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heartbeat pt. III

Title: Heartbeat Pt. III
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Very mature.
Warnings: Daddy kink, roughness, name-calling, drama, fluff. All kinds of chaos.
A/N: This stupid chapter is 8.3k words, and I’m so worn out because this has been driving me bonkers. I hope you’re ready for some drama, because this is where things start to get real. Let me know what you think, because this one was obviously very difficult to write.

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Peter Pan Imagine/Do you love me?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentally abusive,cruel Pan, 

You never truly understood him, why he was so mean, so cruel, so heartless, for you only knew that you loved him, and your poor loving self thought you could change that, you were wrong.

From the day you met him, you knew you wanted to be with him, something about his mysterious ways drove you crazy. 

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a smile

“Throw her in the lagoon, she’ll die faster!” he yells

“WAIT!” you yell a little alarmed

“Please, let me stay, I want to help.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

You loo at him dead in the eyes,  “Me.”

The next thing you know Peter has you naked in his bedroom

He kisses up and down your neck and you are almost screaming his name,

As he is about to enter you stop him

“This is.. my first time.” you look every other way except in his direction

Peter is automatically irritated, he rolls his eyes, but makes sure you aren’t watching hi, he just wanted to fuck you already. He bends his down in the crook of your neck and starts to whisper “I’ll take go slow okay?”

You think he is the sweetest thing in the world, and of course you didn’t see the eye rolls.

He enters you and you start to feel the pain and start to complain to Peter, at this point he puts his finger in your mouth,

“Bite on this.” he says a little dry , you ignored that.

Next thing you know he starts going in hard and you could barely take it.

“Peter I’m a virgin!” you yell

But he completely ignores that and keeps going

“Peter please go slower”

As if he couldn’t be more of an ass he goes quicker

You’re digging your nails and hiding you face in the pillow you saw next to you begging him to stop, it felt good, but for your first time, it was a bit much.

As he stopped you realized he came and with that you took the pillow from behind your face and blushed as you looked at him.

His hair was a crazy mess, he was sweating, and had a satisfying look on his face, almost a “mission accomplished” look

He then came to your ear and nibbled on it a bit, you giggle as he does so

“You did such a good job baby girl, your king is so proud of you.” as he whispered in your ear, your heart melted, ever since then, this was your nightly routine. You loved making Peter proud of you, he would praise you, he would get you gifts, let you eat the first meal, showering alone, being his lost girl had some perks.

Almost every night Peter would fuck the brains out of you and he would love doing it.

“Do you really like the girl? Or are you just playing with her emotions?” Felix asked Peter

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Peter would say bluntly

“Oh Peter” you would scream his name so loud all of Neverland would hear, and he loved it, you barely could talk the next day because your throat would be red raw from screaming.

One day one of the lost boys got sick and you caught one of the colds they had.

“Not tonight Peter.” you simply say

“Excuse me?” he says

“I got sick and just want to rest.”

“Love please” he would kiss your neck softly, try to get you in the mood.

“Peter, you know I can’t say no to you” you say ans gab his face and kiss his lips.

He quickly takes off his clothes and yours and starts to stroke into you very roughly.

“Oh fuck Peter.”

He grabs the slides of your hips and starts to go very rough, he would always switch positions, doggy stile so that he could pull your hair, he would make you go on top of him, but eventually he would just take over and get on top, he loved being in charge, and if he felt that he wasn’t, he would make it be known by fucking you even harder. 

“Who’s lost girl are you ?” he would ask as he was about to cum

“Your’s Peter!” 

“That’s right.”

After he came he would always leave, he always had to do something.

“Baby please stay.” you begged

“Why would I do that?” he almost laughed

“Usually after people have sex they, I don’t know talk, cuddle, sleep.”

“Don’t be silly love, nobody does that.” he says as he walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, twisting your hair and letting tears come down your face.

You were starting to feel incomplete.

3 Weeks after

After an other night of well,, Peter getting what he wanted , you asked him something.

“Peter.” you lay on the bed still naked

“Not now Y/n I’m very busy.” he says as he puts on his pants

“Do you love me?” you ask almost regretting the question as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Peter looked at you almost in a confused way, and walked outside the door.

With that your heart shattered. You decided that enough was enough and ran after him, putting only a night gown on.

“Pan wait!” you say

He turns around, “Pan?” you were only allowed to call him Peter.

“I am sick of this, I just want to know if you love me or not.” 

“Y/n go back to bed.” he says as he began to talk to Felix

You step in the middle of both of them

“The hell are you doing?” he asked

“I will not move until you answer my question.” you say

“Fine, then we’ll move.” he says and him and Felix leave you, you stay there al night trying to prove a point, breakfast time and you have not moved, you were also sick as a dog, for it was cold that night.

“Come to bed.” you hear his voice and you turn around.

“Why?” you say sniffling your nose.

“Just come.” he says, you follow.

You get to his room and the fire is on, a long with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

“Oh Peter it’s Perfect! But it’s already breakfast time”

“We can skip it.” he kisses down your neck 

“But Peter I actually need it, I’m sick I need nutrition in my body.” you seriously.

“What you need, is me, I can make you feel all better.” he says.

“Peter stop.” you push him away 

“I’m sick, I’m going to get breakfast.” you say firmly

“What’s the point of having a lost girl then?” he mumbles under his breath but clearly wanting you to hear it

“Excuse me?” you began to heat up

“If you’re not going to give me what I want you’re better off sleeping in the tents outside with the rest of the lost boys.” he says as he crosses his arms

“So just because I don’t let you get it in I’m just an other lost boy then huh?” you almost scream

“You might as well be. That’s what I wanted you hear for.” he says bluntly

Your eyes began to tear up. “You’re an asshole.” you run outside and that was the last time you saw Peter.

About 3 months later you got settled in a town called StoryBrooke, you loved it, and you loved your brother Henry, he was your best friend, even though he was younger than you, you told each other everything.

Well the peace didn’t last log because Henry was take, and you were devastated.

As you all meet up in Ruby’s diner you all find ways to know where Henry could be you began to eat Henry’s favorite desert, apple pie.

