#they just wanna smoke weed and read smut by the fire

[spicyraeman]

would you let them in ur camp?

[finelinevogue]

could you do some angsty smut please??

oh hell yeah we can. this is going to be 70srockstar!harry with roadie!y/n eekkkk! okay have fun;

Being the girlfriend of the most famous, golden boy rockstar was the craziest rollercoaster you’d ever ride.

For the past 6 months you’ve been touring with the one and only Harry Styles, living your life between helping on tour, drinking endless amounts of wine and smoking a hell of a lot of weed. The job had come past you at the perfect moment. Your dad happened to be best friends with the tour manager, Jeff Azoff, who’d spoken of their being a job opening for a roadie. You were employed to help set up the musical equipment and test out the instruments before the act went on at night, falling in love for the man you roadied for was just an add on. A beautiful bonus.

It was a lot more pressure being Harry’s girlfriend than people thought though. There was so much pressure to act a certain way and present yourself another way. Harry was so idolised and craved by millions and it put pressure on you to be a certain person for him. You loved him so much and you were so scared that he might one day realise that there was so much better than you - at least in your eyes. Someone extroverted. Someone musically talented. Someone who wasn’t a virgin.

Harry had never pressured you into anything sexual unless you were ready. Of course he was notorious for being an above star rating, when it came fo sex - thanks to all the articles published by the many men and women, sometimes both together, he had slept with. The sex reputation went hand-in-hand with his rock-n-roll aesthetic, so that part of him would never change. You’d only been with Harry for 4 of those 6 months, managing to fall for him very quickly, so you wondered just how he was coping without having had sex for that long. He usually had a different person each night to take backstage after his concert to play with how he wanted, hence how he built his reputation, but since you there had been no one.

Sex was such a big thing for Harry though, so you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting him down.

Currently, you were sat on his bed on the tour bus reading an article that had been published about your boyfriend last week. Your heart strings tugged as you read one section of the interview.

Interviewer: The new album, tell me about it.

Harry: It’s coming on slowly yeah. Just want this one to be perfect so, taking my time.

Interviewer: What would you say your biggest inspiration is for writing?

Harry: Changed on every project, to be honest man. Sometimes it’s about past relationships. Sometimes it’s about issues i’m going through. A lot of the time it’s about sex!

Interviewer: Yeah, dude, I have noticed that like every other song is about sex. Is that something you’re quite open about?

Harry: I think sex can be either something so beautiful or so passionate. Don’t believe in sad sex! But, um, yeah i’m always really honest lyrically when it comes to the songs about sex and I hope others see it as that too.

Interviewer: No it definitely does! Thanks Harry for your time and, um, keep on having sex so that third album breaks even more records!

Harry: Will do man!

It was easy to understand why you were upset. Harry’s biggest inspiration wasn’t possible for this album, because you were too nervous to let him have you. All of you. You felt a burden, as if you were holding him back from living his life and creating something so amazing. His past two albums had been such hits for songs such as ‘She’ and ‘Only Angel’, which were inspired by the intimate times with past lovers. There would only be sad songs if he wrote an album without any spice.

That’s why as soon as Harry came back on the bus, dressed in shorts and a shirt that was unbuttoned to see his toned chest, you jumped him and kissed him like your life depended on him. He was taken back by surprise, but welcomed your lips nevertheless.

Pulling back he mumbled some words against your lips, “Well this is a nice welcome back gift.” He chuckled at the eagerness of your lips and let his hands roam over your body - from your neck to your waist and over your ass. This man knew what he was doing.

“Harry?” You whispered, stopping your kiss and looking at his beautiful swollen red lips. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah baby?” He kept himself close to you and you could feel the stiffie that he’d developed pressing against your front.

“Can we… I’m.. If you…”

“What baby? Can tell me anything, y’know that.”

“Wanna have sex with you.” You told him the most simple virgin way ever, your face heating up when you saw him smirking down at you. You’d screwed yourself over here and were getting all shy and embarrassed about it.

“Hey, no. Don’t hide from me,” He drew your face back to his and kept his eyes on yours to provide you some familiar comfort, “you sure?”

“Mhm, yes.” You nodded affirmatively.

“It might hurt a little, okay? First time means that your cute little pussy is going to be really tight. Don’t even know whether you’ll be able to take me.” He taunted you, cupping his hands to your cheeks and brushing his thumbs carefully over your skin to ease your tension.

“I w-will.” You moused out, wanting to be this person for him.

“‘Course you can. You’re my best girl and I know you’ll fit perfectly for me, yeah?” He rhetorically asked pushing you back to the bed and letting you flop there. You watched him as he discarded his clothes, following his lead, until you were both naked in front of each other. You’d been this far before, but this time it felt different. It felt more lustful and exposed and nerve-wracking.

Harry bent down and started to kiss you from your belly upwards, leaving kisses everywhere until he reached your jaw where he bit more than he kisses. He loved seeing his marks being left behind on your skin, proving to everyone that you were his and his alone. His hands found comfort ins kneading and squeezing your breasts like dough, loving the way they were so soft and yet so hard beneath his warm hands. As he found your lips and divulged in your sweet tastes, you slunk your hand down and grabbed ahold of his cock, pumping him a few times to get him primed. You felt the trickles of pre-cum drip from his tip and it only excited you even more.

Taking your lead, Harry pushed one of his hands in between your bodies and started playing with your wet cunt, paying extra attention to your needy clit. He knew you loved it when his fingers got rough, so that’s exactly how he played. His tongue was battling against yours, whilst you both stimulated pleasure to one another. The wet and beautiful sounds filled the room, heightening your arousal - Harry could feel it too, his fingers becoming wetter with every circle and pump of his fingers.

“You ready, baby?” He asked carefully, plucking his lips away from yours with a wet sounding smack. You already looked fucked out and he had barely done anything to you yet.

“Y-yes.” You stumbled, so excited yet so nervous. You were finally going to give Harry what he had been missing for so long and you were also going to let yourself go, and divulge in something new and potentially life-changing.

He leant back and rubbed his own cock for a few strokes, before lining the tip of it with your opening. He teased your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation. He smiled down at you and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ without any sounds leaving his lips, before you did the same. The head of his cock started to push in, but you didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did.

“Shit fuck, y’so tight baby. Need you to relax for me, okay?” He asked, pulling away so he could watch your body relax. You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe, reminding yourself that the best way to relax is not to think about the problem itself but oh how you’d feel when the problem’s fixed. You smiled and once Harry could see your shoulders un-tense, he, once again, pushed his cock into your opening. He hissed at the contact, obviously finding it so pleasurable even if it was only minimal contact, but you, you felt so much pain and soreness from absolutely nothing.

You couldn’t do this.

“It should just…” Harry tried a different angle, but your smile had disappeared and your whole range of emotions had resumed to flat and disappointed in yourself. “Maybe if I just..” Harry tried to hold your legs a little wider and guide his cock more firmly into your opening, but each time he couldn’t push past a certain point without your body rejecting him or your facial expressions telling him he should stop.

“St-stop Harry please.” You cried, bringing your hands up to cover your face as you let the tears flow freely. “Please stop.”

“O-okay. Just gonna…” And he slid out as much as he’d managed to get in, which was probably less than an inch. It hurt when he pulled away and your cunt felt like it was on fire. It stung and it didn’t feel right. You felt like a failure and an embarrassment.

You cried into your arms, letting harsh sobs take over your body. You chest felt tight and your eyes stung worse than your cunt did. God, you couldn’t even do one thing for him. You were the reason why he was having a hard time writing at the moment. You were the reason people would be disappointed to hear no sex inspired songs on the album. He might even have to use past experiences as inspiration, which made your heart curl with jealousy. You didn’t feel like you were enough for him, like you would ever be enough for him.

“I’m so sorry Harry,” You sat up from the bed, not wanting to look at him and his disappointed expression as he stay knelt on the bed - cock looking painfully hard still. You scrambled for your t-shirt and your joggers and then walked out of the room, across the bus’ narrow corridor, and into the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in then mirror and were disappointed at what, or who, you saw. Looking back at you was the person who couldn’t even have sex. You couldn’t give Harry what he deserved. You were a failure and it was stamped all over your body. You cried as you looked at yourself, until you couldn’t and you just slid down the wall and onto the floor. You wished for the Earth to just swallow you whole. You couldn’t stand being here when you were clearly broken and useless.

Harry would surely leave you for this. Why would he want to stay with someone who couldn’t even get their boyfriends dick in their pussy? Couldn’t give each other that pleasure? Harry had so many people in the past and surely with you gone he’d have so many people in the future. It would be selfish of you to stay. Harry had needs you completely appreciated that, but it would be just so difficult to let him go when he means so much to you.

There was a quiet knock at the door, which broke you from your cries and self-deprecating. “Y/N? Baby honey? Can I come in, please?”

“S-sorry. Yes of c-course.” You stood up quickly, thinking that he was wanting to be let in to go to the toilet or to have a cold shower go get rid of the hard-on that you’d put there. Too bad you couldn’t have taken it away.

You unlocked the door and shuffled past him, only for him to stop you. He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving you both infinitely pressed together in the pathway on the bus. He had you pressed you up against the side of the wall and kept his arms at either side of you.

“Sweets—”

“Harry, please don’t say anything. I-I know what you’re thinking and—”

“Yeah? And what am I thinking?” He asked, not moving away from you. You held your cries the best you could and took a deep breathe to continue.

“I’m a disappointment. I-I i’m not good enough. I’m broken.” You choked out, knocking your head back against the wall from frustration.

“Stop it.” Harry ordered firmly, gripping your cheeks in his hands and forcing you to look at him. The look in his eyes was so hard to read, but he looked desperate and worried and hurt. You hated to think that you were the cause of any of those emotions. “Just stop.” Harry’s own eyes were starting to fill with tears too and you brought your own hand up to catch a few of them before they could fall.

“Don’t cry, please.” You begged, keeping your hand pressed to his cheek which he absolutely adored. He loved the feeling of your skin against his. He never wanted to not have it.

“Then don’t say things that hurt me, okay? Hearing you say those things about yourself absolutely breaks m’heart flower. Just because you were a bit too tight to take me today does not mean that you’re a disappointment or you’re a failure or that you’re not good enough. It hurts to think that you’d ever think I would think that, because - fuck -,” Harry pressed his forehead tight against yours and fanned his lips lips over yours. His closeness was everything. “I love you so much it scares me. My feelings for you are so strong and so real. I want your forever and something as trivial as sex is never going to make me want otherwise. Do you get that?”

“B-but the album?” You asked.

“What about the album?”

“I-in the recent magazine interview you said that sex is your biggest i-inspiration. I can’t be that for you.”

“Is that what this is all about? Because you think that my album isn’t coming together because i’m not having sex? Did you miss the part where I said I wanted this one to be perfect and I was taking m’time with it?”

“No.”

“Well I did say that, because it’s for you baby. The whole thing is going to be for you. Every melody. Every lyric. Every song. Just and all for you.” Both of you were silently crying now, absorbed in each others love and adoration for one another.

“I-I didn’t know.”

“Now you do. This album isn’t really for the charts or the awards. It’s for you, m’heart. I love you for a lot more than your body and its’ pleasures.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, taking all his words in and realising how irrationally you’d acted out afterwards.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For even thinking that you’d be so shallow and cold-hearted.”

“You didn’t think that though, baby. I know you and so I know you didn’t. Your thoughts were based around your own insecurities, not to do with your small-thinking over me.” He explained to you, making you nod and kick your lips.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Well then we don’t deserve each other.”

“But i’ll keep you forever if you’d let me.”

“Looks like we’re together forever then, baby honey.”

[ramp-it-up]

Everyday

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader, Rafael Casal (as Miles Turner) x Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 + , RPF. CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE IF YOU READ BELOW THE CUT. Cursing, drinking, allusion to smoking weed, fantasy, truth or dare, role play, SMUT, Graphic Depictions of Sex, oral sex (M/F receiving), a lil bit of bondage, established relationship, fantasy play.

A/N:  I have no idea what is for trade in prison; sex packets are a made up joke. And I’m really into 90’s rap this week. Anywho, this fic is in response to the following request:

Anonymous asked:

Rafa!!!!! Maybe a fluffy smut where he’s role playing Miles for you? 👀

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“Ok, Dare.”

You steeled yourself from the query from Daveed.

“Which fictional character, real or animated, would you like to bone?”

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Real or ANIMATED????”  

You were cracking up laughing and buzzed, feeling good surrounded by your crew of friends who were family.

“Ok, I will answer both.” 

Rafa cleared his throat and settled back on the couch beside you. 

You sat up straight and he watched the curve of your breasts underneath the Oaklandish tee you stole from him that morning.

“Rafael is getting swole! Don’t worry Rafa. She will still come home to your everyday ass.”

“Shut up, Ant. You always got something to say.” You rolled your eyes.  “Everyday with Rafa is amazing.”

You leaned over and kissed Rafa’s lips, which were in a slight frown.  He didn’t like that word, ‘everyday.’

“You good?” You whispered so only you two could hear.

He smiled at you, “No doubt. Answer the man’s question!” Rafa said a little louder, bravado on fleek.

“ANYWAYYY.”  You shook your head at him as you straightened up.  “Max could get it.”

“Max who?” Jasmine was confused.  Then she realized, then leaned over Ant and Rafa to give you a high five.

“Max Who???” Daveed was curious.

“Goofy’s son. Max.”  

Everyone erupted in laughter again. Daveed got up and took the bottle out of your hand. 

“Enough of this.” 

You battled him, jumping up and swatting around D’s head. You won your drink back and sat down.

“As far as ‘real’ fictional characters…” You took a drink. And smiled. All eyes were on you.

“Miles Turner could rearrange my guts.” 

Anthony groaned. Rafa sat up straight. You took another drink . 

“For Real. Ruffnecks kinda do it for me.”

“Gotta who? Gotta have a what?”  Jazzy started rapping. You replied.

“Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck.” 

You two started dancing, rapping and singing with your drinks in your hands.

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

I need it and I want it so I gotta get a ruffneck!

Rafael pulled you down to sit on his lap and Jasmine kept dancing, right in front of Anthony.

Anthony sucked his teeth, but was smiling at Jazzy’s ass. 

“That’s cheating. I mean. That’s just Rafa. I mean, he bones you on the regular.” 

Ant smacked Jasmine on the bottom and took a drink before she plopped down next to him and he put his arm around her.

“You know it!” Rafa and Anthony toasted. 

“But I ain’t Miles.”  

Rafa took another sip of his Abasolo on the rocks.

“And it’s just a fantasy. Right baby.”  

Rafael rubbed your back giving you a look that made you tremble. Rafa felt your warmth on his lap. He grinned into his drink.

“Trueeee!”  

You smiled, trying to keep it light and calm the fuck down. Everyone always made fun of you two smashing in people’s bathrooms.

“You aren’t Miles. I didn’t know you when you were younger....” 

You locked eyes with Rafael, and the green fire there did something to you.  

“I think Rafa is Miles’s wasted potential.”

“Wow. That’s deep,” said Ant from a cloud of smoke.

You and Rafa were locked in an eye embrace as well as a physical one.  When he arched his eyebrow, you had to look away, because you couldn’t take it.  

“Y’all need to use my bathroom?”  More laughter.

You and Rafa both flipped Daveed off. 

“Nah, Diggs.” Rafa stood up with you in his arms.  “We’ll use our own. We out.”  

Your man carried you willingly out of the door.

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About two weeks later, you came home with some groceries, you were looking forward to a night in with Rafa.

You’d both been busy and tired lately, only available for maintenance sex. 

Rafa was running around creating all of his creative shit, and you worked in the writers room of a popular series.  Life was hectic.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, hands together on top. 

He was wearing blue scrubs over a white Henley and had his face turned to the side, staring out the window. You noticed that his hair was different.

“Hey, babe. Did you get a haircut? What’s wrong?”

He turned his face toward you and that’s when you noticed two more things. Rafael’s eye was black, and there was a tattoo on his neck.

THAT California tattoo. 

You were very concerned and a little confused. Concern came first in your mind.

“What happened to your eye?”  He gave you a strange look, then he spoke.

“A mutha fucka sneaked me in the yard, that’s what happened!”  

You stood still and had to register what was happening.

Rafa was wearing a grill, and his voice was different, in a lower register  and with a long drawn out, almost southern drawl. 

But it wasn’t southern. It was all Bay.

He stood up and walked toward you, and you noticed that his scrubs had “Prisoner” written in yellow letters down the right leg. 

You suddenly realized what was going on. 

Oh, Shit.

“Baby. You’re a sight for sore eyes.  It’s been a minute.”  

You’d left Rafael in bed this morning.  But it seemed that you came home to Miles.

“Hey,” was all you could say. 

Rafael/Miles gestured for you to come over to the table.  It was then you saw that he was handcuffed. 

A strange feeling came over to you.  He stood up, and you saw that his legs were shackled.  You went close to him and looked at his eye closely.

“Rafa?”

His face was fine, up close, you could tell it was makeup.

“You been to see Galaxy today?”  

You were peering at his neck and the Bay/California tattoo there.

He screwed up his face.

“Who tha fuck is Rafa? And what the hell you talking ‘bout space for?” 

He peered into your eyes, then looked around furtively.

“Babe. Are you high?”

The drawl was a whisper now.

“These muthafuckas’ll kick you out if they think you got drugs on you.”

You smiled at him, pecked him on the lips and replied. 

“No worries. I’m not high.” You sat down at the kitchen table and ‘Miles’ sat across from you. 

“As for Rafa? He’s this guy I know.  Had a nice… conversation with him the other night.”  

