#I absolutely fucking hate having these conversations with them because they always pull the 'we raised you in privilege' card

[silvermoon424]

The way I just argued with my parents about how when people say "eat the rich" and advocate overthrowing billionaires they're not talking about my dad, a sanitation sales manager who makes like 150k a year 😭

Like obviously my family is very comfortable and well-off but I had to remind them that they're not in the same category as CEOs who make 15 million dollars a year. Like please you have so much more in common with the average worker than fucking Elon Musk 😭

[mywritersmind]

LOOKING GOOD - LN4

summary : fewtrell!reader <3 her brother leaves her alone with lando for less than five minutes and she manages to make her childhood friend blush.

listen up : no warnings!! a small blurb to get me back into writing bc i stopped for a day and am now lost.

word count : 634

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My brother doesn’t usually annoy me this much, but today he’s really making me angry. He said we would have a brother-sister day (aka we go out for lunch and shit talk while he pays) but I’m standing in a studio instead.

He’s talking to Lando who’s having photos done for a new LN4 drop or something. I check my phone again but am soon looking up again when I realize Lando and Max are now standing in front of me

“I’m gonna go change!” he throws me a hoodie, “I told you i’d get you free shit!” Max walks away as I eye the hoodie.

It’s the same dark green that Lando has on, but mine has a 4 on the chest and various little patches on the arms. I raise a brow at him but he talks first.

“Thought you’d like that one. You look good wearing my number.” I suck in a breath at his flirtatious tone. He’s got a mischievous smirk painted on his face as I rest my hands on the jacket.

“Did you do this to make up for not having the frat boy life you were destined for?” His smile doesn’t falter, just sits down next to me and rests his arm around the back of my chair.

“Sorry I've stolen Max away, today.” I can feel his fingers tap against the chair.

I sigh and shrug, “I get it. Best friend over his loving, stunning, iconic, caring, younger sister.”

Lando laughs a bit, turning his head away. When he does, it makes me realize I haven’t heard him laugh in a while. In fact, I haven’t seen him for months.

His tan is the same which is ridiculous and I fight the urge to ask him if he spray tans. But as my eyes catch on his hair, I swallow.

His curls are defined and cut into a mullet. I’ve always thought I hated them until I saw Lando’s haircut. He’s got his usual bracelets on and when I’m looking at them I get distracted by his hands.

Sometimes it’s really hard to ignore the fact that this man is the same absolute nerd I grew up with. He and my brother used to terrorize me and now Lando’s words are more teasing if anything.

I know he likes the way we talk because everytime I see him, he willingly starts a conversation with me even though I take every chance to bully him.

He blinks and my gaze is pulled back to my lashes, then his eyes. Fuck, those eyes. They’ve always been my favorite part of Lando’s appearance. Is that weird?

You could argue that they’re brown in the dark, but as soon as the sun hits you realize that they’re not specifically one thing.

Right now they look green as ever, the color in his hoodie bringing it out. I don’t realize he’s looking at me until he blinks again.

“Look,” Lando sighs, “If you’re gonna make a jab at how I have my name embroidered on my hoodie-” I let out a small scoff and he stops. “What?”

“I was gonna say you look really good.” I say simply as his jaw basically drops.

I think I've finally found a way to silence Lando Norris, and get his cheeks pink.

Max walks back in, his new Lando swag on display as I stand.

“I’m gonna wait in the car.” I smile at him and as I walk past my brother, I look back to Lando. “Thanks for the hoodie, Norris.”

He’s watching me walk away, a confused look still on his face. I bring my hand up and wiggle my fingers at him. I hear my brother start to yap loudly as the corner of Lando’s mouth quirks.

[poetsblvd]

LOVER BOY ꪆৎ MV1

He grunts pushing open the door to the holiday home he’s rented for both of you, arms laden with heavy bags from his shopping spree for you.

Hermès, Cartier, Chanel, Van Cleef, APM Monaco, you name it he’s got it.

He drops the purchases on the couch and sighs, fuck he’s definitely going to have to make another trip down for the rest of the bags.

Many wouldn’t think of him to be the type to spoil his girlfriend, and while he takes great offence to that statement he somewhat understands where they come from.

He hasn’t quite had long or serious enough relationships for him to grow attached to and dote on his girl, but it’s very different with you.

He’s the first guy you’ve ever been with, at ripe age of twenty-two now and having only dated him for a year, he thinks it incredibly important to spoil you.

You’re everything to him, and he wants you to know exactly how a beautiful, kind and loving woman like you should be treated.

Because god forbid anything ever happen to peel you away from him, he wants you to know that you deserve only the best, because you are the best there is.

And it’s not only materialistic spoiling, oh no no no, you have to be treated well from absolutely all angles.

Including very bare minimum actions that make you feel special, holding the door open for you, never letting you walk on the dangerous side of the road, getting you flowers every week, always listening and giving you his full attention and input during conversations, etc etc.

He doesn’t get to do this nearly as often with both of you living in different countries and having extremely busy work schedules.

So the chances that he does get to spoil you with all he has, he snatches the opportunity greedily like a toddler with candy.

Today was supposed very normal day of vacation, the first week of summer break that you and Max were very lucky to spend together in St Tropez.

Waking up in the morning however and kissing your face silly, he deemed you too beautiful to not have a day for yourself, a very general excuse to simply spoil you and make you happy.

So with a few texts here and there, he dropped you off at the spa to rejuvenate, relax and pamper up for a cute little date night.

Without letting it drop that he was going to buy you a gift, or a hundred.

Bringing him to where he is now.

He arranges the bags neatly in the living room, running back to the driveway and pulling out the final gifts, a stunning Versace gown and your favourite Manolo Blahnik heels for the dinner he has planned.

He runs back in just in time for your cab to roll through, as you smile and wave to the driver.

He struggles for a moment, wondering how to position himself casually, should he lie down? No that’s weird.

Lean on the door? Far too Troy Bolton for him.

Position himself sexily on the presents? Absolutely not you’d laugh too hard and never let him live it down.

“Maaaaax! I’m hoome!” Your greeting has him smiling and he finds himself making long strides to pull you into his arms.

“Hello my love.” He breathes in the flowery scent of your perfume and the softness of your skin. “You look stunning, how do you feel?”

He finds himself momentarily in awe of your smile and nods, impressed when you shove your hands in front of his face showing him the nails you’d decided upon.

“They’re very pretty baby, I really like the blue flowers on them!” He winks at you, pulling your nails closer to his face.

“Really? I’m so glad! The lady over there kept telling me that I should do ombré, and I didn’t know how to tell her that I really hated designs like that, so we finally agreed on— Max!” You gasp, stopping in between your story telling.

“What?” He shrugs innocently.

You gape at the living room filled with shopping bags of varying sizes and colours, shock marring your face. “Oh Max, again?”

His brows furrow. “What do you mean again?”

“I mean, you practically bought me the entirety of Hermès a few months ago? Why on earth would you spend so much money on me again?”

“Five months ago darling!” He leads you to the sofa, kissing your knuckles, and handing you a tiffany blue box.

“I’ve been slacking! And what do you mean on you? What else would I ever spend my money on? it’s yours anyways, everything of mine is yours, especially me.” He settles down cross legged by your feet and keeps pulling boxes and bags towards you.

Placing a hand on his cheek you smile “You really don’t have to do this, I’ve told you so many times I just want you.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want too.” He grips your hand on his cheek and kisses your fingertips.

“I love you.”

“I know, I love you more.” He smiles, squeezing your knee and nodding at you to open your presents.

“Now come on! Gimme a fashion show, I planned this with just enough time before our dinner. I got you these new shoes, oh! And a dress for tonight, but you’re gonna have to choose between this tennis necklace or this Juste un Clou necklace, I liked both so I got you both.”

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love note , ugh this made me feel very single and think of very unreal expectations from men!! thank you for requesting and i hope you liked this <3

[jirsungs]

ep 17: i missed you (too)

word count: 3.1k

You join Jisung in the kitchen and when he sees you arrive, he hops off the counter before he can look at your choice of outfit for the evening. 

But when he does, he wishes he could rewind the moment you walked in so he can pay more attention because holy fuck. Those words were the only coherent thing he could pull out of his brain, but he didn’t blame himself for the mental trouble, because seriously, holy fuck.

Lord, he wishes that no one else has seen you in this black strapless midi dress, which he’s 80% sure is from Kukombo, he remembered you and Ning raving about it a couple of weeks back. Your hair perfectly dolled up, just like the first time he saw you, with your pearl necklace layered by your Tiffany & Co. Infinity Pendant necklace sitting pretty on your collarbone.

He recalls you gushing about how much you love layering jewelry pieces together or how complete it makes you feel on the first night you hung out alone. He also remembers you telling him that the Tiffany & Co. necklace you’re wearing now was bought with Renjun’s card after you begged him on your birthday. 

“You look pretty.” Jisung blurts out before his brain can process that those words actually left his mouth.

His compliment makes you smile. “Thank you.”

Should I have said more? Was that not enough? She looks absolutely gorgeous, but if I say that, I might come off desperate and I am not desperate. Wait. Am I?

Pfft, no, of course not.

He shakes out of his mental dilemma when he hears you talk again, “You too—I mean, you look good.”

Despite you seeing him blush in front of you and mumble a “thank you”, his physical appearance did not match. An awkward guy dressed in his black graphic t-shirt and gray denim baggy jeans. To everyone else, he was seen as a stern, quiet dude who stayed close to his friends and played drums weekly, but to you? He was anything but stern or quiet.

“What’s with us always meeting in kitchens?” You try to joke, your horrible attempt to ease the weird tension in the air.

It was a pretty bad joke, if you could even call it one, but at least, you know that there will be someone who laughs at anything you say. And that’s Jisung. “Right? I guess it’s the place where we’re just destined to be together. We first met in Karina’s kitchen, then had our first interaction after Karina’s party in Johnny’s kitchen—”

“One horrible interaction.” You both wince at the immature memory. 

“Yep, it was pretty bad… But now, you’re here with me in Chenle’s kitchen after… ghosting me for two weeks.”

An awkward laugh escapes your mouth, not knowing what to say now that the air suddenly grew uncomfortable. Fortunately for you, Jisung doesn’t notice and is instead embarrassed by himself.

“Sorry, I said kitchen too many times. That was–it sounded weird.”

It’s been two weeks without him and yet somehow, he still holds the power of making it impossible for you to be mad at him. You hate that you always find his awkwardness endearing.

“You’re fine, Ji. In fact, it didn’t sound weird to me at all.” You reassuringly smile, nudging his side.

And that one overused nickname he's heard from multiple different people sounded the prettiest when it came from you. A light switched in him and the next thing you know, Jisung's ranting about Rockway's past gig to Jeno breaking their blender after attempting to make a blueberry banana smoothie for him before their workout at the gym.

Your friends come over once they spot you two in the kitchen corner together, cutting your conversation short. Suddenly, you’re in the arms of Ning and Haechan, engulfing you in a hug while Jisung is kept occupied in conversation with Renjun, Mark, and Jaemin. 

Soon after, your interactions die down with Ning and Haechan accompanying each other to go dance and the three guys who busied Jisung left due to Chenle pulling them away for a game of beer pong. 

Chenle was successful in dragging Jaemin and Renjun while Mark followed suit. But as Mark was about to leave, he stopped to offer Jisung a spot to join, which you encouraged, since Rockway usually boasts about how skilled he is at the game. But he turned down his friend’s offer with a shake of his head. 

You guess Jisung made a signal to the clueless guitarist because Mark says no more, glancing between you and him before letting out an “Ohhh…” He winks at the guy next to you, who you see grow more flustered by the minute, and exits out of the kitchen.

Jisung finally lets go of the breath you didn’t realize he was holding onto for so long and you’re left alone together once more.

The quiet gives Jisung the perfect opportunity to continue catching up with you. You’re not even thirty minutes into the conversation when it gets interrupted again, this time by Yeonjun and Jeno whining about their loss in beer pong. And after multiple pleas from them, they were finally able to pull the beloved drummer boy away from your side.

“I’ll be right back after this, I promise.” Jisung gives you one last pouty look before the guys tug him by the arms. 

“Yeah yeah, don’t get clingy, lover boy.” Yeonjun chirps out as he and Jeno drag him away, the latter following up with a, “We’ll take good care of him, Y/N!”

Your eyes follow the three guys, they join the crowded table that has multiple red solo cups set on either side, and you take notice of how Jisung radiates a whole new light when he’s surrounded by his bandmates, along with your friends. You adored that you all became such a tight-knit group so quickly. It’s nice. Well, sometimes. Haechan and Mark currently screaming over one another is one of the reasons why you say “sometimes.”

“You guys already have Yeonjun! Let us have Jisunggg!” Haechan whines. 

Mark lets out a humorless laugh, “What’re you talking about? Renjun clearly made y’all win last game!”

Your eyes shift over to Jisung, who’s covering his ears at the noise. It makes you laugh under your breath.

Luckily, the argument between Haechan and Mark didn’t last long because the next time you looked over, they were already concentrating on their game. Shotaro, a mutual friend of Rockway’s, was focusing his aim on the cup. 

While Jisung is playing beer pong with the others, you’re left alone, feeling peaceful as you watch the party around you. But to your dismay, your content mood turns sour when you see Jaeyun, your ex-situationship, walk over.

“Y/N alone at a party? That’s a new one.” He snickers, pouring himself a cup of the cheap beer.

You watch him take a sip and scowl. “What are you doing here?” 

“It’s an open-invite party, pretty face. You know I never skip out on these.”

“You’re not even friends with Chenle, or anyone here, for that matter.”

Jaeyun takes another sip of his drink, “Eh, so what? Again,” He lowers himself to directly meet your eyes, “It’s a free party.”

He disgusts you.

Once Jisung takes his turn throwing the small ping-pong ball towards the cup and it lands inside, as expected, his teammates Jeno, Mark, Yeonjun, and Wonbin cheer and hype the drummer up at his performance. 

As Jisung glances between the four guys surrounding him, he sees you accompanied by someone in the background. His friends don’t notice him moving to the back of them as their attention is set on Jeno already being pushed to the front for his turn.

His eyes widen when he realizes who's talking to you. Jaeyun. The one guy you told him about on your first hangout together when he was curious about your past. He’s glad you didn’t hide yourself away from him when he asked because now, he knows that the guy is nothing but a lovebombing asswipe. But what he isn’t so thrilled about is the fact that he shares a class with the guy, let alone the same major. 

You’re uneasy, he can tell. It’s painful to watch. And he’s sure your feeling gets worse once he sees you grow visibly stiff when a girl comes over and kisses Jaeyun on the cheek.

Insecure isn’t typically a word Jisung would use to describe himself. He sometimes becomes doubtful of himself, sure, but insecure isn’t a word that would be in his pile of descriptions. Plus, he knows he's on your mind every second of every day, and that was more than enough assurance for him. 

But Jaeyun intimidated the hell out of him, he knew this, despite being a few months older than him, Jaeyun was bulkier and he was aware that his looks could kill, he guessed that’s how he got you gripped on him at one point in your life. However, that still didn’t stop him from excusing himself from his friends, lying to them that he needed to go to the bathroom.

Surprisingly, his friends paid no attention to his departure with how engrossed they were in their game, making it easier for him to rush to the kitchen. 

You’re too busy tolerating Jaeyun and his next fling’s drained conversation they were having with you, to notice him walk in. That is until you feel a presence beside you and an arm wrapped around your waist, leading you to look up at the culprit and see Jisung. It was new seeing him touch you so comfortably like this, or be possessive either. You weren’t complaining though, it was definitely something you could get used to.

But the said man doesn’t have time to make eye contact with you because all he’s focused on is his main goal here, and that’s for Jaeyun to get out of your goddamn face.

“Sim, you’re not making her uncomfortable, are you?”

What is he doing? You think. Jaeyun letting out a low whistle and opening his obnoxious mouth again doesn’t allow you to dwell on it.

“Wow, Y/N, I didn’t think you were into,” He eyes Jisung up and down unimpressed, “lousy playing drummer boys all that much.”

Oh God.

You feel Jisung’s arm around you tense up, “What did you just say?”

Jaeyun only snickers. You watch Woona, his new fling who you, unfortunately, remember the name of cling onto him tighter. You roll your eyes at the action.

“I mean, as far as I remember, you were better than picking underground losers off the low-paying nightclubs his band plays at.”

You scoff. It was obvious he knew nothing about Jisung, Rockway, or any of their successes, “You’re full of shit, Jaeyun.”

Your ex-situationship couldn’t care less about what you said because once he sees Jisung’s fuming face slightly falter, he knows he got him. So he continues, “Jisung, I’m warning you now, man. You better find a better chick 'cause all you got right now is some bitch who’ll whore around for anyone with a dick attached—”

Everything happens in a blink of an eye. You seriously don’t know how.

One moment Jisung’s arm is wrapped around your body then the next, he and Jaeyun are on the kitchen floor while Jisung lunges at him right away, giving Jaeyun barely time to react before his fist crashes down on him. The connection to Jaeyun’s jaw creates a painful crunch that echoes across the room, resulting in some partygoers reacting to the scene.

