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old Hollywood obsessed | Pisces | i wrote about anyone I am in love with basically <33

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Here’s my masterlist, hope you enjoy 🥀🥀

Rating: 18+ content (minors please don’t read!!), mature, explicit.

Gregory peck

Roman Holiday Imagine (Joe Bradley x reader)

Zayn Malik

My Best friends wedding (smut)

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Ugh this mannn 😩😩

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Shadows and Spotlight

Pairing: John Taylor x f! reader

Summary: In the whirlwind world of 1980s rock stardom, you and John Taylor start as friends-close, easy, unspoken. But as Duran Duran rises to fame, John's life becomes a dizzying blur of spotlight and fleeting romances, leaving you wrestling with a secret truth: your feelings for him run deeper than friendship.As the band conquers stages around the world, the slow-burning tension between you and John grows impossible to ignore. Between the chaos of fame, the seductive pull of temptation, and the fragility of trust, you navigate a precarious path where every glance, every touch carries the weight of unspoken desire.

Warnings: slow-burn, smut (18+), mentions of sex

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You'd known John Taylor for years by now — since before the music, before the fame, before the wild crowds and flashing cameras. Back then, it was just two kids from Birmingham who shared late-night vinyl sessions and dreams that stretched far beyond the city limits.

You were inseparable. Friends in the purest sense.

The kind of friendship that fit like a favorite leather jacket: worn-in, comfortable, safe.

But now, things were changing.

The year was 1982, and Duran Duran was exploding. The band's name was on every magazine cover, every radio station. John — the bass player with those cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and a swagger that seemed effortless

— was suddenly the guy every girl wanted. And the ones he wanted seemed just as eager.

You watched it happen from the sidelines, that slow shifting of attention, the way his smile lingered longer on other girls, the way you found yourself pretending it didn't sting when you caught glimpses of him with someone new - glamorous models, starlets, women with their own shining tutures.

And that's when you realized: you weren't just his friend anymore.

One rainy evening in London, 1982

You sat at a corner table in a dim pub, the murmur of conversation swirling around you. John was late, as usual, caught up in the whirlwind of rehearsals and interviews. You nursed your drink, eyes flicking to the door every time it swung open, hoping it was him.

When he finally appeared - soaked, grinning, his damp hair sticking to his forehead - your heart stuttered.

"Sorry, got held up," he said, sliding into the seat opposite you.

"No worries," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, but your fingers trembled slightly as you reached for your glass.

He studied you for a moment, his usual cocky smile softening. "You look tired."

"Just the usual."

He leaned forward, voice dropping. "You sure you're okay?"

You met his gaze, and suddenly the weight of everything felt heavier. The crush you buried deep, the ache of watching him with other women - it was all there in your eyes.

John's smile faltered for a second, and you saw a flicker of something — confusion? Regret?

Then, just as quickly, he stood. "Let's get out of here."

Back at his flat, the tension grew

The city lights filtered through the curtains as you sat on the edge of his sofa, fingers entwined loosely in your lap.

John paced, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what this is, but it's messing with my head."

You swallowed. "Me too."

He stopped, eyes searching yours. "I'm supposed to be this rockstar, this player — but when I'm with you, it's different. It's... real."

Your breath hitched.

John stepped closer, voice low. "I don't want to mess this up."

You reached out, tracing a finger along his jawline.

"Maybe it's not about not messing up. Maybe it's about taking the chance."

He hesitated, then cupped your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. The tension snapped - and suddenly his lips were on yours, slow and deliberate, like he was discovering something he'd been craving without knowing.

Your hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer as the night deepened around you.

The slow burn begins

Days passed, and the delicate dance continued.

Secret looks, stolen touches, the electric charge every time your fingers brushed.

But the world outside your bubble kept turning.

John's girlfriends came and went, the media buzzed, the spotlight grew hotter.

You stayed close, holding on to what was growing between you, even as doubt gnawed at the edges.

One night, after a show, John pulled you aside backstage.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispered.

You didn't hesitate.