You ate while the grown ups figured out where he was, they usually could figure out was faster before you since they were the ones with the magic powers.

“Bloody hell, I know where this kid is.” Hook said

You popped your head up a little curious and playing with your food just in case you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

“Where?!” Regina and Emma yelled at the same time.

“Neverland.” he says

Your fork dropped on the floor and so did your heart, you haven’t seen Peter since you yelled a him, since he sad all those terrible things.

You were terrified, but you had to get your best friend and brother back, and Peter was not going to stop you.

Part 2?

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do 28 with Peter? btw, I love your writing, I just find your blog and omg, love it❤️

ahhh thank you so much!! I hope you like this one! 💝 I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve uploaded anything ahah 😅 (lol I think it’s only been like a week whoops)

frenly reminder I’m not currently taking anymore requests for prompts/etc.! I’ve had some more requests come in over the week and just wanted to remind everyone who might be new to my blog that I won’t be taking anymore while I work on the remainder of the ones in my inbox. I’ll let you know as soon as requests are open again 💞

#28 “Babe, I’m never gonna finish this work if you keep doing that.”

Distractions | One shot

“Peterrrrr,” she whined, draping herself over her boyfriend’s shoulders. “Pay attention to meeee.”

Peter chuckled, looking up from what he was working on. His Spiderman suit was laid out across his desk, he had been prodding at the wires, making minor adjustments and improvements.

“Not now babe, I gotta work on the suit a little more,” he tilted his head back to meet her gaze. She was doing her best puppy dog eyes, sticking her bottom lip out at him. He leaned up and kissed her and she immediately took the initiative, spinning his chair around and dropping herself in his lap, deepening the kiss.

“Babe,” he groaned into her mouth. “I really gotta get this done. I’ll take you out to dinner or somethin’ after, promise.”

“But you’ve been working on that damn suit for hours,” she whined again, throwing her head back dramatically.

“I’ll be done sooner if you let me focus for more than five minutes without constantly trying to grope me,” he laughed, brushing a few stray hairs out of her face. “And then I’ll have all the time in the world to focus on you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him before huffing, hopping off his lap and throwing herself onto his bed with a loud “UGH!”

He laughed at her again before turning back to his desk. She watched him from his bed as he tinkered with his suit, his nimble fingers plucking at the wires. She threw her head back on the pillow with another huff, eyeing him for his reaction. Or lack thereof.

At his desk, he rolled his eyes and smirked as he listened to her tossing herself around on his bed. He knew it was driving her crazy, and as much as he wanted to climb on top of her and worship her all night, he had to make sure his suit was functioning properly or it’d never get done.

After ten minutes of being ignored by Peter, she propped the pillow up against the headboard, angling herself to get a good view of him. She’d get his attention one way or another. Wiggling her hips, she slid her sweatpants and underwear off and propped her legs apart, sliding her hand down and rubbing little circles over her clit. After a few minutes, she began to get noisy, her breathing becoming heavier and she let out a small whimper. She saw Peter pause at the sound and he spun around in his chair, his mouth falling open at the sight of her.

“Are you serious right now?” he whined. His girl was spread out on his bed, in his shirt, giving him a front row seat of her playing with herself.

“Mm, what is it Petey?” she said dreamily, not stopping her ministrations on her clit. She slowly pulled up the shirt she had stolen from him, exposing her bare chest to him. She ran her hand over one of her breasts, rolling her finger over her nipple and playing with the metal barbell in it.

He exhaled sharply, spinning around and going back to his suit.

“Nothing,” he muttered.

She grinned, watching him from her place on the bed as she continued rubbing her clit, sliding a finger inside herself and letting out a high-pitched gasp. Peter felt his dick twitch under his sweatpants and tried to push out all thoughts of her and what he wanted to do to her from his mind.

“Babe, I’m never gonna finish this work if you keep doing that.” he pleaded as he heard her moan again, as she continued to touch herself.

“Better hurry, or I might finish before you get to,” she sing-songed from across the room, noting the now painfully prominent boner straining against his sweatpants.

He clenched his teeth together, all he wanted to do at this point was pin her to his bed and go at her until she was a sensitive, trembling mess. Desperately trying to ignore the erotic noises she was making, he focused on the wires in his suit, quickly reconnecting them. Finished, he threw it down on his desk and silently moved to his bed where his girlfriend was still convulsing, eyes shut and not noticing Peter had gotten up.

She felt his hand around her wrist as he pulled it from between her legs and pinned it above her. Her head snapped up off the pillow and she met his eyes, his pupils dilated so far that she almost couldn’t find the hint of chocolate brown around them. Grabbing her hips, he pulled them up off the bed to meet his mouth.

“Peter!” she shrieked as he buried himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips to keep her from toppling over.

Her shrieking quickly turned into low groans as his tongue flicked her clit, before licking and sucking her outer lips. She squirmed in his grip, her hips bucking upwards against his mouth as he licked up and down her pussy. Resting on her shoulders, her eyes rolled back as he swirled his tongue over her clit, gently massaging her hips with his hands.

Dipping lower, his tongue teased her entrance and she jerked under his grip. She felt him smile against her before sliding his tongue inside her, brushing against her inner walls. She wrapped her ankles around his head, trying to coax him deeper inside her. He got the message, and began pushing his tongue in and out of her as she squirmed against him, going deeper each time he re-entered her.

“Peter… oh my god… I’m..” she mumbled, unable to find her words as he continued dragging his tongue over her core. She felt the heat building in her abdomen and gripped the bed covers beneath her.

“Gonna come… Peter I’m gonna come…” she finally found the sentence she’d been searching for and felt him tighten his grip on her as he began sucking on her sensitive nub. Her mouth fell open and she thrusted her hips up towards his mouth, crying out his name as she felt herself tipping over the edge, when he pulled away from her.

He gently lowered her hips back to the bed, and she whined at the absence of him.

“What? You think you’re the only one who gets to be a tease?” he grinned, his mouth and chin slick with her juices.

