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[oktobersilver]

♡Making Love to The Ultimate Mind.♡

summary: John ends up getting a bit handsy underneath the dinner table.

contains: smut, teasing, rough sex, ect this is also the arena era!!!

You and John had been dating for several months now, and by this point you knew all of his bandmates pretty well, they had all just got done with their most recent concert, 'as the lights go down' which would be put out as their upcoming live album 'Arena'. You and everyone were all beyond proud of how the show turned out, especially proud of your boyfriend, John.

You met with the band backstage before the tour bus arrived, John walked up beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist before pulling you into a sweet, loving kiss.

"What d'you think of the show? I think it went rather well, probably one of our best ones." John said, looking at you with a sweet smile.

Y/N smiled brightly at the tall man, "I loved it! As always though, I'm proud of you, I'm proud of everyone, I know how hard you all worked on everything and it most definitely paid off." Y/N expressed, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek as the rest of the band flooded backstage.

Simon appeared next to John and gave him a pat on the back, "Hey John, hey Y/N! Concert was pretty fun wasn't it?" He spoke energetically, smiling at the pair.

The two nodded as the rest of the band sat around backstage, including Roger sitting outside for a bit.

Roger walked back in, smiling at everyone as he cleared his throat. "I ordered takeaway for all of us, I got some extra too." He said as he ran his hand down the back of his jet-black hair.

Everyone nodded in agreement, to be fair it was around usual dinnertime, so it was best if everyone got something, especially considering the long show that they had just got done with.

Fast forward, they all head back to the studio with the dinner for the night, you noticed a few glances from your boyfriend, John, but you didn't take it too seriously.

You all sat down at the dinner table, everyone got their food and began eating, talking, ect.

You felt a hand slowly go up your thigh, you glared over at your boyfriend, John, who was sitting right beside you, seeing the faint smile that crawled across his lips.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and you knew he did, his hand slowly started to make its way to your inner thigh, teasing you ever so slightly.

You tensed, shuddering as you glanced at him, you knew he was enjoying every second of this. To be fair, you were getting off on it too.

Simon turned his head to you, "You okay over there, Y/N? Got the chills?" He asked with a near mouthful of his dish.

You cleared your throat and nodded, "I'm fine! I just get cold chills sometimes." Y/N quickly answered with, Simon shrugged it off and continued talking to Roger, while Nick and Andy talked about their next album.

John's hand made its way under Y/N's waistband, creeping to your sensitive spot, his slim fingers stroked your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, making you almost buck your hips into his touch.

You bit your tongue, feeling your stomach curl as the tension between you and John practically boiled at this point. You could see him starting to get hard, so you decided to slip your hand under the table, palming his developing boner.

Y/N saw the look in his eyes, fully lust blown by this point, his cock hardened under your hand, Y/N began also teasing him at a painfully slow pace.

John's fingers slipped inside of you, curling inside of your pussy, you choked back every bit of noise that was to come from your mouth, spreading your legs as you couldn't help but ever so slightly lean into his touch.

Y/N cleared her throat as John pulled his hand away. "I'll be right back, I have to wash my face for the night." Y/N announced, glancing at John, signaling him to follow along.

The two walked down the hallway, Y/N walked into the bathroom that was there, feeling a tug on her arm.

You looked at John, suddenly you were slammed against a wall, his leg was pressed against your pussy as his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, biting at his lip as you quickly hustled to get your clothes off.

John helped you as he stripped of his clothes, holding you up as his hands enveloped your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Baby, please, god I need you in me so bad" Y/N cried out, John's cock slid against your entrance, teasing you in the most cruel way.

"Do you really? God, I'll fuck you properly, I'll fuck you until the only thing that you remember is my name." John uttered before leaving marks all scattered across your neck.

You pleaded for him, until his cock slammed into you, causing you both to moan as his dick struck inside of your pussy, throwing his head back as his bleached fringe fell infront of his lust-blown eyes.

You both panted into eachothers mouths, feeling his cock hit every single one of your sweet spots, sending you closer and closer to the edge.

His lips took over yours, your legs clenched around his body as you dug your nails into your boyfriend's shoulders. His throat rung out a low groan as his cock filled every inch of your pussy.

You bit your lip, slinging your head back in pure pleasure as you cried out, "Oh, fuck! Harder, baby, please!" Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, feeling the boiling pit of arousal curl inside of you.

John's pace began to get harder, cursing profanities under his labored breath as he hung his head down by your neck, his thrusts getting sloppier as he neared the edge.

You could feel the heat rush all throughout both of your bodies, both of you were slicked in a thin layer of sweat, feeling every inch of him fuck you raw. His hard cock hitting your G-spot, effortlessly with every move.

You could barely hold your eyes open, you were practically crying for him, god, you've needed him all day, and he most definitely needed you.

"Y/N, I'm close, fuck I'm close." John pleaded, you could feel his precum start to release inside of you.

Profanities spilled out from under a mix of your breathy moans, becoming an absolute mess, all because of John.

"I'm close baby, I know, I know, please!" Y/N begged, groaning his name between your teeth, that was all it took to push John over the edge.

His cum shot inside of you, spilling all throughout of your pussy as his lips clung to yours as you both felt the aftershocks of your shared orgasm, he slowly set you down, kissing you passionately in the same exact spot you had just gotten fucked in.

You kissed his cheek, nudging your nose against his. "Should we clean up sweetheart?" Y/N said with a slight giggle.

"Probably, the others are probably wondering why it takes so long to wash your face too." John replied, followed by a shared chuckle.

⊰ END ⊰

[davidgilmourwife]

𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

After cuddling on the couch watching a movie, it becomes more intense when multiple kisses get involved.

Words: 1.1k 

(nsfw!)

  I was laying on John's chest, continuing to watch the movie that we both had put on. I could hear his giggles when he found the movie funny. It made me smile. I could hear his breathing and his heartbeat as I continued to watch the movie. Once the movie had ended, I got up from his chest, noticing his eyes looking straight at me instead of the television screen. He had a small smile, it was as though he was admiring me. “Are you tired, darling?” He continued to admire me, it made me feel like a mess. I shook my head no, smiling back at him. “No. Was someone distracted while watching the movie?” John went red a bit, throughout watching it, I could feel as though someone was watching me, and by then I instantly knew it was John. He let out a quiet “Maybe” looking away to hide his face. I made him look at me, locking eye contact with him before giving him a small kiss on his lips.

  Once I had pulled away he pulled me back in for more. Instead of laying on him now, I was sitting, with one of his hands caressing my hip. My hands cupped his face, with the one kiss I gave, turning into more. His other hand lay on my hips as well, it was as though we couldn’t pull away from each other. I know for certain I didn’t want to pull away, and neither did he. He was wearing sweatpants and a black tee. He slowly started to move my hips, rubbing on his sweatpants, and with every kiss, I could feel it getting harder. He looked up, a flustered mess, trying to not make eye contact with me. I couldn’t help but be a mess when I saw it. I touched it gently, and his whimpering got louder. I could hear a soft “Y/n…” leave his lips. I can’t lie, I loved seeing him like this. He was a mess. He was usually the dominant one, but now, the roles had switched. 

  “What do you want, John? Tell me.” I could tell he couldn’t speak for a second, he was a mess. I couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “You aren’t going to tell me? Fine…let’s watch another movie.” I went to grab the remote before he spoke again. “T-touch me.” I couldn’t help but be speechless. “What?” “Touch me, please.” I felt my cheeks go red. I was frozen. It wasn’t until he moved my hand lower, and lower, pulling his sweatpants lower and putting my hand on it. It wasn’t until then his whimpers became moans, as if the slow strokes were enough to please him fully. He was looking away, he was fully red, it was beautiful to see him such a mess. He couldn’t even form full sentences. “Look at me John,” I couldn’t help but like being dominant. “Or I’ll stop, I could leave you easily like this.” He moved his head, looking directly at me. I couldn’t help but mumble “fuck” under my breath. I wanted all of him. I went near him, giving him small kisses. It wasn’t until he stopped me stroking him, pushing me on the side, making him go on top of me now. He smirked, I knew what was going to happen. I wasn’t the one in control now. 

  He took off my underwear and shorts, positioning my legs on the side of his hips. “Did my girl think she was in control?” I didn’t even know what to say. He put himself inside of me, with a loud moan leaving my mouth before he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to make you feel good, darling.” Thrusting after those words left his mouth. He was kissing and sucking on my neck, leaving hickies. I tried to cover my mouth, but before I could he had pinned my arms to the side. He wanted me to moan loudly. When he knew I wouldn’t move my hands, he brought one down, rubbing me so I could climax. I couldn’t handle it, I wanted all of him. My mouth was left agape, he moved from my neck, making eye contact with me, before going down and kissing me. I was trying to kiss back, but with every thrust, it was difficult to. I was moaning into his mouth. I could feel his deep breaths, his hair had gotten messy quickly. Instead of having my hands by my side, I had them on his black and blonde mullet, gripping it. I couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt. “J-john..please-” One hand had trailed to his back, gripping his shirt. “You’ll come when I do, do you understand?” “Y-yes..” He had smirked again, he knew his power over me.

