#like in the summer my go to bar order is a gin and tonic

[oblivion-wonderlust]

resisting the urge to go buy some gin and tonic water and limes but this hot weather is really making me want to sip on gin and tonic

[suhlogic]

paradise [kim mingyu x fem!oc]

summary: going to la union for a temporary escape from your busy city life was supposed to just be all about you, not until you meet a hot stranger at a bar and things escalate quite interestingly for the week.

warnings: slight age gap, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, unprotected sex, choking kink, creampie, size kink, praise kink, dry humping in a semi-public place, biting kink (slight), cum-eating

[🔞]

your city life proved to be exhausting, still navigating everything at 21 despite being independent and already moved out of your parents' house but the corporate life was a bitch to deal with on top of your mother nagging you to fulfill your filial duties as the eldest child to provide when they are still fully capable of supporting themselves and your younger sibling. so here you were, driving alone in your car on the way to la union to unplug for a week. the car ride was boring and tiring since your friends were all busy and you didn't want to ride a bus alone. finally, you arrived at your hotel early morning and got everything settled before you slept to make up for the exhaustion.

after a good few hours of decent sleep, you decide to get ready for the beach and put on a light red bikini that was just held together by strings that was properly showing off your huge tits. you also put on a skirt and a thin knitted coverup while your hair was up in a cute claw clip and grabbed your small tote bag on your way out to have some fun while the sun sets. as you reach the seaside, you decided to lay your towel on the sand and put your bag on it as you enjoyed swimming in the water basking in the sun.

[11:00pm]

after washing up back at your hotel room to grab dinner at the bar, you put on a pink dress with a thigh-high slit that was backless with just a pair of lace panties underneath. as you make your way into a chair by the bar counter and order your food, you mind your own business. after all, the fun doesn't start until the alcohol gives you enough courage to get fucked by a handsome stranger.

sipping on your cocktail was already affecting you and noticed that a tall handsome guy, with sharp gentle features and a short cropped haircut was eyeing you. his sun-kissed skin looking perfect under the strobing lights, athletically built body showing off through the shirt he's left the few buttons open with biceps practically begging to rip through its sleeves. but you weren't going to make it easy for him, catching his stares and waving back at the mystery guy. luring him to come over to your spot, and it fucking worked like magic.

his aura was intoxicating. the moment he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, he immediately had you hooked. "so what's a pretty girl like you doing in this place?" he smirked. you felt taken aback by his deep voice, his breath being minty with a hint of the gin and tonic he was drinking earlier. "just looking to have fun,although i've heard the real fun starts in the bedroom" you bite back with a smile from your pink glossy lips.

he laughed at the smooth rebuttal and reached his hand out to introduce himself, "feisty, i see...it's so rude that i didn't introduce myself. i'm mingyu by the way," he said. "and i'm _____," you shake his hand. "you know, i could show you a fun time what do you say?" his huge hand grabs the small of your back, the tension and close proximity making you yearn for his touch. the flashing lights and the music thumping on full blast against the speakers felt so right under the hot twinkling stars on a summer night,

"don't worry baby, they're too busy to care about what we're doing" he whispers as he holds you tighter and grinds his clothed member against your ass harder, "fuck, let's get out of here...my room." you whine as you begin to face him and grab his hand, leaving after paying your tabs.

once it was all settled, you and mingyu began to walk back to your hotel with hands intertwined together no one but the stars and the waves crashing against the shore witnessing romance brewing between the two of you as the music began to fade into the distance. the walk back to your place consisted of laughter and getting to know each other more, you began to learn that he was also getting away from the chaos of the city—family stuff, in his own words. not long after, the two of you made your way inside the elevator and pressed the floor where your room was.

you grab him by this nape and pull him in for a kiss, tasting your sweetness on his tongue and glistening pink lips which turns heated the moment your hands travel down his toned abs and into his boxers, feeling up his manhood—lengthy, thick and hard. you pull his pants down along with his underwear as his dick springs free slapping against his stomach past his belly button.

"will it fit?" you give him your best doe eyes as you begin to jerk him off, spreading his precum around the slit of his bulbous mushroom tip. "don't tease me, i need to be inside you now." he moans, the lust in his eyes darkening as he takes his dick in his hand and rubs it up and down your wet folds before inserting it slowly. his tip feeling hot and heavy against your wetness, moaning at how his dick feels inside you.

"didn't expect to pick up a hot stranger like you tonight..." you smirk, shifting to sit up on the bed while he grabs a towel to clean the both of you up and runs a bath. "i've had my eyes on you since you walked into the bar , i'm glad the night ended with you under me," he teasingly winks as he motions for you to come sit in between his legs and starts to wipe you down.

but mingyu couldn't help leaving slow and soft kisses down your cheeks and down your jawline as he cleans you up, "babe... don't start now, i can barely walk," you laugh, trying to suppress your moans. "i can carry you anywhere, don't worry," he whispers as you lean your neck to face him and pull him in for another kiss. after cleaning the two of you up, mingyu carries you in bridal style into the bathroom and helps you get into the bathtub and follows suit behind you and engulfs you in his warmth.

his biceps hugging you flush against his chest as you grab on his forearms biting at it softly and kissing it. you don't know if he''ll remain a stranger for the night or someone you'd be spending the rest of your life with but surely you hope it's the latter. he smirks at your antics and kisses your cheek, "happy 2nd anniversary, my love."

[sunny44]

Chapter 1 (Love is in Mallorca series)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Fem!reader

Warnings: none I guess

Summary: Y/n goes to Mallorca intending to leave her life behind, at least for a while. Then she meets a mysterious guy who makes this trip, to say the least, unforgettable.

Mallorca was stunning, but a certain discomfort grew within me as the days passed. I found myself lost on an island whose beauty was undeniable, but whose language formed an insurmountable barrier.

Since I had arrived, it seemed that the fact that I only spoke English made me invisible. People looked at me in a hurry, or simply ignored my attempts at communication. Sometimes, I wondered if it was just my imagination or if it was really happening.

Tonight, after a long day of walking along the beaches, I decided I deserved a drink. The bar was crowded, full of laughter and conversations in Spanish. The smell of fresh seafood filled the air, and I approached the counter, trying not to seem out of place. I waited patiently for a while, watching as the bartenders moved from one customer to the next, ignoring me with an efficiency that almost seemed rehearsed.

I took a deep breath and approached the counter again.

“A gin and tonic, please?” I asked in English, my voice swallowed by the atmosphere.

The bartenders barely paid attention to me, glanced at me, and simply decided to ignore me.

I waited, hoping that somehow my order would be heard. I looked around, trying to decide whether it would be better to just give up, but before I could step away, I heard a deep, firm voice next to me, speaking in Spanish. I didn’t understand the words, but the tone was clear and authoritative, like someone used to being heard.

The bartender stopped what he was doing and quickly handed over what I had asked for. I turned, surprised, to face the owner of that voice.

He was tall, dark-haired, with slightly tousled hair, but in a purposefully relaxed way. His smile was easygoing, as if saving frustrated tourists was something he did every day.

“Here you go,” he said, with a soft accent, handing me the drink.

“Thank you,” I replied, accepting the glass. “I was beginning to think I was invisible.”

He laughed, a light and sincere sound, as if he understood exactly how I felt.

“It’s not that, but sometimes people here... can be a bit stubborn with those who don’t speak the language.”

I nodded, taking a sip of the drink that was finally in my hands. The refreshing taste of gin with lemon slid down my throat, bringing an immediate sense of relief.

“So, are you from here?” I asked, curious. “Your Spanish is perfect.”

“Thanks, and kind of. I live in Madrid, but my family has a house here in Mallorca. I always come here during summer holidays. And you, what brought you to the island?”

I looked at him, hesitating. He seemed so casual, so at ease, it was hard not to feel at ease as well.

“I actually just needed a break from my life. Something different.”

“You chose well. Mallorca is a perfect place to disconnect.”

He was right. The island was beautiful, and there was much more to explore than I could do on my own, especially with my limited Spanish. Maybe that’s what led me to accept when he suggested he’d show me a few places that, according to him, "no tourist guide would include."

“Shall we take a walk?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with a kind of enthusiasm that was impossible to ignore.

I agreed. After all, I had nothing to lose, and somehow, I felt like I could trust him. But I could also be completely wrong, and he could be a serial killer who would murder me and toss me into the sea.

But I was willing to take the risk.

We left the bar, walking through narrow streets lit by small lights hanging between old buildings. The night was warm and full of life. People laughed at outdoor restaurant tables, and the distant sound of flamenco music filled the air.

“You know, you're the first person who hasn’t tried to correct me or judge me for not speaking Spanish. I know it's annoying when tourists show up and don't even try to speak the language, but I didn't think I’d be completely ignored,” I commented as we walked.

“Sometimes it’s good to just listen and not judge, right?” He smiled, glancing around at the streets around us. “Speaking the language is important, but so is feeling welcomed, even without understanding everything.”

There was something different about walking with him, something that made the city seem more accessible, more inviting. He showed me a small square where there was a fountain with a soft, calming sound, and a local bakery that, according to him, made the best "ensaimada" on the island. Everything felt simpler by his side, no rush, no judgments.

“And you? What do you do for a living?” I asked, genuinely curious.

He smiled but didn’t answer directly, just shrugged.

“Ah, nothing too interesting. I have a pretty hectic life, but here I like to slow down and forget all about work.”

I respected his silence without pressing, and we continued to explore the city at night. He took me to a higher point, where the view of the city and the sea stretched out before us. The city lights reflected on the water, creating an almost surreal sight. I was speechless.

“Wow...” was all I could say.

He looked at me, smiling sideways.

“And they say Madrid has the best views in Spain.”

We stood there in silence for a few minutes, just absorbing the moment. I felt strangely comfortable next to him, as if he wasn’t a stranger I had just met, but someone I could share moments with without the need for explanations.

Finally, he looked at me again.

“If you want, I can show you more places tomorrow. But I promise I won’t take you where the tourists go.” I smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude. “I guarantee I’ll be the best tour guide you’ll ever meet.”

“I’d love that.” He nodded, satisfied.

“Perfect. See you tomorrow, then.”

“Deal.” I smiled.

“Give me your phone number.” He handed me his phone, and I typed it in, saving it as “bar girl.”

We said goodbye, and as I walked back to the hotel, I couldn’t stop thinking about how the night had taken such an unexpected turn. I still didn’t know his name. He hadn’t asked for mine, and somehow, that felt right. We weren’t strangers, but we weren’t acquaintances either. Just two people meeting on a warm night in Mallorca.

And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to find out more about him.

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[thebirdandthebee]

Mighty Fine (18+)

Just a little slump-buster ft. our favorite aviator. Taking requests for TGM and The Bear in my inbox. Smut ahead. Painfully pining Rooster. 18+ only! This is not edited, so please excuse any glaring issues.

Title: Mighty Fine Caroline, see, Caroline - all the guys would say she's mighty fine WC: 3716

The Hard Deck was not in a poor financial state – in fact, since Penny took it over five years ago, she’d done better business than the establishment had ever logged.

Sure, some positive changes, listening to customer feedback and stocking just the right kind of beer helped. But Penny knew that for the past year, there was specifically one woman who helped bump sales big time.

And tonight, a Friday night ahead of the fourth of July, Penny knew they’d hit record numbers.

The leggy brunette flitted about the full bar – packed asses to elbows – with a smile that held a secret and lashes longer than a summer afternoon.

Caroline was all perfume and warm skin. A promise of what could be behind a beauty mark and cherry gloss.

Tonight she’d tucked her white tank into a pair of cutoff shorts and knotted an American flat bandanna around her neck, the tip of the triangle teasing her cleavage. The low-slung cowgirl boots did nothing to interrupt the long lines of her legs and she trusted them with each pivot she needed to make through the crowd.

When her attention landed on you, it felt like you were the only person in the room. She knew how to work a crowd. A small gallery assembled to watch her re-stock the tray of cherries – one of her favorite snacks throughout the night.

“Caro, sweetheart,” Penny called, topping of a lager pour.

“Penny, my love,” Caroline countered, popping the tabs on three ciders.

“Can you let me these men live for one night?” Her boss teased, nipping at the fabric around her employee’s neck.

“I can’t show my love for America the beautiful?” Caroline replied with a wink. Penny laughed with a shake of her head.

Caroline had started at the Hard Deck last summer, asking for a few weekend shifts – the ones no one else wanted to take in order to enjoy their own weekends – since her classes for UCSD ran from Tuesday through Thursday.

“Rent’s due this week, Pen!” Caroline called as she ducked under the counter, greeting her adoring audience as she head to the stockroom to grab a crate of Sam Adams.

Rooster entered the bar that night with his hopes high and his buddies trailing close behind.

He’d had his sights set on Caroline for months. A squeezed shoulder here, a bat at his biceps there and he was hooked. Sometimes he felt like a cartoon, floating behind her like a cherry pie on its way to cool in the open window.

“Oh Rooster, you’re so fucked,” Fanboy commented, catching sight of the brunette wonder first. She was pouring a line of shots across the bar top, handing them out to a group of sailors who wished she was their treat instead. Taking a clear glass for herself, they all clanked their shots before tossing them back.

Penny didn’t mind if Caroline drank on the job – she was a grown woman who knew her limits who could always use working as an excuse to get out of it.

“Here’s trouble,” Caroline announced, “G&T, Fanboy?” She asked as they saddled up to the bar – their first stop before heading back to the darts.

“Please,” Fanboy grinned, basking in the glow of her attention.

“A rum and Coke for Coyote, Hefeweizen for Phoenix and porter for my Rooster,” she listed off, gathering glasses and stationing herself over the beer taps. “That sound right?” She asked with a tilt of her head, locking eyes with Bradley.

“Perfect as always,” he replied, his honey brown eyes melting into hearts.

“Ladies first,” Caroline simpered, handing Phoenix her beer, “then, we go in order of beauty,” she added. “Fanboy,” she passed over the gin and tonic, “Coyote,” she listed next, giving his rum and Coke a swish, “and, last, but certainly not least, Rooster,” she pulled the tap of the porter, leaving just the perfect thin band of foam at the top.

“You trying to break my heart?” Bradley asked, leaning over the bar, willing her to lean in closer.

“I gotta keep you humble, Rooster,” she replied, pushing his glass toward him, “because I know they don’t call you that due to the size of your ego,” she said, turning on a heel to attend to the other side of the bar while Jimmy grabbed the trash to bring out back. Though she tossed a wink over her shoulder that made his upper lip tremble beneath his mustache.

“When you going to let me buy you a drink?” He called out, voice nearly blending in with the buzz of the bar. She shook her head with a laugh, focusing on the task at hand, but they both knew she heard him.

Rooster joined his friends back at the darts. The Fourth of July weekend was guaranteed chaos at the ‘Deck – not too unlike Homecoming weekend at UVA. Bradley loved the liveliness of it all. However, it meant that Caroline’s attention was pulled every which way except his.

“I just think if I could get her alone for 10 minutes…” he said, eyeing her hopefully as she moved about the establishment.

“Rooster, give it up, she’s way out of your league and half the bar in here is hoping she’ll go home with them tonight,” Coyote said honestly.

“You’ve been drooling over her for months,” Fanboy agreed, “it’s getting pretty pathetic.”

But Rooster was more confident than ever. He knew they’d be great together – he just had to show her.

A little time passed, they took up a game of darts and after not too long, Caroline found herself making a sweep for empty glasses.

“Another, Phee?” She asked Phoenix, who nodded with a smile.

“We’ll do another round,” Coyote supplied. Caroline stacked up empty glasses, swinging around the space, aware of Rooster’s eyes on her as he leaned against the side rail that ran the length of the back wall.

“Grab your glass?” She asked, matching his posture against the drink rail, her open hand effortlessly clasping a tower of glass. Rooster pushed his empty toward her, a little downturned twitch of his mustache giving him away. “Why so glum, Rooster? It’s the Fourth of July,” she said, a little pout on her lips that made his stomach flip. “Have to imagine it doesn’t get better than that, huh?”

“What’s it going to take for you to have a drink with me?” He asked. “You know I’m eyein’ you up every time I come in here,” he elaborated.

“Maybe,” Caroline began, “I don’t want to have a drink with you at my place of work?” She suggested lightly. “But if you invited me to Buzzards, your odds would be a lot better,” she shrugged. “Thanks for the glass, Rooster, you can pick up a fresh one in 10.”

Caroline flitted away, making her journey back to the main bar with two tall stacks in her hands, gracefully hip-checking the counter to step inside.

“Maybe you do have a shot after all?” Phoenix asked, raising her brows as she turned back to the game of darts at hand. Bradley’s eyes tracked her as she moved about, pouring beers and mixing cocktails, his eyes zeroing in as she popped a maraschino cherry into her mouth before doing the same to a young, blonde sailor on the other side of the bar.

He wiped the back of his mouth off, crossing the room and heading over to the piano, his first initial plucks of the keys enough to clue a patron in to pull the plug on the juke box.

He cleared his throat as the intro grew stronger and louder, some already recognizing the tune.

“Where it began, I can’t begin to knowing,” he crooned. “But I know it’s growing strong.”

A few cheers rang out.

“Was in the spring, and spring became the summer, who’d have believed you’d come along?”

Caroline’s attention pulled over to the far wall, it now impossible to ignore with half of the bar singing Neil Diamond.

Hands, touching hands Reaching out, touching me, touching you

“Sweet Caroline!” Rooster belted, “good times never seemed so good!”

The crowd sang back, fists being pumped in the air.

So good! So good! So good!

“I’ve been inclined to believe they never would,” he focused his attention back down on his hands, but he could feel the brunette’s stare on the back of his neck.

Caroline shook her head, topping off another drink before grabbing a tall one and making her way through the crowd, which was packed near the piano as he carried on.

One, touching one

“Reaching out, touching me, touching you,” Rooster remained as focused as he could when he felt a paper-light touch travel across his the span of his shoulders, followed by a full beer being set on the top of the piano.

“Okay,” Caroline grinned, “you’ve got my attention,” she said, her arm resting across the top of his back. “So what are you going to do with it now that you have it?”

“The Deck is open until 11 – Buzzards is open till one, meet me there when you’re done?” He asked.

“I’ll be there,” she agreed, running her hand up his spine to squeeze the back of his neck. Rooster could barely keep playing as he nearly twisted his head all the way around to watch her walk away.

Buzzards Bar was different than the Hard Deck – younger, louder, and for Rooster, much less likely to run into his superiors. Sure, lots of sailors and aviators ended up there, but it wasn’t a dedicated bar like their usual haunt. Without the uncertainty hanging over his head, he really loosened up and had fun with his buddies at the Hard Deck, but they didn’t join him a Buzzards, opting to go find some fireworks instead.

It was 11:45 and Caroline hadn’t shown up yet, at least that he could see. He grabbed a round of drinks, another beer for him and a dirty Shirley for Caroline. If nothing else, he knew she loved cherries and this could be a pretty safe assumption.

Keeping a barstool warm near the back, Rooster’s gaze scanned the growing crowd on the dance floor. He could feel the air shift as Caroline approached the table, dressed in her same little outfit, bandanna around her neck like a little pack of goodies he’d like to unwrap. However, an unfamiliar man, who was standing just a bit closer to her than either of them liked, was closely trailing her. He was obviously trying to carry on a conversation with her over the loud bass of the music and she couldn’t be less interested.

Without effort or hiccup, Caroline waltzed right up to Rooster, standing between his legs that were angled outward on either side of his body, his feet on the bar of the stool. She leaned up against him, her elbows on resting on his thighs with her back to his front. Rooster’s arm immediately looped around her body, resting just below her neck, spanning across her chest.

The man immediately got the message and backed off, but she remained snug in his embrace when he walked away.

Caroline tipped her head back to look up at Rooster.

She knew she had a reputation as a flirt. It was silly to be a bartender and not take advantage just a little bit of what God gave her. But she loved Rooster’s attention. He was safe, simple and straightforward. He didn’t play games and treated her with respect.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she smiled, sending the breath rushing from his lungs.

“Happy Fourth,” Rooster said, using his free hand to offer her the cocktail.

“Mm, cherry – how’d you know?” She asked, taking a sip through the small black straw.

“Watchin’,”he replied, missing her warmth already as she put a little space between them, standing with her back to the dance floor.

“You watchin’ me?” She asked innocently enough, elbows on the high-top table. It took everything in him to keep his eyes on her face and not her cleavage that was winning the fight against her little white tank top.

“Hard to look away,” he said, taking a drink of his beer. “Though I think this is the most time you’ve ever spent looking back at me,” he added.

“Then you’re not as observant as you think, aviator,” Caroline said, setting her drink down reaching for his hand, pulling him off the chair and leading him into the throng of bodies. “Because I look at you plenty.”

Rooster was so surprised and exhilarated he wasn’t sure where to put his hands right away as she leaned back into him, moving her body to the beat of the song.

Cause great scenes might be great But I love your bloopers

“Rooster, relax,” Caroline purred as he ducked his head down to be closer to hers – his height difference over her apparent. She reached back, taking his hands in her and placing them on her body – one on her ribs and the other just inside of her hips. “You got me right where you wanted me.”

And perfect's for the urgent Baby I want forever

Caroline’s hands drifted up to cradle the back of his head, her back arching in the slightest. And while Bradley Bradshaw was a man of morals, they were mostly forgotten as he lowered his mouth to Caroline’s neck.

Caroline, don't you see that I want you to be mine?

“You request this one?” Rooster asked, his mustache ticking her in a skin, which immediately went to her nipples, hardening them beneath her tank.

“Just lucky I guess,” she breathed, rolling her head to the side to give him a little more access to her skin.

“I think luck follows you around,” he said.

“It must if you’re here with me,” she replied. Rooster didn’t even justify her comments with an answer. If she thought she was lucky because he was there with her, she wouldn’t begin to comprehend the amount of times he’d dreamt of this moment.

“Rooster?” She asked, threading her fingers through his hair, giving it a little tug as a test. The groan in her ear told her all she needed to know.

“Caroline,” he huffed out an exhale.

“I don’t want the rest of that drink,” she said, looking up to lock eyes with him. “I want you to put me in that big blue truck of yours and take me home.” Rooster felt his heart skip hard enough that it shot him with adrenaline.

“Honey, lead the way,” he replied, sober as a judge.

She’d seen the blue Bronco pull up to the Hard Deck a hundred times – it was as much a calling card of Rooster’s as his mustache or Hawaiian shirts. Now, she was thrilled to be inspecting the inside, her back to Rooster’s side with his arm draped over her shoulder again as she made the most of the bench seating.

Leading Caroline by the hand from the car to the house, she gladly stepped into his bachelor pad.

Rooster was just grateful that Bob was out of town for the weekend.

“Roommate?” She asked, walking along the picture rail in the family room – something Bob put up. It was mostly his stuff, anyway.

“You know Bob?” Bradley asked, tracking her movement as he stepped out of his shoes.

“Bob the sweetheart is your roommate?” She asked, looking over her shoulder, eyes dilating in the slightest as she took in the view. Rooster with his big shoulders, broad chest and handsome face – honey brown eyes focusing entirely in on her.

“Bob the sweetheart?” He asked, a small quirk to his lips.

“Bob the sweetheart, Bob the puppy dog…” she trailed off. “Pen and I have many nicknames for perfect Bob.”

“I think I’ve heard enough about perfect Bob,” Rooster said, advancing her like a predator stalking its prey.

“Want me to tell you what we call you behind your back?” She asked, a glint in her eye as he scooped her up with one arm, holding her tightly to his body as he carried her back to his bedroom.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“We – well, more like just me, because Penny babies you,” she screamed as Rooster gave her ass a hard squeeze. “But I,” she leaned in close, whispering into his ear, “I call you Oh My God Rooster,” she giggled, tracing the shell of his ear with her tongue. “Want to know why?” She asked.

