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lokislastlove · 2 years

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Rules and Regulations (Dark!Bucky x Reader)

Summary: You’re a bartender at an A-lister club with a very powerful admirer.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, cuckolding, humiliation, mention of a plug, but if pet play, fingering, oral, sex… probably more but I suck at listing this shit.

Note: So life has been rough and my writing is slow going. Honestly surprised I managed to do this at all. Hope it doesn’t suck. This is Bucky from my ever-expanding Avenger Football AU. ❤️ ~4k

“Come on,” he whines endearingly. “This has to be my hundredth time asking you for a dance in the past week. You have to have breaks sometime.”

He sets both elbows on the bar and leans over the counter as far as he can, desperate to get closer to you. You try to fight the smile. He’s cute, sweet, and persistent.

Since the first time he came in and ordered a drink from you he was hooked. Every night since he has bypassed the sea of scantily clad women in order to sit at the bar and flirt with you, seemingly unbothered by the long gaps when you get busy and have to ignore him. You know you shouldn’t but you find yourself checking often if he’s still there. When you do, he catches your eye and you have to bite your lip to temper your grin.

You let out a deep sigh and he reaches out to catch your hand before you can pick up the next glass to dry, “come on. Just one dance. Please?”

Your eyes fix on his long fingers resting softly across yours, thumb brushing over your suddenly very sensitive knuckles. You feel your cheeks burn and look up into his big dark round eyes.

“I can’t, Joey” you whisper regretfully, heart aching as his fingers slip away and he sits back on the stool with a sad smile.

“Oh my god,” your boss groans dramatically from your side. “I can’t watch this any longer. Lily! Get over here for a minute.”

You gape at her sudden outburst as she snags the towel from your hand and grabs you by the arm. She pulls you along the length of the bar and you prepare for a scolding.

“Nat, I’m sorry –“

She snaps her fingers tersely and you fall silent as she impatiently watches the petite blond girl, Lily, bounce across the room.

“Yeah boss?” Lilly lilts.

“You’re going to help me behind the bar for thirty, it’s time to teach you some stuff anyway and I cannot listen to this lovesick pining any longer.”

Nat pushes you out from behind the bar and raises a brow at you when you try to object. Lily giggles and eagerly takes your place while a figure steps up behind you.

Nat points over your shoulder with a serious look, “thirty minutes and then she comes back - make it worthwhile lover boy.”

Your mouth falls open and you hear his soft chuckle. You turn to find him beaming at you with his hand already extended like a gentleman.

He raises a teasing brow at your hesitation, “any other excuses?”

You bite your lip and scan the crowd, stomach fluttering in nervous excitement as you place your hand in his. His hands are soft, enveloping yours in a comfortable warmth as he leads you to the dance floor. Couples lost in the music dance all around you as he turns and flashes you a brilliant white smile.

“Just tell me if I make you uncomfortable, okay?” His free hand slides up your arm slowly and he starts to sway. He keeps your eyes locked with his, never straying for a second even when you look away in embarrassment.

His fingers tickle over your skin, careful to avoid any areas that might push your boundaries. You follow his lead and you move to the beat, hips swiveling slowly as you loosen up and let the tension melt away. He releases your hand, fingers gingerly finding your hips and pulling you closer. You let out a soft sigh as you brush up against him.

“You smell good,” you let out unthinkingly, eyes closed as his hips move with yours.

He cups the side of your face, thumb flicking over your lower lip, “you are so beautiful.” His voice is gentle and deep in earnest.

You take in a quick breath as he leans in closer, eyes flicking down to your tongue as it pokes out to wet your lip. Suddenly, you panic and turn away, spinning in his arms until your ass grazes his bulging jeans. You feel his chest rumble as he chuckles and pulls you closer.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear, “tease.”

You laugh as his breath tickles down your neck and he breaths you in. Your bodies move in perfect rhythm, this position giving you a little more control and some necessary breathing room. He places a soft kiss to your shoulder. Your eyes flutter as you moan and he takes it as approval for more.

