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sebscore · 2 years ago

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please write about the gzd doing twitch streams! she would have the most entertaining ones i think. she react to different grill the grid videos and funny f1 videos too.

GLASS HALF FULL KINDA GAL

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader

warnings: swearing. drunk reader.

author's note: someone asked for gzd to do some streaming! I know it's not twitch, but i'm quite happy with the way this turned out! X

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''Hello, everyone! I am here again, gracing you with my presence!'' Y/N greeted the thousands of people tuning into her Instagram live.

She waved at the camera. ''I hope everyone had a great day or is about to have a great day, depends on where you live,'' she grinned, ''I'm here to live out my influencer life and unbox a package that has been delivered to me.''

Y/N grabbed the box from next to her so it was more visible on the screen. ''My good friend, Daniel Ricciardo sent me a box of his new wine collection,'' she showed the large logo to everyone, holding the box close to the camera, ''and I'm gonna try it out now.''

The young driver opens the package and picks out one of the three identical wine bottles. ''So this is called 'DR3 the Third Cabernet Sauvignon' and it was made in the South of Australia.'' She read the label out loud, an impressed look on her face.

Y/N held the wine bottle up in front of her phone as if she were a Youtuber showing their viewers the make-up product they were using. ''Very, very pretty.''

She took the corkscrew that she had quickly grasped before starting the live and easily opened the bottle. ''This isn't my first time at the rodeo, guys.'' Y/N chuckled as she saw fans commenting about how she opened the bottle with ease.

''Okay, let's taste this baby!'' Filling her glass with wine, she was excited to try Daniel's new wine.

The young woman made several comedic attempts at seeming like a professional wine expert; smelling the drink and spinning her glass around.

''Cheers, everyone!'' She tapped her glass against the screen of her phone.

Y/N took a big sip from the wine, letting out a big ''Ah'' at the end. ''I love this! Holy Moly, Danny Ric!'' She drank from her glass again, immediately filling it up again. ''I'm a fan!''

She glanced at the comments, seeing a certain Australian man camping in there. ''Danny! You're here! I just drank it, it's amazing!''

| danielricciardo that's some fine wine

| danielricciardo happy you like it 💙

| danielricciardo say hi to me, pls

| danielricciardo HI Y/N!!

''Hi, Daniel! I miss you, haven't seen you in a while.'' Y/N pouted, waving to the camera. ''You better be there in Melbourne! It won't be the same otherwise.'' She said, trying to come across as threatening.

| danielricciardo will be there 😎

| danielricciardo miss you too

| landonorris you're drinking again?

Y/N rolled her eyes at the entrance of the Brit. ''Fuck off, Lando. People who have won a Grand Prix get to drink on a livestream.'' She teased him, a smirk on her face.

| landonorris okay, that is mean

| landonorris drink then i guess

Before she knew it, her once full glass was empty again. ''Let's fill you up, eh?'' She cringed as the words left her mouth. ''Ew- that sounds disgusting. Forget I said that.''

''Dan, good thing you put three bottles in here- I'm really enjoying myself and these babies.'' The 'babies' being the wine bottles.

| alex_albon a Y/N drunk live? don't want to miss that

''Albono!'' She greeted Alex, excitedly. ''Where is Lily, though? I want her here.''

| alex_albon my presence isn't good enough for you? 😒

''No, your presence is not good enough.'' Y/N bluntly answered, grinning from ear to ear.

She scratched her voice. ''Am I drinking this too fast? My glass is almost done and I refilled it like 2 minutes ago.'' The driver observed her glass, frowning when she saw it was almost empty again.

| danielricciardo yes, you are drinking too fast

| landonorris no, you're not

| landonorris drink faster

| landonorris I can drink way faster 😌

''Norris, are you challenging me?'' She raised her eyebrow at the camera as if she was looking at Lando in real life. ''Accepted, Rumple.''

| alex_albon this is a disaster waiting to happen

| lilymhe you look lonely, Y/N 😏💋

''Lily! My wife is here, guys!'' Y/N yells as soon as she saw Lily's comment. ''I do look lonely,'' she smirked, ''I bet you can fix that.''

| alex_albon STOP IT

| alex_albon ENOUGH

| lilymhe wait for me ❤️❤️❤️

''Alex, you stop it with the jealousy! Never let someone's boyfriend stop you from finding your wife, guys!'' She told the viewers as if she was a teacher telling her students about an important subject.

Y/N took another big gulp from her wine, leaving it empty. ''Should I just drink from the bottle, cause I don't plan on stopping soon.'' She showed said bottle to the viewers as if they could talk back to her.

''Oh, fuck it.'' She put her glass away and started drinking from the bottle itself.

| danielricciardo CALM DOWN

| georgerussell63 You worry me sometimes.

''Go away, Russell George!'' Y/N exclaimed, waving her hand at the camera. ''You only drink tea, you're not allowed to judge me.''

''I'm just joking, you can stay.'' The pretend annoyed look on her face was replaced for a genuine smile. ''As long as you don't judge me, you British tall glass of water.'' The driver quickly added with a teasing grin.

| georgerussell63 I have to go.

| georgerussell63 I have to make tea 😉

| landonorris BYE GEORGE 👋👋👋👋

''Anyway,'' Y/N gave the camera a sassy look, ''we should turn this into a Q&A! If you have questions for me- please leave them in the comments!'' She loudly clapped her hands together, scaring herself at the loud sound.

| user1 Y/N, are you drunk yet?

''No, I'm not drunk,'' the woman answered, ''I have a very high alcohol tolerance!''

| landonorris she doesn't

| danielricciardo No, you really don't

| pierregasly you were on the floor after one pastis 😅

''Shut up and when did Pierre get here?'' Y/N shook her head at her colleagues' comments. ''Gasly, you don't know what you're talking about.'' She dismissed his reply, despite knowing he's telling the truth.

| user2 there's something behind you

Y/N's eyes widened at the comment, slowly looking behind her. ''Dude- fuck off! Don't say stuff like that! I don't have a ghost in my house!'' She put her hand on her heart, feeling the rapid beating underneath her palm.

''It would be cool to have one, though.'' She thought deeply. ''Like, I would be less lonely and we could keep each other company… I hope they're like, cool, like not a serial killer, you know? Or a child- UGH! Please, don't let it be a child! I like kids, but I don't want to have one and especially not a ghost one.''

| landonorris who is youre favourite driver? 🤭

| georgerussell63 It is 'your', Lando.

| alex_albon your*

| landonorris don't you have drivers to hit?

''My favourite driver? Well, Lando, that's an excellent question! My answer is Lewis Hamilton! My favourite McLaren driver of all time.'' She smiled evilly.

| landonorris 😑

| danielricciardo excuse me

| danielricciardo that's my wine you are drinking 😤

''Danny, you're my second favourite! And my bottle is almost done so you can see that I'm really appreciating the wine.'' Y/N defended her answer, once again showing the bottle to the camera.

| user3 How old are you?

''I'm 23!'' She replied, excitedly. ''That's also the amount of brain cells Lando has, funny enough.''

| landonorris meanie

| landonorris I don't want to be your friend anymore 😢

''Wait- we were friends to begin with? Oh, Lando…'' Y/N dramatically shook her head, sighing in feigned disappointment as if she were a teacher upset with her student. ''You have so much to learn about the real world.''

''Also, now that we're on the topic of the real world,'' she started off speaking about the new thought that had somehow found its way into her head, ''Pluto.''

''Like, I feel so bad for them. They were just chilling, you know? And then on one tragic day, they were just kicked out - as if they were nothing. I wonder how they're doing these days. I was heartbroken when I received the news. The solar system hasn't been the same without them.'' She bumped her fist on her chest and pointed at the sky, shouting Pluto out.

| danielricciardo pls stop drinking

| danielricciardo you're doing it again

| user4 WHY IS SHE TALKING ABOUT PLUTO BEING KICKED OUT OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM HELP

| user5 SHES SO DRUNK OMFG

''That second bottle is looking very sexy right now, I can't lie.'' Y/N eyed the second bottle in the wine box, pursing her lips.

| alex_albon Y/N NO!

| pierregasly dude, you're on live 😂😂😂

| user6 DONT DRINK MORE

''You know when you tell a child that they shouldn't do something, but it makes them want to do it even more? Yeah, that is what's happening right now.'' The driver chuckled, grabbing the bottle out of the box and opening it with the corkscrew.

''I already know I'm going to regret this, but frankly, I don't give a shit.'' And with that she took a large gulp of the wine.

| user7 do you want to become world champion this year?

Y/N gave the camera a side-eye as she read the question out loud. ''I mean… isn't that kinda the point? HA! No, I'm just doing all of this for funsies.''

''But Max will probably win this year again… I'm gonna try to not let that happen, but that Red Bull… it's too good.'' She sighed, getting more real thinking about the season.

''You know… maybe the real World Championship is the friends we made along the way.''

| charles_leclerc oh, you are really drunk 😂

| pierregasly I told you, charlito

| zhouguanyu24 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

| landonorris someone needs to hack her account and stop this

''Please, don't hack my account.'' Y/N said in a monotone voice. ''Am I acting bad or something? I'm just answering questions, Lando.''

| nicorosberg Hello, Y/N! 👋

''BRITNEY!'' The young woman exclaimed as she noticed the former driver's comment. ''You know how this shit works? Damn, what can't Nico Rosberg do?''

''You're still my favourite Monaco-based Youtuber, by the way.'' She winked at the camera, pretending it is the German she's winking at. ''I can't believe I have a World Champion watching my Instagram live.''

''You really are a legend for 2016, Brit.''

| nicorosberg Thank you!

| danielricciardo I think it's time to log off, Y/N…

| user8 NOT HER TALKING TO NICO LIKE THAT 😭😭

| user9 Y/N PLS TALK ABOUT BROCEDES WE KNOW YOU GOT THE TEA ☕️☕️

| user10 lewis and seb watching this : 👁👄👁

''Gentlemen, a short view back to the past-''

THE LIVE HAS ENDED

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vintagevict0ria · 7 months ago

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𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

Chapter 3 "But what would you do if I went to touch you now?"

pairing: Adam Driver x f!reader content: Alcohol consumption, fingering, handjob, close proximity trope, smut, MDNI!! a/n: omg- all time my favorite chapter ive written so far. I've also planned to have around 6-7 chapters!! Its been so fun to write this and sometimes I can never stop. When i said this would come out on saturday- I was fully convinced I would have it done by friday and have it out this morning. BUT last night I was at a party and didn't get back till midnight. So this morning i cranked out this chapter on dunkin coffee and a donut. ALSO first sex chapter??!!! IDK if its too soon but who cares! we love a good close proximity trope!!!! I am so excited for yall to read this!! The love and support for this series has been amazing and Im so grateful!! LOVE YOU ALL!! xoxo

“It was mine.”

The wine glass, suddenly and slowly, was taken away and set back down on the table. Your heart was jumping out of your chest but Adam could be far from affected. His eyes were locked in on the menu in front of him. “What do you think you're going to get?” He glanced up at you. You were captivated by him. His eyes. His nose. His smile. It was all beautiful. You wondered if he thought about you as much as you did him. The call of your name shook you out of your trance. “Huh? Oh yeah um- I was thinking of the Ribeye with a lobster tail aaand a side salad.” You placed your menu back down and grabbed your glass. Adam nodded, looking back down at the menu.

“Are we ready to order?” The waiter walked back over and Adam gestured for you to go ahead. After a while of Adam going back and forth on what to get, he finally ordered.

It didn't take long for the food to arrive, but you had already drank half a bottle of wine and had no appetite. In order to push away your feelings for the man in front of you, you stupidly assumed alcohol was the answer. “Yeah an’ then he kiss her!” Your mind was a blur. Words slurring together as you spoke. Adam had eaten his food and ordered for yours to be taken to-go. Laughing, you poured yourself another glass but Adam grabbed the bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet before you could finish. “Heyyyyyy!” Your attempt to fight back was useless as he pulled back and placed it out of your reach. “Here, let's get you some water, okay?” Adam raises his eyebrow at the passing waiter- he knew instantly when he looked quickly at you- taking a heavy sip of what you did pour into your glass- and then at Adam who had the expression of ’help.’ all over him. This is the last thing you remember- that was until your vision was black.

