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Some 1690s (from top to bottom) -

ca. 1690 Beatrice Violante of Bavaria, Grand Princess of Tuscany by Bartolomeo Mancini (Museo Civico Pinacoteca Crociani - Montepulciano, Sienna, Toscana, Italy). From tumblr.com/roehenstart 1280X1492 @72 685kj.

ca. 1693 Comtesse de Balleroy by Nicolas de Largilliere (Aguttes - 6Dec22 auction Lot 48). From their Web site 2224X2798 @144 6Mp.

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a maid's folly - chapter 6.

dark aemond x maid ofc minor aemond x floris baratheon work is 18+, minors do not interact, lest ye be smited.

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summary: a new maid from the Vale arrives at the Red Keep during a tumultuous time and becomes ensnared in the One-Eyed prince's web.

word count: 3.7k

girl.... it took a bit to get here but i hope its worth it - please let me know what you think

warnings: smut (details below cut), power imbalance, religious guilt, dark Aemond, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, Aemond being a touch starved weirdo, possessiveness, jealousy, this is going to be ANGSTY

oh to be in love - kate bush • mary on a cross - ghost

chapter specific warnings: violence, blood, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, virginity loss, biting

The next few weeks were good ones for Rosemary– the best ones since her mother passed. She fell into a quick companionship with Helaena, accepting her oddities as fun quirks, rather than bits of madness that everyone else seemed to discount them as.

Helaena was smarter than people gave her credit for. She was witty with a great sense of humor, often poking fun at courtiers and other denizens of the castle. She had a lot of inside knowledge on the gossip and going-ons of the Keep, as people weren't afraid to speak openly while she was in earshot, citing her as daft and not paying attention.

Rosemary and Helaena sat shoulder to shoulder on the settee near the window. It was open, a crisp breeze tousling their hair. 

The princess had promoted Rosemary to her handmaiden, thus upgrading her wardrobe significantly. They matched now, as Rosemary wore light blue dresses, her hair down in a braid. Helaena usually leaned towards cooler colors, like flushed blues and light purples. 

“I've heard that Floris is pitching a fit over the flowers chosen for the wedding,” Helaena chattered, pricking a needle into the fabric stretched over an embroidery hoop-- she was working on a depiction of a blue carpenter bee, “Mother told me she cried when the florist brought in white tulips instead of yellow.”

Rosemary snorted a small giggle, her hands tangled in Helaena's hair, defting the tresses into intricate braids, “And how has your brother taken all of this?”

Helaena was privy to Aemond and Rosemary's 'situation', whatever it may be– it was ill-defined at the moment. The corners of her eyes crinkled into a grin, “He is running Vhagar ragged with how much he flies her. Mother said that when Floris began to weep, he slipped out of the hall and was gone for four hours.”

“Yes, that sounds about right.” the maid hummed. 

The weeks with Helaena had also proven fruitful for Aemond and Rosemary’s interactions– they were still few and far between, with Aemond expressing more restraint than he had before, but he visited Helaena’s chambers more often, citing brotherly love as his reasoning for his frequent social calls.

He entered that day as usual, his arms behind his back. His eye zeroed in on Rosemary, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. She wasn’t wearing her formless maid’s dresses any longer, as Helaena had her tailored for a few higher end pieces for her. They hugged her curves in the right places with a sweeping décolletage, exposing just the hinting swell of her chest, the light blue complimenting her complexion.

He had been visiting more lately, but the past few days had been taken up with frivolous wedding planning, and half a dozen flights on Vhagar. 

“Brother, you’re staring.” Helaena murmured.

He became all too aware of his surroundings, his mouth slightly dry and his clothes all too tight. It took him a moment to regain his stoic self, “I am merely trying to see what you’re embroidering, dear sister,” he walked forward, nodding his head to Rosemary, “My lady.” he mustered a greeting.

“Your grace,” she hummed in response, tying off Helaena’s braids with a small leather cord, “Would you like for me to braid yours as well?” she said it ever so innocently, but she was goading him. They were in each other’s proximity more often than not lately, with Rosemary often watching him spar in the courtyard from the spectator’s eaves They had developed a back and forth banter— he tested her limits with his witty remarks, and she teased him endlessly until she was all but sure that he would need to relieve himself later. It was a fun game, their little verbal spars, but Rosemary wondered when it would become reality. A man could only be teased so long. 

Aemond cleared his throat, “That won’t be necessary,” he glanced at her for a moment, his pupil blown wide. She knew she had him, hook, line and sinker. 

“Rosemary, weren’t you going to go to the market today?” Helaena redirected the conversation, “I know you had a few things to pick up.” 

The maid perked up, “Oh, yes— hm, I should get started now so mayhaps I’ll make it home before dark,” she squeezed Helaena’s shoulder affectionately, the princess leaning into her touch, “I will see you this evening, my lady,” she got up, smoothing out her dress, curtsying before Aemond, “My prince.” 

“Hm.” he grunted, letting her walk past him. 

She made a quick stop to her room, donning a cape jacket, her hands tying a ribboned, wide-brimmed sun hat to her head. Looping a bag around her shoulder, she set out to the corridors. 

Rosemary walked with purpose, reciting her list, “Lavender oil, honey cakes, lilac and blue thread, rock salt, goat’s milk…” she had her head down, navigating the halls absentmindedly. She brushed shoulders with someone, caught off guard by an anguished gasp. 

Stopping, she looked to see who she bumped, “My apologies,” Rosemary murmured, seeing that it was… Floris Baratheon. She recognized her from passing through Maegor’s Holdfast going to and from Helaena’s chambers, “My lady.” 

Floris scoffed, “Yes, well, watch where you are going,” she looked Rosemary up and down, a flicker of something akin to recognition passing through her eye, “Ah, you’re the princess’ handmaiden, are you not?” 

“Yes, my lady.” 

“I see,” she clicked her tongue, seemingly mulling over something in her head, “Where are you heading in such a hurry, then?”

“I have to pick up a few things from the markets, my lady— I wish to get back before it gets dark.” 

Floris blinked slowly, her hands coming together, “Ah. The markets,” she repeated, “Enjoy your errands.” 

Rosemary curtsied hurriedly, walking away. She had already wasted enough time dawdling. 

The trip down to the market square was fairly uneventful— she managed to get lost once or thrice, still unfamiliar with the layout of the city; she had only visited through it once before arriving at the Keep. 

She haggled with her fair share of merchants and most definitely overpaid for most things. It was a wonder that she managed to somehow haggle up the price. 

The last thing she retrieved was the goat’s milk— it wasn’t to be drinken, but to be added to her and Helaena’s baths. Rosemary had fond memories of her mother drawing her a hot bath and pouring flower oils and goat or sheep’s milk into it, along with the chipped pieces of rock salt. It left her feeling soft and fresh and she wished to experience it once again. 

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon. Helaena warned Rosemary to not be in King’s Landing at night and to always come back before the sun set. 

Rosemary gnawed at her bottom lip as she tried to retrace her steps. She could see the Red Keep up on the hill, but when she tried to navigate there, she ended up being cut off by dead ends, empty alleys, and paths looming with unsavory characters. 

She felt the bubble of panic rising in her chest, her thumb nail sinking into the soft of her palm. Her lip began to bleed from her incessant biting upon it in her anxiety driven state. 

Turning down another alley, she was met with a dead end again. Tears pricked at her eyes, feeling frustrated and helpless— how idiotic could she be to get lost? She could see the Keep but couldn’t reach it. 

Moving to retreat from the alley, she saw a hooded figure at the end of it, awaiting her. Her heart instantly jumped into her stomach and she froze. The dying light of the sun glinted off of something in its hand— a weapon. 

The tears came in full force now as she dropped her bag, backing up further against the wall. The figure descended upon her, brandishing a knife. It was a man, stocky and older. His breath smelled of decay and rot— he was hissing at her, like some kind of animal. 

Rosemary put her arms up to shield against the first swing, she had seen Aemond do something similar in his training sessions with Ser Criston– of course, he was a seasoned swordsman and usually swathed off an attack with a weapon, so this method was nowhere near as effective as he made it look— it ripped through the fabric of her dress, slicing against her arms. She whimpered in pain but shoved forward against him, knocking him off his balance. He kept up his garbled hissing, as if he was trying to say something. 

“Take my bag— the money is in there, just l-leave me be!” Rosemary cried, kicking the bag towards him. 

The man couldn’t look less interested as he regained his footing, coming in again for the second time. This attempt was fruitful as he knocked Rosemary to the ground— he was on top of her, slicing wildly, his mouth agape. He had no tongue. She tried to keep her arms up to stop him from hitting anything vital, the blade cutting through her skin like ribbons. She cried in pain, kicking and screaming, her blood trickling down onto her face, her dress.

Her life flashed before her eyes— her mother, Jeyne, Helaena, the children— Aemond. 

Suddenly, the man was dead weight against her and the dangerous edge of a sword poked through the front of his skull, mere inches from Rosemary’s face. 

It all felt like a haze, a blur. Was she already dead? She felt so cold, the rivulets of blood flowing across her skin feeling like shards of ice. Her vision closed and blackened around her. 

The weight of the man was kicked off of her and then she was scooped up— she was no longer cold, but warm. She was warm, like in a goat’s milk and lavender oil bath, the steamy water enveloping her like a second skin. She had to be dead, surely. 

“Rosemary,” a voice, familiar, murmured, “Stay awake. Fucking hell, I shouldn’t of let you go alone.” 

She glanced up, her vision still muddied and red— her own blood had dripped into her eyes, stinging. But she realized who was holding her, the flash of a single violet eye burning through her. Aemond.

“Ae… mond,” she whispered. 

“Don’t speak,” he grunted, “Just… stay awake, okay?” 

She didn’t know how long it was until the air around her turned from the flowing outdoor air, to a dank and almost tepid air. It was dark now, flashes of torches dancing in her eyes. 

Then she was set down— on something soft. It smelled like sandalwood and smoke. A bed. Aemond’s bed. 

He sat next to her, bandaging her arms, “You did good putting your arms up,” he said, wrapping the soft, spongy cloth material taut around the worst of her wounds, “Where did you learn that?”

Rosemary blinked, “… been watching you spar… recently,” she responded softly, “I might’ve… picked up a thing or two.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. It made her chest feel aflutter. “Hm,” he mused, “I never saw you there but once.”

“I was hiding… didn’t wish to distract you.” 

Aemond snorted then, rolling his eye, “Chin up,” his hand softly lifted up her head as he wiped a damp, lukewarm cloth over her face, cleansing the blood from her skin. 

“How did you know?”

He made a small noise of discontentment, “You were bound to find yourself in trouble. I saw you overpay for all of your items today, far above market price,” he looked away for a moment, “I can’t say I expected this to happen. But it… was good I was there, I suppose.” the cloth eased over her eyes, helping her sight come back into focus. 

She blinked profusely a few times, tears gathering at her waterline– not just from the irritation, but emotion. “... I don’t know what to say…”

Aemond put the cloth aside, “Usually, this is where one says ‘thank you’,” he chided, citing her taunt at him from a few weeks earlier, “How is the pain?”

Twisting her arms, she sucked in a breath of pain, “... hurts.” 

“It will for a while and will likely scar. But, better a scar than your life,” he hummed, his hand flexing and relaxing absentmindedly, “I’ll bring you a salve for them so they won’t mar your skin as terribly.” his hand reached for hers, turning her palm up. He was gentle, his skin warm.

“... thank you,” she murmured, closing his hand between both of hers, wincing at bit at the movement. “I don’t understand… he didn’t want my money or items– he was actively trying to kill me. To just kill me.”

Aemond looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, his mouth wrought into a thin line, “King’s Landing is a dangerous place– the Red Keep even more so. I… will try to figure out what it was– mayhaps a purposeful attack.”

“Purposeful? Why would anyone want to kill me?” 

“You are the princess’ handmaiden– you have eyes and ears into a lot of affairs in the Keep and perhaps you overheard something you shouldn’t have,” he let go of her hands for a moment, but not before rasping his thumb over her knuckles. He then began to pace. “Have you heard anything odd lately? Some conversation you shouldn’t have been privy to?”

Rosemary only now just saw how distraught Aemond looked– his hair was down completely, the leather tie used to pull it back to the nape of his neck gone, likely broken off. His hands were stained with blood, her blood, and the blood of her would-be killer. He looked a bit flushed, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, his footfalls heavy and filled with emotion– not like his usual silent, detached movements. 

“Aemond,” she murmured. He didn’t stop his pacing, muttering to himself, “Aemond. Aemond!” she raised her voice slightly, causing his head to snap towards her. “Please– we can worry about it all later, just… come here.”

He looked perplexed by her tone and loudness, but walked over anyway.

 In turn, she reached over and took an extra dampened cloth, holding out her hand, “Let me help.” she asked.

He sat down next to her on the bed, the mattress dipping under him. He bobbed his knee incessantly as Rosemary took his hands and washed them of the grime and blood. His jaw was clenched, his muscles taut as if he wanted to spring into action or mayhaps run out of the room.

“Relax,” she grumbled, “I should be the one nervous, not you.”

“I am nervous– you… you were almost killed. I was almost too late, Rosemary,” he spoke, his voice breaking from its usual even tone into something soft and more raw, “What the fuck would we have done if you were… slaughtered by some ingrate? Helaena and the children– they would be heartbroken,” he took in a sharp breath, “... I would be… devastated as well.”

Rosemary stowed away the cloth, her hands not once leaving his. Slowly and cautiously, she intertwined their fingers. It was an intimate gesture, something soft and soothing. She could feel her heart catch in her throat, her ears burning. “Well, you weren’t too late, were you?” she whispered, her voice almost silent. She glanced up at him, those big brown eyes of hers piercing a hole right through him, right into his soul. 

Untangling one hand from hers, his hand came beneath her chin, tilting it upward. “I might’ve burned this whole fucking city down if I was,” he murmured, leaning forward. They were so close, their lips ghosting over one another.

She felt the heat rise in her stomach, feelings jittering around against her ribcage like some of Helaena’s butterflies. Her eyes flicked to his lips, then back to his eye– she inhaled as she leaned in– and in turn, he did as well.

Their lips met– it was soft but intense all at once, the butterflies in her chest breaking free in a cacophony of emotion. It was chaste at first, their lips melding together like two puzzle pieces– before her lips parted slightly and she tilted forward more, her free hand coming up to his chest, but wavering. “C-can I touch you?” she asked, her words pressed against his mouth.

“Please– please touch me,” he practically pleaded, “I’ve waited so long.” 

Her hand slid up his chest slowly, her brow knitting in discomfort as her wounds pressed against the bandages. 

He took note of this, placing her hands on his hips and a likely more comfortable position for her. 

She hummed contentedly as she leaned farther into him, her lips parting once more to accommodate his tongue slipping into her mouth. She needed more of him, pressing as close as she could. She wanted to crawl inside of his ribcage and live there. It was something of comfort.

“Lay down,” he said, breaking their intimate closeness for just a moment, earning a disappointed whimper from her. “I need to taste you.”

Rosemary swallowed heavily, nodding slowly. “I’ve– I’ve never… done this before,” she breathed, “I’m still a maiden.” she scooted back to lay on the soft pillows, looking down. Her dress was a torn mess.

“All the reason to go slow, little lamb,” he responded in turn, edging up the skirt of her dress, “Tell me to stop if you need to.”

Biting her lip, she nodded. The feather light touch of his hand on her leg made her shiver, a coil of warm settling in her core. 

His hands, calloused and rough as they were, felt like smooth silk as they glided up her leg, bunching up her dress at her stomach. His fingers traced the stretch marks on her hips and thighs as if to commit them to memory. Aemond’s fingers hooked under her undergarments and slid them off– a wet strip of arousal prominently painted down the center of them. Grinning, he stowed them away in his pocket, “Hmm,” he hummed, using both hands to part her legs as if it were some great feat, like mounting a dragon or swinging a sword for the first time. “Beautiful.”

Rosemary felt her face go red as she looked down at him, his head between her legs. “Please.” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear.

She didn’t need to beg, not this time at least– he fulfilled her wish, licking a strip from the bottom of her parted folds up to her aching pearl, causing her to whimper. He was slow at first, eeking out every little sound he could out of her before beginning to feast, his tongue ringing circles around her sensitive bud, his hands gripping her thighs like he was a man staved, and she was his last meal before death.

Rosemary clutched the sheets, wanting to snap her legs close, but his strong grip kept them open– thank the Gods for that– the warmed coil inside of her slowly eking into a smolder. ‘A-Aemond, ah–” her first orgasm ripped through her like a bolt of lightning, her toes curling. Her legs wrapped around him as she clenched around nothing, whimpering his name like it was a prayer.

