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bungalowbear · 1 year

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I’ll Cry If I Want To II

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x reader (60s AU)

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Aegon recalls strong feelings from the night of your party.

A/N: Here is the final part. Enjoy!

Part One

Aegon’s father’s house is a grand abode at the edge of the city. Tonight the dining room is prepared for the rehearsal dinner, where a long table is arranged to accommodate both the bride and groom’s families.

You sit directly across from Aegon between your mother and father. You have on a black velvet dress with a square neckline and long sleeves. Coupled with your neutral expression, you look presentable for a funeral. He supposes that’s what this is. The end of life as you both know it.

Aegon watches you take a sip of your wine. A stark opposite to his large gulps. Where he is eager to drain every cup to get to the next, you are patient as you savor each drop. His eyes fixate on where your tongue swipes away the few drops that linger on your lips.

Your birthday party was months ago, yet your cold demeanor towards Aegon hadn’t thawed. Your mothers arranged outings, to keep up appearances, during which you hadn’t struck up your usual conversations. They weren’t about your fathers’ work or how this engagement was one big farce. No, you’d ask about Aegon. His interests, his childhood, what he hoped for himself in the future. He’d actually enjoyed his time with you. But as always he managed to screw it up.

Aegon hadn’t intended to drink so much. He’d been drinking less since the announcement of the engagement. But the morning of your party he and his father got into a terrible fight. It was the usual rant about Aegon being irresponsible and essentially not good enough to be his father’s successor. Aegon had heard it all before, so he wasn’t sure why this time it affected him so much.

When he arrived at your apartment, your presence was enough to quell some of the self-destruction that was building. First he started with one glass. He shared a dance with you and it was the best he’d felt in so long, free from expectation. But as the night went on he fell into old habits with his college friends. They kept placing drink after drink into his hand. If he was a better man he would have refused the excess and went to find you, to seek solace in your presence. Instead he kept going.

The rest is a blur. He remembers a hand on his arm. Heavy and needy. Whispers of warm desire in his ear. Unsteady footsteps toward the bathroom in the hallway. Clothes hastily removed. Snapping hips. Heavy breathing. Cries of pleasure.

Aegon takes a deep gulp of wine.

The one thing Aegon can remember clearly is the feeling of disappointment that washed over him as soon as it was done. It sunk deep into him and planted its roots, allowing anger, shame, and self-loathing to sprout. It all blossomed out of him and he pricked you with his thorns. Even at the sight of your tear stained face he couldn’t stop. He told you to suck it up. To deal with him like everyone else had learned to do.

And that’s what you do now. Your eyes don’t look in his direction. Not since your arrival, which granted him an obligatory greeting from you.

Aegon wishes he were different. That he didn’t have to drink and fuck his way around the city to bury his dread and miserableness. Even though it’s the exact opposite of what he wants, Aegon knows one day he’ll have to take his father’s place. His half-sister Rhaenyra is the true eldest and better suited, but everyone does go on about having the first born son inherit the proverbial throne.

Another swig of wine.

The entire table seems to be willfully ignorant of his inebriated state. But you are also glossed over as everyone else strikes their own conversations around the table. You and Aegon are an island occupying two separate sides. The sea surrounding you is filled with sharks, the vicious jaws of your families waiting to devour you both.

You push your food around your plate, a blank stare occupying your face. Even when all of the plates are cleared and everyone moves into the large den you keep yourself tucked in a corner of the room. If anyone notices the way you and Aegon keep your distance no one says anything. There’s no need for pretense among family.

Aegon heads for the bar and pours himself a glass of bourbon, watching his family and yours dance and share laughter. He thinks what a wonder it is to be so jovial while the couple whose union they’re celebrating is so blatantly miserable.

Aegon doesn’t know how long he stands at the bar, but when his brother Aemond comes up beside him to refill his own glass he lingers.

“It would be wise to keep your wits about you tonight, brother.”

“What for? Everything’s already been settled,” Aegon grumbles. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”

Aemond turns to him, the sapphire in his eye catching the light. “It’s not the fate worse than death you think it is.”