You looked into his eyes to see if he would crack.  But your man was a pro.  

He huffed.  “Psshhht.  You MUST be high talking to another dude. What kinda name is Rafa anyway. Sounds like some hipster trash.”  

He peered at you again, anger radiating off of him.

Damn, he was good.

“Tell me what the fuck you mentioning some other muthafucka to my face while I’m locked up in here! Every day.” 

He pounded his bound fists on the table in front of you and made you jump.  It also made you wet as fuck.

He gestured with both hands (because they were handcuffed) to the nice kitchen that you loved to cook in, but that you were now seeing through his performance as a prison visitation room. 

But you were still shook.

“R, R, Rafael is a beautiful artist. He’s a poet. He’s gentle, and kind. And a wonderful lover.” 

Miles glared at you. You stuttered again.

“I-I imagine.”

He gave you a menacing smile and leaned back in the chair, pushing his crotch up in your direction.  Your eyes were drawn there.

“So you imagining fucking another muthafucka and decide to come visit me and tell me about it?”

You got into it.

“Well….I miss you Miles. But it gets hard. Not being able to be with you.”

He leaned forward, bearing his teeth.

“Don’t fucking tell me about it.  Here I am jacking off with leftover chicken grease from the kitchen at night.  Got my dick smelling like a Popeye’s chicken sandwich in this bitch.”

“Ew,” you said, disgusted, then you started giggling at the joke.

Miles pouted and sat back.

“ ‘S not fucking funny!”  He looked out the window again. 

“I shouldn’t even tell you about the surprise.”

You straightened up.  “What is it babe?”

You put your hand on his and he caressed yours with his thumb.  He looked at you, excited and mischievous now.

“I got us a conjugal visit.”

Your mouth dropped open, fully into it now.

“But I thought that was just for married couples, Miles…”

“I know, I know.” He leaned forward and looked around again.  “But I got me a side hustle.”

He shifted his eyes as he scanned the empty room.

“I make sex packets outta the leftover chicken grease from my job in the kitchen. Make a KILLING in oatmeal cream pies, ramen noodles, cigarettes and other tradeable currency.  I made enough to buy us a conjugal visit, girl.”

He leaned back, very satisfied with himself, his hands now on his lap, rubbing his crotch.  

Your eyes were drawn there again and you found yourself irrationally wondering how big his dick was. He had you caught up in this fantasy.

“Let’s go to the trailer and I’ll make you forget all about this Raja guy.” Miles winked at you.

“It’s…”  You saw the look on his face.  “Nevermind. Let’s go.” 

He stood up again, and shuffled his way to the bathroom, you at a safe distance behind him. 

He entered the bedroom and shuffled to the bed, sitting down on the edge. He gestured you to him and you went and stood before him.

He put his nose in your crotch.

“MMMmmmmm. I missed your smell Baby. It’s been too long. He lifted his hands and put them on the insides of your thighs. He pulled back and looked at you, green eyes staring into brown.

“The guards left the key over there. That is, if you wanna get me out of these.” He nodded toward the 

He trailed his hands up to your pelvis, managing to hook one set of fingers into your waistband and still have another at your apex.

He ran his fingers over your jeans right where it counts. This kind of petting felt good and made you want more. 

You let him play for a little while, but then pushed him back to sit and watch you. 

You peeled down your jeans to reveal a white satin thong. Rafael loved white against your coffee brown skin, but tonight, Miles would benefit. You stood there in your button-down shirt, that was really Rafael’s. 

Miles’s hands went to his crotch again as he eagerly watched.

“You seem to be doing pretty well all hemmed up, but let me see.”

You went to the dresser to retrieve the key, and you did, then turned around and put it in your mouth while you slowly unbuttoned the shirt.

Miles leaned back on the bed and opened his legs as far as the shackles would let them go, licking his lips as you disrobed.

You were wearing a white lace bra, your dark nipples and areola straining through the delicate material.  You were very excited at the entire scenario. 

The fact that Rafa was doing this for you because he remembered what you said on a drunken night weeks ago was the shit.

You dropped to the ground and crawled over to Miles’s feet jutting your ass up in the air as you unlocked the shackles.

You massaged his ankles and trailed your hands up his legs to his crotch, where you rubbed the hardness there.

“It’s been so long that you’ve been locked up, Miles.”

You raised up on your knees, loving the feeling of his eyes sweeping over you.

“I’m gonna give you the world’s best blowjob.”

Miles smiled at you.

“Aw, baby. That’s so cute.”

“I’ll show you cute.”

You were about to give your own performance.

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Five minutes later, you were gargling his cock, relaxing your throat and taking him as deep as you could, nose nestled at his base, and gently pulling and kneading his balls.

Someone moaned, and you didn’t know if it was Rafa or Miles.  He bucked his hips up into your mouth while resting his cuffed hands in your hair.

“As much as I would love to … fuck baby… cum down your throat.. I need that… damn where’d you learn to do that?!... I need that pussy.  Unlock the cuffs, baby.”

His cuffed hands were in your hair, alternating between massaging your scalp and pulling your hair the way you loved it. 

The way Rafael invented. 

You smiled around his cock with the knowledge that what you were doing was making him slip out of character.

You pulled your head upward, mouth open, allowing the saliva to trickle out with his dick. 

He looked at you like he couldn’t believe how nasty you were being. He was mesmerized. You looked a mess, eye makeup running, lipstick smudged, spit all over your face. 

Your dream man loved it.

“Am I ‘cute’ now?”

“Fuck no. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

You smiled and quickly reached behind you and unclasped your bra, taking your breasts in your hands and pushed them up around his dick.

“See, if you unlock these cuffs, I’ll handle things the way they need to be handled.”

You just smiled up at him while you manipulated your breasts around him, knowing that he could not control his hips fucking into your cleavage.

“I got it under control.” You stuck your tongue out to tease his tip as it neared your face, lubricating it with your saliva.

“Fuck, baby.  I wanna fuck you so bad. It’s been so long…”

This entire scene was just about the hottest thing ever. You were breathless, dripping, and quivering with anticipation. But you didn’t want it to end so soon.

“How long ‘xactly?”

“Shit, 5 months of being here and jacking off to memories of you everyday.  I need to see that ass and fuck that pussy, babyyyy. Please.”

Those eyes.

Those words. 

The acting. 

Miles. 

You had to relent.

You reached for the key where you dropped it on the floor and unlocked the cuffs.

“Fucking finally!”  Miles rubbed his wrists as he stood up, stripped his shirts off and his pants the rest of the way.

“On the bed, let me see that ass up.” 

He smacked it about three times each and then rubbed it as you did as you were told. 

Miles trailed his hand from your ass up your spine to your shoulder and then pushed your head down further into the bed.

“That’s a girl.” Your back had that perfect arch.

He got behind you and swiped his hardness up and down your slit, teasing you with the head of his dick.

He grabbed your hand and brought behind your back, and very swiftly the other, and before you knew it, your hands were cuffed behind you, head in the bed and Miles was entering you swiftly.

“Fuuuuck! How does it feel?”

You couldn’t speak. The thrill of Miles’ dick inside you and being cuffed had you ready to cum already.

His stroke game was on point, as if he was fucking you to a brand new rhythm- Allegro. 

Strangely, it was different than Rafa had ever been.

That was blowing your mind.

Miles tugged on the metal restraints and the slight pain in your shoulders and wrists, combined with the thrill of this roleplay, made you release, all over him and the bed.

“Shit girl, you really are glad to see me.” That drawl got you ready to peak again.

“Oh fuck yeah, Miles, oh shit, oh shit.” Your pussy was clamping down on him at the thought of Miles Turner having his way with you.

“Shit, I’m cumming with you, hold up.”  

Rafa tried to slow down, but you did that thing with your pussy and he couldn’t help it.  His hips drove his dick inside you until it pulsed and started to flow, and then he pulled out.

“Turn over baby.”

You leisurely moved to turn over, and he motioned you down to the end of the bed, moving the pillow where he wanted your head.

“I need in between those legs, baby.  I need to see you, I need to surround me with you.”

You positioned yourself at the end of the bed, your braids hanging over the edge.

Miles gave you a forehead kiss as he got between your thighs, and pumped himself a couple of times as he aligned with you.  

He leaned down and pulled at your nipple with his mouth, moaning when you moaned, moving his eyes appreciatively down your body and keeping his eyes where you were about to join.

The look on his face when he entered you was very hot, and you found your pussy squeezing his cock in appreciation. It seemed magically somehow bigger, and all of your senses were alive as he started moving.

“That’s my beautiful baby. You’re so fucking tight. Don’t push me out, let me have the glorious pussy. Damn girl, this pussy, those thighs, your curves, these tits. What did a man like me do to deserve you. You’re such a fucking sweet princess for me…”

You were astounded. Missionary was far from your favorite position because you seldom came that way, but the way Miles was whispering praise in your ear and the total fantasy was getting you there. 

Quickly.

He watched your face and adjusted his pace in response to your cries, and that knowledge made you start to come. When your eyes rolled back in your head, that’s when he knew.

He pulled your hair back and sucked the shit out of your neck as you came, and he released inside you.  You wrapped your legs around him and held him as he shivered with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your lover rolled off of you and you snuggled into his arm. He lay there and held you as you tried to process.

“That was… wow.” You weren’t sure who to address, Rafa or Miles. Irrationally you felt you were in love with both.

He just chuckled at you, and gave you another forehead kiss.

“I’m going to enjoy a shower.  Goodbye for a while, baby.”

You grinned. “Bye Miles.”

He pecked you on the lips and you watched him go into the bathroom.

You rolled over on your back and tried to organize your thoughts. How would you write this?

Thoughts of writing this scene chased you into sleep.

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You woke up to Rafael, grill and tattoos gone, freshly out of the shower and in a towel, gently trying to pull you from sleep.

“C’mon.”  

You let him get you up and into the bathroom to a hot bath.  You let him tenderly clean you up and then get you out of the tub and dry you off. You were more tired than you thought.

“You hungry?” You walked into the kitchen in a towel behind him.

Rafa had put the groceries up and was holding up takeout menus. He was truly magical. You smiled, nodded and told him what you wanted.

45 minutes later, you were in his softest Oaklandish tee and you were curled up on the couch in the living room together, food containers spead out on the coffee table.

You felt totally in sync with this amazing man.

“I loved tonight.”

He smiled softly back at you.

“Had to give you your fantasy since you help me live mine. Every day.” 

He leaned over and kissed you.  He looked you intensely in the eyes. Those green pools had you trapped.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Rafael.”

Your fantasy had been Miles, but your reality was Rafael. 

And that was fantastic. 

Everyday.

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[hearts-hunger]

say it again when we’re sober || frankie morales x reader

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Summary: High off your asses and half-asleep watching Deep Space Nine, you and Frankie say some things you might not have said sober - but that doesn’t make them any less true.

Pairings: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader, College AU

Genre: Fluff, smut, idiots to lovers

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Drug use, making out, fingering (be safe smoking the devil’s lettuce, kids), perhaps boring amounts of consent-talk (but is there really such a thing? consent is so sexy)

A/N: Yeah so I got high and somebody had Star Trek on and I let my imagination run wild. I’m pretty proud of this one, though - I think it’s hot and really soft. Also, I know this isn’t a Frankie gif, but since it’s a college au I wanted him to look a little younger :) Enjoy!

One second. Omw.

You stuffed your phone in your pocket after reading his text and looked through the grating in the security door, your arms crossed over your chest against the cold. It seemed like Frankie was taking his sweet time coming from his dorm to let you into his building, and you shifted from one foot to another to try and generate a little heat.

He came through the inside door a minute later, grinning like an idiot when he saw you; you tried to ignore the butterflies you always felt when he smiled at you. He opened the security door for you and ushered you inside with a gallant wave.

“Sorry it took forever, Santi almost set the whole place on fire trying to make popcorn.”

You gave him an exasperated smile as you walked with him down the corridor towards his dorm. “Great. So it smells like burnt popcorn?”

He smirked. “Not for long.”

“Wait.” You grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled him to a stop.

He raised a brow. “What?”

“We’re not gonna - ” You looked around and were satisfied to see an empty hallway, but still lowered your voice. “- smoke inside, are we?”

He looked amused at your worry. “Yeah, why not? I thought you wanted to smoke.”

You punched his shoulder and gave a begrudging smile when he laughed.

“Shut up,” you said. “And yeah, I do, but you’re gonna get in trouble doing it inside.”

He rolled his eyes as you started walking again. “Ugh, fine. We’ll go outside if you want. But it’s gonna be cold.”

“I’ll make you some hot soup or something.”

He snorted. “Yeah, let’s get high and have soup. That sounds great.”

He held the door open for you when you reached his dorm, and you were greeted by the smell of burnt popcorn, as promised.

“Honey, I’m home,” you called, looking around for the culprit. Santi’s head poked out from the kitchen and gave you a wide grin.

“Hi, sunshine,” he said. “Sorry about the popcorn. I didn’t burn all of it, though.”

You went through to the kitchen as Frankie went into his room for a minute, picking out a handful of popcorn from the not-burnt bowl. “And they said college wouldn’t make you any smarter, Santi.”

He smirked. “Yeah, well, you’re the one still hanging out at our apartment on a Saturday night when you could be doing literally anything else, so who’s the real dumbass?”

You smiled. “Still you. What are you doing with your Saturday night, if you’re too fancy to spend it here?”

He leaned against the counter. “I’m going to Will and Ben’s.”

“Ah,” you said, nodding sagely. “Mario Kart.”

“Hey, you’re welcome to join,” Santi said. “Unless you’d rather be alone with Frankie.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively; you laughed and tried to downplay the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Yeah right,” you lied. “I’m here for his weed, not anything else.”

“Oh, are you guys smoking?” he asked. “Can I join?”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

“Only if you want to freeze to death,” Frankie called. A second later he came out of his room, holding another hoodie and the pencil case he kept his stash in.

“She’s making me take her outside to smoke,” Frankie told Santi.

Santi grimaced. “Yeah, no thanks.”

Frankie tossed you the extra hoodie he’d brought out, a soft blue thing you’d seen him wear a lot. You put it on and were practically swimming in it, but it was nice and warm and smelled like him.

“Thanks,” you said, sticking your hands in the front pocket and swinging back and forth on your heels.

He looked amused at your enjoyment of his hoodie. “You ready?”

“Lead on,” you said. You gently butted your head against Santi’s shoulder. “Bye, Santi. Hope you win in Mario Kart.”

“Thanks,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

You and Frankie walked back out of the housing complex, catching each other up on your day. You’d been best friends since you arrived late to the first meeting of your physics class and had to take the only open seat, right next to Frankie. He’d walked you to your next class so you wouldn’t get lost, and from then on, you’d practically been inseparable.

Lots of people had thought you’d get together. Santi, Will, and Ben - Frankie’s best friends from freshman year and now your friends too - teased both of you mercilessly about it. You couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about it - really, you spent a lot of time thinking about it - but you were way too shy to make the first move. You figured Frankie would tell you if he felt that way about you, and you’d live with it if he didn’t. You loved him and you knew he loved you, even if it wasn’t like that, and you were happy with it.

He took you down to the side of the outbuilding that technically served as the housing offices, but it didn’t see much traffic during the day and was abandoned at this hour.

“Ok?” he asked, and you knew that as much as he’d grumbled, he was happy to change his plans around to make sure you felt comfortable.

You looked around at the dark parking lot. “Yeah, it’s good.” It was cold, like he’d warned you it would be, and you stood close to him as he fished a joint and a lighter out of his bag.

“Your pencil case must make you popular with all the ladies,” you teased.

He laughed. “Yeah. I haven’t really found a better place for it.”

He put the pencil case in the pocket of his hoodie and took a long, slow drag when the joint was lit. He held it out to you and you took it carefully.

“This isn’t the ‘hype you up’ kind, is it?” you asked. You’d had something before that made you all jittery and wild, and you hadn’t liked it that much.

He shook his head, bottling a cough in his chest. “Uh-uh,” he said, turning his head to exhale. “It’ll chill you out. You’re good.”

You took as long a drag as you could manage, giving a decent volley of coughs as you exhaled. You smoked with Frankie pretty frequently, all things considered, but you still weren’t very good at it. You liked being high, but you didn’t really like the process of getting high.

“Hit it again,” Frankie offered. “We both know you don’t ever get anything on the first try.”

That was probably true. You took another drag, the lit end flaring with color in the darkness, and managed it better with a little less choking.

You handed it back to Frankie. “Thanks for coming outside.”

“Sure,” he said with a smile. “Anything for you, kiddo.”

You stood close to each other for warmth, passing the joint back and forth until it was spent. Frankie killed it and you looked up at the stars, dim with the light pollution from campus but with certain constellations still recognizable.

Frankie cleared his throat. “So, I’m gonna say something, and it might be a little weird.”

You laughed and tipped your head back down to look at him. “That’s always a danger when you open your mouth, Frankie.”

His smile and the way he looked at you seemed so impossibly tender that you wondered if you were seeing it correctly.

“Ok, smart-ass,” he said, and his voice matched the way he looked, soft and affectionate. He looked a little nervous, and you wondered what he wanted to say that could be such a big deal. Usually Frankie was so straightforward, unafraid of speaking his mind - 

“I wanna kiss you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. 

“What?” you choked.

He laughed. “Goes down real smooth, huh? Well, forget I said it.”

“No, Frankie,” you said, trying to get your composure. You felt a swing of dizziness and grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself.

“Easy, tiger,” he said, putting his hand on your other arm. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him. Could you really have heard him right?

“Say that thing you just said.”

He smiled. “Which one? About wanting to kiss you?”