“That’s it,” he purred, “Bleating like a lamb for me– so soft, like I knew you’d be.”

She panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her death grip on his head weakened slightly, allowing him to slip from between her legs for just a moment. 

“Let's get this dress off, hm? I want to see all of you.”

“If you undress, too– I won’t be the only one naked,” she grumbled.

He happily obliged, stripping his doublet and trousers and kicking them away, all too eager to get her out of her dress. His fingers deftly undid the buttons, slipping it off of her. A hand palmed one of her heavy breasts, rubbing a nipple between his fore and middle finger. 

“Eyepatch,” she mewled between tiny moans, “Take it off.”

He was a bit more hesitant here– his thumb hooking under the strap. Pausing for a moment, he looked to Rosemary once more. 

She was disheveled, her face flushed red, her hair coming out of her braid and flowing behind her in pale blonde tresses. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted ever so slightly. She wanted him, she wanted all of him– it was evident.

Foregoing any more doubt, he discarded the eyepatch, revealing his sapphire implant. 

Her half lidded eyes grew into large saucers, her breath hitching in her throat. Rosemary didn’t say anything else, giving a hum of contentment before pulling him back onto the bed for another kiss. 

“Beautiful,” she cooed between kisses.

It was enough to make Aemond blush– hiding his bashfulness by slipping his tongue back into her mouth, palming his cock in his fist. He swiped the head against her folds, gathering the slick and slowly sliding it in. 

“Gods above,” he grit his teeth, “Fucking tight.” his lips pressed against her neck, he buried himself to the hilt in her, waiting for her approval.

“F-full,” she whimpered, needing a moment to adjust to his size and the overall new sensation, before she nodded for him to proceed.

He moved slowly again, starting at a measured, deliberate pace, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. 

Soon enough, she relaxed into his rocking motions, beginning to enjoy it. His pace increased as he left red marks on her neck, sucking and bruising the delicate skin there. He wanted to be gentle– but he was still a dragon, and dragons were wholly possessive. 

The room was filled with the sounds of her soft whimpering moans and his grunts– the symphony of skin slapping against skin. 

Aemond clenched, feeling the tell-tale sensation that he was close, “F-fuck,” he groaned against her skin, teeth biting into her now, “My lamb– my pretty lamb– you should be my fucking wife. You’re mine, mine, m– fuck–” he stilled his movements as he spilled inside of her, his fingers gripping her hips like soft putty. 

She clenched around him, feeling the warmth of his exertions spread through her. Sweat beaded at her forehead and chest as her hummingbird heart slowed down finally. 

He didn’t pull out yet– rather, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest, laying on his back now.

“Stay with me tonight– please. I wish to wake up next to you, if only this once.” he murmured, holding her close against his chest in his all encompassing hold.

“Of course, my dragon.”

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[frostironfudge]

Labyrinth - Bucky Barnes - Chapter VI

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends.  A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Word Count: 9.8k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: chapter contains 18+ moments, minors DNI, there is ALOT, I MEAN ALOT OF SMUT, and implied smut, puffin and sunshine are filthy, dirty talk, p in v, dom/sub undertones, cum play?, bondage (idk bucky's tie is mentioned somewhere), fingering, size kink, allusions to cockwarming, thigh riding, this whole chapter is mostly horny, oh i forgot to add food play (ya'll wont look at this one thing the same way), there is angst too, also sad moments as well, also fluff, puffin and sunshine are idiots who can't see they are in love and wanda and steve have a plan and that plan is executed here. also soare means sun in romanian. sharon is a total bitch.

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The taste is divine on his tongue. Lips coated in the sweet nectar dripping from the oasis that quells his thirst. Chest heaving, audible breathing, and the flush on the planes of his chest. 

Bucky groans as the pre-workout kicks in, humming as the burst of energy thrums through his body. Fuck, its a good workout day for him. 

“Fuck.” He breathes, eyes on the weights, he could do another set. The text tone chimes above the music playing. Heading to the corner, phone in hand. 

Sunshine: would you be able to come over? 

Puffin: bad day?

Sunshine: somewhat? 

Puffin: I'll be there in an hour, sunshine. 

The minute you open the door, Bucky’s line of questioning is interrupted by your lips. His hands grab onto your waist, humming appreciatively as you mould into him perfectly. 

Fuck he missed this, it had been about a week since he last sunk into you. 

Being lost in the abyss that was created by the two of you, together. Burning bright. 

Your nails rake along his forearms, Bucky groans against the spot on your neck he’s claimed. Your walls clench around him, not allowing him to leave. Pleasure courses through your bodies. 

“Squeezing me so tight, Sunshine.” Bucky pulls himself up and you, hand around your throat, back arched while your shoulders grazed against his sweat slicked chest. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You preen as he feels even deeper, the tip of his length pushing right against the spot that has you closer to falling apart. 

“Look at you, so fucked out, need to cum don’t you?” He groans yet again, his own orgasm barrelling towards him, every pretty sound you make going right to his dick. 

“Yes, fuck, you want to cum too don’t you? C-Can feel your cock twitching— so, oh, good—,” Bucky’s palm leaves your neck, moving over the expanse of your décolletage. He grasps your breast, index and thumb twisting your nipple making you cry out. Your words melting on your tongue. 

Bucky nips at your shoulder, you shudder in his grasp, “Come on Sunshine, give me my third one.” He coaxes, the coil snaps, your hand braces against the wall, the other clutching onto his forearm as your legs shake. 

Your mind a haze, you feel Bucky’s hand return to hold you up, his own hips stuttering in rhythm. 

Your breathing hard but you know he needs to tip over, “Fill me up, fuck Bucky, can feel every vein and ridge, so big, so good, cum for me. Wanna feel it, every last drop.” Your hand moves to his hair, tugging on it bringing his lips to yours, Bucky moans as he cums, coating your spasming walls with himself. 

He craved you.

every part of him craved every part of you.

Puffin: Can I come over? 

Sunshine: who pissed you off today?

Puffin: Walker. 

Sunshine: Does an hour sound okay?

Puffin: perfect 

Sunshine: bring snacks. 

Puffin: don’t I always get you snacks?

Sunshine: those tasteless protein bars are not snacks. 

Puffin: that was all I had that night! how was I to know you’d pass out?!

Sunshine: a good dom knows. 

Puffin: [insert eye roll GIF]

Puffin: brat. 

Sunshine: fuck the brat out of me. 

Puffin: oh I plan on it. 

That night he makes sure you’re begging for release. Edging you for hours on end. His own cock painfully hard aching. Eager to be wrapped up in your warmth. 

Bucky’s dark eyes raked over your form, so pretty kneeling with your hands tied, mouth on his cock, spit and precum smeared over your lips and chin. 

The remote controlled vibrator being toyed with in time with your mouth moving on his length. His balls feel heavier each time you moan around him or give soft licks to the underside. 

Bucky keeps you close then, as your daze expression clears. Every so softly your fingertips reach for his arm. Careful touches to the inked lines on his skin. 

He sighs softly, closing his eyes. Willing himself to pull away from these soft touches. The way you trace the tattoos as if memorising him. He can’t have that, he can’t have you etched onto his skin. 

The tattoos he can get rid of, you however? 

You would remain there eternally etched onto his skin, inked onto his heart. 

Standing outside his door is daunting, you hadn’t been here in about three months. Mostly the two of you met at your apartment. You fix the strap of your small bag, after this you are going to head to Wanda's. The wedding was nearing and the first plan of action was to schedule everything over the week. 

Four planners were involved — the bride and grooms as well as Bucky and your own. 

He opens the door shirtless. That stops every thought in your brain. Dark ink gracing his skin in intricate patterns that you’ve stolen moments tracing. 

Bucky had chalked it up to you needing to touch him as part of aftercare, however only you knew you were giving into a small part of yourself that wished to have more. Your eyes move from the constellation pattern, one of your personal favourites. To his face. 

“I was thinking…” He opens the door wider, to allow you inside. 

“That is dangerous.” You tease, he rolls his eyes but doesn’t retort. 

You walk by the kitchen a little too quickly, even though the previous events are long gone, months old. You don’t want a rehash. The new oven you bought was beautiful, not as beautiful as the state of the art one he had tucked in his kitchen but you loved your little baby. 

You may have dreamed about Bucky’s oven more than anything else. 

“What’s wrong?” Bucky frowns noticing your quick stride.

“Nothing,” you pick up Alpine as she curls around your feet. Greeting her with a kiss to her sweet little nose. 

“How is my favourite little kitty cat?” You coo, she chirps, nuzzling against your neck making you laugh. 

Bucky watches as Alpine has you wrapped around her little paw as well. She yet hadn’t given up your sweater and it was now a permanent fixture in his house. Somehow it would be the thing that would calm Alpine down if she was mad at him. 

“What were you thinking?” You divert the topic as Alpine leaps out of your arms going to her scratch post and then her perch in the guest room. 

“Could you request Wanda to keep Steve and my required wedding stuff in the evenings? I know Wanda has a bit of wiggle room since she owns her firm and you do too.” He scratches the back of his head. 

Don’t look at the bicep, don’t look at the bicep— oh those chest muscles—no. 

“Um, yeah, uh I can try, why aren’t Steve or you asking this of Wanda?” You raise a brow, his cheeks tinge pink in the slightest. 

“Well Wanda can be…” he trails off, then you actually watch him shudder. 

“Wanda scares you?” You giggle, not being able to picture Bucky being afraid of her. 

“Don’t tell me you aren’t.” He scoffs, moving closer to you. You were wearing the navy shirt, the buttons aching to be undone one at a time. While he would worship your skin as you would pray his name. 

You notice his gaze flicker down, over your body. Goosebumps spread across your skin, he steps closer towering above you. His cologne is different and more citrusy, a hint of spice comes through as well. 

Your head tilted back as Bucky’s fingers play with the baby hairs at the base of your neck. The delicate touch sending shivers through you and hardening your nipples. 

“No bra?” He hums, free hand cupping your breast and squeezing. You gasp as he twists the peak between his fingers. Arousal pools in your belly. 

You wet your bottom lip, then biting into it as he repeats his ministrations on the other nipple. 

“Fuck—,” You’re pulled closer, his length hardening against your lower abdomen, the grey sweats he wore doing nothing to hold back the outline of him. 

“If I,” He muses, hand moving from your neck along your back. 

“Do this,” his palm squeezes your ass, then moves along your hip bone to the front. 

“Will I find you not wearing any panties, Sunshine?” He cups your mound, your legs part for him. 

Your hands find purchase against his warm chest. 

He grinds his palm against you, when he groans you know he can feel the wetness coating the fabric and now his palm. 

“Little brat wanted to be fucked right as she entered?” He bites down on his bottom lip as your whimpers fuel his own arousal.  He trails his hand up, pushing through the waistband of your leggings. 

The heat of you coats his fingers, the deep guttural groan from him, has you clench around his fingers as they stay buried inside you. 

“Should I bend you over the kitchen counter?” His thumb flicks your clit and you cry out. 

“Maybe keep you perched on the counter and eat this pretty pussy out, till she soaks my beard.” His hands increase pace.  

“Fuck—,” You moan, “God—,” your nails dig into his chest as his fingers continue their relentless pace. 

Bucky laughs, “He’s not doing anything to you, Sunshine. It’s all me, go on say the name of the man making you feel this way, filling you up so good with just his fingers. No God is feeling how fucking tight you are for me, squeezing my fingers, eager to have my cock.” 

The coil begins to tighten in your belly, your hips grinding on his fingers, “Fuck, please—,”

“Not unless you say my name.” His pace slows down, you mewl, raking your nails down his chest, “You know that only turns me on more, go on.” 

You look up at him through hazy eyes, he’s smirking knowing just how to move his fingers to either give you your orgasm or snatch it away and edge you. 

“Fuck you.” You grit, trying to grind onto his unmoving fingers. 

“Oh you will.” He assures, “Just my name, Sunshine. Or are you already feeling fucked out?” He begins to thrust again, your legs shaking as your orgasm nears. 

“Asshole.” You grit, when he stops yet again. 

“Not my name, Sunshine.” He tuts, hand retreating, middle and ring fingers coated in your arousal, he traces your lips coating them with you. 

“No movements, no taste.” He warns, taking his fingers in between his lips, humming at the way you taste. Your cunt throbs, a plea to be touched right on the tip of your tongue. 

His lips crash onto yours, the taste of you shared across the taste of his lips, the two of you moan in unison. Your hand moves over the expanse of his chest and abdomen, pushing at the sweats, Bucky’s hands are too busy grabbing your ass, your palm finds his length, cupping him through the sweatpants. 

Bucky’s balance of lifting you shifts, he groans into your mouth as you squeeze harder, the fabric combined with your touch distracting him. 

You push forth, backing him on to the couch. You push down the leggings, not taking off the shirt, you knew how much Bucky enjoyed peeling this off of your body. 

He pants, watching you lower his sweats freeing his length.

Hands grip your hips as you straddle him, your folds rubbing over his length. Bucky throws his head back as you sink onto him inch by delicious inch. Your walls flutter around him. Adjusting and taking him so well. 

“So good, Sunshine. So fucking perfect.” He praises, your lips move from his jaw to his neck, his cock deep inside you, tip sitting right at the spot that he’s seemingly placed. 

“Move, Sunshine.” He groans as you nip on his collarbone and then over his shoulder where his inked skin begins. 

“Say my name.” Your head is tugged back, thin rings of blue greet your smug expression. 

“You have to say mine, first.” He reminds you shrug. 

“Puffin.” You tease, it earns you a slap to your ass. The movement jolts the two of you. The tip of his cock presses right on the spot. You can’t stop the needy preen that slips past your lips. 

Bucky knows this game, the two of you holding off till one breaks, he didn't keep score but he knew the two of you have broken resolve in equal parts. Your pussy feels so good around him, he wants you moaning his name. 

He wants to be your only thought. 

You feel his palm around your neck, your eyes snap to his, there is a change in his demeanour. The world moves on its axis you’re under him, back pressed into the couch. 

Bucky rasps your name over and over, the way his hips move. Each stroke deep, hitting the spot over and over his name tumbles from your lips.  

Your legs wrapped around his hips, Bucky supports himself on one hand. The tattooed left hand grips your collar. The fabric ribs buttons sliding across onto the floor. 

He moans at the fight of your flesh, faded marks he left on your chest greet him. He presses on your lower abdomen. You cry out. 

“Bucky—,”

“I’m fucking deep aren’t I?” He moves to cup your jaw. 

You nod mindlessly, your fingers wrapped around his wrist. The grip on your jaw is tight. 

Your back arching as he fucks you harder and harder, breaths panting, sweat slicked chests colliding, Bucky watches as your eyes roll back when your orgasm takes you under. The way your lips part in a moan but he can hear the soft whisper of his name. 

Your hand moves from raking your nails down his back to cup his face, you reach up, lips meeting in a sloppy kiss as he slows his face. You whine when he pulls out of you. 

“Bucky—,” 

“Kitchen.” He says, he can’t get the image of you sprawled out on the counter out of his mind. Years ago it was a fantasy of his, maybe he’d come home, find you baking. 

You’d smear frosting onto his cheek, it would turn from sweet moments into you falling apart for him and piecing him back together. 

Bringing himself out of the fantasy he looks down at you. Your heart thuds, “I—,”

“Do you like Dulche de Leche?” He enquires, you nod. 

“Good, I want to taste it off of your skin.” He declares, standing and helping you up. Your legs wobble but he takes most of your weight. 

Bucky places you on the kitchen island, heading to the fridge. You watch him, cock glistening with your remnants and bobbing with his movements. 

You swallow, he looks so delicious. Bucky returns, using a spoon to smear it over your collarbones, warm lips trail across licking the sauce. You shudder as he nips at the flesh. 

“Wanna taste Sunshine?” He brings his ring finger to your lips, the saltiness mixed with sweet taste coats your tongue, you hum in delight, eyes locked with his gleaming ones. 

“Lay back.” He says, you follow, the cold marble has your arch up slightly, Bucky pours the confection across your sternum, over your nipples and along your abdomen. Your inner thighs are traced as well.  

Taking his time to lick your skin clean by the time he reaches your pussy, you’re quivering and aching for him. Tears stinging your eyes from the sensitivity. Your hands try to find purchase tugging on his hair. 

“Look at you, dripping all over the counter.” He chuckles, grasping your thighs and then pulling you up. Forehead touching his, you whine, wanting to orgasm yet again. 

Bucky has you stand, turned and bent over. You moan as he slams into you in one smooth stroke, crying out at the fullness. Bucky’s responding groan reverberates through you. 

