went against her contract ... I mean, it wasn't like there was a clause stipulating she couldn't make out with Bucky yet it was still highly unprofessional. He was her boss, her very attractive, tall and rugged handsome boss ... but her boss. Her boss who was sometimes unprofessional himself, he had even inserted himself into the Christopher situation. Still, she was a professional and a professional doesn't make out with her boss.

She laid down in bed with a huff, staring at the lights in the ceiling of her bedroom. Did Bucky had the same lights in his ceiling? He probably did, this was his house after all. The same house she was living in for free, the same house of the man who paid her a really good salary.

      - Y/N? - a knock on her door interrupted her mind's rambling. She got up and opened to see Bucky staring at his feet. - I wanted to apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable, it was unprofessional on my part.

      - No, no, it's my fault too, I mean ... I kissed you back. - she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

      - Please don't apologise, I should've known better but it's damn good scotch, which isn't really an excuse. - he started rambling himself, looking at her like a high schooler would look a girl he really wanted to take on a date. It was cute. - Maybe we shouldn't drink more scotch.

      - Yeah, you're probably right.

He shrugged playfully before turning to go to back to his bedroom before he could do anything else he would regret, however, Y/N was still very much considering whether she should do something that she could regret tomorrow.

      - Sergeant Barnes? - she called after him, almost in a faint whisper so his daughter wouldn't wake up. - Are you gonna ask me out?

      - Excuse me?

      - You said you loved me. Are you gonna ask me out?

      - Do you want me to ask you out? - he smirked, crossing his arms.

      - I'm not gonna answer that question. - she met him in the middle with an equal smirk. - I wasn't the one who said I love you.

      - Yeah but I wasn't the one asking the boss to ask her out.

      - Ask me out, Barnes.

      - Is that an order?

Bucky was close, close enough she could see the smile lines resulting from and she couldn't help herself, she didn't want to help herself. She kissed him, her hand placed on the back of his neck as they kissed. It wasn't soft or sensual, it was needy, as if they would cease to exist. She pulled him towards her bedroom, her hands grabbing at his jumper to pull it over his head. She had heard he was very well built and she had caught glances of him shirtless before but seeing it so up close, every defined muscle, the texture of his skin made her want to scold herself for not having looked harder the other times.

      - I don't think I've been in this bedroom for this long. - he pulled her shirt over her head as he looked around the bedroom. It was her bedroom after all and she wasn't in the mood to usually let him inside to see anything. - Or seen you shirtless this long.

      - Do you ever stop talking? - Bucky smiled and looked at her.

His hands wandered down to her hips and his thumbs lightly brushed over her hips. He pinned her against the door, his leg between hers as he pressed himself closer to her. His lips drew a pattern from behind her ear to her collarbone, his fingers snapping her bra strap against her skin.

      - Do you know how long I've waited for this? - he chuckled as he felt her body close to his, the shape of her breasts pressed against his chests and the sweet nothings of the moans she was trying to keep from escaping. - You've been tempting me since the moment you walked through my door.

He chuckled as she held in a gasp, his body moving closer and closer to her. He turned her around, kissing her hard again and threw her in the body, covering her uncovered body with kisses as he massaged her skin. She felt him slide his hands just a bit further down, kissing and softly bitting her skin. The feelings are overwhelming and the mere foreplay of kissing and massaging is sending shivers down her body. Everything about him was making her go crazy.

      - Bucky, please. - he smiled and he kissed back as he let his fingers move down a just little lower. He leaned in and nuzzled into her more.

His thumb pressed over her clit just over her cotton white underwear, rolling it in small and torturously slow motions making her moan. The fabric moistened under his finger making him smirk as he extended his neck to kiss hers.

      - You're so wet. - he chuckled as he kissed down her legs and to the laced hem of her underwear. - You wanted me just as much as I wanted you.

      - Wait, what are you doing? - she cupped his face, pulling him up.

      - I'm gonna eat you out, baby. What does it look like?

