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Preference #23: Festivals

Nate: You couldn’t help but to admire Nate do his thing up on stage. He was always so passionate about his music and watching him perform in front hundreds of people was amazing. The starting sounds of “Take A Puff” started to play and you watched Nate light up and took a hit of a blunt at the lyrics: Roll it up, light up, take a puff. The crowd started to cheer as he kept rapping and you began to dance along to the music. You could remember the exact day Nate was told he’d be performing at the festival. Ever since then he’s been figuring out which songs he’ll be doing and raving on over how excited he was. Now that the time has come you could tell Nate was meant to do this. 

Sammy: Sam’s arm draped around your shoulder and you smiled as the two of you posed for a picture. Before the picture could even be taken you felt Sam’s tongue land on your cheek. “EW!” you exclaimed, moving away from him. His laughter rang out around the terrace and you pushed him in the side. “Aw you love me,” Sam said, grabbing his phone from Dillon to look at the picture. “Come on before we miss Lorde’s set,” you said, grabbing his wrist and yanking him out. The whole gang was at Coachella and you were excited to see all the artists performing this year. 

Johnson: Jack stared at the food in your hands and you could practically see the drool falling from his mouth. “Do you want some?” you asked, he looked at you dazed, but still nodded his head. Jack had a weak spot for when it came to food from a food truck. He claims they make the best food ever. You handed over the small tray full of food and grabbed your water bottle. Today had to be one of the hottest days during the festival and the heat from everyone else wasn’t helping. “Mac Miller is going to perform soon, we should start heading over to his stage,” Jack said through a mouthful of fried pickles. You nodded at his words, noticing that he’s already eaten half your food. “Yeah just let me get something else to eat,” you chuckled, nodding your head down to the plate you just handed him. Jack gave you a sheepish smile and mumbled an apology for eating all your food.

Gilinsky: “Oooo look at my girl looking fresh,” Jack said, making a video for Instagram. You smiled at the camera and your attention went back to Wiz Khalifa, who was on stage performing. You and Jack had flew out to Chicago to attend Lollapalooza. You had always wanted to go and as an early birthday present Jack bought you tickets. “Happy birthday to this one! If you’re out here at Lolla come search for us!” he last said, posting the video up Instagram. You shook your head at his last words, knowing good and well that his fans would take up the challenge. “I hope you’re ready for a crazy day,” you shouted over the crowd, giving him a smile. Your boyfriend was insane, but you knew he enjoyed meeting is fans.  

Swazz: “You know I don’t really do music festivals,” you shouted loud enough for John to hear. “Concerts I’m down for, but festivals nah.” John had a tight grip on your wrist and you were practically running to keep up with his fast steps. “Why not? Festivals are fun,” he questioned, eyes locked on the back of Tez’s head. “Because it’s like people have no home training. . .Look! Some girl is pissing in a bottle when there’s a port-a-potty less than ten feet away from her,” you grimaced. John had stopped abruptly and you ended up running into his back. “You got a point, but festivals are better because you get to see all your favorite artists perform in one spot,” he replied. That was a perk to it all, but being in a crowd of this many people made you feel claustrophobic, You were going to suck it up for now, only here because your boyfriend wanted to go.    

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Preference #22: Distraction

A/N: Based off Kehlani’s song (x)

Nate: Are you down to be a distraction baby, but don’t distract me

Nate tugged at your shirt like a child would do to get the attention of their mother. His head rolling onto your lap and a whine for attention leaving his lips. “What?” you asked, eyes still locked on the essay you were writing. “Take a break,” Nate mumbled, nudging his nose into your stomach. His hand came up and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You rolled your eyes at his comment and continued to type. “I can’t take a break,” you told him, “I have three more pages to write and then I can rest.” Your hand reached down so you could run your fingers through his hair. You knew what Nate was trying to do and though you loved him as a distraction you really didn’t need to be distracted right now. “I’m not gonna beg. . .please, Y/N entertain me,” his bottom lip poked out in a pout and you couldn’t help but to smile. “Fine but only for a few minutes,” you told him, clicking the save button before closing your laptop. “That’s all I need,” he smiled, pulling you down into a kiss.

Sammy: Do me a favor, pick me up, take me out later

“What do you mean take you out later?” Sam questioned, “If I’m going to pick you up we might as well just go out then.” He wasn’t really following what you were trying to say. “I have some stuff to do, so we can just go on the date later today instead of right away,” you sighed into the phone. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow? I haven’t seen you all this week and I don’t want to go any longer than that.” You could hear the whine in his voice, already picturing Sam running his hands through his hair in frustration. You shook your head in amusement. Sam always became a big baby when he didn’t get his way. “I said we’ll go out later not next week,” you chuckled, trying to ease his mind. “Also you’ll see me when you pick me up,” you added on. The line was quiet and you waited to hear what he was going to say. “You know you’re lucky I like you,” he sighed. You laughed at his words. “Your feelings for me are more than that,” you teased, knowing Sam had to be grinning by now. Either way he got to see you tonight which was all that mattered.