She huffed in frustration and he slid his shirt off, tossing it over his head before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants. She sat up as his member sprung free and pulled the shirt she wore off and crawled closer, taking him in her hand. She gazed up at him, kissing the base of his cock and dragging her tongue upwards.

His let out a throaty groan and leaned back on his ankles as she slowly moved back down, pressing kisses on the underside of his shaft. She wrapped her lips around him and began bobbing her head up and down over him. Running his fingers through her hair, he gently pushed her down further. The tip of his cock brushed against the back of her throat and he hissed, tightening his grip on her hair. She hummed around him as she proceeded to deep throat him, when he pulled her back.

“W-Wait,” he stammered. “Not yet… I wanna come inside you.”

Gently pushing her on her back, he crawled over her, trailing sloppy kisses up her neck. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, dragging the tip up and down, and a small whine escaped her throat.

“You have no patience at all, do you?” he chuckled, pushing himself inside her.

He felt her relax immediately as his cock filled her, wrapping her arms around his neck and snaking her fingers through his brown curls. Hooking her legs over his hips, he began slowly moving in and out of her.

“Peter…” she moaned in his ear, her hips rocking with his.

“Yes princess?” he hummed in her ear. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and began peppering kisses along her jaw.

“It f-feels so good,” she whimpered against his ear, digging her nails into his back.

“God, you feel amazing,” he murmured, licking and sucking her neck, leaving red marks across her skin.

Her cries grew louder as she edged closer to her climax, pressure building inside her. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head as thrusted himself inside her harder, his hips slapping against hers. He could feel her walls gripping him as he pushed deeper inside her, bringing him closer to his own orgasm. She writhed underneath him, mumbling incoherent pleas in his ear as the friction between their bodies continued to build.

“I want you to come for me, princess.” he whispered at the base of her neck, dragging his tongue over her skin.

“Peter… uhhh…” she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, holding him close as her body stiffened. “Oh god, Peter!”

“Fuck!” he growled, burying his face in her neck as he slowed his thrusting, shuddering as he erupted inside her. He spent what could have been an hour slowly rocking against her body, waves of pleasure washing over both of them as they continued to ride out their orgasm. Each moment left her in bliss, her body clenching around him and coating his member with her release. His body finally relaxed and he collapsed on top of her, both of them shaky and panting.

He placed a kiss on her forehead before getting up and disappearing to the bathroom, where he returned with a damp towel. He sat down next to her and started cleaning her up, her breathing still irregular as her heart rate began to slow back down.

Her hands moved up his neck, cupping his face and pulling him down to her, kissing him softly. He rolled over on his back, pulling her on top of him and running his fingers through her hair. They remained still for a moment, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing, her curled up against his chest as he continued twirling strands of her hair around his fingers.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head delicately. 

“I love you too Peter.“

I almost lost you...

Expect a number of mini ficlets based on kiss prompts from me over the next few days. This first one was requested by a lovely nonnie -  Captain Duckling and “I almost lost you” kiss. (rated T, 1600 words)


The tip of her silver spoon dips in and out of her lamb stew as she tries to conjure an appetite, her mind too full of other things to focus on the meal before her. It’s been much the same each time she’s sat at this table these past few weeks, eating enough to sustain, but too nervous to indulge - even when presented with her favorite meal of warm brie on toast. He left before dawn almost two fortnights ago, taking with him her heart. The truth of this had hit her like a kick to the gut she received once while learning to fight with one of the Royal Guard, feelings she’s been avoiding stealing her breath as his ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon. A shakily forged alliance between Pirate Captain and Queen Snow had set him on this journey, his task to pretend to be an ally and ascertain The Evil Queen’s plan.

The man she apparently loves is attempting to trick the most dangerous villain in all the realms and she’s just supposed to sit here and eat food and breathe and - oh god - something’s wrong. Her stomach heaves and her spoon chips the china bowl as it falls from her fingers. Sweat immediately begins to tickle at her temples and along the back of her neck as her own light magic pulses to life beneath her fingertips.

“Emma, what is it?” 

Snow is on her feet and kneeling before her in seconds and Emma lets her hand be taken in her mother’s strong ones, knowing her magic will never hurt the ones she loves. 

“I…I…I’m not sure, I just feel, something has happened…” 

A loud crash and muffled voices cut off her ramblings and soon Grumpy is barreling into the dining room, his face a mask of annoyance as he shakes off one of the palace guards. 

It’s here! The Jolly Roger, it’s back!” 

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in vitibus veritas

… in which Emma, Hook, and Neal are unwilling participants in one of Pan’s little games while in Neverland.

Idea shamelessly stolen from the latest episode of Shadowhunters. For @ofshipsandswans​, thanks for the help and inspiration! ♥


A mix of annoyance and dread mingled in the pit of Emma’s stomach as she trudged along the path behind Hook, his black leather cloak swinging heavily with each swaggering step he took. Cracking leaves and heavy footsteps behind her told her that Neal was following closely, bringing up the rear. Emma wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but the guys had lined up, taking her between them, without any kind of discussion. Unfortunately, it made sense. She didn’t know the jungle like either of them did, and judging by Hook’s confident stride, he knew where he was going.

Still, she wished for different company. They’d had to split up, and it made sense to have a magic user in each group, but Emma would much rather have gone with her parents. Since that would have left Regina with Hook and Neal, though, it had never really been an option.

This arrangement was the one least likely to cause friction, and Emma knew it. Even so, Hook and Neal was a combination that she would normally have avoided at all costs.

But really, Hook with anyone was a bad combination. He had a talent for finding people’s buttons, and little self-control when it came to pushing them.

Although her father had stopped glowering at him. Progress, of a sort.

Ahead, the path opened into a clearing, and Hook’s steps slowed. He looked back over his shoulder. “Careful,” he warned. “Keep your eyes and ears open.”

They were halfway across the clearing when Emma felt something—a shiver at the base of her neck, and a tugging in her chest, prompting her to look left into the trees. She reached out to grab the sleeve of Hook’s coat, pulling him to a stop. “Wait,” she ordered, peering into the dense jungle.

“What’s wrong?” Neal demanded.