Your expression never changes as you watch in disbelief at the whole thing, Woona instantly screaming and trying to push Jisung off. It doesn’t work though, she falls over when Jaeyun attempts to regain himself, bouncing back a punch that has Jisung’s head taking a hit to the side. But Jisung rapidly returns his attention. Regaining control of his fist, he delivers another vicious blow to Jaeyun’s face, then follows with another, and another, and by the next punch, he finds himself losing control.

The number of punches he’s thrown, Jisung stays unaware of it, and frankly, he doesn’t give a shit about it. He continues to stay unaware even when people’s arms are grasping him from behind to force him from the wounded Jaeyun.

“Jisung, what the fuck is wrong with you?” It isn’t until Haechan’s distressed voice snaps him out of his daze, that he finally notices Jaeyun being helped up by Yuta and Jungwoo.

He observes Jaeyun’s bleeding lip and bruised face and finds no remorse in his heart. Throwing punches at the guy isn’t the worst thing he could’ve done, he knew that Jaeyun knew he deserved it too.

Instead of answering Haechan and the others as their worries talk over one another, his breath remains raggedy when he takes a glance over at you, you didn’t move from the spot, your hand over your chest as you’re heaving, trying to recollect yourself from what just happened. His gaze is fixated on you while your eyes shift between Jaeyun and Woona, who’s giving you the worst side eye known to man. 

Jisung guesses he didn’t hit Jaeyun hard enough, because he dares to open his mouth again. His voice raspy and taunting, “Shit, you’re lucky your band came to the rescue ‘cause I would’ve ripped you apart.”

“You never shut your mouth, do y—” It was stupid, Jisung knew it was, but it still had him attempting to pounce forward in the grasp of his friends but they swiftly pulled him back, making loud protests.

With all the voices that rang throughout the room, Chenle’s was the only one that caught Jisung’s attention, seeing his best friend angry was a usual thing, just not like this, “Ji, if you don’t wanna calm yourself down, take this shit outside.”

“Fine.” The younger’s eyes soften as he looks between Haechan and Jaemin who are currently holding him, “Let go of me.”

Haechan arches his brow at him, unsure of whether to trust Jisung or if he'll start something when he’s freed, but the two exchange a look before letting him go.

And just like that, Jisung storms out of the kitchen, paying no mind to Jaeyun who tries to reach for him. He exits Chenle’s apartment, and you immediately follow after him. 

Your hurried steps make contact with the concrete sidewalk as you reach outside of the house, trying to walk faster to match his pace. The cold air quickly reaches your body, making you rub your arms in hopes of warming up. 

When you’re walking close behind him, you speak up, “Jisung, I can’t believe you just did that! That whole thing was unnecessary, I don’t even know why you decided to get yourself hurt over someone as stupid as Jaeyun!” Your words coming out as a scold.

His abrupt stop in his tread almost makes you bump into him, but he turns himself around and faces you. He lashes out. “Unnecessary? My ass, it was unnecessary! I couldn't stand hearing him talk about you like that, especially when he's the one who treated you like garbage.”

Confused at his sudden outburst, you lash back, “Jisung, why did you do that?”

Jisung releases a deep breath, “Y/N, I did it because…” He can’t dare to look at you, so he glances up at the night sky instead. "Geez..."

You grow angrier seeing his focus not on you, “What, Jisung? What?”

“Fuck, because I like you, you idiot! Can’t you see that?” Your eyes slightly widen and you swallow the next agitated remark resting on your tongue. With you now becoming quiet, he allows himself to slowly calm down, “Look… I know I'm not the best with words, we know that. But these whole two weeks of me waiting by the phone just for one single text from you confused the hell outta me. I mean, at one point, you're hating me, and then I'm hating you, to us being friends, now to whatever this is.” He motions his hands between the two of you in a stressed manner.

Still. You can’t believe your ears, so you dumbly ask, “You what?”

He’s calmed down by this point, looking like an ashamed puppy, “I like you, Y/N. I really really like you.”

“And what makes you think I didn't feel the same?” Now it's Jisung's turn to be confused, his lost eyes being nothing but cute to you. Even beaten up, he was adorable. You sigh, “I like you too, stupid.” 

“Oh, thank God.” 

In a flash, his head is tilted down to match your height, and he leans in, his hands reaching for your jaw. Then, his lips meet yours. His fingers keep their place on your jaw, gentle and scared to move down. Finally, he thinks. Expecting you to pull away, he’s surprised when you kiss him back, your hands gripped on his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Fireworks weren’t going off, but your heart sure felt like they were.

You never thought your first kiss with Jisung would be like this, desperate and full of want. But you don’t care, he longed for this, and so did you. 

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. He circles your waist with both arms, before he speaks, his breath still heavy, “I know that you told me you always wished for a fairytale kiss, but I couldn’t help it anymore. So, uh, I hope that kinda made up for it?”

He just kissed you and he’s awkward?

You affectionately smile, “It made up for it, Ji. Really.” You loop your arms around his neck. “Now is this a bad time to apologize for how stupid it was to ghost you or…?”   

He chuckles, “You’re cute.” You pout and mumble a “shut up” before he continues, “But yes, it is. I mean, I already forgave you the moment you came over. I’m kinda hurt you didn’t realize that.”

His fake frown leads you to remove one arm from his neck and smack his chest, “I can’t read between the lines!” 

“My bad, my bad. That was my fault for thinking so.”

You hmph, both of your arms taken off his neck for you to cross them instead, “Thank you.”

Jisung thinks your attitude is adorable, and he can’t even be mad at you. Especially with you finally in his arms again after yearning for you for three months, it made everything worth it.

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[justmeinatree]

04 - How Good We Have It Though

Summary : part 4 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, double penetration, creampie, choking, pussy slapping, subspace

Word Count : 4.5k

GIFs : unknown - msg for credit

it was a fluke really. you don’t remember the last time you had the confidence to blurt out that you clearly wanted sex. with your best friend, no less. but also to just have the guts to lay it all out on the table. 

it must have been the weed. at least, that’s what you’ll blame it on later if they ask. either way, you don’t think they’ll be too hung up on it. especially since they currently both have their cocks nestled tightly into your cunt.

“so, do we have to wait for some kind of event ?” you blurted out earlier that night, curled up with niall on the couch, louis sitting sideways on the armchair, legs thrown over the side. 

you’d started noticing a few weeks ago that your joint smoking sessions had gotten much more frequent. almost as if the three of you were just looking for an excuse to be in the same room, probably in a pointless attempt to see if anything would happen. truthfully, you were all too scared to make the first move. 

but you were absolutely over it, and honestly the entire thing was just getting stupid. so you used the courage, or more like lack of care to anyone’s reaction, thanks to the second joint you were smoking, to speak up.

“what are you talking about ?” niall asks, eyebrows furrowing slightly, leaning his head against yours, still in a cuddle.

“to fuck,” you explain pointedly, “the three of us. do we really need some kind of event ?” 

niall and louis exchange glances, something you can tell is happening, even from the crook of niall’s neck. so you pull away from him, sitting yourself comfortably to face them both. 

“can’t we ?” you ask softly, looking over them. “we all love it, right ? we’ve all said so time and time again.”

“yeah,” louis’ quick to jump in, nodding, “s’the best really,” he agrees, looking over at niall’s expression, not wanting to cross any sort of line with him.

“you gotta know i love it,” niall laughs, nodding towards louis, “only one that can make me cum when m’drunk apparently.”

“bad luck for the irish man, innit ?” louis chuckles, shaking his head and taking a big breathy sigh, adding more seriously, “feel like there’s gotta be some rules now.” because he’s not exactly that naive. as much as he can tell himself that there’s nothing better. that you two love him just the same. always have. that you’re all in this for a good time. at the end of the day, louis is the outsider in this agreement. he’s not the one that gets to call either you nor niall, his. 

niall looks over at you, having a silent conversation with your eyes, niall speaking up, “if we’re including louis, s’only when we’re all here. one on one feels like crossing a line.”

you nod, reaching for niall’s hand, giving it a squeeze, and pecking his lips, louis adding, “that’s fair, don’t wanna be fucking up anyone’s relationship.” and it’s true. he’d absolutely hate himself if he was the cause for any trust issues between you and niall. or worse, the cause of a failed relationship/friendship.

“can i-“ you cut yourself off, sighing, “look, what happens between us, stays between us right ?” you ask. “i mean like, we can totally trust each other.”

“course petal,” niall coos, giving your thigh a squeeze, looking over your face, trying to figure out where you’re going with this. because not once, in the decade you’d been dating, have you ever mentioned any lack of trust.

“you know you can trust me, lovely,” louis hums, “where’s this coming from ?”

“no,” you furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head, because they got it all wrong, “m’not talking about me. look, you both have talked with me. and truth is, you both feel the exact same way about what we do and how it makes you feel.”

and with that, the energy in the room shifts. like all the air around you has just gotten incredibly heavy. like a balloon being pushed to its limits, waiting for the pressure to make it all pop.

a moment later, louis lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head playfully, “christ, really gonna back us into that corner ?”

“it had to be said,” you shrug, looking between them innocently. you didn’t want to ruffle feathers, or make anyone uncomfortable. not that there was really any reason to be. but, that truthfully wasn’t your intention. if this was going to work, you all had to be honest with each other. open about feelings and such. “you both need to understand that it’s okay. of course it feels good. it’s supposed to feel good. and i know it may be a bit weird to cross this line. but, it’s okay. you really don’t have to hide it from each other.”

then louis got up from his chair, and waltzed over to plant the hardest, hottest kiss you’d ever been privy to witness, smack on niall’s lips. a moment later, as niall gives in, his hands reached out to grip into louis’ shirt, tugging him closer. 

it was followed by a mess of clothes being strewn about the house, limbs tangled together and stumbling up the stairs, foregoing the convenience of the couch for the comfort and spacing of niall’s bed.

the air around you was thick with lust, want, need. and it took over the blurriness of it all, as you all settled into each other, hands roaming bodies, tongues licking heated skin, teeth nipping, mouths sucking, it was all a whirlwind in your mind, too much to focus on properly.

but now, with your hips straddling louis’, his prick nestled deep inside you, you could feel niall’s length bobbing against your bum from behind you. “m’not prepped,” you murmur, your head tipping back against niall’s shoulder, your body stretched, exposed to louis’ wandering eyes.

niall’s hands fall on your breasts, softly kneading your skin, avoiding your nipples entirely as a form of teasing, “m’not going there,” he hums against your ear, loud enough for louis to hear as well. “wanna feel both of you tonight,” he adds, eyes looking over your body to catch louis’, as the tip of his member slides lower, resting against your heat and the base of louis’ cock. “got room for one more in there ?”

“always for you,” you keen, muscles relaxing comfortably, as niall’s fingertips leave your breasts, gliding down your tummy, stopping to swirl around your bellybutton, slowly dipping down over your mound, towards your clit.

“always so wet,” niall mewls, his mouth instantly attaching to your neck, his body taking over.

“she’s fuckin soaked, mate. you’ll slide right in,” louis breathes, making a quick groan rumble from niall’s chest, tickling the skin on your neck, as his fingers pick up the pace, rubbing over your sensitive button softly but with purpose, distracting you from the slight pained stretch of his cock joining louis’.

you hiss, breath cut off from your lungs, as your pussy gives way, the tip of niall’s cock breaching your centre. and just as louis said, his dick glides right in, eliciting a loud moan from you, louis’ eyes rolling back, head falling to your chest. 

his tongue darts out, licking your nipple into his mouth, almost purring around it. instinctively, his hands leave your hips, one of them smoothing up your side, gripping your shoulder from behind, the other wrapping its way around niall’s hips, pulling you all flush together, smothering you in a louis/niall sandwich.

“can feel your cock so fuckin well,” niall groans, rolling his hips experimentally for the first time since being smooshed inside you. “fuck,” he murmurs to himself, rutting into you with more purpose, “fuck, your prick feels so fuckin good in there, louis.”

“christ, you’ve got to learn to shut up,” louis growls, his head lifting from your chest, lips smothering niall’s in a desperately heated kiss. 

with your head leaned back against niall’s shoulder, you peer up at them, hearing their soft mewls and deep grunts, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the most gorgeous view before you. with louis’ neck stretched, your mouth reaches forward to trail soft kisses against his stubbly skin, feeling the bob of his throat as he swallows down niall’s moan. 

as niall’s brain catches up to louis’ words, his eyebrows furrow momentarily, biting into louis’ lip to slow the kiss, “fuck are you on about ?” niall hums into his mouth.

“when you talk,” louis admits, lips ghosting over niall’s as he speaks, “get me so fuckin worked up,” he explains, hand reaching up to grip into the nape of his mate’s neck, fingers tangling with niall’s soft hair, pressing their mouths together again. 

you feel your skin getting increasingly prickly, listening to them talk, the way they speak to each other, the way their bodies react without much realization on either of their parts. how niall’s cock gave a particularly hard thrust at louis’ revelation. 

“tell him,” you murmur breathily, head tipping back against niall’s neck again. “tell him what gets you worked up.”

“feeling you,” niall sighs without much thought, any concerns washed away the moment your little conversation happened earlier. “knowing it’s you. i don’t know. just fuck, feeling you.”

“s’that so ?” louis hums around a smirk, ecstatic to find out he’s not the only one with a weakness, something he’s definitely going to use to his advantage now. right now, apparently, as his hips roll in a way that lines up his prick with your sweet spot, while also gliding along niall’s entire length. 

you breathe around a moan, your body falling forward towards louis’ once again, elbows resting on his shoulders for support, hands tangling into his soft hair, mouth colliding with his. 

at the same time, niall’s hands instinctually reach forward, nails leaving indents into louis’ skin, gripped on his hips, “fuckin christ lou, gonna make me cum like that.”

louis smirks against your lips, rolling his hips in the same way, feeling the tremble work its way through your body, niall’s grip tightening as groans rumble from his chest, eyes rolling back, breathy moans echoing through the bedroom.

“looks like m’getting both of you, hmm ?” louis mumbles, continuing his rhythm, enthralled by both of your reactions, egging him on to just keep going.

you bite into louis’ lip, whimpering louder, the fullness of their cocks, the constant bumping into your sweet spot, your skin’s prickling fiery heat, fuck you were going to cum too if he kept this up.

before you quite had the chance,  thanks to a particularly slow, purposeful thrust, rolling louis’ cock against niall’s, tip catching on the head of his member, niall’s muscles seemingly crumbling, gasping, “christ, gonna make me cum louis. fuck.” 

louis hadn’t really planned on doing it again, but the way niall just spoke, the desperation, the pleasure, the rawness seeping from his voice, he couldn’t help it. it just happened. and niall was cumming.

“fuck, yes. like that louis, just fucking like that-“ niall cuts himself off, gasping for air, as he literally feels the spasming of louis’ cock, bursts of hot cum joining his, filling you up more than you ever knew possible. and it was a fucking mess. 

you were so full, so fucking full, dripping down onto louis’ thighs, the moment you’d just been privy to, playing like a tape in your mind, with the mix of their pants, their grunts in your ears, and their touches and their small ruts and the final little blurbs of cum, and christ it was so fucking good.

your cunt clamps down on their members, a body wretching shiver running through you, whiny moan bubbling from your lips, your head falling back to niall’s shoulder, body stretched, limp, exposed.

it was so fucking much. your head was already fuzzy, your body was already overheated, your cunt was already spasming so hard. and now everything was tenfold. you were panting to catch your breath, louis’ hands tracing soothing patterns on your thighs, niall’s fingers gliding all over your body, your arms, your chest, your breasts, your stomach. he knew. he always knew. christ you loved him. 

it was far from the first time that you were slipping into subspace, something that niall was now expert in. something that made you infinitely more comfortable doing so. knowing wholeheartedly that you were taken care of. that you were safe. 

and on the other hand, knowing exactly what makes you tick. knowing exactly how to keep you floaty, how to make you feel incredible, how to push you to your limit without crossing any sort of line.

you were so relaxed, so blissful, their fingers gliding deliciously, softly, random patterns, working you down until your breathing had returned to normal. as normal as it could be with two cocks still stuffed deep inside you. although not as hard as they once were.

“you ever going to admit that watching us together gets to you ?” louis hums quietly, not wanting to startle you, but needing an answer anyway. especially considering the secrets you forced out earlier. it’s a pattern he’d noticed, and he was ready for you to admit it.

you hum, a smile gracing your lips, nodding as you bite your lip, “mhmm, s’so fucking good. i’m so lucky. so fucking lucky.”

louis’ hands leave your hips, roaming up your sides, swirling around your breasts, watching the shiver follow along with his touches, fingers finally closing around your nipples, pulling on them, forcing you to lift your body from its perch against niall, bringing you forward to land right on louis’ lips. 

one of his hands traces up to your neck, his palm resting against your jaw, fingertips tangled into a grip at your scalp, holding you tightly as he kisses you, hard. his other hand, still on your breast, thumb lightly flicking your nipple, before gripping it again. “m’the lucky one. privy to this. to you two. fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head, nose bumping against yours, pressing his lips to yours again, feeling niall’s breath against his cheek. 

louis turns his head, niall’s mouth waiting for his, a quick, breathless kiss, niall’s teeth sinking into the plushness of louis’ lower lip, tugging with purpose, to watch it snap back into place.