“Easy for you to say.” Aegon chuckles humorlessly. “Your marriage is perfect.”

Aemond glances over his shoulder at his wife, who is speaking with their mother.

“Nothing is perfect. No matter how much we wish it were.”

Aegon looks between his brother and sister-in-law. “Are you two…fighting?”

“We’ve hit a bit of a rough patch.”

Aegon’s brows rise. “Didn’t think you of all people would have one of those.”

“We’re dealing with it. Like adults.” Aemond turns back, lips pulled down into a frown. “Unlike you.”

“I am. If I weren’t, would I be able to do this?”

Aegon tips back his glass and drains the rest of his drink. The action leaves him slightly disoriented. The room tilts off its axis and he feels his legs quiver slightly. Aegon slams the glass on the bar counter and looks to his brother, offering him a wide grin.

“If I were you I’d switch to water for the rest of the night,” Aemond warns.

“And why is that?”

Aemond turns and sets his eyes on two people in the middle of the room. Aegon follows his gaze and lands on you. Nowhere to Run by Martha and the Vandellas spills from the speakers of the record player and your body moves in perfect rhythm. Aegon stares as he’s taken back to the night of your party when you shared a dance with him. A smile begins to form on his lips until he realizes who you’re dancing with.

Daeron.

Of course the only person who’d be able to coax you out of your shell would be his obnoxiously sweet and amicable little brother. If Aemond was the perfectly pious and responsible child, then Daeron was a close second. Just freshly turned eighteen, Daeron has been naturally gifted with a magnetism that has girls from all over the city flocking to him. And even more infuriating, he doesn’t indulge them in the nefarious ways Aegon would. No. He simply offers brief flatteries before going on his merry way, leaving a trail of fawning ladies. And apparently his fiancé is no exception.

Aemond leaves the bar without another word. Aegon turns away from you and grips the bottle of bourbon and pours the rest of it into his glass. He isn’t a fool. He’s seen the way his brother looks at you, as if you’d hung the moon. No doubt the reason he hasn’t pursued any other girl is because of his childish crush on you. No matter how much he tries not to be, Daeron is still just a boy. There’s no way you would entertain any dalliance between the two of you.

With that comforting thought, Aegon turns around with a confident smirk only for it to fall when he realizes you are gone. And so is Daeron.

Aegon’s bleary eyes jump around the room, hoping you’ve retreated back into your corner. Instead he sees a flash of your black dress as it disappears into the hallway.

Aegon clenches the glass in his hand and stumbles along the edges of the room until he’s out in the hallway. It’s long and wide and lined up with doors on either sides. He curses his father for living in such an enormous house.

His pulse quickens when he spots you and Daeron farther down the hall. His brother’s hand is on the small of your back, stopped in front of an open door. Light from within illuminates the sweet smile you give his brother. Hot jealousy spurs Aegon forward, but his feet stumble and he falls heavily to the ground. The remainder of his drink spills along the plush carpet.

Aegon calls your name, a weak attempt is all he can manage, just as the door closes and you and Daeron disappear. His head spins and he sinks against the wall, the image of your face in the light the final memory he clings to as he plummets down into the dark pit of unconsciousness.

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The wedding ceremony is a vision of green and gold. His mother had insisted it be the color scheme for the wedding and you hadn’t objected. She’d have you walk down the aisle in green if she could, but you wear the traditional white dress.

Like a ghost you walk among the sea of living people to take your place beside him. Vows are exchanged. Aegon gives your lips a peck to make it official. Your mothers shed a tear, and your fathers smile victoriously.

You and Aegon March out of the church, and are transported to a dining hall. Another dinner. This one to commemorate the sacrifice of your lives for your now united family’s continued wealth and prosperity.

Although he and his new bride are perched on a platform above the others, no one pays them any attention. They revel in their victory. Eat and drink and negotiate their next corporate venture.