Hook said nothing, his hand on the pommel of his sword, eyes following Emma’s.

“I’m not sure,” Emma had to admit. “I just feel… something.”

“You feel something,” Neal echoed, coming to a stop at her other side. “Okay…”

“Oh, very good,” said a voice, and a lithe figure stepped out from the trees, where his green outfit had effectively camouflaged him.

Peter Pan.

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Unintentional Chapter One: The Other Woman

Story summary: Your friendship with Jensen is put on the line when you have to film a few, suggestive scenes with him. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal, except that Jensen is happily married. And there was definitely chemistry between the two of you. 

Request: Hi! Could I request a Jensen X Reader with angst please? I´m pretty much a sucker for angst. you can always add some fluff in it if you want :)

A/N: This request made me birth a series. Also, this story is not meant to disrespect Daneel in anyway. This is all for the purpose of fiction. :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (Sort of, but not quite yet)

Warnings: Smutty-ish (no actual sex, just on screen stuff for the show), masturbation, fantasizing. 

Word Count: 1.8k

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When Jensen’s tongue slid into your mouth, you melted into him. One of his hands moved up to cup your cheek, and the other tangled itself in your hair, pulling slightly. He pressed his body into yours, pinning you against the wall even harder. That’s when you felt his arousal, and that’s when you knew that you weren’t just imagining things. You ached for him in ways you’d never ached before, not with anyone else; you needed him. Just as you were getting ready to hike your leg up around his waist, the director yelled cut.

Jensen pulled away from you quickly, avoiding eye contact with you before subtly trying to adjust himself. That scene wasn’t supposed to get so steamy, and it was a good thing the director liked it; because you didn’t think that either of you could handle doing it again. You brought your hand to your mouth, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You looked up at Jensen, making brief eye contact with him before bolting for your trailer.

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Be My Serpent {Reader Insert}

Imagine: Finishing a five year college degree is exhausting. Moving into a new town is daunting. Isn’t it good that the local gang leader is happy to lend a hand.

Summary: With no plans for her future, {Y/N} moves to Riverdale in hopes of figuring things out. Alas, the ideas cut short, and so every night she finds herself trudging into the local bar. A couple of weeks go by, and tension rises between herself and a rather attractive older man. One day, she caves, and he gets what he wanted the first day she rolled into town.

Warnings: F/M Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), Reader is about 23 (no underage activities of any kind)

Request?: Yes! First one too! Anonymous asked for an FPxReader, where she doesn’t really know what to do after college and so moves to Riverdale. As requested, I’ve made it smutty (apologies if it’s crappy, first smut text piece ever). Hope it’s up to your standards, little nonny.

Word Count: 2379

Tag list: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any/particular posts.

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, credit to the user that made it. The Riverdale characters are not mine, credit to the writers and producers. If you do not like smut, do not read this piece. Let’s say there’s a slight alteration in the plotline of Riverdale, where FP is divorced and so this is not morally wrong whatsoever.

A/N: Sooooooo, my first smut piece. I’m quite happy with this, tbh. But of course, do let me know what you think! I’m always open to criticism, it is the only way I can improve and write what you want to read, after all! And my ask box is always open to new inspirations. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤 

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I’ve Lived A Long Bloody Time

Captain Duckling Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with a soul mark that only has one match. The day you reach 20, you stop aging until you find your match. (1/?)

For my lovely valentine @princess-emma-of-misthaven. Sorry, it’s a little late. I loved talking to you these past weeks and I hope to chat more.

Killian Jones has been plagued his whole life, a lot of bloody years, by the swan beneath his collar bone.

It’s a simple soul mark but a rare one.

Simple in it’s design, it consists of two lines—a thick curving line in the shape a hook, swooping down and out, thinning into a gentle curve like that of a closed eyelid and another, slightly rippled line starting about two-thirds of the way down from the first, rising, falling and then rising again, flicking up like wave smashing against rocks.

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concentrate + mgc

(gif made by @luketivist)

>synopsis ~ u lose ur vibrator somewhere in the apartment u share with roommate!michael, and he kinda wont mind helping u out((;
>requested ~ yess @mioety gave me this awesome prompt i love it a lot
>word count ~ 2936
> a/n ~ idk why this turned so fluffy towards the end but who cares
requests are sent in here // masterlist

With your leggings pushed off your legs, you lay on your floor, rummaging through one of the boxes you set aside beneath your desk. You took things out, then set them back in, proceeding to check three times in case you missed it the first or second time. Sitting up on your knees, you pushed your hair from your face, and tapered your eyes across the room, swearing under your breath. It must’ve been somewhere, although in its defence, you hadn’t used it in a good two months. Standing up, you walked to the other side of your room, swinging open the cabinet in the alcove, you bent down, taking out every pair of underwear you kept, and groaning when, of course, it still wasn’t there. Slamming the cabinet shut, you approached your door, pulling it open and slipping into the corridor.

Michael, fortunately, was out to finish the last tracks for his band’s new album, and told you to not wait up for dinner seeing as they planned to celebrate afterwards. He insisted you to come, but you very much needed a night alone, which so far went well – up to the point where you misplaced your vibrator. Now, you were pacing around the apartment, your hair still wet from the bath, and only a buttoned up night shirt over your underwear. Sighing, you peer over the threshold of the bathroom and stepped in, opening up your cabinet beneath the sink. After many petty arguments about whose razor was whose, you and Michael both decided to have separate cabinets – his above the sink, and yours below.

You pushed everything in your way to the side – pads, wax strips, hair removal cream, shower gels – in vain hopes that the vibrator would be somewhere behind them. Although you knew you wouldn’t have kept it in a place where your roomate could find it, you still checked everywhere in the bathroom to make sure. You didn’t need him to know the sordid details of your privacy, just as you didn’t need to know his, either. The tightness in your stomach grew, and you sat yourself down. The wetness between your thighs was too much of a distraction for you to concentrate on anything else.