“Tell me,” he said, kicking in his bedroom door.

“Because I always knew one day you’d make me say,” she fisted his shirt in her hands and tossed her head back, “Oh my God, Rooster!” She moaned, quickly gasping as he dropped her on his unmade bed.

“That shit isn’t fair,” he pointed an accusatory finger down at her before reaching for the fly on his shorts.

“Why not?” Caroline asked with a tilt of her head as she leaned back on her elbows.

“Because ever since you started at the Hard Deck, you haven’t given me the time of day,” he crawled over her on the bed, sealing his mouth over hers.

“I was avoiding you, I’ll admit,” she smirked, hips lifting as he began to pull her shorts off. “I knew as soon as this happened,” she paused, lifting his chin up to kiss her once more, “there’d be no going back.”

“You didn’t want to be my friend?” He asked, running his nose down her jawline as he reached behind her, pulling off her tank.

“Oh Rooster, we’re going to be much more than friends,” she purred, unhooking her bra. She reached for her little bandanna, but he stopped her.

“Leave it on, cowgirl,” he said, licking his lips. Stunned, he found himself down on the mattress, Caroline swinging a leg over his body to land gracefully on his hips. She pulled her bra down her arms and tossed it somewhere into the darkness – Bradley’s bedroom illuminated by the bright light of the moon through his window. He thought his tongue might roll out of his mouth like a yoyo.

“Does that make you my bucking bronco?” She giggled, reaching behind her to give his erection a quick, firm pump.

“Jesus,” he hissed, all the air leaving his lungs at once.

“Just Caroline,” she grinned maliciously.

“Why don’t you get up here and let me find out how sweet you are, Caroline,” he cajoled, tipping his chin up. The brunette threaded her fingers through his hair as she settled over his mouth, a long, low moan drawn from her lips as he licked a broad, flat swipe up the seam of her sex. Rooster’s hands slid around her sides and up to her lower back holding her body tight against his face.

“You’re never allowed to shave that mustache,” Caroline panted, followed by a high-pitched whine as she felt his whiskers against her clit. “Right there,” she mewled.

Rooster was a generous lover and apparently had a voracious appetite.

“Jesus Christ, Rooster,” she shivered as one of his thick fingers teased her entrance, circling her slowly as his lips cradled her clit. She could feel each and every one of his taste buds against her. “Roo, please,” she panted, “I want your cock.”

Bradley lifted her, a squeal on her lips as she landed back down on his abs. She couldn’t help but smile broadly at his wet mouth.

“If you smile at me like that again, I’m going to fucking marry you, Caroline,” he threatened, absolutely captivated by her.

She untied the bandanna from her neck, reaching down to cover his eyes and tie it loosely behind his head.

“Then don’t look, because I think I’m going to enjoy this a lot,” she said, smiling just the same as she lined up his cock and slowly sank down on it.

“You’re amazing,” Rooster crowed, “God you feel so good,” he said, hands resting on her soft thighs.

“You’re big,” she huffed, “like shit, Rooster, how do you have such good posture?” She asked, making him bark out a laugh. She settled herself all the way down and squeezed him on an upswing, making his abs flex as he tried to keep from busting immediately.

Leaning down, while still riding him smoothly, she pressed a kiss to his scarred cheek, tracing the line there with her tongue. He jumped as she dragged her teeth against his jawline, biting him gently while rolling his balls in her palm.

“Caroline,” he sounded worried, “I-fwa,” he lost his words as she did it again.

“Want me to stop?” She asked innocently enough.

“Don’t you dare,” he grunted while she tweaked his nipple.

“I can see it now,” she giggled, the action sending a ripple of pleasure down his spine. “C-a-r-o-l-i-n-e,” she twirled a finger across his pec.

“I’ll go tomorrow,” he promised, a sweat breaking out across his brow.  He could feel her fingernails just grazing his happy trail as Caroline circled her clit, wanting to meet him at his level.

“Rooster?” She asked, and he could hear the breathlessness in her voice.

“Caroline?” He countered, his face screwed up in conversation.

“Cum,” she commanded, finding her own euphoria, setting him off just moments later, thrusting up into her as he rode out his orgasm. Caroline grinned, pushing off his blindfold to reveal his beautiful face again. “Hi gorgeous,” she greeted, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.

“What did I tell you about that smile?” He groaned, palming her ass in his hands.

“I know the consequences of my actions,” she sighed dreamily. Climbing off of Rooster, she wandered her way into the bathroom, cleaning up and grabbing the T-shirt that was slung over the bathroom door before pulling it on.

Rooster was sure he was delirious as she joined him back in the bed, hiking a leg over his hip and throwing his comforter over both of them.

“Rooster?” She asked, sparing a glance over at his alarm clock, which was flashing nearly two in the morning.

“Caro-line,” he sang back.

“I want my eggs scrambled in the morning,” she said, eyes closing gently as she curled up on his chest.

“Yeah? And what would you like to eat?” 

[kritischetheologie]

ask game: are u reading any books right now! what's your go to bar order! what do you like best about your writing!

I am currently still trying to finish hamnet: a novel of the plague by maggie o'farrell. I love the narrative voice and the setting but I'm just not actually having that much fun with it. I also got like 50 pages into the left hand of darkness by ursula k le guin and would like to get back to and then finish that up.

go-to bar order depends on the genre of bar. for a while I wasn't drinking at all because I had been really, really struggling with migraines and alcohol can be a trigger, so I explored the world of Fancy Mocktails, or just drank water if I was in a divey place. generally, in a fancy cocktail bar, I'll pick based on flavor profile and base liquor: I love sour things with a lot of citrus, especially grapefruit; I'm a big fan of tequila and gin; it's almost impossible for me not to order a drink with chartreuse in it; and egg white is always a plus. my favorite cocktail to make at home, fitting many of these, is a last word, which is especially fun because you can look so impressive making it without a recipe (they don't know meme: they don't know it's an equal parts cocktail). my go-to highball, if i'm at a wedding or getting a drink while playing cards in vegas or in a similar type of environment, is a gin and tonic. in pubs I often do a black velvet (guinness and cider). in craft beer places I'll get the pilsner, or an IPA if they don't have a pilsner. I don't drink wine (migraines), but the proseco in an aperol spritz doesn't bother me, and it's what I'll get if I'm sitting outdoors at a restaurant in the summer. oh, and I love a spicy margarita.

what I like best about my writing: I think I have a knack for exploring how characters operate in social and political hierarchies (oscar wilde voice: everything in life is about sex except sex which is about power), that lends my writing a depth that I am proud of.

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Read on to check out our free bartender cheat sheet, look at some easy drinks to master, and get some more tips on bartending. A bartender cheat sheet is a document that bartenders keep behind the bar covering some basic things that are likely to come up during their shift. Most importantly, it usually contains recipes for basic drinks, which we'll cover below. However, you can also include cleaning instructions, guidance on how to use the bar POS system , different beer keg sizing , and more. Essentially, it's a way to make day-to-day operations easier and help new hires. There are hundreds of different drinks that people will ask a bartender to make. Keeping track can be difficult. Beyond all the things listed in a bartender job description , you'll also be expected to understand pouring beer , pouring wine , pouring alcohol , how to use bartender tools , and more. You'd be hard-pressed to find a cocktail bar that doesn't have some form of margarita on the menu. 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Surely a drink with the ingredients in the name doesn't need to be included, right? Well, you'd be surprised how often people overmix or improperly measure the ingredients for a gin and tonic. This classic summer cocktail deserves better, so make sure you've got this one down. While the list of drinks above can be used for a majority of bars, you may need something a bit more specific for your own operation. You can download our free bartender cheat sheet and add your own drinks, or start from scratch. First, add the drinks you sell the most of. If your bar is in a tropical location, you'll have different popular drinks than if you had a bar in the Midwest. Take a look at your inventory levels and the data from your bar POS system to determine these drinks. Stick to drinks and adjust as necessary over time. You can even get new ideas for this sheet from applicants during a bartender interview. Second, add in other important info. Things like the bar layout , location of restaurant cleaning supplies , and even important phone numbers are great choices. Think of your bartender cheat sheet as a much smaller restaurant training manual that only touches on the surface of the most common tasks. It provides additional value as your team can quickly find the info they need without having to sort through pages of operational and restaurant tech guidance. Third, laminate the cheat sheet. This may sound like an odd step, but anyone who's worked behind a bar can attest to the fact that it gets messy. A cheat sheet is only useful when it's not damaged, so take the time to make yours waterproof and hang it or place it at the bar. You can always make a new one and laminate that when changes are made due to menu engineering. Bartending can be a lot of work, so using a cheat sheet is a good way to avoid making mistakes and train new employees. 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[thiswasinevitableid]

for the winter fills #92 ot4 nsfw?

Here you go!

92. we used to date years ago and run into each other at our hometown bar and damn, you look better than ever, are you single? let’s make out

“Ah hell.” Juno hands the phone back to the bartender, “Babysitter just called, the girls are both throwin’ up. I better go see to ‘em.” She pulls on her jacket, “sorry to cut it short.”

“No worries” Duck waves as his friend disappears out the bar door. The place is packed with the post-holiday crowds, so he yields their table to be polite. He can manage just fine at the stand-up bar. He nudges his way past a few kids who are about to get carded, and settles next to a suit sipping a gin and tonic. He reaches for a napkin at the same time the man pushes his glass away, bumping the backs of their hands together in the process.

“Excuse me–-Duck?” Blue eyes widen as they take him in, a dazzling smile spreading across a face that’s somehow more handsome than it was years ago.

Duck’s heart leaps to his throat while sending all his blood south, “Joseph Stern. How the hell are you?” He holds out his hand and laughs when he’s pulled into a hug.

“It’s so good to see you. And please” He pulls back, “call me Joe.”

“Decided to go by that after all?” Duck leans on the bar.

A sweet smile, “No. I just miss hearing you say it.”

As they get reacquainted, Duck marvels at how the more things change, the more they stay the same. When they met their freshman year at Kepler Community College, Joe was ambitious, intelligent, and hotter than a Texas summer. Duck thought himself quite a catch, even for a burnout trying to buckle down and get his degree, but a small part of him always wondered how he ended up dating the best-looking guy on campus.

Twenty years later, he’s still wondering.

“So, uh, what brought you back to Kepler?”

“Just visiting family. How are things in the forest?”

“Good. Uh, wait, how did you know-”

“I follow your Instagram. I like having things on my feed that help me de-stress. Like cute bears.” He winks and polishes off his drink.

Duck chuckles, “How the fuck did you get smoother and cornier with age?”

“Practice. I looked to see if there were places I could put in more of it while I was here. No luck, though.”

“Yeah, Kepler’s changed plenty since you left, but there still ain’t a decent cruisin’ spot. Not that I’ve really been lookin.”

“Why not?”

“I’m pushin forty; I got habits and hobbies that make me happy. I don’t feel like spending my nights huntin’ for a random fella to fuck who might not be all that good in bed. Or all that into greying hair and a gut.”

Joe brushes lint from the front of Duck’s jacket then glides his fingers down to pet his stomach, voice low “What about one where you know just how good he can be?”

—----------------------------------------------------

Duck’s gotten bigger since his twenties. It turns out this makes it even better to be pinned by him in the back seat of his Jeep. Though it being less cramped than the Acura Joseph had in college helps a lot.

He meant to wait until they got back to the rangers apartment. It’s not like he doesn’t get chances to flirt. But it’s exhilarating to do so with someone who knows his quirks, where he isn't running a constant calculus of whether he’s showing too much, too soon. So he teased some, told Duck how often he jerked off to the memory of the two of them on the floor of Duck’s dorm, Duck fucking him with a cheap toy while he bent across his lap to blow him.

It was at that point that Duck pulled over on the county road and ordered him into the back seat.

Duck digs his fingers into his hair as he kisses him, grunting when Joseph bucks his hips up against him.

“Forgot how fuckin fun it is to mess up your hair, pretty boy.”

“Then come do it some more, country boy.”

“You grew up here toMPhmmm” Duck giggles against his mouth, both of them giddier than they ever were as teenagers.

The snow tips him off first; it’s slowing down, huge clumps taking ages to disappear from view. Then the dashboard flickers, the headlights flare, and the alarm sounds for a half-second before it all goes dead.

He grips Duck’s arms, “Hold onto me.”

There’s a hum and a flash of blue-white light and then they’re both stumbling up from the floor of an orange and silver room.

“What the fuck, what the fuck?” Duck turns in a full circle.

Joseph gently holds his shoulders and rotates him back the way he came until they’re facing a black expanse dotted with white, “That’s not paint.”

“That’s, holy fuck, that’s space, we’re in space, how the fuck did we get here?”

“I’d say we’ve been abducted.”

“Holy fuck.”

“I know, right? This, this is amazing. Do you know how rare close encounters of the fifth kind are?” He scans the room, taking in all the unfamiliar technology with a grin, “I hope we have some way of communicating with them, I have so. Many. questions.”

A chuckle from behind him. When he looks over his shoulder, Duck is smiling at him, the expression better than the stars that are his backdrop.

“Only you would be worried about learnin’ enough when you don’t even know what kind of critter brought us up here.”

A door on the far side of the room swishes open and two figures enter. Joseph will have to re-examine his skepticism that cryptids are alien entities, because that looks like Bigfoot and Mothman walking towards them.

“Hello, do not be afraid, we are peaceful beings on a research mission. Your stay will be brief and you will be returned to your home unharmed.” The mothman rattles off the words without looking up from the pad in his hand, one hand of four drawing on it with a stylus.

“Uh, if, if you guys wanna take a seat on that couch we can get started.” Bigfoot smiles at them, auburn fur dashing in the warm lights, but looks away quickly when Joseph meets his eyes.

“Guys?” The mothman cocks his head, “ah, so we’re in that timeline.”

“Sorry, he gets kinda distracted when he’s trying to be efficient. Uh, Captain, don’t you want to, uh, actually greet the visitors.”

“Hmm?” The mothman punches something into the pad, “can you repeatAH!” His head snaps up as bigfoot quickly pinches the base of his left antenna. Glowing red eyes widen as they look at him, and an odd, buzzing noise enters the air. It intensifies and deepens when the ruby gaze falls on Duck.

“Oh my.” The mothman says softly, “I ought to have paid more attention to these timelines.”

“Timelines? Does that mean the accounts of you, or, um, of your kind having precognition are true? Do you have them as well?” He steps towards bigfoot.

“Nope. In–I mean the captain is a seer. I’m nothing special.”

“That is a matter on which we disagree.” The mothman bows, “my apologies, my abilities can make it difficult to be in the moment. But I am certain this is a moment I do not wish to miss.” His eyes fall on Duck once more. The ranger looks down. Joseph realizes he’s now a good distance away from his old friend, the other man, perhaps sensibly, staying far out of reach of the alien life forms.

“I, um, I’m Joseph. This is Duck.” He steps back enough to take the ranger's hand.

“Like the earth waterfowl?” The mothman cocks his head.

“It's a nickname.” Duck says automatically.

“It’s a charming one. I am Indrid, and this is Barclay. We’re researchers from the planet Sylvain, looking to see if Earth might be a compatible home for us when our planet begins dying. We’d like to ask you some questions and your opinions on earth matters, if that is not too great an imposition.”

Joseph looks at Duck, “You already know my answer.”

Duck shrugs, “Go for it. Ain’t every day a fella gets to be in space. And, uh, Joe’s gonna find this more fun that what I had planned anyway.” He’s smiling like it’s a joke. Maybe he thinks Joseph’s forgotten all the times when, drunk or stoned, he admitted he thought Joseph was out of his league.

He gives the other human his full attention, “I’m here until the end of the week. If I have my way I’ll spend it all with you. And If you think for a second I’m not jumping you the minute we’re back on earth, you’re very, very wrong.”

“Fuck” Barclay whacks a hand into his forehead, “were you guys on a date?”

“Kinda. Like I said, no biggie.”

“I would argue it is rather a ‘biggie.” Indrid moves to the console, the silver in his black wings reflecting the warm lights, “proper courtship is important.”

“Really, it wasn’t anythin fancy. We were just gonna go back to my place, maybe have a drink and chow down on some cookies or somethin and then, uh, not, uh, fuck, do somethin not sex-based? Fuck.” He pulls down a hat that isn’t there, “just wanted to do somethin cheesy and wintery for you before you headed home.”

“Makes sense.” Barclay’s eyes are on him, warming him as they rove up and down his frame.

Indrid taps his claws together, “I have an idea. If you are all amenable, I think Barclay and I are due for a planetside expedition. Exploring post holiday habits or something like that.”

“I’m game.” Duck nods as Joseph offers a thumbs up.

“Wonderful!” Indrid claps both sets of hands, “see you in a moment.”

Snow whirls up around his face and Duck stumbles into his arms, the deck of the ship replaced by icy ground. He braces on the hood of the Jeep just as two more figures materialize in the darkness.

Judging by the copper in the beard, the man looking like a mountain man centerfold in his red flannel shirt must be Barclay. Which means the one with dyed-silver hair and red glasses who’s sporting a leather jacket accentuated by a pink and yellow scarf is Indrid.

“That’s, uh, that’s some disguise you got there.” Duck scratches the back of his neck.

“Thank you.” Indrid purrs. Joseph hides a smile; cute punk weirdos with piercings were always catnip to Duck.

“So, are you okay with us going back to your place?” Barclay adjusts his beanie.

“Hell yeah. Uh, we might need to swing by Leo’s on the way, not sure I got food for four.”

“Oooh, exciting. Barclay loves grocery stores and farmers markets.�� Indrid slips his arm through the larger man’s.

“I like to cook.” Barclay blushes, “and Indrid is fun to feed.”

Duck clicks the automatic lock, “Let’s head on into town.”

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Havin a party?” Leo starts ringing up the basket of discounted seasonal snacks as Duck slaps a reusable bag on the counter.

“You could say that, yeah.” He slides the pack of condoms into place next to the peppermint bark; whatever Joe has planned, he’s going to be prepared.

“Oooh, I love these. Let’s get some.”

Duck turns to see Indrid holding two packets of Sno-Balls.

“Anything for you, little moth.” Barclay takes the snack cakes as Indrid bounces up and down on his toes, smile a tad too wide to be human. It should be alarming, but instead it’s fucking adorable.

“I can get this.” Barclay pulls out a battered wallet, “you guys are hosting, it’s the least we can do.”

Once they’re safely on the street, Duck glances at the taller man, “How do you have cash?”

“We picked some up when we first started orbiting earth. Indrid’s a terror in casinos.”

“I’ll bet.” He looks over his shoulder, where Indrid has offered Joe his arm and is animatedly explaining the finer points of his foresight to him. Joe holds out his hand, Indrid demonstrating some shape on his palm and then instructing Joe to do the same to his own, both of them smiling as he does. Duck wonders how Indrid would look guiding Joe through much filthier movements.

“Yeah, he’s got that effect on people. Or, uh, certain people.” Barclay smiles at him and Duck wishes once more for a hat to hide under.

“Sorry, shouldn’t be eyeing him up when I don’t even know what y’alls deal is.”

“We’re not even supposed to have one. Getting involved with colleagues is kinda frowned on but it’s just been the two of us for months and months and, uh, I kinda had a crush on him before that. We’re not hurting anybody by being together.”

“And you ain’t bothered by the fact Joe wants to climb both of you like trees?”

“Nope. Pretty common for Sylphs to be polyamorous in some way. Though the human part is new.” Barclay holds the groceries so Duck can open the car door, “how, uh, how can you tell he’s interested in me?”

“I know what he looks like when he’s got the hots for someone. Plus, I know for a goddamn fact he used to read Bigfoot porn.”

Barclay lets out a pleased little growl, “Fuck, really? In that case, I’ll let you in on a secret; Indrid’s purrs mean different things. His purring when he saw the two of you was involuntary, a signal of attraction. But the tonal difference means that the instant he saw you, he wanted you to dom him.”

Duck whistles low, “Hoo-kay, did not know that was a thing aliens had.”

“It turns up on a lot of planets.” He sets down the bags, “uh, you can tell me to fuck off, but do you happen to know what Joseph-”

“Subby as all get out.”

Another, rougher growl.

Duck pats his arm, “Easy, big fella. If he’s up for it, maybe I’ll show you what to do with him later.”

Home is only five minutes from the store, and soon he’s setting up a plate of food while Indrid cuddles his cat and Joe plugs in the strings of multi-colored christmas lights lining the room. He assumes his fellow human will give his full attention to their visitors. But as he bends into the fridge for the remaining eggnog and the craft cider Kirby gave him, hands slip into his back pockets and squeeze his ass playfully.

“This is the most incredible date ever.” Joe kisses his shoulders and neck once he straightens.

“Can’t take much credit for it.”

Joe turns him, pressing him back against the fridge for a kiss, “I’m ecstatic that we’ve met them. But I wouldn’t be half as happy as I am if I weren’t with the person responsible for the best memories of my twenties.”

“Aw, c’mon now.” His face must be a tomato at this point.

“I’m serious.” Joe runs his hands along his sides, clearly savoring the shape of him, “you were the best guy I ever dated.”

He’s not sure what to say to that, so he kisses him and hopes that communicates the warmth bubbling in his chest.

The four of them settle at the table, Barclay and Indrid eagerly answering their questions about space in exchange for explanations about earth phenomena like seasons and the hostility of geese. Gradually, the conversation shifts away from their worlds and to themselves, the kind of talk of hobbies and hopes that only happens after dark.

When the topic turns to their previous run-ins with humans, Barclay admits he feels bad for how intimidating his Sylph form can be.

“It’s not all that intimidating.” Joe leans back in his chair, a familiar gleam entering his eyes.

Barclay slips a woven bracelet from his wrist, adding two feet to his height and a lot of red-brown fur to his frame, “Not even a little scary?”

“No.” Joe stands, eyes locked on Barclay’s face as he straddles his lap, “not one bit.”

“What about these?” Clawtips trace Joe’s cheek.

Joe catches his hand, kissing his knuckles, “They’ll need further inspection.”

Duck would gladly watch Joe work his charms on Bigfoot for the rest of the night. But a Converse-clad foot is running up and down his leg.

“Would you care to show me these ships of yours?”

“Sure thing, sugar.”

Indrid purrs as they stand, “Now there is an earth term that’s never been applied to me.”

“Can’t imagine why, you’re sweet as can be.” Duck leads him to the corner of the living room. When he sees the model ships, the Sylph claps his hands excitedly.

“They’re so detailed. May I?” He gestures to the nearest one, an impressive four-master, and Duck passes it to him. Cool fingers gingerly rotate it as Indrid asks him how he put the whole thing together, and he cannot remember the last time someone was so intrigued by his dorky hobby.

“Thank you for letting me see them. It is clear a great deal of care went into them.” He steps closer, staring down at him with a sly smile, “Are you as careful in…other circumstances?”

“Might be.” Duck tips his chin up in invitation and Indrid takes it, bringing their lips together. The small, eggnog scented kiss is messy, unpracticed, as if he’s not quite sure what his mouth can even do. Duck takes the lead, teases between his lips with his tongue and cups his face to keep him near.

“Oh” Indrid murmurs when he finally frees his lips, “that is very nice in this form.”

“Can be even nicer if you want.”

“Please” Indrid fidgets with his glasses, “ah, my disguise is tied to these, so I assume you wish me to keep them on.”

“N–I mean ye–uh, fuck. What I’m trying to say is that I’m not not interested in you all mothed-out but, uh, unlike Joe I ain’t been readin’ alien porn since I was in high school.”

“You can’t prove thatAHshityes.” There’s a wooden clatter and Duck peers towards the kitchen. Joe is trapped against the table, still in Barclay’s lap, with undoubtedly sharp teeth biting his shoulder.

