#when i worked at a cocktail bar we had someone come and shit by the back door regularly

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forced to leave a bad review on my old job's indeed page born to throw a brick thru the window maybe take a shit outside the front door

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what do you think about batboys/ feysand/ nessian with a mate that used to get bullied before they met, And one day they’re at ritas and she sees her old bullies and she freezes up. They notice and reader explains and they beat the bullies up, UGHH THE ANGSTT AND COMFORT👀🤍

Ex’s Are Assholes

Poly!batboys x reader

A/n: I went with the boys on this one bc they’d go feral if you ran into your old bully (I didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance for typos I didn’t have the energy)

Warnings: over protective bat boys and slight violence

For date night the boys decided to take you drinking and dancing at Rita’s. It wasn’t with the rest of the group, just you and your mates. And they promised you ice cream later so you were happy to go to Rita’s for date night.

You were just happy to have their undivided attention. Currently you were dancing with Rhys. He spun you, pulled you back into him so he could sway with you to the music.

Cassian and Azriel made their way back to you holding drinks for all of you. Cassian handed Rhys his wine and you your cocktail. As you danced around with them more Cass accidentally bumped your arm causing you to spill your drink.

“Oh, honey! I am so sorry. Let me get you another one.” He said in that sweet apologetic tone. You smiled at him kissing his cheeks. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gunna go get another.” You sauntered off to the bar shooting them a wink over your shoulder.

Approaching the bar you spot Marcy, your favorite bartender ever! “Hi y/n! Usual cocktail?” You gave her a big smile. “Yes please. Cass made me spill.” March smiled and shook her head as she made you another drink. “I’m out of your choice of vodka. I’m gunna go grab another bottle.” She said, walking out from behind the bar toward the back room.

As you waited by the bar you felt someone nudge your arm. You moved over a smidge to give the stranger room but you couldn’t shake the familiarity of their presence. Glancing next to you, you stop breathing. Your ex-boyfriend is staring down at you, wearing a smirk that made you squirm.

“Hi y/n.” He drawls clearly drunk. He tries to tilt your head up by your chin but you jerk away. This male was the last person you wanted to see. He treated you like shit throughout your relationship. He was verbally abusive and tried to turn your friends against you. Gaslighting you was his fucking hobby and when you had enough he played the victim.

You firm,y pointed a finger at him, “Don’t ever. Fucking touch me again.” Your voice shook a little, your eyes going wide as tears welled in them. You hated that he had this affect on you. “Come on sweetheart. You know you want me back.”

You were at a loss for words. The only thing on your mind was getting back to the safety of your boys and getting the fuck out of here. You turned on your heel and sped walked through the bar until you saw the back of Cassian’s wings.

You rant the last few steps, grabbing Azriel’s arm to try and stop your hands from shaking. You looked back at the bar and saw your ex walking toward you. “I want to go home. We have to go now.” Azriel put his drink down on the high top table they were standing at, gently holding your arms.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Your whole body was shaking at this point. Cassian and Rhys followed your gaze and saw the male drunkenly stumbling towards you. “Was he bothering you?” Rhys’ voice tense and dark. You nod. “He’s my ex.”

You let your tears flow down your cheeks and that sent Cassian over the edge. He stretched out his neck and cracked his knuckles. Az steered you into Rhys’ arms copying Cassian’s movements. Your ex finally made it to the table and clearly couldn’t read their mood.

He tried to walk toward you but Cassian caught his shoulder in a bone crushing grip. “She doesn’t want to speak to you. I suggest you leave.” He growled out. “Or things won’t work out so well for you.” Az added, his voice deadly.

Your ex tried to push Cassian and that’s all they needed. Azriel’s shadows restrained him and he struggled against the dark chains. “Take her home.” Cassian commanded to Rhys. “We’ll be there in a bit.” The two Illyrians led the male outside. The last thing you saw was the door slamming shut before darkness surrounded you and Rhys.

When light appeared again you were back in the living room of the Town House. You collapsed on the couch and began to sob. Rhys held you against him rubbing soothing circles on your back. “It’s ok. You’re safe now, it’s just us. No one’s going to hurt you y/n.”

Pulling yourself together you sat up and wiped at your eyes. Rhys scooted down the couch an inch to give you some space as you took deep breaths. “I hate that he got this reaction out of me.” You gave him a sad look which he returned. “I know darling. Sometimes we hold on to things without even knowing it. And it’s ok to cry about it, there’s nothing wrong with letting those emotions out.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, slipping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap.

A few moments later Cassian and Azriel came in the front door. Their knuckles bloody and panting. You rose form the couch motioning for the, to follow you. You led them to the upstairs bathroom and pointed at the edge of the massive tub, “Sit.”

They followed your orders and waited with their hands resting on their knees. Rhys came to stand next to you handing you two cloths. You wet both of them and started wiping their hands. “You don’t have to do this y/n.” Azriel said, his voice softer than it was when you left him at Rita’s. You just shook your head and continued cleaning his scarred hands until most of the blood was gone.

You threw the cloth in the laundry bin, picking up the other to clean Cassian’s hands. When you were done you kissed them both on their foreheads, pulling them up and leading them to bed.

That night they squished you extra tight between them. Making you feel safe and secure.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

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A Friendship Thing

Emily - 5100+ words - @tammyisobsessedwith

It's been years since Love Island ended, and Emily has long since moved on (or tried to). Then an opportunity and an old face make their way into her life unexpectedly.

“Hey, I think I recognise you from somewhere! Were you on TV or something?”

Oh wow, the unexpected Scottish accent smack in the middle of Essex from whoever had said that brought a welcomed wave of homesickness, but those were some words Emily Paisley hadn’t heard in a while. Even in the heyday right after her short participation on Love Island three years ago, she’d never been one of the faces most recognised by the public or the media alike; something that in all honesty she was more than fine with. After all, when they did remember who she was, it was only to harass her for having had sex with a man she barely knew on national telly.

Yeah, sleeping with Jakub Zabinski right after meeting him hadn’t admittedly been her best decision, although, if she were honest, it was quite on par with the type of decisions she’d usually make out in the real world. The only difference was that if she chose to sleep around with virtual strangers the only people hearing about it normally would be her friends (and, presumably, that virtual stranger’s friends) whereas under the watchful cameras of Love Island she’d had to contend with the whole of Britain weighing in with their opinions on everything that had happened at the Villa in Mallorca.

And frankly, she’d told them all they could suck it. Basically it was her life, her choice ─ and Jakub’s, of course. If she wanted to sleep around and be a slag, then that’s what she was gonna do. Emily had always been unapologetic about her sexuality and being able to express it in whichever way she chose to, and she’d be damned if she would let strangers and their unnecessary or unwelcomed opinions dictate what she could or could not do.

Rolling her grey eyes a little to herself, Emily turned around with a sweet (and completely fake) smile to answer whoever it was that had the misfortune of recognising her right in the middle of her shift. As she’d been working at the top nightclubs circle for the past few years now she’d been subjected to all kinds of shit and was practically a master at indirectly telling people to fuck off while mixing them cocktails and dismissing them away all under the same breath.

However when she directed her gaze to whoever it was that had called out, she was met with a boyishly handsome face dotted with freckles, bright hazel eyes and a cheeky smile she would recognise anywhere in the world. Her fake smile melted into a genuine one before morphing into a smirk.

“You know, your pretty face is really familiar too.” Emily commented loudly over the music blasting through the nightclub, her own Scottish accent coming out more strongly than usual and accompanying a cheeky raised eyebrow as she continued mixing the cocktail shaker in her hands. “Did we happen to share a bed together one time or something?”

“One time?” Bobby McKenzie gasped in a mock offended tone. “Try multiple times, woman!”

“Soz, I can’t really keep track.” She replied with a careless shrug as she poured the drink in a cocktail glass and garnished it before handing it to someone next to him. “Y’know, ‘cause I’m such a slag.”

Bobby snickered at that as he leaned forward over the bar and gestured at their surroundings with one hand. “So when do you get a break?”

“A break? What’s that?” She asked, the sarcasm in her voice pairing nicely with the dry eyebrow she raised at him as she already turned to make the next drink in her order line.

“C’mon, Em!” He said, laughter in his voice. “Get someone to cover for you, come out here and give me a proper hug.”

She shook her head, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her lips. “Hold on, let me see if I can find someone.”

It took a while, as she needed to get through the peak of drink orders for the night and wait for movement to slow down a little bit before she could get her somewhat regularly scheduled cigarette break. Her eyes scanned for Bobby across the dwindling dance floor and she found him chatting and laughing with a group of girls, but as soon as he saw her looking he broke off with some quickly exchanged words as he followed her head tilt towards the outside smoking area.

“So what are you doing here, McKenzie?” Emily asked after he gave her one of his bear hugs as she leaned against the outside wall and gestured at the cigarette pack in her hand.

Bobby wordlessly shook his head at the offer. “Ah you know, night out on the town, checking out the hotspots. How have you been?”

“Fabulous, as you can see.” She said with a smile after lighting up her cigarette. “Enjoying the life of the bartender extraordinaire to the fullest. And you’re certainly in the right place if you were looking for the best night out.”

“Yeah, I heard this was where I’d find all the buzz.” He said, looking up at the nightclub’s facade and neon sign.

She took a long drag before speaking. “How’s the bakery doing?”

“Business is thriving. So much that I’m actually expanding my portfolio a bit.” He said it with waggling eyebrows.

She reflexively rolled her eyes. “Oh god, you’re one of those people who use the word ‘portfolio’ now.”

“Hey, I’m still the same old Bobby!” He protested, but there was a smile on his face.

“Hardly. You’re a proper famous person.” She gave him a pointed look. He may like to downplay his fame sometimes, but with the exception of DJ Tim “Big T” Davies, Bobby was probably the most famous and successful of all former Islanders. “I’m surprised one of your fans hasn’t tackled me yet out of demented jealousy or something.” A smirk pulled at her lips, as she reminded him of an old incident when one of his rabid fans had literally tackled Lottie when they’d been walking in the streets a couple of months after they’d come back from the show.

“Ugh, that was one time.” He said, a groan in his voice accompanying an exasperated and somewhat embarrassed roll of his eyes.

“Still, you’re never gonna live that down.” Emily insisted with a grin, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. “Let me say that’s one of the upsides of the fact that almost nobody even remembers I was in that show anymore. I really couldn’t care less for all of that attention.” She made a pointed tap to her cigarette, watching the ashes float down to the ground as if they carried her words with them.

“Yeah, you really had it rough there for a while.” He commented, his hazel eyes looking softer as he looked back at her.

“Not sure why I was the one who got all the flak seeing as Jakub was the one actually sleeping around.” She said dryly with a raised eyebrow.

“If that ain’t the truth.” He rolled his eyes then grimaced a little. “Sorry I never spoke up about it when it was all going down.”

“It’s fine.” She said easily with a dismissive hand. “I know you guys are friends.”

“We are,” he agreed with a matter-of-fact shrug, as Bobby was literally everyone’s friend, even the people not everyone got along with at the Villa or those the public or media didn’t really favour. “But I still think he was a fuckin’ numpty.”

A smile broke out on her face. “Aww Bobby McKenzie, the Love Island player with a heart of gold.”

He snorted at that. “Still not sure where I got that reputation.”

“It’s your face.” She explained, inhaling on her cigarette before elaborating, watching in delight as he blinked his eyes in a perplexed manner. “It’s too pretty, everyone automatically thinks you’re a fuckboy. Like you’re gonna ‘love them and leave ‘em and ruin ‘em for all other men’ type of shit.”

Bobby let out a bark of laughter as he shook his head. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”

“It’s not me, it’s your fans!” She insisted, laughter also bubbling up with her words. “They’re the ones coming up with it.”

His hazel eyes narrowed playfully back at her. “Oh so you’re saying you’re not a fan then?”

“Definitely not.” She volleyed back immediately, her lips twisting into an impish grin before his exaggerated gasp at hearing her words. “Sorry mate, I can see you for all you are, the good parts and the flaws.”

“Unbelievable.” He shook his head. “And here I was, coming all the way over to Essex just to make you a proposition only to be treated like this?”

“Oh?” Emily raised an eyebrow. “So are you proposing? Or propositioning? Not sure which one of those is the more terrifying prospect, actually.” She faked a shudder for effect.

“Oi! I’m actually serious here for once.” Bobby said, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face or the laughter off his voice.

A smirk pulled at her lips as she put out the end of her cigarette and threw it away. “Then use more serious words or at least put on a serious face, ‘cause right now it’s still seriously hard to take any of this seriously.”

“That word has lost all meaning now.” He shook his head again, but made a show of taking a deep breath in and trying to put on a serious face. “Okay, here goes: I’m opening up a restaurant and I want you to be my cocktail person.”

“What?” She blinked her eyes in surprise before she recovered herself a little. “I mean, great news about the restaurant! Congrats!” She enthused, wrapping her arms around him for a quick hug before she pulled back with a frown. “But what is even a cocktail person?”

“You know, the person in charge of creating cocktails for the menu.” He explained with a shrug. “Yeah, there’ll be the classic shit in there, but it’s a fusion restaurant and I want to have a cocktail menu that’s innovative as well. And I think you’re the person for the job.”

“Oh wow, I dunno what to say.” Emily said, unusually lost for words as she took in what he said. She’d always been one to give rapid fire responses, especially when talking to Bobby as they vibed since they’d first met during Casa Amor, but she had definitely not been expecting that.

He seemed somewhat delighted at having surprised her and laughed a little. “That’s easy, say ‘yes Bobby, I’ll be your cocktail person’.”

She crossed her arms and frowned. “Is this you doing one of your charity things?”

Emily thought that was a valid question. Bobby was not only everyone’s friend, he was also always showing up, supporting and posting on his platforms about whatever the former Islanders were doing over the last three years: Lottie’s new makeup brand, Priya’s new collab with an up and coming designer, Hannah’s new novel, Hope’s new toy line. Catching one of Kassam’s shows on his tour, watching one of Rahim’s tournaments, cheering on at Jo’s races, checking out Noah’s project with kids at the library. Celebrating Marisol’s graduation from law school, doing a spot for Elisa’s socials, being a special guest at one of Chelsea’s parties, or even just retweeting Jakub’s photo shoot or sharing one of Gary’s reels about the new big crane he got to operate on at work.

“What are you even on about now?” He asked with a bemused twist to his lips.

“You know, you doing your rounds, keeping up with the gang and putting a marginal spotlight on what they’re up to through your social media and shit?” She said with a slight roll of her eyes and somewhat vague gesture with her hands. “‘Cause I told you already, I don’t really care for the attention. And I’m not a charity case.” She added the last part a little under her breath, looking away.

“I know, I agree. You’re actually one of the best in the business and that’s why I’m here.” He replied at once before dramatically placing one hand over his heart. “Honest to God, Em. I didn’t even know it was you, I thought you were still up in Edinburgh!”

“I didn’t really tell anyone other than my immediate family that I was moving.” She said with a careless shrug. “Just needed a fresh start, I guess.”

Bobby just stopped and looked at her for a few silent beats. “Yeah, I get it.”

The unexpected concern in his eyes made her suddenly uncomfortable as it was so at odds with their normally playful banter, so she looked away and cleared her throat. “Anyway, how did you manage to stumble into my playing grounds tonight then, that is if you weren’t actually stalking me?” Emily looked back at him while arching a teasing eyebrow.

He playfully tapped the side of his nose with a grin before shaking his head as she laughed. “Nah, jokes. I was putting together a list of experts to scout and I was told to come check out this place by a mate who works in the area and knows what’s what.”

“You’re having me on.” She said, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe she was good at her job, because she knew she was. But the idea that people would be actively pursuing her was a little baffling. It wasn’t like she was a drinks connoisseur or entrepreneur like Allegra D’Annunzio ─ self-proclaimed or otherwise.

“No, for real. He said your cocktails are one of the reasons people love this place and I could see that. Plus I remember back at the Villa how great you were when you taught me how to make a jellyfish.” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows up and down.

“Don’t you mean a Bobbyfish?” She asked cheekily and they shared a chuckle at that. “So you were looking at potential candidates and now that you saw it was me working here you’re just offering me the job, just like that?”

He nodded back at once. “Yeah, absolutely.”

He just left it at that and Emily looked back at him for a moment as she thought it over. “Alright. I’m in.” She shrugged her shoulders and gave him a quiet smile.

A wide grin spread over his lips. “You are?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, suddenly feeling just as excited about it as he seemed to be. “Bet you weren’t expecting me to agree so fast, huh?”

“No way, I’m buzzing! This is gonna be amazing, Em!” He wrapped her up in another of his bear hugs and they laughed together for a moment before going back inside as apparently she wanted to give her notice right away.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Emily negotiated her exit from the staff at the club in Essex even as she worked out the details to get on board with Bobby’s new restaurant. It may have been a hasty decision even for her standards ─ though in all honesty she’d always been more of a ‘leap before you look’ kind of gal; it was how she’d ended up on Love Island in the first place after being scouted back in Edinburgh then how she’d impulsively moved out of Scotland to Essex after all. But after sitting down with Bobby for a proper meeting where they went over his plan and the vision that he had for the restaurant, she knew it was a solid business endeavour.

As it should be. Ever since the Villa, everything that boy touched turned to gold, and it was one of the things that had prompted her to take his offer.

The other was that she never really got over the teeny, tiny (minor, really) crush she’d developed on Bobby during the Casa Amor days ─ but if asked, Emily would deny it to her very last breath. She’d gone through enough humiliation back then, going from fucked (by Jakub) to friendzoned (by Bobby) faster than anyone could say, “whiplash much?”

“You’re gonna be working with him now, Em.” Blake commented when they were out for drinks one night after she’d told her the whole story. “Day in, day out. You working at the bar, him in the kitchen then working the room to greet important people. Your eyes meet across the crowded room. You guys stay out late to close the books or something like that…” She trailed off, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow before bringing her cocktail glass up to her lips.

“You’re reading too many trashy romance novels, love. You know we’re just friends.” Emily replied in a dry tone. “That’s all Bobby’s ever wanted with any of the girls.”

“Not true.” Blake retorted. “He was shagging Lottie by the end of the season.”

“Yeah, but it was always a more friends-with-benefits type of thing.” Emily countered with a frown. “They barely carried on once they were back home. I don’t think he ever saw anything long-term with anyone at the Villa, to be honest.”

“Except the new Mrs. Rennell.” Blake replied, rolling her eyes a little. “I couldn’t believe he wouldn’t save you at that recoupling even if just to keep you in the Villa because he was so ridiculously besotted with her, even after she dumped him to get back together with crane boy. D’you think he ever got over his crush on her or is it like extremely awkward if he ever hangs out with Gary and the missus?”

“I don’t think it’s awks, because that’s not Bobby.” Emily shook her head, as she knew he was always making sure everyone was comfortable and having their best time if they were out together. “But if he still has feelings for her… Who knows?” She finished with a shrug.

Blake was right about one thing: Emily did get to spend a lot of time with Bobby now, especially as they started working on the new cocktail menu. As the licences and other business and legal requirements were underway for the new restaurant, she spent several nights in a row at his apartment as he cooked her what would be his signature dishes and she experimented with different cocktails, the two of them workshopping to see which flavours would go best together.

It was also a lot more fun than she’d been expecting. She’d created a few signature drinks for past employers, but she’d never got to think about a whole menu like this ─ plus having someone else to bounce off and who knew so much about food made a world of difference. 

Yet as things started ramping up for the big opening and Emily watched Bobby spending more time training his kitchen staff, she realised it was just the way he did things. He was the total opposite of the classic, clichéd head chef yelling his head off and terrorising his sous chefs. He treated everyone nicely, huge smiles all around and good humour, good vibes surrounding the whole kitchen and supporting staff.

She’d never seen someone working as hard as he was. And honestly she’d never worked as hard either, as she now had staff under her and needed to train the bartenders so they’d be as skilled as she was in making those drinks that they’d created after so much joint effort.

It seemed like in no time at all the grand opening was upon them and everything went off without a hitch. Emily wasn’t really surprised, given the amount of effort everyone put into it, but it was also one of those things where it seemed like everything magically aligned together and it went so smoothly that it was almost too good to be true. But it was the sort of thing that just happened around Bobby, either as a direct result of his actions or the way he seemed to be such a great boss and uplift everyone around him that they all wanted to do their best for him, too.

She realised that went for her too, one afternoon between shifts at the restaurant when she was checking the bar for supplies and doing inventory and he hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, heading straight towards her.

“I need you to take tonight off.” He said without preamble when he was still halfway across the salon. “I know it’s not in the schedule, but I called Samantha and she’s coming ‘round to fill in for you.”

“You don’t want me working tonight?” She turned to him with a frown. “Why?”

He made a half resigned, half exasperated hand gesture, but there was still a smile on his face. “I squeezed in Gary and Julie for a last minute reservation late in the night and they want us to join them for dinner.” He reached the bar and braced his hands against it, leaning forward. “Say ‘yes’ to this, please?” He asked with one of his charming smiles.

“Well, what choice do I have?” She asked with a teasing eyebrow. “The boss is telling me to take the night off. I can’t very well say ‘no’.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” He said with a grin before shaking his head. “And I thought I told you to stop with this whole ‘boss’ nonsense already.”