When the food is served you and Aegon are the first to receive a plate. He doesn’t have much of an appetite. You on the other hand, contrary to last night, immediately dig into your food. You cut a piece of meat and bring it to your mouth along with a sautéed carrot.

There’s something different about you today. He’s sure it’s not the joy of being a newlywed. Though you don’t look at him, he can tell the defeated air you carried around yesterday is no longer a burden for today. He ponders for a moment what it could be, then your eyes dart across the room briefly, and he follows them.

Aegon’s mouth forms a hard line when he spots Daeron nodding in your direction. It’s a brief gesture before he returns to talking to one of his cousins. But it’s enough to get Aegon’s blood boiling and remembering what he’d witnessed last night.

“I saw you last night,” Aegon says suddenly, staring at the side of your head as you skewer another carrot with your fork.

“I saw you, too,” you respond dryly. “You were draining glass after glass.”

“Don’t try to deflect. I saw you and Daeron.”

If his words affect you, you don’t show it. But Aegon knows what he saw, how close Daeron had been to you. And he won’t let you deny it.

“I saw him take you down the hall,” Aegon insists.

You nod. “He did.”

“I saw his hand on you.”

“A common gesture between a gentleman and a lady.”

“I saw you both go into that room,” Aegon seethes, tiring of your cool responses.

“Aegon.” Your brow furrows. “That is a serious accusation.”

“It’s true.”

Aegon is alight with vindication. He’s caught you. For all of your righteous silence to punish him you end up being just like him. Finding another body to heal the pain of your wounds.

“Daeron was leading me to the bathroom,” you explain. “I’ve only been to your parents’ home once before and I couldn’t remember the way.”

“Bullshit.”

“He stayed outside the door and waited for me. And on our way back do you know what we found?”

The fire in Aegon’s eyes dims. His back tenses. He knows exactly what you found.

“Why, it was you.” Your gaze locks onto him, not shying away. “Passed out and drooling on the carpet.”

“I know what I saw,” Aegon insists, though his words don’t have the bite they did a minute ago.

“Your mother wasn’t happy about the stain on the carpet.”

Aegon grips the edge of the table, knuckles turning whiter that his already pale skin. “You bitch.”

“Your brothers had to haul you back to your room.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“No, it’s not,” you agree. “So maybe you’d better think very hard about what you think you remember.”

“But, I…” He falters, unsure what it is exactly he wants to say.

“Aegon, I’ve only ever wanted to get along with you.” You sigh and put down your fork. He feels the warmth of your hand over his where he still grips the table. “I admit I distanced myself from you after my party, but I want us to at least try to get along. We are married now after all. We knew we could never stop it. So why not make the best of it?”

Aegon looks down at your hand. You thumb smooths over his skin to coax his hand to relax and release its grip. He sits back against his chair and stares at you. He nods. You smile and return to eating.

A wave of defeat washes over him. He’d been so sure of what he saw. Daeron’s hand was on your back, leading you to the door. He shits his eyes and tries to remember what happened.

Aegon saw the door close, the hallway shrouded in darkness. He lifted his head to call out to you. But there’s a faint silhouette now. It stands guard. But that can’t be right. Didn’t Daeron go in with you?

Aegon’s eyes jump open. He reaches for an empty wine glass, uncorks the bottle of champagne, and tilts it to pour himself a generous amount. He pauses. The lip of the bottle rests against the rim of the glass as he contemplates whether to go through with it. It wouldn’t be his first drink of the day.

He wants a clear head to sort through this. To reassess what is real and what he might have conjured in his own head. But then he thinks about you and how you’re the only one who’s been the most genuine and pleasant around him.

He glances at the seven pointed star resting on your chest. A gift from his mother, a golden symbol of your shared virtue.

Aegon is comforted by this and pours himself a glass of champagne.

#catalog #i’ll cry if i want to ii #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen #house of the dragon #60s au

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gracegrove · 8 months

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Military school Steve and flower child Billy (or the other way around).

Late 60's.