Your hands claw at the counter to find something to hold onto as he beings to fuck you, grunts and groans tumble past Bucky’s lips, praises of how you’re good to him, how beautiful you taste, how pretty you look this way. Your left hand grips the long edge, the right knocks over the glass container coating your hand in the dulce de leche. 

“Look at you making a mess in my kitchen, think of how I could bend you over anytime I come home and find you there, just in that little apron of yours—fuck, pussy’s gripping me like a vice.” 

You’re both too far gone, chasing release, your hips move, meeting Bucky back for each thrust, tears rolling down your cheeks at how good he feels. 

“So good, so good, right there, oh–,” 

“You feel so deep— Bucky!” You babble when all he has to do is toy with your clit, you shudder against the counter, your back making you arch off of it. Bucky’s palm pressed on your sternum, he keeps you pressed against him. 

He moans your name so beautifully that you want to keep hearing it from his lips as he cums inside you. Chest heaving you try to carry your own weight but he doesn’t allow you too. Still inside you but you can feel the mix of your orgasms coating your thighs. 

“That was,” Bucky looks down at you as you look up at him. 

Your eyes move to his neck, “Oh…” 

Your Dulce de Leche coated fingertips smear the caramel across his neck and chest. The other side of his neck peppered in blooming love bites. You wince, he was adamant about non visible markings on him. 

“I’m sorry—,”

“It’s okay, it’s just sauce…” carefully he pulls out of you, you grip the counter. 

“No… The… you need to look in the mirror…” you prompt, eyes downcast because you knew this was going to lead to an argument. 

Bucky frowns but then moves out of the kitchen and into his room. 

Then his words make their way into his mind. 

What the fuck had he said? 

‘Look at you making a mess in my kitchen, think of how I could bend you over anytime I come home and find you there, just in that little apron of yours—,’

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

His dick throbs in remembrance of the way you felt around him. He doesn’t even care about the lovebites. He never did, it was just a precaution against developing feelings for you. Craving you being the one marking him, claiming him. 

“I’m sorry.” You say from the doorway, your ripped apart shirt back on but being held by your hands in place. 

“It’s fine, just don’t—,”

“I know, I’ll be careful next time, maybe bite down on my own hand or something?” You look down at the carpet. 

Bucky wants to tell you no, you don’t need to be careful but he bites his tongue. He’s said enough on the brink of bliss. 

“I’m going to go shower and then—,”

“Sunshine,” What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s become greedy, “You gotta help clean this mess up.” 

You’ve made him greedy. Insatiable. Feral. 

Bucky moves towards you, a hunter stalking towards its prey. Dark eyes pinning you in place. You feel yourself grow wetter as he closes in, your hand moves fingers collecting the arousal that coats your folds. 

Bucky licks his lips, parting his lips when you raise your hand. You chuckle, smearing it over the mess you had already smeared on his neck. 

Then your lips latch onto his neck. Bucky groans, he adores this, when you do something so utterly obscene. Your hand pumps his cock as you lap at him. Humming and moaning. You’re taking him towards unravelling, his tip sensitive your thumb gathers the precum. 

“Fuck baby,” He groans, your heart flips, his fingers tweak your nipples, “Shower, now.” He growls, lips brushing against yours as the only warning before he lifts you up carrying you to the bathroom. 

You’re sprawled across his bed, sheets twisted around you. Head against his chest, Bucky’s breathing evenly. You woke up about fifteen minutes ago. The clock reads 1 AM. 

Aftercare cuddling had turned into him offering you a plate of fruits, definite upgrade from those nasty protein bars. You blanch at the memory of them alone. Cardboard. Ew. 

You had to leave, sleepovers weren’t something the two of you did, no matter how late or exhausting the fucking got, though you’d prefer to just lay here. You couldn’t tell him off in the middle of sex when he said he’d come home to you in the kitchen. 

That fantasy was born when you first knew him, wondering if sex in the kitchen would be something you two would ever do. He was making you want more. You had to remind yourself he was probably just talking dirty. 

The little voice in the back of your mind wished it wasn’t just that, but this wouldn’t work. Taking a deep inhale slowly you pull away. Bucky’s arms tighten, you huff. 

“Puffin, I need to go.” You whisper. 

“Soare.” He grumbles, pulling you closer. The way he says that you’ve seldom heard it since the night at the Khan’s. Too chicken to even attempt to google the translation. 

You pull away, his arms fall from you. Bucky grabs onto the pillow you were using, nuzzling himself to it. You watch as his breathing evens out. Keeping your footsteps light you go out into the hallway, Alpine watches you from the couch. 

Her little fish toy on the floor. Your gaze moves to the bag you brought an ironed Navy shirt folded upon your leggings which were folded too. You swallow. 

‘Since I rendered yours unusable, you can have mine.’ - puffin. 

Putting it on, feels intimate as if this is not something the two of you should be doing. Alpine meows when you finish buttoning it up. 

Then she begins pawing at the sheet you were wearing as you’re folding it rendering the task futile. You sigh at her. 

“Not helpful.” You chide, she cutely climbs the sheet and is almost face level with you. 

“Yeah, making beds is a nightmare in this house.” 

You turn to Bucky, heart racing, “At least indicate you’re awake.” 

“Thought you heard me.” He shrugs a smug expression on his face, fuck him and those grey sweatpants. 

Well you technically did fuck him and maybe he also made you grind down on his thigh and you’re pretty sure you left a mark on those sweatpants too. 

Focus. Focus. Focus. 

What is he doing? Where are his hands— Bucky stands again from kneeling as he grabs the end of the sheet effectively creating a hammock for Alpine. 

The cat meows and rolls around. You giggle, swinging it gently with him, watching her have the time of her life on the makeshift swing. 

Bucky watches you absolutely adore Alpine, the way you look in his shirt however? He’s glad the sheet is there. After a few minutes Alpine gets bored jumping out of her hammock. Bucky and you fold the sheet. He holds it to himself as you take your bag. 

“I’ll try to have the stuff you need to be there for in the evenings.” You look at him, he gives you a grateful smile. 

“I’d appreciate that.” He swallows the lump in his throat, the voice that wants you to stay over. 

“Are you heading to their place?” He asks as you turn away. 

“Yeah,” you look down at your phone finally, you had messaged her about the plan to meet up with Bucky. Her texts urge you to take your time and stay over.  

Wanda: if he fucked you to sleep I will gift him his favourite food item. Your night owl ways need to be curbed. 

You snort. 

He wonders what's making you laugh. You turn to him. 

“Wanda’s going to give you your favourite food item.” You type back a reply to Wanda as Bucky processes the information. 

“For what?” 

“Fucking me to sleep, she hates I stay up late.” 

“Why do you stay up late?” He questions. 

“That's a pretty loaded answer…” shrugging, you head to the door again. 

“I want to know.” He says easily. 

Four simple words, you bite the inside of your cheek. 

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” you don’t turn, reminding him. He frowns. You’ve heard him complain, let him rant to you but you hardly ever do the same. 

“You can trust me.” He steps closer. 

“I know.” 

Another few steps and he’s right behind you, you can almost feel his body heat. 

“Then why won’t you speak to me?” He questions, his chest feels heavy, akin to a column about to collapse under the weight of your next words, “Why do you always hide away?” 

“Because I’m scared.” You choose the truth, you are scared. 

It took alot from Bucky, you know it was taking a lot from him to speak to you. 

“Scared of what, Sunshine?” He raises his hand to touch your shoulder, he wants to see you. 

“That this is all just play pretend.” You whisper. 

Before Bucky can say anything your phone begins to ring, Wanda’s picture taking over the screen you walk away from him into the kitchen to answer. 

When you return he’s put on a shirt, sitting on the couch. 

“So I’m heading out.” You say slowly. 

He nods. 

“Look I didn’t mean anything by what I said, I just there is alot on my plate. My family hasn’t been the easiest to deal with and my cousin ratted out that I got fired and started baking full time so it's just…” you shrug, he sighs. 

“I understand. Drive safe.” He moves into his room, as you leave. 

Bucky lays in his bed, pulling the sheets and the pillow closer. The scent of you lingers as well as residual heat. He closes his eyes. 

He could pretend you decided to stay. 

After all it’s all play pretend. 

Five days later Bucky gets a call from Steve on his way home. 

“Hey man.” Steve sounds apologetic. 

“What do you need Mr. Groom?” Bucky laughs already knowing it's something wedding related. 

“I need you to come down to the baker’s for cake tasting.” 

“Is Wanda not coming?” He frowns, pulling onto the shoulder to get the address. 

“She is, just I’m stuck at work and it's an emergency and I don’t want to miss this cake thing either…” Steve groans, “I mean she’s going to decide anyway and you get good cakes?” 

“Alright yeah, I’m free, I’ll be there. Good luck at work.” 

“Luck? What?”

“For the emergency?” Bucky sounds sceptical. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry man I just, thanks I owe ya, oh and don’t tell them you aren’t me, they hate that thing!” 

The call disconnects leaving Bucky to stare at his phone for a few minutes before he begins to drive to the cake shop. 

“Ah Mr. Rogers!” A sickly sweet voice greets, the woman’s hair pinned up and nails well manicured holding a cigarette outside the shop. 

“Um?” Bucky raises a brow and she puts out the cigarette.

“Your other half is waiting; come, come, we’re so excited to have you both!” She ushers him inside. Bucky’s eyes move over the decor. What was Wanda thinking? Everything is frilly and floral and over the top and why are you sitting here with a nervous smile on your face?

“Y/N—Mrs. Rogers.” He corrects with a smile. 

“Hey Buck—Steve.” You press your lips into a thin line. 

“Ah get settled, I’ll bring out your tasting cakes.” The woman claps and leaves the two of you. 

Bucky looks around again before sitting. 

“Don’t look at your right.” You warn, Bucky looks to his right and his eyes widen comically. 

The entire wall is lined with porcelain dolls. 

“Why are there so many?” He whispers, not able to tear his eyes away.

“I think it's so no one steals cake.” You whisper back, “Also don’t make sudden movements.” 

“Why?” He still looks at the dolls, you look at him, studying his features. 

“Because the eyes follow you.” 

“Here!” 

Both of you shudder and look at the tray in front of you. 

“Thank you Karen.” You smile, she beams. 

“I see you are enjoying the company.” She points at the dolls, “I’ve been collecting since I’ve been baking.” Karen moves to wipe something off of the doll’s face, “Little naughty ones love frosting.” 

Bucky and you exchange a glance, you warn him not to ask. 

“Frosting?” He still enquired, you clutch his thigh in further warning, he puts his hand over yours. 

“Ah yes, they gobble it up by the truck load, you two taste I’ll check on the remaining cakes.”

Bucky whips his head towards you, “We need to leave.” 

“We have to taste the cakes.” You defend. 

“The dolls will taste us before we eat the cakes.” He points at them and swears one just winked at him. 

“Bucky.” You roll your eyes, but the dolls creep you the fuck out too. 

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel like the one in the pink dress doesn't think we may taste great.” 

You follow his line of vision. The pink frills match the interior a little too well. 

You swallow, no argument in place. 

“Run on three?” He offers.

“Emergency at home?” You offer. 

“Grandma fell?” He says, you nod. 

“Wait, is your grandma alive?” You ask, holding his hand. 

“Nope, she passed when I was ten but she said anytime I need to get out of something I can say she’s hurt or worse. She called it her ‘get out of hell’ good deed.” He laughs.

“She sounds amazing.” You chuckle. 

The two of you stand, hand in hand. Looking down at the cakes the scent of them indicates too much essence being put and the cakes look dry as hell. 

You wince, “Should we leave something?” 

“A hundred?” He wonders, reaching for his wallet. He holds it while still holding your hand. 

The bill tucked into the plate Bucky leads you out.

“Karen, we have an emergency. My grandma fell down the stairs and we need to leave!” He calls out, just as she emerges from the kitchen. 

“Oh no you can’t—,”

“So sorry!” You call as he opens the door leading you out. 

“The Dolls!” She leaps over the counter, Bucky tugs on your arm, your steps asynchronous, the two of you run across the lot, closed down shops pass by in a blur and you want to laugh despite feeling breathless. 

Bucky guides you behind the corner of the building, you’re pressed against the wall trapped by him. Chests meeting as your breaths catch. You look up at him, he’s already looking at you. 

A moment passes and then the two of you burst out laughing. 

“Where are you Mr and Mrs. Rogers?” Karen calls out. 

The two of you press a palm to each other’s mouths, it only triggers more laughter. Bucky shakes his head at you, slowly the two of you move further along the side of the building slipping back. 

There aren’t any street lamps or lights. The only guide is having you pressed against him and the scarce light from the far end. 

“Where is your car?” He asks as softly as he can manage, breath fanning across your lips. Your eyelids flutter. 

“Used a taxi…” 

“My car’s in the pay and park next building over.”

“How much physical exertion have you planned for today?” You narrow your eyes at him. 

He chuckles, “It depends how needy you can get for me before the drive to your house ends.” 

“Careful, Mr. Barnes, I might just have to get you as needier.” 

“Shh, it's Mr. Rogers, that’s why we’re having sex recklessly, in an alley.” His thumb brushes over your lips. 

You breathe a laugh against his digit. 

“Lead the way then, Mr. Rogers.” 

He hums, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. His knee parting your legs and having you pressed flush against him. Your fingers tangle with his hair, tugging him closer. 

Bucky’s hands explore your body, moving under your shirt, thumbs stroking over your sides. You shiver in his grasp. He pulls away from yours lips, nose touching yours, “Have you ever been eaten out in a car?” 

You shake your head, fingertips rubbing soft circles on his scalp. 

“That’s about to change, Sunshine.”

“You’re fucking glowing.” Wanda grins brightly, making you laugh. 

“I’m literally not—,”

“Oh shush, this post sex glow is amazing—,”

“We did not have sex, last we hooked up was about a week ago.” You explain, a part of you did yearn for Bucky you had told your best friend that, but you knew it wouldn’t work and keeping the greedier side of you in check was getting difficult. 

“So are you going to tell him?” Wanda wiggles her brows, you huff out a no, she frowns, “Why not?” 

“Wan, he doesn’t want any of that, it's been what three, four months? We fuck a few times and that is it.” Your hands pause over the dress, it’s something similar to what you’ve had in mind for your own wedding. 

“Wants change, he could want more? If you don’t ask, how will he know?” She squeals, finding her dress. 

You move towards her, eyes brimming with tears at her happiness. 

“Don’t get emotional on me.” She warns her own throat tightening. 

“Why?” You wipe at the tears pooling. 

“Because then I’ll cry.” She hugs you tightly. 

You hug her back, gently cradling her head. 

“Ma’am, champagne?” The store manager asks. 

Wanda nods, “Lots of it.”

Just as she goes in to change, Steve and Bucky walk into the area. The former bounds over to hug you, you smile. Bucky steals your gaze standing behind Steve. He gives you a wave. You wave back. 

“Ah, Ms. Maximoff mentioned her fiance would be joining in.” The manager has the employee offer both of them champagne flutes. 

“Yes, thank you for accommodating us, Wanda appreciates it as do I.” Steve smiles. 

“Do the parents know you guys are doing this?” Bucky chuckles, you notice him retrieving his film camera from his bag. 

“Not one bit, but we aren’t following any traditions so, no harm no foul.” Steve shrugs. 

The sleeves of Bucky’s shirt rolled to his forearms, you watch as the employees fawn over him. Steve hides his smile behind the glass. The way the two of them had left you alone for the cake tasting and then choosing the matching napkins. 

With the way Bucky couldn’t stop talking about you and Wanda reporting you not being able to get Bucky out of your head. Steve was completely sure their next step was at the right moment. 

Bucky begins taking test shots, a few of the racks of dresses, and a few of Steve. When he turns with the camera towards you he starts laughing at the silly face you pull. 

Only to be cut off by you gasping, “Oh, Wanda.” You feel yourself get emotional yet again, Steve looks at her, jaw dropped and completely in awe. Wanda pinned her hair to one side, the assistant brought in a veil placing it upon her. 

Wanda nervously shifts the fabric around. Her eyes on Steve, in that moment everyone looking at them witnesses the love between the two. Steve stands making his way to her. Cupping her face and kissing her forehead. 

“I want to marry you right here.” He says making Wanda blush. 

“Really?” She chuckles, hands wrapped around his wrists. 

“Truly, just so I can take the dress off of you with my teeth.” 

“Steve.” Bucky sighs, did they ever stop? He takes more pictures. 

“What? She’s so gorgeous!” He says as if he cannot be blamed. 

“I am though.” Wanda grins, cupping his cheek and kissing him. 

“You think they’ll do it?” You whisper. 

“Why? Do you want to win the bet?” He raises a brow. 