“Bobby, you are the boss.” She insisted with a smirk. “It’s literally your name on top of that door.” She pointed at their front door with the clipboard in her hand.

“I’m pretty sure it says ‘The Melting Pot’.” He countered with a raised eyebrow.

“‘By Bobby McKenzie.’” She volleyed back with a pointed look.

They bantered back and forth for a bit as she kept doing inventory until he took the clipboard away and handed it to one of the bartenders on staff, saying she was off for the rest of the day.

She took the opportunity to dress up, doing her dark hair half-up, styling it to come down in gentle waves over one shoulder. She also got one of the nicer cocktail dresses she had out of her closet, which made a nice change from the usual dark trousers and blouse she’d wear for work.

It was a very nice evening, but it was so surreal at the same time: getting to the restaurant with the other patrons instead of being there hours before to open things up. Being seated by the maitre then waited on by people who were her colleagues and personal friends. She imagined it was the same for Bobby, as he split his time being in the kitchen overseeing their plates then sitting down with them to enjoy the meal and the drinks.

Gary and Julie were delighted they were all able to spend the night together, drinking and eating and chatting away. Emily could see the lads were still as silly and easygoing around each other as during their time back at the Villa, as even if time had passed they were still the same jokesters as before. Their sense of humour and easy banter was one of the things she most liked about them, and it was the same for Julie, who gave it back as good as she got.

They’d been done with the main course and chatting away before moving on to dessert when Emily got a little sidetracked in her conversation with Julie about her new research project for her doctorate at the university as she peripherally noticed an exchange of sorts happening between Gary and Bobby, the latter shaking his head and laughing away at something the blonde man had asked in a low voice.

“Alright, it’s time for my fave part.” Bobby said, almost as if he were trying to distract his friend from whatever they had been talking about. “Just wait here as I get the finishing touches on the desserts.”

As he got up and walked back towards the kitchen, Emily noted how his ears were red and that a light blush spread across his face under the freckles. “What was that about?” She asked with a bemused frown.

“What?” Gary said in a distracted manner as he turned to face her. “Oh nothing, Em.”

“Oh! I think I know.” Julie said, a slow grin taking over her lips. “Was it─?” She raised her eyebrows as she looked at her husband, and it was like they were sharing a whole silent conversation at that moment.

“C’mon, Gary.” Emily insisted with an easygoing smile. “Is it a secret? Why can’t I know?”

“Nah, it’s not a secret.” He replied with a shrug. “I was just asking Bobby if you two are a thing now.”

She felt as if the smile was frozen on her face. “What?”

“Yeah, the whole group thinks you are together and we’ve been dying to know.” Julie said, as if that had been the most normal thing in the world as she brought her glass up to her lips.

It took her a couple of seconds before she could properly react, but then Emily was laughing dismissively. “Oh no, we’ve always been just friends. Why would you even think that?”

“I dunno.” Gary commented, a sly smile forming as he rubbed a hand on his jaw. “There’s been a vibe, lately. The way he talks about you sometimes. That sort of thing.”

“Yeah, the way he looked at you when you were talking about the cocktail menu and how you two came up with all of that together…” Julie added, leaning her chin on her palm as she looked at her across the table. “I don’t know, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Bobby looking that happy.”

“He’s just excited about the restaurant.” Emily countered with an easy shrug.

“Oh yeah, don’t get me wrong.” She said, waving away a hand. “I know it was a lot of work to get this all going and I’m sure that’s part of it.”

“Just saying…” Gary chimed in then, as if he were continuing on his wife’s train of thought. “He wasn’t this happy back when he opened up the bakery.” He gave her a wink as Julie nodded emphatically next to him.

Soon, Bobby brought back the desserts and the group enjoyed the rest of their evening together, but Emily couldn’t stop those words from rattling around inside her brain and what it could all mean ─ if it even meant anything at all.

Then desserts led to more drinks, and more drinks led to the group just chatting away the rest of the night. Before they knew what was happening it was actually closing time and while they could’ve stayed put and just spent more time together having drinks as the dining room emptied out, Gary and Julie said they were in the mood to go dancing and insisted they needed to go together, for old time’s sake. The staff at the restaurant insisted they should all go and enjoy themselves and that was how Emily found herself in a nightclub with her friends instead of working behind the bar. Sure, even back when she was bartending at clubs she still went out on her free nights, especially with Blake or if Shannon happened to be in town, but with all the work recently it had been a while since she’d been out like this.

To be honest, the more surprising aspect was that she was out with Bobby and how different things felt between them. She couldn’t tell if it was the many drinks they’d had, the fact that they were letting out some steam on the dancefloor after weeks of stressing and working so hard or even if it had been Gary and Julie’s comments and questions about their current status quo. Whatever it was, something definitely felt different.

And she might’ve thought it was all in her head, some sort of shyness or awkwardness which had never been in her nature but that somehow had been brought to life at being confronted with a possibility that she’d never thought was actually possible. But she kept catching Bobby stealing glances at her, an almost-there smile on his lips as he danced a little too close, his fingertips brushing against her waist in a way that could’ve been innocent if not for the gleam in the warm hazel of his eyes.

Ah fuck this, Emily thought as she felt the familiar thrill running down her spine whenever she was about to do a ‘leap before you look’ as she pulled him by the hand and led him away towards a back wall. He followed her with no resistance, a grin pulling at his lips, almost as if he’d been expecting her to pull that move.

It was reckless and impulsive and maybe even foolhardy, considering he was not only her friend who had put her in the friendzone some three years ago but her boss nowadays. But it was also the only way Emily Paisley knew how to be and as she pressed him up against the wall and leaned into his personal space, she paused as if to give him an out, give him a chance to put a stop to this, tell her he didn’t mean for her to get things the wrong way and that they were in fact nothing more than friends.

Then she looked up, her gaze locked with his and she felt almost naked before him, feeling the buzz in the air between them and she knew it wasn’t all in her head. With a smirk pulling at her mouth, she threaded her arms around his neck and leaned in, moving her lips to brush up against the shell of his ear.

“Your move, McKenzie.”

She could feel a shiver run down his back with her hands pressed against his shoulders. She leaned back a little to look him in the eye and saw the smile forming as the words almost tumbled out past his lips. “Shit, Em. Let’s fuck up the friendship.”

Emily barely heard the words before she felt his lips capturing hers, the taste of his lips more intoxicating than any drink they’d had that night. She pulled his body flush against hers as her hands ran over his back and neck and she practically melted under his touch.

If this was just a drunken mistake or something to just get out of their systems or something else entirely, she was willing to wait and figure it out in the morning. Right now, feeling his lips and his touch igniting her whole body, she couldn’t quite understand why they’d never done this before. But she was gonna make damn sure it’d be a night to remember.

At least there were no TV cameras around this time.

[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 20

Bryan Kneef x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut. guys never in a million years did I think this story was going to end up being this long LOL. and there's still another arc to come 👀(lowkey curious if anyone's picked up on it yet...cause none of you have mentioned anything but i'm sure at least one of you noticed the hinting...)

Bryan ended up in the neighborhood of your firm and had a little bit of extra time on his hands and figured he may as well stop by as you were wrapping your day up. Probably have to encourage you to pack up and at the very least get some food in before continuing to work from the comfort of your apartment. When he got to your office door though he found your computer already powered down, a neat little pile of case files on top of it and you changed into a semi formal cocktail dress, fixing your lipstick in the mirror on the wall. You glanced up when the movement caught your eye, knowing you’d sent Larissa home an hour ago.

“Hey.” You greeted with a smile, turning back to the mirror for a couple of finishing touches while Bryan moved into the room.

“Someone looks fucking stunning.” He greeted in reply, wrapping an arm around your waist, his lips brushing against your cheek.

“Thank you.” Smiling you stole a quick kiss, making sure you didn’t leave any lipstick stains as you pulled away, “got a dinner meeting. Athletic Association is looking to ‘expand horizons’ as the boss put it.”

“Over at Cherry Circle Room?” He raised a brow and you let out a groan, your shoulders slumping.

“Oh fuck you. Am I competing against you for this shit?” You asked and he chuckled.

“Are you that into sports?”

“No, but the rumour is whoever catches this client is a shoo-in for the yearly conference and I would do just about anything for two weeks all expenses paid cruising the Amalfi Coast.”

“Well I’m sure you have your winning ways.” He murmured, stepping closer to you for a kiss, “and you’ve been liaising between firms a lot anyways, maybe it’ll count for a double win.”

“Don’t get cocky now Kneef.” You warned with a grin, kissing him once more, the warmth blooming through your body as his arm wound around your waist, holding you tightly to him. “We really need to coordinate our calendars.”

“Certainly would help a few things.” He agreed, watching as you collected your things from around your office, “are you driving over?”

“No, I cabbed in today. Can’t exactly turn down the drinks tonight.”

“My driver’s out front?” He suggested and you smiled, letting out a soft chuckle,

 “You just offering me a ride? Or do I suddenly have a date for tonight?”

“I’m not just going to abandon my girlfriend simply because I’m going to win a client over her.”

“Better put your money where your mouth is Kneef.” You poked at his chest with a teasing grin, scooping up your purse and he let out a mock scoff, his hand resting at the small of your back as the two of you moved out of the firm.

The Cherry Circle Room was on the second floor of the Chicago Athletic Association Hotel, along with the vast bar and restaurant, there was a private cocktail and dining room, game rooms set up for cards or something a little more active and even a golf simulator room. It was one of those prime locations in the city for hosting events just like tonight, giving everyone a chance to eat, drink, chat and schmooze while playing and making bets, people who needed to prove themselves given multiple opportunities.

You and Bryan grabbed a couple of drinks from the bar and shifted through the crowd, chatting with those that you already knew and making sure to make introductions to anyone you didn’t. The private dining room was set up for just invited guests, bottles of cabernet and pinot already ready and waiting as you were seated. Plates of bread, oysters, marinated beets and charred octopus were brought out as starters, little bites for everyone to enjoy as you started your more in depth conversations. Drinks were flowing, conversation was easy, a little bit business, a little bit pleasure, Bryan couldn’t help but have his attention diverted over to you, watching the way you animatedly talked with table companions about anything and everything. There wasn’t a dull moment at all, your usual sparkle and shine with a hint of teasing coming through perfectly. You were even more prominent for being one of the only women at the dinner, and the youngest of them by far. He could sense a few lingering eyes and over the top comments and felt the surge of jealousy flow through him despite knowing you would never act on anything. His hand found a way into your lap, wrapping around your thigh as his thumb stroked across your skin and you glanced to him with a warm smile, your own hand coming to rest upon his.

Dinner was served, options of pork chop, free range chicken, sea bass or tenderloin coming out to the table. Conversations continued on and Bryan was a little surprised at the way you didn’t shy away from your relationship in a somewhat work environment, if his hand disappeared from your lap, yours usually retreated to his, settling on his thigh. You were open about it when asked by someone else at the table, and you weren’t scared of leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek before darting off to the bathroom. And he was in the same boat, firstly he wanted all the other men in the room to know you were off the market and very much not up for grabs but also that he was immensely proud of the attorney you were and your work. He brought up the incredible work you’d done in New York, how you’d battled against things someone else would rather avoid, how you still held double jurisdiction and would likely be able to take cases in multiple cities. He knew something like that would likely be a bonus for a company like the one you were pitching to.

The dinner table was cleared not much longer after that, Bryan noticed the way you swapped out your wine for premium tequila on the rocks, something he hadn’t seen you drink before but other partners at the table were indulging in on. You knowledge on the spirit and which ones were actually the more high end intrigued him as he settled into a table for a game of poker, your hand trailing over his shoulder as you laughed at something someone else said before you dropped into the chair beside him.

“Are you playing?” He asked and you practically snorted.

“What? You think I leave all the fun to the big boys? C’mon Bry.”

“Kennedy’s about to whip his ass.” Someone chuckled from across the table and you laughed, putting down a bet to swap out for chips as you collected your cards.

“You know how to play?” Bryan asked and you let out a little laugh.

“Yeah. Sometime when you were too busy pouring over books in the library at least one of us was out getting some worthwhile life experience.”

“You gotta know Kneef,” someone started, “Kennedy here’s the champ, she’s not the usual date you bring to these things.”

“I am well aware of that.” He chuckled, “I’m about to get my ass handed to me aren’t I?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” You replied with a sly grin before any emotion slipped off your face in preparation for the game.

Just as Bryan had suspected, you absolutely obliterated everyone at the table, what he wasn’t expecting was that you donated all of your winnings to the Athletic Association. Which meant that you were leaving that night with a few extra handshakes, thank you’s and very well secured promises that they would be in touch about the open position.

“So are you allowed to bring a plus one to this yacht conference?” Bryan asked with a grin as you waited on the curb for his driver and you laughed.

“I’m pretty sure we can afford our own vacation.”

“Oh but the free ones are always so much better.” He grinned, fingers coming to tilt your chin towards him for a kiss that you smiled into, “your place is closer?”

“I do really need to get some laundry done, so that can be a task for the morning.” You replied as the car pulled up and Bryan shot off the correct address.

Once upstairs it was the usual moments of stepping out of shoes, bags getting placed down in the appropriate places, phones being plugged in, the offer for a nightcap as you moved through the space. You were coming out of the ensuite when you offered Bryan a drink and he chuckled,

“I can think of something much more desirable than a drink right now.” He murmured, pulling you to him, a hand cupping around your cheek, sinking into your hair and you grinned.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.” It was only a second later that his lips surged against yours, arms wrapping tightly around you and yours snuck under his suit jacket, gently pushing the garment off him.

He’d already forgone the tie for dinner, leaving you one less thing to deal with as your hands began to undo the buttons of his shirt, fingers splaying up his bare chest as you nudged the fabric off him. His fingers found the clasp and zipper of your dress, pulling it down and sliding the straps over your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor leaving you in only a pair of lace panties.

“Lie back kitten.” He murmured, nudging you toward the bed, “let me take care of you.”

“Yes sir.” You smirked and he shot you a glance, a sparkle in his eye at the title as you settled against the pillows.

He quickly rid himself of the rest of his clothes, your eyes darkening at the sight of his hard cock as he climbed onto the bed, crawling over you. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, a hand tenderly caressing your cheek as his tongue delved into your mouth, swirling in the now very familiar and desired dance you’d both become accustomed to. Your hands threaded through his hair, tugging him impossibly close to you, the weight of his body on you building the fire hotter and deeper within you. His hands danced across your skin, tickling and teasing in their paths before he finally broke the kiss, his mouth moving south on your body. He nipped across your neck, kissing your collarbone before latching onto your chest. You let out a loud moan, chest arching up into the sensation as pleasure surged through you, a whimper escaping your lips when his teeth scraped across the sensitive skin.

Bryan sunk lower, settling between your legs, this time not waiting, his mouth surging toward your dripping cunt and you let out a cry when his fingers sunk into you. They pumped and curled just enough to have you on the edge but nowhere further, your entire body trembling in anticipation while his mouth made home on your throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck… Bry…oh god… feels so fucking good.”

He felt himself twitch against the bed at the angelic way your voice rung out through the room, nearly growling into your pussy as he started to eat you with more vigor. The pace of his fingers picked up, tapping against the sensitive spot within you with each pump and you were crying out only a few moments later, your body shaking against the bed as your orgasm rocked through you.

“Fuck…” you panted, “oh god… please… please fuck me.” Your hands cupped at his cheeks as he crawled up your body and you could see the desire and adoration pouring from his eyes, letting out a little laugh, your cheeks flushing.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” He murmured, ducking to kiss you while his free hand wrapped around his cock, lining it up with your throbbing cunt.

“Oh Bry…” The breathy moan escaped your lips as he groaned, sinking into you and your arms tightly wound around him.

He began to move, his hips rocking into you, pulling breathy gasps from you with each thrust, his arms sunk under your body, hands wrapping around your shoulders as he buried himself into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper and tighter to you with each thrust of his hips, his cock dragging past every inch of you, making you shiver.

“Fuck…” he swore, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, “feel so fucking good sweetheart, take me so fucking well…” His hand snuck between your bodies in search of your clit, pads of his fingers beginning to rub at it and you moaned.

“Fuck!” Your arms tightened around him as you pussy fluttered, “oh god… oh god Bry, you’re gonna make me come.” His hips thrusted heavier into you, the pace picking up ever so slightly as his fingers did the same, pinching at your clit.

“Good girl.” He urged, “let go for me. I know you’re close.”

You whimpered out, the fire shooting through your body, one of your hands threading through his hair, holding him impossibly close as he continued to rock into you. His cock filled you so impeccably, stretching you with just the perfect amount of pleasure versus pain, his fingers toying with you to the point of you seeing stars. You let out a cry, your entire body tensing around him, thighs shaking as your body trembled, little cries leaving your lips as he brought you to your peak.

“That’s it…” He praised softly, a thumb stroking at your cheek as you shivered in his arms, “such a good girl for me.”

He moved his hand from your clit, letting you catch your breath before he began to pound his hips into you, still holding you impeccably close as he chased his release. The little noises you were letting out right into his ear were more than enough but coupled with the wet warmth of your cunt wrapped around him he was coming in only a matter of thrusts, spilling deep within you as he panted into the crook of your neck.

Bryan did his best to not collapse over top of you, relishing in the feeling of your hands dancing up and down the bare skin of his back, your nails scratching at his skin lightly. The way your hand cupped at the back of his head, scratching into his hair and he hummed happily, pressing a series of gentle kisses into your neck and across your chin. You let out a tiny gasp as he slipped from within you, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek before he kissed you, lingering longer than he normally would. When you opened your eyes you couldn’t help but smile at the way he was gazing down at you, a warmth in his eyes you’d only seen a handful of times before, a happy smile on his face. You reached up, fingertips scratching into his beard,

“What?” You asked and he let out a huff of a laugh, internally debating for a moment before he ducked to kiss you softly. It felt like for the first time he was actually one hundred percent about the blooming in his chest, the way that your smile made him happier than anything else in the world, that there was no other place he would ever rather be than in your arms.

“I love you…”

“Oh Bryan…” you smiled, unable to hold back the giggle as you pulled him to you for another kiss, “I love you too.”

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[ruin-a-wedding]

Chapter 1

“Well, she didn’t make things any worse.”

The return of the brothel’s medical specialist marked the beginning of your actual recovery. Meliza, the owner and emcee of the bar, did her best while Doc was out of the country, but the infection is persistent and you’re glad that your treatment has graduated from stolen fish antibiotics.

“You been through it, kid,” Doc says, emerging from the white sheet draped over your knees. Their short, white hair is sticking up in places where it caught the sheet. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got my balls cut off.”

The acknowledgment is progress. You can’t bear to look below your waist, leading to you and Meliza becoming much more familiar than you would have preferred so soon after meeting. It gets easier with time, she says, and you don’t dare ask her how she can be so sure.

Doc lets out a gruff chuckle, rolling down the sleeves of their pinstriped button up over thick forearms. They’ve been a good sport about your situation, but you still feel guilty about what you’re no doubt costing them by taking up precious space.

“No shit. Any pain?”

“Everywhere.”

“Fatigue?”

“Only when I’m awake.”

“Open your mouth.”

You oblige, and they place a thermometer under your tongue.

“Still warm, but better.”

If you were wholly human the infection would have likely killed you. Even with blood supplementation your healing has been slow-going. Or maybe it’s quick for someone who managed to step back from the edge of death.

“How long till I’m cleared to work?”

They pause in thought, nails scratching against the sparse white stubble scattered across their jaw.

“Too early to tell. Right now your focus should be on resting.”

“I just hate feeling useless,” you grumble. This life is tedious compared to the one you left behind, and you are helpless to change it.

“There’s one thing you can do to pass the time,” Doc offers with a glance at the stack of IDs on your bedside table.

You close your eyes, fighting the urge to go back to sleep. It’s been hardly an hour since you woke up, but the effort of your checkup has left you drained once again.

“No good options.”

“So come up with a nickname. Not like my name’s actually Doc.”

“It’s not?” You’re half asleep but trying to keep up.

“No, but customers hardly find the name Francis imposing, do they?”

“S’pose not…”

Whatever response follows goes unheard as you drift off into nightmares haunted by Leroy Corbeau’s lifeless body and his widow’s cries for justice.

_____

The next time Meliza visits she comes with another stack of IDs, courtesy of a leak at the coroner’s office. This is the third round, and you have little hope that this will be any different.

“Doc says I should just pick something and be done with it,” you mention as you halfheartedly thumb through your options.

“Absolutely not,” Meliza frowns with a glance at Doc, who’s reading in the corner of the room.

They look up from their book for long enough to defend their position.

“It was just a suggestion. We can’t all be lucky enough to find pretty lines of poetry on bodies lying in the gutter, Meliza Flores.”

“That’s your opinion, Francis.”

You hand back the stack of plastic.

“I’m sorry, nothing stands out.”

With all the time spent confined to your bed, you’ve come to realize how the life you grew up with stripped you of any meaningful decision making. Your education was paid for by the family and career predestined by the conditions of your birth. Even your relationships were restricted to those also within the organization.

You were born for one purpose, and without the Corbeaus you are nothing. Now that you have to make a choice that matters you’re terrified of fucking it up.