  I could tell either way he was gonna cum sooner or later, and I was right, and I knew I was too. He had stopped kissing me, and pulled out, moaning into my neck. He pulled his sweatpants up, before sitting up and grabbing my shorts and underwear, which had been on the floor. He put them back on. We were both out of breath, smiling and blushing messes. He placed a kiss on my lips. “Are you okay?” It was astounding how quick he could change from dominant to the sweet, loving boyfriend. “Yea.” I smiled, catching my breath. He gave me more small kisses before saying “I love you.”

  I was on his chest, cuddling him again. Only this time, I was actually tired. I could hear John quietly say “You’re so beautiful.” I looked up at him, while he looked down at me, with a smile. “Even when I’m a mess?” He giggled. “Even when you’re a mess.” I couldn’t help myself but smile. I moved up to give him a small kiss. He had made me feel like the luckiest person in the world. “Especially if it’s me making you a mess, no?” I giggled into his chest, covering my face, nodding. I knew he was still staring at me. “It’s a question, y/n.” I looked up, smiling so full it could hurt. “Yes, especially that. Can I rest now?” He nodded, with his hands holding me tightly. I laid on his chest, hearing his heartbeat and his breathing again, it made me feel like I was home. It was then I slowly fell asleep, and when I woke up, I saw a beautiful boy asleep as well. I didn’t want to move, because if I did I could’ve woken him up easily. So I just laid there, admiring him.

[criminalamnesia]

ok but price and simon could give such tolerate it vibes.

him with a younger partner. he finds your naivety and youth charming. you look up to him, and you can’t believe someone older and wiser is with you.

you met him when he was on leave, and things started getting serious after a few months, but then he was facing deployment again. so, with teary eyes and a broken heart, you watched him leave and promise you’ll write every day.

he chuckles and nods his head, placing a chaste kiss to your hair before slipping away.

you do write him everyday, and at first it’s endearing how worried you are. you don’t know what’s happening, and you’re so concerned— and he appreciates that. find it charming, even.

he comes home from that first deployment and you’re there, waiting with a battle hero’s welcome. streamers and balloons and a fucking cake you baked yourself on the dining room table of his flat. you, beaming brightly and clutching your hands together in glee, waiting by the door.

he laughs it off, tells you he appreciates it, but it was unnecessary. you tell him you think he deserves more.

time passes, and the charm of your naivety and doting loses its shine. you’re boasting to all your friends about your man, how amazing and strong and brave he is. and he tolerates it, laughs it off.

the next time he comes home from deployment, you’ve decorated your now shared flat. the whole nine yards because it’d been a longer deployment. his favorite meal, hot and fresh on the table. a bottle of his favorite liquor.

he can’t help but be annoyed. it was cute at first, and now he doesn’t understand it. he doesn’t care for the festivities— he’s done things no man should be proud of, yet here you are, celebrating him.

he doesn’t want to fight, so he tolerates it. puts on a smile, eats a few bites of dinner, and slips away for the evening. you frown but don’t question it.

soon it’s like you’re living with a shell of the man you loved. he’s quiet. gone a lot. barely affectionate. when the two of you talk, it usually ends in an argument. he won’t introduce you to any of his friends.

you still shower him with love, talk his ear off about plans and your day and whatnot, and he nods along absentmindedly.

your friends tell you he doesn’t deserve you. you’ve basically become a live-in housemaid that he occasionally fucks. you don’t believe it at first, but you come to realize it’s truth.

your love should be celebrated, not tolerated. you should be with someone who loves you as much as you love them.

the next time he’s on deployment, you move out. pack all your shit into a u-haul and move in with a friend for the time being. leave a note stained with tears on the dining room table.

he gets home from deployment, expecting what’s become normal. you, waiting anxiously by the door, jumping into his arms as soon as he’s inside. the smell of dessert or his favorite dinner wafting from the kitchen. balloons and streamers and confetti.

the house is dark when he steps through the door.

part two here, part three (ending version 1) here, part three (ending version 2) here

[rafestify]

Beach Fight and Tides of Forgiveness — Rafe Cameron

Summary : Y/N and Rafe confront their painful past after a chaotic beach fight between Y/N and Ruthie but begin to reconnect, exploring the possibility of a hopeful future together.

Rafe Cameron x Ex!Reader (season 4 spoiler alert!)

Warning : Swearing (english is not my first language)

A/N : Probably the longest fic I've ever written so far, it's like around 2.3k ish, and i think this was a request from @dkjndfnmdfmdmnd , hope u like it 🩵

For us Pogues, the beach wasn’t just a place to visit—it was like our second home, a refuge where we felt truly ourselves. The salty breeze, the endless horizon, and the warmth of the sand beneath our feet brought a kind of peace that was hard to find anywhere else. The sound of waves crashing and seagulls chirping in the distance seemed to wash away our worries, making everything feel better, if only for a little while. There's nothing better than a day off with the people you love the most, in a place that feels like home—the beach.

“Don’t you just immediately feel like everything’s better at the beach?” Kie said, her gaze sweeping across the shoreline as she took in the sun, sand, and waves.

I nodded in silent agreement, sharing the same unspoken understanding that nothing compared to the serenity of the ocean. Together, we began setting up the chairs and cool box, the salty breeze tugging at our hair as the waves crashed in the distance. “Let’s get these boards off!” JJ exclaimed with excitement, his eyes gleaming as he headed toward the Twinkie to unload the surfboards, ready to dive into the thrill of the surf.

“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, catching sight of Topper and his friends’ trucks rolling toward us, their engines rumbling louder as they approached. “You’re joking,” Sarah sighed, exasperation clear in her voice as she rolled her eyes at the unwelcome sight. “Don’t stop,” JJ mumbled, focused on untying the ropes securing our surfboards to the top of the Twinkie, clearly determined not to let their arrival ruin our plans. “Anywhere but here,” Kie added with a frustrated tone, her eyes narrowing as she watched them close in, the tension in the air thickening with every second.

“Great, just the perfect time,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes as their trucks came to a halt and parked just a few meters away from us. The sudden noise and presence of Topper and his friends felt like a dark cloud looming over our sunny day, threatening to ruin the fun we had planned.

“Let’s go, baby!” The voice rang out, unmistakable and familiar, stirring a rush of memories within me. The one that used to comfort me in moments of doubt, the one that whispered soothing words to ease my fears. Rafe Cameron had a way of making everything feel right, his presence a warm embrace that felt like home. I turned to locate the source of the voice, and our eyes met—his striking blue gaze locking onto mine. The moment stretched, the world around us fading away as the connection lingered just a heartbeat too long. All of a sudden, Topper strode toward us with an air of confidence. “Sunshine's coming,” JJ remarked, earning an exasperated sigh from John B as he stepped closer to him. Though I couldn’t quite hear their conversation, they appeared surprisingly relaxed, exchanging easy banter that contrasted with the tension in the air.

We all surfed the waves together, and it felt utterly exhilarating. After months spent chasing the elusive City of Gold, finally engaging in something I was truly passionate about was a refreshing escape. The thrill of surfing, the salty spray of the ocean, and the laughter of friends combined to create a blissful sense of freedom that was simply amazing.

After surfing for what felt like hours, I made my way back to the shore, slipping into my denim shorts. “Guys, there’s a turtle hatch!” Kie exclaimed, her excitement palpable. “Y/N, look!” I rushed over to her, my heart racing as I squealed, “Oh my god!” In awe, I added, “They’re so tiny!” Sarah and I echoed each other, our voices filled with wonder at the sight of the adorable little turtles making their way to the ocean. I have always had a deep love for sea creatures, particularly turtles and dolphins. This passion is what drew Kie and me together, as we bonded over our shared fascination for the ocean's incredible inhabitants.

As we helped the tiny turtles by creating paths for them to reach the ocean, the sudden roar of a truck engine interrupted our focus. My gaze shifted to Topper’s girlfriend, Ruthie, at the wheel, with Topper himself lounging in the passenger seat. “Hey, stop! There’s a hatch!” I yelled, desperation lacing my voice. “Stop!” Kie added, jumping up and waving her arms frantically. “Guys, stop!” I shouted again, but the truck only sped up, closing the distance between us. In a split second, Sarah yanked me out of the way just as the truck barreled past, sending me tumbling into the sand with a startled grunt.

