#just tie a pillow to your door punch it and move on ok? be nice to kids

[jalapenobee]

hey if a little kid is ever like. mad at you or acting up or whining please don't act mad at them. "but if they're mad then i should be mad back!!" NO you shouldn't. please be nice to them. even when someone is mad please be kind to them. please teach them.

[tchallasbabymama]

Potential Breakup Fic

Yes, this is inspired by the re-release of the classic “Potential Breakup Song” by legends Aly & AJ. Check out the rest of my Masterlist HERE. Enjoy!

Word count: 2223

CW: Niggas aint shit. Kiana sat on her couch and tried not to cry into her glass of merlot. She took off her heels and got up to unzip her dress and take off her bra since she knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. She checked her phone again and was met with an empty screen. No notifications, no missed calls. She threw her phone down in anger, and was thankful when she noticed the screen didn’t crack.

“I can't believe this nigga.”

She looked at the clock and shook her head. It was 12:07am, and her 25th birthday was officially over without so much as a word from her boyfriend. Just last night he had told her to be ready by 7, and she hadn't heard from him since.

They had been together, on and off, for three years. They met their junior year at Howard, but didn’t hit it off right away. He was too slick for her liking, but over time he eventually weaseled his way into her heart. His smile lit up the whole room and his big brown eyes could seduce anyone just like that. And he did, constantly. T’Challa was a huge flirt, and it was cute when they were still single and just getting to know each other, but even now T’Challa turns his charm on for every pretty face he sees. Kiana had brought it up to him many times, letting him know how disrespected she felt. He would always say the same thing.

“But entle, I’m just being nice. You know I only have eyes for you.”

She did know that once, but that ended about a year and a half ago when she was casually scrolling through twitter on his phone and caught him cheating.

“T’Challa!”

“Yes, my love?”

“What the fuck is this?!”

“Why are you on my phone?!”

“Don't fucking raise your voice at me, I’m not in the wrong here. I saw a funny tweet and started scrolling when YOU got a text from some bitch named Jasmine talking bout ‘I miss you daddy’ and sending you pictures of her pussy. Care to explain?”

He reached for the phone and she pulled it away from him.

“Nah-uh, talk.”

He sighed in exasperation. 

“If you give me the phone I can explain, sithan-”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me, answer the goddamn question. How long, T’Challa?!”

“Just once. Eh, one and a half maybe-”

He was interrupted by a throw pillow to the head.

“How the fuck do you halfway cheat nigga?!”

“She just gave me head the first ti-”

“That’s still cheating!”

“Will you lower your voice? You have neighbors.”

“Fuck! Them! Did you even use a condom?”

“Yes, Kiana I’m not-”

“Stupid? You’re not stupid?” Kiana laughed. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“My love, I-”

“Oh now I’m your love? Where the fuck was that energy when you were balls deep in this other bitch?!”

T’Challa stood there dumbstruck. He had never seen Kiana get this angry and didn’t know what to say. He knew he was wrong when he did it, but seeing the tears streaming down her face made him truly regret what he’d done. She had been so busy with school and work that she barely had time for him anymore. He had needs and just so happened to stumble upon someone more than willing to fulfil them. 

He cursed himself for not locking his phone or at the very least, turning it over. 

“How many, T’Challa...” Kiana sniffled.

“I told you, it was only twice-”

“How many women?!”

He froze, not knowing if he should mention Lisa since that was so much earlier in their relationship.

“Oh my god...oh my god...oh my- are you fucking serious?! I-I have to...I have to go get tested, I-”

“Kia-”

“What?!”

She looked at him with such fierceness that he shrunk under her gaze.

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t do it to hurt you, I was-”

He was stopped by a heavy-handed slap across his cheek that nearly knocked him over.

“Get the fuck out.” She said, barely above a whisper.

Six months later they ran into each other in the grocery store and decided to catch up over a cup of coffee. Kiana had healed and moved on, but T’Challa was still stuck on her. They had spent almost two good years together before he ruined what they had, and he just couldn’t let it go. He loved her, and he was determined to make it work this time.

Or so he really, truly thought before he met Marci...and Tanisha...

T’Challa knew he wasn’t a one-woman man, but he just couldn’t let Kiana go. His dalliances were never serious, just enough to scratch his constant itching. Sometimes they were a one-time thing, but others stuck around if they were good enough and knew how to be discreet. No matter what though, he always came back home to Kiana because despite his trash behavior, he really did love her in his own toxic way.

However, he didn’t love her enough to double check his calendar before leaving work on her birthday, or any day leading up to it. He had forgotten what day it was, and when he told Kiana to be ready at 7 he just meant for a regular date night. 

It had been a long day at the Wakandan Embassy and Kiana’s Prince Charming needed a drink more than anything. He stopped at the first bar he came across that looked halfway decent. T’Challa walked up to the bar and caught the eye of the beautiful barkeep.

“Hiya, what can I do for you?”

T’Challa smiled his panty-dropping smile and she smiled back, revealing her perfect, white teeth. There was nothing he loved more than a pretty smile.

“Well, miss…”

“Tanisha,” she responded while using both arms to mix a shaker full of liquid courage and ice. His eyes avoided her chest, slyly watching in the periphery only. 

“Well, Miss Tanisha, I had a horrible day at work and I am in need of a whiskey on the rocks. Preferably Jack, but truly anything will do.”

“We all have those days honey. Here’s a double on the house,” she said as she slid the drink to him across the bar top with a wink.

T’Challa licked his lips and lifted his glass to her before taking a sip of the warm amber liquid. He let out a sigh and his day seemed to melt away. 

Tanisha kept coming back to check on him and they would chat when the crowd died down. T’Challa was on his third double when she came over with a plate of wings.

“You’re an angel.” He dug into the wings and made a complete mess on his shirt, so he went to the bathroom to try to wash the stain out. On his way back to the bar he noticed a very tall and sweaty man leaning over the bar trying to talk to Tanisha. From what he could see, she wasn’t feeling the conversation, but he kept approaching her anyway. When T’Challa returned to his seat she immediately gravitated towards him. This angered Mr. Tall and Sweaty, who drunkenly attempted to punch T’Challa in the face. T’Challa dodged the lazy punch and knocked him out cold with one hit. Security saw the whole thing go down, and removed Tall and Sweaty from the building once he came to. 

“What you got planned for the night, handsome?”

“Nothing at all, why do you ask?”

“I get off at 9, wanna hang out?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good, now here’s a water.”

“Thank you, angel.”

By 10pm he was already halfway inside her, and when his phone started vibrating he was too wrapped up in her to think anything of it. Without looking he quieted the annoying sound and turned the phone off so he could focus on the task at hand.

Two and a half hours later, T’Challa was creeping out of Tanisha’s bed right as Kiana was sliding into hers. She had washed off all her makeup, but she didn’t have the emotional energy to tie up her hair. Normally she would wear one of T’Challa’s t-shirts, but she was too angry with him so she slept in a cute nighty she never wore. She admired herself in the mirror for half a second before bursting into tears and pulling the covers up to her head. She tried to stop crying, but the tears kept coming and she eventually gave herself a headache. How could he miss her birthday?

Kiana got up and threw on her plush maroon robe before she padded to the bathroom to grab some Advil. On the way she noticed her phone getting multiple notifications, the first of which was from her best friend Bebe.

“Have u seen this?! Sis, I’m so sorry. When we slashing his tires? Just 3 tho, this nigga needs to pay $$$.”

“What the fuck is she talking about?”

Kiana clicked the link and saw that it was Bebe’s cousin Darrell’s Instagram Story. Apparently there was a fight at the bar where he was celebrating a coworker’s promotion and he had filmed it for all of Instagram to see. Kayla stared at her phone in shock. There was her aint-shit boyfriend at a goddamn bar on her fucking birthday. She watched him punch a guy in the face on her birthday. At a bar. Without her.

She thought the kicker came when she saw him turn around and flirt with the bartender, but the story after that just about killed her. There he was, leading her out the back door with his hand too far down on her lower back to be simply platonic. Even the caption read “Ooooh someone’s about to get some ‘thank you’ pussy. That damsel in distress pussy hit different!”

Kiana saw red and almost cracked her phone for a second time tonight. 

She grabbed the remaining merlot and downed it before throwing the bottle at the picture of them on the fridge. She watched the glass shatter and cut their faces while the trace bit of deep red wine seeped down the picture like blood. She wanted to trash the whole place, but remembered she would have to clean it later. Kiana started to hyperventilate and felt like she needed to get some air when she heard the lock turn.

“Kiki, what are you doin- are you ok? What happened here?”

Kiana ignored him as she walked towards where she threw her phone, silently pulling up the story and handing it to him. She watched his face go from confused, to shocked, to fearful. No regret, though. 

“Ki-”

“Give me your key.”

“Kiana, please let me-”

“The key. Now,” she said with her voice completely devoid of any emotion.

T’Challa assumed she would be angry and yell or throw things, but this quiet storm terrified him. To him, it felt like she didn’t even care anymore. He was right.

He slowly reached his hand out and she snatched the key ring, removing hers and tossing the rest back to him.

“I’ll have your stuff packed by the morning. It’ll be outside my door by 8am. If it’s still there when I get back from work it’s going in the trash.”

T’Challa couldn’t bear the coldness in her voice. Tears rolled down his face and his knees buckled.

“Kiana, please. I can explain, I didn-”

“I don't give a fuck what you did or didnt do. You know why?”

“W-why?”

“Because it was my birthday, T’Challa. MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY and YOU forgot it. Not only did you forget it, my gift was you fucking some other bitch and leaving me lonely yet again. So no, I don't care if you fucked her or not even though I know your sorry ass did. I know she’s probably not the only one because I saw how easily you slid on in there in that video. You were way too comfortable, so I don't even want to ask you how many because it doesnt fucking matter anymore. Now you can stick your dick in every fine ass Black girl you see without remorse, oh wait...you were already doing that. So fuck you, get out my apartment before I call my brothers.”

“Kiana…”

“5, 4, 3,...” Kiana counted as she dialed her eldest brother Trey’s number, ignoring T'Challa's pathetic excuses. “2, 1… Hey Trey, I’m sorry did I wake you up?...Yeah I have a situat- oh look at that, his bitch ass is leaving-”

“I am sorry, Kiana,” T’Challa said one last time before she slammed the door in his face. He could hear her on the other side of the door explaining the situation to her brother, and when she started to cry it finally hit him. Her wails broke his spirit and more tears fell from his eyes. 

He knew Trey would be over soon to comfort his baby sister and he needed to get the hell out of dodge, so T’Challa left Kiana’s apartment and never came back. Not even for his things, which turned out to be the best thing for Kiana because she and her girls got to burn it all up in Trey’s backyard fire pit and finally release that toxic man from her life.

[davidobitch]

Beg For It | Jeff Wittek

ok so i took this from here. nobody requested it but me and ashley (as always) were talking about one of jeff’s 203 sides and i needed to write this. so thank you ashley for this. my inspo for probably everything now.

this just might be the actual filthiest thing i’ve ever written so um yeah majorrr smut warning.

Your music blared through Jeff’s apartment as you went room to room, cleaning everything to perfection. It was no surprise that this quarantine was getting to your head and the only thing you could do was clean all day. So that’s what you did.

Jeff made it very clear that touching any of his barber things when he’s not around is the only thing off limits. But does that mean cleaning his area is off limits, too? You were about to find out.

Just as you were about done without putting anything out of its place, your hip accidentally knocks his desk causing things to fall everywhere. Not only were hairspray and hair gel bottles everywhere, but sitting right at your feet, in too many pieces to fix, were his hair clippers.

“Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” You scrambled to pick up the pieces, making sure not to leave anything on the ground. Tears pricked your eyes, knowing how pissed your boyfriend is going to be when he gets home.

You debated for the next hour whether or not you should tell Jeff now or wait to tell him face to face. For a lot of people, they wouldn’t see the problem with the accident. But Jeff’s entire life revolved around cutting hair. Those clippers were like his baby and you were dreading the moment you had to tell him.