Entering the living room, you slumped across the sofa, tugging up your legs, and rubbing your thumb over your forehead. Where could it be? Your clit pulsed beneath your underwear, but you refused to take them off. Not unless you found your vibrator. You knew you couldn’t make yourself feel as good just with your fingers – it just wasn’t something you were good at. Every moment you tried pushing it away, the ball knotted in your stomach deepened into your heat. Huffing, you pushed your hair from your eyes, and tried switching on the TV. Your fingers trembled and your head whirled. You couldn’t remember a time your body was begging as much as this.

When you heard the lock on the front door click, you weren’t even bothered to hide your naked legs. You lay there, your gaze meeting Michael’s as he walked into the apartment. He stopped taking off his jacket midway, and stared at you, eyebrows furrowed as he tried figuring out what happened. Of course, you looked like a mess – no pants, your hair still wet, and an unamused expression washed over your face.

He laughed. “You okay?”

“No.” You crossed your arms, and averted your attention to the TV. An old rerun of Pretty Little Liars was playing on the low volume.

Shaking his head, he hooked up his jacket and joined you on the couch, pushing your legs out of the way so he had room. Unfazed by seeing you half naked, he snatched the remote out of your hand and changed the channel. You stared at him, and considered kicking him off the sofa so you could reclaim your taken space. Shrinking into your corner, you pulled your knees up beneath your chin.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, not looking away from the TV.

Heat rose up your neck; you touched your cheek with the back of your hand – warm. “I lost something.”

You watched his Adam’s apple move beneath his throat, and found yourself staring at his lips. Bloomed with red, and parted perfectly enough to take a sip of the beer he brought into the apartment. Any other day, you would’ve been paranoid he would spill it somewhere, but that evening, all you could see was how good his mouth looked smeared with alcohol – shiny and wet. You looked away when he met your gaze, an eyebrow raised, and a teasing shimmer in his eyes.

“It’s rude to stare,” he said, and chuckled. “What have you lost? I can take a look for it.”

Bewildered, you sat up, shaking your head. “No, it’s… it’d be weird if I asked you to look for it.”

“Why? I can help.” He leaned over and set the beer can down while you watched the muscles of his back flex. You had to stop, you told yourself, but couldn’t bring yourself to shake out how good he looked in his tank. You could see a strip of skin showing through the arm hole that dipped all the way down to his waist. He faced you. “You’re always losing things, anyway.”

You blushed harder, considering to tell him. “It’s…”

“It’s…?” He regarded you expectantly.

You breathed in, and glanced out the window, not meeting his eyes. Running your fingers up your leg, you curled your toes over the sofa. “I lost my vibrator.”

Silence lapsed over you both, until it cracked with his subdued chuckle. His lack of composure made you stare at him, and he held both arms up in defence. Before he could say anything, you beat him to it.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You laughed.”

“Was I not meant to?”

Sending him a glare, you swung your legs off the sofa and stood, stalking out of the living room and across the corridor. You knew you shouldn’t have told him, it would end in humility on your end. Unsure whether you could even look him in the eye, you locked yourself in the bathroom, and remained with your hand on either side of the sink and lifting your gaze to your reflection in the mirror. You pushed your messy hair from your forehead and ran your thumb down to your bottom lip, staring at how flushed they’d become beneath the self-inflicted bite marks you left on them. Your shirt sagged down your shoulder, and you could’ve been mistaken from coming fresh out of a room full of sweaty sex, when it was really the opposite. Slamming your hands on the sink, you groaned, turning around and opening the bathroom door. Michael was waiting in the corridor for you, and looked up when he saw you come out.

“You’re not angry with me, right?” he asked gently, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and casting your eyes to the ground. His voice was deep and raspy, and you unwillingly thought of what else he could say, how close he could be to you… Surprised to have such thoughts about your roommate, you advanced into your bedroom without a response, but he caught you by the wrist. “I’m sorry for – fuck, this is so stupid – I’m sorry for teasing you.”

Smiling, you twisted your wrist around. “I’m not angry with you.”

He tugged at your arm gently. “Look at me.”

Obliging, you turned around, faced with his breath gliding across the slant of your nose, and the faintness of his cologne teasing you a little closer. You couldn’t bare to lift your eyes to his, because you knew what they’d read – you knew they’d be spilling with curiousity of what could’ve possibly had you so worked up to submit to telling him what you lost. You couldn’t bare to meet his gaze because you knew with one look, you were gone, and you would be melting into his hands and telling him every sordid thought that passed your mind as your hand passed your heat. He was near to you, near enough to inhale the scent behind your ear. When his hand reached up and into the curve of your neck, he brushed his thumb across the shiny skin on your cheekbone. For the first time in your life, you found yourself shy in front of Michael Clifford.

Pulling the hem of your shirt down, you tried covering your cold thighs, stepping only a little nearer towards him. You could hear him breathe in, and watched his Adam’s apple bob. You tilted your head up, whispering, “don’t make me want you. I’m so ready for anything, I could let you take me in this corridor.”

Your heart beat sped up at your own words, and you anticipated his response.

The sound of his mouth moving as he spoke rose hairs all over your arms. “I hate hearing you play with yourself. I hate it. I hate it, because it’s the proof another pair of fingers are making you cum that aren’t mine.”

His hand slipped away from your face, and flattened over your collarbones, making their way down to the slope of your breast. You bit your lip, and laced your fingers into his shirt, while his caught onto your nipple above your clothes. The TV remained humming from downstairs, and the wind blew in through the open windows. Everything tangled around you both, standing in the corridor while you passed every boundary you set up when you first moved in. He groaned into your hair when his palm moved around to settle between your legs, feeling how you soaked well into your underwear.

Gripping one of your thighs, he mumbled, “jump up, for me.” And when you did, your legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands going under to hold you up, and he was walking you into your bedroom.

Your back hit the mattress, but you didn’t release his hips. He kissed you, and hard at that, his lips finding yours for a moment you could pin down to the point of when your nerves begun soaring for him. He settled between your legs and steadied your hips, smiling down at you, and loving the way your lips pulsed as his mark on you. You ran your hands over his shoulders, trying to familiarise yourself with the body you’d wanted to touch for so long. You remembered all the nights where you tossed and turned with your vibrator running over your clit, consumed with the thought of him. He parted your legs, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck,” you said, feeling the denim of his jeans graze your core when he took your underwear off. “God, I can’t believe this. I’m soaking your pants.”