“That does explain his eagerness.” Indrid smiles, “It is alright, I am happy to be with you in this form. I, I do not wish to make you uncomfortable or alarmed with my other one.”

“No, it ain’t that it’s, uh, look, can I just see you in it first?”

After a beat in which the only sound is Barclay growling, Indrid slips his glasses from his face.

“Uh. Weren’t you…black earlier?”

“Hmm? Oh! Oh goodness, oh this is very embarrassing.” Indrid’s pink and yellow feathers poof up, “I, I did not even know this could happen this quickly.”

Duck grabs his wrist before he can replace his glasses, “What’s happening quickly?”

“I...my kind have different colorations as mating displays. Barclay will attest I’ve gone deep purple some of the times we have been together. This one…this one means I have met a mate I would like to take charge and look after me.” All four hands twitch anxiously, “Perhaps it is the way you speak, so at ease with yourself and the world, or perhaps it is being in your home and seeing how you have made a peaceful, steady life for yourself. Maybe it is just your bearing, who can say.” His antenna are flattening, his wings pulling in, and he’s hunching his formidable frame in on himself.

Duck rests a hand and soft, colorful fluff, “Lay on the floor. On your back.”

An intrigued chirp as Indrid complies. Duck sits cross legged on the rug by his head, pats his lap so the Sylph rests it there.

“Y’know, was so damn overwhelmed on your ship, didn’t really get a chance to take you in. Now that I got you like this…” he keeps one hand in the down of Indrid’s head, trails the other along the edge of his wing, “I can see you’re the prettiest damn thing in the whole galaxy.”

“T-technically it is several galaxies, since, since Sylvain is very farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Duck laughs, scritches into the feathers above Indrid’s keel once more, “keep that in mind. Point is, it’s one thing when you’re towerin’ over me like a monster in a campfire story. Another fuckin’ thing entirely to get you like this. Can see you’re just a big ol’ floofball who needs all the attention he can get. “

“Yesrrrrrrrr, duck!”

“Right here, sugar.”

“Nono, I mean du-”

“Ack!” He whacks Joe’s slacks from where they’ve landed on his head.

“I’m sorry!” comes from the other side of the couch.

“You owe me for that, gorgeous!” He calls back, but whatever reply Joe might have is cut off in a moan.

“I am glad they are enjoying themselves.” The purr is constant now, Indrid’s wings gradually unfurling and pooling around him, “Joseph is a fine human, and Barclay deserves all the pleasure and affection the universe can give him.”

“What about you?” Duck takes the tip of one feathery antenna between his thumb and finger.

“What I deserve is not for me to decide. But what I want is for you to, ohgoodness, keep doing that and never stop.”

“This?” Duck pinches harder, runs his fingers down the shaft while his other hand toys with the inside of Indrid’s left wing.

“Yes” a chirr, high and needy, “those are extremely sensitive and, and your hands are so warm.” His back arches and lowers erratically, his upper set of arms reaching back and up to paw at Duck’s chest, “please, I will do anything you wish, just do not stop.”

“Think you could cum from this?” He bites the tip, laughing when Indrid’s wings flex abruptly out and thwack several stray cat toys into the corners.

“It’s b-been known to happen but I, I, want more, I want you to fuck me, please, please.” His lower set of hands are between his legs, frantically stroking a fuzzy, black shaft, silvery liquid coating his fingers, “There is a way for you to fuck me! The slit, it, it allows me to be taken, to be bred by my own kind. Apologies I, ahhhn, I foresaw you saying you do not like to receive.”

“Yeah, not really my thing. But makin you cum on my dick sure as fuck is. Don’t go nowhere.” He bites the antenna again for good measure and practically sprints to the bedroom. Thank fuck the largest of his dicks still has the o-ring ready to snap into the harness, he doesn’t want to keep Indrid waiting a second longer than he has to. He’s so focused on getting his clothes off and the strap-on in place that he barely registers the fact he can’t actually see Joe bent over the table when he passes it; he can only tell he’s there because Barclay is blanketing him, hips working wildly.

“Tsk, couldn’t even wait a few seconds?” He grins as Indrid sheepishly brings his hands to his sides, all four now covered in pre-cum.

“You said not, not to go anywhere. You did not say I couldn’t touch myself.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, sugar.” Duck kneels between spread legs, feels with his fingers for the opening he needs and teases it with the head of the toy, “from here on out, you only do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it.”

“OhhhhhhhOH!” A yelp breaks the purr as Duck pushes in, “yes, yesyes silly me, I will only do what my sweet mate desires.” His wings flutter as Duck rolls his hips, and when Duck slides his hands along his chest his heart is hammering beneath the pink and yellow feathers. A howlgrowlpurr splits the air somewhere to their left, and Indrid shudders happily at the sound. Then he trills as Duck delivers three, sharper thrusts.

“That’s my good Indrid.” Duck swipes his thumb over the peach-fuzz on the tip of the alien’s cock, “does make me wonder what we’re gonna do with this cute thing.”

“Got some ideas.” Barclay rounds the couch, a half-dressed Joe in his arms. Joe is, objectively, a large man, so it’s a little odd and a lot hot to see him bridal carried with ease. His hair is a mess and his throat is covered in hickeys and bite marks

“See, this handsome guy hasn’t cum yet.” Barclay nuzzles Joe’s cheek, “and I think he’d love to try out two alien dicks in one night. Right, babe?”

“God, yes.” Joe shakily unbuttons his shirt as Barclay sets him on his feet, “Is that okay, Indrid?”

Indrid’s red eyes are enormous when he turns them on Duck.

“Good boy, askin’ permission to fuck my favorite ex.” He grins up at the other human, “have a seat, Joe.”

Joe moaning as he sinks onto Indrid’s cock, facing Duck as he does, is hotter than anything he could have dreamed up in the horniest days of his youth.

“Indrid, you feel incredible.” Joe guides Indrid’s lower hands onto his hips. Instead of words, they get a flurry of chirps and clicks in reply, Indrid bucking his hips and weakly fluttering his wings.

“That means, ‘thank you, more please.” Barclay sits on the floor at their sides, petting Indrid’s cheek, “right little moth?”

Another trill and a hurried nod of the head, Indrid working his hips so hard Joe is bounced in place and steadies himself against Duck.

“More, huh? Can manage that.” Duck presses the button on the toy, turning on the vibrating function, laughing when Indrid’s legs kick helplessly on the floor.

“Jesus christ I forgot how good you look when you top.” Joe yanks him into a kiss, little pants and moans collecting on his lips as he lets Indrid fuck him at his own pace.

“Can’t believe the fella who just had Bigfoot on top of him thinks this is rough and in charge.”

“Eh, it’s less topping and more just, uh, claiming with me.” Barclay slaps Joe’s ass, “left some space on his chest in case you like to leave marks too.”

“Mighty polite of you, big fella. Gonna stick to kisses, least for tonight.” He braces his hands on Indrid’s tensing thighs to kiss a line down Joe’s neck.

Fingers grope his belly and caress his arms, “I can see why, ohlord, why Indrid thinks you’re a good mate. You’re so sturdy. So soft. I think he’s onto something.”

“Fuck, Joe, you know what talkin like that does to me.”

The taller man drags his lips along his jaw, “It’s not my fault you have the best body in the world.”

“Joe…” His orgasm is building in his stomach, Indrid chirping every time he thrusts into him.

“You were so handsome when we were younger and now? Jesus, Duck, what am I supposed to do when I go back to D.C? No other guy is gonna compare to the sight of you naked.”

“Fuck” He grinds against the toy, chasing the vibrations as the push him towards the edge. Beneath him, Indrid’s trill finally breaks into words.

“Yes, yesyes, good mates, take me, take me in every wayMpphmm” Indrid purrs around the fingers Barclay presses into his mouth, unafraid of the rows of sharp teeth.

“Dick’s still recovering from this one” he kisses Joe’s shoulder, “but I know you love having something to suck, little moth.”

“Ohfuckme” Joe gasps, cumming with a groan as Indrid’s hips switch to erratic pumps, “holyshit that’s a lot, fuck, fuck that feels good.”

Silvery cum dripping down lean thighs is what finally, finally does Duck in, his orgasm hitting him so intensely he doesn’t even know if the word he shouts is profanity or someone’s name. He slumps, expecting Joe to catch him, and faceplants on a feathery chest instead.

“Sorry” Barclay blushes from over Joe’s head, the other human gathered in his lap, “I get kinda clingy after sex.”

“No harm done.” Duck finishes pulling out so he can rest his head under Indrid’s chin.

“In, indeed. He is very warm and lovely to cuddle.” Indrid murmurs dreamily.

“You two, uh, ever done this kind of research before.”

“Goodness no. It really has all been observations and interviews.” Indrid pets Barclays thigh.

“I’m glad we did though.” Barclay kisses Joe, “but man is it gonna suck to have to go back to the ship.”

“I know the feeling. I have to go back to D.C in a few days. It’s not space but, well, it does put a damper on my desire to ask Duck out again.”

They’re silent for a moment, Duck mentally resigning himself to dreaming of feathers and glowing eyes and driving hours some weekends just to have Joe in his arms again.

“You know, our observation of earth will continue for some time. And, ah, given that our ship can traverse stary systems in a matter of hours, I suspect it can get us and a passenger from here to…”

“Virginia” Duck mumbles, unwilling to turn his face from nuzzling Indrid’s chest.

“Virginia without much difficulty.”

“I’d really like that.” Joe’s hand rests atop his.

“Me too. But, uh, any chance we can talk logistics in the mornin? Y’all wore me out.”

“Agreed.” Indrid wraps one wing around him as Joe pulls blankets from the couch and cuddles up on his other side, Barclay spooning him with a low purr.

“I’m down too. But I call dibs on making breakfast.” The bigfoot yaws.

Duck says, along with two other voices that he plans on hearing for a long, long time, “Deal.”

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

So I wrote a one shot. I watched the film 10 Years a few days ago and it inspired me to write a Star Wars version 🤣 it just focuses on Poe though let’s face it. This is me after all! Poe Dameron lover forever! I didn’t even name it anything interesting.

Yavin High Reunion.

Modern!Poe Dameron x Female Reader

Warnings: mention of divorce, mention of a child, angst! Fluff, smut NSFW 18+, alcohol, did I mention angst? Swearing and possibly a happy ending 👀 Apologises for any mistakes I cannot be bothered to reread it.

Word Count: 7759

You straightened your dress as you got out of the cab, passing money to the driver before turning to look down the high street of your old town. The sky was dark and the shops you had haunted most of your youth were lit by the garish orange street lamps, you smiled slightly as echoes of memories came to you. You had lived in this high street, spending holidays, or a few hours here and there after school, you could always be found here with your friends. But this was the first time you’d seen it since you left when you were 18.

You were late with everyone inside already, just the way you wanted. You placed a hand on your stomach as you breathed deeply trying to control the butterflies that fluttered manically inside you. As soon as High School had finished you left, the only person you really stayed in touch with was your best friend Jess. She had kept you up to date with what everyone else in your group of friends had been doing and you went through stages of missing them, longing for the summer days where you all hung out at the beach, eating picnics, barbecues and getting drunk as the sun finally set.

You closed your eyes briefly before turning to look at the hotel where the reunion was taking place. The grey bricks gave the impression it was a lot fancier than it looked but this hotel hadn’t changed on the outside at all. Music and laughter floated out of the open windows above you and again your stomach cramped nervously. Your last year at school had been a difficult one and you were ashamed with how you dealt with what happened….Jess had said he was coming and really he was the only reason you had come. Steeling yourself you finally took the last steps towards the entrance of the hotel pushing the door open and letting the warm air wash over you.

The foyer was empty, you wrote your name on a sticker and placed it gently on your dress, you could see some class mates had scribbled in the memory book already and you smiled slightly as you read it realising that no one had really grown up in 10 years. Stands displaying photos stood behind the desk and you made a note to come and look at those later. You saw a camera but no camera man and you wondered if that was better, you were leaving straight after this anyway. Your heels rang out on the stairs as you made your way towards the noise of the reunion.

As soon as you opened the door you felt overwhelmed, the beat from the music thrummed through you and you instantly headed towards the bar ordering a double gin and tonic to calm your nerves. You surveyed your surroundings, it had been decorated with the school colours and you winced at the mix of orange, white, red and black realising how much you hated the colours together. You took your glass as your eyes searched the crowd trying to find a face you recognised, well you knew most of them, older but you knew them as they danced smiling at one another. You spied another room and you hoped there was food in that one, you made your way round the edge of the room quickly slipping into the larger room. This room was quieter, long tables laid out with hot plates of food and round tables that were littered with little pockets of people as they caught up.

Some double doors lead outside onto a balcony and you saw the crowd standing out there, you’d never really mixed with them at school but one caught your attention. From where you were standing you could see him perfectly as he lounged on the sofa, his long legs taking up so much room, he looked smart in his suit his long dark hair hadn’t changed in the passing years but he had a serious look on his expression, gone were smiles he used to have at school. You froze as his hazel eyes caught sight of you and he tipped his head slightly in recognition. Kylo Ren had been the one you turned to all those years ago, he had been the one to drive you to the airport even giving you money and helping you get a job so you could flee. You thought about going over but then the blonde head of Phasma came into view as she laid herself all over him and you quickly moved out of sight. Not much had changed in 10 years at all. You felt sad and you debated leaving as you lost your appetite when all of a sudden you were grabbed. You grinned as her dark hair fell all over your face and she squealed loudly in your ear making you grimace in pain .

‘Jess! Ouch!’

‘Oh my god you came!!’ She almost screamed at you .

‘Yes yes! I told you I would!’ She grabbed you for another hug and you squeezed her back, oh how you had missed her! Video calls had nothing on giving your friend a solid hug in person. ‘Where is everyone else?’ You heard yourself ask and she smirked knowing you weren’t really bothered about everyone else. You just wanted to see him.

‘There’s another room, this one has desserts in so clearly we camped in there,’ she winked and you smiled back but your stomach just went into overdrive as she led you back into the bar and across the dance floor. Of course they were in the dessert room, he had such a sweet tooth. You saw them straight away and a wave of people rose to greet you, Finn was first lifting you off the floor as he squeezed the air out of your chest, then Rose and her sister Paige.

‘Aren’t you too old to be here?’ You whispered to her and she laughed.

‘I snuck in no one saw me,’ she winked and let Snap spin you into a dizzying embrace, he gave you a kiss on the cheek before letting your feet touch the floor again. Next you were embraced by his wife Kare, followed by the clowns of the group Beaumont and Ronith. The group parted as they all sat back down and your breath was taken from you as you laid eyes on the love of your life for the first time in so long. Everything melted away as his intense brown eyes blazed into yours, his curls a dark unruly mess on top of his head and you saw he still wore his Dad’s leather jacket; it just fitted him now, perfectly. He rested one leg on his knee, one of his arms was draped over an empty chair and he didn’t get up to greet you. You swallowed plastering a smile on your face and you felt eternally grateful to Jess as she dragged you over the tables to look at the cakes. But you couldn’t see them, your vision swam and you tried desperately to compose yourself.

‘Well, that was intense,’ Jess mumbled as she passed you a plate. You jumped slightly as you heard his rich laugh rise up from the group, you didn’t know you were going to feel this so strongly, the guilt ripped through you and now you really wished you hadn’t come.

‘He hates me,’ you whispered mindlessly spooning some chocolate cake onto your plate.

‘He doesn’t…’

‘Well he should,’ you snapped softly. You slowly walked back to the table with her heading for the empty chair next to Snap but Jess was just a step ahead of you leaving the only chair available was the one Poe had his arm thrown possessively over.

‘C-can I sit here?’ You were acutely aware the group was watching you both as they talked extra loudly trying to cover up the tension. He moved his arm and you slipped into the chair moving it into the table and slightly away from him. You were immediately pulled into the conversation as Beaumont started recounting some funny drunk story and finally you felt yourself relax but only slightly. Your skin tingled every time he spoke or joined it but it was never directly to you and you desperately tried to ignore that.

‘Oh god and then there was prom!’ Ronith blurted out and you instantly felt Poe tense up. A buzzing noise started in your ears as everything drained away, the memory replaying like it was yesterday in your mind.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair looked amazing, your makeup was perfect and your dress was stunning hugging you in all the right places. You looked up at the knock on the door and you knew it was Poe, you bit your lip as you stood at the top of the stairs, your Dad letting him in. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you didn’t care as Poe caught sight of you. His jaw went slack and his brown eyes widened as he swallowed nervously, your eyes raked over his outfit and his navy suit matched your dress perfectly. You slowly made your way down your hand dragging lightly on the banister until he stepped round your Dad a lopsided smile now spreading over his face as he offered you his arm.

‘You look stunning my love,’ he murmured before shooting a nervous glance at your Dad.

‘The limo is here!’ Called your mum and you both stepped outside, your parents took so many photos you tried to hurry them up but Poe was loving it. His eyes barely left you and neither did his hands, until the glare of blue lights chased away the descending darkness. You all frowned as an officer got out of the car along with Poe’s father, you knew something was instantly wrong by the look on Kes’s face.

‘Can we talk inside?’ The officer asked and your parents ushered you all inside. You had sat next to Poe holding his hand when they broke the news to him that his mother had died in a car crash, she was driving back from work hoping to catch him before he left for prom but she never made it. In that moment you had seen him break, completely fall apart before your very eyes and there was nothing you could do to help him. Shara had been a wonderful person and you adored Poe’s parents having grown up in their house as a second home. Seeing his pain had damaged something inside you and all you could think about was running away.

‘Am I right? You two,’ your eyes rose as he gestured to you both of you, ‘must have had a great time at prom we barely saw you…’ Snap punched Beaumont on the shoulder as silence settled on the table. You and Poe had never made it to prom, instead heading to the hospital so he could say a final goodbye. You got up, fumbling a quiet excuse as you hurried away from the group. You needed out, the noise cascaded over you from the bar and you could feel yourself panicking as you raced down the large staircase to head outside to the gardens. They were only small but you found a bench tucked away and you finally allowed yourself to feel. Tears slid down your face as you silently cried. You remembered everything, all the promises you made him saying you’d be there and help him through his pain but really you should have looked to yours. You didn’t even attend her funeral, turning to Kylo Ren of all people. His parents own a huge company and they got you a job in England, an apprenticeship and you took it, fleeing your old life and falling head first into a new one. Poe had every right to hate you, you hated yourself enough, hated for running out as soon as you could.

You had tried to forget Poe in England and for a time you did, you fell for someone and he swept you off your feet and you got married. But the cracks that started off tiny just got bigger and one of the last things he said to you was your heart clearly wasn’t in it. And it wasn’t, you’d left your heart here with Poe you just didn’t want to acknowledge it. You blotted your eyes trying to gather up the courage to go back inside when someone materialised out of the shadows, his hands in his pockets as he stood a few paces away from you.

‘Hi,’ he said as he stood awkwardly. You slid across the bench silently inviting him to sit with you and he did.

‘Hi,’ you whispered, clasping your hands in your lap as you turned to face him. ‘Poe…’ he shook his head interrupting you.

‘Let’s not,’ he looked up at the sky. ‘Let’s not drag that up.’

‘Good idea.’ You both sat together falling into a familiar silence but not really looking at each other until he spoke again.

‘So you went to England? Jess said…’

‘Yeah, I quite like it over there.’ He smirked slightly.

‘You have an accent.’

‘Poe Dameron I do not!’ His smile got wider as he ran a hand through his curls, a motion you had adored in High School and still did it seemed.

‘It’s cute.’ You swallowed as the butterflies restarted in your stomach and you tried to find anything else to talk about.

‘So what about you? What do you do now?’

‘I followed Dad didn’t I, became a mechanic but I work on planes rather than cars.’

‘Wow that’s impressive,’ you fiddled with the material of your dress as the next question fell from your mouth and even to your ears it sounded strained. ‘Got a wife?’ He looked down at his shoes as he shuffled them in the dirt.

‘Nope, apparently my heart wasn’t in it,’ he said bitterly and you froze hearing those words again, letting out a shaky laugh as he looked at you.

‘Well I’ve been told the exact same thing,’ he frowned as you glanced at him quickly. ‘My hus….ex husband said the same thing to me and he was right.’

‘Husband….you got married?’ You could hear the hurt in his voice and you felt the well of sadness threaten to rise inside you again.

‘Not that it worked out. I left my heart here anyway.’ He opened his mouth to reply when a shout caught both your attention, it was Snap.

‘Guys! We’re heading to Maz’s place, you coming?’

‘Yeah sure,’ you coursed together. ‘Though I want to look at the photos before we go.’ You smiled slightly at him as you stood.

‘Come on then.’ You followed him back inside and you joined Jess at a photo of the pair of you.

‘You ok?’ She asked quietly as she pointed out one of Poe and Snap looking all fresh faced and happy.

‘Yeah I’m ok,’ you replied. You paused at a photo of you all, Poe was standing next to you and he was looking down at you as you smiled at the camera.

How different your life would have been if you’d just stayed, but you had come across Kylo one night at the beach. About 1am in the morning and even though you weren’t what you would call friends you had been so desperate to talk to someone you had spilled everything to him and he gave you the way out you so desperately craved. You looked up as Poe came up behind you.

‘Come on, let’s get drunk,’ he suggested. ‘It will be like the old days,’ he said as he nudged you in a playful way. You went to step away when his hand caught your arm and he held you back from the group. ‘For the record, your ex husband doesn’t know what he’s losing,’ your breath hitched as his warm hand slid up your neck and he planted a kiss against your cheek, his stubble rubbing against you slightly before moving away and you fell into step beside him.

You noticed how suddenly the dynamic had changed between you, now he wanted to sit next to you, he followed you, his hand lightly touching you now and again as he spoke to you. You tried not to think about the way his body pressed against you as you all squeezed into two cars, the scent rolling off his leather was undeniably Poe and it made you swoon slightly. Finally spilling out of the car you gulped in some fresh air trying to curb the feelings you had creeping up on you.

The bar was exactly how you remembered it, dingy and dark perfect for making out in without getting caught. Your eyes were drawn to a booth in the corner and Poe saw you looking.

‘You remember?’ He murmured.

‘Of course I remember,’ you whispered in reply looking up at him. It had been the first place you’d kissed and right now you felt exactly as you did then as you caught up in his eyes, his scent, his expression.

‘Guys! Shots!’ You dragged your gaze away from the man next to you as you grabbed a glass off the bar, all downing the burning liquid before Jess gestured for another lot. You ordered a gin and tonic and took the glasses over to the empty booth, you slipped in and Poe slid in next to you. The rest joined and you couldn’t help the little flutter in your chest as he brushed up against you when he took his leather jacket off, his white shirt top buttons were undone and you caught sight of a necklace. Poe had never been one for jewellery and you pointed feeling curious.

‘What’s this?’ He pulled the chain out and you recognised the silver ring instantly. ‘It’s Shara’s.’ He smiled and let you take it in your hands, turning it over with your fingers as you felt how warm it was from being against his chest.

‘Pack it in you two! I want to hear all about England!’ You let the ring drop and your eyes flew to Poe’s in panic. You hadn’t told any of them except Jess you were married and you had only just told Poe you were divorcing.

‘Let’s get another round in,’ Poe said loudly trying to draw attention off of you but Kare was relentless.

‘Sure sure get some drinks, but I want to hear about it, you’ve been out there for 10 years not even heard a peep from you. What’s so captivating over there?’

‘Oh you know, I’ve just been working hard, I was offered an opportunity and I couldn’t pass it up.’ You rubbed your arm feeling a chill as Poe got up from the table, Snap going with him to the bar.

‘Doing what?’ You shifted uncomfortably as you looked at your friends faces.

‘Well, I help run the British side of the Alderaan Haulage company.’