Billy with buckskin and ponchos and wildly untamed, sun kissed, curls. Bell bottoms, and beads. Tunic tops and bare chests. Weed and Ayahuasca journeys. The most rocking lil moustache. Music festivals. "Far out" and "maaaaaan" and "groovy". A cynic who has given up and is living in the moment. A profound distaste for government backed programs and has been chewed up and spit out by "the system". Doesn't believe in much but the sentiment of people controlling their own destiny is a nice thought. A teenage runaway.

Steve with shined shoes and tapered trousers. Crisp pressed shirts and "yes ma'am" and "no sir". And "I'm not a square, pft you're a sq-square..." Short cropped hair with a cowlick that will never stay in place for too long. Soft tickling curls at the base of his neck. Aviator sunglasses that make him look like a movie star when the lights just right. Whiskey and leather. A misplaced loyalty to the government that will eventually betray him. Has always had things planned on a straight path from point a to b. Go to school, be a soldier, marry the girl, retire. Predictable.

#*sighs dreamily*#i love when messy makes the straight-laced character a hot mess #billy x steve #harringrove #60s au

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deedjre · 9 months

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hi here is your gay men kissing in an alleyway under the moonlight in the 60s please enjoy

#the stanley parable #narrator the stanley parable #stanley tsp #tsp au #tsp #narrator tsp #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #stanley the stanley parable #stannarrator #stanarrator #60s au #HI you've made it past the *sorting tags*#now you get to learn that as i was streaming this in discord someone entered the call as i was first sketching the lips lmao

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newportangels · 1 year

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Doodles for the 60's AU

#my art #Edison Bennett #oc stuff #60s au #I do love myself aus in different time periods #I haven't touched on the 20th century before #I don't know much about it besides the aesthetic sorry im like a poser

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thetricksterkatartblog · 2 years

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60s Beta kids - Version 2, Bonus - Now with June Egbert!

#homestuck #homestuck fanart #fanart #beta kids #june egbert #dave strider #rose lalonde #jade harley #60s homestuck #60s beta kids #60s au #tricksterkat #trickster kat #my art #sixtiesStuck

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hellcheercaine · 10 months

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Day 3: 60s au

“Would you mind opening the window?” Chrissy says, lying her weary head on the pillow. She was rather intoxicated, after the long night at Eddie’s apartment.

Eddie reluctantly opens the window. “Now don’t go getting any ideas, Miss Cunningham.”

“So they’ll shoot me—like a horse,” Chrissy replies. She was distraught at the breakup with Jason which happened moments ago.

It was apparent that Chrissy caught Jason cheating behind her back. With the late night tiffs, the drastic change in Jason’s attitude, and the fresh lipstick stain on Jason’s neck, it is apparent to her.

But that’s not the problem here: the Cunninghams would definitely put the blame on Chrissy, since they had pinned their hopes on Jason in upholding their prestigious family status—there are even talks about getting Jason and Chrissy married.

Despite the peace Chrissy finds after the breakup, the thought of her mother still haunts her. Chrissy breaks down, “Why can't I ever fall in love with somebody nice like you?”

“Yeah, well, that's the way it crumbles,” Eddie says, taking a fresh cookie from the jar. “Cookie-wise.”

(OTP is inspired and improvised from The Apartment)

#stranger things #hellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #one year of hellcheer #day 3 #otp #60s au #sorry my storytelling has gotten rusty #sorry for any grammar mistakes #moodboard

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le-roi-baleine · 2 years

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I DONT CARE HOW YOU FEEL!!! YOU HAVE TO LISEN TO ME TALKING ABOUT MY 50s-60s BLACK BUTLERS AU!!!!

So here it is:

First of all nobody is dead. For the simple reason that I said so.

But Ociel still have a link to Sebastian. On one fateful night where the phantomhive estate burn 🏠🔥. Ociel get dragged somewhere with Rciel. The GREAT LORD DEMON👿👑 want to lurk people to eat fresh soul but by some tricky play from the destin ends up possessing Ociel. But it’s much more like he is trapped inside our little precious son head. So start there journey together.