You tipped your face up almost unconsciously. “Yeah, that one.”

He gave a thoughtful hum. “Well...” He leaned closer to you, close enough that your noses touched. He chuckled softly. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, kiddo. Pretty much since the day you grabbed the seat next to me in physics.”

You could feel his warm breath on your skin. “That long?”

He hummed in agreement. “That long.”

You closed your eyes. He was so close - you felt his warmth all around you, protecting your from the cold.

“So kiss me,” you said softly, almost afraid to speak too loud and break the spell, to test this delicate balance you both hung in.

You didn’t know how long he waited - it could have been seconds or hours, you couldn’t tell - but then there was nothing but the feel of his mouth on yours, warm and soft and cautious.

He pulled back just enough to see your face.“How was that?”

You smiled. “Sweet,” you said, a little dazedly. Better than you had imagined. “Nice.”

He laughed. “Sweet and nice, huh?” He kissed you again, still as gentle as could be. “You’re sweet and nice.”

“You have a way with words, Frankie.”

“I’ve been told that a lot actually.”

He kissed you deeper then, still taking it slow, giving you time to get used to him. He let you take the lead, and when you opened your mouth, he responded in kind. You could have kissed him like that forever, lazy and easy and full of promise.

“Frankie,” you breathed.

He pulled back a little. “Hm? You ok?”

You pressed closer to him to close the distance; his cautiousness was sweet but unnecessary, and you wanted more of him.

“I want...” But you couldn’t say it, were too embarrassed all of a sudden, your face warming even in the cold air. Not even getting high could erase your bashfulness altogether, or make you brave enough to ask your best friend for - well, more. 

The hand that had been holding onto your arm released you, only to find its way to your waist.

“You want...” he prompted, giving you a few feather-light kisses to your cheeks and nose. “What do you want, pretty girl?”

Your breath caught when he called you that, and you wondered if he’d do it again if you asked.

“Call me that again,” you said.

You felt his smile against your cheek. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he murmured. “‘S just me. You don’t have to be shy.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into him, your best friend, the person you felt safest with. 

“Touch me, please.”

“Okay,” he said against your jaw. He moved to kiss you, steering you gently back a few steps until you were against the wall, bracketed by his arms. You let your hands drift over his chest, fingers glancing over the little bit of collarbone exposed by the loose collar of his hoodie. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” he said. You nodded, and his hand moved from your waist to your breast, kneading gently. You could feel the warmth of his hand even though the hoodie, and you sighed as he kissed you deeper.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, moving his thigh between your legs; you were surprised by the rush of warmth that went through your whole body. You didn’t know if he would have noticed, but you gasped a little, and you could feel his smile.

“What?” he asked, amused and kind.

“Just... surprised me a little.”

He nosed against your jaw. “Good surprise?”

You nodded. “You can...” Again, you drifted off, embarrassed. He kissed you again.

“I want to do whatever you want to do,” he said easily. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. All you have to do is tell me.”

Your cheeks felt impossibly hot against the cold air, and you leaned your head against his.

“You can...” you started again. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You can - I want you to - ”

You put your hand over his and moved it down, slowly, giving him time to pull away. Even though he’d said he was ok with whatever you wanted, it was still so early, and you wanted to go slow, for both of your sakes. He got your meaning and started fumbling with the button on your jeans.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he reminded you again, but there was only affection in his voice, and you knew he would patiently remind you as many times as you needed. Frankie knew you, knew how you always got so tripped up trying to say what you meant, what you wanted - he knew you and cared for you like you needed to be cared for.

You blushed and hid your face against his shoulder. “Want you to... finger me. Please.”

A thrill rushed through his body at that, a wave of desire and protectiveness that you could feel under your hands as you held onto him. He moved closer to you, one hand leaning against the brick wall behind you, the other slipping under the waistband of your jeans.

“You can tell me to stop any time,” he said. “Just say the word.”

“Okay,” you agreed, already a little breathless at his warmth so close to you.

He moved his hand slowly, staying over your underwear; he gently worked his way over your heat, pressing just enough to make you sigh against his mouth. God, his hand was so big, and his fingers were so gentle - it was heady, with his fingers rubbing slow circles and his tongue in your mouth. You pressed against him, wanting more, wanting him. 

He pulled away and you wondered if you’d done something wrong, tried to tamp down the sting of disappointment and embarrassment as you thought he may have reconsidered it all. Before you could say anything, stutter out an apology, he gave you a quick, reassuring kiss.

“It’s alright,” he said. “Just wanted to warm my hand up a little for you.”

He cupped his hands over his mouth and warmed them, rubbing them together; he reached for your hands and blew gently on them too.

“Figured your hands were cold too,” he said sweetly, and kissed your knuckles. You gave him a wobbly smile and let him hold your hands for a moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, with an innocence and sincerity that made you weak in the knees. 

You leaned close to kiss him, and he obliged you. You draped your arms around his neck and tucked your hands under his hood to keep them warm as he went back to the job at hand.

His fingers were a little warmer, but they were still a shock as he slipped into your underwear and traced over your heat. Your breath hitched from the first touch, and he gave a pleased hum as he started to circle your clit.

“Frankie,” you sighed, letting your body move naturally against him. 

“Feels ok?” he asked gently. 

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. He moved down and teased at your entrance; you bunched the fabric of his hoodie in your grip.

“Easy does it, pretty girl,” he said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Gonna take it nice and slow.”

True to his word, he slowly worked a finger into you, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You let out a shaky breath that gave way to a quiet moan, and you immediately felt yourself blush.

“Sorry,” you said.

He chuckled. “That’s ok. Sounded real pretty, baby.”

He made a come-hither motion with his finger, and you moaned again, a little less quietly. You buried your face in his neck, your cheeks burning; he smiled and kissed you, and you felt hot all over knowing he liked the sounds you made.

“Please, Frankie,” you said, kissing his neck. His thumb on your clit was driving you crazy; your legs started to shake and you leaned on him to steady yourself. “Please.”

He knew what you meant, and he added another finger, setting a steady pace. He didn’t seem in any mood to rush, and you let him draw you out with his skillful, patient touch. 

“Fuck,” you breathed quietly, tangling your fingers in his curls. You could feel your orgasm cresting like a wave between your hips, a low fire turned into a roaring flame with Frankie’s fingers inside you and his mouth on yours. You gasped and let out a sort of mewl as he gave your clit more attention, crumpling his hoodie in your fists.

“Frankie,” you almost whined. 

He kissed your collarbone. “Tell me, pretty girl.”

Your breath came in short pants. “Gonna cum, Frankie.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low. “Cum for me, baby.”

His praise tipped you over the edge and you came on his fingers, riding out your orgasm as he drew it out as long as he could for you. You leaned your head back against the wall and he kissed your neck, murmuring words of praise.

“So beautiful,” he said against your skin. “What a good girl for me.”

When you came down from your high - well, one of them - blissed out and a little overstimulated in the best way, you looked up at him and gave him a dreamy smile.

“Thank you,” you said unsteadily. You were half aware that you were leaning heavily against him as your legs still shook, but he didn’t seem to mind.

He chuckled. “No problem, baby. My pleasure.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling a little dazed as the endorphins seemed to make the weed start to hit more noticeably. You were content and warm, feeling more comfortable and safe than you had in a long time.

“You ok?” he asked. He ran a soothing hand up and down your back.

You hummed in agreement. “A little cold.��

“Yeah, it is a little cold out here,” he agreed. “Why don’t we go back to my place and get warmed up?”

“At least buy me a drink first,” you said, and he laughed.

“Come on, trouble.” He took your hand in his; you tucked yourself close to him and leaned against his arm as you walked back to his dorm.

Santi was still out when you got back, but he’d lit the one candle he kept for when girls came around, and the apartment smelled comfortingly like laundry, or some variant of a “soft cotton” smell. You kicked off your shoes and curled up on Frankie’s bed.

He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss. “Be right back.”

You were content to lay on the bed and doze a little; you did get a little in your head when you thought Frankie had been gone for a long time, but he came back just before you started getting panicky, his laptop and a bowl of popcorn in hand.

“You two and your popcorn,” you said, moving over to make room for him on the bed.

He smiled. “Yeah, but I didn’t burn it, because I’m not an idiot.” He set his laptop on his thigh and pulled up Netflix. “Any requests?”

You shook your head, cuddling close to him. “Whatever you want.”

He put on Deep Space Nine, one of his guilty pleasure shows, and put his arm over your shoulders.

Between the two of you, the popcorn bowl was quickly empty, and you you spent the remainder of the episode kissing and going through every dumb question you had about Star Trek. Your attention got hooked during one scene with a monastery and a weird prophecy-orb that gave people sex visions - or at least that’s what you gathered, as you were very tired and still pretty high. You looked over at Frankie to confirm that’s what had just happened, but stopped before you asked when you saw him.

He was asleep, his head at a bit of an uncomfortable angle, his arm still around you as he snored gently. You couldn’t help a smile as you studied his face, all soft and pretty and restful.

You couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth, either, tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I love you.”

Oh, boy. Your pulse jumped as if you’d just yelled it from the rooftops instead of whispering it to him while he slept, and you watched his face for any kind of reaction. You didn’t know whether it had been a good idea to say it or not, but you had, and you found it was the easiest thing in the world. 

You wanted to say it again.

He shifted a little, tucking you closer to him; you held your breath, waiting to see if he had woken or was just moving closer in his sleep.

“Lay down,” he murmured. You did as he said, laying your head on his chest, tucking your hand in the pocket of his hoodie. He was warm and solid and safe, and you relaxed completely against him.

“I love you, Frankie,” you said again, even softer.

He gave a sleepy grunt. 

“Heard you... the first time,” he mumbled, still mostly asleep. “Love you, baby. Let’s... say it again when we’re sober, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you agreed. You smiled and snuggled close to him, already feeling like you were home.

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[romanticrising]

Unconditionally (Thinking of You Part 2)// JJ Maybank x Reader

Read Part 1 here

Summary: basically just a continuation of part 1

Requests are open so ask away

Warnings: Smut (wrap it before you tap it; birth control doesn’t prevent STDs), smoking weed, swearing

Several days passed after my early morning rendezvous on the beach with JJ. I wrestled back and forth with my better judgement, trying to convince myself that telling Michael wouldn’t be a good idea. In the end, I realized it didn’t matter how he took it because either way our relationship had to end. It would always be JJ. He was my better half in every single way. Where I was too cautious, he was carefree and impulsive, occasionally to a fault, but that was what I loved about him. Come to think of it, there wasn’t a single thing I didn’t love about JJ.

The morning after I called it off with Michael— technically, it was mutual but I digress— I went by JJ’s place. He gave me a cold shoulder for a bit while I followed him around, trying to apologize, before finally agreeing to let me take him out into the marsh on the HMS Pogue. I dropped the anchor in our old favorite spot and lit up a blunt while he pretended to ignore me. I sat down beside him and held it out to him as a peace offering. He took it after a moment and sighed, letting the smoke curl out of his lips. 

“JJ, I’m sorry,” I said.

“You said that already,” he said off-handedly. I looked over at him. His head was thrown back, his lips slightly parted, joint hanging loosely from his fingertips.

“I shouldn’t have left. Everything was telling me to stay, but I—”

“Why?”

It was the first time he’d looked directly at me since I’d gotten to his place that morning. “Why what?”

“Why did you leave me? Do you know how shitty that feels? I haven’t thought about anything but you since we broke up and after everything on the beach I thought you’d finally come back. And then you left me. Even I stick around for a bit after I fuck a tourist. That was low.”

I reached for his hand but he pulled it away, scoffing. “I shouldn’t have left.” I repeated. I didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah, I know. You’ve told me all morning how sorry you are.”

“JJ, I don’t know how to convince you how sorry I am. I haven’t slept since then. I—”

He interrupted me again. “Are you still dating that Kook?”

I sputtered, lost for words. “No, we broke up.”

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

“Wow, so I’m your rebound.”

“No, I’ve been trying to tell you: we broke up because I finally grew a pair and realized I love you. We broke up because I’ll only ever love you and it was pointless for me to be with anyone else.”

“Too little, too late.” He stood to leave. I jumped to my feet and grabbed his hand. 

“Please. How do I prove it to you? JJ, it’s only ever been you. Since before I can remember, it’s been you and me, best friends until we were more. I’m sorry I left you on the beach; I should have stayed. Hindsight is 20/20, right? Well I know that now.

“Remember when we snuck out of my house and took the boat out here, and we got super high and you finally told me you liked me? That was the best day of my life. You were all of my firsts: first kiss, first time, first love, first heartbreak. You were the first person to not laugh at me for crying at Finding Nemo, and yes, that’s stupid but I remember it. I remember it because it was you. Do you know how many guys asked me to the dance in middle school? At least three, and I rejected them all because I only wanted you to take me. And then you asked that stupid girl— I forget her name— and I cried so hard I ran out of tears and it took John B showing up with flowers and a chocolate cupcake to convince me to go.”

JJ stared at me for a second. “You remember that?”

“Of course I remember that! JJ, I’ve loved you for the better part of my life. I’m sorry. For everything. For letting my mom shit talk you the way she did that time, and for getting so mad at you when—”

“Shut up,” JJ moved forward, cupping my face in both his hands. He captured my lips with his, moving his mouth against mine with practiced ease. It was like everything that had ever been wrong was fixed. Stars could collide and set the world on fire and we would never know it. We were alone in our world, complete in each other like we’d never been before. I kissed him back like I’d lose him if I didn’t. He held me tightly against him, one hand fisted in my hair, the other resting on my lower back under my shirt. Our weed had fallen to the floor somewhere, forgotten. I couldn’t bare to let him break the kiss, but even still we realized at some point we would need air and pulled away. 

He rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. I could taste the marijuana smoke on his breath. His eyes were still closed and it took him a moment to open them.

“You wanna know what I remember?” His voice was raspy and stirred something in my chest I’d only ever felt with him. I slowly ran my hands through his hair, pulling his mouth down so it was mere inches from mine. He made a sound between a growl and a moan and kissed me hungrily. After a moment, when kissing started to lead to more, we broke apart. 

“What do you remember?” I asked.

“I remember when you showed up to that stupid middle school dance with John B, in your favorite blue jeans and your dad’s old shirt with the tear in the side from when we got stuck in the bushes running from the cops. I knew you’d been crying, but John B had helped you put on some lip gloss and fix your hair and you looked so beautiful I felt stupid for not asking you instead.”

I struggled to regain focus as ran his thumb over my bottom lip. My lips parted involuntary at his action and he watched me through half-lidded eyes as I followed the motion of his fingers.

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

“Because I was worried if I did you’d figure out I liked you.” We kissed again, this time slow and passionate. His lips tasted better than any candy I’d ever known. My heart pounded as if it was trying to burst out of my chest and join with his. He pressed his body closer to mine so we were flush against each other. All I could feel was him. 

We parted all too soon and he sat down at the front of the boat on the cushions there. I sunk down next to him, curling myself into his side as he wrapped his arm around me.

“I’m still mad at you for leaving me,” he murmured, kissing the back of my hand. I swung my legs around so they laid across his lap and leaned up to kiss him. I couldn’t get enough of him. Something felt different between us now. Our love had always felt timeless but now we felt mature, like we’d weathered a hundred storms. I guess that’s what happens when you’re meant to be with someone. You’re like the rigged games at a fair: as many times as you knock one of those pegs down, they still keep coming back up. 

“I’m very sorry,” I said, puckering my lips teasingly and closing my eyes while he tilted my head up toward him.

He chuckled, pecking my lips. “I’m only going to forgive you because I love you.”

I smiled, staring into his eyes. God, I could drown in those baby blues. “I love you too.”

Clutching at his waist, I pulled him closer to me and kissed him hard, wishing my lips could convey how much I’d missed him and how much I loved him. Words could only do so much. 

When I pulled on the hem of his T-shirt, he got the message and tugged it off over his head. I reconnected our lips as soon as his shirt was off, running my hands down his chest. I moved my legs again, this time to straddle his lap and roll my hips down onto his already hardening erection. He mumbled something against my lips and I paused, pulling away from him.

“You won’t leave me again, will you?” I glimpsed a rare flicker of vulnerability in JJ’s eyes when he asked that question. It made my chest clench and that familiar pit in my stomach threaten to swallow me. I hated knowing that I’d hurt him. 

“Never,” I promised. “It’s you and me, as long as you want me.”

“I hope you’re okay with forever then.” An elated laugh burst from my lips and JJ’s face lit up in a smile. “Now strip.” His tone went from happy to dominating in a matter of seconds and my skin tingled where he touched me. I obeyed, pulling my shirt off to reveal my bikini top, which he quickly untied while I tossed my shirt aside. His hands were rough on the sensitive skin of my breasts and I couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan. I felt my arousal pool in my bathing suit bottoms so I took his hand and brought it down between my legs. He got the message and started rubbing my clit through my shorts. I dug my nails into his skin, clutching his shoulder with one hand while my other hand moved up the back of his head and entangled itself in his hair.

I couldn’t tell where JJ’s body ended and mine began by the time we were both naked. He helped me lay down on a towel we’d spread out earlier, kissing me gently. Missionary wasn’t either of ours favorite positions, but he wanted to look at me right now. We agreed that other positions could wait until next time. After all, we’d have all the time in the world now that we were together again.

He entered me with a groan after teasing my fold with his tip until I cursed at him and told him just to fuck me already. He didn’t waste any time giving me a moment to adjust and set a rough pace that had me wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. I moaned his name loudly arching my back and grabbing at the towel beneath me to have something to hold onto. He adjusted his angle, lifting my leg up and making me scream out as he hit my G-spot. My body hummed with pleasure as I felt myself nearing my orgasm and my breaths came in ragged gasps interspersed with moans of his name.