“Are you okay?” Sarah, Kie, and JJ asked in unison. I managed a quiet “I'm fine,” but a sinking feeling twisted in my stomach as I noticed the truck circling around again, this time picking up speed. Panic surged through me, and I jumped to my feet. “Stop! There’s a hatch!” I yelled, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of the engine as they barreled over the paths we had painstakingly created for the turtles. “No, no, no…no!” I gasped, horror washing over me as I watched the truck crush a few of the fragile creatures beneath its wheels. My heart raced as I rushed toward them, my pulse pounding in my ears. Kie knelt beside a turtle with a shattered shell, its life flickering away. “Fucking psycho,” she muttered, her eyes brimming with anger and sorrow. I felt a fire ignite within me, furious at their reckless disregard. Ignoring my friends’ calls, I stormed over to where they stood, determined to confront them.

“Look what you did!” I shouted, cradling the lifeless turtles in my hands. “Do you think this is okay?” Ruthie stole a quick glance at the broken shells before quickly averting her eyes. “No, look at it!” I protested, my voice rising with anger. “You drove right over a turtle hatch, you idiots!” Rafe stood beside Topper, who tried to diffuse the situation. “I understand you're upset, Y/N,” he said, his tone calm but unhelpful. I hadn't even noticed my friends were behind me, their expressions mirroring my shock and frustration. “I’m more than upset, Topper” I shot back, feeling the heat of my anger.

“Look, it was only one,” Ruthie interjected dismissively, shrugging as if it didn’t matter. “I mean, there are so many more of them,” she pointed out, trying to minimize the damage. “You know what? You should just throw that to the seagulls,” she added with a mocking tone. “Cycle of life, right?”

My breath quickened as rage boiled within me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed her hard, and just as she prepared to retaliate, Rafe stepped in between us, his presence a barrier against her aggression.

“Stop,” he said firmly, pushing Ruthie’s arm away before she could retaliate. He turned to me, his eyes softening slightly. “There’s something seriously wrong with you people,” I shot back, turning on my heel and striding away, handing Sarah the lifeless turtle.

“That’s right, go back to your side, bitch! You don’t belong with us anymore!” Ruthie shouted, her words laced with venom.

That was the final straw. Rage coursed through me, boiling over as I stormed toward her, every ounce of frustration and hurt fueling my movements. Without thinking, I swung my fist and connected hard with her jaw. The impact reverberated through me, and for a heartbeat, everything froze—the shocked look on Ruthie's face, the collective gasps of my friends.

She recovered quickly, her eyes blazing with anger. Without hesitation, she lunged at me, landing a swift punch that connected with my nose. The sharp pain shot through my face, and I felt warm blood begin to trickle down. I stumbled back, shocked by the sudden turn of events, my hands instinctively going to my face. John B tried to step in, attempting to intervene but Rafe was a lot quicker than him.

“Control your crazy bitch, Top!” Rafe said, his gaze locked onto me with a mix of concern and frustration. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening.

“Like you care,” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and stormed off, seeking refuge at my secret spot on the beach alone.

I perched on top of a massive rock, my knees drawn to my chest as I hugged them tightly, listening to the soothing sound of the waves crashing below. This spot was my sanctuary, the place I retreated to whenever I felt at my lowest. It never failed to calm me, wrapping me in a cocoon of peace. Suddenly, I sensed someone behind me. I turned to find Rafe standing there, his silhouette framed by the fading light. He climbed onto the rock and settled beside me.

“I didn’t give you permission to sit here,” I protested weakly, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.

“It’s a public place,” he replied, his voice steady as he leaned back against the rock.

I fell silent, my gaze drifting to the horizon as the sun dipped lower in the sky, lost in a swirl of memories and thoughts. “How did you know I’d be here?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He turned to me, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “We used to come here together, remember? You told me it was your favorite spot.” A sigh escaped me, heavy with longing. God, I missed those days—when everything felt simpler and the weight of the world was lighter.

“Here,” he said, breaking through my thoughts as he handed me a tissue for my bloody nose. I took it, our fingers brushing briefly. “Thanks,” I murmured, grateful for the gesture and the warmth of his presence.

“That was a pretty great punch, by the way,” Rafe said, a playful grin breaking through the tension. The corners of my mouth turned upward, and I let out a small chuckle, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. We fell into a silence that felt strangely comfortable— not awkward at all. Despite the distance that had grown between us since our breakup, I still felt an undeniable sense of safety around him, as if we were wrapped in a bubble of shared history.

“I missed you, Y/N,” he confessed suddenly, his voice steady yet vulnerable.

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at him, shock flickering across my face. This was the moment I hadn’t expected, the admission I had longed to hear but feared would never come.

“I missed you too, Rafe,” I sighed, the words flowing out of me, heavy with unspoken feelings and memories of our laughter, our late-night talks, and the way he could make me feel like the only person in the world. “I’m sorry for what I did to you,” he continued, his expression earnest, his gaze unwavering.

“I’m clean now, Y/N. Haven’t touched those shits for almost five months.”

“Really?” I asked, my disbelief melting into pride. I felt a swell of admiration for his strength and determination, and it made my heart ache a little.

He nodded, a flicker of vulnerability dancing in his eyes. “Yeah, I realized I couldn’t keep dragging you into my mess. I needed to change— for myself and for you.”

“I’m so proud of you, Rafe,” I said, my voice warm and genuine. I reached out, resting my hand on his for a brief moment, feeling the warmth radiate between us. A smile broke across his face, illuminating his features. “I did it all so I could be better for you,” he admitted, his sincerity wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. The air between us crackled with unspoken possibilities, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like to rekindle the bond we once had.

“Can we at least try to work things out?” he asked, his gaze steady and hopeful. I paused, contemplating his words. He may have been a jerk to everyone else, but with me, he was sweet, protective, and loyal. The thought stirred something deep within me, a flicker of hope in the depths of my heart. “I’m not ready to be in a relationship again, Rafe—maybe just for now,” I finally replied, my voice softer than before. The truth of my feelings hung in the air, vulnerable and raw.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, a reassuring smile breaking through his earlier concern. “We’ll take things slow. I’ll wait until you’re ready, alright?” The sincerity in his eyes made my heart flutter, a mix of apprehension and excitement dancing in my chest.

“Okay,” I smiled, a sense of warmth washing over me.

“Okay?” he repeated, his eyes lighting up with hope.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll take things slow,” I confirmed, feeling a rush of relief and anticipation. Rafe’s smile widened, and in that moment, it felt like we were stepping into a new chapter together, one where the past could fade into the background while we explored the potential of the future. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I leaned my head on his shoulder. The gentle sound of the waves lapping against the shore filled the air, creating a soothing rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I closed my eyes, letting the moment wash over me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt hope stirring within me, a belief that perhaps we could find our way back to each other, not as we were before, but as something new and beautiful.

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[mezsygfs]

Ever hear a song someone else is playing and just think "this is so marauders coded" BUT YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING CAUSE HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU GONNA EXPLAIN YOU HAVE CREATED YOUR OWN LITTLE WORLD BASED OFF THE HARRY POTTER FRANCHISE ABOUT HIS DAD AND 3 BEST FRIENDS.

[barbiesmuse]

ᰔᩚ FALSE GOD.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָjohn price + milf!reader

summary: a little blurb of price fingering milf!reader while her daughter is with her dad.

tags: fingering, praise, age gap, price kisses readers tears, reader squirts, reader has a daughter, reader's daughter is referred to as babygirl, reader's baby daddy is a deadbeat!

head barbies announcements: this was silly i was bored and horny!! also men personifying pussy is such a power move!! sorry this is actually kind of dirty!

you whine softly as price plunges his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. you sniffle as tears stream down your face. john has the two of you faced in front of a mirror. your eyes were heavy and your breathing was rough. price smirked as he watched your eyes follow his fingers. his thumb finds its way to your clit rubbing soft circles on the rosebud. “oh sweet girl, wipe those tears f’me hm? promise it'll feel better soon. just gotta get your sweet pussy used to me first. gotta be gentle with her.” he says, pressing gentle kisses to her ear.

you sniffle and turn your head, looking up at him with glossy eyes. as his thick and calloused fingers continue to demolish your tight cunt you feel the same achy feeling in your stomach that you always feel when he touches you this way. price coos at you and kisses your tears, he was so gentle with you. he tasted the salty drop on his tongue and smirked. as you got closer to your orgasm your hands found price's wrist trying to slow him down as his fingers split your pretty pussy open.

“look at this pretty pussy sweetheart, see how needy you are for my fingers? what would you do without me, hm? i know you're stressed about babygirl. let it out mama. ” price says, as your orgasm washes over you your legs tremble. as you lay in his lap, legs spread, hair disheveled, and your soft whines filling his ears he can't help but feel himself coming in his pants. price groans in your ear, which only makes you spiral even more. your clear liquids spurt from your pussy and he chuckles.

