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Luke Hemmings

Hold Me Tight ♡ Summary: Luke has been plagued by nightmares, but Y/N was always there for him. Warning: hurt/comfort, nightmares

Let Me Love You Summary: Luke knew it wasn’t his fault Y/N didn’t let him get any closer, but he just wished to know what he could do to make it better. Warning: angsty, trusting issues, mentioning of a breakup, the reader may have low self-esteem Two Gummy Worms ♡ Summary: Luke was determined to take Y/N on a night drive. Some things, though, didn’t want to go according to his perfect plan. Warning: friends to lovers, fluff, mentioning of food

He Called Her a Fairy Summary: No matter how excited Luke was to go on tour, it was always too heartbreaking to say goodbye to Y/N. However, that parting was worth going through to meet again. Warning: hurt/comfort, angsty

Eyes Can Speak Too Summary: Being blinded by the feelings for each other, Luke and Y/N didn’t see the obvious things. Warning: friends to lovers, angst, trusting issues, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Sweeter Than Honey Summary: Spending a simple evening with Y/N, Luke realised she was always his happy place. Warning: fluff

Baby Girl Summary: Even in Y/N’s darkest times, Luke was always there to guide her to the light. Warning: hurt/comfort, disordered eating

Why Won’t You Love Me Summary: Luke and Y/N broke up after a few months of dating so they could at least remain friends, but seemed like it didn’t ease the pain. Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Never Doubt Me Summary: A date, it would seem, could not get any worse, but then Luke remembered a painful rumour he heard about Y/N. Warning: argument

No Longer Together Summary: Trying to move on from a breakup, Luke and Y/N found each other at the same room, playing “spin the bottle”. Warning: College!AU, angst, mention of alcohol and a breakup

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Ashton Irwin

Keep It Quiet ♡ Summary: Ashton and Y/N kept their relationship a secret for a while, but one interview made the things a little complicated. Warning: none

Give Me Attention Summary: Ashton and Y/N had been friends for a while. However, everything changed once she found out an unpleasant secret he thought to hide from her. Warning: angst, an intimate moment, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

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Michael Clifford

Don’t Be a Stranger Summary: The tour was over, and Michael and Y/N finally met again. Both were uncertain who they were to each other after months being apart. Warning: slight angst

Calum Hood

Ghost of You Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?  Warning: angst All Too Well Summary: It’s the first time ever when Calum and Y/N didn’t need to be apart, as they were going on tour together. However, things could never just be perfect, could they? Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing

Strawberry Jam Summary: The winter holidays were simply the best for both Calum and Y/N, especially when a heating problem in their house occurred. Warning: fluff, friends to lovers

Password Is Your Birthday ♡♥︎ Summary: Y/N never doubted Calum’s loyalty, however, once controversial photos were leaked, their relationship was put to the test. Warning: angsty, mention of alcohol

Paris Broke My Heart Part 1 | Part 2 Summary: Calum knew he’d lose Y/N each time she’d start a new relationship, but that time it was different. She was leaving the country, maybe forever. Warning: 18+ (non-detailed smut), angst, fluff, friends to lovers, cursing and mentioning of alcohol

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[caketopics]

♔ finding the other wearing their clothes + yk who<3 ?

you keep his shirt (he keeps his word)

Cake prompt

years later, for ana <3

[ghost-of-you]

I love that period of 2019 that Ashton was just done. He was all "i will not participate on shit i don't want to" and "if you make me do it ill look annoyed to whole time" and honestly, it was amazing.

[gauzyfruitcake]

It's the 2nd Annual Murderbot Gurathin Equinox Event!

This event is for creating art and writing about Murderbot and Gurathin, or Murderbot/Gurathin, during the week of the Equinox! We're using the same tag as last year, #mbgequinox. You can find the AO3 collection here if you would like to submit your work there as well. Please post and tag appropriately.

This year, the theme is songs and lyrics. Use the songs listed as prompts, or choose lyrics from the songs, or pick your own! You can post any prompt fill in any order, and participate in as many days as you like.

Sep. 22: Angel Olsen – Never Be Mine

Sep. 23: RY X – A Thousand Knives

Sep 24: Kaden McKay – Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall In Love With You)

Sep 25: Perfume Genius – On The Floor

Sep 26: Hozier – Francesca

Sep. 27: Lost Frequencies ft. Calum Scott – Where Are You Now

Sep. 28: James Blake - Choose Me

Happy creating!

[kquil]

SIRIUS BLACK | PRETTY EYES

request : ooh can i request a one-shot with sirius black doing the readers eyeliner please? <3 thank u so much baby xx —@corp0real

length : 0.5k

“Need some help with that, darling?” Sirius asks from the doorway as he stares fondly at your figure perched at the vanity, trying to complete your makeup with some eyeliner. 

Instead of answering his question directly, you huff and puff out your cheeks as Sirius approaches with a chuckle, “I don’t want to ruin my makeup underneath…” 

He coos at your whining and gently takes your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, “my poor baby,” he pouts, jutting his bottom lip out prompting you to playfully mirror his mock expression, which he laughs at and leans down to press a kiss against your lips. 

“W-wait, Siri!” you stop him with a hand to his chest, “my lipstick is gonna smear,”

Undeterred, Sirius redirects his path and presses a kiss to your neck instead, “Well, good thing I still have other options,” he smirks against your skin and begins peppering kisses up and down the column of your neck as a stray hand creeps up your thigh, waiting for you to push him away. 

“Sirius, my eyeliner!” you refocus his attention after lightly slapping his hand away and bring your eyeliner to his line of sight him, “help me, please,”

“N'importe quoi pour mon amour,” he whispers, sitting down and bringing your face closer as he goes about helping you. 

“Hmm? What was that darling?”

“Anything for my love,” he translates and resists the urge to kiss your smiling lips. For several minutes Sirius takes absolute care in accentuating your eyes with the perfect shape, width and length of liner. He’s become somewhat of an expert seeing as he loves doing these small little gestures for you. He’ll gift you flowers; tie up your hair with the spare hair ties he carries around on his wrists for you, disguised as bracelets; tie your shoelaces; style your hair; paint your nails and more. All those little things have become second nature to him so that you feel his love for you as naturally as the sun breaks the horizon every morning. 

After some time the delicate strokes of the liner against your skin fades away. Sirius then blows some air onto your closed eyelids to tell you he’s finished and awaits the unveiling of your beautiful eyes. 

“Si beau,” he awes when you finally open your eyes and blink at him, the liner adding to your features and arming your stare with the most lethal weapon to his heart, “comment ai-je pu avoir autant de chance?” he whispers, leaning in and tilting his head as if to kiss you, only to stop at the last minute when he remembers your earlier comment. He’s about to lean back when you meet him halfway and kiss his lips sweetly. He doesn’t complain and kisses back. He’s smirking when you pull away but he also raises a brow to ask: why the change of heart?

“You know I love it when you speak French to me,” you sigh and his smirk grows all the more mischievous but there is mutual love in both your eyes. 

“Alors je ne m'arrêterai jamais,”

translations : (forgive me for any errors but i used google translate for all of these)

N'importe quoi pour mon amour : Anything for my love

Si beau : So beautiful

comment ai-je pu avoir autant de chance? : how did I get so lucky?

Alors je ne m'arrêterai jamais : Then I will never stop

a/n : im not doing these requests in order as some need more time than others but again, i hope i did this cute scenario justice and that you darlings enjoyed the read! also! im taking full advantage of the fact that sirius can speak french! ugh! he's so... AHHHHHH! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄&lt;;⁄ ⁄)

navi.

taglist : @melinajenkins @astonishment @until-i-found-you @tiensmamains @celestcies @lovelydoveval @inlovewithremusjohnlupin @calums-betch @futurecorps3 @hihihi1112 @simpingforthe80s @yrluvjane @neeezza101 @rosaleenablack @samanddeansannoyingsis

[bratzforchris]

helloooo :) could you write a dom!luke with fem!reader where luke gets the idea of recording your moans while fucking and trying to get them sampled into a song and it’s just like really hardcore sex and stuff??

Five Sauce

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — What starts as goofing off with your bandmates ends in something much, much more (Kinktober Day 17)

Pairing — 5sos (dom!ash, dom!cal, switch!luke, sub!michael) x female and band member!reader

Word Count — 3.3k

Content Warnings — Smut, group hookup, strong language, doggy style with multiple members, missionary, oral (m and f receiving), spanking every so often, handjobs, overstimulation, sub punishment by dom, orgasm denial, overall filth :3

Note — Well, I definitely strayed from this prompt a bit, but I hope you love it anyways! Please request in my ask box if you'd like the same thing, but solo Luke centric. I figured this counted as some good ole' hardcore smut >:> Also, please note that my writing does not reflect 5 Seconds of Summer in real life in any shape or form. This is for entertainment only.

DNI under 18 please :)

♡

“You’ve actually never had a threesome, Y/N?” Calum asked you. “No offense, but you’re kinda a whore.” he laughed. 

“Shut up,” You said, throwing a pillow towards him. “Some of us aren’t kinky fucks.”

“I mean, he didn’t lie.” Luke shrugged. 

You chuckled, kissing Luke’s cheek. Luke was definitely your closest thing to a partner, but there was definitely some erotic tension within the band. You’d shared makeouts with all, and sometimes two of, the boys, but you hadn’t done anything further than that with anyone besides Luke. 

“Who here thinks Y/N should have a threesome or moresome?” Michael asked, ever the kinky one. 

The band was currently over at Ashton’s house, trading song ideas and lyrics for the upcoming album, CALM. Somehow, probably because of the talk over Wildflower, the topic of conversation had changed from the album to sex. You didn’t mind, if anything, you rather enjoyed it. You’d been in the kink scene for a while, and the talk of having a hookup with more than one person excited you. 