“How about these?”

This is the first time Meliza has had backups ready immediately after. It only takes a few names for you to realize why.

“Fatima. Nichole. Bernice? These are women’s names.”

“Yeah,” is all she says.

“You’ll be on hormones regardless,” Doc calls from their seat. “Just gotta decide the cocktail.”

The added options are overwhelming, but being given permission to choose seems to have released some of the tension in your body. You try to drum up a reason that you shouldn’t consider the opportunity. Falling short of any, you begin looking.

One name stands out; you find yourself returning to it as you browse through the others. Whoever you were before this is irrelevant now. Besides, Nettie’s far less likely to find you if you’re no longer the man she wants dead.

“Can you get me a sample of her blood?” you ask hesitantly, handing the photo to Meliza.

She beams at you when she sees who you’ve chosen.

“Welcome to the family, Sophia Durand.”

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[no-not-without-you-blog]

The First Christmas

Summary: You and Steve spend your first Christmas Eve together. Part One of my Christmas with the Captain Mini-Series.

Warnings: None

Divider Graphics by @firefly-graphics

Title Graphics by Me

This was it. The moment you had been waiting for all season. Hell, this was the moment that you had been waiting on all year. You hadn’t gotten to spend last Christmas together so this was your first. 

The two of you met at last year's New Years Eve party. You had started at the compound three months before and while your analyst position was important, it hadn’t placed you in the path of the actual Avengers much. You knew Clint and Natasha fairly well, as your intelligence briefings often contained information they either provided to you or that you needed to give to them. You were nervous to come to the party, but they assured you that it was casual, much to the chagrin of Tony, and would be fun. You had spent the first thirty minutes or so talking to coworkers and hanging near the perimeter of the room when Natasha came up, grabbed your hand and pulled you towards her group. 

“Gentleman, this is Y/N. She’s single and desperately in need of a date. So… who’s it gonna be?” She looked around at Steve, Sam, and Bucky who had been talking and playing pool. The look of shock on their faces instantly filled you with embarrassment.

“Natasha!” You half yelled.

She just half shrugged. “What? It’s true. Just trying to help my girl out.” You groaned and turned around, heading straight for the bar. You had just been introduced like that to not only a good chunk of the Avengers, but also three of the most attractive men you had ever seen. You quickly downed a shot of something clear and grimaced, then ordered your preferred cocktail. In your periphery, someone pulled up to the bar beside you and you groaned. Steve stood there, both elbows leaning against the bar, looking straight forward, waiting for another beer. You bowed your head down until it almost touched the bar.

“Captain Rogers, I am so sorry for that. I had absolutely no idea that she was going to do that.” He just shook his head and finally turned to look at you, you saw a kind smile on his face. 

“No worries. Seriously, Y/N. I am quite used to Natasha and Clint’s antics by now. They have done much worse than that before and I wouldn’t put it past them again. At least this one didn’t involve any props or live animals.”

You laughed as you tried to imagine some sort of situation that necessitated live animals and props.

“And please, call me Steve. I get that I’m Captain America, but that’s only when I’m working. I’m just Steve.”

“Well, ‘Just Steve’, it’s nice to meet you.”

He smiled at you and you were sure he could hear your heartbeat skip. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” He held his beer up and you clinked your drink against his.

The past year had been one you could only dream of. There were times when you had to pinch yourself to remind yourself that you were awake and that this really was your life. You and Steve had talked the majority of that night, Natasha watching from a distance, a knowing smile on her face. He had bashfully kissed your cheek at midnight and the blush on your face could have lit up the night sky. You hadn’t made it home before he had texted you and asked you out on a date. One date led to the next and three months ago, after dating for 9 months, you had moved in together.

“Wake up, baby. It’s Christmas Eve!” You were bouncing the bed around his sleeping head, peppering him with kisses. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

He groaned and rolled over, trying to hide under his pillow. You weren’t having any of that and quickly pulled the pillow off of his head. “Nope. No more sleeping. We have shit to do!” You straddled his ass and rubbed your hands up and down his back, massaging his tight muscles. The moan that escaped his mouth was practically pornographic. His face was smushed into the mattress and you could swear he was drooling slightly. 

“You don’t know how good that feels.” He muttered through his smashed lips. You leaned forward and kissed his shoulders and back muscles. His muscles flexed at the gentle touch of your lips and he moaned again. “If you are wanting me to get out of this bed anytime soon, you’re gonna want to stop doing that. At this rate, we’re going to stay here all day.”

You breathed out a soft laugh and planted one more kiss on his temple before crawling off the bed. He reached out with his hand to try to grab you and pull you back, but you were too quick and had scurried out of reach. “Come on, baby. We have a lot to do today.” He groaned again and rolled his eyes, but he pulled himself off the mattress and threw some sweatpants and a shirt on. You were in the bathroom, washing your face and applying moisturizer when he came in. He stood behind you and kissed your shoulder, reaching around your body to make his tooth brush. You laughed at being so squished and attempted to push him away, but he just smiled and squeezed in tighter, only letting you go when he needed the sink to rinse his mouth. You rolled your eyes at his antics. He turned around, propped against the counter as he watched you throw your hair up into a seriously messy bun.

“What’s on the agenda today? Apart from, ya know, general merry-making.” He motioned with his hands, making you smile.

“Well… we need to finish wrapping presents and there is a charity down the road that I volunteered us for.” She saw the look on Steve’s face and continued quickly before he could complain. “I volunteered you as Steve Y/L/N, not as Steve Rogers or Captain America. We’re going to be so bundled up, I can’t imagine that anyone will recognize you.” He breathed a slight sigh of relief. So often, when he tried to volunteer or help out outside of the “Avengers”, he ended up being in the spotlight and not being able to help out as much as he would want to. It wasn’t about him, it was about helping and so many didn’t understand that. “After that, we are back here for dinner with Tony, Pepper, and Morgan and to make cookies with Morgan. Then we relax.”

He nodded his head for a moment and then clicked his tongue. “So it’s a light day.” You pushed him slightly as he broke character and smiled, sliding his hands along your waist and pulling you close once again. “I’m just teasing, it all sounds great.” You kissed him sweetly and then somehow pulled out of his iron grip. “Come on, big boy. No time to waste.” He raised an eyebrow at your nickname for him but did as you said and the two of you quickly ate breakfast before beginning your busy schedule.

“Oof.” You finally sat down on the couch, exhausted from the very fun but very full day. It was just after 9 and you had just said goodbye to Tony and Pepper, Morgan quickly falling asleep. Steve was in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes from dinner and cookie making. You had packed up a bunch of them for Morgan to lay out for Santa and had even set your own plate of them on the coffee table. The tree in the corner and the lighted garland over the fireplace the only light in the living room. You had turned on a soft Christmas playlist at dinner and it played softly in the background. It was so quiet and peaceful and you allowed yourself to zone out on the tree, clearing your mind of anything other than that moment.

A few minutes later, Steve walked into the living room and paused, taking in the scene before him. Your profile was highlighted by the lit tree behind you, soft music filling the air. He was excited and nervous for tomorrow, finally taking the leap and asking you the question he had wanted to ask for months. But as he watched you marveling over the tree, he never wanted this moment to end. He quietly walked over to the couch, smiling when you looked up at him, smiled and then scooted forward for him to slot in behind you. He obeyed and you laid back into his chest, him wrapping his arms around you. Neither of you said a word, but so much was communicated in that moment. Contentment, relaxation, and love beyond describing. Neither of you could imagine ever wanting to be anywhere but in this moment, your perfect Christmas.

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[mattydemise]

23:34. 6th November, 2022.

Working a lot. Not a lot of time for art. Not a lot of time for writing. I need to juggle this all a little better. Went out this morning with friends. Sat around drinking coffee and shooting the shit. Teagan and Jake. Tigs is an angel. Jake’s a good bloke. What I like about Teagan is how warm she is. She carries this beautiful presence with her. I’ve not met many people like that. Most people have an agenda, a secret, something to hide, but not her. Teagan wears it all on her sleeve. I admire that sort of simple honesty. Jake’s just your typical Aussie bloke. My game was seeing how hard I could make him laugh in the middle of the busy cafe. I ended up having a pretty great time.

I was behind the bar making cocktails. Pornstar martinis and Hawaiian mimosas. A lot of drinks, a lot of alcohol. A young woman. Pretty. Fiery red hair. Tattoos. Relatively revealing outfit. Mischief written all over her. Comes up to me and asks if I made her cocktail. I told her “Yeah,” and she replied with “They were the best I’ve ever had.” She then told me that I’m the “most beautiful man” she’d ever seen. Flattered, I simply told her “Thanks,” and continued making the cocktails. Later on in the night she came up and asked for my Snapchat. I love my job but there’s just something unsavoury about it. It’s constantly putting me in these situations where bad things can happen and my most terrible impulses are indulged. I got a Snapchat from her later in the night asking “What are you doing?” I told her I was about to shower and she asked if she could come around to wash my hair. It’s hard to defuse a situation like that. The entire situation has danger written all over it like a crate of dynamite in an old cartoon. I imagined the unprotected sex and unplanned but entirely deserved pregnancy. The loss of my freedom and, by extension, my life. I’m not being an asshole, I’m mature enough to know when something is a bad idea and no matter how good the sex might me, no matter how tender her touch may be, I know enough to know when something’s going to be bad for everyone involved.

I love my job, I’m fucking good at my job, but it’s not good for me. The potential for hurt is too great. I don’t want to hurt people. I had a coworker tell me someone had serious feelings for me and it made me feel fucking awful and like I needed to get on the defensive. The worst part about life is the unnecessary hurt you cause others whether it’s by action or inaction. The potential for hurt is ever-present, as inescapable as the grave. There’s a girl I work with, my type, small, thin, and built to further break the fragments of my heart. She’s got this deviousness about her. She gets excited to show me her nails and we joke around about going out. I’ve never met someone so utterly sinful. I want her to kill me and sacrifice me to Satan. Just plunge a knife right into my fucking chest. She’d probably smirk. Her laugh haunts me. Everything about her is unholy. But she reminds me of my ex and so I won’t go there. We’ll just continue smirking at one another and if she kills me, well, she kills me. Not much I can do about it.

[ionianwanderer]

Headcanon Questions

What are your muse’s most negative traits? how do these traits influence their lives?

I tend to see Yasuo as not only someone who struggles with addiction but also with a lot of bottled up anger that tends to explode if left unchecked. Unfortunately for him that goes hand in hand with his drinking. So we can pin him down as aggressive but not outwardly, to an extent, you know what I mean? This manifests in a way that when he’s having a hard time he’s just a bomb waiting to go off every single time. And while it can affect his relationships with people (trust me it does) he tends to explode more in a self destructive manner, like a punishment to himself. Granted, you see a friend/acquaintance of yours losing their damn mind and struggling so hard you wanna help out right? Yasuo is unfortunately the type that turns the anger he’s holding inward on the person trying to help. It branches from both ego and his stubbornness and a whole other cocktail of fucked mental health issues that he’s not ready to admit himself. Raising also his recklessness and placing it on the table. A man who has nothing left to give, after losing everything, tends to live a life so carelessly that he could give less of a shit what happens to him. It’s something that he clings to in the back of his mind and while he has waned away from it, a presence is still found in the way he picks up his current work of being either a bodyguard or an assassin or what have you. He takes risky jobs for whatever gold he could get just for a thrill but also the off chance it might be his last. :)

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Does your muse consider themselves a good person? why or why not?

At some point he must have. I would say now… it’s a little more gray for him. It isn’t like he doesn’t go out of his way to help others as best as he can. People were so kind to him when he was on the run, at least a majority of them, that he does his best to repay the favor-- indebted in his mind from the love of strangers in his homeland. But he can’t shake the amount of blood that stains the very core of his being, as much as he tries to come to terms with it. There’s just no way he could see himself as a fully ‘good’ person with that amount of carnage on his hands. Because in the end-- a good person would have just turned themselves in to face consequences in the name of honor, correct? But he stood by his own words, his own experience and he’d rather die than admit that his ego was the reason he had to run away from everything, and eventually, lose it all.

Has your muse ever been arrested? if so, what for?

Bar fights are this mans fucking kryptonite for real. He’s been thrown into jail for that the most because he’s certainly a type of way(™) about them considering a lot of his scars are from duking it out off his ass. He should’ve been arrested for other things but we won’t dwell on that.

Does your muse favor nonviolence? will they be violent if needed? do they revel in violence?

After having a loooong period in his life where he’d strike first ask and deal with the consequences later, he really only pulls out his sword if he really fucking needs to now. Part of him has become almost disgusted with it I think, but he does it because he has to-- like duty, a really fucked up duty tho. He already has a blood stained blade and no matter what he can do to cleanse it-- it will continue to be used to cull one way or another, you feel me? But like circling back to one of his negative traits being aggression, Yasuo can definitely fly into blind rage sometimes (once again manifestation of bottling that shit the fuck UP) and that kinda veers him into the direction of he’s doing this cause he can and has the ability to. I wouldn’t say he relishes in violence but there is a part of him that knows that violence is an easy way to end something and that he doesn’t have to worry about certain things if he just gets rid of them. 

Does your muse have any specific fears? is there a reason why they fear these things?

I love, love to talk about how he’s scared of spiders. It started off as a “funny haha” sort of headcanon back in 2014 but it ended up spilling a little bit into this full fledged thing. Ionia tends to have a lot of flora and fauna that HATE YOU for existing so I always thought he had to have had the worst type of experience when he was a kid. A more secluded Ionian village has no shortage of bugs from those he enjoyed catching (lightning bugs, dragonflies, butterflies) to those he’d rather avoid (spiders, centipedes, crickets/grasshoppers)-- so I like to think that part of his fear of spiders stems from 1) his mother being the one scared of them in the first place and Yasuo’s little baby brain being like “ohh… these are Bad And Scary” but also! 2) There was a moment as a child (6-7) where he was playing by this little stream behind their home, he’d done it a million times but this time he’d disturbed a burrowing spider that jumped out at him which made him bust his ass in the water. That, plus getting a bunch of scrapes and cuts from the rocks in the stream, did not help with that whole experience. From then on it's just been arachnophobia central with him. As a teenager he’d yell so hard for Yone to take spiders out of his room that he was borderline hysterical about it, fun times.

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Ok but think about naruto actor au, after shooting naruto everyone on set are crazy and a bit different from their character in naruto and our 'done with everyone's shit but I have crush on some of you' director or anything like that y/n is stuck with those crackheads.What's your take on it?

Completely depends on who pretty, little y/n would be crushing on. 😼

But I can totally see the entire group going out for a drink after they'd finish shooting their scenes. Like a warm summer evening, the heat slowly dying down with the late hour, but strong just enough that the concrete would still be warm underneath your shoes. A nice breeze, one that makes the layer of sweat that has gathered on the nape of your neck feel cool.

Naruto would be the one to take initiative when it'd come to making plans. He'd be as boisterous as the role he'd play, just a bit less exaggerated. "Let's unwind a bit," "C'mon, we all need it," "It's been a long day," "Stop pouting y/n, you're coming with this time!"

You'd hop into the first bar you'd see on the street. Would push two tables together, so that everyone can have enough space for themselves, but it'd still be crammed for your shoulders to bump and for your legs to brush against one another underneath the shabby table. You'd sit outside, underneath the twisted fairylights and hazy heat, because Shikamaru wants to smoke and Kiba wants to steal a puff or two after his third drink.

The girls would drink cocktails that come with fun, colourful straws and that taste more like juice than alcohol, except for TenTen who'd order a glass of orange juice and stifle the protests by claiming that she has a hangover from the night before.

Shino, Choji and Kiba would drink beer. Lee would stop after one drink, because he gets pretty rowdy after the second. Shikamaru would sip his glass of whiskey throughout the entire night. Naruto would keep stealing sips of Sakura's cocktail, but would refuse to order one for himself after she'd call him out on it, claiming that it looks too girly.

As the time would pass, you'd unwind more and more with every sip - exactly like Naruto had said. Hasty glances would become longer; fixated looks would fill with suggestive intent. Red face, glossy eyes, lazy grins - all of that. An 'accidental' touch here and there, perhaps some words exchanged, badly masked compliments;

"You did well on today's scene."

"Was just following your directions, Boss."

"I'm surprised you actually did for once."

"As am I."

It'd be quiet, somewhat hesitant flirting - taking your work positions into account. You'd find yourselves constantly glancing at each other, over the rim of the glass, whilst talking to someone else from the group. Bad jokes would get exchanged or silly memories, making the entire group burst into laughter, and you'd just somehow look at each other and know.

It'd be physical attraction at first, fueled into something more profound; more inappropriate by the alcohol. Messy kisses would become exchanged in the safety of a chic apartment bought by money only a celebrity has the pleasure of spending.

You'd feel overwhelmed from the wealth of it. But they'd ground you with a kiss. With a whisper to your ear.

"Nobody can find out about this."

"I know."

"The rumours-"

"I know."

It'd be a nice night; full of cautious, tender words and equally as raw touches. You'd wake up a bit groggy and stiff; and would leave their home with a bedhead and a bad case of a hangover before they'd even stir awake to make you breakfast.

Working together would be a bit awkward at first, but you'd both act professional about it. Days would pass, and you'd settle back into this normal, completely ordinary work-relationship, though the longing would still be there. You'd see it in the continuous glances - in the tension they'd bring, along with the memories. The hand to rest on a shoulder whilst peering at a page of the script in your hands. The words spoken in a soft lilt whilst going over the scene. The tilt of a head. The smile that seems way brighter than it did before.

If it'd become something more/how it'd come into fruition completely depends on who y/n would be crushing on, though! ✨

[thesaurus]

// NOT cr*sh related

// but I think I broke up with a friend last week

// years ago (he did want to sleep with me at the time) he told me I absolutely never had to pay for my own drinks when we went out

// so I assumed that was either still the case or he would have SAID SOMETHING about it

// he makes 2x I make in a year and I absolutely usually get the tab for friends who make 1/2 what I make in a year so I didn’t think it was weird

// when I come over I usually bring like 2 bottles of wine and I was like… you usually pay for both of my light beers so the wine is actually more $?

// and he said what it’s like 15$/bottle?

// and I had to be like… try 40$ (I’m bougie and like natural wine)

// and he basically threw like a little bitch fit after he had like 5 cocktails about it

// like actually you’ve had 4 years to bring this up, I don’t think it’s weird I haven’t been paying for my (quarterly ish) drinks, you should have said something!

// and then he also got so mad when I said I think I’m more attractive even though I’m obviously like just some gal (I think avg women are typically hotter than an avg dude and he couldn’t get behind it)

// and he was like you’re a 7! A 7.2! And I kept being like… but I don’t care if you think I’m hot? I’ve decided I’m hot? And in most cases, you know, the question is would you kiss them or not, not where they rank on a goddamn scale

// and he told me I have “probably too much” self esteem

// I’m a woman in society isn’t it great to be able to reach this point! I don’t care if he thinks that!

// and he was so fucking weird about other things that I had to be like… you think you’re like a really good guy but I think this actually means you’re an asshole

// so alter he texted me being like “the hill was 180$ and you think you should contribute nothing? Just wondering”

// and I was like !! I have no problem paying for “my lifestyle” (he called it that first)

// but it’s pretty awful that you never brought up that you only said that you’d always pay for shit because you wanted to sleep with me

// and he was like I don’t want to sleep with you lmao

// I know you don’t anymore! But you did!

// and then he said his guy friend always pays him back (they’re friends from high school and make basically the same $ working at the same place) and how was this any different?

// so I just venmoed him 180$ when I woke up the next day

// and never plan to talk to him again

// like hey maybe I could have insisted on covering things more often

// but like also maybe communicate

.

// he was also clearly so mad that I was excitedly texting a boy through drinks

// and even madder when I said that I knew I was great and this was just some guy (I like him but again, women typically hotter etc etc)

// but that I do really well (basically) when men can stand up to me and challenge me (it is healthy for me to be put in my place once in a while) and that tension (sexual but also just in general with boys) was something I liked

// and he was like, do you just mean banter?

// and I was like ! I am cleverer than you what the fuck man

// and he was like, oh I wouldn’t have expected that (that I do well basically being treated as an intellectual equal and… like when someone can keep up with me and again… put me in my place)

// and it’s like… god forbid women are hot (and act like it!), smart and funny (and act like it), know what they like, and don’t want to settle for boring mediocre “nice” dudes

.

.

// ANYWAY at least my cr*sh actually votes in elections and cares about things and obviously can be infuriating about shit, but tension is important and this shouldn’t be a bar but it… has been

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Marks - Rafe Cameron

Pairing- Rafe Cameron x Reader

Plot- Reader is JJ’s twin and she’s been seeing Rafe in secret, he’s mean to her in front of his friends so she try’s to make him jealous.

Warning- Rough sex, marking, slapping, spanking, name calling, man handling, possessiveness (18+)

Requested by - @Jakson2003 (I hope you love it ❤️)

(Gif credit to @glodessa )

You and Rafe had been hooking up in secret for quite some time. You didn’t want your twin brother JJ knowing or your friends, he also didn’t want his friends knowing he was sleeping with a pogue, especially JJ’s sister.