      - I've never had anyone do that to me before so maybe we could skip it?

      - Christopher didn't eat you out? - he chuckled. - No wonder you're so wound up over some over the underwear play. No one is treating you right.

      - You really wanna talk exes?

      - If you let me eat you out, you won't regret it. - he looked at her waiting for her consent. Y/N weighed out the options and the benefits, mostly considering her memories of when Sadie was at her grandmother's and Bucky brought in flavour of the month Samantha and for the whole week Y/N could hear nothing but loud moaning. She wanted the loud moaning as well so she nodded her head.

Bucky grinned like a devil, kissing down her collarbone all the way to the hem of her underwear. His hands slide inside her underwear, pulling it down her legs and throwing it somewhere into the floor. He kissed the side of her knee, the 2 day old stubble of his unshaved beard burning the skin in a very good manner. His kisses continued down her knee to her calf as he placed her legs on his shoulders and lowered down to her heat. Bucky swore in that moment he could happily die in the middle of her legs happily surrounded by her scent. He kissed and bit the inside of her thighs, definitely leaving marks which would make sure she would never forget. His thumbs spread her wide open and his head fully lowered now, his tongue licking a long yet slow strip up to her clit. The sensation was new for sure, it was nothing like what she had ever felt before and as she was learning to adapt to the new feelings his tongue was causing, he starting suckling on her clit, his tongue ever so slightly teasing the top of it. She gasped in a moan, her hands gripping at his hair.

      - Bucky! - she said in between shallow breathes bringing him immense enjoyment that he was causing her. He started eating her out like a starved man, her fluids coating his chin and neck as he went in for another lick before he started to use his fingers. Her nails gripped the sheets.

      - Chris didn't treat you like this? - he came back up biting the side of her knee. - I bet not, which is why you're so wet.

      - Go back. - she almost pouted and Bucky couldn't say no. He went back down and started suckling on her clit while his fingers pumping in and out of her hole. Her fingers tightened around the sheets and on his hair and she started to see black spots in her vision, she attempted to control her breathe but found herself unable to do so as Bucky's mouth and fingers brought her to orgasm.

Her back fully hit the mattress and she stared at the lights in her bedroom with her mouth softly open as her breathes came out softly. Bucky kissed his way up to the corner of her mouth before fully kissing her, his knee rubbing against her core. She whimpered, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.

      - You're good? - he asked, kissing the side of her head.

      - I'm good. - her hands made their way to the top of his sweats, trying to pull them down.

      - Someone's needy. - he grinned as he helped her shake him out of his sweats and underwear. He grabbed her thighs and put her in positions before grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance. He looked into her eyes once more looking for reassurance before he sheathed himself inside her, groaning as he did so. Her legs wrapped around his hips, helping him bottom out as he leaned towards her to kiss her once more. - Can I move, baby?

      - Yes, please.

His hips moved ever so slightly making her moan which was a sign for him to move. His hand held hers and he began to thrust in and out, his balls hitting her bottom as he did. He drowned her moans with a kiss, moving again fast enough to make the headboard hit the wall. The bedroom filled up with their moans and the smell of sex as she reached the her last orgasm of the night. Once Bucky felt her release, he began chasing his own, throwing his head back and groaning. He finished inside of her, ropes of white spilling out from her hole and in the sheets.

He fell to her side and smiled, merely happy to look at the sight of her before the two fell asleep.

(...)

She woke up next morning to the faint chatter and laughter downstairs. She rubbed her eyes, looking at the state of the room. Memories came rushing to her and she couldn't help but slightly smiled as she wrapped herself in her robe and made her way downstairs. Sadie was dressed and was sat at the table eating pancakes while Bucky was nursing a cup of coffee.

      - Daddy did your hair, huh? - she said to Sadie as she reached her, noticing her lobbed ponytail. She took the scrunchie off and started to plaid the hair.

      - Thank you! - she said through the food she was eating.

      - Sleep well? - Bucky asked as he hid a smirk behind his coffee cup.