“I want to know if they’ll kick us all out or—,” you pause, noticing one of the employees taking your dream dress into the changing room. 

“What is it?” He looks at the employee too. 

“Oh nothing, just remembered I need to buy chocolate chips.” You make your way over to Wanda when Steve finally pulls himself away. 

She squeals, intertwining your hands, giddy with excitement. 

“I love it.” You tell her, “Oh, you’re the prettiest bride ever.” 

Her cheeks tinge pink again, her gaze moving to Steve who looks at her with the most adoring look in his eyes. 

“I’m in love.” He declares. 

“Punk, you better be.” Bucky warns him. 

Their gazes meet and Bucky gives him one of the rare smiles, he’s so elated for the two of them. 

“Come on.” Wanda leads you to the changing rooms.

“Why?” 

“Just, come on.” 

When you get inside Wanda pushes you into a room with a dress, no, the dress you were admiring. 

“Wan…”

“Oh come on, we’ve always wanted to play dress up.” She ushers you in, “Go on get into the robe I’ll be there to help zip up.” 

The sleeves are intricate, it’s off shoulder and shows off your cleavage in a borderline risqué way but it looks absolutely gorgeous. The skirt is not poofy at all and can be attached to your wrist so it wouldn’t bother you while dancing or during the transition from ceremony to reception.  

“Oh I know you want two weddings, one white and another traditional and this is so beautiful.” Wanda claps, back in her regular attire. You smile. 

“Come on, they have the veil outside.” She walks away. 

“What no, I’m not—,” 

Her look silences you. You follow. 

Steve sees Wanda walk out. Bucky stops talking the second he looks behind Wanda at you. He swears he can feel his heart stop. 

The veil is placed on you, you watch yourself in the mirror. He swallows, not noticing that Wanda and Steve are giving each other pats on their backs. 

You notice his gaze through the mirror, your cheeks warming at the way he can’t stop giving you once overs, again and again. 

“Sunshine.” He says, the word heavy, laced with something he’s terrified to recognise, terrified to name. 

“Puffin.” You say with equal regard, worried this is throwing everything off kilter. You can’t lose him. 

His gaze falls to the wedding ring on your hand, chest tightening. He looks away from you. 

The spell breaks, you bite your lip going back inside. 

Steve looks up at the ceiling, “Why did you make them both stubborn?” He whispers. 

“I’m so close to locking them in a room with a signboard each that has their sappy declarations of love from years ago.” Wanda whispers to him. 

“I might assist you with that.”

“Might?” 

“I will, my love.” 

“Much better Mr. Rogers.” She pats his chest, he laughs, kissing the top of her head. 

Bucky fiddles with his own wedding band, he says nothing at all even as Wanda’s dress is paid for, his thoughts scrambled, only filled by you and what the two of you could be. 

You fare no better at the boy’s fittings. Steve looks amazing in his navy blue suit, Wanda almost makes you and Bucky get online ordained, but when Bucky emerges in his charcoal grey three piece and a maroon pocket square to match your Maid of Honour dress colour. You can’t help but picture the two of you together. 

Wanda’s words ring in your mind, maybe you should just confess? Tell Bucky that you want more? See what he wants and if it’s the same thing good. 

If it isn’t… you don’t want to know what it would feel like losing him a second time. 

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t notice Wanda and Steve hastily exit the restaurant. You blink at Bucky, he looks at you with worry. 

“I spaced out…” you admit to him, he nods. 

“There was something wrong at Wanda’s parents house.” He repeats the reason. You nod. 

“Do you want to continue with dinner?”  

He holds up two credit cards, “Meals on the Rogers’, so I say we take revenge for the dolls.” He grins mischievously, blue eyes shining bright. Making you laugh. 

Bucky grins wider when you do. He loves seeing your smile. Loves being the one making you smile. 

“What's the most over the top dish they have?” You wonder. 

“There is a cheese wheel with gold foil.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

Your nose scrunches, but pasta did sound good. 

Bucky hands the valet his ticket, you shiver at the temperature change. Your jacket in Wanda’s car. Bucky takes his coat off wrapping it around your shoulders but he says nothing. 

“Won’t you get cold?” You shift closer to him. 

He’s about to protest but then shifts you in front of him, arms wrapped around you. 

“You will warm me up, Sunshine.” His voice is deep, you don’t shiver in his grasp because of the cold any longer, “Won’t you?” 

His hands move over your sides, to your waist, pulling your hips flush against his front. 

“So pretty wrapped around my cock while I play with your sweet little clit.” 

“B-Bucky,” Your hands find his fingers fitting into the space between his own. Rings aligned. 

That night in your bed, it wasn’t hard and fast chasing pleasure. He touched you with the tenderness you gave to him. 

Kisses slow, deep, he held you close afraid to let you go. 

Hips flush with yours, just moans of your name and his, a melody reverberating in your hearts. One with each beat. 

Your hands cupping his face, tracing his skin, over the lines by his eyes, he says nothing as you leave an imprint upon him. 

He doesn’t want to wash you away. 

Words on the tip of your tongue, silently spoken onto his skin and lips. 

Words on the tip of his tongue, aching to reply to each syllable you write upon him. 

On the brink of bliss as the two of you would fall over, Bucky kisses you, not to swallow down your moans or pleas but to be one with you in the afterglow. 

As reality sets in, he pulls away. You both know what transpired tonight would have to be spoken about. It could wait, the two of you selfishly wanting this to last. 

Bucky kisses your cheek before leaving, eyes lingering on the frame near your kitchen.  

“It was the order that saved me from shutting my baking down.” You tell him. He reads the date, three years ago between the time you were with Beck. 

Wordlessly he leaves, you stare at the frame too, the order summary always putting a smile on your face. 

“Oh my god I can’t believe it will be three weeks to the wedding when we get back!” Sharon squeals as you all put on your shoes clearing through security. 

Wanda gives her a tightlipped smile.

“Y/N, is your bridesmaids dress ready?” She grins at you. 

“Maid of Honour and yes.” You correct her politely. 

“What about the bridesmaid dress I picked for you Sharon?” Wanda distracts her and she makes a face. 

“So you’re still engaged to Barnes?” Sharon scoffs, “Thought you’d realise—,”

“I’m happily engaged Sharon, please drop the whole thing.” You give her tightlipped smile before moving away. 

Bucky watches the exchange, eyes trailing after you. Things had gotten complicated. He started showing up with food at your place. You had begun to open up to him. Telling him in detail about your days and the issues with your family. The sex had gotten more sensual, somewhere more intense than fucking. The emotional facet of it opened up. 

The two of you didn’t address it, didn’t speak up about what happened at the party six years ago. Neither of you admitted to the clear as day present feelings. 

Steve and Wanda were elated that the dinner had worked. Both of them reported to each other that the two of you had felt a change. 

They knew it was just a matter of time before heartfelt admissions would happen. They hoped shoving the two of you into a cabin would work. 

You’re looking out of the window when Bucky settles in next to you on the middle seat of the plane. Your brows furrowed in confusion. He was supposed to be in first class with the others. 

“Hey.” You greet. 

“Hey.” He greets back, placing his carry on under the seat in front of him. 

“Didn’t you have first class?” 

He shakes his head, “Who told you?”

“Steve?” You sound confused.

“I don’t like spending on flight tickets. I'd rather have a better chance at excursions and hotels. Economy is good.” He shrugs. 

You look back out, he taps your shoulder after a moment. 

“Give me your ring.” 

“Why?” Your thumb traces the band. 

“I’ll give it back, I’m changing ours for fakes in case they get lost during the trip or worse stolen.” He holds up the duplicate to yours. 

“You’ll keep the original?” You pull it away and wear the fake one, it’s lighter but you feel okay having it on, too used to wearing it. 

“I’ll guard them.” He promises, placing them in a pouch in a ring box then deep into his bag. 

Sleep finds you easily, the past few days hectic with baking and delivering orders before you took a break for this trip. The layover at LAX is shorter compared to the longer flight from there to Aspen. 

Bucky’s head rests on top of yours as he too dozes off on the second flight, when Wanda comes back to ask you about something all she does is take a picture to show you later and she goes back to Steve. 

The jolt of landing wakes you up with a start, Bucky’s hand grasping yours, “Hey, you’re okay, we’re just landing.” 

You blink away the sleep and look up at him, “Puffin?”

He licks his lips wanting to kiss you. You look so adorable in between waking and sleep. 

“Yes, Sunshine.” 

The plane came to a halt and the disembarking motions followed. You’re still a little tired so you allow Bucky to lead the way. On more than one occasion you almost fall asleep against his shoulder while standing in line. 

He gazes at you worriedly, not dismissing your tiredness the way you are, he’d push you to sleep once you both would get to the room. Filled itinerary be damned. 

Wanda appears before you, the scent of coffee rousing you from your sleep addled brain. 

“I love you.” You whisper, taking the cup from her hand.

“Me or the coffee?” 

“The coffee.” You hum taking a sip. 

Bucky misses you tucked against him as Wanda steals you away. 

Steve makes his way over a smug grin on his face, Bucky scowls. 

“I said nothing.” Steve defends.  

“Your face still spoke.” He rolls his eyes, this couldn’t go on, the trip would be difficult if the two of you don’t speak to each other. 

“C’mon why are you denying yourself happiness?” 

“Because I don’t want to be hurt again.” He admits. 

“You won’t be.” 

“Steve. Just drop it.”

Brock and Sharon are busy making out in the back of the van as Steve and Bucky walk in, the two exchange a glance and settle into their seats. 

The cabins are near enough to each other but far apart for each couple’s privacy. It’s around one p.m. The plan is to meet back at the main hotel for lunch. 

Bucky turns after placing the suitcases in the living area. He seems serious. 

“I want to talk about the recent shift. I know you've noticed as well.” He says, you take a step back. 

“Yes…”

“Is it something you wish to pursue? I know we said this would be superficial.” He watches you trying to gauge your reaction. 

“I well, I wanted to talk to you about it as well, I know it wasn’t something you wanted, has that changed?” You hope, you hope he says it has, you hope he wants more. 

Bucky takes a deep breath, then another. 

There is a small crack that begins to form the longer he takes to answer, expecting the worst, knowing the worst. 

“If you don’t want too… then that’s okay… we can always discuss—,” 

“I don’t think we should continue on,” he cuts you off, upon seeing your torn expression he realises he never framed it right. He can’t get himself to speak further.  

“Oh.” You scramble to not let your heart rip to shreds. 

“Sunshine,” he steps closer. 

“No.” You raise a warning hand, “I understand and I respect your decision.” 

“Just, I don’t want you this way,” He winces, why can’t he just express himself?

“James,” 

His heart breaks. 

“It’s okay, I don’t need explanations of why you don’t want more, I, I need to go to the bathroom.” You take your bag with you. When your face is turned away from Bucky you allow your features to morph into pain. Clamping your fingers over your mouth to stop the sob. 

Bucky watches you go, not an ounce of regret or sadness on your features. Maybe, maybe his choking up from admitting his feelings was good. He clearly misinterpreted the change in your dynamic. 

The cabin only has one bedroom, he looks at the large sectional. It would be enough to accommodate him. When you emerge after twenty minutes, covering the tear tracks and redness of your eyes. 

Bucky stands from the couch, grabbing his toiletry bag. 

“I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed.” He observes as your eyes move over the couch. 

“You don’t—,”

“I’d be more comfortable.” 

“If you aren’t you can always you know, we can build a pillow wall…” you scratch the back of your neck. 

If the earlier conversation wasn’t weighing down on him he would have snorted. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He walks past you. 

“Also, I won’t be telling Wanda about this… I don’t want to take away from their trip.” You watch him turn, blue eyes meet yours, he nods. 

Sharon and Brock grin wickedly as they spot the tension amidst Bucky and you. 

“What? No loveable cuddling? Is the bed not comfy?” 

“Babe, he’s probably god blue balls.” Brock sniggers. 

Steve and Wanda weren’t at the table yet. Bucky kept himself busy on his phone. You had a book in your hands but the words hardly made any sense to you. 

“Jeez, tough crowd.” Brock rolls his eyes, “Hey Barnes, I heard your company is looking at Beck’s old joint.” 

“I’m not at liberty to speak to you about my work.” Bucky says without looking up from his phone. 

“Oh come on, he wants to know if he’ll get a good deal. He wants to score a bigger percentage on the next Rumlow Venture.” 

“Ah, my hardworking rich baby.” Sharon gives him an audible smooch, you turn the page of your book. 

“More like hardly working.” You mutter, Bucky coughs to hide his laugh. 

The to be wed couple arrives, slightly dishevelled. 

You share a look with Wanda. She shrugs innocently. 

The lunch progresses without a hitch, the conversation divided between the girls and guys for the excursions. The groups divide, you follow Wanda into the locker area to change into skiing gear. Sharon produces an incredibly al white outfit with faux fur trimming with matching boots. 

Wanda rolls her eyes, “So we have one locker since it is in season and we’re the same party.”

“Ah, yes I have to take these pretty babies off.” Sharon carefully places her rings and bracelets in the locker.

Wanda does the same with her ring. 

Staring down at yours makes a weight press on your chest. Quickly you take it off and put on your gloves. You could cry again, later.

Watching Sharon wobble on the skis almost makes up for enduring her. 

Wanda can’t help but laugh at each time Sharon tries to look in control for the hot instructor — Loki. He had that kind of streak where he’d flirt with everyone. 

Wanda told him it was her bachelorette weekend and he was surprised and then he turned his flirting up a notch more with her. 

There is a tap on your arm as you’re heading towards the locker area. 

“If I may have a moment, Y/N?” Loki smiles as you turn. 

“Oh, Loki, hi did we forget something?” You look down at his empty hands. 

“Would it be bold to say I left my heart with you?” He chuckles, you shake your head but smile. 

“Cheesy lines.” Is your critique. 

“Well, usually we request the guests to warm up with hot chocolate. Care to join me for a mug?” He winks, then the smile softly disappears as he understands your expression. 

“I’m engaged.” You explain, “Though I’m sure you will find something to share that mug with,” 

He shakes off the loss and beams, “You’re too kind, anyone else wouldn’t wish me well after rejecting me. I’ll see you at tomorrow’s lesson.” He calls out as he begins walking backwards to the exit. 

You laugh, turning away and entering the locker room, doffing the equipment one by one. Wanda and Sharon are talking about the dinner plans. 

“We’re thinking of trying the Italian bistro they have, what do you say?” Wanda turns to you. 

“I’m okay with it.” You open the locker and frown, “Hey Wan, did you take my ring out for me?” 

“What? No? I left it inside.” She pads over to see the empty locker. 

The two of you turn to Sharon. 

“What?” She raises her brow.

“Where is my ring Sharon?” You demand, glaring at her. 

“Give it up, this isn’t funny.” Wanda warns her.

“What ring? There was this stupid silver trashy one that I thought wasn’t any of ours and I chucked it out the window.” She shrugs. 

Your heart sinks, “W-what?” You run to the window. 

“Sharon, are you crazy?!” Wanda screams, the blond only raises her hands in defence. 

The snow covers every inch of the back porch of the hotel, how were you supposed to find it?

“How can you be this horrible?” Wanda demands to know. You push away from the window running down the steps and frantically asking the staff to open the sealed doors of the porch. 

“Ma’am you will have to go outside via the front area and head back.” The manager says, his tone sympathetic as your tears bubble over. 

“My ring.” You touch the glass pane and decide to go out.

Treading through the snow to the back porch is difficult, your boots are half laced and the chilling wind whips at your skin, you can’t feel your cheeks. 

The steps of the porch are icy, the layer of snow thick. Kneeling into it your palms dig through where you think the ring could have gone. Each portioned search turns up futile. 

“Please, please, please, please, can’t lose that too, can’t lose his—,” you blubber through sobs. 

“Y/N?” Bucky stands at the end of the steps. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I lost, I lost the ring, I shouldn’t have taken it out, I’m sorry, Bucky.” You look back down to search for something silver gleaming in the yellow light of the lamps shining overhead. 

“I— no it’s, Puffin it's a quarter. My ring’s gone.” You clutch the quarter, shoulders shaking with the crying. 

“Sunshine.” Bucky moves up the stairs carefully holding the railing, “Sunshine, listen to me.” 

He grabs your face between his palms, “That's not the real ring, remember I switched them?” He kneels as well, mouth pressed into a thin line at your state. Why weren’t you wearing any warm clothes? Where were your gloves?

“Bucky.” Wanda calls out, holding up the ring. 

“Y/N look,” he turns your head gently for you to see your best friend holding up the ring. 

“You found my ring!” The way you relax against Bucky makes him want to keep you tucked against him. 