As the music roared in the distance, the two of you finally let the slow burn ignite into something fierce

— the kind of heat that promises both risk and reward.

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The days after that backstage night were a careful balancing act.

John was still John — the charismatic, magnetic force pulling in fans and flashing cameras - but now there was a new layer when he looked at you.

Something softer, charged with a secret electricity neither of you dared name aloud.

You met him at the studio one rainy afternoon, the muffled sounds of synths and guitars leaking through the heavy door. The air was thick with anticipation and cigarette smoke.

He caught your eye across the room and gave you that crooked smile that made your heart trip.

"Glad you came," he said, voice low, stepping toward you.

You shrugged, pretending not to notice how his shirt clung to his lean frame, damp with sweat.

"We don't have much time," he warned, pulling you into a shadowed corner away from prying eyes.

You leaned close, breath catching as his hand brushed against yours, lingering longer than necessary.

"I've been thinking about you," he admitted quietly.

Your pulse thundered. "Me?"

"Yeah." His gaze locked with yours, intense and vulnerable. "More than just a friend. But I don't know if I can do this and keep everything else — the band, the fame, the... expectations."

You bit your lip. "Maybe it's not about doing everything perfectly. Maybe it's about what's real."

John's eyes darkened with need and something like fear.

He pulled you close, lips barely brushing yours.

"Are you ready for this?" he murmured.

You swallowed hard, the weight of the world outside fading as you nodded.

"Because once I start, I don't think I can stop."

The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as the music pulsed around you — a soundtrack for the fire finally kindling between two people who'd been waiting too long to admit what was already there.

The city was alive with neon and noise, but inside the cramped dressing room backstage at a sold-out show, time felt like it slowed to a crawl.

John sat on the edge of the battered couch, guitar case leaning nearby, fingers tapping nervously on his jeans. You watched him, the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes kept flicking to the door as if waiting for the world to intrude.

"I can't do this," he whispered.

You crossed the room, sitting beside him, your knee brushing his. "Do what?"

"Choose." His voice was raw, cracked with exhaustion. "Between the band, the girls, the spotlight... and you."

You reached out, fingers grazing his hand. "We don't have to figure it all out now. Just start with what we have."

John's eyes searched yours, hungry, conflicted.

A knock on the door snapped you both out of the moment.

"Five minutes!" a voice called.

He stood abruptly, tension snapping taut. Before he left, he pulled you in for a quick, fierce kiss — a promise and a plea.

You watched him disappear behind the curtain, heart pounding, knowing this was just the beginning.

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Shadows and Spotlight Master list

Summary:

In the whirlwind world of 1980s rock stardom, you and John Taylor start as friends-close, easy, unspoken. But as Duran Duran rises to fame, John's life becomes a dizzying blur of spotlight and fleeting romances, leaving you wrestling with a secret truth: your feelings for him run deeper than friendship.

As the band conquers stages around the world, the slow-burning tension between you and John grows impossible to ignore. Between the chaos of fame, the seductive pull of temptation, and the fragility of trust, you navigate a precarious path where every glance, every touch carries the weight of unspoken desire.

Series Warnings: slow-burn, smut (18+), dirty talk, mentions of sex

Chapters:

Chapter 1

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The Best Friends Wedding Masterlist

Series summary: You and Zayn have always been close, but your friendship is strained when Zayn's wedding quickly approaches. Feelings arise, or merely come out of hiding, and both of you don't know what you want. On top of that, You are given the opportunity of a lifetime and consider taking it because you don't think that you could watch the man you love marry someone else.

Series warnings: slow-burn, feelings, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected sex, oral sex (f! receiving)

Chapters:

Chapter 1

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The Best Friends Wedding

Pairing: Zayn Malik x f! reader

Summary: You and Zayn have always been close, but your friendship is strained when Zayn's wedding quickly approaches. Feelings arise, or merely come out of hiding, and both of you don't know what you want. On top of that, You are given the opportunity of a lifetime and consider taking it because you don’t think that you could watch the man you love marry someone else.