“Oh, I absolutely do,” Ashton said finally, gnawing on his lip. “She needs it.” 

“Says who?” You asked. “You?”

Luke snorted. “You know Ashton loves to be in control.” 

“I dunno, Luke. You weren’t saying that after the Youngblood release party,” Calum scooted closer to the blond. “I definitely wrote ‘I love the way you’re screaming my name’ about that.”

Luke flushed, burying his face in your side. You knew he hooked up with the other guys every now and then, and for some reason, the thought turned you on more than it annoyed you. The blond was more often your dom than your sub, and the idea of him submitting to someone else was a very pretty image. 

“Fine,” You said, cutting right to the chase. “I’ll do it. But you guys have to help.” You chuckled, watching as their faces dropped. 

“Are you actually serious right now?” Michael asked, his dick hardening at the scene that was practically dangling in front of his face. 

“I am,” You nodded solemnly. “What? You guys are hot. Just because you’re my bandmates doesn’t mean I can’t say that.”

Michael moaned, laying himself on top of you and Luke, placed perfectly so that you could both feel his raging hard-on. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“You’re a slut, Michael.” Calum chuckled before leaning in to softly suckle on Michael’s pale, milky neck while using his right hand to slowly palm Luke’s lap. 

The scene in front of you was already making your pussy throb with excitement and you crossed your legs, watching it unfold. Before you knew it, Ashton had come to sit beside you on his large, L-shaped couch. 

“Not participating in the fun, Y/N?” he asked you. “This is about you, y’know.” he hummed in your ear, voice husky. 

“Oh,” You moaned softly as Ashton ran his hand up and down your thigh. “Um.”

Michael and Luke looked at you when they heard you moan. Being a bit more sublike than Ashton and Calum, they were eager to please you. Luke pulled slightly away from Calum, just enough to run his tongue across your jawline and lips, slowly inserting into your mouth and beginning to make out with you. By this point, all five of you were touching each other somehow; the whole scene was definitely leading to something more, hence why Ashton stood up suddenly, hands on hips. 

“Luke, Michael, Y/N. Bedroom, now. We’ll be with you in a minute.” he said, nodding towards Calum and asserting his “dom” voice that you’d heard stories about. 

Michael immediately scampered off, eager to have someone dom him and take control, but you and Luke hung back a bit, eyeing each other. 

“Are you two deaf?” Calum asked. “Go.”

“What if I wanna dom?” Luke asked as he licked his lips, ever the brat. 

“Gee, Luke,” Ash hummed nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you in front of Y/N, now would I?”

Luke blushed a bright pink, looking over at you. “I promise I’m a switch.”

“Yeah, like 20% of the time,” Calum snorted. “Now go.”

You both looked at each other and giggled a bit. You took the blond’s hand and led him to Ashton’s large master bedroom. Your face was already flushed and your sex was throbbing at the thought of watching Luke get punished by either Ashton or Calum. Michael had already propped himself up with a few silken pillows, completely naked and panting heavily as he tried to refrain from touching himself. 

“You really are a pro at being a whore, aren’t you?” You asked him. 

Michael nodded his head, whining softly. “Mmmmm, Luke.” he moaned. 

Luke laid down on the bed, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down. “Awww, you want me to fuck you and have Y/N watch? Wanna get humiliated in front of the hot girl?” he asked, trailing his fingers up and down Michael’s bare thighs. 

The green eyed-boy nodded, looking up at Luke through his lashes. “Uh huh.”

You blushed, kissing Luke’s neck. “Go on. Do it. Humiliate him.” You smirked. 

Luke turned towards you, pausing his seducing of Mike. “You need to be a good girl first. Strip.” he commanded.

You bowed your head and slowly pulled off your shirt, making sure Luke and Michael were watching. After you had tugged your shirt off, you turned your back so that Luke could unclasp your bra. Once he had done so, Luke tugged off his own clothes, eyeing both you and Michael in a seductive way.

“Help please?” You asked him in a sultry voice, fluttering your lashes. 

Luke smirked, landing a smack to your ass before undoing your bra and tossing it onto Michael. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You blushed and then slid your pants off, doing the same thing with your underwear. Within just a few seconds both your panties and your bra were draped across Michael. The whole scene was like something out of a porn, and you knew that Ashton and Calukm would definitely be mad, but that wasn’t stopping the three of you. 

“Kneel, Y/N.” Luke said, denying Michael of any attention that he was so desperately whining and moaning for. 

You immediately did as Luke asked, blushing. “Yes sir.”

Luke eyed you up and down one time before smirking. “Good girl. Now watch.”

He turned to Michael and began to palm his dick, leaving hickeys across the boy’s pale, milky tummy. You couldn’t help but to feel turned on by the scene, your stomach tightening as you watched Luke’s fingers work Michael’s dick. Michael began to moan, throwing his head back and wiggling against the sheets. 

“I know you can do it.” Luke told Michael as he pumped him harder.

You were practically ready to cum yourself as you watched Michael grip handfuls of the sheets in hands as he tried so desperately not to release. Luke wasn’t showing the green eyed boy any mercy and it was hot. 

“Oh god, Luke.” he whimpered. 

“Ah ah, be good for Y/N.” Luke told him. 

Michael whined, wriggling and thrusting his hips. You crossed your legs and bit your lips, knowing you would be next for Luke if you didn’t listen. Even if he was a switch, Luke always pushed you as a dom, but you loved it. Finally, Luke decided he’d had enough of torturing Michael. He gave him one last thrust of the hand before speaking. 

“Go ahead, honey. Show Y/N how pretty you are when you cum.” Luke taunted, running his pointer finger down Michael’s tear-stained cheek. 

He didn’t need to be told twice; Michael immediately let go, covering his tummy and thighs, as well as Luke’s chest in thick, white ropes of cum. The boy panted as he rode out his high, grasping onto Luke’s forearms. 

“Huh huh…” he panted. “Thank you.” he moaned tiredly, smiling up at Luke a sleepy, fucked out smile. 

“You’re welcome. Good boy.” Luke cooed, kissing his forehead. 

When you heard Luke talk like that, you immediately let out a moan, crawling across the mountain of sheets towards him. “Need you.” You whimpered. 

“Did I tell you you could move?” Luke asked, raising a brow. 

You shook your head, looking down at the bed. “No, I’m sorry.”

Luke lifted your chin in his hand, glaring down at you. “You will ask me for permission in the future.”

You nodded, a blush speckling your cheeks. “I understand.”

“I think you need a little punishment, honey.” Luke said, as he bent to reach into Ashton’s nightstand. 

Despite this not being his house, there had been many hookups in this room, and Luke knew exactly where Ashton kept his condoms. He retrieved one from the drawer, pulling it out of the wrapper and rolling it onto Michael’s still erect cock. The blond nodded between you two before sitting back and crossing his arms. 

“Well. Since you two wanted to be so naughty, go for it. I’ll join in when I feel like it.” Luke said with a sneer. 

You and Michael looked at each other, before the green-eyed boy eventually bounded across the king sized bed to you. 

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” he whispered, dipping his head. 

“On top.” You commanded Michael, knowing that would leave a way for Luke to join in which you so desperately wanted. 

He slowly did as you asked, sliding himself between your wet folds and jerking back instantly, in an almost teasing way. “Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect.” You panted out, so beyond horny. 

Suddenly, Michael slammed into you in a way that you didn’t know he was capable of. He began to ride you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back. You quickly joined in, the tightness of your pussy and the way Michael looked so pretty looking down at you making you so much more sensitive than usual. 

Before long, you were already near orgasm. His hips continued to grind into yours, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing around the room. You wondered what Ashton and Calum were doing that they hadn’t heard what was going on, but right now, you didn’t care. 

“Oh,” You whimpered. “Oh Mike. Gonna cum.” 

“Not yet,” Luke said out of the blue, straddling Michael’s hips from behind. “You’re not cumming until I say so. Both of you.”

The blond immediately slammed into Michael’s pretty, pink hole with no lube or condom, making the boy cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The scene was like something out of a pornographic film. Michsel was topping you, panting heavily as Luke edged him, all three of you letting out sensual, seductive moans, whimpers, and pants. 

“Gonna cum.” You and Michael cried at nearly the same time. 

Luke was also nearing his climax, but he was much more skilled at holding his in and being edged than you two were. 

“Go ahead, Y/N. Cum for…” Michael’s sentence was interrupted by the door flying open. 

“What is this?” Calum asked, surveying the scene. 

Luke immediately pulled out of Michael and kneeled, looking down at the bed. “‘M sorry…” he whispered. 

Michael did the same with, quickly covering himself with the sheets and hiding his face in a throw pillow. You straightened up, trying oh-so-desperately to clench your legs. The way the boys had interrupted you three was perhaps the cruelest form of edging there was. 

“Save it, Luke. You know what happens to naughty boys.” Ashton sneered, sitting down on the bed and giving Luke’s blond curls a slight tug. 

Luke whined, his head becoming fuzzy as he slipped into subspace. Michael was already in his headspace, but the way Calum, who was his regular dom, was looking at him made him sink further and further in.

“I think Luke and Michael need to watch,” Ash stated. “I know they’re the ones that started it. They’re just little sluts, right boys?”

Luke nodded his head slowly, blushing. “Yes, sir.”

Michael didn’t speak, but nodded his head, giggling softly.

“Good job,” Ash patted each of their knees before roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. “As for you.”

