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HAPPY NATIONAL BOYFRIEND DAYYY TO MY BOYFRIENDS + MORE
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Welcome back Tashi DUNCAN 💜
#tashi duncan#tashi duncan x reader#tashi duncan x you#challengers#tennis#zendaya#zendaya x reader#patrick zweig#josh o'connor#art donaldson#mike faist#wimbledon#challengers x you#send asks#challengers x reader#louis vuitton
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Masterlist 1
(Celebs)
A/n: stories that I’ll write in the future will be added on here
Elijah Hewson
End game
I wanna be yours
Enchanted
Million Dollar Man
Robert Keating
It’s not living, if it’s not with you
Alex Turner
Baby I’m yours
Carlos Sainz Jr
Red (Taylor’s version) (serie)
• I knew you were trouble (part 1)
•The moment I knew (part 2)
• Red (part 3)
• The last time (part 4)
• Begin again (part 5)
Daniel Ricciardo
The Alchemy
Logan Sargeant
We’ll be alright
Bradley Will Simpson
Risk it all
Sebastian Stan
Think I need someone older
My love mine all mine
Who I write for:
F1:
Charles Leclerc
Carlos Sainz Jr
Lando Norris
Lewis Hamilton
Daniel Ricciardo
Logan Sargeant
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Musician’s
Elijah Hewson
Alex Turner
Harry Styles
Josh Jenkinson
Robert Keating
Ryan Mcmahon
Bradley Will Simpson
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan
Chris Evans
Timotheé Chalamet
Charlie Gillespie
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Fictional characters:
Aaron Hotchner
Bucky Barnes
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Dallas Winston
Victor Tan
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Request are always open!
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god, forgive me.
part three of n/a.
ricky rocks. i always forget to update this story even though it's my favorite plot tbh
kathaholics 🦵
finn guess who we just fucking found
sab god himself?
josh we were a little more luckier than that
enya luckier than god?
enya can't wait to hear this
josh the bitch who lit stacy on fire
finn she's coming to smoke with us
sab oh great, another deadbeat to add to our group
josh how could you say that, chicago is a national treasure
josh she did what no one else could do
sab josh, she basically committed arson
finn no, we weren't lucky enough for that
finn more like, third degree burns
josh arson would be like if stacy had just completely disintegrated
josh which sadly did not even come close to happening
"these two jackasses would get themselves expelled if they ever talk like this in public."
"what do you mean?" enya snorts, "they talk like this all the time in public. neither of them have a filtered thought to save them."
louis watches the continuation string of messages between finn and josh dogging on stacy golifolk feed through his screen within their groupchat to no end. he lied in the back of their rec room on an old dusty chair while sabrina and enya continued to discuss how stupid their two friends were.
"louis, you ready to go soon?"
louis perked his head up to sabrina's inquiry, finding both of them looking at him now.
"what?"
"the graveyard," she nodded, "ditching school... remember?"
louis dips his head back as if suddenly being hit with recollection, “oh yeah, uh… no.”
“no?” sabrina is on her knees know, hanging off the back of the couch as she looks at him in surprisal.
“yeah, you seemed to have heard me correctly.”
“okay, no need to be rude about it, blockhead,” enya barges in, looking widely distasteful to his disinterest. “you’re the one who wanted to go.”
“and now i don’t.”
enya rolls her eyes before mumbling, “fucking cunt,” then turning back around to sit normally on the orange couch both her and sab were on. sab still watched him, more with confusion than annoyance that enya was hunkering.
“what’s up with you?”
kathaholics 🦵
josh yo, wtm
josh i got my bag and we already hopped the fence, so the rest of you fuckers better be on the way
sab looks up from her phone as he still scanned josh's messages, “so, you going or not?”
louis feels a strain of annoyance in his chest and a flash of heat flare upon his face; anger. for some reason, he felt a large amount of annoyance and irritation with sabrina still talking to him even after his rejection. he felt this a lot lately, and not just with sabrina, but right now she was putting the cherry on top of increasing his bad mood.
“fuck off, sabrina.”
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“do you fuckers have no sense of time?”
“relax fuck face, you act like your mental watch is so good.”
“when weed’s involved, it’s immaculate.”
enya gave a hefty sigh before swinging her bag onto her designated seat. she then looked up, analyzing the three sets of red eyes before her, she smirks, “well, well, well, if it isn’t the woman of the hour.”
“my fellow candle stick holder.”
sabrina rolls her eyes as you and enya lean toward one another to shake hands, and you’re just beaming with a thin pressed smile of amusement. she couldn’t believe this was happening.
“ladies, take a seat. you know where you belong,” josh extends his arms out to the dusty old cushions that filled the area across from him
the graveyard was an old abandoned boys school from the 1950s that was never tore down, but rather left for catholic delinquents to discover and deem as there smoke spot. the five of them currently sat in a rusty old school bus that was cleared of most its seats and replaced with scruffy old couch cushions, bean bags, and really anything to provide comfort.
you were beyond amazed at the craftsmanship when your two new friends pulled you into what was the perfect smoke spot. your urge to spark up had increased immediately upon the sight, cutting your tour short and landing all three of you on the couch shoved all the way to the back.
“aye, where is louis at?”
“his cunt ass decided he didn’t want to come,” the sour tone of enya's voice suddenly covered every part of the bus, making everyone look up to her.
you were quick to catch onto the look josh and finn share over you despite being in your high state. her tone was very sobering and somehow you felt ten times more aware of everything all because of her clear distaste for this louis boy.
“fuck, why is that?”
“fuck if i know, louis has a fuckin’ stick up his ass lately.”
“isn’t that right.”
“sorry, who are we talking about?” your face screws up while you pass on the blunt you had to finn, looking between each of them subtly.
“louis partridge,” finn inhales “brown hair, brown eyes, and apparently a recent stick inputted into his ass.”
“such a clear decipher, almost like you didn’t just describe every walking fuck in our school,” enya rolls her eyes at finn and the vague features he offered, then looking to you. "he's the same year as us, was going to be top boy."
her provided information wasn't anymore of a help either.
"what?" however, a burst of energy seized through the group upon the relevance of it.
"lou was going to be top boy?" sabrina's posture was pulled straight as the rest of them, looking for clarification from enya--all she does is shrug.
"no wonder louis has been such a prick lately. he has to start fulfilling the roll," finn chuckles to himself, slowly starting to slouch back down. "too good for us."
"hey, whatever man, good for him," josh lightly taps finn, "maybe we'll finally get coed bathrooms and cig breaks like we've been petitioning for since first year sense we know someone on the board now."
"you guys are disgusting," enya rolls her eyes.
"what, you think they won't go for the dart breaks between class?"
you think enya's eyes are about to fall out of her head by the amount of eye rolls she's had in the past five minutes. you suppress your snicker as she looks at them with a dead stare.
"yeah, good luck with that one," she readjusts herself. "louis doesn't seem to give a damn about us, let alone your first year petitions."
"cmon, en, it was just one thing. he was only pissy because of coming down off of whatever josh gave him this morning," sabrina's voice lightens in defense of him, pushing enya further in annoyance.
"it wasn't just one thing. he's been a dick for the past couple of months. you can't tell me he hasn't when we're the ones who always have to deal with it because these two dimwits are too high half the time to even speak," her pointer finger jabs in your general direction in reference to both finn and josh who seemed shocked to her accusation. "tell me you didn't forget just because you've known him for so long."
there are hints of more spite that intertwined within the sentence, and you wonder why.
"well, I have known him for a long time."
"we all have, sab, but I don't forget his bitch fits because of it."
"oh, cmon, enya, don't you think you're being kinda harsh?" josh motions mindlessly with the hand that isn't propped behind his head. "you're just still pressed about him throwing out your booze stash."
"yeah, and you would be too if it was your pot."
"yeah, well at least I'm smart enough to not bring it around him when he's asked you not to," he takes a hit, his nonchalantness pissing her off. "plus, you're the one who put it in his room."
"suck me off," she grumbles, finally throwing herself into the cushions as if finally giving up. "he shouldn't be friends with alcoholics when he doesn't want to become one himself."
silence, but you still wonder;
"who's louis again?"
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the rest of the year is for chaotic throuple media.
#interview with the vampire#amc iwtv#lestat de lioncourt#louis x lestat#challengers#art donaldson#patrick zweig#tashi duncan#zendaya#josh o'connor#mike faist#movies#gay men#bisexual#queer#iwtvamc#louis de pointe du lac
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Christmas wishlist (^з^)-☆
Josh hutcherson
Louis tomlinson
Brian quinn
#brian quinn#brian quinn x reader#louis tomlinson#1direction#onedirection#josh futturman#josh hutcherson#josh hutcherson x reader#impractical jokers#impractical jokers x reader
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Frodo/Sam (romantic) playlist, in no particular order: [and yes I’m clearly old-school…still, check these songs out, they’re too good to be forgotten!]
“I Will Follow Him” (Little Peggy March; Sam’s POV)
“Bridge Over Troubled Water” (Simon & Garfunkel; Sam’s POV)
“May I” (Trading Yesterday; Sam’s POV)
“Hold On” (Michael Bublé)
“The Story” (Brandi Carlile)
“Younger Than Springtime” (South Pacific; Frodo’s POV)
“All I Ask of You” (Josh Groban as Sam; Kelly Clarkson as Frodo)
“Because You Loved Me” (Celine Dion; Frodo’s POV)
“So Close” (Jon McLaughlin)
“I Will Always Love You” (Whitney Houston; Frodo’s POV)
“If I Never Knew You” (Jon Secada & Shanice)
“A Time for Us” (Andy Williams)
“Forever” (Mariah Carey; Frodo’s POV)
“My Heart Will Go On” (Celine Dion; Sam’s POV)
“Somewhere” (Barbra Streisand)
“A Thousand Years” (Christina Perri)
“Somewhere in Time” (Tracy Huang & Kevin Ong)
“Where Do I Begin” (Andy Williams; Frodo’s POV)
“I Was Born In Love With You” (The Mike Curb Congregation)
“Up Where We Belong” (Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes; the reference to the eagles is just perfect for these two hobbits)
“Rewrite the Stars” (Zac Efron as Sam & Zendaya as Frodo)
“Somewhere My Love” (Andy Williams; Frodo’s POV, substituting ‘Samwise’ for ‘Lara’)
“There You’ll Be” (Faith Hill; Sam’s POV)
“You Needed Me” (Anne Murray; Frodo’s POV)
“You Raise Me Up” (Josh Groban)
“We Have All the Time in the World” (Louis Armstrong; theme for Valinor reunion)
Frodo/Sam + Rosie:
“Take Her to the Moon” (Moira Dela Torre; Frodo’s POV)
#samfro#frodo x sam#sam x frodo#lotr#samwise gamgee#frodo baggins#jrr tolkien#lotr books#samfrodo#lord of the rings#playlist#lotr frodo#lotr samwise#frodo/sam#love songs#andy williams#celine dion#josh groban#louis armstrong#frodo x sam x rosie#rosie cotton#playlists#sam gamgee
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IM LOVING THESE REQUESTS PLS KEEP THEM COMING!!! btw the more detailed, the higher chance of me writing it.