Warnings: slow-burn, feelings, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected sex, oral sex (f! receiving)

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I sat in the car, my head on the steering wheel while I contemplated getting out and going into the restaurant, or not. A million things were whirling through my head, but one question kept replaying itself, one that I knew that I could never answer or ever have answered. Why do I feel this way?

You see, inside that restaurant held my best friend and his fiancée. Ugh, I hated that she was that to him, his fiancée. I didn't like the fact that he was engaged, or maybe it was the fact that he was engaged to her.

Don't get me wrong, I wanted him to happy. I wanted him to have everything and more, because I care about him. He's been the only person who has been there for me through everything. He's seen me at my worst and at my best, just like I had seen him. It's just that after his band blew up, I became more protective of the girls he got involved with. I didn't want him to get used, and for some odd reason I felt like she was using him.

It was kind of obvious that she was. Right?

got out of the car, slowly, and walked to the main entrance of the restaurant. There had been a crowd surrounding the entrance, as expected. I made my way around and headed in through the wooden double-doors. The loud sounds of voices and bustling workers filled my ears. I smiled as the receptionist as I gave her the name that the reservations were under.

She grabbed a menu and motioned for me to follow her. I searched through the crowd and I walked right behind her. I spotted his black, styled hair not too far from where we were. I smiled as I saw that he was alone. Thank god.

He got up once we approached the table, pulling me into a hug. "I missed you so much, y/n," he said, before pulling back and smiling at me.

"I missed you too, Zayn!" He pulled out my chair for me, allowing me to sit before he sat back in his rightful spot. The waitress handed me a menu and took my drink order before walking away.

We both spent some time looking over our menus, ordering when the waitress came back with my drink.

"Tell me all about tour! Are you happy to be home?" I asked, sending him a huge smile.

"It was amazing, as always. The crowds were amazing, the venues were huge, and the cities we went to were incredible," he said, emphasizing his words. I smiled at his enthusiasm. I loved that he was doing that he had always dreamt, and talked, about doing. Words cannot describe how happy I was for him.

"You should have come to visit. Perrie went a couple times, you could have come with her!" The sound of her name made me want to roll my eyes, but I didn't.

I kept all my feelings about her in, I didn't want to risk my relationship with him by mouthing off about the girl he loved.

"I wish I could have, but work and school just wouldn't allow it." I fake pouted, making him smile.

"I understand, but its summer now and you don't have school. No excuses are going to be heard about being too busy."

"Ah, but I still have work."

"But I need you there with me to finish off things for the wedding."

Ah, the dreaded wedding. He had asked her to marry him almost two years ago, only time dragged because they were both so busy. But somewhere between his busy schedule, and hers, they found the time to get things together.

"Right. The wedding," I said, sarcasm evident in my voice. I could feel his stare as I took a sip of my drink.

I didn't allow my eyes to meet his, knowing that he's would be questioning.

"Yes, the wedding. I need your help."

"That's what the bride is for. She can handle all of that," I said, luckily the waitress saved me. The food was placed in front of us before she asked if we needed anything else.

Once she was gone, we began to eat. I tried to keep something my mouth, not wanting to talk or say the wrong thing.

"So are you gonna help your best friend out with things?" he asked, sitting back against his chair and patting his food baby.

"Zayn," I said, trailing off. In some ways he knew that I disapproved of the wedding, but the words were never really spoken between the two of us.

"Please, you're the only sane person I can deal with right now."

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious to know what he meant.

"I mean, Perrie's driving me crazy, her family is driving me crazy, the boys and my family are driving me crazy. I can't handle the constant nagging and questioning, and even scolding, from all of them.

You're the only one who seems to have their head on straight at the moment."

"You know you can't just run away from it all, right?" I said, smirking at him. I mean he did get himself into this situation.

"Whatever, Zayn. I'll help you because I love you...

And I don't want you to get killed, because I'm sure your head will be ripped off at some point in the next month," I laughed, joking about how stressful things were going to get. The wedding wasn't for another few months, but soon enough he'll be getting in trouble.