‘Wait wait,’ said Beaumont holding his hands up. ‘You work for Kylo Ren?’ You could feel the blush creeping over your cheeks as Poe started heading back to the table.

‘He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,’ you said trying to keep your voice low.

‘Is he still as much of a douche as he was at school?’ Poe’s attention snapped to the table at Ronith’s very loud question and you felt yourself die inside a little bit.

‘I don’t have any problems with him,’ you said shrugging.

‘But then he left you alone at school,’ sneered Kare. ‘He had a crush on you soooo bad,’ said Jess.

‘Who are we talking about?’ Said Poe as he slipped a drink over to you and sat back next to you, his shoulder nudging yours.

‘Kylo Ren,’ said Kare as Snap sat down gently beside her. ‘He had a crush on the traitor here.’

‘Guys that’s my boss you’re talking about and he just walked in,’ you hissed, sinking into your seat slightly as Poe flung a possessive arm around your shoulders. You felt surprised as the sudden obvious contact and you saw Jess smirk as she sipped her drink.

You all watched as the crowd piled in, they had been the popular cool kids at school, Kylo with his rich parents had ruled the year, Armitage Hux was still hanging onto his every word, Phasma still shamelessly thirsting after him. Then there were the guys, you and your friends had called them the Knights as they always surrounded Kylo like a beefy entourage, as if he needed protecting. Kylo clocked you before they swarmed the bar and you did a stupid hand wave in acknowledgement.

‘That was embarrassing for you,’ sniggered Jess as they all started laughing into their drinks.

‘Laugh it up fuzzballs! I bet I’m making more money than all of you combined!’ Thankfully that started a new debate and you sat back into Poe’s side as you let them argue. You shivered as his hand gently brushed up your arm, you were sure he didn’t even know he was doing it but you didn’t mind. You had daydreamed so much over the last few years and every time you hit a low point, memories of Poe had helped you through. Your phone buzzed and you cursed as the name came up on the screen.

‘I need to take this,’ you mumbled, climbing over Poe not even getting to enjoy the way his hands helped you out as all you could think about is why he was ringing now.

‘Hello?’

‘Mummy?’ You instantly grinned hearing your daughter's little voice.

‘Hey baby, you ok?’

‘Yeah,’ your 4 year old daughter's voice brought tears to your eyes and you remembered why you had hesitated in coming. ‘Just missing you mummy.’

‘I’ll be home in a couple of days baby. Is daddy being good?’

‘Nope, he won’t let me eat chocolate before bed.’

‘Well that’s good…’

‘Mummy...bye.’

‘Bye baby…’ you heard some rustling on the other end of the line and you frowned as you heard your ex husband speak.

‘So when will you be back?’ He demanded.

‘Well my flights in just over 24 hours then I’ll be home soon after that.’

‘I don’t see why you had to go…’

‘Yeah well maybe I needed a break from it all,’ you snapped, already feeling weary from talking to him.

‘I’ve got papers for you to sign.’

‘Can we talk about this when I get back? And not in front of Flick?’ You looked up at the night sky blinking back tears, fed up with the fights, the paperwork and hiding it all from your daughter as best you could. For now anyway.

‘Say goodnight to mummy it’s dark over there…’ you grinned at your daughters sing song voice before wishing her a goodnight and putting the phone down.

‘You ok?’ You wiped your eyes hurriedly as Poe stood by the door to the bar.

‘Yeah I’ll be in a minute.’ But he came up to you, pulling your hands away from your face.

‘I know you. I know when you’re upset. What did he say?’ You could hear a hint of annoyance in his tone and it warmed you inside that he still felt protective over you.

‘Not much, he was just reminding me I have papers to sign and letting our daughter say goodnight to me,’ the words left your mouth before you could think of what you were saying, not that you were ashamed of your child but you just wanted to have a night and be that person you’d been 10 years ago, now you thought with a heavy heart, Poe would look at you differently.

‘A daughter?’ His voice was monotone almost like he was trying to cover up his shock.

‘Yeah, maybe I should have brought her up before, I don’t know I just wanted to be me for a night.’

‘And you flew all the way out here to do it?’ He asked.

‘It’s been hell,’ you stated simply. You took a shuddery breath trying to quell the rising storm inside you but you felt Poe was the one person you could really be yourself around and at a touch of his hand your barriers fell. He pulled you to him and you cried loudly into his shirt, you hated this and you wished you’d never come but you so desperately needed to escape your situation at home even if it was just for a few days. You felt confused as you clutched Poe’s shirt and he just held you, ever dependable Poe. You pulled away not wanting to rely on him like this.

‘I’m ok, I just need to compose myself,’ you said sniffing.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’ He asked his voice slightly husky as he looked down at you.

‘Yeah I should probably find a motel or something.’

‘Come back to mine, I’ve got a spare room. You’re not here for long, call me selfish but we have some catching up to do. I want to spend time with just you.’ You looked at him, you wanted to, oh god you wanted to go. Your brain said no but your heart said yes and today your heart won.

‘Sure, I’d like that.’

‘Let me get my jacket, stay here. I’ll be subtle.’ He planted a kiss on your head and you closed your eyes still warring with yourself. You told yourself you deserved this, even if a small voice at the back of your mind said you were going to break his heart all over again. He returned within minutes, his hand firmly pressing against the small of your back as he led you away from the bar. ‘Jess clocked me,’ he said just as the door opened. He grabbed you as he darted down an alleyway, he clutched you to him tightly as he peered round the corner. ‘She’s looking for us,’ he whispered and you couldn’t help but grin remembering you used to this back when you were dating. He looked down at you, his hand coming up, brushing the hair over your shoulder before gently swiping your cheek, his thumb trailed softly over your bottom lip and you ran it through your teeth as he tickled you.

You gasped as his lips connected with yours, the kiss was quick as he pulled away seeing your reaction. Your brain froze as long gone feelings rushed to the forefront.

‘I can’t….I only have tonight. I have to go back…’ you whispered feeling sad that you couldn’t just get lost in his arms without hurting him. He rested against the wall with a sigh as he thought about what you said, his curls flopping over his forehead in the way you loved so much.

‘What if we just take tonight. Don’t think ahead, let’s just have tonight.’ His voice was low and you heard the edge of need in his tone stoking the fire inside you.

‘Just tonight…’ you whispered as his hand wrapped around the base of your neck pulling you to him but he paused, his eyes looking deeply into yours as his lips brushed you gently.

‘Just tonight,’ he whispered back. He pulled away dragging you into the night.

Once you were inside his house you felt nervous, like a teenager and your parents were away but they had expressly said no partners. Yet you broke the rules anyway. That’s exactly how you felt, the air of anticipation surrounded you both as you silently slipped your shoes off at the front door. His house was homely, slightly messy but you didn’t care, grinning as he grabbed some stuff to throw in the washing machine.

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting visitors.’

‘You were never the tidiest person,’ you said following him into the kitchen and you couldn’t help the smile spreading over your face at the noise of indignation he made.

‘I am an adult! I can live how I like!’ You laughed remembering his Dad used to say that.

‘When you grow up you can live how you like, but until then! It’s my rules!’ You both descended into laughter as you finished off Kes’s phrase. He opened the fridge and pulled out some bottles.

‘What would you prefer, cider or beer?’

‘Ooh cider!’

‘Think fast!’ Your hand shot out as he threw the bottle at you and thankfully you caught it.

‘Poe Dameron! I was not ready!’ You said punching him gently on the shoulder, he held out his bottle and you took it automatically snapping the metal cap off with your teeth.

‘I’m glad that never changed,’ he said before taking a swig, his dark eyes trained on you. You snapped the cap off your bottle and took a sip feeling the cool fruity liquid flood your mouth. You were going to have a headache tomorrow.

‘Can I have a snoop?’ He shrugged and you slowly made your way to the living room. It was clear only Poe had lived here, you paused at the sofa, your fingers threading into the blanket thrown over the back. You recognised it instantly, your nan had taught you how to crochet and you had made a blanket with orange and white colours to create some circular patterns. You had been so shy giving it to him sure he was going to think it was stupid but he took it giving you a hug and saying thanks. And here it was 15 years later on the back of his sofa.

‘Poe..’ you looked at him leaning on the doorframe as he watched you.

‘It was all I had of you after you left.’ You took a steady breath at the sadness lacing his tone as you fisted your hand into the blanket. You took a long drink out of your bottle hoping to fight back the tears as you chucked your head back, the bubbles danced on your tongue and you tried to concentrate on that sensation but you could feel him behind you.

His hand took the bottle from your grasp and you let it slide from your fingers as you watched him over your shoulder. Next he removed your coat softly dragging it down your arms and you got goosebumps as his fingers trailed over your skin. He gently brushed your hair to the side and you had to bite your lip as he kissed the hollow in your neck. His hand tracked down your body as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a moment as his arms tightened around you and he breathed softly against your neck, his nose buried in your hair. You could feel the tension building inside you and you shifted against him, biting your lip again when you felt how hard he was through his trousers already.

You could feel your heart racing as you spun in his embrace, you could feel the edge of the sofa digging into your lower back as he pressed into you. You slipped your hands into his leather jacket, teasing it off his shoulders and laying it down over the sofa. His hands went back to your hips and his eyes roamed over your face, your chest heaved as you studied his face. A face you had desperately missed, you slowly traced his lips with your finger and his eyes glowered at you with a smouldering heat.

‘I’ve missed these,’ you whispered gently brushing his soft curls away from his eyes and he leaned into your touch.

‘I have missed you. More than you realise.’

‘Show me,’ you whispered. ‘Show me how much you've missed me.’ His lips were on you in a second, his tongue in your mouth as he pressed up against you. The kiss was fierce, full of hunger and need as his lips caressed yours, his tongue possessing your mouth in a way that left you dizzy and wanting air. Your body trembled as you pulled at his top and he tugged at your dress straps, you pulled your arms out pushing it down to expose your breasts and the smoulder in his eyes made you press your thighs together in anticipation. A fire had awoken inside you, a fire only Poe could create. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once and you groaned loudly as he sucked on your neck, kissing that spot that only he had been able to find. You pulled your dress up your thighs and wrapped your legs around his hips pulling him closer as you leaned back slightly. His hands supported your back as his mouth trailed searing hot kisses along your exposed collarbone and you worked his shirt out of his trousers, sliding your hands up his toned back. You moaned as he stepped away, his hair disheveled from your fingers, his lips red where he had kissed you hard, his eyes glittering with heat and his chest heaved as he tried to steady himself.

He pulled on your hand and you slowly followed him as he led you upstairs, he looked back giving you that lopsided smile that was always full of unspoken promises. He pulled you to him, kissing you gently as he backed into the bedroom, he turned and shoved you onto the bed and you watched with hooded eyes as he undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it apart before he crawled between your legs, which you opened to accommodate him. His hand slid up your body, trailed up your neck and he pulled you to him for another kiss. You pulled on him and slowly he lowered his body onto yours, his skin warm to the touch and you rolled your hips into his eliciting a groan from him.

‘Baby you’re so needy,’ he whispered as his hand slowly trailed up your inner thigh, gently brushing your underwear and you almost whimpered in desperation for him to touch you. He hooked a finger in the band and began to shimmy them down your legs, leaving a line of wet kisses down your leg as he did. You were so consumed by your need for him everything else flew from your mind as he grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart. The cold air teased your wet core and you weren’t even ashamed with how wet you were, your hips bucked as he ghosted a hand over your bundle of nerves. ‘Patience.’ His brown eyes raked down your hot and bothered body before he dipped down, his face pressed into your inner thigh and you wound your fingers into his curls. You gasped, your eyes closing tightly as his tongue licked up your wet slit, your back arched as you felt a finger nudge at your entrance. ‘You are so wet,’ he murmured with a moan as he pushed a finger inside you.

‘More!’ You gasped and he obliged with another finger stretching you slightly but you wanted even more. You groaned as you tossed your head to the side just concentrating on the sensations he was giving you and the third finger that stretched you perfectly. A groan ripped from your chest as he gently swiped a thumb over your clit.

‘God, you make the best noises,’ moaned as his head dipped down again and you tightened your grip on his curls as he began to suck on you. His fingers dragged in and out of you causing cries of pleasure to bubble up from inside you. Your orgasm came at you in a rush, pleasure flooding your body as you tensed around him, you could feel just one more suck, one more motion and he’d have you tipping over the edge. Your legs shook and your mouth opened wide as the tidal wave of pleasure rocked your core, it spread through you and momentarily you didn’t know where you were, just lost in the wave of pleasure as it swept you away. You hummed as finally your legs relaxed, he crawled his way up you, kissing you as he shed his shirt and trousers in a rush. You wiggled your hips at the feel of his hardness against you burning the skin of your inner thigh, slowly he entered you and you both groaned at the sensation as he pushed into you. You were both so wet he slid in easily, slotting against you like he was made for you. His hands swiped the hair off your face as he kissed you deeply, his hips finally moving as he settled into a steady rhythm. You zoned out to the noises he made, the way his chain jingled against you both, the little huffs and groans he made when you wiggled a certain way had you moving closer to a second orgasm quicker than you’d like. His face buried in your neck and you felt him falter slightly against you and you knew he was close. You slipped a hand between you gently rubbing your clit, his eyes met yours as he quickened the pace. ‘I’m so c-close,’ he stuttered.

‘Mmmm let go!’ He pressed his forehead against you as he pumped into you, bringing you both over the threshold, your cries mingling together as you both released at the same time. He sagged against you kissing you lazily as you both rested in the post orgasmic bubble with each other. You wrapped your arms around each other, enjoying the company but as the feelings trickled away from you both cold realisation set in that this wouldn’t last for much longer.

‘Poe…’ but he stopped you with a hand over your mouth.

‘You promised me,’ he kissed your cheek. ‘An entire,’ he kissed your other cheek. ‘Night.’

‘We best carry on then,’ you whispered as a smile crept over your face.

‘Have you got anymore in you baby?’ Before he could react you flipped him onto his back.

‘You have no idea,’ you said as you nudged his face with your nose kissing him gently.

‘Promises…’ he murmured.

You stood by the edge of the bed looking down at him still sleeping. As you had predicted you had a headache but what did you expect from mixing your drinks. You knelt down next to the bed, not wanting to wake him but not wanting to leave without saying goodbye either, not again.

‘Poe…’ you nudged him slightly. ‘Poe….’ He groaned one eye opening sleepily.

‘Is it time?’ You smiled to try and cover the tears that were threatening to well up in your eyes and you nodded. He looked at you for a moment before pulling you to him and whispering in your ear as he embraced you. ‘We said, just tonight.’

‘I know I know!’ He pulled back slightly kissing everywhere he could reach as he held your face. The tears fell silently as you kissed him back before getting up, time was marching on and you couldn’t afford to miss your flight. ‘I have to go...my flight.’

‘Let me walk you out.’ His fingertips were touching you the whole time until you were at the door when he kissed you. His tongue swiping your lips as he kissed you deeply, you felt the wall behind you as he tried to press as much of himself against you as much as possible and you tried desperately not to cry into his mouth. You felt awful, walking away yet again leaving him standing here alone. ‘I don’t hold it against you,’ he murmured as he tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘If I could have left 10 years ago, I would have.’ You cleared your throat before you spoke.

‘But I should have stayed…’

‘No. You did the right thing, I didn’t think so at the time but for you, maybe for both of us. It was the right thing.’ He lifted your head, your eyes locking with his.

‘But the life we could…’ he shrugged. His muscles rippling under his smooth skin as he held your chin.

‘So what? Don’t dwell on the past, it could have been a really great life or we could have ended up hating each other.’

‘But I love you…’ a sob gripped your throat and you fell against him wishing you didn’t have to leave, not knowing when you could come back.

‘I love you too, I always have and I always will, but.’ He placed his hands on your shoulders pushing you away as he swallowed harshly. ‘We said. Just tonight. You have to go back.’ You nodded miserably, he was right you did have to go back.

He opened the door and stepped away from you leaving you no choice but to head outside, your taxi chose that moment to pull up with a squeal of its brakes. ‘Your taxi is here.’ You nodded sniffing slightly as you looked at him.

‘Bye Poe,’ it was barely a whisper like you didn’t want to say it but you had to struggle out the goodbye this time. You owed him that.

‘Goodbye, my love.’ It took all your effort to compose yourself at the use of his old nickname for you, it was his way of saying he’d keep you close to him always and forever. As the taxi drove away you didn’t look back, you couldn’t or you’d break down, shriek at the taxi to stop, fall back into his arms and you’d never find the strength to go back to England. You pulled your phone out with shaky hands and looked at the photo of your daughter smiling up at you. You were going home for her. The streets turned into a blur around you as the taxi sped you away, back to your life and tearing you away from the one you wanted.

You opened your eyes as the weak sunlight streamed through your curtains highlighting the cardboard boxes stacked up in your room. It had been over a month since you’d got back from America and things had moved quickly, the papers were signed, the house was sold and you bought a small two bed for you and Felicity. She was with her father this weekend and in all honesty you hated when she left. You walked through the house in your baggy t-shirt cursing softly as you stubbed your toe on another box in the hallway, hopping the last few steps you managed to ease yourself into your chair and woke your computer up. With a sigh you checked your emails annoyed to see you had nothing to attend to at this ungodly hour on a Sunday. You slumped at your desk, laying your head on the table trying not to get sucked into the swirling whirlpool of dark thoughts that struck you whenever you were on your own, threatening to pull you in the murky depths of hopelessness. A ping made you sit up and you saw Kylo had sent you an email. Finally, you thought, something to do! But you paused at the words on the email.

You have this week off. Enjoy.

Regards

Kylo

You stared at the email, you didn’t book time off? You’d been working 7 days a week almost every week since you got back. Furiously you shot an email back saying he must have made a mistake but the response was almost immediate.

I do not make mistakes. Don’t make me change my mind.

Kylo

You sat back in your chair frowning, you had nothing coming up, no one's birthdays, it wasn’t Easter or Christmas, no school holidays….your mind spun wildly as you entered the kitchen putting the coffee machine on. You really had no idea why Kylo would give you this week off, maybe he was rewarding your hard work but it was so out of character for him.

You swiftly grabbed your coffee as a knock sounded at the door, you quickly ran a hand through your hair but you just successfully made it worse. You pulled the door open expecting to see you ex bringing your daughter home early but your eyes were playing tricks on you. Shock held you rigid, your fingers gripping harshly to the door but you didn’t register the pain shooting down your arm. You had no words as you blinked stupidly at the person before you all coherent thought leaving your brain as he grinned at your reaction.

‘My love, are you going to let me in?’

‘I — I, yes…..’ you finally managed to step aside noting the large bag on his back as he gently prised your fingers off the door closing it softly behind him. You still couldn’t process he was really here as he leaned against the door, his eyes heavy and weary after the long journey. ‘Here.’ You held out the coffee and he took it, his eyes darting behind you.

‘Is she here?’ You shook your head, your heart beating erratically in your chest as he took a step towards you. ‘So I can do this?’ He whispered as his hand slipped round your waist, pulling you towards him he kissed you deeply. You pushed away, your hand flying to your tingling lips as you stared wide eyed at him.

‘You’re here.’

‘I am, sorry it took me so long selling the house was a pain and convincing Dad this was the right choice…’

‘You’re moving here? For good?’ He turned to look at you, his dark eyes hesitant.

‘I can buy my own place until you’re ready..’

‘No.’ You grinned, a stupidly big grin as you stared at Poe Dameron in your hallway, in England. ‘You move in here, we have wasted enough time.’

‘Only if you’re sure?’

‘Of course I’m sure. Holy fuck you’re actually here?’ You let out a short laugh in disbelief.

‘Tired, but I’m actually here.’

‘Jess told you where I was didn’t she?’

‘For once, yes she did.’ He held up a hand moving towards the front door. ‘I brought some extra gifts.’ Loud shouts erupted from outside as you saw all your friends standing on your doorstep. Tears filled your eyes as you greeted them all.

This is what you’d wanted, your friends and the man you had loved your whole life in your life always. Bet you’re glad you went to that reunion now.

[kiwi-bitchez]

You Can Bet On It

Summary: Your roommate drags you out to the club where she beets a tall, blonde, handsome brit. You hand back at the bar and happen to meet his roommate. 

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: smutttt, a little rough, spanking and light choking, use of vibrator, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 8k (got a little carried away with this one...)

Oh god, what is that horrible squeaking sound?

You are ripped from your trance to realize that the irritating noise was coming from you. Your bad habit of scratching off beer labels when you are nervous was starting to show, as your nail had worn completely through the thin paper, and had been obnoxiously rubbing into the glass.

You had zoned out, letting your eyes land on the ground and drift out of focus, clearing your head for a moment or five. Bars weren’t your favorite place. Scratch that, this kind of bar wasn’t your favorite place. Watered down liquor, slurred speech, thumping music, and people who were drunk enough not to care that they were practically having sex in public.

One of those people being your roommate Madison. You loved her, but god you couldn’t be more different. She is wild, sparkly, loud, fun. You’re…not. Your squeaking had pulled your focus back up to the dancefloor of the club where she was swaying her body back and forth with some tall blonde stranger.

You had to give it to her, she had a way with men at bars. Barely even setting her stuff down before someone buys her a drink, uses a line, offers to dance. This was Madison’s cup of tea, or tequila rather. She loves getting dressed up and going out to the busiest clubs, finding some handsome stranger to whisk her away for a night.

You didn’t judge her, not at all. You actually found yourself jealous of her, wishing you had that kind of confidence. She had tried to help you on many occasions, being your self-proclaimed wing-woman and trying to help you pick up guys at bars, but you could never quite get the hang of the awkward small talk and rushed physical intimacy.

You did, on occasions like this, let her drag you out with her. It kept her off your back about being “antisocial” and a “hermit,” and you liked keeping an eye out for her, making sure no one was trying to take advantage. Not that she couldn’t take care of herself, Madison would snap if anyone tried to pull anything, but a more sober pair of eyes never hurts.

You had managed to grab a seat at the bar, facing outward to observe the bustling crowd. People-watching could sometimes prove to be an interesting way to pass the time, and truthfully you’d rather observe than interact most of the time. A few people had started conversations with you at the bar, and you weren’t a bitch or anything, you just clearly gave off the vibe that you weren’t interested in being bought some fruity cocktail and wooed onto the dancefloor.

Madison had her back pressed against the guy she was dancing with, his hands on her hips. The song was ending, and she made eye contact with you, nodding her head not-so-subtly towards the bathroom, signaling to you that she wanted to talk. Laughing to yourself at how un-smooth, yet totally smooth she managed to be at the same time.

“What’s up girl,” you ask as she pulls you into one of the single stall bathrooms.

“Y/N,” she grabs your shoulders, “he’s BRITISH.”

“Who?” you ask before registering that she was probably talking about that boy she had been grinding on.

“His name is Harrison, and he’s BRITISH, got the accent and everything,” she pressed her back up to the wall, pretending to fan herself off.

“Damn, going international now?” you joke, twiddling with the bottle in your hand.

“So, I need you to check him out, get a vibe, and let me know what you think,” she locks eyes with you, trying to be serious, unable to keep a few giggles from slipping out.

“I saw you two dancing, he’s definitely really good looking,” you tell her. She would always do this, try to make you feel involved, ask your opinion about the guy she was flirting with. She said she always wants your truthful opinion, but she always got the hottest guy at the place no matter where she was, so there wasn’t much for you to tell.

“Ugh, I’m totally gonna fuck him. Should I? I’m going to. I HAVE to. He’s British, and I can’t pass up an opportunity like that,” she was definitely talking to herself at this point.

You turn her towards the mirror, help her fluff her hair, straighten her dress, and give her some words of encouragement.