If you haven't already, please make sure to read my elijah hewson full length fic on wattpad ('evergreen'). It's on my masterlist. I poured my heart and soul into that fic !! And it's completed. The first ever fic I've actually fully finished. It's about a group of friends who are put together for a duke of edinburghesque expedition. Eden, the main character, initially detests the two irish lads in her group (robert and eli) but after a rollercoaster of emotions, traumatic shared experiences, she begins to warm up to them. It's inspired by my expedition so it's personal and has all kind of random little things sprinkled into it that i have personally been through. From heating up mouldy, soaked socks in a stove to eating tortillas with nutella to playing Uno and wanting to kill the rest of your group when you don't win.
Also just wanted to thank anyone who is interacting with my work. Even if you're just liking or giving it a read, it honestly makes me really happy. I feel like fanfiction has helped me to grow as a writer. I've been doing this since I was about 13 and have always felt welcomed into any fandom I've written for. I love the sense of community on tumblr/wattpad/ao3. If you have anything to say about my writing (whether that be positive or constructive criticism) do send it my way. I always want to improve. That's why I'm doing this. If you read my first fanfics, you'd be crying your eyes out with shock and confusion. They were terrible.
Okay. Rant over. Thanks again :)
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National Anthem
Fanfic type: Smut One Shot Word count: 2.7k+ Pairing: Josh Hutcherson x Fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI; praising, edging, calling names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, dry humping, oral (m receiving), creampie, female pronouns, aftercare.. (I don't know how to write endings so i'll put it as a warning too LMAO)
Summary: In a night filled with opulence, you dressed to impress for your lover's mysterious surprise. From a chic restaurant to a lavish penthouse, you basked in the extravagance he showered upon you. The evening unfolded with decadent courses, expensive wines, and whispered promises of more indulgent encounters. As the night progressed, the dimly lit room enveloped you, its intimacy heightening the anticipation with each passing moment. The air was thick with desire as the lavish surroundings became a backdrop for an unforgettable rendezvous.
Author note: This is the first time I write something here, I hope you like it. English is not my first language btw, feel free to correct grammar and stuff. Merry christmas LMAOO<3
˝Money is the anthem of success so put on mascara and your party dress.˝
You looked in the mirror one last time and were radiant. Your hair in a half ponytail; the black short dress that was both elegant and casual; your lips... they looked so desirable... You were ready, and you knew it.
You looked at the time on your cell phone 06:54 PM. You knew Josh wasn't an unpunctual person, especially when it came to you. A message appeared on the screen of the device you were holding «hope you're ready for our surprise, sweetheart» You didn't even bother to open it.
You grabbed your expensive Louis Vuitton bag and a gorgeous fur coat, both gifts from your lover.
You checked the time one last time: 7:00pm sharp. The horn of Josh's Bugatti Veyron that you already recognized sounded twice, indicating that he was already waiting for you. You took your keys and opened the door to your luxurious residence. You couldn't see him, his windows were tinted, but you knew he could. As soon as you got close enough to the vehicle, Josh got out of it and approached you, kissed your hand and opened the door for you to get into the car. “You look stunning,” he says as he sits in the driver's side. “Thank you,” you responded, giving him a smile that maybe was fake, wondering whether to add an «I already knew that» or maybe an «I always am».
"Are you ready?" he asked looking into your eyes. You nodded at his question and smiled genuinely. "Yes I am".
Josh started the engine and the car purred at the action. He lightly placed his right hand on your thigh. This would be a long night.
You drove quickly down the highway. "Can I turn on the radio?" you asked, already knowing the obvious answer. "Yes, honey," your lover responded without taking his eyes off the road. "West Coast" by Lana del Rey began to be heard on all the car speakers.
You sang along to the lyrics, feeling the breeze in your hair. Josh smiled at you, admiring your beauty and your voice. He squeezed your thigh gently, making you shiver. You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead, whispering "I love you". You said it back, even though you weren't sure if you meant it.
You wondered where he was taking you. He had been secretive about the surprise, only telling you to dress nicely and be ready by seven. You trusted him, but you also felt a bit nervous.
You looked out the window and saw the city lights. You recognized some of the landmarks. You were heading downtown, to the most exclusive area of the city. You wondered what kind of place Josh had booked for you. A fancy restaurant? A luxury hotel? A private club? You felt a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
As you approached the downtown area, you couldn't help but think about the extravagant possibilities awaiting you. The city lights reflected in your eyes, mirroring the sparkle of your designer jewelry.
Josh, focused on the road, continued to caress your thigh with a possessive grip. The anticipation grew as the car glided through the upscale streets. You subtly adjusted your dress, making sure it showcased your curves flawlessly.
The car pulled up in front of a lavish restaurant with a discreet entrance. A valet opened the door for you, and Josh guided you inside. The dimly lit ambiance and the soft music set the perfect scene for a romantic evening. As you entered, heads turned to admire the stunning couple.
Seated at a private table, the evening unfolded with decadent courses and expensive wines. Josh, absorbed in conversation, lavished you with compliments, occasionally interrupting to share an anecdote about his successful ventures. You listened attentively, feigning interest, your mind occasionally drifting to the price tags of the exquisite dishes.
Throughout the night, you played the role of the perfect trophy girlfriend, smiling for the cameras that discreetly captured your moments. The more Josh flaunted his wealth, the more you relished in the attention and the material pleasures that came with it.
As the night progressed, Josh surprised you with a small velvet box. Your heart raced with excitement as you opened it to reveal a dazzling piece of jewelry: a diamond necklace that matched the earrings he had gifted you on a previous occasion. You marveled at it, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek.
As the clock neared midnight, Josh suggested heading to his apartment to extend the celebration. Intrigued, you agreed, wondering what else he had in store for the night.
The car smoothly glided through the city streets once more, and soon, you found yourselves in front of a sleek, modern apartment building. Josh escorted you inside, the anticipation growing with each step. The private elevator ascended to the top floor, opening into a lavish penthouse adorned with city views and opulent furnishings.
The atmosphere changed, becoming more intimate as you entered the spacious living room. Soft music played in the background, and the city lights shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Josh poured glasses of champagne, toasting to the night and the surprises yet to unfold. "To us," you added, taking a sip of the bubbly liquid.
As the night wore on, Josh led you through the luxurious penthouse. He guided you to a dimly lit room where a large, four-poster bed dominated the space. You stepped into the room, your heart racing with anticipation. The soft lighting cast an alluring glow on Josh's features, making him even more irresistible. As he closed the door behind him, you could feel the tension between them escalate.
Josh slowly approached you, his eyes roving over your body in a way that made you feel both excited and vulnerable. He reached out and ran his hands to your hips, pulling you closer, sending a shiver down your spine. "Tonight is all about us." He whispered to your ear. His lips brushed against your neck, sending a wave of desire coursing through you.
He led you over to the bed, his hands never leaving your body. He sat down, indicating with a nod that you should sit on his lap, which you did. You leaned closer to his lips and closed the small distance that existed with a passionate kiss, full of desire. His hands ran possessively from your waist until they reached the top of your back, where the zipper of your dress was, which was slowly lowered, revealing the skin that shivered down with every touch and caress that Josh gave you.
He stopped kissing your mouth, starting to focus on marking, kissing and licking your neck. Your head threw back in pleasure and your hips began to move slightly on your lover's lap, feeling his erection beneath you.
"It looks like someone prepared for tonight," Josh smirked after observing a set of beautiful lingerie that you were wearing under your elegant clothing, a gift he had given you on one of your previous sexual dates. You chuckled as you began to loosen his tie and slowly unbutton his shirt. You helped him take off his shirt while he removed the luxurious diamond necklace he gave you a few hours before.
"I have to pay you somehow, right?" He approached your neck again as you said those words. "Mhm…" He responded with a sigh against your skin "I guess you do, baby." You humped faster at his cock and he bucked his hips slightly, looking for more friction.
As the room filled with their passionate moans and soft gasps, Josh started to unclasp your bra, leaving your breasts visible which Josh quickly began to massage, licking one of your nipples while playing with the other to give them equal attention. "Josh…" you moaned softly to his ear at the sensation.
The tips of his fingers began to play with the edge of your underwear, lowering it completely as he buckled his hips looking for release. He pushed you away gently to look at you in your eyes "Kneel down, baby…" he ordered and you obeyed him like his good girl. Cautiously, you began to remove his belt and unzip his pants, him looking at you with desire and lust. You helped him take off his pants and lightly caressed his crotch. He sighed at the mix of need, desire and your hand going up and down really slowly, almost tortuously. You felt him tremble at your touch and after playing for a while you pulled down his boxers, his hard cock already dripping pre-cum. You swear your mouth watered at the sight, and you quickly started licking his length, from base to tip, on which you left a small kiss before finally taking his cock into your mouth, never breaking eye contact. Her hand slid to your hair and stroked it slowly. You swirled your tongue around his tip and he leaned his head back, holding your head tighter and closer to him. You gagged feeling the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat and he immediately loosened his grip, letting you go at your own pace.
"Fuck…" He groaned and you hummed to his pulsating cock in response. His hand dropped to the bed sheets, squeezing them as he felt a knot form in his abdomen warning him of his orgasm. You noticed this and separated your mouth from his cock, a thread of saliva joining them both, as you began to jerk him off with a slow pace, edging him off. He rolled his eyes back into his head once more feeling his orgasm cutting off. He cupped your face gently in his hands, lifting it up. He looked into your eyes. His previously brown eyes were quickly consumed by the black of his dilated pupils, thanks to desire. You clumsily climbed back into his lap, his hands immediately settling on your hips with a firm, possessive grip. You grabbed his dick desperately and lined it up to your cunt, feeling the tip of it rub against you before sitting slowly on it.
"Oh fuck!" you exclaimed as he slid into you, hitting your cervix "God… you're so good…" He moaned as he felt your hot, tight pussy enveloping his cock. His hands left your hips and moved to your thighs, holding onto them as he started moving his hips slowly, pushing deeper inside you. You whimpered, meeting his pace as you grinded your hips against him. You could feel your orgasm building up, your pussy clenching around his cock with every thrust. He moaned, seeing your breasts swaying in time with his thrusts. "You're so fucking sexy riding me like that." He said, feeling your tight pussy milking his cock. His hips slapped against yours as he pushed deeper and harder inside you. Your body shaking with pleasure. Your eyes were rolled back in your head, your mouth open panting. You couldn't believe the pleasure you were feeling, his hard cock stretching you open.
"F…fuck… im so close…" You whispered between a moan, your eyes rolling back as you felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over you. "Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart…" you tried to respond, but only moans and sighs came out of your mouth. The orgasm hit you like an electroshock drawing an almost screamed moan. Your thighs trembling on top of Josh; your eyes completely rolled into your head. You fell onto Josh's chest, your head on his shoulder and he held you gently. He slowed his pace so you would come down from his orgasm. Josh held you close, feeling your body shuddering from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. His heart raced, feeling the heat emanating from your body. He kissed your forehead softly, his own breathing heavy. "You're incredible…" he whispered to your ear before leaving another kiss in your forehead.