He began to make out with you passionately, pinning you to the bed as Calum stroked your inner thighs, exciting your nerves. You had never gone further than a drunken makeout with either of the boys, but you were so horny and so close to cumming at the current moment that they were absolutely turning you on. 

“Look at her,” Calum said, placing kisses on your thighs. “So desperate for a cock.”

You moaned into Ashton's kisses, tugging on Calum’s curls. The entire scene was beyond hot. All five of you were spread out across Ashton’s large bed. Luke and Michael were sitting at the foot of it, completely naked and trying not to touch themselves as they watched the doms make out with you. Calum was caressing your thighs with both his hands and his lips, kissing along your slit ever so teasingly. 

Ashton had your arms pinned to the bed and was heatedly making out with you, every so often tugging on your hair. “You want me, baby? Want me cock inside your pretty little pussy?”

You whimpered and nodded, tensing and clenching your legs as Calum hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh…”

“I’ll save the best for last. Let Cal have his fun. You two,” he nodded over at Luke and Michael. “Get cleaned up and in pajamas. You’re going to bed without getting off, sweets. That’s what happens when you get Y/N in trouble.” Ashton’s tone was firm, but he did press a kiss to Luke and Michael’s forehead as they trudged into the bathroom. 

Ashton leaned back against the headboard and pulled his shirt off, smirking to himself as he watched Calum’s tongue edge closer and closer to your opening. The raven-haired boy crouched fully and slowly began to run his tongue along your folds, licking over your clit. 

If there was one thing Calum was famous for in the bedroom, it was not giving a warning. He began to eat out without a word, tongue thrusting in and out of your hole and going over your clit. You locked your legs around his head, crying out. 

“Cal. Feels so good.” You nearly hollered. 

He smirked, lifting his head up so he could speak. “Need to cum already, princess?”

You nodded your head, gripping the sheets and throwing your head back, deep, throaty moans eliciting from your mouth. 

“Not a chance.” he smirked, landing a smack to your ass as he ate you out faster and harder. 

By this point, tears were practically streaking down your cheeks. The lingering feeling of being edged earlier, combined with how good Calum’s tongue felt against your sensitive nerves was pushing you over the edge. 

“Please, need to cum.” You cried. 

“I know you can hold it, baby girl.” he moaned, the vibrations just feeding the feeling even more. 

You shoved your face into your hand as you cried, bucking your hips up. Calum was just making you feel so, so good that your brain was overloaded. “Please.”

Eventually, Calum decided he’d had his fun with you. You’d been such a good girl, and for that, you deserved to cum. “Go ahead, baby. Cum all over my face.” he hummed. 

You immediately did as told, thrusting closer to him as you let go, your cum coating his face. Calum lifted his head up and smirked, wiping the cream from his eyes. “Good fuckin’ girl. She’s a good one, Ash.” he said to his bandmate as he pulled off his shirt. 

You blushed, dipping your head as you caught your breath. “Thank you.”

Ashton smirked, practically ripping off his pants after seeing what a good sub you were. “I want you to watch while I have my fun, Cal. Enjoy yourself.” he chuckled. 

Although Calum was also a dom, Ashton had fallen into the role of lead dom for this particular scene. The brown-eyed boy removed his clothes when Ashton spoke, ready to get off on the scene unfolding before his eyes. 

The honey blond removed his pants before towering over your exhausted frame on his knees. You blushed as you eyed him up and down, staying a minute on his dick. He was much bigger than Luke and Michael and as you glanced over, bigger than Calum as well. 

“Suck.” Ashton demanded. 

You moved yourself to your knees, kneeling before Ashton and fluttering your lashes up at him. “Okay.” You smiled shyly. 

You put his tip in your mouth, running your tongue over the head. Slowly, you took more and more of Ashton’s cock into your mouth. You were bobbing your head and sucking him off rhythmically, giving him quite good head. Eventually, you reached the back of your throat and tried not to gag. The last bit of Ashton’s ten inch dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth you began to pump with your right hand. 

“Good girl.” Ashton moaned, throwing his head back. 

You began to bob your head faster and harder, matching the erotic noises coming from Calum’s mouth beside you as he got himself off. By this point, Michael and Luke had returned from the bathroom where they had cleaned themselves up and were watching the current threesome with wide eyes. They were so used to being dommed by Ashton and Calum that although they weren’t getting fucked themselves, watching them fuck you was a treat in itself. 

“Oh baby, makin’ me feel so good.” Ash said, tugging on your hair and wiggling his hips.

You looked up at him and tried to smile, giving him one last suck as you felt his dick twitch, indicating his need to cum. 

“Gonna cum, Y/N.” he panted. 

Ashton pulled your hair tightly one more time before releasing, all of his cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off his dick, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling. You were absolutely exhausted and the feeling of Ashton’s cum coating your throat was making you feel beyond good. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. 

“You’re such a good girl,” Ashton cooed, kissing your forehead. 

Just as he said that, Calum reached his own climax and came in his hand, moaning loudly. He smirked as he realized the other four of you had just watched him get off and based by the lustful looks in all of your eyes, you had enjoyed it. 

“That’s so hot…” Luke whispered, blue eyes wide. 

Ashton pulled a pack of baby wipes out of his nightstand and pulled a few out before passing the pack to Luke. “Help with aftercare, sweet boy.”

The blond began to wipe down Calum’s chest and hand, leaving kisses along his tanned body as Michael wrapped him in a cuddle. Ashton did the same for you, wiping down your mouth and chest, making sure to praise you and leave kisses all over your body. He quickly wiped himself down before laying down and pulling you into his chest. 

You two scooted over to where Michael, Luke, and Calum were laying. “Band cuddle,” You giggled sleepily. “Thank you guys. For helping me have my first group hookup.” You chuckled. 

“We should get Y/N’s moans sampled into a song,” Luke suggested. “That would sell so many fuckin’ records.”

You giggled softly, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I love you guys. All of you.” 

You got a chorus of “I love you, Y/N”’s back, which made you feel so warm inside. You and this band had had nothing but love for each other for the past nine years. Now, you were finally getting to show it in more ways than one, and you couldn’t be happier. 

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can you do Lady Lesso with prompt 12?

Sure, anon! Thank you for the request!! I took this opportunity to write some more Soft!Lesso 🥰 So, here’s some lovely fluff of Lesso and Girlfriend!Reader for you! 💞

Birthday Comfort ~Soft!Leonora Lesso xFem Girfriend!Teacher!Reader

Mommy… Masterlist

Requests & Prompt-List

#12. “Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless”

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, implied anxiety, birthday anxiety, bad birthday experiences, little angst, crying, kissing, hugging, comforting, etc.

Enjoy (:

The more you got to know Leonora Lesso, the more you found out all the things she hated.

Parties, disruptive students, tickles, pda, and the list goes on and on…

But out of all the things that Lesso disliked, her birthday was by far the worst.

“Wait what…? What’s wrong with your birthday?” You quizzically asked the red head, when she had confessed her distain for the special day.

Leonora huffed, taking a moment to set her half graded papers aside.

“I just never had good experiences with that day.” She confessed, “My parents often made it a big deal, as way to manipulate me. Then when I came to the school, I was afraid to tell people. No one asked, no one knew… It’s just a reminder to me of how lonely it was.”

“Oh Leo… I’m so sorry…” you comforted the red head.

Her words made your heart ache for your girlfriend. And by her tone, you could tell it was a touchy subject, so you didn’t push it any further than that.

However, you did resolve that day, that you were going to do something about her not having any good experiences on her birthday…

~~~

A couple months later, the dreaded day finally arrived…

Lesso woke up with a splitting headache. She winced in pain, getting up and getting herself some advil. She popped two little pills in her mouth and then made her way to her closet to get dressed.

Leonora knew since she lay in bed and her eyes had squinted open, what today was. She just did what she always did. Ignored her birthday. It was for the best, she always told herself.

Before she could enter her closet, you came knocking at her door. Lesso sighed at the distraction, but she had to admit, you as a distraction wasn’t too bad. The red head opened the door to you, letting you into her private quarters.

“Morning!” You chirped, giving Leonora a peck on the lips.

The woman blushed ever so slightly at the physical display of affection. She then grumbled a ‘morning’ back to you, before slowly going back to her previous efforts of getting her clothes for the day. She winced in pain once more.

“Headache…?” You immediately offered in comfort, knowing that look of pain on the red head well.

The woman nodded. As she stood at the door to the closet, Lesso couldn’t help but notice your apparent giddy and excited nature this morning. Your eyes were wide, you were bouncing on your heels, and you were nervously biting you lips.

“What’s up with you?” Lesso chuckled in light amusement, but also with a tone of skepticism.

“Ohh nothing…” you teased her with anticipation, trying to stifle your need to erupt in giggles and smiles, “How about you open your closet…?”

Lesso quirked her brow and then simply opened the door. She looked around for anything that might be out of place. Everything seemed untouched… Except for a one, black and brown, classy box, sitting on the middle of the closet floor.

“What’s this…?” Leonora asked, picking the box up and turning around to look at you quizzically.

“Your birthday present from me” you quipped with a light and happy shrug.

Lesso took a minute to process your words. She stared down at the wrapped gift box.

“I wanted to get you something… Please just open it…?” You explained in a softer voice.

She then nodded without words and began to open the box. Her hand slipped off the brown bow on the elegant black box, and she then opened the lid. The red head placed the box on her desk, then picking up the piece of clothing and holding it out in front of her, in order to get a look at it.

“Oh my…” A small gasp escaped Leonora’s lips as she stared at the fine, tailored trench coat in her hands. She placed it back in its box and said nothing. Her back was now faced to you, making you a little nervous as to what she thought about it.

“So… what do you think…?” You quietly asked.

After a minute, Leonora turned around. Her eyes were glossy as they met your gaze.

“…I’m... uh... speechless…” the redhead stammered.

A tear escaped her eye. You came up close to Leonora, taking her hands in your own.

“I just wanted you to have something nice, a good memory for your birthday…” you whispered.

More tears started to flow down the woman’s cheeks.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

Your own eyes started to tear up now.

“Of course.” You whispered back, tucking a stray strand of your girlfriends hair behind her ear.

Without warning, Leonora took you into a full embrace. For a second, you were shocked, but you quickly thawed out of alarm and snuggled yourself into the red head’s form.

“I love it…” Lesso confessed.

“I love you…” you responded.

“Love you too…” she whispered in response.