It wasn’t long before Jeff finally came home. Which means you didn’t have enough time to prepare for the disaster that was about to happen.

“Hi baby,” Jeff says as he drops his keys on the counter and walks over to you. You stayed silent as you stared at your boyfriend, mentally telling him you fucked up. “(Y/N) what happened...baby what did you do?” His voice was low, but his words laced with slight anger.

“It was an accident. I-”

“(Y/N)...”

Tears brimmed your eyes, your gaze focusing on anything that wasn’t Jeff, “I was cleaning and I wanted to make your space really nice so you didn’t have to do it and you could relax for on-”

“Spit it out (Y/N)” Jeff hissed, his arms crossed over his chest as he backed away.

“I broke your clippers,” your words came out barely audible. You glanced up at Jeff to see his face burning with rage.

He ran his fingers through his hair, laughing from the irritation building up inside him, “This is a fucking joke. Where’s the camera? Huh?” It caught you by surprise when Jeff started throwing pillows and blankets around, eventually moving towards books and anything that wouldn’t cause too much damage to the apartment.

“It was an accident! Jeff stop!” You didn’t bother holding back the tears anymore as Jeff tore apart the living room. “Baby, please!”

“God fucking damn it, (Y/N)! You had one job. One! You couldn’t leave my shit alone?!”

“Jeff- I-”

Jeff’s pacing back and forth trying to calm himself down, but you don’t dare move from your spot.

“I don’t ask much from you. The only thing I asked was that you stay away from my space. And you couldn’t even do that,” Jeff rubbed his face, letting out a huff of air before leaving the apartment. Your tears continued as you started picking up the thrown objects around the room.

It’s been hours since Jeff left and part of you didn’t think he was coming home tonight. Hanging onto that small bit of hope, you crawled into bed to pass the time with your tv. A couple more hours passed before you heard the door to the apartment open and shut quietly, as if Jeff didn’t want you to know he was home.

Cautiously creeping into the bedroom, Jeff shuffled across the room peeling his clothes off with every step. Your attention remained on your tv as he settled under the covers with you. With his back resting against the headboard, you scooted farther away from him hoping he would get the hint not to bother you.

The TV became white noise to the both of you. A distraction to keep you from going at each other’s throats.

After what felt like 3 days of silence, Jeff finally opened his mouth, “Baby,” you pulled your hand away as he tried to reach for it, “I’m sorry, okay?” You stayed quiet, turning your body so your back was facing him. “Please talk to me baby.”

The bed squeaked as Jeff slid down, moving his body behind yours. His lips trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck, all the way down your arm.

You let out a deep sigh, giving into him, “You’re a fucking asshole. You know that?”

“I know. But I asked you not to touch my stuff. You have to see my side,” Jeff mumbled as he continued kissing every inch of your body that he possibly can.

“I get that, Jeff. I do. But you left without even listening to me. Not to mention you were gone for hours with no calls, no texts. Nothing.” 

Jeff stops with the kisses and rests his chin on your shoulder, “Ok. I get it. I’m an asshole. I shouldn’t have left. Now can you forgive me, please?”

You turned around to face him, finally getting a good look at him. His eyes were puffy and dark, clearly tired. Your hand cupped his face, “I’ll think about it. Okay?”

But that wasn’t enough for him. In one swift movement, Jeff pushed your back down and hovered over your. Placing kisses all over your neck, down your chest and stomach, “Please, baby,” Jeff mumbles in between kisses, “I’ll do anything for you to forgive me.” His lips slowly trailing down your panties, “Anything,” he says, his breath hot against the cloth.

He knows what he’s doing to you, but you weren’t gonna give into him that easily. Not this time. You run your hand through his hair, “Anything, baby?” you question him as he continues to place kisses through your panties.

A smile plays on your lips as he nods, “Then let me go to bed,” you say as you push him off of you. Turning your back to him again, Jeff groans at your stubbornness but he doesn’t put up a fight.

Eventually Jeff fell asleep without another word from either of you. But you on the other hand couldn’t fall asleep after your boyfriend's little game. You turned your head to make sure Jeff was fully asleep before quietly getting out of bed and changing into something more...inappropriate.

Getting back into bed, you swing your legs over Jeff’s lap, careful not to wake him. Your lips pressed against his neck, working at his sweet spot and your hand played with the waistband of his boxers. Pushing your hips down, the pressure woke Jeff up instantly, “Fuck, (Y/N). What are you doing?” He practically moans as his head shoots up.

You pull away from his neck and sit up causing Jeff’s eyes to widen from your choice of minimal clothing, “Just having some fun,” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you slip your hand into his boxers.

You watch Jeff throw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut from the pleasure. “God, (Y/N). You’re fucking wild.” His hands grip your thighs as you run your thumb over his head.

Completely vulnerable under your touch, Jeff whimpers, “Don’t fuck with me, baby,” Your hand working painfully slow to give him what he needs only for you remove it completely.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight,” your hands intertwined with Jeff’s, pinning them over his head. Grinding your hips down hard, you can feel Jeff’s bulge get harder from your actions.

Your lips returned to his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. Circling your hips was enough to make Jeff cum right there, but you weren’t gonna let him off that easy. You lifted your hips and shimmied further down his body. Leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach, you take the waistband on his boxers between your teeth and pull them down with the help of your hands.

Jeff wasted no time wrapping his hand in your head, involuntarily pushed your head down to his cock. “No, baby. We’re doing things my way this time,” Jeff hisses as you pull his hands from your hair, tying them to the headboard.

Settling yourself between his legs, you blew cold air against Jeff’s cock, causing him to buck his hips up. “Be careful baby, doing what you’re not told is gonna make this worse for you.” you cooed.

You dragged your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the top, swirling it around his head.

“Fuckin’ hell, (Y/N),” Jeff moaned, wanting nothing more than to touch you. 

With one hand gripping his thigh, the other wrapped around his cock, covering what your mouth counted. Jeff’s moans filled the room. His hands pulled at the tie that bounded him to the bed.

Inching closer to his climax, Jeff accidentally bucked his hips up, making you gag against him. He cursed under his breath, knowing he shouldn’t have done that. “Fuck. (Y/N), babe. I- I’m sorry, that- I didn’t-” Jeff stuttered as you looked up at him through your lashes.

Whimpering from the loss of contact, you bring yourself back up to his face, “You shouldn’t have done that,” you say, your hand grabbed his jaw, “I told you not to do that,” Your thumb traced his bottom lip before you kissed him, quite forcefully. Just as Jeff tried to deepen the kiss, you pulled away and climbed off of him to settle on the other side of the bed. 

“(Y/N), come on. This isn’t fucking fun anymore,” Jeff hisses, his hands punching the wall behind him.

“I don’t know baby, I’m having a lot of fun,” you say as you lean back on your elbows, your legs spread far enough to give Jeff a perfect view. Your hand slipping into your panties, feeling how wet Jeff made you. A moan slipped through your mouth as you slipped a finger into yourself, pumping slowly at first and getting faster with each passing second.

You watched Jeff’s face burn, wishing it was him making you feel this good. Knowing it should be his fingers getting you off. “Maybe next time you’ll learn to be a good boy,” you breathe out before letting out a string of moans.

“What the fuck, (Y/N),” Jeff groans, “Baby, please,” Jeff begs, making you stop your movements.

You slipped your hand out and crawled over to your frustrated boyfriend, “Please what?” you whisper as you work to untie Jeff. “I want you to beg for it, daddy.”

Your word choice was enough for Jeff to rip his hands from the headboard, flipping the two of you over, “Please let me fuck you so good that the whole floor knows,” Jeff lips latched on your neck, biting at your sweet spot.

He doesn’t wait for an answer before moving your panties to the side and shoving himself into you, a high pitched moan erupted from your throat. His dick hitting the right spot with every thrust. Jeff flips you on to your stomach and pulls your hips up, pushing himself into your harder this time. Your hands grip the bed sheets as you get closer to your climax.

“Jeff, I- I- fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, clenching your walls around his cock.

He pulls you up by your hair, his lips pressed to your shoulder, “Not until I say so,” His breath hot against your ear. You knew he was close when his thrusts started to slow down and become sloppy.

“Jeff, please,” you whimpered, not being able to hold on anymore.

“Cum for me, baby,” He whispers against your neck and she slams into a couple more times, slowly but hitting the right spots.

A string of moans spilled from both yours and Jeff’s mouths as you came down from your highs together.

“What the fuck was that, (Y/N)?” Jeff breaths out as he flops down on the bed next to you. A smile played on his lips. Your shoulders lifted and fell slightly, not really knowing what took over you. “Whatever I did to make you do that, maybe I need to do it more often”

[peaky-shelby]

Save The Last Dance For Me | Chris Evans. [ 1 ]

Warnings: Lots of fluff, humor and fun, a little cursing too

summary: After years of separation, Chris and Caroline meet again on the wedding of their mutual friend and uh well life is a very funny thing, ain’t it?

words: 1.300+

Author’s note: If it’s not obvious i got inspired to write this by Michael Buble’s song, save the last dance for me, and it’s just really fun and you can just read it to feel happy and I’d suggest listening to the song. Have fun!! It was supposed to be only one part but then I had so much fun I didn’t wanna stop so I decided to cut it in two parts. by the way i love weddings so i had A BLAST writing this.

Part 2 is coming tomorrow, if you guys like this.

Today was the day and to say everyone was freaking out was an understatement. Well there was one person that wasn’t worried as much and that was none other than Chris Evans himself. He was sitting, next to the pool, with his sunglasses on, enjoying the moment while literally everyone else was freaking out. One of the people freaking out was Caroline Baker, the maid of honor and wedding planner.

“Excuse me didn’t I tell you to move all the sunbeds away? We need space for dancing tonight!”

“Ms Caroline, Its only 3pm, people still wanna enjoy the sun next to the pool-”

“Then throw them in the pool.” She spat out. Don’t take her wrong, she was a nice person, but a very anxious one as well and she needed everything to be perfect for tonight, so she had turned bitch mode on.

“Ms. We can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Obvious reasons.” He hissed “All guests have been warned that the pool will be closed today at 6pm. When they leave we will get rid of the sunbeds.”

Chris was listening to the argument while drinking his fresh juice and he couldn’t help but giggle. He recognized that voice all too well, it was the famous Caroline Baker his first crush on pre-school and he could confirm that she had that exact bitch mode ever since she was born. She always used it on him.

“Fine but if i see one person laying at a sunbed after 6:01, I’m pushing him in the water.”

“Yes Ma’m.”

“Now go in and fix the tables. Quick!”

The Waiter left as he was told and Caroline huffed loudly as if it would help with her nerves. She started walking towards the bar to see if everything was alright there when suddenly she heard a very familiar voice.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” He said as she walked passed his sunbed. Caroline stopped in her tracks. Of all the people she didn’t want to see today he was on top of the list. He always found a way to tease her and annoy her and that was the last thing she needed on this kind of a day.

Nonetheless she turned around faking a smile.”You’re early.” she paused “why?”

Chris took of his sunglasses,laughing, and hanged them on his shirt. He took in her presence. Beautiful. He thought. Her Blonde curly hair were like gold under the sun. He shot her one of the very famous chris-evans-smirks. “I arrived last night. Booked a room here, it was easier than travelling last minute.”

“You’ve been here since last night?” her voice got smaller.

“Yeah I talked to elena, didn’t she say anything?”

Caroline faked a smile again “Guess she wanted to surprise me” she said in a high pitched voice.

Chris winked, smiling. Oh he was truly enjoying this, no doubt. 

“Well I gotta go actually do something useful unlike you so I’ll see you in like a year.” She turned around to leave but chris was quick to stand up and grab her arm, making her face him “what? No slap? kick in the nuts? punch in the face?”

Caroline narrowed her eyes “You want me to kick you in the nuts and slap you in the face?”

“No!” he answered quickly “But usually you find a reason to do so, when we meet each other. Now, you’re just gonna walk away?”