Things had been going smoothly, that was until you got a job at the club alongside your brother, you didn’t mind working there but you hadn’t waited tables on Rafe and his friends.

Rafe liked to get high and when he was high, he was rude. Especially rude when he was with his friends, you’d already told him to fuck off multiple times tonight and said if he kept going, your little arrangement was over.

“Come on Maybank, go get us another drink” Topper spat, his skin was sweaty and eyelids droopy from the amount of alcohol the club had been supplying them. You weren’t sure why, seeing as they were under age but you would never question your boss.

“Yeah Y/N or are you too stupid to do that” Kelce laughs, he’s nudging you towards the bar now. Your fists are balled to your side as you stare blankly at them. You're half hoping Rafe would yell at him for touching you the way he was, but he keeps his head down.

“Go on off you go” Topper says, he too is pushing you towards the bar and you stumble on your feet slightly. Your chest tightens when you notice Rafe stand up taller.

“Did you not hear them, get us a drink pogue” Rafe spits, you turn around now and make a run for the bar, your hands shaking as you place the empty tray on the bench.

“You good?” JJ questions, his eyes flicking between you and the kooks. You quickly nod and start pouring the drinks out, placing them on the mat you take them over to the table.

“Least we know you're not stupid” Kelce laughs, grabbing a hold of your wrist that held the fruity cocktail. You jump slightly at the roughness and your eyes plead with Rafe for him to tell them to stop.

“Wonder if she would be any good in bed?” Topper questions, his eyes running up and down your body until they land on your chest. The work shirt you had on was quite tight and gave a small amount of cleavage if you bent slightly.

“She’s a pogue, she will be shit” Rafe states, he reaches over to grab the drink and you stare dumbfounded as he takes a sip. You rip your arm from Kelce’s grip and stomp away.

You're so mad you don’t hear your brother call after you, you can’t stand another minute in the club you grab your stuff and leave without even so much as a bye. You didn’t care if you lost the job, it would be a lot easier not seeing Rafe.

——-

Sarah Cameron, the honoree pogue had decided to throw a party at her house, you weren’t going to go because you knew Rafe would be there. But with the convincing of your friends and brother you got dressed up and went along.

Alcohol was the only thing calming your anger as you noticed him watching you, the burn of the alcohol in random cups you kept picking up was causing your throat to itch. You continued to stumble on your feet until someone placed their arm around you to keep you up, you patted their back and kept walking.

You were crowded around by a group of guys; you were blind drunk and honestly couldn’t remember anyone’s name. But you were enjoying the attention, you could tell each one of them wanted to fuck you.

What excited you the most was you caught glimpses of Rafe watching you, he would circle around a few times trying to get a better view of you. You watched how his knuckles turned white as he gripped the glass bottle in his palms.

He looked good; he knew he looked good. His hair messy and polo shirt crisp. You were good at taking glances at him when he didn’t know, you knew he was annoyed at the attention you were getting.

But you were still extremely pissed off with him for acting like a dick and letting his friends touch you the way they did. You were going to make him wild with anger, you threw back the rest of your drink and excused yourself to grab a new one.

Weaving your way through the bodies you stopped next to the bucket full of ice, shoving your hand deep down to get the coldest beer. Just as you bend over slightly two hands grasp your waist and someone’s body collides with yours.

You jump at the roughness and turn your head, Rafe is looking down at you with a scowl on his face. Your heart speeds up slightly as you push back on him, his grip just getting tighter as you squirm against him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He growls, his eyes leave you momentarily to scan the crowd making sure no one is watching you both, you scoff and stand up straight. Your elbow connecting with his ribs causing him to groan out in pain.

“Don’t fucking touch me” you spit, you push slightly on his chest and take a few steps back. Opening the can of Mai tai and bringing it to your lips to take a long sip. Your face has a permanent scowl as you stare at Rafe.

“You’ve never complained about me touching you before” He states, taking a wide step closer to you. Your back hits the wall as he traps you in his arms, you stare up at him unamused at his jealousy.

“Yeah, that’s because you let your friends man handle me Rafe” you say, and you notice the way his features drop a little as he notices your upset face.

You are upset but probably not as much as he thinks you are, but you were going to play on it so he realizes what an absolute asshole he has been. Just because you're a pogue doesn’t mean you're any less of a person than him or his friends for that matter.

“Look we said we’d keep this a secret” he starts to say, you bring your finger to his lips to stop him from continuing. His eyes dart from your eyes to your hand.

“Don’t give me that, you let your friends put their hands on me. You're an asshole” You scowl, pushing him away from your body. You saunter off before he can say anything, you were not going to give in so easily.

Sure, you really wanted him to take you up to a spare bedroom and fuck you senseless, but you wanted him to get a little bit madder first. So, you found the closest guy and pulled him to dance with you, the guy's hands roaming your body as you danced to the music.

It didn’t take long for Rafe to snatch you away and pull you towards the stairs, you pretend to fight against him so he didn’t get the satisfaction of knowing this was your plan all along. He yanked your body up the stairs and into a bedroom, his fingers coming to lock the door before grabbing your face between his fingers.

His eyes were wild as he stared down at you, letting go of your face only to come back and slap your cheeks slightly. Your mouth drops open at his boldness and your palm comes in contact with his face now.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, I didn’t realize you were a slut” Rafe growls, his large hands gripping around your throat to pull you close to him. A smug smirk on your face as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Maybe I am a slut, maybe I wanted one of those guys to rail me in the bathroom’ you speak, your hand gripping the wrist that held your throat. Your long nails digging into his skin causing him to wince.

“You’re not a slut Y/N, you're fucking mine and no other guy gets to touch you” he states, spinning you both around until you're pushed against a wall.

His lips come crashing down on yours, rough and messy as his fingers press slightly on your throat causing butterflies to swarm your belly and arousal soak your panties.

“I’m not yours” you mumble, his lips ghosting yours as he stares at you in annoyance. He huffs and drags you towards the bed, taking a seat he pulls you down to lay on his lap.

You already know what’s coming when his hand grips the flesh of your toned ass, hiking your dress up to display your bare ass and white thong. Your eyes squeezing shut as you wait for his palm to come in contact with your skin, but it doesn’t.

“Did you want to try that again? You're mine yeah?” He questions, your head turning slightly to look at him, you smirk. You loved being a brat because it meant rough sex and you loved it rough.

“I’m not yours” you state, the feeling of his fingers gripping your ass causes you to jump slightly and he holds you down so you don’t move.

“Remember your safe word?” He asks, his palm rubbing your backside as you take deep breaths to calm your nerves, not scared nerves. They were excited nerves.

“Kook” you whisper, your cheeks heating up at the sound of his sharp breathing. Your throat tightens at the feeling of his hand leaving your ass and you brace for impact.

“Because you're such a brat, I’m punishing you until you realize you are mine” he says, he leaves a brisk kiss on your exposed skin before pushing your head down to the ground, your ass high in the air.

His palm slaps across your right ass cheek with a sting that reverberated through you and lingered with a tingling spark. Jumping upon impact you let out a quiet squeal which only causes his palm to make contact with your reddened cheek again.

Any sort of noises you let out causes his palm to come in contact with your cheek, you can feel your arousal soaking your panties and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs tight to give some sort of relief to your aching clit.

“Did I say you could do that” Rafe asks, his hand ripping your thighs apart until you're spread wide. His hand cups your heat causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You grind into his hand as he squeezes.

“UH, uh stop that” he demands, his fingers pressing into your clothed entrance. You moan out at the slightest touch and you can already picture the obnoxious smirk on his face.

“Please” you beg, the blood rushing to your head from being leaned over his thigh for so long. Your vision going slightly blurry as you try to pull yourself up.

“I’ll give you what you want, just tell me who you belong to” He commands, a tease to his voice. You roll your eyes at him which only angers him more and his hands leaves your heat to leave another harsh slap on your ass.

“Okay, okay I belong to you” you cry, your cheek is stinging uncontrollably. You have a slight shake to your leg as he slowly pulls you off him to stand between his parted legs. He holds you tightly as his fingers dance across the red mark, you jump slightly at each touch.

He leaves a soft kiss to your ass cheek before standing straight and gripping your chin; you stare back at him as he ushers you towards the bed. His lips attack yours as the back of your knees hit the mattress and he pushes you down.

His grip on your face is hard and his lips roughly mold with yours, his tongue snaking it's way into your open mouth. His free hand gripping at your hip and you know it’ll leave a bruise. You part your legs bending them so he sits snug between you, your soaked center brushing against his belt buckle.

One hand gripping around your throat as he pulls you into his lips more, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he squeezes gently. Your hands reaching to tug on his belt buckle, his hand slapping your needy hands away only to bring both your wrists above your head pressing them firmly into the mattress.

“Brats don’t get to touch” Rafe growls, his lips devouring your neck leaving behind dark pink marks to show everyone who owns you. Your hips raise from the mattress to entice him into touching you.

Your chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, he ruffles the ends of your dress until it’s sat around your waist exposing your panties. Tugging them down your toned legs until they are strewn across the floor, his eyes fixated on your drenched core.

You have a smirk placed on your full lips as you watch him hover above you, he doesn’t seem to like the way you're looking at him as his brows furrow and he roughly cups your heat causing you to groan out.

“Don’t you smirk at me, you were playing up downstairs” Rafe says, without hesitation he pulls parts your lips and shoves two fingers inside of you. Your legs bending to give him better access.

"Yes, yes" You pant out, your hips grinding into his hand. He's a lot rougher tonight and you already know you're going to be sore but you don't want him to so you claw at his wrist as you let our breathy moans.

"Yeah you like that baby" He asks, fingers running across your soft spongy sweet spot. His thumb rubbing circular motions on your bundle of nerves, your walls clench around him and you know you're not far off.

"Please Rafe" You beg, your fingers fumbling with the collar of his polo shirt, he pulls his fingers out of you causing you to whine out from the loss of contact. He pulls his shirt over his head and you reach down to pull your dress off.

"Did I say to do that?" He questions, his large hand gripping your chin and pulling you towards him. You shake your head and his eyes roll at your behaviour.

“N-no” you stutter, as he pushes his fingers back inside of you roughly. Your back arching at his touch, his teeth nipping at your neck as you whine underneath him.

“Going to fuck the brat out of you” he groans, he fumbled with his shorts harshly pushing them down his tanned thighs, he grips your hips and flips you over onto your stomach.

Grabbing a hold of the decorative pillow and shoving it under your hips as he brings you to your knees, his hand pushing your face into the mattress and you moan out from how rough he’s being.

Before you can comprehend, he’s pushing into you so deep you can feel him in your stomach, he doesn’t wait for you to adjust and repeatedly slams in and out of you. Your body shaking under him as stray tears leave your eyes, your tummy already knotting from the sensation he’s causing in your vagina.

“Fu-uck R-Rafe oh shit” you cry out, his fingers pulling your hair as he brings you against his sweaty chest. One hand on your hip while the other assaults your clit, breathless moans and sobs leave your throat as he pounds into you.

“You’re never gonna act up again yeah?” He huffs, pounding up into you as you grind your hips back down. His dick hitting your sweet spot and causing you to cry out. You're trying to hold on but your orgasm is bubbling over and your body feels all hot.

“I promise” you manage to say, his hand leaving your hip to hold onto your throat as his lips attack your neck leaving behind even more marks. You didn’t mind though, you loved how possessive he was being.

“Fuck Y/N this pussy will be the end of me” he moans out just as you let go, your body vibrating through its orgasm. Ringing in your ears and hazy vision, you feel so good yet so fucked.

It takes two more pumps for him to let go and he’s filling you up and bringing you both down onto the bed. Still buried deep inside of you as you try to even out your breathing.

You both end up getting dressed and leaving the room a while after, he leaves a lingering kiss on your lips as you walk back towards your brother to pretend like you didn’t just get railed into next week. Rafe’s eyes watch your from afar and you also watch him, maybe one day pogues and kooks could get along.

“Is that a hickey?” JJ gasps, pointing to your neck in shock. Your hand coming up to hide it from your brother, eyes flicking back to Rafe who’s smirking back at you.

“Shut up JJ”

[tchallasbabymama]

The Wedding Guest

Heyyyy, sugar babies! Things turned out a little differently than I planned, but here’s the sugar daddy Erik fic request. Just a reminder, my requests are closed right now while I work through my list of existing requests, my ongoing series, and a couple of spooky szn fics. Check out my masterlist to read my other stories, and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything.

As always, let me know what you think! Enjoy😘

Word count: 6,402

Stevie sat alone at the table and sipped champagne while she halfway paid attention to the other guests grooving to the music on the dance floor. She hated weddings. Well, she tolerated weddings, but she hated this one. Or, at least, she hated that she had to come alone. Two days earlier, she had a plus one, but then she found that plus one balls deep in his neighbor and broke up with him on the spot. Now she was single and bitter and alone as she watched her cousin marry the love of his life. Stevie was genuinely happy for Marcus and her new cousin-in-law Kelvin, but seeing them so blissfully in love was like salting an open wound. At least there was an open bar…complete with cocktails named after the grooms.

All of Stevie’s family looked like they were having the time of her life. Her parents were in their own little bubble, dancing on clouds while her little cousins tried to teach some of the older folks dances from a popular social media platform. She chuckled to herself and continued to sip champagne as she watched the adults struggle to keep up with the youngins. Every now and then, someone would stop by and engage her in conversation, but for the most part, Stevie just sat back and observed. When they’d ask why she wasn’t joining the fun, she told them she just wasn’t feeling well, and that was the truth. She felt like shit.

As much as she hated to admit it, Stevie was heartbroken. And not because she truly missed her ex’s presence or anything, but because it had happened again. She had found yet another asshole who couldn’t wait on her, and she was getting tired of repeating the same old story.

Stevie pushed those thoughts from her mind before they could bring tears to her eyes, and she focused back on the happy faces around her. Her eyes fell on her grandma dancing with a handsome stranger she had never seen before. He was tall and light on his feet despite all the bulging muscles Stevie could see from afar. His locs were braided back from his face, and he had dimples as deep as the ocean that sunk into his cheeks when he flashed his pearly whites. He seemed to be enjoying his company because that smile never left his face as he twirled Earnestine around the dancefloor. Stevie couldn’t help but grin. She hadn’t seen her grandma look that happy since her granddaddy passed two years ago.

“Where’s your date?”

Stevie sighed and turned to face her Aunt Carol. She was constantly meddling in somebody’s business.

“We broke up,” Stevie responded flatly before downing the rest of her champagne.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry to hear that,” Carol cooed. “How you holding up?”

“Well, I’m freshly single and at a wedding, so…peachy.”

“Good, good. You just keep your head up, you hear?” Carol patted her shoulder and sent her a sympathetic smile before walking away to bother someone else, completely unaware that Stevie’s response was sarcastic.

Stevie let out a sigh before checking the time on her phone. She determined she had been there long enough, but just as she got ready to push her chair back, Earnestine and the handsome stranger appeared next to her.

“Why ain’t you out there dancing, girl?” Earnestine asked while her dance partner helped her into her seat.

“You know I’m not really feeling it today, grandma.”

“Don’t let that boy spoil your fun. You should dance with Erik! Erik, meet my beautiful and single granddaughter, Stevie.”

Earnestine sent Stevie a wink, but that did absolutely nothing to quell the temporary embarrassment she felt. Stevie couldn’t believe her grandma was trying to hook her up with a stranger, but at least she had good taste.

Erik stifled a chuckle at Earnestine’s not-so-subtle matchmaking, and he turned to introduce himself to the gorgeous woman he had been staring at all night. He saw Stevie sitting by herself and had wanted to say something, but then he ran into Earnestine, and he just couldn’t pass up making her smile. He had no idea she was the lonely beauty’s grandma, but Bast must have been looking out for him that day.

“Nice to meet you, Stevie,” he crooned and threw her a smile, making Stevie’s heart nearly drop into her stomach.

He sounded like a warm summer day.

“You, too.”

“Y’all go dance!” Earnestine shooed them away. Although Stevie was reluctant, she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to be in such a good-looking man’s arms. She took the hand he had held out for her and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor, where his other arm respectfully found its way around her waist. Even though he held her gently, Stevie could feel his strength. She could also feel pronounced bumps all over his shoulder, which sparked her curiosity.

“So, uh, Miss Earnestine said something about a boy ruining today?”

Stevie sighed.

“My ex was supposed to be my plus one.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” Stevie grumbled.

“Then you gotta stop pouting.”

“I’m not pouting.”

“Girl, I could see that lip poking out earlier all the way from over here.”

Stevie couldn’t help but chuckle, and Erik noticed an adorable little crinkle appear on her nose.

“I’m sorry, is that a smile?” he teased.

“Maybe.”

“Sounded like a laugh, too.”

Stevie’s smile spread a little wider as she rolled her eyes. He was breaking through the walls she had built up to get through the day, and she was surprised at how willing she was to let them crumble.

Aside from one last dance with Earnestine before she left, Erik didn’t leave Stevie’s side for the rest of the night. They drank champagne and danced, and eventually, Stevie forgot all about her woes. There was just something about Erik that made her feel like she was the luckiest girl on the planet. The smiles never left their faces, and as the bubbly flowed, their lips loosened, and their eyes began to wander over each other.

Erik tried his damndest to control himself, but Stevie was driving him up the walls. Even as they sat back down at her table to rest, every little thing about her struck a chord. The way her hazel eyes popped against her mahogany skin had him hypnotized, and the dress she wore, while family event appropriate, left very little to the imagination. Her hips jutted out like speedbumps, and she had an ass and thick legs to match. Her soft belly made him want to lay his head down on her, and when he got a look at her pretty pink toes, he nearly drooled.

He tore his eyes away from Stevie for just a moment and noticed that most of the wedding guests were gone, minus a few stragglers heading for the door, and the DJ seemed to be packing up. They had been lost in their own world and didn’t realize the party had ended.

“Yo, y’all gotta take this upstairs or something. Time to go!” Marcus’ brother and best man appeared, and Stevie was surprised that, for once, he actually had a good idea. She had a room in the hotel, a handsome and seemingly nice stranger, a little alcohol dampening her nerves…maybe it was time to finally give it a try.

“Shut up, Terrell!” Stevie rolled her eyes at her cousin, making Erik chuckle. Terrell flipped her off as he left to go kick out the other stragglers. As soon as he was out of earshot, Stevie turned to Erik to ask him to come to her room, but he beat her to it.

“He’s right. We could take this upstairs if you want to.”

Stevie’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. It was now or never.

“I’d love to.”

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Stevie looked out over San Francisco in awe. Had they gone to her measly little hotel room, they would’ve just gotten a view of the building next door, but Erik had a penthouse suite that looked out over the city.

“This view is amazing.”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful from up here,” Erik responded from the other side of the room as he browsed the bar cart. “Want something stronger than champagne?”

“No thanks. I need to keep a clear head.”

“Water?”

“Oh, no. I need to keep a little liquid courage in my system,” she chuckled nervously while Erik poured himself some Hennessy.

“I mean, if you need some courage to do this, maybe we should just-”

“No!” Stevie rushed out but quickly reeled herself back in. “I mean…no, I want to.”

“Want to what?”

“You know…”

“Nah, you gotta say it,” he corrected her and sipped from his glass as he made his way over to her by the window.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I-want-to-have-sex-with-you.”

Erik chuckled as he reached out to take her hand.

“First time with a stranger, huh?”

“Something like that,” Stevie mumbled, looking down at their intertwined fingers.

Erik cocked his head to the side and studied her body language. She had lost the ability to hold eye contact with him, and her free hand played with the hem of her dress. Stevie seemed more than nervous…she seemed inexperienced.

“You’re a virgin,” he alleged, and she responded with a nod. “Damn, for real?”

“Look, it’s not something I’m proud of, ok?” She let go of his hand and crossed her arms over her chest in embarrassment.

“It’s not something to be ashamed of, Stevie. It is what it is,” he reassured her with a shrug. Despite his nonchalant attitude, Erik was cheering on the inside. He sort of had a thing for virgins, but not in a creepy, ‘deflowering’ kind of way. He knew what he brought to the table, and he also knew that most women have horrible memories of their first time. Maybe it was a fetish, but Erik liked starting them off right. Not with bleeding and mediocrity, but with orgasms beyond their wildest dreams. He felt they deserved a better sexual debut than most women were afforded, so he loved when he came across a virgin. Most men would be worried that they’d become attached, but Erik knew how to discern between the ones looking for commitment and the ones just itching to get started. Stevie was the latter.

Stevie was surprised by his response. He seemed unbothered, which is a far cry from reactions she had received in the past.

“You’re not freaked out?”

“By you being a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“Nah. Should I be?” He raised an eyebrow and sipped his liquor.

“No, it’s just that I’m used to guys either panicking because they think I’m gonna fall in love or making it weird and wanting to be ‘first.’”

Stevie shuddered at the thought. She really had met some trash ass niggas…

“Is that what happened with ‘that boy’?”

“He got tired of waiting,” she explained, her voice full of melancholy as she turned back to look out over the twinkling city lights.

“And what makes you think you’re ready now?”

Erik moved in closer and unraveled her arms.

“I’ve been ready for a while, but I just never felt comfortable enough to actually go through with it.”

“And you feel comfortable here?”