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You weren't sure what time it was. Your head pounded and your world was spinning around you. Slowly, you sat up. You squeezed your eyes shut before rubbing them open with the palms of your hands. Setting your hands beside you, you realized something- you aren't in your bed. Or your room. At this realization, you jumped off the bed and stood in the middle of the room. You looked around the dark, monochromatic, room around you. You listened closely to see if you could hear anything that gave you clues to where you were. Then you heard the faint sound of water running in the room adjacent to you. But for some reason, something still felt off. You went to adjust your dress when you realized that you weren't wearing the red dress you had put on. At this point, panic set in. Not only were you in a random ass room, but your kidnapper had taken off your dress and replaced it with an oversize ‘budweiser’ t-shirt. Then the sound of water stopped. Glancing around the room, you tried to find somewhere to hide but it was too late. The bathroom door swong open. A dark mysterious figure stood there, a white towel around its waist. You weren't sure if it was the hangover, but you couldn't make out the face of your abductor. The figure then turned on the light, revealing themselves. It was Adam. You immediately found comfort in knowing you indeed had not been kidnapped. His towel was loosely tied around his hips, his full chest and abs on full display. “Good morning.” Adam spoke as he grabbed a smaller towel to dry his dark locks. “Good morning.” You were now back on the bed. You laid down and hit the bed with a groan. “So, how bad was I?” Adam let out a chuckle, turning to you.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Well, you had about a bottle and a half of wine, passed out at the restaurant. Carried you to the cab and back here. I wasn't really sure what to do so I put you on the couch. Then you threw up all over your dress, and I gave you a spare shirt I had.” You couldn't help but laugh. As you sat up, you continued to laugh but the uncomfortableness sat in and the laughing turned to tears- you were sobbing-. At Adam's realization, he ran over to you, squatting down. “Hey hey hey, it's okay! What's wrong?” You were on the edge of his bed, head in your hands. Adam, who was in front of you, placed a hand on your knee and said your name. “God, I'm so sorry! This is so embarrassing! It was just supposed to be a nice dinner but I had to be stupid and now I'm here! In your bed! In your clothes! God what is wrong with me!” Adam- who mind you, was shirtless, and with wet hair, had this look of deep concern on his face. “There's nothing to be embarrassed about.” He laughed, running his hand through his hair. “Here, let's get you in the shower and I’ll get Carolina to pick you up. Sounds good?” Wiping the remainder of your tears, you nodded. Adam smiled. Taking your hand and guiding you go to the bathroom. His bathroom was modern but mostly dark. Black and white tiles plastered the shower walls.Once you had gotten out of the shower, you put Adam's shirt back on. It smelled like Sauvage by Dior. Adams' scent was surrounding you and it was intoxicating. Adam walked you to the door but grabbed your wrist before you walked out and spun you around to face him. You both held eye contact for at least 5 seconds before clashing into each other with a kiss. It was a slight peck but it drove this euphoric feeling to your core. When Adam pulled back, his face was flushed and quietly whispered “God i'm so sorry i just-” You shushed him “No it's okay, I’ll see you tomorrow Driver.” A few minutes later, Carolina came to pick you up. Entering the car you gave her a stern look “No questions. Nothing. Do you hear me?” She laughed, “Okay okay” Before the car drove off you realized you had left your wallet and keys in Adam's room.

You jumped out of the car and ran inside. “Hey sorry! I left my wal-” You didn't get to finish your sentence because Adam's mouth was on yours. Then his hands grabbed ahold of your waist, bringing you closer to him. Your hands followed but went up to his beautiful hair. His mouth was intoxicating and this feeling was new to you. “Fuck im so sorry Ive just been wanting to do that for a while.” You shut him up by kissing him. “Shut up Driver” Adam moaned into your mouth, the grip on your waist tightened as he pushed you into the living room and laid you on the couch. A million thoughts were running through your mind- was this really happening? You were on Adam Driver's couch and he was on top of you???!?!?!??! But there was no time for thinking- His hands were already in your pants- well your underwear because the only thing you had on was his shirt. “Wait wait wait” Adam pulled back- face flushed red. “Are you sure you want to do this Adam?” He paused before replying, “I mean we have to practice for the scene in the movie, don't we?” His words were echoing in your head and all you could do was nod your head. When he started to kiss you again, his rough and large fingers started to linger over your sex. When two of his fingers entered your shopping hole, your back arched against the couch. “oh my-'' you let out a moan of his name as he began to curl and pulse his fingers against the spongy spot that made your vision go blurry. Your free hand that wasn't tangled in his hair- traveled down his chest and down to his sweats where he was rock solid. The second your hand started to brush against him, his body contracted and shivered under your touch. The mix of a moan and a whisper of your name left his mouth. His fingers were speeding up and you weren't sure how much longer he would last. Your hand, finally in his pants, started stroking him and matched the pace of his fingers inside you. “Shit- Adam im-” He was now going faster than before, attending to get you to reach you high as soon as possible. His thumb began to rub slow and hard circles on your clit and you were gone. Your hips matched bucked against him and loud moans and whines left your voice. “C’mon, you can do it. Cum for me.” His soft spoken words took you over the edge. The living room reverberated the sounds of both you and Adams moans as you both reached your climax.

Now panting, you realized Carolina was still waiting on you. “Shit shit I have to go! Where are my keys?” You maneuvered yourself out from under Adam and adjusted yourself. “On the table-” Once you saw them you grabbed them and were out of the house before Adam could say anything else.You appoligized to Carolina when you sat in the passenger seat. “Sorry, me and Adam were uh… talking. Got distracted.” Your friend raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh that makes sense. So how did your hair get messy and why are you painting and sweating?”

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sangfielle · 9 months ago

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Okay i am officially out of space on my computer because im not deleting any more of my games for this, so i'm stopping looking for now. here's what i have lined up to check out at the moment, though i know i definitely missed some games that i'll be interested in...

notable absences here: longstory 2 (i loooved longstory as a kid so i am excited for an excuse to check it out as an adult and see how it is) & the rubro rose's castle - i was interested in checking out both of these games but their store pages don't actually seem to have a way to download a demo? so my efforts to get a piece of those games that i can play are foiled for the moment. also i just lied i had enough space to download the gatekeeper demo so i'm doing that too

i'll put all the actual names of the games in the image utc

Case files behind closed doors

Touchstarved

Dungeonborne

Stellar initiative

Children of the sun

Death trick: double blind

Cryptmaster

Tokyo psychodemic

Imperial grace

Bewitching sinners

Rotwood

Baladins

Blood midnight blossom

Resurrect

Cabernet

#blud

Diets & deities

Deep russian depression

Under the snow

Islands of insight

News tower

Ad fundum

Profiler files - new orleans

Back to school

The hungry lamb

Under the yoke

What have you done, father?

Gestalt: the fifth day

The posthumous investigation

Until then

Glam pursuit

Longstory 2

Matchmaker: dungeon heart

Love in a bottle

Fallen seeds

Turlock holmes

Sanatorium - a mental asylum simulator

Type king

Alchemy: origins

United sects of america

Balatro

Pricolage idolized

Alcyone: the last city

Meta-ghost: the breaking show

Menace from the deep

Vellum

Quit today

Dreamsweeper

Aden

Rolling for romance

Passage: a job interview simulator

#if other people who have been checking out nextfest stuff have any suggestions id love to hear them since like i said i def missed games #personal

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starfall-spirit · 2 years ago

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AN: Italian wine flights! I'm barely old enough to buy liquor and I've never been to Florence so let's all just pretend I know what the hell I'm talking about.

Side note: Why did I make them touristy? Why couldn't they just spend their fake honeymoon in bed. With Rhys as a fake husband, I sure as hell would.

Renaissance Masterlist

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Chapter V: I Won't Say I'm in Love

Feyre was positively giddy that day, almost skipping down the street and jostling Rhys to a point where he was forced to pull his arm from her hand. He was finding it somewhere between cute and just plain amusing. He had rather foolishly asked what one thing she was most excited to see was.

The look Feyre turned on him was incredulous. “What am I not excited to see?” she had retorted. Apparently the gallery housed the work of what seemed like endless names. He could only remember a handful.

“Caravaggio, Michelangelo, Parmigianino, Raphael, Bandinelli.” She had gone on and on in the time it took them to view the sculptures and paintings on exhibition.

His lack of knowledge in the way of art history kept him at a disadvantage. Feyre was just a little too smug about that failing and teased him mercilessly between explanations of one piece and another. She spoke with such reverence and passion, he just couldn’t bring himself to be offended.

Three hours later they stood with a kiosk-type dinner in hand, walking down the street. “Where are we going?” Feyre asked, leaning into him as she watched the sky pinken. Free of clouds, it would make for a stunning sunset.

He smiled, itching to wrap his arm around her. She was a vision in the knee length dress Mor had swiped from her own closet. With everyone refusing to let Feyre return to her apartment after she got those messages, Feyre could only pack the handful of outfits she kept for emergencies at Mor’s place. “Now that we’ve eaten something, I wanted to take you to a popular vineyard in the area.”

“Ah, someone told you I’m a lightweight, did they? They lie.”

He cocked a brow, having learned well enough these months she couldn’t handle much more than two glasses before she was getting herself in trouble with Mor and his brothers. “Of course not, Feyre darling. I have the highest faith in your alcohol tolerance. And I have no intention of getting you drunk. How does a flight of reds sound?”

“You really are spoiling me, you know.”

“Does that mean you’re in?”

“Yes. If…”

“If?” He’d do just about anything for this woman and he didn’t care if she knew it.

“If you take me dancing later.”

“Dancing?” She hummed, absently lacing her fingers through his. “Alright, Archeron. I’ll take you dancing.”

She giggled as he turned her under his arm, catching her around the waist. He let himself imagine dancing with her for a moment, her loose skirt swaying as he held her, her head tucking under his chin. “Smooth,” her voice broke his fantasy. “Real smooth.”

“Just so you know you can trust me on the dance floor.”

“Mhm. Is that it? Come on.”

Marchesi Frescobaldi had been one of his parents’ favorite producers, from what he could remember. His first wine tasting had been at sixteen, from a bottle of Cabernet that came from the estate looking over the Arno river—Castello di Nipozzano.

“Would you like to hear a little trivia about your beloved artists, Feyre? The wineries on the Frescobaldi estates started up in the 1300s, but what made them famous in the fifteenth century was the favoritism of artists of the time. Donatello is the only name I can recall. It was popular among English nobles as well, but you don’t care so much about that.”

