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spaghettificationandpretzels · 10 days

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As love and its Decisive Pain

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I had some thoughts and had to write them down, so here we are.

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Contains: Fluff, loving husband Ray, impact play with a flogger, bondage, smut (fingering, sex toys, P in V) aftercare. Not beta read.

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Ray goes shopping

The narrow, cobbled stone street was one of Ray's favourites. The area, which was once a red light district back when the Thames was filthy and a loaf of bread cost a few cents, still had an illicitness about it, like the pleasure and vice still lingered in the air. Up an old set of poorly lit steps and left through a glass door into a store with walls lined with goods that would make The Marquis De Sade blush.

"Mr Smith, good to see you again. I was just about to call you about a new piece." Mavis, the woman at the counter, ducked down and produced a long black flogger with the strangest handle he had ever seen. "It came in yesterday. Nice thudy fall with no sting, and the handle," she handed to Ray as he approached the bench. "It's muti use."

The handle was made of the smoothest metal he had ever felt and it took up the heat of his hand like it was enchanted. "How much."

Mavis smiled. "For you, five hundred." He slid the money across the counter as she packed it in a fancy black box. "Anything else today?"

He shook his head. "No thank you, Ma'am. Pass my compliments onto the Leatherworker, they did some wonderful work." He left with a wave and a smile on his face, tonight was going to be delightful.

Ray did his best to fight back his smile as he walked into his home library. You were sitting, curled up on his favourite chair by the window and flashed him a warm smile when you set eyes on him. "Hello Dearest, I wasn't expecting you until six."

He smiled. "Micky let me off early. I got you something." He took the box from under his arm and placed it on the table. "I think you'll like it."

You took your time opening it, untying the ribbon before pulling off the lid and moving the tissue paper aside. "What's the occasion?"

"No occasion, Beloved, I just wanted to get you something nice." He sat next to you and pressed his lips to the side of your face. "Do you like it?"

You removed the flogger from the box and ran your fingers through the many tails. "Oh yes, I love it. Thank you." You placed your hand on his cheek and kissed him. "Can we use it tonight?"

He grinned against your lips. "Of course."

You return your attention to the implement in your hand; the hilt was odd, it was longer than any others you owned, with two sections separated by a guard, it was only when you took a closer look at the pommel that it registered. "Oh, that's interesting."

His beard scratched your skin as his teeth nipped your ear. "I thought so too." He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed you as his hand slid up your shirt, only when you were breathless did he pull away to speak. "I'm going to cook you dinner, then you're all mine."

The bedroom was pleasantly warm, as were Ray's hands as he undressed you. "You remember what to say if you want to stop?"

You nodded. "Poppy."

He smiled. "Good girl." The rope he looped around your wrists so he could tie you to the bed posts was soft, each knot made carefully for your comfort. There was enough tension so that when your legs eventually gave out, you would stay standing, your back remaining a perfect target for him to land every well placed strike.

To anyone outside the room, it must have looked like some lurid facsimile of a crucifixion, you standing naked, your arms spread open with each one tied to a bedpost, but it was one of the most erotic things Ray had ever seen. The brush of leather on your skin was gentle, a mere promise of things to come. "Are you ready, my Darling?"

You took a deep breath. "Yes."

The first few hits were soft, an easy warm up so you could fall into the sensation in relaxed comfort. There was a pause and his eyes met yours as a warm, calloused hand found your back, feeling the growing heat coming off your skin before his voice filled the air, already tight and filled with lust. "Are you ready for more?"

"Please." The next hit wasn't soft and it had your muscles coiling to avoid jolting too much in your bonds. He paused to wait for you to relax before delivering the next one, and the second you stopped tensing, they came in steady succession until he hit a pleasant rhythm that filled the room with satisfying thuds.

When he came around to your front this time, his shirt was rolled up to his forearms, and his pupils had all but taken over the pretty blue of his eyes. "So, do you like it?"

"I do, very much."

He smiled and scratched your heated skin, the feeling mixing with the dull ache of his hits and sending tingles up and down your flesh. "Good. Would you like more?"

You nodded. "Yes please."

He pecked your check before disappearing from view again and the hits began once more. Time grew fuzzy around the edges, like he had wrapped your brain in cotton wool and you fell into the support of the rope like a sailor falls into the safety of a hammock. Eventually he stopped, returning to your side as he ran his hand up and down your back. "I think it's time we move on."

He placed the flogger down for the moment and ducked under your arm so he could stand in front of you. The kiss he took you in was filled with lust and he didn't even give you a moment on control as he nipped your lower lip. He slowly ran his hand down your body, his fingers seeking until they reached your core. "Fucken hell, you're so fucken wet Sweetheart, is this all for me?"

He must have meant for the question to be rhetorical because there was no way you could give him a clear answer when his index finger circled your clit. He watched your face as he slid two fingers inside you, smiling to himself as your expression grew tight with pleasure. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

He pulled away and your eyes popped open, and you watched as he stepped away, making his way to his bedside drawer to collect a bottle of lube. Each movement was full of intention as he picked up the flogger by the bottom part of the hilt below the guard and spread a generous amount of lube on the pommel. The metal was surprisingly cold, given how it felt when you first held it. He rubbed it through your folds and you felt him grab your face with insistent fingers as your eyes drifted closed. "No, don't close your eyes, I want to watch you feel it."

The second your eyes met his, he slid the hilt inside you in one long, persistent push. He paused for a moment to admire the glassiness of your eyes and the way your breath caught in your chest before slowly pulling it out and then using the same slow, steady pace to slide it back in. The smooth steel was unforgiving hard, and guided by Ray, it pressed against your walls in a way that made you feel unbelievably full. He changed the angle so the rounded head of the pommel pressed against our G-spot with each pass and mercifully, he allowed your eyes to close as your head fell against your bicep.

He seemed intent on torturing you, never picking up speed or adding force but something about the unrelenting pressure and hardness of the hilt increased the pleasure growing in your core regardless. He shifted, never letting go of the flogger and you felt him press himself against your back as he resumed fucking you with it. He was hard in his trousers and it seemed the whole scene was affecting him just as much as you as he began to whisper praise in your ear.

Soon enough, Ray's persistence began to pay off and you felt yourself grow closer to the edge, but as your thighs closed around his hand involuntarily, you felt his foot kick at you calf. "Keep your legs open or you'll regret it." There was no force in the kick, it was nothing more than a tap but for a moment, you felt the same level of helplessness that you imagine the men who ran afoul of him felt when he kicked them to the ground.

You planted your feet on the ground and forced yourself to keep your legs still. "I'm sorry."

He smiled and pressed his lips to the back of your neck as he slid his free hand down your body to run your clit. "Hush, just be the good girl I know you can." While the push of the hilt remained languid, his fingers were fast and the juxtaposition was as confusing as it was enrapturing. "Are you going to come for me?"

You nodded. "Yes, if you want me to."

He smiled as his teeth nipped at your shoulder. "Of course I do." All most as if by magic, you fell into bliss as he sucked a mark into your skin. It was wave after wave of intensity while he poured praise over you like you were Venus in the shell. He slowly slid the handle from you, and you heard it thud before he untied you, allowing you to lean your back against his chest as you found your legs. "Can I have you tonight or will it be too much?"

You shook your head. "No, I don't want to stop."

"Good." He took your hand and led you to the side of the bed, pulling back the covers and gesturing for you to lie down while he undressed. The carefulness was a show in itself, each item coming off slowly before being folded and placed down on a chair. He was deceptively large under his clothes and watching his cock spring free as he slid his black boxers down his legs had your mouth watering.

He shot you a cocky grin as he closed the distance and climbed onto the bed, manhandling you until you were lying under him. He leaned down and kissed you, his beard scratching your skin as one hand trailed down your body so he could lift your legs over his waist. He shifted onto his elbow as his hand slid up your thigh then between you, wrapping around his cock so he could line himself up.

He met eyes with you, his expression going soft. "Are you ready?"

You nodded. "Yes please."