“You are hot. You are amazing. And you are going to have amazing hot sex with British Harrison,” you chant to her in the mirror, encouraging her to say it back to herself. Not that she needed the encouragement, but these little rituals you had in club bathrooms were always funny and sweet, it was one of the reasons you didn’t mind going out with her. You appreciated that she liked having your opinion, having someone she trusted around.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” you give her butt a tap as she exits the bathroom and shuffles back out onto the dancefloor, finding her man right where she had left him.

Your seat at the bar had been stolen, but you spotted an empty area over by a wall, somewhere you could comfortably stand and wait until Madison left with her suitor. Deciding to order another drink, something a little stronger than the beer you had been nursing, you make your way over to the bar.

Forearms leaning against the hard surface, you poke your head forward trying to get the bartender’s attention. She walks over, but immediately starts chatting up the guy standing next to you. Typical. If she pushed her boobs up a little bit he would probably leave a fat tip, so you couldn’t blame her.

You shift your eyes over to get a look at the guy next to you as he orders his gin and tonic, all you could see were his toned forearms and a glimpse of his profile. Not bad. You understood why the bartender was so eager to ignore you. She eventually stops fake laughing at his order, because what the fuck is funny about a gin and tonic, and looks your way.

“I’ll just have the same,” you say quickly, wanting to get out of there quickly and claim your spot by the wall.

“Are you copying me, love?” the stranger asks, leaning his bodyweight against the bar in the same position as you, “is that your move? Order the same drink to chat me up?”

“What’s your move, love” you quickly quip back, “being a dick to girls at the bar and hoping they’re into that?”

“You just didn’t strike me as a G and T type of girl, that’s all,” he puts his hands up defensively.

“Hmmm I see, be a dick and then tell me what kind of girl I seem like.”

You finally turn to him, allowing yourself to make eye contact. You hoped that he wasn’t taking your banter the wrong way, you weren’t trying to be nasty, you just found yourself in a particular mood.

He opened his mouth to say something back to you, but you cut him off before he could. In the two seconds you had made eye contact, you had realized that the stranger you were having your little back and forth with had an accent. A British accent.

“Are you here with that guy?” you gesture over to Madison on the dancefloor, “tall, blonde, striking blue eyes. English.”

“Harrison? Yeah, he’s my mate. If you’re interested in him you should probably have made your move a while ago, because he seems a bit occupied,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, occupied with my roommate,” you laugh back.

“Ah, I see,” he takes the two drinks from the bartender, handing you yours.

“Is he a good guy?” you ask, not sure why this man would tell you otherwise, “he’s not going to like, tie her up and murder her or anything like that?”

“Harrison? Nah, good guy, decent guy. He might tie her up, but he definitely won’t murder her.”

“Ha ha,” you sarcastically respond, “just looking out for my friend.”

“Why do you ask? You think they’ll go home together?” he asks.

“Oh, most definitely,” you tell him, “she dragged me into the bathroom a minute ago to gush about how she’s about to fuck a British guy.”

“Haz is a bit of a slag, so that won’t be too hard on her part.”

“Yeah, I see they are already well acquainted,” you turn to see Madison’s tongue down his throat. This night may be ending quicker than you had anticipated.

“I’m Tom,” he pulls your attention away from the public displays of affection and back to where he was seated at the bar, an empty seat opening up next to him.

“Y/N,” you stick out the hand that wasn’t holding your drink.

“It’s weird that you shake hands,” he says as he takes your clammy hand into his, his grip tighter than you had expected.

You shrug and take a gulp of your drink, abandoning hope of claiming the spot by the wall and deciding to camp out here with this strange British boy until Madison goes on her merry way.

“So how do you know him,” you nod back to where Harrison and Madison are.

“Oh, Haz is my best mate, we go way, way back,” he leans on his arm again, giving you a good view of his biceps against his black t-shirt, “we live in South London, but we’re here in the States for the summer. Work stuff.”

“Oh, so you two live together?” he nods at your question while sipping his drink, “so we can be sad and lonely at the bar while our hot roommates get it on.”

“Wow, I’ve never been told I’m lousy company before,” his humor met yours, “and I even paid for your drink you copycat.”

“You didn’t,” you give him a stern look but he shrugs back, a mischievous grin creeping across his face.

“Is this your ploy,” you smack the side of his arm, “the two of you find girls at the bar to lure back to your fancy apartment to have a freaky foursome with or something like that?”

“Now who’s being a dick and assuming things,” he says through broken laughs.

“Although,” you draw out your words, “your friend is pretty hot, maybe I’ll just go home with them.”

“Haz most certainly would not be opposed to that,” he jokes back.

You gesture to the bartender to make two more, and to put them on your tab. Tom gives you a look, but you give him one right back.

“Now I don’t owe you anything,” you explain.

“Hey, I’m not like that,” he gets defensive again, “I’m not quite as sleazy as my friend over there.”

“I’m just trying to help you out,” you narrow your eyes, “you’re the one who’s going to have to put up with the two of them all night.” You gesture over towards Madison and Haz.

“Pardon,” he coughs as he downs the rest of his drink, getting ready for the next.

“Oh, you thought they would be going back to our apartment?” you laugh sarcastically, “no, no, absolutely not.”

“Are you being serious? Or are you fucking with me? Cuz I honestly can’t tell.”

“Oh, you’re going to wish I was fucking with you. By the way she’s looking at him, I’m gonna give them, I don’t know, three, four solid rounds,” you try to make an empathetic face but can’t help the grin that creeps onto your face, “and Madison’s a screamer.”

“Too much information, thank you,” Tom covers his ears.

“Hey, I’m just trying to give you a heads up,” you cackle.

“Who’s to say he can’t convince them to go back to yours. I bet it’s closer.”

“She’s good at getting what she wants, and she “doesn’t shit where she eats”,” you make air quotes around the phrase, “in whatever twisted way that means she doesn’t like to bring guys back to our apartment. Weird personal rule, but I don’t question it cuz I always get to sleep peacefully.”

“You wanna bet?” Tom suggests, clearly not having thought this through, “My boy Haz is a smooth talker, and it seems like she really likes him. I say you’re the unfortunate roommate who’s going to have to put up with all that.”

“You’re on,” you set your drink down, extending your hand to him for the second time that night, “what do I get when they go back to your place?”

“If they go back to mine, I’ll cover your tab and leave you alone. And when they go back to yours, you’ll agree to let me take you out sometime,” he shakes your hand with a cocky grin on his face.

“Doesn’t seem like much of a bet, either way you’re buying me a drink.” He was growing on you, the accent, the floppy brown hair, the dimples. You were still wary of meeting strangers at bars, but something about him seemed genuine.

The two of you flipped around in your bar stools and faced the dancefloor. You liked that he never asked you to dance. Most girls would be dying to dance with a guy like Tom, but you liked just sitting at the bar, shooting the shit and sipping your drinks.

“Okay, okay, here they come,” you whisper and jab your elbow into his side.

Madison and Harrison stumble off the dancefloor and make their way to your place at the bar.

“Hey mate,” Harrison slings an arm around Tom’s shoulder.

You tune out their conversation as you notice Madison making a ridiculous face at you, eyes practically bugging out of her head.

“THAT’S his roommate?” she mouths to you, gesturing to Tom. You nod, trying to signal to her to be more subtle.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” she continues to mouth words silently to you.

“What???” you mouth back, trying to not let Tom and Harrison notice this awkward side conversation you were having. Luckily, they were occupied by their own.

“He’s fucking HOT,” She starts to whisper, you scrunch up your face, trying to tell her to stop making a scene about it. She gets the hint, but proceeds to point to you, point to Tom, and then do the finger going in and out of the hole gesture.

You slap her hand down as she starts to laugh, “Jesus Madison, cut it out,” you whisper, “you two are going back to his?” you change the subject.

“Yeah, obviously,” she says a little louder, “sooo, perfect opportunity for you…”

“Chill out, please,” you bring your hand to your temple, knowing she was being anything but subtle and Tom had probably noticed by this point.

“I owe you big time,” Harrison says to Tom as he starts to back away, taking Madison under his arm, “I’m serious bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, be safe you two,” Tom swats the air towards Harrison and turns back towards the bar, burying his head into his hands.

“Ha ha,” you poke his side, “told you that was a bad bet to make.”

“Know any cheap hotels around here?” Tom asks, looking exasperated.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you look at him seriously, “he kicked you out for the whole night?”

“I offered,” Tom sighs, “he would do the same for me.”

“Damn, you’re a good friend. Certainly a better roommate than me,” you turn to him, trying to be sympathetic, “but honestly, you probably didn’t want to be present for any of that anyways.”

Tom gestures towards the bartender with his card, telling her to charge for both your bar tabs.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” you say.

“Hey, a bet is a bet, and now I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.”

You grab his arm as he starts to get up. Something inside of you told you to help him out, to not let him leave.

“It’s no Four Seasons, but I may know a place where you could kill a few hours,” you tell him, his eyes wide with excitement that you wanted to spend more time with him.

“You sure? It’s really no trouble…”

“Yeah, I’m sure, it’s only a few blocks from here.”

The two of you exit the loud club, only a few minutes behind Harrison and Madison. The stark contrast of the freezing outside air from the sweaty atmosphere of the club hits you. You take a few steps out onto the city sidewalk. Suddenly your feet buckle out underneath you and you are slipping backwards rapidly.

Tom quickly grabs you, one hand catching your shoulders and the other grabbing your hand, helping steady you. You gasp from the fall, but are grateful that you never hit the pavement.

“Hey, watch out for that patch of ice,” he jokes.

“Thank you,” you were a little flustered, both from falling and from being in his arms.

The two of you continue down the street, his hand still tightly gripping yours. You look at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

“Just making sure you don’t slip again, love,” he squeezes your hand a little tighter. You roll your eyes at him but don’t let go.

Typically, you would hate the pet names, “love,” “darling.” That stuff usually made your skin crawl. But there was something about his demeanor, maybe it was the accent, that made you not mind it at all. You actually kind of liked it.

“So where are you taking me?” he asks.

“Secret.”

It actually wasn’t anything worth keeping a secret. You worked at a small bar a few blocks away from the club you had been at. It was very different however. It was small, and never crowded other than a few regulars who would take the same booths and order the same drinks every night. It was down a side street, relatively difficult to find, hence the lack of business.

What you weren’t planning on telling Tom was that this was also the building you lived in. Your apartment was a few floors up. You picked up night and weekend shifts at the small bar to help cover rent, plus it wasn’t a bad place to spend your extra time. You never had to work too hard, and you could read or do homework behind the bar when not tending to customers. Plus, you got the pick the music.

You stomped your feet against the doormat, scraping all the collected snow off your shoes. Tom didn’t seem to be bothered that you had brought him to another bar, he seemed happy even. You watched his face intently as his cheeks grew rosy from the warmth of the indoors. You liked how the tips of his ears turned pink.

“Voila,” you gesture to the generally empty room, “the Four Seasons.”

He smiles at you and offers to take your coat. He makes his way over to the bar, choosing one of many empty seats. His eyebrows knit together as you continue walking away from him, hopping behind the bar.

“I’m not sure you’re allowed…” he starts.

“Hey Ernie,” you yell into the back office. Your boss replies with something muffled that Tom can’t quite make out, “no, not working tonight, just here with a friend,” you respond to him.

“Ah, so we’re friends now?” Tom asks as you start to make two drinks.

“Oh sorry,” you respond sarcastically, “I’m just here with the roommate of the guy who’s fucking my roommate, my bad.”

“No, no,” he brings his hands up, “we can be friends.”

He takes a sip of the drink you’ve handed him, asking you what it is.

“Moscow mule, fresh ginger, extra lime.”

“This is great, I’ve never had one of these.”

“What can I say, I’m kind of a pro,” you lean on the bar across from him, folding your arms on the countertop.

He liked your sense of humor, how you always had a comeback or something snarky to say. He also really liked your casual attitude, how you seemed unphased by everything. Little did he know you were constantly screaming inside, completely unsure of everything you said and did. Completely unsure as to how you ended up making a cocktail for one of the most attractive boys you’ve ever met. You tried to keep your cool though, and so far, it had been working.

You faced one another, sipping your drinks. At first an awkward moment of silence settled around you, exposing that the two of you truly had just met and knew virtually nothing about one another. You quickly slipped into easy conversation. You didn’t talk about the typical important things like where you worked, where you go to school, how you ended up in the city. You didn’t ask him why he was in the states, or any details about his personal life.

The stuff you talked about was far more personal than that. You exchanged theories about the ending of Lost, debated what Ben and Jerry’s flavor is best, shared the local vernacular and slang you used. These are the things that are important. You didn’t care what he did for work. But you did care what his favorite sitcom was.

“Does this place serve food at all?” he asked when your conversation had turned to what shape of pasta goes best with what sauces.

“Nah,” you gesture to the bar, “this is everything, no kitchen.”

“Damn, I could go for something to eat. Any good places around here?”

“Unfortunately, no. Everything near us either closed at midnight or will for sure give you food poisoning.”

He ate the lime out of his drink, sucking on the pulp until nothing but the skin was left.

“Really that hungry huh?” you joke, taking his lime wedge and tossing it in the garbage, “cuz I can cut up as many of those as you’d like, maybe even find you some maraschino cherries.”

“Don’t bother, maybe I’ll just drink myself into an oblivion.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” you were going against your better judgment when you said this, but it just slipped out, “I can get you some food, follow me.”

You walked around from behind the bar and instructed him to follow you. You slipped through a back door into a spiraling staircase. The air was cold and musty, and the stairs were slightly rickety under your feet. This was the fastest way to get up to your apartment, and you realized now it was too late to turn back, he had joined you in the stairwell and you started making your way up.

“You were worried about your roommate getting murdered by Haz, but now I’m starting to think I should be the one worried,” his tone was joking, but you wondered if he actually thought you were crazy.

“Very funny,” you dismissed it as a joke, “I live in this building, smarty pants.”

You raced him up a few flights of stairs until you arrived at your floor. You started down the hall, not looking back to see if he was following. Your breath grew a little shaky as you searched for your key, realizing you were letting this stranger, this hot stranger into your apartment.

You were just going to make him some food, you remind yourself. Maybe if he’s lucky you’ll let him crash on your couch, who knows. You kept telling yourself you had no reason to be this nervous. He’s just a person.

A person with big brown eyes and strong arms. A person who held your hand and laughed at your jokes. A person who willingly followed you to your apartment door from the sketchy bar you brought him to. Oh god, maybe you did have a reason to be nervous.

“It’s a little messy, hope you don’t mind,” you open the door for him, taking off your shoes at the door.

Your apartment was small, but cozy. You and Madison had been living there for almost two years now, and the apartment was well lived in. Funny pictures donned the walls, fuzzy blankets were strewn around the couches, leftovers filled the fridge.

“What’s on the menu?” he asks, reminding you that he’s here for food.

“Hmmm,” you open the pantry, “we have supplies for stir fry, and… stir fry.”

“I think I’ll have the stir fry,” he laughs, comfortably taking a seat at your small kitchen table.

You quickly started gathering ingredients on the counter, preheating the pan.

“Any preferences?” you yell into the next room.

“I’m not picky,” he responds, “thanks again.”

You start chopping up everything in your fridge and toss it into a pan with some leftover rice. It doesn’t take you long to whip up a decent meal, as stir fry was a recurring meal in your life. You glide into the living room, two bowls in hand. He had found your speaker system and taken it upon himself to put on some music, not that you minded.

“Fuck,” he mumbles after a few mouthfuls, “either I’m starving, or you make a mean fried rice.”

“One of my many specialties,” you were glad that he liked it, glad that he seemed so relaxed despite being in a stranger’s home.

“You’re pretty cool, do you know that?” he took you by surprise

“Umm,” you weren’t sure how to respond to the compliment.

“I just haven’t really met anyone nice since moving here. Haz is really the only other person I know,” he says through bites of food, “and meeting random girls at bars isn’t really a decent way to get to know people, not really know them anyways.”

You were flattered that he was being so honest, but part of you wondered if he was buttering you up to try and get into your pants. You had let him pay for your drinks, taken him to a secondary location, and then cooked him dinner at 2 am, he really would have no reason not to believe you wanted to sleep with him. And you did, oh god did you want to sleep with him, but you were still trying to get a read, was he a flirt like this with everyone? Were you just the girl who happened to be in the right seat at the bar at the right time?

This was why you could never follow through with casual bar hookups. Your  mind ran circles around the other person, who they were, where their motivations were coming from. You could never just focus on the fact that you thought he was hot, and you wanted his dick in your mouth.

“Thanks, I guess, you’re kind of cool too,” you avoided eye contact, “but you realize that I am a random girl you met at a bar, right?”

He laughed at your response, finishing his food and taking both of your empty plates into the kitchen. You tried to stop him, but he insisted that you had done the cooking so he would do the dishes, you chose not to argue.

“Yeah but most girls at the bar don’t make me dinner,” he retorts. He had a point, this was kind of an unusual situation you found yourself in. Would this have been easier if you had met him a different way? Rubbed up on him like Madison and Harrison and scurried off to the closest bed? Probably. They were probably already at least two rounds in by now.

“I’ve never taken someone home from the bar before,” oh god, why did you just say that. Why were you being vulnerable and honest, tell him you’re a pro, that you do this all the time.

“Really? I’m surprised,” his tone was nonchalant, so maybe your awkward outburst of truth hadn’t shaken him like you thought it would, “why not?”

“Why not?” you repeat his question to yourself, “I’m just not really good at this kind of stuff, not like you.”

“Are you kidding me?” He turns from the sink to see you leaning against the counter across from him, “You were the one who wined and dined me.”

“I hardly consider stir fry and a vodka mixer to be wining and dining,” you tried to cover up your embarrassment.

“Jeez, then I’d like to experience whatever you consider to be wining and dining, cuz I’m having a great time.”

“What’s your last name?” you ask quickly, suddenly changing the subject

“Holland,” he tells you, “why?”

“I just figured I should know your full name, Tom Holland, if I’m gonna let you sleep in my apartment. You know, in case I have to report you to the police cuz you’ve robbed me or murdered my cat or something.”

“No offense but it doesn’t really look like you have anything worth stealing, and I’m pretty sure you don’t have a cat,” he laughs

“Both true,” you were laughing too. Still in the kitchen, you weren’t sure how to migrate somewhere else.

“You’re sure though? I don’t want to impose. I really can just go find a cheap motel, or go back to my place and crash the orgy that’s probably happening,” he didn’t want to stay if you weren’t comfortable.

“No worries,” you start moving to the living room, “you can make it up to me some other time. I promise you don’t want to be going back to whatever noises are happening in your apartment right now.”

You truly would have been content with him sleeping on the couch, slipping out the next morning, and never speaking again. Well, no. That wasn’t true. You wouldn’t be content, but you’d live with it. You didn’t want to assume anything, didn’t want to make a fool of yourself.

“So,” you start, obviously about to make a fool of yourself, “I can get you some blankets, and you can sleep out here. Or, if you want, we can share my bed. It’s up to you and I won’t be offended either way, I swear.”

Why did you always say things that made you feel so stupid. You winced at your own statement, not wanting to see his reaction. He took a few steps towards you, standing close, but not as close as you would have liked. You continue to look away, waiting for him to say something.

Eyes down on the carpet, you feel his hand grab your chin softly, angling your head up to meet his.

“And when we share your bed,” the breath of his words hitting your face, “are we just going to sleep, or are we...” Although his voice was cool and confident, he was genuinely asking. He had a hard time reading you, and wasn’t sure if you wanted him as badly as he wanted you, or if you were just being nice.

“The second one, definitely the second one,” you reply a little too quickly before he pulls your face to his, lips finally meeting.

His face was warm, and he smiled into the kiss, loving the way your round lips felt on his. He let his hands move to the sides of your face, cradling your jaw as his mouth moved against you. You pulled him closer to you by the grip you had on his t-shirt, the white fabric balled up in your nervous grip. You pulled him backwards with you, navigating your way down the hall.

Taking an intermission on the minute walk down to your bedroom, he presses you up against the wall of the hallway, shoulders angled above yours and mouth still hot against you. You reach your hands towards his, wanting to show him that he had control, that you wanted him to take control of you.

Getting your message, he takes your wrists together in one hand and pins them against the wall above you. His hips jut forward into yours as his wet kisses trail from the corner of your mouth down to your neck.

“Fuck, I-” you moan breathily as he sucks a spot below your ear, your hips rolling forward to meet his. All the while his grip remained tight on your wrists, keeping them steadily pinned above your head. You liked the feeling of letting go, having someone else control the situation. You were generally uptight and liked to take control in other aspects of your life, but this is one that you wanted to submit to.

“You what?” he responds with a steady voice, brown eyes burning holes into you. You knew your face was probably flushed red, hair a complete mess, and neck littered with splotches.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper shakily, “Please.”

Letting go of your arms and lifting you up by your thighs in one swift motion, he takes you by surprise as your face falls into his neck.

“This one yours?” he starts walking down to the end of the hall.

“Mhmm,” you mumble as you start to return the favor, licking up and down the base of his neck until you found his sweet spot. Suddenly you were falling back as he playfully tossed you onto your bed, sheets unmade, and blankets bunched up.

You land in a heap, quickly moving to take your shirt off. He moves quicker, practically tackling you down onto the mattress, causing you both to laugh a little.

“Hey,” he protests, “I wanted to do that.” He takes you hands and moves them as he had done before, and lifts your shirt off your body, you arch your back to help.

He slides his arm underneath you, causing your back to stay arched, pressing your chest into his. He slips his tongue back into your mouth, meanwhile he shimmies out of his jeans, letting them fall to the floor with your abandoned shirt.

Something between a gasp and a whimper escapes your lips as his other hand snakes its way into your damp underwear. Your hands lurch up into his hair, pulling his face into yours as he starts to draw slow circles up and down your lips.

He finally slips a finger into you, causing a guttural moan to stir deep in your throat. You bite your lip to hold the noises back, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pumps into you. His face comes back into focus as he steadies your head, running his thumb across your lower lip, tugging it away from your teeth.

Instinctually you wrap your lips around his finger, letting your tongue drag itself across his digit. You open your mouth up from its pucker, letting him alternate his thumb with his index and middle fingers, letting those slip into your warm mouth as well. You match the movements of his hand in your pussy with your mouth, sucking down on his fingers every time he re-entered you.

“Fuck Y/N,” he groans, his cock throbbing in his boxer briefs, “I didn’t realize you’d be so dirty.”

You grew a little self-conscious at his comment, opening your mouth so he could remove his fingers.

“It’s so fucking sexy,” he drags the pads of his fingers down your tongue. He moves them down and drags the warm wetness from your saliva down your throat and onto your nipples that were now slipped out of the top of your bra.

You buck your hips into his hand and moan, loving the way he was above you, fucking you with his strong hand, fingers much bigger than your own. You felt his pulsing erection pressing into your lower thigh, and groaned at the thought of him filling you up.

“Tommy,” you didn’t mean to use the nickname, but it slipped out, “condoms are in the shoebox in my bedside drawer, if you want to fuck me.”

He removed his fingers from you, bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean. Your eyelids fluttered at the sight, grinding your hips up into his to show him how bad you wanted him. His shirt came off and joined the pile of your clothes that was slowly growing larger on your floor. You expected him to be fit based on his arms, but he was stacked, built, unreal.

He clearly liked the attention, a cocky smile creeping across his face as your mouth hung slightly open, eyes dragging across his perfect body. He tugs on the waistband of your pants, that were mostly slipped off at this point, to signal to you to remove them while he rummaged through your bedside drawer.

You maneuver your way into a comfortable position, now completely naked, head resting back on a pillow. He was taking a little longer than you expected, pushing and prodding things around.

“They should be right there, blue box? Probably unopened?” you chuckle trying to make light of the situation. The smile is wiped clean off your face as soon as you heard a faint buzzing, then it stopped, then it started again. Condom in hand, as well as your purple vibrator, he climbs back on the bed up to you.