“Sharon wanted to see if it was real, was going to take it to the local jeweller.” Wanda says and then points behind. 

Steve stands near the back doors as the senior manager opens them. Bucky wastes no time in carrying you inside. Straight to the fireplace, settling down in front of it with you. 

“Ri-ring.” You demand, Wanda places it in your hands. You close your fist around it, tucking it close to your chest. 

“I forgot.” You admit to him quietly. His hands haven’t stopped rubbing up and down over your back. 

“It’s okay.” He whispers back, “You were worried, stress does that.”

You say nothing further, allowing yourself to be held by him. Stealing yet another moment that was never meant to be yours to have with him.

“Is she okay?” 

Bucky glares at Sharon, “The fucking audacity of you. Get the fuck away. You and your shitty husband, leave us alone.” He roars. You press yourself against him more. 

“Calm the fuck down I was just asking—,”

“Sharon you’ve done enough fucking damage, just leave. We’re all eating in our own cabins, we’ll meet tomorrow.” Wanda steps in, Brock grabs Sharon’s arm and pulls her away. 

“Buck, there’s a snowstorm warning, we need to get into the cabins.” Steve pats his shoulder. 

Bucky looks down at you, you sniffle still despite the tears being gone. 

“Are you okay to go to the cabin?” He questions, you nod. 

Outside they have SUVs lined up to take people to their cabins even if they are walking distance. Bucky keeps you close through the ride and walks you to the room. 

“I’ll order us dinner okay?” He kneels in front of you while you sit on the bed. 

“Soup please?” You request, he gives you a small smile and moves to the living area. 

Even your warmest PJs feel cold, trembling hands as you open the bathroom door. The bed seems warmer. Settling into the covers you sigh in content but then the shivering starts, fuck. 

“Bucky,” Your voice is barely audible to even you. 

Shaking hard you get out of bed, gripping the walls and the duvet you walk out, the three steps to get into the living area shake in your vision. The dizziness is triggered and you feel yourself violently shake at the cold that seems to be seeped into your chest.

Bucky turns, the phone receiver dropped from his hand as he storms over to you, “Soare!” 

His arms wrap around you in time to break your fall but you don’t respond to his calls, your body feeling too cold in his grasp. 

A.N.: *hides*

a.n.2: also i will be travelling so i won't be on as much so if i will be responding only after about a week or ten days provided i get stable wifi and connection, i love you all thank you for reading and supporting!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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“ They say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don’t. ”

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Still, she wasn’t being an ass kisser. That’s what Envy liked about Julieta. Those losers from her last tour practically worshipped her; it was both cringe and totally embarrassing.

              ❝ Is that right? ❞ Her voice, smooth as butter, escapes from her perfectly painted lips. She smirks; what was a little banter between the queen and some young blood. Manicured hands gently rest upon her décolletage, a look of feigned distress briefly touch her features.  ❝ Do you think I’m the devil, Julieta? I’m crushed. [...] And here I thought you’d be glad I chose you. ❞

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V-neck: A V-neckline is a great way to elongate your neck. To accentuate this effect, choose a pendant necklace that falls within the V-neck. You can also wear a choker or a bib necklace, but make sure that it doesn’t sit too high on your neck, or it will compete with the V-neck.

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Different dress silhouettes flatter different body shapes. Identify your body type and opt for a dress style that accentuates your best features. For example, an A-line dress suits most body shapes, while a mermaid silhouette highlights an hourglass figure.

Pay Attention to Necklines:

The neckline of your evening dress can make a significant impact. Choose a neckline that complements your face shape and flatters your décolletage. Options like V-necks, sweetheart necklines, or off-the-shoulder styles are popular choices.

Embrace Colours:

Experiment with different colours to find the one that suits your skin tone and personal style. Bold jewel tones like emerald green and royal blue make a statement, while classic black or navy exude timeless elegance.

Mind the Length:

Consider the occasion and the dress code when choosing the length of your evening dress. Floor-length gowns are appropriate for formal events, while knee-length or tea-length dresses work well for semi-formal occasions.

Choose the Right Shoes:

Select shoes that complement your dress and allow you to walk comfortably. Opt for heels that match the style and colour of your dress, but make sure you can move with confidence throughout the evening.

Pay Attention to Undergarments:

Wearing the right undergarments is essential for a seamless and flattering look. Invest in supportive lingerie that fits well and provides the necessary coverage and shaping for your dress.

Add Accessories:

Accessorize your evening dress thoughtfully. Choose statement jewelry, such as earrings or a necklace, that complements the neckline of your dress. Consider a clutch or a small handbag that matches your ensemble.

Mindful Makeup:

Your makeup should enhance your natural features and complement your dress. Opt for a classic, timeless look with a focus on either the eyes or the lips, depending on your preference.

Hairstyle Selection:

Choose a hairstyle that complements the neckline and overall style of your evening dress. Whether you opt for an updo, cascading curls, or a sleek ponytail, ensure it complements the overall aesthetic you want to achieve.

Confidence is Key:

Wearing an evening dress successfully is as much about how you carry yourself as it is about the dress itself. Walk with confidence, maintain good posture, and radiate self-assurance. When you feel confident, you'll look even more stunning.

Consider the Venue:

Take into account the venue and setting of the event when selecting your evening dress. A glamorous ballroom may call for a more formal gown, while a beachside wedding might require a lighter, flowy dress.

Have Fun and Express Yourself:

Lastly, don't be afraid to have fun and express your personal style. While there are guidelines to consider, wearing an evening dress is an opportunity to showcase your unique personality and make a statement.

By following these tips, you'll be well-prepared to wear an evening dress successfully and make a lasting impression at any special occasion. Remember, confidence, comfort, and personal style are the key elements to truly shine in your chosen gown.

[dressllily]

How to choose a dress style that suits you from dresslily?

Finding the right dress style that complements your body type can make a significant difference in how you look and feel. Dresslily offers a wide range of fashionable dresses to suit every body shape. In this article, we will explore various body types and provide tips on how to choose a dress style that enhances your best features while boosting your confidence.

Hourglass Body Type:

If you have an hourglass figure with well-defined curves, embrace styles that accentuate your waist. Look for dresses with a cinched waist or opt for belted dresses to highlight your hourglass shape. A-line dresses, wrap dresses, and fit-and-flare styles are particularly flattering as they enhance your curves while maintaining a balanced silhouette. Dresslily's collection of bodycon dresses can also emphasize your figure and create a stunning look.

Apple Body Type:

For those with an apple-shaped body, the aim is to draw attention away from the midsection and focus on your legs and décolletage. Opt for dresses that create a vertical illusion to elongate your torso. Empire waist dresses and A-line silhouettes are ideal for this body type, as they flow over the midsection without clinging. V-necklines and scoop necklines help create a balanced look by highlighting your upper body.

Pear Body Type:

Pear-shaped bodies have narrower shoulders and wider hips. The goal here is to balance out the proportions and draw attention upwards. Look for dresses with embellishments, ruffles, or patterns on the upper half to enhance your shoulders. A-line dresses, fit-and-flare styles, and wrap dresses work well for pear shapes. Dresslily's collection of off-shoulder and boat neck dresses can help create a stylish and balanced look.

Rectangle Body Type:

If your body has a straight, athletic silhouette, the aim is to create curves and add definition. Choose dresses that enhance your waistline and create the illusion of curves. Belted dresses, peplum styles, and sheath dresses with strategic draping can help achieve this effect. Opt for dresses with scoop necklines or sweetheart necklines to soften the straight lines of your body. Dresslily's collection of flared dresses and ruffled designs can add a feminine touch to your look.

Full-Figured Body Type:

For those with fuller figures, it's essential to choose dresses that flatter your curves while providing comfort. Look for dresses with a defined waistline to create an hourglass shape. Empire waist dresses, wrap dresses, and maxi dresses with strategic draping can be extremely flattering. V-necklines elongate the neck and draw attention upwards. Dresslily offers a range of plus-size dresses designed specifically to cater to full-figured women, ensuring both style and comfort.

When choosing a dress from Dresslily, consider your body type and the styles that enhance your best features. Experiment with different silhouettes, necklines, and waistlines to find what works best for you. Remember, the most important factor is to wear what makes you feel confident and beautiful. Dresslily offers a diverse selection of dresses, ensuring that you can find the perfect style to suit your body type and personal taste. Embrace your uniqueness and shine in a dress that enhances your natural beauty.

[gogmstuff]

Back to the 1860s -

Top row  1860 Ballgown (location ?). From tumblr.com/royaland; enlarged by half 852X1350.

Second row  1860 La Contemplation by Henri-Guillaume Schlesinger (location ?). From tumblr.com/artthatgivesmefeelings 1206X1540.

Third row left  1861 Maria Sawiczewska by Leopold Loeffler (location ?). From tumblr.com/ artthatgivesmefeelings; fixed larger spots & edges w Pshop 736X989.

Third row right  ca. 1860 Doña Antonia Roca by Ángel María Cortellini y Hernandez (Museo de Bellas Artes de Valencia - Valecia, Valencia, Spain). I found this before I started recording sources - before 2010; fixed spots & flaw w Pshop 836X1328.

Fourth row left  1862 The lesson, mother and her daughter in a bourgeois interior by Gustave Léonard de Jonghe (location ?). From tumblr.com/artthatgivesmefeelings; fixed spots & large smudge w Pshop 1920X1557.

Fourth row right  1862 The recital by Gustave Léonard de Jonghe (location ?). From Wikimedia; fixed spots w Pshop 1657X2047.

Fifth row  1862 Palm Sunday by Alfred Stevens (location ?). From tumblr.com/eirene; fixed spots & flaws w Pshop 1367X1859.

Sixth row left  1863 The Love Letter by Auguste Toulmouche (Sotheby's - Auction PF1209 Lot 135). From their Web site; too many flaws to fix 2836X3391.

Sixth row right  1865 Erzsébet Borsay by Ferenc Klimkovics (Magyar Nemzeti Galéria  - Budapest, Hungary). From en.mng.hu/artworks/portrait-of-erzsebet-borsay/1894X2390.

[hauntedglitterearthquake]

Fit for a Mermaid: Finding the Perfect Mermaid Wedding Dress

Are you dreaming of a fairytale wedding that's fit for a mermaid? A  wedding dress mermaid may be the perfect choice for you. These dresses are designed to accentuate your curves and make you feel like the queen of the ocean on your big day. But with so many options out there, it can be tough to know where to start. In this article, we'll guide you through the process of finding the perfect mermaid wedding dress.

Understanding the Mermaid Style

Before we dive into the specifics of finding a mermaid wedding dress, let's take a moment to understand what this style is all about. A mermaid dress is fitted through the bodice and hips and flares out dramatically at the bottom, creating a silhouette that's reminiscent of a mermaid's tail. These dresses are often made from stretchy materials like satin or lace to accentuate the curves of the wearer.

Consider Your Body Type

When shopping for a mermaid wedding dress, it's important to consider your body type. Mermaid dresses are designed to be form-fitting, so they may not be the best choice for every body type. If you have an hourglass figure, a mermaid dress will likely look stunning on you. If you're more apple-shaped or pear-shaped, you may want to consider other styles that are more forgiving in the midsection.

Finding the Right Fabric

The fabric you choose for your mermaid wedding dress can have a big impact on how the dress looks and feels. Stretchy fabrics like satin or lace are popular choices for mermaid dresses, as they help to accentuate the curves of the wearer. However, if you're looking for a more structured look, you may want to opt for a fabric like taffeta or organza.

Choosing the Right Neckline

The neckline of your mermaid wedding dress can also have a big impact on the overall look of the dress. If you want to show off your décolletage, a sweetheart or V-neckline can be a great choice. If you prefer a more modest look, a high neckline or off-the-shoulder style may be more your speed.

Emphasizing Your Curves

One of the hallmarks of a mermaid wedding dress is its ability to accentuate the curves of the wearer. To really make the most of this style, you'll want to choose a dress that fits snugly through the bodice and hips. Consider adding embellishments like beading or lace to draw attention to your curves and create a truly stunning look.

Choosing the Right Accessories

When it comes to accessorizing your mermaid wedding dress, less is often more. You don't want to overwhelm your dress with too many accessories. A simple pair of earrings and a bracelet can be enough to complete the look. If you're planning an ocean-themed wedding, you may want to consider incorporating seashell or starfish accents into your accessories.

Making the Dress Your Own

Finally, remember that your wedding day is all about you and your partner. Your mermaid wedding dress should be a reflection of your unique style and personality. Don't be afraid to add your own personal touches to the dress, whether that's through custom embellishments or by choosing a non-traditional color like blush or blue.

Conclusion

A mermaid wedding dress can be the perfect choice for brides who want to feel like a fairytale princess on their big day. By considering your body type, choosing the right fabric and neckline, and emphasizing your curves, you can find the perfect dress to make your dreams come true. Just remember to make the dress your own and don't be afraid to add your own personal touches to create a look

[hwangsies]

in the middle 

pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader x lee felix

genre: bestfriend!au/ roommate!au, established relationship (hyunjin x reader)

warnings: some pining, felix is a confused bisexual, alcohol consumption, throwing up due to alcohol consumption, hangover, swearing, smut as in: slight voyerism & exhibitionism, unprotected piv, some mxm (just making out), virgin!felix (sorry i couldnt help it ksiohdbkk), softdom!hyunjin, switch!reader, sub!felix, shy!!!!lixie, oral (m&f), fingering, praise, minimal degradation, light spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms

4.7 k words

enjoy <3

-

Felix is positive he’s going to hell, he shouldn’t be looking at his roommate and best friend like that.

“loosen up a little, lixie” you almost yell for him to hear you over the loud bass ringing in both of your chests.

Speaking of chest, shit, he’s staring again. But its not his fault, your boobs were staring at him first.

In the tight black v neck crop top that you decided to wear to todays frat party, your décolletage simply looks ravishing, especially alongside the black leather mini skirt that rounds out your ass so perfectly and exposes your thighs deliciously.

He looks at you, smiling at your hair whipping around as you swing your head to the strong bass.

“you need to drink more, you’re no fun” you grin, tugging him off to the side into the kitchen of your boyfriends frat house.

Oh yea, your boyfriend, hyunjin.

He should hate him for being so lucky to have you as his girlfriend, but he simply can’t.

Not when Hwang Hyunjin is probably the best looking but also the sweetest guy on campus.

The only guy maybe rivalling him would be seo changbin from the year above him … anyways, nothing is wrong with him.

Quite the opposite, which is why felix became good friends with him even before he met you.

And now almost a year later of hyunjin and you being together and felix being the token best friend/ third wheel, he still doesn’t know who of the two of you he’s into more.

“there we go” you coo, lifting the shot glass to felix’s lips and watching as the bitter liquid passes his lips.

His face contorts in disgust even before he manages to swallow the liqour “that’s awful” he groans, at which you laugh and pour yourself one.

“you have to fold your tongue back and just-“ you end your sentence with quickly throwing your head back and downing your own shot.

Felix grins when a short lived shudder washes over your body at the aftertaste “right” he mocks, grinningly.

A playful punch is delivered to his shoulder before a familiar voice interrupts your banter.

“drinking without me? the audacity” hyunjin grins as he makes his way over to you.

“well, it’s not our fault you take so long to get ready” you stem your arm into your hip sassily “or should I say admire yourself in the mirror for so long” you quip, cocking one brow up; laughing and squealing when hyunjin picks you up slightly and blows a raspberry into the exposed skin of your neck as a response to your teasing.

“the black hair looks good” felix finds his voice after hyunjin had put you back down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

His plump lips stretch into a bashful smile, a little dimple appearing in his left cheek “really?” he runs a hand through the long dark locks for good measure, at which you softly hit his chest.

“stop fishing for compliments, jeez” you giggle, hyunjin huffs and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

“don’t be jealous just because lix likes me better than you” he rests his chin on your shoulder and cheesily winks at felix.

He manages to let out a somewhat not-awkward laugh even though his heart starts racing and he hopes the light is dimmed enough for the both of you not to see his red cheeks.

“oh, please there is no way he likes you better than me” you roll your eyes playfully “right, lixie?” you bat your lashes at him, crossing your arms and conveniently pressing your chest together.

Felix’s eyes flicker to your breasts before he catches himself and laughs “you guys are annoying” before grabbing one of the shots you poured earlier and bringing it to his lips hastily.

In the corner of his eyes he can see hyunjin whispering something in your ear at which you giggle and nod before you turn around to kiss him.

“I’ll be outside real quick, have to ask minho hyung something about the plumping issue” hyunjin sighs when he and felix lock eyes before pressing a kiss to your head.

“watch her” he points at felix before leaving, for him to make sure you don’t drink too much since you have the tendency to do so.