“Dude if you want me to kick you in the nuts just ask.”

“I don’t want-” He paused, lowering his eyes and letting go of her hand. “You’re too kind, I mean you’re not kind but you’re trying to and usually when we meet you’re just a blunt bitch.”

Caroline stepped closer, looking at him with her terrifying eyes staring right in his soul “Did you just call me a  bitch?”

“I did not-”

“Sounded like you did.”

“This is not going well.” He mumbled under his breath and he opened his mouth to speak but before a word could come out Caroline had already kicked him in the balls making him gasp in pain as he ducked down.

“how is this for a bitch?”

Chris raised his thumb and shrugged “awesome” he managed to say through the pain, sounding like an old grandpa. Caroline smirked and walked away, leaving him in his misery.

After making sure everything was alright at the bar, she went up to the brides room, rushing in like she was being chased. The bride, also known as Elena, startled at the noise of the door closing loudly and so did her hairdresser. She turned at the direction of the entrance and it took her only a few seconds to realize what was going on.

“Already?” she asked.

“You said he’d come directly on the reception because he had work, you promised I wouldn’t have to deal with him today.”

“I know but yesterday he called and said he got his day off for me, I hoped you guys wouldn’t run into each other until the ceremony.”

“Well we did.“ Caroline walked to the table with the sweets and started eating everything she would find.

“Who are we talking about?” Asked Elena’s mum walking out of the bathroom. Also known as Margaret.

“Evans” Answered Elena.

Caroline let her body crumble on the couch. 

“Chris is here already? Oh what a sweetheart, that kid was the kindest. Watching achieve his dreams makes me so happy.”

Caroline looked at margaret irradiated while eating her chocolates. “I’m this close jumping off the window.”

“wait, chris evans, as in Captain America, is here?” Asked the hairdresser, while curling Elena’s hair.

“What’s your name again?” Questioned Caroline

“Stella.” she answered. “I’m a huge fan of the marvel movies.”

“I’m a huge fan of punching people on the face.” mumbled Caroline under her breath.

“Car could you go get chris up here? I’d like to see him and stella should meet him.„ Requested Elena. ignoring her friend’s remark.

Caroline almost flew off the couch, looking at her friend through the mirror, with wide eyes “You HAVE to be joking!”

“hey I’m the bride, I make the rules.”

“I- Elena please don’t make me go talk to him!”

“Why do you even hate him so much?” Wondered margaret.

“He peed on my bag-”

“We were three years old Caroline!”

“He put honey on my shampoo. My hair smelled like Winnie the pooh for a week.”

“He was just messing around. You pranked him many times too on our Senior trip.”

“He put a spider on my pillow.”

“You put ants on his bags. Do not complain.”

“He told Matt I had LICE IN MY HAIR!”

“Because he had a crush on you! Obviously!”

“OK people should stop using the word obviously so often.” She said, remembering the waiter who had used the same word earlier. 

“Just go get him please.”

“No!”

“Caroline!” Complained Elena. “Please!”

Caroline pouted but gave in.

“When I get married, you’re bangee jumping!„

“Hey! You know I have a fear of heights!„

“And i have a fear of a evans but you don’t seem to care!„ she answered coldly, shuttling the door behind her.

On the way to his room, the only thing she thought about was Elena’s words. “He had a crush on you obviously”

“no he didn’t!” she spoke to herself, shaking her head.

Did she truly hate chris? Of course not. They both cared about each other a lot, which is why they both stood by each other no matter how annoying they were. As much as she hated to admit, chris was always there for her when she needed him, They saw each other ones every two years in reunions but there was a bond time would never break and Caroline knew that.

She knocked on his door hesitantly and when he opened she wished she had never knocked at all. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair were wet and a mess and his abs, well, his abs were very much visible.

“Care? Everything alright?” He asked. He couldn’t help but smirk. He knew what she was thinking and the way she stared at his abs made him chuckle.

“bite- I mean Bride wants to se-SEE you, She wants to see you ab-AND your hairdresser.”

Chris narrowed his eyes “my what?”

“HER. Her hairdresser, she wants you to come and see her and her hairdresser on her room.”

Chris draw a thin line with his lips nodding, trying not to laugh. “Ok.”Chris grabbed his keycard from the table next to the door and walked out. Caroline stood behind looking at him.

He is not actually gonna go half naked to the bride’s room, she thought. Then she remembered who she was dealing with and she pulled him back from his towel. Which she hadn’t really thought through, because the towel fell on the floor.

“OH MY GOD!” caroline threw the towel back at him, closing her eyes tightly. “GET BACK IN THE ROOM FOR GOD’S SHAKE!”

Chris started laughing like a maniac loudly, while putting the towel back around his body. the girl pushed him in the room and shut the door. Leaving herself on the hallway “Get dressed and then Come out!” She shouted at him through the other side of the door. 

The woman who was living in the room, opened the door just a little to see what was going, caroline noticed and laughed innocently “Everything is fine.”

After about 15 minutes chris walked out, clean and pretty with his suit. Caroline was sitting on the floor with her head between her knees trying to erase what she had just seen from her mind. Chris tilted his head looking down at her and kicked her lightly in the hips. She raised her head immediately and felt a sense of relief when she saw him dressed.

“Oh thank god.„ she stood up and examined him. He smiled.

“How do I look?„

Caroline, stepped closer and fixed his tie a little. He watched her as she moved it left and right trying to find the right spot. “Pretty” she mumbled behind her teeth but Chris caught it.

“Did you just give me a compliment?„ he asked laughing.

“I’m gonna take it back, I didn’t-„

“No no no! No refunds. Sorry.„ he joked and she finally looked up at him. She actually smiled and she didn’t have to take it this time. They looked in each other’s eyes for what felt like forever until caroline stepped backwards. “We gotta go, come on.„ she pulled him by the arm and walked with him till Elena’s room.

“You’re not coming in?„ he asked

“I got work, and I have to get ready and no time. So no.„ she answered simply and he nodded in understanding. “By the way there’s a girl in there who would love to dance with you tonight. Don’t screw it up.„

Caroline turned around and walked away to go to her room. Chris smiled as he watched her disappear in the hallway. One thing was fore sure he couldn’t wait to she her in her pretty dress. He was already certain she’d look like an angel.

Please comment if you want more.

[rebelminxy]

Once a King, Always a King (Friday)

Pairing: KingBacchus!Jensen x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 9211

Square Filled: Bondage

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Content, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female and Male Receiving), Some Fluff, Smut, Bondage, Unprotected Sex

Summary: Jensen is heading to New Orleans to participate in Mardi Gras as the King of Bacchus. But there is one girl he wants to celebrate the fun-filled weekend with. Now that he has the chance to show her how he really feels, while being in her hometown and having some fun together, will their relationship blossom to more than just friends?

A/N:  So, first off, I have total respect for the Ackles family. I adore their family dynamic and this fic isn’t meant to offend them in any way whatsoever. This is purely written for fun and I send the Ackles family all the best positive vibes I have hoping they continue to be as happy as always. For this fic, Jensen is single. I got the idea after seeing a few videos of his time down here for Mardi Gras and seeing him dressed as the King of Bacchus at the parade. This is my twelfth square filled for @spnkinkbingo .  Feedback is welcomed and hope y’all enjoy it!

A/N 2: I honestly don’t have Jensen’s entire schedule that he had while he was here, so I will mention the ones we know about from social media and add a few things here and there that he could possibly have done while in the city.

SERIES MASTERLIST

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MASTERLIST

               Jensen woke up from a happy dream. He dreamt that he and (Y/N) had slept together, that he was finally able to touch, taste and see what he always wanted. That he finally had hope that she was into him like he was into her. He turned in his bed and opened his eyes to see that what he dreamt was a reality. There, on the other side of the bed, laid (Y/N) with the covers only on her bottom half. Her hair was all over the pillow and he could see the slight bruising on her breasts from his biting. He wished they had gone on some more, wish he could have lasted longer, but he was very content with what they had shared. This gave him hope, that maybe she really was into him.

              He reached over a gently caressed her arm that was beside her. But at the slightest touch, (Y/N)’s body reacted, and a slight jump made her wake up. She looked around the room with groggy eyes and finally landed on Jensen.  She smiled and leaned up onto her elbows.

“Good morning and happy birthday J.”

“Mm, yeah that was a great start for a birthday,” he said huskily.

“Well, birthday sex is the great sex, especially between friends that are cool with it.”

              Jensen instantly looked up at her, seeing the bright smile on her face as she lifted the covers over the rest of her body. He couldn’t tell if she was serious about that comment or measuring out his reaction to the word friends. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he nodded his head in agreement. He watched as she got out of bed and wrapped her body in the sheet, making her way towards the bathroom. All he really wanted to do was climb out of bed and yank that sheet away from her, to see the body he kissed and caressed. But he kept himself under control, thinking that maybe he was rushing into things.

              He thought back on their night together and he could admit to himself they never really clarified exactly what the sex meant. All he said was that he wanted her, and she admitted to the same notion. But he never told her how he really felt about her and by the looks of it, she could really be assuming it was only sex and nothing else. Jensen wanted to beat himself in when that thought came through, wishing he had said something before they had sex. His thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door, causing him to get out of bed to see who it was.

              On the other side was his closest friend, dressed in a black suit but no tie. That’s when it hit Jensen he had to get dressed for today’s event.

“Children’s hospital, I know,” he groaned out as he turned away from the door. “Let me take a quick shower and get dressed.”

“Looks like you slept well enough. Your friend ok with you walking around in boxers?”

              Jensen huffed a response, heading to his closet to take out his powder blue jacket and khaki pants. His friend followed him into the room and Jensen turned to see him looking at the floor, exactly where all the clothes from last night were thrown. He looked back up at Jensen and groaned.

“I told you not to sleep…”

“Well it happened and right now I don’t want to talk about it. Going to get ready once she gets out of the shower.”

              Jensen didn’t wait for his friend’s response, pushing him out towards the exit to shut the door right behind him. Jensen groaned as he leaned against the door. He then heard the water from the shower shut off, making his way back to the room to start getting ready.

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“Sit down so I can get you picture ready.”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) with the mirror he was standing in front of. He was finally dressed and was wondering how he would fix his hair. But there she stood next to a chair that was next to a desk in the bedroom. Her makeup and hair items were all laid out. Jensen turned around to face her, admiring her smile.

“We can’t send you out there without hiding those wrinkles.”

“Excuse you, they are laugh lines.”

              She giggled as Jensen made his way to sit in the chair. He eyed her up and down, loving the cute navy-blue polka dot dress she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with side-swept bangs. The hair that hung from the ponytail was curled, and a nice bow was tied to the ends. Her makeup was simple but Jensen couldn’t keep his eyes off her bright red lips.

“Hey, mister, focus! I need you facing forward so I can do my work.”

              Jensen grunted as he sat straight in his chair and let her work her magic. In just a few minutes, she had his hair gelled back into his usual style, and his face concealed and powdered as usual for the bright lights.

“And, done! Good thing I’m here to make sure your reputation as a handsome man doesn’t get ruined.”

“Oh, so you think I’m handsome eh,” Jensen laughed as he got up from the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“I said your reputation!” she responded, slapping his hands that were sliding along her waist. “Now be a good boy and behave.”

“What if I don’t behave?” he growled into her ear.

“Then no birthday fun later,” she whispered back. “Now, time for you to go because everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”

“But you promised you were coming,” he urged as she walked away.

“I am, I just need to get the rest of your makeup together to do any touch-ups.”

              Jensen pouted as she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a pair of red heels. She put them on and grabbed the striped blue and white bag he bought for her for Christmas. Looking back to see him still standing there, she smiled and walked over, tapping his cheek with her fingers.

“Promise I will be down before you leave. The guys just want to break a toast before the busy day.”

              Jensen quietly nodded and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He made his way out of the room and down to the main floor of the hotel. There, his friends were in a circle with orange juice filled glasses that he assumed were mimosas. They all greeted him and handed him a glass before the questions began.