After a few moments, his heart rate slowly returned to normal and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Ready for round two, honey?" He asked, his voice hoarse from the pleasure. You nodded, feeling completely spent but eager for more. Josh pulled out of you slowly, making sure to prolong the pleasure before lying you down on the bed, his hard cock still twitching. Your legs spread slightly. He climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists over your head. His eyes hungrily eating you up and your body trembled with anticipation.
Josh thrust into you again, his movements both fast and hard, despite his efforts to maintain control. The sensation was intense, filling you up completely. His breathing became ragged as he felt himself close. "Fuck, you feel so good… so perfect for me…". You moaned loudly, feeling Josh's rough love deep within you. Your body arched off the bed, meeting his powerful thrusts eagerly.You could feel the intensity of his movements increasing further.
"I can't hold on much longer" Josh groaned, his hips slamming against yours in an unyielding rhythm. The head of his cock brushed against your cervix, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold off his orgasm. His eyes were filled with lust. "Fuck, you're tight" he grunted, pushing deeper inside you. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper. He felt your tight muscles gripping his shaft, pulling him closer to the edge.
His movements became erratic, thrusting into you with renewed force. "I'm gonna cum…" You moaned, feeling the pressure and tightness growing inside you. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts hungrily as he slammed into you again and again, feeling his cock twitching inside you. "I need you to cum inside me… please…" you whispered, your voice sultry and seductive. Your hips bucked up against him in perfect sync with his thrusts, your breasts swaying enticingly. Your nails dug into the sheets beneath you as Josh's pace quickened even more. "Cum for me…" you moaned seductively, pushing your hips up to meet his powerful thrusts.
Josh groaned loudly, his breaths becoming ragged as he felt himself getting closer to his climax. You writhed under him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. "Fuck, you're so tight… so hot…"
His hips slammed against yours one last time, his cock throbbing inside you. eyes closed tightly as he released himself into you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His seed filled you up, feeling both hot and thick. He groaned loudly, his face contorted in pleasure.
He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He collapsed onto you, your panting filling the room. His cock twitched inside you as he tried to regain control. Slowly, he pulled out of you, a trail of his essence leaking out.
After a few moments, his breathing returned to normal. Slowly, he rolled off you, panting heavily. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "That was… intense." He said, still trying to catch his breath. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his heart still racing from the intense pleasure he'd just experienced. Josh smiled at you softly, his eyes closed. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from your face.
Josh sat up carefully, his muscles still quivering slightly from the exertion. He leaned over to grab a couple of tissues from the bedside table, returning to wipe the remaining moisture from your inner thighs and between your legs. Josh gently ran the tissues over his own lap, wiping away the mix of his own semen and your fluids. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down after the intense passion he had just experienced. After he was done cleaning up, he scooped up the discarded tissues and placed them in the trash can, then crawled back and cuddled up next to you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed his face into your hair, inhaling your unique scent.
"That was amazing and… you were incredible," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "I'm gonna have to spoil you rotten after this." he chuckled and you smiled back to him. "Aww… you don't have to…" you said while caressing his cheek. "Of course I do" He responded to your attempt of kindness, brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead.
You curled into his warm embrace, feeling satisfied and fulfilled. A small smile played on your lips as you knew that this would not be the end of their secret encounters. There were many things you could ask for from him and he would gladly give, just to keep you by his side.
The room was a quiet sanctuary and your mind wandered to the tangible rewards that awaited you after this secret rendezvous. The diamond necklace he gave you whispered promises of future luxuries and you heard them attentively before falling asleep in your rich loverman's arms.
#josh hutcherson#peeta mellark#mike schmidt#sean anderson#clapton davis#josh hutcherson smut#josh futturman#mike schmidt smut#smut#fnaf smut#peeta mellark x reader#clapton davis x reader
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YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA: SLYTHERIN BOYS X DORMMATE READER
continuation of my previous post (i got caught up in getting out my anthony goldstein headcanons was it obvious). okay so full disclosure, i haven't read the fanfictions lorenzo and mattheo are from (i only read yandere is it obvious) (i see their faceclaims and cannot. exclude), so if i'm not portraying them correctly shout at me. but just for a moment, imagine having the 79-80 liner slytherin boys yandere for their dormmate? (okay there is a loophole i'll write for male readers/darlings if asked).
maybe they've known the reader/darling since childhood, and the sudden close proximity magnifies the possessive and obsessive tendencies they were developing towards the darling. or, the darling could suddenly get sorted into slytherin and now they have a roommate they did not expect to have. for the second scenario i don't think the darlings personality would matter much - either way, they're all apprehensive about this really cute kid they suddenly are dorming with.
maybe they give the reader a hard time at first (although this is only really likely to happen for a darling in a different house, or a muggleborn darling) but whoo boy if anyone else thinks of teasing the reader, they'll get hell from our dear slytherins here. actually, anyone who the reader pays mind to becomes a target of torment and bullying by draco and his gang. especially potter. please, reader, for potters own sanity and the good of the wizarding world, do not approach, think about or even look in the direction of harry. it ends in an ugly tantrum from draco, prolonged sarcasm from theodore, silence from blaise, aggression from mattheo and teasing from lorenzo. crabbe and goyle won't be carrying your books for you for the next week either.
when they get like this, it'll be the darling that'll have to make it up to them, or risk having it all drag out until one of them gets over it naturally.
GREGORY GOYLE & VINCENT CRABBE (cast josh herdman, jamie waylett):
they're all horribly possessive and jealous by default, but generally, crabbe and goyle are the easiest to deal with, they both have a soft spot for their darling, and are pretty used to being bossed around, the second choice and having to share. they're also the easiest to appease, putting food on crabbe's plate is enough to make him happy, and paying goyle any mind will go a long way.
they don't need constant attention (draco), validation (draco), and affection (draco), from their darling, and are content just being in their life.
BLAISE ZABINI (cast louis cordice):
after them, i honestly don't know who's worse. going in alphabetical order, blaise appears to be calm and uncaring when it comes to his darling, but do not be fooled, he's not going to sit back and let his darling get whisked away by the likes of a half blood (sorry mattheo), spolit daddy's boy (apologies draco), spolit mommy's boy (soz enzo) or someone who's one lab accident away from becoming a supervillain (blaise's words not mine theo).
blaise tolerates the rest of the slytherins for now, but if any of them think he'd ever fully agree to sharing with the likes of them, they are wrong. he fantasises about taking his darling away from the world after graduating, and probably has his mother trying to arrange a marriage the moment he decides they're his.
DRACO MALFOY (cast tom felton):
unlike blaise, draco is not even a little bit subtle about his possesiveness over his darling, he only see's the other slytherins as tools to ensure his darlings safety and happiness at hogwarts, and does not bother to pretend like he isn't planning to kidnap move the reader into malfoy manor the minute they graduate. actually, he couldn't wait that long.
he'll look for any opportunity to have the malfoy family gain custody of his darling. all the more better if his darling comes from a dysfunctional household. but either way, he'll make sure his family is all they have to turn to.
all i know about lorenzo is that he has mommy and daddy issues so i'll have to piggybank off that. he'll present himself as the 'sane' one, if his darling is complaining about the behaviour of the other slytherins, enzo wholeheartedly agree's with them "i don't know what's wrong with all of them - you sure you didn't slip any amortentia into their drinks?" he becomes a safe haven from the possessive obsession his dormmates seem to share for their darling.
LORENZO BERKSHIRE (fancast louis patridge):
lorenzo acts the most normal, but don't be fooled, he's just as obsessed as the rest of them. enzo is just better at hiding it. he too, frequently thinks about whisking them away, but is much less finite about it; holing his darling up in his house isn't the end goal. he could honestly live with sharing them with his fellow slytherins, but this is all assuming that the reader takes well to his attempts at becoming the 'sane one'.
if enzo isn't able to successfully befriend them, he'll have to settle for being the 'mean one'. teasing and humiliation follows his darling, as does he. it's not severe, but it's probably the push the reader needs to fall into deep depression and anxiety. so please, take the sane bait.
MATTHEO RIDDLE (fancast benjamin wadsworth):
mattheo doesn't exactly have a family reputation to uphold, blaise, draco, enzo and theo would want to keep up a respectable reputation, whatever that is in pureblood society, but mattheo? the dark lords son? he's entirely unhinged.
if lorenzo is the 'sane one', mattheo is the 'crazy one'.
he doesn't really care what his darling, or others, think of his behaviour. if he wants to spend time with them, he's going to. he'll pull them out of class, drag them away from the other slytherins, just to skip rocks in the black lake with them, or raid the kitchens. he doesn't really bother hiding his yandere tendencies, he'll actively tell his darling not to talk to certain people "because i said so" "stop asking questions", and will refuse to elaborate further. sometimes, there will be disturbing moments of honesty between him and his darling; he'll admit that he's obsessed with them, and threaten to attack people they pay attention to. and he'll tell them that they belong to him.
sometimes it's frightening and sometimes he'll come across as sweet. he is both predictable and unpredictable, which puts his darling at unease around him.
THEODORE NOTT (fancast lorenzo zurzolo):
theodore uses guilt to garner his darlings sympathy, all the more easier if they are childhood friends. he'll make sure they know about his harsh childhood, and make them feel responsible for his wellbeing. he's the only one to create a sense of dependency not built upon threats. out of all the slytherins, he gets to know his darling the best, he'll use guilt, emotional breakdowns and dark secrets to create a sense of obligation towards him.
theo is the most comforting of the slytherins to be around, he's quiet and the only one who they can spend time with without feeling much pressure. he demands the most of their attention, and is by far the most possessive. whilst i can see the other slytherins finding a way to deal with sharing their darling amonst themselves, if the rest don't back off eventually (stop dreaming theo) (they won't), he's the most inclined to just get rid of them - he can't stand it when his darling is around anyone but him, he wakes early to walk his darling to class just so they won't get caught up in the busy halls, where eyes can wonder and other people can have a chance to interact with his darling.
theodore pairs with them for every project, which leads to some ugly arguments between him and blaise, who only really get's his fill of his darling by sitting next to them in class. and draco, and mattheo and enzo and even goyle who was hoping the reader would help get him a good grade for once.
out of all of them, draco, goyle and blaise are the most patient. they want their darling to love them, not see them as monsters to flinch away from.
theodore, lorenzo and mattheo will take whatever they can get. lorenzo in particular doesn't want his darling to fear him but won't let them get away with trying to escape or disobedience. mattheo doesn't mind being the villain if he must be, but his heart clenches when his darling acts so obviously distrustful of him. theodore is the least patient, and if his darling starts to shy away from him, he snaps. at them, at the rest of the slytherin boys. but he's also easy to keep content, so long as his darling is always by his side.
similarly, blaise just enjoys being in the presence of his darling, and doesn't feel the need to cuddle up to them constantly like draco and enzo do. mattheo is a loose canon, and sometimes is fine being near them, other times he wants skin to skin contact 25/8.
they're hopeless at sharing, and only really get along for the sake of their darling. there are only really two ways this can end; theodore finally snaps and tries to off the rest of them after graduation, or they somehow come to an agreement on sharing, maybe they each get their own day a week
monday for draco, tuesday for blaise, wednesday for theo, thursday for enzo, and friday for mattheo. goyle and crabbe probably aren't taken seriously enough to get given their own day, so then the weekends are spent sharing (fighting).
the only time the boys will work in tandem is when someone attempts to take their darling and their attention, away. best example, darling starts dating someone. which is already pretty improbable, considering they give the reader no alone time whatsoever. but let's just say the darling here is going on a date with cormac mclaggen (get a grip, darling), any grudges they've been holding against each other are off, mclaggen has just signed his death warrant.
mattheo and theodore do most of the dirty work, whilst lorenzo distracts the reader. draco and blaise cover up their tracks, so it seems like whatever they did to mclaggen was an untimely accident. or have it blamed on someone else. goyle and crabbe intimidate anyone who tries to get close to the darling from then on.
they might hate sharing with each other, but they truly despise sharing with an 'outsider'.