Your eyes fluttered closed as he groaned, his hips twitching as he fought to maintain control of himself. "Fucken 'll Love, your cunt could kill a man." His whole body coiled as his hips started to shift, a rhythm that had the head of his cock brushing your G-spot with each stroke. You clung to him, trying to match his pace as he pushed you closer to the edge. After the steel of the flogger hilt, Ray's cock felt positivity molten and the heat of bare skin against yours had a comforting heat spreading from every point of contact.

His words had turned into a hushed prayer, said more to himself than you as he wove a hand between your bodies to rub your clit. "Come on Love, you gotta come for me."

It happened slowly this time, a radiating warmth emanating from his cock, through your core and to the tips of your fingers and toes. His pace picked up as he chased his own high, the hand that was on your clit curling into your hip in a pushing clasp as he neared the edge. He took you in a kiss, equal part loving and rough as you felt him pulse inside you, and his muscles faltered as his hips stuttered and his weight fell on you.

His forehead rested on yours as he caught his breath, gazing into your eyes lovingly as he smiled softly. "Thank you."

You giggled. "Shouldn't I be thanking you?"

He chuckled and rolled off you, bringing you with him as you rested your head on his chest. "No, you are the one that is so ready to give yourself to me whenever and for whatever I ask and I'll always be grateful for that."

You sighed and pressed your lips to his chest. "You're really sweet when you want to be."

He smiled and brushed his fingers over your cheek. "Yeah, well when you're ready I'm going to run you a bath and get you clean up then we can get some sleep. How does that sound?"

You nodded. "It sounds good. I love you Ray."

His lips were soft when he placed them on your forehead. "I love you too y/n."

Fin

#raymond smith x you #raymond smith x reader #raymond smith #charlie hunnam fanfiction #the gentleman #charlie hunnam #raymond smith smut

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smolwritingchick · 28 days

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How do you think Melanie or Morgan will deal with Dean leaving WWE because him and WWE had a falling out? Would she stay in WWE or would she follow Dean to AEW where he became Jon Moxely again?

Hi!! So I’m considering Melanie being stuck in the middle of this situation. She loves WWE but wouldn’t like the way WWE is dealing with Ambrose. She will support Jon leaving. They’d be husband and wife at the time. I did consider them having kids but now?? I’d like them to not have any at this time. Maybe farther in the future, I’ll see how I feel.

I’m still brainstorming on how I want to go about it. But was thinking that she’d be punished since he left and would be booked poorly or wrestle less. She already knew the BS that was going on and knew she’d want out soon as well. I see her eventually leaving WWE but taking a smol hiatus from wrestling. The way Tony Khan would want her in AEW, offering her huge deals but Jon wouldn’t pressure her to join AEW and would support her wanting to just relax and take a break from wrestling.

I’ve been considering the AJ Lee route for Melanie. Doing her own thing while still beloved by wrestling fans and hoping to see her return to the ring. Chanting her name when Jon is in the ring from time to time. Whenever it’s AEW or WWE, fans want her back. She’ll be acting while taking a break from wrestling, having a successful time with that while attending Jon’s wrestling shows, cheering him on.

She will be on good terms with WWE despite everything that happened. I see her still being very close with Triple H and him telling her whenever she wants to return, she is more than welcome. And expect the NXT girls at that time to always bring her up in interviews about how she inspired them and how much of a risktaker she is in the ring with her crazy spots. As well as mentioning her as a dream match opponent. She’d use Twitter less during her hiatus from wrestling which will make fans miss her even more as she’ll go on a more private route. But best believe she’ll still be with her strong circle of friends like Roman, Seth, AJ, Punk and ect.

I also have a lot of what if scenarios I want to write for the story so this is definitely one of them I want to write. I could write both, her joining AEW after her hiatus and also her joining WWE after her hiatus. A royal rumble return and even being back in the ring during that match with one of her greatest rivals, Rosa, just like Mickie and Trish did at the Royal Rumble. So endless possibilities. I have a lot of ideas so I’m looking forward to writing different scenarios for Morgan’s wrestling career. I cannot just pick one route for the story as things progress years later tbh.

I’ll do my best to label everything clearly and focus on one scenario at a time. Also I kid you not I wasn’t even going to continue my wrestling story. I was just going to post up until I stopped years ago. But with the curiosity and interest I’ve received from time to time on this story has changed my mind and has genuinely surprised me. I didn’t think it’d spark people’s interest like it did years ago since this is a completely different writing style from my K-Pop story. It’s still in my high school mindset as I was a teenager fangirling over the shield. And now being an adult and writing about Morgan again with a different mindset is a challenge I’m going to accept. So I’ll do my best to continue it ��️

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sweetlikesunflowersandhoney · 2 months

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Fun things I've been up to:

-Bar's baby is almost here, so Micky and I are slowly building his first library by going to used bookstores. We got him 10 books I'm in love with, and it makes me want to write for children, and I can't wait until he is here to tell him stories.

-Started pilates (necessary evil) and 💝pottery💝 in a new studio, they don't have wheels so it's all in table and I really enjoy the process, I think I'm better than at the wheel. I'm working in a (maybe) flowerpot. I love going with my sister, too, we needed an activity. We also befriended the other new girl and she invited us to her coffeeshop.

-The children's literature tr class is as fun as expected, I really love the process and I'm good at it, creative translation is such a joy.

-I wrote a pirate one shot! And Blayze and I have our beloved aus still going, they make me so happy. Plus I got to beta for Liv which is always fun.

-I've been reading more, One of us is next + Lady Audrey's Secret (audiobook)

-Had family lunch at Tita, an entirely vegan bodegón and I want to ask Abril to come with us soon.

#i need to write these down so i remember I'm doing stuff too #diary #is that the tag?#m

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granat-sof · 2 months

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Hi! Thanks for reblogging my ask game post!

Once Alisa and Gella get together, what do you think their relationship would be like? Who would be the one more openly affectionate? Who would be the one who gets more jealous?

Thank you for your question :3 I actually doodled the girls grown up for this post.

It actually takes them a while to actually. Start dating.

Alisa is obviously shy and also very reserved in her sexuality. And Gella, despite her confident demeanor, is quite awkward in romance particularly. With Alisa particularly. She likes to tease people and use a lot of sarcasm, that's the way she communicates. But she can't bring herself to do that to Alisa. They bond a lot especially because of how honest and true Gella is with her only.

They are stuck in the territory of extremely close friends but not girlfriends for a while. Pretty much up until their adulthood.

Gella is the one to take a first step. With the push of Micky who despises Gella, but wants his friend Alisa to be happy. And since even Micky is telling her to just try Gella has to. And she does! Around the time they finish school. And they both don't go to college.

Alisa is still pretty reserved, so she is really stressed out with PDA, despite pretty much enjoying getting affection. And she mostly gets it, it's rare for her to initiate. But Gella is fine with that because she has endless supply of affection.

And she's the one to get jelous. Not the kind od jelousy stemming from being insecure and genuinely believing your partner wants to leave you, but more of a protective jelousy. Especialy with how shy and people-pleasing her girlfriend can get.

Alise is the one to feel insecure, for the reasons stated above. She's always worried if free spirited and confident Gella may feel trapped with her. But Alisa is so beloved by Gella exactly because of how grounded and adorable in her reserved nature she is.

But Gella is influencing Alisa to be more confident in a healthy way. From Alisa's own desire of course.