      - I did, did you? Sore? - she asked as she grabbed a cup of coffee herself. - You look a bit blushed still, Sergeant.

      - Are you busy this afternoon?

      - Depends.

      - Reservations downtown at 7?

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[ladykailitha]

Sweet Home Indiana Part 7

That last chapter things were starting to look up, and here things keep getting better until they don't.

Then it's going to be rough until the happy ending. Just a heads up if you need to be prepared for the sads.

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Eddie ran into Steve at the Hideout on Thursday night. And this time he was without his friend or his guard dog.

He had settled at the bar with a single malt whiskey and a heavy heart. He hated that he would have to leave this all behind come Sunday, but Seattle was home. Not Hawkins. Not anymore.

Steve walked in looking like a teenage wet dream. He had his floppy hair styled so that there was little curl in the middle of his forehead. He was wearing a white and navy blue striped polo shirt with the buttons undone and the collar flipped up. His jeans were darker then when they graduated school, almost as dark as the blue stripes on his shirt. The fit was tight and showed off Steve’s other best asset.

It made Eddie’s mouth water and he drained his glass.

He was about to pay his tab and go back to his hotel when Steve spotted him and gave him that little dorky finger wave of his.

Shit.

Eddie waved back and Steve came trotting over.

“No Buck today?” he asked, trying not to trip over his words.

Steve shook his head. “She’s fussing about what to wear tomorrow and after three hours of her trying to decide between two identical shirts of exactly the same color, I booked it and came here.”

“Wise choice, man,” Eddie agreed. “Chrissy gets like that some times too. She’ll claim one is rose and the baby pink and I can’t tell the difference.”

Steve laughed and nodded. “Sounds about right only Robs is trying to decide between navy and midnight blue.”

“Didn’t figure the Buckster would be one for pink,” Eddie said sagely.

“Oh she likes it just fine,” Steve said with a grin, “on other girls.”

Eddie laughed and shook his head. That sounded about right.

Steve looked over at the full pool tables and then around the rest of the bar. He turned back to Eddie. “You want to play a round of darts?”

Eddie half shrugged. “Why not? I’d have to borrow someone’s set. You can’t exactly take them on a plane these days.”

Steve’s grin was back and he trotted over to the end of the bar. He spoke briefly to someone and then came back with two sets. He handed one to Eddie and opened up the other. It was the set Eddie had got him for his school graduation. They weren’t expensive but they were well made and if the worn velvet around the darts were any indication, well used.

He looked down at the black box in his hand and then back up at Steve. “There’s no way.”

“You’ll just have to open it and find out, huh?”

Eddie opened the box and let out a choked off laugh. There nestled in the red velvet were his old black and red darts.

“How do you still have these?” he whispered. “I thought I lost them.”

Steve shrugged and cocked his head. “You’d leave them here at the bar so they wouldn’t get banged up in your glove box. So after you left, I had Terry hold on to them in case you ever came back looking for them.”

Eddie nodded and then hopped off the stool, leading the way to where the boards were hanging. He let Steve go first and they ordered a round of beers, though they really didn’t drink much. They’d learned that lesson at their ‘reception’ when they accidentally landed a dart on then Officer Callahan and he screamed like they were trying to murder him. If Hopper hadn’t stepped in he would have hauled both of them to jail.

It hadn’t even broken the skin.

It was fun and Eddie felt better about their ‘date’ tomorrow. Because that’s what it was, that’s what everyone was calling it. Even Robin had warned him that if he fucked this date up, they would be finding pieces of him up and down the interstate for years.

He believed her.

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Steve was waiting by the entrance to the fair grounds chewing nervously on his thumb. Robin whacked his hand out of his mouth.

“You’re making me nervous,” she hissed. “You’re supposed to be the calm one.”

He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets with a heavy sigh. “I know we’re not getting back together. I can’t expect that, but...”

“He’s not the giant ass he was when he rolled into town?”