“I have thought about nothing else since I first saw you,” he admits into the crook of your neck, his hands gliding down your hips to the outside of your thighs and back up.

You get lost in the feel of him. You’ve been thinking about him too, imagining how good it would feel to let him touch you. It’s a relief to discover that reality is far better.

“You have to let me take you on a proper date,” he insists pleadingly. “Please.”

He groans out the last word as you rotate your hips a little harder against him. He’s rock hard and your pride swells in the knowledge that it’s all for you. You suppose it can’t hurt to make time for him, right? You deserve to do something for yourself.

You bite your lip again as you nod, grin growing wide at the way he lets out a happy moan and squeezes you to him.

“HEY!”

You startle at the hostile bellow that cuts through the room. Everyone on the dance floor pauses to look over at the entrance where a fresh crowd of patrons loom intimidatingly. It’s their size that strikes you first, all of them are huge, at least a head taller than a majority of the room.

Then you see him pushing past his buddies, his long dark hair kissing the shoulders of his navy blue suit. You stiffen as he steps forward, his stormy blue eyes enraged at the sight of you. Even in the hot crowded room his gaze is enough to make you shiver. You frantically push on the hands still gripping your hips and step away from your dance partner.

“Oh my god… is that Bucky Barnes?!” Joey asks excitedly from beside you.

You shift uncomfortably and whisper out the side of your mouth, “get out of here!”

Bucky pushes through the crowd in a straight shot toward you, making your heart beat violently in your chest. Joey looks between you and the famous wide receiver in confusion. Bucky grunts as he shoulders through a star-struck couple and you quickly jump in front of Joey.

“Bucky,” you warn before melting under his fuming glower. You swallow thickly but don’t move. “It was just a dance.”

“Is that right?” He nods and purses his lips before sizing up the man behind you. “Is that all it was, pal? Just a dance?” His tone is mocking, laced with threat.

Joey takes a moment to consider the situation. He isn’t exactly a small guy, likely not used to bowing out of confrontations. But did he really want to fight a professional football player and a bunch of his teammates?

“Are you her boyfriend?” Joey asks diplomatically.

“I’m asking the questions here.” Bucky takes a menacing step forward and you press your hands to his chest… as if that could stop him.

“Well if you’re not her boyfriend… I suggest you wait while I finish our dance and then you can ask her nicely for one yourself.”

You grimace and let out a breath.

Well, shit.

“What the hell did you say to me?”

“You heard me,” Joey steps up behind you and you hold out a hand to his chest too, trapped in a tense testosterone sandwich. “You think just because you’re a famous football player you don’t owe the lady some manners? A little chivalry might do you some good.”

In your head you’re doing a standing ovation, his words only make you love him more. But he’s an idiot. You watch Bucky’s lips curve into that familiar cruel smile your blood runs cold. He brings his hands together, twisting the three large Super Bowl rings on his finger calmly.

“No, no, no. Bucky please…” you plead.

Bucky steps past you, smacking your hand away as he lands a solid punch to Joeys jaw. The crack is loud enough to make the whole crowd gasp and take another step back. Several cameras flash as two of Bucky’s friends scoop up the wobbling Joey from the floor and drag him toward the clubs exit. Bucky’s hand grips your wrist and you have no choice but to follow him.

You meet Natasha’s apologetic eyes and she mouths a quick, “I’m sorry,” before you are dragged outside.

“Bucky. Just let him go,” you choke back a sob as the two guys toss him into the back of the black suburban waiting on the curb.

Bucky tugs you so that you crash into his firm chest, “is this what you’ve been doing while I was away? Huh? Just whoring yourself out to every man who would have you?”

He squeezes your wrists so hard you think they might snap. You whimper and shake your head, “no.”

“This is not the welcome home greeting I was expecting, kitten. I’m very disappointed in you.”

“I didn’t know you’d be back today,” you whine. “I swear he just wanted a dance and Nat –“

“Nat?” Bucky interrupts, surprised. “Well, I’ll have to have a little chat with her later about who owns this place. I thought the rules were clear when I had you put behind the bar.”