"Thanks for the image. Are you ready to go?" he asked, standing from his chair.

I got up and the both us made our way to the doors, saying our goodbyes, and giving each other hugs. I promised him that I would answer when he needed me.

He left first, leaving me to stand alone and think.

What did I get myself into?

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Elvis Presley & Ann Margaret in Viva Las Vegas (1964)

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It’s August 16th guys.. 💔🕊️

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𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓.

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, ’𝐎𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥; 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥.’ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, ‘𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.’ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬—‘𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬’—𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲, ‘𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫.’” -𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞

“𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝟏𝟗. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞.” -𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫

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ROMAN HOLIDAY IMAGINE

Joe Bradley x Reader (smut)

After a long day exploring Rome and the boat party incident, me and Mr Bradley got to a safe place after the police were coming after me, he doesn’t even know I’m a princess, worried he will see and treat me differently. Once we found a place to sit down, I started shivering, and both of us started jokingly laughing about the situation and without a second it went quiet.

And the proximity of us were so close I could inspect his facial features, before I know it he kissed me passionately the way his plump lips felt against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth like he hasn’t eaten in days. I never kissed a man before it was very unusual given the circumstances but it felt so good I didn’t want to stop.

After what felt like forever we pulled away causing our breaths panting heavily his eyes drifting to my lips trying to control himself. When his plush lips left mine I wanted to kiss him again so bad until he suggested we go back to his apartment, tension filling the air almost immediately, I must admit I have started feeling some sort of way towards him.

The looks and smirks and the way he looks at me, the lingering touches he gives me and the way those gorgeous eyes glare at me with a hint of mischief also with so much love he sends my way causing my stomach to do backflips. Fast forward to now, we finally arrived safely to his apartment now waiting for my clothes to dry off meanwhile putting on his robe he kindly lent me.

After freshening up in his bathroom I step out in his robe, as soon as I saw him his eyes met mine as they drifted up and down admiring the way my curves hugs the gown at all the right places. “Everything Ruined?” he asked smiling at me as he poured me a glass of wine, “no they’ll be dry in a minute” I told him as I clung the robe to my body.

He looks up cocking his eyebrow mischievously, once again that famous smirk appears “suits you. you should always wear my clothes”. “Seems I do” I smiled shyly, his intimidating eyes never leaving mine when I suddenly felt self conscious and drifted my gaze someplace else feeling nervous. It went quiet the tension was back not knowing how to address what happened earlier.

He passed me the glass of wine when his fingers sweat across mine causing jolts of electricity running through my veins, I think he experienced the same thing as he exhaled as he stepped back realising the close proximity once again.

I tried to break the silence suggesting I cook something, “no kitchen, nothing to cook, I always eat out” as he looked briefly around, “you like that?” I questioned, curiosity and confusion written all over my face, “well life isn’t what once likes” he paused for a while “Is it” he said smirking purposely to see what my reaction would be in his deep seductive voice causing my cheeks to redden.

I agreed raising the glass to my lips soon after sitting down his gaze following my every move playfully, when the radio flicks on causing my attention to turn towards it, news reporter giving updates on my so-called illness trying to cover up I ran away.

I stood up turning the radio off trying not to make Mr Bradley suspicious after the earlier encounter we both experienced.

The nerves hitting me suddenly I kindly asked for another glass of wine, apologising for not cooking any dinner. “did you learn how in school” as I told him when we first met I ran away from school (palace) not wanting him to know I’m a princess, my face heats up coming up with an excuse “I’m a good cook, I could learn my living at it. I can sew ,too, and clean a house and iron, I learned to do those things.

I just haven’t had the chance…” I looked down sadly knowing that will never happens due to being the heir for Queen.

I turned around avoiding his stare “looks like I’ll have to move, and get myself a place with a kitchen” hoping I would agree and not go back which broke my heart.. silence filling the air as I turned around agreeing unsurely.

Our eyes not leaving each other, we just stood there staring at each other until I turned around realising I have to leave him.