#yandere harry potter#yandere draco malfoy#yandere blaise zabini#yandere theodore nott#yandere mattheo riddle#yandere lorenzo berkshire#yandere goyle#yandere crabbe#yandere slytherin#hp#draco malfoy#blaise zabini#theodore nott#mattheo riddle#lorenzo berkshire#gregory goyle#slytherin boys#golden era#hp writings
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Don’t Call Me Love - Part 1
Masterlist
When you’re recruited to fill in as a bassist on One Direction’s tour, you can’t turn down the opportunity. But there’s one big problem—Louis. You clash as two confident musicians, each unwilling to back down. Will your constant bickering tear you apart, or will it lead to something more?
Tags: Louis x reader, enemies to lovers, slow burn, some violence
Part 2 | Part 3
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The sound of equipment being set up fills the arena as you step through the backstage door, the energy of the band’s first soundcheck vibrating in the air. You’ve done this a hundred times before, but today is different. Today, you’re here with One Direction—on their tour, no less. It’s temporary, sure, just filling in while their usual bassist takes some time off, but the pressure feels just the same.
Josh, the drummer, leads you through the maze of corridors. He’s been the one to help poach you for this gig—his recommendation, with Paul, the tour manager, signing off. They both know you’ve played for big names before, but that doesn’t make this any less daunting. You’re used to being one of the few women in the room, but being surrounded by men this time—especially them—it’s different. Louis, in particular, already feels like a potential problem.
“So, this is it,” Josh says, pushing open a door. “Green room. The boys are in here.”
You step inside, immediately hit with the chaotic, laid-back vibe of the band. Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Harry are lounging around, laughing and chatting, their casual ease a stark contrast to the nerves twisting in your stomach.
Josh waves a hand. “Guys, this is Y/N. She’ll be playing bass with us this tour.”
Liam stands first, his smile warm and genuine. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard good things. Glad to have you on board.”
“Welcome,” Niall adds, flashing you a cheeky grin. “Hope you’ve got some solid basslines for us.”
Zayn gives a simple nod, but you can see the flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Nice to meet you.”
Harry’s grin widens as he stands, walking over to clap you on the shoulder. “Welcome to the madness,” he says, his voice light. “Hope you’re ready for this.”
You return their smiles, trying to keep your nerves at bay. They seem friendly, laid-back, not what you expected for a band of their caliber. But as your eyes land on Louis, sitting across the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest, you feel the air shift. His gaze is sharp, appraising, not warm like the others. He stands slowly, studying you with a half-smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“So,” he begins, his voice casual but laced with something you can’t quite place, “you’re the new bassist.” He leans back slightly, sizing you up. “I’m sure you’re good if Paul and Josh signed off on you.”
You feel the weight of his words, his tone like an unspoken challenge. You’re used to being underestimated, but something about Louis’ skepticism stings more than you expected. You meet his gaze, trying to ignore the sudden tension tightening in your chest.
“Yeah,” you say, your voice steady and confident despite the nerves. “I’m good. Been doing this for a while.”
Louis raises an eyebrow, clearly not impressed with your confidence. “We’ll see about that.”
The air in the room shifts, and for a moment, it feels like you’re both sizing each other up, like you’re already in a silent war for dominance. You stand your ground, knowing you can’t let this bother you.
The tension lingers in the air for a moment, but before it can spiral, Liam steps in, his voice firm but not unkind.
“Louis,” he says, his tone cutting through the quiet. “That was a bit rude.”
Louis looks caught off guard for a second, his expression flickering between annoyance and something close to guilt. But instead of apologizing, he just shrugs. “I was just making an observation,” he mutters, his tone less sharp but still skeptical.
Liam doesn’t back down. “She’s here to do a job, mate. Let her do it. We don’t need to make her feel like she has something to prove.”
You feel the heat of the moment, the weight of their gaze shifting toward you, and you refuse to let it show. You’ve been in these situations before—surrounded by high-profile, alpha personalities—and you know how to handle yourself. If Louis thinks he’s going to intimidate you, he’s in for a surprise.
“Don’t worry about me,” you say, meeting Liam’s eyes briefly before turning back to Louis. “I’ve been in worse situations. I’m here to play bass, not to make friends.” You flash a small, reassuring smile. “And I can handle rude comments.”
Liam looks relieved, but Louis just stares at you, his expression unreadable. It’s clear he’s not used to being called out like this, especially not by someone he’s just met. But there’s a moment where you see something shift in his eyes—respect, maybe, or irritation. It’s hard to tell.
“Well, if you can handle that, you’ll fit right in,” Louis says, his voice dry, but there’s an underlying tension in it that makes you feel like he’s still not fully convinced.
You give a nonchalant shrug, unwilling to let his attitude throw you off. “I can handle whatever comes my way,” you reply smoothly.
The room seems to breathe a little easier as the moment passes, but you can still feel Louis’ eyes on you. His skepticism hasn’t disappeared, and you’re pretty sure he’s not done challenging you just yet. But that’s fine. You’ve dealt with worse, and if this tour’s going to be anything, it’s going to be interesting.
…
The arena is electric, the crowd’s energy pulsing through the stage lights as you take your position. The band is in full swing, the opening notes of their first song ringing out into the night. You’ve done soundchecks before, but nothing like this. The roar of the crowd, the intensity of the lights, the sheer scale of it all—it’s impossible to ignore. But, for once, you don’t feel like a small fish in a big pond.
You feel like you belong.
The bass under your fingers hums, resonating with the beat of the drums, and you can’t help but smile as you watch the crowd sing along. This is why you do it. This is why you’re here.
Josh, the drummer, gives you a playful nod as he leans into his kit, and you can tell he’s already impressed by how quickly you’ve settled into the set. Jon, the pianist, gives you a thumbs up between songs, his grin as wide as ever. Dan, the guitarist, flashes you a wink, and you match his energy, jamming along with him in sync as the song shifts into a fun instrumental section.
Niall, also on guitar, joins you during a breakdown, his fingers dancing along the neck of his guitar while you keep the rhythm solid. The two of you are in perfect harmony, and the crowd goes wild at the energy you’re feeding off each other.
Between songs, you catch glimpses of the other boys—Liam and Harry, always checking in on you, giving you encouraging looks or nodding in approval. It feels good, their easy camaraderie making you feel like part of the team. Zayn sends you a subtle thumbs-up from his spot, and you can tell he’s impressed by how easily you’ve slipped into the band’s flow.
But Louis? He’s always just watching, sizing you up with those sharp eyes, as if waiting for you to mess up, or slip, or prove that you don’t belong here. It’s like he’s expecting you to fail, and part of you wonders if he’s hoping you do.
You’re not bothered by it, though. If anything, it pushes you harder. This is your element. This is where you shine.
The night races by in a blur of lights, sounds, and music. The energy between you and the band is electric, the crowd’s excitement adding to the momentum of every song. You’re having the time of your life.
As the final song approaches, the music begins to slow, and Liam steps up to the mic with a grin. He looks over at you, his voice loud and warm as he speaks into the microphone.
“Alright, everyone!” Liam calls out, turning to the crowd. “Before we finish up tonight, we want to give a special shoutout to our newest member on bass—Y/N!”
The crowd erupts into applause, and you can’t help but grin, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. Liam’s always the one to make everyone feel welcome, and hearing his praise in front of thousands of people makes your heart race.
“She’s been absolutely amazing tonight, and we’re so lucky to have her on this tour!” Liam continues, his smile wide and genuine. “She’s been crushing it with us, and we can’t wait to keep rocking with her.”
Niall adds his own support, his voice cheerful, “She’s made this tour even more fun than we could’ve imagined. Let’s hear it for her, guys!”
Harry, ever the charmer, points to you with a grin. “And let’s not forget—she’s holding her own with us, and that’s no easy feat!”
The crowd roars in response, and you feel the excitement swell around you. It’s overwhelming, the support from the band, the cheering from the crowd. It’s a moment that feels surreal, but you’ve earned it.
You glance at Louis, standing off to the side, arms crossed as he watches. His eyes lock with yours for a brief second, and for the first time tonight, there’s a flicker of something different in his gaze. Something closer to approval. But then it’s gone, and he’s back to his usual guarded expression.
You don’t let it distract you.
Tonight is yours. The crowd is still chanting, the music still filling the air, and you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
…
The adrenaline from the performance still pulses in your veins as you step off stage, heart pounding in time with the last echoes of the crowd’s cheers. The band is high on the energy, chatting and laughing, but there’s a sense of exhaustion settling in too.
You make your way toward the dressing room, wiping sweat from your forehead, still buzzing from the performance. Josh, Jon, and Dan are ahead of you, their loud voices filling the hall as they banter back and forth. Niall is talking to some of the crew members, his usual easygoing demeanor present even after a high-intensity show.
But Louis… he’s lingering near the entrance of the green room, arms crossed, eyes scanning the space. The moment he notices you approaching, his expression darkens slightly.
You can feel it in the air—the same tension that’s been simmering since you first met. His eyes don’t soften, don’t offer a hint of the approval you thought you saw earlier. No, this time, there’s something sharper. Something colder.
You walk past him, pretending not to notice, but you can feel his gaze on you like a weight on your back.
“You did alright tonight,” he says, his voice flat, with just a hint of something unspoken lingering beneath it.
You pause, arching an eyebrow. That’s the closest thing to praise you’ve gotten from him so far, but it doesn’t sound like praise at all. It sounds more like a begrudging acknowledgment that you didn’t screw up.
“Thanks,” you reply, your tone neutral, refusing to let his attitude throw you off. You know how to deal with egos. You’ve been in this industry too long to let one band member’s attitude ruin your mood.
Louis steps in front of you as you try to pass, blocking your way. His stance is firm, challenging, and it makes your pulse quicken—though not in the way it probably should.