Bucky wipes away a stray tear as it trickles down your cheek and you do your best not to flinch. Your lip quivers as he leans down to smell your hair and brush his lips across your crown.

“Now, I think my little kitten needs to be reminded who holds her leash. Hm?” He pinches your chin as his eyes rove down your body.

You yelp as he turns and shoves you into the car, following close behind. You stare in horror as Joey sits across from you, smashed between two boulder-sized men. His head droops as the car moves and his eye lids struggle to stay open, lip torn and bleeding from the hit. Your heart aches for him. He doesn’t deserve this. He was just trying to defend you.

“Where are we going, Bucky?” You ask meekly.

Bucky slips his hand up your leg, fingers digging into the soft skin of your inner thighs. “Home, of course.” He pauses and leans over to growl in your ear. “Though… if you keep talking like that I might not be able to wait.”

Bucky’s lackeys grin as they leer at you. Bucky has never had qualms about being watched. You drop your eyes submissively and shut up. Bucky will use anything as an excuse to humiliate you, best not to give him a reason. Whatever he’s keeping Joey around for can’t be good, but for now he’s your reason to play nice, and for his sake you’ll do it.

“Ah, finally,” Bucky complains as they pull up to his apartment building.

Bucky hauls you from the car and you watch them drag Joey out too, his arms slung over their shoulders, toes barely touching on the ground. You meet his eye over your shoulder as you pass through the doors and try to convey all the regret you feel for everything that has happened… and is about to happen. He shakes his head at you, almost imperceptibly.

“Good evening, Mr Barnes. Good to have you home, sir.”

“Thank you, Tom.” Bucky beams at the doorman. “I can always count on you for a warm welcome.” He looks at you pointedly before noticing Toms concern. “Oh, my friend here has had a bit of a rough time I’m afraid, so we’ll be having a quiet night at home. If anyone comes calling just take a message for me will you?”

“Yes, of course sir. I’ll see to it you are not disturbed.”

“Best perk of the building, Tom,” Bucky praises as he slides a rolled up hundred dollars into his doorman’s jacket pocket.

The elevator is silent as your mind races with what Bucky could possibly have planned. If he had intended on killing him surely there are places with an easier clean up. Roughing him up is a possibility. But the answer becomes devastatingly obvious when you walk through the door and Bucky instructs his boys to tie Joey to a chair in the living room.

“Bucky,” you beg while Joey hisses in pain, the ropes digging in painfully to his biceps, wrists and ankles. “Please. You don’t have to do this. I get it, okay. I’m yours. I won’t disappoint you again, I promise.”

“Kitten,” Bucky coos, ignoring you as he pets your cheek. “What is the first thing you’re supposed to do when you walk through those doors?”

Your eyes widen, voice caught in your throat. You glance nervously over at Joey who stares back in concern.

“Brock,” Bucky calls without looking away from you.

The muscular man finishes taping Joeys mouth, nods back at Bucky, stands to his full height and delivers a harsh back-handed blow to Joeys cheek. Joeys head whips to the side and he grunts weakly.

“Do you want us to stay?” Brock asks, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he looks at you and rubs his hands together.

“No. Take the night off,” Bucky answers absently as he slips a finger under the thin strap of your dress.

Brock lingers, eyes following the fabric as it slips down your shoulders. You look over shyly at the extra pair of eyes watching you and flinch as Bucky suddenly decided to tear it down the middle. After getting an eye-full, Brock smirks cruelly and finally leaves. He knows Bucky doesn’t like to repeat himself.

“Go on, Kitten,” Bucky says as he swats your ass. “The longer you take, the longer you leave me alone with your little boyfriend here.”

The threat is effective. You quickly run down the hall and return in under two minutes. Rounding the corner to the living room, you find Bucky sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on his wide knees as he talks to Joey in a quiet timber.

“Ah, there she is,” Bucky’s face brightens as he spots you.

Thankfully Joey has his back to you and makes no effort to look, you savor those last few steps before he sees the real you. The you that Bucky has made you.