“help me make her squirt,” niall hums, smirking at louis, “think she deserves it.”

niall leans your body back against his, using your pliancy to his advantage tonight, exposing you once again, giving a proper squeeze to your tits, hands gripping and massaging their way down your sides and your stomach, to your hips, and then disappearing completely. 

and then landing a solid slap to your clit.

you whimper out loudly, your pussy clenching hard on their pricks, gaining a breathy moan from louis, “fucking christ, i should have known,” he fixes his gaze to your cunt, watching in awe, “this make you squirt, love ?”

without giving you an opportunity to answer, in words that is, niall lands another spank, directly on your clit. and another. and another. and one more, only this time, significantly harder than the rest. and it was followed by a loud gasping mewl, and a gush of warm liquid cascading onto louis’ lower half. 

you were slipping further with every single slap that landed on your sensitive button. the painful sting, quickly followed by a rush of pleasure. one that spread like an electric zap through your entire being.

louis groans, watching you, watching the way niall’s taking care of you, watching the drip drip dripping of your cunt, feeling the clench, feeling the tip of niall’s fingertips against the base of his cock with every spank. fuck. he’s getting hard again.

“my turn to get both of you,” niall chuckles breathily, feeling louis’ prick harden again.

both of their members were stiffening, chubbing up and stretching your inner walls all over again. “getting yourself too,” louis mumbles, moaning softly around every clench of your pussy.

niall lands a particularly hard slap, the echo of skin hitting wet skin reverberating through the bedroom, another strong spurt of arousal leaving your cunt, body trembling against niall’s.

“fuckin hell,” louis groans loudly, watching your face, watching your cunt, watching your body, christ he didn’t know where to keep his eyes, “might actually cum again, fuck.”

“do it,” you whine, “please, please, fuck, please, do it. wanna be so full, so fucking full of both of you.” you were slightly incoherent, babbling over and over again, so lost in them. lost in how fucking perfect they managed to make you feel. both of them. together.

“can you ?” louis asks niall breathily, sitting himself back up straighter, his cock painfully hard, used, weepy, and yet screaming for another orgasm.

“can’t imagine another outcome right now,” niall rasps chestily, “s’so fuckin tight, louis.” because it was, somehow, tighter than before. did they grow thicker ? were you spasming harder ? did they cum that much ?

and fuck, they were really contemplating filling you up more. cumming in you a second time. mixing more into you, adding on to what was already smothered inside you. it was fucking filthy.

niall wanted it. fuck it, he was greedy. and you were in such a giving mood whenever you were in this state. besides, his prick was screaming for relief and he needed to do something more to reach it. so he grasps louis’ wrist and brings it to your exposed neck, louis’ fingers wrapping expertly around your throat. 

your muscles instantly go limp, breathing coming in small pants, your brain floated so high up above you, skin prickling with need and want and heat, every primal bone in your body taking over.

you could feel the roughness of the callouses on niall’s fingertips, stroking gently over and over and over and over your clit, in persuasive circles. you could feel the tightness in the grip of louis’ hand, wrapped deliciously around your throat, stopping the airflow from reaching your brain, somehow sending you floating even higher than you already were.

your thighs began to tremble, finding it increasingly harder to hold yourself up, gasping breaths coming out in small pants between the squeezes around your neck. and with niall’s cock starting to rut into you, your body gave out, falling limp against louis, the force sending him down as well.

his grip falls from your throat in the process, louis’ lips immediately suctioning to yours, starting to lose himself with the new constant slow, deep thrusts of niall’s length, rutting up against his own.

but niall needed to cum again, his prick was spent, crying out for this tight fit to reach its end. although he loved this, loved being stuffed side by side with louis into your most beautiful, willing, sopping hole, it’s all starting to teeter on painful.

he reaches forward, his hand looping around your throat, picking you back up by your neck, leaning you against his body for support.

a loud whimpery moan gets caught in your throat, eyes rolling back as you get pulled and positioned however they want, the new angle bumping niall’s cock so deliciously inside you.

“cum for us,” niall rasps in your ear, his other hand landing a final, swift smack to your clit.

your cunt instantly clamps down on their cocks, a mess of arousal and orgasms, gushing from your destroyed pussy, dripping down to the already soaked mattress beneath louis’ hips.

you could barely hear them groan and moan as they came, your ears ringing so loudly. but you could feel everything. absolutely everything. right down to the microscopic indents that are your fingerprints. everything just felt. the overbearing fullness inside you with the numerous loads of cum. the stretch to accommodate both their cocks. the soft gliding of fingertips on your throat, on your thighs and hips. the gentle puffs of air against your cheek and shoulder.

the calling of niall’s voice reached you first, with comforting pecks of his lips against the side of your neck, right close to your ear, “gotta slip out, petal. s’too much,” he murmurs breathily, almost painfully so, as his prick is slowly slipped out from you. and it made you crumble.

the sudden loss of fullness, the sudden gush of everyone’s highs running down your thighs, causing a whiny hiss to leave your lips, as your muscles collapse, making you fall forward towards louis again.

you barely register louis’ question, “are you alright, love” falling on deaf ears, your body simply taking over. arms wrapped around his neck, forehead resting against his, slotting your lips together in a slow, heated kiss.

it felt different. louis couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was definitely different. it wasn’t sexually charged, it wasn’t excitement, it wasn’t teasing. it was so soft. so fucking soft. and gentle, and smooth, and slow, and loving. it was passionate. and it felt wrong ?

louis’ lips leave yours momentarily, his forehead resting against yours, eyes flicking over to the side, catching niall’s, who’s now sitting next to the both of you, fingertips grazing soothingly along your back.

niall catches his gaze, offering him a small smile, “y’alright ?”

“this feels-“ louis cuts himself off, unsure of how to put it to his best friend. your boyfriend. fuck.

“s’okay,” niall nods, louis quickly cutting him off, “but ni-“ and louis gets cut off by a small chuckle coming from his mate.

“s’alright lou, she needs you right now,” niall murmurs, noticing louis’ eyes close as your lips make their way back to his. “she trusts you, mate,” he continues, “and she loves you tons. and i know you trust and love her too. and you know i do too. m’right here, s’okay.”

and so, with permission from his best mate, louis lets himself fall into it. lets himself take advantage of this time with you. lets himself feel some of the emotions he’s tucked very far away, under lock and key. lets his fingers map out every inch of your skin. lets his lips eagerly suck up the tenderness of the moment. lets his tongue smooth over your tiny squeaks. 

without taking much notice, your hips started to grind slow circles, still seated comfortably on louis’ cock.

“can’t possibly want more,” niall murmurs next to you, shamelessly enjoying the view, noticing the movement in your hips.

“s’nice,” you answer, lips ghosting louis’ own, as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, holding you into position, halting your movements.

“i can’t lovely,” he whispers, his forehead resting against your own, eyes peering into yours as he speaks, “m’sorry, s’too much.”

he notices the slight disappointment etch itself into your features. a look on your face, he never wants to see again. especially knowing he’s the cause. so he kisses over the edges of your lips, turning them back up. kisses over the small patch of skin between your eyebrows, lessening the furrows. kisses over the corner of your eyes, relaxing the creases, murmuring as he goes, “beautiful girl, so fucking good for us, you perfect girl.”

“c’mon, pet,” niall whispers, his hands on your hips, helping you lift yourself from your seat on louis’ prick, laying you down comfortably next to him.

louis sits himself up more, looking over your spent body, trying to control the bursting in his heart at the moment he just experienced with you. watching the dips in your skin, all of them etched to his memory from his touchy escapade just minutes ago. 

niall’s eyes are zeroed in on your cunt, your legs spread wide, pussy heated, and throbbing, welcoming the cool air in the room, too far gone to be embarrassed.

his mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to soothe you in a way you both revel in. “can i ?” he mumbles, knowing that you understand what he’s implying. it sure wasn’t the first time.

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding, your body relaxing at the mere thought.

niall notices the questioning glance louis is shooting him, giving him a smirky nod towards your cunt, “s’for comfort. nothing more.” and that’s the only explanation he gives before dipping down, tongue taking a slow, tentative lick through your folds.

a tremor works its way through you, your cunt so overly used. and yet, you couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. it was so soft, so smooth, so sweet, so caring. a stark contrast to the painful sting of pussy spanks, and being stretched and filled more than your body knew possible.

on instinct, your legs spread open wider, hips lifting only slightly in an effort to chase niall’s tongue. “s’my girl,” he murmurs with a smile, taking another soothing lick.

louis watches attentively, swallowing down the tiniest ping of jealousy at the words “my girl,” something else he will tuck away under lock and key and forget about entirely. he does wish to stay sane, and nothing about this random outburst of envious desire screams sanity. he’s never felt that with you or with niall, and he refuses it. he needs to. 

“never been one to turn down a taste,” niall hums, pulling louis from his intrusive thoughts. “everything alright tommo ?”

“yeah, yeah, m’fine,” louis smiles, shaking his head, quickly dipping down for a lick, scooping up the most delicious blend of cum he’s ever tasted. he’s starting to think it’s a sign. if the three of you taste so good, it must- no. fuck. fuck, no. it must nothing. 

“fuck, i love you,” niall murmurs, leaning over you to press his lips to yours, allowing you a bit of a taste as well. “you’re so fucking good for us.”

“perfect,” louis pipes up, eyes locking with yours for a moment, “she’s fucking perfect.”

Part 5

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[fairlylocalkatiee]

Big fan of your work, Was wondering if you could maybe do a 'one bed' trope with josh, maybe they come back from a bar after celebrating the mtv awards and decide to get a motel for the night as no one can drive because of how drunk they are, jenna and tyler get their own room and josh and the reader are stuck together, josh drunklingly claims the bed by flopping down and starfishing on the bed so reader grabs a pillow and makes comfy, just as reader starts to fall asleep josh starts asking them why theyre on the floor and makes a big fuss about being alone, you can end and start it however you want but just thought the idea would be nice

Be Concerned (There’s only one bed) Josh Dun x Fem!Reader

Word count - 2654

Warnings - This is smut 🫶🏻 , no condom sex (there is birth control)

Read On Ao3

Stumbling into your hotel your heels bit painfully into your toes as you followed behind the group. Jenna was hanging off Tyler’s arm which made you smile. At Least someone was getting laid tonight.

After securing a win for best rock music video at the MTV Video Music Awards everyone decided to go out to celebrate.

You’d been working with the band for a few years now and you’d always harbored a crush on your bandmate Josh, but there was absolutely no way you were going to ruin a good thing by revealing that little fact. You were sure there was no way he’d ever like you back, anyways.

“I’m really sorry sir, there seems to be a slight mix up in your reservation. All we have left are two single king beds, and unfortunately we are fully booked.”

“I guess that’s fine…”

You shrugged, not minding the idea of sharing a bed with Jenna. Until she grabbed your arm and gave you puppy dog eyes. “Please can I share with Tyler, (y/n?) I think this could be my night!”

“You want me to share a bed with Josh… I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.” You said nervously, looking up from your seat to see Josh and Tyler probably having the same conversation at the desk.

Your eyes lingered on Josh, his tie gone and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. You hoped he wouldn't notice you ogling him but in your slightly inebriated state you couldn’t stop looking. You knew he hated wearing suits but he looked damn good in them.

“You’ll be fine!” Jenna said a little too loudly, before she comically winking at you and failing to whisper “I think he’s gonna be happy.”

“Okay okay, fine. We’ll ask.” You finally relented just to get her to be quiet and she pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

“Thankyou Thankyou thank youuuu you’re the best (y/n)!” As she pulled away Tyler and Josh made their way over. Josh looked at you almost apologetically.

“Tyler asked if it was alright we shared a room, are you cool with that?”

“Jenna just asked me the same thing,” you said with a chuckle, “I don’t mind at all!” You tried to say nonchalantly like the idea of spending the night in the same room as the guy you’d had an unrequited crush on for years wasn’t making your head spin.

“Sweet, let’s go, We’re room 817. I can’t wait to get this monkey suit off.” Josh gestured to the elevators leading the way. Once everyone was inside he shrugged off his suit jacket revealing how his shirt clung to his toned biceps. Trying to keep your eyes to yourself you stared at your own reflection in the mirrored walls as you rode up to your room.

“We’ll see you guys at breakfast.” Jenna smiled mischievously at you. You weren’t sure if it was because she was excited for herself, or you. “Night guys!” Josh called out to them as you walked in opposite directions to get to your rooms.

“They are totally fucking tonight.” Josh said matter of factly.

“Definitely.”

Tapping the key card on the door the green light blinked twice and let you in. You flipped on the lights as you walked in dragging your suitcase behind you.

The bed took up a majority of the space in the room. Across from it was a dresser and TV, the only other thing in the room was a desk. “Not even a couch…” you groaned to yourself, eying the bed.

They called it a king but it looked more like a queen to you. Josh kicked off his shoes and started digging around in his suitcase.

“I'm gonna take a quick shower, do you mind?” You asked, josh looked up at you and shrugged.

“Go ahead, I'll change here.”

Having expected to be in your own room, you mentally kicked yourself for not bringing more than just an old t-shirt to sleep in. Praying it was long enough to cover your lack of pants. There was no way in hell you were sleeping in your awards show dress. Scooping up the rest of the stuff you needed for your nighttime routine you locked yourself in the bathroom. Any lingering effects of the alcohol were long gone now. You almost wished you had taken an extra shot or two so your anxiety wouldn’t be so bad.

“It's just Josh, he’s cool with it. I should be cool with it.” You said to yourself as you undressed, inspecting yourself in the mirror.

You cranked the water to its hottest setting, boiling yourself like a lobster while scrubbing with your favorite soap. After drying off, you slipped into a pair of plain panties and a too-big t-shirt. Debating putting your bra back on but you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep wearing that torture device.

After you finished getting ready for bed you took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door, a blast of cool air from the room hitting you immediately.

What you saw made your breath catch in your throat. Josh splayed out on the bed like a starfish, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants that hung dangerously on his hips.

“Fuck me.” Was all you could think.

His eyes were closed and he had his phone resting on his chest so you assumed he had fallen asleep while you were gone. How did he look this sexy even asleep?

With a sigh you grabbed a pillow and blanket off the bed and tossed it to the floor, your back would hurt like a bitch in the morning for sure but you didn’t want to bother him. Plugging in your phone you took one last look at Josh. You'd seen him shirtless countless times at every show but somehow seeing him like this, completely relaxed and unguarded left you feeling breathless.

Shaking your head at yourself and flipping off the lights you laid down on your makeshift bed, attempting to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the hard floor.

After a few minutes of silence you heard the bed creek, and then Josh’s voice from above you. “(y/n)? Why are you on the floor?” You squint in the darkness to see him pop his head over the side and look down at you.

“You were taking up the whole bed and I didn’t want to wake you up.” You said matter of factly.

“Come on, you should’ve kicked me awake or something. You’re not sleeping on the floor. If you’re uncomfortable with it I’ll sleep on the floor, seriously.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” You said quickly.

“Perfect, then get in bed with me (y/n).” His tone and words unexpectedly make you tingle with arousal, glad that the darkness was hiding how much they affected you even if he was just messing with you.

Your back was already stiff from just a few minutes on the floor, So you really had no other choice. Scrambling up you put your pillow and blanket back on the bed, before slipping underneath with a sigh.

Josh climbed in next to you and the way he smiled at you made your heart squeeze in your chest. Not in a million years did you ever picture yourself laying in bed with a shirtless Josh Dun. You could feel the heat radiating off his body next to you.

“Much better.” Josh said with a sigh as he got comfortable next to you like he didn’t have a care in the world while you stayed still trying to calm the thrum of your heart.

“Good night (Y/N).” He said softly, his voice already getting deeper with sleep.

“Goodnight Josh”

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You stirred awake, feeling wrapped up in the most comfortable warmth you’ve ever felt. You didn’t dare open your eyes, wanting to stay like this for as long as possible. Somehow in your sleep you and Josh had migrated so he was spooning you, His arms wrapped securely around your middle while he was pressed firmly against your back. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, which made goosebumps rise on your skin.

“(Y/N)…” Josh’s rough sleep filled voice purred against your skin. His hips moving involuntarily against you, grinding his morning hard on directly on your ass.

You’d never felt more turned on in your life, and you weren’t even sure if he was awake or not. You guessed no. But then that would mean he was moaning your name in his sleep, and fuck, you felt the dampness grow in your panties at the thought.

“Josh…” you whispered, his arms tightened around you but he stilled his movements.

“Josh, wake up.” You said a bit louder this time. Even if you were enjoying it you didn’t want him to feel weird about this later.

“I’m up…” He spoke softly into your ear.

“(Y/N) If you want me to stop, tell me.” His body is completely still but he stayed wrapped around you.

You didn’t hesitate before breathing out, “Don’t stop…”

Josh’s hands tightened around you and he ground his hardness against you again, feeling his rough palms slip underneath your shirt and cup your naked breasts. Biting out a little moan of pleasure as his fingers brushed over your already hard nipples. “I can’t believe I waited so long to do this…”

He pressed his lips against the pulse point of your neck and you felt like jelly in his arms. “I can’t either.” You said with a little laugh, before shifting around in his arms so you were face to face with him.

“Kiss me.” You begged, and he immediately obliged, pressing his lips against yours with need. His hands sliding all over your skin as you did the same, tracing your hands over the muscles you’d always ached to touch. He pulled away leaving you breathless and his eyes stared into yours, the morning sun streaming through hitting him just right making his eyes a kaleidoscope of golden browns and greens you could get lost in.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want to be with me, (y/n) because if we go any further I’m going to fall so hard for you I’m gonna have to marry you.”