Yeahhhhhh the girlies <3

#sof replying to asks #rhythm doctor #fanon #fanchild #oc #original character

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limelocked · 10 months

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Steven Moffat is my archenemy because like that man has written a lot of my favourite doctor who episodes during 9 and 10 like okay

Empty child, banger episode, everybody lives just this once, iconic

Girl in the fireplace, less loved by the fandom it seems but deeply beloved by me, you can’t keep the horse I let you keep Micky, clockwork men making you scared of ticking clocks, inspired

Blink, it’s blink, if girl in the fireplace aimed to make you scared of everyday objects then blink is the realisation of that idea, great idea to make it about someone else other than the doctor in an episode just so much better than love and monsters

Silence in the library, masterpiece, scared of clocks yet? scared of statues yet? how bout I make you scared of dust in the air and the good ol fashioned dark? river being there is also so great cuz it’s a first and a last, one of the best episodes in all of who

And then he danes to go and become a showrunner

#doctor who #Moffat guest writer for tma and nothing else #he’s good at writing psychological horror shit and Nothing Else #like I never connected it before cuz I didn’t know he did girl in the fireplace but he really looked at a normal thing every time and went #how can I extrapolate maximum horror from this #you could argue that empty child is in the same line but instead of ticking or statues or shadows it’s gas masks

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sylv3st3r-g0ld · 1 year

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"pull his and laugh"

hello i'm micky (sylvester is okay too)

20 | sag sun moon and rising 💀

queer as shit – futch transmasc gay ; demiromantic, demisexual, ambiamorous - he/they/it

songwriter, musician, aspiring singer, poet, writer

record/CD/tape collector ; want to learn to dj (w vinyl) - 70s/80s disco, 80s hi-nrg, 80s funk, 90s/00s house (tribal and hard aswell)

former wikipedian and girl scout ; mtn dew connoisseur (livewire my beloved) ; ancom pastafarian and unironic buckcherry fan 🤩

#sarg.txt #pinned intro #pinned post

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queen-boudicca · 2 years

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First up in the nuwho rewatch, Rose!

It's ya girl!

I love how RTD sets look like actual places people live. Like that looks like an living room

Love the music so much omg

MICKEY i love you and your dorky dancing

This music is an absolute bop

Wait did she forget to bring down the till or did she hope nobody would notice before she left and didn't have to do it

Why is the ceo's office in the basement? And she knows him on a first name basis? Oh wait i bet that means chief electrical officer or something (judging by how there's the lightning sign on his door idk)

IT'S YA BOI

Don't like this music as much

Oh okay so it did stand for that

Rip Wilson

"I'm gonna go up there and blow it up! Which might well kill me in the process, but don't worry about me; go on home and have your beans on toast"

God i missed nine so much omg he's so sassy

JACKIE!!! ILY

Mickey!!

Lol their cute bickering it's amazing

"You need something stronger let's to go the pub"

"There's a match on isn't there?"

"Well I've got no idea what you're talking about how dare you even insinuate—"

Wakes up, goes back to bed

"I know she is Greek but that's not the point" amazing

"Well anything could happen" "no" the doctor is ace af and we stan

Love the implication that nine hasn't seen his reflection, when later we get a whole series of audio dramas that took place after he regenerated and before he met rose so he hasn't looked in a mirror or anything in all that time

Jackie blow-drying her already dry hair for... reasons?

God he's such a bitch i love him

NINE'S THEME (which yes is basically the same as tens theme shut up his is softer and just has the vocals)

Rose googles "doctor" expecting anything other than a list of doctors and then goes to an internet stranger's house and would've gone alone if Micky hadn't insisted on coming

Also how the fuck is that picture supposed to look anything like nine

Also why was the doctor at the Kennedy assassination?

Oh look another photo that looks nothing like him at all

At least the drawing does, though that's mostly bc of the outfit

'His constant companion is death' dude didn't you just say that he visited a family who then decided not to go on the titanic and thus survived?

Oh i love these effects

Not gonna blame Rose for not realizing Mickey was sus bc nobody would think someone they know would be kidnapped and replaced by an evil plastic replica

IT'S YA GIRL (TARDIS)

lol love rose running right out even though fake Mickey is chasing them

NINE'S THEME AGAIN

She's so beautiful

And nines purposefully avoiding caring about Mickey bc he's jaded and doesn't want to be distracted and wants to think that sacrifices are justified bc that's how he copes

And rose is rightly like hey wtf how can you forget about him

God I love how a character calls out the doctor on his flaws (which are justified and understandable and make even more sense the more we learn about him) and it's actually true and not immediately criticized by the narrative certain showrunners could never

Nine in the middle of the London eye I'm gonna cry

I love how the doctor always cites the specific article or whatever from the shadow proclamation. Like even when alien species are governed by it do they really know every article and shit? I could cite maybe like five articles of my country's founding documents there's way everyone knows what part of whatever law he's citing

Hc that they just name random numbers and shit and nobody knows enough about it to contradict him

The grief in his voice holy fuck and how he's choked up and stuff

God Eccleston deserves an Oscar for this

People say he should get one for dalek and they're right but this is fucking incredible too

Aww Clive no

Jackie you are not doing a good job of running away

Rose i love you taking time to monologue before you save the day king shit

No i can't even lie i actually love her little speech you go queen

Mickey my beloved are you all right

Rose maybe tell your mom you're okay before you hang up lol

Rose maybe consider that Mickey didn't have any time to adjust or anything and he was just kidnapped and didn't really get to talk to the doctor at all

Aww nine is so sad :-(

Anyway the other possibility is that this was right after he regenerated but then he left w the tardis and had all the audio adventures before coming back and telling rose that it also travels in time

Now I'm filled with an overwhelming desire to read some nine fanfic (if only I fucking had any someone please rec some to me)

#nuwhorewatch #ninth doctor #rose

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grab-the-bananaguns · 11 months

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my beloved girl Micky

The eye has a face, this is how I imagine my one character Micky and I do recognise that she looks like Bea from Night in the Woods (below)

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harryspet · 4 years

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secret service | bucky barnes

[Warnings] secret service!bucky x reader, reader is vp’s daughter, bodyguard!bucky, agegap, noncon/dubcon sex, brat tamer bucky, dominant x submissive, rough sex (wear protection kids!!)

A/N: this is for @nsfwsebbie ‘s dream fic challenge. Happy b-day sab! this is @mypoisonedvine ‘s dream fic and the prompt was “I would love anything dark bucky, especially if he starts out all nice and stuff but then he's all manipulative and it gets worse and worse until we're in heavy dub con/non con territory”. hope you enjoy bb!

In which a political trip to London allows you to be reunited with your favorite secret service member, Bucky Barnes.

taglist: @peterztinglez @lovelynerdytraveler @buckybarney @hollandsdream @micki-smiles @buckybarnesplumwhore @arts-ismything @saharzek @lovemassivelybeautifulbouquet @what-is-your-wish @marvelslut-musicalnerd @brattypeony @hermayone @buckysugar @mandiiblanche @cherienymphe

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“You’ll need to be on your best behavior this weekend. We can’t have an incident like last year.”

You didn’t meet your mother’s eyes as you looked out the window of the private plane. Surprising to most, this time you spent watching her read her millions of paperwork was the most time you spent with her. Your mother cared for you but she was not warm. You didn’t believe a warm person could make it so high in the government. Being the daughter of the Vice President, you saw the kinds of dirty, manipulative politics that went on behind the scene.

You wanted little part of it but, here you were, about to land in London for an important public event.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” She continued to talk despite your lack of an answer, “That means you tell your agents when you’re going somewhere. I don’t care if you’re only walking down the hall to the ice machine, you tell them. You’ve known this since you were a little girl, I don’t know why you always give me a hard time.”

“I’m already here alone, Mom. Must you torture me further by suffocating me?”

“I know you must think it’s fun to rendezvous with some foreign prince but I must ask you to keep your legs closed for this trip and listen to your security.”

Your mouth parted. She thought of you as some whore but the truth was that you were far from the persona she forced upon you, “You don’t know me at all. And Alden isn’t a prince, his father is a prince. He’s just a duke,” You faked a smile and she scowled at you.

You weren’t expecting her next words, “I have a surprise for you when we land.”

You paused for a moment, trying to read her face. She was perfect at disguising her true emotions and, as her daughter, the thought that you didn’t really know your mother was saddening, “A surprise? I thought you were lecturing me.”

“You won’t listen unless I bribe you, Y/N,” Just as the words left her mouth, the pilot spoke on the intercom. The plane was beginning its descent and in a moment you’d be landing. One of your mother's assistants had to approve all your outfits for this trip. After some discourse, you decided on a light pink dress for your arrival look. It hugged your curves the way you liked but it reached down to your knees modestly as your mother preferred.