Johnson: Sometimes this shit get me stressing, so I need you with me to keep me right and keep me up all night

“What’s on your mind?” Jack asked in a soft whisper. He was playing with your fingers and being used as a human pillow by you. “There’s just so much stuff going wrong,” you replied, letting out a sigh of frustration. You had been overworked this whole week and right now Jack was the only thing keeping you sane. You felt his lips press against the side of your head in a tender kiss. “It’s going to be okay,” Jack reassured, “All this hard work will pay of in the end just remember that.” You felt him shift under you making a whine leave your lips. Jack felt warm and he distracted you from all the responsibilities you had to do. “Don’t go,” you mumbled, turning in your spot and gripping to his shirt. Jack laughed at your actions, settling back into his spot. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he said. Still staying in his spot, Jack reached his hand out to grab something off the nightstand. “Now alcohol is never the answer, but I say we get a little buzzed to take your mind off things. What do ya say?” Jack smiled, waving a bottle of liquor in front of your face. “Sounds like a plan,” you agreed, grabbing the bottle from his hands. 

Gilinsky: I can’t say I give my all, but tonight I’d risk it all

Your laughter echoed around the empty pool. Body becoming accustomed to the slightly cold lukewarm water. You were a bit out of it tonight. Jack placing a bet on whether you would sneak into the closed pool of the hotel or not. With the amount of alcohol you had consumed you were bound to do just about anything. “Let’s make this fun,” you said to Jack, reaching behind you to untie your bikini top. “You want to skinny dip?” Jack chuckled, standing up straight from the back float he had just been doing. You nodded with a lazy grin and swam closer to him. “Yes it’ll be an adventure,” you whispered, fingers playing with the hem of his swim trunks. You had already tossed your top out the pool, leaving just your bottoms on. Your hands trailed over Jack’s abdomen, fingers tracing at his v-line. “Live on the edge with me,” you whispered in his ear. Jack smirked at your words and reached down to take off his swim trunks. “You’re not naked,” he pointed out, hands going down to land on your hips. It didn’t take him long to untie your bottoms, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck and legs going around his waist. Tonight you were risking it all. 

Swazz: I need you to give me your time, I need you to not wanna to be mine

You were so hot and cold when it came to your relationship with John. One minute you wanted him around and the next you didn’t. If John hadn’t known you for so long he would have thought you were just emotionally unavailable. It’s not like he mind, but Swazz was starting to get fed up with how much you were toying with his emotions. “What do you want for me?” he asked, one day. It was just right after the two of you had sex, basking in the afterglow of the events that took place. John had gone too much into his thoughts and now he was speaking it out loud. “What do you mean?” you had replied, rubbing at your eyes and squinting at him. “Do you really want this?” Swazz questioned, gesturing between you two. “For years now we’ve been in some type of on again off again relationship. I can’t keep going through it, Y/N. If we’re going to be together we gotta stay together.” You had gone quiet at his little rant. You knew what you were doing was hurting him. There was no way you could let John go, but at the same time you weren’t sure if you wanted this relationship either. Whatever path you chose you hope you would choose the right one.

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Preference #21: Kink

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

Nate: You couldn’t help the scream that left your lips. Nate’s hand was harsh as it came down on your backside. Your mouth closed shut immediately after the sound came out and you knew what that entailed. “Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet?” Nate growled, lightly tugging at your hair. You held your breath while backing your ass up against his crotch in hopes that he’ll continue thrusting. How could you keep quiet when he was fucking you so good. Your legs going numb and cheeks stained with tears of joy. “Answer me,” he said, tugging at your hair even harder. A gasp left your lips and your back arched at the action. “Yes daddy,” you whined out, clutching the sheets tightly. You moaned as he gave a sharp thrust, hitting at your g-spot straight on. Nate was already giving it to you rough, so the fact that you weren’t keeping quiet meant he was going to go even harder than before. “That’s right fuck yourself off of me,” Nate said, guiding your hips into his just like you had done. You kept at the pace, beginning to do all the work. It was always two things that happened when you didn’t listen to Nate during sex; he either went rough, or worse he teased you. In this case it was the latter. A smile made its way onto your face as Nate picked up the pace once again. This time you kept quiet, not wanting to upset your daddy any more.