“JJ, I’m close,” I moaned, nearly losing myself in the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Hold on, baby,” he grunted, leaning closer to me and entwining my hand with his above my head. My free hand found its way to his hair once again and I pulled on his messy blonde hair, bringing his lips down to mine. I came a moment later, moaning against his lips. He groaned as my walls tightened around him and reached his orgasm a moment later, thrusting erratically as we came down from our highs. I kissed him again as he pulled me up to sit on his lap. He kissed along my neck and shoulders, leaving hickeys on my skin. I shivered as a breeze blew across the boat. Ever the gentleman, JJ cleaned me off and helped me back into my bathing suit. He gave me his shirt and I put that on over my bikini, loving the way it smelled like him. 

I rolled up the towel and got rid of the weed we’d forgotten about earlier while he pulled up the anchor and started the boat. He wrapped his arm around me while we cruised back through the marsh, keeping me close to his side. Every few minutes he would ease up on the throttle and lean over to catch my lips in a kiss.

“Hey, baby?” I asked.

He hummed in response.

“I love you. And I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Just don’t do it again,” he remarked. There was a moment of pause. Then, “I love you too, dumbass. I expect I will for a long time.”

“Unconditionally?”

“Unconditionally.”

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part One - Paradise on Earth

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Aria Prescott is new to the Outer Banks and is ready to make some new friends and new beginnings. What she wasn’t expecting was making some unforgettable memories with JJ Maybank. 

Warnings: Light smut, some cursing, alcohol/drug use and maybe some typos lol.

A/N: Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this. This is my first time ever writing and publishing a fanfic so, I’m pretty excited and really nervous at the same time. I was inspired by the writers on here to finally put on my big girl pants and give this a shot. I'm really looking forward to see how this turns out. I’m planning on making this a series. Hope you like it! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or any of the characters) :)

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“The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth.” I used to think that was an exaggeration. I’m originally from Chapel Hill, so visiting the OBX was common. Now I’m living in Figure Eight. My parents wanted a change of scenery. So, what’s better than living in Paradise on Earth? To be honest, I really don’t mind. I already have a few friends I’ve known for a while who live here.

For example, would be Charis Donahue. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. She’s an absolute wild card. Everyone who thinks they know her, thinks that she’s an innocent goody two shoes. Her real friends however, know that’s a load of bull. If you look up the word party animal in the dictionary, you’ll see a picture of Charis beside it. She’s the perfect combination of crazy, loyal and fun. That’s what makes her one of my best friends.

My other best friend is Sarah Cameron. The kook princess. Our parents are good friends, so I’ve known her for a while now. Speaking of now, we’re currently having brunch on the balcony of my new house. Charis scans her surroundings, for any adults before pouring a little bit of vodka into our glasses of orange juice before quickly shoving it back into her purse.

“Score.” Sarah praises the rebellious teen who raises her glass. “Cheers to Aria for finally getting her ass out here. Welcome to the Outer Banks love.” We all cheer and sip together, basking in the sun. “So, what are we doing tonight? Cause I’m bored out of my mind.” I confess. The two share a look.

“Well you’re in luck, because tonight we’re having a little get together at my place. My parents are flying to New Jersey for some charity event, so we have the place all to ourselves.” Charis smirks. “Nice, but what do you mean a little get together?” I asked curiously. “It’s just going to be us, Charis’s boyfriend, my boyfriend, and his friends, JJ, Pope and Kiara.” Sarah explains.

I’ve only met Charis’s boyfriend, Diego, once at a baseball game that took place in Chapel Hill. I’ve never met Sarah’s new boyfriend either, but I can tell she really likes him. She’s been talking about him nonstop ever since they started going out. I hung out with Kiara a few times during freshman year, when she and Sarah were friends, but then they had some weird blowout. Thankfully, they’re friends again, because it was kind of awkward talking to both of them when all they wanted to do was claw each other’s eyes out and I had to play the peacemaker.

“Sounds like fun. I can’t wait to finally meet this mystery stud you’re always rambling on about.” “Tonight will be epic.” Charis says. “How so?” Her helicopter of mother, Ingrid, startles the three of us. “We’re having a sleepover tonight.” Charis replies nonchalantly. She’s also a very good liar. “With who’s permission?”

“Dads’ of course.” This seems to annoy her mother. “Is that so Oscar?” Ingrid asked her husband, who was having a conversation with Ward and Claude, my dad. “Oh, come on honey. She’s old enough to host a sleepover with her friends for one night.” Oscar defends Charis, much to her mother’s dismay.

“There better not be any boys, alcohol or drugs at this sleepover.” Charis simply says okay and continues scrolling through pictures on social media before her Ingrid snatches it from her hands. “I’m serious Charis!” The two of them both had scolding eyes. “Okay! It’s just going to be us girls. I promise.” Charis snatches back the phone. Her mother scoffs and rolls her eyes before leaving us to speak with Rose. “God can she be any more annoying?” Charis grumbles under a hushed tone. “Yeah when is she not on your ass?” Sarah asked. “When she’s on my dad’s.” She replies. Both Sarah and I both scrunch our faces in disgust.

Hours later…

As of now, I’m going through my closest attempting to find something to wear. I finally decide on my black and white bikini, denim shorts, a white crochet coverup and sandals. Satisfied with my look, I grab my bag before heading out the door and down the street where I see Sarah parked outside.

“Hello my little splinter bean.” Sarah greets me with her odd nickname as I sit down in the remaining passenger seat. “Guys this is one of my best friends Aria. You already know Kie of course. This is my boyfriend John B.” He fist bumps me. “And this is his best friend JJ.” My breath hitched slightly when I looked at JJ. He’s got to be one of the most handsome guys I have ever seen with his blonde hair, tan skin, baby blue eyes and rather flirtatious smirk. I’m happy with the outfit choice I made, due to his eyes roaming up and down my body.

“Pleasure to meet you beautiful.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Likewise, lover boy.” I can hear both John B and Sarah snickering up front. It was rather difficult to keep my cool, while being so close to JJ, our legs touching. I began wonder what the rest of his skin felt like. I was rather a little disappointed when the moment ended with us exiting the car and entering the house. We were surprised to see flames over the grill outside on the patio. “What’s good bitches?” Charis waves with a spatula and Diego sits at the bar.

“What the shit?!” The five of us say in union. Not too long after, Pope comes running in with the fire extinguisher in hand, disposing the flames.

“Jesus, what the hell were you numbskulls trying to cook?” Kie asked astonished. “Burgers, but that plan obviously went to shit…”. “Well it’s a good thing we brought beer.” JJ pops one open. “Thank god.” Says Diego.

For the rest of the night we all drank, swam, laughed and more. I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with them tonight. They’re a lot more fun than the kids at my school. I also liked catching JJ and his wandering eye. I think it was around one in the morning when everyone began to fall asleep. Me on the other hand was tossing and turning nonstop. Giving up on sleep I silently sneak out the room and to the pool where I dip my feet, enjoying the peace.

“Feeling a little restless, are we?” I turn to see JJ walking towards me. I let my eyes wander across his shirtless body. It’s a sight I could get used. He catches my gaze and smirks. “Yeah. You too?” He pulls out a blunt before lighting it. He rests it between his lips inhaling, holding the smoke in his lungs and finally releasing the toxic cloud into the warm night air. He sits next to me all close. “You want a hit?” He offers me the blunt. I was unsure at first, since I never smoked before, let alone weed. “First time for everything.” I sigh. “Atta girl.” I was definitely way over my head when I inhaled the burning smoke. I violently coughed, desperate for clean air. This earns a chuckle from him. “That shit burns.” I complain with watery eyes. “Takes some time to get used to. C’mere.”

He takes my face in his rough hands, with his thumb pushing down on my bottom lip. This time instead of exhaling the smoke into the air, it enters my mouth instead. Our lips barely brush against each other, very tempting to close the gap. This would make an interesting first kiss. I bite my lip when he pulls away. Not knowing what to do, I ask, “Wanna go for a swim?” letting my body fall into the water, waiting for him to come join me. He doesn’t disappoint when he jumps in too. I admire how his sun kissed skin gleams from the water and watch the droplets race down his muscular body.

He swims dangerously close to me, until my back hits the wall, trapping me. His hands grip my thighs before spreading them apart, before they find their way around his waist, leaving no space between us. Our lips are almost touching. My heart beats so fast I can practically hear it.  I grow impatient and pull him into a kiss. Our lips dancing against each other, our tongues intertwining, and our hips grinding together. Everything is so erotic and passionate, which leaves me craving more.

His skin against mine was electrifying, especially when his hand snuck up my back to undo my top exposing me. He licks his lips and begins to kiss his way down to breast, leaving hickies on the way. I let out a surprised moan when his mouth attaches to my left breast, while his hand plays with the other. It didn’t dawn on me until now that we moved past second base and were most likely going to skip third and straight to home run. After all, the only thing that’s separating us are the two swim bottoms.

Am I seriously about to lose my virginity in my best friend’s pool to a guy I just met? A guy who knows what he’s doing with his skilled mouth and hands. I should pull away before this goes any further, yet I continue to moan and encourage him to continue as his fingers disappear under my bikini bottom. Before he could venture even farther down there, we’re interrupted by surprise visitor.

“What the actual shit Aria?!” My head whips over to the voice, belonging to Jasper. Charis’s older brother. JJ acts quickly by withdrawing his hand, earning a whimper from me, and pulling me flush against his chest attempting to shield me from the poor guy who’s staring up at the sky. “Jasper what are you doing here?!” He gives me a dumbfounded look. “I live here? And I should be asking you the same thing.”

“We were having a little get together.” “Oh there’s a little get together all right.” He said with a judgmental tone, earning a chuckle from JJ, who’s face is nuzzled into my neck. “I take it my parents don’t know you guys invited a bunch of unexpected guests?” I don’t even bother to respond to that. He simply sighs. “Just get dressed and go to bed. Secret is safe with me.” He walks back into the house leaving the two of us alone once again. We both let out a mischievous laugh before our lips connect again.

“We should continue this later babygirl.” He playfully slaps my ass making me squeal. We sneak back into the room as quiet as possible, drying ourselves off before slipping under the covers.

He spoons me, to my surprise, bodies molding together perfectly. One of his hands sneak under and up my shirt cupping my breast, while the other slips under my panties. His long fingers begin to play with my folds and clit making my breath hitch. He finds my sweet spot again before nipping at it. I let out a whimper, the sensations all over my body are too much. “Quiet babygirl. Don’t want to wake up the others.” His hot breath reaches my ear.

I gasp when a finger slips into my folds testing the waters. I bite my lip attempting to remain silent as it thrust in and out of me. He adds another, curling his fingers. I began to wonder if I was having a dirty dream. It felt too good to be real. I then realized that it indeed was real when he started hitting the sweet spot buried deep inside me bringing me close to orgasm.

“Jay, I think I’m close.” He speeds up and uses his free hand to cover my mouth. “Cum for me babygirl. Cum all over my fingers. Imagine it being my cock.” His provocative words were all that I needed to finally release. My juices coat his fingers, which he brings to his mouth licking them clean. I’m seconds away from falling into a deep and satisfied slumber.

“I can’t wait to taste more of you. For now, go to sleep. Dream of me fucking you good babygirl.” And with that I let sleep consume me as I lay next to him, hoping that I would still see him in my dreams.

[sadaboutniall]

something about you;

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Fourteen. March, 2013.

**this chapter contains smut. 18+ only please**

Niall was fourteen years old the first time he thought about standing at the altar and locking eyes with Isla. When it actually happens, he’s 19. 

Except when he imagined it, he was wearing a black groom's suit, and Isla was wearing a white dress and she was walking toward him while the organist played Pachelbel's Canon and she tried not to cry from happiness. When it actually does happen, he’s wearing an usher’s suit and Isla is standing up in the pews wearing a blue satin dress, smiling softly as Denise walks down the aisle toward Niall’s brother. 

He’s supposed to be watching Denise, he knows—it’s her moment, and she’s spent ages picking out the perfect dress—but he can’t keep his eyes off Isla, her skin tanner than it was the last time he saw her, her baby blue dress cut low enough to show off her necklace, a solitary pearl in the middle of a dainty silver chain. It feels like a cruel punch in the gut, an intentional twist of fate, that this is how things turned out. 

Denise reaches the altar as all eyes—and the set of cameras, filming for This Is Us—turn towards them. It’s so quick that Niall doesn’t have the time to turn away, to pretend like he wasn’t openly staring at Isla when he should have been fawning over Denise. They catch each other’s eyes for a second and it’s enough: enough to set Niall’s heart off on a runaway, enough to wake up the butterflies in his stomach, enough to bring a red flush to his cheeks, enough to make him swallow thick, to hope he can pass this all off as nerves. 

Isla smiles at him, dimples and pink lipstick and big brown eyes and Niall feels that familiar kick in his stomach, that fire in his lower belly. Isla’s biting back a giggle and Niall shakes his head at her, as subtle as he can manage, smile tugging at his cheeks. 

She still has him.

-- 

He doesn’t get to see her until the reception. The party is massive and Niall’s getting pulled in every single direction: grannies and aunties who want to pinch his cheeks, grandads and uncles who want a beer, cousins who want to know if Harry Styles is really dating Taylor Swift or not. He doesn’t get a moment to himself for hours, until his mam swoops into a conversation between him and a curious cousin, barrages her with questions about uni, and gives Niall a knowing look. He drops her a kiss on her cheek as a thank you and slips out unnoticed, escaping up the stairs and into the residential hallway of the old inn they’ve transformed into a stunning reception venue. 

He leans against one of the walls and breathes out, listening to the muffled hum of the party downstairs. Even after three years of this it doesn’t get any easier, having to talk to people all the time. Always being on. It’s fucking exhausting, actually, and he very suddenly wants to go to sleep. 

‘Nialler?’ Mully’s poking his head out of one of the bedrooms, a smile on his face. ‘Thought we heard you coming up the stairs. You wanna come in, mate?’

‘What the fuck are you lot doing up here?’ Niall asks, but the answer is yes, of course he does. Fuck sleep if the other option is getting into trouble with his friends. 

‘Just having a bit of craic,’ Mully says, and Niall slips into the bedroom, air thick with smoke, lights turned down low, windows cracked open. They’re there, the three of them: Emilia sitting on the bed, Mully with him by the door, Isla on a cushy armchair that she’s dragged to the edge of the bed, her feet resting on the mattress. This is bad for his voice and he shouldn’t be here but fuck it, he thinks, letting the door close softly behind him. This is where he wants to be.

‘Heya, Niall,’ Emilia holds the joint out toward him as a greeting. ‘You did so well today! I bet that was super nerve wracking, being up there for all that.’

‘Ah, come off it,’ says Mully. ‘He’s a performer now, petal. That was nothing for him.’

‘Denise looked so beautiful,’ Isla redirects expertly, her dark eyes glinting in the low light of the room. She’s sipping from a bottle of white wine and she’s pulled her hair back into a low bun, exposing the length of her neck. Niall coughs, smoke settling in his lungs. ‘Her dress was stunning.’

Emilia agrees and Niall finds himself a spot on the floor, while Mully sits back down next to Emilia. His hand naturally gravitates to her thigh and Niall finds himself staring, watching the way his big hand settles comfortably, squeezes softly. When he looks up, Isla is watching him, too. 

He swallows thick, tries to ignore the tightening in his lower belly. ‘I can’t believe you all came home for this. Really fucking sound of you.’

‘S’alright,’ Mully says. ‘Reading week’s bullshit anyway. And the flight from London is so quick.’

‘Still,’ says Niall, looking anywhere but Isla. ‘Expensive.’

‘Group deal,’ Mully says, oblivious to the growing tension in the room. ‘Since we bought them together.’

‘Ah, that’s, erm. That’s grand,’ Niall manages. ‘Lucky you all ended up doing uni in London, then.’

Mully keeps talking—something about how great it is to have friends who go to different unis in the same city, because it makes a massive conglomerate friend group that’s great for nights out—but Niall can’t focus like this, with Isla sitting so that her thigh is at his eye level, her dress bunched up so he can see just too much. He can’t focus with the way her hand drops into her own lap, her eyes locked on Niall’s, the tips of her fingers playing along the hemline of her dress. He can’t focus when she smiles, holds out the frosty bottle of wine she’s been drinking, an offering. 

He can’t focus, so he takes it. 

The wine is cold and it makes him shiver as it goes down. There are goosebumps rising on his skin and, fuck, he can’t think straight, the alcohol and the weed and Isla, mouth parted, reaching out for the bottle again. His fingers brush hers as he hands it back and it’s enough, that’s enough, to make him hiss. 

She still has him. 

‘Sean, love,’ Emilia is saying, eyes on Isla, smile growing on her face. ‘I want another drink. Will you come down with me and get one?’

‘I can get ya one,’ Mully’s oblivious, still talking about London. ‘You can stay up here.’

‘No, no,’ Emilia’s already making to stand and in that moment Niall doesn’t think he’s ever had a better friend in his life than Emilia. The Universe really had his back, all those years ago, when she and her family moved to Mullingar. ‘I wanna take a walk. Let’s go.’

‘But Nialler just got here. We were talking.’

‘Sean,’ Emilia shakes her head, touching Mully’s shoulder firmly. ‘Come and get a drink with me.’

Mully’s clueless still but it does the job, Emilia urging him along, and they leave in a rush of apologies, Mully promising to come back up as quickly as possible, Emilia shooting Isla looks that Niall doesn’t understand. The door clicks shut softly behind them and then they’re in the silence, him and Isla, Niall’s heart kicking hard against his ribs with just as much urgency as it does when he’s on stage in front of thousands, all of them screaming his name. 