“Must be nice to be the center of attention,” he says, his eyes narrowing. “The crowd was practically eating you up out there.”
You tilt your head, meeting his gaze without backing down. “You’ve got a problem with that?”
Louis shrugs, a little too nonchalantly for someone who’s clearly irked. “I just think it’s… interesting how quickly you’ve managed to slide in and make this all about you.”
Your pulse spikes, irritation flashing through you. “Oh, so now I’m a distraction?” You cross your arms, matching his posture. “I thought the band was here to perform and entertain. You got a problem with that too?”
Louis leans in slightly, his voice dropping a bit lower. “Maybe I’ve got a problem with you thinking you can waltz in here and take over. This isn’t some little gig. We’ve been doing this for years. Don’t pretend like you’re already one of us.”
The words hit harder than they should, but you refuse to show it. You’ve been working with famous artists for a long time, but there’s something about the way Louis looks at you, with that smirk on his face, that digs under your skin.
“I’m not here to take over, Louis,” you say, your voice biting, though you can’t hide the heat rising in your chest. “I’m here to do my job. And clearly, I’m doing it well.”
He doesn’t back off. Instead, his eyes seem to burn with something you can’t quite place. “We’ll see how long that lasts. You think you’re different from all the others who’ve tried to prove themselves here?”
You feel the challenge in his words, the weight of his judgment pressing down. You’re used to people doubting you, but this is different. This feels personal.
“I’m not here to prove anything to you, Louis,” you reply, stepping closer to him, eyes narrowing. “I’m here to do my job. And if you can’t handle that, maybe you’re the one who doesn’t belong.”
For a moment, the silence between you is thick—charged, electric. Louis’s gaze locks with yours, a fire burning there that makes your pulse race. There’s a tension between you, thick and palpable, that has nothing to do with music. It’s something more. Something you’re not sure you want to acknowledge, but can’t seem to ignore.
Louis’s lips curl into a tight, knowing smile, though it’s far from friendly. “You’ve got a lot of nerve. I’ll give you that.”
“You don’t scare me,” you shoot back, barely holding back the edge of your voice.
He steps back, but not before his eyes flicker over you—scanning you, evaluating you like you’re something he’s trying to figure out, trying to crack open.
“Good,” he says, his voice low. “Because you’re going to need it. This tour’s not going to be a walk in the park. Not for someone like you.”
You shoot him a look, and without another word, push past him toward the green room. Your heart is still pounding from the confrontation, and the last thing you want to do right now is let Louis have the satisfaction of thinking he’s gotten to you.
As you walk away, you can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t look back.
You’ve dealt with worse. You’re not backing down now. And if Louis thinks this is some sort of battle of wills? Well, you’ve got plenty of fight left in you.
…
It’s been a full week since you joined the tour, and everything has fallen into place. The band’s been great—everyone’s welcoming, and you’ve quickly earned the respect of most of the crew. The energy between you and Niall is effortless, you’ve found common ground with Josh, Jon, and Dan, and even Zayn’s started giving you those subtle nods of approval.
But Louis? Louis is another story.
The tension between you two is palpable. Every passing day, the coldness between you sharpens, like a knife edge you can’t avoid. He’s been relentless—mocking your skills, dismissing your ideas, throwing jabs whenever he gets the chance. And, every time, you bite back. You’ve got thick skin. You’ve had to with men like him in the industry. But that doesn’t make it any easier.
Tonight, the band’s decided to hit a bar for a night off—get some drinks, unwind after a week of rehearsals and shows. You’re not looking forward to it. You’d be lying if you said you were. But you go, because it’s part of the gig.
The bar’s loud, packed with people. The band quickly claims a booth at the back, and the drinks are poured generously. You grab a seat next to Dan, Jon, and Niall. There’s a bit of casual chatter, nothing too serious—until Louis walks up.
You don’t have to look up to know he’s there. You can feel the weight of his presence before he even opens his mouth. And when he does, it’s as sharp as ever.
“Must be nice,” he says, leaning in just enough that his words are directed only at you. His voice is thick with sarcasm. “You’ve only been here a week, and you’re already so at home, aren’t you?”
You don’t bother pretending you didn’t catch that. You don’t have to. “I’m doing my job, Louis,” you reply coolly, your eyes narrowing. “I think that’s what you’re supposed to do here, too.”
Louis smirks, tilting his drink in your direction like it’s some sort of unspoken challenge. “Right, because that’s all you’re here for, isn’t it? To do your job. You’re not here to fit in, or be part of the band, or anything like that.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Not trying to fit in, Louis. Just here to do what you clearly can’t.”
The jab lands. You can see it flicker in his eyes—the slight shift in his expression, the tightening of his jaw. He hates that you’ve called him out. But Louis is never one to back down, so he leans in closer, his voice cutting through the tension.
“Right. Because you think you’ve got it all figured out. A real pro, huh?” He lets out a short, humorless laugh. “You’re here to replace me, is that it?”
The table falls quiet, everyone sensing the immediate tension. Niall catches your eye, his expression full of sympathy, but he doesn’t say anything—probably because he knows the kind of fire Louis is playing with.
You can feel the anger bubbling up inside you. Louis’s arrogance, the way he’s dismissing you—it’s too much. You don’t need this, not from him, not from anyone.
“Maybe you should stop being so threatened by someone who does their job better than you,” you snap back, your voice biting, the words harsh as they leave your lips. “Not my fault you’re so insecure.”
Louis’s nostrils flare, his eyes flashing with something darker than annoyance. You can practically feel the heat of his glare across the table. He’s furious, and you’re not backing down either.
“That’s real rich coming from someone who still hasn’t earned their place here,” he sneers. “Let’s see how long you last when you realize you’re not as important as you think you are.”
The tension at the table is suffocating now. It’s gone beyond playful banter or the usual sarcastic jabs. This is real. It’s a war of egos, both of you unwilling to give an inch.
Liam, ever the peacekeeper, clears his throat from across the table, his voice calm but firm as he tries to defuse the situation. “Alright, alright, let’s just—let’s not start this again, yeah?” he says, trying to catch Louis’s eye before turning to you. “You two have been going at it for a week, we don’t need it tonight.”
But Louis doesn’t back down. He’s not done yet. “You think I’m threatened by her, Liam?” he shoots back, a laugh that’s more bitter than funny escaping his lips. “Please. Just getting sick of this act.”
You lean forward, matching his fire with every ounce of your own. “What’s the matter, Louis? You don’t like seeing someone who knows what they’re doing? You’ve had the spotlight for years, but that doesn’t mean you get to disrespect everyone else, including me.”
Liam sighs, rubbing his hand over his face in exasperation, while Harry shoots a look to Zayn. Both of them are silent, but it’s obvious they’re picking up on the rising storm.
Niall, always the one to try and lighten the mood, grins and raises his glass. “Well, this just turned into the best happy hour I’ve ever had,” he says with a chuckle, hoping to break the tension. “At this rate, you two should just get a room already.”
There’s an awkward silence before the entire table erupts into nervous laughter. But you don’t break eye contact with Louis. Neither does he.
“You think this is funny, Niall?” Louis shoots back, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Niall, ever the charmer, flashes a grin. “I think you two need a hobby outside of tearing each other apart.”
You don’t crack a smile. Not this time.
Louis finally leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable but still tense. “Whatever,” he mutters. “It’s not my problem.”
But you know it’s far from over. It never is.
As the night drags on, you feel that pressure in the air—the electric tension that never quite disappears. You don’t know whether it’s because of your constant battles or the fact that neither of you is willing to admit that this back-and-forth is becoming something else. But for now, you keep your distance. And Louis does the same.
For now.
…
The band is prepping for soundcheck. The stage is alive with the hum of equipment, the crew running around, making last-minute adjustments. You’re already in your element, running through a few of the songs you’ve been practicing, jamming with Josh, Jon, Dan, and Niall.
It’s the usual high-energy chaos, and you’re enjoying every second of it. The music flows easily, everyone in sync. You’re starting to feel like a permanent part of the group, and honestly? You’re loving the buzz of it all.
But then you feel it. The heavy presence.
Louis.
He walks onto the stage, taking his place by his mic, his gaze zeroing in on you like a hawk spotting its prey. You try to ignore him, focus on your bass, but you can feel him watching. And you know he’s about to say something.
You feel it in your gut as you strum a few notes. The beat falters, and sure enough, he’s already there.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Louis calls out, his voice light but laced with a sharp edge. “You’re not part of the band yet, you know. You just think you are because you can play a few songs.”
You ignore him, continuing to play. But you’re aware of him, and you can’t let that slide.
“Maybe I’m just a quick learner,” you shoot back, not missing a beat.
Louis chuckles darkly, crossing his arms. “Or maybe you’re just trying too hard. Ever think about that, love?”
The moment he says it, you freeze.
“Stop calling me that,” you snap, looking up sharply, your eyes meeting his.
“What, love?” Louis smirks, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he watches your reaction. “You don’t like it?”
“That!” you grit out, gesturing toward him, barely containing your frustration. “Stop calling me love.”
But Louis only tilts his head, his smirk widening. “Oh, don’t worry, love. I think it suits you,” he says, practically purring the last word, clearly enjoying how worked up you’re getting.
You glare at him, but the tension has already shifted. It’s like a game to him, one he’s winning. And you can feel your blood pressure rising, your temper snapping to the surface.
“Are you really going to keep doing this?” you ask, jaw tight, daring him to respond.
Louis leans in closer, eyes locked on yours. “Why not? I think it gets a rise out of you.”
“Shut up, Louis,” you mutter, the words leaving your mouth more out of instinct than actual threat.
Behind you, the other boys exchange looks, the growing tension not lost on them. Niall glances between you two, clearly amused but trying not to laugh.
“You two want to tear each other apart or tear each other’s clothes off?” Niall remarks casually, the grin playing at the corner of his mouth.
Zayn, who’s been quietly watching from the side, finally chimes in, his voice dry. “You two are like a bloody soap opera. At this rate, I’m just waiting for the dramatic music.”
Jon chuckles, shaking his head. “Can we just focus on soundcheck? Or are we going to have another fight?”
Louis, never one to back down, flicks a quick look your way before turning to Niall with a smirk. “I think you’ve got it wrong, mate. She’s the one picking the fight.”
You’re seething now, unable to hold back your anger. But you stand your ground, not willing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you back down.
“I’m just doing my job,” you retort. “If you don’t like it, maybe you should find another bass player.”
Louis laughs under his breath, a low sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Maybe I will, love. But for now, I’ll just call you what I want.”
Niall raises his hands in mock surrender, eyes wide. “Okay, okay, enough with the love.” He glances between you and Louis, then gives you a teasing grin. “I still don’t know if you two want to strangle each other or—”
“Shut up, Niall,” you and Louis say in unison, both of you glaring at him.
The entire band laughs at the synchronicity of it, but you can feel the simmering heat between you and Louis. It’s a volatile mix—like oil and fire, never quite burning out.
And Louis? He just grins, clearly enjoying the chaos he’s stirring.