“sure” felix lips quirk upwards shortly before he takes your shot glass and downs the fluid in there as well.

“hey, that was mine” you laugh incredulously but he ignores you, pouring himself another one.

“what has gotten into you?” you giggle and take the bottle from him to pour one for yourself.

“I thought we’re gonna party” he grins already feeling a bit drowsy.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, snickering “oh yea we are”

-

“oh,let it out” felix’s head hammers in pain as he feels your hand smooth down the expanse of his back before he rests his cheek on the frat houses toilet seat multiple hours later.

“quite a party hm?” he rasps, eyes closed. You huff “you could say that”.

“I’m sorry” he apologizes quietly.

“for what?” you brush some hair out of his face before standing up and dampening some toilet paper in cold water.

“for ruining your night” he sniffles a little.

“aw no, you didnt” you sit back down next to him, gently wiping his forehead with the cooling tissue “it’s almost over anyways, plus I barely knew anyone” you console him before the door opens.

“here you go” felix hears hyunjins voice and thinks he wants to die of embarrassment, first you have to baby him and now hyunjin sees him like that as well? shit.

“thanks babe” you mumble before leaning down into felix’s peripheral again, holding up his jacket; which hyunjin brought, felix assumes.

“lets get you home, yea?” felix nods at you question, not wanting to cause anymore trouble.

“you think you can walk?” hyunjin asks concernedly when he sees his friends pale face.

“yea yea” felix nods, slowly getting up, with which hyunjin helps him.

Once the three of you are outside the frat house, hyunjin wraps an arm around felix’s waist to help him walk straight.

Felix looks down to where hyunjins hand curls around his waist, holding him up; has he always been this strong?

“I’ll just sleep at your place okay?” hyunjin asks you.

“yea, okay” you nod, holding felixs arm as the three of you walk “you don’t have to though, we’ll be fine”

“eh, I’m not gonna let you two walk home alone, plus I haven’t seen your room since you redecorated” hyunjin winks at you.

“alright” you chuckle.

-

Felix wakes up in his own bed, in his clothes from last night; somewhat thankful that you decided not to undress him.

When he tries to sit up a sharp pain rushes through his skull, his hand lifting to his forehead as he groans.

“fuck” he swears to himself, as slowly as possible he gets out of bed to get rid of his jeans and put on some sweatpants.

Walking out of his room, he hears your giggles coming from behind your door, right across from his own.

He swallows the same dull feeling he always feels when he’s with the two of you and makes his way to the kitchen to get some painkillers and water for his head.

After putting the empty water glass that he just chugged with an advill into the sink he drags his feet back to his room.

Halfway there, he cant help but overhear a soft moan coming from behind your door and stops in his tracks.

There, another one followed by a faint ‘fuck’ which sounded like it came from hyunjin.

Its so wrong, what he’s doing. Those are his bestfriends having sex and he’s standing outside their door like some creep listening to them getting it on.

He should be disgusted by himself, yet he feels his cock stir in his pants when what sounded like your bed creaking and you yelping out your boyfriends name halls through the door.

Before felix knows what he’s doing, he’s gently pushing open your door, just a slit.

And there you are, hyunjin is sitting on the bed with you on his lap and your legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock fully hardens when he watches hyunjin help you lift yourself up and down on his length as he moans out for you.

You are facing the door but your eyes are scrunched closed and your head is thrown back in pleasure as your boyfriend sucks at your neck, your arms wrapped around his, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

Felix doesn’t even know where he should look; should he look at the barely there view he has on your tits or the way your ass and hips jiggle every time they come down onto hyunjins thighs. Should he look at the way hyunjins arms bulge with every lift of your body or the way his shoulders and back muscles ripple.

His gaze returns to your face and his heart drops because you are looking him dead in the eyes, he stumbles back and roughly bangs the door shut with him in shock.

“fuck-fuck” he chants to himself, almost scrambling into your shared bathroom and locking the door.

His heart races like it never has before as he paces through the bathroom gnawing on his thumb. Totally ignoring the way his cock throbs in need of attention.

Why didn’t you say anything? Did he only imagine you seeing him? Is he going crazy?

He turns on the shower before undressing himself, the only thing he knows right know, is not having an answer to any of his questions.

-

"good morning sunshine" hyunjin presses a kiss to your cheek and your eyes flutter open, the warm sensation you feel in your panties getting more intense thhe more concious you get.

"wha- mmh" you arch your neck and hyunjin giggles into your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth before you turn your head and capture his lips with yours.

His fingers keep rubbing you over your panties when you push the covers off of the both of you.

He kisses you feverishly, kneeling himself in between your legs and staring at the wet spot that formed on your panties, thumb still rubbing over your clit.

"please" you whine, wiggling your hips "dont tease"

Hyunjins eyes sparkle up at yours before he flashes a smile "i'd never" he leans down, dragging his tongue over your panties.

A little too loud of a moan tears from your throat as your hips buck up.

"shhh" hyunjin teases, pulling off your panties "you're gonna wake the entire building" you giggle when he smacks your butt.

"aw fuck- baby" your fingers instinctively tangle into his dark locks when his tongue starts dipping into your wetness.

His hands are wrapped around your thighs, holding them securely to the side of his head when he sucks on your clit, your back arching in response.

“taste so good, baby” he smacks his lips, hooded eyes peering up at you, when you hold yourself up to watch, he licks a bold stripe through your wetness.

“shit” your eyes roll back when you groan, dropping your head momentairily. “fuck me, right now” you hold his cheeks.

Hyunjin grins, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before sitting up and pulling down his boxers.

You lick your hand and fist his length, twisting your wrist a few times when he leans down to kiss you.

Replacing his hand with yours, he lines himself up with your entrance; groaning when he pushes inside.

“so wet baby” he punctuates each word with a kiss to your lips.

“so perfect, fuck!” you moan at his words, relishing in how he fills you up as you bare your neck for him to drag his lips along.

He rolls his hips into yours, kissing your lips at the same sensual pace.

“wanna-“ you gasp.

“what do you want baby” hyunjin breathes “tell me” he mumbles, cupping your cheek.

“wanna ride you” you crade his cheeks before connecting your lips.

“come here” the bed creaks under both of your weight when hyunjin positions you in his lap and you wrap your legs around his waist.

You cry out when sinking down onto his length again “hyunjin! shit” you claw onto his shoulders.

“I got you, love” he mouths underneath your ear, sucking on the sensitive skin.

“you’re so big” you gasp, tucking your face into his neck which entices a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.

“you’re doing so good baby” he runs his hand down your back before gripping onto your hips when you start bouncing up and down to the best of your abilities.

You throw your head back when his cock drags along your magic spot inside of you, closing your eyes when he starts sucking another bruise into your skin as you roll your hips.

“fuck-y/n” hyunjin moans agsinst your skin when your walls tighten around him.

Your mouth agapes in pleasure and you lift your head up, opening your eyes to see felix stare at the two of you, doorhandle still in hand.

You feel your self clench even more around hyunjins lengths when you see how felix is drinking in hyunjins form.

He gulps and locks eyes with you, face visibly paling as he gets startled by your sudden eye contact, launching back and ramming the door closed.

“what the-“ hyunjin turns around, halting his movements.

“fuck” you hear from outside your room, hyunjin looks back at you.

“is that-“

“felix, yes, he was watching us” you feel blood creep into your cheeks at which hyunjin grins. 

“Is that why you just got so tight around me?” he giggles when you feign being appalled by his accusation.

“mmhm, what? Little slut likes when felix watches how good I fuck you, yea?” hyunjin mocks and hoists you off of him and onto your hands and knees.

“mmh-“ you whine when he delivers a smack to your right butt cheek “maybe”

-

“did you mean what you said earlier?” hyunjin asks, running his fingers up and down your side as your head rests on his bare chest.

“what?” you peer up at him through your lashes.

“that you liked it when felix watched us” he recalls, playing with a strand of your hair.

“I never said I did” you trace your finger along his pecs, he huffs.

“but you also didn’t say that you didn’t” he counters, a moment of silence filling the room.

“would you think its weird if I did?” you scooch up a little to look at him better.

“no…” hyunjin hesitates but continues when you lock eyes “I like lix, trust him” he mumbles.

You nod “yea, me too” as you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear.

-

Felix has been sneaky and successful the past few days when it came to avoiding hyunjin and you.

Hyunjin hasn’t been over since what happened the morning after the party so he didn’t worry about him. You however are still his roommate and best friend, so avoiding you is a full time job which he doesn’t know how long he can hold up.

The door to your shared apartment opens and he steps inside, exhausted from a long day of classes.

When he slips out of his shoes, he hears the tv getting turned on.

“shit” he silently curses, that means you’re in the living room and are going to see him running past you to get to his room.

Still, he tries to be quiet and hopes your peripheral vision is as bad as his avoiding techniques.

Rushing past you, he barely makes it to the corridor that leads to both of your rooms when you say his name.

“felix” you never say his full name like that, he slowly turns around to see you sit on the couch in baggy sweatpants and an oversized shirt, he assumes to be hyunjins.

“yea” his voice cracks.

“come here” you pout a little, patting the couch next to yourself and signalling him to sit down.

Felix sighs heavily before obliging to your wish.

“listen I’m sorry-“ you start but he interrupts you almost immediately.

“woah wo- what?” he furrows his brows “I literally spied on you getting it on and you’re sorry?” he feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his skull at any moment.

“I’m sorry, y/n, and I know I have to apologize to hyunjin as well” felix says, looking down at his hands and silently hoping that you don’t think of him as a creep.

“I’m not mad at you lix” you speak gently, placing one hand over his “and hyunjin isn’t either”

“really?” felix asks doubtfully, to which you nod.

“I promise, we like you a lot lixie” you swipe some hair from his forehead and his breath hitches at the minimal skin contact, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“but- i-“ he stutters but before he can finish his sentence hyunjin walks through the door.

“hey” he beams when seeing you and felix, quickly taking off his jacket and shoes and joining the two of you.

“are you joining our marvel marathon?” hyunjin smiles and felix swears he’s blushing again.

“uh- no” he’s stammering, feeling like he’s going crazy.

“we were just talking about how we are not mad at him or anything” felix sees the look you give hyunjin, wanting him to talk.

“oh, yea. no lix seriously don’t avoid us anymore, its no big deal” hyunjin places his big hand on felix’s shoulder and gently rubs it down his arm.

“yes it is!” felix finally snaps, getting up and looking at both of your shocked faces. He knows that you don’t know this side of him, that you only know the sweet and caring side and not the ‘frustraded / so damn angry at himself’ side.

“wha-“ you try to speak but he interrupts you.

“do you guys even realize how hard it is for me to be around you in general?” he stares at the both of you, seeing how your brows furrow.

“all I can think about is how you guys are perfect and made for each other but also how I cant even choose whom I am more jealous of” he breathes heavily.

“am I more into you?” he gestures towards hyunjin before whipping his head to you “or you? I don’t know!”

“and now I saw you guys- damn” he interrupts himself by frustratedly running his fingers through his hair “fuck, I just made a complete fool of myself” he mumbles, fiddling with his fingers.

You and hyunjin exchange gazes before hyunjin extents his arm towards him, at which felix sighs “I don’t want your pity, guys”

“no, lix come here” hyunjin wiggles his fingers, smiling when felix slides his smaller hand into his.

Felix feels his heartbeat intensify when hyunjin pulls him back onto the couch.

“we like you too, lixie” felixs head whips your way as soon as the words leave your lips “you’re always there for us, always have our backs” you run your hand over his chest as his eyes flicker down to watch your ministrations.

“the next time you want to watch, you can just ask to join instead” hyunjin grins and felix swallows harshly at the idea of being pressed in between the two of you.

“a-“ he starts but clears his throat because his voice cracks “are you serious?”

You nod eagerly “of course, why not? Could be fun” you grin at him.

“unless we read you completely wrong and just made you super uncomfortable, then just forget we ever had this conversation” hyunjin scratches at his forehead bashfully.

Felix’s thoughts run wild as he imagines the three of your bodies entangled in various positions, blinking to get the images out of your head.

“okay-um” you voice catapults him back into reality “sorry” you remove your hand from his chest and scooch away a little “I didn’t want to make this awkward” you shake your head apologetically.

“no!” felix blurts out all over sudden, making you flinch a little “sorry” he mumbles, placing his hand on your knee, hoping you don’t think he’s a nut job.

“its not! I- I would like that” he blushes as he plays with his fingers before he feels the couch next to him shift.

“how about” hyunjin speaks as he stands up “we postpone our movie marathon then” he grins as he holds out his hands for you and felix.

You giggle and get up before intertwining your fingers with your boyfriends, felix smiles hesitantly before sliding his hand into hyunjins free one and following the both of you to your bedroom.

“you wanna kiss me?” you ask felix, grinning when he nods rapidly.

Hyunjin sits down on your bed, watching as you lock lips with the younger boy and feeling his cock stiffen when he lets out a whine; probably because you did that thing with your tongue that hyunjin loves as well.

Felix’s face feels hot, he doesn’t know what is riling him up more, you kissing him or hyunjin watching him so intently.

“don’t forget about me, my darlings” hyunjin speaks softly, grinning when you lock eyes with him.

“undress for me” he orders, at which you let out an excited squeal and pull your oversized shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor.

“fuck” escapes out of felix’s mouth, at which hyunjin chuckles.

“you know, lix, they feel as great as they look” he locks eyes with felix, nodding at him to urge him on.

Felix tentatively raises his hands and gently cups your breasts, his breath hitching when your press your own over his and make him squeeze your boobs.

“fuck” felix repeats, making you giggle “your turn”

At this, felix becomes bright red. What the hell did he think? He couldn’t just have a threesome with his two biggest crushes ever when he had never had sex before.

“uh-i- I’ve never done this” he stammers.

“us neither, lixie” you smile understandingly.

“no-“ he sighs “i- I’ve never had sex before” ashamedly looking at the ground as hyunjin and you exchange somewhat shocked looks.

“I get if you don’t want to continue I mean, you didn’t ask for this-“ hyunjin interrupts him.

“if you want to continue we can, we have no problem with it, lix I promise” he assures his friend.

“yea-I uh-want you to be my first” felix mumbles.

“you’re so cute” you coo, cradling his cheeks and pressing some kisses to his freckly cheeks at which he squirms a little and giggles as well.

“back to the good stuff?” hyunjin tilts his head, felix nods before shakily exhaling.

“relax” you whisper, smiling when felix grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, he feels the blood rush to his cheeks when hyunjin mimics him and he has a full frontal view on his muscular torso.

His gaze averts back to you when you guide him to your bed.

“sit down” you nod to your headboard, where he scoots up to sit against, watching as hyunjin pulls you down for a kiss, moaning when you grab his bulge over his sweatpants.

“take off your pants” you moan to felix when hyunjin kisses along the side of your neck, felix nods and chokes out a ‘yeah’ before shuffling his pants off.

He strokes his cock as he watches hyunjin squeeze your chest and suck one of your nipples in his mouth.

You moan, rolling your head back before your eyes land on felix’s hard length.

Hyunjin plants a smack to your ass when you get off his lap to crawl in between felix’s legs, grinning at him before you connect your lips with his.

Running your hand down his torso before replacing his hand with yours, hyunjin slowly removes your own sweatpants.

You moan against felix’s lips when hyunjin dips his head and licks a stripe up your wetness.

“fuck” you moan, looking back at your boyfriend.

“gonna suck lixies cock, baby?” he grins, squeezing your right ass cheeks.

“yea” you nod, looking back at the boy in question, cheeks flushed as a nervous puff escapes his puffy lips.

“you want that?” you ask, looking up at him before pressing kisses to his abs.

“y-yes, please” he nods eagerly at which you hum satisfactory, twisting your wrist around his length.

“so polite” you tease him, licking a soft stripe along the underside of his cock at which he hisses ”I like it” you grin, slowly taking him into your mouth while hyunjin scissors two if his fingers inside of you, the thumb of his other hand rubbing circles into your clit.

Hyunjin watches how felix bares his neck and his eyes scrunch together in pleasure, he lifts his hand and lets it hove over your head.

“you can pull on her hair a little, she likes it” hyunjin encourages him, winking when he blushes with the realization hits that he’d been watching him.

But he does what hyunjin tells him and gently places his hands in your hair, pulling on it when you moan around his length.

“oh fuck” his head falls back against the headboard before he opens his eyes and his gaze falls on how hyunjins arms flexes with every drill of his fingers.

“m’gonna cum, fuck” you pull yourself off of felix as you yelp out in pleasure felix extending his arm to touch and squeeze your jiggling breasts.