When you were finally stepping down the stairs to the plane, watching your mother wave to the press, and the diplomats ready to greet her, you realized what your surprise was. Two sleek, black cars waited at the end of the red carpet and the sight of the man standing in front of the second one made your heart race.

It took everything in you not to run to him. His dark hair was styled neatly, his arms folded over his nicely pressed black suit and a soft look of happiness was displayed on his strong face. He was just like you remembered him, the earpiece in his ear and the gold pin on his lapel reminded you of his position.

“This is my surprise?” Your mother turned to you with a grin.

“I know how much you like Agent Barnes, maybe you’ll actually listen to him. You’re going straight to your hotel room, I will see you later tonight.”

“Of course, my beloved mother. Like all teenagers, I love sitting in my hotel room and doing nothing while I’m on a trip.”

You watched your mother walk away from you, going to the first car while you approached the second car. Your speed picked up as you neared him. He opened the door for you, winking, “Girl Scout is in the Stage Coach. I repeat, Girl Scout is in the Stage Coach.”

Everyone the secret service protected had a codename. You’d been a proud girl scout for most of elementary school and then middle school when your mother went from Senator to Vice President. The name stuck and you thought it was annoying now that you’d grown out of that phase but you liked the name on his lips.

As you carefully slipped inside the car, you were beaming and, as Bucky slipped in beside you, you had to wait to pounce. You attacked him with a hug as soon as the doors closed and none of the crowd could see you through the tinted windows. You felt his hand against your back, hugging you tightly and it was then that you realized how touch starved you had been.

Everyone you came in contact had to go through your guards and that was often an intimidating process for most guys. Even though you had started college, you decided to avoid boys altogether because of this.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Your eyes were wide even as you pulled away from him, “How?”

Bucky gave you a soft smile, “Well I can’t tell you all the details since they’re top secret but, let’s say, my mission didn’t take as long as predicted.”

Your eyes narrowed at him in curiosity, “So you killed the bad guys and they let you come back to play babysitter?”

Bucky shook his head, giving you an amused look, “So crass. I see nothing has changed,” He leaned over and, for the briefest second, you thought his face was leaning into yours. Instead, he had reached over to grab your seatbelt as he safely secured it around your waist. Your cheeks heated up and you found yourself looking into the rearview mirror where you could see the two agents sitting in the front seat, “I apologize for being gone so long.”

“You didn’t miss much,” You said to console him, “Just senior year which was nothing special.”

Seeing him now made you think about meeting him those six years ago. He was so young then, just having served in the Army, but somehow aging had made him look even better. You had a feeling he was just as king and loyal as before. You were just a middle schooler at the time, hormonal, and constantly fighting with your parents about your lack of freedom. Maybe you hadn’t changed much either.

You watched him fasten his own seatbelt as the car began to take off, “Nothing special, hmm?” He cocked his eyebrow, “What about prom? Graduation?”

“Oh, it was effectively ruined by my arch-nemesis. He stole my spot as Salutatorian, my prom date wouldn’t stop talking to him about nanotech for the entire evening, and guess who got into Stanford for early admission just like yours truly?”

“Little Peter Parker?” Bucky chuckled.

“He’s not so little anymore,” You crossed your arms, pouting, “He’s only jealous that my mother was chosen as Vice President and his uncle was chosen for the lousy Secretary of Labor position.”

“Seems he must like you a lot to follow you to Stanford. To move all the way across the country,” You gave him an incredulous look, “C’mon, princess, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“Of course I’ve noticed,” You rushed out your words, trying to ignore that feeling you got when he called you princess. If anyone else had said that, you’d probably feel disgusted but … you couldn’t help but think that term of endearment had changed its meaning. The truth was that you never thought Peter liked you and now you were worrying that your lack of social awareness had caused you to ignore the warning signs, “The last person I want to talk about is Peter Parker, Bucky.”

“Fine,” He folded his hands in front of him, sighing.

“Besides,” You side-eyed him mischievously, “I have someone far more important who feigns for my attention.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky leaned in.

“A duke,” You finished.

Bucky’s face seemed to fall, “I can’t imagine you as a duchess,” You couldn’t imagine yourself as one either but you liked the excitement that Alden brought you, “And your mother informed me of what happened last year. I’ll probably lose my job if something like that occurs again.”

“You’d tattle on me? I thought we were friends, Bucky.”

“That was when you were a harmless little girl. Now, you’re …” His eyes seemed to roam over your face then they fell to your neck but they moved back to your eyes before they could travel any lower, “You’re going to make this hard on me, aren’t you?”

You reached out to tap his cheek playfully and smirked, “I missed you.”

You weren’t sure exactly what holier-than-thou charity that these rich people had gathered in ball gowns to donate to. It was probably a minuscule fraction of their wealth and they most likely were only here to keep up appearances. Still, you enjoyed a chance to dress up.

You moved through the historical museum in a red ball gown, admiring all the expensive artifacts, as Bucky escorted you. You expected your mother to be with you during the event she’d forced you to attend but it seemed that she was once again too busy. You would’ve felt lonely if Bucky hadn’t been there. The other agents kept their distance, wearing tuxedos to blend into the rest of the crowd as they watched you from a distance.

Every now and then your conversation with Bucky would be interrupted by a message coming through his squiggly earpiece.

He looked quite handsome tonight and by the outline of his biceps against the fabric of his tuxedo jacket, you could tell he had bulked up over the last year.

“Madam Vice President had a run-in with the Prime Minister's wife. Turns out they’ve been dying to talk. She’ll meet you once the auction begins.”

“Oh, an auction, is that what this is? What endangered species are we saving tonight?”

“Funny,” Bucky added sarcastically, “... I don’t see your prince around. Perhaps he found another famous daughter to entertain for the night.”

You gave him a venomous look, “That cannot be possible when I look like this,” You emphasized your glamorous look that had taken nearly five hours to get on, “Now, would you please escort me to my table? I’m sure he’ll come and find me once you’re not standing beside me like a big tree.”

The truth was that you had no idea if Alden even remembered you from last year. He did make out with you but who knows how many famous daughters he had tried to entertain before. You hated how right Bucky seemed.

Bucky didn’t add anything to your harsh words as he escorted you into a large ballroom. It was so elegantly decorated that the room smelled like money. Blue stripes of light wavered through the room making it feel like you were in the middle of the ocean. You couldn’t help that the feeling of drowning that she experienced was a bad touch on the organizer's part.

Of course, your mother’s table was right near the front of the room. As Bucky pulled back the white chair, you took a seat, not meeting his eyes, “You’re dismissed, Mr. Barnes,” You spoke over your shoulder.

To your surprise, he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “You cause any problems tonight, princess, and you deal with me.”

Your mouth pinched into a thin line as you were left speechless. When you looked back, he was already walking away, taking his position by the far wall. You looked away quickly, mentally cursing. So much for having the upper-hand. You slouched in your seat, looking around the hall which was now flooding with people.

A few people you vaguely remembered having a conversation with approached you to talk. Hollywood celebrities, European politicians, and even famous designers hoping to get you to wear some of their designs. Lately, the paparazzi loved to follow you as you walked to class and gossip sites loved to talk about what you wore.

Everyone was so busy trying to get your attention that you hadn’t noticed someone slip in the seat beside you, “You look like you need something to drink,” You were a bit startled but you immediately recognized his voice. It seemed a year had made him more handsome as well. With one hand he grabbed yours and kissed it and with the other he handed you a glass of champagne.

“Your grace,” You greeted him, accepting the glass. You had almost forgotten that you could legally drink here. Despite that, you knew it would be improper to your mother. That’s why you took a sip, “Thank you so much-” You winced at the bitter taste but continued to sip.

The young duke was tall and red-headed, his face peppered with adorable freckles. His royal get-up was even more attractive.

You looked back at Bucky who was staring intently, “Is a night of fun in the cards for us?” You turned back to the Prince.