“fuck john, feels so good! mmph, need your cock now please!” you say as you feel his fingers continue to stimulate your pussy. as he pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole he smirks as you clench on nothing. he studies you, you were a mess. nowhere near ready for his rough cock. “oh dear heart, y’r not ready yet.” price says, he looks at you through the mirror. he smiles and shoves his finger into your mouth. as you taste yourself you moan around his fingers.

price pulls his fingers from your mouth and replaces them with his chapped lips, his tongue meets yours and the two of you mix. you wrap your arms around his neck and moan into the kiss. you pull away and bite his lip. he pulls away and presses a gentle kiss to the valley of your breasts. “can always count on my sweet girl to taste so good.”

[wordsarelife]

—how you get the girl 

pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge!reader

summary: the pogues don’t seem to be on the same page at dealing with your break up

warnings: cussing, fighting

notes: this was originially planned as my get him back fic for the guts masterlist, but i realised, that it didn't really fit the theme, so i just finished it differently lol

chaotic is my favorite type of genre... so enjoy!!!

"shit" kiara bend down and grabbed the book that just came flying out of the window

"oh they aren't done yet" said pope, outstretching his hand and catching another flying book.

"should we.. say something?" sarah looked at her friends questingly

"hell nah" john b shook his head

"this is just normal behaviour for them" kie let herself fall down in the lounge chair

"normal?" asked sarah, before she screeched in shock, diving out of the way before the shoe could hit her

"yeah" shrugged pope "we're used to this by now"

"aren't you like scared that you sister will get hurt?" sarah turned her head to john b, who just shrugged

"she's the one throwing things"

"o-kay" sarah sat down beneath the window in the hope to not get hit with anything "i'm sorry that i'm just grasping that now, but aren't they like in a happy relationship? why don't they just break up if they don't get along?"

"they never break up" said kiara "they don't fight often, but when they do, it's over"

"believe me, you don't want to be near them when it happens" john b exchanged a look with pope "one time pope accidently walked in on them fighting and y/n screamed at him"

"she's worse than my mother" said pope and he looked like he was having war flashbacks

"he cried" concluded kiara

"oh wow" sarah nodded, slowly understanding what was going on

the group stopped talking as the door got opened and jj and y/n stepped outside.

"hey guys!" kiara smiled innocently and sarah quickly noticed that it was best to act as if they didn't hear what had been going on "how are you both?"

"oh just fine" you said, smiling at your friends "jj and i broke up"

"you did what?" john b leaned forward and kiara mirrored his shocked facial expression

"so.. this is not normal, yeah?" whispered sarah, leaning over to pope

"eh, this never happened before" replied pope while not taking his eyes off of the broken up couple, watching them like a hawk

"we decided that it would be best if we ended things" jj said shrugging "it's as simple as that"

"simple?" asked kiara and she looked like her eye was twitching

"yes..?" you asked, not quiet grasping why everyone was so upset about your break up

"you've been dating for the past four years" john b flailed his arms dramatically "you can't just break up!"

"of course we can" you argued "because we just did"

jj looked at the time on his phone, before he held it up in your direction. "it's half past two"

"alright" you stood up and followed jj off the patio

"wait, where are you going?" kiara looked between you both and the rest of your friends

"i'll take her to work and then help my cousin in the workshop"

no one said a word at that and you guys left.

pope looked between his friends, shock still evident on his face. "so this is the new normal?" he whispered

"relax, they can't hear you" sarah laughed and all eyes went to her. none of the other found anything remotely funny in that moment

"i jinxed it" murmured kiara "i told sarah that they never break up and look where it's gotten us"

"why do you freak out about this?" asked sarah confused "i mean, of course it's sad, but if they say it's for the better?"

"uncharted territory, baby" john b declared dramatically

"yeah" kiara nodded "they are happy for a long time, then they have a big fight, they make up, which is disgusting, but works and then.. rinse and repeat"

"you got used to them dating so we can just get used to them.. not dating, right?" sarah questioned

"it's not this easy" kiara shook her head

"yeah, they've been together since puberty started and i think that had a big impact on who they are now" john b explained

"that's ridiculous" sarah laughed "she's your sister, you know her better than anyone"

"i knew her when she was dating jj and before that when she was pining after jj" john b gasped "i don't think i know her without him in the picture"

"john b" sarah sighed. she couldn't really believe what was going on right now. the pogues had always been pretty chill and normal, well obviously not when it came to the dating life of their friends

"he's right" pope said, interrupting sarah's train of thought. "you know jj and y/n, sarah. they are pretty unpredictable, but while they were together they would calm each other down"

"now they are like two wandering fire hazards" kiara exclaimed

"okay" sarah sighed "when you're so worried" she thought for a second "why don't we split up and watch them until they are done with the break up and hopefully not co-dependent anymore"

"pope?" john b turned to the boy

"it could work" pope nodded "as long as we keep possible outbreaks to a down low and maybe keep them away from each other, no one will get hurt"

"you're talking as if they would actually errupt like a volcano"

"we aren't joking, sarah" kie looked to the boys "the week before they started dating, the chateau nearly burned down"

sarah just nodded silently, not quiet believing what she was hearing, she would change her mind pretty quickly

sarah and kie drove to the ice cream shop you were working at, while pope and john b watched visited jj at his cousin's workshop

"ladies" you smiled as you noticed kie and sarah sitting at a table you served.

"hey girl" kie smiled brightly and sarah send her a confused look, until kie slapped her arm

sarah made a surprised sound, before she quickly said the first thing she could think of "howdy"

you send her a puzzled look, before you left the menu "i'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders" then you left the table still watching them suspiciously

"howdy?" kie asked horrified

"it's the first thing that came to mind"

"this is gonna be a long day" kie murmured "hopefully the boys are better at this than we are"

pope and john b had managed to be even worse

"so..uh single huh?" pope outstretched his arm to lean against the car jj was working on, but underestimated the distance and nearly knocked the mirror off

"relax, okay?" john b whispered

jj got up from under the car "i guess, yeah"

"so how about a tinder account?" before jj could answer pope's question john b had elbowed him in the stomach. pope bend over

"okay, what going on with you? you are acting stranger than usual" jj looked from one to the other

"we're.. adjusting" john b explained

"yeah, you and y/n have been together for forever"

"hhm" jj nodded "we dated a pretty long time"

"yeah, you shouldn't just give up on such a long relationship"

"i don't know guys" jj walked around the car to open the hood "we decided this together and she seemed happy with the decision"

"i bet she's crushed and just didn't want you to know" pope argued

"yeah" john b nodded enthusiastically "you know y/n, she's always trying to be tough. she's with the girls right now, i bet she's feeling horrible"

"i just feel so relived, you know?" you were currently joining sarah and kie at their table while you were on your break. each of you devouring your ice cream.

"you go, girl!" sarah encouraged

"i mean the time we were together was amazing, but i just think we need to let it go"

"do you still love him?" kie asked leaning forward

"i guess" you shrugged "i don't think you can just stop doing that"

"i think you made the right decision" sarah nodded and kie send her a wide eyed look "you should know when a relationship isn't worth staying for"

"you're right" you looked at your phone to check the time "thanks guys, but i need to get back to work" you stood up from the table and walked back into the kitchen

"okay what was that?"

"what?" sarah "i just tried to help"

"by telling her she made the right choice?"

"she didn't?"

"yes…no" kie shook her head "i don't know, okay? what i do know is that it's always been y/n and jj as long as i've known them. they might seem fine, but nothing will ever be the same and they were really great together"

"that might be true, kie" sarah smiled emphatically "but we need to respect our friends decision. and when y/n thinks she made the right one then we have to trust her" kie nodded slowly "we cannot force them to upkeep a relationship, just because we are scared that their break up will destroy the friend group"

"you're right"

after your shift ended you left the shop together with kie and sarah, who had waited for you. "you really didn't have to wait for me" you smiled while you climbed in the backseat of kie's car.

"no problem" kie smiled

"we just want you to know that we're here for you" sarah turned around to look at you "to catch you if you should fall"

"o-kay" you breathed confused "why would that happen exactly?"

"are you kidding?" sarah laughed "you just left a long term relationship, no need to hold back your tears"

"i don't really do crying"

"alright" kie interrupted, before sarah could give you anymore unsolicited advice "let's just get you home"

"so you really think it's worth another shot?" jj stood infront of the flower shop. pope and john b to each side of him

"she will so happy to have you back" john b encouraged

"yeah, bet she's crying her eyes out right now" pope grinned

"bro" john b shook his head at the boy

"y/n doesn't cry" jj said absently his eyes on the yellow chrysanthemums "okay" he nodded "i'll do it"

"there you go brother" john b patted his shoulder while pushing him towards the entry

pope and john b waited outside the shop for jj to return, while jj was being advised by a girl that seemed to be working in the shop. pope snapped a quick picture of jj inside the flower shop and send it to kie

you were sitting on your bed in the chateau, while kie and sarah were preparing snacks for you in the kitchen. they had practically begged to wait in your room.

your eyes flew over the words on your book page, when a sudden sound peeked your interest. it was kie's phone that had just received a message. your curiosity got the better of you and you unlocked the phone.

pope had sent a photo of jj inside a flower shop a cute girl talking to him. your eyes grew big and then you noticed the caption that sealed the deal. how you get the girl

it was almost instantly that tears blurred your vision and you wiped them away in confusion. you turned kie's phone around and got up from the bed, sitting down on the floor in front of it, opening the drawer underneath it.

the drawer was filled with jj's things and memories of your time together. that made you cry even more. you grabbed the first hoodie you could find and pulled it over your head. then you sorted through all the stuff, your bedroom floor quickly being filled with things from your past.