Your heart burst at his confession and you found yourself a stuttering mess. “Don’t stop.” Was all you could manage to say, letting that be your answer.

“Well good then, we're on the same page.” He gave you another dazzling smile before pressing his lips against yours again as he adjusted himself so he was hovering over you. “You looked so good last night in your dress (Y/N), I wanted to tear it off you.”

He reached for the hem of your shirt and you helped him take it off for you, so now you were both bare chested. His lips immediately locking onto one of your nipples you arched into him. One warm hand palming your other breast as he nipped and sucked

“You didn’t look so bad yourself.” Your fingers laced in his dark curls as he started to work his way down your stomach with feather light kisses and bites leaving a trail of fire on your skin wherever he touched. His hands are working at the same time slipping off your already soaked panties.

You felt a brief moment of self conciousness as he took in your most intimate parts, but your thoughts dissipated quickly as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders and buried his tongue inside you. His mouth latching onto your clit.

“Fuck!” You tried to muffle the moan with your arm but it was no use. His tongue worked magic on you as he swirled and sucked expertly making you squirm in his arms. He held you tightly and didn’t relent.

“Don’t be quiet, I don’t care if anyone can hear you. I want them to know who you belong to.” He looked up at you from between your legs with his gaze burning. His hands dug into the soft skin of your thighs as he held you in place, your orgasm building with intensity with every lap of his tongue.

Feeling yourself unravel as he slipped two fingers into your wet heat, curling them as he started to work them in and out of you.

“Josh, ah- fuck, I’m close…” you said with labored breaths.

He kept his momentum up and didn’t stop holding you in place as he finally pushed you over the edge with a curl of his fingers, feeling yourself come undone on his tongue seeing stars as you finally came. Your walls pulsed around his fingers and your legs shook from the intensity of it.

“You look so beautiful cuming for me, (y/n).” Josh sat up taking your legs off his shoulders. Taking his fingers he just fucked you with and sucking them clean. “I can’t get enough of how good you taste but I really want to fuck you.” You spread your legs for him as he situated himself, getting ready to line his dripping cock up with your aching heat.

“Shit, I need a condom,” he started to pull away but you locked your legs around him and reached for his arms. “I’m clean and on the pill, are you clean?”

“Fuck yes I am baby.” He captured your lips in a kiss melding his tongue with yours as he lined up his cock again, brushing it against your overly sensitive clit, still tingling from your orgasm.

Finally pressing his cock inside you felt yourself slowly stretch around him as he bottomed out, filling you completely.

“Fuck… you feel even better then I imagined”

“Your dick is even bigger than I imagined too” you said with a mischievous smile, He rocked his hips in response. Starting a steady rhythm as he pressed hot kisses to your throat, his hands finding your hips and holding you firmly in place as he slowly fucked into you.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, he looked gorgeous as sweat dappled his skin, his curls falling over his forehead. Your eyes memorize every inch of his body up close. You dreamt of this exact moment so many times you wanted to engrave it into your brain forever, but the feel of him actually inside you was better than anything your brain could conjure up.

You ran your hands along his chest before digging your fingers in his back as he gripped your hips to fuck you harder, every thrust clouding your mind as you came closer and closer to your second orgasm.

His thumb found its way to your clit again and you didn’t hold back as you moaned out his name, clenching around him which only made him thrust into you harder.

“Josh, fuck!” You felt your orgasm rip throuh making you clench around his cock triggering his own release, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pumped his warm seed inside you. Slowing his thrusts as he rode out his orgasm you could feel his cock softening inside you as he finally slipped out of you.

Falling to your side you both laid next to each other catching your breath. Josh pulled you into his arms so you could lay your head on his chest, your naked bodies entwined in the sheets. You could hear his heart pounding in rhythm with yours. His lips pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Your phone buzzed loudly on the side table making you jump. Reaching over you picked it up and glanced at the screen, Jenna’s name lighting it up.

“I just had the best night of my life.” Her text read.

“Called it.” Josh said triumphantly over your shoulder.

You laughed before you typed back, knowing he was still looking at your phone.

“Me too.”

——

TikTok was banned so I finally finished this request I’ve been working on slowly for weeks lol. Sorry about my absence but here I am with hopefully more coming soon!

@oldiesstationlover11607 @soupiiiie @anyaisop @z0mbiekisses if anyone else wants to be tagged just comment :)

[mightypurplethunder]

I don't want to see any of you usamericans talk about "punching nazis" ever again. I don't want to hear yall pat each other on the back and say shit like "If I had been alive during the holocaust I would have done something about it", or any other white savior shit like that.

You don't care about jews, you didn't care about them back then, just as you don't care about palestinians now. Yall repeat and repeat "the holocaust was terrible, we should condemn it", not because you care, but because it lifts yourselves up. Because it's the only war that the US won where they just happened to be on "the good side", so it portrays you as heroes, warriors of justice, which happens to be excelent propaganda material, so you exploit it. You make memorials, you make films, hundreds of them, fetishizing the jewish suffering and portraying yourselves as the force of good that saved them all. Meanwhile, dozens of other genocides - many of them even bigger and bloddier than the holocaust - happen around the world, many of them endorsed or supported by your government. But yall don't care. It's not the holocaust. You're not the good guys in this one so why bother making a movie, why pay atention to it at all? It's hard to keep track of everything happening in the world, it has nothing to do with you. So you just keep scrolling your socials paying no mind to whatever fucked up shit is happening out there, until you run into some fucker from the global south posting something mildly critical of israel, or about how the United States shamelessly exploits jewish history for the sake of warfare, or how victim mentality is a dangerous thing for a marginalized group to hold on to, and you get furious. How dare they say things that don't align with the narrative I've been fed my whole life?? They are anti-semitic!! They hate jews!! They are nazis!! And you tell them so, you put them in their place, because you are a democrat and a good guy and you won't tolerate nazis. And then you reblog "support our troops" posts and write letters to your president begging him to bomb brown people on the other side of the planet because they are terrorists, I think. And I'm here to tell you that you are not the good guy, you are not a hero. You are a victim of indoctrination and an idiot, and your domestic white politics mean absolutely nothing to the rest of the world.

Yes, I did watch Schindler's list. No, I don't hate jewish people. Yes, I'll aggresively condemn Israel's actions and anyone blind enough to say that one genocide justifies another, and I will always support palestinian people. And if you happen to be a jewish person that has somehow found themselves in the center of a conversation that isn't even about you, and getting negative attention you don't deserve, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that no matter what you do or where you live, you keep being used as a scapegoat and your life and history exploited for colonialist propaganda, your heritage is worth more than that.

So keep calling yourselves the good guys, keep pulling the anti-semite card or the "Palestine is homophobic" argument. Keep playing your white politics in your white country that you stole from non-white people. The rest of the world is watching you and history will remember you as what you are and always have been; fucking colonizers.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I love Eddie being the one who's clueless about his sexuality and Steve being the one who's confident. Like Eddie knows that he likes cheerleaders, but he's absolutely adamant that he must really hate jocks with the way he stares at them. Like when he was forced to dress for gym, and he just sat in the bleachers staring at Steve Harrington in his little shorts.

"He looks so fucking stupid," Eddie thought as he stared at Steve's thighs. "So, stupid. Ugh, I hate this guy, and I don't even know why. It's not like he's ever done anything to me. In fact, he's a decent guy for a jock with his stupid muscles and his stupid hair. Ugh. His hair. Wonder what it would be like to touch it."

Meanwhile, on the court. . .

"Munson's staring at you again, Harrington," Tommy whispered. "Oh. I know that look. Do you think he's figured you out?"

"Stop it," Steve glared at him.

"Do you think he knows about you? About what we used to do in the dark? At parties, when everyone was too drunk to notice?" Tommy asked.

"Tommy," Steve warned.

Someone else came close to them, and Tommy shut up. They may hate each other now, but Tommy wasn't that much of an asshole that he would reveal their secrets.

"Just because we hate each other doesn't mean that we can't still have fun," Tommy whispered. "Meet me in the showers when everyone is done."

Meanwhile, back at the bleachers. . .

Eddie frowned at the sight of Steve talking to Tommy. It didn't look to be a happy conversation. Eddie proceeded to stare at Steve the rest of the period, trying to figure him out. Once everyone had gone into the locker room and left, Eddie went in to get changed. He had just finished putting on his clothes when he heard a loud moaning sound. Eddie frowned. Was someone hurt? Eddie moved around the lockers and came to the last set. He peered around them and saw Tommy pressing Steve against the wall. His lips were attached to Steve’s neck, and his hand was between his legs. It was actually in Steve's shorts. Steve’s eyes were closed, and his mouth was open. Eddie's eyes widened, and he quickly scurried out of the locker room.

"Woah! I don't think I was supposed to see that," Eddie muttered.

He tried not to think about it. He really did, but Steve’s face popped into his mind, and the image of what Tommy was doing to him. Ugh, he hated what Tommy was doing to him. Wait, was he homophobic? No, he knew Jeff was gay and he was more than alright with him. He hated that it was Tommy. Maybe Eddie wished it was him instead. No, that's crazy. Eddie's always liked girls, didn't he? Suddenly, the image of Eddie pressing Steve up against that popped into his head. Oh God. Arousal started to pool deep in his stomach, and he felt himself getting hot.

"Not here, not here!" Eddie muttered as he ran off towards the bathroom.

After a while, he came out of the bathroom, scowling. Okay, yeah, he definitely wasn't straight.

"I need to talk to Jeff!" Eddie exclaimed and scurried off.

So, he finally figured it out. Fast forward to '86, and he's slamming Steve Harrington against the wall of the boathouse. He's holding Steve against the wall with a beer bottle pressed up against his throat, and people are screaming at him to let him go. Eddie remembers, and he starts laughing causing the beer bottle to make a small cut on Steve’s neck. He immediately dropped the bottle, frowning.

"Sorry, man," Eddie said softly.

He places his hand on Steve’s neck, still holding him in place, and presses his thumb against the wound. He pulled it off and looked at the blood on his thumb. He should have wiped off on his vest, but instead, he put his thumb in his mouth and sucked it off. Eddie smirked, noting the way Steve’s eyes darkened.

"Ew! Gross! Eddie, that's Steve’s blood! Are you a vampire?" Dustin asked and paused. "Wait, you aren't, are you?"

And later, when they're in the Upside Down and Steve is walking away from them, Eddie had to take his chance.

"Steve?" Eddie called out.

Steve turned around and looked at him with eyes so wide, so full of hope it nearly scared Eddie off. He moved forward, grabbed Steve, and pulled him into an urgent kiss. He didn't care that other people were watching. He smiled against his lips when Steve started to kiss him back. Eddie pulled back.

"Thanks," Eddie whispered.

"For the kiss?" Steve asked. "Shouldn't I be thanking you?"

"Well, for that too," Eddie said softly. "Thank you for waking me up."

"What does that mean?" He asked.

"I'll tell you all about it when you get back," Eddie said.

"Okay," Steve said softly.

"And Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Make him pay," Eddie said.

The next time that they saw each other, Eddie was waking up in a hospital, and Steve was looking at him while he was trying not to cry.

"I told you not to be cute," Steve sniffled.

"Sorry, couldn't help it," Eddie grinned.

Steve rolled his eyes before bending down to kiss him. Eddie could taste Steve’s salty tears. He was crying. . .over Eddie. Steve broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against his.

"Never scare us like that again," Steve whispered.

"Okay," Eddie croaked.

Steve sat back down and smirked at him as he took Eddie's hand in his.

"You promised to tell me something," Steve said. "It's later."

"What? Oh, right," Eddie blushed.

He proceeded to tell Steve all about his little moment in the gym, how he thought he hated Steve until he walked in on him and Tommy in the locker room. Turns out, it wasn't hate. When he was finished, Steve burst into laughter.

"I shouldn't laugh, I'm sorry," Steve said.

"Don't be, it's fucking hilarious. I was embarrassed then, but I can definitely laugh about it now," Eddie said. "Go ahead and laugh, big boy."

As Eddie watched him laugh, he couldn't be wonder. . .how in the ever loving fuck could he have ever possibly thought that he hated this man?

[maybege]

Pleasure

Summary: You get dared by your old school friends to ask a stranger to play with your tits.

Pairing: dad’s friend!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.1k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, older man/younger woman, implied age gap, alcohol consumption, sex with strangers, coming untouched, semi-public intimacy, dom!Boba, sub!Reader, nipple play, dirty talk, little bit of humiliation, Reader is not described but it is mentioned that she does not wear a bra at some point

Alrighty, alrighty. Okay, alright. Are we ready? Like are we really, truly, ready for this? This is obviously set in the dad’s friend!Boba AU which is more of a sandbox AU for me to play in. This is their first meeting (obv) and it is based on another idea I had and I thought it would fit perfectly. Please do let me know what you think and if you like it and if so, what you liked and all that good stuff! Maybe I will write another part or another story set in this AU.

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

A year ago, you had never thought you would drown your sorrows at a house party of a person whose name you did not even know in the town you had grown up in with people you had not seen since high school. But here you were, drowning out your disappointment, your sadness and your frustration by the way of loud techno beats and unnaturally coloured alcohol.

“All right,” Marissa passed the hot pink shots she had gotten to you and Chants, though her eyes did not leave yours, “You want a dare?”

For a second you regretted ever having asked her for a dare (“Something to liven up the party,” you had said half-jokingly after the conversation with your two oldest high school friends had come to an awkwardly silent end) but then you also remembered the fun time you had with them in your childhood bedroom, prank calling the neighbours before playing fuck marry killer with the seniors at school.

That was an eternity ago now but it had all seemed to light then. Your happiness did not have an expiration date then and the dream to make it out of your small town by the lake and into the big cities of the opposite coast had kept you company every night.

You hadn’t known yet that your dream would fail.

“Ask any random person here to play with your tits.”

Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your face must have shown your shock at the task because her pink-coloured lips (a perfect match to her equally pink hair) pulled up in a mischievous grin. Marissa always had been the joker of your group, you should have known better than to think that the years would have changed anything about that.

“Marissa!” Chants gasped, “You can’t do that!”

“Oh, calm down,” she waved him off, “It’s not like she has to do it. But we're in a house full of strangers and stars know it's been ages since you got laid” – you hated how right she was about that – “So let’s not pretend like I'm not doing you a favour.”

“I’ll do it,” you heard yourself say, steel in your voice as you threw back the sickly sweet drink. There was nothing worse than the artificial strawberry flavour.

“It’s not like I know anyone here anyway,” you stated, looking around the giant living room you were standing in. The villa (because there was no other word to describe the building you were in) was absolutely packed with what seemed to be the entire party population of your town and the few surrounding beach towns as well. It was all stark white walls and cement floors and floor-length windows and furniture that looked more like art than actually something to sit on. Only the colourful lights and (several) mirror balls hued the entire space in ever-changing colours.

No wonder whoever lived here threw all these parties. The place must seem pretty depressing otherwise.

With encouraging whoop whoop!s and You can do it!s you left Marissa and Chants behind and wandered through the dancing, yelling, drinking crowd that took up the entire ground floor. Until you spotted a figure leaning against one of the doorways to the stairway.

Your feet changed your course until you stood in front of him. He was older than you, though certainly not the oldest guest in attendance. (That would be Chants’ 94-year-old grandmother who had a reputation for attending the best raves in the province.)

But what struck you most was how unbothered he looked. How in control. He was dressed in dark pants and a black button-up, his sleeves were rolled up too, revealing strong veiny forearms that had your eyes lingering longer than they should have. He held a glass in his hand and when his eyes landed on you, making your way towards him, you imagined that his grip twitched just the slightest bit.  

“Hi,” you said when you finally stood in front of him.

The main raised his eyebrows, “You lost there?”

You pressed your shoulders back, “No. You are the one

His lips lifted in a smirk and it took our breath away for a moment, how handsome he was, and your courage faltered. But you

“My friend dared me to ask someone to play with my tits.”

If your words caught him off guard, the man did not show it.

“So?” he smiled before taking a sip from the amber liquid, “That wasn’t a question.”

Was he really going to make you say it? Your ears burned with shame and something else as you looked at him. But he simply cocked his head as if to say I am waiting. And you somehow found that this was not a man you wanted to leave waiting.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “Will you play with my tits?”

“No,” he said easily and finished his drink, “Congratulations, your dare is fulfilled.”

He turned to leave and you surprised yourself when your hand landed on his thick arm. He froze, as did you, and when his eyes met yours, it felt like a switch flipped in your head.

“No, wait, I –“ you paused, “I actually want it.”

His body faced yours again and stars was he broad as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Stars what are you doing, trying to convince a man to touch you.”

“Ask me again, then, little one,” he rumbled and the pet name had your belly fluttering. Though maybe it was not your belly, maybe it was something else …  

“Will you play with my tits, please?” you added the last word quietly, your pulse thrumming as you avoided his eyes. The bass reverberated in your chest and you tried to even out your breathing. This was fine. Everything was fine.

For the first time since you started talking, his eyes left your face and roamed down your body. Over your tight jeans and the loose but not quite opaque top you had chosen to wear. You found yourself wanting to impress him, wanting to please him and you were almost completely sure he would reject you again when he opened his mouth.

“You really want that?”