He went on spouting what trivia he knew, stroking the slender fingers once again laced through his. He didn’t think she was even conscious of the action at this point. What that said, he wasn’t ready to guess at. Not with little more than a dream as evidence.

~~~~~

Distance, distance, distance, distance, Feyre tried to remind herself. So why the hell was she holding his hand? Why was she letting him spoil her? Why was she letting him take her to a freaking castle for a few flights of wine. Even in Italy there had to be cheap grocery store bottles to take back to your house, right?

Yet here they were, waltzing into this fourteenth century winery, Rhys looking like his usual confident self. And her compromise had been that he later take her dancing. Was she already drunk?

“Feyre.” She snapped her eyes to Rhys’. He gave her that rare boyish smile before leaning over to whisper in her ear. “I can almost hear you catastrophizing over there. Relax.”

“I am relaxed,” she snapped quietly. “If a bit out of my element here.” A white lie, really.

Embarrassed, she tugged her hand free of his. He merely reached to rub his thumb over the back of her neck, just as he had when they’d gone to meet his family. And despite her “catastrophizing” it worked again.

“Believe it or not, darling, I’m no connoisseur either. We’re here for our own enjoyment. You don’t have to impress anyone. You don’t have to say a word if you don’t want to. Just try to relax,” he repeated.

Let him think a wine tasting was what had her stressed.

Distance, distance, distance.

She leaned in a little closer, just as she had been subconsciously doing all night, she realized. His thumb dropped from her neck, that arm slowly wrapping around her back as they approached the small group scheduled for the tasting. They were nearly the last to join the group of about twenty and were seated quickly.

“See?” he teased, pulling her chair. “No one shooed us out the door.”

“You’re not funny,” she murmured, ignoring him even as he put his hand over hers, his middle finger tracing down each of hers one by one, then back again the other way. “You know if you—we—keep this up, your dear cousin is going to start getting ideas about us.”

“Feyre, we’re two attractive, consenting adults on a foreign honeymoon.” His finger caught on the wedding band she still wore for some reason. “Ideas are inevitable.”

There seemed to be a trend on this vacation of Rhys getting the last word, because a moment later another staff member arrived at their table with two identical flight trays in hand. “Impeccable timing,” she muttered, earning a grin from Rhys.

All she could say about the two-ounce pours was that they were indeed four different wines, judging by shade and scent. She didn’t have a shot at naming them without Rhys translating for their server.

She really tried to pay attention as Rhys went on about the dry reds they were trying, but he had shifted closer to keep his voice low—respectful to the group around them. And that hand that had been tracing her fingers was now a warmth over her thigh—his pointer finger fiddling with her dress’ hem—that she found impossible to dismiss. Did this man even realize what he was doing to her?

Distance, distance, distance. If she could just keep that in mind. Oh God, she asked him to take her dancing. Now she was catastrophizing. “Feyre.” Their table had nearly cleared. “Are you sure you want to stay out? You seem a bit…”

She was a bit of a mental mess, is what she was. “Can we go back to the villa?”

He squeezed her hand. “Of course. We’ll dance another night.”

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@goddess-aelin // @shallyne // @the-lonelybarricade // @the-lost-changeling // @faeriequeensuriel // @pandavelaris // @s-uppertime // @reverie-tales // @acourtofwips // @jealousveronya

#a renaissance romance #feysand #honeymoon #i told you the muses were coming for feyre #acotar #fanfiction #modern au #italy #yes i got excited and posted early

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poppetsisters · 1 year ago

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Council of Reed is cool and all, but what about a Council of Sue? Imagine 616 Susan Storm enters and it's a bunch of wine moms shit-talking their husband and brother all day. Unlike Reed, Susan only needs 5 minutes to realize this place isn't for her.

Earth 42 Sue: Ugh and I hate it when Reed stims like a little girl about molecules and shit. Earth 76 Sue: God, can't he get excited in a normal way? So pathetic. Earth 616 Sue: WELL I FOR ONE APPRECIATE THE LOVE MY HUSBAND HAS FOR SCIENCE! What am I even doing here? I have kids to raise. The cabernet sucks anyway.

#susan storm #invisible girl #invisible woman #council of sue

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breannasewell · 9 months ago

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She blushed slightly when she kissed her hand. She was always so sweet to her in their messages that she wasn't surprised she was just as sweet in person. "I would love some wine. I believe a cabernet should pair well with the Alfredo sauce but hold me to that knowledge." She laughed slightly. "Well, I am really excited to be able to try actual authentic Italian cuisine. I would do anything to get to visit Italy again sometime."

Dani had been talking to Bree on an off again for a couple a weeks. The attraction was certain there. Physically as well as mentally, and she finally sacked up and asked her out in a date. Nothing to extreme just a quaint little Café in little Italy of New York city. She hoped it was tucked away enough to where she could enjoy a nice night with a beautiful girl. She put her earrings in and did a once over in her foyer mirror before leaving her loft. Bree was so cute and beautiful at the same time and she lived a normal life which just made her heart warm. Bree wasn't just interested in her because she was an avenger.

@breannasewell

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misshoneybee · 2 years ago

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˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𖥔 ࣪ ˖

— ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈ℋ𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎ℬ𝑒𝑒'𝓈 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 —

Pairing: Daddy!Andy Barber x Nanny!Reader Content Warnings: Daddy kink, ddlg undertones, somnophilia, dubious/non consent, age gap (Reader is early twenties, Andy is mid-forties), fingering, oral sex (f-rec), dirty talk, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), overstimulation, general smut bc this is kinktober so minors, dni!! Word Count: 4.7k A/N: Here we are!!! This is my first Kinktober and I am nervous to write all these new kinks and characterizations but also incredibly excited. I'm so sorry that this was so delayed, my loves! Work has been hell for the past week but I've finally had time to proofread this. As always, I do my best to keep my reader as inclusive as possible but please let me know if there's anything I can do to improve upon it! There's no use of Y/N or anything else where you need to insert information to read just because that's my personal preference! Anyway, please enjoy and I'd adore some feedback, if anyone feels so inclined! Navigation: Masterpost | Playlist | Divider Credit | Kinktober Masterpost | October Fifteenth Summary: Working as the Barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?

Although, you couldn’t exactly say that you loved your job, the accommodations and compensation made what little aggravation you faced in the course of a workday well worth it. While most students from your college town had picked up odd jobs in busy restaurants or quaint little shops, you’d become a live-in nanny for the Barber family. It was a perfect situation really—your tuition was covered by scholarships, you only worked in the afternoons and evenings, you didn’t have to pay for housing, the ‘work’ was a piece of cake, and your employer was the hottest man you'd ever fucking seen.

Jacob was a pretty quiet kid—and maybe a bit too old to have a nanny, at the age of thirteen—so you were essentially just paid to ensure he didn’t sneak out of the house and ate a somewhat balanced dinner on the nights that his dad got home late from work or other engagements. The family unit was small with only Jacob and his father and, now by extension, you.

District Attorney Andy Barber had quietly left his wife a year earlier and moved he and his son away from their small hometown to start over just as you’d arrived in the city to begin your third year of school. You’d met in the aisles of a dark liquor store as you stood in front of the vast selection of wine, teeth digging into your lower lip as your eyes scanned all the labels on the red varietals: merlot, cabernet sauvignon, Malbec, pinot noir, Sangiovese.

Seeing your hesitation at making a selection, he’d easily swooped in and found you something sweet, saying it reminded him of you with a charming grin. It was an unassuming bottle with a minimalistic label—a vin santo that flooded your tongue with a sweetness that reminded you of warm summer days and cherry jam. It was perfect—and that was where it all began.

You’d crossed paths in your small college town several more times and now, more than a year later, you’d settled into the Barber’s lives seamlessly. The big colonial house, tucked away in the gated neighborhood, was quiet as the clock approached one in the morning. Andy had needed to attend some gala, to rub shoulders and grease palms and do all other sorts of lawyerly things, so after dinner, you had taken it upon yourself to clean up around the house after Jacob had gone to bed.

The kitchen had been cleaned from dinner you’d made, the dishes had been washed and put away, and you’d finished the laundry. All of the linens had been tucked away in the hall closet but you found yourself hesitating at the door of Andy’s empty bedroom as sleepiness began to sink into your bones. There were just a few shirts that needed to be hung in his closet. You rocked back and forth on your heels, deliberating silently as you propped the basket on your hip, looking up and down the silent, empty hall as if he’d appear and chastise you for even entertaining the idea. He’d never said his room was off-limits to you; in fact, Andy had always told you to make yourself at home.

It would only be for a few minutes anyway.

Stifling a yawn, you quietly opened the heavy, wooden door and slipped into the dark room. Flipping the light-switch turned on a lamp, dimly bathing the unfamiliar space in a warm, comforting light. It looked just like you’d imagined it—not that you’d spent a long time picturing your employer’s room.

No—never.

Certainly not when he came down to the kitchen on Saturday mornings in worn flannel pajama pants and made coffee for the two of you to share in silence as Jacob slept in, and definitely not when you lay in your bed, in the room just next door to his, with your fingers slipping beneath the silky fabric of your panties as you remembered the feeling of his eyes on you from across the dinner table.

Feeling your face grow warm as you shoved those thoughts away, you quickly opened the door to his closet. It was as organized as you’d have thought it to be. The hangers and collars were all turned in a uniform direction, the shirts organized by shade and hue from dark to light. Humming softly to yourself, you finished the chore quickly before something on the foot of his pristinely made bed caught your eye.

The fall air that had invaded the New England coast had brought a chill, and along with it, a shift in his wardrobe. It was a deep, forest green sweater of his that had silently become your favorite item in his closet. Cautiously, you picked up the article and bit your lip to stop a quiet sigh from escaping your lips. It was soft and you’d imagined yourself running your hands over his chest while he wore it dozens of times.

The clock on his bedside table read just after one; when Andy had left that afternoon, he’d mentioned that it would be close to two before he’d return home from Boston. You knew exactly what you wanted. Padding softly across the room, you closed the door with an almost silent ‘click’ of the latch. You couldn’t help it; you could feel your heart beating against your breastbone and the way your panties had grown damp at just the thought.

There was a bit of a thrill as you slipped out of your ratty collegiate sweatshirt and allowed it to fall on to the soft carpet without a sound, your short cheer shorts following suit. Bare to the cold room, you felt goosebumps prickle your skin and you weren’t sure if your nipples had grown hard from your admittedly overactive imagination, or the exposure.

Slipping the woven cashmere over your head, you let out a soft sigh as the fabric caressed your skin and enveloped you in a scent that was purely Andy. It was something expensive; you’d seen the bottle on his bureau. A sweet, smoky wood scent that clung to his skin and the fibers of his clothes—fuck, you wanted to be covered in it.

Crawling on to the king-sized bed that took up the center of his spacious room, you couldn’t help but giggle as you sank into the plush, white duvet that covered it. Your fingers and toes curled against the cotton, and, in the back of your mind, you knew you’d have to smooth it all out before you returned to your own room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the moment.

All you could think about was Andy in this bed, his hand working his hardened cock as quiet groans strained from his throat. You knew he did it every night before he fell asleep. You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew that, just separated by a single wall, you listened carefully and covered your mouth, fucking yourself along with him.

Allowing your eyes to drift shut, your fingers trailed down your body, rubbing the damp fabric that clung to the lips of your wet pussy, whimpering softly as you brushed against the hardened nub of your clit. God—you wished it was him. His fingers teasing your cunt, his tongue brushing over your nipple before grazing it with his teeth.

Clenching the duvet, that was covered in the musky, heavy scent of him, with white knuckles, it didn’t take long for you to reach the precipice. Biting your lip, almost painfully, you stifled a cry. The way your walls fluttered around your fingers, as your thighs clenched hard, and your toes curled into the soft sheets made you feel like you were flying. Writhing against the now too-warm bed, you felt that fuzzy, pleasurable feeling wash over you like the sun’s rays as you came back down. Touching yourself had never felt so good before—how could you go back to your normal nightly activities?

Slipping your hand from the sodden fabric, it was like your body was on autopilot. Your breathing slowed as your post-orgasm brain returned from the stratosphere. It wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes for just a minute. One minute, then you’d take off his too-soft sweater and get rid of any evidence that you’d even been here. One minute, then you’d go to your own room and lay down and go to sleep with your little secret.

Just one minute, then…

The lights were off in the silent house. Andy carefully allowed the heavy front door to close behind him, turning the deadbolt as he shut out the rest of the night. Running a hand over his scruff-covered chin, he let out an uninhibited yawn. The day had been long, the night even longer, and he longed for sleep. Leaving his briefcase in his office, and his rumpled jacket folded over his arm, he quietly padded up the stairs and down the hall.

With a gentle knock on Jacob’s door, and no answer in response, he quietly peered inside. A muss of brown hair rested on his pillow, barely visible under the plaid quilt that covered the bed. Jacob hadn’t snuck out since you’d taken on the task of nannying him, but Andy always liked to be certain, not quite trusting the little shit—and for good reason. Quietly closing the door, he continued down the hall before coming to rest in front of your room. He frowned, looking at the floor for that telltale strip of light that usually spilled from beneath the door and tattled to him that you were still awake, usually reading or listening to music or watching something on your laptop.

You were a night owl, and it wasn’t even two in the morning; you never fell asleep this early unless you had an exam the next day and he knew that wasn’t the case. It was the weekend. He’d gotten to know your schedule intimately, getting a copy of your class and assignment schedule from you under the guise of staying in the loop. Truth be-told, he just wanted to know how your days went and where you were. Erring on the side of caution, he gently rapped a knuckle against your door, quietly murmuring your name just inches away from the wooden barrier, knowing you’d hear, if you were actually awake.

Met with silence, he felt a tug in his chest. He knew you weren’t the lightest sleeper; once when he’d apologized for doing lawn work on an early Saturday morning, you’d told him, with a sheepish blush, that you hadn’t even noticed the loud mower outside your window. Knocking once more, louder this time, he called your name with no response. Resting a hand on your doorknob, he hesitated.

Though it was unspoken, he’d deemed your room off-limits…but what if you were hurt? Or sick? What if something had happened to you after Jacob went to bed? Talking himself out of walking away, he turned the cold, metal knob. The door opened silently and he hesitated before taking a step inside, his eyes searching the pitch black for your form.