"woah" sarah nearly lost her hold on the bowl of chips as she noticed you on the floor "seems like she does cry" she whispered in kiara's direction

"hey sweetheart" kie sat down on the ground beside you and opened her arms so you could crawl into them

"he's moving on so fast" you cried "i want him to be happy, but not with my favorite taylor swift song"

sarah and kie exchanged a confused look 'what is she talking about?' sarah mouthed, but kie just shrugged

"guys?" john b's voice could be heard from the front door "jj is with us"

the mention of his name made you cry even harder

"could you deal with that?" kie asked and sarah nodded, walking out of the room

"i don't think she should see you right now"

"what's wrong with her?" john b asked worriedly

"she's crying"

"y/n's crying?" jj put the flowers on the kitchen counter and tried to walk around sarah

"yeah" sarah shrugged "we told her the break up was the right thing to do and she seemed fine. but now she's crying her eyes out"

"y/n doesn't cry, sarah" jj seemed serious now

"you told her the break up was the right decision?" john b asked and sarah nodded

"we told jj the opposite" pope whispered loudly

"i can hear you" jj rolled his eyes "can i see her, please?"

sarah stepped aside and jj walked into your bedroom, followed by the rest of your friends

"y/n" he said as he noticed your crying form

you looked up at his voice and jj's heart broke as he noticed your sad expression, but then your face quickly changed. you seemed angrier than any of your friends had ever seen you. you got up and tried to charge at jj, luckily kiara could hold you back just before you were able to hit jj with an uppercut

"woah" jj raised his hands jumping back at your outbreak

"my favorite taylor swift song? really, jj?" you screamed and tried to free yourself from kie, but her hold wouldn't budge

"what are you talking about?" jj screamed back

"the flower shop girl" you cried "you obviously moved on quicker than i did"

jj send a panicked look in his friends direction. “how do you know about the flower shop?”

“so you admit to flirting with her?”

“no?” jj asked baffled “so?” he urged

“i read a text pope send to kie” you shamefully admitted, reaching for the phone on the bed and holding it in jj’s direction.

his eyes flew over the display quickly, looking at the photo and reading the caption. “how you get the girl, pope? really?” he was as angry as you had been a second ago and could now totally understand how you had misinterpreted the photo without it’s context

pope looked guilty. “he was getting flowers for you, y/n!” he tried to explain “i just took a photo without context but i was hinting the song at jj getting you back! you have to believe me”

you looked at the boy and saw the sincerity in his eyes. “i do” you nodded “where are they?” you turned your head at jj

“where is who?”

“the flowers” you rolled your eyes but he could see a smile forming on your face

“they’re in the kitchen”

you followed him out of the room, where he presented you with the flowers. “you got yellow chrysanthemums for me?” you said softly tears welling up in your eyes again

“i think you permanently changed her” he joked to pope, who smiled uncomfortably. jj turned back to you “of course baby, i would do anything if i can get you back. breaking up was the dumbest decision ever, don’t you think?”

“yeah” you laughed. “broke your heart i’ll put it back together” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

“i would wait forever and ever” jj smiled, and then he kissed you and all was well.

“and that, my friends, is how you get the girl” said sarah, crossing her arms happily, all while she ignored her friends protests at her not really seeing the importance of the situation like they had all begged her to at first. instead she just watched y/n and jj kiss and smile at each other.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

excuse me?????? when did this happen??????

[oktobersilver]

☆My Pretty Barbarella☆

john taylor x reader!!!!

SUMMARY: Your childhood friend Simon introduces you to his band, but you can't peel your eyes away from one particular bassist, only to find out he can't either.

warnings: smut, oral sex

enjoy!!

Y/N's good friend, Simon, was finally going to introduce you to his band that he'd always talk about. You were nervous about the fact you'd never met any of the members before, you hardly even knew their names, let alone how they'd treat you. But, you knew that if Simon liked them, they had to be good people. "Hey, Y/N, we're here!" Simon cheerfully announced, turning towards you from the driver's seat. "Are you really sure that they'll like me? I mean, this is your band, I wouldn't want to make a bad impression or anything" Y/N anxiously admitted, you couldn't stop worrying about making a good first impression for some reason.

Y/N and Simon walked into the studio, smiling brightly at the two men in the main room.

"Andy, Roger, this is Y/N! I've known her since primary school, we've been close ever since" Simon said, patting your back.

You smiled at the two, shaking their hands as they flashed a smile at Y/N.

"Nice to finally meet you, Y/N." Andy said, nudging at Roger to speak.

"It's very nice to meet you, Y/N, I'm glad Simon has someone close outside of the band" Roger said, clearing his throat.

Simon looked across the room as Nick & John walked out of the recording room, motioning for them to come over. Y/N looked up at the two men, instantly noticing one of them was really, really good-looking.

"John, Nick, meet Y/N! Andy & Roger already met her not too long ago"

Y/N gave the two men a bright smile, shaking their hands as well but you had to admit, John was really, well, he was gorgeous.

Y/N thought you caught him looking you up and down, but just figured it was your imagination, but what if it wasn't?

Simon and most of the guys went off to the recording room, Roger went outside for some fresh air, leaving Y/N & John in the main room.

After a minute or two, Y/N glanced at John, clearing your throat.

"So, what instrument do you play, John?" Y/N asked the man, as you leaned against the couch, slightly tilting your head in curiosity.

The tall man glanced at Y/N up and down, quickly before answering

"I play bass, but I started out playing just regular guitar at first." He said, fully turning his attention to Y/N.

"Do you play anything?" He asked politely. Y/N smiled at him, "I've always liked bass, I think it deserves more attention, and I used to play guitar in highschool, but I don't really play anymore now." Y/N answered, looking at John as you subtly bit your lower lip.

"So...what have you been up to?" Y/N asked him, crossing one leg over the other.

John quickly licked his upper lip before answering, "Nothing too much, I have been in need of something, it's been pretty tame for the past couple months". He said, walking just a bit closer.

Y/N grinned at him, crossing her arms as she looked at the man.

"And what exactly are you in need of? You're not being very specific, Mr. Taylor." You said teasingly, maybe he really had been looking at you like that, it's not like you were completely oblivious.

John leaned down close infront of you, his blonde fringe ever so slightly covering his eyes as he gazed upon Y/N.

"What do you think? I'm not stupid, I've noticed that look you've been giving me from the moment I entered the room, pretty girl." He murmured, the tone of his voice walloping throughout her chest.

"How about you show me then?" Y/N whispered, gently kissing the side of John's neck.

He peered down at her, taking her into a sharp, but dirty kiss, he couldn't help but revel in the feeling of their tongues sliding together.

A soft moan escaped from Y/N's mouth as John perched his leg between hers, trailing his hands beneath her shirt, grazing her hips.

"John.." Y/N murmured, looping her fingers through the belt loops of his trousers, tugging at it.

"Does that feel good sweetheart?" He hummed, taking her back into a deep, filthy kiss, making his way through her mouth with his tongue.

Y/N sat back on the couch, followed by a cry of pleasure, hardly breaking contact with John's mouth.

"Take this off for me, princess." He said, kissing down Y/N's neck as they both stripped of their clothes.

John trailed his hand down Y/N's waist, teasing at the start of her clit, increasing his pace.

"Please! John, please" Y/N cried out, "Please, please baby." Y/N moaned, slinging her arm across his back as he enveloped her tongue in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Are you already this desperate for me?" He teased, situating himself lower, lining his mouth up with her pussy.

Y/N could feel her orgasm beginning to pit in her stomach, John then left a drawn out lick across her pussy, feeling her thighs tense around his face as he continued eating her out.

She tugged at his hair, twisting her fingers through his blonde fringe as another whine escaped from between her lips, cursing profanities under her sharp breath as the man worked his mouth beneath her.

He could feel her legs tense around him, John lifted his face away from her pussy, leaning back up to Y/N as she cupped his face, running her thumb across his lips.

"You're beautiful like this, Y/N, I swear I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else." John muttered, gazing into her eyes before he lined himself up with her pussy.

"Please John, you already have, I'm yours to keep." Y/N whined out, still getting used to the feeling of her pitting orgasm.

John rocked into her, filling her pussy with the entire length of his cock, letting out a low moan, slowly but deeply rocking inside of her.

Y/N let out a cry of pleasure, arching her back as she dug her nails into the couch, rolling her eyes back as John picked up his pace.