The twin are found by the police 👮‍♀️ and they are brought to there parent. The people who tried to kill the phantomhive get death sentences and we are all happy. But Ociel still have a demon inside him and the only one to know is his brother. So with the help of the demon that can’t bear this situation the twins start there adventures in the paranormal to find a solution.

The boys are still in Eton school. That where they’ll be friend with McMillan and Joanne who will follow them in the great world of hunting ghost and devils. But it’s not just them. Elizabeth and Sullivan are there too. For obvious reason the girls can’t go to Eton. They study at the great St Martin in the field.

Sullivan knew Ociel and Rciel. They had met each other during one of there recherche of exorcism for Ociel. The green witch. They where kinda sad to found it was a simple genius German girl in a abusive household. But they get her out of there and got her into their protection.

Obviously the twin know Lizzy since birth. There parents told them that there family is linked since victorian time. And so it made them great great great great great great great great cousin.

But how does there little group met all in complet? Eton school is very strict and doesn’t allow visitor or there students to get out. Well the answer is simple. Elizabeth just make sure that everyone get past the wall.

And so everything is alright. They got caught sometimes and Lizzy got suspended many times. But she just love being with everyone. And most of the times the students of Eton love her bright energy so much, they just help them escape. Even one of the old men that keep the gates help her sometimes. But only to pass gift and letters for her brothers and friend.

So they are all together chasing paranormal activity.

But none of them beside Rciel are trying to help Ociel get the demon out (who turn out to always saying sassy thing in his head). Not because they don’t want to. But because they don’t know. The only one to suspect anything is Sullivan.

Voilà! It’s pretty much the prologue. Or the first season. After all it’s took them actually some times to reunite their group.

If you want to know more, I will be very happy to talk.

#manga #anime #black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #ociel #sebastian michaelis #rciel #miles mcmillan #joanne harcourt #sieglinde sullivan #50s style #60s aesthetic #ghost hunters #paranormal #50s au #60s au

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marvelobsessed134 · 29 days

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Love me tender part three: moving in

Series masterlist

Pairings: 60s!rockstar!bucky x innocent!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, guided masturbation, innocent!reader, Bucky refuses to look at readers pussy until their wedding night, Bucky refers to reader as a little girl once, expectations from the time period, age gap (Bucky is 24 and reader is 18), Bucky denies reader of sex till marriage

With a lot of convincing from Bucky, your father allowed you to move into his house in the countryside of California. It is absolutely beautiful and huge. You’re so overwhelmed by all of the rooms and things inside of it. Even though your father’s house is a very decent size, you’ve never seen one like this before.

You packed all of your things you needed before heading out front. Bucky waited leaning against his black Cadillac in a perfect buttoned up shirt tucked into pants. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he watched you make your way towards him.

The singer threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it before quickly helping you get your suitcases in the trunk. Once that was done, he stepped close to you and looks down at you before pressing a kiss to your lips.

He loved the way you looked in your pastel pink dress and soft white cardigan with your big hair.

“So beautiful.” He murmured before kissing you again making you giggle, “Bucky let’s hurry up before my father changes his mind.”

“Your wish is my command darlin’.”

He opened the passenger door to you and let you inside before shutting it and running to the drivers side.

When you got to his house you were in utter awe. As you drove through the iron gates and saw the fountain in the middle of the curved driveway and the beautiful huge grassy lawn you felt like you were in a whole other dimension.

As soon as Bucky pulled up to the from numerous assistants emerged from the front doors and got your suitcases out for you. Bucky helped you out of the car and gently held your hand as he led you through the grand front doors.

“Why don’t I show you the living room first sweetheart?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. You followed him into the beautiful living room with a gorgeous fire place and comfy couches. A tv set sat on an angle towards the couches. There were potted palm plants in the corners of the room.

“It’s so beautiful in here.” You gushed.

“Well you oughta get used to it honey it’s yours now too.” His words made your heart flip flop. He lead you throughout other parts of the house-more like mansion-before he had one id his assistants tell him he had someone waiting on the phone for him.