…
The crowd is electric, the energy of the show palpable as the band works through their set. You’re in your zone, feeling the rush of the crowd as you jam along with the boys. Everything’s going perfectly—until, of course, the water fight breaks out.
It starts with Louis and Liam, like it always does. A playful shove here, a sneaky splash there, until suddenly, the entire band is in the midst of a full-blown water war. The crowd laughs as the boys hurl bottles of water at each other, their faces lit up with mischief.
You’re standing off to the side with the band, trying to stay out of it, but it’s impossible. The water’s flying everywhere. It’s not long before Niall, Harry, and Zayn are all soaked, laughing as they try to dodge the streams. You can see Liam and Louis going at it, their grins wide and cheeky, both determined to come out on top.
Then, with impeccable timing, Louis strides toward you, grinning like the devil himself, absolutely drenched from head to toe. His shirt sticks to his skin, his hair messy and damp, but somehow it only makes him look more… ridiculously good.
Part of you wants to scowl and look away, but you can’t help but notice how his soaked shirt clings to his body, outlining every toned muscle. Your stomach flips, despite yourself.
And that’s when he sees you, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. He doesn’t even need to say anything before he pulls out a water bottle and douses you with it, the cold spray soaking through your clothes in an instant.
“That’s for being so grumpy, love,” he teases, his voice low and taunting as his eyes rake over you, taking in the way the water clings to your form.
You shake your head, mouth agape with irritation, and the fire in you burns hotter than ever. You barely have time to react before you snap, “I swear, I’m going to kill you, Louis.”
His grin widens at your words, clearly loving the reaction he’s getting from you. “Sure you will, love,” he says, leaning in just a bit closer, his gaze lingering on you. “Maybe later. After I’ve really pissed you off.”
Behind him, the other boys are watching with interest, but they can’t seem to keep their laughter contained.
Niall grins, arms crossed over his chest. “You two are ridiculous. Honestly, are you gonna fight or just make out already?”
Zayn shakes his head with a smirk. “No one knows if they want to strangle each other or fuck each other at this point.”
Liam, still chuckling from his battle with Louis, adds, “Mate, you’ve got to stop messing with her. She’ll have your head if you’re not careful.”
You can feel your heart pounding, a mix of fury and… something else. You glare at Louis, who only stares back with that damn cocky grin of his.
“Trust me, Liam,” you mutter under your breath, “I’m already plotting his demise.”
Louis doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. In fact, he seems to be enjoying this way too much. “I’m just doing my job, love,” he quips, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “And clearly, you need to lighten up.”
You can’t stop yourself from firing back, despite the heat in your chest. “Maybe if you weren’t so annoying, I’d actually enjoy myself, Louis.”
He steps a little closer, his wet shirt dripping water onto the floor as he leans down just enough for you to feel his presence even more. “Well, you’ll just have to get used to it, love,” he says with a smirk. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The other boys are still laughing, but you can see the amusement in their eyes. They’ve been watching the back-and-forth between you and Louis for days now, and it’s becoming increasingly clear to everyone around you that this rivalry is something more.
Harry, catching the tension, grins and says to Niall, “I’m betting it’s just a matter of time before those two finally kiss and make up. Or maybe just kiss. They’d never admit it, though.”
You glance at him, your face flushed with a mix of anger and something else, but you quickly turn back to Louis, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens when he stands too close.
Louis takes one last glance at you, his grin only growing wider as he steps back, wiping his wet hands on his jeans. “Better clean up that temper, love. You’re not gonna like me when I’m wet.”
You shake your head, feeling that mixture of frustration and undeniable attraction bubble under the surface. “I’m so done with you,” you mutter under your breath, but Louis just winks before turning away, his swagger unmistakable.
The other boys burst into laughter, clearly loving the chaos they’ve just witnessed. You stand there, your heart still racing, fighting the stupid feeling of something else lingering beneath your annoyance.
…
The energy from the concert is still buzzing, but all you can think about is the way Louis soaked you on stage. That smug look on his face, the way he made everything feel like a game.
You hate him. You hate him so much.
You’re practically shaking with anger as you storm down the hallway, heading straight for the dressing room. The moment you step inside, you see him. Louis. Leaning against the wall with that damn towel draped over his shoulder. His hair is still wet, and his shirt is clinging to his chest, making your heart skip against your will.
When he sees you, he straightens up, that cocky smirk back on his face. “Did you enjoy the show, love?” he asks, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.
You stop in your tracks, your anger flaring instantly. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” you snap, not even trying to hide your fury.
Louis steps toward you, taking his time, his eyes never leaving yours. “I think I’m entertaining, love,” he says smoothly, but there’s a challenge in his gaze. “Don’t be such a drama queen.”
The words hit a nerve. You push him, hard, a full force shove that sends him back against the wall. The thud of his back hitting the plaster makes you feel just a little bit satisfied. But you’re not done. You step closer, anger boiling in your veins.
“You think that was funny? Soaking me like that in front of everyone?” you hiss, voice trembling with frustration.
Louis smirks, brushing himself off like it’s no big deal. “You’re overreacting,” he mutters, shaking his head. “It was just water.”
You take another step forward, not willing to back down. “You’re such an asshole.”
Without thinking, you shove him again, this time harder. His body slams into the wall with a grunt, and you can feel the tension crackling between you both.
“Stop acting like such a child,” you growl, your fists clenched.
Louis doesn’t even flinch. He’s as infuriatingly calm as ever. He looks down at you for a second, that smug expression never leaving his face. “What’s the matter, love?” he taunts, his voice dripping with mock concern. “Did you not like the attention?”
Your chest is heaving now, anger radiating off of you. You’re so close, his body barely a breath away from yours. You shove him again, but this time, something shifts. Before you can react, Louis grabs your wrists, pulling you toward him with a force that catches you off guard.
You try to break free, but he holds you in place, his grip surprisingly strong. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. There’s no denying the tension now—the heat between you both is thick, suffocating.
“Stop pushing me,” he says, his voice lower than before. There’s no humor in it now, just a quiet intensity. “You’re making it worse.”
You’re fuming, but you can’t ignore the way his chest is rising and falling with each breath, how close his lips are to yours. Your mind is screaming at you to pull away, to shove him out of your space—but the longer you stand there, the harder it becomes to resist the pull.
“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
Louis, still holding you firmly, leans in just enough to make the space between you both feel even smaller. “I think you like it,” he says, his voice rougher now. “You like the fight. You like me pushing you.”
The words hit you harder than any shove. You want to scream at him, to shove him away, but something inside you doesn’t want to let go. The heat from his body is suffocating, his closeness both enraging and… magnetic.
“You don’t know anything about me,” you spit, but there’s no fire in your voice now. Your heart is racing, your skin prickling with awareness of just how close he is.
Louis doesn’t let go. His eyes are locked on yours, intense, unreadable. The silence stretches between you both, thick with unspoken tension.
And then, just as quickly as he grabbed you, he shoves you back. Not gently, but with enough force to push you up against the wall. His body presses against yours, his chest against yours, the heat of him flooding your senses. Your breath catches, and for a moment, you can’t breathe.
You stare up at him, furious but also… so aware of the way his body feels against yours. His face is inches from yours, his jaw clenched, eyes hard.
“Stop calling me that,” you snap, your voice shaking with both anger and frustration.
Louis doesn’t miss a beat. He leans in, his lips curling into that smug, infuriating smirk. “What, love?”
“That!” you snap, feeling your cheeks flush with rage—and maybe something else.
Louis’ smirk widens. “Then you’ll just have to get used to it, won’t you?” His voice is so quiet, so damn sure of himself, and it makes your skin crawl. But you can’t deny the way your stomach flips at the way he says it.
Before you can respond, the door bursts open and in walks Harry. His eyes immediately flick to the scene before him: Louis pressed up against you, both of you so close you could probably hear each other’s hearts beating.
For a moment, Harry just stares, blinking a few times. Then, his lips curl into a grin, though there’s something teasing behind it. “Bloody hell,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “I still can’t decide if you two want to tear each other apart or tear each other’s clothes off.”
Louis immediately pulls away, though not without a sharp look thrown in Harry’s direction. You’re left standing there, your heart still pounding in your chest, body still tingling from the proximity.
You hate him. You hate that he’s so damn infuriating. But you hate even more the way you can’t stop thinking about him.
…
Part 2
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The Cabin (JW x reader)
Summary: When your boyfriend flees with you to an isolated cabin, you had no idea that you would end up being bend over the kitchen counter by the very person he was fleeing from.
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It was around 2 in the night but you were still awake. Restless you lay next to Josh, your boyfriend who was sleeping peacefully. With an exhausted sigh you get up and rub your face. Quietly you leave the bedroom, dressed only in your panties and a tanktop. The air was chilly as you walked into the open space of the cabin which combined Living room, dining room ans kitchen. Just as you filled up a glass with tab water, a shiver went through your body. It was the same feeling you had when you were outside of the cabin this afternoon. As if you were being watched. Carefully you set the glass down and turn around. The room was dark, with the only light coming from the moon, shining through the panorama windows. Slowly your gaze wandered through the cabin. Although you couldn’t see anything, the feeling of being watched didn’t disappear. After a bit you tried to relax. You were in the middle of nowhere, how big was the chance that a a burglar had broken into the cabin?. You turned around again and picked up the glass again, drinking while listening for any suspicious noises. Should you wake Josh? Probably not. He would only tell you that you were seeing ghosts or something. But then you remembered, now nervously he had been, how he always looked around, as if he was looking for danger or something. Just as you wanted to return to the bedroom, a shadow in the corner of your eye moved. Imediatly you turned in the direction from where you saw the human-like silhouette but when the shadow attacked, you didn’t even had time to scream.
When your boyfriend announced the vacation, you were confused. Mainly because it was in the middle of your semester and spontaneous vacations to empty cabins In the woods weren’t his style at all. In truth, your filthy rich boyfriend would rather die than spend his vacation anywhere else but a 5 star luxury hotel with a private beach and some pretentious yacht club. Where the money for all that came from ? You had no idea, you never even met his family.
“Babe, are you sure about that cabin?“
You asked as he started to throw random clothes into his Louis Vuitton suitcase.
He nodded frantically
“Yes Love, It will be amazing trust me, now pack your stuff, we really have to go”
His voice was tense and he seemed unnaturally stressed.
“Ok….” You said slowly, then went to your walk in closet to grab your suitcase.
“How long do you plan this trip to go?” You asked as you start to neatly pack your suitcase.
“Dunno, pack for a few days” came his answer from the bathroom.
As you packed your suitcase, you saw his reflection in the bedroom mirror, he was shoving bundles of hundred dollar bills in his wallet, then he opened his nightstand quickly and pulled out a gun, which he stored in the waistband of his jeans.
“Are you ready?”
He asked as he checked his suitcase for the last time.
“Uh yes, but…”
,,Then let’s go” he grabbed your suitcases and left the bedroom, leaving you no choice but to follow him to his McLaren.
A few hours later you two arrived at a suprisingly modern Cabin in the middle of nowhere. As you left the car, you couldn’t help but notice how nervous your boyfriend seemed, constantly looking around.