‘More wine?’ Isla asks, holding out the bottle. Her nails are painted black and she’s wearing thin, silver rings on almost every finger and Niall can’t stop looking, can’t stop watching, can’t stop thinking. 

‘Cheers,’ he takes it from her, fingers brushing hers, and goes for a swig, cold, fresh, sweet, down the back of his throat. He lets it settle in his stomach, aware of Isla’s eyes on his neck as he swallows. 

‘Your dress,’ he says, handing the bottle back. ‘It really suits you.’

‘Thanks,’ Isla brings the bottle to her lips, eyes on Niall over the top of it. ‘I like you in a tie.’

‘They’re a bit restrictive,’ Niall says, fingers coming up to tug at the knot. He’s just realized how hot it’s gotten in the room—stuffy and electric, oppressive in the best way. 

‘You could,’ Isla leans forward, over the arm of the chair. One leg drops down to the floor as her fingers brush Niall’s on top of his tie. ‘Take it off?’

‘Fucking hell,’ he swallows, lets Isla loosen his tie. Her fingers are gentle against his throat, his Adam’s apple, the underside of his chin. With shaking hands he reaches out too, one hand on Isla’s calf, thumb pressing in. ‘Go on,’ he tells her. And she does. 

She takes the tie off easy, like it’s something she’s done before, and Niall doesn’t like that, doesn’t want to know, doesn’t want to think about it. She tosses it across the room once it’s off and she’s definitely done this before and something in Niall snaps, gives in, says, fuck it, now or never. He surges forward, lips coming to press against the place where her thigh and her calf meet, tanned and warm and, fuck, Isla. 

She gasps and that’s enough for Niall to know. Up on his knees now he ducks underneath Isla’s leg, positions himself between her thighs, and looks up. He’s hardly done anything and her chest is heaving, her lower lip pinned between her teeth. Niall feels his own cheeks flush up as he slides his hands up the insides of her thighs, his lips following their path. 

Familiar, confident, Isla tangles her fingers up in Niall’s hair and tugs, just the right amount of pressure to make him gasp. He kisses his way up messily, pushing her dress as he goes, until he’s at the crease of her thighs, a familiar warmth, a strange feeling of home. This is different but it isn’t new. He knows how to make Isla feel good. 

Once glance up at her to make sure it’s okay and then he’s there, lips pressed to the satin of her nude underwear, mouthing against the seat. Her first whimper is like a bullet through his chest, a sound so familiar, so distant, that it feels like it’s clawing its way out of him, too. He wants to hear it again, and again, and again, and again. 

So he makes sure he will. Gently he bites down, teeth secure around the hem of her underwear, and tugs. With Isla’s help they’re off without a hitch, thrown across the room to join his tie, and he’s back between her thighs, his mouth on her for real, his tongue pressing forward, her hands in his hair. It’s wet and it’s messy and it’s the best thing he’s ever heard, Isla gasping and whimpering above him, telling him what to do. He’s got one hand pressing her left thigh back, holding her open, and another working with his mouth, one finger, then two, then Isla, tugging sharply at his hair, telling him to stop.

‘This okay?’ Niall’s breathless, eyes wild, face soaking wet. Above him, Isla’s eyes are dark, her low bun coming undone. 

‘Kiss me,’ she says, voice low, breathy. ‘You haven’t even kissed me yet.’

‘Jesus,’ Niall surges up, hands coming to rest on Isla’s bare hips. He stills, his face a centimeter from hers, their eyes locked in an echo of this morning. Niall remembers the first time he did this, and the last time, too. He thinks he remembers every single time in between. ‘You’re fucking beautiful.’

Isla’s got a hand cupping his face, her rings freezing cold against his burning cheek, and she feels it too, he can tell. The infinite times in between. ‘Stop complimenting me and get on with it,’ she whispers, thumb brushing over his swollen lips. His mouth is still wet and he still tastes like her and when they kiss it’s like they’d never stopped, like it hasn’t been three whole years since that night in his bed. 

It’s like they never stopped but it’s different, too—they’ve both been other places, kissed other people, and Niall can tell from the way Isla’s lips move against his that she’s learned new things from those strangers, changed her habits in ways he doesn’t recognize. It makes a jealous, possessive feeling curl in his stomach as he presses his tongue past her lips. 

He snaps out of it when Isla gets her wits about her, snaking a hand around the back of his neck and tugging him down closer. Insistent, she cants her hips up, up, up until they press against his and she times it perfectly, brushes her hips against his crotch and bites down on his bottom lip at the same time so his mind short circuits, so he cries out in shock and in pleasure as she giggles below him. That’s his girl, he thinks, gasping as she gets to work on his trousers, sweet and sexy and so, so smart. 

‘Bed,’ says Isla, deft hands working on the buttons of Niall's shirt, now, pushing him back toward the massive bed. ‘Want you on the bed.’ 

‘Whatever you say,’ Niall says, and means it. She could tell him she wants to fuck on top of the Empire State Building, and he’d probably do it. He lets her lead the way, pushing him into his back and crawling over him, straddling his thighs, hands on his hips. The room is a million degrees but he can see her nipples, hard, through the satin of her dress.

With his shirt lying open Isla bows her head, sucking possessive kisses into his neck, his collarbone, the top of his chest. He finds himself desperately hoping she’ll leave marks on his skin, a reminder when he’s halfway across the world that this was real. She makes her way down, an expert at his body, and he trashes underneath her, an expert at coming undone at her hands. They’re perfect together—an unstoppable team. 

She stops just before his cock, painfully hard, pressed against her thigh, and he lifts himself up on his elbows for a better look. Eyes blown out, bent over his body, lips bright red, she looks like his again. It’s a miracle, when she bows her head again to trace the outline of his abs with her tongue, that he doesn’t cry. 

‘Wanna ride you,’ she says, lips pressed to his skin, eyes locked on his. 

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Niall reaches down to cup her face, to gently press his thumb against her lips. Without moving her gaze, she wraps her lips around it, hollows out her cheeks. ‘I want that too, fuck.’ 

‘I think,’ she says, leaning over Niall for a second to reach the bedside table, grasping at a small purse there. ‘Emilia usually carries a—got it,’ she pulls a condom out of the bag, tugs on the wrapper with her teeth. Niall was right earlier: Emilia really is the best friend he’s ever had. 

He hisses as she slides it onto him, easy, familiar. She’s lining up when he stops her, hand tight around her hips. 

‘Can I take your dress off?’ He asks, pushing at the fabric. ‘Want to see you.’ 

Isla nods, bends down for a kiss and lets Niall shimmy the dress up and over her head, lets him unclasp her bra and toss it across the room, lets him get his mouth on her nipples, warm and hot and eager, the perfect distraction as she lines up, sinks down. 

‘Good girl,’ he groans against her skin, a gasp he can’t control, a buck of his hips. Isla’s still, getting used to the stretch and he tries to match her, to wait for her to be ready before he carries on. 

A roll of her hips, a shot of electricity through his spine. She’s everywhere: hands in his hair, lips on his neck, body pressed against his. He’s too hot and he can’t get enough, wants her closer so he can feel her, further so he can see her. When she sits up straight he almost cries at the sight of it, of her body like this, something he never thought he’d see again. 

‘Good for you?’ She asks, a fucking vision above him. 

‘So—’ a gasp, a pant. ‘So fucking good for me. Isla, fuck, I lov—oh, oh, God,’ He bites it back, the thing he’s so used to telling her while he’s inside her. They don’t say that anymore, even though it’s still true.  

He gets his wits about him enough to press his fingers to her clit, revels in the way her body jerks in response. He knows how to do this, still. Knows what she likes, knows what she needs, knows how to give her just enough of it to drag this out for as long as possible. 

Knows that’s how she likes it. 

‘I’m,’ Isla whines, dropping back down so her forehead is pressed against Niall’s, so they’re breathing into each other’s mouths. Her necklace presses against her neck as she moans, loud and long, pulling Niall’s hair. 

‘You’re what?’ He stills his hand. He knows, but he wants to hear her say it. 

‘Please don’t stop.’ 

‘Tell me,’ he says, because he wants to hear it. Because he might never get to hear it again. 

‘Close,’ she whispers. ‘Niall, please.’ 

‘Anything,’ he mouths at the pearl on her neck, and picks up the pace. 

It’s quick after that, Isla’s whole body coming to a standstill as she comes, gasping into Niall’s mouth, eyes falling shut. He’s right behind her, quick and messy to finish himself off, an explosion behind his eyes, inside his heart. 

He feels sticky and heavy when they’re done and he’s still inside. They’re messy but he doesn’t want to move, to let go, to figure out what’s next. Isla’s got her face buried in his neck, burning hot, and he kind of wants to die like this, on top of the world. This is better, he thinks, than anything else he’s ever done. Making Isla feel good is more important, he thinks, than anything else he’s ever done. 

‘You okay?’ He asks her, trailing a hand through her hair. Her bun came fully undone at some point and he’s not sure where the hair tie is but he likes it like this, all over her shoulders, tangled up in his fingers. 

Isla hums sleepily into his neck, shifting her body to get more comfortable. He’s belatedly aware of the fact that his entire extended family is downstairs celebrating his brother’s wedding—of the fact that Mully and Emilia could come back at any moment. 

For now, though, he doesn’t want to move. Isla’s breathing is slow and even, the way it is when she’s starting to fall asleep, and he traces patterns over the freckles on her back, knowing how it soothes her. The constellation they form is still familiar and it tugs at something in Niall’s chest, a reminder of the fact that he’s the one who walked away from this, that this, fundamentally, was his decision. 

The weight of her body on top of his is so familiar that Niall can almost pretend, if he closes his eyes, that things never changed. That he still belongs to her. With a sudden urgency he finds that he has to look away, that there’s a heavy, sick feeling crawling its way up his throat. I fucked up, he thinks, closing his eyes tight. I fucked up. 

Deep breaths, one, two, three, four, and Niall opens his eyes. Gaze trained on the ceiling, he can tell from the patterns of her breathing that Isla is asleep.

‘Love you,’ he whispers, heart in his throat. ‘I love you.’ 

She still has him. 

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Bulletproof Love

Request: Can I have a Jimin imagine where you think he’s cheating cause you have a lot of trust issues which leads to a fight. Thank you❤️

Member: Trainee!Jimin x Reader

Genre: ANGST, Smut, Fluff if you squint

Word Count: 3,346

Trigger Warning: SMOKING CIGARETTES AND WEED

A/N: So the title is this song by Pierce the veil its better to listen to it while you read you’ll understand the lyrics in between the story better, im just a little emo kid honestly lol. ANYWAY FIRST JIMIN FIC. HOPE THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS ENJOYS IT LITERALLY HAD A MIND OF ITS OWN 

I breathe you in with smoke in the backyard lights

“Y/N-ah?!” Sunny shouts from the other side of the inferno, drink in her left hand, the blunt in the other extended toward me. The smoke fills my lungs, the need to cough builds as I inhale. The sliding door behind me opening, as 3 loud voices boom “SUNNY!”. My eyes drifting to the bonfire in front of me, my social anxiety creeping up as I take another hit of the blunt. One of the 3 figures setting themselves down on the left side of me. My hand reaches out to pass the vice, eyes glued to the ground. “Oh...umm..I-I... don't” a soft anxious voice speaks, my eyes traveling from the fire to the male next to me.  

A soft smile appears on my face as his stunned eyes widen. “N-not that there's anything wrong with.....I mean I just don’t... I'm not like judging or whatever....I mean um-” “You don’t smoke I get it not a big deal can you hand it to the person next to you please” I ask softly. He nods, “I'm Jimin” “Y/N” We used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nights (Wasted nights)

My excitement built as I got ready to go with Sunny to her new boyfriend's party. Jimin always seemed to find his way at every party I went to after Sunny’s. My crush growing rapidly as each encounter left me in a whirlwind of emotions. “Come on Y/N!” Sunny shouts from my living room. “Relax bitch” I laugh as I enter the living room. “Let’s go Tae is probably waiting for us at Jimin’s” She snaps. “W-we’re going to Jimin’s...?” I mumble. Sunny smiles a radiance I only wish I could hope for.  

“I didn’t tell you? I'm sorry I thought I did” She smirks I shake my head. “Y/N you need to tell him how you feel or just move on” “I know but it's not easy man, I’m not like you” I mumble. “Girl, I know I confessed to Tae over a year ago, remember?” I shake my head Sunny sighs. “Y/N remember I was like utterly heartbroken because that kid that worked with me rejected me” the memory rushing to my mind like a tidal wave. Taehyung was the jerk coworker that slept with her and put her into a major depression. She quit her job and reinvented everything in her life. After Tae rejected her, she started smoking, my habit becoming hers.  

“I extended the invitation to him to show him I was over him you know? I went back to the café a day before the party and I didn’t even think he would be there Jungkook told me they all quit a while back. So, I figured why not and they were there so I just invited him, I wasn’t expecting him to actually show up but he did. When Jimin came and sat next to you he pulled me away. He told me that he missed me and our times together, that he hates how I smoke and that I don’t hold myself the way I used to and then he cried like hard core sobbed because and I quote ‘ he made a mistake and he’s been madly in love with me since before we even hooked up the first time’ “ Sunny explains.  

“Girl let me tell you I was shook honestly and I don’t know how it happened but one thing leads to another and we hooked up in the shed while everyone was sitting at the bonfire. After that Tae had to go and I figured damn he just used me again man, but I woke up in the morning with the cutest good morning text from him telling me that he's happy I'm his again and we just haven't left each other's side” I nod “Yeah, but you actually had the balls to confess. Both of you did really, I don’t have that. I can't tell him how I feel because I'm not sure how I feel.”  “Y/N don’t play yourself, cause your ass definitely knows how you feel” She says jokingly “Let’s go” I grab my jacket and rush out the door.

Pulling up the music blaring loud, cars sprawled around the street and yard. Taehyung standing outside, Jimin next to him a smile on his lips. Sunny’s tiny frame running and wrapping herself around Taehyung. Jimin noticing my slowly approaching figure a friendly smile appears on his face. “You came,” he pulls me into a hug “thank god! I could not survive this without you” he pouts. “Why would you think I wouldn’t come?” I question. “Sunny told me big crowds weren't really your thing” dread filled my stomach “I-is there a lot of people h-here?” Jimin nods slowly “But don’t worry you will be with me all night and since it's my party I can clear any room you need okay” He pulls my face into his hands as he speaks and looks in my eyes. I nod slowly “It's fine honestly I'll be okay you don’t have to do that” “EHEM as cute as all this flirting is, I need a drink where shall I go Jiminie?” Sunny cuts me off. “OH! Yeah um lets go inside huh” Jimin says still looking at me his hands returning to his side as a blush creeps onto his face.  

The party is packed, my anxiety driving me outside away from the cluster fuck of people. Sunny disappearing soon after we entered the house. Pulling a cigarette out of my pack standing against the side of the house. Its dark, the shadow of the home covering me as I inhale, the nicotine relaxing. Staring at the stars as I lean back. “I thought I'd find you out here” Jimin’s voice breaks through the silence. I hold up the cigarette “Don’t want to smoke in the house.” Jimin nods “Thanks but you could have its cold out here” I shrug “I like the cold....” my eyes drift to the ground “It was too crowded wasn’t it?” He asks curtly. I nod slowly “but it's fine I'll be fine I'm used to dealing with crowds like this I know how to make myself feel comfortable” “By sneaking off and being alone?” He asks laughing. I nod giggling “yeah” “I guess that’s the best way to deal with a crowd” He says jokingly.  

My body shifts as I ash the cigarette flicking it far from the house. Reaching for my pack to pull my blunt out, Jimin's hand is around my wrist. My eyes trail up to his face “Let’s go inside huh?” I shake my head “I like it out here.... just us” His hand releases me, moving up to my chin “Just us huh?” a blush creeps onto my face “I-I mean-” “you're cute when you're flustered” He says softly. “I'm not flustered I just...wait did you just call me cute?” I state quickly. He nods laughing “Duh I think your cute, no offense but I wouldn’t be out here if I didn’t...” “Oh...I do too, think you're cute I mean” “I know” He says bluntly I stare at him dumbfounded “Y/N I'm not the type to beat around the bush, I like you and I know you like me and I'm gonna kiss you now” He states pressing his lips to mine. My body in shock from the sudden confession, I slowly respond to his kiss. My arms snake around his neck, his hands on my waist pulling my body against his.  

His lips trail down to my neck, sucking. My panties growing wet, he presses me against the wall. “Hmmm you're so damn beautiful.” He whispers in my ear. His member growing hard against my thigh. His right-hand snakes down and lifts my leg around his waist. “Jump” He whispers between pecks against my neck. Following his instructions my legs are wrapped around his waist as he presses his lips against mine. Grinding his member into my core, my panties soaked through my jeans. I softly push on his shoulders. He pulls away as my hand reaches for the zipper of his jeans my lips attacking his neck. Soon both of our pants are off, my legs back around his waist his member buried in my core. He thrusts harshly losing himself in my core “Fuck I've imagined this so many fucking times but it's never been this fucking good god” He moans “it's all yours baby” His lips back on mine at my statement.  

It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone

Jimin and I have been together for 6 months now and it's been perfect.  