“I shall have to go now”… I chocked out whilst he had an heartbroken expression written on his face I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore my heart couldn’t take it, I began to walk back into the bathroom when I felt his hand sneak round my waist forcefully pulling me into a hug. My tears dripping onto his shirt that when he kissed me again.

His breath hovering over my ear “y/n” “there’s something I need to tell you” he panted, “no please, nothing” I urgently said as his lips traveled down my neck towards my collarbone down to the swell of by breasts, causing my breath to hitch, a moan slipping out my mouth soon putting a hand over my mouth.

I could feel his smirk on my skin. “Dont be afraid I want to hear all those pretty noises coming out of your mouth darling” gosh that voice just turned me on even more.

His lips reached mine after waiting so impatiently with him teasing, gosh they felt so good the way they devoured mine, his tongue connected with mine causing a groan escaping his mouth.

His veiny hand cupping my face aggressively, as I pushed myself into him more. “Gosh you keep doing that y/n I won’t be able to control myself”

That gave me an idea, my hands traveled down to his crotch palming him for payback when he thought it was funny to tease me, “you’re playing with fire honey” he said moaning. I did it more feeling his cock harden under my touch, that did it for him he lifted me up on his wait carefully placing me on his bed.

“God you’re so gorgeous, let me devour you hm” as he kissed up my thigh itching to the place I need him the most before his face was on mine “are you sure?” Being the gentleman he is obviously aware I was a virgin as I claimed I never been with any men. “I could never be so sure in my life Joe”

With the conformation he needed he continued hooking his fingers on the band of my panties feeling the cold air hit my pussy. I panted quickly feeling the arousal dripping out of me, he didn’t even do much and I was already a mess, gosh what am I gonna be like when he pleasures me.

He chuckled to himself knowing how turned on I was by his, his fingers steadily explored my aching vagina causing me to moan to hard. I never felt this much pleasure, I sometimes used to do stuff like this to myself but it felt so different when a man does it.

His lean fingers circled my clit softly soon enough he got my arousal on his fingers and began to gradually itch them into my weeping hole stretching me out preparing me which was soon to come next. “Oh god yes, Joe that feels so good please don’t stop” I shouted, by now everyone could probably figure out what was going on.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on doing” he smiled up at me.

Two of his fingers curled inside of me hitting my g-spot causing me getting more close to my release. “Joe I think I’m gonna cum”

“Not yet darling, just a little longer I haven’t even felt inside you yet”

His hands unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra releasing my boobs. He stared at them in pure lust, his eyes telling me he isn’t finished just yet, I felt his cock twitch against my leg, groaning at the physical touch I got with just a thin layer of clothing limiting us from what we both desired. He trailed kissed all down my neck, sucking and nibbling no doubt was going to show an evident mark the next day.

“how much longer Mr Bradley, I don’t think I can hold out much longer with you teasing me I need your cock already please, I’ll do anything!” That last line cause his attention his eyebrow raising up, seeing some sort of idea forming in his mind.

“anything hm?” he answered, i nervously nodded not knowing what this was leading to. “get on your knees honey” finally what i was craving for, i slowly unbuttoned his slacks, I wasn’t gonna lie and say im nervous and worried i might not pleasure him right as I’ve never even done this sort of thing.

“um, Mr Bradley I don’t know what to do, I’m afraid I might not pleasure you the way you want” he gazed down at me giving me a gentle smile “don’t worry y/n I’ll guide you through it” once his slacks fell down I then began to slowly dragging down his boxers. His dick springing free forming a lump in my through from the size of it not expecting him to be that big, it’s one thing trying to fit it into my mouth but the size oh him going into me have me confusion and worry.

I gulped as his hand guided my head down I began to lick along the base near his balls all the way to his top swirling my tongue around him, noticing the shiver and gasps he did knowing it was pleasuring him.

“y/n baby your doing so good, ugh keep going I’m so close” i took all of him into my mouth hitting the back of my throat making me gag, the sensation making the hairs on my arm stick up.