“So little birdie told us you hooked up with your girl from work. That was quicker than what some of us expected.”

“Shut it. It’s not your business so respect her ok.”

“Ok fine, but you better not ruin your workplace with this. Imagine how hard it will be to work with someone you slept with.”

              Jensen huffed as he took a sip. After a few minutes, (Y/N) finally climbed out of the elevator and walked over to the group. Jensen noticed as she made her way towards them, all his friends grew silent and stared at her with wide eyes. He then felt someone tapping his shoulder.

“Will say this, she is confident for a girl her size.”

              Jensen punched his friend in the arm, giving him a glare. His friend backed away, quietly apologizing as he rubbed his arm. When Jensen looked back to where (Y/N) was, she was looking inside her bag, pulling out her phone.

“Ok let’s get a picture of you guys together then one of J alone to send to the folks back in Vancouver. Jared and Misha made me promise to take tons of pictures.”

              They all posed together, doing silly poses for each picture she took, then she took a few of Jensen alone, posing in different areas of the hotel. Then, Jensen’s closest friend walked over towards her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and handed her the phone, walking over towards Jensen afterward.

“Says we should get one together to send to everyone.”

              Jensen nodded in agreement. (Y/N) moved to stand by his side, hands together in front of her as she looked towards the camera. Jensen posed next to her, his hand right on the crook of her back. That’s when he saw from the corner of his eye how his friends were staring at (Y/N), which made him feel a bit of jealousy. So, he motioned for his friend to take another, but this time, he moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Since he was taller than her, he was able to place his chin on the top of her head, careful to not ruin her hair. The picture was taken, and she quickly moved away, not letting him see her face. But he knew she was blushing furiously since she wasn’t one to be very affectionate around others. It was already a big deal when Jared would hug her on set in front of everyone, so he knew how she would react at what he just did.

              After a few more pictures, they all climbed into the bus from yesterday and enjoyed the view of the city towards the Children’s Hospital. On the way, Jensen was pulled to the side to talk to the handler, being told what the plan was. He was to meet a few of the patients and staff, give a small speech that was already made for him and to take a few pictures. It was planned to be a quick in and out, which didn’t make Jensen feel happy. He wanted to spend some time with the staff, especially the children. Before they arrived to the hospital, (Y/n) came over to touch up his makeup and make sure his hair was in place.

“Excited to see the kids?” she asked as she powdered his nose.

“Yeah, but by the looks of it we won’t be here for long.”

“Really? And that bothers you?”

“Yeah, I mean I was excited to see the kids and staff, spend a bit of time with them.”

“Hmm, well, I get they have plans and all but maybe we can find a way to… don’t know…stall the trip?”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) as she gave him a wink.

“You better not do anything crazy,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

              All she did was smile at him and finish her touch-ups. They finally made it to the hospital and just like yesterday, everyone else got off leaving Jensen dead last. He was given a handful of coins to throw at the crowd once he got off, which he found fun as he watched people scramble to catch the piece of plastic. He was guided inside as the cameras flashed around him. He looked behind him to make sure (Y/N) was fine, walking behind him. His handler wasn’t too happy with the extra person but when he was told she was Jensen’s personal makeup artist, he agreed with a mumble, letting her join them.

              As Jensen walked through the hospital, he was greeted by many members of the staff, a few wearing shirts he and the cast had made for charity events they held. When they walked into the big hall of the hospital, he was taken back by how many kids were there waiting for him with big applause. They all cheered for him and many held a picture of him in their hands. Some even had the anti-possession symbol drawn on their little bald heads. He moved about the room, handing everyone coins he grabbed from the bag the handler was carrying, greeting everyone with a big smile as a band was playing music in the background. He was then given a bead that had the Children’s Hospital symbol on it, placing it around his neck and making sure everyone could see it by unbuttoning his jacket.

  ��           After the music ended, he was guided towards a podium where an older gentleman stood, waiting for him. Camera’s were surrounding the podium as they recorded everything. Jensen looked over to (Y/N) who gave him two thumbs up, letting him know he was doing great. That itself calmed his nerves a bit, thankful that’s she was there with him. As the older gentleman began his speech, it was then Jensen found out the guy was the Captain of Bacchus, someone he was going to meet at the crowning. Jensen was so lost in his mind that he almost missed the man calling his name, presenting him to the crowd. Jensen shook the man’s hand and walked up to the podium, ready to give the speech he had been practicing.

“How’s everybody doing today? Pretty good?” he asked the crowd as they all responded with cheers. While he was talking, someone’s phone rang. He looked over to the reporter who was silencing his phone and said, “Just take a message for me will ya?” causing the crowd to burst into laughter.

“Well, it’s an honor and a privilege and I am very humble to be here. And I hope to get to see all you guys and hand out some of these doubloons here for you. There’s probably some laying on the ground there, there goes one,” he said right when the jingle of a coin falling to the ground was heard. He was glad he was making everyone laugh.

“Umm, anyways, the week started yesterday. We got into town and we’ve been so thrilled with the outpouring of hospitality from this city, and I have always loved this town. Living in Austin gives me the chance to come here often, and a dear friend of mine is from New Orleans,” he continued as he pointed towards (Y/N) who was standing close by. She waved at him with a big smile as he waved back and continued his speech.

“I love it here, and I love coming here. This is really a special way to celebrate Mardi Gras, and it’s also a special way to celebrate my birthday which also happens to be today.” The crowd cheered loudly as he continued. “Yes, this was certainly one of the events this week that I was really, truly looking forward to. So, just wanted to say thank you, thank you for being here! I’m thrilled to be here as well, and Hail Bacchus!”

              The crowd gave him applause as he walked away from the podium, his eyes falling on to (Y/N)’s who was smiling so much as she clapped along. He smiled back at her and turned his focus back to the gentlemen around him. The Captain then told him that the children had something for him, which a young boy with a Spider-Man mask painted on his face walked over with a Paper Mache crown. Jensen moved down to kneel, so the boy could place the crown on his head and smiled at him as everyone clapped more. Photographers circled around them as Jensen placed an arm over the boy’s shoulders and took pictures with him, smiling. He handed the boy a few doubloons and patted him on the head as the boy whispered a ‘thank you’ and walked away.

              Jensen was thanking everyone when suddenly a reporter asked him about how important it was for him to make a stop at the hospital during the festivities planned.

“Very important. In fact, this was one of the most important things to me. Obviously looking forward to the parade. This is my first Mardi Gras. We saw a few videos of Muses last night on the way here so if that was any indication of what Bacchus is going to be like, I better get some sleep.”

              Jensen looked around with a smile as everyone laughed and giggled at his mention of sleep, thinking to himself that if (Y/N) was going to be in his room the rest of the weekend, sleep wasn’t going to be the main priority, not after last night.

“But this was on the list of things I was most looking forward to. You know, my best friend has three kids, who I love like they are my own. And children are just a big part of my life, hopefully, one day I will have my own. And when they said Children’s Hospital, that we were going to stop by here, without question. And I brought my close friends, telling them I was going to need support if I’m going to go shake some hands and see some kids because it holds a special place in my heart. So happy to be here, thrilled to do it.”

              Once Jensen was done with his answer, he looked around him wondering what was next when suddenly the band started playing Happy Birthday and burst into song. Jensen clapped along as he stood there, watching everyone clap to the music. During the singing, Jensen pointed at (Y/N) and signaled for her to come by him. She pushed her way through the reporters and stood next to him, smiling brightly.

“Happy Birthday big boy. You were awesome up here. And nice crown!”

              Jensen leaned closer to her, whispering a ‘thank you’ in her ear as he grabbed her hand and held it in his. He could see the bit of pink flush her cheeks as she guided their finger laced hands behind her, not letting the reporters see. Once the song was done, the handler told Jensen that they were going to walk around and meet the staff and patients that were there. He turned to look at (Y/N) and took off his crown, handing it to her.

“Take good care of this now.”

“With my life,” she responded.

              Jensen smiled at her before turning to face the crowd, heading in the direction he was guided to. Once he reached the crowd, he got into fan mode, smiling and greeting everyone, taking pictures with them and sharing a few words. Staff and kids alike were excited to see him, coming to find out many staff members were a fan of the show and his work. He signed papers, took selfies and joked with everyone there. When he looked behind him, he saw that (Y/N) was getting the people to go towards him, people that the handler had sent away quietly. She even had a few kids in hand, bringing them over with a nurse so they could meet Jensen, He smiled when he saw the excitement in the kid’s eyes and kneeled onto the floor to give them all hugs. He felt so happy that (Y/N) was doing her best to help him see everyone there, especially the kids. He made a mental note to find a way to thank her somehow.

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“Now that is what I call a great welcome to the King!”

              Jensen and his friends laughed as (Y/N) jumped onto the bus yelling. They had finally finished the event at the Children’s Hospital and it had lasted longer than the handler had planned. He assumed there weren’t going to many people in the main hall of the hospital, but (Y/N) had gone through some of the rooms with the help of nurses to get others to come to talk to Jensen. Jensen was so happy that he got to spend time with the kids and staff of the hospital, he knew today was going to be part of his top five best days ever. (Y/N) took a seat next to Jensen and started pulling makeup items from her bag.

“Just wanted to say thanks on getting everyone in so I could see all the kids,” he whispered in her ear. “it was the best.”

“Hmm, don’t know what you’re talking bout,” she responded with a straight face.

              Jensen laughed out at her response. (Y/N) did another touch up of his makeup as the bus drove to the next spot. By what Jensen heard from the handler, they were going to get lunch. And Jensen had to admit he was hungry after all that excitement. The bus finally reached its location on Tchoupitoulas St., the restaurant called Emerils. (Y/N) looked around a bit thrown off before turning to the handler.

“You booked a table at this place?”

“It was the only place we could book with the time limit we had and amount of folks,” he responded.

“But the best place to take people is Commander’s Palace.”

“They are booked to the brim during Mardi Gras.”

              Jensen watched as she huffed and made her way towards the bus driver. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded. She walked back to her seat as the bus pulled out and started back on the road.

“Wait,” the handler pushed. “Where are we going? We have a table here.”

“Then cancel it,” (Y/N) responded. “We are going to Commander’s Palace.”

“But we don’t have a table and we aren’t sure if they will even take us,” he clapped back in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

              Jensen leaned into her and spoke at a low tone.

“Are you sure? I mean we can come back another time…”

“No, I told you if we ever were in New Orleans together I would take you to Commander’s Palace and we are going today.”

              The ride to Commander’s was silent with the handler mad that (Y/N) took over the lunch trip. Once they reached the restaurant, they all climbed out and made their way into the restaurant. Jensen couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the place was inside. And the surrounding smell of food was making his mouth water. (Y/N) walked up to the podium where a woman stood. (Y/N) spoke to her in a low tone where no one could hear her. The woman suddenly stood up straight and pulled out a cell phone, making a call. (Y/N) walked back towards the group, smiling.

“What’s going on?” asked Jensen.

“Oh, don’t worry, just gotta wait a few minutes to then get our table.”

              Suddenly, the entrance doors burst wide open and there stood an older lady with short red hair, dressed in what looked like office attire.

“(Y/N)! Sweet child! Why didn’t you call if you were going to be in town?”

              The group watched as (Y/N) made her way towards the woman and hugged her in such a familiar way. Once they let each other go, (Y/N) turned to the group.

“Auntie Addie, I would like for you to meet my friend and coworker, Jensen Ackles. And everyone else is his group of friends from Austin. Everyone, this is my Auntie Adelaide or Addie for short.”

“Oh, THE Jensen Ackles?” Adelaide gasped as she moved closer. “Isn’t he the King of Bacchus this year?”

“Yes ma'am. Such a pleasure to meet you. Would love to say (Y/N) here has mentioned you but sadly she hasn’t.” Jensen answered as he stretched out his hand for a handshake.

“Oh dear, I would so be surprised if she did mention me. Child is so private,” she laughed as she took Jensen’s hand and shook it. “If she ever did talk about me or anyone from down here, hell would have really frozen over.”