*Ping*

Jimin’s phone goes off again, as he beams at the screen. His hands removing themselves from my hair as he replies to the stranger on the other side of his phone. “Baby girl unfortunately I have to put this on hold I gotta go to practice.” He states sadly. Confused I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time “At 12:23 AM? That’s a weird time to set a practice....” I state. Jimin’s face contorts “Excuse me?!? Are you saying I’m lying?” I sit up “What?! No.... I was just saying it was odd. That’s all” He nods clearly irked by my former statement. “Call me when you get done with practice babe, maybe I'll bring you breakfast or something” I smile at him as he stands from my couch preparing to exit. A soft grunt from his mouth as he pulls his jacket on making his way toward the door “Don’t bother....”. My figure following behind him, like a puppy desperate to keep its owner home. “I love you” I call out as the door slams.

The second he’s out the door my tears consume me as the thoughts take over. Who was that he was texting? Why did he flip out like that? Is he having regrets? I trudge back to my bedroom and lay in bed cocooning myself in the comforter crying myself to sleep, alone.  

So darling, don't, don't wake me up, cause my thrill is gone (Say I'm wrong) In the sunset turning red behind the smoke Forever and alone

The sun beaming on my eyes as I check my phone. 12:23 pm no new messages from Jimin. The day goes by extraordinarily slow as I wait for Jimin to return to the apartment. The thoughts of another woman consuming me as the hours pass, soon its night and I am falling asleep alone again.  

You've gone and sewn me to this bed, the taste of you and me (You and me) Will never leave my lips again under the blinding rain (Blinding rain) I wanna hold your hand so tight I'm gonna break my wrist (Break my wrist) And when the vultures sing tonight, I'm gonna join right in

I'll sing along, oh 'Cause I don't know any other song I'll sing along But I'm barely hanging on No, I'm barely hanging on By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone And now there's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon

*ONE WEEK LATER*  

The party I stumble into drunk with Sunny is extremely crowded, her form fitting dress hugging my body. The pregame at my apartment a little excessive, knowing it was Taehyung’s party. Leading my way to the kitchen for a drink, taking me away from Sunny and Taehyung. A crowd of people doing shots, excitedly handing me one. Consuming the unknown shot, I reach for a beer.  My drunk form stumbling into the living room, Jimin’s frame in front of me. A smile on his face, drink in his hand. A mysterious woman walking up to him, placing herself at his side. They have a small conversation before she takes his hand and leads him out back.  

Running toward the exit, I head home. Once I'm down the street my body collapses as the sobs take over. HE’S CHEATING ON ME, so blatantly, so publicly, he doesn’t care. I open my apartment door dragging myself to my room plugging my phone in bringing it back to life as messages come through on my phone. I click on the messages from Jimin.....

I leave the conversation without responding as I read Sunny’s messages

Throwing my phone down, lying in bed falling asleep. Waking up in the sun beaming on my face, a sharp pain shoots through my head. Getting out of bed to close the curtains I throw myself back in my comforter. Checking my phone 2:19 pm, Damn slept all day. I text Sunny  

I go to Jimin’s messages in my phone...

A knock on the door pulls me out of the bed, Jimin’s disheveled frame worried and slumped at my door frame as he wraps his arms around me. “Fuck I needed to see you baby” He whispers. His lips pressing against mine, hunger in them. Lifting me wrapping his arms around my waist, my legs around his.  

Our sweaty naked bodies connecting “Fuck! Take it, yes baby girl take that cock” His hand pinning my waist to my bed, his thrusts sloppy. My walls clenching tightly pleasure building within my core as Jimin attacks my sweet spot. “Shit you're so wet for me baby girl I'm gonna cum, where do you want me to cum?” He moans out, his lips attacking my neck marking me as his own. “Cum inside me” His movements halt, His eyes connecting with mine “Are you sure?” I nod quickly. A smile forms on Jimin’s face “beg for it...” the need for him to move builds. I clench tightly around him “No fair baby you're so tight as it is” He pouts, my arms snaking around his neck pulling his lips onto mine as he begins finding a steady rhythm inside me.  

Soon we are wrapped up in my comforter, bodies cuddled together; limbs tangled.  

*PING, PING, PING*  

A series of messages go through his phone. Jimin jumps out of my bed rushing to find his phone. “SHIT! I GOTTA GO” He states checking the contents of the mysterious message. “Aww I thought we could watch a movie....” I pout. He halts his dressing, facing me “I’m sorry, I gotta go I didn’t realize what time it was I’m late for a meeting I wouldn’t have been able to stay I just wanted to be with you until I had to go to the meeting. I missed you.” I nod slowly at his words. “Come back after if you want” He smiles “I'll try..” He says as he heads out the door. “I love you!” I shout as he runs out the door. A meeting???? Did he really just sleep with me and then leave?? WAS I OKAY WITH IT?????!!?!?!

This isn't fair! (No!) Don't you try to blame this on me (Ohhh) My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me And God damn it, I can barely say your name So I'll try to write and fill the pen with blood from the sink Woah oh, oh oh But don't just say it, you should sing my name Pretend that it's a song 'cause forever it's yours And we can sing this on the way home

I haven’t heard from Jimin in 2 weeks, my messages unanswered. My low point at its lowest, I haven’t left my apartment other than for work in a week. Scrolling through Instagram I see a picture on Taehyung’s page. Him, Jungkook, Jimin, and that mystery girl I saw Jimin sneak off with at that party. Jimin’s arm wrapped around her waist. Her chest pressed against him. Jealousy creeping up inside of me as I text Jimin a number of times again.  

A few hours pass and still no words from Jimin, my mind racing as my heartbreaks staring at the photo over and over again. Jimin’s snapchat story updating all day with videos of her, him and Jungkook. Laughter filling in-between them. The last video posted 5 minutes ago, alarming as the mystery woman has obviously stolen his phone captioning the video she recorded as “Surprise Cutie” Her beautiful face glowing as she shows around the practice room. Jungkook and Jimin’s figures dancing in the background as the music comes to an end. The bombshell runs over to Jimin complimenting him on his dance moves.  

Jimin’s smile brightens as he thanks her, her frame lifting as she presses her lips against Jimin’s. Exiting out of his story as my heart cracks in my chest. How could he do this? He doesn’t even care... he knows I'm on his snapchat......I can’t do this. My tears taking over my form as I curl into my bed losing myself in the heartbreak. Sobbing I go to view the story and it is gone. A message goes through my phone...

I'll sing along (Oh) 'Cause I don't know any other song (Oh oh) I'll sing along But I'm barely hanging on No, I'm barely hanging on By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone And now there's nothing to do but tear my voice apart Nothing to do And scream at the drunken moon

Opening the door Jimin's crying figure standing there, his body shaking as the tears stream down his face. “Baby” He sighs rushing to wrap his arms around my frame. He drops to his knees at the lack of affection returned, his tears soaking into the fabric of my shirt. “Please, don’t leave me” He looks up at me begging. “Please, okay? I'll do anything.” I roll my eyes grabbing a cigarette out of my pack as the stress builds. Walking toward my couch displacing myself from the events about to happen. “Look at me, please just look at me” Jimin’s voice says shaky. “You said you want to explain. Explain and then leave please” I say looking him in the eye. “Her name is Hye-Jin she’s another trainee, Me and the boys are debuting soon. So, she is a background dancer for our first stage. She became friends with everyone pretty quickly, but me and her started talking about everything. Nothing flirty just stupid stuff. Then today happens and she kisses me out of nowhere and I freak out on her because I've told her about you about us. She knows how I feel about you; she posted the video to spite me so you’d leave. Please I don’t love her I don’t want her” He explains slowly. Reaching for my hands as the last of his words come out of his mouth “I can't lose you, okay? I can't lose us. You're everything to me please tell me I'm not going to”  

“Jimin” I sigh “I think you should go; I understand but I really need time....” His head faces the ground as the sobs take over his body “please baby please I can't walk out that door don’t make me, not knowing you're not going to call me later to tell me goodnight. I can't leave knowing the second I walk out that door you're going to break down just like I am so please don’t make me.” His hands caress my face forcing me to look in his eyes. “Please, I love you and I can't leave knowing this isn't what we need, TIME isn't what we need. Please, don’t do this” He leans forward brushing his lips against mine softly. “Jimin, please go” I whisper, his frame retreating from me as he walks toward the door. He nods slowly “I'm not letting you go I don’t care okay? I'm going to give you time but please know I'm not giving up on you I'm going to wait for you I love you and I won't lose you, not like this” and he's gone.... 

our bulletproof love shot down with one Bullet.  

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The Night Before IX

Chapter: 9/15

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

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Ringo was quickly getting used to the sight of George in his clothes, sitting on his sofa in a tattered Fleetwood Mac shirt and some loose black joggers. He was relieved when George wanted to stay up for a while rather than crashing straight into bed, because then it would only be a matter of time before they had to part ways once more. Two cups of tea were made, both drank gladly and mostly in silence. The alcohol circling in their body wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, but Ringo couldn't deny that being sober right now wouldn't have been the worst thing.

"What are you gonna do about your clothes?" Ringo asked, warming his hands on the mug.

George shrugged "I dunno, I guess I'll have to try and get them back tomorrow. That'll be a fun conversation."

Ringo chuckled "Well I can give you a lift tomorrow, if you like. In the car mind, not on my back."

"If you're insisting, that'd be great." George smiled at him, his cheeks still a little red from the cold and tipsiness.

"I am." Ringo replied, settling into the sofa.

Whenever silence would eventually arrive, Ringo no longer found himself becoming uncomfortable, he could sit with George saying nothing without worrying about what to say next. The hum of the lights and the distant sound of the city outside were calming, only making him feel safer in his own space.

"You know what I'd kill for right now?" George asked, twisting his body around so that he could face Ringo directly.

"What?" Ringo asked after a pause, assuming George would continue speaking.

"A spliff." George answered, taking a large sip from his mug then putting it down onto the table that was still littered with empty alcohol bottles.

"Oh, well..." Ringo began "I could roll one right now."

George's face lit up immediately, Ringo found himself replicating the smile "Really?"

"Sure." Ringo answered with a small laugh, putting his own mug down "Might be a little rough, I don't usually do it when I'm drunk."

Ringo got up from the sofa and disappeared into his bedroom, fishing around in his bedside table for the small bag he kept all the necessities in. He never smoked as much as he used to, but every so often himself, Paul and John would get high and watch ridiculous movies together, so he always made sure to keep his wares stocked up. It was definitely one way to get rid of a hangover, but it was rare that Ringo was conscious enough to even remember he had weed, let alone roll it, after a long night out. Returning into the room, George's smile hadn't wavered as he watched Ringo clear some space on the table.

"You take such good care of me, don't you Ringo?" George asked with a grin, stretching himself along the sofa so that his clothed feet brushed against Ringo's thigh lightly.

"Can't say that I don't try." Ringo spoke a little quieter, focusing on the task at hand.

"Is that gonna be a problem?" George asked, pointing to the smoke alarm on the ceiling.

Ringo didn't reply for a while, only looking up after he'd finishing rolling "Oh, that, don't worry it doesn't work."

"Shouldn't you get it fixed? What if there's a fire?" George sounded only slightly concerned.

"But then I couldn't smoke inside." Ringo retorted, his words a little mumbled as he began lighting it.

Ringo leaned back into the sofa, exhaling deeply as he watched the smoke circle into the air. He could already feel his head clearing a little, the pain of the drunken headache being replaced by the fuzz of the high. Offering it over to George, he crawled closer to Ringo and took the spliff carefully in his hand. It was hard to keep his eyes off George, watching his fingers and lips, his eyes twinkling with a secret thought. A grin spread across George's face as he smoked, taking his last drag he turned Ringo's face to his own and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, exhaling the smoke into his mouth. Ringo leant into the kiss, inhaling the smoke as best he could. George pulled away with a smug grin, passing the spliff over to Ringo then stretching himself out into his lap. It was another level of intimacy Ringo felt honoured to experience, his hand instinctively moving to George's head to play with his hair.

"Any chance you wanna get some food?" George asked, his eyes fluttered shut.

Ringo carelessly tapped the ash onto the arm of the sofa, ideally he'd find an ashtray discarded somewhere but he wasn't about to risk George moving from this position.

"There's a cheap place we usually order from." Ringo paused to exhale, passing it along once more "If you like greasy chicken."

George accepted it gladly, his eyes already showing the signs "This is the part where I tell you I'm vegetarian."

"Oh... Well they've got chips." Ringo laughed, watching George longingly.

George fought back a cough "Are they good chips, though? I'm trusting you here, Ringo."

"They're pretty good." Ringo couldn't stop smiling, his mind beginning to swirl "If you don't like them just don't pay me back, sound fair?"

"Sounds fair." George nodded his head "You can have the joy of finishing that off."

Ringo accepted the shrunken spliff carefully, enjoying the way his fingers brushed with George as they delicately tried to pass it between one another. Yet another surprise to bring the night to a satisfying close, it seemed that every time he was with George something unpredicted was going to crop up, but every time it was a blessing. George seemed to read Ringo's mind, grabbing his discarded phone and passing it up to him before he even needed to ask. Ringo smiled down at him, from this angle he looked purely stunning, he only hoped George's perspective was half as flattering.

Operating his phone was a little more difficult than usual, having to pull it away from his face like an elderly person without their reading glasses. He'd ordered so many times from this takeaway that they'd started giving him freebies, perhaps that was a sign that he was smoking too much but he'd happily reap the benefits tonight. Selecting his own signature order: a chicken burger, chips and a coke, he then passed the phone to George who was evidently struggling just as much as Ringo had been. Ringo flicked the now finished spliff onto the table, dreading the clean up he'd have to do in the morning. George passed the phone back with a smile, relaxing further into Ringo's lap as he let out a happy sigh. Ringo ordered the food and chucked his phone to the other end of the sofa, welcoming the intoxicating feeling.

"You wanna watch something while we eat?" Ringo asked, his fingers buried deep in George's dark hair.

George made an affirming noise "Like what?"

"I've got quite the selection of boxsets, I must admit." Ringo found himself speaking softly "If you wanna have a look."

George grunted "In a minute... I'm pretty comfy right now."

They remained like this for a while, George's breathing gradually slowing as Ringo loosely played with his hair. Ringo knew this was only a mixture of the alcohol and the weed making them act like this, so unafraid of being intimate and vulnerable with one another, but he cherished it all the same. Several minutes had passed before Ringo had realised that George had actually fallen asleep, creating an array of potential problems, but he would hold them all off for now and let George rest. It gave Ringo time to examine his face a little closer without running the risk of being caught staring: he noticed the light hints of hair between George's eyebrows which appeared to be shaven but had started to regrow, the length of his eyelashes, the beginnings of stubble on his upper lip and the way his ears protruded out from his head. All these little details just furthering the love he had for George's face, the true beauty of it.

Unfortunately it couldn't last forever, and eventually Ringo had to gently rock George back into consciousness, it wouldn't be long before the food arrived.

"George..." Ringo spoke softly "You've gotta wake up."

George's face screwed up, his eyes still closed, letting out a groan before he seemed to awaken fully. It was a sight Ringo only hoped he'd be able to witness time and time again, even if that wasn't the case he could at least enjoy it for now.

"Shit." George laughed "How long was I asleep for?"

"Not long." Ringo smiled down at him "But we don't wanna miss our food now, do we?"

George reluctantly sat up, rolling his neck slowly and tensing his shoulders. He looked rather sheepish, undoubtedly a little embarrassed that he'd let his guard down so willingly. Ringo similarly stretched out his arms, he hadn't been sitting in the most comfortable position but he was willing to sacrifice his own comfort to guarantee George's.

"Where are these boxsets you were going on about, then?" George asked, getting up from the sofa.

Ringo remained seated and pointed towards the cabinet besides his television "Just in there. Pick whatever you want."

George squatted down, opening the door and perusing through Ringo's possessions. In this day and age it wasn't too common to have so many material copies, but there was something about physically owning the discs that Ringo loved, something he felt could never be replaced even with the accessibility and inconvenience of streaming services. George hummed to himself as he looked through the titles on offer, then reached forward and pulled out one of Ringo's many Simpsons series; he held it up to Ringo for approval who nodded eagerly.

"What a fantastic choice." Ringo teased as George busied himself with the DVD player.

Ringo reached for his phone, realising the food was only a few minutes away. He also noticed a few texts from John but they didn't appear to be anything urgent, no doubt he'd give him a call sometime in the morning anyway. For now he was going to enjoy George's company while it still lasted. George returned to the sofa, remote in hand, relaxing as though it were his own living room.

"Without running the risk of overstaying my welcome," George began "Do you have a blanket or anything? I'm getting kinda chilly."

Ringo laughed "I might have to start charging for all these services, you know. I'm not a bed and breakfast." Though he got up in search for a blanket all the same.

He found one folded up in one of the corners of his still relatively messy room, bringing it out to George and spreading it out across the sofa. George appreciated the gesture, smiling up at Ringo as he found the comfiest position possible. Ringo glanced at his phone then headed towards the door.

"Just gonna grab the food." He announced, grabbing his keys and hopping down the steps towards the entrance.

He wished the deliveryman a good night, only hoping he didn't notice what a state of intoxication he was currently in, then hurried back to the haven that his flat was rapidly turning into. George had his head rested on the arm of the sofa, Ringo wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep once again, but he perked up a little when he saw the bag in Ringo's hand.

Ringo dished out the food, grabbing some ketchup from his kitchen and further crowding the coffee table with it. George accepted the chips with a smile and tucked into them ravenously, pressing play on the remote and beginning the all-too-familiar theme song. Ringo kicked off his shoes, curling his legs up onto the sofa under the warmth of the blanket while he tucked into his burger.

"Thanks for all this, Ringo." George spoke softly, looking directly at the screen and avoiding all eye-contact "You really are something else."

"Well I wouldn't do this for just about anyone, you know." Ringo replied, his eyes drifting over to George.