Sammy: “Fuck, Daddy this feels amazing,” you hummed, face burying into the crook of his neck as you sped up the pace. Sam smiled at your words, head falling back between his shoulders and teeth sinking into his bottom lip. The two of you could be caught at any moment and he wasn’t going to ruin the fun by moaning. The way you looked tonight had Sam’s length throbbing. Knowing how much you were affecting him, you decided to tease Sam. This teasing led to you riding him in the back of a dark movie theater. Your dirty words were making Sam wither beneath you. You eyes closed shut as he began to buck up into you. Sam’s own eyes was darting around the room hoping that no one would notice what was happening. His mouth opened and silent gasps left his lips as you sunk down on him even further. You quickly crashed your lips against his, tongue darting inside his mouth and silencing the moans that was going to escape. You felt wonderful wrapped around his length. Nails digging into the skin of his shoulders and knees being bruised by the theater seats. Sam was close to releasing and knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet then. “Let’s move to the bathroom,” he whispered in your ear, wanting to fuck you properly up against a stall door.

Johnson: His grip on your waist tightened as you said the words. Jack’s breath hitching in his throat. “Y/N don’t,” Jack said through gritted teeth, keeping a smile on his face and waving at the camera. “I was joking but you’reseriously into it?” you questioned, a smile growing on your face. “I can start calling you that if you want. . .Daddy,” you whispered in his ear. You could see his eyes grow a shade darker, jaw clenched as he eyed you. The word made Jack want to pin you up against the wall. A few more pictures were taken and soon Jack was leading your towards a janitors closet. “Shouldn’t be talking about my kinks in front of crowds,” Jack said, crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. You moaned against his lips, tugging him closer in the small confined space. His hands trailed between your dress, beginning to play with the waistband of your panties. “Say it again,” he mumbled against your lips, pulling the waistband back and letting it go. You jolted in your spot at the feeling. “Daddy,” you whispered loudly a sigh of pleasure leaving your lips as the pad of his fingers rubbed at your clit. You didn’t know the word would have such an affect on him. The joke turning into something you liked a lot more. 

Gilinksy: Jack had a lot of kinks, but daddy kink had to be his favorite. There was something about hearing the word that made goosebumps rise against his skin and make his length pulsate with desire. Hearing you say the word or in this case scream the word made him feel something more. It filled Jack with pride and it only made him pick up the speed. His hips curled into yours, thrusts deep and hitting all the right spots. This was the type of sex he lived for. The hot and sweaty on a Sunday morning type of sex. The sex were your bodies molded together perfectly. “Right there daddy,” you gasped, nails clawing at his back and slightly drawing blood. You lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in closer. A loud groan left his lips and Jack buried his face into the crook of your neck. Being called daddy was like music to his ears. Early Sunday morning sex was like a ritual to the two of you. Jack chasing his orgasm all the while trying to get you to reach yours. His fingertips worked at your clit adding to the pleasure even more. You couldn’t wait to find what other kinks Jack had.

Swazz: Your back arched off the bed as John sucked at your clit. One of his hands held your legs apart while the other gripped at one of your breasts. Watching him eat you out was such a wonderful sight. The sounds of him slurping up your juices echoed around the room. Swazz kissed your clit once then began to lick his way up your body. Your tongues battled for dominance, whines of pleasure leaving your lips as he slid into you. “So tight for daddy,” he hummed, finally filling you to the brim. You softly moaned in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Swazz started a steady rhythm. Your body shook at the sensation, his words making the wetness between your legs grow. Daddy kink made both of you feel some type of way. John’s thrusts became a bit sloppy as you started to dirty talk to him. “You fuck me so good, daddy don’t stop please,” you whimpered. Swazz moaned at your words, eyes squeezing shut as the words washed over him. You were already so close to your orgasm. John had already kept  you from cumming when he ate you out. Just thinking about him doing that you again had you releasing right there. Not long after Swazz followed in pursuit.

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Preference #20: You Don’t Like His Music

A/N: Since Swazz doesn’t make music, he’s going to be excluded from this preferences. Also I’m semi out of it to edit this so ignore any errors until I fix it.