You nodded, too shy, too embarrassed to say anything more. It had been ages since you had been touched and something about the way he held himself made you feel like he knew how to touch you.

“Good,” he rumbled, his voice dropping even lower and causing a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You watched as he set his glass down on the side table, “But not here out in the open.”

“No,” you shook your head, agreeing with him, though you were a little scared to admit that you would have let him. You would have let him pull you into a corner somewhere and strip you down to nothing and do anything he wanted to you. You would have let him expose you however he saw fit.

Stars, I really need to get laid.

The man brought his hand around you, settling it on your lower back as he led you away from the improvised dance floor. There were throngs of people everywhere but they grew sparser the higher up the stairs he led you. Until you arrived in a hallway that was completely abandoned save for a couple that seemed too busy to make out to notice you. And then he continues, leading you around a corner and suddenly you were alone and the lights were dim and the music only a muted sound in the background.

“Do you live here?” you asked, nervously looking around. What if someone caught you?

“No,” he said, his voice calm as his hand landed on your hip, “but I know the owner. No one will disturb us here.”

You nodded and took another deep breath. That sounded good. That sounded safe.  

“Do you still want this?

It but you were grateful. You nodded, your heart racing. And your pussy too.

“I need to hear words, little one,” he said with a crooked smile, still not touching you save for the hand on your hip that seemed to burn through the layers of clothes.

“Yes, I still want this.”

“Want what?”

Oh, now he was just teasing you!

“I want you to play with my tits, please.”

Shame and arousal had your cheeks burning but it was worth it when he hummed, his hand inching under the hem of your shirt. “Good girl.”

Oh.

Oh, that was new. That was lovely. That was something that had your eyes flutter and your pussy get surprisingly wet.

“You liked that,” he grunted, “You like praise.”

It was not a question and so you did not answer. The wet patch in your panties that grew by the second was answer enough. Though you could not shake the feeling that he liked you liking praise. Which made it all the better.

“Lift your shirt for me,” he instructed, tongue running over his lips, “You wear a bra?”

You nodded, your hands trembling as you lifted the soft fabric of your favourite going-out blouse. It was black and just the lightest bit sheer and breezy which made it the perfect sexy thing to wear in the warmer temperatures. The air wasn’t cold – it was the height of summer after all – but your nipples pebbled, still, beneath the lace of your bra.

Big hands reached for your tits, cupping them in his palms before lightly squeezing. His touches were softer, first, before they grew firm and had you squirming against the wall. Your breath got quicker already as you thought about the fact that you did not even know this man and he had you half-naked in the corridor of another stranger’s home.

A year ago, you never would have done something like that.

“Wh-What are you doing?” you whined when he still only squeezed your tits, his fingers gently digging into the soft flesh, “Why aren’t you touching me?”

“You asked me to play with your tits,” he replied steadily, his thumb rubbing over the lace that covered your nipple, “That is exactly what I am doing. Playing with your pretty tits.”

“Don’t you want me to take off my shirt?” you asked, confusion clear in your voice as you tried to shift your hands over your shoulders.

“Nah, little one,” he shook his head, a smile on his lips that made your breath hitch, “You are going to hold up your shirt for me. You want me to play with your tits, you got to do something for that, right?”

You nodded, chest heaving as you leaned your head back against the wall. “Right.”

The older man continued his ministrations, gently massaging your tits, pushing and pulling, making them bounce, teasing your nipples through the lace with the pads of his thumbs or his blunt fingernails. You had never been this turned on in your life.

His finger teased under the scalloped edge of your bra, the touch of his bare skin on yours driving you insane.

When he finally pulled down the cups of your bra, baring you to his eyes, you could have wept from relief. “Arch your back for me,” he murmured, sounding so focused and so in control. You did, doing your best to get your chest closer to his hands.

There was no shame now, now apprehension about what you were doing. This man seemed to know exactly what he was doing and you could not help but trust him.

“You have beautiful tits, you know that?” he asked casually as his fingers rolled your nipples, sending little pangs of pleasure through your entire body, “When was the last time somebody properly paid attention to you, hm?”

Too long ago.

And that was what you told him but he pulled your nipples sharply, “Specifics,” he instructed you lowly as you tried to keep your knees from buckling at the sheer sensation this man caused in you.

“Few – few months,” you tried to think feverishly, “Se-seven months. No, nine months.”

“Nine months,” he tsked, his thumb flicking over your pebbled nipple, “What a shame. What a waste. You deserve to have

Not knowing what to say to that, you simply leant into his touch. He expertly rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before pulling on it ever so slightly, making you whimper. The mix of gentle and rough had you dizzy and wet and you swore none of your eyes had ever made you feel this way.

Stars you did not even know you could feel this way.

“Can I use my mouth on you?” he asked.

Your eyes flew open and you looked at him in surprise. But the older man simply returned your gaze, never pausing in his ministrations and he seemed serious in his questions. He really wanted to touch you more.

 “Yes, please,” you nodded feebly, as if the way you were melting in his hands was not answer enough.

“Good girl,” he praised you again, a smirk on his face, “So polite.”

You squirmed, pressing your thighs together to get some sort of friction to your aching clit. He lowered his head to your chest, his warm breath washing over your skin and you whined, needing him more and more. But he did not let himself be rushed, no. His finger pulled on your nipple again until your whine turned into a gasp. Only then did he let you go and carefully closed his mouth around you. He sucked on you, ever so gently, with just a hint of teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh and you swore your vision went white for just a moment.

He must have noticed the way your entire body spasmed just for him because he pulled away, a glint in his eyes that told you he was far from done with you.

“I wonder if I can make you come just from this,” he murmured against your chest, “Just playing with you until your gorgeous pussy drips all on her own,” he lightly sucked on your nipple, “You want me to try?”

Speaking seemed like the last thing you would be capable of so you nodded, your heavy breaths echoing in the dark hallway.  

“Answer me with words, little one,” he admonished you, pinching your nipple tightly and another wave of wetness rushed down your legs. You wouldn’t be able to sit down anywhere today without leaving a wet patch, that was for sure.

“Yes,” you gasped out, “Please make me come.”

“With pleasure,” he grinned, “You just lean back and keep holding up your shirt for me, yeah? I will take care of the rest.”

And he did. He licked and sucked and pinched until you were a dripping, moaning mess. Your hips had a mind of their own as you started to move against him, trying to grind against the considerable bulge in his pants that had your mouth watering, but his hand was strong on your hip, pinning you back against the wall.

“You are going to come only from this,” he instructed darkly and you nodded. The yes sir almost slipping out of you. You felt like you were on cloud nine, floating above everyone and everything. The dim light, the loud bass that echoed throughout the house, hell, even the sound of partying people two stories below – it all added to the thrill of this stranger sucking on your tit while rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

It felt like you could not breathe, like your whole body was pulled taut with pleasure and he was the only one who could release you. Who could give you release.

“You are such a good girl for me,” he grunted in your ear, “I wish you could see yourself. Absolutely depraved right now. Presenting your tits for a man you don’t know anything about except that he is the one that is going to make you come.”

“I know you would have let me do this downstairs, too,” he added, “But here's the thing: I don’t share. And I don’t think any of these boys even deserve the sight of your pretty tits like this, now, do they?”

You shook your head. “Only you,” you mumbled feverishly, your fingers tightening their grip on the fabric, “Only you, sir.”

His groan was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. “That’s right,” he pressed a hard kiss against your neck, “Only I see you like this. Only I get to see how pretty you look when you come from this.”

For a moment, you debated telling him that you did not think you would come. That you were so turned on – more than ever before – and that what he did felt great but you were not sure if it would actually make you come. But then he bit down on your nipple and pulled the other one and your whole world reeled.

You came. You actually came.

And you did not stop coming for what felt like a solid two minutes. You were shaking, gasping, and at some point, you must have let go of your shirt because you were gripping his broad shoulders with all of your might as if they anchored you to gravity.

“Holy shit,” you brought out when you finally regained control of everything, “Holy fucking shit.”

The stranger had let go of your tits. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug. Strange enough, this felt way more intimate than what you had done before but you could not bring yourself to worry. Not when he smelled so good and the post-orgasm fatigue set in.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised you, his eyes soft and warm as he looked you over, “Are you feeling okay?”

You nodded weakly and he pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. You were still completely out of breath and your pussy pulsed when you saw him adjusting himself in his slacks. You wanted to touch him.

You wanted to be touched by him.

But you were scared, too. Shocked, mostly. At what you had just done. Had you really let a stranger just make you come in a house full of people?

“Let's get you some water,” he murmured as he helped you straighten out your clothes, “And then off to your friends you go.”

You nodded numbly, legs shaking and still unsteady on your feet. But he helped you, one hand on your lower back and the other supporting your arm as you made your way down the stairs. The louder the music got, the more you felt like you had just returned to reality from some sort of dream. Some perfect, delicious, very hot dream.

Returning to the living room turned dance floor, neither of you spoke and you simply accepted the glass of cool water he got you. “Drink it,” he instructed you softly, “And make sure you get home safe tonight.”

When you found Marissa and Chants again, you were still torn between pure shock at what you had just done and grief at not having asked him for his name.

*

Your nipples were sore the next day but you still would have done anything to have that man play with you again. Maybe you could have asked him to spend the night at his place, letting him fuck you seven ways ‘till Sunday. If he had made you come this hard just from playing with your chest, you wanted to find out what he could do if he had you all to himself for a whole night.

Still, you stayed in bed until well past noon, trying to avoid the reality that had seemed to be suspended for just a moment last night.  

It was unlike you and, to be honest, you were a little scared of your forwardness. Of your courage. But it had been rewarded in the best ways and finally, it felt like maybe you really could start fresh. Like maybe this was the moment you needed to gain back the trust in yourself.

You could do things!

You did not have to have everything figured out right now, you just needed the courage to somehow move forward.

And if you could ask a stranger for intimacy at a party, then moving forward seemed like no effort at all.

You skipped a bra, not wanting to subject your chest to more sensation than necessary, and instead opted for a long flowy summer dress and a light cardigan over top. It would give you some coverage, still, so it would not be awkward for your sister’s fiancée to face you.

Looking in the mirror, you felt like your new self. Like maybe you had needed yesterday to get back some of your courage, some of the spirit that had made the past year so fun before everything had just crumbled around you.

“Oh honey, there you are,” your mother greeted you as you came down the stairs, “You came home late last night. Was it a good party, then?”

You knew she was worried and you knew she tried her best to give you the privacy you needed. After all, you weren’t a child anymore. You were a grown woman who had to move back to her parents across the country after losing her job. It was an unfamiliar situation for you all and you appreciated her effort at making you feel like a roommate more than a child.

“It was,” you replied, grabbing a slice of fruit, “It was nice seeing some people from school again. It is like nothing changed.”

“Oh, you and your change,” she tutted good-naturedly, swatting your hand away as you reached for another slice of orange, “That’s for after lunch. It's almost ready.”

You glanced at the clock. “That’s early.”

“Your father has some friends over,” she explained, “From work. They’re going golfing this afternoon so I thought that is the perfect opportunity for an early lunch.”

Thank the stars for your father and his friends because you were starving.

“Go and say hi, honey,” she shooed you out of the kitchen and you smiled, your bare feet hitting the cold tiles of the hallway, “And you can tell them to set the table.”

You found your dad and his friends on the patio, soaking up the warm summer air.

“There you are, hon,” he greeted you with a smile and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Hi, dad. Mom says lunch’s almost ready.”

“Ah,” he slapped his palms on his thighs before standing up, “You know what that means, boys! Time to set the table.”

One of your dad’s friends stood up. George, you remembered. He had lived down the street ever since you could remember and his kids were good friends with your sister. “It's been ages,” he said, a genuine smile on his face. “Look at how you’ve grown!”

You were pretty sure you hadn’t changed that much since graduating college but you were not about to correct him. He meant well, you knew.  

Your father paused, “Oh I am sorry. Everyone, this is my eldest daughter, fresh back from the other end of the world.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not the end of the world,” you corrected him gently, “Just the other side of the country.”

And what wouldn’t you give to be back there right now.

The men all chuckled and you paused when you heard a familiar voice. You ran your eyes over the mostly familiar faces, faces you had known since childhood or at least from the pictures your parents posted regularly on Facebook. Faintly you could hear your dad introduce them all again – George from accounting, of course, then there was Paul and Obi-Wan and James (an absolute perv as you and your sister had determined years ago) and not to forget Bail Organa.

But it was the newest face, the face that was supposed to be unfamiliar, that made your heart freeze for a scary few seconds before it started racing so fast you thought you might throw up.

“Boba Fett,” he said, holding out an all too familiar hand. A hand that had spent considerable time playing with your tits just last night.

“Boba is the CFO after the merger,” your dad introduced the man, “Recently moved here from – where was it again, Boba?”

“Tatooine,” he replied without taking his eyes off you.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you heard yourself say, his hand closing around yours. His grip was gentle but firm. And warm. You could feel the callouses on his fingertips, the ones that had made him playing with you so fucking delicious. Your nipples hardened under the soft fabric of your dress and you prayed that he did not notice.

“Believe me,” he smiled, though his eyes said so much more than the usual pleasantries when they fell to your chest for a fraction of a second, “The pleasure is all mine.”

[unreliablesnake]

The only exception (Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader)

Summary: Ghost didn't date. But Osprey made him change his mind about this rule of his.

Warnings: a mention of his erection because he's an awkward penguin. no, don't ask me what it means, i don't know.

Ghost didn’t date. He had one-night stands to satisfy the physical needs he had, but that was it–no strings attached, no second meetings. To him, it was optimal. There was no drama, no need to look out for the needs of a partner after being away for long.

The problems began when Osprey joined the 141. He had been cautious since day one. He kept his distance and tried to figure her out, while Johnny went all in and spent every free second of his with her. Gaz and Price were also very open to the possibility of gaining a new friend, and eventually they all spent nights together sharing stories and playing stupid games.

He found it weird that everyone was so quick to accept her, even though Laswell made it quite clear at the beginning that she trusted this woman with her life. Ghost couldn't let his guard down so easily. She noticed, but respected his boundaries. Soap possibly warned her about him, telling him some bullshit story about why he was so cold to everyone.

But he wasn't cold. Not anymore, that is. The members of the 141 were like his family, and since she was one of them, she should have been considered family too. If that was the case, though, why couldn't he trust her? He often thought about this, and it wasn't until a late August evening in a Central European country that he realized what was wrong.

He liked her too much.

That night they went out for a drink to celebrate another successful mission, and she was wearing this gorgeous yellow dress with her hair pulled up, revealing the soft curve of her neck, and making her look absolutely irresistible. He was gripping his glass of beer a little too tightly, almost breaking it as he was staring at her. Soap noticed. He always noticed.

“Like what you see?” he asked as a joke, but his smile faded the moment he noticed the uncomfortable look in his eyes. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Ghost barked.

“You like her.”

A sigh left the lieutenant’s lips before he could stop himself. This only encouraged Soap to play matchmaker, because only 0.2 seconds later he raised his hand and signaled her to come over. Osprey smiled at them as she grabbed her drink and moved over to their side of the table, taking the narrow spot between the two men before turning to the sergeant.

Ghost hated every second that followed her arrival because the close proximity was slowly driving him mad. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, and the way she took a sip of her drink made him think about what else she could swallow. Fuck, he was losing it.

She and Soap were getting lost in a conversation, as if they had completely forgotten about him sitting right there, but then he heard his name leave her pink lips and this caught his attention. This was the first time hearing someone say ‘Simon’ made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“What do you think?” she asked with a smile.

“About what?” he asked, completely lost.

But she didn’t seem offended, instead she put down her drink and turned her body towards him as she replied. “Johnny wants to play pool, but since I suck, I thought we could play as a team and you could teach me.”

Yes, sure, because being so close to her would certainly help with his growing erection. Johnny will pay for this for sure. But for now he just smiled under his mask and nodded. “Sure, why not?”

Osprey was the light in the usual darkness of his life. She could lighten the mood without even trying, making everyone laugh with some stupid joke, and making them comfortable even when the tension was high. Now as they walked over to the pool table, he didn’t miss the lustful looks other guys gave you, and also the jealous side-glances from women who were with said men.

Johnny picked up two cues and gave one to her along with a piece of chalk. While the two of them exchanged a few words–which was mostly the sergeant teasing her–he took care of the balls in the middle of the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her lean against it with a hand on the green surface.

“You okay?” he asked her when his gaze turned to her face and he noticed the troubled look in her eyes. “We don’t have to play just because Johnny wants to.”

But she just shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’m more worried about you, big guy. If you don’t feel like helping me, I can manage on my own. Johnny would talk me through it for sure,” she added with a laugh.

What was he supposed to say? That he was more than happy to be near her, to have the chance to touch her while he's showing her somemoves? No, he couldn’t do that. So he tried his best to keep it cool. “It’s okay, I’ll help. I want to teach Johnny a lesson.”

After letting out a humming sound, she nodded. “All right, let's kick his ass, then,” Osprey said before playfully punching his upper arm.

And so the game began. Johnny was a pro, Ghost already knew that, but tonight he was more vicious than usual. He guessed it was only because he wanted her to be desperate for help, and sure enough she soon asked him to show her how to properly position the cue. He hesitantly put a hand on top of hers, covering it entirely due to the size difference, then leaned a little closer to her.