He nodded and she rubbed his back gently. “Look, there’s Vickie. Will you be all right?”

“I don’t really have a choice, but yes I’ll be fine.” He took a deep breath and let it out slow.

She nodded and linked arms with Vickie. They went to go pay for their tickets and left Steve to his whirling consuming thoughts.

He didn’t have to wait long before a sleek, black rental rolled into the dusty parking lot. It really stood out amongst the pickup trucks and hatchbacks.

But then so did Steve’s old Bimmer. Yeah it was older, but it was still a high class car.

Eddie popped out of the car and Steve was impressed to see that he wasn’t in all black. He had dark blue jeans on, but wore a red t-shirt that had some logo on it. Over it was a denim vest with all his pins and patches on it.

It wasn’t the first one he’d made, Steve still had that one, but it was so Eddie that Steve’s heart began to pound heavily against his rib cage, like a beast trying to get free.

Stop it! He thought to himself. Move on. This is the farewell tour. The final encore. The last bow.

Eddie ran over to him and smiled. “Sorry I’m late, Stevie. Someone gave me the wrong directions and I had to look it up on my phone.”

“That’s fine,” Steve said. “Let’s get going.”

Eddie paid for their tickets. It was the least he could do for having caused Steve to shut down Sweetie’s Treats because of a dumbass mistake.

They rode the rides and Steve won him this giant orange bat with googly eyes at the basketball hoops, that Eddie immediately named Dio.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

They went on more rides and ate funnel cakes and deep fried Twinkies.

Then Eddie spotted it. It was big brown eye puppy with droopy ears at the High Striker game.

“I’m going to win that puppy!” he said excitedly, tugging on Steve’s sleeve.

Steve rolled his eyes. “You do know those things tend to be rigged, right?”

Eddie turned around, his expression mischievous. His eyes were hooded and he ran his tongue slowly over the top of his teeth. Slowly.

Steve gulped. He didn’t know what Eddie had planned, but it sent that thrill down his spine that used to be because Eddie was about to ravish him. And he didn’t think that was the context here.

He watched as Eddie went up to the man in charge of the booth and paid him the five dollars.

Eddie hefted the hammer like it was a child’s toy and the heat slid down Steve’s spine to pool in his gut. Fuck was that hot.

Eddie made a couple of practice swings testing the weight of the hammer.

“You going to swing that thing any time in the next century, play boy?” the carnival worker snarked.

Eddie smirked back and swung the hammer down on the pad. The metal ball hit the bell with such force that the bell didn’t so much ring as it did gong. Everyone around them stopped to see what the hell that noise was.

To see Eddie leaning on the hammer like some, smug Norse god. The booth operator let him pick two of the big prizes so Steve got the brown-eyed puppy and the grey, stripped tabby cat.

“Bobbie and Sweetie?” Eddie suggested, naming the two animals after Steve’s shop and his best friend.

Steve nodded, burying his face into the warm, soft plushies. “Thank you, Eds.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

They had put the animals in the trunk of Steve’s car for safe keeping and were sitting on a pair of hay bales watching as the sun set and the lights of the carnival came on.

“Thanks for today,” Steve murmured. “I’d say it more than made up for that shitty special delivery.”

Eddie cackled. “Yeah, that was my big dumb mistake. I told her about you, because of course I did. But I–I couldn’t talk about what you really meant to me, because then I would have tell what an absolute coward I was.”

“And then I forced the issue.”

“Thanks for that, by the way,” he murmured. At Steve’s bitchy expression he laughed. “I wasn’t being sarcastic, honest. I needed that kick in the ass.”

Steve smiled and bumped their shoulders together. “You’re welcome I guess.”

Eddie looked up at the stars that were starting to appear in the sky. “You don’t see this many stars back in Seattle.”

“No,” Steve said softly. “I don’t suppose you do.”

Eddie ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I was happy in Seattle, Stevie. I was. But I came back here and this fits too.”

Steve gently took Eddie’s hand and squeezed it tight.