Stevie nodded, and Erik grinned at her, flashing his gold canines.

“So, what do you want?”

Erik grabbed Stevie’s hand again and led her over to the large sectional couch.

“I-I don’t really know.”

“Then let’s talk about it.”

Erik sat down and pulled Stevie into his lap, making her giggle.

“What have you tried before?”

“Um, I’ve been fingered once before, and my ex used to eat me out all the time.”

“Did you like it?” he asked as his thumb grazed over her hip.

“It was ok.”

Erik smirked. Granted, she may be just one of those people who doesn’t like receiving head, but he’d bet money on the fact that her ex just wasn’t too skilled in the oral department.

“Do you ever play with yourself?”

Stevie fidgeted in his lap, and her eyes blew wide at what she felt beneath her.

“Y-yes.”

“What do you like to do?”

“Sometimes I stick my fingers in, but I usually just play with my clit.” Her voice softened as she spoke, and just thinking about it made her pussy thump.

“Mm. So is there anything you want to try?” His right hand trailed up and down her exposed thigh as he licked his lips.

“I guess, um…doggy looks fun.”

“It is,” he chuckled knowingly, and Stevie suddenly felt out of her league.

“How many-”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Ok…”

“Let me ask you something, Stevie.”

“What?”

“Do you trust me?”

“You’re a stranger, so I shouldn’t…but yes.”

Erik smiled and grabbed her waist, pulling her in closer.

“Erik Stevens, 35, non-profit manager, born and raised in Oakland, only child, retired navy seal, MIT grad-”

“You went to MIT but run a non-profit? How can you even afford all this?”

Erik laughed and shrugged her off.

“Savings and investments. What about you?”

“Stevie Jackson, 24, born and raised in Durham, North Carolina, also an only child, I’ll have my Master’s degree in African Studies from Howard in May, and I’m a proud plant mom.”

“Nice to properly meet you, Stevie Jackson.”

“And you, Erik Stevens.”

“See? Now we’re not strangers.”

“I guess not,” Stevie giggled as he poked her in her squishy waist. “So…what now?”

“Now, I’d like to kiss you.” He caressed the side of her face, his thumb coming down to graze against her juicy red bottom lip.

Stevie nodded with a smile as he pulled her face over to him, their plush lips meeting in a tender embrace. Those sweet, shy kisses soon gave way to their passion and grew sloppy and wet. Erik’s hands ran up and down her thighs as he kissed her deeply, nearly losing himself to her intoxicating taste.

“Do you want to stay in here or move to the bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

Without warning, Erik picked Stevie up and carried her down the hall while she giggled in his ear the whole way. He carefully dropped her on the edge of the bed and knelt on the ground, his eyes traveling down her smooth brown legs to her feet. Stevie’s breath caught in her throat when he grabbed her ankle and started unbuckling her heels. When both her feet were free from their strappy prisons, he began kneading her tired soles.

“You look…stunning. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you downstairs.”

“R-really?” she stuttered as his thumbs massaged a spot on her heel that made her body tingle.

“Mhm. And I bet you gon look even better when you come up out that dress.”

Stevie smiled and bit her bottom lip.

“I do.”

Erik kissed her ankle before trailing up to her knee. Her breath quickened the higher up he got, but he switched legs and kissed back down to her other ankle.

“Can I take it off?”

She pretended to stop and think about it.

“You first.”

Erik smirked and stood to his full height. Stevie was glued to her seat watching the strip show as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest came into view, and she saw the small scars she felt on his skin. They covered his torso, and the more skin he bared, the wider her eyes grew. Yes, his scars were a sight to see, but his body was simply out of this world…and he hadn’t even unbuckled his belt yet.

When his pants hit the floor, Stevie’s mouth started to water at the dick print pushing through his boxer briefs. The man was huge…and she began to regret her decision.

“Don’t let it scare you. I got you, babygirl. I promise,” Erik reassured her. He could see the apprehension written all over her face, but his words seemed to calm her anxieties.

Stevie nodded, but her eyes stayed glued to his package as he peeled down his underwear and sprung forth.

“That’s…a lot.”

Erik chuckled darkly.

“You’ll get used to it. Now…” he gestured for her to stand, and she did so on wobbly legs. His hand tipped her chin up towards him, and he kissed her again. They quickly fell into a rhythm while Erik’s hands explored Stevie’s curves, and she moaned into the kiss when he gripped her ass. He groaned at the feeling of her soft flesh and pressed his body closer to hers. She gasped when she felt his dick poke at her stomach, and she broke the kiss to look at it. Beads of precum gathered on his tip, and the pronounced veins made Stevie want to reach out and touch…so she did. She tested his weight in her hands as she felt his velvety shaft from the trimmed hairs around his base all the way to the ridge under his round mushroom head. When he felt her reaching for the head, Erik grabbed her hand in his.

“Chill, Stevie,” he warned.

“Is it sensitive there?”

“Very.”

“So when I do this-”

Erik jerked his hips back.

“Mmm, you play too much. Turn around.”

She did as she was told, and soon after, she felt the cool air tickle her back as he unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor, and Stevie heard Erik take in a sharp inhale.

“Damn, girl.”

His hands found their way back to her ass, and he played with her bouncy cheeks for a moment before reaching for her nude-colored thong and slowly unwrapping his present.

“Lean forward a little- good girl. Now, poke it out and spread them cheeks. Let me see that pussy.”

Stevie bit her lip as she felt his warm breath dusting over her dripping center.

“Fuck, ma. I was gonna get you on the bed, but this shit looks so good…you gonna let me eat this fat pussy just like this?”

“Yes,” she shuddered, and he wasted no time before he planted a kiss on her lower lips.

Erik’s large tongue came out and swiped from her clit to her taint before going back for more.

“You taste good as hell,” he grumbled with a face full of pussy.

“T-thank you.”

Stevie’s legs shook as he ate her soul right out of her body. Every flick of his tongue, every nibble, every suck drove her wild, and shortly after he began, Stevie exploded all over his face with a yell.

“I thought you didn’t like having your pussy ate,” Erik said smugly as he led Stevie to the bed and laid her down in the center.

“I didn’t think I did,” she laughed. “Guess I was wrong.”

“Nah, that other nigga was wrong for not taking care of you.”

Stevie looked away shyly. She knew he was right and kicked herself internally for accepting his mediocrity. Erik saw the sadness pass over her face and pulled her back to the present with his lips on hers.

“I’m not done eating,” he whispered, his lips barely dusting hers.

Erik kissed Stevie like he wanted to devour her as his fingers trailed down to between her legs. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly circled her clit, and let out a desperate whimper when his middle finger weaseled its way inside her. Erik kissed down her body as he worked her insides, sliding in one and eventually two more fingers before he made it all the way down.

“How does that feel?”

“Good! It feels good!” she keened.

Erik kept his eyes trained on hers, and he was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t try to look away. It was like he had trapped her in his gaze, and she had nowhere to run. While he held her hostage, he brought her to orgasm three more times before he came up for air again.

“Y-you’re really good at that,” Stevie stuttered.

“You want some more, or you wanna try something else?”

Stevie eyed his dick timidly, but took a deep breath and decided then and there that she wouldn’t let his size intimidate her.

“Something else.”

“Tell me,” Erik ordered as he kissed back up her body, dragging his scars over her sensitive skin.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“You sure?”

Stevie nodded enthusiastically, and Erik smirked at her sudden confidence. That’s what he liked to see. He got up from the bed and rummaged through his suitcase for a moment before pulling out a roll of condoms and a bottle of lube.

“Someone came prepared,” Stevie chuckled.

“Can’t be caught slippin.”

Stevie watched his every movement as he opened the condom and rolled it on. Her eyes stayed glued to his dick as he walked back over to the bed and placed the lube on the nightstand before climbing on top of her.

“Don’t focus on the size; focus on how it feels,” he mumbled as he kissed just below her ear.

“I can’t help it…it looks like it’s gonna hurt.”

Erik pulled back to look her in her piercing eyes and reassure her that everything would be fine.

“I’ve heard the stretch might be uncomfortable, but I’m gonna go slow. Plus, you’re wet as hell, and we got all this lube, so ain’t no excuse for you to be in pain.”

Stevie nodded as his fingers made their way inside her again, spreading her walls and preparing her body for him.

“Just relax, and breathe.”

Erik lined himself up with her entrance and hovered over her. He rubbed the head of his dick around her vulva and pressed it in ever so slightly. Stevie jumped when she felt the first twinge of discomfort.

“You ok?” Erik stopped.

“Y-yeah, sorry.”

“If you tense up, your body won’t be willing to let me in.”

Stevie nodded.

“Ok, try again.”

Erik pushed into Stevie as she gripped onto his shoulders.

“Fuck, this shit is tight.”

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in a little further until, eventually, her body opened up for him. He continued to press in carefully, but when he got halfway, Stevie clenched around him.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, it’s just…a lot.”

He reached for the lube and pulled out, squirting some on his dick before trying again.

“T-that’s better,” Stevie stuttered as he continued to enter her.

“Almost there, babygirl.”

Erik continued to whisper words of encouragement as she eventually took all of him to the hilt, and he stilled inside her so she could get used to his size.

“How do you feel?”

“Full.”

They laughed.

“Good. I’m gonna start moving now, ok?”

Stevie nodded and let out a moan from the pits of her stomach as Erik drew back his hips and entered her again. He did it again, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him inside her. Her fingers were absolutely nothing compared to this.

Erik made love to her body that night. That whole weekend, really. After their first round, Erik asked Stevie to stay with him until she had to go back to D.C., and she happily agreed. Not only was Erik extremely skilled in the bedroom, but despite his job, the man was somehow rich. He treated Stevie to the fancy hotel spa, they ate only the finest room service, and on their last day together, he presented her with a 24k gold butterfly anklet.

“Since you said they’re your favorite,” he said as he clasped the jewelry to her right ankle, making her smile as bright as the sun.

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Erik Stevens…

Stevie would never forget that name. Sometimes it weaseled its way into her mind while she slept and flowed from her lips without her control. That was the one time she couldn’t distract herself enough to ignore the aching between her legs. Even a year later, she still felt phantom touches. The occasional nibble, a hand across her backside, a swipe of a thick tongue between her legs…

Sometimes his name came with a price. Like when she relived their weekend together in her dream, and her body responded in the waking world. Had she been sleeping alone, that would’ve been fine, but the man she was seeing at the time felt differently. It was all the same to her; he was a subpar replacement anyway.

Erik Stevens…

He crossed her mind every time she wore the anklet he gave her, but when she first moved to Oakland a month ago, she couldn’t get him out of her head. She knew it was his hometown, but in all those hours they spent together, she never asked him where he lived currently. They had exchanged numbers, but neither of their schedules allowed them to keep in contact. It was a disappointing end to their weekend fling, but at least they’d always have San Francisco.

When she started her new job as the volunteer coordinator at the Wakandan International Outreach Center, she was hopeful that maybe they’d run into each other. He never told her what kind of non-profit he ran, but if he still lived in Oakland, they could possibly run in similar circles or bump into each other at a conference or something.

Stevie sighed as she sat at her already messy desk and pushed those thoughts from her mind. She hated feeling like a stereotype, but damnit, she had to admit she was a little stuck on Erik Stevens- her first.

Stevie’s lamenting was cut short by chatter outside her door. The Outreach Center had been buzzing all day with the news that the prince would be coming back to town after being in Wakanda for the past two months doing who knows what. Stevie was excited to meet her boss for the first time, and she wondered what he’d be like. As a prince, she had to assume he’d be sort of stuck-up, but she hoped that since he worked with children, he’d be approachable and warm.

The hallway chatter grew louder as more people congregated near the front doors, and Stevie just had to know what all the fuss was about.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she poked her head out into the hallway.

“He’s here!” Nova, one of her volunteers, said excitedly.

“The prince?”

“Yes, and girl, let me tell you, he is so fine! It’s not easy to keep it professional with that one,” Lacy, another volunteer, added.

“Well, I can’t wait to meet him,” Stevie said. She had met King T’Challa and Princess Shuri when she started, but the prince remained a mystery. She could only imagine how handsome he had to be if he came from the same bloodline as the other Udakus. They were all drop-dead gorgeous.

“Here’s your chance!”

They looked towards the entrance, and Stevie almost shit herself. There, standing in a sea of excited children, was Erik Stevens.

Stevie couldn’t move. It was as if everything around her froze except for him. She watched him smile and high-five the kids before dapping up some of the volunteers.

“Prince N’Jadaka!” Nova called out excitedly, and he looked up towards her, sending her a wave and flashing that award-winning smile.

“Prince N’Jadaka…” Stevie repeated to herself, completely in shock.

His eyes trailed slightly to Nova’s left, and when they fell on Stevie, he felt the world stop. He took a step forward, and the crowd seemed to part just for him as he made his way over to her.

“Stevie…”

Nova and Lacy’s eyes widened.

“Y’all know each other?!” Lacy gasped, but they didn’t hear a word she said.

“Can we talk?”

“Step into my office.” Stevie gestured inside, and Erik smiled at her nameplate on the door. He shook his head in disbelief…Stevie Jackson, of all people, was their new volunteer coordinator.

When Stevie closed the door behind them, she crossed her arms and turned to face the secret prince with an eyebrow raised.

“Savings and investments, huh?”

Erik laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, about that…my bad for not telling you.”

“Is Erik even your real name?”

“My American name, yes.”

Stevie sat down at her desk and thought over what she knew about the prince. He was from Oakland, his father was a prince of Wakanda, his uncle killed his father…then that’s pretty much where the story ends.

“Look, I wouldn’t have lied-”

“I get it. You can’t just go around telling everybody who you are. I’m not mad, just…shocked.”

Erik rounded the desk and leaned up against it, tipping her chin up to him.

“I think about you all the time.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. That was one hell of a weekend.”

“And now I work for you.”

Erik sighed.

“Yeah, that does make things tricky.”

“How so?”

“I’m not supposed to do this.”

Erik bent down and left a soft kiss on Stevie’s lips.

When her eyes fluttered open, the grin on his face made her thankful that her melanin hid the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“What you smiling at?” she asked shyly.

“You. I been thinking about those lips damn near a whole year. I don’t know what you did to me, girl. Voodoo pussy having ass….”

Stevie stifled a laugh.

“Do you think about me?” he asked as he caressed the side of her face.

“All the time.”

“Busy tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll cook you some Wakandan food, we can catch up…” he trailed off, but she understood where he was going with it.

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll text you the address.”

“You should probably go before people start to talk.”

Erik shrugged and planted another kiss on her willing lips.

“Let em talk.”

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Standing on the balcony of Erik’s luxury condo reminded Stevie of the first time they met. The view of the bay was breathtaking from up high, and she was so engrossed in it that she didn’t even hear Erik join her outside.

“Here you go,” he said as he offered her a glass of wine.

Stevie thanked him and took a sip, her face brightening in surprise.

“This is good. What is it?”

“Honey wine, a Wakandan delicacy.”

“I could drink that whole bottle if you’re not careful.”

“Girl, this shit would knock you on your ass before you even got halfway through.”

Stevie laughed and inhaled the delicious aroma of whatever Erik had simmering on the stove.

“Come on. Dinner’s ready.”

He reached his hand out and intertwined their fingers as he led her inside to the dining room table. It turned out that not only was Erik a sex god, but he had the skills of a Michelin-rated chef, too.

“How are you so good at everything?” Stevie asked as she placed her napkin down next to her empty plate.

Erik shrugged.

“Just talented, I guess.”

Stevie laughed as he got up to grab their final dish, homemade mango ice cream, for dessert. When she tasted it, she could’ve slapped him it was so good, and the moans that escaped her traveled straight to his dick.

“You keep doing all that and see what happens,” Erik warned, giving Stevie an idea.

She continued to moan around her spoon, and when she scooped up some more, she made sure to flick her tongue out and clean off her spoon seductively.

Erik didn’t even finish his ice cream. He didn’t give a fuck in that moment. All he cared about was the woman across from him driving him wild. In a flash, he threw Stevie over his shoulder, and her giggles filled the air as he carried her down the hallway. He tossed her on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head.

“You think you’re funny.”

He unbuckled his pants and let gravity do its thing.

“I know I’m funny,” Stevie teased, biting her lip as her eyes took in his naked form.

“Keep it up, and I’ll give you something to laugh about,” he warned, and Stevie’s eyes flashed with something that definitely wasn’t there the last time he saw her.

“You gonna put me in my place?”

Erik stopped and looked at her, shocked by what he was hearing.

“Damn, little Stevie done went and got all kinky and shit.”

She sat up on her knees and nodded innocently, but he could see the fire in her eyes.

“Show me what you can do, then.”

Stevie crawled towards him and immediately engulfed him in her mouth.

“Shit, girl!”

The first time she tried sucking his dick, it didn’t go so well. She was a newbie and he had a lot to work with. But this time, she gobbled that thang like it was her lifeline.

Erik’s toes curled, and his knees nearly buckled when she swallowed around him and fondled his heavy balls, but when she pulled back and swirled her tongue around the tip while sucking only on his head and stroking his shaft, he nearly lost it.

“Fuck, you about to make me nut!”

Stevie stuck her tongue out as far as it could go, and his semen hit the intended target. She swallowed his essence, and he tongued her down, searching for remnants of his saltiness with his tongue.

“Turn the fuck around,” he ordered.

The smile stayed plastered on Stevie’s face as she arched her back and wiggled her ass for him. Just as she suspected, moments later, his face was buried between her cheeks, and he brought her to the edge four times before he finally came up for air.

“Why do you keep stopping?” she whined.

Without answering, Erik sheathed himself inside her, and Stevie cried out to the heavens. Her body adjusted to his size and girth quickly, and pretty soon, he was giving her all the business.

His balls bounced against her sticky, wet clit with each thrust, and the way he reached down deep inside her made Stevie start to convulse.

“You gon cum on my fucking dick?”

“Yes!”

“Do it, then!”

He thrust harder, and tears brimmed Stevie’s eyes as she released a deluge onto Erik’s expensive bedspread. He didn’t care one bit. In fact, he wanted more.

Erik pulled out and flipped over on his back.

“Ride this dick.”

Stevie wasted no time hopping on her saddle. Over the past several months, she had found that riding was her forte…mostly because it was the only way her partners could make her cum. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case with Erik, so she could just let loose and have fun with it.

He pushed her braids out of her face as she leaned over him, hips pounding down into his. She could see the strain on his face and found it amusing, so, naturally, she went harder. She sat up on her tiptoes and allowed her breasts to bounce in his face as she rode him like a stallion.

“Stevie, fuck!”

“You like that shit?”

Erik was shocked. Was Stevie talking shit?

“Hell yeah, I do!”

“Then take this pussy.”

“Mm, fuck!” Erik slapped Stevie’s ass, and she yelped. “Oooh, you like that shit, don’t you?”

“Harder,” Stevie gritted through her teeth as she nodded vigorously, and Erik started to rain down blow after blow on her cheeks. She eventually fell to her knees and wound her hips on him. He gripped her ass tight, sure to leave a bruise, and guided her hips up and down his shaft. Just as she was about to lose herself, Erik wrapped his big strong arms around Stevie’s waist and held her close as he spread his legs. He thrust up into her with such power that her short nails dug into his shoulders and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Erik!”

“Say it again.”

“Eriiiik!”

“Just like that, babygirl. Let me take this pussy.”

Stevie held on for dear life as he flipped them over and dropped his dick into her stomach. He’d pull all the way out before diving back in, pushing her legs back further and lifting her hips so that he could hit every angle.

“Right there! Right there, baby! Mmmm, fuck!” Stevie yelled as stars filled her eyes. He was giving her his all and sending her right into la-la land. He didn’t want to lose her completely, so he lowered to his knees and kissed her deeply, stroking her slowly. Tears sprung from Stevie’s eyes with each thrust, and the tension in her body rose to an all-time high. She could barely take it anymore.

“Erik, I-”

“I know, babygirl,” he whispered between kisses. “You gonna let it out for me?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” His thumb found its way to her clit. “Now, cum for daddy.”

Stevie gasped as her orgasm rippled through her at his words. He chuckled in her ear while she spasmed below him, and when she started to come down, he nibbled on her neck, those gold slugs shining like the sun as they left their mark on her delicate skin.

Erik’s hips began to cyclone and stir her insides, pulling another deep moan out of Stevie as she climbed towards another climax.

“Fuck, girl. This pussy feels so good…you on birth control?”

Stevie nodded enthusiastically.

“IUD.”

A sinister smile spread across Erik’s face, and he licked his lips.

“Pussy bout to make me bust. Shit! You ain’t going nowhere, babygirl. I swear, you doing something to me. Fuck, I’m bout to bust!”

Stevie wrapped her legs around Erik’s waist and pulled him in close as he thrust deep, emptying himself into her warmth. Aftershocks wracked through both of their bodies as they came down from their shared high. When Erik’s breathing steadied, he kissed her again and pulled out slowly, their combined fluids oozing out after him.

“What you doing this weekend?”

“Nothing. Why?” Stevie asked with a smile.

“Ever been shopping on Rodeo Drive?”

“The Rodeo Drive? Like in Beverly Hills?”

Erik laughed.

“Yeah, that one.”