Suddenly hyunjin stops and you let out a disappointed whine “make lixie cum and I’ll make you cum” hyunjin sneers, punctuating his sentence with another smack to your butt.

You whine but get back to work, bopping your head up and down and letting felix thrust up into your mouth occasionally.

Hyunjin continues to pump his fingers inside of you slowly, feeling how painfully hard his own cock is getting when felix moans about being close.

“cum for us lixie” he urges the younger boy on, pressing his thumb to your clit again so you would moan again.

And you do, the vibrations from your throat sending felix into bliss, hot ropes of cum filling your mouth.

You gasp for breath after swallowing his cum, groaning his disapproval when hyunjin removes his fingers from you yet again.

Felix’s chest heaves with the intensity of his high as he watches hyunjin cume up behind you and pull you up.

You arch your neck back to look at him “did you swallow?” he asks, gently holding onto your throat at which you nod with big eyes.

“show me” you obediently open your mouth and stick out our tongue for him before he kisses you.

“good girl” he mumbles.

Felix can already feel himself getting aroused again, wishing he getting praised by him as well.

As if he could read felix’s mind, hyunjin turns to him “you’re a good boy too lix” and before he can stop himself, a little whine slips past his lips at the praise.

Hyunjin grins “come here” at which felix scrambles and gets on his knees to be at eyelevel with the both of you before hyunjins hand finds his jaw and brings their lips together over your shoulder.

You bite your lip at the sight before taking the opportunity and marking the side of felix’s neck, said boy feels like he’s flying.

Hyunjins tongue intrudes into his mouth, your soft lips are all over his neck and before he knows it he’s hard again.

Your hands wander down his torso before quick fingers wrap around his length again.

“already ready to go again?” you softly giggle when the boys break their kiss, a faint string of saliva connecting them to each other.

Hyunjin grins “you wanna fuck her?” nodding at you “help me make her cum?”

“yes-yes, fuck” felix nods “please” he adds, remembering that you said you liked it when he was being polite.

Hyunjin sits in felix’s previous position and makes you sit in between his legs with your back to his chest.

“y-you’re on the pill, right?” felix asks you carefully, you just smile “yes, lixie I am”

“okay” he smiles back.

Hyunjins big hands spread your legs for felix, who experimentally brings up a finger to run it through your wet folds.

“once you’re in this pussy, I promise you wont want to leave” your boyfriend quips and you playfully slap his shoulder.

“fuck me, lixie” you turn your attention back to felix, making him nod and line up his length with your pulsating hole.

“oh my-“ his eyes close when he pushes inside for the first time.

“that’s it” hyunjins gaze is fixed on where your body connects with his friends, his hand squeezing one of your breast as he listens to the both of you moan.

Felix’s first few thrusts are shaky but soon he finds a rhythm, holding you by your waist as he bottoms out again and again.

“fuck-I wont last” he curses, his hips stuttering when hyunjin kisses his lips once more.

“faster, lixie” you interrupt their kiss with your plead, arching your neck and clawing onto hyunjins arm when he starts rubbing at your clit once more.

“fuck-please don’t stop” you cry out when you feel hyunjin sucking at your neck, felix is breathing heavily; trying to hold out but he feels himself fall once more as he spills his cum into you.

You cum a few seconds later, your walls clamping down on his length and making him groan in overstimulation as you tremble with the aftershocks.

“fuck” you pant, prying hyunjins hand away from your sensitive bud at which he chuckles and complies, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

Felix and you are still catching your breaths when hyunjin breaks the silence.

“you better still have some energy left, ‘cause we are far from done”

-

a/n: imma edit tomorrow cause i havent had dinner yet and tumblr frozee and now im mad and hungry omg im haangryyhfichfpweh anyways hope u liked it i’ll add tags later cause like i said im maddfhnfhpiernhfp3rj

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Resentment—V. D.

A/N: Based on Kesha/Sturgill Simpson’s song of the same name. If you haven’t heard this song before, I recommend listening to it before/during reading :)

My other song-based WIPS can be found here :) I’ll be updating that list as I go along. If you have any song/player suggestions or requests feel free to drop them in my inbox! I do imagine these as one-shots.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, feelings of sadness and inadequacy 

Also COVID isn’t a thing in this...

Word Count: 3.8k 

Your hands came up to allow your fingers to brush through your hair that lay in soft curls over your shoulders, your eyes fixed on your own hollow gaze as you stared into the vanity mirror. It was another night that was to be spent in some too-loud club in the city with Vince and his teammates.

Your eyes flick down to the delicate chain that decorates the smooth skin of your décolletage, a golden V letter pendant gleaming under the light, the cool metal is almost a shock against the warm skin of your fingertips as you grasp the pendant, observing it through the mirror. There wasn’t much running through your mind as you sat in your dimly-lit bedroom, waiting for Vince and Sammy to arrive any minute now, Vince would probably just let himself in with the key you had given him ages ago.

You were ready, you had probably been ready for the past fifteen minutes, you had lost track of time as your gaze lingered on your own reflection. There was once a time when you couldn’t wait to go out with Vince, to go dancing and drinking and to banter with his loud teammates, especially after a win, but now…

You and Vince had been together for almost two years, you had seen him through everything, the late nights, the strings of losses, the amazing wins and the Stanley Cup chaos and celebrations.

“Babe! You ready?”

Vince’s voice was quick to cut through the silence that enveloped your apartment, you could hear his footsteps coming closer to your bedroom door.

“Yeah, Y/N, hurry up!” Sammy’s voice echoed a few moments after Vince spoke. They both sounded bright and animated, ready to have a good night.

Vince knocked twice on your bedroom door before quickly opening it. “Babyyy!” his voice was drawn out and lighthearted as his eyes finally saw your figure sitting at your vanity table. You look away from your reflection to look at him as he all but glides towards you.

“You look beautiful, baby girl. Let’s go!” his words were fast as he presses a quick kiss to your forehead and squeezes your shoulders a bit. Your heart warmed at the small display of affection, the warmth from his lips and hands spreading throughout your body. It almost made you sick, a heavy feeling growing in the pit of your stomach at how bittersweet the feeling was.

“Ay! I’m only three shots deep, let’s go!”

“Bro, shut up!”

Vince laughs as he makes his way back out into your living room where Sammy was waiting by the door with a big, stupid grin on his face. You know that it really wasn’t his intention, to encourage the drinking that Vince seemed to be indulging in a little too much lately, but it made you uneasy anyway.

You look into the mirror one last time, blocking out Vince and Sammy’s comments to each other from the other room. Your eyes drift down to your pendant once more, maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, but the gleam of the golden letter seemed a little bit duller.

“Y/N!”

“Shut up, Sammy! I’m coming!”

You breathe out a little laugh at his annoying persistence and the excitement that you were sure was coming from the alcohol he had already consumed.

You got up from your place at the vanity, flattening your dress out with your hands and checking your reflection one last time before grabbing your cell phone and shutting the lights off, walking out to meet the boys at your front door.

“Ah, there she is! Finally!” Sammy takes a few steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing you maybe a little too enthusiastically. “Ow! Jesus, I have bones in there, you know. Are you trying to snap me in half?” You were only half joking as you pushed the brunette away from you, it wasn’t his fault though, you just weren’t in the mood tonight.

You went to open your front door and the boys shuffled out, Sammy leading the way into the hallway of your apartment building. You made sure to lock the door and then you guys were off, with you and Vince walking side-by-side behind Sammy.

“Y/n, you ready for a good night!?” Sammy had slowed his pace down to wedge himself between you and Vince, wrapping one arm around you and the other around your boyfriend, who had been snickering at Sammy’s antics since he walked into your apartment ten minutes prior. “Sure,” you say smoothly, glancing up at him with a small smile, only as big as you could muster in the mood you were currently in. Vince pressed the elevator button as you guys came to the end of your hallway, it was pretty late so there weren’t many people coming in and out of the building at this time.

“We always have a good time, right babe?”

“Now, you can’t have too much fun tonight. The last time you got f*ckin wasted, bro!”

The elevator came quickly and you all got inside. By this time Sammy had dropped his arms from around both yours and Vince’s shoulders. You pressed the ground floor button and kept your eyes focused on the elevator doors, slightly downcast but nothing too conspicuous, you didn’t want either of them to ask you anymore questions.

“Wasted? Nah bro, I wasn’t wasted,”

“Yeah you f*ckin were. You couldn’t even keep yourself upright.”

Vince rolled his eyes at his friend, knowing he was right but wouldn’t ever give him the satisfaction. “Nah, and anyways, I have Y/n, she always takes care of me.” He threw you a sideways glance with a charming smirk sitting proudly on his face. The sight made you smile just slightly, the corner of your mouth perking up at the mischievous glint in his eyes, though you just roll your eyes and shake your head at the both of them.

…

Your night was going exactly how you had anticipated, the three of you met the rest of the Blue’s roster at whatever fancy club you were currently sitting in, half of them already sloshed as the drinks were flowing heavily around the bar well before you walked in. You had lost Vince well over an hour ago, “I’m going to get us drinks!” he yelled over the loud music, you nodded your head and went to go sit down at the table Robby and some other guys had already occupied. He only had the chance to hand you your drink and greet the guys at the table before Sammy dragged him off somewhere.

The boys were rowdy tonight, one by one they all left the table to go to the bar or make their way into the crowd, not like it mattered to you. You had finished your drink ages ago, and now you were sitting alone, staring into the crowd and left alone with your thoughts. You contemplated getting up to get another drink, but you thought better of it when you caught a glimpse of Vince stumbling his way over to the bar and order a round of shots for the boys. It was safe to say that your boyfriend was completely wasted or, at the very least, he was getting there.  

And sure enough by the end of the night Vince could barely stand on his own two feet, and Sammy was right behind him. “F*ckin morons” you mumbled to yourself as you saw Sammy stumble into Vince who then stumbled into a support beam that you would have thought came out of nowhere by the bewilderment plastered all over his face. You were nowhere near him but you swear you could hear his drunken giggles from where you were sitting.

You noticed Robby was trailing behind them, amused but also disappointed by the look on his face. He was grabbing them up and off each other before he caught your gaze and waved you over.

“I’ll take care of Sammy, you think you can get Vince into an Uber?”

You scoffed, “After all these nights out, I’d say I’m a pro by now”

“You better order that Uber, your boyfriend is a f*ckin mess.”

You were thankful that Robby was there to hold up Vince while you waited for your ride, as he was seeming to just trip over his own two feet, giggling to himself whilst trying very hard to sing along to the music blasting through the club’s speakers.

“Heyyyyy” Vince slurred out as you were trying your best to keep him upright, with you holding onto his arm that you had placed around your shoulder and your other arm wrapped around his waist. Your ride was here and Robby had just left dragging Sammy along with him. Vince’s breath wreaked of liquor and maybe if the circumstances were different you would find his childish demeanor cute.

“Vince, lift up your feet! I’m trying to get you home!”

“Home? Baby…that’s all you…had to say…lead the…way”

You barely registered what he said through his heavy slurring, it made you roll your eyes anyway…the man’s brain was always in the gutter.

“F*ckin A, Vince.”

“What, baby? You…you wanna take me to…bed. Let’s…go…then!”

He almost went flying out of your arms as he tries to move faster towards the uber that had just pulled up moments before. “Vince!” You did your best to hold onto him but you both went lurching forwards due to the weight difference between the two of you.

“Jesus Christ, Vince…” all the man does is giggle as you all but shove him into the Uber.

…

The ride back to your apartment was short and quiet, just the sound of the radio in the background. Vince was resting his head on your shoulder; his eyes half opened and his breathing getting progressively heavier. Getting him out of the car was easier than getting him into it, now that he had mellowed out and was more cooperative.

It was the very early hours of the morning, the lobby of your apartment absolutely vacant, besides the security guard at the front desk who nodded at you as you walked past. Vince was still leaning on you heavily, as his legs still weren’t coordinated enough to keep himself upright.

“I don’t feel so good.” He mumbled as you hobbled into the elevator and pressed the button to your floor. His free hand moved towards his stomach as he hunched over.

“Vince, I swear to god, do not throw up in this elevator.”

He looks up at you with a lopsided smirk, “Maybe I will…just to piss you off.”

The noises that were coming from inside of him were even making you nauseas.

“Vince, just hold it in until you get to the bathroom—”

The elevator dings and the door opens and you grab onto Vince and drag him to your door, struggling to hold up your very drunk boyfriend and quickly unlock your door with one hand.

“I can’t hold it—”

You manage to unlock the door and lunge for the small trash bin that you kept nearby. You push it in Vince’s face just in time for him to expel all of the alcohol and other remnants of food left in his system into it. He’s hunched over, basically kneeling on the floor, his body convulsing at it rids itself of the toxins he’s consumed on the course of the night.

“C’mon V, let’s get you to the bedroom…” the pet name slipped through your lips before you could stop it, you hadn’t called him that in a long while, it felt almost foreign on your tongue.

He was sweaty and his face was fully blushed and hot from the sudden rush of blood to his head. You held your breath as you helped him up and into your bedroom, otherwise the smell permeating from inside that trash bin would surely have you vomiting as well.

“You think you can get changed?” your voice was soft and low, the exhaustion from the night’s events beginning to sink in. He answered with a low groan as you set him down onto your bed as gently as you could. You took his shoes off, then his socks, then his belt and helped him stand up to unbutton his pants and take them off, his shirt was next. You grabbed a pair of his sweatpants that you kept in your bedside table and helped him put them on.

He fell back onto the bed and passed out before you could even help him get a shirt on.

You couldn’t help but just stand there and look at him, it was almost like time had slowed down as a blanket of silence had fallen upon the room. You move to cover him with the blankets on you bed, pulling the covers over his sleeping form and then sitting next him on the edge of your bed.

With your head resting in your hands you take a deep breath and let it out slowly, your nerves were shot and the exhaustion was permeating between your shoulder blades.

You couldn’t stand these nights, the nights where he would drink himself so drunk he couldn’t walk straight and then he would come home and giggle and smirk at you like nothing was wrong.

And that was just it—Vince didn’t think anything was wrong.

Not when you started going out with him and the team less, not when V slowly turned into Vince, not when you grew more reluctant to look him in the eyes, not even when your attention that was always focused on him slowly dwindled and you became more withdrawn.

Maybe he did notice and was ignoring it, who knows?

Maybe he noticed and he just stays around because you do things for him.

F*ck it, maybe he stays around because he feels bad for you.

You glance over your shoulder at his sleeping form. There was no way that you would be able to sleep tonight, not with all of these thoughts spiraling around in your mind.

You felt taken for granted. You were always there and maybe that was the problem too—you were to easy, too available, too willing to help and be there for him. The tears slowly filling your eyes began dripping down onto your cheeks as you look back down at the floor in front of you.

You just didn’t get it—how this man could make you feel so on top of the world, so inexplicably happy…and how he could make you feel like your heart was going to split in two from the heartache that he seemingly didn’t know you were feeling. It felt like at this point you were numb, your reactions to his drunken nights and his days on stream ignoring you becoming less and less outwardly evident, and maybe it was you adapting, trying to cope with your blistering ill feelings towards your own boyfriend.

Your mind and heart were riven from the mental and emotional pain that you kept putting yourself through on nights like this where you just lie awake next to him as he sleeps soundly in your bed.

And tonight, just like all the other nights, whatever god existed wasn’t so merciful as to grant you peaceful rest.

…

It had been a few weeks since that night and nothing had changed since, Vince had gone and come back from a string of games on the West Coast, partying and drinking and streaming were his main stress relievers when he wasn’t playing hockey. You received the stray text here and there between everything, letting you know that, at the very least, he was still alive. And to be frank, you weren’t sure you what you were feeling, if you were feeling anything at all anymore.

Everything was the same, Vince ran like clockwork; he went to practice, came home, took a nap and then streamed for hours into the night, taking the dinner that you had made for the both of you to his desk to eat as he played. On game days in St. Louis, he would get up early, eat breakfast, take a shower, and put his suit on before giving you a peck on the cheek before leaving, asking, “you coming to the game tonight?” “not tonight, Vince…” He would pout, but continue his way out the door nonetheless.

He would ask here and there if you wanted to come out with them, “Babe! Come on, just tonight?” and you would let him down gently, and again he would pout but make his way out anyway.

Eventually he stopped asking. And somehow that made you feel worse.

…

“All I’m saying is that you could actually show up for once, show some support!”

“Are you f*cking kidding me, Vince?”

Your jaw hung open in disbelief— “No, I’m not kidding. You never come to my games or come out with us, you just stay in your apartment! You know the guys ask about you and I don’t even know what to say, oh yeah, Y/n’s just not feeling well, for the tenth time!”