              Adelaide moved to great everyone else and made her way towards the hostess.

“Well darling, what are you waiting for? Show our guests to the Coliseum room.”

“Yes, ma'am,” the hostess responded quickly as she turned to guide the group towards the back.

              Everyone followed the hostess to enter a room towards the back of the restaurant. She opened the doors to a large room, tables and silverware already set. It had a small stage and windows surrounding them as they got a good view of the garden in the back. The hostess guided Jensen and (Y/N) to a table where Adelaide had already taken a seat. Everyone else went to get their own seats. Being polite, Jensen pulled out the chair for (Y/N) to sit and pushed it in for her, catching Adelaide’s eye.

“Very polite, son. Born in the south?”

“Born and raised in Dallas, Texas ma'am.”

“Ah, true southern man. Have you moved up north for your job?”

“Yes and no. We have our own placed in Vancouver for work, but I purchased a home in Austin that I currently finished working on. Plus, I run my own brewery in Austin and have other small business ventures other than acting.”

“Rich and a gentleman,” Adelaide gushed, looking over at (Y/N). “And why haven’t you tied the knot with him?”

“Auntie Addie!” (Y/N) exclaimed, her face turning pink.

              Jensen held back his laughter and side comment about wondering why he hadn’t swooped her up yet.

“Looks like your aunt keeps you in mind a lot, (Y/N),” Jensen stated as he looked over the menu in front of him.

“Oh, son, this child here, I got nothing to worry about except that she marries the right man or woman. We are a progressive family these days. Has she really never mentioned us to you at work?”

“No, auntie because I have no need to brag about you.”

“Darling! Imagine how many places you could have gone into for free to eat if you would have done what you did today. Still cannot believe you waited until today to say that you were in town. This child here stays in Vancouver for work, barely has time to visit. And now that she is here, forgets bout her little family.”

“Sorry, auntie but it was last minute. I had two days to get ready and have been busy since.”

“Yeah, I am so sorry. She has been staying by my side to make sure my hair and make up were to standards for all the pictures taken. Can I ask on which side of the family you are related to her?” Jensen asked as he took a sip of the water glass the waiter placed in front of him.

“Oh, we aren’t blood-related, J.”

“Oh no, Momma took this sweet child under her wing.”

“Momma?” Jensen asked a bit confused.

“My mother Ella Brennan, she used to run this establishment. (Y/N) use to work here as a waitress back when Momma was still alive.”

“Bless Momma Ella’s heart.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Yes, Momma Ella would always have a close relationship with the staff, making sure everyone was happy here. But this little critter treated Momma with so much love. A hard worker of course, even while going to beauty school full time and apprenticing at a salon in the downtown area. My, this girl knew how to balance it all.”

              Adelaide paused the conversation when a waiter came over to take their orders. Jensen let (Y/N) order for him since he figured she knew what was best to get.

“Well,” Adelaide continued. “As I was saying, (Y/N) here was balancing all that and still carried such a beautiful smile, Momma, of course, loved her even more. Even with her busy time, whenever Momma got sick, (Y/N) would make the time to go and visit her, play with her hair, do a bit of makeup so Momma could feel better.”

“Momma Ella had such a big heart, I couldn’t go without a day of seeing her,” (Y/N) added. “And I loved spending time with her, we had so much fun together.”

“That is very true. So, Momma Ella took her under her wing and told us that if (Y/N) here ever needed something, to help her immediately. Plus, we all grew to love this sweet child. At first, we thought, ‘Oh someone trying to use Momma for her kindness.’ But when Momma offered to help her with her bills and rent so (Y/N) could dedicate her time to school, she said no!”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) and noticed she was looking down at her hands on the table.

“Why did you say no to the help?” he asked.

“I didn’t want anyone thinking I was using her. Plus, I was fine with my hectic schedule, gave me a purpose to keep going, knowing I was doing it on my own.”

              That’s when Jensen thought back on the times he saw (Y/N) running around set when most of the makeup crew was gone, or the times they had a last-minute scene and she was the only one handling everything from the regular photo makeup to the masks of the creatures. He never really thought about why she was willing to do everything on her own, but hearing this, made him realize how strong and dedicated she was to her passion.

“And ever since then, we all learned to trust and love her. She would even help us organize the charity events we did. Gosh, she and Momma would have so much fun picking out what charity we would raise money for and putting together the entire event.”

“You helped doing charity?” Jensen asked, not really surprised since (Y/N) would do the same whenever he and the guys would do charity events.

“Yeah, there were so many programs to help, Momma Ella would make sure we never did the same program twice in a row. We even made a list to be more organized.” (Y/N) responded.

“When she told us, she had gotten a job in Vancouver for a tv show, we were all excited. Offered to help her in any way we could and all she asked for was a picture of us all together.”

“And that was the last time I got a picture with Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Oh baby, don’t cry,” Adelaide moved from her chair to hug (Y/N). “Just remember, she loved you and had faith that you would do great with your passion.”

              Jensen watched the two interact, wanting to be the one hugging (Y/N). But the warmth he felt from these two women together, he knew just how big of a heart (Y/N) had. To have such a big connection in the city and not use it for her benefit, made it clear to him she didn’t care about fame and fortune. Once (Y/N) was calm, the food arrived, and the smell made Jensen’s mouth water. Everything was delicious, (Y/N) even gave him a taste of her food. By what (Y/N) told him, everything was local cuisine and even the food itself was purchased by local vendors, the restaurants' way to help sales with the locals. Once they were done eating and plates cleared, the waiters came back asking what they wanted for dessert. Again (Y/N) picked for Jensen, promising he would love it.

              A small band came in and onto the small stage and once they were settled, they started playing Happy Birthday as the waiters came in with everyone’s dessert. But Jensen knew which one was his because there was a candle on the plate that came with his dessert. Everyone sang Happy Birthday as the dessert was placed in front of him and once the song was done, he blew out the candle, receiving loud applause from the entire room. The band continued playing as everyone enjoyed their dessert.

“So what ya wish for J?”

“You know a birthday wish can’t be said until it comes true.”

“Well, when it comes true, better tell me,” (Y/N) giggled as she took a bite from her pie.

              Jensen looked down at his dessert and took the spoon, taking a piece. He ate it and moaned at the taste.

“It’s our famous Bread Pudding Souffle,” Adelaide pointed out. “(Y/N) loved ordering that for her birthday.”

              The rest of the time was of him enjoying the dessert a bit too much with the moans he made, snatching a piece of (Y/N) pie to give it a taste. By the end of the meal, he understood why (Y/N) was so adamant to come here. The food was delicious and it was nice to meet someone that knew (Y/N) before she came into his life. As they made their way out the restaurant, Adelaide said goodbye to everyone, but took (Y/N) into her arms and hugged her tightly, her face clear that she didn’t want to let her go. She placed a kiss on (Y/N) cheek and told her something, (Y/N) shaking her head as she laughed. Then Adelaide went up to Jensen and pulled him into a hug, patting his back.

“Take care of my sweet child,” Adelaide whispered into Jensen’s ear. “She has had a rough life on her own, her heart broken too many times.” Adelaide pulled back and looked Jensen in the eyes. “I can see clearly how much you care about her, so a piece of advice, no runarounds with her. Be straight to the point and serious because I don’t think she could handle another heartbreak, especially coming from someone she admires.”

              Jensen nodded with a smile, placing a kiss on Adelaide’s cheek. As she walked away, a waiter handed (Y/N) a small bag, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) turned back to the bus and got on, Jensen right behind her. They took a seat at the back of the bus and (Y/N) opened the bag. Jensen heard her gasp and pull out a few scarves that were all different colors and when he glanced inside the bag, he saw jewelry and pins inside.

“These belonged to Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered. She then pulled out a small piece of paper that was at the bottom and read it out loud. “Momma Ella wanted you to have these since she knew how much you loved wearing them. Always remember, she loved you and knew you would do great with your life, so prove her right, child. Your Auntie Adelaide.”

              (Y/N) looked up at Jensen, her eyes bright with tears. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry, placing kisses on the top of her head in comfort. That’s how they rode the rest of the bus ride to their next event.

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“I am so tired from all the running around!” (Y/N) exclaimed, jumping onto the bed the moment they walked into the hotel room.

“We still have tonight’s fun at the club. The guys are getting ready.”

“I don’t think I will be joining you for that. Too tired and my feet hurt like a bitch.”

              Jensen laughed as he sat at the edge of the bed, removing her shoes. (Y/N) groaned and wiggled her toes as he put both her feet on his lap, massaging them.

“Oooh if you keep doing that you won’t get ready in time to go with the boys.”

“What if I would rather stay in with you?” he growled as he lifted a foot to his mouth and placed kisses on each toe.

“Nope!” she exclaimed as she crawled out of his reach. “You are going to have fun with the boys and enjoy Bourbon street!”

“So, you don’t care if I see a pair of boobs or possibly have a stripper dancing on me?”

“One, I am not a jealous girl and two, that is the best part of Mardi Gras! Boobs for beads is the best trade-off!”

              Jensen laughed at her response. Then (Y/N) crawled back over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Plus, missy here needs to get your birthday gift ready. So be a good boy and enjoy your time with the boys while I get things ready here.”

              Jensen moaned as her mouth kissed his earlobe and down to the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, standing to pull her closer. Once he had her facing him, he planted his lips on her luscious ones, sliding his tongue against her lips for entrance. Once she did, their kiss deepened, tongues clashing for control. He pulled her bottom lip and sucked on it gently, then pulling back to see the mess he made. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, her lips swollen from the kiss and her breath coming out in heavy pants.

“How long do you need?” he asked huskily.

“Couple of hours but should be ready by eleven.”

“Then I will be here at eleven.”

“No, enjoy your fun with the boys…” she protested but he hushed her.

“I will. But I want to celebrate the last hour of my birthday with you. Plus, you know the club scene isn’t for me.”

              She nodded in response before Jensen pulled her back into a deep kiss. Her hands crawled into his hair, pulling at his short locks. He used all his strength to unwrap himself from her, knowing if he stayed like that any longer he would surely miss out on a fun night. He moved to the closet to grab some new clothes to change as (Y/N) moved to her makeup table and waited for him there.

“I don’t need makeup done,” he stated.

“We can’t be too safe in case reporters spot you guys. Plus, I messed up your hair so gonna fix it quickly.”

              Jensen groaned in a complaint as he quickly undressed. He smiled when (Y/N) whistled out, taking his time to get dressed. Once he was fully clothed, he moved over to the chair she stood at.

“Oof, such a good view.”

              Jensen laughed, and they joked around as she fixed him up, having him camera ready in. The second she was done, there was a knock on the room door.

“Boys are waiting, J.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me now,” Jensen joked as he got up from the chair, pulling her into his arms. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting her go so he could head out.

“Have fun now J!” she yelled at him as he left.

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              Jensen made his way towards the hotel room, thinking back on the night he just had. His friends had gotten him a lap dance from a stripper, drank a few beers and threw some beads off the balcony they had booked just for them. He laughed to himself out of how crazy it had gotten by the time he left. His friends poking fun at the fact he was leaving so early, making notions that he was on a leash. Of course, he ignored them because all he could think about was what (Y/N) had waiting for him. He unlocked the door to the room and noticed that the only light in the entire place came from the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bedroom, his eyes growing wide in shock at the view before him.

              The room was lit by many candles surrounding the room. A bottle of champagne was sitting on the bedside table in a bucket of ice and two champagne glasses sat next to the bucket. Jensen walked over to the bed, touching the red sheets he spotted and realized they were made of silk. There were small ropes tied around each bedpost, silk ties at the end. That’s when he saw the assortment of items laid out on the bed. Different size and style of vibrators and butt plugs, beads and an eye mask. There was also this long bar that had for cuffs on it and a few whips and paddles laid out in size order. Jensen was so distracted by the items before him, he didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

“Well, well. Look who is here.”