"John, please, fuck me, please!" Y/N moaned out, John threw his head back in pleasure, hitting deeper and deeper inside of her as he leaned his body down closer to her, leaving her neck with deep, red and purple marks.

Y/N slung her arms around him, clawing at his back as he slammed inside of her, pushing her closer and closer to her climax.

John whimpered, feeling his orgasm curl inside of him as Y/N whined and moaned all for him, wrapping her legs around his hips, trying to get as close as possible.

His cock slammed throughout her, sending a shock of her upcoming orgasm through her spine, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

"I think I'm close, please! I need you, John, I need all of you." Y/N groaned out, bucking her hips up against the man.

His dick continued filling her walls, chasing the pleasure of his upcoming orgasm, heavily rocking inside of Y/N.

John leaned down towards her, attempting to kiss her, but only ended up panting inside of each other's mouths, spitting profanities & pornographic moans as they both hit their climax together as he came inside of Y/N, both riding out their highs.

"Are you okay?" John asked, wrapping his arms around Y/N.

She looked up and nodded, kissing him tenderly as he put his hand on the side of her neck.

John grinned, "Who ended up bruising my pretty baby this bad?" He huffed sarcastically, pressing a soft kiss to her skin as the pair cuddled up to eachother.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she nudged his chest, "I wonder who".

"Y'know, maybe you could convince Simon to bring you around here more often." John teased, kissing her temple.

"Maybe".

⊰ End ⊰

[davidgilmourwife]

Hi :)

I hope you are well. May I request a John Taylor x Reader where the reader is a bassist for a rival band and they meet during the Live Aid recording and he’s smitten on the spot and asks her out

Hello! Hope you are doing well as well :) So I totally LOVE LOVE LOVE this idea and this whole day I honestly couldn’t stop having ideas for it! I hope you do enjoy as I did writing this ! <3

"The Bassist"

words: 1k

    It was 1984 and we were going into the studio with what you knew to be other bands. Bob had contacted us to join as well and how could we say no to it? It was for the right reasons and we wanted to help in any way possible. So when we first came into the studio seeing it full, coming into the studio surrounded by cameras, it wasn’t shocking. Bob was the first person to instantly welcome us and with open arms too. “Do you guys want anything before we start recording?” Bob said, I looked at my band members. “I think we’ll all take water.” I said, with a smile, and with that we followed his way to get water. 

  After that, we just talked to each other and if people came up to us, we would talk to them. I remember sweetly talking to George Michael, and he was the nicest person ever. He had my type of humor, and that made things only better. The energy in the room was beautiful, and it could only get better from there. You couldn’t help but smile all the time, everyone there was so amazing and I just honestly wanted to be friends with all of them. “Y/n, did you notice Duran Duran is here?” I could hear my guitarist say, I was silent. It seemed like for years now we had been fighting for #1 on charts when we had singles, which coincidentally would release sometimes around the same times, and I hadn’t talked to them at all. I sighed, “Should I say hi to one of them?” I took a sip of my water, if I was gonna say hi to one of them it would most likely be Simon. See, I had no clue where my drummer or keyboardist had gone, but what I assumed was that they were talking to other band members, or playing music with them. “I’ll come with you if you want to, I mean you have to admit, they have good music.” I nodded. “But it doesn’t feel bad to have a #1 against them does it?” My smile was large.

  I walked my way with my guitarist to say hi to Simon and I could see that his band members were by him as well. They had been talking to each other and when they could see I was going their way, they had stopped their conversation. I can’t lie, I was a bit nervous. “Well, hello. How are you all?” Simon showed me a smile. “Well, I’m doing well, it’s nice to meet you. I didn’t think you would come and say hi to us.” I could feel all their eyes on me, which made me even more nervous, but I still wanted to look confident. “Well that would just be rude, wouldn’t it? Well, I just wanted to say hi.” I showed them a smile, before going away. I looked at my guitarist, “Could it show that I was a nervous wreck?” All she could do was laugh. “Didn’t you notice? It seemed like John had eyes for you.” I rolled my eyes. “You know what, let’s just focus on recording this single, hm?”

  Once the song had been recorded, it was time to go. I remember putting my bass guitar away and waiting for the other members. I was saying my goodbyes to everyone, knowing I would probably see them again. That’s when I saw a tall figure with a striped shirt come my way, it was John. When he came my way, he had a cheeky smile, one that could make me smile myself. “I wasn’t able to speak to you after you left.” He kept his smile. “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would want to talk to me.” He had a tall figure, so I was looking up to him for most of the time. “I did, I’m a big fan of your music.” I could feel my smile growing, no matter how many times I got complimented on my music, I couldn’t help but have a small smile on it. “Really? Is that why you were staring at me earlier? Because my music was so good?” I could see that once I said that, he was a nervous wreck. His cheeks had become flustered. He had become silent for a split second. “Maybe I just wanted to focus on you.” His eyes had been focused on me and me only from the second he had started talking to me, it made me feel nervous. 

  I didn’t know what to say, and I know he could tell I was speechless. I mean what was I supposed to do? Even then, it felt like I couldn’t think, I had no clue why I was this nervous, I was fine talking to Simon in front of him. I looked around for my band members, it seemed as though they were nowhere to be found. “I just wanted to know if you were willing to hang out with me one day.” “Are you asking me on a date?” He began stuttering. 

  “Yes, I am. When are you free?” “Follow me.” He followed my way as I searched for paper and a pen. When I did, I wrote my number. “We’ll discuss it…and maybe more…” I smiled, and he smiled too. That’s when our conversation got interrupted by my band members, it was time to go. “I’ll see you soon then, Y/n.” I smiled, before I left. I couldn’t help but smile so much. When we had left the building, that’s when the questions started flooding in. “Does someone have a date with John Taylor?” I covered my face. “Maybe I do, what about it?”

  Once I got home, I changed clothes, and was finally able to relax. When the phone rang, I knew who it was instantly. “Hello?” I said, with a smile forming. “It’s John, are you free this weekend or next? I want to know when I’ll see you next time.”

[flwernyrvie]

[johnlennonswifey]

Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!

🎸= All time fav

——

THE BEATLES-

John Lennon

70s!John x Reader 🎸

Mustache John x Reader

Paul McCartney

Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸

Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

George Harrison

Jealous!George x Reader 🎸(literally my fav fic ever)

Comfort!George x Reader

George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)

Ringo Starr

Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader

Ringo x Assistant!Reader

Ringo x Reader (fluffy)

Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸

QUEEN-

Roger Taylor

Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸

Roger x Reader (fluff)

Roger x Reader (fluff and more,(Roger gets hurt)) 🎸

John Deacon

John x Reader (John is readers handyman, I love this fic with all my heart pls read it)🎸

John x Reader (Series, 6/10 parts are out, I definitely recommend reading)🎸

Brian May

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Blurbs-

Beatles Blurb

[awaterfalls]

heyyy!!

• SCOTT IN THE FIRST PIC????? SO CUTE!!!! A BABY!!!!

• Again the pacific cast bc why not

• Rick's face like "I knew it wasn't just one day"

Part 5/???

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

it’s been 39 years since live aid and I’d still kill to have been there

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 1- The Age of Chivalry

Summary: You're reassigned to Easy Company when one of their medics was injured pre D-Day. You expect some sass from the Company since you'll be the only female soldier in 100 miles but never expected for any of them to befriend you.

Author Note: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFemMedic, WW2, Character introduction, Pre D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/N, L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Smoking, Story takes place Episode 1- Currahee

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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October 1943

It was never a good idea to mix a single female with a Company of deprived men in the Army...but here you are. You found out you were assigned to Easy Company 2nd Battalion 101st Airborne Division in Fall 1943 when they lost one of their medics to an injury. Although you trained separately from the males at Toccoa in the Divisional medical unit and were one of very few females allowed to work alongside men, you got along quite well with most of the guys. You held your own never asking for special treatment or never played the ‘damsel in distress’ card, so Easy Company learned rather quickly that you can keep up.  

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You remember the day you arrived at Aldbourne, England to make contact with the boys of Easy Company. With your reassignment order in hand, you approach a group of soldiers sitting at a picnic bench outside a building. All of them looking a bit rough, but nonetheless smoking and joking with eachother. They take a pause as they notice you approaching them. Some of them sizing you up and down as you carry your duffel full of medical supplies and wearing fatigues that have yet to see the battlefields like theirs have.  

“Hey, you lost there, lady?” Private Roy Cobb called out to you, sizing you up again as you continued to walk towards them without faltering. 

You shoot the mouthy Private a look of disdain before responding. 

“I’m looking for Corporal Roe. I was told to make contact with him as soon I arrived.” You speak to the group as a whole. 

They all exchanged looks and a few whispers. 

Corporal George Luz stood up. 

“Why, I’m Eugene Roe. But around here they call me, ‘Doc.’” He declared confidently with a cocky grin. 