 Nate: You let out a groan as Nate played his song “Cool Kids” for the eleventh time that day. The sound made Nate glance over to you in confusion and you sent him a fake smile. You loved Nate there was no doubt about it, but hearing his music 24/7 was something you hated. Nate almost seemed a bit conceited. Any event he went to he wanted to play his music. Whenever he had friends over, or if you were over Nate wanted to play his music. It was annoying and you honestly didn’t like Nate’s music at all. Rap wasn’t a genre you enjoyed. You were more of a pop, pop punk, and classical type person. Hearing your boyfriend spew out curse words, talk about weed, and degrade women was awful. For a while now Nate had brushed off your groaning whenever he played his music, but now he had to ask what the problem was. “Why do you always groan whenever I play my music?” Nate questioned, blowing smoke into the air. “I hate you music,” you blurted out, instantly regretting your words. Nate was the “if you’re not with him you’re against him” type of person. “Why not?” he asked, seeming to have a very calm demeanor about it.  “Have you listened to what you rap about. It’s horrific and the way you talk about women is terrible,” you explained, “Besides I’m not into rap anyway.” Nate didn’t know what to say. Usually if something like this happened that person would be cut off immediately, but you were a different story. “I’ll call you later,” he sighed, brushing your words off. Nate wasn’t going to deal with the situation.

Sammy: “Babe, what do you think of my new song?” Sam asked, pulling you onto hid lap. You rubbed at your left eye and your mouth gaped for a bit. “Um it’s good,” you lied, voice slightly rising. You cleared your throat and reached out for the glass of water in front of you. You were a terrible liar and your eyes closed shut as you tried to think about what to say. “Your voice rose higher than its usual pitch,” Sam pointed out. “No it didn’t,” you muttered, trying hard not to let your voice rise this time. “Y/N when you lie your voice literally goes up a pitch,” he laughed, “Do you not like the song?” You shrugged your shoulders. What could you possibly say? Telling your boyfriend that his music was terrible wasn’t something you wanted to do. For some reason most popular Viners believe they could sing when in reality they can’t at all. “Okay fine you’re music is terrible I’m sorry,” you quickly mumbled. Sam’s mouth gaped open at your words. “I-I don’t understand you love my music…” Sam mumbled, not sure what had changed your mind about his music. “Sam,” you sighed, moving away from him. “This reggae thing you’re doing sounds horrible…not really your sound really,” you admitted. “Wow that’s not something I wanted to hear from my girlfriend,” he said honestly shocked. You could instantly feel the sadness radiating off of him. “Sammy, I just-” you sighed once more. “No no it’s fine I guess I expected more support from you,” he muttered while walking out the room. “I do support you!” you exclaimed, “Me not liking your music doesn’t mean I don’t support you.”  It was too late, Sam was already gone.

Johnson: Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had thought you liked his music. Whenever his music came on you would sing along and dance a little to it, but now he was learning that it was all a front. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” He asked, running his hand through his hair. All this time you weren’t into his music and he never knew. Jack felt stupid and a bit betrayed. “Well the music you make means a lot to you I couldn’t just tell you I didn’t like it,” you explained. You loved Jack so much and seeing the hurt in his eye now was the reason you kept this a secret. You had been talking on the phone with your best friend and she brought up how you didn’t like the Jacks music and if that affected your relationship with Johnson. You were simply explaining to her that Jack didn’t know, but unbeknownst to you he overheard the conversation you were having. "Can I ask why?" he questioned. Jack for some reason wasn't angry that you didn't like his work. He was more so disappointed than anything. You shrugged at his question "I just never got into it. You know how some songs give you goosebumps?" Jack nodded, "Well I don't get that when I listen to you music," you finished. You wanted him to know his music wasn't terrible, it just wasn't your cup of tea. Jack surprisingly took the situation well. 

Gilinsky: “How long have you been just tolerating the music I make?” Jack asked, pacing around the room. You shrugged your shoulders “Since the first time I heard it? I don’t remember,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why is it such a big deal?” Jack looked at you like you were crazy and gestured to himself. “It’s a big deal because it’s the music I make!” he exclaimed. You avoided eye contact with him, not sure how to respond. It wasn’t like you to hurt Jack’s feelings or anything it’s just the fact that you didn’t enjoy the music he made. “W-Why don’t you like the music I make?” he asked, finally stopping his pacing. “I don’t like your sound,” you honestly told him, “I mean you’ve seen the genre of music I listen to and what you make ain’t it.” For a second you thought you saw him agreeing to your words, but then it faded. “You not liking my music is like you not supporting what I do,” he said. “I understand that, but you have to know that not everyone likes the work you do.” You weren’t going to sugarcoat it for Jack anymore. “That’s life so you have to get use to it,” you finished saying. Jack shook his head while rolling his eyes at you. Never before had he been this hurt by someone. This lasted in Jack giving you an hour long silent treatment.

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The masterlist isn’t working for me I’ve tried to click it but nothing pops up :(

It’s too late in the day for me to fix it and I honestly don’t know how to fix it anyway. Just like my imagines, the preferences are also organized under tags. so if you’re on mobile just look for ���5sospreferences” or “ogocpreferences” same thing goes if you’re on desktop but add “tagged/5sospreferences” after the url.