“I’m not supposed to rendezvous with royalty anymore. My Mom was not happy with me.”

He leaned back casually in his chair, his leisurely nature was surprising to you, “Is she usually happy with you?”

“Touche,” You took another painful sip, “Still, I’m not supposed to leave this table and I’m supposed to go straight back to my hotel room. No funny business.”

“No shenanigans whatsoever?” He frowned and you wondered why the British accent was so heavenly, “You must, at the very least, keep me entertained through whatever ceremony this is-”

“An auction, your grace.”

“What endangered species are we trying to save this time? It won’t be enough money anyways since they decorated this place with literal diamonds,” You smiled as you saw him reach into his jacket pocket and pulled out a flask, “Something stronger, perhaps?”

Bucky tapped his foot, starting to tune out the voice in his ear.

The room was now full of socialites, Madam Vice President had been escorted to her seat, and now the auction was beginning. The Vice President hadn’t so much as hugged her daughter so Bucky doubted she had noticed you were drinking yet. The young Duke would refill your glass with a clear liquid every time it ran low.

You were now giggling and laughing with him as a serious speech was given. You had to be at least six shots in. You played with his hand in your lap, leaning over to whisper in his ear, as you had the time of your life.

Bucky didn’t panic, only made a quick decision, “Girl Scout is in need of some rescuing. Clear the exit.”

Bucky scanned the room and his men began to follow his orders, as he approached your table. Before you could take another sip of your drink, his hand was on your shoulder. Your mother flashed him a concerned look but Bucky gave her a look to tell her not to worry. Luckily, she hadn’t noticed yet that you were about to go off the rails.

“Want some?” You smiled lazily as you lifted your glass. Bucky took it from you, setting back on the table.

“I think you need to use the bathroom, Miss Y/L/N,” You gave him a confused look. You wondered why he was being so stern with you.

“Nooo, I think you have the wrong woman, officer,” Bucky grabbed onto your hand, urging you up from your seat, “Let me deal with this rude man, your grace, I’ll be back soon.”

It seemed the Duke was in a similar, drunk state and simply replied with, “Return soon, my darling. I shall wait for your return-” You couldn’t respond because Bucky was trying to pull you away. Luckily, Bucky hadn’t managed to cause a scene but he knew you’d end up getting blackout drunk and embarrassing your mother if you continued.

Agents flocked around the two of you as you were guided out of the room. You almost tripped on the long skirt of your dress though Bucky easily caught you. You held onto him, giggling, “You couldn’t make it one night, could you?” You walked through a long hallway, staff carrying large plates of food passed and stared.

He brought you to the bathroom which was ginormous in itself, chandeliers hanging across the length of it, and completely empty, “I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here, officer.”

He leaned against the wall, “Walk around. Splash water on your face. Sober up.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the sink counter, as you stared at your makeup. As if you would ruin your makeup to “sober up”.

You pouted, staring at him through the mirror, “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Bucky. Only my mother.”

“Your mother is my boss. When you upset her, she’s upset with me,” Bucky was terse, and you wondered where that soft side was starting to disappear to, “You shouldn’t be drinking anyway.”

You huffed, hating that this conversation was starting to ruin your buzz, “I’m not a child. Don’t tell me you never had a sip of alcohol before you were twenty-one.”

“You think you’re more mature than you actually are,” You couldn’t help the scowl that formed on your face, “You’re not drinking for fun. You’re drinking to spite your mother.”

He moved closer, his hands behind his back as he sunk his words into you like a knife. You turned to him, taking a challenging step toward him. He towered over you but you clung to that anger and turned it to what you thought was confidence.

You grinned up at him, reaching out to play with the buttons of his jacket, “I thought you knew me better, Bucky,” You looked up at him with longing eyes, “I’m not a little girl anymore and you know that. You look at me differently. Your eyes linger on places you shouldn’t even be watching.”

Bucky grabbed your wrist tightly, suddenly, “Stop,” You knew you had touched a nerve.

“See, I know these things now,” You teased, “You like it when you can swoop me up and save me.”

“It’s my job, Y/N,” He spoke sternly. He was still holding you despite his words.

“What is it that you really want from me?” You pressed yourself closer to him, “A kiss maybe? Or something more forbidden?”

His eyes were dark with lust and you watched them linger on your lips at the mention of a kiss. What exactly did you want from him and what hole had you just dug for yourself? The alcohol was giving you courage but you weren’t actually sure how to finish what you started.

Bucky decided for you. He turned your body quickly, pressing your back into him, as a hand tightened around your throat. He faced you toward the mirror and the two of you were illuminated with bright lights. Your eyes widened as you watched him lean into your ear, “You’re such a brat ….”

Maybe part of him wanted you to mess up. Maybe he wanted a reason to get you alone with him and away from the royal douche that you were talking to. Maybe he let you get to this point ...

“Bucky, what are you-” His hand tightened around your throat and you felt your knees go weak.

He shushed you, “You asked what I really wanted. I want to punish you, princess,” Shivers went through your body as his warm breath tickled your ear, “I want to fuck you speechless so you can’t talk back with that smart little mouth of yours anymore.”

You started to struggle against you but you felt his fingers tighten around the sides of your throat. His hands were so big that they wrapped perfectly around your neck, “Hands on the counter,” He loosened his grip but only so he could push you forward. Like instinct, your hands held the sink counter. You turned your head to look back at him but he grabbed your hair, forcing your face forward, “Look forward, I want you to be able to see your pretty face while I fuck you.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry,” You forced out shakily as you felt the back of your dress being slowly unzipped. Through the mirror, you watched as he carefully took in the view of your body, “Please don’t hurt me-”

“Have I ever hurt you before?” He interrupted you, his hands traveling over your bareback, “I’ll always protect you, princess. I just think, if I’m going to keep doing my job, we need some new rules.”

The straps of your dress fell down your shoulder, exposing your breast. Again, as you tried to look away, he forced your face towards the mirror again, “Don’t be shy now,” He pulled down your panties, slapping your now exposed bottom, sending a stinging pain through your skin.

There was aching between your legs and part of you feared what he’d discover when he took a closer look. As you watched him undo his belt, a dark look in his eyes, you knew that he was going to push you all the way. He slapped your ass again, watching your body convulse as you tried to run from the pain. Surprisingly, his intimate touch only made that aching grow.

Upon closer examination, Bucky did discover the wetness between your legs. You bit down on your lip as his fingers roamed over your sweet spot, rubbing your sensitive bulb. You bent over further, allowing him more access which caused Bucky to smirk.

Something switched in him once again because suddenly he was pouncing again, positioning himself behind you as he pushed you further against the counter. He wanted you to see his face as he entered you, roughly grabbing your hair as he teased you entrance with his hard, throbbing cock.

“Please…”

“Please what? You want me to fuck you?” You closed your eyes, unwilling to answer, only to receive another smack to your bottom, “Don’t worry about what you want, princess, I’m making the decisions here.”

He stretched you as he slowly entered you and you tightly wrapped around his member, “Fuck, Y/N,” He cursed, moving deeper inside of you. At that moment, he was all that could feel, and all that consumed your thoughts. He moved torturously slow in and out of you and you gasped every time he sunk his entire length within you.

“Bucky!” You cried out, your mouth wide as you gripped the counter for dear life, “Ah, t-t-too big … p-please. Ah!”

He moved faster now, reaching around to grab ahold of your breast as he thrust inside of you. You called his name again and that only made him speed up his pace. He was torturing with his ferocity and now you wished he’d go back to taking it easy on you. You watched in the mirror as he split you apart, taking whatever innocence you had left within you, “Good girl, princess,” He praised you, “Taking my cock. So. Good.”

He was moving too fast now. With each thrust, he was hitting the right spot and sending pleasure in cascading waves through your body. You couldn’t take it, already tightening around his cock as you orgasm. You tried to run from it, trying to pull your body forward but he grabbed your arms, forcing you back onto his cock. Tears stung your eyes as he went even deeper.