Bucky stands up and holds his hand out to you. You close your eyes and with one last breath you take his hand, allowing him to pull you in front of Joey.

“My. Sweet. Little. Kitten,” Bucky praises. “You can see why I call her that now, don’t ya kid?” He mocks as he runs his fingers down the long white tail and tugs it sharply.

You wince and clench your ass to keep the plug in place. Bucky chuckles softly as he turns you, giving Joey the full view of your pink collar, silky white lingerie, cat ear headband and knee high socks, complete with pink paw prints on the feet. Your skin burns in humiliation as your gaze finally meets Joey’s wide eyes.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Bucky provokes as he runs his hands down your sides and curls them around to squeeze your tits. “You want to hear her purr?”

You let out a breath as Bucky cups your cunt and begins to rub. His thick fingers slip easily along the thin satin fabric, pressing with just the right amount of pressure to make your stomach spasm. You try to hold in the moans, those noises he has become so good at extracting from you. You want to resist for Joey’s sake, knowing every second pushes him further and further away.

Bucky pushes aside your wet panties and slides two fingers deep inside you. The squelching fills the room as your knees begin to tremble, but his arm around your ribs keeps you from escaping his forceful attention. The obscene sounds alone are enough to betray you. There is no denying at least some part of you wants this – at least, that’s likely what Joey believes.

Your eyes roll and your body hums with pleasure. His fingers fuck you hard and fast, curled at the perfect angle with his palm presses firmly to your clit. What starts as a sob finishes as a drawn out moan and you cum shakily in his arms.

“That’s right, kitten,” Bucky kisses your neck. “Only I get to make you come... Not you, not that ex husband, and certainly not this little boy you found.”

His hand flies to your throat, still sticky with your come, and he squeezes, “who do you belong to?” He shakes you when you keep your mouth closed. “Say it.”

“You,” you struggle to get out.

“Good. Now, be a good girl and go sit in his lap.”

“Wha?”

“Hey, you picked him. If you didn’t want to include him you shouldn’t have let him touch my things,” Bucky growls as he pushes you between Joeys legs. “So let’s get nice and cozy, huh?”

You sniffle as you delicately lower yourself onto Joeys lap, trying to balance on his thighs and not further back against his crotch. Bucky watches with a smirk, enjoying the tension building between you.

“Now lay back. Show me that pretty pussy. I’m sure he won’t mind,” Bucky chuckles.

Joey stiffens as you settle over him and rest your head on his shoulder. You start to slip and reach down instinctively to push yourself back into place. Your hands graze his hips and you wiggle against him. You feel his cock pressing sharply into your lower back and you freeze, eyes wide.

“What is it kitten? Disappointed to know your white knight is just as depraved as I am?” Bucky laughs and he leans down, eyes dropping to where you try to arch your body away from Joeys erection. “No matter how nice you think they are… all men are animals. I’m just more honest about it.”

Joey growls, his chest vibrating at your back as Bucky lifts your legs and kneels before you. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and grips your thighs tight as you whimper in anticipation. You’re still sensitive, but that’s when Bucky loves to taste you most.

Bucky locks eyes with you as he dips his head down and licks along the crease of your thighs, humming happily as he cleans up your slick. His rough tongue around your outer lips and the heat at your back has you shaking. He loves to take his time, it’s the anticipation that destroys your resolve. You know he wants to hear you beg for it.

“Best I’ve ever tasted,” Bucky licks his shiny lips, kissing your thighs. “mmm, I don’t blame you for wanting her. But this is elite grade pussy, not suitable for just anyone. Is it kitten?”

You turn your head away from Joey, your eyes shut tight in shame. You’re dripping and it only gets worse with Bucky’s praise - something he doesn’t give often. Bucky’s arm adjusts as he reaches over to slap your cunt.

“Is it?!” Bucky snarls.

You cry out and try to cover yourself but his nails dig in to your thighs until you submit, “no! No! Only you, Bucky! Please.”

“Good girl,” he coos relaxing his fingers before burying his head between your legs.