“You are dirty,” he says, trying not to laugh, “I fucking knew it.”

“Hey, you were not supposed to find that!” You try to snatch it out of his hand but he pulls away too quickly.

“You told me shoebox in the nightstand! What were you expecting me to find? You have like eight of these!”

“I do not own eight! I own five, and they are all different and special in their own ways!” you argue back, both laughing now as he jokingly pressed the vibrating wand into your side.

“You keep all kinds of fun stuff in there, huh?” he was not going to let it go. So what, you kept a few…personal items in a secret box in your nightstand, condoms included. You didn’t think he would look around and take an inventory. Your lack of finesse with strangers in bars was made up for by your wide array of battery-operated boyfriends. It wasn’t your fault that the online shop you ordered from sent free gifts when you spent over $100…like fuzzy handcuffs and cherry flavored lube.

The two of you laughed for a minute, both in nothing but your underwear. You were laughing, but the idea of him fucking you with one of your toys quickly made a crimson blush flush over your face. 

“Like I said darling,” he drags the vibrator down your stomach to meet your clothed pussy, “you’re fucking sexy.”

Your hips naturally buck up against his touch, arms snaking their way around his neck to pull his face down to yours. His strong fingers, much thicker than your own, re-entered you as he pressed the vibrator firmly against your clit. 

You couldn’t help but moan into his wet mouth as he fucked his fingers into you.

“Please,” you whimper, “fuck, Tom, please fuck me. I need you so bad.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he whispers into your ear, somehow making your pussy wetter than it already is. 

He pulls out of you, causing you to groan at the loss of contact. He tosses his boxers off, revealing his rock hard cock that springs up to his lower stomach. You mouth practically started watering at the sight. He pumps his hand a few times and then rolls the condom on.

You manage to move your shaky legs enough to slip your underwear and bra off. You didn’t have the mental capacity to be self conscious about being naked in front of him, because you were far too occupied drooling over his body. 

“How do you want me?” you ask innocently, not meaning to moan out the words as you did. 

“Flip over,” he gestures for you to get on all fours, and your knees got weak at the thought. 

You positioned your ass up in the air, open and ready for him. You let out a sharp breath as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your folds, teasing you before finally pushing inside. He only pushes in part way though, waiting for your reaction. 

“Fuck, Tommy,” you try to roll your hips back onto him, but he firmly grips your ass and keeps you in position. 

“You need to learn how to be patient, pretty girl,” he slowly pulls your hips back to meet his, agonizingly slow but so fucking good at the same time. 

Your eyes began to water because of how good his cock felt pushed all the way into you, you wanted him to move so bad, but he wanted to torture you, make you wait for it. 

“Please, will you please fuck me, I need it,” you sounded so desperate, but you knew he liked it, liked hearing how badly you wanted him. 

He starts moving in and out of you, firm grip on your ass never wavering. Quiet moans left his mouth as he fucked into you, causing your eyes to practically roll into the back of your head. He leans down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder blade, despite how viciously he's pounding into you. His head cranes down to your shoulder, his hand coming up to brush your hair out of your face. 

As his long fingers move your hair behind your ear, you push your head back into his hand, not wanting to lose contact. He tentatively runs his hands up into your hair, taking a soft grip on your roots.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers, “you like it rough?”

“Yes,” you manage to squeak out, “fuck, pull my hair, spank me, do whatever the fuck you want to me, please.”

He took that as a clear green light to yank back on your hair, causing your back to arch more. He keeps fucking you relentlessly, filling the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin. The obscene noises coming from your mouth only encouraged him to fuck you harder, pull your hair harder, grip your hips harder. 

With little warning you feel him suddenly slip out of you, and before you could turn around to ask how he wanted you next, you feel his hands grab tightly to the back of your thighs, keeping you propped up exactly as you are. You feel his hot tongue enter your warm pussy from the back, quickly licking wide stripes up your folds. 

“Holy shit,” your brain could not process the pleasure you were feeling fast enough. 

He starts to feel your thighs shake under his grasp, knowing that you are close. He wanted to make you come, and hard, as a special thank you for inviting him up to your place. And that he did. 

He sucked harshly on your clit, hips tilted all the way back for him, giving him perfect access. You couldn't even articulate to him how good he was making you feel. You were moaning so loud you were worried the neighbors could hear, so you take a fistful of sheets and bury your mouth in them, muffling your sounds. You legs began to violently shake as he lapped up your juices, bringing a harsh slap down onto your ass. Your hips fell to the mattress as soon as he let go. 

He grabs your waist and helps you flip over so you lay flat on your back. He hovers over you, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. You feel his hard cock pressing into your core, begging for entrance. 

“You good?” he asks as your eyes finally focus, your brain coming back down to earth, “do you want to keep going?” he asks genuinely.

“I’m so fucking good,” you bring him down into a more passionate kiss, pressing your hips up into his erection, “I want nothing more than for you to fuck the shit out of me.”

“Thank god, cuz I want to feel that pretty pussy of yours come all over my cock.” 

His words sent shivers down your spine, more so as he pushed back into your sopping wet cunt, finding a quick rhythm fucking into you. He presses your thighs back with his large hands, hitting you at the perfect angle. Your mouth gapes open watching his perfect body thrust into you. How the fuck did you get so lucky? Is this a dream? Possibly. 

You notice a smirk creep onto his face, he raises his eyebrows and gives you a look. 

“You didn’t think I forgot about this, did you?” he grabs the purple vibrator from the side of the bed and flicks the switch on. 

You all but explode as he brings it down to your throbbing clit. The addition of the vibrations to his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly sent you into one of the most body-shaking orgasms of all time. If that wasn’t enough, you open your eyes to see his perfect hand wrapping around your throat, applying exactly the right amount of pressure to your neck.

You can’t say anything other than his name over and over as your walls begin to contract around him. You throw your head back as you see stars. He lets his grip on your neck go and leans down to capture you in a kiss, wanting to connect with you as you reached your peak. 

Making intense eye contact, you watch as he bites his lip, savoring the feeling of you coming undone around him. You frantically bring your hands to the back of his head, tangling them in his messy hair as you come down from possibly the most intense orgasm of your life. 

“Holy fuck baby, feel so good around me, fuck, gonna make me come soon,” he pants between thrusts. 

“Mmmm,” you were still fucked-out from your orgasm, “I want it in my mouth.”

His eyes practically fell out of his head at your comment, lips coming down to attack your breasts that had been wildly bouncing each time he pressed into you. In one swift motion he managed to flip you over. You slide down between his legs and start pumping his cock, not wanting to lose momentum.

You wrap your lips around his head, feeling his shaft twitch under your hand. Swirling your tongue around the tip while quickly jerking him off quickly pushes him over the edge, his come filling your mouth along with your saliva. 

His hips jerk up as he comes, pushing his length further into your throat, but you don’t mind, in fact you kind of like it. You watch his expression as you swallow his come, making big doe eyes at him. You lick your lips a little and crawl back up to meet his face. 

Flopping down next to him, you let your sweaty body fall into rhythm with his deep breaths.    

“I-,” he starts, turning to meet your face, “I don’t even know what to say, that was fucking incredible.”

You turn your head away from him, pretending to act shy. 

“I fucking mean it, you’re perfect.”

Your cheeks actually turn pink at this. You press your head to his chest, telling him you liked it a lot too. More than liked it. 

“I don’t know if this is weird, if I should go…” he starts to move.

“Offer still stands of course,” you grab his hand, wanting to feel his chest against your cheek again, “couch or bed is all yours.”

“Bed please,” he flops back down next to you and lets you tangle up in his arms, “as long as we can do that again in the morning. You have all those fun toys, I need to try them all out on you.” 

The two of you quickly fall asleep, naked and basking in your post sex bliss, a huge smile on your face. 

The next morning you hear keys jangling in the front door. Opening your groggy eyes, you don’t have time to fully wake up and register what is happening before you hear Madison knocking at your door. 

She barges in, wanting to tell you all about her night with Haz. 

“Holy FUCK y/n, I-” she starts before seeing the figure next to you in bed. 

You frantically grab the sheets to cover yourself up and make a wild gesture to tell her to get out. She silently breaks into a huge grin, waving her arms around and pumping her fists in the air. You keep gesturing for her to get out, but she continues to victory dance on your behalf. 

You knew you would never hear the end of this. 

[domesticblisss]

24 Hours

Marcel Barthel x Female Reader x Fabian Aichner Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word count: 2008 Warnings: Smut/A little angsty. Oral (female and male receiving), threesome, double penetration, PiV, anal. Alcohol mention. Inspired by Sky Ferreira’s song, 24 hours.

If she could describe their relationship, she would describe it with “I don’t know”. Simple as that. One big I don’t know. She doesn’t think they could be called friends with benefits, well, they talk almost weekly, ask how each other’s lives are going... does that makes them friends? She likes to call themselves “I’m in town, let’s do something with benefits”.  They don’t live that far from each other, it’s a 4 hour drive from their respective towns, and an even smaller flight. Their schedule rarely match, she knows how busy they get with training and travelling for live shows and she’s constantly travelling for her own job too.

They met a few years ago, the three of them far away from the places they now call home. She was in Los Angeles to meet a potential new client to her company and Marcel and Fabian, just arriving from Europe, on their first tour with NXT.

She met Marcel first. Tall, blonde, energetic. The sharpest cheekbones she has ever seen, green eyes that made her breathless. He sees her sitting at the bar’s counter and decides to try his luck. To be honesty, she wasn’t looking for anything, but how could she say no to that angel face that she knew was trouble. He was funny, his thick german accent making her swoon. They kept their conversation going for what felt like 40 minutes until they hear a strong but at the same time soft man’s voice shouting Marcel’s name.

Marcel introduces the new guy to her, “This is Fabian, my partner! We wrestle together.” Fabian is... something. Tall, but shorter than Marcel. Bald, but she can see the hint of a thick beard coming in. Broad shoulders, morning sky blue eyes, more reserved. Marcel does almost all the talking, but only nice things comes out when Fabian decides to speak. He also got an accent, she can’t pinpoint from where exactly, assumes it’s european too and later finds out he’s italian. “A german and an italian, what a combination...” she thinks, mesmerised by the way Fabian stares at her and this knowing look Marcel gets in his eyes when he glances at the both of them.

They decided to move to a table, to get more comfortable. A few beers for them, a couple of gin and tonics for her and they stay there chatting, exchanging experiences and laughs for hours. The bar is getting more crowded as time passes and it’s almost midnight when Fabian asks “do you want to get out of here? somewhere more quiet, more private?”

“With the two of you?” she wonders, incredulous.

“We’re like a 2 for 1 package deal!” intervenes Marcel.

She stops, looks at their faces for a few seconds. Fabian is serene, just waiting for his ‘yes or no’ answer, Marcel looks like an eager kid at a candy store, about to explode with excitement but trying to hide it behind a nonchalant mask.

She wets her lips, looks at the both of them and agrees with it, “Sure. Where are you two staying at?”

They ended up going to hers, it being a five minute walk only.

What she thought would be a 1 hour top kind of night turned out to be a 48 hour weekend, with them stopping only to eat, drink some water and rest for a bit when it got too much. When she asked them if they need to workout or practice they answered in union “Oh, it’s gonna be a cardio weekend”.

Those little time out moments they spent getting to know each other. The boys told her how they started wrestling, places they’ve traveled and people they’ve met. She told them about how she started her own marketing company a year ago and how it’s slowly growing.

“I’m here for a client meeting, actually. A big, big client. I was at the bar celebrating.”

“So that means you got the contract, right?” Fabian asks excitedly.

“Yeah!”, and with her confirmation, Marcel agrees it calls for a celebration.

The celebration turns out to be 3 back to back orgasms for her. She was sure they would have had continued if she didn’t beg them to stop once she couldn’t feel her legs anymore.

The weekend went on like this. By the time the trio had to leave, they had exchanged contacts and addresses, finding out how close to each other they were.

They kept in touch, always reaching out to see how the other was, letting them know if they were around. That was their dynamic. A few encounters that lasted, 2, 3, 24 hours that, sometimes, she wished it would never end.

 One summer, tired of all the work she has been doing, she decides to take a vacation. This comes up during one of their conversations and Marcel has the great idea of inviting her to watch them perform live, “You could stay with us, if you want to, of course”, Fabian chimes in.

Agreeing with it, she packs her stuff and leaves on the next wednesday. She decides to drive there, using those precious little hours to clear her head. The GPS system and radio are on and it’s time to go.

The first couple of hours goes smoothly. She sings along to her favourite tunes, dances a little and makes a quick bathroom break. When she’s back in the road, the GPS alerts her that an accident happened, doubling her arrival time. Deciding to let the boys know, she sends them a quick audio message on their group chat, “Hey, some accident just happened on the highway. Traffic is awful... I’ll probably get there by the time the show starts.” Fabian is the one to answer her, almost immediately, telling her that’s it’s okay, that when she arrives she should look for Harry Johnson from Relations that everything will be sorted out, finishing with a “Please drive safe, tesoro ❤”

That tesoro and heart emoji combo haunted her for the rest of the trip.

They never called her any pet names.

The rest of the trip went by without any troubles. She arrives 10 minutes before the show starts, with Harry waiting for her by the door, being greeted with a backstage pass and a front row seat ticket.

She was delighted with the show. The sheer athleticism, the lights and the charisma were out of this world. But she couldn’t believe was how well Marcel and Fabian worked together. They knew each other’s moves to perfection, they knew exactly what to do, when to attack their opponents, when to save each other. Their perfect partnership made them win the NXT Tag Team titles for the second time that night.

She ran backstage looking for them, meeting the duo at their dressing room.

Marcel was the first one to greet her, hugging her so tightly she couldn’t breathe, “I’m so happy you came to see us, liebe!”

The boys took turns on taking their showers to keep her company, deciding that it would be better to head straight to their apartment. Marcel went ahead of them, letting Fabian accompany her, guiding her back to their place.

It was a silent drive, with soft music playing on the radio. He kept his left hand on her right thigh all the time, rubbing soothing circles on its insides. On red lights he would either seal their lips together or pepper her cheeks and neck with light kisses.

As soon as she got through the door of their apartment, Marcel was on her, clinging on her lips like a starved man, “do you know how much we have missed you, liebe?”

“We can’t believe you are here, Tesoro. We shouldn’t stay that long without seeing each other again”, says Fabian, while kissing her neck.

“What is it with the two of you and pet names today?” she says between moans, both Fabian and Marcel hitting her sweet spots. Marcel stops and asks what she means with it, she says that this is the first time they ever called her something like that and all he says before lifting her up to snake her legs around his waist is “I’m sorry, let us right our wrongs”

The german takes her to his bedroom, Fabian following close behind. As soon as they arrive, they waste no time on taking their clothes off. Marcel lies on his bed, ordering her to sit on his face which she takes no time to comply.

“I brought lube and the plug, they are on the pink bag on the front pocket of my suitcase.” She tells Fabian when they break their kiss, and she can feel Marcel moan beneath her. Fabian wastes no time to grab it, covering two fingers in lube and inserting one at a time to get her used to it. He takes is time with it, going slow as to not hurt her, after a minute, he slowly inserts the plug.

She grabs him by the hand, brings him down to a quick kiss and as soon as he is up, she stars sucking him. Slow licks and stokes, increasing as she feels him lose control, he grabs her by the hair, making her deep throat his dick.

Between her legs, Marcel takes some time to breathe, mesmerized by the scene unfolding above him, “You two are so fucking hot” and goes back to his job.

They stay like that for a while, with her only stopping sucking Fabian when she reaches her high.

The boys switch places, Fabian now lying down, helping her take the plug off to switch it with his throbbing cock. Marcel is not left behind, lining himself between her thighs and entering her in one swift move.

Their great work on the ring transfers to the bedroom, with the both of them working in sync to make her lose her mind. It isn’t long before she comes again, taking Fabian with her. Marcel keeps his thrusts hard and deep even with her walls closing around him, making him reach his own high a matter of seconds later.

He collapses on top of them, making the other two laugh. They stay like this for a little while, basking in each other’s presence, taking in their scents.

Marcel decides to get up when he feels his dick going limp inside her, grabbing a towel to clean her up a little, and Fabian opts for grabbing a bottle of water for the three of them.

They get back to bed with her, silence consuming them. After a few minutes, all the thoughts she has been suppressing for sometime now comes back to her.

“What are we?”

“What do you mean, liebe?”

“Are we friends? Acquaintances? What is this thing we have? I’m sorry and if you guys want to end it after this, it’s okay, but I have to say it, I’ve been keeping it inside for so long… the days we have together are the best ones. Ever. It sucks that I can only see the two of you for so little time, one day or a weekend is not enough. I always look forward to your texts, even when it’s you sending some stupid gaming meme I don’t get or Marcel thirst trapping. I hate that we live so close to each other and see ourselves so little… FUCK I’m ranting, I’m sorry. I should probably leave.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Fabian stops her, “first of all, Tesoro, you are not leaving and we are not ending anything. Marcel and I were talking about this last week, that’s why we decided to invite you to the show tonight. We love you and we didn’t know how to say it. Wait, I guess I just did? Anyway… you have your life and we didn’t want to mess with it, but, if you want to, we could try and work something out.”

“So, what do you say, liebe? Could we work something out?”

“Yeah, we can work something out…”

[merrybrides]

Figuring out how much booze you need for an open bar wedding is so confusing, there’s actually wedding alcohol calculator apps and diagrams and spreadsheets that have been created to try and help you out. Unfortunately we find most of them a bit more confusing than they have to be, so we’re going to try and break it down for us as easily as possible without making a powerpoint for you! 

OK. So here’s the most BASIC wedding alcohol calculator information you need to know, based on the number of guests you’re having. But first, below is a cheat sheet in case you really, really don’t feel like reading how to figure it out! 

Open Bar for 100 GUESTS:

70 bottles of wine

175 bottles of beer

15 bottles of liquor (750 ml)

20 bottles of champagne for toast (optional)

150 GUESTS:

105 bottles of wine

266 bottles of beer

22 bottles of liquor (750 ml)

30 bottles of champagne for toast (optional)

200 GUESTS:

140 bottles of wine

350 bottles of beer

30 bottles of liquor (750 ml)

40 bottles of champagne for toast (optional)

How did we come up with that? The math breaks down like this:

1. Figure Out How Long Your Wedding Reception/Cocktail Hour Will Be

Assume guests will have 2 drinks in the first hour of the open bar, and 1 additional drink each following hour. The total length of a wedding reception will vary but assume for general purposes it will be 5 hours (1 hour for your cocktail hour, and 4 hours for dinner/dancing).

So for a 5 hour cocktail hour/reception, that’s 6 drinks total per guest, which is what a lot of websites will recommend. Overall, we always like to err on the side of caution when it comes to an open bar and not running out, so we actually recommend adding one drink to that calculation, bringing it to 7 drinks per guest for a 5-hour event.

It’s not that people will consume 7 drinks/person, and of course not everybody will drink 2 or even 1, BUT you have to take into account how many times servers might pick up a half-full drink, or somebody misplaces theirs while dancing. It happens, and if you’re DIY’ing your own wedding bar with no extra inventory (like most wedding caterers have on hand), why take the chance? Extra bottles of wine that go unused after the wedding can make for great hostess or holiday gifts, and you won’t be freaking out thinking that you didn’t order enough alcohol.

2. Calculate How Many Drinks Come in a Bottle You’re Serving

5 glasses of wine in a 750 ml wine bottle (including champagne)

12 drinks in a 750 ml spirit bottle

And of course a bottle of beer is one serving.

I found this to be one of the most helpful, clear guides online to how many servings a bottle of alcohol in various sizes can pour.

3: Decide What You Want Your Alcohol Mix to Be

Note: For purposes of this article, we’re going to assume you’re having a full open bar (if you’re not, don’t worry. We’ve got you covered, below).

While sites like Total Wine encourage you to use a ratio of 50% wine drinkers, 30% beer, and 20% spirit drinkers, we think it’s safer to say 50% of guests want wine, 25% beer, and 25% want the hard stuff, though keep in mind you know your crowd better than anybody. For instance, at my wedding we had a lot of wine and spirit drinkers, so I would have made it 60% wine, 30% alcohol, 10% beer.

So using ALL those calculations, here’s how you would figure out just how much you need in total, assuming the percentages and everything else above for a 100 person wedding:

For 100 guests:

Wine:

(50% of guests)=50

x

(Number of Drinks Needed According to Total Hours) = 7

=350

/ (divided by)

(Number of glasses per bottle of wine) = 5

=70 bottles of wine needed

Beer:

(25% of guests) = 25

X

(Number of Drinks Needed According to Total Hours) = 7

=175 bottles of beer needed

Spirits:

(25% of guests) = 25

X

(Number of Drinks Needed According to Total Hours) = 7

=175

/

(Number of servings per 750ml bottle of liquor)= 12

=14.5 (round up to 15) bottles of liquor needed

OPTIONAL….

Champagne Toast:

(100% of guests) = 100

/

(Number of glasses per bottle of champagne) = 5

=20 bottles of champagne needed

TOTAL:

So to recap, for 100 guests you would need:

70 bottles of wine

175 bottles of beer

15 bottles of liquor (750 ml)

20 bottles of champagne for toast (optional)

Only Having Beer and Wine?

Of course if you’re only having beer and wine, the percentages you’ll need for each would just go up accordingly. So you would most likely assume a 60% wine and 40% beer mix, making your numbers look like:

84 bottles of wine

280 bottles of beer

While the wedding alcohol calculator numbers above are rough estimates, I again encourage you to take into consideration your crowd. Are they big drinkers? Pad each of those numbers by a few bottles. Do a handful of guests you know of DEFINITELY not drink? Take it down a notch or two. Also talk to your alcohol/wine store you are purchasing from and get their opinion. This wedding alcohol calculator is by no means set in stone, these numbers are just meant to provide a guide for you so you know where to start.

Ready to buy? If you’re using the wedding alcohol calculator formula we’ve come up with, above, the shopping list for it is below.

4: Compile Your Shopping List

Spirits

OK. So here’s where I think the hardest part comes in for all wedding alcohol calculators. How much to get of each spirit? For a basic full bar you’ll want to have vodka, gin, rum, tequila, and whiskey. From there consider adding a bottle or two of bourbon, scotch, brandy, and any other specialty spirits you love.

Here’s a well-rounded list you can go off of when deciding the vodka to whisky amount you’ll need, assuming you buy 15 bottles of liquor for 100 people. And again, if you have a specialty liquor you like consider adding that to this list as well.

6 vodka

4 whisky

2 gin

2 tequila

1 rum

Wine

For wine you’ll want to do a mix of each, leaning towards more red wine if you’re throwing an evening wedding. Wine Folly has an easy-to-understand ratio of what types of wine to get for a wedding or other party, below:

Fall, Winter and Spring weddings:   People tend to drink more red wine at indoor weddings in the fall, spring and winter. As a rule, have a mix of about 50% of red wine for this type of wedding.

Summer and Outdoor weddings:  Outdoor weddings on hot days will have people drinking more white wine. Consider a mix of 30% each of all 3 styles of wine. On the other hand, you might also think about serving rosé, especially if you’re serving fish or seafood.

So if you’re buying 70 bottles of wine, your shopping list for an evening wedding inside might look like:

35 red

23 white

12 sparkling (not including extra bottles if you’re having a toast)

Beer

A mix of 3 types of beer is perfect. In that case, I would do one pilsner, one lager, and one IPA (and try to make at least one of those mainstream enough for your Uncle Joe to enjoy, like a Miller Lite).

Mixers

You’ll want to have a variety of mixers available (and of course if you’re making specialty cocktails you’ll want to be sure to get everything you need that’s specific to those), as well as garnishes. One thing to note is that if you are hiring a bartender service (most venues require you have a licensed bartender) it’s often easier to let them supply the basic mixers and garnishes along with things like glassware and napkins.