“I’m not complaining, sweetheart.” He attempted to move you to unbutton them, until he was met by a whimper leaving your mouth as you ground against him. His fingers tickled the bottom of your spine. “Baby, do you wanna ride my thigh? Hmm?”

Regarding him, you balanced your hands on his waist. “I need you.”

“Is that so?” He rose an eyebrow. “You have me.”

“No, no, no,” you trailed a hand down to his crotch, feeling how warm he was as his member was a bump beneath your palm. “I need this.”

Chuckling, he cupped your fist, draping your arm over his shoulder. You blushed fiercely, the proximity between the two of you still taking you by surprise. His mouth was warm when he kissed you again, his tongue finding your bottom lip, then his teeth. Nervously, you kissed down his jaw, unsure what he liked, but hoping he didn’t mind. His grip fell on your hips, and let you slide over the denim on his jeans, a gasp tearing through your lips as the friction sent a burst of shock through you.

“Is that okay, Y/N?” he mumbled into the crown of your head, and you nodded, apprehending the next moment impatiently. “I love how you sound, baby.”

Your cheek pressed against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut when he reached down and rubbed your clit himself. The pad of his finger was callused, and you wanted to drown in the feeling of having the heel of his hand press into your waist with him making you feel better than you could’ve done in all the time you had. He traced the tip of his finger across you, coating it in your own wetness and circling the small bud, a leap of delight causing you to flinch and hold him tighter against your body. Your hips were drifting off his lap, giving him more space to make you feel good.

“Fuck,” you said, lips mumbling over his tank top. “What are you doing to me, Michael? It’s like you know my body better than I ever did.”

He slid his finger down to your core, biting his lip and gripping your hips when he felt you inhale deeply. “I’d do anything to make you feel good.”

Tilting your head up, you caught his mouth in a kiss, and he lay down on the bed, keeping your legs split across his waist. Feeling yourself blush under his gaze, you lifted his top, the skin of his belly soft and supple underneath your hands. Pushing the tank all the way up, you let him take it off, then proceed to unbutton your shirt. You shared a nervous laugh when his bracelet caught onto one of them, and his warm hand was pressed against your chest as he tried unhooking himself from you. Smiling, you unknotted the loop, and shrugged of your shirt, leaning over him with your naked chest on his.

“It feels like I’ve done this before,” he murmured as you unzipped his jeans. “This doesn’t feel awkward or strange – you feel like home.”

Your futile attempt at hiding a smile made him kiss you – not hard, nor lustful, but with an unspoken amount of love neither of you had ever admitted to each other. The love that he denied when he woke up and saw you making breakfast, or the love that you denied when he came home from a long day and felt happy to be around him again. You both shared tokens of love that were small enough to be ignored by anybody else, but neither of you ignored them. You pretended the feelings didn’t exist, but all of them did. Every single one. You reached up, lacing your fingers with his.

“You’ve always felt like home,” you told him, and sat up, running your finger along the skin above his underwear line. “I need you.”

His eyes lifted to yours, and he smiled, repeating his words the last time you said that. “You have me.”

Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you tugged his underwear down, his member growing in your hand. You pumped him, collecting his precum on your thumb and his body trembling as he groaned, taking your free hand and kissing the back of it. His cock was hard already, but you wanted to make sure he felt as wonderful as you did when you were in his grip. You picked up your pace, but he quickly grabbed you wrist.

“I don’t want to cum just yet.” Sitting up, he tugged you closer to him. “I want to cum inside you.”

Sighing in relief, you ran your hands up his length one more time, lifting your hips and trailing his tip along your slit, which was wet from your arousal. He swore, watching you in your actions. He licked his middle finger and ran it across your clit, catching you by surprise and turning you on more than you thought you could. He filled you up, and you both moaned, his grasp on your hand tightening when you clenched around him. His palm went to your waist, helping you ride him and leaning in to kiss you.

“Michael,” you said softly on his mouth, “you feel better than I could ever imagine.”

“I could say the same for you.” He bucked his hips up, and emitted a cracked whine. “Jesus Christ, I’m so close. Already. I’ve barely even touched you.”

You shake your head, quickening your pace and making him reel in surprise. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach, and you tense up, nails digging into his thighs and he grabbed you, pulling you close and whispering into your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can you feel that, baby? Can you feel me throbbing in you?”

“God, I’m gonna cum.”

He rutted his hips onto yours, going in deep. “Cum for me, baby.”

A few moments later, your held him close to you, breathing him in and trying your best to root yourself, but you couldn’t. The orgasm washed over you hard, and you trembled, feeling the muscles in his stomach tighten as he joined you, the remains of his climax running down your thighs. You fell on top of him, unable to find the strength to get up. He played with your hair, catching his breath and pulling the duvet over your shoulders. You could barely open your eyes.

“Don’t want you getting cold,” he said, and you laughed gently. “Did that feel good?”

You nodded. “Amazing. Thank you.”

He kissed your head, through your hair, and exhaled. “Anything for you. Anything.”

anonymous asked:

can i request a shy tony fic? like the team finding out how freaking shy tony really is after they move in together? basically tony being really shy and self-concious about many everyday things. he's not the talkative, self-confident playboy they thought he was, he is the contrary and it wakes up the instinct to protect and treasure in them.

i’ve snet you a shy tony prompt and now i realize that i forgot to add sensitive to the list. because let’s be honest that boy is really sensitive and emotional.

Natasha actually knows that Tony is shy af because of previous spying on him. She thinks it’s cute but she’ll help him out anyway because she knows he’s sensitive. <3 (Basically she’s a Natasha and Jan (from AvAc) hybrid.) Look out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.


Tony heard voices in the kitchen and slowed to a stop outside the doorway. The voices… sounded pleasant enough. And it was his house. And he was Tony Stark. There was no reason not to go in. Except that he was wearing yesterday’s clothes and he was pretty sure he had oil in his hair. Should he go shower first? He should probably go shower first.