“I have to take care of some business but you keep explorin’.” The rockstar gave you a quick kiss before leaving you in the hallway upstairs. You slowly continued to walk till you reached two double doors at the end which was clearly Bucky’s bedroom. You knew you shouldn’t intrude on his private space and how wrong it was for unmarried people to share a bedroom but you just wanted to know what it looked like so bad.

So without any maid or assistant seeing you, you quickly slipped into the room. You closed the door and leaned against it after taking a deep breath. You looked around the room and slowly stepped further. A huge king sized bed was up against the wall in the middle of the room with two nightstands on either side. A another television set was across from the bed. Two doors were inside the room assumably to the bathroom and a walk in closet. The view from the large windows overlooked the backyard with its green lawn and large pool and beautiful landscaping.

Bucky has very good taste, you thought to yourself. There was also a loveseat at the foot of the bed. You walked towards the bed and slowly and carefully sat down on the plush mattress. It was softer than anything you’ve felt before.

Suddenly you felt this wave of tiredness wash over you. You couldn’t sleep last night since you were both so nervous and excited about the big move. And you woke up extra early today. So you found yourself kicking off your heels and lying back on the bed to drift off to sleep.

~Time Skip~

“Y/n, wake up baby.” A familiar baritone voice spoke softly as you slowly opened your eyes. You looked up to see your fiancé-he immediately proposed after the third date which isn’t as insane for this time period-sitting next to your small frame staring down at your fondly. You slowly sat up and yawned, “I’m sorry Bucky. I know I shouldn’t even be in here in the first place but I was just so curious and then I got tired and fell asleep.” You tried to explain yourself the best you could in hopes not to get into too much trouble.

“That’s alright, darlin’. You’ve had a big day today little girls like you can get easily tired.”

“M’not a little girl Bucky.” You laughed softly. The singer leaned down and kissed you.

“You’re precious just like one.” You blushed at that.

Later on as the days went by you got quite used to living with Bucky. The two of you spent time together all the time but when he wasn’t around you occupied yourself by going out to the pool, reading in the home library, watching movies and going shopping.

There were times where you’d get that sensation between your legs and god, you’d do anything for Bucky to take care of it. Too nervous and scared to touch yourself, you needed him badly.

One night you began to kiss him with more passion and started to grind against him. You felt his growing bulge under his satin pajamas but before you two could go any further he put a stop to it, “This is something that’s very special to me and I want to experience it after we’re married.” You pouted at his words, “but this feeling I have-“

“Let me teach you how to touch yourself okay honey? And you won’t have to do it much longer we’re gettin’ married real soon.” He soothed you and you nodded.

So, Bucky sat behind you in front of the floor length mirror and asked you to spread your legs. You were in a short babydoll nightgown. “Now take your panties off. Don’t worry I won’t look.” You took off your panties and he had his eyes closed. “I don’t want to see that pretty pussy of yours till our weddin’ night but I’m gonna do the best I can to show you how to play with it okay?” He opened his eyes but only paid attention to your face in the mirror and not your naked lower body.

“Okay Bucky.” Your soft, sweet voice responded.

“Run a finger up between those folds.” You did as he said, and hissed at the friction. “Good girl now continue to rub those wet lips and try and stick a finger inside.”

You rubbed your wet folds, getting your fingers wet as well before slowly entering yourself using one slender finger. You moaned softly at the feeling. “God if only I could see that pussy right now. Okay now, you know that little button at the top, go ahead and rub that with your thumb, princess.”

You rubbed your clit with your thumb and squealed at the feeling of slight overstimulation before going back in and rubbing your thumb. “Thrust that finger in and out, maybe add a second one too.” Your fiancé suggested and you obeyed him, adding a second finger and fucking yourself while rubbing your clit.

Bucky admired your beautiful face as you relished in the newly found pleasure. “Mmm Bucky I feel so…good. I feel like I’m going to pee!” You cried.

“Don’t stop baby, you’re about to cum and it’s gonna feel so good I promise baby keep goin’.”