~~~

Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Fic WIPs

High school production of Mamma Mia [Our Last Summer]

Remus joins Hogwarts at the start of 5th year [The New Prefect]

Grey’s Anatomy AU [Black’s Anatomy]

Continuation of ‘Teddy’s Dad’

Taskmaster AU

Slow Burn, Single Dad Nurse Remus and Firefighter Sirius [London Boy]

I also have a long list of songs that I’ll add on here that I want to use as inspo.

All I want is you - Farrah

Good Luck, Babe - Chappel Roan

I’m not angry anymore (Interlude) - Paramore

Thnks fr th Mmrs- Fall Out Boy

Used to be Young - Miley Cyrus

Lucky - Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat

Message in a Bottle (Taylor’s Version) [From the Vault] - Taylor Swift

Relapse - Carrie Underwood

I Can See You (Taylor’s Version [From the Vault] - Taylor Swift

The Modern Leper - Frightened Rabbit

Poison and Wine - The Civil Wars

Boys in the Street - Calum Scott

Losing my Religion - The Rescues (Originally by R.E.M)

I Forgive You - Kelly Clarkson

Can’t Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo

Drowned - Tim Minchin

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me - Taylor Swift

Still Holding My Hand - Matilda the Musical

Ghost Town - Benson Boone (this one will kill me 🙃)

Fools -Lauren Aquilina

[constantly adding to this list, feel free to recommend songs that scream Wolfstar]

I’m also super open to suggestions and prompts if you have any 🥰

[lovebombs4life]

best friend - c.t.h

a/n: started as a blurb then turned into a one shot. oops!

prompt: “is that my shirt?”

cw: SMUT! sub!calum, dom!reader, oral (m), calum is an all around slut for reader

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i woke up from the sun peaking through the dark curtains in the room. i had stayed over at calum’s again, along with all the other boys. of course since im calum’s favorite though, i got to sleep in his bed. him and the other boys always took the guest room.

one time during the winter we had all stayed over, and i think i about pissed my pants when i saw all the boys cuddling together in the bed to stay warm.

i sat up from the bed, yawning before rubbing my eyes. i swung my legs over the bed, standing on the cold wood floor. i made my way over to calums closet, grabbing out my favorite sweatshirt of his. i slipped off my t shirt, throwing it on the floor, and pulled the green hoodie over my head.

the sweater was so large it hung down toward my mid thigh, covering the spandex shorts that i was wearing. i walked to the door, swinging it open, and making my way downstairs where i could hear the rest of the boys playing video games.

i passed by them, walking into the kitchen. calum and ashton had done a double take when they saw me, eyes widening as they looked at each other.

i ignored their behavior and grabbed myself a glass of apple juice. i walked back to the living room and sat myself next to calum, setting my glass on the coffee table. he shifted as i sat down next to him.

“is that my sweater?” he asked, looking at me. “mhm.” i hummed as i nodded my head. he shifted around again. i turned to look at him, wondering why he kept moving.

“you alright?” i asked. he nodded, trying to play it cool. “i can go change if you don’t want me wearing it.” i told him. he shook his head.

“no, no, no! it’s totally alright! i just didn’t expect it i guess?” he said as more of a question. i hummed in response, turning my head to watch the boys play their game.

i leaned my head against calum like i usually do, but of course he started shifting his legs again. i ignored it, but still worried i was making him uncomfortable.

a few minutes pass before calum gets up, saying he’ll be right back, and runs upstairs. “what’s with him?” i asked. they all shrugged, not too focused on anything other than their game. i got up to check on calum, heading to his room.

i was about to knock on the door, but then i had heard groaning. i was worried. was he hurt? the noises continued. i should’ve done something, anything other than just standing there, but i couldn’t. that’s when i had heard it.

“fuck, y/n,” he moaned. my face flushed and my eyes widened. oh my god. was he jerking off to me? is that why he kept shifting around?

i pushed the door open quietly and peeked in. sure enough, there calum was, laying back on his bed, with a hand down his pants. i squeezed my legs at the sight. it was something that felt wrong, but so wonderful.

i mean for fucks sake, calum and i have been best friends since we were three, wouldn’t that be weird to think of your best friend that way?

i opened the door wider and slipped myself into the room, and quietly closed the door. calum still hadn’t heard me, and kept doing what he was doing. i smirked at the sight before speaking.

“that feel good, cal? like thinking of me like that?” he shot up and grabbed something to cover up. that’s when i realized he had used my shirt, and had been smelling it.

“don’t get all shy now baby. i know you were using my shirt, thinking of how much you wanted me.” i teased, crawling onto the bed. i grabbed his hand that was holding my shirt, covering himself.

“this alright?” i asked. he nodded quickly. i moved his hand away, seeing his dick hard, red, and throbbing for attention. “all from me just wearing your sweater?” i stroked him slowly. he jerked his hips forward, throwing his head back.

“please, need you to do something, y/n/n.” he gasped. i smirked at his submission, still moving my hand slowly. “such a dirty boy. thinking of your best friend like this.” i spoke before taking him in my mouth.

he cursed at the sudden feeling, his hands flying to my head. he tangled his hands in my hair, groaning as i shoved his cock down my throat. “you love my throat? how it feels on your cock?” i said as i pulled off of him. he nodded his head, pulling me towards his face.

his lips collided with mine, hungrily kissing me. i pulled on his curls, causing him to moan into my mouth. “wanna be inside you, y/n, need you to be around my cock.” he panted. i leaned back from him, pulling my shorts off my legs.

his hands gripped my thighs, rubbing them up and down. they trailed to my lace panties, quickly tearing them off. “hey! those were expensive!” i pouted. he was kissing at my neck, leaving marks on me before speaking.

“i’ll buy you more. just need you on my cock.” he said, grasping my hips, lining himself up at my entrance. i smirked as i sunk down on him, releasing a moan. “oh fuck, cal, feel so good, so deep in me.” i praised him.

he whimpered at the feeling, still holding my hips as he helped me bounce up and down. “that feel good huh?” i asked him. he moaned, looking up at me.

“so good, ah, fuck! feels so good ma’am.” he spoke. my eyes widened at his words. i slowed down and watch his eyes widen too. i smirked at him, speeding up again.

“didn’t know you were like that cal, would’ve fucked you sooner if i knew.” i teased him. he groaned, and i felt him rut his hips up towards me, hitting deeper than he already was.

“fuck, oh god, calum, gonna cum!” i moaned, clenching myself around him. i continued bouncing on him, feeling him twitch inside me.

“wanna cum inside you, can i please cum inside you.” he begged. i nodded riding out my high. i felt hot spurts of his cum hit my insides, running back out onto his dick. i bounced a few more times before i got off him and laid down on the bed next to him.

we laid there together, our breathing the only sounds to be heard. i turned my head to look at him. “guess i gotta wear your clothes more often, huh?” i asked. he blushed, nodding his head. i ran my fingers through his hair before kissing him softly.

“i hope you guys used a condom!”

[kaleidoscopeminds]

the cat's plan

pairing: cake rating: t words: 11,449 tags: roommates, friends to lovers, cats, fluff

Calum would like it to go on the record that Luke never wanted to keep the cat in the first place. Luke would argue that’s not entirely true. Not that it matters anyway, because when Calum shows up in their flat after work, hoodie soaked through, a pitiful mewing coming from his pocket and a beseeching look in his eyes, there was no way Luke would have had it in him to say no.

A fic for the @5sos-fic-fest prompt fic event

[writersdare]

Prompt List – NEW –

Hi-hello, requests are finally open again! I made a longer prompt list this time; as always, you don't have to use it – only if you want to ♡

I'll write for: 5SOS, Stray Kids, BTS. I don’t mind to try to write for other fandoms if I’m familiar with them ♡

Prompt List:

“I can’t fall asleep without you by my side.”

“I don’t know what we are anymore.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Write my name next to yours.”

“Please, remember me.”

“Stay?”

“Stop promising. It’ll hurt so much once you break the promise.”

“I know that you’re hurting.”

“I’m sick of begging for the things that should be normal.”

“Just trust me." — “Oh, I’m trying to, really hard right now."

“Do you wanna go out sometime?”

“I can’t do this any longer.”

“You’re not useless.”

“When are you going to come back?”

“Why are you asking this?”

“I would like to hug you right now.”

“Why did you come?”

“Who the hell hurt you so bad?”

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. It just kind of happened.”

“So, we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“We’re... just friends.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Home is so lonely without you.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend they’re you.”

“Would you finally acknowledge my feelings for you if I kiss you right now? You’re so bad at taking hints.”

“Where’s the smile? They’re going to think I'm holding you hostage.”

“You saved me." — “It’s not a big deal.” — “No. You saved me.”

“Did you hear that?"

“Come on, let's get you home.”

“I understand. I missed my chance.”

“It's been a long day. I'm tired.”

“This is not where I’m supposed to be.”

“I'm sorry, I forgot. I forgot to tell you.”

“What am I supposed to be, impressed?”