The others started to snicker. One laid a heavy pat on his shoulder showing his appreciation of the joke. 

You rolled your eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh. 

Sergeant Denver Randleman stood from the bench, then walked towards you pushing Luz aside shaking his head as he passed him. He was a larger man. Like a bear. Never removing the cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he spoke to you.  

“He’s across the way this way, I’ll take ya to him.” He said, motioning you along in the opposite direction. 

“Thank you, Sergeant.” You reply. 

“No problem. And it’s just ‘Bull,’ ma’am.” He said politely in his thick Southern accent as he passed you leading the way.  

You turn on your heel and proceed to follow Bull, ignoring the distant whistles you heard from some of the men you just met behind you. 

~~~~~~~

“I hope the guys haven’t given you too much trouble so far?” stated the actual Eugene ‘Doc’ Roe when you crossed into the designated aid station. 

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before, Doc.” You say with conviction.  

Bull chuckled, finding your response amusing. 

“Yeah, I bet.” Doc replied before continuing. 

“Well, let’s get you in processed here, and squared away. Thanks for bringing her here, Bull. I’m sure those other idiots would’ve just sent her to their barracks.” he said with a roll of his eyes. 

Bull nodded with a small wave.  

“See you at chow, L/N.” Bull called back to you before he left. 

When Bull returned to where the others were still gathered, they bombarded him with questions. 

“Did you catch her name??” Sergeant (Sgt) Don Malarkey prodded. 

“-is she coming to Easy Company??” Sgt Bill Guarnere interrupted before Bull could answer. 

“-did she say anything about me?” Luz questioned. 

As the interrogation got heavier, he threw his hands up and removed the cigar from his mouth. 

“GUYS!! Take it easy, will ya? You’ll see her later at chow, just don’t attack her with all of these questions right away, k? We don’t want to scare her off now, do we?” He explained as he replaced his cigar and walked away.  

They all swapped looks of excitement.  

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to have me a shower before dinner this evening.” Corporal Joe Liebgott stated while flicking his cigarette butt, rising from the picnic bench, shouldering his rifle. 

“Ok, Liebgott, like you have a shot.” Malarkey teased. 

Liebgott turned to him. 

“Oh contrare, I feel you underestimate me, Don.” He shot back at Malarkey while walking backwards, then turning back around. 

The group scoffed at him collectively. 

~~~~~~~

You got to chow early before any of the other men started to show up. You tucked yourself way in the back at a long table in the corner. You made sure to keep your head down, hanging over a tray trying to swallow some of the Army’s finest slop.  

“Should’ve just stuck to a dinner roll with margarine.” You whispered to yourself as you grimaced from the last mouthful of mystery meat from your plate. 

“Not exactly a high-end dish from The Ritz, now, is it?” Sgt Carwood Lipton joked as he sat down across from you with his own serving of slop. 

“Yeah, not quite.” You respond while poking at a hard, clay-like mound on your plate that was supposed to be mashed potatoes. 

“You’ll get used to it.” Bull stated as he sat next to you with his tray. 

You ‘psh-ed’ at Bull’s statement. 

“I highly doubt that. But I’ll make do.” You convinced yourself. “Surprisingly not the worst food I’ve had.” You added. 

“Really, there’s something out there worse than this?” Lipton asked astonished as he stirred his cold soup that looked like ketchup and water. 

“Oh yeah! Pixley and Ehler’s Diner on Clark Street in Chicago has some questionable selections.” You explained. 

“Is that where you’re from?” Corporal Frank Perconte queried as he sat next to Lipton. 

“I am.” You replied with pride. 

“You Italian then?” Guarnere asked, inviting himself to the conversation, sitting next to Perconte. 

“Italian and Irish.” You clarified. 

“Ssshh, a goddam Mick-Deigo.” Guarnere sneered crinkling his nose in disgust. 

“Leave’er alone, Gonorrhea.” Liebgott interjected sitting next to Bull. 

“I’m guessing you're Italian?” You directed at Guarnere. 

“Sicilian, actually.” He retorted. 

“Hm, you know that Sicilians aren’t real Italians, right? Sicily is just like Australia. All the criminals of Britain were shipped there to be ostracized from the mainland. Sicily is just an island of Italy’s delinquents.” You taunted. 

The others “ooooo-ed” in unison. Even Perconte who was the other Italian of Easy company. 

“She got you there, Guarnere.” Bull teased. 

Everyone laughed. Except Guarnere. 

“You think you’re funny?” Guarnere challenged. 

You sighed and looked at him deadpan in the face without an ounce of fear to show. 

“Come on, Guarnere, she was only dishing out what you gave her.” Perconte defended. 

“Shut your trap, Perconte, you should be on my side!” he said slamming a fist onto the surface of the table then pointing at him.  

The rest of the table filled up with remaining members of Easy Company that could fit that wanted to see the fight unfold. 

You folded your arms in front of you on top of the table and leaned forward, making sure you got Guarnere’s attention, then spoke with distinct fire in your voice. 

“You think I’m some dame just showing up here straight out of basic training not knowing how to handle myself with soldiers? I’ve been whistled at, barked at, howled at, catcalled, pinched, ass slapped, and manhandled by the worst of them, pal. You labeling me because of my heritage ain’t gonna do shit to me. But I’ll be damned you disrespect me like I haven’t earned the right to be respected. Just remember, I’m the one that’s going to be tending to you if you get shot in the field, sergeant.”  

You glare at him, then rise harshly from your seat, leaving the rest of the table in a state of awe and shock. 

“Good job, Gonorrhea. You pissed her off now.” Liebgott pointed out with an audible tsk. 

“Fuck her.” Guarnere spit back. 

~~~~~~~

As soon as you left the chow hall, you found a spot out of sight to catch your breath and slow your heart rate. You leaned against a post looking up towards the night sky taking deep controlled breaths. 

“Corporal L/N?” You’re startled by the voice of Lieutenant (LT) Richard Winters. You snap to attention ready to render a salute, but he waves you down. 

“As you were. Are you alright?” He asked as you relaxed your stance. 

“Yessir, just getting some fresh air.” You reassured. 

He looked at you with skepticism, not believing you were telling him the entire truth.  

You continued. 

“A room full of men who haven’t showered in a few days can make a gal lightheaded.” You joked. 

The corner of LT Winters’ mouth started to curl into a slight grin, trying his best not to laugh outloud at your quick wit. 

“I see, L/N. Well rest up, we’ll need you to be ready when we move out for the next mission.” He explained. 

“Yes, sir. Have a good night.” You replied. 

Winters gave a nod and entered the chow hall. 

LT Winters bee lined for his company’s table. His men all greeted him cheerfully as he approached the table. 

“Lieutenant, got a seat open right here.” Bull called out, gesturing to your vacant spot. 

“No thanks, Bull, I’ve eaten already.” Winters responded. He paused before he continued. 

“Just ran into Corporal L/N on the way in-” He paused again to assess the men’s reaction. 

Some continued eating, pretending like they hadn’t really heard. Lipton, Bull and Liebgott looked up at Winters waiting for him to continue. 

“She seemed somewhat troubled.” Winters finished. He waited for anyone to speak up, looking at the group expectantly. 

“Maybe her panties got all up in a twist, sir.” Guarnere offered up sarcastically. 

Some of the men chortled in response. 

Winters, Bull, Lipton, and Liebgott weren’t amused. 

“Well, she only said a room full of foul-smelling males made her dizzy and she needed fresh air.” Winters relayed, while looking at Guarnere suspiciously. 

The men all started to smell their armpits self-consciously. 

“Corporal Liebgott.” Winters called out. 

“Sir?”

“Get out there and escort L/N to her tent.” Winters instructed. 

“Yes, sir.” Liebgott acknowledged. 

“L/N will not walk around alone at night, gentlemen. I don’t care who goes with her, but make sure she always has a battle buddy in the hours of darkness. Tracking?” Winters asked, raising his voice authoritatively. 

The table responded “yes, sir” simultaneously. 

Liebgott rushed out excitedly and hustled down the street to catch you before you got too far. 

~~~~~~~

You were aways a bit ahead before Liebgott found you. 

“Hey, L/N! Wait up!” He called after you. 

You turned around looking for the voice calling your name. 

You stopped walking, waiting for Liebgott trotting over to catch up to you. 

“Can I help you?” You asked with a little more harshness in your voice than you intended. 

“As a matter of fact, I’m here to help you. I have the honor of accompanying you to your barracks.” He responded with enthusiasm and a smile. 

You were taken aback. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh?” You questioned before continuing. “That’s quite unexpectedly chivalrous of you.” 

“Well, you have Winters to thank for that, it was his idea.” He responded quite bluntly. 

You rolled your eyes.  

“Hm, I see.” You reply briskly.  

Liebgott realized he sounded like an asshole right then. 