In terms of mixers, plan on having the following for 100 guests:

10 Liters Club Soda or Seltzer

6 Liters  Ginger Ale

8 Liters  Cola

8 Liters Diet Cola

8 Liters Lemon-Lime Soda

6 Liters Tonic

3 Quarts each of any juice you want (plan on at least having orange, cranberry, and grapefruit)

2 bottles each of sour mix, grenadine, simple syrup, and bitters.

1 bottle each of dry and sweet vermouth

Garnishes

1/2 lemon/lime per guest (pre-sliced)

2 olives and cherries per guest

Phew. OK this article is WAY longer than we expected, and I’m sure there’s so much more we can include for future articles as well. In the meantime, are you having an open, DIY wedding bar? If so tell us how much you’re getting for it, below, and what wedding alcohol calculator you used and loved.

[storiesofsvu]

Did I read in one of your posts that you're a bartender? If so, what's your favorite drink to make for others, and your favorite to drink yourself?

You did!!

And TBH, that DEPENDS a LOT. Okay, for context, I work in a VERY high volume, high paced bar. Like, 90 % of the time, I start at 4:30pm, I get a pee break around 7pm when my second comes in, and Saturday’s especially, there isn’t even time to think about taking a. Bathroom break or eating until WELL past 1am, sometimes you don’t stop moving until 2:30 am and everyone’s EXHAUSTED.

SO, in *that* sense. I’m gonna love you for ordering a bottle or can of beer, or a simple high ball (aka, a rum and coke, gin and tonic)things that require the minimum effort so that i can get your drink out at prime speed and move on to the next one, and keep people happy.

That being said. At our bar we have the “Pretty in Pink” as a signature cocktail, if (girls specifically) don’t know what they want, I recommend it, it’s peach schnapps, watermelon vodka, cranberry and pineapple juices. Delicious! Fruity without being TOO sweet.

My “Katt” cocktails that are BOMB and I make for friends are: red sangria: red wine, ounce of scotch, ounce of watermelon vodka, pineapple juice, ginger ale, orange juice, splash of cranberry juice. Toss in all the fruits, bonus points for strawberries and cinnamon stick. Toss it in the fridge (sans ice) for the shift and let it mingle, that shits gonna fuck you up at teh end of the night. I also make a damn good ceaser.

For myself: I’ll make a sangria if I can get it in a pony, and leave it in the fridge as mentioned. Otherwise, I like to just pour myself a cider, or grab a scotch (we get one free drink per shift, so i go for those). We don’t have mojitos at our bar (again, too time consuming to make) but I LOVE them, so I’ll usually get one of those if I’m out.

At home: it’s gonna be white claws right now tbh (grapefruit or lime, if I’m feeling like i want a bit more sweet, I’ll get the watermelon ones.) they’re just nice and light, lower calories per can, and it’s a good summer drink. I used to be big into red wine, but swapped to white cause darker alcohol triggers more anxiety/jitters the next day. Though I’m very off the wine right now….

[sadaboutniall]

something about you;

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Fifteen. May, 2014.

80,000 people. 

80,000 people packed into Croke Park—into the place that started it all—to see Niall. 

He feels like he personally knows at least a thousand of them. Before the show he’s running all over the place saying his hellos—shaking hands, kisses on cheeks, promises to grab pints later—and it carries on into the actual set as well: Niall feels like he spends half of it waving at familiar faces in the crowd, trying to make sure he doesn’t miss anyone.

But even with all that it’s overwhelming, hard to comprehend where he’s standing, how he got here. It’s a massive, heaving ache in his heart, staring out at 80,000 people who could’ve been him. He knows it���s a feeling he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to describe—a debt he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to repay. 

He takes a moment during Don’t Forget Where You Belong, lets himself be still and quiet and tries to take it all in—an impossible task, really, but he does his best. He thinks about four years ago, standing here with his heart in his throat and the rest of his life in four strangers’ hands. He had massive dreams then, sure—sold out shows, red carpets, number one albums—but he never could’ve imagined this. He never would have let himself believe it. 

He thinks about all the people here tonight that he knows: his family, his friends, even some of his teachers and neighbors and coaches. The list goes on and on and on and on—he’d almost changed his number last week, he was so annoyed with all the people coming out of the woodwork to ask for free tickets to the show—but it shouldn’t surprise him that he’s only thinking about one. It shouldn’t surprise him that, in a sea of nearly 100,000 people, there’s only one face he wants to see. 

She hadn’t asked for tickets but Niall puts her name on the list for every show anyway and he’s sure she’s here—Mully had said they were all coming tonight, and when he’d called earlier to ask about afterparty plans Niall was sure he heard Isla’s voice in the background. They haven’t spoken since the wedding, him and Isla, and he knows that’s for the best—but he can’t help the hopeful feeling that creeps up on him when he thinks about seeing her tonight. It’s a tingle in his fingers, in his belly, in his heart. Maybe tonight, he thinks, stepping back from the catwalk and over toward the rest of his band. Maybe he and Isla can talk again tonight. 

-- 

‘I just think it’s a bit stupid,’ Louis is saying, passing Niall his third Guinness of the night. They’re leaning against the bar while Niall’s friends and family mingle around them, spilling out of the cozy pub and into the back garden and the warm summer night. Niall likes standing with Louis at times like this—he’s a little intimidating, people hesitate before coming over to chat with him, and Niall’s feeling a little overwhelmed by all the semi-familiar faces trying to pull him aside to talk. Here, with Louis, he has a bit of a barrier at least. Someone who’s not afraid to tell others to fuck off. ‘Like, why would I want to give up red meat? I get what Jarv is saying about it being unhealthy but—oi! Mully!’

Niall follows Louis’ line of sight and there he is, for the first time all night, Mully, looking a little sheepish as he waves at them, a stranger by his side. Niall’d given all of his friends plus-ones so he’s not too put off by the thought of Mully bringing a uni friend along for the night, really—but there’s something about the look on his oldest friend’s face. Niall’s stomach tightens, like he already knows. 

‘Hiya, mate,’ Mully pulls Louis in for a quick hug, then Niall, patting him on the back twice. ‘You lot fucking smashed it tonight.’

‘Ah, we always do, don’t we,’ Louis laughs, crinkles by his eyes. ‘Thanks for coming. Your first show, mate? Haven’t seen you around before.’ He turns to the stranger, holding out his hand for a shake. The guy is massive close-up: at least six feet tall and built like an athlete, all lean muscle and toned lines. But despite his size he’s not intimidating, really—there’s a softness to him, a twinge of red in the apples of his cheeks, ginger hair that curls by his ears. He’s covered in light freckles and Niall shouldn’t be surprised that he speaks with a Scottish accent when he opens his mouth. 

‘It is, yeah,’ the guy smiles, looking a little nervous, and shakes Louis’ hand. ‘Fucking ace, that was.’

‘This is Jack,’ says Mully, swallowing thick. ‘Jack, this is Louis and that’s Nialler.’

‘Uni mates, then?’ asks Louis, moving aside so Jack and Mully can reach the bar to place their orders. ‘You come down just for the show, mate?’

‘Aye,’ Jack nods. ‘And to see my girlfriend.’

Niall knows. Before Jack even says it, Niall knows. Mully looks like he’d rather be anywhere else on Earth. Louis, oblivious, asks, ‘oh, do we know her?’

‘Think you do,’ says Jack, and Niall feels the ground fall out from under him. ‘Isla Boyne.’

-- 

‘Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?’ Niall and Mully are shoved into the back of the smoking area outside and Niall feels like he can’t breathe—the smoke, the humid night air, all the people around him, all the beer in his bloodstream. He wants to scream, but he can’t even take a deep enough breath to do that. This was supposed to be the best night of his life.

‘It’s not my place to,’ Mully looks sheepish, a bit caught out. He has a point, but Niall doesn’t give a fuck. ‘That’s Isla’s decision, not mine.’

‘You’re my best fucking mate,’ Niall can’t even look at him. He trains his eyes up on the sky, on the plane flying overhead, through the thick night. ‘This is exactly the kind of shit best mates tell each other.’

‘I’m sorry, mate,’ Mully sighs, pulls a hand through his hair. ‘It never came up and I knew it would upset you and, look, Nialler. You guys dated for, like, two years in secondary school. That was ages ago now. You haven’t even spoken to her since last year. It’s normal and healthy to move on.’

‘Sean,’ Niall bites the inside of his cheek, steadies himself. ‘You’ve been dating the same girl since secondary school.’

‘That’s different. We never broke up, I never moved away, I didn’t fuck her at my brother’s wedding just to drop back off the face of the Earth and never reach out ever again—’

‘What the fuck do you know about that?’

‘Seriously? You think Isla doesn’t talk to me? To Emilia? We’re her best friends, Niall.’

‘It’s for the best if we don’t talk when I’m away,’ Niall says, robotic, rehearsed. A line he’s told himself a million times, late at night, lonely, desperate to pick up his phone and hear a familiar voice. 

‘Then it’s probably for the best if she moves on,’ says Mully, hand coming up to rest on Niall’s shoulder. ‘And you too. Jack’s really sound, you don’t have to, like, worry about Isla or anything. He fucking adores her.’

For some reason, that doesn’t make Niall feel any better. 

‘Really,’ Mully carries on, picking up on the fact that Niall isn’t satisfied. ‘I like him a lot. He’s on the rugby squad at King’s, studying genetics.’

‘Oh, so he’s a fucking genius, a rugby player, he’s got the craic, and he’s shagging the love of my life? That’s it, then?’ Niall doesn’t really know where it comes from. He just has to let it out. 

‘I mean,’ Mully looks uncomfortable. ‘There’s more to dating than just shagging.’

‘Oh, fuck off, you know what I meant.’

‘Yeah, I do, but your tone and your language and—’ 

‘Fuck’s sake. I think I’m gonna go home.’

‘Wait, what, no,’ Mully looks genuinely surprised, and Niall feels for a second like he doesn’t even know him anymore. ‘Come off it, this is your party. You just fucking played a sold out Croke Park, mate. You are the most famous person in all of Ireland tonight, and you want to go home and wallow in your self pity? Really?’

‘I don’t want to be here.’

‘You’re throwing a strop.’ 

‘Yeah, well, I feel pretty fucking shitty right now, so.’

‘Here,’ Mully reaches into the pocket of his jeans, fishes out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Niall’s stopped smoking for the most part these days—protecting his voice, protecting himself from stupid headlines—but he’s stressed, and sad, and holding a cigarette is a bit like holding armor. Something to do, something to distract yourself with. ‘I’m gonna go get you a drink. Don’t fucking move.’

And then Mully’s gone, disappearing into the throng, back toward the bar. Leaning back against the brick wall behind him, Niall takes a deep breath, lights up. He watches the smoke curl in the air as he exhales, watches it disappear into the night, away from here. He can see them from where he’s standing, Isla and Jack, laughing in a tight circle with Emilia, Deo, Nicky, and Liam. Jack’s the tallest one there by a mile and he’s got his arm wrapped around Isla’s waist, hand resting right at the curve of her bum, and she’s pressed into his side, her face only coming up to his chest. The drink in her hand is the one he’d ordered at the bar earlier and Niall realizes with a sinking feeling that he should’ve picked up on that—gin and tonic is her favorite. 

Payno’s clueless but Niall will ask him later anyway, pry him for information on Jack, on Isla. He can already tell he’ll have nothing but nice things to say. 

He inhales again, smoke in his lungs, and when he looks up Isla’s got him, dark brown eyes on his, a soft, sad look on her face. She raises one hand in a gentle wave and Niall thinks of that time, a million years ago, when she waved at him from across the football fields on the first day of Year Four. He feels like they’re a thousand miles away, now, from the day they started. 

Still, though. The tug in his heart, the butterflies in his stomach, tell him he still feels the same way. Just looking at her makes his breathing stop.

He waves back, because he could never not, and exhales. 

By the time the smoke in his face clears, Isla’s looking away.

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[allmysticwords]

One Way Ticket

Genre : Valentines Day; Fluff

Pairing : Park Jimin x Reader (f)

Summary: “if summer is for lovers then consider me in love” is what Park Jimin said to you. Then he sent you on a wild chase of old letters and flowers. Now, it’s time for you to find out how truthful his love really is.

For : @btswriterscorner​ Amor Fabula Project

Warning: none

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N:This is such a fluffy fic. I was smiling throughout. I hope you’ll like this. Let me know! Also, please visit the corner and read other fics, they’re great!

Banner credits : Me

Masterlist

—

You first saw Jimin standing outside a bar, a guitar in his hand and a girl whispering something in his ear. You couldn’t make out who she was or what she said but you were sure you wanted to be in her stead. Who wouldn’t though? Jimin was radiant. His blonde hair shining under the neon lights of the club. His dorky glasses definitely standing out in contrast from the rest of his outfit, a simple white T-shirt but ripped. The simplest black jeans but fitting him in all the right places. And a black leather jacket. While being the most ordinary person in your view, he was by far the most captivating. For a minute you found yourself fixing your hair, your outfit almost unconsciously. But he was far too busy with whoever that girl was to look at your short lavender dress and how it stopped right above your knee and how your dark brown hair came a little below your shoulders but above your waist and flowed wildly because of the wind.

“Your ID miss” the security personnel broke you from your reverie and you fished out your ID from your bag and entered the club. It was far too loud inside to talk to anybody. You and your friend made way to the bar and ordered your usual drink. You a vodka cranberry and she ordered a gin and tonic after which you both scanned the club. That was your favourite way to spend the night, get drunk, listen to some loud music to drown out anything else and just look at people dance away their worries. But half an hour in, making fun of the moves and ordering a second drink you were bored. It seemed like your usual tricks of de-stressing weren’t working, that was until you saw someone you recognised. The man you had seen outside the club was now on stage. Turns out he was the new live singer that the club had hired. His eyes scanned the room all the while his voice mesmerised everyone else and his hands strummed his guitar all the while you thought about how his hands will feel on your skin. The very thought sending shivers down your spine. Maybe your visits to the club were going to increase, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/n, you wanna get out of here?” Your friend asked you. But you were too fixated on the way Jimin moved his hair out of his face to listen to her. So, she tapped your shoulder lightly. Again, you were stolen away from your reverie.

“I think I’d like to stay for a while, I know you have an early morning work thing tomorrow, it’s okay, you can leave.” You dismissed her. She just looked at you confused. Until she saw that you were barely looking at her and only looking at the man singing. “Okay Y/n you stay right here.” She just winked before leaving.

Finally, you could give your undivided attention to Jimin. You didn’t even know his name until the end of the night, but you could tell that whatever it would be, you would come to love it.

“Thanks for listening guys, my name is Park Jimin and I will you see you again on Friday.” Jimin announced before getting off the stage after waving his audience goodbye.

——

After that your visits to the club became a regular occurrence. Every wednesday and friday after work you would quickly get home change into something nice and head to the club. The last two times you went, you had a friend with you, just to keep you company, just so that you don’t come off as a loner. Both times you saw Jimin outside the club before his show with some random girl, a different one each time. This sort of made you upset, but then again you wouldn’t have minded being instead of that girl for that one night. That was how strong Park Jimin’s aura was. However, today you came alone.

Since it was friday and the weekend had officially started, there were lots of people gathered outside the club. But the bouncers knew you now and they let you in without any hassle or standing in the line. You were determined to make the most of your chance today and get to atleast speak to Jimin. This staring from afar was getting a little creepy and wasn’t doing much for you now, you needed some connection, any conversation. So, you wore one of your good party dresses, a black shimmer, low-neck scallop end dress with long sleeves and you had loosely curled your hair. You decided to go with light makeup with the dress.

However, after spending hours sitting at the bar and dodging every guy who came up to buy you a drink you still didn’t get a chance to see Jimin. You were wondering all sorts of things, “was the performance cancelled? Or did he stop performing here?” when you heard the bartender clear his throat. “What Mark? can’t you see I’m drinking away my loneliness?” Mark and you were sort of bar friends now, whatever bar friends are. He saw you regularly for 2 days a week and sometimes during the quiet minutes, you both made conversation.

“Turn to your left” he winked.

And turn you did, seeing Jimin sitting there with a glass of his drink and already looking at you. When you caught his eye, he smiled and got up to walk towards you. Your breath hitched and your palms became sweaty, but you tried to keep your cool and smiled back.

“Hi I’m Jimin.” He introduced himself, leaning in closer to you and speaking. Since the music was so loud, him leaning in was perfectly normal, however, it raised Goosebumps on your skin. “Hi, I’m y/n” you replied back. “ah so I finally know the name of the lavender dress girl.” Jimin smiled. His smile could send you spinning. “Lavender dress?” You thought out loud until it hit you. “You saw me that day?” You were a bit surprised. “How could I not, you were staring at me so intensely it was almost impossible to not see you.” Jimin laughed. You were embarrassed now. Your checks turning red and you decided to stare at your drink intensely instead of looking at Jimin. “Exactly how you’re staring at the empty glass right now Y/n.” Jimin tried to ease the situation seeing that what he said made you feel embarrassed. “So, can I get you a drink? And get to know my no.1 fan as Marks tells me you are.” He called out to Mark before you could even answer. “What would you like to have?” he asked. “The same” you told Mark and then turned towards Jimin. “I’ve seen you here before, you know, you’ve been here for almost every performance of mine. I’d like to think I sing really well to have you spend your weekdays here. Either that or Mark is one hell of a conversationist.” Jimin joked. “A little bit of both” you laughed back.

After that the conversation flowed easily. Him telling you about himself and how he got into music and you telling him about your job and whatnot. All the while you were wondering if you were just one of those random girls who had caught his eye or whether he was genuinely interested in you because from the way the conversation was going, you were genuinely interested in him. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that you were attracted to him because he was good looking and because you have a thing for musicians, but it would be lie to say that those were the only interesting things about him. He for one loved to talk and could speak for hours on end or that’s what he claimed the first night he met you. He also loved to compliment people, no wonder people wanted to be around him, this you figured out quite early on when he kept raving about how that lavender dress looked on you or how beautiful your smile is. He also knew how to give someone undivided attention. Every time someone came near him to tell him that they’ve heard him sing and how good he is, while he would politely accept the compliment, his attention would just as quickly drift back to you. That night you were completely in awe of him, the whole ride back to your apartment you couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe the cab driver would think you’re a creep, but you couldn’t care less.

On reaching home, you quickly changed, put your phone on charge and turned it on, going on your Instagram to accept Jimin’s follow request which you couldn’t do at the club since your phone had died.

You also saw that you had a new message from Jimin from when you had left the club “Let’s meet for coffee tomorrow morning?” he’d also sent three smiley emojis with that.

“Call it a date” you answered. Surprised by how brave you were sounding.

“Date it is” he replied almost instantaneously. ——

The next morning you met Jimin for your coffee date at a quite café downtown and again spent your entire Saturday just talking. This soon became a regular occurrence. You would go to the club to see him perform and he would also spot you in the crowd and wink or sing some love song looking at you. Then on Saturdays he would take you out for lunch or dinner and then back to his apartment or back to yours where you’d spend the rest of the day playing games or looking at childhood pictures of each other.

Occasionally you also spent some nights with each other, in the beginning just talking, sitting on the rooftop or looking at the moon and talking about your dreams and plans. Jimin always said that he loves looking at the moon, it always calms him down. You also came to love looking at the moon. But soon enough the nights were spent more between the sheets than outside them. Jimin touching you in just the right ways and you pleasing him exactly how he wanted. It seemed like you both had found each other at the right time and place. It seemed that you really liked him, and you told him that.

You told him that you liked him, one of those nights. You were both lying on the bed, your head on his chest and his hand in your hair caressing it. You told him that you find yourself thinking about him all the time and that maybe you love him. He told you he felt the same. That nowadays all his love songs were about you and how happy he made you feel. And you felt happy. You felt content. But Jimin still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend and you didn’t know if you were both just a little more than friends or were you just someone he could rely on while he also had a string of other girls hanging by him. You hadn’t seen him with anyone else since the day he spoke to you, and you didn’t really doubt him, but you couldn’t help feeling a little insecure.

You were an overthinker and this got the best of you when you Jimin went for a performance outside the city and couldn’t call you. You kept thinking that someone else must have caught his eye. That maybe you’re not that special to him or maybe you like him more than he liked you.

Usually you were very confident about yourself, in your work and in your life generally but with Jimin this vague undefined relationship was bringing out the worst of you. And you didn’t know what to do.

So, when Jimin called you after coming back, you started acting really cold. You made up excuses to see him less and less and you called him back fewer times. You tried to distance yourself from him, thinking that maybe some distance would do you good, take away the intensity of your feelings. Who knew that this would intensify Jimin’s feelings for you? You don’t know how he knew something was going on, but he figured it out and he decided to do something about it.

—–

You hadn’t seen Jimin in almost 2 weeks now, last you spoke or well texted you weren’t your usual self and this morning the sweetest thing happened. You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing, you checked the caller ID and it was Jimin calling you, you suddenly sat up straight and wondered what made him call you at 7 am. Last you checked, today was a Sunday and lately work was killing you, so you deserved to sleep in a little. You were suddenly enraged by the fact that he woke you up from your beauty sleep. You were also slightly mad that he hadn’t tried meeting you yet or figuring out what was wrong with you. So, groaning in frustration you answered the call in your sleepy voice.

“You sound sexy in the morning,” Jimin said.

“You mean like a frog right? ” Your voice was laced with sarcasm. “Do you, like, drink a bottle of "sarcastic liquid” each night before going to bed? Because sweetheart you sound really hot right now and I don’t understand why don’t you believe me.“ He spoke genuinely. You laughed at his comment but in the same tone replied back ” It’s a defence mechanism.“ "I’m not sure if you need to be defensive while taking compliments.Okay, listen I did not call to make sweet talk with you though that is extremely inviting but I want you to get up and go outside your door.” He ordered you. “Excuse me, who do you think you are talking to in that tone Mister?” No one orders you around. “You, Your Highness, Seriously Y/N I don’t have time just get your cute ass up and look outside your apartment door,” He whined. “Quit whining like a 6-year-old, geez, have you sent assassins to murder me? Like waking me up at 7 just wasn’t enough,” You spoke while getting up from your bed and stretching your hands. “Like I could ever kill you, the way you crush all my romantic gestures for you is really impressive, though,” He laughed though you could practically see him rolling his eyes. “Ohh, romance! Now I am intrigued. Okay, what have you planned now Mr. Park ?” You asked him with a sly smile on your face. “You’ll see, now if you’re at your door, I want you to hang up and open your door and don’t call me back. Bye.” And then there was just you.

You did as he said, you stood in front of your apartment door in the quiet, smiling to yourself as if you had just met BTS and after taking a deep breath you opened the door. You were really hoping that it wouldn’t be Jimin standing on the other side because you were sure if he looked at you right now, he would be scared and he’ll run away but thankfully there wasn’t anybody standing outside. So that ruled out your irrational fear of someone looking at you with bedridden hair and your Winnie the pooh pajamas.

Except you found a cute little pink heart-shaped balloon tied to a small envelope right outside your door. You bent down and picked it up. In neat handwriting were the following words written on it “For My Queen” and a small heart was drawn with a red marker. That’s cute was your first thought. Then you went in the living room, smiling to yourself and took the balloon string and tied it to the door handle.

You took your time opening the envelope. It’s not that you weren’t eager to know what’s inside, it’s just that you wanted to cherish the moment before it went out of your hand. The excitement inside you was just how people feel on the first day of school. You know it’ll be a great day but you just can’t stop feeling nervous. Which you know is just silly since it was just an envelope but it was an envelope from Jimin and you really liked him and it was so sweet of him to write something no matter what. No one had ever done anything like this for you and you were really overwhelmed by his sincerity. You then carefully opened the envelope making sure that you don’t tear it because you knew that you will be holding on to it for a long time.