“Are you sure that you are alright Darling?“ you asked again.
“Hmm? Oh yeah, uhm take care of the suitcases and I’ll check out the house“
With that Josh went into the cabin, leaving you to carry the heavy suitcases.
After you unpacked and checked out the suprisingly modern cabin, Josh and you spend the day on the couch. At first you tried to convince him to go hiking, but he refused, pointing at his white Lacoste trainers. So it was Netflix and chill instead. At around 9 am you went to bed.
Completely without a warning a big hand clamped down on your mouth and you were pushed against the kitchen counter
“Don’t move” a dark, husky voice murmured against your ear and you could feel the warm breath of the stranger against your cheek. You let out a whimper and try to squirm way, your heart beating in panic.
“stop squirming” the voice ordered harshly and you imediatly stopped to move.
“Good girl. Now, if I take my hand away, can you promise me not to scream?”
You nodded hastily, your body still shaking because of the adrenaline.
“Good” the voice whispered and you couldn’t help but shudder under its deep, velvety sound. Slowly the hand moved away from your mouth, wandering over your jaw and then lightly grabbed your throat. Not choking you, but rather giving you a feeling of being controlled. A rather good feeling, you noticed in shock.
,,Turn around, slowly”
You took a deep breath and obeyed, your gaze was lowered automatically. In this position all you could see was a perfect black suit. Hesitantly you look up, only to find yourself opposite to a true god of a man. Although his face was nearly completely hidden in the shadows you knew that he was the very definition of tall dark and handsome with longish, slicked back hair, a perfectly trimmed beard and dark eyes.he wore a black suit, but could see how muscular he was. For a few seconds you could only stare at him, then you blinked and the moment was over. Imediatly you scolded yourself mentally. You had a boyfriend, a boyfriend who was sleep only one room away, who took you on a vacation to this nice cabin.
“Who are you?” You whispered at the stranger. He didn’t answer, only stared down at You silently, which caused goosebumps to form on your body. As he continued look at you, you remembered that your current wardrobe only consisted of a tank top and some panties . Nervously you crossed your arms over your chest.
“What do you want? There is nothing expensive in this cabin. Nothing you could steal”
“I’m not a burglar”
“Then why are you here?” Slowly you got impatient, still trapped between the kitchen counter and his torso.
“Your boyfriend messed with the wrong people, stole from the wrong people”
“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked nervously
“It means that these people hired me to take care of him”
You didn’t need to a mastermind to know what he meant.
“No please” out of reflext you placed your hands on his muscular chest and looked up at him with hopefully your best doe eyes, a tactic which always worked with Josh, but the stranger just chuckled.
“Sweetheart, stuff like that won’t work on me, still a cute try”
“Then what will work?” You asked, your voice trembling
“Nothing, I’ve been following your boyfriend for weeks, he was never alone. Until he had the stupid idea to flee to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, without any security guards, without any surveillance cameras and only his little girlfriend”
His voice was a whisper you could feel his breath on your face.
“Please won’t hurt him” you whispers back, tears stinging in your eyes, Yes Josh wasn’t perfect, but you loved him nonetheless.
“Fuck you’re pretty. Keep looking at me with those doe eyes and I won’t be able to control myself.” At his words you bit your underlip. You would only to it to distract him, only to save Josh, you told yourself. Then you kissed the Stranger. It was hesitant and soft at first,bust just as you wanted to pull away again, he placed a hand at the back of your head and deepened the kiss. A suprised gasp left you and you continued to kiss him, your hands still on his chest. Effortlessly he lifted you up and placed you on the kitchen counter and wrapped his muscular arms around your slender frame. After what felt like an eternity you finally pulled away. Breathlessly you look at him. For a few seconds you two only look wordless at each other, then our lips meet again, making out passionately. A deep growl left him and he pulled you closer against his chest. You gasped and felt your nipples harden under your thin top. His kisses were insatiable and you couldn’t help but notice how different his kissing style was from Josh’s. It was deeper. As if he was a drowning person finding water. You squirmed, feeling yourself become wetter and wetter. If this was your body’s reaction to his kisses, how would it feel to have him thrust inside you? The thought alone send a shiver down your spine and you whimpered against his lips.
“Do you want more Little one?” He asked, his voice sounding even more husky than before. Quicky you nodded and allowed him to pull your top over your head.
“Look at you, so beautiful” the lips of the stranger wandered over your jaw and neck while his big hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs teasing your hard nipples. You gasped and arched your back. His breath wandered over your neck, then you felt his warm mouth over your left breast. A soft noise left your mouth.
“Quiet little one, we don’t wanna wake up Josh do we?”. You shook your head and couldn’t stop the guilt washing over you. Your boyfriend was asleep only one room away while you were making out with another man. A man who was hired to kill him. The stranger seemed to notice your inner conflict.
“It’s ok. There is no reason to feel guilty about cheating. Joshua did it too”. Suprised you look in his dark eyes. “What?”.
“Oh you heard me little one. He had at least one girl we would call for a little fun”. You were speechless, yet somehow not suprised. You always knew that Josh loved it to surround himself with beautiful women, yet you always denied yourself to think about the possibility of him cheating on you. Your thoughts were Interrupted as the stranger started to kissing you again. This time you answered him imediatly, gripping his hair and diving into the feeling of his lips on yours. After a bit you started to pull on his tie, desperate to get it off. It was unfair that he was still fully clothed while you were only in your black panties. He chuckles and pulls off his tie.Then his large hands wandered down your sides and swiftly pulled down your underwear. Like before he stepped between your legs and you couldn’t help but rub your burning core lightly against the fabric of his dress pants.
“Patience” he ordered, sounding amused. Silently you watched as he calmly rolled his sleeves up, showing off his perfect forearms. Then his hands wandered over your thighs until they found your folds.
“So wet already” he murmured, while his middle finger parted your lips. “Please” you whispered breathlessly. “Please what?”. “Please touch me”. Your eyes met, his long fingers still caressing your pussy slowly.
“Only because you asked so nicely”. As he started to finger you faster you had to bite your lip to stop you from whimpering. It had been quite a bit since someone actually cared about your pleasure, with Josh being rather egotistical in the bedroom. But now the stranger had you squirming on the kitchen counter while his fingers found all the right places. You grabbed his muscular shoulders for support as you sank back, nearly hitting your head on the kitchen cabinets behind you. “Please, keep going…”
Your eyes were closed as the stranger whispered against your ear “John, my name is John. I want you to scream it when I make you cum”. Frantically you nodded, already close to your release. Then he added a second finger and his mouth, sucking on your sensitive clit while massaging your g-spot at the same time. Desperately you arched your back and squirmed at his sweet torture, only for him to grab your thighs and dive in even more.A whispered “John” was the only warning he would get. A strong orgasm washed over your body, making you arch your back and trapping his head between your legs while you desperately bit your lip to suppress any noise that would have let your mouth. Your body was still shaking with aftershocks as John got up and kissed your clit. Panting quietly you laid on the kitchen counter, your body felt heavy and you were not sure if you could ever move again. As you heard the noise of a belt buckle being opened you slowly lifted your head. John stood between your legs and freed his errection. Silently he watched you as he stroked his cock, his dark eyes on your naked body.
“Bend over” He ordered, his voice a deep growl. Still a bit dizzy from your orgasm you obeyed, your feet barely touching the ground and your nipples pressed against the cold kitchen counter. For a few breaths nothing happened, then his large hands grabbed your hips and he entered you slowly. Although you had seen that he was big, you still shivered as he thrust himself inside you. Almost comforting John placed a warm hand on your back.
“Just like that, take inch of me” he growled and you couldn’t suppress the small whimper which escaped you. You always had a thing for dirty talk. His hands returned to your hips and he started to thrust. His movements powerful and controlling. Desperately you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning, your hands desperately trying to grab the smooth kitchen counter as your whole body felt like it was on fire.
“John” you whimpered as he fucked forcefully, each thrust making your head spin.
“Shh, we don’t want your boyfriend to hear do we?”. Quickly you shook your head. Johns hands wandered eagerly from your hips along your ribs until one hand fisted your hair while the other wrapped around your neck, squeezing gently. Automatically you arched your back, forcing you into a nearly painful position. You whimpered again and listened to the sounds of his hips slamming against your rear.
“John please” tears stung In your eyes due to the uncomfortable position he had you in. He didn’t listen, instead he pulled your head back even more and got even rougher.
“Take me, take me while your boyfriend sleeps one room away from us, not knowing that his little girlfriend is letting a stranger fuck her pussy from behind on the kitchen counter. You like that don’t you?“. Against your will you nodded, enjoying every second of it. Faintly you reminded a friend explaining the difference of having sex with a boy versus with a man to touch. At first you didn’t understood it, In your eyes josh had been amazing in bed, but now, with John dominating you, you get it. Johns thrust got faster and you knew that he was close. Automatically you clenched around his cock, causing him to groan. His hand finally let go of your hair and wandered down your spine, leaving goosebumps. Then he playfully slapped your ass. You flinched in suprise at the sudden pain and the loud noise. He only chuckled and started to rub your clit, your whole body shook at the combination of his cock hitting your G-spot and his fingers stimulating your clit. Again you arched your spine.
“What do you think little one? Should I make you cum? Do you think that you were a good girl and deserve an orgasm?”. He whispered in your ear, his beard scratching your face. Frantically you nod and he chuckled. Nearly painfully he grabbed your hips and started to pound into you while still rubbing your clit. As you came, you couldn’t suppress the loud moan which left you and John followed shortly after. This cock was twitching and you could feel his orgasm as you pussy clenched around him. After a bit you sank onto the kitchen counter, completely weak and exhausted. John followed quickly, resting his forehead on your back.
“That was perfect” he murmured and you nodded weakly. Earlier than you would have liked he pulled out of you and rearranged his pants.
“What are you doing?” You murmur and look over your shoulder at him. John didn’t answer and just silently scooped you up into his arms to carry your limp body to the sofa in the living room. Carefully he laid you down and pulled a blanket over you. At this point you were ready to close your eyes and fall asleep. But then you notice that he wouldn’t join you. Instead he walked in the direction of the bedroom. Imediatly you knew that he had a gun in his hand, ready to kill your boyfriend.
“Wait! No” you croaked weakly and tried to free yourself from the blanket. Hastily you tried to reach John, but your legs gave in and you fell onto your knees a few feet away from him.
“You can’t kill him” you whispered. Johns dark eyes rested on your naked form, practically kneeling at is feet.
“A job is a job. I have no choice”. He whispered softly, his fingers caressing your cheek.
“God, you’re beautiful, maybe I keep you”. Then he turned back to the bedroom, leaving you behind on the floor. You closed your eyes and flinched as the loud bang tore through silence of the cabin.
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🔁 reblog if you ship this couples like me...