You did as he said and finally you experienced your first ever orgasm, you saw stars as you came all over your fingers. You caught your breath and leaned helplessly against Bucky’s chest.

“You did so good Y/n. Such a good girl.” He smiled at you through the mirror and kissed you on the cheek making you blush and giggle.

#marvel rockstar au #marvel x reader #marvel smut #marvel fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #rockstar!bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #60s au #elvis presley #elvis and priscilla

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graceisinthelibrary · 9 months

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A Key to your Heart - Chapter 12 - GraceBe - All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020) [Archive of Our Own]

Last chapter added! Thanks for reading everyone ❤️

#acgas 2020 #all creatures great and small #siegfried farnon #audrey hall #fanfiction #siegfried x audrey #audrey x siegfried #60s au #60s

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bttf-dork · 3 months

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Extra JanAUry doodles

No Pines AU is by @bg-sparrow (@nopinestimeline)

Personal headcanon that No Pines Marty has committed arson at some point 🔥

Stuck in the 60s AU is by @bri-to-the-future

60s Doc is happy because he stole the last tie-dye shirt in Hill Valley from Biff :)

Murderer Lorraine AU is by @synthsays

Tried to do something Kill Bill inspired 🩸👗

#back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #doc brown #lorraine baines #stuck in the 60s au #60s au #murderer lorraine au #no pines timeline #no pines au #evil!marty #bttf janaury #bttf janaury 2024 #roysart

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sweetnsquishy · 10 months

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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚

DO NOT STEAL!!

Description/Author's Note: A 60s Harry Potter AU where I made a character and decided to place her in the 60s lol. Not really following any main story lines from the main franchise but just a little "series" I wanted to start on here and maybe ao3. DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE! Please let me know any thoughts and the main character has a pinterest board lol (i got very excited with making this fic.) *fun fact - throughout the stories, you'll see "familiar" characters that I thought would be fun to include. I did my best with research to make this as "accurate' as possible for a prologue so please enjoy!

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"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat does this every year, announcing the house of countless Hogwarts First Years; the cheers always happen, no matter what house. This time was no different as another witch was added to the serpent den. Millicent Barrows knew what the hat was going to say, Slytherin was in her blood. Being a legacy might've been tough for others but she had been prepared since before she was even born. Millie proudly stood to her house's cheers, with an impish, dimple revealing smirk. She snuck a peek over to the remaining incoming First Years she had come with to look for a "familiar" face, if familiar could include someone you just met. She found the ear-to-ear grin of her train buddy, Ida, hysterically clapping for her and gaining sideways glances from those around her but not letting them affect her. As she took her seat, she was flooded with "welcomes" and "hugs" paired with up and down glances that reeked of "will you live up to the great "Barrows" name?".

After the revelation of Ida being placed in Hufflepuff, the ceremony breezed by. With a final goodnight from Dumbledoore, the hall cleared as Headboys and Headgirls brought their new intake to their common rooms. "Keep up First Years! I don't want to have to repeat myself because I won't" Slytherin's Headboy yelled without even turning around. Millie waved one final goodbye to Ida as she was swept up with her peers trying not to be left behind. While all the other house headed around through the castle, their Headboy led them down for what seemed like forever. With each step, a degree dropped and the air became damp. Reaching the bottom and turning who knows how many turns, the Headboy had brought them to a big door. "When I say this, it will be the only time you will learn it from me, is that understood?" with an eyebrow raised looking over the class, clearly trying to scare them but Millie wasn't worried. "Venenum linguae!" the door squeaked ajar to the Headboy's phrase. "Remember those words." Millie thought to herself, she recognized the root of both words but couldn't exactly place them. She recognized "vene-" which is something with posion and "ling-" having to do with speaking or languages. She wasn't completely sure but she knew it was a start.