“I think I’m more in love with you then when we were stupid kids doing messed up things,” he continued unhappily.

Steve laid his head on Eddie’s shoulder and sighed. “You don’t have to marry her. Stay here with me.”

Tears slipped down Eddie’s face as he shook his head. “I have to. I can’t tell you why. I’m not being blackmailed or coerced, I do love her. But god, I love you, too.”

Steve wrapped his arms around him and held him as he cried.

****

Steve chuckled as he helped a very weepy, and very clingy drunk Eddie up to his hotel room. He had even gotten the help of a nice porter to help get him into bed.

He took off all the jewelry. The pick necklace, the leather and chain bracelets, the earring, his belt, and his rings.

Steve stopped when he was half way through removing the rings. Yes, they weren’t married yet, but if there was a ring that Eddie would have given a fianceé it would have been his mother’s ring. The ring he always wore on his right hand. But there it was, still on his hand. Moved to the pinkie now. But still.

He took it off last. He held it up to the light. The band was a little worse for wear, but the gemstone still shone brightly in the dim light of the hotel lamp.

Steve set it down with the rest of the jewelry, making sure it was right on top. He took out Eddie’s wallet and keys and set them next to the hotel key. He picked up the hotel key, feeling the weight of it in his palm.

He smoothed Eddie’s hair and then he made his decision. He quietly exited the room and told the porter and front desk that Eddie left his wallet in his car and that he was just going to get it for him.

Robin was waiting for him.

“Are you really going to do this?” she asked, voice cracking as if she was holding back tears.

Steve let out a shuddering breath and then nodded.

He was back down in mere minutes. She held out her arms to him and he crumpled in her embrace. She held him as he sobbed and sobbed.

Robin looked up at the hotel where Eddie lay sleeping and wished she could hate him in that moment, but found she couldn’t.

She pitied him. Something she never thought was possible. She bundled her best friend into the passenger side of his car and drove for home.

The further away she got, the more her heart broke.

For both of them.

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[mcondance]

nite and day. fontaine.

for 👹, as they return to school tomorrow.

the back roads of the glen are quiet this time of night. nobody passes back here but the dope boys and the hos, and even then, ‘taine’s picked a spot for the two of you where you won’t be bothered.

snack wrappers sit on the middle console, hot chips and a half-empty bottle of strawberry lemonade, taine’s malt liquor and a half-smoked joint.

his ever-present music fills the car, soft vibrations have your body rattling softly from your place in his passenger’s seat. a passenger princess is what you are, always riding, never driving, spending his dime like it’s yours– and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

hazy-eyed and chest heavy with the weed swirling through your body, you cast your eyes over fontaine’s pretty ass face; the slope of his nose and curve of his lips are entrancing even in the low light. his dark eyes meet yours with a quickness like always.

“you starin’.” he says, smooth and deep, and yeah, you are.

“i am. that wrong?”

“nah.” he shakes his head, smoke curling out of his mouth. he smiles, laughs a little cause he still can’t believe he cuffed a girl like you, who’ll just stare at him for the fuck of it. passing you the joint, he watches you hit it, and you watch him watch with low eyes, leaned over the center console staring up at him like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. your eyes, he thinks. your fuckin’ eyes.

he’s stuck, watching you inhale and exhale, keeping his eyes on you through the smoke you blow.

“you playin’ with me.” he’s got that thing in his voice, that airy, dazed, fucked thing that has you shifting in your seat and cracking a smile, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head and not denying his accusation. he shifts too, places a hand on your face and brings you over to steal a kiss that you so easily give him.

one kiss is never just one with fontaine, though. deepens quickly, gets nasty and your heads are moving with it, fighting to hold your own as the other does the same. he grunts, moves as close as he can and licks over your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth when you let him in. your hands tangle in his shirt, pulling him towards your kiss.

low smacks mix with the music pouring from his radio, little pleasured sounds and hungry groans take their place in the song like they belong there. and if you let fontaine tell it, they do.