Adjusting to the dark, his eyes could make out the frilly pink sheets of your still-made bed. With a frown, he flicked on the light and took in the space that he’d only ever caught occasional glimpses of. Through the worry, there was a pique of intrigue. Everything was shades of pastel, a little stuffed bunny propped up against your pillow. It was all so innocent and girly. Sweet and saccharine, just like you.

A light on your nightstand got his attention; a lump in his throat, and the bulge in his tight slacks, grew as the shape registered. Nope, it wasn’t your phone. Fuck. A little vibrator rested on your bedside table, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan. He’d heard the quiet vibrations through your shared wall before but seeing the culprit and everything else was something new entirely.

He always knew you were girly, loving cute things and being just as sweet, but you—

You were missing.

He didn’t have time to jerk off as he tried to remedy all of the new things he’d learned about your bedroom. Muttering a curse under his breath, he adjusted his rapidly hardening cock before taking a step back and taking a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gathered himself. He had to get a fucking grip—he argued against murderers for a living, for Christ’s sake. Would your vibrator and sweet little bedroom really be his downfall?

Your car was still in the driveway—you weren’t in the living room and the den had been dark when he’d come in as well. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he quickly found you listed under his favorites and allowed it to dial. His brow furrowed when he heard a quiet sound from the next room over. In just three strides, he was in front of his room and with one more, he was inside as the phone call went to voicemail.

The lamp in the corner of his room illuminated the space, as well as your sleeping form that was sprawled over the center of his king-sized bed. A cocktail of relief and arousal flooded him at once. You were safe. You were home.

But you were also in his bed. And aside from his sweater, only wearing a pair of satin-y, baby pink panties that were molded perfectly to your ass which he could plainly see in the warm light that filled the room. You rested on your belly, fingers gripping his pillow beneath your head tight, with one leg hiked up the mattress as you snuggled into the plush bedding. Closing the door quietly behind him, his legs carried him over to the bed without a second thought. His eyes trailed over your relaxed body and affection almost made the corner of his lips tick upwards.

You looked so sweet, your eyes closed gently as your thick lashes brushed your soft cheek. That sweetness was cut when he noticed a damp patch on your panties and the way that soft sighs of sleepy pleasure slipped from your lips as you rocked your hips into the mattress, oblivious to your newfound audience as some dream played out behind your eyelids.

The aquamarine of his eyes caught fire as he watched you shift in your sleep. Draping his jacket over the armchair in the corner of his room, he stalked across the room, pausing as he landed beside the bed. Straight, white teeth digging into his lip, he held back a groan as you shifted, seeking out comfort as his sweater rode up to your waist, revealing more of you to his starving gaze.

He could feel his cock throb at the sight of you and he was almost certain that no amount of deep breathing could resolve it. He needed you out of there before he blew a load in his pants like a fucking teenager. Tucking his length in to the waistband of his boxer-briefs, he carefully sat down beside you. The foam mattress didn’t move you in the slightest and he mumbled a curse under his breath before resting a hand on your thigh, giving you a gentle shake as he softly murmured, “Sweetheart?”

A little groan slipped through your lips, your eyes squeezing shut tighter as you held on to the clouds of sleep that still filled your head. Turning over, you mumbled something incomprehensible before your breathing leveled back out.

Looking at his hand still resting on your smooth thigh, he resisted the urge to give the cushion of your skin a soft squeeze. Slowly trailing his eyes up your frame, his eyes darkened. Your nipples strained against the light knit material, begging to be pinched and laved. If you tempted him when you were awake, wandering the house in those tiny shorts and tight tops, watching you sleep was another circle of hell where he was condemned only to look but never to touch.

You two had danced around one another since you’d met at that liquor store. How could he know you wanted it as badly as he did?

“Princess,” Andy tried once more, his thumb brushing back and forth over your leg as he spoke at a normal volume, “Wake up for me, sweetheart.”

He watched the way your nose crinkled slightly in your sleep and a small smile spread across his lips. It was as if your subconscious was absorbing his words, blocking them from reaching your conscious mind and waking you up. As he gave your leg one more gentle shake, you let out a quiet, whiny groan consisting of one word, “Daddy…”

Andy couldn’t help the way his grip on you tightened at the two-syllable word, the little blood that was left in his head, rushing to his groin. Fuck—there was no mistaking that. He barely noticed the way his hand had drifted further up your leg; he needed to touch you more, to see all of you.

You’d just called him daddy.

He could be your daddy for tonight.

Or, for as long as you’d allow him.

Clearing his throat, he gave one last, half-hearted attempt at waking you, “Baby?”

“Daddy, please…” You breathed out, your fingers gripping the soft blankets as your dreams continued to roll like a film reel, unaware of the way that their subject’s hand had drifted up to your hip, toying with the elastic edge of the only barrier separating him from you. Your voice was so innocent as you whimpered out, “Need you, daddy…”

At that, it didn’t take long for Andy to slip down the bed, gently parting your already spread legs further, leaving enough space for him to lay between them. With a tentative hand, he brushed his thumb over the wet spot that had darkened the light fabric of your panties, begging for his attention. Your hips jerked as he dragged his finger down the cleft of your folds and a low chuckle gently shook the bed.

“Shh…” He shushed your soft whimper, watching as your brows drew together, seeking out the feeling again and rocking your hips upward.

Fuck—he’d wanted this since he saw you standing in that dark store. You’d looked so sweet in your little, frilly pastel dress, your exposed décolletage shining with some body shimmer that smelled like vanilla, even from a foot away. That was you; always so sweet, so good.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the center of your covered, private area, feeling the dampness against his slightly parted lips, he hummed softly, reassuringly as his thumb continued to drift up and down that same spot tortuously, “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

You spent all your time doing things for everyone else: your family, your friends, him, his son—when was the last time that you’d been taken care of? When was the last time you’d let your walls down enough to even allow it?

In that blissful twilight of sleep, you were so soft, vulnerable and receptive to his care. You’d allow it, even if you didn’t know you were.

Holding his breath, trying to stay as silent and as still as possible, Andy gently rolled the lacy, elastic band down your legs as his eyes stayed trained on your face for any hint that you were coming around. Gently maneuvering your sleep-laden limbs, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between, you barely shifted as he draped your legs over his broad shoulders.

Running a finger down the bare, sensitive skin of your puffy slit, he groaned as he collected the proof of your arousal on the tip of his digit. “Oh, sweetheart…” Using his thumbs, he gently spread the petals of your sex and had to bite his lip to stifle himself from cursing at the sight. The low light glistened against the wetness that clung to your skin as your hips shifted and your brows pulled together, feeling the cold air brush against your exposed clit. He cooed, “You’re so wet, baby. This all for me? All for Daddy?”

“Mm…” You mumbled, your cheek pressed against the pillow as your hands drifted up your body, dragging the hem of his sweater up over your tummy slowly. You could feel the last glowing embers of sleep slowly dying, with each brush against your skin pushing you back towards the waking world but you were so comfortable. You were enrobed in Andy’s scent, that sweet smoke that made you feel like nothing bad could happen to you as long as it was near.

Andy’s thumb brushed against your swollen bundle of nerves and he let out a low, dark chuckle as your hips gave a sudden jerk at the direct stimulation. Not wanting to torture you—not yet at least—he traced circles around the bud, careful not to touch it directly again. After several moments, he carefully slipped one finger inside, finding no resistance if your state of need. Giving it a few, agonizingly slow, experimental pumps, he watched hungrily as his digit glistened with your wetness each time it slid out.

With his eyes trained on your blissful expression, he gently slipped in a second, longer finger beside the first and watched hungrily as your body adjusted to the new sensation, a soft whimper breaking through your parted lips at the stretch; his fingers were far larger than your own.

“Daddy’s going to eat your sweet pussy, baby.” As his fingers hooked upwards gently, they pressed teasingly against the spongy pillow of your g-spot, your hips bucking forward again at the sudden pressure that made your squeeze around him. You were balancing on the precipice of wakefulness now, one foot still in that perfect dreamland and the other stepping towards the seemingly real, gentle brushes against your skin.

With a gentle kiss pressed to your hip bone, his tongue finally licked a broad, languid stripe through your folds from your entrance to the red button of your clit that continued to beg for his attention. “Fuck, you taste like candy…” Watching the way your tight hole clenched around nothing; he immediately imagined filling it with his cock, Andy groaned, “Sweetest little cunt I’ve ever had.”

Closing his eyes, he groaned as he leaned back down, using his tongue to lave over your sensitive skin; he needed to taste you. Sleep was slipping away, and you weren’t certain if it was a dream when your hands threaded through a head of hair that rested at the apex of your thighs. The grip of your fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair as his lips finally wrapped around you swollen clit, giving it a hard suck before letting it go. The scrape of your nails over his scalp mixed a quick lick of pain into his pleasure.

“Oh god—fuck!” You felt your body begin to shake as an orgasm barreled towards you, forcing your sleepy eyes to finally open.

“Watch your language, princess.” Andy’s eyes found yours open and he grinned wolfishly at the surprise and arousal that filled your expression, “Good girls don’t talk like that.”

The wet muscle dipped inside your channel, his nose nudging against your clit before he dragged his tongue slowly up again to the swollen nub. He traced the tip around it before sucking hard then soft and letting go and repeating the movement again and again. He could feel your body tensing as an orgasm quickly approached and he slipped his fingers back into your soaking cunt, your thighs quivering at the added feeling.

“Andy—ah!” A whine was pulled from your throat, silencing your sweetly confused question as you fell over the edge.

He grinned against your skin at the shattered cry, sucking your clit just slightly harder than a moment earlier before gently scraping his teeth over it and making your thighs squeeze around his head. He murmured against your wet pussy, his voice sending vibrations through your body, “What’s my name, baby?”

Your mind was floating away and all you could concentrate on was his touch and the way he made you feel so little and taken care of as he played with you. Shaking your head, your sweet voice came out shakily, “I don’t—”

“I know I haven’t made you that stupid, baby.” His thumb circled your clit, tugging up on the hood of it and exposing the pearl to his greedy eyes before they flicked back up to yours as you leaned up on your elbows to watch him, “What’s my name?”

Capturing it between his lips, he sucked hard, and you felt the wetness dripping from your hole onto his duvet, “Daddy!” You finally cried out, failing to silence yourself as he dipped his tongue into your entrance, collapsing back onto the bed as he played you like a violin, feeding off your every reaction. “God! Oh—feels so good…Daddy, please!” There was a pout on your lips that contrasted with the way your hips rocked against his every touch, unsure if you wanted him closer or to stop the sensations that were becoming too much.

“You like when Daddy plays with your princess parts while you sleep? Yeah?” He let out another deep chuckle against your cunt as a little chirp was pulled from you at his naughty words. He continued lowly, “You know I had to when I found this beautiful little girl in my bed, cunt soaked and waiting for me to come home.”

You moved your hips, chasing that pleasure with each changing angle. The sounds were almost depraved; every lick of his tongue and brush of his fingers forced a wet noise into the room that was mostly quiet aside from the constant melody of your breathy moans.

His hips rocked into the mattress, seeking out his own pleasure as you whimpered, “Fuck, that’s my good girl—wearing my sweater and those slutty, little panties. Gonna keep those, baby. Never getting them back.” Slipping two fingers back into your tight cunt, he pumped them as his mouth focused on your little pearl, “Now come for me again, sweetheart.”

“Can’t!” You cried out, your lip quivering as your second climax barreled towards you, and you shook your head, begging, “No! Too sensitive, daddy…”

“You wanna be sensitive?” He landed a smack to your overworked button with three fingers.

“No!” You whimpered, feeling tears well in your eyes, sniffling as the pleasure made your body shake.

“Better make that sweet little pussy squeeze my fingers or Daddy’s gonna give you a lot more than this…” With dark eyes, he watched as the pleasure finally took hold once again, dragging you under.

“Daddy!” You whimpered as he pressed against your g-spot with two thick fingers, sucking your clit at the same time and shoving you over the edge. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you finally squealed, “Oh! I’m coming!”

You felt your walls flutter as he helped your body ride the crest of the wave of your second orgasm, licking you slowly as a new flood of wetness coated his tongue like a nectar that he never wanted to stop drinking. He could live and die between your thighs, happily.

Your toes curled as your thighs clenched around his head, it was almost as if you were trying to force Andy away when the stimulation became too much but he held your thighs open despite the pleasured cries that filled the. room.

“That’s it…Good girl, sweetheart.” He murmured, helping you come down from the edge that you’d been balancing on for far too long. Watching through half-hooded eyes, you hummed softly as he rubbed your still trembling thigh with one hand and cleaned the fingers of his other with his mouth, a sly smirk on his full lips.

“I…” You trailed off, your cheeks burning as you finally came back from that floaty place where your head had been since waking.

‘Holy shit.’

Covering your body with his, your eyes widened innocently before he caught your lips in a surprisingly soft kiss. He tasted like whiskey and you, and it felt like a drug that you’d easily become addicted to. Andy’s hand landing a smack on your ass made you jump, pulling away from the kiss that had lulled you into a false sense of security.

He chuckled as you let out a quiet whine at the sting his hand left behind, sitting back up and undoing his belt with dark eyes that were still focused on you, “Now get that little ass in the air. It’s time to let Daddy use this sweet little hole, princess.”

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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The Last Semester - Part Three

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 3,345

Original Blog:

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Previous Parts: Part One; Part Two

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The Blind Date

It was 7 o’clock when you walked into the local Irish pub, looking for your date Patrick in a crowded room. Luckily, Emma had shown you Patrick’s Facebook profile and he certainly was handsome and easily recognisable.

Unsurprisingly, when you saw him standing at the bar with a pint of Guinness, he had already caught the waitresses’ attention and she tried her best to flirt with him until you approached.

‘Hi, Patrick?’ you asked and he nodded before shaking your hand and suggesting that you find somewhere else to sit.

Eventually, you located one of the high-top tables on the other side of the pub and sat down with your beers and began talking.