You arch your back in surprise, your ass pressing into Joeys hard cock as you grip his arms still strapped to the chair. Your breath comes out in heavy puffs, chest heaving at the way he plays with your clit.

You feel his digits trace your slit as he sucks your clit softly, he circles your entrance, spreading your slick before shoving a finger back inside you. He pulls his mouth away as you start to moan weakly, your hips grinding against his hand.

Joey groans softly and you turn to look at him instinctually. His eyes are fixed on your cunt being stretched by Bucky’s fingers. Your skin grows sticky with sweat as Joeys heat combines with your own. Bucky takes you in, smirking at the way Joeys eyelids grow heavy and his hips buck to add more friction against your ass.

Bucky stops right as you near your second orgasm and stands, pulling you up with him, “eh eh eh, don’t get greedy now, boy.”

“Bend over, kitten. Hands on the back of the chair, so he can hear how much you like it,” Bucky orders, pushing your shoulders down until you bend at the hip.

Your trembling hands grip the chair right above Joeys shoulders, face close enough to his to smell his cologne. He smells just as good as he did on the dance floor, better even. You focus on the memory it brings until you whisper a soft, “I’m sorry,” in his ear.

At that moment Bucky plunges into your swollen cunt. His rigid cock stretches you painfully, walls protesting as you try to stifle your noises. But when he hits that spot deep inside you, that spot that makes your knees go weak, all bets are off. You let out a long moan, pushing back your hips to meet that blissful pain of him scratching that deep itch. Hands on your hips, Bucky sets a steady rhythm, balls tapping your sensitive clit with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, Kitten. I’d take this pussy over a Super Bowl win any day… can’t believe you thought I’d ever let another man touch you.”

Bucky’s smacks your ass sharply and you cry out into Joeys ear. You can hear him still moaning at the sight of you, the noises you make. You imagine it’s him behind you. Imagine that when it’s finished he’ll cuddle up with you and kiss your forehead tenderly.

You settle in that rapturous fantasy and let it carry you through your next two orgasms. It is finally broken by Bucky shoving you to your knees and coming on your face. He stumbles backward and falls into the couch with a sigh before tucking himself away.

“Bad kitty,” Bucky smirks. “Look at the mess you made.”

Tears flow freely down your cheeks, mixing with his thick cum as you sit at Joeys feet. You can see the betrayal in his brown eyes, the hurt that you didn’t tell him sooner. You suppose it was selfish of you to hope for something real.

“Do you understand your place now, Kitten?”

You wipe the wetness from your face as you nod, “y-yes.”

“Good. Now, go clean up,” Bucky orders, standing once more and fiddling with his rings. “I’ll make sure the boy gets home safe.”

You sniffle as he nears you and you look up at him. He cups your chin and hums with a smirk, “if I catch you doing something stupid like this again, I won’t be so generous. Got it?”

“Yes, Bucky,” you reply.

You wobble as you get to your feet and give Joey one last apologetic look before walking gingerly down the hall. Your night is far from over. He’ll likely save the really brutal stuff for when he returns… but at least you can be happy Joey made it out alive.

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wangxianficrecs · 11 months

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Rules and Regulations by Reverie (cl410)

Rules and Regulations

by Reverie (cl410)

T, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Qiren disapproves of Wei Wuxian, and makes sure everyone in Cloud Recesses knows it. Lan Wangji makes a stand.

Kay's comments: A very cathartic fic of Lan Wangji clapping back and calling Lan Qiren out for constantly breaking the rules in regards to his treatment of Wei Wuxian.