When he finally came, he grunted hard, his moaning deep and heavy. You were defeated, conquered, though you didn’t understand why being violated could feel so good.

You leaned against the counter as you tried to catch your breath. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, breathing heavily, before pulling up his pants and tightening his belt again. He adjusted his earpiece before looking at you over again. Shaking, you were pulling up the straps of your dress.

“Sober now?” He asked, a wicked smile on his face. “Let’s try yes sir and no sir from now on. Understand?”

“Yes… Sir.”

i love the whole secret service concept so i hope you enjoyed it too!

#dark fic #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky x y/n #bucky barnes smut #dark!bucky smut #marvel #marvel smut #writing challenge #bucky barnes angst #secret service!bucky #president au #politician au

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mickgaydolenz · 2 years

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pick a few mutuals and say what you associate with them ✨

oooh okay, this is fun!! (p.s i really don't want anyone to feel left out so if i don't mention you please know as a beloved mutual you are forever and always in my heart)

@mygirlnesmith - of course i need to start with jo!! there are so many things i associate with jo (like being so fucking clever and funny and kind), but the strongest are that 1. our overlap of experiences and informative media/moments is pure insanity (like seriously it is sometimes scary 😱). so they are for real just my missing triplet, or my soulmate if you will. 2. CEO of girl micky monday and Co-President/Founder of the princess gwen fanclub/cult. what a fucking insane claim to fame 💖✌️😔. (we both have a strong bond over our love of girl micky and coco dolenz 😔🤝😔). and 3. they are the most critical of all mike critical people out there. they should be allowed to go back in time and conduct a fully immersive case study on michael nesmith. (also jo was the reason i even broke out of my shell in this fandom, so i am forever grateful to them for being a good friend to me 💖💖💖)

@reignoerme - the creator of the modern au!!! reign is so, so, so creative and so funny 💖💖!!! (no seriously, she sent me this fucking hilarious video she made and i was screaming). i mainly associate her with being too nice for her own good >:(( (no seriously. reign is an angel. she is the irl embodiment of the looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll meme). she is also the president of the peter tork defense squad 💪 , and most importantly i associate her with the insane, big brain 🧠 , huge amazing au ideas she is constantly churning out! OH FUCK i can't forget her incredible modern au fashion boards, she KILLS those every time ✨✨✨!! all of our little discussions have been so, so fun and i love talking with you man 💖🙏🥹

@vintagecocacolainthesun - can't not mention raya!!! the queen of monkees dreams herself 👑, the psyche that keeps on giving, the asker of the most unhinged (but fun) questions! so obviously raya to me is the teller of dreams, but also a very creative, very engaging friend that is so kind to so many people on this platform 💖🙏😔.

@jathis - the creator of the doppel-gang!!! jathis is the fastest fic writer in all the land 🏃‍♂️💨(no seriously, how do you even do it man???). when i think of them i think of all the great fics they write and how much they go out of their way to engage and enrich other au's/ideas/headcannons in the monkees fandom! they always have something great to add and are so, so, so generous with their time and creativity! ALSO another member of the peter tork defense squad 💪

@birdie-hop -BIG BRAIN!!!! HUGE GALAXY BRAIN 🧠 !!! i've said it once, but i'll say it again, god works fast but birdie works fucking faster. their edits are INSANE. their comedic timing is INSANE. fucking what a super power dude. ALSO their head analysis is always soooooooooooo ✨✨✨💅immaculate

#haha sorry this might be a bit cringe to read guys. but i am very sincere and i appreciate you all so much!!#and again i really don't want anyone to feel left out. that is such a huge fear/pet peeve of mine #so please know if i didn't mention you. as a beloved mutual you still mean so much to me!!!

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female-sleuths · 2 years

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CJ’s Encyclopedia of Female Sleuths

It came to my attention that lots of my most beloved female detectives are not know widely (at least not in the dcmk fandom 😫). I spend much time in my youth to find books were women had agency, though I love the golden age detective stories, woman’s agency is rare, not only there, but still in the 1980 and 1990.

So to remedy this, I’ll do a small encyclopedia, starting more or less chronologically (which means I have to start with Miss Marple, even if I should think she is less obscure).

I will include girl detectives (Nancy Drew is nearly as old as Miss Marple, Trixie Belden still pre-dates the 1950s) at some time.

The encyclopedia will be updated infrequently (I’m going to have to reread a lot of stuff) and will encompass at least the following (article exists when linked):

Miss Jane Marple (1927)

Nancy Drew (1930)

Trixie Beldon (1948)

Kate Fansler (1964)

Emma Peel (1965)

Cordelia Gray (1972)

Amelia Peabody (1975)

Sabrina Duncan (1976)

Sharon McCone (1977)

V.I. Warshawski (1982)

Maggie Ryan (1985)

Micky Knight (1990)

Veronika Mars (2004)

Masumi Sera (2011)

#female detective #encyclopedia #cj's encyclopedia of female sleuths

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kaash-customs · 3 years

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The 10 Different Types of Rings to Gift Your Lady Love

There are a lot of ring patterns and ideas available to gift your lady love. But you are thinking of giving some personal and unique go for the custom jewelry products. The ring is not only a fashion accessory, but it also consists of the wearer's emotions. Like we can see rings on the wedding ceremony, engagement ceremony, proposal and more.

The ring is a jewelry accessory that connects you with your loved one. So we can say that a piece of jewelry has the all love and feelings of a person. After the jewelry evolution, we are now aware of multiple materials and engraving options for rings. Custom jewelry stands for creating a unique jewelry piece only for you. With the help of customization, you can add your personal touch to a jewelry piece as well. So engraved rings for women are much popular in women's fashion.

The ring accessories come up a long way in women's fashion. Here are some preferred ring pieces available that stand for the best jewelry gift options. Let's take a look.

Types of Engraved Rings for Women to Express Your Love

Love You Ring

You can simply express your love and feeling with a piece of love you ring. Your lady will be so surprised to have this engraving jewelry piece. If you are shopping the custom jewelry, then you will get an option to choose from different materials. Like you can go with gold, rose gold, platinum, and sterling silver materials.

Initial Rings

Initial style is becoming much famous in the collection of engraved rings for women. In the custom jewelry collection, you will get broad products for specific initial jewelry. For gifting an initial ring, always choose your lady love's first initial or the last initial. Or you can go with the last name's initial letter for engraving on rings.

Name Rings

And we are here with the well-going trend of custom jewelry for women and men. Name rings are available with too many pretty cool designs to steal your women's heart. Name rings are not only accepted for women, but name rings are also there to suit men's fashion. So name rings can be the perfect jewelry gift for men and women.

Leaf Designed Rings

Women always love to wear some unique and stylish jewelry that suits their fashion way. Here is an elegant piece of engraved rings for women. Leaf designed rings are adjustable so she can casually wear it. Adjustable rings are also suitable to wear frequently.

Cute Micky Ring

If you are thinking of gifting some cute and joyful things, then let's go with the cute Micky rings. Or if your girl loves the cartoon and the fun-loving jewelry accessories. Therefore you should surely gift her the Micky mouse face rings. Furthermore, if you wish to do some twining things, then you can shop for the Micky and Minnie mouse rings for both of you.

Birthstone Rings

Birthstone jewelry also makes a memorable gift to give your dear one. Birthstone rings are available at online jewelry stores and local jewelry stores. For choosing birthstone jewelry, first, you have to know your lady's birthstone. After that, you can gift her birthstone jewelry. Either it will gonna messed up if you don't know her birthstone. You can also choose the customization option to engrave names or initials on birthstone rings.

A Secret Message Ring

Nothing can be more romantic jewelry pieces than engraving secret messages on a jewelry piece. Why not to try for the secret or hidden message ring to give your beloved woman. The secret message or name ring consists of messages on the inner side of the ring or band. You can engrave this type of message on this ring.

I love You

Forever Yours

You have my heart in your hands

I Promise

I choose you

Always and forever

One heart - two souls

To have and to hold

Or you can engrave your specific love quotes as well.