"How lucky I am." George said somewhat sarcastically, laughing before he filled his mouth with chips once more.

Ringo felt the exact same way.

[icyharrington]

💅🏻😌Icylangdon’s UPDATED Fic Recs😌💅🏻

in celebration of recently hitting 2.5k followers, i decided to put out a part 2 of my favorite fics!! make sure to check out ALL of the works by the people i mentioned here, because they’re all so talented!! **WARNING: almost ALL of these fics contain smut!!**

btw, i’m SURE there are some amazing fics that i forgot to include in this list!! these just happen to be a few of my favorites! 

💅🏻OUTPOST MICHAEL FICS 💅🏻

Barely Legal - by @langdonsrapture

honestly, anything by lux is amazing, but this series is where it all started ;) features an incredibly written mean!michael (aka my favorite typa michael), and some pure nastiness. this is currently a 3 part series, so i highlyyyy suggest reading the other 2 parts after the first.

godless and free- by @lvngdvns

one of my favorite fics. ever. this is the first part of a 2-part series (and i think there’s going to be more in the future !!) so i highly suggest checking out part 2 after u read this one!!! this is an au in which michael is a priest.... sooo, umm, enjoy ;) 

Bed of Lies- by @duncvn

just some nastiness for my kinky bitches out there ;)) i’ve read this one like 300 times already and it never fails to put me in the mood 😌 

Atonement- by @hisgirlwonder

one of the nastiest fics i have EVER read on this god forsaken website. do not read if ur a vanilla bitch lmao. includes public humiliation, spitting, and ..... piss. so. u’ve been warned. 

Caught- by @ritualmichael

this is so fucking hot and beautifully written!! includes some rly 😛💦 ddlg stuff for y’all who are into that!! 

Pandora’s Box- by @langdonsinferno

GENUINELY ONE OF THE HOTTEST FICS I’VE READ IN A LONGGGG TIME. michael doms the absolute fuck out of u but in an... interesting way ;))) u gotta fucking read this dude it is INSANELY good. and kinky as FUCC 😛

Untitled- by @antichristwrites

just some good ol fashioned kinkiness ;)) !!! 

Leather- by @divinelangdon

BITCH REALLY WENT THERE AND WROTE A WHOLE ASS FIC ABOUT THE GOAT SHOES...... but it also manages to be hot as fuck and well written sooo i’d highly rec checking it out!! 

💅🏻SOJOURN MICHAEL FICS 💅🏻

Beautiful and Bad- by @langdonsrapture

includes a bad bitch reader, sojourn michael, and hate sex. what more could anyone possibly want? ;) 

Portrait of Defilement- by @avesatanormalpeoplescareme

one of my favorite fics of all motherfuckin time. hot as FUCK, and that’s all i gotta say about that. 

Feast- by @avesatanormalpeoplescareme

in which michael has a “feast” as the title suggests... only not in the traditional sense if yanno what i mean ;)) 

💅🏻FIRE AND REIGN MICHAEL FICS 💅🏻

Do it Clean- by @lanawintrs

ONE OF THE HOTTEST FICS I’VE EVER FUCKIN READ. but i’m biased bc i’m a complete slut for fire and reign michael. rough, nasty sex + mean michael = A VERY HAPPY ICYLANGDON.  

Dirty Boots- by @duncvn

degradation, boot licking, and other kinkiness for my fire and reign hoes out there. ;) 

Mr. Langdon- by @xtheinevitableprophecyx

some fifty shades type shit for y’all who are into that lmao. in which michael approaches you to be his submissive..... aka the fucking DREAMMMM!!  

💅🏻HAWTHORNE MICHAEL FICS 💅🏻

High For This- by @ritualmichael

includes hawthorne michael smoking weed and being a little slut like we all know he is. mxm for y’all who have been looking for that!!!! no actual smut!! 

give me a glimpse inside your head- by @starwlkers

um....yeah this is it. featuring a /slightly/?? dom!reader. check out part 2 also, not only is the smut really good but the story has a really interesting plot!! 

Sexting with Hawthorne!Michael [Extended Headcanon]- by @avesatanormalpeoplescareme

not exactly a fic, but it’s still extremely fucking hot and i fucking blacked out while reading this. /HIGHLY/ recommend reading this if u like cocky fuckboy hawthorne michael. 

Untitled smut prompt- by @starwlkers

please fucking read this. please. i am BEGGING YOU. some of the hottest shit i’ve ever read i’m not even lying. includes a verrryyyyy cocky, dom michael. hot as fuck. 

Useful- by @langdonsrapture

this is genuinely one of the best things i have ever read in my life. it’s an EXTREMELY nasty gangbang fic with subby hawthorne!michael. also... there’s piss involved. so. don’t say i didnt warn u ;) (but please fucking read this it’s so fucking good !!!!!!!)

💅🏻DUNCAN SHEPHERD FICS 💅🏻

Listen to That- by @wroteclassicaly

a very short, but insanely hot michael langdon x duncan shepherd x reader fic. please read. 

Whole Lotta Love- by @lvngdvns

extremely fucking hot. duncan finds out u faked an orgasm so he freaks ur shit. a must read !!! 

There Are Roses In Between My Thighs; And a Fire That Surrounds You- by @langdonsrapture

some cute ddlg shit w a lil bit of smut. bc let’s be real, who doesnt wanna call duncan shepherd daddy?? 

my favorite inside source- by @lvngdvns

an INSANELYYYYY good au fic in which duncan is a crime boss. don’t read this if ur a vanilla bitch. just saying. it’s extremely violent and includes gun play (which i never thought i’d be into?? and yet here i am,..) so just be aware of that !!! but it’s hot as FUCK. 

[motleyfuckingcruee]

The Outsider (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

Chapter 4

Summary:

It's your first night on the streets of LA. You have just arrived and you have nowhere to sleep. You meet Nikki at a bar and he offers to let you stay with him. You are the outsider.

Warnings:

Language, fluff, abuse, considering smut

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It took you guys about two hours, but you finally found where Tommy's friend is playing. You walk in behind Nikki, keeping a strong grip on his hand. You really don't want to lose Nikki. You know how easily he can disappear in a crowd like this. You walk over to bar with Nikki and Tommy behind you. Mick went home. He said his back was hurting him too bad. You settle down on the stool. You look at the stage, trying to figure out who Tommy's friend is.

The lead singer actually isn't that bad. He's really attractive to. He's got blonde hair and moves that are driving the ladies wild. You nearly scoff to yourself. He's obviously a man whore.

Nikki's standing beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. You lean your head against Nikki's side.

If you're honest, you just wanna head back to the apartment. You're already exhausted as it is. That phone call from Jared really got you worked up.

The band ends and Tommy runs up to the stage as fast as his gazelle legs can carry him. You giggle at how he runs.

Nikki kisses the top of your head. "I really think this is going to work."

"You think?" You ask, looking up into his green eyes.

He nods. "We have a kick ass guitar player and a fucking epic drummer. As long as we can find a good lead singer, we'll be set."

You smile, not sure what to say. You're so proud of him, words can't express it.

Tommy comes back to the bar with the blonde lead singer in tow. His eyes run over your body with a smirk on his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning further into Nikki.

"Guys, this is Vince," Tommy introduces, looking proud of himself. "I think he'd be great as the singer."

"Your voice ain't half bad, man," Nikki says, shaking Vince's hand. "I'm Nikki."

Vince nods, not taking his eyes off of you. "Who's this?"

Nikki's eyes narrow. You pray to whatever holy being that's above that Nikki won't attack Vince for just looking at you. His arm tightens around your body.

"I'm (Y/N)," You say, reaching out to shake Vince's hand.

Vince just smirks at you as Nikki glares at him. Does he not notice the death look Nikki has on his face?

"My girlfriend," Nikki nearly growls.

You nudge his side, trying to signal him to calm down. Nikki's eyes meet yours. You try to tell him to calm the hell down, but you have no clue if that's what he got from that look.

Tommy hands Vince a cassette tape, oblivious to Nikki's anger. "Here's our tape man," Tommy says. "Listen to it and call us."

Vince nods, his eyes still not leaving you. Vince sticks the tape in his pocket, finally looking at Tommy.

"You guys gonna hang around for a while?" Vince asks.

Nikki shrugs. "I don't see why not. It's not like we have much else to do."

You laugh, knowing it's true. The most you and Nikki will do is sit around the living room. He'll be working on some new songs whilst you're reading some book you found in the bookstore next to your work. That sure does tempting.

Vince leads the three of you over to a table. You all settle down. Somehow you end up between Nikki and Vince which only makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. It's one of those circular booths instead of the normal ones. Nikki has his hand securely on your thigh, rubbing comforting circles onto the clothes skin.

You lean into Nikki, not really wanting to speak. Vince and Tommy are engulfed in a conversation about their latest "scores". Meaning the girls they've slept with. You don't really mind their talk. You've heard a lot worse from Nikki before you guys started dating.

"What can I get you boys?" A waitress asks. You vaugely recognize the voice.

You roll your eyes. Anytime you're out with Nikki and Tommy, or just Nikki, if it's a woman waitress she usually just ignores you. But really, could you blame them? Nikki and Tommy are really attractive men. With Vince thrown into the mix you're sure that you'll never even get to place your order.

Nikki orders his usual, Jack Daniels, and Vince and Tommy decide to do shots. You roll your eyes at them, knowing that they'll have major hangovers tomorrow.

The waitress doesn't leave right away. You can hear her speaking to Tommy. Well, more flirting with him.

Nikki nudges your side. You look up at him with a small smile. He leans down and gives you a quick kiss. You're not going to lie, you wanted it to last longer.

"You alright, love?" Nikki asks.

You nod, forcing yourself to smile wider. "Yep. Just a bit tired is all."

Nikki opens his mouth, but the waitress speaks up.

"(Y/N)?!" She exclaims.

You look over and see someone you didn't expect to be here. Her blonde hair and revealing wardrobe hasn't changed in five years.

"Vicky?" You almost laugh. "Please tell me I'm high or some shit."

Nikki laughs. "Nah, you smoked all our weed last night."

You narrow your eyes at him. "I only had maybe a quarter of a joint. You and Tommy smoked like one each."

Tommy laughs. "I only got three quarters of one since you were smoking on mine."

You laugh, kicking Tommy lightly under the table. "You really didn't need to be smoking that much since you were setting the goddamn cockroaches on fire."

Tommy snorts, leaning forward. "I do that shit when I'm sober."

"I'm not even surprised, T-Bone," You say, letting Nikki wrap his arm around your shoulders.

"Did you guys just forget I'm here or something?" Vicky asks.

Good to know she's as bitchy as ever.

"Yeah," You respond.

Nikki laughs. "Look who has an attitude."

You shove him, smiling. "You have no room to talk, Sixx. Before I came around you had a reputation of kicking people's asses for just looking at you."

Nikki nods. "That is the truth."

Tommy shakes his head. "I'm not surprised. The way you went off on London's lead singer kinda pegged you for a hot head."

"This is just ridiculous, now," Vicky says.

You sigh. "You still with Jared?"

"You still jealous?" She retorts.

"I never was and never have been jealous of you and Jared's relationship. Especially now," You respond, wrapping your arm the best you can around Nikki's waist.

She scoffs. "You're really dating this guy?"

You hum in response. You watch as Jared and your sister walk through the door of the bar.

Vince taps me on the leg. I turn my head towards him. I already know what he's going to ask.

"I'm alright," You say, not letting him ask.

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Don't attack me for making sure you're okay."

"We just met, Blondie."

"And that means I can't be worried about you?"

You nod. "Yep."

"You're a strange person," Vince laughs.

You turn back to Vicky who now has Jared and your sister next to her. Jared looks the same. Black hair and a preppy style. Nothing has changed.

"Vicky could you please just go get us the goddamn drinks?" You practically beg. You want her as far away from this table as she can get.

Jared opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

"Can you both just leave me the hell alone?"

Jared looks taken aback by your harshness. He doesn't say a word. He just takes your sister's arm and walks away.

"We're never coming back to this bar," You say, leaning back.

"Why babe?" Nikki asks.

"Too many people from my past that I'd rather forget," You answer. "From now on we're sticking to the Starwood, The Whiskey, and The Rainbow."

"I would say, 'I'll drink to that', but your friend still isn't back with our drinks," Tommy laughs.

You bite your lip, trying to think of any way to get out of here. "Why don't we just go home? We have plenty of booze and we won't have to worry about how we're going to get home."

Nikki looks at the other two, trying to see what they want to do.

"Sounds good. I miss that apartment," Tommy says.

"Tom we were there not even four hours ago," Nikki laughs.

"I still miss it."

"Sounds good," Vince says.

"Hold on," You say. "The apartment is a sacred place that the band members and I hang out. You can't go there if you aren't apart of the band."

"What?" Vince asks, laughing in disbelief.

"You need to choose if you're gonna be in the band or not right now," You respond.

Vince takes a minute, then nods his head. "Alright, I'm in."

You all climb out of the booth and leave the godforsaken bar. Nikki walks beside you with his hand tightly gripping onto yours. Vince and Tommy are talking animatedly about something. You aren't listening to them. Your mind is staying at how you saw three people you ended up hating. They treated you wrong, and you see that now. They belittled you. They made you feel like nothing. You thought that's how friends treated each other, but after you met Nikki your view on that changed. He was, and still is, the sweetest and kindest man you ever met.

"Looks like you got us a lead singer," Nikki laughs, giving your hand a small squeeze.

"I guess I did," You respond, looking up at him. God, he's so perfect. You know that you're in love with him with every ounce of love you can manage.

"Who were those people?"

You drop your gaze back down to the sidewalk. "People that I hoped to never see again. Let's not get into it, alright?"

"Alright." He stops, pulling you into his body. He leans down and kisses you as deeply as he can manage. You smile as he pulls away. "I love you."

"I love you too," You respond.

You mean those words. And hearing him say them is about the only thing that's keeping you from breaking down right now.

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[bangtanbabeloveyourself]

I Want To Come

Author’s Note/Warning: PLEASE READ. Sexual Abuse warning(ish), use of alcohol and marijuana. I was very torn on how to tag this. I don’t feel it’s as bad as I’m labeling it. But I’m also very much desensitized to a lot of scenarios. This was taken from a serious moment in my life where I was in much of the same situation as the reader. This isn’t meant to upset anyone, but to give hope to those that are in such a toxic situation. You can get through it. I’m here for you. I purple you. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female reader (ft Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi.)

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst, little bit of smut, beginning steps of self love 💜

Summary: You wind up at the same party as Jungkook, whom ghosted you two weeks ago. So the best solution you can think of is to get hammered. You vent to a stranger, and have very [potentially] public and degrading sex with a fuckboy. Which then spawns an epiphany. 

You closed your eyes as you downed your third cup of the mystery liquid that was being served at the party. It tasted faintly of fruit punch but mostly of tequila. The first cup was dreadful, but by now, it was going down as smooth as butter. You held onto the cup as you swayed slightly to the blaring music. The bass was so loud the entire house shook. It caused your entire body to vibrate which was a rather pleasant feeling in your current state.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when you felt something cold tap your thigh. Your eyes flashed open and you clenched your fist, ready to hit whomever had decided to fuck with you. But you held back when you were met with a big dimpled grin. He handed you another cup of the mystery drink and leaned down to talk in your ear.

“Careful there slugger. I know you’re pissed but there’s no need to hit me.” Namjoon said cheekily before leaning back to take a swig of his drink.

You rolled your eyes as you held the cup in one of your hands, letting your finger from your free hand trace around the edge. He was right. It wasn’t his fault. Granted, he probably should have warned you before you got to the party. That’s what a good friend would have done. You shook your head. Namjoon was a good friend. He just happened to be Jungkook’s friend too. He’s also been his friend longer. Bros before hoes or something like that.

At least if he had given you a warning, you wouldn’t have shown up. By the time you had realized that Jungkook showed up with another girl, it was too late. He had already seen you and you weren’t going to let him think he had that much influence on your decisions. Even though he most definitely did. That’s why you were getting drunk, but Jungkook didn’t need to know that.

With that thought, you quickly downed your fourth cup.  Namjoon seemed to let out a sigh but he didn’t say anything. He was always ready to listen to your problems but he never pushed you until you were ready to talk, which you clearly were not. You were in self destruct mode and he was just here to make sure you didn’t blow up.

When a girl finally came up to Namjoon, trying to get him to dance, he looked at you with a worried expression. You waved him off and gave him a smile, reassuring him that you would be fine if he was able to actually enjoy himself.

For a while you had just stayed sitting on the armrest of one of the couches, looking at everyone dancing and drinking. Everyone was having a good time from the look of it. It made you sick.

You got up and went over to the makeshift drink table. You grabbed two cups, dumping them both into one before taking a drink and making your way outside for some fresh air.

You had no idea whose house it was, but you had to admit, it was a nice house. The inside was two stories and a basement. It was huge. The backyard was just as big; a full sized swimming pool, large fire pit, and a volleyball net. Drunk people were everywhere: yelling, screaming, singing, and playing games. But you were tired of being around other drunk people. You just wanted to be alone and brood. It was a speciality of yours.

You walked out past the volleyball game, making sure to avoid getting hit by anyone playing. You walked your way to the front of the house where it was surprisingly more quiet. There was a spacious porch and only one person sitting there.

You walked up slowly, giving a sheepish smile and a raise of your glass to the stranger. “Mind if I sit up here?”  

He raised his in return before shrugging. “It’s a free country. Do what you want.”

You snorted before sitting down. “If that were true, I’d probably be in jail for murder.” you said before taking another drink.