Piling into the almost vast common room, the temperature not budging, the Headboy stood on a step to have a better look at his year ones. "Good evening, I am Teddy Sable, the Headboy of Slytherin. Some of you might recognize my name from Sable's Suits and yes, I will be their rightful heir." his voice bounding over the class for such a dainty man. Short and sure of himself, Teddy went through the rules and regulations of what was expected of them as Slytherin students at Hogwarts. Millie knowing everything that was going to come out of his mouth and more, she decided to take a true look at those who were going to be with her day in, day out. A few familiar faces, magic world wise; a few rumored halfbloods here and there and then there were a few faces she had never seen at all. Most likely not purebloods but still intrigued her because she wondered what made them worthy of her house. She knew Teddy because her father and grandfather were longtime investors and customers of Sable's and on a few house calls, she had seen or run into him. He quickly became a big brother figure to her as he was only 2 or 3 years older than her-she could never remember. When he visited this past summer, they had discussed Hogwarts, what there was to look forward to, what to look out for-just anything and everything he could without "spoiling" her First Year experience. Especially with who her family was to Hogwarts and their world.

"This is where I bid you audieu. In your rooms, you will find your things and a few Slytherin gifts. Get your rest, young ones, tomorrow will not wait for you and neither will I. I will see you all at breakfast." With drama and flair, Teddy turned , throwing his robe and ascending up the stairs that followed the step that gave him extra foot above them. With hushed giggles and a few sighs of relief, Millie's peers turned towards each other and started a few introductions. "Are you really a Barrows?" A loud curious voice startled Millie, causing her to turn around to see where it even came from. A boy almost a foot taller than her she doubted he was actually 11 or 12, long brown hair, green eyes staring so hard he seemed like he was constantly trying to figure something out.

"Yes, and you are?"

"Wayne St. Griffis, you probably never heard of me but everyone knows the great Barrows family. You just don't look like a Barrows so I asked my question."

There it is. She was surprised it took someone this quick to bring up the fact that she didn't look like the rest of The Barrows. Her brown skin, deep brown eyes, petite rod-set afro, wide nose, and full lips would definitely be cause for doubt against her black haired, pale skin, green eyed, arched nose and somewhat full lips of the Barrows family. Her family didn't treat her or her mother any different except for the times they let a joke or two slip about how her father wasn't even in the room. She was used to it. "St Griffis? St. Griffis? OH! Are you the same St. Griffis as the one from the Ministry of Magic?" She knew she had heard that name from somewhere. His eyes lit up at the recognition.

"Why yes! I wasn't sure-"

"Oh I recognized your name immediately. It's the same name my father complains about at dinner, something about begging for money or constant nuisance with his ridiculous policies, I can never really remember." Millie shrugged whille feigning innocence, knowing she meant to say that last part a little too loudly for anyone who might've been listening.

Wayne grew pink and his furrowed brow went up in embarassment, those green eyes darting around to their peers to see who might've heard thus ruining his chances of avoiding a social shunning. "Keep it down! Apologies for questioning your liniage but you're not exactly what everyone though you would be."

"If I were you, I would think long and hard about the next thing you say to me."

Pink turning to red in a blink of an eye, Wayne wished Millie goodnight and went to a group that was farthest away, lowering their chances of hearing what had just occured.

Ending the night on meeting less offensive peers and catching up with other wizarding world high society youth she hadn't seen since their last "playdate" (Millie was old enough to realize most of her playdates with kids she had had once or twice and then never again were most likely because their parents were working together). Millie went up some stairs where she found her brown leather trunks that had her initials monogramed in silver and her family crest underneath it. She unpacked, got ready for bed, looked through her chest to see what Slytherin gifts awaited her and found a small ivory box on top of sweaters, robes and a scarf inside. Inside was a note and a long silver locket, on the front a pearl and inside a clock. The note was from her father saying "My little pearl, I know you will make us proud (you have no other choice). Love, Ton Père.".

Letting out a small chuckle, she placed the box and it's contents back in her trunk. Millie was excited for what the next day had waiting for her. Thinking of past holidays where her family would share one too many Hogwarts tales of way back when, she let them comfort and amuse her as she fell asleep.

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