Excerpt: “I do not want him teaching the junior classes any longer,” Lan Qiren said tightly. Lan Wangji turned his head three degrees to the left, giving his uncle the absolute minimum of his attention. “Xichen and Lan-laoshi approved Wei Ying to teach,” he said simply, and went to fetch his husband. He paused just outside the door, preparing to call for him, and then stopped at the sight of Wei Ying in the library, back to the door and half hidden behind one of the columns. He watched as Wei Ying took a shaky breath, heard his tired sigh. Watched his shoulders slump. Lan Wangji ached at the exhaustion and defeat in every line of his husband’s body, these things that Wei Ying had hidden from him, no doubt with the intent to prevent any further conflict between Lan Wangji and his uncle.

pov lan wangji, post-canon, gusu lan sect rules, established relationship, lan qiren, @i-like-plan-m

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ikozen · 2 months

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RULES & REGULATIONS

please read everything thoroughly and if you have any questions then don’t be afraid to dm me ( > o <)

ᯓ★ BEFORE YOU FOLLOW. . . i have a life outside of tumblr so i will not post as much, i do not accept requests at this time, i write whatever i want to write, if you have a problem with me being a minor on this app then just block me because it’s not going to stop me from posting!, uploading any of my works anywhere else and passing it off as yours is prohibited as I take time out of my day to write, i’m open to making new friends so you can dm me :D.

ᯓ★ DO NOT INTERACT. . . if you’re homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, straight up racist, sexualize minors(it makes me uncomfortable since I’m one), fatphobic, against abortions and is in support about the genocide that’s happening in gaza, say slurs that u cannot reclaim, ageless blogs, toxic skz fans.

ᯓ★ I DO NOT WRITE FOR. . . any sexual content that involves minors, rape, ageplay, scat/piss kinks, incest/stepcest, yandere, pet play, race play, slave play, suicide/self-harm, eating disorders, non-con, dub-con, sexual assault, any mental disorders, pregnancy sex, feet kink, vore + gore, necrophelia, mpreg, member x member, lactation/breastfeeding, gangbangs.

ᯓ★ I DO WRITE FOR. . . any groups i stan + animes i like(masterlist is bound to change), things i am interested in that can go from kpop to genshin, smut, fluff for underage characters, whatever i want to write in general, angst, headcannons, smut imagines, oneshots, series, drabbles, ages differences(legal), size difference, aftercare, spanking, manhandling, threesomes, teacher x student(only if both parties are 18+ and is a college au) breeding kink, hybrids/supernatural/mythical creatures, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation kink, masturbation.

ᯓ★ WHEN REQUESTING. . . my request are closed right now but when they open then request whatever you like as long as it aligns with what i write, i have school so i might not always respond to your requests in a timely manner, i only write for black readers and fem readers right now, but i somewhat write for gn readers, specify your request and be descriptive.

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callsign-joyride · 1 year

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Rules & Regulations | 0.3

Summary: You work in the human resources department at NAS North Island. A noise complaint at a hotel leads to some unexpected endeavors - and an ironic workplace romance.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader (no use of Y/N)

Content warnings: Hangman being Hangman, Rooster being kind of shy, fluff, fade to black sex

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The sounds of grown men shouting from down the hallway were making it hard for you to sleep. Looking at the time on your phone, you sighed before getting up and sliding your shoes on. Once you got to the room where all of the noise seemed to be coming from, you started pounding on the door.

“It is one in the fucking morning and I’m sure there are kids here! I can hear you three doors down!” You shouted. Right as you were about to start knocking again, someone opened the door.

“Hey, the name’s Hangman. Uh, sorry about the noise but the only way for you to get us to be quiet is if you… Give me your number.’

Of course someone who looked like that would act like this.

“Oh, sure. It’s 8675-not-your-fucking-business! Jesus Christ, just be an adult and be quiet!”

Hearing all of the commotion, someone else got up and pushed Hangman out of the doorway.

“I’m Bradley. Sorry about him, he wasn’t raised. What can I do for you?”

You sighed and tried to explain the situation again without getting too loud. Bradley nodded his head and listened as you went over everything that had been going on.

“I’ll get them to be quiet. Here’s my number, so you can text me if we’re still being loud. I’m so sorry that we bothered you. Hopefully, I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Bradley got his friends to quiet down, that much was clear as you settled back into your bed. Even though things had since quieted down, you still texted Bradley to tell him how much you had appreciated the short interaction. It was another one of those nights where you fell asleep texting because you were exhausted, but you also didn’t want to stop texting him. He texted you the next morning to ask if you would get breakfast downstairs and if you wanted to sit with him and his group. Part of the reason that you said yes was that you knew that Natasha was in the group. You found Natasha sitting in one of the booths, so you sat in front of her to wait for Bradley. She had told you that the guys didn’t really know who you were aside from the situation last night, but it wouldn’t look weird if you sat with her.