"I kissed you.” — “I know, I was there."

“I’d rather end it all tonight.”

“Sorry, just figured you’d want some company.”

“Most people in my life leave.”

“You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.”

I’m fine with writing about almost everything except smut and poly relationships.

– pics aren’t mine and belong to the rightful owner –

© writersdare | all rights reserved

The prompt list consists of quotes I came up with myself, as well as some I found on the Internet ♡

Masterlist | Taglist 

[endlesstwanted]

You Don’t Like Me But I’m Your Friend

It took me a bit, but this was inspired by @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #252 — Spill the tea, as well as a fill for @queer-it-up-bingo may prompt — Aro/Ace. You can read it under the cut and on Ao3 here.

Fandom: New Amsterdam (TV 2018)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Casey Acosta & Lauren Bloom

Tags: Aromantic Asexual Character, Dating, Banter

Summary: Lauren wants to find Casey a date. Casey is at his limit.

Wordcount: 940

Also created for: @multifandom-flash, April Events: compliment day | You Got Guts / @eclipsingbingo, The Rising Moon event | Blind Date / @fandombingo, The Little Prince edition | “You will always be my friend.” / @fandom-free-bingo, Mary time May | “I don’t like you.”

Casey has managed to stay away from Bloom for most of the day. One ambiguous comment on Saint Valentine’s Day after the first failed attempt at romance that ended up in the ER, and the Chief of the department had found her personal goal of the day: trying to get him a date. Casey has rolled his eyes at the idea, and that’s what took for Lauren to push even more. He then thanked two broken bones, a viral infection and a problematic cardiac arrest, which had been keeping them busy and Lauren away from her shenanigans.

He has no interest in dating. He doesn’t do dates, or romance, or anything related to relationships that people expect you to be a part of. He doesn’t hang out with people having the pressure to make them like him, and he’s content with what he has.

A date would just be frustrating. A blind date, moreover, would be confusing for the other person with whom Casey would not seek more than, if it works out, a friendship.

And he doesn’t have time to tell Lauren all of this because now is his tea time: the perfect time-frame of fifteen minutes between the visits of the afternoon have left and the evening emergencies start to flood the room. He’s gotten to the residents’ lounge on the third floor, because the ER may have the best coffee, but he knows where to get his jam from. Well, his tea.

The room is empty and Casey goes through the cupboards in search of his vanilla rooibos, a box he hides behind the snacks he believes are of the oncology resident. He takes one little bag, gets the water, and—

“You got guts.” He doesn’t have to turn around to know it’s Bloom on the door-frame, and he does his best to not roll his eyes again. “Hiding from me in the place where you think I don’t know you go to every day at this time?”

“I’m not hiding. And this can wait ten minutes,” he excuses himself.

“Emergencies won’t wait ten minutes for you to—” she sniffs, leaning to a side to try and get a look at what he is doing. “Wait, what’s that? Vanilla?”

“It is. Which I don’t share with people who try to get me dates.” With the water boiling, Casey folds his arms and leans on the counter, turning to hear Bloom’s intervention.

“What’s wrong with dating? Going out, having fun, doing things with someone you don’t know that you wouldn’t do with someone you do know …?”

“You’re not making it better.”

“Alright, I know blind dates can be scary. But they can be something you can enjoy too, if you don’t expect more than a fun evening.” Lauren smiles. She believes she’s getting somewhere with this. “Based on your dating score, which since I know you remain at zero, you don’t look like you would want anything out of a date. Or … do you?”

“I …” Casey sighs, “don’t even know where to start. I don’t want anything out of a date.”

“Alright, this gives us more room. I can pick someone you know or someone you don’t, whatever you want.” She’s smiling with confidence, and Casey fears what is coming next. “I’ve heard Calum from Accounting is single again, and there’s this cute girl who’s just moved in next door from my apartment!”

“Lauren.” The only way to stop her is using her first name. If Casey knew her middle one, he may use it too. “You’re not reading the room we’re in. I don’t even want a date.”

“So dating sounds like a nightmare to you as it does to me, doesn’t it?” She has come closer as Casey put together his tea and now plays with an open packet of peanuts someone has left forgotten there.

“I’ve never been on a date,” he says. “Well, I think I have been in a couple, but without knowing they were dates. I don’t understand how dates work.”

“So, this whole situation would put you at … unease,” Lauren reasons.

“Yes. I mean, no,” he shakes his head, “I wouldn’t go on a date, to begin with.” He takes a sip from the tea, and hopes the conversation doesn’t escalate.

“Not a romantic date, I get it. But what about … a friends’ date?” She arches an eyebrow. “You have friends. And I know I drive you crazy sometimes, —”

“More times than that,” Casey mumbles under his breath.

“But, I will always consider you my friend. If you consider me yours, that’s it. So, tonight …” she plays with the peanut on her hand instead of finishing the sentence.

“Let me guess, you don’t have plans for tonight, do you?” Casey figures out. 

“Not one,” Lauren replies after throwing a peanut to her mouth. “Ask me on a friends’ date.”

Casey laughs, holding his mug with two hands. “That’s not happening.”

“C’mon. If I ask you, you will say ‘no’.”

“And you’re not wrong,” he points out.

“I’m starting to think this conversation isn’t going to end,” and now she sighs.

“Alright, Doctor Bloom. Forgetting how unprofessional this sounds, you got plans for tonight?”

“We don’t work in the same department, Casey, hanging out outside of the hospital is completely fine.”

He shows a closed smile, full of irony. “I’m not the one pushing the other to have a date here. Think of somewhere you can take me to grab a drink.”

“So, now that this is settled … can I try that?” Lauren looks at his mug. “It smells fantastic.”

“I don’t like you enough. You should get your own vanilla rooibos.”

[littledrummeraussie]

Hi Angie! Can I get a little boyfriend!michael action that’s sweet but also smutty? - sadistmichael 👀💕

Hi Jex, hi hi 👀❤️‍🔥 @sadistmichael 

Here is the rest of the teaser I’ve sent you a few days ago! I think you will like this one 🥰 some sweet, but hot hot Michael smutty goodness for you. I’ve tried my hands at the gender neutral thing, I hope it works somehow!

masterlist. | want to be added to my taglist? | Christmas Blurb Fest 2022

sweet cherry pie. [a smutty Michael blurb]

warnings: boyfriend!Michael. gender neutral reader. [please let me know how it went, and where that could be improved!] some sucking and licking. oral sex (reader receiving). penetration. dirty talk. a bit of an exhibition kink. sex without protection in an established relationship.

I’ve used a few lines from this prompt list which you will find bolded below, so credit goes to @a-cure-for-writers-block

word count: 1600

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“You’re up too?”

Michael sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, feet bare against the cold tiles. You were sitting on top of the counter, so he moved between your legs, arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face into your neck, mumbling his affirmation against your skin.

“Whatcha doing?” he rubbed his cheek against yours and you giggled, ruffling his soft blond hair.

“Eating the last of the cherry pie before someone else gets to it,” you nodded at the plate next to you, sticking a bite onto your fork to put it into your mouth. “Want some?”

He didn’t reply, just opened his mouth, letting you feed him with the sweet dessert. He hummed happily, burrowing back into you and you massaged the back of his neck, earning another soft moan from him.

“You really are up in the middle of the night so Calum wouldn’t eat your pie?” a smile pulled at his lips, fingers teasingly playing with the hem of your night shorts.

“He’s been eyeing them, and you know this was my piece, I just couldn’t eat it,” you shrugged, popping a cherry into your mouth and licking off the juice from your fingers.

Michael knew you loved his friends, but food was never safe when they were around, especially when you were going on a trip and needed to share a fridge. But Michael wasn’t thinking about the others now, no – he was focusing on your fingers and your lips, the juice from the cherry making them an inviting red, and he felt his cock stir while looking at you. His arms around you tightened as he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours, and you moaned when his tongue licked into your mouth, tasting the sweetness from there.

“Gimmie one,” Michael’s voice was husky, eyes quickly going to the plate then back to you, and you reached for another cherry, holding it in front of him.

He took it from you, tongue licking around your fingers and you clenched your thighs together, breath quickening as he sucked on your fingers, green eyes darkening as he held your gaze. Michael’s hands wandered down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before his fingers pushed under your shorts and started tugging them off, lifting you up from the counter.

“Fuck, Mike, what– umpf!” you let out a sound as he pushed you down on the counter, your legs propped up onto the edge as he spread you open, tongue sliding against the wetness between your thighs. “Fuck!”

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbled against your skin, running his tongue over your sex again.

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet, moans muffled against your palm while the other slipped onto the back of Michael’s head, your fingers tangling into his hair to slightly tug on it while keeping him between your legs. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as he ate you out, the sucking and slurping sounds echoing around in the empty kitchen, and you shivered thinking about one of the other guys hearing you.

“What did you think of, naughty babe?” Michael swirled his tongue around, teasing it over your hole as more arousal coated your sex. “You’re absolutely soaked.”

“Someone could hear us–” you bit on your lip as he sucked a sensitive spot, voice turning into a soft whine. “Fuck. Me.”

Michael’s fingers tightened on your thighs, a growl stifled against your lap as he finally pulled back. His eyes were dark and his beard wet with your arousal. He licked his lips, eyes boring into yours before he picked you up again, quickly flipping you over and pushing you down onto the counter, and you knew his fingers will leave marks all over your hips.

You moaned as you felt the cold countertop against your chest, nipples hardening, the thin shirt you wore not doing much to keep you warm. Michael was already behind you, his bulge rubbing against the back of your thigh as he let out his own sounds. You could see him in the reflection of the window, eyes closed and head thrown back as he rutted his cock against your sex, his tip nudging against your hole.