“No, I’m just now getting a job that pays well.”

“Well, I’m fixing that. We leave after work on Friday.”

The smile on Stevie’s face stretched so wide it ran out of room, and Erik’s heart fluttered. He vowed then and there that he’d do whatever it took to make Stevie happy. Trips, gifts, whatever she wanted. Hell, he’d put a ring on it if she asked him to.

Anything to see his babygirl smile.

Taglist: @maddeningmayhem, @theblulife, @motheroffae, @love-mesome-me, @toni9, @bribrisback, @impremenior, @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

[dollslayer]

Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

[comfortwriting]

Tied To Me - F.W

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader 

Prompt 102: Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

Prompt 104: “Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Prompt 105: His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Prompt 106: “Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

About/Requested:  Fred and Y/N go out for a meal, Fred bumps into some investors who helped him out with his shop a few months back - the investors flirt with you and tell Fred you’re out of his league, when you get home - you’re in for the night of your life.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mention of food and eating, dirty talk/vulgar language, swearing, breeding kink, unprotected sex, belly bulging, oral (male receiving). 

"I can't believe I have never been here before, I can't believe I can actually afford this now!" Fred smiled widely, pride sparkling in his eyes.

He held your hand over the table in the warm and dimly lit muggle restaurant that played classical music during your stay. You smiled back at him and took a sip from your glass, swallowing the non-alcoholic cocktail.

"I'm so proud of you, Freddie." you stared into his prideful eyes and blushed as the waiter came over to take your orders, collecting your menus and walking off to communicate with the chefs.

"I couldn't have done it without you, love." Fred smiled, tracing circles into your palm "I'm really looking forward to our future, Y/N."

Your fancy, well presented, and mouth-watering dishes arrived, the two of you feeling slightly out of place surrounded by Rich families with perfect table etiquette and high class, a women sat across the room, playing with her pearl necklaces that rested upon her upper chest whilst her partner poured wine into his glass, the bottle costing more money than you had earned this month.

You and Fred ate your meals, discussing future plans, the taste of the food and how treats like these were more meaningful - although Fred insisted that you deserved more experiences like these and that he would make sure you experienced them more often now that his shop had become a huge success.

Drinking the last of your non-alcoholic cocktail, savouring the gorgeous taste of the raspberries, Fred asked for the bill which arrived just as fast as your drinks, he went bright red in the face realising he didn't completely understand muggle currency.

"Uh.." Fred couldn't look you in the eye, his embarrassment spreading across the room as other guests turned around to stare at him "Just give me one second."

Two tall men in suits were in the corner of the restaurant near the entrance door, talking to one another and pointing at your boyfriend when they spotted the back of his head.

"Fred-"

The two men walked through the restaurant, getting closer and closer to your table.

"I'm trying my best, Y/N," Fred stressed, staring at the change and pound notes in his wallet.

"Freddie, turn around!" You whispered, slightly worried and concerned for Fred's safety, the men looking rather intimidating in their suits, their hair slicked back with gel.

The taller man tapped on Fred's shoulder and spoke out in surprise, sounding rather surprised "Mr Weasley?!"

Fred turned around and burst into a cheeky grin, getting out of his seat and shaking their hands, getting stuck into an immediate conversation, you sat back in your chair and watched, slowly taking Fred's wallet, counting out the muggle money for him that he needed to hand to the waiter who stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses and speaking to other members of staff.

"Fancy seeing you here in a place like this!" the shorter man spoke out.

The taller man leant to the side, peering over at you whilst you counted the notes and getting the exact change of coins into the palm of your hand.

"Who is this stunning young woman?" he asked, walking over to you.

You stared up at the man who stared at you, not even two metres away from you.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N." Fred smiled shyly, the shorter man next to him telling him how beautiful you are and how good you look tonight in your short and black, silk dress and red high heels that matched your lipstick.

"I'm Evan" The taller man outstretched his hand "It's a pleasure to meet you."

You went to grasp his hand to shake, Evan kissing you on the hand, instantly making Fred tick inside. The shorter bloke walked over and greeted you in the same way "and I'm Peter." he smiled, also kissing your hand.

Evan looked down at the notes and coins in your free hand, his mouth almost dropping to the floor "Oh Fred, you aren't making your girlfriend pay are you?"

Fred opened his mouth to speak but got cut off by his friend "It's on me, darling" he grinned pulling out a stack of notes, calling the waiter over "I'm paying for this lovely young ladies meal tonight, and her boyfriends."

The waiter accepted the cash and handed you and Fred tiny little mints for you to chew on as you left, Evan and Peter continuing to compliment you and stress how much you were out of Fred's league.

"Bloody hell! How did he manage to land you?"

"You've been dating for how long and he's not put a ring on your finger?"

"If you were my wife you'd be swept off your feet with children to look after!"

Fred wanted to rip their heads off, swing for them, demand that they clear off and never speak to either of you again - but no matter how infuriated and jealous he felt, he couldn't bring himself to do it; after all, Evan and Peter were the ones who invested in his business, to begin with.

Fred cleared his throat "I think it's time we were off, sweetheart" he pointed to the door with his thumb "got an early day tomorrow."

You nodded and put on your coat, pushing your chair in, Evan and Peter pulling you in for a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek, encouraging you and Fred to meet them for a drink in Diagon Alley when you were available.

"Thank you again, Evan, for paying-"

"Don't mention it, Y/N! My treat!" he smiled, waving at you and your boyfriend.

"My Treat"

This pissed Fred off big time, this was supposed to be his night, treating you - not his investor swooping in and making him look like a right fool for not understanding muggle currency.

Fred grabbed hold of your hand and stormed out of the restaurant, both of you apparating home, the spinning and speed making you feel queasy and rather dizzy as you landed in your living room, falling on your sofa, the spinning slowing down and the three Fred's blending back into the one you loved.

Fred shook his head, an annoyed expression plastered across his face, he didn’t say a word and walked into the bathroom, getting himself ready for bed - Evan and Peter’s voices echoing in his mind, repeating everything they said.

“You’re too bloody good for him!”

“You’d be silly to stick around any longer without a ring on your finger.”

“I bet you’ll make a brilliant mother!”

“You’re punching, Fred, how did you manage to land her?”

“If I were you I’d propose already - before someone else snatches her.”

You walked into the large bathroom quietly, coming up behind Fred, wrapping your arms around him, resting your face against his back.

“Please talk to me,” you said softly “I don’t like it when you get in a mood and ignore me.”

Fred grumbled and unbuttoned his shirt, you pulled away and stood by his side, pulling on his arm.

“Please, Fred.”

Fred sighed and turned to look at you, shrugging off his shirt down his arms, catching it in one hand and placing it over the edge of the bath.

“I’m embarrassed, Y/N, I’m irritated, I’m pissed off.”

You nodded and stared at Fred’s chest, your eyes taking in every inch of his beautiful skin and perfect body shape.

“You shouldn’t be, Muggle money isn’t the easiest to work out - and Evan helped out anyway which was really sweet-”

“If you like him that much you should’ve gone home with him instead of me then.” He snapped, pulling his arm out of your hand and walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You sighed and followed him, hearing the clunk of his belt hitting the floor and the zipper on his trousers being pulled down.

“Fred, I don’t understand why you’re in such a grump, you don’t need to be embarrassed, shit happens-”

“I’ve had to listen to two of my investors catch you up all night, hearing them express how much they want you, want to fuck you and get you pregnant, saying that I’m not good enough for you, how am I supposed to feel!?”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t know what to think, Fred stared at you and became even more ticked off, he scoffed and pulled off his trousers, throwing them across the room, missing the laundry basket.

“I see how it is” he spoke out “You loved it, didn’t you? You loved another man treating you with his money that he has more of than he knows what to do with.”

You rolled your eyes “Oh don’t be stupid Fred! I’m not with you for your money, you know that!” you argued, pulling off your high heels and storming over to your wardrobe, placing your shoes inside at the bottom.

Fred ignored you, making you just as pissed off as he was, you could feel the tiny devil sitting down on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, encouraging you to tick Fred off on purpose, the angel on your other shoulder begging you not to do it.

But you did it anyway, and Fred couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“You know what” you spoke up, your attitude popping out a little bit “you’re right, I should have gone home with him instead of you!”

Fred’s eyes widened, he grits his teeth and storms over towards you in his boxers, grabbing you by the waist, forcing you to look at him. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes, instantly regretting what you said, but also feeling your crotch flutter slightly as his hot breath beamed down on you.

“Is that what you want?” he glared “another man fucking you?”

Fred’s hand snaked to your back, his fingers gripping on the zip on the back of your dress, studying your face before he tugged it down.

“I never said that-”

“But you were implying it, weren’t you?”

“Freddie-”

Fred knew what he was going to do to you, and you knew it too, you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought and at Fred’s touch - his cock hardening in his boxers, poking out like the top of a tent.

Your dress dropped to the floor, Fred grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him, as you kicked the dress across from you across the room, his lips smashed against yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling his tongue drag against your lips, you opened your mouth and allowed him to explore you with his tongue.

You reached down and started to caress Fred’s hard cock through his boxers, Fred groaned against your lips and with his free hand, grabbed yours and pushed it under his boxers, encouraging you to wank him off - which made your crotch flutter, even more, your wetness creating a tiny puddle in your knickers.

Taking Fred’s large length in your hand, you pumped his cock gently and softly, the two of you still exploring each other's mouths until Fred became impatient, wanting to feel your lips around his cock already.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his full of lust and hunger “get on your knees” he ordered, pulling down his boxers as you gripped the base of his length.

“Go on, suck my cock, love.”

You smirked at him and nodded, licking up and down his shaft teasingly before taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on it gently, Fred’s moans filling the room, your knickers getting even more soaked.

“Fuck, Y/N, that feels so good.”

You pushed yourself and took more of Fred’s length - almost all of it - into your mouth, the head of his cock sliding down your throat, causing you to gag as his hands held onto your head, holding you in place and trying to push you down, causing you to gag and produce more saliva - you looked up at him with your wide and watery eyes.

“That’s it, choke on my cock that’s sliding down your throat.”

Fred continued to moan out, watching you, staring you down whilst you bobbed your head, sucking on his big cock and pumping it with your hand at the same time, sending your boyfriend close to the edge numerous times before he finally pulled you off him, lifting you from his saliva coated cock by gripping onto your hair with his hand.

You gasped for air, swallowing down the pooled saliva in your mouth, wiping your lips as Fred grabbed you by the waist, kissing you again, tasting himself on your lips as his hand stroked your pussy through your knickers.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirked, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric, his finger hooking the waistband of your knickers, slowly pulling them down.

“Fred” you breathed “I didn’t mean what I said, you don’t have to prove yourself to me-”

“I don’t care” Fred growled, rubbing your clit with his finger, walking backwards and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him “sit down and fuck me.”

You climbed on top of Fred, your legs spread, slowly lowering yourself down on his saliva coated cock, helping you sit down as he slid inside of you, his cock piercing into you, his length exploring you deeply, reaching your tummy.

Your legs rested at his sides, you needed a moment to adjust to his size and then you began to slowly buck your hips, riding him, also circling your hips which Fred gripped on to keep you grounded, you gasped out loud and moan feeling his cock brush against your G-Spot.

Your fingers got tangled in Fred’s messy hair, continuing to buck your hips and bounce up and down, your breasts bouncing, you leaned back and moaned out loud, the constant brushing of Fred’s cock against your g-spot was sending you over the edge, getting you closer to orgasm.

“Freddie” you moaned out through panting, your voice high pitched “oh Freddie!”

Fred looked up at you with a smirk on his face, you moaning his name - not Evan’s or Peter’s made him feel really fucking good, he couldn’t get enough of rubbing what he had in other peoples faces - even if he was thinking about it and not fucking you in front of them, or living next door to them and fucking you so hard they had to hear your moans like he wanted, but he could imagine it, and that was the nest best thing.

Fred quickly stood up, holding you so you didn’t fall, your legs now wrapped around him, still inside you, as he turned around and placed you on the bed, your back laying against his soft sheets. Lifting up your legs, Fred placed them over his shoulders, his cock sliding even deeper inside of your, causing your mouth to open and a desperate moan to slip from your lips, Fred biting his lip at the sight of you.

“Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Looking down you could see the outline of Fred’s length poke through your stomach, you could feel yourself getting excited over him filling you up, your walls tightening around him ever so slightly.

“You’re so deep inside me” you whimpered, watching him start to slam in you, your moans becoming more frequent and louder.

Fred held onto your waist, his eyes bouncing across your body, focusing on your eyes, your lips, your rising and falling chest, your bulging tummy, your clit, your breasts, the sight of him fucking you - he didn’t know which detail to focus on because the whole picture was perfect.

Slamming into your wet pussy deeper and faster, the slamming filling the room with your moans and his groans, you lolled your head back and moaned out, gripping your breasts with one hand, spitting in the other so you could play with your clit, lifting your head back up and locking eye contact with Fred.

Your fingers stroking your clit, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling Fred’s cock twitch inside of you.

“Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

Those very words were enough for you when combined with the fast, deep, and hard thrusting.

Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

“Maybe you should” you teased through more panting, causing Fred to twitch again, your legs couldn’t keep still upon his shoulders, your orgasm expanding and spreading throughout your body “that way you’ll be tied to me forever.”

Fred could feel himself getting closer to the end of the race “Tied to you...” he breathed “fuck!”

As much as he wanted to plant his seed inside of you, he knew he couldn’t, not yet - he needed to put a ring on your finger first, so instead of cumming deep inside your pussy, he reached for the next best thing.

“I’m going to cum!” he panted, quickly pulling out, his hard, red, juice coated, twitching cock gripped in his hand.

You lifted your legs off his shoulders and bent them, propping yourself up on the bed, laying on your tummy, your elbows lifting you up so you could welcome Fred’s length back into your mouth, tasting your own juices.

Your lips wrapped around his cock, you sucked as you did before, bobbing your head up and down with your hand gliding up and down in sync with the rhythm, Fred watched you eagerly and couldn’t hold back.

You pushed his cock deeper in your mouth, so close to swallowing him whole as his head hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m - I’m cumming!”

His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Fred slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, he stumbled backwards, slightly dizzy and then sat down on the bed slowly, swinging his legs over so he could lie down comfortably in bliss, embracing his orgasm.

You wiped your lips and climbed into Fred’s arms, the two of you lying in silence, catching your breaths and cooling down.

“I’m tied to you, Fred.” you muttered “always have been, always will be, I only want you,” you reassured him.

Fred wrapped his arm around you “I’m tied to you too, my love” he muttered softly, kissing your head.

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[queenshelby]

The Singer – Part Three

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 7,970

Warning: Smut, Some Swearing, Age Gap

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***Raising Suspicions***

Kurt was quick to tell Amanda about his suspicions. He was sure that Cillian and you were involved after he’s seen Cillian’s watch at your apartment, lying on his study desk along with an empty condom wrapper.

He wasn’t surprised, knowing very well that you preferred older partners and that he was the exception all along. But Amanda didn’t buy into his suspicions.

‘Common Kurt, you are being ridiculous. Cillian wouldn’t be interested in Y/N’ Amanda said, but Kurt simply raised an eyebrow at Amanda’s comment.

According to Amanda, you weren’t Cillian’s type. You were too young and too outspoken. In addition, she explained to Kurt that Cillian wouldn’t like your tattoos, piercings and your involvement on social media. You were completely different to Amanda, not just physically but also mentally. You were an extrovert whereas Amanda was an introvert. She was mostly quiet and reserved whereas you were loud and direct.

Despite Amanda’s comments, Kurt didn’t back down and eventually confronted Cillian when they were on their own.

‘Are you fucking my girlfriend?’ Kurt asked Cillian out of the blue.

‘Excuse me?’ Cillian responded somewhat flustered by Kurt’s question.

‘It’s a simple question Cillian. Are you fucking my girlfriend? Yes or no?’ Kurt asked again angrily, starring at Cillian’s watch again.

‘Did someone spike your coffee this morning or something?’ Cillian asked somewhat annoyed, making Kurt sound absurd.

‘Alright, don’t fucking answer my question then but, just so you know, since you are always trying so hard to stay out of the tabloids, it would look really fucking bad if you left Amanda for a woman half your age’ Kurt went on to say, catching Cillian by surprise.

‘You have issues man’ Cillian said angrily before walking away from the conversation, getting on with the things he had to do for the arts and music festival.  

Despite Cillian’s immediate reaction to Kurt’s question, Kurt’s comments didn’t leave Cillian’s mind for the remainder of the day.

Of course, it would be bad if he was involved with someone half his age, especially shortly after separating from Amanda which was something that wasn’t even public knowledge yet and it was exactly this what made Cillian think about whether he should continue seeing you.

With these thoughts on his mind, he became rather distant over the next few days, not returning your calls and messages, only engaging into conversations with you when he absolutely had to.

You were frustrated by his behaviour and the least you were expecting from him was that he would talk with you about what happened between you. If he believed it was a mistake that you slept with each other, then you wanted to know.

Eventually, a week had passed and nothing had changed.

***New Woman***

After having been upset and frustrated with Cillian and Kurt, you’ve given up on men all together and, on a Thursday evening, your closest friend Emily and her fiancée Judy took you out to a LGBT friendly bar in Dublin.

It was cocktail night and Judy introduced you to a friend of hers named Kirsten. Kirsten was a local Dublin artist and photographer and you got on with her quite well immediately.

You spent the entire evening talking and dancing and you eventually had a few too many drinks and left the bar together with Kirsten.

Sharing a taxi together, you got quite comfortable on the backseats and things eventually got heated between you and Kirsten when Kirsten leaned in and kissed you passionately while running one of her hands between your thighs.

Her lips were soft and smelled like strawberries from the lip gloss she was wearing and you couldn’t resist but give into the kiss on the backseat of the taxi.

‘Did you want to come to my place?’ Kirsten asked when your lips drifted apart.

‘I probably shouldn’t…I have been making a few mistakes lately’ you whispered, knowing that Kirsten was, in fact, in a relationship with someone else.

‘It could stay our little secret you know’ Kirsten smirked but, despite the large amount of alcohol you had to drink, you shook your head.

‘Listen, you are gorgeous but I don’t do one-night stands, I am sorry. Perhaps we will meet again under different circumstances’ you said with a tender smile before allowing Kirsten to kiss you once more just before the taxi driver pulled up in front of her apartment.

After a short final kiss, Kirsten got out of the taxi and walked into her apartment while you remained sitting, asking the taxi driver to take you home.

When you got home, you quickly undressed and let yourself fall onto your soft and large vintage style bed which is where you remained fast asleep until 8 o’clock the following morning.

At 8 o’clock, your phone beeped and it was text message from your sister with a link to one of the bar’s patron’s Twitter Accounts…

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“New Relationship for Y/N L/N with sexy Dublin artist Kirsten Lang??? It looks like Kurt Spencer is finally out of the picture”

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This was a nightmare, you thought. The last thing you needed was false information being out there about you while you were still dealing with your break up from Kurt and all you could think about was Cillian.

But, there was nothing you could do about it and, after digesting the news, you had a shower and got ready for another day of organising this arts and music festival.

When you arrived at the usual meeting spot, everyone had already seen the Twitter post and Kurt immediately gave you a serving about it, asking you why he wasn’t invited for a threesome with your lesbian friend.

‘Fuck off’ was all you managed to respond with. Still hungover and angry about the Twitter post, the last thing you needed was Kurt making a comment like this.

With your coffee in your hand, you eventually sat down next to Cillian who looked at you with a half grin on his face. His eyes were full of questions but he didn’t say anything at all.

‘What?’ you asked, annoyed by the way he looked at you.

‘Are you alright?’ Cillian asked concerned.

‘No, I am not fucking alright, ok? I am sick of this shit’ you said with frustration as you scrolled through the Twitter comments.

‘You need to be more careful about who you hook up with in public. Trust me, I speak from experience’ Cillian chuckled, referring to that one night a few years ago where he was caught by cameras having a night out with one of his female co-stars. The incident caused his first major fight and break up with Amanda until it became public that Cillian and his female co-star were, in fact, accompanied by his co-star’s boyfriend and several other members of the film crew.

‘Well thanks for the advice’ you said angrily, still unsure why he cared.

‘Was it worth it at least?’ Cillian asked carefully, trying to figure out whether anything happened between you and Kirsten  

‘Nothing happened. We just kissed. So no, it wasn’t fucking worth it’ you said. You couldn’t help but chuckle yourself knowing how idiotic this all was.

‘You’ve got two choices here. Either, you set the record straight or you let it go Y/N’ Cillian said calmly, feeling genuinely sorry for you.

‘What would you do in my situation?’ you asked.

‘I’ve learned not to give a shit about gossip like this over the years. Personally, I would let it slide. But I can see that it bothers you, so get your manager to make a statement on your behalf or, like you young people do, make a statement yourself on this platform with the bird on it which I think is where the rumours are coming from, right?’ Cillian recommended with a warm smile.

‘What Twitter?’ you laughed.

‘Yeah. Or you can use whatever social media platform you young artists use these days’ Cillian suggested.

‘Good idea old man. I will make a tweet’ you laughed. ‘But tell me, if you don’t use Twitter, how did you know about it in the first place?’ you went on and asked.