              Jensen turned around at hearing her voice, his mouth dropping open as the alluring image before him. (Y/N) was standing at the bathroom entrance, her hair loose in waves and surrounding her face. Her makeup was simple, black cat liner and thick lashes, her lips bright red like earlier. His eyes ran down her body in the outfit she wore. It was a long, sheer black lace gown with a high leg slit. The top of the gown had an apex halter neck and a keyhole front cut out, letting him see her full breasts but no nipples. Underneath he could see she was wearing small black panties, but when she walked into the room, she gave him a slow turn, letting him see that she was really wearing a G-string.

“So what do you think?”

“I…I am drawing a blank,” he responded as she walked over to him.

“Do you remember that one night you and Alex got so drunk I had to babysit both of you? Well, that night you got to confessing a few things, mostly sexual since you said it had been a while since you last were with a woman. But, one of those things was that you were curious about bondage, but the women you knew weren’t into the whole submit total control thing.”

              Jensen swallowed as she toyed with the collar of his jacket.

“So, I thought today, since you are ok with having sex with me, why not fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

              Her eyes looked up at him through her long lashes, seductively as she rubbed her body against him.

“If…only if you’re up for it.”

              She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled, nodding her head. Jensen pulled back and started to remove his clothes, keeping his eyes on her as she made her way towards the bed.

“Remind me next time to get drunk and tell you more secrets.”

              (Y/N) giggled at him, sitting at the front of the bed. Once he stood in the room in only his boxers, Jensen made his way towards her, his eyes never peeling away from her. He stood in front of her and placed his hands along the sides of her face, making her look up at him. He leaned forward and placed soft kisses on her lips, not rushing the experience. He wanted to enjoy the night.

“Any safe word, because I plan on making this last as long as possible,” he whispered before placing another kiss on her lips.

“Keep it simple, green for good and red for no more. But I doubt I would be begging for you to stop.”

“Hmm,” he hummed trailing kisses along her nose bridge. “We will see what you will beg for.”

              Jensen deepened the kiss, feeling as her arms wrapped around his neck. He felt her mouth open to him, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away, placing then along her side.

“No touching unless I say so.”

              She nodded her head in agreement as Jensen moved away. He reached behind her for the eye mask, placing it on her. She gasped once her eyes were fully covered, her palms flat on the bed. Jensen slid the rest of the items to the edge of the bed, pushing her to lay back so only her legs dangled from the edge she sat at. Jensen then walked over to the side table and pulled out the bottle of champagne from the bucket, taking the bucket with him. Once he was back in front of her, he looked down at her plump body, waiting for him.

“I am going to tie your hands up, so you don’t touch me understand.”

              (Y/N) nodded quickly, extending her hands out, waiting. Jensen moved to grab the ties at the end of the rope and quickly bound her wrists together, making sure it was tight enough to hold her but not too tight to break the skin. He then moved to grab the ropes on the other end of the bed and used those to keep her arms above her head. Once he was sure she was in place, he moved back to stand in front of her. His eyes raked over her curves, knowing exactly what he wanted to do first.

              He leaned forward and began to kiss her exposed cleavage, licking the curves of her breasts, feeling her body shiver under his hands that slid up and down the sides of her delicious body. He felt how soft the sheer dress was, pulling it slowly up her legs. She raised her bottom a bit so that the dress could bunch up at her waist. Jensen slid his hands over her soft skin, loving the curve of her hips and thick thighs.

Jensen moved to reach for the small egg-shaped vibrator he spotted and the bar, knowing he would need them for what he had planned. He moved to kneel in front of her and grabbed the bar, placing her ankles into the cuffs. Noticing the small buttons on the bar, he pressed them to realize that the bar extended out even more from its original size. He pulled it out until her legs were spread wide, open for his view. He didn’t miss the gasps that came with what he did, smiling to himself.

              He moved to kneel in between her legs, the bar laying across his calves. His gaze traveled to his goal, noticing how wet with slick her G-string was. He grabbed the small bands of the G-string and slowly peeled them off her, ripping one of the bands open so it could fall to down one leg. He groaned when he saw she was freshly shaved, putting his nose closer to smell her musky scent.

“You already wet for me, baby. All musky and soaking, just how I like it.”

“All for you J, all for you,” she moaned out, her body rising from the bed.

              Jensen placed an arm on her plump stomach, holding her body down as he looked over her pussy. He slid two fingers over her arousal, feeling her body shake with need. Using the same two fingers, he opened her up and saw how swollen her clit already was. That view caused a low groan to escape his lips.

“So beautiful, and oh so delicious.”

              Jensen leaned in and slid his tongue along her insides, tasting the sweet juices she produced. He explored her slowly, taking his time to enjoy her. Her body did its best to try and arch into him, but his arm kept her still on the bed. He licked her, stroked her entrance and flicked her clit with his tongue.

“Jensen,” he heard her whine out.

“Be patient, baby,” he responded with a growl.

              Jensen reached over to his side and pulled out a small piece of ice from the bucket, the ice already melting. He stuck it in between his lips and raised his eyes to her, watching her carefully. Slowly he closed the space between her pussy and his mouth, sliding the ice inside her. She gasped as her chest arched, letting him see the shock of the cold. He kept sliding the ice up and down her insides, eventually reaching her clit, doing circles around the swollen bud. Her moans of pleasure and the shiver of her body confirmed to him she was enjoying this as much as he was.

              The ice finally melted to a small ball, letting him swallow it. But that didn’t stop him, instead, he began to flick his tongue even faster against her nub, taking moments to pull it in his mouth to suck on it, causing her to scream. He didn’t stop, not wanting to stop as her climax finally reached her. She came all over his mouth, her cum dripping down his chin. He didn’t let go until he felt her body jerking from the pressure. He got back onto his feet and admired his work, leaving her breathless on the bed.

              Jensen grabbed the ropes on the other end of the bed and pulled them to slide her up the bed. Once her full body was laying there, he removed his boxers and climbed on top. He straddled her stomach and ripped the top half of her gown open, causing her breasts to fall out. Her body bucked underneath him, letting her feel how rock hard he was.

“Now, I’m going to fuck those tits.”

              Jensen grabbed his hard shaft and slid it between her breasts, grabbing her full globes and tightening around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he began to thrust between them. It wasn’t the same as her pussy but gosh they felt so warm. His length would poke out from the other side, poking at her chin which gave him an idea.

“Raise your head and open your mouth, baby.”

              And she did so obediently, the tip of his cock poking her tongue. Since she understood what he wanted, each thrust that met her mouth allowed her to swirl her tongue around the tip, sucking at it quickly before he pulled back. The toying of her tongue, the sounds her mouth made with each suck, made him want more. He let go of her breasts and moved closer to her face. He grabbed her jaw and forced it open, sliding his cock as far as he could into her mouth. Once he heard her choking, he pulled back out, fucking her mouth with his cock. In and out, her tongue wrapped around his shaft, licking up his pre-cum.  He watched her suck him, watched how his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was able to handle more of him, lifting her head so she could swallow him deeper. He hissed as he felt the tip of his shaft poke at the back of her throat, causing him to lose control. He began to thrust faster, grabbing hold of her head by the hair, not letting her move from her position.

“That’s it, baby…. Take it all…. you want my cum don’t you.”

              She groaned against his cock, causing vibrations around him. That is what drove him over the breaking point. He yelled her name out as he exploded inside her mouth. His body jerked as he rode out his high, feeling her swallow every last drop of his release. Once he was back down, he felt her tongue lick him clean, taking every single drop as if she were hungry. Jensen ripped the eye mask off her, wanting to see her eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, begging for more.

              That look made him lose control.

              Jensen quickly removed the ropes on her bindings, ripping the rest of the dress of her to leave her bare. He kept the silk ropes around her wrists to keep her hands bound to her front, but he used them to pull her up and off the bed. He made her turn so that her ass was against his still hard cock, rubbing it between the globes. Without a word, he pushed her towards the closest wall and rammed her into it, putting a hand on her face so that it wouldn’t get hurt. She whimpered as she felt his entire body push against her, his hips grinding into her ass. He kissed and sucked in her shoulder, loving the way she said his name repeatedly.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

              Jensen parted her legs with his knee and pulled her bottom half out from the wall, her back arching. He held on to her hips tightly, knowing he would leave handprints there, but didn’t care. In seconds, he rammed his cock into her wet, silk pussy, causing them both to groan out in pleasure. The feel of her warmth surrounding him made him want to never leave. He stood still behind her, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him tightly.

“God I could stay like this forever.”

“No, not forever. Fuck me now J,”

              He gave her a cocky smile and began to pull out slowly, watching her mouth open in pleasure as her eyes rolled back. Once his tip was at her entrance, slammed right back in, causing her to yelp. He was so deep inside her, he loved it. He continued his assault on her, ramming into her after each pull, his thrusts getting faster and faster as he felt her walls tighten around him.

“J… gonna cum… I can’t…. hold on… much longer.”

              Jensen nibbled at her earlobe, his hands sliding from her hips to her hands, untying her bindings. Once her hands were free, one immediately went around to the back of his head, grabbing hold of his hair in a tight grasp. Her other hand laid palm flat against the wall, keeping her balanced as Jensen continued his thrusting. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt his release so close.

“Baby, I want you to cum for me… All over me…Do it, do it now.”

              He felt her walls tighten around him as she screamed out his name over and over. Her body jerked under him as she rode out her high, her legs starting to wobble. It only took a few more thrusts for him to also reach his climax, bathing her insides with white-hot strings of cum.  He yelled out her name as his body jerked against hers. It took a couple of minutes for them both to finally get back down from Heaven, catching their breaths. Jensen pulled out his member and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her with him towards the bed. He lifted her in his arms and gently placed her in the middle of the bed. He went to the bathroom to clean himself off, bringing along with him a wet towel to clean her. He was gentle, noticing the already bruising skin along her hips. He looked up to see her neck covered in hickeys, her breasts also starting to have purple marks. He uncuffed the bar from her ankles and threw it to the side.

Once he was done, he threw the rest of the items to the floor and pulled the silk sheet over her body, joining her side. She lifted her head up slightly to let him slide an arm underneath, pulling her body close to him. He grabbed one of her hands to see the binding marks along her wrists. He rubbed the skin there gently, a worried look on his face.

“I am fine you know,” she whispered as she pulled her hands out of his. “I kinda like the idea of these marks, a reminder of tonight.”

              Jensen leaned in to kiss her lips, soft and slow before leaning back, looking down at her.

“I want to talk to you about some things…”

“No talking J, only sleep. Remember you have a fitting tomorrow that you can’t be late to. Then we have to go to lunch and get you ready for the crowning ceremony.”

              Jensen stayed quiet as he watched her fall asleep in his arms, caressing her face and hair. He loved watching her sleep but quickly realized that he too was about to join her. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he made himself a mental note to find some time during their day to sit down and talk to her, find out if this was only for the weekend or if she felt the same way he did about her.

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The Mark

Pairing: Darcy x Bucky

Summary:  What happens when Darcy is sent undercover to seduce a mark?

Warning: UHHHHHH SMUT

“No.”

“Excuse me?!” the feminine voice countered, becoming higher. “When did your tin ass start making decisions for me?”

“There is no way you are seducing a mark!” Bucky exclaimed.

“It sounds like you are trying to dictate what I can and cannot do. As a man who was used as an assassin against his will, I’d think you’d let me have free will. Apparently not!” she argued, finger jabbing into his muscled chest.

His metal hand grasped the finger. “This isn’t about what you can or cannot do, doll. This is about your safety.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Steve had asked her to help him with getting information about a sex trafficking ring, which meant high society and a night out. It also, meant going in alone and having back-up down the street. Bucky had about killed Steve when he found out what he had proposed to the dark-haired woman. He knew she would say yes because Captain Righteous would use the word ‘need’ to con her.

Her baby blues held anger. “I’m doing this,” she grounded out, ripping her finger away from him. “You can’t stop me!”

“I’ll tie you up….” he threatened, as she walked away, flipping him.

“I can’t breathe,” she mumbled as stepped out of the limo.