It didn’t take long for Bradley and the rest of the group to find you after exchanging several texts and muttering to Natasha how stupid most men are. He seemed slightly surprised that you already knew Nat, but he didn’t think much of it as he took you over to meet the rest of the group.

“This is Fanboy,” he said.

“Oh, so you were one of the ones fucking around in the lobby last night. Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse,” you said. The comment was so out of pocket that the other guys had to laugh.

After you formally met the rest of the group, you got your breakfast and sat with Bradley. The two of you were so deep in conversation that it didn’t feel like anyone else was in the room even though Hangman stared daggers into you after you laughed at one of Bradley’s jokes. You kept the conversation going as you made it up to the rooms.

“Hey, do you wanna go out sometime? I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I want to get to know you more over dinner if that’s okay?”

You smiled.

“Of course. Are you doing anything tonight? There’s this really good seafood place a few minutes away if you’re into that.”

“I’m not doing anything anymore. Yeah, I just canceled my plans. What kind of place is it? Like, do I have to dress nice?”

“You don’t have to, but I would like to see you in your dress whites. You look really good in those. I think I’m just gonna wear a t-shirt and shorts, though. I’ll pick you up at six.”

Bradley wouldn’t have admitted it, but he was glad that you said yes to the date. He was even happier that it didn’t seem like you wanted to wait. Time could not go by fast enough. All you wanted was to spend time with Bradley, but it didn’t make sense to pick him up earlier than you had planned. Instead, you spent most of the day with Nat. The two of you mostly talked about Bradley (of course), but she didn’t seem to mind.

“He’s a really great guy. Plus, he knows that I’ll rip his plane apart if he fucks this up. Don’t tell anyone that I said that.”

The comment made you giggle. Natasha sat on your bed as you went to the bathroom to check your makeup and reapply your perfume. It was finally nearing six, and you figured that there couldn’t really be harm in being early this time. Ten minutes to six counts as six, right? It was hard to figure out why you were so nervous. Natasha and Bradley were friends, she said that he was a good guy. There really shouldn’t have been anything to worry about because it felt like the entire date was in your hands. Bradley looked nice. He wore a simple Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts, so you balanced each other out.

The drive wasn’t long, but it was somewhat anxiety-inducing. You couldn’t tell if Bradley wanted to listen to music on the way there or not, and you didn’t know his taste. That wasn’t something that you wanted to mess up, either. It didn’t take very long for you to be seated at the restaurant. You made light conversation as you ate, and it was getting to the time when someone had to pay the check.

“If you think that you’re paying, you’re sorely mistaken. Don’t even try to take your wallet out of your bag,” Bradley said as he pulled his card out of his wallet.

“I picked the restaurant and we just ate like a hundred dollars in seafood. I’m paying.”

“I can spend a hundred dollars. How about this, you can pay for the next date and I’ll pick what we’re doing, okay?”

Nat was right. Bradley was a real charmer because you were fairly certain that you were going to pay for at least your portion of the meal. He was a good tipper, too. You handed him your phone when you got in the car and let him pick the music. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he picked an ’80s playlist, but it wasn’t the first genre that you thought he would go for. Everyone was flying back to North Island the next day, so you didn’t have that much time left with Bradley.

“I really want to kiss you right now. Is that okay? Can I kiss you?” He asked when you were outside the door to your room. You chuckled and pulled him down to your level before leaning in to kiss him. One of his hands was on your waist and the other was on the back of your head. You separated so that you could open the door to your room without any difficulties, but you looked at him with lust-filled eyes and he knew that he was a goner.

“What time do you have to check out tomorrow?” You asked.

“Nine.”

“Oh, we have plenty of time,” you said as you dragged him into the room.

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