‘Kurt has a big mouth’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Of course’ you sighed.

After the initial Twitter drama, your day working with Cillian went exceptionally well and you felt much better after setting the record straight on Twitter, having your followers and fans interact on your post and offering their support.

You finished up after about five hours, ready to head back home in order to have a lazy evening.

‘Do you want a lift back home?’ Cillian asked after you indicated that you would be leaving and were ready to catch up on some sleep. You had told Cillian earlier that your car was still with the mechanics and he could see the tiredness on your face.

‘No thanks, I will walk’ you said despite the fact that you were tired and walking was the last thing on your mind. You were trying to spend as little time as possible with Cillian.

Cillian nodded and, just like this, you were out of the door.

‘You know, if you like her, perhaps just tell her’ Janine, the administration assistant, said to Cillian after having observed his interactions with you for the past few weeks.

‘Excuse me?’ Cillian asked surprised and with a slight chuckle.

‘It’s obvious that you like her. Just as it is obvious that you touched the damn printer again last week even after I told you not to’ she then went on to say.

‘I am sorry about the printer’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Sure you are’ she laughed before walking off.

***Change of Mind***

Unfortunately for you, the following day, which was also going to be the last day of working with Cillian and some others on the festival preparations, was going to be even worse than the last.

You barely made it to the office on time again, not having had much sleep again. You were on to your third cup of coffee and had been taking pain killers all night.

‘Fuck Y/N, you look awful. Are you alright?’ Cillian said as you sat down next to him and, over at the copier station, he could see Janine shake her head in disbelieve. He just told the woman he liked that she looks awful. He was a hopeless case she thought.

‘Oh, thanks Cillian. That makes me feel better’ you chuckled as you took a sip from your large cup of coffee and popped yet another two tablets of paracetamol.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it this way. You just look unwell’ Cillian said shyly, looking over to Janine for guidance. She nodded in approval.

‘I am fine. It’s just the time of the month’ you responded quietly and with some embarrassment.

‘What do you mean?’ Cillian asked with some confusion.

‘She means that she’s got her period Cillian’ Janine chuckled from behind before walking off.

‘Right. Of course’ Cillian said, his cheeks starting to flush. ‘Why didn’t you just stay at home if you are unwell?’ he went on to ask.

‘Because my apartment won’t have any electricity until 8pm. They are finally fixing the central heating system’ you explained.

‘Bad timing’ he responded.

‘I know. I will go to my sister’s later for dinner. Although I don’t really feel like it. She’s got two young kids who are quite a hand full and all I want to really do is chill and watch Netflix’ you whined.

‘Well, if you want to, you can come over to my place. No kids there and we could get some food, watch a movie and then I will drive you home once the electricians have left’ Cillian suggested.  

‘Do you actually mean that or is this a “come up for tap water” type of situation?’ you asked causing Cillian to laugh.

‘You just said you have your period so it’s defiantly not a “come to my house for some tap water” type situation’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Believe it or not, some guys are into that. It’s just that I am not’ you giggled, causing Cillian to raise his eyebrows.

‘I can assure you that I am not one of those guys. Just a movie and some food, alright?’ Cillian laughed and you nodded, knowing that this would be a mistake but you much preferred a quiet evening with Cillian than a loud evening with your nephews while you were battling your period pains.

Just as promised, after a long day, Cillian took you home with him after you cancelled on your sister.

He dropped you at his house first, showing you how the TV works, before leaving you there on your own for half an hour so that he could organise some food for you as his fridge was usually empty now that Amanda had finally moved out.

While he was gone, you looked around the living area and you noticed that all pictures of Amanda and Cillian had gone. He clearly had moved on.

Eventually, you lied down on the lounge, watching TV and it wasn’t long until Cillian returned with two large shopping bags and it looked to you like he was going to cook for you.

‘When you said food, I expected pizza or chinese take away’ you said surprised before telling him that no man had ever cooked you dinner before and you were delighted by his efforts.

‘Nah, I enjoy cooking’ Cillian said with a warm smile as he continued to unpack the grocery bags.

Amongst ingredients for risotto, he also bought a caramel fudge ice cream, a bottle of wine, a hot water bottle and very warm ruby red socks.

‘Please explain’ you giggled as you held up the socks.

‘The last time we watched a movie together, in your bed, you had your feet wedged between my lower thighs because they were cold’ Cillian laughed before running his thumb over your cheeks and then pulling away, realising that he might have overstepped the line once again.

‘Thank you, you are very observant’ you said, feeling the want to kiss him but holding back.

‘How about you have bath while I do this’ Cillian then suggested and your eyes lid up. Your apartment didn’t have a bathtub but you also didn’t see a bathtub in the bathroom you used the last time when you came to Cillian’s house.

‘I feel bad. I should really help you’ you then said, feeling guilty that Cillian was doing all the work.

‘There is no need Y/N. Common, I will run you a bath’ Cillian said before showing you the way upstairs to his bedroom.

‘You’ve got nice taste’ you said as you looked around his bedroom and observed the quite obviously new furniture and artwork.

‘Thanks’ Cillian chuckled as he grabbed a fluffy white towel from the large cabinet inside his walk in-wardrobe.

The entire bedroom was furnished with modern wooden furniture and only a little decoration. Over the bed there was a large painting of a landscape in France and the bedside lamps were almost contemporary or vintage.

Across from the large king size bed was a spa bath and, behind a nook, there was the rest of the bathroom. The entire area could be closed by a large sliding door or could be left open if you wanted to watch TV.

You watched Cillian put some bubble bath into the tub and then turn on the water before changing the lightening and handing you the towel, a t-shirt and your brand-new fluffy socks.

‘I will be downstairs alright?’ he said with a warm smile and you nodded shyly.

You got undressed as soon as he left the room and sank into the hot water. It was delightful but you wished he would have joined you for the bath.

He was very different from Kurt, caring and romantic and you wished that he would let you in, give you chance.

After your bath, you returned downstairs wearing nothing but the t-shirt Cillian had given you, your panties and the red fluffy socks.

‘This was so nice’ you said as the pain in your stomach had decreased. ‘And this smells so good’ you added as you looked what Cillian was cooking.

‘Before I put all this chilli in there, do you like spicy food?’ Cillian asked as you stood next to him, closely watching what he was doing.

‘I love spicy food so bring it on’ you giggled, giving Cillian a big smile.

***Return of Romance***

After you both ate dinner and cleaned up the dishes, Cillian had a quick shower before sitting down next to you on the lounge in a t-shirt and trackpants.

‘Still bad?’ Cillian asked as he observed you holding your stomach.

‘Yeah, it usually lasts a day or two’ you said and, without asking, Cillian got up and boiled the kettle.

Moments later, he returned with the hot water bottle he had purchased and placed it onto your stomach before indicating to you to lie down on the lounge and pick a movie.

‘Seriously? You let me pick a movie again?’ you asked as Cillian sat down next to you.

‘I know I might regret this but yeah’ Cillian chuckled just as you put one of the small lounge pillows onto his laps and rested your head on top of it.

Cillian’s hands soon found your hair and ran his fingers through it gently while you searched through Netflix.

‘Please, no’ Cillian chuckled as you stopped at Pretty Woman and cheekily pressed play.

It was your favourite movie and Cillian already regretted giving you the remote control.

About ten minutes into the movie, you shared some ice cream and then you sat up next to him, curling up against his chest watching Julia Roberts seducing Richard Gere.

You were still in pain and Cillian noticed, his hand rubbing against your lower back gently while you held onto your hot water bottle.

‘Are you alright?’ he whispered while you took in the scent of his aftershave.

‘Hmm, yeah this is nice’ you murmured, referring to Cillian’s hand massaging your lower back gently.

‘I am glad that I am not a woman’ Cillian chuckled just before he moved some of your hair out of your face which was when you looked up at him, starring into his deep blue eyes yet again while Richard Gere was taking Julia Roberts over the piano.

‘I always wanted to do this…on a piano’ you said quietly, causing Cillian to chuckle again but then lean forward, pressing his lips onto yours gently.

You loved the feeling of his soft lips on yours and gave into the kiss which was long, gentle and passionate.

Then your lips drifted apart and you looked at each other full of questions before they met again, this time more intense than before, your tongues meeting and moving in sync.

‘I missed this’ Cillian whispered as your lips drifted apart, his hands caressing your face gently.

‘So did I’ you said quietly before wanting more, kissing Cillian again, not getting enough of his sweet lips.

You spent the remainder of the movie curled up against each other, touching each other and kissing each other until, finally, Richard Gere climbed up Julia Robert’s balcony ladder with a bunch of flowers, admitting his love to her.

‘God that is so damn romantic’ you said as your eyes began to water, Cillian looking at you somewhat confused.

‘If you say so’ he chuckled before giving you another kiss and taking the ice cream bowls to the dishwasher.

‘I should probably get home soon Cilly, I am pretty tired’ you said as you got up, following him to the kitchen but not really wanting to leave.

‘You can stay the night if you want’ Cillian said, his hands on your hips, pulling you close for another kiss.

You nodded shyly before asking him whether he would give your lower back another rub. No one had ever done this for you before and it felt amazing, taking away some of the awful pain.

‘I could give you a massage in bed’ he smirked, causing you to look at him with some confusion.

‘Are you being cheeky?’ you asked, thinking that he intends to get kinky with you which was not what you were after while on your period.

‘No, I am serious’ Cillian said before kissing you again briefly. ‘Let me show you what these hands can do’ he winked, causing you to laugh and follow him upstairs to his bedroom.

As soon as you arrived at the front of Cillian’s large bed, you were quick to take off your t-shirt and climb on the bed, wearing nothing but your cotton panties and warm socks.

Cillian momentarily disappeared, getting some sort of body lotion from beneath the sink.

‘That should work I guess’ he said before he climbed onto the bed with you, his eyes gazing over your mostly naked body for a minute before he squirted some of the cold lotion onto your back.

His hands were magic, working your upper back and then your lower back gently before he leaned down, trailing small kisses at the back of your neck.

Goosebumps were forming all over your skin and you wished that you didn’t have your period as, otherwise, you would have turned around and make him take you on his large and comfortable bed.

Eventually, after Cillian had massaged your back for almost 20 minutes, you turned around to face him, relaxed and even somewhat sleepy.

‘Fuck that felt good’ you giggled just before Cillian took off his t-shirt and tracksuit pants and lied down next to you, quickly throwing the large doona over you both in the hope that you wouldn’t notice his raging erection.

‘Feeling a little better?’ he asked and you nodded before thanking him for taking care of you.

‘You know I could help you with that?’ you smirked as you reached for his crotch, noticing how hard he was.

‘Not tonight’ Cillian said as he pushed your hand away gently, knowing that you were probably still in pain. But, none of this prevented him from pulling you closer towards him for more gentle kisses until, eventually, you curled up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

‘Cillian?’ you murmured, looking up into his deep blue eyes once again.

‘Hmm’ he responded with a warm smile, his fingers running through your hair gently.

‘What is this between us?’ you wanted to know.

‘I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t stay away from you no matter how hard I try’ he responded, his tone soft and warm.

‘Then stop trying. I mean, why are you trying anyway?’ you chuckled as you continued to look up at him while playing with his chest hair.

‘For so many fucking reasons Y/N’ he responded.

‘Like what?’ you asked.

‘For starters, you are twenty years younger than me’ he explained and you knew that the age gap between you had been an issue for Cillian.

‘So? You know I prefer older men’ you reassured him.

‘I’ve seen the shit you went through with your ex-girlfriend. This is going to be worse and I know much bad press bothers you’ he explained, remembering reading the tabloids when your first long term relationship broke down.

‘I am willing to take my chances. What else?’ you asked.

‘We both just came out of failed relationships. I don’t think it’s smart to start dating again so soon’ Cillian said concerned.

‘Listen Cillian, I don’t expect to be your girlfriend or us going public. At the moment, you keep pushing me away every time we get closer and I wonder if we could just give this a chance. Let’s just keep it between us and see where it goes’ you suggested.

‘I would like that’ he then said before giving you another few kisses and turning off the light.

You were still curled up against Cillian and could feel the heat radiate from his body when you drifted off to sleep. Usually, you hated sleeping in other people’s beds but, that night, you felt comfortable and safe.

No one had ever treated you so well and you were happy with where you and Cillian were at and how far you had come after all the ups and downs.

You also remembered your relationship with Kurt. Being with Cillian was all so different to what you knew. It made you realise what you had missed out on.

You slept well through the night with Cillian holding you tight but, the following morning, you were woken up by an uncomfortable feeling beneath you.

You were quite vigilant when it came to your period and when you felt something sticky on your upper thigh, you got disturbed.

Woken by the unfamiliar feeling, your eyes drifted open slowly and you looked up. It was getting light outside which was when it clicked.

You remembered that you should probably have changed your tampon again before going to sleep and your heart began to pound heavily.

Feeling you wiggle around and moving the doona to the side, Cillian was slowly waking up himself, his arm falling over to the side searching for you.

But, you had scooted up and out of the bed which is when you noticed the two small blood stains on your upper thigh.

You quickly ran to the bathroom to wash them off and change what had to be changed but you knew what this meant.

You probably had gotten some stains onto Cillian’s sheet sheets as well and you weren’t ready to face this embarrassment.

‘What’s wrong Y/N?’ Cillian murmured as you returned from the bathroom.

‘I…I think…’ was all you managed to say as you pulled aside the doona and, as you had feared, noticed a small blood stain not only on the sheets but also on Cillian’s upper thigh, which was caught up in between your legs all night when you were sleeping.

You immediately began to shake nervously, feeling embarrassed by what had just happened.

‘Hey Y/N, what’s wrong?’ Cillian asked as he held out one of his hands, indicating for you to come back to bed as he was surprised by your reaction.

‘I am sorry Cillian but I think I stained your sheets and there is some on your thigh…I am so fucking sorry’ you said almost hysterical.

Cillian looked down at his thigh and the sheets for a brief moment, unsure about what the problem was until he noticed the blood stains.

‘So? I will wash the sheets and have a shower, who cares’ Cillian said with a raised eyebrow before pulling you onto him.

‘That’s so embarrassing’ you said but Cillian disagreed.

‘No, it’s natural. Don’t worry about it’ he said before kissing you passionately and you were surprised that he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Kurt would have made a massive scene if you had ruined his fine cotton sheets like that.

As you were making out, sharing several kisses while grinding your bodies against each other to get some traction, you suddenly heard a loud female voice coming from the doorway.

‘You are fucking kidding me’ Amanda said loudly and in disbelieved as she saw you on top of Cillian half naked by that point.

‘Holy Fuck’ you shouted before quickly scooting beneath the doona.

‘What the hell are you doing here?’ Cillian asked somewhat angrily about the fact that she had just entered his house unannounced before getting up and pulling a t-shirt over his head.

‘Getting the last of my stuff. I told you I would come by over the weekend to grab it’ Amanda explained angrily.

‘Yes, and I would have expected you to use the fucking doorbell when you do’ Cillian said firmly before walking downstairs with her.

‘I cannot believe that Kurt was actually right’ Amanda said almost hysterical and you could hear her and Cillian argue from the bedroom.

‘Right about what?’ Cillian asked.

‘That you are fucking her. God that’s so disgusting, you know that? She is almost half your age…trading me in for a younger model, that’s something I never expected’ Amanda said with anger.

‘I didn’t trade you in for anyone Amanda. We broke up because you couldn’t get over your fucking jealousy’ Cillian explained.

‘Well, it was warranted it seems’ Amanda said.

‘I never fucking cheated on you’ Cillian yelled and it was at this point that Amanda began to shout, calling you and Cillian names.

Eventually, Cillian kicked Amanda out of his house and immediately called a locksmith before driving you home.

***First Date***

You didn’t expect to hear from Cillian for the remainder of the day, especially in light of what happened with Amanda and the fact that he told you last night that he wasn’t sure where this was going between you. But, to your surprise, at around 2 o’clock you received a call from him.

During the call, Cillian asked whether you felt like going for dinner with him at restaurant near your house.

Was this a date, you wondered? It sure sounded like a date. If it was a date, did it mean that he no longer cared about the implications he was concerned about previously after your talk last night?

You sure wanted to find out and accepted Cillian’s offer to take you for dinner and he picked you up at 6 o’clock, nice and early so that you had enough time to watch a movie at your place afterwards.

The restaurant was rather busy and Cillian had booked a nice booth in the corner, giving you some privacy.

He ordered a bottle of wine while you looked through the menu for some tapas to share. You enjoyed the same type of food and it was easy for you to agree on the dishes.

‘So, is this a date?’ you asked Cillian after the waitress had taken your order.

‘I suppose’ he chuckled before he took your hands into his, sharing a tender moment with you.

‘Good, because I was worried that our run in with Amanda this morning put you off a little. I’ve heard what she said to you’ you said quietly, knowing about Cillian’s reluctance when it came to dating you, a woman twenty years his junior.

‘If anything, it made me care even less about the reservations I have about us’ Cillian explained.

‘Well, hopefully, those reservations will disappear completely when you realise how awesome I am’ you joked just before the waitress brought out the first dish.

You enjoyed your dinner and wine despite the fact that a group of girls on a table nearby were watching you. You tried hard not to care, but the giggling and whispering bothered you more than it would usually have when you were out with someone else.

Eventually, one of the women from the table came over just as you and Cillian were about to leave, asking Cillian for photo which he declined politely.

The restaurant was only a short stroll from your apartment and you were ready to get your comfortable clothes on and watch a movie with Cillian.

Shortly after you arrived at your apartment, you got changed into a nightie, poured two glasses of wine and asked Cillian whether he could get the lighter from the top draw of your bedside table so that you could light some candles.

As you put the two glasses of wine onto your coffee table, you heard a loud buzzing coming from besides your bed and you recognised the sound immediately.

‘Cillian!’ you shouted as you watched Cillian play with one of your vibrators, a big grin running over his face.

‘Give it here. I said top draw, not bottom draw’ you chuckled as you took the vibrator out of his hand.

‘How does it work? It clearly won’t fit inside you’ he asked curiously, his grin getting bigger.

‘It’s called a wand and it is for clitoral stimulation only. I actually never used it because it’s too intense. My sister talked me into it, saying it’s the best thing ever. But I don’t know’ you explained, your face flushing with embarrassment.

‘Sounds interesting’ Cillian chuckled, which is when you noticed that Cillian had already lid the candles on your beside table.

‘Not really’ you said before you shuffed the vibrator back into the draw and, just as you came up, Cillian crashed his lips onto yours.

‘There are other things I’ve found in your draw’ Cillian said after your lips drifted apart and before he reached for the handcuffs and satin blindfold in your bedside table and threw them onto your bed.

‘Cillian, remember, I’ve got my period’ you giggled just as Cillian pulled your nightie over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

‘I am aware. Just let me make you feel good’ he said, grinning again before pushing you onto the bed and hoovering over you.

‘Cillian, I am serious’ you giggled, his teeth grazing your neck gently.

‘Don’t worry, your panties are staying on and I promise that I won’t touch you down there’ he said reassuringly and, whilst you had no idea how he would get you off without touching your most intimate body part, you agreed and reluctantly lifted your hands over your head and allowed Cillian to tie your wrists against the bedhead with your leather cuffs.

Cillian then gently placed the blindfolds over your eyes, carefully tying the knot behind your head without catching your hair in between it.

You trusted him. Yet it was difficult for you to relax especially since, all of a sudden, you heard a familiar loud bussing sound again.

‘No no no, this vibrator is too intense. I never….oh my fucking god’ you moaned as you threw your head back into the pillow and arched your back as soon as the vibrator hit your clit through your thin cotton panties.

‘Fuck that’s sexy’ Cillian observed as he watched you squirm against your restraints and moan as he moved the vibrator over your clit in circle motions.

‘Don’t move’ he then chuckled as he placed the vibrator onto your clit and resting the handle on your stomach. You felt the weight on your bed lightening and heard him get up, walking away from you momentarily.

‘Fuck Cillian…don’t leave me like this’ you protested just before you heard the door of the fridge opening. What was he doing? Getting himself a beer?

Then, finally, you could feel his weight on the mattress again, right next to you.

His hands began to roam over your breasts and stomach while he pushed the wand back against your clit more firmly after tuning it up a notch.

‘No no no….oh god’ you moaned, your legs squirming.

‘If you do not stay still on your own, I will tie your legs up too’ Cillian said cheekily before pulling on each of your nipple piercings slightly. He knew that you loved it when he did this, subjecting you to this little bit of pain.

You inhaled sharply, wanting him to pull them again, but Cillian had other ideas and it wasn’t long until you felt something extremely cold on your left nipple.

‘Fuck, Cillian’ you moaned as ice cold water began to run down your left breast while he turned up the setting of the vibrator again.

The ice cold feeling soon moved to your right nipple, running down from it over your stomach like a cold stream of water.  By this time it was obvious to you that it was an ice cube which Cillian had placed into his mouth and which he was running over your breasts.

You could feel it melt slowly and the cold water ran all the way to your belly button followed by his hot breath.

Then, you could feel the entire ice cube slid down your stomach and all the way to the hem of your panties while, again, Cillian turned up the vibrator, reaching its highest setting.