[ come back for more to check for the newest because believe me when I said this will continue til the end of time ^^ because apparently I like collecting ships like collecting stamps or coins or cards. ]
[ there's canon and non-canon (probably semi-canon too) here, so if you don't like them as a couple/don't ship them/your ship is not here, don't come at me pls T.T ]
[ if there is good movies or series that you want to recommend to me and you think I should watch them, reply on my post down below at the end of this post or send me a message ;) ]
in alphabetical order
9-1-1 - Eddie and Buck (Buddie)
9-1-1 Lone Star - Carlos and T.K (Tarlos)
Addicted - Gu Hai and Bai Luoyin (Haioyin/Heroin)
Addicted - You Qi and Yang Meng
Alles was zählt - Deniz and Roman (Dero)
All of Us Strangers - Adam and Harry
Arrêstes avec tes mensonges - Thomas and Stéphane
Animal Kingdom - Deran and Adrian (Derdrian)
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Aristotle and Dante (Aridante)
As The World Turn - Noah and Luke (Nuke)
Brothers & Sisters - Kevin and Scotty
Call Me By Your Name - Oliver and Elio (Olio)
Casualty - Jez and Mickey
Class - Matteusz and Charlie
Cuffs - Simon and Jake
Days Of Our Own - Sonny and Will (Wilson)
Dead Boy Detective - Charles and Edwin (Charwin)
Degrassi - Dylan and Marco
Degrassi - Miles and Tristan
Degrassi - Riley and Zane (Ziley)
Demain Nous Appartient - Rayane and Jack (Jayane)
EastEnders - Christian and Syed (Chryed)
El Cor De La Ciutat - Iago and Max (Maxiago)
El juego de las llaves - Valentin and Daniel
Emmerdale - Robert and Aaron (Robron)
Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho and Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho - Gabriel and Leonardo
Élite - Omar and Ander (Omander)
Eyewitness - Lukas and Phillip (Philkas)
Fellow Travelers - Hawk and Tim
Firebird - Roman and Sergey
Fisica O Quimica - Fernando and David
Free! - Makoto and Haru (Makoharu)
Free! - Rei and Nagisa (Nagirei)
Free! - Sōsuke and Rin
Freier Fall - Kay and Marc
Glee - Blaine and Kurt (Klaine)
Goede tijden, slechte tijden - Lucas and Edwin (Ludwin)
Grey's Anatomy - Nico and Levi (Schmico)
Hannibal - Hannibal and Will (Hannigram)
Hawaii Five O - Steve and Danno (McDanno)
Heartstopper - Nick and Charlie (Narlie)
Hit The Floor - Zero and Jude (Zude)
How To Get Away With Murder - Connor and Oliver (Coliver)
Hunter x Hunter - Leorio and Kurapika (Leopika)
In The Flesh - Simon and Kieren (Siren)
Interview with The Vampire - Lestat and Louis (Loustat)
Julie and The Phantoms - Alex and Willie
Kuroko no Basket - Aomine and Kise (Aokise)
Kuroko no Basket - Kagami and Kuroko (Kagakuro)
Kuroko no Basket - Kiyoshi and Hyūga (Kiyouga)
Kuroko no Basket - Midorima and Takao (Midokao)
Kuroko no Basket - Murasakibara and Himuro (Murahimu)
Legacies - Ben and Jed (Benjed)
Les Misérables - Enjolras and Grantaire (Enjoltaire)
Looking - Eddie and Agustín
Looking - Kevin and Patrick
Looking - Richie and Patrick
Love and Deepspace - Sylus and Xavier (Crowstar)
Love and Deepspace - Zayne and Rafayel (Snowfish)
Love Simon - Simon and Bram
Love Victor - Victor and Benji (Venji)
Man In An Orange Shirt - Steve and Adam
Man In An Orange Shirt - Michael and Thomas (Berrymarch)
Mario - Mario and Leon
Matthias & Maxime - Matthias and Maxime
MCU - Steve and Bucky (Stucky)
MCU - Spiderman and Deadpool (Spideypool)
MCU - Wolverine and Deadpool (Poolverine)
Merlí - Pol and Bruno (Brunol)
Merlin - Arthur and Merlin (Merthur)
Merlin - Percival and Gwaine (Perwaine)
Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed - Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian (Wangxian)
Nadie Nos Va A Extrañar - Alex and Rafa
O Beijo do Escorpião - Paulo and Miguel
One Live To Life - Oliver and Kyle
Oz - Chris and Tobias
Please Like Me - Arnold and Josh
Please Like Me - Geoffrey and Josh
Prisma - Daniele and Andrea (Dandrea
Queer As Folk - Ben and Michael
Queer As Folk - Brian and Justin (Britin)
Queer As Folk - Drew and Emmett
Queer As Folk - Ted and Blake
Raw - Geoff and Pavel
Rebelde -Luka and Okane
Red White And Royal Blue - Alex and Henry (Firstprince)
Roswell New Mexico - Michael and Alex (Malex)
Rykter - Mathias and Erik
Salatut Elämät - Lari and Elias (Larias)
Sala Samobójców - Aleksander and Dominik
Schloss Einstein - Noah and Colin (Nolin)
School 2013 - Heungsoo and Namsoon (Heungsoon)
Sense8 - Lito and Hernando
Sex Education - Adam and Eric
Shadowhunters - Magnus and Alec (Malec)
Shadowhunters - Raphael and Simon
Shameless - Ian and Mickey (Gallavich)
Skam - Even and Isak (Evak)
Skam Belgium (Wtfock) - Sander and Robbe (Sobbe)
Skam France - Eliott and Lucas (Elu)
Skam Germany (Druck) - David and Matteo (Datteo)
Skam Italia - Niccolo and Martino (Martinico)
Solo - Oskar and Milo
Spartacus - Agron and Nasir (Nagron)
Spartacus - Barca and Pietros (Bietros)
Station 19 - Travis and Emmett
Suits - Harvey and Mike
Supernatural - Dean and Castiel (Destiel)
Tatort Saarbrücken - Adam and Leo (Hörk)
Teen Wolf - Danny and Ethan
Teen Wolf - Derek and Stiles (Sterek)
The Eagle - Marcus and Esca (Mesca)
The Halcyon - Toby and Adil
The Magicians - Quentin and Eliot (Queliot)
The Maze Runner - Newt and Thomas (Newtmas)
The Night Shift - Drew and Rick
The Old Guard - Joe and Nicky (Joenicky)
The Originals - Aiden and Josh (Jaiden)
The Quarry - Dylan and Ryan (Rylan)
The Silmarillion - Melkor and Mairon (Angbang)
The Society - Sam and Grizz
The Walking Dead - Aaron and Eric
Torchwood - Jack and Ianto (Janto)
Verbotene Liebe - Oliver and Christian (Chrolli)
Voltron Legendary Defender - Keith and Lance (Klance)
Waterloo Road - Preston and Kai
Young Royal - Wilhelm and Simon (Wilmon)
Yuri! On Ice - Victor and Yuuri (Victuuri)
... to be continued ...
❣ Give me some recs pls ❣
❣ If you want to read the stories/fics about them, from talented and great authors, you can look for it on my list of collection archives, created each of the couples. ❣
#buddie#poolverine#spideypool#tarlos#wilson#jayane#chryed#philkas#klaine#hannigram#narlie#zude#coliver#brunol#merthur#firstprince#malex#malec#gallavich#evak#sobbe#elu#nagron#wilmon#siren#wangxian#angbang#sterek#loustat#destiel
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Congratulations to Anthy/Utena for the most iconic homoerotic betrayal!
Scroll to the bottom of this post for info on the Revival Match of all the contestants eliminated on round 1 and 2, happening today Evening.
Initial Match-ups
House Rules:
If you've voted for a winner, take that as a sign to check out the media of the losers of the same round.
Campaigns in the ask will not be published. Put it in the reblogs.
Round 1: Ides of March (Mar 15, 7AM EST)
A full list of nominations can be found here. First round brackets were seeded to group overlapping fandoms/genres together. You can read more about my bracketing methodology & rationale if you're curious.
Anakin/Obi-Wan vs. Macaque/Sun Wukong (Lego Monkie Kid)
Shouichi/Byakuran vs. Sasuke/Naruto
Griffith/Guts vs. Soowon/Hak
Anthy/Utena vs. Andrey/Goncharov
Komaeda/Hinata vs. Akechi/Joker
John Silver/James Flint (Black Sails/Treasure Island) vs. Curt/Owen (Spies are Forever)
Sasha/Anne (Amphibia) vs. Bill Cipher/Ford Pines
Homura/Madoka (PMMM: Rebellion) vs. Ryo/Akira (Devilman)
Judas/Jesus vs. GLaDOS/Chell
Nagi/Reo (Blue Lock) vs. Geto/Gojo
Lelouche/Suzaku vs. Seishiro/Subaru
Erik/Charles (X-Men) vs. The Master/The Doctor
Brutus/Caesar vs. Ennis/Jack (Brokeback Mountain)
Josh/Neku vs. He Xuan/Shi Qingxuan
Hannibal/Will vs. Louis/Lestat
Adora/Catra vs. Terezi/Vriska
Round 2: Mar 17, 8PM EST
Context submissions list
Anakin/Obi-Wan vs. Sasuke/Naruto
Griffith/Guts vs. Anthy/Utena
Akechi/Joker vs. John Silver/James Flint
Bill Cipher/Ford Pines vs. Homura/Madoka
Judas/Jesus vs. Geto/Gojo
Lelouche/Suzaku vs. Erik/Charles
Brutus/Caesar vs. Joshua/Neku
Hannibal/Will vs. Terezi/Vriska
Round 3: March 18, 11:30PM EST
Sasuke/Naruto vs. Anthy/Utena
Akechi/Joker vs. Homura/Madoka
Judas/Jesus vs. Lelouche/Suzaku
Brutus/Caesar vs. Hannibal/Will
Semifinals: March 20, 6AM EST
Anthy/Utena vs. Homura/Madoka
Judas/Jesus vs. Hannibal/Will
Finals: March 21, 8AM EST
Matching "I voted" PFPs for the you and your beloved!
Finals: Anthy/Utena vs. Judas/Jesus Third Place: Homura/Madoka vs. Hannibal/Will
Revival Match: March 22nd, 9PM EST
The revival match will feature pairings which were eliminated on round 1 and 2, and will only have one round. Matches here are completely random. This is your compensation prize for my "evil" bracketing in this tournament.
The Master/The Doctor vs. Terezi/Vriska vs. John Silver/James Flint
Ryo/Akira vs. He Xuan/Shi Qingxuan vs. Geto/Gojo
Griffith/Guts vs. Seishiro/Subaru vs. Nagi/Reo
Louis/Lestat vs. Ennis/Jack vs. GLaDOS/Chell
Andrey/Goncharov vs. Sasha/Anne (Amphibia) vs. Soowon/Hak
Shouichi/Byakuran vs. Josh/Neku vs. Komaeda/Hinata
Erik/Charles vs. Anakin/Obi-Wan vs. Bill Cipher/Ford Pines
Macaque/Sun Wukong vs. Curt/Owen vs. Adora/Catra
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VIDEO GAMES
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OCS
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