Patrick was a doctor at the university campus who had graduated medical school as little as two years ago. But, whilst he clearly was smart, you quickly realised that he was somewhat arrogant and lacked a good sense of humour.

Regardless, you tried to make the most of the night until, eventually, Patrick sought some reassurance from you that you would be going home with him that night. According to him, he didn’t like wasting his time if there was nothing in it for him.

His comments caught you by surprise and you quickly advised him that you were not that kind of woman and you certainly wouldn’t go home with someone you barely knew.

Patrick was disappointed and the conversation escalated quickly when he called you a prude and referred to you as being a woman who simply uses men to get free drinks.

You were speechless and, at half time, you put $10 pounds onto the table for your drinks and excused yourself quickly, grabbing your bag and headed for the bathroom.

There was no way you would be putting up with a man like this and you couldn’t believe that Emma thought that you would like him. Did she really think as little of you, you wondered?

Later that Evening

‘Cillian, hey’ you said as, after spending ten minutes in the bathroom collecting your thoughts, you walked out towards the entrance of the pub.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Cillian asked as he immediately noticed your red and somewhat teary eyes.

‘Well, let’s just say that my roommate set me up on a blind date with a total wanker’ you laughed but, really, you weren’t sure whether you should laugh or cry after what he had said to you. It certainly didn’t help your self-esteem and that was something you struggled with.

What you were, however, sure about was that you were ready to leave even if that meant that you would miss the second part of the game.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’ Cillian asked, his hand resting on your shoulder and his eyes giving you a concerning but yet reassuring look.

You quickly nodded and Cillian responded with a simple ‘common then’ before dumping his half full pint of beer and walking outside with you.

Once you made it out of the door unnoticed, you inhaled deeply. ‘Damn and I really wanted to see the game. Ireland is so close this time’ you pouted slightly disappointed.

‘I am going to watch the rest at my place. You are welcome to come along’ Cillian offered and you took a moment to think about his offer. You knew that your flatmates were having a party and the game was only available on pay tv and you would much rather sit on the lounge with Cillian and watch the Ireland beat France than clean up vomit and empty bottles of booze at home.

‘Uhm yes, why not. Thanks’ you said shyly and followed Cillian to his apartment which was only a five-minute stroll from the pub.

Finally some Privacy

‘Wine or beer?’ Cillian asked after you took off your shoes and sat down on the lounge in his living room.

‘Whatever you are having’ you responded and Cillian was quick to open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.

‘Thank you’ you said as he handed you a glass and sat down next to you. You really weren’t much of a red wine drinker but pretended to enjoy it.

There was an awkward silence between you as you watched the second half of the game but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

You struggled paying attention to the commentators as your mind focused on the man sitting next to you instead. The smell of his aftershave mixed with detergence he had used to wash his clothes drove you absolutely crazy. And then there were his hands, which you watched every time he reached for his glass of wine.

But it wasn’t just you watching Cillian. He watched you as well and often gazed over to you, focusing on your soft facial features.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes into the second half, you couldn’t bare the silence any longer and started a conversation.

‘So, you wanted to ask me something yesterday when I came to your office. But then you didn’t. I am curious though. What was it?’ you said shyly, slightly encouraged by the wine in your system.

‘I was actually going to ask you whether you wanted to watch the game tonight’ Cillian murmured, looking somewhat embarrassed when he looked over to you.

‘So why didn’t you?’ you went on to ask, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Because I realised how inappropriate that would have been’ he admitted and you smiled, cheeks flushing red.

‘Well, here we are’ you said nervously, looking into Cillian’s deep blue eyes for a moment before trying to look away shyly.

But, Cillian wouldn’t let you, reaching for your face with one of his hands.

‘Hey’ he said quietly as his thumb ran over your chin gently. ‘I like when you look at me’ he then went on to say and, just like that, you leaned forward and pressed your lips onto his once again.

The kiss you shared was gentle and tentative, not rushed and not forced in any way. It was a simple kiss, brief but exciting.

‘I am sorry’ you said after your lips drifted apart, but this time, you didn’t look away and your eyes got lost in his.

Cillian shook his head briefly before drawing your face closer towards his again for yet another kiss. Again, it was tentative but, this time, you parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and explore.

‘I shouldn’t be pursuing this Y/N’ Cillian said quietly as, eventually your lips drifted apart. ‘It’s not right on so many levels’ he went on to say but you quietened his lips with a third kiss, a passionate kiss which drew your body even closer towards his until you found your way onto his lap, facing him, pressing your body against his as your tongues moved with each other in sync.

‘I am a grown woman Cillian. I can’t see anything wrong with this and I certainly don’t want you to stop kissing me’ you said as your lips drifted apart again, a shy smile escaping you as you did.

‘I am also twenty years older than you and supervising your drama project’ he then went on to say somewhat concerned.

‘I don’t care about the difference in age and, technically, you aren’t my supervisor anymore, Aidan is’ you reassured Cillian, smirking at him as you did.

‘Still, not a good look getting involved with one of the students from the project’ Cillian said reluctantly but without making any attempt to push you away.

‘Well, I could leave now and you can ask me out again in three weeks when you finish up your volunteering position’ you then suggested all while you started to grind against him, feeling his erection strain against his jeans beneath you.

Your suggestion fell on deaf ears as Cillian already struggled to contain his emotions and needs with you on top of him and, just as you finished your sentence, he affirmed what he wanted with another passionate kiss.

The kiss you were sharing soon became heated and desperate and Cillian’s hands started to roam over your warm skin beneath your thin jumper.

His touch instantly sent shivers over you skin and down your spine and sent you into overdrive when his hands began to cup your small breasts.

You moaned into his mouth and, just after you did, you pulled back slightly, allowing him to pull your jumper over your head.

As he did, you suddenly felt a little nervous and self-conscious but it was obvious. He wanted you and his lips soon met yours again.

‘Cill…’ you said in between kisses and he looked at you, responding with a quiet ‘hmm’ as his eyes were questioning what you wanted to say.

‘It’s been two years since I have been with anyone and I don’t really do one night stands’ you murmured quietly and Cillian simply smiled, caressing your face with one of his hands before responding to your comment.

‘Good’ he said before giving you a quick peck. ‘Neither do I’ he reassured you without telling you that it had been six months for him too, which is when he broke up with his last long term girlfriend Nadine.

After another minute or two of more passionate kisses, Cillian picked you up and, before you could really prepare yourself for what was about to happen, you were in his bed.

Nervously but eager at the same time, you looked up at him with what you hoped were bedroom eyes.

He got the message and hoovered over you, kissing you gently before continuing to undress you, gentle but a little hurried.

You had already lost your jumper in the living room earlier and now he was pulling on your jeans, getting rid of them in a haste and leaving you exposed in your grey cotton underwear.

‘I didn’t quite plan for this’ you said nervously as you weren’t really dressed to impressed, your underwear simple and not sexy at all.

‘You look beautiful just the way you are Y/N’ Cillian reassured you before leaving a trail of kisses on your warm skin.

The anticipation was already killing you. With each passing second, his lips trailing over your bare shoulders and up your neck, you felt yourself shiver, the heat traveling right down to the taut muscles inside you, right between your legs. It was slick there, the result of your growing arousal.

It wasn’t long until Cillian unclipped your bra, exposing your small and perky breasts. You were impressed that he had immediately noticed the clasp of the bra at the front. He certainly paid attention to detail.

By now, your nervousness had sat in and your cheeks began to flush as his eyes gazed over your body.

Cillian noticed and simply responded with a warm smile before nudging your nose with his.

‘We can stop if you want to’ Cillian began to say but you immediately interrupted him.

‘I want you Cillian, please’ you whispered and he responded with a gentle nod.

‘Relax’ he then whispered before kissing you again and you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

‘Cillian’ you eventually moaned as he nipped your throat with his teeth before sitting back.

You opened your eyes again and watched as Cillian grabbed his shirt from the back, and pulled it down over his head. Next off were his jeans, and then his briefs.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. His body was perfect, his chest was only lightly covered with some hair and his skin was covered in freckles.

But, when you lowered your eyes, your sense of shyness returned and seeing him completely naked in front of you caused you to flush.

He was clearly aroused by you, hard and ready, even though you only just started.

As you nervously looked at him, Cillian leaned forward and began to gently run his hands over your stomach, leaning down to kiss it, before hooking his index fingers into the hem of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

You inhaled sharply, almost forgetting to breath out again as he exposed your soaking wet mound.

What now, you wondered? Like the two men you’ve been with in the past, would he proceed directly to the main event?

‘You are so sexy, you know that?’ Cillian went on to say and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Sure’ you said nervously as he spread your legs before bending down and pressing his hot mouth right against your sopping wet slit.

You didn’t expect that and immediately let out a sharp gasp.

‘Oh god’ you moaned in pleasure as you put one of your hands in his hair and gripped the sheets beneath you with the other.

Cillian’s tongue ran through your slit several times before it swirled around over your clit gently.

‘Fuck’ you cried out, throwing your head back as he began to eat you out, his tongue working wonders on your sex-deprived pussy.

His hands were on your thighs, pushing them farther apart, fingers digging into your skin.

‘Please’ you eventually said, not even sure what you were pleading for. You just knew that he couldn't stop or you would scream.

Your pussy was sensitive, and it had been so long since you had sex and even then, you never quite experienced any sensation like this.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned even louder as he sped up the movements of his tongue.

Within bare seconds, you came with a cry and a shudder. Unable to hold back, you let go, shutting your eyes to ride out your orgasm.

Involuntarily, you were grinding up on him, your hips lifting off the bed, toes curling.

‘That was quick’ Cillian chuckled after you came down from your high and before giving your inner thigh another quick kiss.

‘I am sorry, I don’t know what just happened’ you said somewhat embarrassed as you never had orgasmed before when being with someone else. In fact, you never even gotten close to climaxing when someone else pleasured you orally.

‘Don’t ever be sorry’ Cillian said, kissing you gently before sitting back again and reaching for the bedside table draw to his right.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you and, shamelessly but also somewhat nervously, you watched him pull out a silver condom wrapper from the draw.

You bit your lip in anticipation was you watched him open the wrapper with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his hard shaft.

Cillian then leaned forward again, spreading your legs further apart with a nudge from his knees. He looked powerful above you, his body trained, stomach flat, waist trim, looking at you with such lust that you forgot for a moment that, just days ago, you were trying to forget all about him. He leaned down, kissing you, tasting you, making the heat spread all over your body as he slipped two of his fingers inside of you, curving inward.

‘Still so sensitive’ he chuckled while you gasped at the sensation.

‘Cillian, please’ you begged. But he didn't seem to hear you and put pressure down, jerking his hand and thrusting his fingers right against your previously unexplored g-spot.

‘Oh my fucking god, no no no’ you cried out, bucking your hips again almost instantly, this time squirting right into his hand. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, your pussy still clenching on his fingers, desperate and needy.

‘Cillian, oh fuck’ you whimpered, not realising that you left a wet puddle on the sheets.

‘Wow’ Cillian grinned. He looked pretty pleased with himself as you sat up somewhat shocked, which is when you noticed what had just happened.

‘Oh my god. This is so fucking embarrassing’ you said when you noticed that you squirted for the first time.

‘Shh, it's okay’ Cillian murmured, calming you down and kissing you.

‘In fact, I think its fucking sexy and I hope I can make you do this again’ he smirked before guiding your back onto the mattress again.

‘I think you might’ you chuckled as you held out your arms and he melted into them, supporting himself with his arms.

‘I want to feel you so badly Cillian’ you moaned as his cock finally slid between your legs, making you squirm and buck your hips.

‘Patience’ Cillian said softly, and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

‘How can you restrain yourself?’ you asked, surprising you both.

Cillian raised an eyebrow, impossibly amused.

‘I’ve been restraining myself from wanting this for weeks’ Cillian said, and pressed his lips to your neck, kissing, nipping, biting and sucking. You closed your eyes, toes curling again, and gave into the pleasure. You did your best to wrap your legs around him, and he began to grind his cock down between your legs, right along the slit of your wet pussy.

When he finally entered you, you both let out a hiss of satisfaction, clutching at one another. The friction slow, drawn out, was enough to numb your mind. Your fingers dug into his back, his hands gripped the sheets, and he made love to you, driving inside of you with careful, deliberate movements.

‘Cillian’ you moaned as you felt him thrust in and out of you over and over again. But, hearing his groans and moans was exciting you just as much as the pleasure he gave you with his cock.

Cillian and you adjusted, getting familiar with one another, your bodies moving in slow grinds as he snapped his hips, making you shift yours off the bed. His pace quickened, and so did your breathing, and in one swift motion, you were a shuddering mess, feeling his cock hit that spot again, making you shatter.

At this point, Cillian was relentless, pounding into you, making you cry out in pleasure. You gripped his shoulders, fingernails leaving crescent marks behind, little slivers of moons, leaving your mark. He was yours and you were his.

You writhed under him, your pussy clenching around his thickness. His hands visibly shook, his breath wild as he moved in you, kissing you almost roughly, smashing his lips against yours, and in seconds, his tongue was sliding against yours as you tasted each other.

You anticipated each movement, feeling the bulge of his cock hard inside of you, filling you. Just when you thought you would come again, he withdrew and helped you to your knees, and when he entered you from behind, it was a whole other experience. He was deeper, and you seemed to drift together. You could smell his spicy aftershave, could smell your coupling in the air, thick and hazy, making you dizzy with desire.

Your bones seemed to ache from the feeling of his stomach muscles clenching hard against your back as he rutted into you. You pushed your ass back against his cock, and you found your rhythm, bodies slapping, panting and grunting in the dim light of his bedroom.

He was thrusting into you and with each passing second, you came closer and closer. You were whimpering, your entire body a mess of tightened muscles. An all-encompassing moan left your lips as his fingers found your clit, and as he rubbed, circling it, you came again, hard and fast.