“You know that’s funny that you were counting, it really didn’t seem like you cared when you just left and went out anyway, or when you spent hours on stream and didn’t even notice me there!”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I actually leave the house, what would you have liked me to do?”

He was in your face now, his skin red and eyes wild from the anger that he was feeling. It wasn’t right of him to yell in your face, and deep down under the aggression, he knew that, but that part of himself had taken a backseat when he came to your apartment late in the night after a gut-wrenching loss and saw you sitting on your couch with the television on.

At any other time you would have cast your eyes down, avoiding the daggers he was throwing with his own. You would have shrunk away, made yourself smaller, avoided the confrontation, but not today.

“I would have liked you to stay!”

There was a slight quiver in your voice as you finally released the pent up bitterness that you had been allowing to gather over the last few months, tears building in your eyes.

“I would have liked you to stop and stay here, actually spend time with me. I would have liked you to f*cking ask me why! Why I didn’t want to go out or why I didn’t feel like going—”

“I did ask you—”

“No you didn’t! You may have said the words but there was no concern behind them, no real interest in why I stopped coming out. You would just pout your lip and waltz right out that f*cking door with no second thought.”

“That’s not true, of course I care about you!”

“Then why didn’t you ask me, really ask me, Vince. I haven’t been myself for months and you haven’t even noticed, and the thing that sets you off, that really concerns you is that I wasn’t there to console you after your loss!”

You moved closer to him, now yelling in his face, expressing your own anger at his selfishness.

“F*ck you, Vince, I’m always there for you. I’m there in the morning to make you breakfast, I’m there before games to make sure your suits are cleaned and pressed, I’m there to clean up your mess when you come here drunk, I’m there when you can’t even change yourself and get into bed on your own. I always there, Vince. Always.”

“That doesn’t—”

“Don’t interrupt me—“

Vince quickly closed his mouth in shock at your tone. “I have been there for you through thick and thin, that is a fact. I am so sick and tired of constantly giving and giving and getting nothing in return, Vince. I have nothing left to give you.”

“So I’m a villain, is that it, Y/n? It’s all my fault?” His voice gets louder as he speaks, his eyes completely focused on staring you down.

“I like to go out and spend time with the guys, is that such a crime? I’ve been asking you for weeks to come out with me but you always say the same thing, so I just stopped wasting my breath asking. And maybe that was my fault, but it’s not the easiest thing to try and spend time with you when you won’t even look at me and when you do it’s like this.”

“Like what, Vince?”

“Like you f*cking hate me!”

You step away from him quickly, as if the words that he was spitting at you had hit your skin and burned you.

Did you hate him?

There was some part of yourself that really wanted to, that wanted to tell him to leave and never come back. But you knew no matter how angry or upset or under-appreciated he made you feel, you could never bring yourself to hate the man you loved, the man that you still hoped, after everything, would be the one you spent the rest of your life with.

You really didn’t know what to say, perhaps denying his claim would have been a good place to start but your throat felt closed up and the overwhelming feeling of anxiety started to overtake you. Your eyes moved down to glance at the floor, before they flicked over to your front door.

Vince turned his head to follow your gaze. “So, that’s it then? You want to just leave?”

“What, no. Vince—I…”

“No, no. I get it. Let me make it easy for you—I’ll go.”

Before you could even register what was happening, he had turned away from you and stomped angrily all the way to your front door and opened it. He didn’t even look back at you before he slammed it closed, leaving you alone in your apartment.

There were so many things floating and crashing around in your head, it was too noisy for you to even pick out a single thought—all of it settled into a turbulent static as you fell back onto the couch you had made yourself comfortable on before everything happened. Your mind had malfunctioned somewhere in the process of dealing with all the emotions you were trying to understand and digest.

The couch wasn’t so comfortable anymore; the fabric felt scratchy and itchy like it had  suddenly turned into sandpaper, the forceful abrasion stinging the skin of your thighs. You got up quickly, your hands quickly running over your thighs trying to soothe the skin, trying to wipe away the pain.

There was no telling how long he would be gone for, or even where he went this late at night, or even if he was coming back. You didn’t know if you should feel angry that he just decided that it was you who was being ridiculous and that he had to leave , or if you should feel guilty for not clarifying that you didn’t hate him, in fact, you felt quite the opposite.

Maybe it was all of the ill feelings that gagged you, that wouldn’t allow those words to leave your mouth. It was those feelings that made you want to hurt him. The potency of your resentment was far more profound and deeply-rooted than even you knew…

And it felt far worse than actually hating him.

xx - S

[paigiepixels]

I Bet on Losing Dogs - Lip Gallagher x Reader

You + Me - The Prince of the South Side, Lip Gallagher, falls in love with his best friend. This is their happy ever after. Chapter title is based on Mitski’s I Bet on Losing Dogs.

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“I feel really shitty about earlier,” Lip mumbled into my hair as we walked to his dorm.

“Don’t worry,” I shook my head, “I’ve all but forgotten about it, honestly. Watching someone get interrogated on drug charges will do that to you, I guess.”

“Please, stay tonight?” he asked as we reached his building.

A tiny chuckle left my lips, “Why the hell did you think I left the car? Your campus isn’t in the safest neighborhood but I know you can defend yourself, you don’t need me and my pepper spray walking you to your door like it’s the 1950’s and we just shared a milkshake at the diner.”

He opened the door for me as he shook his head. “Okay, okay.”

“What’s next, are you gonna wear my letterman jacket? Want me to take you to the point overlooking a small suburban town to make out in my dad’s car? Can I grope your A-cups over your cheerleading uniform while we kiss with no tongue? What’s that sound outside? Could it be an escapee from the local prison that lost his hand in that accident where they replaced it with a hook?”

“Alright, you got that out of your system yet or are you still workshopping your tight five?” Lip threw an arm around me in as the elevator doors closed.

“I could go a little longer.” I shrugged. “Baby boomers paid twelve dollars for their houses then ruined the economy for the rest of us, they deserve to be made fun of.” Lip just shook his head as he unlocked his dorm door.

I shrugged out of the large shirt I slipped on earlier that evening and shimmied out of my leggings.

“You know,” Lip eyed me up and down like I was a bottle of water in the middle of the desert, “it’s been well over twenty-four hours since we last had sex.” He quickly undressed.

Placing my hands on my hips, I played along, “Hm, I guess it has been.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and made his way over, placing his hands over mine. “Maybe we should, I don’t know, have some sex?”

“The beast with two backs?” I countered.

“Take a trip to pound town?”

“Butter my biscuit.”

“Mmmm, exactly,” he mumbled with a lick to his lips as he leaned into towards me.

I gripped my fingers into his curls and let his tongue explore the confines of my mouth while I leaned back onto the bed. One of Lip’s arms groped my ass while the other steadied him on the mattress. I pretzeled my legs around his waist, his mouth wandered from my own, to my neck, down to my décolletage and breasts, placing kisses along every inch he could. I mumbled some profanities as he slipped a hand under me to unhook my bra, I toed at his boxers, giving him the hint to even the playfield. Rapidly, he took off whatever remainders of clothes we both had on and reached into the nightstand for a condom. Before I knew it I was practically impaled by him, a gasp getting stuck in the very back of my throat. My eyes squeezed shut and my hands grasped at the skin on his back, surely leaving marks and scratches from my nails. The pace was steady tonight, not too fast nor too slow. He rocked back and forth into me in long, firm thrusts, satisfying his need to just be close to me.

I could tell by his mood tonight that this wasn’t just to get off, this was emotional, it was coming from somewhere deep down within him. Not like I could blame him, it’s been a rough few weeks. The way he buried his head into the crook of my neck, nuzzling into my hair and taking a long whiff. Sex was always personal for us, even a quickie with little to no eye contact was filled with emotion, but times like this were different, like everyone else on the planet had disappeared and the only reason we were still breathing was to have another second to be together.

Lip was hastily becoming undone, his breaths becoming sharper. He rubbed my clit with gentle force as I squeezed my eyes shut, he was trying to get us off at the same time. I bit my lower lip with a sharp canine and curled my toes as the dopamine exploded in my brain. He groaned and shuddered before collapsing onto me, placing kisses on my exposed neck.

“Fuck,” he mumbled while rolling over and removing the condom with a snap.

“When was the last time we went that long without fucking?” I wondered out loud.

“Can’t remember, my brain is goo,” he chuckled.

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I saw a half-naked Lip, town slung around his hips, walking down the hallway from the opposite end as I reached his door. A tall man in a hoodie was behind him, it took me a few seconds to realize it was Kevin.

“Hey, you two,” I shifted onto the balls of my feet as Lip unlocked his room.

“Uh, hi,” Lip said, tugging the towel around his waist a little tighter. Kev followed him inside, I blinked twice, wondering why he was here. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m here to take you to Carl’s court thing, what is he doing here? Kev?”

“Uh, just crashing in an empty dorm while V stays at the house with the girls.”

“Huh,” I nodded. “No comment, I guess.”

“What about V?” Lip asked as he walked around the room getting ready.

“What about V?” Kev repeated. “I can’t think about that right now. She’s doing her thing, I’m doing my thing, it was her decision.”

I dropped my bag onto Lip’s unmade bed and sat next to it. “Don’t you think it’s worth it to give it another shot? You have kids, you’ve gotta at least try to work it out.”

Kev sighed and leaned his head against the wall, “I don’t know anymore, V was the one who started this whole mess and now she’s stopped talking to me about anything that isn’t baby.” His sentence stopped when he answered his ringing phone. “Well, duty calls. Rape Walker, at your service.”

I pursed my lips and widened my eyes at Lip, who mouthed Long story.

“I was gonna just take the L, you know,” Lip said as we walked hand-in-hand to the parking lot.

My shoulders shrugged, “I don’t mind taking you, I want to be there for Carl and Fiona. Mostly Fiona,” I chucked. “She’s gonna need it.”

“Can you actually imagine Carl getting in front of a judge and not incriminating himself for like, fourteen things he did this morning alone?”

“Your Honor,” I imitated the young teenager by putting on a lazy voice, “I swear the bailiff stuck that joint in my mouth before I got in here. That’s not mine-” I was stopped in my tracks by getting walked into by what felt like a brick wall wrapped in wool.

“I’m sorry-” Her face changed from an indifferent position when she looked up from the Blackberry in her hands. “Phillip, I’m sorry, I wasn’t quite looking where I was going,” she tucked her cellphone into the pocket of her expensive-looking jacket. “Have you spoken with Mr. Lorenzo from Financial Aid yet?”

“Uh, no, not yet,” Lip replied before gesturing at me with his free hand. “Professor Runyon, this is my girlfriend y/n. Professor Runyon teaches Critical Theory.”

“Nice to meet you,” I reached out and was met by a cashmere-covered hand to shake while staring at her striking face.

“Likewise,” her hand lingered after the shake, I pulled away. “Well, I have a class to get to, very nice to meet you, y/n. Phillip,” she nodded and continued to walk in the direction we were coming from.

“She seems nice, if not overly-perfumed,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, she hit on me yesterday,” Lip sighed as he grasped a hand firmly around my waist and ushered me to my car as quickly as possible.

“What?!”

“So, you’re dropping that class, right?” I all-but stated as we got in the car.

Lip shook his head, “I can’t. It’s the only one left and I need a full load.”

I squinted at him, “I don’t know, I’d say you were already full of something if you asked me.”

He blinked before replying, “I can’t compete with that, it’s a good one.”

Resting my forehead on the steering wheel, “I don’t want to be this demanding, controlling girlfriend. You know I hate that. I trust you, but,” I picked my head up and took a breath, Lip pushed a strewn hair off of my face, “I don’t trust other people. It’s a lot for me.”

“Hey, look at me…” he grasped my face between his hands as much as he could with the console between us. “Trust me, only me. That’s all there is to it. Believe me, I won’t do anything for you to worry about, ever. Alright?” I nodded. “Nope, not good enough for me. Gotta hear you say it.”

“Alright.”

“Okay, good.” He pulled my face closer with his hands still holding on and kissed the top of my head for at least a three-count. “Now, let’s get going to this damn hearing already.”

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We shuffled into the small courtroom and into stiff chairs with itchy upholstery. I settled in with Lip on my left, he leaned in towards V and muttered, “V, this thing with you and Kev, is it temporary?”

“What did he say when you asked him?”

“Uh, nothing,” Lip broke eye contact and looked towards the ground, feigning innocence and ending the conversation.

“All rise,” the bailiff announced. “The Circuit Court of Cook County is now in session. The honorable Judge Rita Gaither is presiding.”

Chuckie was up first, Sammi was sitting in the front row with bruises littering her face. His lawyer’s defense was that Chuckie is of barely functioning intellect, it was a miracle he could wipe his ass, et cetera. Of course, Sammi stood up and testified towards her son, calling Lip’s family “a den of wolves.”

I hardly recognized Carl when he came in after Chuckie’s sentencing. Fiona had dressed him to play the part - an old button-up of Lip’s, hand-me-down khakis, all topped off with a neatly combed head of hair and glasses from Patsy’s lost and found.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s an upstanding young man,” Lip whispered.

V leaned in, resting her chin on a well-manicured hand, “Just like Ted Bundy.”

“Do you regret what you’ve done, Carl?”

“I did something really dumb that I shouldn’t have.” Fiona nodded along with his answer. “I trusted a fucking retard with a man’s job.” Uh oh. “Next time I move a bunch of drugs, I’ll be smarter.”

“If you want to go into my chambers and speak to me off the record, now is the time. Otherwise, you will end up in juvenile prison. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.” I could practically see the explosion going on inside Fiona’s head.

The judge sighed, “That’s not what I was hoping to hear.”

“I know what you were hoping to hear. If Your Honor would lose 20 pounds, I would consider tapping that.” Lip laughed into his shoulder, trying to hide his amusement.

“I think I've heard enough. I sentence you to the maximum of one year at the Illinois Department of Corrections Juvenile Justice Division. You're remanded to the custody of the Sheriff. This court is in recess.”

Fiona grabbed Carl by the arm and asked him what he was thinking, he was excited to go. It didn’t surprise me.

Once we left the building Ian and Lip separated from the group to go smoke, I caught up with them after a quick chat with V about her twins.

“How’s it hanging, boys?” I asked while stuffing my hands into my coat pockets to warm them up.

“Nothing, just bullshitting,” Lip grunted as he stood up from his crouching position next to Ian. He handed me the cigarette he was smoking to share. As I was mumbling a thanks Ian got off the bench and walked away without as much as a goodbye.

“The fuck’s his problem?” I asked, handing the cigarette back.

“He went to the clinic, he’s upset about the medication.”

“Of course he is,” I spat and Lip replied with a confused look. “You think I like taking birth control every day? No! But like clockwork, every morning, I open that little plastic round thingy and pop one, just so you can jizz inside of me.” I patted him on the shoulder for comfort. “Plus I got my anti-depressants and anti-anxieties, but those aren’t as annoying as taking a pill every day purely for sex purposes.”

“Wow, thank you for your sacrifice,” his voice was dripping in sarcasm.

I stole the cigarette back from him and replied after a puff, “You’re damn welcome.”

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I was reading on the small bed in Lip’s dorm when he came back from class, resting in just a large t-shirt and my underpants.

“Hey,” he flung his backpack onto the floor. I didn’t bother looking up from my book while I mumbled a greeting back. “You want a beer?”

“Nah, I’m good,” I replied.

Lip made his way over to the mini-fridge and opened it. “Uh, you stock my fridge?”

“Yeah, I got a couple of things while you were in class. Folded your clean laundry, too.”

After grabbing a beer Lip closed the fridge and sat down on the side of the bed. “Hey,” he placed a hand on my bare leg, I almost recoiled, his hand was freezing from being outside. “You don’t have to keep taking me places and getting me stuff.”

I placed my open book down on my chest, “What?”

“I know you’re going through stuff, you don’t have to be spending so much time doin’ shit for me.”

“Well, I like doing stuff for you, okay? It makes me feel like I’m doing something good.”

“Like we’re charity?”

I groaned and sat up onto my knees, “No, like, I love you, and I love your family, and helping you guys, like, makes me feel like I have a purpose. Like I’m part of the big family I always wanted.”

“…You’ve always been part of our family.”

“Do you not like it anymore when I do things for you?” I asked with a raised brow.

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I love that you love my family, but I’m just saying, even if you didn’t do these things, everyone would still love you. You don’t have to buy your way in.”

“Oh, I never bought my way in,” I chuckled, “I sucked my way in, s’more like it.”

Lip rolled his eyes at my corny joke, “You’re so dumb sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, pulling on the hem of his shirt. “Now get into bed and show me just how much you appreciate me buying you groceries and changing your sheets.”

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