“If you want me to stop, just say so,” he told her quietly as his other hand rested on her shoulder. She gulped and nodded, but didn't stop him, instead she turned her head to the side to look at him. “All right, take a deep breath then slowly let it out. Focus on the ball you want to knock into the hole.”

Osprey did everything he told her, listening carefully as he explained the best way to play this game. It became clear that they made a good team, but he noticed that at one point Johnny began to let them win. Even though he gave the sergeant a warning look, he just shrugged with a wide grin and put up his hands. The young woman on his side didn't really understand what this was all about and he wasn't planning on telling her the details.

As the game came to its end, Ghost gave her more space to try her wings, playing without his help and celebrating every successful move. When she won, Soap acted like it had been a tough game, while he watched her with his arms folded over his chest, taking in every little detail since he had no idea when he would see her again. The wide, happy smile on her lips made him happy too. She deserved it.

She deserved nothing but good things.

Then he was knocked out of his pink clouded thoughts by her tight hug. He let his arms fall to his sides, trying to process this new sensation. Women had never hugged him before. All right, his mother did when he was a child, but that was a long time ago and that was entirely different. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced over at Soap, silently asking for help. The sergeant rolled his eyes at him before showing him that he should hug her back.

So he did; he wrapped his arms around her and even rested his chin on top of her head. She mumbled something into his chest, but the only thing he understood was a soft thank you. “We should meet before the next mission,” he said before realizing what was happening. His mouth moved faster than his brain. Shit.

“As friends or as a date?” asked Osprey, sounding playful and teasing.

He knew there was no turning back. “As a date. If you're single, that is.”

She let her small hands move to his belt, following its curve around his hips as her eyes were searching his face for something. The uncertainty was killing him, he had no idea if this meant she was in, or if this was just her wicked way of making fun of him. But when she stood on her toes and moved her hands to pull down his mask, he knew she was interested. This couldn't be an act.

“I like the idea,” she whispered against his lips. He was frozen to that spot, his hands resting on her sides while she stayed on her toes. “Won't you kiss me?” she asked curiously as she moved her hand to the back of his neck.

Should he kiss her? Wasn't it too soon? He kissed his one-night stands, but she wasn't like that. He wanted more from her, more than one good night. He wanted all of them; every day and every night. Just the two of them, together and as happy as he hadn't been for a long time. Or was it too much to ask for?

Before he knew it, she pressed her lips to his, initiating a slow, sensual kiss he hadn't experienced in a while. The kisses of the past few years were all hungry and feverish and messy, the total opposite of this one. In the background he heard Johnny's teasing whistle, but he ignored it, instead he got lost in this newish sensation.

[angelsdevils]

Hidden Ties

Taglist: @reiners-milkbiddies

M. List | Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5

Your head was on Togame’s chest, his hands running through your hair. This was one of the few times you both could just relax and enjoy each other’s company. The smell of your shampoo, had Togame burying his face into your hair. He placed a gentle kiss on top of your head with a small smile.

“Do you remember our first date?” You asked Togame. He hummed in response.

“Yeah, I remember. Our first date was actually the first time we met. You were running from some guys creeping on you, and you grabbed my arm, pretending to be my girlfriend. Not only did I beat them, I said you owed me a date on which we went to the cafe…” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“That cafe re-opened up, we should go there again,” you looked up at him. He kissed your lips gently, and you cupped his face.

“Alright, let’s go. When did you want to go? Today?”

“No, I want to go maybe… tomorrow?” You asked, and he thought about it. 

“I actually have some gang activities tomorrow, that I don’t want you near. So, it can’t be tomorrow. Well, actually, maybe after. Depends how long it actually takes.” 

“Hmm, okay, it’s not anything dangerous? Is it?”

“Don’t worry about it babe, I don’t want you to worry,” Togame said. He gripped your chin and lifted it up. He kissed you, and you returned the kiss gently. He suddenly flipped you both over, so he was hovering over you. You squeaked, and he gave you his playful grin. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your lips. 

His hands trailed over your sides. You squirmed. You parted from the kiss and tried to grab his hands, but he didn’t let you.

“Togame, don’t you dare,” you said. You tried to get away from his hands, but he held you down and began to tickle you. You instantly started laughing, trying to get away from him. He was relentless in his attack against you.

“Or what? What are you going to do?” 

“K-Kick you, stop that!” You were laughing harder. He was laughing at you, because your laughter was contagious. After ten relentless minutes, he pulled you into his lap.

“I hate you, so much,” you said in between breaths.

“If that was true, you would have broken up with me. You know you love me.” 

“You are way to cocky, you know that?” You replied, with a roll of your eyes. He grinned and placed his lips on top of yours gently. He held you close, and nudging your nose gently.

“Of course I am, you chose me out of all the guys…” 

You couldn’t help but smile at that, and nudged your nose with yours again. 

“True, I guess you are right,” you said. He smiled, pulling you in his arms laying on his back. Your head collided with his chest. You sigh happily, kissing his cheek. You closed your eyes, and he stroked your hair again. 

“I love you Y/N, more then anything in this world.”

“I love you too, and back to earlier’s conversation. I will always worry for you, especially when it’s gang activity.” You said softly, and he looked down at you with soft eyes. 

“I know, but I will be okay, I promise.”

“I know,” you nuzzled your nose against his neck.

“I should hang out with my brother anyway tomorrow. He wanted to spend some time together, so I guess it’s good we no do a date tomorrow.”

“Yeah, when I am done we can spend time after.” 

“Seems good,” you said. You sigh softly, before your phone started to ring. You answered it, it was your younger brother.

“Sis, when are you coming home? You said you would be back before it gets dark.”

“Fuck, I am on my way.” 

“Okay, see ya soon.”

You hung up and Togame looked at you confused.

“My younger brother, I promised to be home before it gets late. Since he moved in, he been paranoid of me walking home at night.”

“I will walk you home, I get paranoid when you are by yourself as well,” Togame got up and got dressed. You leaned against the bed watching him put his shirt one and his hoodie. He glanced over at you, and had a knowing smirk on his lips.  “Like the view?”

“Oh absolutely, we may have to create…”

“Don’t even say it,” he said laughing. You burst out laughing as he pulled you out of his bed, and threw your hoodie at you. You put it on, and you both were out the door. He held your hand and placed a kiss on top of it. 

“All I am saying, everything about you is perfect. You could make a lot of money…” 

“Maybe I should sell feet picks…” he joked and you grinned.

“Just make sure to save the best ones for me,” you said. He rolled his eyes, and pinched your cheek gently. 

“I don’t know if I should be thankful or offended you would sell me out for money.”

“You know I am joking, I would never. All of this is mine,” you said laughing softly. He kissed your cheek, and when you got close to your house, he stopped walking. He grabbed your waist, and leaned down kissing you deeply. 

“I gotta stop here, I am already in another gang’s territory. Don’t want to cause problems. But I will stay here until you are in the house…” 

“Okay, love,” you said. You break from his hold and go to your house. You walk in and he turned away and leave to go back home. Preparing for his fight tomorrow. 

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[eden-writes-stuff]

smut ask for virgin regulus and experienced barty 🦤

This was also me, losing my smut-virginity on tumblr (first time uploading), so I hope you like it anyways

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, first time, anal sex, oral sex, hints at praise kink, but it's not the main point

Wordcount: 1420

They had been dating for three weeks and for Barty it was hell. The dating part was great. Regulus was hot, and a great kisser, and could be very sweet if he wanted to. But whenever Barty tried to take things further Regulus found some bullshit-excuse to get away.

It was not that Barty minded the no-sex part itself. He knew that some people just didn't want to - although that was something he himself would never relate to. It was the excuses, that really set him off. Maybe it was because Regulus didn't trust him. Or maybe he thought he was unattractive. But then why would he get together with him in the first place? So eventually he just snapped.

It happened at the Yule party. Regulus was - as usual - sprawled over his lap, drink in hand. He had been driving Barty wild the entire evening with his cropped dress shirt that exposed his soft skin. He wanted to bite it. When Reg adjusted in his lap, it was over.

"I wanna have sex with you!" The music, as well as almost all conversations, stopped. Everyone was looking at them. Regulus's face was red as a cherry and Barty could guess he didn't look much different.

"What are you looking at? Did none of you ever want to fuck your partner?" Blessed be the Blacks and their authority. Within an instant, everyone was muttering again, continuing whatever it was they had been doing before.

"I'm so sorry", Barty muttered, but Reg just sighed and took his hand. "I think we should talk about this", he answered, pulling him up from the couch and towards their dorm room. Evan whistled after them, earning a rude gesture from both of them.

"I'm really sorry. I don't want to pressure you-" "It's fine", the smaller boy interrupted him. "It's just- fuck, I hate talking..." Regulus started playing with his rings like he always did whenever he was nervous. "I've never... done it before." He was still blushing, avoiding Bary's gaze. He just laughed.

"And that's why you've been cockblocking me for the last month? Merlin's Balls, I thought you thought I was ugly or something. I really started to doubt your taste." He winked at him and Regulus couldn't help but smile. "You will be happy to hear that I have impeccable taste and that I know you are the hottest guy at this school." Grinning he pulled him into a sweet kiss.

"Does that mean, you would generally want to shag me?" "I hate that word, but yes." "And what do you want me to do to you?" Barty smiled softly, leading him towards his bed. "Everything there is to be done." "I like the sound of that." He grinned, kissing him again, while Regulus sat back on the bed. 

"And you really don't mind that I'm not as experienced?" "Why would I mind?" Barty took his place in his boyfriend's lap. "This is an honour. I love that you trust me so much that you let me take care of you like this." His lips started exploring Regulus' neck, licking the soft skin. And Regulus just melted against him. Soft sighs escaped his lips, hands gripping the waistband of Barty's trousers, pulling him closer.

It didn't take long for them to spread their clothes all over the floor. Barty's fingers dug into the soft flesh of his arse, making Reg groan into his mouth. "Are you always this desperate?", he teased, voice heavy with need. "Only after I haven't been properly fucked for over a month." "Poor you, living in abstinence." "Says the guy that's never even been laid before." "Bastard."

He let himself fall back, pulling Barty over him, hips almost meeting in the middle. "Princess." "Whore." "Oh, absolutely. I'm gonna be your personal slut once you know how to handle me" Reg raised an eyebrow but found he didn't mind the image. "So is this all? Insulting each other until you come?" Barty laughed roughly. "I think it's good foreplay. But I can show you more if you think you can take it." He kissed him again, but soon let his mouth travel downward towards the swollen, flushed dick.

"You ready?", he made sure. Regulus immediately nodded, making his boyfriend smile widely before wrapping his lips around him.

Barty's tongue quickly became his new favourite thing in the world. The way he used it drove him close to madness. He had suspected as much, imagined it during long showers, but in reality it felt so much better than he'd ever thought. Barty had him dripping and moaning in no time, clutching his hair, cursing under his breath. And Bary loved it. He drank in every sound that escaped Regulus' pretty throat, nearly lost it when he started moaning his name.

Before he could finish Barty drew back, enjoying the sounds of protest. "Don't worry, princess, you'll get enough chances to come in my mouth, but not this time." 

With a simple tip of his wand, he prepared Regulus, who actually squeaked in surprise. "What the fuck was that?" "Shit, sorry. I was just making sure you're wet enough so it doesn't hurt." Barty blushed a little, softly kissing his hand. "I think I got a bit overexcited." "It's alright. I'm fine. Just maybe a warning next time." He nodded instantly, gently pressing their lips together.

"Do you want me to keep going?", Barty asked after a moment and Reg nodded assuringly. "If you stop now I'll have to find someone else. I doubt either of us wants that", he smirked before kissing along his shoulder. That was all he needed. "I'll start with my fingers so that it's easier for you to adjust." Regulus understood, spreading his legs a little wider as Barty pushed his index-, then a few minutes later, his middle finger into him.

He loved seeing Regulus like this, drowning in pleasure, audibly enjoying everything Barty did. After a while, he tried praising him. "You're doing so good for me", "I can't wait to be in your pretty hole.", "You're so wonderfully tight."... Regulus only started moaning and gasping louder, moving himself on his fingers, while Barty watched.

"P-please." "Fuck, you're pathetic. Tell me what you want. I like to hear things said out loud." A shiver ran down Regulus' spine. He'd never been this turned on in his entire life. "I want your dick. I want you to fuck me, to make me come" Barty was basically purring, by the time he pulled his finger out of him. "You're so good at this. Are you sure, this is your first time?", he smirked while positioning himself in front of his entrance.

Regulus grinned innocently. "You know I like to read..." Barty was stunned for a second before grinning widely. "You're so fucking hot", he laughed softly before gently pushing in.

They both moaned in unison, Regulus gripping onto his arm, eyes wide. "Feels... so good." That was enough to get him to start moving. He forced himself to keep it slow, to stay in control of himself, but the way the other boy's back bent when he tried to move closer was too beautiful, too pure and- fuck, he would never get tired of his little gasps.

"There are so many things I wanna do with you", Barty groaned, burying his face in Regulus' neck. The other boy whined softly, making Barty grind deeper and deeper into him.

He could tell Regulus was holding back in so many ways. "It's adorable how you think you can hide from me, princess. But I want to hear those sweet noises you make. And I want you to come whenever you need to. Don't hold back, baby", he whispered, softly kissing and biting along his shoulder

Beneath him, Reg was a whining mess. And soon those whines turned into loud, unrestricted moans. Barty knew he would come when his legs started shaking, so he drew back to look at the gorgeous piece of art in front of him, brows furrowed, lips parted, head tilted slightly back.

"Fuck, Barty I'm gonna- I'll-" and with two more thrusts, he spilled all over Barty's stomach, fingers clutching the covers. The image drove him over the edge only seconds later.

Breathing heavily he dropped next to Regulus on the bed. "You okay?", he murmured after a moment. Reg nodded weakly.

"I can't believe I missed out on this for three weeks, just because I was too much of a coward to talk to you", he laughed.

[river13245]

It's always going to be him

Navigation / SPN Masterlist

Crowley x Male Reader

For over a century you and Crowley had been anything known to man. The both of you started your relationship as friends, then he had don't something and it caused you to absolutely hate one another. Then after years of not speaking you found your way back to each other and he somehow managed to worm his way into your heart and the two of you became lovers.

The both of you have had your moments where you were so angry with each other and you didn't speak for a while. The longest time was about a year but that is like nothing when you have lived for as long as you have.

Crowley had never apologized to you. When you would leave his place and go stay somewhere else. Just to be away from him for a while. He would always send someone to you, whether it be one of his hellhounds or demons. Crowley could never be bothered to come to you to apologize. He was too "busy" and to proud.

All those times that he had sent someone you always went back. Love was a very powerful feeling and you would have done anything for him. You knew he didn't feel for you as strongly as you felt for him but. There's always someone who falls for the other more than they do. One fell first and one fell harder right?

You always came back and you never thought that there would be a time where you wouldn't.

When Crowley had finally met the Winchester boys you hadn't thought too much about it. You told him that he could help out every now and then when they asked for him but that you wanted to stay out of any shit they were trying to do.

As time went on though it had become more of a reoccurring thing. They would call Crowley as a last resort and he would drop everything to go to them. Everything had been fine because he went when they asked. But then he started looking for reasons to help them or get caught up in whatever they were doing. That's when it started to piss you off.

He would always drop everything and that unfortunately also meant you too. You could be in the middle of watching a movie or having a chat and he would disappear. So Today you had decided to see if there was a way you could get him to stay.

The both of you were in the living room talking. He was sitting on his "throne" while you were standing beside him. It was pleasant conversation for once so you were enjoying yourself. You knew however that he was thinking about something else. After all these years you had learned and noticed everything about him. That's what made you so upset. Is that he couldn't hide anything from you even when you wished he would.

Then right in the middle of your sentence his phone rang. He held up his finger to silence you silently as he put the phone up to his ear. "Hello Moose" The nickname rolled off his tongue in his accent.

When was the last time he called you a cute nickname, or anything other than your name. How come Dean fucking Winchester gets all his time. Even when he doesn't want it, even when Dean hates Crowley.

Of course it was him. Its always been Dean, ever since they met. Why couldn't he realize that you were right in front of him. Loving him for decades, while Dean was using him. That's all Dean ever did.

What happens next is something you expected. Its what always happens when one of the boys call. Crowley will start to stand up and brush himself off as if he has to look prim and fucking proper. You honestly don't even know if he knows he does it. Then he will be off.

This time however you don't let him leave without a kiss. Just wanting to see if it would get him to stay. So you pull him in by his arm and place a kiss against his lips. His hand goes to your waist for just a moment before he pulls away and gives you a look that says "we will talk later." Looking at him you go to speak and he shuts you up by speaking first. "I have important things to do. You understand" Then he dissapears.

Would there be a later though you wonder. You have spent so much time of your life waiting. Waiting for him to love you like he once did but you have come to realize that it wont happen. And this had been the final blow. He was going to lose you

You walk into your shared room and grab a suitcase filling it with all your clothes. The amount of things you had here were minimal the rest of your things were at your home that you made sure no one knew about. As you look through your closet you see the ugly Christmas sweater that he had given you to wear one day years back.

It was a very windy day in the middle of winter and you had told him you didn't need a jacket because you loved this kind of weather. He of course had told you to bring something just in case but you were stubborn and hadn't listened. So when you ended up shivering and trying to hide the fact from him he had laughed and said "i told you so" while putting the sweater on you.