Infinity Band

The infinity symbol says it's all by self. The infinity symbolizes eternal and endless love. So it's a good way to express your love with infinity bands. There is also customization available to engrave names on the infinity rings.

Also Read: Types of Customized Jewelry and Where to Shop?

Personalized Date or Year Ring

Its an also a preferred custom jewelry piece for couples. You can create your ring jewelry memorable by engraving the wedding year & date, the day you met, or the love anniversary. A personalized date or year ring piece can be a romantic jewelry gift for your other half. The personalized rings are acceptable to style with casual and fashion wear clothing.

Heart-Shaped Diamond Ring

We are here with the last but not least piece of engraved rings for women. Women will never get bored with sparkling diamond jewelry. Diamond rings stand for the precious jewelry material, so she will definitely love to have this. So let's surprise her with a heart-shaped diamond ring.

There are more options available for couples rings and engraved rings for women you can choose individually too. You can choose from these ring options to gift your lady love.

#engraved rings for women #engraved women ring #custom jewelry #Personalized jewelry for men #Personalized jewelry for Women #custom jewelry for Women

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hee hee hoo i was tagged by my beloved beejgirl @tallsinspace to do this uh music game thing. these are fun (im sorry i forgot to do the last thing u tagged me in oops! im here this time tho)

1. favorite song of the moment: kiss from a rose by seal - ive had it on repeat for probably. idk like 3 weeks straight now. it's a good song already but like that scene from community where jeff and the dean have a karaoke duet to it changed it for me. like yes it Is a great song im glad community agrees

2. a song i associate with my favorite ship: blueberry hill by fats domino - ok well. this is way too obvious but like. how can i not pick it it's literally The fonchie song. richie found his thrill on blueberry hill. fonzie talks about how he loves fats domino. love wins

3. a song that could be about me: the longest time by billy joel - idk i could pick so many songs that are All love songs but i remember listening to this a Lot during one really sad period of my life and i was like omg he is Just like me fr. billy my beloved

4. a song i find overrated: stairway to heaven by led zeppelin - yes yes yes its blasphemous but like. lz has better songs honestly. stairway is Not their best idc who gets mad at me when i say this im being deadass when i say listen to d'yer mak'er instead peace and love

5. a song that reminds me of a good memory: brown eyed girl by van morrison - this was the song my parents always used to sing to me/play for me when i a real young thing bc i was their brown eyed baby :) idk it just reminds me of being young in the summer it's good

6. last song i listened to: incense and peppermints by strawberry alarm clock - i think everyone needs a little 60s psychedelia in their lives it's good for the soul. i had to turn on my psychedelic rock playlist it had been too long

7. a song that makes me laugh: i'm gonna buy me a dog by the monkees - i mean it's clear that davy and micky just wanted to fuck around and not actually be serious about the song bc it's stupid so like their jokes are just so funny to me. guys being dudes. i'd buy a raccoon but john already has one

8. a song i want my mutuals to listen to: rhinestone eyes by gorillaz - like tbh song of ever. i think everyone should hear it. plastic beach album of ever. gorillaz my beloved. nothing more to say to it tbh i just love sounds ❤

um well i'm gonna tag @whizzer (again. lol) @maladjusted-nerd uh and ig anyone who wants to do it can!

#thank u god bles ❤

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atths--twice · 4 years

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Next story! I wrote this one at a request from @season4mulder asking for a story based on the video I’m sure we’ve all seen, of a dad dancing in the bathroom with his little girl in her bath towel, singing along to a Maroon 5 song. Not wanting to completely copy that, I made up my own version and I hope you enjoy it. 💜

Daydreams and Realities 2/5

Spanning the time of their partnership, discoveries are made about each other. Sharing of beloved memories, creates new ones that are passed down through the years.

Motel rooms were famously well known for having thin walls, something Scully was always skeptical of, until she spent more time on the road than in her own apartment, and she could attest to the fact.

Through those thin walls she heard so much: television shows, loud laughter, conversations, fights, heartbreak, and sex.

So much sex.

She never hated the sound of pleasure and the cry of release more so than when she lay alone and sexless on scratchy motel sheets, in another no name town, following some lead that struck Mulder’s fancy.

It was not all bad, though. Some nights she heard wonderful sounds of happiness and excitement, and she learned some things about her partner she may never have known.

In the early days, when they had been thrown together and strangers to one another, she kept her distance once they were back at their motel rooms. Usually after an exhausting day, she would shower and get in bed, sleep overtaking her as soon as her head hit the pillow.

But as they became comfortable with each other, she began to learn more about him. He liked iced tea, vanilla ice cream cones, strawberries, and preferred waffles over pancakes. He liked older music, especially Elvis, singing along anytime a song came on the radio.

One morning though, as she walked across the room to grab her shoes, she heard quiet singing coming from Mulder’s. Smiling, she stepped closer to the adjoining door, pressed her ear to the crack and listened, expecting to hear an Elvis song.

What she heard instead caused her to pull her head back in surprise. Smiling wider, she placed her ear back on the crack of the door and hummed along as he sang.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings The six-o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shavin’ razor's cold, and it stings

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

You once thought of me As a white knight on his steed Now you know how happy I can be Oh, and our good time starts and end Without dollar one to spend But how much, baby, do we really need

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

Believing him to be finished, she stepped away from the door, and grabbed her shoes. As she sat on the bed, he belted out louder than before and she giggled, covering her mouth in case he heard her.

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen Cheer up, sleepy Jean

She could hear him moving around as he started the song over and she imagined him dancing as he got ready for the day.

Wondering what made him choose that song, she grinned, planning to tease him about it later. Subtlety, of course.

Waiting for him to knock on her door, she thought of that song and the memories tied to it. It had not been until she was older that she appreciated it, when both she and Missy had giggled over pictures of Davy Jones. They sang that song loudly into hairbrushes as they looked in the mirror, laughing and falling onto their beds.

Hearing Mulder sing it however, there had to be a story behind it.

As they drove away from the motel, she began to hum the tune. Keeping her eyes on the road, and him in her peripheral, she saw him whip his head around to look at her.

“Yeah, I heard you,” she said, turning to look at him with a smirk. “Who would have known you liked The Monkees, Agent Mulder?” She smiled at him and he shook his head.

“I don’t like The Monkees,” he said, his eyes flicking to the road.

“Ha!” She laughed and shook her head. “As I was just treated to a rousing rendition of “Daydream Believer,” you’ll have to forgive me if I find that to be untrue.” He sighed, but she saw the smile pulling at his lips. “I’m waiting.”

He sighed again and glanced at her with a smile before looking back at the road. “My mother liked The Monkees. I remember her playing the records when I was younger. Especially when Samantha was little. The Birds, The Bees, & The Monkees… she used to put it on and dance around with her, singing the words as she did. I heard those songs so often, they are permanently seared in my brain. I guess today, they just needed to come out.” He smiled and she nodded.

“She liked Davy Jones?”

“Jones? No, no… she loved Micky Dolenz. Always said he was handsome and had the best singing voice of the four.” He shrugged and she stared at him with a smile. “Did you like Davy Jones, Scully?” He raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

“Of course. He was the heartthrob.”

“Pfft. A bit short.”

“Hey!”

“Well, I suppose not for you.” She smacked his arm, both of them laughing.

“The Birds, The Bees, & The Monkees was my favorite album,” she told him and he grinned.

From that moment, any Monkees song they heard made them smile. Sometimes even singing along loudly, depending on their location, or level of tiredness. They shouted and laughed as they discussed who the best member was and he teased her for loving Davy Jones. Even going so far as to speak in an English accent, which she pretended to hate, but secretly loved. It became their thing, along with millions of others.

Ups and downs, years together and some apart, and then some spent literally running for their lives, they moved into a little house of their own. Someplace out of the city, far from prying eyes, the nearest neighbor, nearly a half of a mile away.

Before there was hardly anything filling it and making it a home, they danced to The Monkees record they both loved. Where Mulder found the record and the record player she had no idea, but she suspected her mother had a hand in it somehow.