“Of course, if you approve, I’ll appoint myself your permanent battle buddy from now on.” He extended with his signature smirk as you resumed walking together. 

You felt your face heat up. You averted your eyes to the ground so he wouldn’t see you blush. But Joseph Liebgott doesn’t miss a thing. He grinned wider. 

“If those are the LT’s orders, then have at it, Liebgott.” You replied coldly. 

“Nah, that last part was my idea.” He stated proudly. 

You shot him a confused expression, then he winked at you. 

You laughed nervously, looking away quickly to break the awkwardness you felt in the pit of your stomach. 

He smiled at you affectionately.

“And call me Joe.” He added.

“Y/N.” You reply looking up at him through your lashes.

“Look, sorry if I’m making it weird. And don’t listen to Gonorrhea. He’s just a jackass with a height deficiency. The kid always has some stupid shit to say.” He explained. 

You nod trying to suppress a giggle. 

“This is me.” You announce as you approach the entrance to your sleeping quarters. You turn to face Joe. “Thank you for the chat, and the company, Liebgott…I mean Joe.” You say dotingly. 

“Forget it. So?” He asked. 

You were genuinely confused. 

“Sooo?” You reply. 

“Am I your permanent evening escort?” he asked with a grin and a wink. 

This time you laugh outwardly at his attempt at a flirty sexual inuendo. 

“If by ‘evening escort’ you mean my nightly walk to and from one location to another, I’d have to say....I’ll think about it.” You respond flirtatiously with a wink in return. 

His face lit up. 

“Well alright then. We’ll take another test run tomorrow night.” He proposed. 

You shook your head smiling, astounded by the level of confidence this man had. 

“Good night, Joe.” You finalized as you disappear beyond the threshold of the tent entrance. 

~~~~~~~

[oktobersilver]

☆Shades of Cool.☆

SUMMARY: Y/N has been working as a stagehand for almost two years, as the years went on, a certain type of tension grew between Y/N and the bassist, John Taylor.

this takes place during their current future past tour

current john taylor x reader

CW: smut, praise kink, breeding kink, slight hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, rough sex

Y/N was working backstage making sure all the lights and speakers were properly working, the band was a couple feet over, right beside the stage entrance.

"Have you all checked to see that your instruments were working properly?" Y/N asked, glancing between the members.

Everyone nodded, but John had forgotten to test his bass, Y/N guided him back to where the sound checking was while the band continued talking.

John plugged in his bass, playing a couple warm up strums to test the sound.

"Does it sound alright? I wanted to make sure the tuning was right." Y/N asked, looking up at the taller man, who admittedly, was extremely attractive, even to this day.

John looked down at you, hesitantly parting his lips as if he was about to speak right before he gave you an answer.

"It sounds great as always Y/N, you're really good at stagehand work, y'know that?" John said in an almost teasing tone at the end. Y/N laughed and smiled at the man, god, did he know just how to turn you on? There was already a bunch of tension to begin with that gradually increased during the almost two years of your job, but he never failed to make you feel flushed.

The rest of the band began walking out on stage, Y/N flashed a smile at John before patting his shoulder as he walked out on stage, following the rest of the band.

The crowd's energetic cheers rang throughout the stadium, followed by Simon's greeting and then the booming beat of Roger's drums, the beginning beat for their hit song 'All of You' off of their recent album, 'Future Past'.

The song was written right as you started working as their stagehand, it always made you think of John, you couldn't help but think about him every time it was performed.

You were watching from backstage, standing in the doorway as John would occasionally shift around on stage, smiling without a care in the world, doing what he loved most.

It warmed your heart to see him so happy, you knew he loved music, everyone knew he did.

You snapped out of it when the booming chorus of the song began to echo throughout the building,

"I want everything, all of what you do"

You felt your heart booming in your chest, John looked at you, holding eye contact with you, tensing his gaze.

"every night, every day, I want all of you."

You kept his gaze, crossing one leg over the other as the chorus passed, John got refocused on what he was previously doing, walking across the stage as the end of the song rang out.

You continued watching, cheering and smiling as hard as you could, you were proud of him, you were proud of everyone collectively.

The remaining hours of the show were resumed, the band soon flooded backstage, everyone congratulated each other and shared a few laughs, you congratulated the bunch and soon began walking to the production room to switch the speakers off.

Y/N entered the room, setting your bag down on the available couch in the room, you began switching off the speakers.

You soon heard the door open from across the room, footsteps followed the creaking of the door.

You looked up, John entered the room with a smile, the door closing behind him.

He sat down on the round couch next to your bag, you looked up at him and smiled, "Oh, hey!" Y/N called out to him.

Y/N got up and sat on the corner cushion, facing John as you examined him from a distance.

God, he really was attractive, and the beginning of that performance still kept playing in your head.

"Y'know, you guys did really well, as always, but this was one hell of a way to kick off your new tour." You admitted, John smiled at you and laughed a bit.

"I was hoping it'd be good, we've all been waiting to start this North American tour for a while, I'm glad we finally got to." John exclaimed.

You fidgeted with the ends of your skirt, pacing your sight from his eyes to his lips, you took note of John's notice as his eyes gazed across your entire body.

"John, I know what you were doing on stage."

The man looked at you with a niche expression, flashing you a half smile.

"Oh really? You're just now noticing?" John teased, he knew exactly how to turn you on.

"Not just noticing, but I definitely noticed what you pulled on stage during that song." Y/N admitted,

"You looked really good too, god, you've always looked good." Y/N uttered.

"Hm?" John asked, standing up to sit beside Y/N, Y/N turned to him and subtly bit down on her lip

"I said, you always look good, John. You're attractive y'know that right?" Y/N said, holding eye contact with the taller man.

"You're being bold aren't you, pretty?" John teased. "You have no fucking clue how badly I've needed you, Y/N."

Y/N slid their hand against his hardening cock as he pulled you onto his lap, his mouth found itself trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing your throat all the way to your collarbone, expelling a sharp and breathy moan from your lips.

"John..." Y/N muttered as you fumbled with his belt, tugging it off of him and tossing it to the ground.

You slid down between his legs, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down his long legs, followed by his briefs.

You pulled his cock to your mouth, wrapping your lips around the width of his tip, trailing your tongue down the entire length of John's dick, causing a low groan to come out of his throat.

John threaded his fingers through the roots of your hair as you blew him, his cock filled your entire mouth as you continued sucking him.

John's moan rang through your ears as he pulled your head up by your hair, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock, holding eye contact with him as you jerked him off, his moans reeked of lust, only turning you on even more.

"Get up here, now." John demanded, you obeyed as you got beside him, John immediately pulled you into a hot and dirty kiss.

You helped him take your shorts off, tossing them to the side as well as your underwear, you took your shirt off along with your bra.

John enveloped you back into a lust-filled kiss, his hand making his way down to your pussy, moving from your clit down to your entrance, resulting in a gasp like moan.

His fingers curled inside your pussy, hitting your sweet spot every time, his lips trailer down to your shoulder and across your collarbone as he agonizingly teased you.

"Fuck me John, please, I need you." Y/N begged, palming at his cock.

"You want me to fuck you that bad princess? You want me to cum in that pretty pussy that badly?" John teased, as he fixed you to the leather sewn couch.

You nodded, he completely took his briefs and trousers off as he lined his cock up with your pussy.

His hips rocked forwards, filling you up completely as you let out a pornographic moan throughout the entire room, you dug your nails into his back as every inch of his cock slammed into you, evoking lewd noises from both of you.

"Fuck.." John groaned, leaning down to you as he marked all across your collarbone, intertwining both of your hands right beside the sides of your head.

His thrusts became rougher after a period of time, you bit down on your lower lip as you reached your head up, kissing him passionately as the two of you were practically panting in each other's mouths, his tongue invaded your mouth, further bringing you closer to your climax.

His pace still remained the same, if not stronger, tears forming at your waterline as your eyeliner ran and smeared down the sides of your face.

"Aren't you being a good girl for me today, hm?" John praised, hitting every single sweet spot, sending you to begin seeing stars.

You grabbed onto the side of the couch, wrapping your legs around him in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

"You're doing so well for me, sweetheart, you're so beautiful aren't you?" John teased, only adding to your arriving climax

John moaned, his pace got less rhythmic as he began to reach his climax, you could immediately tell as you were close too.

"Cum in me John, please! Fuck me, please John." You cried out, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, passionately kissing him as he released every bit of his climax inside of you, still fucking you as he came.

You came right after, letting out one last raunchy moan.

John looked at you with a lust infused gaze, but also loving, his cum ran out of your pussy, coating your skin.

He cupped the side of your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb along your cheek as he planted a gentle kiss on your lips.

You relished in his touch, he soon got up to get a rag to clean you up, his gentle touch coaxing your skin as if he was unaware of what he just did, he picked your clothes up and helped you get dressed as well as himself before you both headed out the room.

"You have no idea how badly I needed that".

END