Drool forming around my mouth, I could tell he was nearly close due to the way his cock twitched in my mouth, just to put him over the edge I massaged his balls that’s when it happened his cum filled my mouth the sweet taste hitting my tastebuds.

“Swallow” he ordered, I did what he said and swallowed the mouthful he produced, “open your mouth y/n I need to see you have swallowed it” I proved to him making his brush his thumb along my lips carefully.

“Mr Bradley I need to feel you” in no hesitation he grabbed my legs positioning himself between them “okay this is gonna hurt for a minute honey” he warned me, worry noticed in his voice. I smiled at him trying to ease him. He inched his way inside me, a stinging sensation forming wincing as he wasn’t even halfway in yet.

Soon the pain turned into pleasure and I begin to relax around him “keep going I no longer feel any pain” I battled my eyes at him. He started pounding into me faster, the headboard bashing against the wall. I moaned the feeling I’ve been craving for rising to the surface, my climax was coming it felt so unusual like the butterflies in my core wouldn’t stop.

His thrusts was getting slower, hinting he was close. After minutes passed he released inside of me getting to his climax, climbing following not long after while he collapsed beside me panting heavily.

“wow Mr Bradley that truly was something I may never forget” while my head was resting on his chest, combing my fingers through his hair.

Reality hit like a wave, I have no choice but to leave I’ve been gone long enough. I didn’t want to leave him but sadly as my duty of a princess it leaves me no choice..

“Mr Bradly.. i- I’m afraid I must go,” the room went quiet sensing the sadness he must be feeling. “O-okay y/n can I at least just hold you in my arms a little longer” I smiled softly, nodding.

Soon later we both sat beside each other in the car, not saying one word to each other, I didn’t know quite what to say other than ‘by the way I’m probably never going to see you again..”

“Stop at the next corner please.” I told him suddenly. “Okay” he agreed, we sat in silence before I said “I have to leave you now”, looking down at my lap fidgeting with my fingers.

“I’m going to that corner there and turn..” “you must stay in the car and drive away, promise not to watch me go beyond the corner” I told him pleadingly. “Just drive away and leave me, as I leave you”…

“All right” he sighed furrowing his brows, it’s obvious he’s been dreading this moment since we first very met, same for me I didn’t want to let him go. “I don’t know how to say goodbye..” “I can’t think of any words” the tears I’ve been holding in came bursting out. “Don’t try”

We both looked over at each other those emotions rose to the surface as we both collapsed into each other suddenly, holding onto each other, him gripping me tightly savouring every last second he could.

He kissed my ear slowly finally pulling me into one last kiss, it was so passionate it felt so quick I could kiss him for an eternity, soon after he was kissing my cheek and jaw.. my head falling onto his shoulder while tears were streaming down my face hiding my face in shirt.

He stroked my head as I lifted mine looking beyond that dreaded corner, taking deep breaths while he was admiring me trying his best to hold back his own tears. I looked back at him, lips trembling he just smiling sadly tear sticking his own eyes.

I got out the car not looking back because I know if I will I would only just end up running back, so it would be easier not to glance back. Quickly jogging away…

I sat in my room looking out the window up at the stars, I missed him oh how I missed him dearly. I’m already yearning for him.

Back at Mr Bradley’s apartment he just sat in silence sadly. But he knows he’s going to see me tomorrow as he was part of the news. I however are not aware of this.

Morning came and it was time for the press conference, getting prepared maids doing my hair, makeup, dress. I took a deep breath and walked out met with the press and news agents.

Seconds later my gaze eventually met his, I felt a little betrayed he never even bothered to admit to me he was part of an news agency.. I felt nervous as I sink into the chair sitting down, as he must of already knew that I’m a princess. I answered a few questions one person asked me what I think about public relations, “I have every faith in it.” I paused locking eyes with Mr Bradley, “As I do in relations between people.” I smirked towards him, getting the same reaction from himself.

That’s when HE asked me something..

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Gregory peck in ‘Spellbound’ (1945) with Ingrid Bergman.