“You want it, baby?” he taunted you sweetly, reaching into his sweats to pull out his dick, leisurely jerking it. “Want my dick in you?”

“Please Mike,” you let out a soft moan, wiggling your ass and trying to push back to feel him against you. “Put it in me!”

“Not so shy now, are you?” he clicked his tongue, swiping the head over your entrance, pushing it in just an inch or two to stretch you, then pulling back. “Not worried about the others hearing you now, are you?”

“Don’t care…” you sighed frustratedly, spearing your legs more as you held onto the edge of the counter. “Please, Mike, want your cock in me!”

Michael growled at your words, fingers tightening on your hips again as he pushed into you, earning a squeak at his sudden move. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, watching his cock stretching your hole, your wetness coating his hard shaft more and more with every inch he pushed into you.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” his fingers ran through your hair, caressing it softly before giving it a little tug, a moan catching in your throat. “Just a little more, that’s it.”

You felt his hips against your ass as he buried his dick deep inside you, staying still while you adjusted to his size, always so big and hard, you were almost surprised the two of you fit together so well. His thumb teased over the sensitive skin where you were stretched around him, slowly pulling out until only his tip was inside of you, then a second later he slammed his dick back into your heat, building up a quick pace. You held onto the counter as he fucked you from behind, chest dragging against the cold marble, moans spilling out of your lips which you tried to stifle against your arm. Michael’s hips slapped against your ass with every thrust, the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you in a frantic pace echoing around the kitchen, so obscene and so fucking sexy.

“Anyone could just walk in on us and see me fucking you senseless,” his fingers dug into your hips as he drilled you, and you would have agreed to anything he said as long as he made you come. “You’re so fucking soaked around me, bet they could hear it upstairs as well, know even before catching us how good I’m fucking you.”

“So good… so deep in me…” you babbled incoherently, arching your back a little so his tip dragged against a sensitive spot inside you, making you gasp. “Fuck Michael, harder!”

“You wanna scream, baby?” he pushed in harder, voice a low whisper as he pounded his hips against your ass. “Does it get you off? Thinking of Calum hearing you begging for my cock and getting off on it? Or Luke getting all hot and bothered just from your voice until he cannot help himself? Do you want Ashton to give you those fucking knowing looks that he knew what we were doing, maybe even make a comment that he enjoyed it too? That’s what you want, baby? Everyone to know how needy you are? How slutty you are for me?”

“Shit, Mike, I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m com–” you choked on your words from the climax running through your veins and how Michael’s palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers as you clenched around his dick.

“I know you love getting off on the thought of them hearing you… but those sounds are only for me,” he growled into your ear, fucking you through your orgasm. “Come on, give me one more!”

His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing your sensitive skin, fucking you until he felt your body tremble, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together and your laboured pants the perfect soundtrack of your midnight adventure. Michael buried his face into your neck, teeth slightly sinking into your skin as he groaned, hips pumping quickly against your heat as he came. He sagged against your body, trying to catch his breath as he pulled out, and you felt his cum running down your thighs, warm and sticky, a sure sign of his claim on you.

“That was fucking hot, baby,” he pressed an open-mouth kiss against your neck where he bit you, fingers softly petting your hips.

“…do you think they heard us?” you let out a breathless giggle, wiggling under his body until he straightened up, tucking his cock back into his sweats before pulling your shirt over your ass to cover you up a bit.

“If they did then they got one hell of a show,” he gave you a toothy smile, a laugh paired with it as he pulled you to his chest, giving a light tap to your ass. “Come on, I’ll help you clean up.”

“I wanna finish my pie,” you gave Michael a pout, knowing he cannot resist it, and he rolled his eyes with a fond smile on his lips, reaching for the dessert on the counter before picking up two forks.

“We can have a picnic in bed, sure. But don’t blame me if I end up eating it off of you.”

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@mymindwide @fuckyeah5sostakemehome @suchalonelysunflower @talkfastromance4 @ashtonsunflower @in-superbloom @wiiildflowerrr @lovelywordsblog @heyitskelseaj @whentherosesbl00m

[tessa-liam]

Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and Mirrors 

-6- You Are the Reason 

Book: The Royal Romance Finale +, Alternate Universe 

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and of friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.’ 

•Catch up: Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist 

•Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’ 

   2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas 

                         Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh  

All characters belong to Pixelberry except Delaney Leigh, Officer Alex Cossoy, Geoffrey Bessler (Amalas’ head guard) 

•Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking, gun violence. 

•Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

•Words: 1774, Read: 9 minutes 

Chapter 6: You Are the Reason 

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Chapter Summary: Arriving back at the Monterissan palace, discoveries are uncovered, and fears are realized. 

Music Inspiration: Need You Now – Lady Antebellum 

                                 You Are the Reason – Calum Scott 

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #27, Prompt #3 - “I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” 

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Monterisso Royal Palace - Seaside Balcony 

It had just turned 10 p.m. and the sun was setting over the Mediterranean Sea. The cool pool water was refreshing as Riley leaned back to submerge under the surface. Even though it was late evening, the temperature in the Capital was still 43 degrees C. 

Amalas slowly lifted her gaze up when she noticed Geoffrey, her head royal guard, step onto the terrace beside the jacuzzi. 

“Your Majesty, please excuse my interruption.” 

“Yes, Geoffrey?” 

“King Liam’s Royal motorcade has arrived at the palace.” 

“Thank you.” Amalas sat up and reached for a towel. 

Noticing Riley was getting out of the pool, “Hey, Ri? Is the pool is too cool for you?” 

Riley laughed, “oh no, the water is amazing. I totally forgot how hot it was out here tonight.” 

“Where are you off to? Would you like another iced tea?” 

“I would love that, thanks. Let me just check on the girls quickly; I will be right back.” 

“I wonder why Liam is coming back tonight?” 

“I am not sure; Leo messaged me earlier and said that they had hit a dead end,” 

Completely unaware that Liam and Leo had just walked out onto the terrace behind her, Riley slipped into her sandals. Liam lifted his finger to his lips to signal to Amalas not to alert her. 

Amalas chuckled as she watched her surprised friend turn and then ‘yelp’ when she was lovingly encased in the arms of her husband from behind, as Liam caught her off guard. 

“My love, maybe it would be better if you join me in the jacuzzi instead of roaming around the palace in your towel?” Liam whispers in his smooth, deep baritone into her ear. 

Smirking, Liam grins as Riley shakes her head. 

“Well, I’m delighted you came home early,” Riley coos. 

Turning and slipping her hands up Liam’s chest, she reaches up to kiss him ‘hello’.  

“Hey, Ri, how is the water?” Leo interrupts. 

Sauntering up to Leo, Amalas quips, “well, there is another way to find out.” 

Leo leans down to kiss her cheek. “Is that so? Care to take a swim with me?” 

Amalas coyly smiles, “follow me.” 

*** 

“So, tell me, Liam, what happened today? What changed?” 

Liam looked at the ceiling, “I overheard that the Interpol intelligence reports showed that this palace would likely be the location of where my ‘supposed’ sister would be.” 

“Liam, who did you overhear?” 

“Alex Cossoy. He was confiding that to Olivia.” 

“Oh my God, here?” Riley gasped. 

“He told Olivia that his gut feeling was that this woman has a connection to the royal guard here in the palace through Bastien.” 

“Bastien? Bastien again! It seems like there is a covert underground spy network between our countries.” 

“Well, I am delegating this investigation to my brother. Leo has agreed to head the investigation with the assistance of Interpol here in Monterisso.  

Since Officer Cossoy is assigned to Cordonia, he will lead the investigation from our palace. Olivia has already offered her assistance to Interpol. 

Liam stopped, turning to Riley, “I need to get you and Ellie out of Monterisso now. It's not safe here; we are going home.” 

Spotting the King and Queen walking towards her, Mara, who was standing guard outside the princess’ room, bows. 

“Your Majesties.” 

Riley nods and walks inside of her daughter’s room. 

“Hello Mara, any issues to report?” Liam asks, noticing the guard’s attention was focused behind his right shoulder. “Your Majesty, I need to report a concerning incident that I witnessed earlier this evening.” 

Officer Cossoy, responding to Mara’s request stepped alongside Liam. 

*** 

Mediterranean Sea, Monterisso 

“Never have I ever, ever thought I would someday be swimming in the Mediterranean,” Delaney smiled widely. 

Drake answered back, “never have I ever thought I would be skinny dipping with a hot blond in the Mediterranean." He raised his eyebrows and grinned. “...but, here we are!” 

Wanting to get closer, he stepped forward. admiring her curves underneath her bikini top. 

“Well, not yet, anyway.” Drake chuckled reaching for the tie of her top. 

“I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” Delaney asked curiously. 

“I think it’s time to teach you how to swim.” 

Delaney gasped and started to walk backwards away from him. 

“Tonight? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“Not in a lake, not in a pool, but in open water,” he told her confidently. 

She stared at him, “you mean like, here in the ocean?” 

Delaney had told Drake her fear of deep water. Drake had made a promise of teaching her to swim so that her fears would diminish. 

He nodded, “I know you can do this.” Walking towards her, Delaney stared at his broad, ripped chest. 

Delaney thought about it, “Why are you so sure I can do it?” 

Drake smiled, “Because you’re smart and beautiful, and you can do anything you put your mind to. 

Come on, get your suit off and come here,” waggling his brows he closed the distance, drawing her close. 

“And there it is!” Delaney giggled. 

*** 

Eleanor’s Chamber 

The nightlight glowed soft blue as Riley entered the room. Ellie was wide awake, sitting on the bed, holding her lovey tightly. 