Blinding gratification. Earth-shattering spasms. A delicious high, an overdose of emotions your body began to shake and your walls began to contract tightly around his thrusting cock.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian groaned into your ear as he reached his high shortly after you did and you could feel his cock jerking inside of you.

His name was on your lips, but you couldn't say it; you couldn't say anything. You could feel every pulse inside of you, could feel every grunt and groan slip underneath your skin, could feel his taut muscles flush against your body. This wasn't just sex. It was heaven.

Just as you both finally came down from your high and while Cillian was kissing the back of your neck gently, he carefully pulled out of you and, just as he did, you could hear him swear.

‘Fuck’ he said in a trance as he pulled back, away from your body.

‘What is it?’ you asked and turned around immediately, looking down, noticing his cum leaking from you and down your inner thigh.

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chiwhorei · 4 years ago

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mouth full

your friends assume tadashi fucks you in missionary with the lights off.

pairing: dom!t. yamaguchi x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 1.7k

warnings: public fingering, degradation, hair pulling, spit, gagging, humiliation, spanking, rough oral, recording

a/n: this was a birthday piece i started for tadashi that’s now days late. no beta on this, it’s almost 3 am so i’ll die like a man. this is also dedicated to @kyovtani because zade loves hard dom yams just as much as i do. anyway, i hope you enjoy!

hymn: get you by: daniel caesar ft. kali uchis

Vanilla is the night’s flavor.

“You and y/n are great together and that’s all that matters.” Daichi’s comment rings in your ear as a preceding jab settles through the group of old friends. Your cheeks flush bright hot, the glass of red wine in your system makes a broken, awkward laugh fall from your lips.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. The comment isn’t shocking, he’s been ribbed for his pliant, soft demeanor since you were all teenagers. Being Tadashi Yamaguchi’s high school sweetheart paints a distinct picture. When volleyball club reunions roll around and the liquor starts flowing, said picture is always outlined in assumptions about your sex life.

“Come on, there’s got to be something you do to have kept y/n around for all these years.” Suga, never one to miss an opportunity, pushes further. Tadashi flashes a watted smile, bringing one hand up to scratch at the back of his neck- a tick he’s adopted over the years when he’s put in the spotlight. It could be assumed he’s nervous, but you know better. Unseen from his seniors position across the table is the bruising hold his other hand has on your bare thigh. His eyes flash to you quickly, his glance holds heavy weight, “Don’t cause trouble, princess.”

You only get one warning.

You know what your next words will create, a resounding fog of anger settling against his usually casual aura, but you can’t seem to help yourself.

“Pfft, Tadashi couldn’t hurt a fly,” you snort and raise the cool glass to your mouth once again, gripping onto the stem tightly to ground yourself. As cabernet meets your lips, you feel deft fingers inching towards your naked cunt. The short black dress Tadashi picked out for you tonight gives you no reprieve from his wandering hand.

Your friends assume Tadashi fucks you in missionary with the lights off. Little do they know your lace panties are tucked away safely in his shirt pocket as they make him the butt of their jokes. Every drunken giggle and sidelong glance brings the tips of pretty fingers closer to the mess he’s made under the satin fabric.

A pathetic squeak escapes your lips, covered up weakly with a cough. Your whole body feels hot, balancing on the pin-sharp tingling feeling of your sweet, vanilla boyfriend’s groping.

You only get one warning with Tadashi, after that, you’re fucked.

The ride back to your shared apartment is suffocating to say the least. Tadashi only acknowledging you when opening the passenger side door, cradling your elbow softly to ease you into the car. The quiet surrounding the two of you is maddening, enough to make you explode in a tantrum, but you hold your tongue and press your thighs tighter together.

“I know your slutty little pussy isn’t dripping on my leather seat, princess.”

An elongated sigh leaves his chest, his hand coming up to card through his hair before finding a tight home against the steering wheel. You mumble an apology and try to find solace in smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress. The drive is only about ten minutes, but each second passing thumps against your restless heartbeat. Your punishment began as soon as the car door closed.

Pulling into the comlex’s driveway, the lump in your throat grows ten-fold. Tadashi cuts the engine, turning to stare down at your form slowly folding into itself.

“Look at me, princess.” His voice is soft and comforting, but when your chin is pulled upwards to meet his gaze, his eyes are wild. Furious.

You always know exactly what to do to piss him off in the most delicious way possible.

“I’m sorry, Tadashi I-” you’re cut off with a sharp tsk, the thumb resting under your bottom lip presses in harshly. Your lips part, tongue lolling out without needing to be told, and you look up dumbly at the brunette as his body leans over the console.

All personal space has disappeared, leaving you captive to his will. He seems to contemplate his next move for a moment before parting his own lips to release a thick trail of spit to fall into your mouth. You swallow obediently, the fire burning in your stomach smoldering at the taste of sugar-free mint gum. Tadashi gifts you a pleased hum, leaning back slightly to fish out your underwear from his pocket.

“You just never know when to keep that pretty mouth closed, huh?” His laugh is curdling, sending a jolt through your veins to wrap around the building tension in your core. An idea sparks in his head, you can tell.

“I know exactly how to shut you up.” Tadashi is on you in an instant, hand finding purchase on your neck and squeezing. You watch as the balled up lace is brought to your face. You look towards the full parking lot. Your front door is only a few yards away, but the idea of walking up to your apartment with your own used underwear shoved in your mouth is enough to make your legs wobbly.

Tadashi, however, has a resolve of steel. He’s got the confidence of a lion in these moments, something only you get to witness. It would be impressive if your mind wasn’t drowning in embarrassment. You feel the fabric against your lips and hurdle towards an emphatic truth.

Tadashi isn’t making a suggestion.

The article is stuffed into your awaiting mouth, and you moan around the intrusion. You’re humiliated and undeniably excited by your boyfriend’s dominant aire.

You clench desperately as Tadashi rounds the front of the car to help you out. Once steady, you feel his fist wrapping around your hair to pull you against his chest.

“My precious girl, it seems like you need to be reminded of your place.” The hold on your hair is tight, causing your scalp to prickle as he begins to drag you towards your shared home. The possibility of an unsuspecting neighbor seeing you in this state bubbles in your stomach but you are, thankfully, spared of any company.

Tadashi’s hot breath fans against your neck while he unlocks the door. He hums casually, turning the knob and pushing you inside and against the nearest facing wall. Your cheek presses against the cool surface.

“What do you think? Should I take you right here? You seemed desperate to get fucked in front of our friends, don’t get shy now.” His teeth nip at your ear to punctuate the sneering comment. You hear the sound your ass makes against his hand before the sting reaches your nerves, fire crackling against the skin.

“Such a little cockslut.” Your dress is hiked up above your hips, exposing your dripping pussy arched into Tadashi’s clothed crotch. The slick sheening your inner thighs cools in the draft. His fingers map out the curve before the calloused digits meet your swollen lips.

A moan reverberates from your chest, bouncing against the hallway walls as two fingers are pushed in with an embarrassing ease. You’re more than ready for anything he has to give you. His other hand pulls down the front of your dress, your tits now free for the brunette’s handling . He pinches your nipple, looking over your shoulder to watch the heaving of soft flesh when he pulls taught and lets go. You wine loudly, tongue pressed against the wet lace as you try to speak.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, princess.” You’re yanked back by your hair once again. Tadashi turns you around to face him, his eyes dance with sadistic anger. He pulls your ruined panties from where they press in between your teeth. His thumb comes up to wipe the streaks of melted makeup and spit from your cheeks.

“Tadashi please, I- I want to make you feel good.” Your comment softens against his steel for a moment, but the dominance you roused awake with your attitude won't be assuaged that easily. His jaw clenches tightly, angled upward so his eyes cast down to look at your quivering form. The sight of your pretty, wobbly bottom lip and disheveled hair makes him want to wreck you even further.

He steps back slightly and you feel your lungs fill with air correctly for the first time in minutes. You’re only given a moment of reprieve though, the familiar feeling of fingers on your scalp returns quickly. Tadashi pushes you down to the floor, marvelling at the sight of your silky dress bunched around your waist. As soon as your knees hit the hardwood, you work to undo his belt and zipper.

His cock hits your nose as it's released from his boxers and slaps against his toned stomach. You take him in your hands, finger running a streak of precum down the path of a prominent vein on the underside.

“Don’t waste my time, princess. Get to work.” Tadashi posits through gritted teeth, throwing his head back at the feeling of your hot mouth. You suck against the reddened tip before relaxing your jaw to accommodate the rest of him. Your wet tongue laves against the heavy shaft, and Tadashi thinks to the snide comments that his friends recycle every opportunity they’re given.

What would they think if they saw you now? Face covered in tears and running mascara, crying for Tadashi’s forgiveness, begging to be punished. The thought has him thrusting against your already sore throat. It’s distinctly hilarious, the knowledge that his old teammates assume you get layed out on the bed and fucked with mediocre intent by a sweet, nervous lover.

“I’m going to cum on that pretty face,” Tadashi pulls out his phone, angling to get the perfect view. The precum on your lips replaces the pink lipstick you wore out to dinner, reflecting off the lights.

It’s a beautiful sight, heavy eyes look up at him, he pulls his cock from your mouth to stroke. Your tongue falls out, awaiting and obedient. Such a perfect little thing, it would be a shame to keep this to himself.

Tadashi presses record, he can’t help the sardonic snicker that escapes him. His friends would never believe this if you told them, they must be visual learners.

“Smile for the camera, princess.”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

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formula-swift · 3 years ago

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Making His Move

DOM SWEENEY: HOW DID THE SECOND YEAR OF PRODUCTION DIFFER FROM THE FIRST AND WHAT DID YOU TAKE AWAY FROM THE EXPERIENCE?

Daniel Ricciardo: The first year was exciting and really cool, launching a wine and seeing the brand come to life. It was a real honour. But being able to be more involved in the winemaking process from the start with the latest releases really took that to the next level and is something I’m so proud of because these wines definitely have more of a personal touch.

Throughout this year’s process, I was able to get more involved and experience some hands-on blending and tasting, so I was able to have more control over the shape, structure, and flavour profile of these wines more than ever before. Even though I was still in Los Angeles due to travel restrictions, I had the same tasting components as Peter, and I went through the blending process virtually with him and then sent the samples back.

I was able to think more about the process, how the tannins finish off the wine, where it sits on the palate and how I want the wines to be consumed, and with what foods. It’s really exciting to see my tasting notes on the back of the bottles, just seeing that growth and understanding of wine.

DS: CONSIDERING YOUR HIGHER DEGREE OF INVOLVEMENT THIS TIME AROUND, DID YOU NOTICE ANY EVOLUTION IN THE WINES WITH THIS RELEASE?

DR: I’ve just learnt more about wine and what I like from wine. I always wanted to create something that was easy to drink, but I also love full flavour and that explosion on your tastebuds, so it was about finding a balance and bringing those components that are my personal preference. This is the first year of DR3 where we went into vintage with an idea of what we were after and sourced fruit from blocks specifically to reinforce the style. These wines are less traditional in structure, more fruit-driven, floral, and open; they push more towards an elegant style with floral characters.

DS: WHAT’S IT LIKE WORKING WITH PETER – AND HAS HE INSPIRED A SECOND CAREER CHOICE?

DR: It’s been great to work with Peter. I remember telling people that there are similarities between Formula 1 and winemaking. They give me a funny look but we’re both chasing that little edge, trying to perfect our craft. For me, Peter is that perfect engineer who knows his craft so well, but also remains open-minded and willing to try new things. He’s been a great tutor and a great partner to develop these wines with – but it’s definitely not a career change for me.

DS: YOU’VE SAID YOU GREW UP AROUND WINE, AND CLEARLY HAVE AN AFFINITY FOR IT. HOW DO YOU MAINTAIN BALANCE BETWEEN ENJOYING A GLASS OF SHIRAZ OR CABERNET, AND KEEPING UP WITH EVERYTHING REQUIRED FOR TRAINING AND RACING?

DR: I absolutely love a glass of wine but I am an also athlete who trains for 11 months of the year, so I always need to appreciate it in the right moment. I would normally be enjoying one of those moments once a month, but that is what makes it more special. And if I am reaching for a glass of something, it would have to be a shiraz or cabernet sauvignon, those are my go-to wines. After the Monza GP win, after the media, the engineering, I was back at my motorhome with my team. I opened a bottle of DR3 to celebrate, that was pretty special.

DS: LASTLY, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO EAT WITH THESE WINES – AND WHERE WOULD IT BE?

DR: This needs to be picked carefully, I might need a minute here! Alright, for the Coonawarra Cabernet Sauvignon, I’d have this paired with my mum’s penne con salsiccia, all while sitting on the back deck on the farm. I can’t go past my mum’s cooking! And for the shiraz, it would have to be a rib eye from 4 Charles in New York. It’s one of my favourite spots in NYC.

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pasiveagressive · 4 years ago

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Flinch // H.S.

This kind of a part three, but can also be read as a stand alone.

“Welcome back. We are here with Y/N and Harry Styles. Now my guests appear very relaxed. How are you? Are you relaxed?” James Cordon asks you and your husband.

“You know James, something about being on your show just makes me very unrelaxed.” you joke with him “I think it may have to do with that time you made me drink a salmon smoothie.” James taps his chin as though in deep thought.

“Nope I just can’t seem to remember that.” He and Harry laugh while you roll your eyes “Anyway, back to what I was saying earlier, we are going to test that calm, cool and relaxed demeanor, in a game we like to call Flinch!” the audience cheers and James waits for it to calm down before speaking again. “Now Harry, you have played this before. Care to explain it?”

“Not at all James, so if you look over her you will see James’ face. His face will be spitting many different types of fruit at that glass wall that we will be standing behind. Our jobs are to not flinch as they come at us.”

“Now since Harry and myself have done this with tea before we decided it was only fair to play to Mrs. Styles’ strengths, so Y/N what will we be trying not to spill today?”

“Ah James I am so glad you asked. Today we will be drinking a lovely Cabernet.” you smile at them and a crew member rolls a cart with the drinks on it. James takes it from the man and picks up a glass, handing it to Harry. Harry takes it and starts to walk away

“Now wait a minute you look like you might need topped off.” James says stopping harry. James takes the bottle and pours until the wine is just barely staying in the cup. Harry’s eyes go wide,

“James that's a little full don't you think?”

“Nope, looks perfect. Go on then.” He shoos Harry away. Harry walks behind the partition.

“Hi babe! I love you!” You call out as he takes his place

“I love you too angel.” He gives you a half smile. You turn to James

“Now Y/N what do you reckon we put in my mouth.” You laugh at his phrasing.

“Well Haz does love some apple juice.”