Crowley used to be so sweet to you. However after so long of being treated like nothing you had to leave. As you walked out of the room one of his demons came up to you asking where you were headed and all you replied was "home, im going home"

When you get to the cottage you had in the middle of the woods it was empty except for the furniture you had in it. It was a beautiful place and as you enter the home you feel your body relax as you unpack your things and lay down on your bed closing your eyes.

The emotions rushing through you were a lot to take so you just took this time to really process what you were feeling.

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The past week you had been living at your home. Waking up with the sun and resting when the stars came out. It was peaceful, you felt at ease more at ease than you had in a long time.

You should have known that this peace and quiet wouldn't last forever because in the middle of the afternoon there was a knock on your door. No one knew where you were so you weren't sure what to expect.

As you walk to the door you are on high alert but when you open it a sigh escapes you. "Crowley"

He is standing there with his hands in his pockets looking neutral just like he always did. Never wanting to show any emotion which always frustrated you because you always wanted something from him. Let you know he cares. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. "what are you doing here?"

Leaning against the door you scoff "I could ask you the same. Surprised your not with your lovely moose and squirrel" the tone of your voice gave everything away and that's exactly why the man in front of you rolls his eyes. "is this what this is about?"

The way that he is acting as if this hasn't been bothering you for moths now and that it means nothing is what sets you over the edge. "Yes Crowley why cant you see that! It has been affecting us for almost a year now."

"Why does it bother you so much! I've explained to you that they need me to help them. I'm here when they don't need me" He says this as if its not his fault. As if he is the worlds best boyfriend.

At these words you run a hand through your hair pushing it from your eyes. Trying to maintain your composure but your voice is what gives you away as it breaks. "what about me Crowley? I needed you, and hell when you were there its like you were always thinking about when the next time your phone would ring. Its like you don't see me anymore. I'm just someone that you knew would always be there for you and I don't want to anymore. Not after you left me on our anniversary and I didn't receive a text or a call. But i bet you and Dean had time to go out and drink"

He knew you were right because as soon as you bring up him having a drink or two with Dean he froze. "that's what I thought. I'm not Dean and I will never be able to be him. So I'm done Crowley. Please leave and do not come back"

There was silence for a while and he gives you a look as if he wants to say something more. Wants to say anything to get you to come home. And there's a part of you that wants him too. Even when you knew it would break you but it would means he felt something. So when he chose silence he gave you a nod and vanished.

Leaving you standing there with the door open just looking at the place he was just standing. Not bothering to move for a moment just wanting to hold onto this feeling for just a moment longer. "goodbye Crowley" Shutting your door you swore to yourself you would not think about him again. Wouldn't let him take up any more of your time.

[stopthatnel]

cherries (part two)

cw: dubcon, rough play, dirty talk, oral (female receiving).

sn: i know some of the things said in this are just... well... brb imagining a part three. as usual, minors do not fucking interact.

i wrote this while listening to sleep token's, sugar. think hozier but metal and also with extra magical abilities to immediately make you go feral. also happy new year! 🩷

s: nanami was chivirlous enough to get you there, but who was going to make sure you kept coming back? wc: 2.5k

i haven’t been able to meet his gaze since that night. in my mind, there was always something else to do, far away from him and his knowing eyes. i’m sure he’s confused, from being in each others business everyday to suddenly barely speaking unless absolutely necessary. but it’s not that i don’t want to talk to him, but how can i look him in the eye and hold a conversation when all i can think about is how he defied all my expectations? nanami had me in the palm of his hand, and i’m positive he knows that.

“are you avoiding me?” he asks me. i jump, startled by his sudden presence. i swivel my chair back to face him, briefly meeting his stare before turning back to my desk.

“no nanami. i am not avoiding you.” i lied between my teeth. the office i sat in immediately became much more interesting than any words i could’ve strung together. i never noticed that the clock was crooked. i’ll have to make sure i fix it before i leave. “liar.” he checks me.

i sigh.

“was it something i did?”

of course not. i struggled with my mind for the words to tell him that it was me, but everything sounded so damn cliche. in all honesty, it was me. i’m avoiding him because of how vulnerable i felt. i felt the man reach into my body and touch my soul in a way i’ve never experienced before, it scared me.

“no.” i reply curtly. i shuffle through the papers on my desk, putting them into piles and straightening them out. “is that all?” i ached for him to leave, to give me some more time to process my fears, to understand them in just the slightest. but he doesn’t.

nanami closes my office door and a quick click bounced off the silence. “what are you doing?” i ask, turning my chair to face him, watching cautiously as he comes back to my desk. he pulls along a chair and sits in front of me, wordlessly.

“i said, what are you doing?”

i wasn’t sure what was driving me the crazier, the obnoxious ticking from that damn clock, or how his brown eyes stared down at me in contemplation. through them, i felt myself become weak. time slowed down my ability to think, to breathe. i was drowning in caution and anticipation, too aware for my own good.

i’m sure i know what he’s thinking, i’m being weird, putting a boundary between our friendship because we hooked up.

i am.

but it didn't feel like just a hookup. he told me to feel, and god did that feel like something more. it felt like years worth of passion, like all my doubts were something he could pick up with one finger and discard with ease. did he mean to do that? to make me feel like that? to throw me out of whack whenever he was remotely visible to me?

“this is a twisted game you’re playing with me, (y/n).” there was a strain in his voice that you could easily miss, like he wasn’t saying what was truly on his mind. “but i’ve known you long enough to guess that part of you enjoys this game.” my eyebrows perk up at his words, the trance i was in suddenly shattering like a mirror.

“what the fuck does that even mean?” i spit, a bit harsher than i intended. he tilts his head to the side, pushing his glasses on top of his hair. his eyes narrow at me, a hint of surprise dancing behind them. his movements are quick, pulling my chair from underneath and dragging me toward him. as much as i hated to admit it, i squeaked when i felt his knees hit the edge of my chair. my knees were on either side of his, i was almost embarrassed.

“you want to complicate this. you want to ruin this before it ruins you. but i won’t let you do that, not to me.”

not to him? “i don’t do that.” solely because in the past, there was nothing to complicate in the first place. in the present however, my best friend is adamant i give in to something that's new to me. “you do baby, and it's okay. but not when it’s me, not when i’ve developed a taste for you. i can’t let you take that away from me.” it’s not until i'm walking home do i realize that i’ve figured it out. it’s his words that put me in those trances.

i’m staring at his text as i open the door to my apartment. i’m staring at his text as i take off my shoes. my keys never made it to its post because i couldn’t take my eyes off his text.

N: let’s talk it out. i already let myself in.

i’m not sure what feelings swirled around in my gut but they were heavy. they were heavy enough to keep my feet planted on the ground, staring at nanami who’d made himself comfortable on my couch. “what is there to talk about?” i manage, forgoing my hello’s. nanami turns his head to face me, a gentle smile resting on his lips. “welcome home, come sit next to me.”

i don’t find it in me to move from my spot, wanting answers.

“what do you mean by ‘taking’ whatever ‘this’ is away from you? what even is ‘this’?” my questions come out quicker than i thought it would, and nanami throws my first question back in my face. “i thought you said there was nothing to talk about?” i sigh, growing exhausted. my feet drag me over to the couch, instinctively plopping down next to him.

maybe he was right, i was complicating things too much. we both had fun, we both enjoyed it, so why ignore it? in fact, maybe i shouldn’t be pushing this away at all, he was the only one that took his time, didn’t get frustrated with me, didn’t get too excited, talked me through it. and it seemed like he enjoyed it too, not just the sex but fulfilling me. it’s the ‘what if’ that’s holding me back, but i could hear him out.

“talk to me.” i say, ready for whatever he was about to throw at me.

“‘this’ is us. you’re pulling away from me. we have never been like that, why start now?” nanami’s words are fluid, as he speaks, his hands reaching over to pull my jacket down my shoulders. i allow myself to join his lucidity, pulling my arms out of the fabric and laying it over the arm rest. he keeps his hands on me, placing them on my knees and rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “we go together, that night was just the cherry on top. you think it’s too much? we won’t put a name on it. you think it’ll disappear? i won't let go. but if you don’t want this, i’ll back away. you just need to tell me.”

my silence was deafening as i watched the way his hands trailed up to the hem of my skirt, his fingers dancing underneath the fabric. my breathing was shallow against his touch, his fingers almost too hot to bear on my skin. they were options, each one addressing a different ‘what if’ inside my head and the only one i disagreed with was him backing away. all i had to do was tell him.

i don’t want to tell him to back away, i want this. i know i do. i know it in the way i allow him to reach farther up into my skirt, pulling my thighs apart and kneading the supple flesh between his palms. i was back in the palm of his hand except this time, i knew what to expect. there wouldn’t be any coaxing necessary, any dubious thoughts behind whether or not he was truly a man of his word could be thrown away along with the rest of them; because this time, i knew for sure.

and he knew as well. bringing himself to his knees on the very ground beneath me like he was a sinner and i was his god. it would be a greater sin to turn away his worship, his lips pressed against the top of my thighs, without any rhyme or reason. his fingers laced themselves underneath my underwear, playing tug of war with my conscience and will. for a moment, he paused to look up at me, no doubt a light bulb going off in his head.

“do you want me to take it?” he asks. i struggled with the words in my mind, let alone in my mouth but the way heat rushed through my body said more than i needed to know. i couldn’t make a sound, allowing myself to answer him with a simple nod of my head. his gentle touch turned rough, pulling me to the edge of the cushion and pushing my body down onto the couch. “you want me to take it because you don’t want to burden the responsibility of how this ends. but i need you,” he grunts, popping the buttons off my blouse and taking my still clad breast into his hand. “to understand that as long as it’s within my power, you are not going anywhere.” his free hand grabs my chin and forces our eyes to meet, a grin eating away at his lips. “if this will help me get to where i want us to be,”

he delivers a harsh squeeze to my bosom, “then i will take, and take, and take until you realize you can do nothing else but give.” a sigh falls from my lips when he presses against my clit through my panties, closing my eyes as flashbacks of him taking, ripping waves of pleasure through my body. he was right, if he needed me as bad as he says he’s going to have to pry the uncertainty out of my body, which clearly proves to be no issue to him.

“at the end of the day, princess, you’re going to live with the way i’ll make you crave me. i’ll make sure that every time you reach into the back of your underwear drawer you hesitate. you’ll reach for your phone and call me, and each time you call i’ll be at your heels, i’ll be in between your thighs making mess out of this pussy.” his words went to my core, heat rushed to my face when he pulls my panties down, seeing the mess he made. “but it seems like you have no problem doing that already. you want this as much as i do, and i’ll get those exact words out of you, in that order.”

i stifle a whimper when he dips his head down between my legs, kissing my lips and digging his tongue between them. i couldn’t bring myself to look at him still, but faulted back to his words last time.

“i don’t want you to focus on looking, i need you to focus on feeling.”

so i let myself feel again, i let him make his assaults on my cunt, twitching and grinding into him, giving him my body even though i was desperate for him to take. he held me down against the plush fabric underneath me, claiming his power over me. i didn’t want to argue anymore. i wanted him to give me every reason to shut up and the cries i was stifling only had one solution, his hand. i take his wrist between my fingers, dragging it up to my mouth and then i look down.

he was so beautiful, amber eyes almost on fire, brows pursed together as he peers at me from under them. i didn’t have to see his lips to guess that they were coated in my slick, plump and pink as always. and even though his hand sat loosely on my mouth, i pressed up against it as i cried, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my veins in a way i couldn’t imagine without him present.

he pulls me from my bliss, wedging himself between my thighs and i can’t get enough of his cock; how it feels inside me, on me, rubbing between my folds and pressing onto my clit. the sounds of his breathy moans only heightened my sensitivity to everything around me, i didn’t have to move a muscle to please him the way he pleased me. it felt so gratifying, feeling like all i needed to bring to the table was plain and simple, myself. for a moment, his passion and determination was clear to me; watching the way he threw his head back as he bottomed out in my cunt, it all was so clear. he wasn’t going to let up, and i had no intention of allowing him to.

“k-kento,” i sound pathetic, whimpering his name and digging my nails into his hips. “harder.” my request seemed to light a new fire in him, and he’s smirking to himself. “yeah?” slowly, i begin to lose my grip. he’s hissing between his teeth as he grabs onto my waist, holding me still against his thrusts. as enveloped in pleasure as i was, i can’t help but watch him; from the rise and fall of his chest, the way his shoulders shudder when he goes in deep enough to have me clenching around him, and more importantly, the way his tongue runs over his lips, probably still tasting my climax from earlier.

“kiss me kento.” and he complies, moving his hands underneath me and pulling me up, enveloping my lips with his. he sucks and nibbles at my bottom lip and when our tongues finally introduce themselves to each other, i can’t help but to moan into his mouth. he rests his forehead against mine briefly, as if to catch his breath and he’s back to exploring my mouth again. i was coming quicker than i could have realized it, my jaw going slack and my eyes squeezing shut.

he hugged me as i came, stilling himself in me and holding me close to his chest. for once, this didn’t feel claustrophobic. it was like the world had suddenly stilled and all i could hear was his heart thumping against his chest. in that moment, i couldn’t be bothered with how tightly i held him. he was an anchor and i was a balloon too ambitious for my own good. i could’ve given him anything he asked for and as the ringing subsided in my ears, he only asked for one thing.

“let me take care of you.”

where's the rest of your work?

[call-mi-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 5

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

Main Masterlist Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist Series Masterlist

a/n - hi girlies! sorry that i haven't been posting a lot i got writers block 💀💀💀 anyways, enjoy!! xx

I've finally come back to Top Gun, Mav caught me up luckily. Somehow he pulled some strings with Cyclone to let me stay here. I'm glad me and Mav sorted everything out. I still haven't spoken to my mum yet... It's been 3 weeks since she visited me at the hospital.

It's been kinda quiet since me and Bradshaw decided to stop the whole "rivalry" thing. Minus for the arguments between Bradshaw and Bagman. It's been nice in all honesty. Except for when Bradshaw tried to throw a right hook at Bagman. Fanboy stopped him before he could make contact. It didn't end too badly. They just death stared each other then walked separate ways.

Bradshaw was late to the briefing this morning so the only chair left was next to me. Great, although we're civil, I hate having to deal with his fucking manspreading. It's so annoying.

Bradshaw walked up to the table I was at and sat down. I was shocked to feel that his leg wasn't rammed against mine. I looked down and saw that he had stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. I quickly give him a look then begin to focus on the briefing.

"Shocked to see how little of an annoyance I can be when we're not arguing?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk as I tried to focus on the briefing. "Everyone's going to the Hard Deck tonight, you wanna join?" I turned to look at Bradshaw, my eyes narrowing, smirk still apparent on my face.

"Bradley Bradshaw, is inviting little old me to drink with you and the others?" I place my hand on my chest. Bradshaw is the one to roll his eyes now. "I'd love to. As long as you don't sing Great Balls of Fire."

"Now that is pushing it sweetheart. there must be a compromise we can come to." he has desperation in his voice, with a little bit of humour.

"You can sing it once then. No girl on your lap or at your side cause that is just fucking tacky." I chuckle as I try to multi-task and listen to what Mav is saying. I'm partly failing.

"Is that your way of saying you're jealous? I'm flattered sweetheart, but British isn't my type. Neither is hot-headed." His tone was all but flirtatious. Maybe I should've just continued to argue with him, because the flirty tone he's using is grating. Like, it sounds nice but really weird at the same time because he's never used that tone with me.

"Absolutely not, never. Just because we're civil now does not mean I'm going to have feelings for you. And girls sitting on your lap or basically grinding against you while you sing Great Balls of Fire is the cringiest and most disturbing thing to even look at for a second. So no, I am not jealous. And FYI I don't go for your type either." I cross my arms as I finish the conversation and bring all my focus back onto Mav, who keeps sending me knowing glances which I send away with eye rolls.

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Today was stressful. Very stressful. Stressful enough to need a straight double whiskey when I get to the Hard Deck. You wanna know why today was stressful?

Firstly, I was paired with Hangman. Which is annoying as it is but he thought he led the whole thing when it was a team building exercise. And he kept ordering me which got us "killed" by Mav.

Second, my flight suit had a stain on it so I had to try and get it washed after the training exercise. It didn't come out, so I'm going to order a new one.

Third, Bradshaw could not stop with the flirty comments. It was so aggravating. I wish we were still arguing cause he was actually less annoying than this.

And lastly, Mav kept pulling me to the side and asking if me and Bradshaw were a thing. Oh my days! Absolutely not! Never in a million fucking years would I date Bradshaw of all people! I'd date Hangman before Bradshaw. Actually no. I would not. I have too much self respect.

When I got home, I took a hot shower. It was fucking amazing after the day I've had. After I got out of the shower, I dried my hair, did my skincare routine, put some makeup on, and now it's time to decide what to wear. It was between a nice dress Phoenix told me to wear or my tight black shirt with some nice-fitting jeans. I asked Phoenix and she told me to wear the dress, obviously. But only if she wore one too. Not being the only one wearing a dress.

It was a short black dress with criss-crossing straps and a slit on the right leg that goes up to my hip. It was really nice, I've just haven't gotten to wearing it yet.