“sound so damn pretty,” he mumbles against your lips and you smile against his, leaning back just a little to find his eyes again. he’s in the thick of it already, tipsy with infatuation and you’re getting to his head, like you always do. “what you wanna do?” he asks. he knows your answer already, leaning away from you so you can clamber over his console and settle in his lap while he’s still reaching down to move his seat back.

in his lap, his hands find your waist with ease, handle your body like second nature as you press your lips to his again, hands on either side of his face. you cup his face with the gentleness of a person in love, soft and caressing and he feels the sweetness leak off your hands and seep into his skin. 

the way you feel is anything but sweet, though. he’s hard against your heat and if you didn’t know any better you’d swear you were dripping through your shorts and panties. fontaine’s hands get bolder, sliding down your ass to grab at your pussy, grunting against your lips as he gets a handful of you. again he grabs, and you whine a little, moving up away from his hand at the sensitivity and unwelcome shyness that arises in you.

it doesn’t matter, though, cause you settle back down and he runs his hand down your slit through your clothes, still kissing and licking into each other’s mouths. sure of himself, his other hand takes the first one’s place, inside your clothes this time. 

“taine. .” you sigh, melting into his touch. 

“mhm.” he hums into your neck, kissing your skin once before he trains his eyes down between your legs. 

your body knows his touch. moves against his fingers naturally, sliding your slickness over his hand as he teases your nerves, savoring the feel of you against him. your hands are over his shoulders now, a little leverage to grind your hips on him, breath heavy and desperate with the soft pleasure arising in you.

fontaine knows your tells better than you do. “you want it?” he asks, cause he can tell with the urgency in your motions that all that long ass foreplay shit is for the birds tonight.

you just nod dumbly, leaning back so he can free his dick and you stare with hungry eyes at him, body tingling with the recollection of how he feels shoved up in your guts.

shorts and panties to the side is how he does it, using your drip as lube with one, two, three swipes up and down your cunt. you shiver, eyes joining his on between your legs to find his hand wrapped around his dick.

still high off weed and each other, you connect, softly, and its good.

ready, wet and always ready, he opens you up and he groans at the feel of you enveloping him, at how you clench and kiss his dick with your walls. your sounds seem to complement each other, a whine leaks from your mouth as he sinks in farther, splitting you open like it’s his purpose. mouth slack, you huff out breaths, eyes fluttering as he catches against little electric spots all inside you. 

there’s no static spot, no time in which you two don’t know what’s next. to the backdrop of smoke and fontaine’s smooth music, you fuck in fontaine’s driver’s seat. it’s smooth, the way you rise up and he pulls down and you meet in the middle, and then you’re in the thick of it and the pace is so sweet your mind blanks with it.

the car rocks, the shuffle of clothes and bodies and unabashed moans hit the air and spin and float like flowers through the wind.

hand braced on his chest, you rest your forehead against his, eyes taking in his eyes and his nose and his lips that are opening to feed you the words that you so readily eat up. low and deep, he speaks, his mind crafting the most depraved shit to say.

“you love this shit, don’t you? got me on you and you ain’ even have to try.” he’s lovestruck, would give you the world if you even looked at him like you wanted it. you nod, retching out a moan, dropping down on him harder and rougher. he feels that shit, smiles and places a kiss on your neck before his hands handle your waist again. he has your bounces turning to grinds, and he follows you, hands on your waist to move with you.

like this, it’s good. good like midnight drives and being close with your lover, good like spending his money and getting kissed like even god couldn’t separate you two.

the shit’s perfect, and you feel it, in your rocks against him, in how you move against each other so right. 

smooth is how you fuck each other, rolling your hips against him, letting the atmosphere of it all bring you close to cumming. there’s no rush, no race or urgency to hit your peak, just slow grinds and soft words and fontaine’s hands around your waist, comforting and mind-fucking all at once. inside you, his dick kisses every part of you.

in the driver’s seat of fontaine’s pontiac, you feel as good as you think you could ever feel.