While “Daydream Believer” was the most popular song from that album, the one he played first was “We Were Made for Each Other.” Pulling her close and singing softly in her ear, they danced slowly around the empty room, her eyes closed as he held her.

I wanted you from the first day I saw you, The first day I looked into your eyes That's when I knew that I would adore you It was no surprise

We were made for each other As the stars were made for the sky We were made for each other. No other love have I.

You took my hand. Was it then you had known it? Was that when you started loving me? Was it the way I smiled that had shown it? Was that the day you could see?

We were made for each other As the stars were made for the sky. We were made for each other No other love have I.

We were made for each other As the stars are made for the sky. We were made for each other No other love have I.

One song later, still slow dancing in silence, their song started and he twirled her out and back in again, both of them laughing.

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

He looked into her eyes with a smile, before he kissed her, and spun them around the room, singing loudly as they did. She laughed, happy to be in a home, someplace solid and sure, with the man she loved.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Hmm. The feeling is more than mutual, Miss Scully,” he whispered with a kiss.

As the house filled and became cluttered, their lives changed. In times of stress and sadness though, the record player was turned on and he pulled her into his arms, dancing around the room as she cried or told him of her day. Sometimes both. His attention and the feel of his arms around her always helped, even if the sadness still remained.

Years passed, rather uneventfully in their little house, until one day it was eventful and they broke, splintering far past the fix of a simple spin around the room as the scratchy sound of a beloved record filled the air.

They separated, each missing the other greatly, but needing the time apart to repair themselves and then to repair together.

Unbeknownst to them, as they slowly made their way back to one another, a new life was created; another miracle child began to grow inside of her, seventeen years after the first one had come into the world.

They were both elated and scared simultaneously. What would this child represent? Would it be like William, a child hunted and desired to be used by others?

Their fears were allayed when their daughter was born. Perfect, beautiful, and normal. She became the light in their lives, what should have been years ago. In the happy and celebrated was also a sadness, but one they both now discussed, tears shared instead of hidden.

It was nearly impossible to be sad for too long with a baby in the house. One with big blue eyes and a bubbly happy laugh. She charmed herself around Mulder’s finger the second she arrived into the world and that doting attention did not wane as she grew into an inquisitive toddler. They were the best of friends and Scully loved watching them together.

They still had dance parties, the old record player dusted off, despite all the songs they could ever want to hear, available to them at the push of a button.

“Not the same,” Mulder said, as the record began to play and he picked Faith up, dancing with her around the living room as she shrieked and giggled.

She was exposed to The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Monkees, The Mamas and The Papas, Cher, Prince, Elvis, musicals, and so much more. She loved all of it, her little body moving to the beat of the music.

When she was grumpy, or her tears could not be stopped, Mulder stuck with the tried and true song from the past, turning on or singing “Daydream Believer,” as he held her tight.

She heard it many times and as a result, it was one of the first songs she knew, calling it “day-de” and swaying as she reached her little arms up to be held.

As her vocabulary increased, she was able to sing along, and they were both tickled as she belted out the words. Not completely correct, but that made it even more adorable.

One late summer afternoon, when the heat was just beginning to become intolerable, Scully escaped to the cool of the air conditioned car, went to get some food for dinner. Their portable air conditioner was nice, but the car was much better, as she could have all the vents to herself.

Walking into the store, she took her time deciding, relaxing in the cool of the building. Finally choosing a precooked chicken, ingredients for a salad, a baguette and some ice cream, she left the store. Blasting the air again, she drove home.

When she arrived, she shook her head with a smile as she took the bags from the car. The hose was lying in the wet grass, attached to the oscillating sprinkler head. No sign of either Mulder or Faith, the excursion outside must have been a quick one.

She walked past Bella, snoozing in the shade on the porch, and into the cool of the house, sighing with relief. Putting away the groceries, she could hear the shower running and then shutting off. As she finished her task, her curiosity got the better of her and she walked upstairs quietly.

As she got to their bedroom door, she heard the familiar song start and then Mulder’s voice singing above it.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sing The six-o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shavin’ razor's cold, and it stings

Stepping to the bathroom doorway with a smile, she saw them both wrapped in towels: his dark blue one was around his waist and she was wearing her purple hooded one. He spun them around and they both sang out loudly to the song coming from his phone.

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

You once thought of me As a white knight on his steed Now you know how happy I can be

Taking out her phone, Scully began to record them.

Oh, and our good time starts and end Without dollar one to spend But how much, baby, do we really need

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

They looked at Scully, singing together, Faith grinning from ear to ear.

“Mommy! We singin’!”

“Big finish, my Faithy!”

He spun them around, then back and forth, bouncing her in his arms.

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen

Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen Cheer up sleepy Jean

They stopped as the song finished and bent toward Scully, as though taking a bow. She laughed and stopped the video, turning off her phone and slipping it into her pocket. She took Faith and squeezed her as she spun her around.

“What’s going on up here?” she asked as she tickled her, pulling the hood of the towel down and finding her hair wet.

“Well, Daddy had a fantastic idea to play in the sprinkler,” Mulder said, unwrapping his towel and she saw he was in a bathing suit. She looked him up and down, admiring his near naked body, but he did not notice as he was throwing his towel on the tub. “It seemed like a perfect idea: a warm day and nice cool water. We changed, grabbed our towels and well… it was fun until I saw her shivering and I felt terrible. She was so chilly, I thought a warm shower would warm her the fastest and so, here we are.” He shrugged and smiled, rubbing Faith’s back as he stepped closer to them.

“Daddy,” she said, reaching for him. “We had fun in the water.”

“We did,” he smiled, holding her and kissing her cheek. “Next time we decide to do that, we’ll have a little pool or something, and let the water warm up in the sunshine first.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said so solemnly, they both laughed.

“Let’s get changed and we’ll have a little snack. How does that sound?” he asked and she nodded. Handing her to Scully, he winked and danced out of the room.

Giggling, she and Faith followed and continued on to Faith’s bedroom where Scully changed her out of her little ruffly strawberry bathing suit and into a sundress.

“Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Yup. Daddy is my bestest friend.”

“Yes, I know he is,” Scully said with a smile, running her fingers through Faith’s hair.

“I love you, Mommy,” Faith said, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“I love you too, my baby,” she said, lifting her off the changing table, grabbing her towel, and leaving the room.

Tossing the towel to Mulder as he emerged from the bedroom, dressed and running his fingers through his hair, she continued down the stairs, setting Faith down at the bottom.

“How about apples, cheese, and pretzels? Does that sound good?”

“Yeah!”

Scully smiled as she went to get the snack ready and Faith played with her toys. Mulder joined her in the kitchen, Faith laughing at the monster voice he used upon entering the room.

“Eat this on the porch?” he asked and she nodded. They put the plate of cheese and bowls of apples and pretzels on a tray, along with a water bottle for Faith.

Opening the door, Bella woke up and stretched before walking over to Faith with a wagging tail, licking her cheek when she was close. Mulder set the tray on the railing and handed Faith a couple pretzels. She took a bite of one and gave the other half to Bella.

“Oh honey, don’t… eh,” Mulder said, with a dismissive wave, knowing his words would fall on deaf ears. She shared her food with Bella no matter the constant admonitions not to do it.

Scully smiled as she watched her, a little girl doing things her way, no matter what they told her. She was going to be a tough one. Catching Mulder’s eye, he shook his head, undoubtedly thinking along the same lines.

“Well, your little sprinkler idea may have been a bust, but at least the grass got some water,” she teased as she walked over to take an apple off the plate. He laughed and put his arm around her.

“Always look on the bright side of life, ” he sang softly and she laughed, remembering nights of watching Monthy Python with him, and laughing hysterically.

As he sang the chorus again, she whistled the accompanying tune. Putting her arm around his waist, she rested her head on his shoulder. Looking at Faith and Bella sitting together on the porch step, she smiled.

The bright side of life, daydreams, yellow submarines, over the rainbow… she would take all the happiness she could get.

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