I quickly put the dress on because I was running late. I grabbed my purse, car keys and vape before going out and locking the door.

The ride to the Hard Deck wasn't too long because I could afford a closer one when I moved here. I parked my car, locked it, then headed to the door of the Hard Deck. Phoenix was outside waiting for me.

When I tell you the whole bar went quiet when they saw me and Phoenix, it would be an understatement. Maybe it was because we were in civvy clothes? But we headed to our group and all the boys eyes were wider than golf balls.

"What's with the eyes? It's not like we're naked is it?" I said, eyes darting between all the lads. They were shocked.

"Y/N, I think it's cause you're wearing that short dress, they've never seen as much skin on you before." Phoenix giggled before dragging me to the bar.

"Hey Penny, two double whiskeys please." Phoenix asks Penny with a smile. As I look around, I see a man. He's tall, blonde hair, greenish-blue eyes, and he's staring at me. I recognise him from somewhere. It's Thomas! I didn't think he'd be here tonight. He said he was going to go home in England for a bit to see his family.

"Thomas?! I thought you went back to England for a few weeks! What yer doing 'ere?" I walked up to him and hugged him, shocked that he was in San Diego but especially in the bar I usually go to.

"Thought yer could use some company, but guess you're already set aren't yer?" He chuckled as he looked to Phoenix then in a different direction, all the lads were death staring Thomas.

"Yeah, guess so. Want a drink? Me and Phoenix just ordered double whiskies." I guided him over to the bar where me and Phoenix originally stood.

"Go on then, one can't hurt." He ordered himself a double whiskey and paid for mine and Phoenix's as well.

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We've been at the Hard Deck for a few hours and I'm quite drunk, drunk enough to not be able to drive. Which is great, cause I want to go home.

Phoenix and I have been dancing to The Weeknd, Mac Demarco, ABBA, Jerry Lee Lewis (because Bradshaw sang it, yet again), and some other singers that I'm too drunk to remember.

Me and Phoenix are currently dancing to Great Balls of Fire, as per requested to play again by Bradshaw. Him and that fucking song. It's like he's married to it. Or he can't breathe if it's not playing.

As we're dancing, I feel someone come up behind me. I turned to see who it was and it was just a stranger. He had his hands on my hips and began to basically grind into my arse. the fuck?

"Erm, can you not do that mate?" I stepped away from him, closer to Phoenix. He had this strange look on his face. It made me really uncomfortable.

"Come on babe, just wanna dance with you." His smile was sloppy and sadistic in a way. Gave me the shivers. Not the good kind.

"Well I don't wanna dance with you. So fuck off. Freak." I rolled my eyes then turned to Phoenix with an awkward smile.

"Don't call me a fucking freak you bitch!" He grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him, his breath stunk of cigarettes and Bourbon. I always hated that smell.

"Get the fuck off of me you prick!" I grabbed his elbow and dug into it with my fingers which made his grip loosen, then I kicked the back of his knee which got him to the floor.

"Touch me again and we will have a serious problem, got it?" He nodded in answer, fear and anger in his face. "Get the fuck out of this bar." He got up and walked straight out, the whole bar giving him death stares as he leaves.

As soon as the door closes Bob comes over to us, weaving through the crowd with a worried look on his face.

"You okay Vandal?" He looked at me with worry and sympathy. I nodded my head yes.

"I'm fine Bob, he was just a prick who should listen to people. Taught him a lesson, hopefully he'll learn from that." I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of my whiskey. "Surprised I can still do that, I'm fucking leathered." I chuckle as I begin to dance again.

Bob nodded with a small smile then went back to the others. Me and Phoenix continued dancing until she had to go home cause her friend said her dog needed to be taken to the vet. So I was left to hang out with the lads.

"Hey Vandal, you alright? You look really bad." I place my hand on my heart and mock offense.

"Wow Bagman, I cannot believe you could say that. To me of all people. I look fucking fabulous you rat." I giggle as Bradshaw laughs. He'd laugh at anything that insulted Hangman so I'm not surprised.

"Seriously though Y/L/N, you look unwell. How much have you had to drink?" Bradshaw had genuine concern in his voice. I also did not know how much I drank.

"Fuck knows, wanted to have a fun time. I was, till Nat had to go home cause her dog is sick. I really hope her dog's okay. Do you think it'll die?" Just as I finished my sentence, Thomas came next to me and placed his hand on my waist.

"Come on Y/N, let's get you home." He began to lead me out until I felt his hand go lower. Last time I checked, he had a fucking girlfriend.

"One, I ain't going home right now. And two, get your hand off my arse cause I specifically remember you have a fucking girlfriend." i poked his chest in annoyance because his girlfriend is super nice, and pretty. Like drop dead gorgeous. And she treats him so fucking well as well.

"Yes you are going home, yer leathered. And she doesn't have to know if anything happens, can just be between you and me babe." That's it. Absolutely not. Not a fucking cat in hells chance.

"Right, you are a piece of shit for that. I ain't going home and I'm moving out. And I'm telling your fucking girlfriend how much of a shit person you are." Thomas laughed, I knew he could be a dick sometimes but this is just too far.

"Come on Y/N. Firstly, where would you even move to? You don't make enough money for even a small shitty apartment. And second, she won't believe you." Shit, she wouldn't. She's literally head over heels in love with him.

"She will." A voice said behind me, I turned to see that it was Bradshaw. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"And why's that? She's practically wrapped around my little finger." My face contorts to disgust. Jesus, how did it take me this long to realise he is a complete and utter twat?

"Because in Y/N's bag, is my phone, and it's recording. So she will believe Y/N, because there's proof." All the colour drains from Thomas' face.

"So you best fucking leave now. And I'm getting all my shit in the morning." I look at him with anger an disgust, how could he even think about doing that to such a caring and beautiful girl?

Thomas walked out immediately, slammed the door to the bar on his way out. That's when realisation hit me, I'm now homeless.

"Shit... where am I gonna stay? He is right that I can't afford to live anywhere... Maybe Mav could let me stay with him?" I turn to Bradshaw and he looks like he's just got an idea.

"You can stay with me, until you get enough money for an apartment." Although I was very drunk, that sobered me up quite a lot. Bradshaw was offering to let me stay at his place? I mean, we are civil now, but letting me stay at his home? Jesus, he must really mean it about feeling bad about arguing and the crash.

"Are you sure? Because that's a big thing to offer Bradshaw." I looked at him, unsure myself. But why was Bradshaw offering this? Was it out of guilt? Sympathy?

"Yes. You don't have anywhere to stay. Fanboy only has one room and his couch is fucking uncomfortable. Coyote and Hangman most likely don't want to live with you. Payback lives with his girlfriend. And Bob and Phoenix live with Phoenix's mom. And Mav will probably hate you living with him because he won't be able to have any alone time with the ladies he brings home. So I'm the only viable option." Damn. He must have put lot into this for him to just come up with all that.

“Are you 100% sure that you want to do this? Cause I can just find some place to live I don’t wanna intrude init.” I look at him with concern and uncertainty in my voice.

"Yes of course, helping out a friend, init." He faked a British accent as he said "init", I giggled at him as he pulled a face as well.

"Right okay, thank you so much you don't know how much this means to me..." I have a thankful look on my face. "Please could you come with me to pick my stuff up tomorrow? I don't want to go on my own." He nodded yes. "Thank you..."

"Right, let's get you home. You're so fucking drunk." He chuckled as he guided me out of the Hard Deck with his arm round my shoulder.

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As we got to his house, I began to search the outside. It was quite nice.

We both went inside, Bradshaw helped me as I was stumbling everywhere. He guided me to the spare room and placed me on the bed.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Bradshaw muttered as he got to the door.

"Goodnight Bradshawwwww." I said before quite literally passing out as my head hit the pillow.

[theloveoffootball10]

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Arriving at Bristol airport I'm speechless as our car takes us past arrivals and to a private terminal. As far as I was aware we were flying from Bristol to Barcelona then on to Asturias but this muppet has clearly arranged a private jet for us! I've flown on private jets before don't get me wrong but I'm more likely to fly commercial than I am private, there's something about private jets that seem excessive but I understand why Lando does it the attention he gets whenever he's in public.

"Y'know I would've been fine on an easy jet flight" I say as we get out of the car picking up all of our luggage including the extra suitcase full of gifts for my dads family "but I do appreciate this"

"Only the best for my girl. I've had the best couple of days with you and I want that to continue"

"Lando I don't think you're ready for what's to come with my dad's side of the family however you owe me a Burger King!" I say laughing. One of my favourite things about going to an airport is grabbing a Burger King before heading to the bar for drink while I wait to board.

"Why do I owe you a Burger King of all things?" The confusion is written all over Lando's face as we make our way onto the jet.

"I didn't have dinner on purpose so I could demolish a chicken royale or a whopper in the airport and you've surprised me with this" I explain as if it's obvious. The man knows me enough to know how seriously I take my food.

"I'm sure I can make up for missing a whopper. Come here you little weirdo" Lando grabs hold of my hand pulling me onto his knee as he sits down "will you be speaking in Spanish more when we're with your family?"

"Yeah I always speak to them in Spanish. It was the reason my mum wanted me to be fluent even though she's broad Manc. Don't worry I'll translate for you" I know Lando doesn't speak Spanish, maybe a handful of words but I want him to be comfortable.

"I wasn't worrying about that. I was thinking more along the lines of how sexy you're going to be speaking Spanish all of the time"

"Is that what you think?" I've never really thought anything of it when I've spoken in Spanish around Lando, if I'm with my dad it comes naturally.

"Absolutely. There's something about you speaking Spanish that's sexy as fuck. Maybe it's because I have no idea what you're saying. You could be telling me I'm a shit driver for all I know but it still sounds good" as I move into my seat for take off I rest my legs across Lando's.

"Don't you know me better than that by now babe? If I was going to tell you you're a shit driver I'd do it in English so you knew what I was saying"

"I hate you sometimes you're a dick" I can tell by the look on Lando's face he's not serious as much as he's trying to keep a straight face.

"I know. Maybe you should break up with me. Most unsupportive girlfriend award winner right here"

"You're right you're the worst. Don't know what I was thinking asking you to be my girlfriend. The really good sex must've blinded me"

"Must be that or the really good blow jobs" I say with a shrug having no idea where this conversation is heading.

"You are really good at that especially when you make eye contact. That's probably my favourite thing of the whole blow job"

"Really? It's funny you should say that because I have a thing for eye contact as well. Looks like we were made for each other Norris" Moving my legs off Lando's I move to get comfortable lifting his arm over my shoulder and snuggling myself into his chest.

"I think we were made for each other. You comfy there?" Lando asks playing with the ends of my hair.

"I am. Nap time now seen as you haven't taken me for a Burger King date" letting out a yawn I have no idea why I'm so tired but I'm going to take any opportunity to nap.

The flight to Spain takes us less than two hours and when we land there's a car waiting for us. I've spent so much of my free time with Lando lately I can't wait to see my family. I already know everyone is going to be here from my grandparents, to my auntie and cousins to the relatives I don't even know how they're related. There's going to be so much home cooked food and the celebrating is going to last for the next couple of days. I might have been born and raised in England but I never have a doubt that I can call Oviedo home.

Arriving at my dad's house I let us in so we can get settled before Lando is introduced to the wildness of an Alonso new year. My dad is already out with the family so it's just me and Lando for now. Having him here with me in Spain is surreal, it was strange having him in Cheshire but it's even stranger being in Spain with him.

"Thank you for coming with me" I say turning to Lando as we walk out onto the terrace. I love my dad's home here. Everything about it is perfect.

"Lu I wasn't going to be anywhere else. I don't care where in the world or what clubs my friends are in, I'm exactly where I want to be. Here with you and we could be in the middle of a field but as long as we were together I wouldn't care"

"You're cute sometimes. I'm going to spare you tonight, we can stay here and I can take you to meet everyone tomorrow. I do think my abuela will send us to the market for shopping" whenever I come home, I'm always the one who is sent to get everything we need for some reason, I don't complain it's just always the way it has been "you need to prepare yourself though"

"Why?" Lando asks and the look on his face is nothing but horror.

"There will be a lot of fish. I know there will be a massive pan of sea food paella for definite and probably a whole cooked fish on the table" I can't help but laugh knowing how much Lando hates fish. I always thought I could be a picky eater until I met Lando.

"I can handle being around fish just don't make me eat it. Please tell me there's going to be some kind of chicken or something"

"Are you sure your allergies can handle being around fish?" I can't help but laugh knowing the extremes this man will go to, to get away from fish including saying he's allergic "of course there's going to be other meat, I'm not going to let you starve. I get it you're an athlete" I say rolling my eyes.

"You're enjoying this aren't you? Oh well looks like we're going to have to find ourselves a different new year kiss if you're eating fish"

"Fuck off you wouldn't dare" I say laughing "anyway when have you ever known me eat fish?" I've never been a fan of fish I just don't go to the extremes Lando does. I'll eat a fish finger or battered cod from a chippy but that's my limit.

"You actually don't do you?"

"Nope but good luck finding someone to kiss at new year" patting Lando's chest I walk inside as my dad comes through the front door "hi papá. I've missed you" hugging my dad I take in his familiar scent. I've always been a daddy's girl and for us, it's been a long time that we've been apart.

"I missed you mi princesa. It's so nice to have you home how was Christmas?" I love how my dad will speak in English when Lando is around so he knows what we're saying. I know Lando doesn't mind if we speak Spanish but I can tell he appreciates the gesture.

"It was good. I've been stuck with this idiot since Boxing Day but we've had a good time. Next year I'll be here for Christmas" for as long as I can remember one year I would spend Christmas with my mum and her family then new year with my dad and his family then vise versa the next year. There have been times when we've all spent it together and that will always be my favourite Christmas memories.

"I heard that!"

"I think you were supposed to mate" my dad laughs as he hugs Lando "good to see you champ"

"You too. Yeah it's good to be able to say that. I might need you to teach me how to win a drivers championship next season"

"You don't need my help with that Lando. You've got that covered yourself. Learn from mistakes you made this season and stay focused but most importantly be confident" hearing my dad give Lando advice is so nice to watch, I love the mutual respect they have for each other as people and as drives. I'm extremely lucky my dad supports my relationship with Lando, so many parents would be against it but it's part of what makes my dad so special.

The next day I spend most of the morning showing Lando around town showing him everything from the market to the main square and the cathedral. It's a beautiful town full of rich history and culture and I can tell Lando appreciates being shown somewhere new as he captures images on his camera.

One of the things I love about Lando is that he's always excited to explore new places. He could've chosen to stay at my dad's place or only go over to my grandparents place but he wants to get out into the streets to experience everything that is on offer.

"What do you think?" I ask later that evening as I walk out of the bathroom doing a little spin for Lando showing off my outfit. I've gone for a red square neck fitted mini dress that is covered in red sequins and has a thigh split on one side despite already being short. I've paired it with simple gold hoop earrings and gold barely there sandals not wanting to take away from the beauty of the dress.

"You look beautiful Lu. I'm so lucky I get to call you mine"

"I wouldn't want to be anyone else's" kissing Lando softly to avoid ruining my lipstick I run my fingers through his hair "you look handsome Lando. I'm not going to lie we make such a good looking couple" pulling Lando into my side I capture a photo of us in front of the mirror together.

"Definitely the best looking couple thanks to me" rolling my eyes at Lando I pick up my clutch bag and walk out of the bedroom to wait for our lift to my grandparents house "you know it's true baby".

The next few hours are spent dancing and singing to every song we hear. My family all absolutely love Lando, I've barely had a moment alone with him since I introduced them to him but it warms my heart. Lando tries with everyone from the oldest to the youngest despite the language barrier, I've noticed him using Google translate a few times but I love that he has and that he hadn't just dismissed the conversation.

"You're mine for the next 30 minutes at least" grabbing Lando's hand I pull him into the shadows with me. It's nearing midnight and I want to be with him as the new year begins. I don't want to have to look for him.

"I'm yours whenever you want me. What's this?" Lando asks as I hand him a bowl of grapes. Twelve grapes to be precise.

"It's a Spanish tradition called las doce uvas de la suerte which means the twelves grapes of luck. Each grape represents a month of the year and you have to eat them in sync with the clock bells chiming. If you finish all twelve grapes by the time the clock chimes end it’s said to bring you good luck for the year ahead”

“I like the idea of that. I could use all the luck in the world for next season and if luck is really on my side I’ll get to have you by my side the whole time”

“I’m going nowhere Lando” kissing Lando I pull away as I hear everyone around us beginning to count down to the new year. Lando’s arm is draped over my shoulder, my arm around his waist and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this safe in a relationship “happy new year babe!”

“Happy new year my girl” Lando kisses my forehead quickly before we both eat our grapes as quickly as we can, thankfully finishing them before the clock strike 12:01. I’m not saying I’m superstitious but I don’t want to know what would happen if we didn’t finish our grapes.

“I love you so much Lando. Happy new year” maybe it’s because we’re hidden in the shadows but I’m pleased my family have left Lando and I to have this moment alone. It feels intimate and I don’t want to share that with anyone.

“I love you Lucía. Feliz año nuevo” Lando speaking to me in Spanish is probably one of the best things I think I’ll ever hear. Looking Lando in the eye I know my only wish is to one day marry this man. He is everything and more than I could’ve ever dreamed of.

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