“You’ll do great,” Steve’s voice came into her ear.

“Uh Huh,” she whispered, straightening and smoothing out her dress.

It was emerald green with off the shoulder sleeves and a deep V. Her gravity defying bra pushed her girls higher, so that any attendee could see her ample cleavage. Her right hand stayed at her waist in security. She could do this. She could talk to the mark, make it home safe and sound and show Bucky just how good she was at being bait.

The mansion was in the Hamptons, as large as the one Tony had, but grander somehow. She tried to calm her nerves, as she walked up the steps. The doors were open and she was greeted by a doorman who instructed her to the large ballroom. “I’m in,” she mentioned quietly.

“Ok, so we are looking for Erik Leigh,” Steve’s voice explained, again for the fifth time that night. “He’s tall, black hair, muscular. Looks like a lacrosse player.’

“I know, Cap. Going in.”

The ballroom was huge, like any photo of one she’d ever seen. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, red curtains on the windows. It looked straight out of a castle in Europe, “I get be a princess for one night,” she muttered to herself.

She grabbed a champagne flute, as she walked deeper into the room. Eyes began falling on her and she had to remember her story. For the night, she was Josephine Van Burton. She resided in Connecticut and was down for a meeting in the city. Her mother Garnet had instructed she make an appearance.

She made small talk with some of the guests, as the hours passed, discussing the fake job she’d been given as a marketer. A pair of green eyes had began to linger on her occasionally, and she gave a small smile to the mark. Play it coy, she had told herself. Let him come to you. So she accepted the occasional dance and conversation, as she worked her way into another drink, another laugh.

“Having fun?” a voice breathed into her ear.

She shuddered at the voice- low and husky. It was one she had gotten too used to after he began sneaking into her bed because she put his nightmares at ease. She didn’t turn. “What are you doing here?” she whispered.

“I’m watching your back.”

“You’re not supposed to be. Only I’m supposed to be here!” She wanted to stomp her foot at his arrogance, at his refusal to follow Steve’s order. Instead, her eyes flitted across the room, trying to keep an eye on the mark. “Leave.”

“No. You got your way the other day. I’m getting my way now. Now stay within my sights.”

She growled softly before her eyes landed on Erik. His eyes were solely focused on them. She smiled, straightening her spine. “Bye tin man,” she said, walking away, putting extra sway in her hips.

When she was in a few feet of the mark, her smile widened. “I seem to have caught your eyes. I’m Josephine,” she greeted, outstretching her hand.

His larger one took it and brought it to his lips. “Pleasure, Josephine. You look like a movie star in that dress. I’m Erik.”

She batted her eyelashes and licked her lips, before replying, “That’s very kind of you to say. This is your party isn’t?”

“It is. A celebration of my company’s recent success,” he explained, holding onto her hand.  “We must celebrate when we can.”

She made no move to retract her hand, as she felt Bucky’s gaze on her  back. She didn’t acknowledge him. She let her sights hold onto Erik. “I apologize, but I don’t know what you do?”

“Import and exports of goods,” he replied, pulling her closer. His hand tugged on a curl. “You do look quite lovely. Join me for a drink.”

Bucky watched her hand fall on the mark’s chest, arms and hands. Part of him wanted to march right over to her and carry her out on his shoulder. He felt very protective over her and it had only grown in the past month, since she allowed him to share her bed with no sexual overtones. No she had created a pillow wall, so that she could stay on one side. She had explained it was necessary because she’d cuddle him hardcore without. But he wanted that, dammit, he wanted the cuddling and the spooning. Didn’t she see that?

Apparently not because here she was flirting with the mark with his blood boiling. She had just flipped her dark hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck. His sex dreams started with him kissing her there before worshipping her. He turned his head.

This was a horrible idea. He knew it had been. She was still pissed and had locked him out of her apartment for the past four days, since he had ordered her not to go. She obviously ignored him if she was here now. He grabbed his sixth champagne flute, downing it, before turning back to her. Only problem was she was gone.

“It’s a beautiful night,” Erik whispered from behind her, as they walked the rose garden.

“It is,” she agreed, as she felt his fingers graze her skin.

She hummed at the touch and it dipped to trace the dress. “Do you have family?” he asked.

“My mother is in Connecticut,” she answered.

“Your father?”

“Dead.”

“Will she miss you?” he asked, as she turned to face him.

“Miss me?” she repeated.

“Oh yes, dear, a pretty thing like you, will fetch me a whole lot of money,” he explained.

“I don’t understand,” she stuttered, eyes widening, realizing he lured women at these events. She was the export.

His hand went to her neck, squeezing. “I’m in the sex business, darling,” he casually mentioned like he sold stocks in the Finance District. “And it’s a pity…” his finger traced her front, dipping into her dress, “that i won’t get a taste of you.”

His other hand brought out a needle from his pants pocket and she threw a punch to his face, hitting his nose. He cried out in pain, dropping the needle. He grabbed her left arm, his hand becoming a vice around her wrist. “That’s not nice,” he hissed, blood running from his nose.

His right hand went up and slapped her face and this time she was the one crying out. He dragged her deeper into the garden. The needle forgotten on the ground. Her dress tore on bushes that had overgrown. She struggled, dragging her feet, but he’d just jerk her forward.

He got her in a darker area and his eyes had gone wild. “I’m not supposed to try the merchandise,” he explained, hand once again squeezing her throat tighter this time. “But I think for you Josephine, I’ll make an exception.”

He pushed her against the rose bush behind her, thorns digging into her back. She cried out, hoping that Steve knew she was in trouble. She threw a stiletto at one of his legs, pushing him off her, but his grip on her neck cause her to follow him to the ground. “Such a fighter,” he praised, hands going under her skirt.

Then nothing. She looked up and he had been ripped off of her by Bucky. “Didn’t your mother tell you never to touch a lady like that?” Bucky questioned with venom in his voice, brandishing a knife out of nowhere.

She stumbled to her feet, stepping forward and putting her arm on Bucky’s forearm. “Bucky,” she whispered gently, as a reminder that he wasn’t a killer. “Bucky, I’m fine.”

She tried to ease his worries.”You are not fine,” he hissed, knife still pointed at the mark.

She heard the heavy footsteps, knew Bucky heard them too. A few more seconds and Steve appeared. “I got it Bucky,” Steve instructed. “Take care of her.”

Bucky hid the knife again, grabbing her forearm. He tugged her away, back to the front where the limo was waiting.

The drive back had been tense. Bucky had clenched and unclenched his fists without saying a word. His darkened eyes also never looked at her.

Darcy had taken in her injuries, mainly minor ones, scraped palms and forearms, scratches from the thorns, probably a handprint on her throat. When they arrived back at the Tower, she moved towards the elevator. Bucky followed, body still tense. “I’m taking you to medical,” he ordered.

“I’m fine,” she replied, eyes looking at his posture. “I can take care of it.”

“You’re going to medical and that’s final.”

She sighed. She knew he’d hover the whole time. Watch her with angry eyes. She just wanted to go to her room and pass out. So instead of following his order, she pushed the button to her floor. “Darcy,” he growled out.

“I’m going home.”

“You’re going to medical.”

She didn’t retort, just crossed her arms. The doors opened to the medical floor and Bucky moved to exit. She did not. She stood stoically still. “I will throw you over my shoulder, if you don’t move,” he threatened.

She glared at him, but didn’t move from her spot. His foot blocked the doors from closing. The standoff lasted 30 seconds before he made good on his threat.

He walked close behind her, as they finally made it to her floor. She had refused to look at him while being examined. Some of the scratch marks had been deep and gauze was now taped to her back. Her hands were also bound from the scraps on her forearms and hands. “Goodnight,” she mumbled, as FRIDAY opened her door.

He followed her in, unwilling to leave her side. She sighed, “Bucky…”

“Let me help, please,” he pleaded. His eyes grazed every gauze, every bruise. He could have lost her. “Please.”

She didn’t respond, just moved deeper into her apartment. “Doll…”

She whipped around. “No!” she argued. “You don’t get to use your soft voice and your puppy dog eyes. You didn’t trust me. You didn’t trust Steve. You don’t get what you want.”

“I wanted you safe! I wanted you out of harm's way!” he replied, closing the distance. “This isn’t some macho man thing, doll! This is about your life!”

“I can take care of myself! I did it before you came along and I’ll do it after you leave!”

Hurt etched itself across his face at her words. He knew she could take care of herself. He had seen it time and time again, but in the past month he wanted to take care of her, his feelings for her had grown.

She closed her eyes after seeing his face. She was beyond tired and frustrated. She got it. He cared, she just couldn’t take his overprotectiveness. “Bucky…” she whispered. “Let’s just…”

A calloused thumb swiped at her cheekbone. Her eyes opened to see that he was now right in front of her. “Please…”

He was pleading for what he didn’t know. To take care of her? To love her? To kiss her.?

Her blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. His hand held her jaw and he watched her lick her lips. It was all the invitation he needed before his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was passionate and needy and full of longing. His hands were placed precariously on her waist, careful of the bandages. She whimpered as his tongue begged for entrance, her mouth opening.

It was minutes before they pulled apart, chests heaving. “Bedroom,” he panted, gently picking her up and walking the 50 feet to the bedroom.

He placed her down gently, fingers going to the zipper of her dress and pulling it down. It fell from her to a puddle on the floor. Bruises marred her skin were she had been manhandled and fell. Rage flitted across his eyes and the urge to find the mark and stab him boiled beneath the surface. “Bucky…” she called softly.

Her voice brought him back to the present, as he realized how little she was now wearing. Her fingers went to push off his navy suit jacket and then the buttons of his white collared shirt. “Darce..” he choked out, when her nimble fingers touched his skin.

His lips went to kiss her jaw and then her neck softly. He had to make sure she was here. When he had found her, he had thought he had been too late. Then he realized, the guy was trying to rape her and then he saw red.

He walked her carefully to the bed, as she gently laid down. His eyes drank her in, as she undid her bra. He unbuckled his belt then unzipped his pants. He palmed himself through his boxers. She groaned, her hands caressing her breasts. “Bucky... please…”

He lost his pants, crawling up her body before beginning to kiss every bruise and every cut. He was going to worship her. She arched against his ministrations. “More..” she begged.

He smiled against her skin, before his flesh hand moved gently over her clothed core. Her hands buried in his hair. He felt her wetness soak her panties before he moved down her body with his lips, taking off the last barrier.

He sat back on his haunches and stared at her. Her skin was flushed, hands grasping at the duvet. His hands spread her legs wider before bending over and his tongue swiped at her core. She bucked against his lips, as he thrusted his tongue inside her. He didn’t hold her down, just kept her legs spread.

She felt on fire from his touch. She never was this close to orgasming this quickly. But Bucky had her on this imaginary cliff and as she was about to let go, he pulled back, kissing her thighs. She cried out at the loss. He sucked a mark on her before licking her clit slowly. “Please… please… I need…”

“Need what?” he asked, his fingers playing with her lower lips. “What do you need, doll?”

She moaned, as the two fingers pushed inside of her. “You… need… you…”

He sucked her clit gently, as her fingers tangled in his hair. She tugged, trying to push him closer. His fingers speared her faster, pushing against her g-spot. He felt her legs begin to shake. He pulled his mouth away to watch her. “That’s it, doll,” he praised, eyes watching her face. “Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.”

She arched her back, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping the sheets. She screamed as she came, walls clutching his fingers. He didn’t stop moving his fingers, prolonging the shocks. “I can’t…” she choked out, her body trembling.

“You can,” he demanded. “You will and then I’ll bury my cock deep in you.”

His metal hand twisted a nipple and she cursed. The thumb of his flesh hand circled her hardened clit. He felt the flutter of another orgasm; he grinned. “Open your eyes, love, please.”

Her light blue eyes were now dark with lust and stared right at him. “Bucky…” she whimpered. “James…”

He groaned at the use of his first name. “You are so gorgeous. Be a good girl and cum again,” he instructed, his thumb making tighter circles. “Let me see that beautiful face in ecstasy.”