“Mommy!” Her bottom lip quivering as she raised her arms for a hug. 

“Sweetheart, what is it?” Riley rushed to her bedside and enveloped her daughter in her arms as Ellie started to cry. 

“I’m scared. I want to go home.” 

Riley knelt down beside her. 

“It is late. I am sorry you are afraid. Tell me about your bad dream.” 

“Mommy, I didn’t have a dream.” 

“If you cannot sleep, I will sit with you.” 

“I don’t like that lady.” 

Puzzled, Riley asks, “What lady, sweetie?” 

“The lady who was reading a story to me and Mikky. The one who looks like Daddy.” 

Shocked, Riley gasped, finding it hard to breathe. It took every strength to hold it together and to remain calm in front of her daughter. 

“Li..Li..Liaaammm” Riley cried out.   

*** 

Walking along the shore, hand in hand, Delaney and Drake were close to the palace as Drake started to slow. Looking sheepish, he turned, and paused scanning the outside perimeter of palace terrace. 

“Drake? Where did our backpacks go; I don’t see them anywhere.” 

“Stay here, I will run up and take a closer look.” 

Close to the exterior wall of the palace, he spotted a tall figure looking up to the terrace with binoculars. 

Slowing his movements, he called out, “excuse me, have you....” 

“Freeze!” 

Before his eyes, Drake watched as two men pointed their firearms at the figure in the shadows. 

‘Shit, what the hell?’ 

He stood motionless as the lone figure turned and started to run. 

A gunshot rang out as one of the men fired a warning shot into the air. 

His next thought was, ‘Delaney!’ as someone pulled Drake down to the ground from behind. 

“Who the fuck...”, Drake jostled hands off his shoulders. He stopped and turned as Olivia lifted her eyebrow. 

“Just say ‘thanks’, Walker.  

Drake felt relief when he spotted Delaney standing at a safe distance at the seashore. 

Olivia and Drake turned and noticed the lone figure being arrested; cuffed and led away, Lena was silent. 

*** 

Leo and Amalas heard the sound of a gunshot, as they were talking and lounging inside the jacuzzi. 

“What the hell!” Leo jumped up looking toward the barrier wall of the terrace. 

“Your highness, get down.” Geoffey shouted as members of the Monterissian Royal guard surrounded their queen. 

*** 

Liam pushed Mara aside as he bolted into Eleanor’s room. 

Noticing Riley’s fear stricken look and his daughter crying in her arms, he knelt down beside them and enveloped them protectively. 

Officer Cossoy entered next, with his gun drawn. Mara locked and secured the door behind her as she noticed royal guards standing at attention in the hall outside. 

“Your Majesties, there is a situation developing outside and the palace is in lockdown.” 

*** 

The sound of the engines could be heard from outside the SUV as it moved closer to the Royal jet on the tarmac. 

Riley watched Drake help Delaney out of the lead SUV already stopped up ahead. 

“Are you ready, my love?” Liam asked Riley, as he lifted Ellie, fast asleep, from her car seat. 

“I am.” 

He smiled, “Then let us go home.” 

Taking her hand, he led her to the door of the jet. 

“Your majesty,” Mara greeted as the nanny lifted the sleeping princess from Liam’s arms. 

As the jet took off, the sun was rising on the horizon. 

[snelbz]

Bros {Nessian}

Modern AU. So much fluff you’ll get a cavity.

Co-written with @theladyofdeath.

WC: 3,261

Based on the following “prompt”:

She missed the way he used to manhandle her.

Mother’s tits, he was a monster in bed. Crazed, nearly animalistic, completely unhinged, and she had loved it. From the first time they’d slept together, Nesta was hooked. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t stop the throbbing between her thighs the moment he stepped into the room. 

He fucked like a god. Before him, she was convinced she knew what good sex was. It was clear after he came into her life that she had never truly orgasmed before. Those little things she used to claim as orgasms were nothing, miniscule, complete and utter jokes compared to what he did to her. 

Yeah. They’d had a hell of a sex life. 

But that was before he knocked her up. 

It had been six weeks since their baby had been born.

It had been six weeks since they’d had sex.

The soft cry from the bouncer beside the couch had Nesta sitting up tall. She had nearly fallen asleep, dreaming of all the lustful things her boyfriend used to do to her before she had squeezed a baby out of her lady bits.

As she picked up their son, Nesta settled onto the couch and pat him lightly on the back as she cradled him. He was beautiful, with his little dark curls and hazel eyes. He looked just like his father.

Said father was back at work, his company only allowing two weeks for new fathers to adjust to parenthood, while Nesta had another six weeks to spend at home with their boy. Her sisters often stopped by, if they had time off during the day, but both of them were busy today as well.

She’d learned the difference between Calum’s wet and hungry cries over the last couple of weeks and knew that the wobbling that accompanied his current wail meant it was time to eat.

Her enormous, aching breasts confirmed that.

As Calum latched and began to feed, Nesta sighed.

She was content with her life, was beyond in love with Calum and Cassian. She was happy with where she’d ended up, but that didn’t mean she didn’t sometimes miss the way their life had been before they’d unexpectedly gotten pregnant with Calum.

It was difficult to explain.

When one becomes unexpectedly pregnant, everything happens so quickly. One day, Nesta woke up with no responsibilities and her own apartment. Now, Nesta was living with Cassian and had so many responsibilities that she often felt like she didn’t have enough hands or time to do everything she had to within a twenty-four hour period. It wasn’t that one was better than the other. She simply just hadn’t had time to catch her breath before her life completely changed.

As Calum drank, Nesta let out a long breath. She smiled down at her newborn, his dark, curly hair a mess and his eyelids drooping. 

He was so cute that it physically made her chest ache. 

“I would spend nine months in misery for you to come out looking like you’re daddy,” she muttered, brushing the wisps of his hair back. 

Calum didn’t seem to mind. Not as long as he was eating. 

Nesta snorted. “You know, when daddy and I started dating—” 

The words faded from her lips as quickly as they had come. Dating. Is that what they were? Dating? He had never really asked her out on a date. Well, he had asked her out on the first date that they had shared…that had ended in sex. Again. And again. And again. 

For months.

That first date that had turned into sex had turned into hanging out and everything had been perfect…but it had just occured to Nesta that they had never defined their relationship. Even once she had become pregnant. Even once she had given birth.

They had never defined their relationship. 

Was Cassian even her boyfriend?

He’d never introduced her as his girlfriend, just as Nesta. She’d never thought anything about it, since she had been very clearly carrying his child, so it hadn’t needed to be stated but…

She never called him her boyfriend either, but she never had any reason to. It wasn’t like they went out very often. Since Cassian went back to work, he’d stop and pick up dinner on the way home and they’d eat and one of them would pass out.

As Calum finished eating, she pulled the top of her tank top back up and stood, groaning softly. Six weeks and she still didn’t feel like herself, but now not only did her body feel out of sorts, her head did, too.

If they weren’t in a relationship, what were they? Co-parents? Roommates? Was Calum their third roommate in his mind?

As she burped and changed her son’s diaper, Nesta’s mind was going a thousand miles a minute. She was overthinking things, she had to be. No, she and Cassian hadn’t been together long, but that didn’t matter. She cared about him, she loved him…and she suddenly realized that she wasn’t sure if she’d ever told him that. He’d sure as hell never told her, but…

With a clean diaper and full belly, Calum was asleep before Nesta even reached the bassinet. After gently laying him down, she sat down on their bed, praying the boxsprings wouldn’t squeak and wake him. Laying down on her side, she watched him sleep, wondering if she had interpreted the last year completely wrong.

The sound of the bathroom door snicking shut woke Nesta and she sat up and looked around. It had only been about an hour since she’d fed Calum and dozed off, but that was long enough for Cassian to make it home from work. She could hear him moving around behind the closed door and her earlier worries slammed into her again.

As her body filled with anxiety, she wondered how pitiful it would be to flee. She had never been good with confrontation. Especially when there wasn’t even confrontation to be had.

She was being ridiculous.

She knew she was being ridiculous. 

Yet, she couldn’t shake her thoughts that ran wild.

The door to the bathroom opened and Cassian stepped into the room. His chest was bare and his sweatpants were slung low on his hips. He only took a step into the room before he saw she was awake and gave her a small smile.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Sorry, I didn’t wanna wake you.”

“You didn’t,” Nesta replied, even though it was an obvious lie. Calum was still sound asleep in his bassinet. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” he said, shrugging as he approached the bed as quietly as possible. He set down quietly, carefully shifting his weight to avoid any squeaking or creaking from the mattress. “Yours?”

Nesta hesitated. “Fine.”

It was that damned hesitation that made Cassian frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she lied. “I’m tired.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. She was tired. Exhausted. It was one of the perks of motherhood. 

“What else?” He turned towards her, facing her on the mattress.

“I said nothing,” she snapped and guessed it was louder than she meant for it to be, since Calum’s low whimper at being suddenly awoken turned into a cry.

It didn’t matter how quick Nesta tried to be. She was still in too much pain and Cassian wasn’t healing from a thirty-seven hour labor. He was there, scooping Calum up before Nesta could even get off the bed, gently rocking the newborn as their sleep training classes had instructed them to. Shushing him softly, Cassian’s eyes bounced between Nesta and their son. “It’s okay, buddy,” he crooned, resting him against his bare chest.

The cries quieted to discontented grunts and Cassian asked, “Is he hungry?”

Nesta shook her head as she settled back down onto the mattress. “He shouldn’t be. He only ate an hour ago.”