“Apples then?” you nod your head. James takes two apples out of the basket and pushes them down his mouth with a black stick. He offers the button to you and you gladly take it hiding it behind your back. “So Harry, what was the best part of your wedding day?” Harry’s face gains a little color when James askes this.

“Um the best part of my wedding day...it would probably be when I first saw Y/N walk-” He gets cut off by apples flying through the air and slamming the glass. He gets the wine all over himself. You and James start to laugh hysterically. After he composes himself a little he looks at a camera.

“Let's watch the replay.” you watch the angle of Harry behind the glass, at first he is smiling and talking and then all of the sudden he is jumping back with red wine down his front. You laugh harder.

“Ya know James you gave me an apron last time that I didn’t even need, this time it would have been nice to have one.” Harry complains as he arrives back up front.

“Oh don’t be such a whiny butt.” you tease him. He leans in to give you a hug and you run away not wanting Cab on your dress.

“Okay Y/N your turn. Can I top you off?” He asks.

“Um no I am okay.” you say looking at your glass which is not filled to the brim like Harry’s but is way more full than a normal glass of wine.

“Alright then go ahead and get ready.” you walk back with ease and as you are going you hear Harry

“That’s not fair now is it?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Harold.” James plays dumb loading the cannon

‘You like her better than me don’t you?”

“Babe everyone likes me better.” You smile Harry laughs

“True, I suppose.”

“Mrs. Styles.” James says

“Mr. Corden.”

“How do you feel about tomatoes?”

“Hate them.”

“Hate them?” James asks surprised

“Absolutely despise them.”

“Why?” He asks

“Mate there isn't a good reason, she just does.” Harry tells James

“The man is right Ja-” you are cut off by tomatoes flying straight at you. You don’t move. Harry and James are both shocked. You shrug your shoulders.

“What can I say. I am good at everything I do.”

“Let’s watch that replay.” James says in the slow motion playback you can see your whole body stay perfectly still as the fruit hits the glass

“I believe that was the most calm we have ever had a guest stay.” James exclaims

“When you are on stage singing people throw all kinds of things at you, you just get used to it I suppose.” you explain wrapping an arm around your husband.

“Before we end the segment I do have a question for the two of you.”

“Sure what’s up?” you ask

“Are we going to get a collaboration album from the two of you?” you and harry turn to smile at each other

“Well James, in fact you are.” Harry says “This Friday the first single from our new album title ‘The Married Life’ will be out.”

“The album drops in December and we are so excited to share it with you.” you smile at the camera

“Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen, the Styles’ have an album coming out! Y/N and Harry thank you for being here. I will see you after the break.” James shouts and the band plays out

You and Harry smile at James “Was that a good make up for not telling you we were together?” you teasingly ask

“I guess.” He teases back you and Harry tell him goodbye and walk back to your dressing room

“I love you.” He tells you

“I love you too, and I am so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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queenofheartts-love · 3 years ago

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A Second Chance (MCU FanFic)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Raven (OC) Prompt: Almost two years after the fight with Thanos Steve starts putting on meetings to help people who have lost someone. After doubting his feelings for Raven Steve agrees to go on date with her. Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking, Little Fluff, Little Spice Word Count: 2.1K Author Notes: Basically Raven simping for Steve lol

This is a Slow Burn so it’ll be a few chapters before the juicy stuff ;)

Let me know what y'all think :3

If you would like to listen along with the story here's the Spotify Playlist

Chapter 3

Raven's POV

“Damnit!” I said as I removed the skillet off the burner that I had on the stove. I pulled my hand back and placed my finger into my mouth; sucking on the burn that I just got. I glanced over at the clock seeing that it was getting close to six. I grabbed a towel removing the hot spoon out of the skillet and tossed it in the skink.

“Why am I so nervous?” I asked myself as I fished out another spoon from the silverware drawer. I knew the answer to that already but I pushed the thought out of my head. I put the skillet back on the burner and tilted it so that all of the melted butter moved down to the bottom of the pan. I dipped the spoon into the butter and started tossing the melted butter, garlic, and rosemary onto the sizzling steak. I looked over at my phone when I heard a chime go off.

“Damnit.” I repeated. I took the skillet off the burner again and grabbed a towel. I whipped my hands off before jogging to the door. I stopped at the mirror in the hallway to check my hair and face, smoothing out any running mascara. I took a deep breath and then walked to the door.

“Hey!” I said putting on my best smile as I opened the door to see the tall dirty blonde hair man that I was growing to love to see. I laughed as I saw a look of confusion on his face.

“How do you do that?” He asked and I shook my head playing it off.

“A magician never reveals her secrets.” I told him as he walked through the door way.

“I don’t think you’ll get tackled by any dogs since they all know you now but I make no promises.” I said letting another laugh escape me. I watched as he braced himself for impact.

“I don’t mind. That’s the best part of coming over” he said.

“That’s what everyone says” I replied with a genuine smile coming to my lips. Nothing made me happier than seeing people loving my dogs. I obviously thought they were great but to see someone else think that made my heart smile.

“Do you want me to take that?” I asked Steve as I heard the tapping of paws on the hardwood floor.

“Again I didn’t know what to bring.” He said as he handed me a bottle of red wine.

“Ooo a 1988 Cabernet. That’s going to be so good. Thank you.” I said, stepping back as I let two of my dogs rush Steve. I smiled seeing their butts wiggle with excitement and seeing Honey tap dancing as she waited to get her pets. I watched Steve as he laughed and grinned, petting both of them and dodging their licks to the face. His graze matched mine and I stared into his ocean blue eyes. They were calming but yet sincere. I had gotten used to being around the infamous Captain America but it was different when it was just the two of us. He seemed more like a regular person than a superhero.

“Alright alright. Go lay down” I told them sternly and they both looked at me and then walked off. I looked back at Steve who was standing back up. He turned to face me and opened his arms to embrace me.

“Good to see you.” He said and I walked into his arms wrapping one arm around him. It amazed me that even through his clothes I could still feel how firm his body was. He had to have been made out of marble.

“You as well” I replied, pulling back when he did.

“It smells amazing in here, Raven” He told me

“I’m glad! I have takeout on speed dial in case you don’t like it.” I told him while I led him into the kitchen and living room area.

“If it tastes as good as it smells I promise I’ll like it.” He told me. A smile naturally tugged at my lips hearing his words. I sat the bottle of wine down on the counter grabbing my electric corkscrew. I set it on top of the bottle and let the gadget do the work for me.

“How was your day?” I asked him.

“It was fine. Yours?”

“Good. Didn’t do much.” It was oddly natural to have such a mundane conversation with him. To talk about our days like we had gotten home from work. I poured the red wine into a craft to let it breathe while I finished cooking.

“Did you work today?” He asked me.

“I did. But not at the clinic. I spent the day at the animal shelter.” I told him.

“What do you do there?”

“I mostly just make sure that the animals have all their medical needs taken care of. I walk some of them if they’re short on volunteers or I’ll give some of the dogs a bath if they need it.”

“You’re very kind Raven.” He told me. I was glad that my back was to him because I could feel how hot my cheeks were. I looked behind me every once in a while to see Steve wandering the living room. Looking at the pictures on the wall.

“Is this your brother?” He asked me and I nodded.

“Yeah that’s River,” I told him.

“It looks like you two were inseparable.”

“We were... We had been together since before birth, you know? The only time we had spent away from each other was when we went to college.” I told him.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“It’s okay. You always say that the greatest way to honor them is to talk about them right?” I asked and he agreed. I finished the steaks and then plated them along with the mashed potatoes and broccoli. Dinner was nice but a little stiff. It reminded me of a first date. We continued to have a mundane conversation trying to get to know each other on a more personal level. We talked about the people we had lost and small stories about them. I couldn’t help but to stare at his chiseled jawline as he spoke. He definitely had to be made out of marble. I loved the baby blue button down shirt he had on. It was a nice change from the plaid shirts he normally wore. It made his ocean eyes stand out more than they normally did. I occasionally bit the inside of my lip if I started to stare at him for too long. They definitely didn’t make men like that anymore... I had always seen his gentle soul but I got to see it up close tonight. He really was just a man from Brooklyn.

“So does that thing actually work?” He asked me as we both walked over to the couch. I looked behind me to see that he was pointing at the record player that was built into the wall.

“Yeah it does! My brother built it. So it better work.” I said with a laugh as I sat down on my favorite spot on the couch next to Hercules.

“He built it?” He asked and I nodded, lifting up my glass of wine to my lips.

“River was an architect but his hobby was fixing up old instruments and antique record players.” I told him.

“I’ve always been obsessed with records. I can thank my mom for that. Half of those are hers and the other half are mine” I said pointing at the shelves that were full of records.

“I moved up here to be with him. River was struggling with being by himself and he talked me into moving across the country for him…” I said with a laugh.

“Long story short my favorite record player broke during the move. Which sucked because it was our mothers. So River took the parts, put it back together and wired it to the house. So if you play a record it plays through the whole house.” I said with a smile. I hadn’t even noticed that Steve was watching me the whole time I was talking. This was the most relaxed I had ever seen him. He had his left arm draped over the top of the couch. His right hand was holding his wine glass. I sat there across from him watching his darted down then slowly dart back up at me. I held my breath feeling a hot, excited energy flow through me. If looks could make you come than that look would have done it to me. I let out my breath slowly as I watched as he took a sip from the glass. His eyes never leaving mine. He gave me a smile before he spoke.

“That’s a great gift” he said and I agreed. I placed my hand on Herc’s head and smoothed out his short fur as I brought my glass to my lips again.

“May I?” Steve asked, motioning towards the record player.

“By all means.” I told him watching him as he pushed himself up and walked behind me to the shelves of records.

“I probably have something in there that you’re familiar with.” I told him and I heard him laugh.

“I doubt that.”

“I am very musically cultured, thank you.” I said as I got up and made my way over to him.

“What decade would you like?” I asked him, handing him my glass.

“40s” he challenged me and I walked over to the shelf that had a few records from then.

“Luckily you didn’t say 30s” I said with a laugh pulling out a Billie Holiday record. I lifted up the glass top of the record player, took out the record and placed it on the player.

(Insert ‘Blue Moon’ by Billie Holiday)

“Let’s see if you know anything about this” I said, bumping his arm with my shoulder. I lifted up the needle and sat it on the record. The record turned slowly as the house was filled with the crackling noise from the record. Slowly the house filled with sounds of piano and drums as the album played. I looked over at Steve who had a shocked expression on his face.

“Billie Holiday?” He questioned and I grinned while taking my wine glass back from him. I took a sip and watched him as a wide smile came across his face.

“Wow.” He said and I nodded.

“I love this thing.” I told him. I finished my glass and made my way into the kitchen setting the glass down on the counter. I debated on if I was going to have another glass. I had already had two and it was already making its way to my head. I didn’t want to seem like a drunk in front of Captain America. I also knew how emotional I got when I was drunk on wine and there were some feelings that I needed to keep concealed tonight.

“You want another glass?”

“Sure!” He responded. I poured him another glass and then brought it to him. His eyes seemed to fill with wonder as he searched through my collection of records. I handed him the glass and he took it.

“You can play whatever you’d like.” I told him while I was about to slide past him to get to the couch the song changed and I could see on his face that it brought back detailed memories.

“I remember when this song came out. I was on a double date at a club with Bucky… he was trying to take home some girl and he took her onto the dance floor. Everyone had someone on the dance floor besides me. And I just sat there and watched all of them dance with these pretty girls from the table.” He told me. A frown came to my face as I listened to him.

“Well that’s shitty” I told him and he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

“It was but that’s what it was like back then” he told me and my frown deepened.

“May I?” He asked me again but this time he offered me his hand. I looked at it then looked at his face. He had a spark in his eyes that wasn’t usually there. I placed my hand in his and his fingers closed around my hand. He took me to the middle of the living room and pulled me a little closer to him. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he placed his free hand on my waist. I gave his hand a squeeze as we both swayed to the music.

**Divider provided by Firefly

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atsuminthe · 3 years ago

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Pop the cork!

THE FRONT DOOR slams open with a loud bang, startling the man on the couch who gets up with a loud, dramatic sigh. The soft smile on his face mirrors the excited grin of the culprit.

“What’s with the ruckus, princesa? What’s gotten you so worked up?” he asks, enveloping the shaking figure in his arms and rubbing his beard on her cheek. Minty giggles excitedly, pushing him away enough to look up at him.

“Nico, I passed.”

“You passed?”

“I did.”

“You did.”

Silence settles in the living room—a loud laugh erupts from the both of them as Nicolas lifts her off the ground, spinning her around.

“You passed! Damn it, I told you you’d pass, amor!” he bites playfully and Minty sticks her tongue out. “Don’t scare me like that. Let’s celebrate, yes?”

WELCOME to Minty’s “I passed my fucking finals and I’m high off my ass from the adrenaline” mini-event! In celebration of me finally being done with this shitfest that stretched over 12 years (that might or might not have mentally scarred me), we’re popping the corks of all the expensive wines we have around the house! Join me and Nicolas as we see which wine is the best—while having a taste as well!

HERE’S THE (VERY SIMPLE) RULES:

1. Event ends JULY 7TH, 12 AM EEST. Any entries sent after will be deleted.

2. You can send in as many entries you’d like! You can do so via ask (the anon feature is on) or DM.

3. This time, the event is SFW (that means no suggestive themes either i’ll do my best, that was a reminder for myself).

4. Everyone is free to join! 💗

NOW let’s jump down and see what bottles we have...

TAKE YOUR PICK!

— DOM PÉRIGNON — give me some personality traits and a hobby and I’ll match you with someone from both Haikyuu!! and Jujutsu Kaisen!

— BEAUJOLAIS — give me your favorite character/your selfship, a color and a song and I’ll try to make a moodboard for you!

— MINTY’S SPECIAL — choose a wine and a character! and I’ll write a short 200-500 word drabble for you

THE WINERY

— CHARDONNAY — spa night

— MERLOT — beach day

— PINOT NOIR — silly dancing

— CABERNET SAUVIGNON — movie night

— ZGHIHARA de HUSI — romantic dinner (choose a location!)

— BUSUIOACA de BOHOTIN — choose your own favorite scenario!

@nakizumie @lovelytarou @risjime @kirakirasaku @haikyuutothetop @me-wa-usotsukenai @izhyperfixates @sunnykiyoomi @oomisluvr @xmyshya come join! and maybe spread the word please? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 ily all anyway <3