He turned and let out a tiny noise of terror when he found Natasha standing behind him. “Eep!”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, then looked him up and down. “…You look fine.”

Tony lifted his hand, then stopped halfway to his head, self-conscious. “I don’t—have oil in my hair?”

“You do, but I’m pretty sure they kind of expect you to be a mess.”

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Reggie x Reader: The Best Woman (Epilogue)

WARNING: ANGST (HEAVY), SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEATH, SICKNESS

IF ANY OF THOSE MIGHT TRIGGER YOU OR YOU THINK WILL TRIGGER YOU DO NOT READ OKAY?????

ALSO, this story is heavily influenced by the movie, “Love, Rosie” in fact I will be using THE WHOLE WEDDING SPEECH in this chapter.

Plot: The one where everything that mattered remained unsaid.

Originally posted by flyngdream

You had no idea.


You had no idea that you would break Reggie in two when you took those tablets. 


You had no idea he would fall on his knees and would not move for seven hours when he received the call that you’re body was found floating and lifeless in the beach that held nothing but precious untainted memories he cherished. 


You had no idea that everything will turn grey and dull in his world because if he was the Technicolor then you were the sun; colors didn’t matter without the sun. Nothing mattered without the sun.


You had no idea that it would take him three days to eat something and not throw it up hours later as he remembered the red flags he missed in your conversation, six days to stop having reoccurring nightmare of your crying and pale face begging him for help, and three weeks before he would utter another word and that his first word would be your name. 


That he would spend five hours just staring at your final resting place and begging God to turn back time so he can change everything, so that he can kiss you in front of that shitty reception and tell you to stay, so he can dance with you one last time – just a second longer – to a never-ending song, so that he won’t have to lose you and to finally tell you he loved you.


Has loved you for a while now.


He just didn’t know it – realized it a few hours too late.


You had no idea that he would mourn for the rest of his life for the loss he suffered when he lost you; the one constant thing in his life.


You had no idea that even when aged caught up to him and he was frail and weak, he was still walking up to the hill where your grave lies, placing fresh flowers of different kinds – because he may not remember much anymore but he knows you never had a favorite one – on the vase and cleaning up the headstone, repeating the same routine he did every week ever since he lost the love of his life.


You had no idea he loved you too.


Because if you did, this story would be very different and Reggie wouldn’t have to lose the girl who was supposed to find a happier ending with him.


But you didn’t because the two of you weren’t good with words and both of you kept what matters most a secret.


So, Reggie couldn’t do anything but live the rest of his life, counting the days for the ‘another life’ to arrive where he can finally see you again. Where he can finally see your smile and brush your hair away from your face and pick you up just to piss you off.


When that time arrives he swore to himself he will do the right thing and love you the right way. He will be reckless and tell you he loves you, have loved you in that life and in this. He will kiss you and hug you and then kiss you again, planning to keep you safe from the world forever.


And of course, in another life with another ending, he can finally ask you out to prom.


Zach woke up with a start, sweating and breathless as his alarm clock screamed at him.


5:00, it was time for his morning run but he doubts he’d have enough energy for his route after that dream of his.


What the hell was that?


Zach took his running shorts and a random shirt before picking up his gym bag, where his extra outfit and other random school necessities resided, before throwing it to the backseat of his car and jogging along his usual route.


Zach couldn’t help but get confused by his dream. He saw himself and you, only older and different and… sadder. He couldn’t remember everything but he knew you were there and so was he yet somehow you weren’t yourselves – not really.


He didn’t remember much but he knew it was a nightmare.


He knew it didn’t end well and that was what’s fucking him up the most. As he ran and ran, finally turning back around to the direction of his house he could barely remember anything from his dream except the party, your sad stares, the heaviness in his heart, and the word prom.


Why does that word keep repeating in his mind like a broken machine?


Was it because prom was coming up? And the pressure and competition to become prom king and to win the championship was getting to him?


It never bothered him before he wondered what was so different now.


After he showered and got dressed he took his keys and turned on the ignition in his machine. Glancing at his phone to see a text from Justin about practice later this afternoon.


He smirked, already hearing the complaints and screams of their coach when he realized Zach was gonna ditch practice (again) to hang out with you. Justin’s already jealous enough that Zach prefers the to hang out with the ‘other best friend’, as Justin likes to call you since he still can’t accept that he is the side hoe, and this will only add fuel to the flame. Zach couldn’t give two fucks though, the both of you have been planning this since last month and it will take an apocalypse for him to miss it.


He carefully parked and went out of his car to knock on your door. He can hear your voice and your mother’s screams inside before the door opened wide, with your smiling face.


“Well, good morning to you, cupcake, aren’t you just a sight to behold,” he laughed, looking at your unruly hair and breathlessness. “Morning, Mrs. (Y/L/N)! You look lovely today.”


“Morning darling, still a charmer I see,” your mom screamed from the living room.


“Come on, Zachary, stop flirting with my mom.” You joked as you crossed your arms with his, his immediately and unconsciously tightening up to slightly trap yours in it. He laughed loudly as he took your bag from your shoulders.


“You still up for this weekend?” he wiggled his eyebrows knowing it would make you laugh.

“Wouldn’t dare miss it, Zachy.”


Zach opened the door for you, carefully placing your bag beside his at the back before taking his place in the driver seat. As you took the long road to your school, as always, Zach couldn’t help but let his mind wander to his dream.
Everything in it seemed so old yet so familiar that he was almost convinced it was real. He shook his head silently, why were you so sad?


‘ … me out to prom’
‘… prom.’


“What?” Zach gave you a glance to see your confused yet amused face. “You’re muttering like a madman in there, care to share?”


“Nothing,” he tried to play it off. “Just a weird dream I had.”


“Ooooh,” you leaned up to him, getting ready for another one of his weird and ‘symbolic’ visions. “What is it this time?”


Zach chuckled, giving you another small once over, eyes stopping at your eyes and in a split-second he swore it was replaced by the tired, sad eyes he had in his dreams making his heart stop. He blinked furiously and then you were you again. “Couldn’t remember much, to be honest,” he lied, too afraid of what he saw and what it could possibly mean.