Leaning down, Cassian laid the baby on the bed and checked his diaper. Sure enough, the stripe was bright blue. After he was clean and dry, he grabbed the discarded pacifier out of the bassinet and popped it into Calum’s mouth. After only a minute, he was snoozing again and Cassian laid him back down.

“There,” he said, sighing as he sat down next to Nesta. He gave her a smile and rested a hand on her knee. “Now what’s wrong?”

Nesta took a deep breath. “We don’t have sex anymore.”

Cassian blinked. He opened his mouth to reply then closed it. Finally, he said, “Nesta, you had a baby six weeks ago.”

As if she wasn’t aware.

“I know I did,” she replied, dropping her head into her hands. “I know, and I know that’s why it’s been so long, but we just…” She looked up at him and he wasn’t expecting her eyes to be filled with tears. “We used to have so much sex.”

Again, Cassian was stunned into silence. “You…want to have sex?”

“Yes. No.” Nesta buried her face into her hands again. “I don’t know.”

“Nesta, look at me.” She didn’t move, so Cassian put his finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his. “What is going on?”

“What are we?”

The words burst out of her before she could stop them.

Cassian huffed a laugh but puzzlement lingered in his eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Me and you,” she said, trying to keep her voice down but growing frustrated. “We went on one date then we fucked and then we just kept hanging out and having more sex until I got pregnant, and now we live together with a baby. But, is that all we are? Am I your baby mama? Am I your girlfriend? Because that sure as hell was never established.” A tear had fallen down her cheek that she angrily wiped away as the words rushed out of her. “So, yeah, what are we?”

Cassian just stared at her. “Are you serious?”

Nesta tried to keep her frustration in check. “Yes.”

An eyebrow arched as he met her eye. “We’re bros, Nes.”

Nesta’s jaw locked as she pushed herself off the bed, mumbling about how he couldn’t even have a serious conversation before she hobbled out of the bedroom.

She could hear him groaning as the bed creaked, and then he was in the hallway behind her. Yet, he was laughing as he said, “I’m just kidding—”

“I’m not,” she said, and those tears returned as she spun around to face him. 

His smile faltered as he beheld her expression. With a sigh, he stepped toward her and wiped away her falling tears. “You’ve seriously been sitting around thinking about this all day?”

“Not all day,” she corrected, crossing her arms. “I don’t think about you every minute you’re gone.”

But she did think about him most of the time.

That light returned to his eyes and oh, he knew. 

As soon as the light came, it faded, his own thoughts beginning to run wild. “Have I done something lately to make you doubt how much you mean to me?” 

“No—”

“I haven’t meant to be distant,” he went on, frowning. “I was just giving you space until you were ready to have sex again.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I never want you to feel pressured, like I need it. I mean, I like it. I think I’ve made that clear. But, I don’t want you doing something you’re not ready for just because I want to.” When his hand fell back to his side, he was still frowning. “I haven’t been avoiding you or anything, have I? I know having Cal kind of takes us away from having any time for the two of us, but I still try to show you that I care.”

And he did. 

All the time.

With little kisses and the way he held her at night, well into the morning. He’d tell her how beautiful she looked every day, even though she knew that she looked like a hot mess. 

“I’m sorry if I haven’t done a good job at that,” he finished.

“You have,” she replied, sniffling. “It’s just my stupid hormones and —”

Cassian stepped forward, cupping her face in his hands and kissed her lightly. “Your hormones aren’t stupid, but they are a bit on the wild side right now.” He rested his forehead against hers. “What brought this on?”

She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I was telling Calum about when we started dating except I realized we don’t have an anniversary and that we never made things official.”

Cassian stared down at her. “Yes, we did and yes, we do.”

She shook her head, pushing on his chest to back up and see his face. “You asked me out after Feyre and Rhysand’s housewarming party. We went to dinner that weekend and hooked up. Then we just kept hooking up until I got pregnant.”

As she listed the events leading up to the beginning of their relationship, she ticked them off on her fingers one by one.

His eyebrows were furrowed. “Remember the night you came over after I got off work and I ordered Maggiano’s and we forgot to eat it because we ended up fucking on the couch?”

Blinking, Nesta could vaguely pull the night from her memories. “Somewhat.”

Cassian was smirking. “I asked you to be my girlfriend while we were having sex.”

Nesta pursed her lips. “Seriously, Cass? It doesn’t count if you ask while we’re having sex! Besides, we were already tipsy. That night’s a little blurry.”

“I remember it,” he promised, and kissed her again. “I remember you saying yes while I pounded into you again and again and again…” His words trailed off with every touch of his lips against the side of her neck. 

“Romantic,” Nesta mumbled, even as her head fell to the side, eyes falling shut as his mouth roamed. 

“Maybe not,” he agreed with a huff of laughter. He leaned back to meet her gaze. “Should I ask again in a more romantic way?”

“Depends,” she said, eyeing him suspiciously. “How would you ask?”

“Hmm.” His arms around her tightened as he pretended to think. “For one, I’d keep it in my pants until you said yes.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Charming.”

He grinned in agreement. “I’d also take you somewhere nice. Nice scenery. Sunset.”

Nesta snorted. “Cliché.”

Cassian chuckled. “Well, I went for the opposite of cliché the first time and you completely forgot about it.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “Asking during sex is also cliché . And completely ridiculous.”

“Stubborn woman,” he said, shaking his head. “Then how about you tell me how you’d like to be asked, considering I apparently have no fucking clue what I’m talking about.”

“I’m not going to tell you how to ask me to be your girlfriend,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest and heading for the kitchen.

“What if I told you how much I loved you?”

Cassian’s words made her stop in her tracks. She froze where she stood, turning to look at him.

“What if I told you what an amazing mother you are? About how I was in awe of your strength in the delivery room, your perseverance and sheer will?” His eyes were soft as he walked towards her and she sniffled once, trying to convince herself she was done crying. As he paused in front of her, she knew it was a futile effort. “Nes, when you told me you were pregnant, I was scared shitless, I won’t lie. But I also was so excited. Cause I knew it meant I got to keep you forever.”

The soft sob that left Nesta wasn’t a sound of a breaking, it was acceptance and hope.

“I love you,” he whispered, framing her face and tracing her bottom lip with his thumb, “and I’m a dumbass for not telling you sooner. You’re my best friend and my girlfriend and the love of my life and the mother of my son. And yeah, you’re my bro, too.”

Nesta was laughing, even as tears continued to stream down her face. “I love you, too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with everything she had in her tired body. His arms snaked around her waist and she pulled back enough to breathe, “But I’m not your bro.”

“Oh, you’re my bro,” he said, wide grin spreading. “And I can’t wait to remind you while I’m inside you.”

Rolling her eyes, Nesta kissed him one last time before continuing into the kitchen. “So when is it?”

Cassian followed after her, leaning a hip in the counter as she opened the fridge. “When is what?”

She leveled him with a look. “Our anniversary.”

“Oh.” Cassian turned and opened the cupboard, pulling out the jar of peanut butter. “October eleventh.”

It was quiet as Cassian unscrewed the lid and put a spoonful directly into his mouth, but then she asked, “The eleventh?”

He nodded, unable to speak, peanut butter coating his entire mouth as he looked in the cupboard for—

“You mean it’s today?”

Cassian dropped the spoon. His eyes found the calendar Nesta kept hanging on the wall.

Sure enough, it was the eleventh.

Turning towards Nesta, he saw that her blue eyes were blazing. “You forgot our anniversary?”

He’d grabbed a water bottle and cracked the lid draining half of it. Once he could speak again, he said, “You didn’t even know we had an anniversary until three minutes ago! You forgot I even asked you!”

Nesta scoffed. “Yeah, so I have an excuse. You don’t. You forgot our anniversary.” 

He stared at her, dumbfounded. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“And if I’m not, Cass?” She asked, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. “If I’m not shitting you?” His eyes narrowed at the mischievous glint in her eyes. “I expect flowers. Maybe a card. A little seduction. It’s our anniversary for the Mother’s sake.”

“Insufferable,” he began, shaking his head. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m going to take a nap,” Nesta announced, fiddling with the top of the vitamin water she had pulled out of the fridge. “Wake me when—”

Peanut butter long forgotten, Cassian caught Nesta’s hand as she strode passed him and pulled her back. His mouth found hers and she sank into him. There was something about kissing Cassian that felt like the first time, every time.

He was captivating. He had been the first time she had kissed him, and he was now. In the middle of the kitchen, Nesta’s arms went around his neck.

After a minute, she pulled away and whispered, “You taste like peanut butter.”

He laughed and she could feel the deep rumble in her own chest. “It’s a good thing you love peanut butter then.” Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers one more time. “I’m sorry I forgot our anniversary. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t realize we had an anniversary.” She buried her face in his chest. “I’m the worst girlfriend ever.”

“The best,” he corrected, making sure she was looking at him, that she saw the sincerity in his eyes. “The best girlfriend and the best mommy.”

Despite the fact that it was their anniversary, despite that Nesta had said she wanted romance and seduction, they returned to their room and fell asleep, in their bed, lying in each other’s arms.

At least until their newborn woke them up again.

[lovesosweeet]

MAY THE BEST MAN WIN

competing for the best toast at their best friends' wedding, calum and tanner go from being pretend rivals to… something like friends. maybe a little more? may the best man win.

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A/N: my contribution to the 5sos friends to lovers fic fest! this was lots of fun. epilogue maybe coming soon?

prompt: Characters A & B are very close friends of C & D who are getting married today. A is C's best man and B is D's best man. Obviously, they have to spend a lot of time together planning bachelor parties and arguing over who is going to write the best speech. Before the wedding, B needs help doing up his tie, and A's fingers keep scraping against his skin. Surely a kiss between the best men isn't such a bad idea, right?

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