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queenk00k · 4 years ago

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red wine lips part 1 // rafe cameron

Warnings: alcohol, drug use, sexual content

Word count: 2000

PART 2 NOW UPLOADED

PART 3 NOW UPLOADED

FINAL PART NOW UPLOADED

fic idea from my ship with rafe from @socialwriter

moodboard idea from @harrysbbby

You were going to be late.

Correction: You and Rafe Cameron were going to be late, and it’s all his fault for hosting a party the night before, in what you assumed was an effort to impress you (which, by the way, didn’t work) and you were pissed.

You had overslept and Rafe, having been preoccupied with multiple bags, hadn’t slept at all.

“Rafe!” You yell. “We’re going to be late, and I will not have you turning up to this thing in anything less than a suit. Get dressed and hurry the fuck up!” You hop across the first-floor landing, pulling your heels on as you made a beeline for Rafe’s bedroom.

Not bothering to knock (when had you two had any manners towards each other anyway?), you push open the heavy wooden door to see Rafe bent over his dresser, half dressed in navy suit pants and an open white shirt. He’s surreptitiously cutting the last of the night’s supply into neat lines with his black AMEX card, tapping his foot absentmindedly.

“Keeping the party going, are we?” You ask, folding your arms across your satin clad chest.

Rafe doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, he finishes what he was doing before you interrupted, snorting his line and wiping his nose as he turns around.

He smirks. “Looking good, Y/N. That dress would look better off you though.”

You roll your eyes. “Firstly, keep it in your pants, and secondly, you better not be thinking about bringing coke to the tour. We’re being classy today, Cameron,” you say, using the nickname only reserved for when you were annoyed at your long-time friend.

Rafe chuckles and starts buttoning his shirt, stepping towards you as his brows furrow in concentration. “I’ll behave.”

You look up at him incredulously.

“Promise,” he says. “I’ll just get drunk today. That’s what wine tastings are for, right?”

You figured him being drunk was the best-case scenario. At least you could guarantee the absence of Pogues – no fighting today.

“I’ll take it. Come on, we need to go. Our driver’s outside.”

You turn to leave, but Rafe grabs your wrist suddenly, holding you back. “Wait, wait.” Rafe’s blue eyes stare down at you intensely and, you’re ashamed to admit, you think they’re actually quite pretty. “I do really think you look nice today. Red’s your colour.”

There’s a brief pause as you wait for the usual sexual remark, but a beat passes without one and you’re pleasantly surprised.

“Thanks, Rafe,” you reply with a smile as you head out the door, but before you fully leave you pop your head back through the frame.

“Oh, and Rafe?”

“Mm?”

“Wear a red tie.” You wink before turning on your heel, swooping the dress behind you as you make your way downstairs.

There’s excited chatter amongst your group as your driver pulls up to the iron gates of the most prestigious winery in the Outer Banks and you gaze out the window at the vines spread out across the field.

The car comes to a stop and Rafe jumps out before you, impressing you by taking your hand and helping you step out of the vehicle onto the gravelled road. You look up at him and think to yourself how handsome he looks and, not to mention, how good you both look together in red.

You and Rafe first met as kids, when you were both left at the country club’s “kidZone” whilst your mums sipped champagne and got uncomfortably close to men who weren’t their husbands. Since then, your families were always close and you and Rafe became good friends, bonded by your love of two things: money and having a good time.

There was underlying sexual tension between the two of you since you were old enough to wear a bra and Rafe was old enough to notice, but neither of you had ever acted on it.

Sometimes the fun was left in the unknown, the untouched possibilities, the lingering gazes and suggestive comments.

“Like what you see?” Rafe teases, snapping you out of your reflective state.

You chuckle. “What if I do?” You walk away without giving Rafe a chance to reply, feeling his wandering eyes burn a hole in your back as you make sure to swing your hips in a way you know will have him distracted for the rest of the day.

Like you said – sometimes all the fun was in the chase.

Maybe this time he could catch you.

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“So this one here is our flagship viognier – it’s a full bodied white wine, and because it’s been aged in oak like our chardonnay, it’s a very rich taste and you’ll be able to taste notes of vanilla,” the sommelier explains as he pours an annoyingly small amount of wine into your glass before moving onto Rafe’s next to you.

You notice he’s gone light on the wine as he’s serving to your group, clearly uncomfortable with the raucous group of barely legal 21-year-olds.

Rafe swirls the wine around his glass and says “how much for a bottle?”

You scoff. “You haven’t even tasted it yet. See if you like it first.”

“Don’t be so bossy, Y/N,” he replies before downing the wine in one gulp, much to the horror of your sommelier.

You quickly follow suit, taking a bit longer to savour the taste of the wine before you swallow completely. You actually enjoy this wine stuff, taking the time to learn about different types of grapes before you organised this trip for you, Rafe, Topper, Kelce and your group of girlfriends from college. You notice Rafe watching you as you tip your head back, his blue eyes following the curve of your neck, his jaw clenching as you swallow.

No prizes for guessing what he’s thinking about you swallowing instead.

After a few more glasses as you make your way down to the final bottle of wine, you feel yourself getting dizzier and your friends are speaking louder and louder until Rafe finds it necessary to bring his lips to your ear every time he wants to speak to you.

“You know, you and I….we could have some fun together,” Rafe says as he trails a finger up your thigh.

You slap his hand and move it off you, bringing your gaze to his face which is tantalizing close to yours, willing yourself not to bring your gaze to his lips which are stained ever so slightly with red.

“You said you were going to behave, Cameron,” you remind him, raising your eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

“What, I can’t treat my princess to something I know she’s been waiting for all these years?” Rafe looks at you expectantly.

“Your princess?”

“You been cosying up to anyone else today?” Rafe points out, fingering the collar of his suit jacket that’s been draped over your bare shoulders at some point in the afternoon.

Fuck, he’s right.

“…I was cold,” you say, witty replies be damned.

“Mmhm.”

You stare at each other for a beat, before Rafe spins in his seat (almost toppling off) and faces the bar.

“How much is a bottle of the merlot?” He asks the sommelier.

You see the guy purse his lips.

“It’s our most expensive bottle.”

Rafe scoffs. “Weird price. How much is it?”

The sommelier furrows his brows and looks around the room, his gaze falling upon Topper and Kelce who were talking animatedly, their ties hanging loose around their necks.

“Where are your parents? Maybe you should wait for them to get here and they could pick something out for you?”

Oh boy, you think. Not difficult for you to predict how Rafe was going to react to that comment.

True to form, Rafe pushes back from the table and stands up, his jaw clenched and his large frame towering over the server, who at least has the common sense to look intimidated.

“Do you know who I am, bro?”

“Don’t answer that,” you warn him with a wave of your hand. “Better to just let him tell you.”

You had seen Rafe on power trips like this in the past when his influence has been questioned. It proves troublesome when whoever he’s talking to just isn’t having it, but usually you find it pretty hot.

Rafe places his hands on the counter and leans over to look the server in the eyes.

You do him a favour by holding his tie back, so it doesn’t take a dip in the cabernet sauvignon.

“I’m Rafe Cameron. Do you know who my father is? Yeah,” Rafe says as the sommelier gulps, “Ward Cameron. We basically own this island. Do you own an island?”

The server shakes his head in defeat.

“I didn’t think so,” Rafe says, standing up straight again and shooting you a brief smirk as you take your hand off his tie.

You figure he’s grateful.

“Now, my group and I here would like 10 bottles.”

The sommelier clears his throat before replying. “Of course, sir, which 10 bottles would you like?”

Rafe chuckles as he flashes his AMEX. “Oh no, you misunderstand. I want 10 bottles of every single wine you have.”

Your painted lips curl into a smile.

It was going to be a good afternoon.

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Before you know it, you’re sitting next to Rafe at a table in the courtyard, your leg moving dangerously closer to his, his eyes grazing over your chest intermittently.

Topper is telling a story about his ex-girlfriend Sarah, who he insists he’s “completely over” (yeah right) and you’re barely listening, your eyes glazed over as you bring the crystal glass to your lips absentmindedly.

Hard to concentrate on anything when Rafe Cameron’s hand is inching closer up your thigh, pulling the satin fabric up with it until your leg is almost completely exposed to the cool afternoon air.

You’re thankful for two things.

One, the fact that you had the foresight to shave that morning.

And two, the biological blessing that was your ability to hide how completely and utterly turned on you are in that moment.

You start squirming in your seat, clearing your throat as you become increasingly aware of how flushed your cheeks feel, warmth pooling in your belly as you swallow thickly and turn to Rafe.

He looks at you expectantly and in a daring move, presses his lips to your neck softly.

Completely out of character for Rafe, it’s almost sweet and doesn’t do your state any favours as you squeeze your thighs together, wetness already starting to spread to your underwear.

Goddamnit, you think. You look up at Rafe through your long eyelashes, and bring your lips to his ear to whisper “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Rafe looks at you excitedly, and you figure it wouldn’t hurt (too much) to drag out the inevitable just that bit longer.

“Do not even think about following me,” you say as you stand up, praying your arousal hasn’t started to show on your dress. You picked a good day to wear satin, for goodness sake.

Rafe looks hurt as you walk into the ladies’ bathroom, not doubting that he will follow your wishes. He may be a sexual deviant but he’s not one to cross boundaries, especially yours.

You brace yourself on the porcelain sink, breathing heavily as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look frazzled and flushed, all because of Rafe.

You have an idea, and smirk to yourself as you prepare to leave.

You make your way out of the bathroom, walking slowly back to the group, stopping where only Rafe can see you.

You don’t have to wait long for Rafe to look up and catch your eye. It gives you some sort of satisfaction to see his face change from confusion to shock, and you know you’ve got him hooked.

You’re holding your red lace thong in your hand, winking as you stuff it discreetly into your clutch. You’ve never seen Rafe look so impressed.

Game on.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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What if Andy was obsessed with a coworker and overheard her talking about a date she’s going on after work

Cooler Talk

Warning: obsession, unwanted touching.

“So, you finally found your human side,” Canavan remarked as the cream clouded around the swirl of your spoon and melded into the dark brew. “Tell me about him.”

“He like baseball, um, he’s a counsellor, and he has the worst profile picture I’ve ever seen on a dating profile,” you chuckled, “But he talked me into it. Any one smooth enough to argue a lawyer into a night out... figure it might be worth it.”

“Not just any lawyer.” Canavan takes the pot and empties it into the same metal travel mug she’s carried around for years. The one she plunks on your desk when she’s about to have an important chat with you. A coffee-filled gavel that brings order quicker than any judge. “Where are you going?”

“Well, I managed to angle him away from a baseball stadium but he settled on the convention they’re having tonight at the arena. The one where all the washed up batters sign cards hidden for years in sock drawers.”

“That sounds like more than a compromise to me.” Canavan said. “Do you know anything about baseball?”

“I know he’s going to buy me as many drinks as I need to get through this thing... and if they’re not serving, he’s buying me the biggest bottle of top shelf cabernet we can find.” You turned and leaned on the counter as you brought your mug to your lips.

“If you think of flaking, tell him my night’s free,” Andy smirked as tucked his hands in his pockets. You hadn’t even heard him enter. He glanced at the empty pot and sighed. “It’s always you two and no coffee.”

“Strike while the iron, or rather, pot, is hot, eh, Barber,” Canavan checked the clock on the wall and grabbed her big metal cup. “You tell me about the date on Monday... and pray I make it through this hearing.”

You shook your head and sat at one of the round tables in the break room. Andy brushed by your chair and went about loading the machine. Just outside, the sound of fingertips on keyboards, the metallic swivel of chairs, and the chatter of your co-workers filled the office.

You looked over at Andy between scrolling through your e-mails on your phone. He tapped his fingers on the counter as he waited. He turned suddenly, as if sensing your divided attention.

“So, is it excitement or anxiety?” He crossed his arms.

“Bit of both.” You shrugged.

“And you think you can get past this guys baseball obsession for more than one date?”

“What is it Andy? You jealous I bagged a good guy? I mean, he is more your type, isn’t he?”

“Sounds like actually,” he scoffed and turned to grab his faded Red Sox mug from the cupboard and filled it to the brim. “If it works out,” he turned back and neared the table. “Maybe you can bring him to me and Laurie’s next barbeque.”

“Maybe,” you smiled, “You know the date thing was always an excuse. I just hate those suburban moms and their judgy eyes.”

“Judgy eyes...” he mused as he sat, “I think I know what you mean.”

You laughed and the room went silent as you sipped. You had a few case files to get through before the end of your day, then the drive home, a frantic search through your closet for an outfit, the struggle to do your make-up without looking overdone...

You looked up as you felt a warmth in your face. Andy was watching you, the same way he did a perp in the interrogation room. His brows were lowered and the wrinkle in his forehead was deep.

“What?” You asked dumbly as you set down your cup.

“Just... thinking,” he exhaled, “You know, it’s been years since I went on a first date. Obviously. And it was so long ago.”

“You’re not crazy enough to miss it, are you?”

“Dating? No. Just that feeling. Of something new, someone new. The thrill of finding out more, of waiting for more. The possibility of what could happen. That maybe that person is that one person who fills in all the holes in your life.” He said.

“Wow, Laurie’s a lucky girl to have a guy as sappy as you,” you grinned.

He was quiet again. He looked down at his black coffee. His cheek twitched derisively.

“This guy, whoever he is, he’s the lucky one,” Andy said quietly and lifted his gaze to you. “If I’d known you had the stomach for baseball... if Laurie and I...”

You frowned, confused. He stared at you and grazed his beard with his fingertips.

“I always missed you at our barbeques. I just end up thinking about you the whole time, pretending she’s you as she makes her rounds with the guests. It’s easier in the dark, when it’s me and her to close my eyes and think of your skin instead of hers. To hear your voice in my ear...”

“Andy--” you hit your mug with your arm and the coffee spilled down your front as you stood. “Shit!” You stomped over to the sink and pumped out the paper towel. “You can’t--” you turned back as he stood, “You can’t talk like that. What are you even--”

“How else am I supposed to feel. I spend most of my day here. You’re here. Then I go home and she’s not there. She’s working, drinks with a friend, shopping, taking Jacob to one thing or another.”

He neared as you tried to dry your front. Your blouse clung to your skin, brown and transparent. He reached past you and ripped away some more paper towel. He pushed aside your hand as he tugged the tails of your shirt loose. You tried to shove him away and he grabbed your hips and forced you back against the counter.

“You get me through the day,” he said as he dabbed at your stomach, “I know it’s just dreams but they help. And when you’re really there, smiling at me, all my problems just go away.” His hand slipped down to the front of your skirt. “But when this man disappoints you like all the others, I’ll still be here...” He pressed his hand to your vee and you winced. “And maybe you’ll realise that I can do for you everything they can’t.”

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