“Hi beautiful, So I see that my letter made it’s way to your hands. Now that you’re reading this I want you to get dressed and go down to the club at approximately 9 A.M. And don’t worry this isn’t an order but I know you’ll do as I say anyway. Oh and sorry if this isn’t a mushy sappy love letter, they’ll be plenty of those too. -J”

Along with these words, there was a small doodle of a drink and an arrow from it leading to some flowers drawn in red. It’s true that you don’t take orders from anyone but for him, you can definitely make an exception. You felt over the moon reading his words and probably read the small letter a 1000 times. You had the sudden urge to text or call Jimin but a voice reminded you that he asked you not to call him so you quickly started to get ready.

You did not know what he had planned for the day so you wanted to wear something comfortable just in case you had to walk around a lot but at the same time, you really wanted to look pretty for Jimin. Considering how he was making an effort for this date so it was only fair that you make an effort too. You quickly washed your hair and curled it on the ends, the good thing was that your hair decided to listen to you once and were tameable.

Now came the hard part, you really did not know what to wear. You stood staring at your cupboard for 5 minutes before you started to pull clothes out and then hanging them back inside because you couldn’t come to a conclusion. Finally, you ended up settling on your go-to blue shorts because can you ever go wrong with shorts? You then decided to wear a button-down peach top and undid the first 3 buttons to show just enough but also to leave Jimin guessing.

You did some light makeup putting on some shimmer eye shadow and eyeliner and a light pink gloss. You looked at youself for one last time in the mirror, then you put on your fawn boots and walked out of the house.

You made your way to the Club which felt a little weird in the morning and on reaching inside you were hit with a sense of familiarity but one without any music or the crowd.

You immediately started to look for another balloon. The previous letter did not mention anything about what you were looking for. After almost 2 minutes, you saw another pink balloon. You walked towards it, weaving your way through the tables. The balloon was tied to a bottle of the bar. There was a small envelope taped to the table. You were hoping to see Jimin. But with a scowl on your face, you untaped the envelope. You started laughing when you read the words that were written at the top.

“This Letter Is For Y/N Only. BEWARE. Do not steal or open the letter because if you do I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU.”

A small smile crept up on your lips as you read Jimin’s words. While you were still on the first line, Mark walked up to you. He was looking at you with his twinkling eyes as if he was holding on to a secret. He brought you a chocolate chip cookie and a cup of coffee which also felt weird at a club but you took the coffee gladly. He also brought a coffee for himself and sat down in front of you behind the counter. He held his face in his hands as he flashed his happy smile at you.

“Here you go, one cappuccino, for my favorite customer in this whole wide world.” He slipped the coffee in front of you.

“Did Jimin pay you to say that too?” You asked him with a hint of a joke in your tone. “Oh yeah, that dude thinks of everything.” He laughed heartily. “That he does.” You’re sure you were full-on blushing by now. “Can I read what he wrote?” Mark asked hopefully. Before you could answer he had snatched the letter from your hand and was eyeing you with a sly smile. You simply shrugged and then he cleared his throat and started to read the letter as if he was giving a speech or something. “My dear Y/n, Know that I am proud of you that you made it out of bed and are now having coffee with a dufus friend of ours. ” “Hey this isn’t fair, I play along with his cheesy little date idea and he calls me a dufus. Remind me to never agree to what he says ever again.” Mark complained. “Don’t worry Mark, I don’t think you are a dufus, I think you are really cute and sweet.” you smiled silently urging him to continue reading. “Only for you Y/n, Only for you.” He shakes his head but continues reading nonetheless.

“I’m sure Mark threw a tantrum right now but I still think he is a dufus. So carrying on, I want you now to walk outside and take the first left at the end of the road. There you will see a shop called "FLORA”, go in and tell the shopkeeper that you are here for a delivery. I hope you like the flowers. -J"

“There’s also some shitty drawing of flowers and then an arrow pointing to a slide.” Said Mark nonchalantly. He tossed you back the letter that you carefully put in your bag. You finished your coffee while chatting with Mark.

“How much do I owe you?” You asked him while taking out your wallet. “It’s on the house babe, have a good day.” With that, he got up and walked back to the counter and wore his apron and started cleaning last night’s mess.

You waved him goodbye and walked outside in the sun. After reaching the end of the road you made a turn to the left and spotted “FLORA” which was just 15 steps away. You know because you counted. You were feeling giddy and excited. You entered the shop and a bell ringed. A petite lady with graying hair entered the room from a back door that you assumed led to her office and asked what you wanted.

“Hi, I am here for a delivery,” You spoke with a tight smile on your face. “Oh I apologize to keep you waiting, you must be Y/n? right? Well, give me a second sweetheart while I get your flowers.” She walked to a desk and opened a drawer. “Yes actually, thanks.” You mumbled.

She handed you a small envelope and a bouquet of flowers. As the last two envelopes, this one also had a balloon tied to it but you asked the lady to keep the balloon and give it to a kid if someone comes to her shop today.

You went outside and opened the letter which had the following words written on top

“I heard roses are a one-way ticket to a girl’s heart.”

Your heart melted on reading the line and with a big grin on your face, you quickly opened the letter.

“Honey, I hope you like the roses, they are as beautiful as your smile. Now there is only one more spot that I want you to walk to and then you can run into my arms. At least I hope you run into my arms. Make your way to the community park which is a 10 minute walk from the shop and look near the sandpit. -J”

You were really happy now and half walked and half jogged towards the community park. You knew the park all too well. You had spent time on your break from work at that place.  You reached the park in just 5 minutes and quickly made your way to the sandpit. Near the sandpit was a climber where another pink balloon was tied with an envelope. You really hoped that this was the last letter because you really wanted to see Jimin now.

If you thought you liked him before, imagine how much you liked him now. Even though he sent you on a town run but you guessed it was all worth it. All the time that you didn’t see him was finally catching up with you. You missed him and you missed him badly. You felt a little foolish for acting so cold towards him when he was now being so nice to you.

This sweetness you wanted to bottle it up and keep it safe.

“The Last Stop"

That was the only thing written on the front. You wondered what if some kid had seen the balloon and taken it but then you noticed that the park was almost isolated apart from a few college kids sitting around. You guess not many children come to the park on Sundays, plus it was 12 pm now so it was also a bit hot, especially considering it was supposed to be Autumn. You got distracted for a minute but then you reverted your attention to the piece of paper in your hands.

"No more funny business anymore Y/n. The thing is I really like you and I think you are a beautiful, smart, strong, intelligent, funny, captivating, lovely… well you get the idea. So I was wondering that maybe, If you think that I am at least half of the things that I just said would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend? Did you think I was going to propose to you? Maybe one day but definitely not today. You’ll run away. If you’d like to give me a chance, then make your way to me. Take a cab to the "Ipsing Planetarium” and come to room no. 323. You’ll find me. -J"

There was also a small doodle of a swingset and then an arrow pointing to stars.

You almost had tears in your eyes. You were feeling overjoyed. No one had ever made you feel this special. You had to say this was the best date idea he could have come up with. The best idea to tell you that he liked you. The best way in which he could take away all your insecurities. You stood there for a moment, re-reading his words. It’s not like you needed time to make a decision because you already knew what your answer would be. You quickly ran outside the park and hailed a cab to the planetarium.

Whilst in the cab, you thought once again about what you wanted to say Jimin but you were at loss for words because of how happy you were. You really did just want to run into his hands.

“We are here” The driver announced. You thanked him and paid him and got out of the cab. “Have a good day” The driver said. "Thank You” You smiled at him. You already were having a good day.

You then looked at the big iron gates of the planetarium and took in a deep breath. You were getting scared as if you had to ask him out when you just had to go and tell him your answer. You shook your nervousness away, and walked inside and turned towards the private rooms. You quietly and hurriedly made your way to room 323. After looking for 10 minutes you finally found the room. There was another balloon and an envelope you scurried towards the door and picked up the letter.

“I won’t sing to you about the stars that fill our sky, I will bring them down to your fingertips. -J”

Then there was a picture of stars and an arrow pointing towards a heart drawn in a red marker. Then as if I possessed by an energetic force you swung open the gate and walked inside the room. The room was dark except, it was the most beautiful sight you had seen, there were small twinkling stars on the walls. It was a projection of the stars in our galaxy and on the ceiling you could make out the constellations, you were admiring the stars on the ceiling when suddenly you felt Jimin’s arms hugging your waist from behind.  

“I take that it’s a Yes then?” He whispered in your ear. You suddenly turned around and stood on your tiptoes. You held his face in your hands and whispered softly,

“I guess you’ll find out” You then put your lips to his.

It was the perfect first kiss between the two of you. He tasted of mint and his lips moved in complete sync with yours. This kiss was everything that you hoped it would be. His right hand was stroking your cheek while his left hand pulled you into him. Your one hand was in his hair and one on his chest. You stood there, kissing each other like your lives depend on it. It was sweet and you’re sure by the way you kissed, You did not need to answer if you would be his girlfriend or not, you hoped he’ll just know. With the spine-tingling sparks that you were seeing with your eyes closed, you sure as hell knew that you did the right thing.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He suddenly said looking into your eyes and taking your hand into his. Much better than all the nights we’ve spent together.

“You are amazing.” You said hugging him.

He walked you to the middle of the room where there was a mattress and a bottle of wine and sandwiches.

“This is perfect Jimin ! This is so amazing. Thank you so much , You don’t know how happy you’ve made me.” You both lied down looking up at the stars. He held your hand in his. You could feel your heart beating so loud, it could jump out of your chest if Jimin did anything else. You were swooning so hard.

“No Y/n , thank you for making me the happiest guy today.I missed you so much while we were away. Don’t ever disappear on me like that.If Mark hadn’t knocked some sense into me, I wouldn’t have even figured out what I did wrong. So, next time, let’s just talk about things when we’re feeling them okay?” He kissed your forehead.

You then ate some lunch while chatting and drank some wine. You thanked Jimin again and he just smiled.

"Jimin I now have high expectations from you for our anniversary. If this is how you asked me out, I can’t wait to see how you surprise me then.” You joked while taking a sip from your wine.

You did not need anything else from him at that moment. He had already done such a fabulous job today that you don’t think, anything will ever compare to today in your entire life. After having lunch whilst Jimin packed everything you were looking at him with so much love that you could easily pass as a stalker but you guessed now that you were dating it makes staring at your gorgeous boyfriend absolutely okay.

You then walked out of the planetarium hand in hand. He was carrying the mattress while you carried your little picnic basket. You did not realize how much time you spent inside the room because when you came outside it was dark. You made your way to his car and he then dropped you off at your place. In the car, you shared one quick kiss after another and then you came upstairs. You stood outside your flat’s door just smiling to yourself and thinking about how exquisite today was. Jimin is such an amazing person and he makes you feel so happy and giddy.

He makes you feel like you are the only girl in the world. After about 10 minutes, you turned the key in the lock and walked in, leaving behind any and all doubts and insecurities you had.

—

-Pratz

[anthrofreshtodeath]

Fictober 2020

Prompt number: 4. “that didn’t stop you before ”  

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Rating: G

Pairing: Jane/Maura

Warnings/Tags: Surgeons AU in the 15 Blade Universe, no warnings

Maura sat in a booth at the dimly lit bar of The 825 hotel in Beacon Hill, stirring her straw in the exceedingly rare-occurring cocktail in front of her. It was strong and it had a maraschino cherry swimming around its brown bottom. It burned pleasantly going down, and made Jane’s lateness a little easier to swallow.

Not that Jane was that late. 15 minutes in Jane time was practically punctual. But Jane was resecting a colon when Maura had finally left the Head and Neck Center for their date, and cancer was notorious for lengthening surgeries. She hoped that that wasn’t the case, that the surgery ended up being routine: both for the patient and for Jane.

“Maura?” a deep male voice broke her out of her reverie, and she recognized its Australian pinched vowels instantly.

“Ian?” she gulped, shocked into rising up out of her seat and going to him. They hugged deeply, his scent flooding her brain with nostalgia and memory. “Oh my god. Ian. What are you doing here?” She pulled back to look at his face, but when he bent down to kiss her on the lips, she shifted so that he would catch her cheek instead.

He stiffened, eyes crinkling quizzically at her, and then he let her go. “Well, I… to be honest I was just about to get a drink with a potential donor, but she cancelled last minute,” he admitted, “good thing I ran into you, or I’d be drinking alone.”

Maura watched him take the seat across from hers and smiled politely. Potential donors were usually women that Ian romanced for their fortunes. It was money they willingly gave, and he never slept with them when they were together, but it was an arrangement that kept his practice afloat overseas. “That’s a shame, but actually-”

“You look stunning, by the way,” he bowled over her. To be fair, she did look beautiful, dressed to kill. She still had her summer tan, and it accentuated her bronze shoulders in the black and white sleeveless dress she wore with peep-toe black heels. She looked down at her attire and smirked when she remembered who she had dressed for.

“Thank you,” she said. “I admit that I tried.”

He laughed. “You always do. No matter the occasion. Maybe I should go back to my room and spruce up a bit before I share a drink with you.”

“Don’t be silly,” Maura said as she waved a server over. “What will you have?”

“Just a gin and tonic, please,” Ian said affably to the waiter. The young man nodded and walked away with the order. “So… I have to admit something.”

“Oh?” Maura asked. She was still reeling from seeing him here, in front of her, in a sweater and slacks instead of dingy scrubs and crocs. He wasn’t as handsome as she remembered, but he still pleased her aesthetically.  “What’s that?”

“I’ve been keeping tabs on you,” he confessed. “I know you’re chief of head and neck surgery, Maura. Can’t say I’m surprised, but… you are incredible. I always knew you’d do incredible things. You’re the best doctor I know.”

“A lot has happened since I returned to Boston,” Maura said. She sipped her drink to hide her blush. “But I don’t know if I can accept that compliment before another drink.”

“That’s never stopped you before,” another voice joined the fray, just as deep as Ian’s, but feminine and raspy.

“Jane,” Maura whispered helplessly in the face of Jane in an all navy suit with a v-neck black tee that matched the color of her wavy, full, long hair. It was all topped off by a black, knee-length trench coat, a few droplets of rain still on the shoulders of it. Ian’s eyes on Maura and then on Jane snapped her back into reality. “Accepting compliments from you is different,” she recovered coyly, “you’re supposed to compliment me.”

“Well I’d agree anyway,” Jane said, “you’re the best doctor I know,” she winked at Ian as she sat next to Maura in the booth. “Who’s your friend, Maura?”

“Jane, this is Dr. Ian Faulkner. Ian, Dr. Jane Rizzoli,” Maura introduced them. If she wasn’t rubbing her thumb over Jane’s knuckles on the table, Jane may have combusted.

“Nice to meet, you, Jane,” Ian offered his hand for her to shake.

“I’m twenty minutes late and you’ve got the guy you used to be in love with at the table?” Jane asked Maura sarcastically, not taking Ian’s hand, but maintaining eye contact with him.

“It’s not like that,” Ian, surprisingly, said first. He put his hands up. “I was in town to meet a potential donor, and I just happened to see Maura here, where I was going to meet them.”

“You come all the way to Boston from wherever the hell you were, and it wasn’t even for Maura?” Jane escalated, leaning in on her elbows and talking like a cop in an interrogation, not a surgeon on a date.

“Jane,” Maura said again, this time in a warning. “You’re doing the ‘damned if you do, damned if you don’t’ thing again.”

When Jane said nothing, looked nowhere but Ian, he got up, drink in hand. “I’m going to sit at the bar, drink away my sorrows of having been too late and not… Italian enough. Have a good evening, Maura,” he said, raising his glass before walking away.

“You do that,” Jane smiled in faux kindness. “Bye now,” she waved exaggeratedly.

“You don’t have to be mean,” Maura gazed at her, barely containing laughter. “And you don’t have to be territorial. I’m with you. I love you.”

“I know that,” Jane shrugged. “But now he knows, too.”

[brynnmck]

 Tagged by @agirlnamedkeith, @pretty--thief, and @samirant, thank you! <333

What is the colour of your hairbrush? Mostly black, with a green ring on it.

Name a food you never eat: I have quite a few foods I can’t eat anymore thanks to some random health issues I developed a few years back (friends, aging is great from a mental/emotional perspective, Not Great from a physical perspective) but in terms of voluntary stuff, green peppers. I’ve outgrown a lot of my childhood food dislikes but that one is in my SOUL.

Are you typically too warm or too cold? Too cold, definitely.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I was in a boring meeting!

What’s your favourite candy bar?  Probably Snickers? I really like 100 Grand too, though. And Butterfinger. And Twix. And I want Claire Saffitz to make all of them for me.

Have you ever been to a professional sports game? I’ve been going to Major League baseball games since I was a kid (it was my dad’s favorite sport), and the past few years, I’ve been to 20-30 games a season. I usually go for my birthday, too, which is in a couple of weeks, and it’s just kinda sinking in that there will be no birthday baseball for me this year. :(

What was the last thing you said out loud? Just saying hi to my husband. 

What is your favourite ice cream? Coffee Heath Bar Crunch. I can’t have caffeine anymore so this summer I’m gonna try to make a decaf version for myself. (WHY IS ALMOST ALL COFFEE ICE CREAM CAFFEINATED. There are so many reasons people can’t have caffeine! Sigh.)

What was the last thing you had to drink? Water!

Do you like your wallet? Sure? It’s a nice blue and it holds my stuff.

What was the last thing you ate? Fruit and Greek yogurt for breakfast.

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? I didn’t! I actually ordered a couple of soft bras from TomboyX on Monday, but nothing on the weekend.

What’s the last sporting event you watched? A replay of an old Mariners game a couple of nights ago. If we’re talking live sports, I watched about half of a Korean baseball league game a few nights back, which was delightful.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Butter!

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? @ajoblotofjunk 

Ever go camping? Not in a long time. My husband has been getting the urge to go lately, though, so maybe we will!

Do you take vitamins? I take supplements due to the aforementioned health issues. And vitamin B.

Do you go to church every Sunday? Lol no. My mother is very Catholic and she brought us to 6 am Mass every weekday when I was a kid. It was well-intentioned (her dad had a pretty volatile temperament and she always felt safe at church, so she subconsciously wanted us to feel the same way) but it did not sell me on the experience! Heh.

Do you have a tan? I live in the Seattle area and it’s May, so... lol no. I’m also pretty pale so I don’t get that tan anyway, but. I usually get a little something going in the summer, enough to have tan lines anyway.

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? Tough call, but I’m going with pizza.

Do you drink your soda through a straw? I don’t drink soda anymore (though I drink a LOT of carbonated water), but I’ll drink my drink through a straw if I get it at a fast-food place. Otherwise I don’t usually use one.

What colour socks do you usually wear? Most of my winter socks for work are black. Otherwise it’s a pretty random selection of colors.

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Sure. Usually 5-10 miles over, rarely more (or less) than that.

What terrifies you? Climate change. Global pandemics. You know. Just generally suffering (both mine and other people’s).

Look to your left. What do you see? Through window of the room I’m sitting in: my neighbors’ house, and a cherry tree in their yard.

What chore do you hate most? Cleaning the bathrooms.

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? The hot Australian woman who’s been on Gold Rush recently, or a dear fannish friend of mine I haven’t talked to in years who is actually from New Zealand and I KNOW IT’S VERY DIFFERENT but it’s close enough to make me think of her!

What’s your favourite soda? I used to drink a lot of Diet Mountain Dew. I really miss ginger beer, too. I love a good spicy ginger beer. Root beer too.

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Drive-thru all the way. Isn’t that part of the advantage of fast food?

What’s your favourite number? I don’t really have one!

Who’s the last person you talked to? My husband!

Favourite cut of beef? Boneless ribeye. I finally bought a propane grill a couple of years back and I have now learned to make a badass steak, if I say so myself.

Last song you listened to? Eve 6 - Inside Out. A few months ago I suddenly remembered that this song existed and so I bought it and now I have to listen to it at least twice every time it comes up, ha.

Last book you read? An as-yet-unpublished Rose Lerner novel, because I am very lucky! (It’s a wlw Gothic. SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT.)

Favourite day of the week? Saturday

Can you say the alphabet backwards? In this economy??? Idk, I could probably figure it out, but it would definitely be work.

How do you like your coffee? I love a caramel macchiato, especially iced so you get those weird globules of caramel coming up through the straw. But a nonfat decaf double latte with a little bit of some kind of syrup is my go-to these days--hot when it’s cold out, iced when it’s warm out.

Favourite pair of shoes? I have these 40s-ish heels that tie over your instep with a little bow and I love them. I also have some extremely cool red velvet with black cording peep-toe Louboutins that I bought off some discount site years ago, except I can’t wear them for long because they’re about a half size too small. But they’re SO PRETTY.

Time you normally get up? In isolation, I’m discovering that my natural sleep schedule is about 2 am - 10 am. But I have a daily meeting at 9:30, and I try to get my workout done before that, so I get up at 8-8:30ish. I am discovering through this meme that SO MANY of you are morning people! What is that like???

Sunrises or sunsets? I love sunrises but I am not remotely a morning person, so. I see a lot more sunsets, and I love them too!

How many blankets are on your bed? Just one duvet.

Describe your kitchen plates. We have some with blue perimeters and kind of a white/oatmeal middle that we inherited from my in-laws, and the ones we actually bought on purpose are white on top and either sage-y green or charcoal black on the bottom.

Describe your kitchen at the moment. Somewhat messy, or at least there are dishes to do. I made some pretty epic cauliflower mushroom risotto with shrimp last night, though, so it was for a good cause.

Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? Perfect Manhattans with rye are my go-to, or a Quebecois, which is basically a perfect Manhattan with a little bit of maraschino liqueur added (and ideally a lemon twist, though we’re usually too lazy for those). In the summer, I’m getting really into gin these days: either gin and tonic, gin and some kind of citrus spiked seltzer, or a Last Word. I also really love a good craft beer, and sparkling wine too.

Do you play cards? Not really. We used to play a shit ton of gin rummy in high school, but I haven’t really played cards much since.

What colour is your car? Blue!

Do you know how to change a tire? Theoretically yes, though the one time I actually tried to do it myself, I had a hell of a time getting the lug nuts off. I was fortunately in my driveway at the time (good place for a flat tire!) and my neighbors kept coming by and offering to help, and I was like NO I WANNA DO IT. I think I did need help eventually, though. Stupid pneumatic tools at tire installation places!

Your favourite state? That rare, usually-brief phase of writing where everything seems to fit and flow and you’re a genius and you understand all the secrets of the cosmos. Also Washington.

Favourite job you’ve had? My current one. It’s not my dream job, but it pays well and I like my team and I get to learn new stuff fairly often and I can work from home in the midst of all this, so. I am very lucky!

How did you get your biggest scar? The summer after my freshman year of college, I was part of a summer stock theatre troupe, and we performed half the summer at my college, and half the summer in a very small town in eastern Oregon that had an outdoor stage. One of my entrances involved running over the grass to get to the stage, and one night the grass was wet, and my costume involved ballet slippers, and I slipped and fell onto the stage stairs in front of the whole audience. It hurt SO MUCH that I got very light-headed onstage while I was trying to get through the scene, lol. Anyway, my costume also involved harem pants that had elastic around the calf/ankle area, and I got a friction burn from those, which ended up scarring because the skin over your shins is very thin! (I also got a few massive bruises on my leg that didn’t go away for weeks, so eventually my mom nagged me into going to the doctor, who promptly started gently hinting to see if my boyfriend at the time was responsible for the injuries. Which was actually pretty cool of the doctor! But then I was like, lol no, trust me, a hundred people saw me bite it, this is 100% dumbass mistake.) And that’s my scar story.

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