You rolled your eyes, knowing all too well when he is lying. “Bet it was a wet dream.”


“Was not!” he defended too quickly making you laugh.


“Whatever, crazy.” That was what Zach loved about you; even after being best friends your whole lives you still didn’t feel entitled to know everything about him.


‘ .. prom.’


He cursed silently. “So, are you going to prom, next week?” Zach tried to give it a shot, hoping the voice will stop.


He clearly caught you off guard when your eyes widened and you shook your head, hooking some strand of hair behind your ears – a nervous habit. “Nah, not my thing.” You scoffed, and Zach knew you were lying. 


He always does. 


“Plus, I wouldn’t let anybody give me more shit for not having any date. Walker would have a field day.”


“… me out to prom.”


“I could be your date.” What?


“What?”


Zach was flabbergasted, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind to be your date because well were friends, right?” Zach tried to defend himself and get himself out of this shitstorm he accidentally created. “And I bet you would look really pretty when you’re done up – NOT that you’re not pretty now but like, okay you’re beautiful—“

“Wait, I’m what?” You asked, confused as your best friend reddened more and more.


‘…prom’
‘…prom’


“NO! I mean, yes! But I don’t mean it in a romantic way. Not that I would mind being in a relationship with you because well, you are really beautiful and smart and like perfect and we have been friends for a long time now and –“

‘ … prom’

“Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey, are you confessing to me right now?”


“YES! AND I KNOW IM DRIVING AND I COULD GET US BOTH KILLED CAUSE I AM SO DISTRACTED BUT I LIKE YOU OKAY AND I HAVE LIKED YOU FOR A LONG TIME NOW AND I WAS JUST WONDERING IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO GO TO PROM WITH ME!?”


Zach quickly stepped on the break, making the two of you lurch forward and it was so silent that you could literally hear your breathes in the car.


Zach visibly groaned. “Please tell me I didn’t just say that.”


The silence was your answer.


“Please tell me I just didn’t ruin everything.”

“You didn’t,” you quickly reassured him and he felt a thorn on his heart being removed. “You just saved me from confessing to you in the first place so, to be really honest with you, you just made everything better.”


Zach looked at you so quick you could’ve sworn his neck snapped a bit.


“And yes, I would like to go to prom with you,” you continued and as he was about to speak you placed a finger in his mouth.


“On one condition,”

“Please don’t tell me we’re gonna go as friends.”


You laughed and so did he. “Quite the opposite, I’ve always dreamed of going to prom with my first boyfriend.”


Zach smirked. 


“Well, you could’ve waited till I asked you to be my girlfriend first but –“

“If I may remind you it took you 15 years to just confess to me and I would like to speed this shit up.”


Zachary couldn’t help the blush spreading throughout his face but he smirked it away, not wanting to lose this teasing game.“Oooh, are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“Don’t make me change my mind, you ass–”


Zach leaned in even further, took your chin with his thumb and pointer finger before giving you a kiss. “I guess being your boyfriend is pretty cool too.”


“You’re damn right it is.”
You mumbled against the lips, nothing tasted as sweet.


Zach laughed, choosing not to let go of your hands as he resumed his driving.


“If only I knew risking a car accident was the only way you’d confess to me I could’ve done it earlier,” you mumbled, laughing a bit by how this day turned out.


“Yeah, yeah let it go,” Zach mumbled, still embarrassed by how his mentally well-planned romantic confession went to hell.


The two of you laughed, unaware that yours was a love story that was written in the stars by two star-crossed lovers that fought life, death, destiny – and any other forces of nature to get the happy ending they both deserved.


“Zach?”

“Hmm?” Zach gave you a glance after parking his car, kissing the back of your hands to give the message that he was listening..


“Can you promise me we will not fuck it up?”


“We will,” Zach contradicted causing your brows to furrow. “We will fuck it up a lot – more me than you, to be honest but that’s okay because I can promise you that I will not give up.” You held your breathe afraid of destroying this moment.


“We will keep fucking up and fixing it and that’s what we’ll do that for the rest of our lives, okay?”


You could cry at how mature Zach looked in that moment – at how serious and how genuine and how long term he saw this relationship that you have been dreaming about ever since you discovered love in the form of a boorish and loud seven year old boy in the park.


“Promise me we won’t give up.”
Zach took took your face in his hands, making you look at him.


You smiled, gifting his lips with a small peck, hoping it was enough to tell him how much you loved him.


You were never good with words, anyway.


“Will do, my love.”

  • Mika: You're lucky Guren, if it weren't for the others you'd be dead by now. But that don't mean you're off the hook, I'd keep your head down if I were you.
  • Guren: Well, I don't need to keep my head down cause unlike yourself, I don't give blowjobs to truckers.
  • Mika: For a start, Yuu could barely drive a car let alone a truck.
  • Guren: What.
  • Yuu: What.
  • Mika: What.
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Requested by Anon
Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader
Word count: 322
Warnings: None


”Hey Jackson!” you squealed from the field when you saw him step onto the bleachers, gym bag slung around his shoulder as he waved at you. ”Looking good today” you yelled again, earning a satisfied smirk from him.

”Hello to you too, training bra” he answered and you playfully twirled your hair between your fingers while biting your lip. ”It’s new, you like it?” yours and Jackson’s obvious and loud flirting got everyone’s attention, especially your alpha’s.

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Officer Rogers (Captain Hook) Season 7 Custom Funko

So I love doing funkos in uniform and this was a great little thing to do.  He uses a 12th doctor head because Colin seems to have a bit of a neater trim to his facial hair in the Hyperion Heights scenes so I didn’t want to use one of the standard Hook heads.  His hair, and eyebrows are painted in the color I normally use for Hook.  The body comes from a Pornstache funko from Orange is the New Black.  He’s painted with Seattle police uniform colors with little patches a tiny badge and name badge and one hand in a glove for his prosthetic.  

I will take commissions to replicate this funko, please contact privately to discuss price as the market for the figures in which I make these out of can change wildly.  Ask me about my etsy shop.