‘Holy Christ’ you inhaled, trying as hard as you could to stay still.

You were close to climaxing and Cillian had to hold you down, securing your thighs so that you were unable to squirm away.

‘Oh fuck yes’ you screamed as, finally, your orgasm washed over you and you had no choice but to give into the sensation.

It was at this point that you heard a knock on the wall from the apartment beside yours, causing Cillian to chuckle as you had told him about the letter you received from your neighbour last week complaining about the noise level from your apartment when Cillian visited you the last time.

You eventually came down from your high and Cillian released his tight grip on you and turned off the vibrator before taking off your blindfolds and untying you from the bed.

‘Feeling better?’ he asked and, surprisingly, you did.

With a quick nod and thanks, you pulled Cillian on top of you for a passionate kiss before pushing him down onto the mattress beneath you.

Without words, you looked at him and suggestively bit your lips before reaching for his black Calvin Klein briefs and pulling them down.

‘You know I just love your cock…it’s fucking perfect’ you smirked as you starred at his erection before separating his legs, bending his knees up and taking your place between them.

Cillian scooted himself up in the bed so that he could watch you and you leaned forward to kiss him, loving and deep, before making your decent on his perfectly toned body.

When you finally reached his hard shaft, you kissed the tip of his cock suggestively before collecting his precum with your tongue.

Cillian’s hands knew what to do to help you now and he gathered up your hair and hold it out of the way as you lowered your head and take his cock into your mouth, moaning as your mouth is filled.

Cillian groaned as you finally took all of his length into your mouth and down your throat. You wanted to devour him and you took your time about it, pleasure slowly building, pressure teased and growing as you kept bobbing your head up and down.

Looking up at him while you wrapped your lips around his hard member turned him on incredibly and it didn’t take long for his breathing to become laboured.

By this point, his legs straighten, splayed out on either side of you while the frequency of his moans and groans increased.

You knew Cillian was getting close and you loved watching him moan with a slightly open mouth while you slowly and deliberately wrap your lips tightly on the head of his cock and take him deep into your throat again, all the way to the base.

Your eyes close on their own with the sensation and greed you feel and each time you rise you look into Cillian’s deep blue eyes, stopping to let him watch as you flick your tongue all over his frenulum and swollen pink tip.

His face suddenly changed and his mouth contorts. Cillian’s hands tighten, no longer simply holding your long hair out of the way but gripping your head with handfuls of your hair in both hands right at the scalp. He took control, pushing your head down hard, his cock filling your throat before letting go of you again.

‘Again’ you moaned, loving the way he takes charge and he complied with your request, grabbing your hair again and making you take his length all the way into your throat.

‘Fuck Y/N, I am close’ he moaned and, with him thrusting into your mouth and you bobbing your head at the same time, it wasn’t long until you felt it, the unmistakable spurt of cum into your mouth as his body is finally released.

You could taste him, feeling the slick cream on your tongue, holding it in your mouth as you milk the last drops. Then looking up, you see Cillian’s beautiful sexy smile and flushed cheeks, open your mouth and show him the cum pooled on your tongue.

Another groan escaped him as he watched you hold it, tilting your head back slightly while some drips escaped you and ran over your chin.

Looking at his face, completely turned on by what you were doing, you smiled wickedly and very deliberately closed your lips, looked at him, and swallowed.

‘God, why are you so fucking sexy?’ Cillian asked just as you moved up towards him and pressed your lips onto his.

‘I don’t know, I just am’ you winked before sharing another passionate kiss while his hands were roaming over your back.

After some pillow talk, you eventually curled up against Cillian, running your fingers through his chest hair while his right hand gently touched your cheek.

It didn’t take either of you long to fall asleep and you were still curled up against each other the next morning when you heard a loud knock on the door.

***Meeting June***

‘Will we ever be able to just wake up next to each other without being interrupted?’ Cillian growled as he turned over, ignoring the knock on the door completely. He was clearly not a morning person.

You jumped up quickly and threw on Cillian’s t-shirt which, the night before, had found it’s way to the floor besides your bed.

Wearing nothing but the t-shirt, some purple cotton panties and giant plush socks with small bunny rabbits on it, you walked to the door and opened it, thinking that, surely, it was just a delivery. Your local postman had a habit of arriving early and you were considering getting a postal box soon.

‘Good Morning Sis’ June said and it took you a few seconds to rub your eyes yawn before realising that you probably shouldn’t let her inside with Cillian lying in your bed completely naked.

But your sister didn’t ask for permission and barged inside, putting a bag of croissants and two coffees on to the kitchen counter.

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked surprised as she hung up her coat.

‘I know how shit you feel when you get your period and you didn’t come by the other night so I wanted to check on you, that’s all’ June explained just as she was walking through your loft, not having noticed Cillian yet as part of the view of the bed was covered by a large industrial style bookshelf.

‘Now is not a very good time’ you said nervously which was when she noticed clothes scattered across the floor.

‘Oh shit’ she giggled just before she bluntly looked past the large bookshelf.

‘Morning June’ Cillian chuckled just as he reached down to the floor to retrieve his briefs before pulling them beneath the doona and trying to discretely put them back on.

‘Holy fuck’ June shouted, her jaw dropping to the floor.

‘Jupp, swearing runs in the family’ Cillian chuckled before getting up from beneath the doona, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs.

With a grin on his face, he walked over towards you and gave you a quick kiss before taking your coffee from your hand, taking a sip and telling you that he will go and have a quick shower.

He quickly retrieved his jeans from the floor and disappeared into the bathroom all while your sister’s eyes followed his every move.

‘Stop looking at him’ you demanded, giving your sister a nudge as it was obvious to you that she was checking out Cillian’s ass.

‘How the fuck did this happen? Did I just dream this?’ she asked as you were shyly drinking your coffee with some embarrassment, unsure how to answer her question.

‘Oh my god, he is the guy you were telling me about. This all makes sense now’ June said and you confirmed her suspicions and told her that you’ve resolved your differences.

You trusted your sister and told her about what you had discussed with Cillian the night before and that you were at his house, which is why you cancelled on her.

Eventually, Cillian came out of the bathroom, wearing his tight black jeans but not much else.

Your sister looked at him with some excitement, not even ashamed for drooling over the man you were involved with.

You noticed immediately, giving her another nudge just as Cillian stole the rest of your coffee.

‘Can you put your shirt on please’ you eventually said before handing Cillian one of the croissants and the jam from your fridge.

‘Well, I would, but you are wearing it’ Cillian reminded you, unbothered by the fact that your sister was in the same room.

You quickly disappeared behind the bookshelf and changed into your own clothes before handing Cillian his t-shirt and your sister sighed with some disappointment as he put it on.

Despite the fact that he had met your sister already, he felt somewhat awkward with your sister around and, after putting on his t-shirt, he left your apartment in order to get some more coffees, allowing you to update your sister on the situation.

While he was out, waiting for his coffee order at the nearby coffee shop, he received a call from his agent drawing his attention to a quite unfavourable article which had just appeared online, less than 30 minutes ago.

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OK! Magazine News 

Cillian Murphy following the Hollywood Trend?

Rumours have emerged suggesting a developing relationship between actor Cillian Murphy (43) and singer/songwriter Y/N L/N (23). This comes after Murphy has only last month been spotted at a Dublin fundraising event with long term girlfriend Amanda Winter and L/N was rumoured to be involved with local artist Kirsten Mann after having been spotted leaving Soho Bar together as little as three nights ago.

Music producer Kurt Meskin confirmed the break up from singer and songwriter girlfriend Y/N L/N earlier yesterday and revealed that the break up was due to a romance unfolding between Y/N L/N and actor Cillian Murphy. It is unclear how Kirsten Mann is involved and Meskin wasn’t able to comment on Mann’s relationship with L/N’s.

Murphy and L/N have been working together with others, including Meskin, on the United Arts and Music Festival since earlier this year. The festival is set to take place later this year and will feature L/N as well as Murphy’s long term girlfriend Amanda Winter.

Meskin said that he was saddened by L/N’s actions but has accepted her decision.

‘There is not much I can do. Unfortunately, these things happen but it’s simply sad to know that not only one, but two relationships have been destroyed by her actions’ Meskin said when referring to what sounds like an affair between L/N and Murphy.

It is not clear whether Murphy and Winter have since separated but it appears to be likely as L/N and Murphy were spotted in front of Le Maison Restaurant in Dublin late yesterday evening.

The picture appeared on Twitter shortly after the date night between Murphy and L/N and has since received a large number of comments as fans question what happened with Amanda Winter and criticise the twenty year ago gap between Murphy and L/N.

“Perhaps he’s following into the footsteps of other Hollywood actors like DiCaprio who like their girlfriends much younger” one person commented on Twitter.

Neither L/N or Murphy have commented on the rumours but, with L/N’s social media presence, it is probably just a matter of time until a statement is received.

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Lover of Mine

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jj olatunji x fem!reader

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a/n: i started listening to 5sos again after like 3 years (thanks amy xx) and lover of mine makes me sob, so here we go

(gif from the lovely @sdmngifs​)

“Hope and I pray - Darling, that you will stay - Butterfly lies - Chase them away”

Of course you knew who JJ was when you’d first met him; despite what your friends thought, you didn’t actually live under a rock. You’d had no choice but to get to know him when two of your closest friends had attracted the attention of Ethan and Harry on a night out and spent the rest of the evening in the club with them.

You watched from the other side of the table as your friends flirted shamelessly. Hair twirling around fingers, teeth gliding over glossed lips… it was shambolic. “Let’s go for a girls night, they said. It will be so fun, they said”, you deadpan.

“Oh so this is a girls night”, JJ exclaimed, bursting out into laughter. “That’s cold, man”, he chuckled. “Come on, drinks on me”, he winked, taking your hand and leading you to the bar to pick up the next round for the table.

You’d spent the night chatting with JJ, occasionally dipping in and out of conversation with his friends and their girlfriends. It wasn’t until you’d turned to tell your friends that the next round was on you that you realised they’d left.

“The girls with Behz and Bog?”, Simon asked you. JJ nodded for you, knowing you didn’t know their names. “They all left about a half hour ago I think”, he told you sympathetically.

“Charming”, you scoffed, starting to gather your things, ready to call it a night. JJ took your hand before you could stand, though, leaning in close to speak to you.

“Fancy a nightcap?”, he asked.

Your immediate reaction was to say no. This famous youtube star come rapper come boxer would probably only want one thing from you, and you weren’t after that. But, how could you judge him, you’d only known him 3 hours. So, against what might have been your better judgement, you found yourself nodding and agreeing.

“Bailey’s?”, he asked once you’d entered his apartment, leading you over to the kitchen. You nodded, following him and watching as he poured out the two drinks. JJ knocked your glasses together gently before taking a sip.

You’d gone home that night with a big smile on your face and a new number nestled into your contacts, under JJ’s name. You still had your reservations about JJ, you’d only known him a few hours, after all. But deep down, you hoped that whatever you had could grow into something beautiful.

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Being with JJ was daunting. He had a massive, devoted fan base, a successful career not in one, but three different industries… And you were you. The niggling, self-sabotaging voice in your head always reminded you that JJ could do better, that no matter how good of a person he was, he would get bored of you. It took a lot to ignore the thoughts, the feelings that haunted you in the dark nights on your own.

JJ would remind you until he was blue in the face, if he had to, that he wouldn’t stay just to humour you. He’d often joke that he was too busy to waste his time on someone that he didn’t think was worth it in the long run, but by the way he held you in the dark nights that you shared, you knew that there was at least some truth to that.

“I'll never give you away - 'Cause I've already made - Already made that mistake” 

The honeymoon phase with JJ was a whirlwind. Fancy dinner dates sat across from JJ, tight white shirt pulled across his biceps; nights out with his friends, tucked under his arm so he could proudly show you off; dancing around the living room on JJ’s toes at all hours of the night.

And then JJ had music deadlines coming up, music videos to film, Sidemen videos to film… It wasn’t strange to not hear from JJ for days at a time. You tried not to worry, JJ had never given you reason to worry in the past. But there were only so many rain-checks you could take without starting to doubt your relationship. You felt guilty, how could you not. JJ was working, doing his job… You knew all of this when you entered a relationship with him.

Things were starting to look up, though. You were in an Uber on the way to JJ’s, meeting him there for your first evening out together in well over a month. You were dressed reasonably for the occasion, jeans, nice top and some heeled boots. You were excited for a few hours of JJ’s undivided attention, time for you and him to just catch up and be a normal couple again.

You knocked on the door of the apartment, surprised when Simon opened the door to you. “Y/N?”, he asked, confused.

“I’m meeting JJ here before we go out”, you told him. Simon’s face twisted into a look of guilt and remorse. “He isn’t here, is he?”, you asked, eyes dropping to the floor.

“Come wait inside, yeah? He’s probably stuck in traffic”, Simon offered, moving back to let you step into the apartment. You thanked him, following him in, pulling your shoes off before walking over to the sofa. “You good?”, Simon asked, not walking back down to his office until you’d given him a nod.

You sent JJ a text, letting him know that you were probably early, but you were at the apartment. You pulled your feet up onto the sofa, getting yourself comfortable. You let yourself get lost in a cocktail of Youtube, Twitter and TikTok. You didn’t realise how long you’d been sat there until the low battery notification popped up on your phone. Your eyes flicked to the clock on your screen. 10pm. You’d been sitting there for 4 hours.

You rolled your neck before standing up, grimacing at the pops and cracks of your stiff joints. You walk down to Simon’s office, knocking on the door. “I’m off home”, you told him, popping your head around the door. Simon turned to you, seeming shocked that you were still there.

“It’s late. Just stay, I’m not letting you go home through the middle of London on your own”, he told you. You hesitated before nodding, wishing Simon goodnight and taking yourself off to JJ’s room. You grabbed a t-shirt out of one of JJ’s drawers, heading to the bathroom to get changed and take your make-up off.

It wasn’t until you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, fully made up and ready for your date, that you started to cry. You sat on the side of the bath, head hung in your hands, as you let out full bodied sobs. This is what you were worried about, this is what JJ told you wouldn’t happen. Cancelling and rescheduling dates was one thing, but completely ignoring you and standing you up… You were heartbroken. 

You scrubbed your make up off, throwing your hair into a bun on your head and changing into JJ’s shirt. You padded out to the kitchen, on a mission to make yourself a cup of tea. “You want a tea?”, Simon called when he heard you walking over.

“Please”, you said, voice small and watery. He smiled sympathetically at you. You must have made quite the sight, messy hair, tear tracks running down your face and an oversized t-shirt skirting around your thighs. You leant against the wall, staying out of the way as Simon moved around the kitchen. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”, he asked you worriedly as he handed you your mug. 

“I will be. I just need some sleep, I think”, you told him, like your heart wasn’t tearing its way out of your chest as you spoke. You slumped off back to JJ’s room, crawling into bed and wrapping yourself in the duvet. You finished your tea, staring blankly at the wall opposite you, discarding the mug on the side table as soon as you were done.

 A fresh wave of tears started when you reached over to plug your phone in. You stayed at JJ’s that often that he’d bought you a charger so you didn’t have to worry about forgetting it. It seemed like something so trivial to cry over, but you couldn’t help it. That was the JJ you knew, JJ who bought you a phone charger so you had even less of an excuse not to stay over, JJ who bought your favourite brand of tea bags even though he knew you’d drink anything. Not this JJ, JJ who blew you off and stood you up.

 You hadn’t even bothered to shut the blinds, so you fell asleep staring out of the window, watching the lights of London’s skyline flicker and dance along the night sky.

-

You awoke to a sharp hiss and the other side of the bed dipping down. You looked over your shoulder, seeing JJ fumbling around in the dark. He looked over to you, face dropping with guilt. He opened his mouth to say something, but you simply turned over, tucking the duvet tighter under your chin.

 “I’m sorry”, JJ said behind you. “I know it’s not a good excuse, but time got away from me. We were writing and recording and next thing I know the producers started packing up, saying it was too late to do anything else”.

 He sounded genuinely apologetic and part of you wanted to roll over and let him take you into his arms and hold you until you forgave him. But a bigger part of you, an arguably pettier part of you, wanted him to suffer. You’d had to sit with no answer for hours, it was his turn now.

 JJ seemed to understand what your lack of answer meant. He quickly got changed and got ready for bed, sliding in next to you wordlessly. It took effort not to turn and wrap an arm or a leg around him like you usually would. “Night, Y/N”, JJ whispered into the dark of the room before shutting his eyes and willing himself to sleep.

 You awoke the next morning to JJ trying to bring a tray into the bedroom. You couldn’t help but giggle at the look of concentration cemented onto his face, tongue poking over his lip as his eyes stayed trained on the contents of the tray. “Good, you’re up”, he smiled once he’d rested the tray on the bed.

 “What’s this?”, you asked, shuffling yourself so you were sitting upright against the headboard.

 “An apology. I was a cunt last night. You don’t deserve that”, JJ started, perching himself next to you. “I fucked up. I’ve been fucking up. I’m so, so sorry”, he stressed, reaching over to take your hand in his. “I got tunnel vision with work. I shouldn’t have cancelled so much shit. Fuck”, he sighed.

 “Just promise you’ll try and make sure it doesn’t happen again?”, you asked, rubbing your thumb over the veins in JJ’s hand.

 “I promise. And if it does, just tell me. Tell me I’m being a cunt until I listen to you, okay?”, he said, smiling when you laughed and nodded. “Good”, he whispered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in and press a kiss to your temple.

“When I take a look at my life - And all of my crimes - You're the only thing that I think I got I right”

 Your arm was looped with Talia’s as you walked into the club where JJ’s release party was being held. Banners decorated in album art were draped around the top of the club, lights of all different colours bouncing off of the pictures of JJ’s face. Talia led you over to the cordoned off VIP area of the club.

 “Restricted access”, the man said, voice low and gruff. 

 “We should be on the list. Talia and Y/N”, Talia told him politely. He checked his list against your IDs before lifting the rope and letting you through. “Drinks. C’mon”, she urged, pulling your arm and dragging you over to the bar.

 Once you’d both got a drink in hand, you walked over to find JJ. “Hello, Mister”, you smiled, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Congratulations”, you whispered. JJ just rolled his eyes lovingly before introducing you to Randolph and S-X. “It’s great to finally meet you both, JJ’s said great things”, you beamed, reaching out to shake both of their hands.

JJ excused himself to go and talk to some official people regarding the party and the album itself, leaving you with a soft press of a kiss to your forehead. “Love you”, he murmured quietly, before walking off into the swarm of people.

 You spoke to Randolph and S-X for a few minutes before excusing yourself to go and find Talia, Freya and the boys. “Y/N!”, Freya called when she saw you. “You look amazing!”, she gushed, reaching out to pull you into a hug. 

“So do you, Frey”, you told her, holding her tight. You’d only just sat down next to her when JJ came up beside you, resting his arm on your shoulder. 

“Are you wanting to sit down?”, you asked him, smiling up at him.

“Just wondered if you want another drink before I do, me and Simon are going for another round”, he told you. You nodded, squeezing his fingers quickly before he left. You jumped straight back into your conversation with Freya, Talia joining soon after, followed by Josh. 

At the bar, as they waited for the drinks to be prepared, Simon caught JJ staring at you. “You did good”, he told JJ, leaning in so the younger man could hear him over the music.

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me”, JJ said simply, turning to Simon. “This is great, YouTube is great… I love it all”, he started, “But I’d give it all up in an instant for her. She’s put up with so much shit for me to get this album out and to keep a consistent video schedule and stuff with the boxing and everything. She doesn’t complain, just tells me when I’m being a cunt and to sort my shit out”.

Simon looked at JJ, convinced he’d never seen his best friend as love as he was in that moment. “I’m happy for you, bro”, Simon told him honestly, slapping his chest supportively before turning around to grab one of the trays of drinks that had been left on the bar.

 -

 Back at the apartment, once your slinky dress was discarded on the bathroom floor and JJ’s Versace jacket had been hung haphazardly on the back of his chair, you waited for JJ to get out of the shower and join you in bed. You flicked through the photos that you’d taken or been sent of the night, landing on your favourite of you and JJ that Talia had sent you once you’d piled into the Uber.

You’d been forcing JJ to cycle through a whole album of poses, making sure you got at least one decent one from the night as you and JJ were renowned for taking the blurriest of pictures. Simon had made a quip about how JJ was whipped and JJ had sniped back. You’d burst out into laughter, head tilted back, as JJ stared at you lovingly. The picture captured it perfectly; JJ’s arm tucked around your waist, your hand hooked over his shoulder, the look in JJ’s eyes that you knew was reserved for only you…

 “Whaddya lookin at?”, JJ asked, jumping onto the bed next to you and yanking you into his arms. You showed him the photo over your shoulder. “It’s cute. Send me it”, he told you. Once JJ had removed himself from your back, you rolled over so you could face him. You watched as he received the picture and immediately went to set it as his lock screen. “What?”, he asked defensively when you fixed him with a soft look.

“It’s just cute”, you told him, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. JJ’s hands came to your hips, guiding you over to sit on his lap. “I love you”, you whispered, resting your forehead against his. JJ nudged his head forward, dropping another kiss onto the corner of your mouth before looking up and meeting your eyes.

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know”.