His praise set her off again and she clutched the sheets as she came. Her eyes never left his. He lined his cock at her entrance, removing his fingers and pushed inside her. She gasped, as her walls continued to flutter. “Mine,” he growled.

“Yours, all yours,” she agreed, never breaking eye contact. “Please… make me yours.”

He groaned at her request, moving her to sitting. He slid deeper into her, as they began to rock. He kissed the bruises of her neck. “I’ll protect you,” he promised against her skin. “No one will hurt you again.”

Her head fell back as he licked a nipple, his hands on her waist as they moved. The build up this time was slow. It was languid. It was memorizing and possessive. There were soft words and praises between them. Minutes went by as he felt the coil within him tighten. “Darce…” he whispered.

“I know, James. I know. Cum for me handsome.”

He moved his flesh hand between them so he could rub her clit, feeling her walls clench around him. “Not without you,” he argued, pulling back to see her hair matted to her forehead, eyes wild. “Love…”

Her lips sealed his, nails digging into his chest. She moved faster up and down, dragging him against her spot. She gasped against his lips. She did it again and again, before tipping her head back and screaming. Her walls tightened around his cock and he thrusted from beneath her, cumming moments later. He groaned her name and his forehead falling to her shoulder.

She moved slowly in his lips, letting them both feel the aftermath. He kissed her skin. “Darce..” he whispered.

Her fingers carded through his hair bringing him to look at her face. “I know, handsome. Me too.”

He smiled at her. She knew. His heart soared. He captured her lips in another searing kiss. This time full of passion and love. When he pulled away, “Never again, doll.”

She chuckled, fingers sweeping across his cheekbones. “Are you saying this is a one and done deal, tin man?” she joked.

He growled, “You know exactly, what I’m talking about, taser girl?”

She giggled, as his hand squeezed her hip. “No, next time we go undercover as a couple.”

@cchellacat @keldachick

[classic-rock-roller]

1. Kevin was out all last night with Randy, Rudy and Co. for his bachelor party. You didn’t give him a specific time to check in, and he gets home at about 5 AM. You have to be awake for work at 9, so you get up to get ready. You come back into the bedroom from your shower and Kevin groans. “Morning, sunshine. How was your party?” you say. “Piss. Off.” Kevin says. How do you respond?

“I take it pretty good since you’ve got a horrible hangover.” I’d shove open the curtains, “Oh look how pretty it is outside today.” Kevin would cover his head with a pillow and groan. I’d get dressed and then go, “Kevin, Kev, Kev, Kev.” “What do you want?” he’d pull his head out from the pillow. I’d kiss him and go, “I love you. I’ll see you later tonight. Make sure to drink lots of water and there's Tylenol in the cabinet if you need it.”  

2. You and Bonham are sick of Axl and his shit, and Bonham’s decided to take action, but unbeknownst to you. You get in the car with her one night and see the back seat full of cases of eggs and spray paint. “What’s that?” you ask. “Nothing to be concerned about.” she says nonchalantly. How do you respond?

“It doesn’t look like nothing...what are you planning to do? I feel like you’re going to do something to Axl.” 

3. Your band and Crue are at a party one night toward the end of your collab, and Tommy passed out on the couch. Bonham takes advantage of the situation and goes over and starts drawing on his face with a magic marker. You go up to see what she’s doing, and when you get there, she pauses her drawing. “Maybe this is wrong,” she says. “Why?” you ask. “I don’t know, I said maybe.” she says defensively before going back to drawing. How do you respond?

“Maybe it’s because you’re not just writing on his face but drawing a dick on his forehead.” 

4. Bonham’s trying to write in a bari sax part for one of your tracks with Crue, and Tommy is incessantly bothering her. She tries to ignore him, but after about an hour she whips around and says, “Would you quit it? Bari sax music is hard enough without you bugging me!” He just shouts back, “Not until you appreciate what a jerk I am!” Bonham looks confused. How do you and the rest of Crue respond?

Me: Tommy, why would you want that?

Mick just rolls his eyes and goes, “Knock it off Tommy and let Bonham work. 

Vince is giggling and Nikki is a little too focused on writing a bass part to hear what Tommy said. 

5. Axl has been being an extra creep toward Bonham lately, and for some reason he’s leaving you alone, even though you two live in the same house. He’s got her all on edge lately, so much so that she’s always jumping at every noise. One day, the doorbell rings, and she screams before ducking behind the couch and yelling, “Let’s hide and burn the house down!” How do you respond, and who’s at the door?

“God I hate Axl for making you feel so unsafe. It’s just Kevin. He was going to take me out on a date remember although I don’t want to leave you alone.” Kevin and I take Bonham on our date with us because I won’t go unless she comes with because I don’t want to leave her alone in case crazy Axl comes by. 

6. You’re hanging out with Kevin, Randy and Bonham one day, and Randy decides it’d be funny to mess with Kevin. He says to him, “You know people have unique tongue prints just like fingerprints?” Kevin says, “Really?” and immediately presses his tongue to the restaurant table. Randy’s suppressing laughter and Bonham says, “Don’t just lick stuff!” How do you respond?

“Are you really that dumb Kevin? You know Randy likes to mess with you.” 

7. Kevin and Randy are working on writing a song when Kevin says, “Randy hand me your guitar, I’ve got an idea.” Randy says, “No, the piano’s right behind you, use that.” Kevin says, “Come on, Randy, please, it’s just for a sec.” He says, “Alright, fine…when you pry it from my cold dead hands!” and picks up his guitar and runs away. How does Kevin respond and what do you do?

“Randy seriously, I need it. Come on, just let me use it this one time.” I watch as they chase each other around. 

8. You left your 8 month old son Eddie with Randy and Bonham for the weekend while you and Kevin had a bit of a getaway. You get back to their house at about 4 in the afternoon on Monday and Bonham’s got him in her lap, and he’s giggling profusely. “What’d you do to get him so happy?” you ask. Randy says, “She let him try her soda.” How do you and Kevin respond?

Me: Well as long as it was only a little sip and not a whole bottle it’ll be ok. 

Kevin: What?! You gave him soda! Don’t give him soda. 

Me: Jeez, no need to overreact it was just a little. It’s not going to hurt Eddie. 

9. Kevin went through with the resurrection of QR after Randy’s death, and they’ve put out their new album. Their popularity soars, and you and Kevin are ecstatic, but Bonham remains skeptical. “It’s not the same, and it’s a bit of an insult to Randy. Kevin and Rudy took the band that he started and have done something totally different with it. It’s not right.” How do you and Kevin respond to her stance?

Me: I’m kind of in the middle of the two of you. While it is different and I love and miss QR with Randy, this is a great way to make sure that his legacy goes on. Many kids will listen to this and then want to listen to the early stuff and discover how amazing Randy was. 

Kevin: That is what I had in mind when I wanted to resurrect Quiet Riot. I don’t mean for it to be an insult, I want to try to make it a celebration of him as much as I can.  

10. Your band has just finished touring, and Randy and Kevin made you two a nice meal to celebrate. It’s really good, and after the first couple of bites, Bonham says, “Oh my God, this is so awesome. It’s been so long since I’ve had real food.” This confuses the heck out of all of you, how do the three of you respond?

Me: What do you mean ‘real food’?

Bonham: You know an actual home-cooked meal. Not fast food or the greasy truck stops we stopped at. 

Randy: Well, I’m glad it tastes really good. 

Kevin: Yeah, Randy and I worked on it for a while which was challenging because we usually suck at cooking. 

11. You and Bonham beat Crue to the studio one day, and you’re fiddling with the mixing when they get there. Nikki and Mick go up to you and say hello, Tommy just says, “sup bitches?” and Vince comes up to you two last. He greets you with, “Hey sweetheart.” and he greets Bonham by slapping her on the butt. She gasps and asks, “What the hell?” Tommy says, “Oh that’s how he says hello when he thinks you’re attractive.” How do you, Bonham, and the rest of Crue respond?

Bonham: While I’m flattered Vince, don’t slap my ass. 

Me: I would suggest not doing that again, she may punch you next time.

Mick: You do not do that with coworkers. Stop being a creep. 

Nikki: Vince, what did we talk about earlier? You were supposed to do that to BabyCarrot and Bonham as a joke. 

Vince: Whoops. I forgot. 

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1) Your singer finds an old pair of overalls she’s had since her first year of college. They're a little big but still fit. She comes out into the kitchen where you, Randy, and Kevin are sitting and says, “This is awesome! I love these. Check it out.” She grabs three candy apples from the table and shoves them into the front pocket, “This pocket is fucking huge.” How do you, Kevin, and Randy respond? 

2) You, Kevin, and Randy are sitting at the kitchen table  of your singer’s parents’ house when your singer comes up the stairs and says, “I have found the holy grail of cassette tapes.” And slaps down a cassette labeled ‘Party tunes’ on the table. How do you, Kevin, and Randy react?

3) Your singer has been in a funk all day and you, Kevin, and Randy don’t know why. She’s been really quiet and sad. About halfway through the day, you find her sitting on the couch quietly crying. When you ask her whats wrong she says, “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bum you out or anything. It’s just the anniversary of a friend’s death by gunshot suicide.” How do you, Randy, and Kevin respond? 

4) Your singer is driving you, Randy, and Kevin along the back roads of her hometown from her uncle’s. As you crest a hill, she slams on the breaks and you all fly forward. You look out to see a shirtless old guy standing in the road flashing a peace sign. Your singer mutters, “Crazy fucking old guy.” Before going around him. She then says, “At least we know he’s still alive he’s been around here since I was a kid,” How do you, Kevin, and Randy respond?

5) You, Kevin, Randy, and your singer are camping and all sharing a tent. It’s a little tight so when someone moves you feel it. About halfway through the night, your singer starts moving violently, and when you get up, you find that she is crying in her sleep. What do you, Kevin, and Randy do and what was her dream about?

6) You, your singer, Randy, and Kevin are sitting on the couch when all of a sudden, your singer sits bolt upright and says, “Oh, my god. Kevin, did we turn off the stove? I don’t think we turned off the stove. I should go check if we turned off the stove.” How do you, Kevin, and Randy respond?

7) You, your singer, Kevin, and Randy are at a social event for musicians. It is a black tie event so everyone is dressed to the nines. While walking around, your singer stops you and goes, “Oh my god, that’s Paul McCartney.” Kevin looks up from the beer he has and asks, “Who?” “Paul McCartney, The Beatle,” your singer responds. “Still never heard of him.” How do you, Randy, and your singer respond?

8) You’ve been complaining about being really cold in your house lately. One day, your singer comes over with a huge box and when you open it, you find a huge handmade blanket. “I thought you, Randy, and the boys could snuggle under it when your cold. It took me weeks to make and I almost spilled the beans a couple of times. But here it is.” How do you and Randy respond?

9) You and your singer get called down to your sons’ school one day because Mal and Will ended up punching kids. You and your singer are furious and your singer says, “Car. Now.” Once in the car, Mal pipes up, “But we had to do it!” Then Will says, “They called our dads fags!” How do you and your singer respond?

10) You, Randy, and Kevin are all going back to your singer and Kevin’s house for dinner. Your singer was off, but you, Randy, and Kevin all worked. Once you get there, you open the door to find your singer cooking and dancing while listening, rather loudly, to Slick Black Cadillac and singing along. What do you, Randy, and Kevin say and how does your singer respond? 

11) You are over at Kevin and your singer’s for dinner because apparently, they have ‘big news’ to share with you.  All of the kids are sitting with you at the dinner table but four-year-old Eddie can’t stop bouncing and constantly asks, “Can I tell Auntie Bonham and Uncle Randy now?” Kevin looks at him and goes, “Not yet, Ed.” You’re just about to eat dessert when he asks one more time and Kevin finally says, “Yes, you can tell them.” Eddie gets this huge smile before he screams, “Mommy and Daddy are getting me and Mal a baby brother or sister!” How do you, Randy, and your kids respond? 

@osbournebemydaddy your move Bonham, love