He eyed you curiously before pulling out a long rolled cigarette, lighting it and taking a hit off of it before passing it to you. You accepted it instantly, putting it to your lips and sucking in. Oh. Not a cigarette. You thought. You were grateful regardless.

“Bad night, huh?” he asked as the smoke billowed out from his pouty lips.

You passed the joint back to him, holding the smoke inside your lungs for a few more seconds before you finally let it out. “I feel pretty great now. But started off kind of rough.”

He nodded and took another hit, passing it back to you and taking a sip of his drink. After your second turn, he put the rest of the joint out while you downed your drink and leaned back against the bench. “Guy troubles, huh?”

You shrugged  “What makes you say that?”

He tried to fight the smirk that was appearing on his lips. “Only a girl with a broken heart drinks like that.”

You blushed slightly, but nodded. He wasn’t wrong. “Fine, yes. It’s because of a guy. We talked for months, messing around and all that jazz. But then he up and stops messaging me out of the blue two weeks ago. Then he shows up to the party with another girl. Like what the hell?”

You set your empty cup on the ground before cupping your head in your hands. You had so easily confessed to a stranger. That’s alcohol for you.

“Sounds like a grade A douchebag. Seems you’d be better without him.” He said before standing up and stretching a bit.

You nodded. “I know I would. But the sex was amazing and he was so attractive. I thought he really liked me.”  You sighed and looked up at the man in front of you, finally looking him over. You blushed softly when you realized how cute he was too. And you were just babbling about another guy. You were pathetic. “I’m sorry, this isn’t any of your business. I should stop.”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me. Just seems like you’re a real chill person. You don’t need that kind of shit in your life.”

He was right. Jungkook never treated you right. He never even took you out places like he did with this other girl. So why did you even bother? You leaned back against the bench, resting your head against the wall of the house.

“You’re right. I don’t need that shit. I need someone who’s actually going to treat me like a person.”

He gave you a gummy smile as he nodded. “You’re damn right you do. Now I just need you to remember that. Okay?”

You smiled for the first time all night and nodded. “I will. Thank you… uh. I don’t think I ever got your name.”

“It’s Yoongi.” Yoongi turned when he saw a car pull up and a group of guys walk out and up to the house. “Hey, those are my friends. We’re gonna head inside. Wanna come in with us?” He asked, a hint of hopefulness sprinkled into his words.

You leaned back and let out a deep sigh. “Nah. I’m just going to chill out here for a while longer. I’ll see you later though” And with that, Yoongi and his friends and went into the party, leaving you completely alone on the front porch of the house.

“Y/N?”

Well, you thought you were completely alone. You knew who it was before you even turned. You knew the sound of his melodic voice anywhere.

When you turned, Jungkook was peering in-between the railing of the porch, trying to confirm your identity. Once he did, he hoisted himself up and over instead of using the stairs.

“You could have just used the stairs like a normal human being.” You scolded as you crossed your arms.

He grinned and shrugged. “That's not as much fun.” He leaned on the edge of the railing, looking down at you.

It always seemed like he was looking down at you, and not just because he was taller than you either. He always seemed to put himself above you. So why are you even giving him the time of day?

“So I hear you're having guy troubles. That wouldn't be about me, would it?” He asked innocently.

You shrugged. “So what if it is? You don't seem to care. You seem pretty well taken care of.”

“By Lindsey? Hey, I mean, she's hot. But she has nothing on you.” He said before pushing off the railing and moving to stand closer to your sitting form. “There's just something about you that I can't resist.” He said in a hushed tone as he reached to let his fingers skim over your cheek.

You held back the gasp that was coming up your throat but you couldn't hold back the blush on your cheeks.

“That's my girl,” Jungkook said. “You love it when I touch you. You always react so easily. And you're always so wet for me. Are you wet for me now, baby?” He asked as he looked at you through a hooded gaze.

You bit your lip and shook your head. You weren't going to fall for his shit. You couldn't. You deserved to be treated like a person, not a sex toy.

That's what you wanted to say. That's what you should have said. But it's a different story when he's staring at you with those 'fuck me’ eyes and you can clearly see the bulge forming in his jeans.

You looked up at him to see a frown on his face. “You're not wet for me, baby? Tsk tsk tsk. That just won't do. Let's fix that, shall we?” he asked.

You didn't move. You were in an internal argument with yourself. You didn't know if it was the liquor, the weed, or just being in his presence, but you were suddenly horny as hell and wanted to please Jungkook in any way possible. But you also wanted to tell Jungkook to go fuck himself and his Playboy bullshit. You knew he didn't really care about you. That didn't make you stop him.

You could feel his fingers glide across your cheek before moving down to grab your chin. He pulled it up and made you look at him. It put a pout on your lips, one that wasn't lost on Jungkook.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this baby. Are you going to be my good little slut?” He asked before licking lips.

You nodded and he smirked. “Use your words, slut, while you still can.”

His threat sent a surge of electricity through your body and straight to your aching cunt. You looked up at him with big eyes, “Yes sir.”

With that, his lips were crushing against yours. He tasted like cherries and you loved it, letting his tongue invade your mouth whenever he wanted.

He started to push you onto your back, letting you lay against the bench you were sitting on as he climbed up onto you. You could feel his bulge pressing against you as he spread your legs and started to grind against your crotch.

He moved his lips to your neck, biting and leaving as many marks as he could. He liked to mark his territory. He reached down to the waistband of your shorts, slipping his fingers quickly inside your panties.

“Mmmmm. You are wet for me, baby. So, so wet for me. I love how slutty you are.” He said as he slipped a finger into your hole, causing you to moan. “You’re getting fucked out in the open. Anyone could come see you. But you'd love that, wouldn't you?”

“Fuck, yes. I would. Please.” You begged as your hands moved down to tug at his pants.

“I love when you're so desperate for my cock. I bet you want me to come fill you up.” He said as he slipped another finger in your hole.

You moaned louder this time, fidgeting with his belt. You could hardly move your hands the way you wanted to at this rate from the alcohol, let alone the intense finger fucking.

You weren't going to last long. You knew your orgasm was coming. You could feel the knot building in your stomach.

He retracted his fingers, causing you to whimper. You could see the grin on his beautiful face. “You really think I'd let you cum that easily? Especially with how you talked about me to that stranger? Oh no baby. You don't get to cum at all.”

You tried to protest but were interrupted by his sudden and quick thrust into you. It caused you to cry out and he hushed you with his mouth. He slipped his tongue in easily as he continued to thrust into you, tugging at your hair.

You ran your hands up his biceps, your nails digging in. He moved his hand down to your throat, giving it a squeeze as he leaned down towards your ear.

“You love being treated like this. Like a little whore.” You could feel the smirk on his lips before he tugged on your ear with his teeth.

You let out a groan and he squeezed your neck a little tighter. You could feel the tightness in your stomach coming back and your walls were tightening around his cock.

As soon as he felt the tightening, he slowed his pace before stopping completely until you could feel your orgasm slipping away. Your eyes pricked with tears and you whimpered.

“You look so pretty like this.” He smirked. “But not pretty enough to get to cum.” He said mockingly. You tried to blink away the tears but he slammed back into you harshly, causing you to cry out. He started to pound into you fiercely until he could feel your walls tightening again.

Once he did, he reduced his speed to an agonizingly slow pace, dragging out each thrust into you for as long as it took for your orgasm to disappear and then he’d pick up the pace again. You lost track of how long he kept it up. Your body was aching for a release that he wasn’t going to give you.

Jungkook wasn’t going to give you anything. He never did. All he did was take from you and you let him. Every. Single. Time. No matter how much he upset you, no matter what he did to you, you always let him come back. You always had plenty to give; your time, your thoughts, your body. And what did you have to show for it? Nothing. He proved that enough tonight.

No. There was one thing he was able to give you. Your orgasms. It may be shallow and more for his benefit than yours, but that was the only thing he was ever able to give you. He had become so selfish that he wasn’t even letting you enjoy the only thing he’s ever managed to give you.

You had become so self absorbed in your own thoughts that you hadn’t even released he was almost done until he gave your throat another tight squeeze before shoving his tongue down your throat as you felt his cum fill you. You continued to lay on the bench as he stood up and buttoned his jeans back up.

He then walked off the porch, giving you a shit eating grin as he walked around the porch. “You should probably go get cleaned up baby, before everyone realizes what I know about you.” He stopped and leaned in closer to the railing of the porch. “That you’re a dirty little slut and this is all you’ll ever be good for.” And with that, he was gone.

It took you a few minutes before you finally mustered up the strength to sit back up. You held your head in your hands as you let yourself cry. You needed to. You felt broken, used, and unnecessary. Jungkook didn’t care about you. Tonight proved this. Fuck Jungkook.

You winced at how sore your crotch was as you clenched your thighs together, trying to keep his cum from spilling all over the bench. Normally his parting words and your cum filled panties would be enough to keep you waiting for him. You loved it when he degraded you. But something changed this time. You changed this time. It was a small change, but a change nonetheless.

You knew you deserved better than Jungkook. You realized this tonight. There was more than Jungkook. Fuck Jungkook. You finally stood up and shimmied off your shorts and panties, throwing your panties out towards the trash cans before slipping your shorts back on and heading inside the house and straight to the bathroom.

Once there, you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were a mess. You tried to clean yourself up the best you could with what limited supplies were in the bathroom. After you finished, you sat down on the edge of the tub, head cradled in your hands. Your head was pounding now, a constant knocking.

No, that was the door. You got up and opened the door, seeing Yoongi standing in front of you. He looked a little shocked, but you were soon met with a big gummy smile. “There you are! I thought you had gone home. Come on out, we were about to go sit out by the fire. Do you wanna come?”

You laughed at his choice of words, making him give you an odd look. You waved it off as you nodded. “Yes, I’d love to come.”

[scarlettkat86]

Counting Sheep

**don't read if you don't want fluff/smut, recreational drug use/alcohol**

@naromoreau and @youre-my-boshaw-baby I finally finished this thing.

Liz opened the door to the Spread Eagle, immediately ambushed and bear hugged by Nick. "Goddamn, you beautiful son of a bitch. I ain't never seen anything like that before. Good to have you back in one piece kiddo, I was beginning to worry."

"Glad to be back too Nick, I could really use a stiff drink or 5." Liz groans as she takes a set at the bar.

"Hey, nice to have you back. Anything you want, on the house tonight." says Mary May.

"No need to do that, I'll have a double shot of whiskey, neat."

"I insist, after all you gave us something we never thought we'd never have again, hope."

Amber liquid filled her glass, the rich, smoky undertones working to sooth her aches and pains away. It seemed like everyone had shown up to celebrate taking down the youngest Seed brother.

Looking around, all of her friends looked so happy, and that made her smile. _Like it or not, this was the right thing to do. _

There was only one person she was hoping to see, and would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed that he wasn't the first one to welcome her back. Loud voices carried from the back corner of the bar.

"Now i'm a gamblin man and I'll bet you a twenty and some uh, some woods porn, that you can't even hit the board Hurkie."

"When the hell did you find woods porn man!? You're on amigo. Hey everybody, watch this!" Liz watched as Hurk chugged an entire bottle of vodka, then started spinning around in circles. A small crowd had formed, rooting him on. This looked like a disaster waiting to happen. Taking another moment to watch Sharky, she smiled sadly. _I should just go drag him back to my place, let him know he's what keeps me going. Probably not gonna get any time with him tonight anyway, too many people, too much noise. _

A huff from her side brought her attention back. "Gross, are you over here eyefuckin Sharky?"

Liz nearly choked on her drink, "What?! I-I, no, the fuck Jess?"

"Hey you're the one too distracted to hear me. Still can't believe yall haven't- never mind, I'd rather not think about it."

"Not my fault your mind is in the gutter."

"Whatever. I'm shit at small talk, but I wanted to say i'm glad you're back. Those Seed fuckers have a way with gettin in your head, be glad you haven't caught Jacob's attention yet."

Liz shook her head and smiled.

Yeah I'd rather not catch any attention, yet here I am...

"Bless your heart. Careful now Jess, that almost sounded like you care. Listen, you're my best friend, but I can see you're itchin to get out of here, so go on, before I change my mind."

That makes Jess snort.

"Asshole. I ain't gotta be told twice, 'sides, I got better shit to do then watch you watch that idiot. Take care Liz, I'll see ya in the Whitetails."

She stared at the empty glass sat on the counter before her. Walking behind the bar, Liz grabs a bottle of North Fork whiskey and heads for the door.

*Sharky's POV

He'd seen her walk through the door. Damn if she wasn't the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Not cuz she was beautiful, she is, but cuz he'd been worried sick the last few days of radio silence. He'd been pissed that she didn't take him with her, but it was her call, Nick deserved to help her take down that fuckface more than any one of her friends. Still didn't stop his stomach from twisting in knots every night that passed without a word from them. He wants to go kiss her, hold her, tell her how much he realizes now that he's in love with her. She's got a crowd though, and it's only been a couple months since she'd shown up in his life, unsure of how she'd react to a declaration of love, so he stays rooted in place. He's drinking, placing a bet he's seriously gonna regret if he loses. Glancing over again he sees her heading out the front door. *

Standing at the river's edge just outside of Falls End, Liz felt like she could breathe again. She barely escaped the Spread Eagle, so many thank yous she lost count.

Rummaging through her bag, she was relieved to find the baggie she was searching for. "Deal with the devil ain't so bad when he leaves a little lettuce to get by on." Liz laughs at her dumbass joke.

_Really have jumped from upholding the law to breaking it, guess a little weed is nothing when you think about it. _

Lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice someone had followed her.

Walking up from behind, Sharky grabs Liz by her waist. Startled Liz grabs her knife and yelps in surprise when she realizes who it is. "Fuck, Sharky, don't sneak up on me like that! I could've killed you!!" Taken aback by the knife to his throat Sharky swallows. "Shit, not like you to not notice someone tailing you chicka. You mind uh, putting the knife away because i'm not really into that sorta thing." Putting the knife back in its holster Liz laughs and tries to slow her racing heart. Sharky looks down and presses his lips to hers, soft and sweet. She slowly breaks the kiss and sits down.

"Hell yeah, some grass and party liquor, you tryin to impress me shorty, cuz it's workin."

He laughs and rolls the joint neat, tight as he can and seals it with his tongue.

Once they've smoked the whole thing, Sharky takes her hand in his. "Ya know, i'm glad you're back in one piece, things wouldn't be the same without ya." He wants to say that's an understatement, that he don't think he would be able to go forward without her, but he just stands up and pulls her to her feet, "Now allow me to be the gentleman that I am, and escort you back to the party inside."

"You think you can just, drive me back to my place? I'd rather just have you with me for the night."

"That sounds a million times better than finding out if I still own the only woods porn in all of Hope county. "

Opening the door to her house, Liz heads for the kitchen, she pulls out a metal tin with a few blunts already packed. "Damn johnny law, you been holding out on me!" While Sharky lights one up, she mixing a couple drinks. "I've had a couple bad influences. Now pass it over."

The smoke filled her lungs, slowly turning her limbs to jelly and clearing her mind. Sharky slowly walks to her phone, picking out some music. "Boshaw, I swear I am in no mood for disco music."

"Relax Izzy, I've got something a little different picked out."

A slow sensual beat fills the room, and Sharky looks at her with a hunger in his eyes. He grabs her by the waist and starts to rock her side to side to the beat. The lyrics start and he's singing in her ear, "tonight, I've got nothing on my mind but you..." kissing her lips then down her neck,

"don't you take a bow at the last curtain call.. thinking you're nobody's nothing after all..."

Biting her lip and suppressing a moan, she slides her hands under his hoodie, slowly pulling it off. "Fuck Izzy, i'm tryin to be a gentleman here, but you're makin me hard." He says, voice hoarse and shaky.

"I know. I need you Sharks." she says with a smile, as she turns her back to his chest and grinds into him, slowly moving side to side with the music, discarding her own shirt along the way.

He takes a hold of her full hips, pressing himself against her. With one hand he follows the curve from her hips, over the softness of her stomach and the swell of her breast, finally putting a hand on her throat fingers brushing the side of her jawline. His other hands fingers sliding between her thighs. All she could feel was the heat that spread through her, a half sob of pleasure escaping her lips. It had been a year since she felt a touch not her own.

"Bedroom, now" she whispered to him, discarding her pants along the way.

Sharky pushes her to the bed suddenly and pulls her panties off. The sight of her made his mouth water. Soft dark curls in a neat strip. He blew a hot breath and she gasped. Then his tongue replaced his breath, precise swipes parting her folds and latching onto her clit. She looked down into his eyes, a silent plea to make her cum. He held eye contact and alternated between quick flicks of his tongue and circular motions, sliding a finger inside her core.

"Damn Izzy you taste so good, wanna make you cum."

She was teetering on edge already, each nerve on fire, legs tingling, and just when she thought she would finally find sweet release, he'd pull back and lick up her juices. Sliding two fingers inside easily now, he curled upwards to find her bundle of nerves, and closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. He could feel her beginning to pulse around his fingers, back arching, head flung back, "Look at me Iz, I wanna see you."

That sent her over the edge, locking eyes with him again, she felt pure bliss as she came around his fingers. Lapping up the rest of her juices he moved up her body, stopping to tease each nipple on the way, finally kissing her lips. The taste of herself on his lips sent another wave of pleasure through her body and mind. "I need to feel you Sharky, please.."

The neediness in her voice making him even harder. He unfastened his pants, pulling them off. She felt him spring free, sliding the head of his cock up and down her folds, then lines himself up with her entrance, filling her excruciatingly slow. She's already clenching around him, a perfect fit, slightly thicker than she's used to, but he feels like heaven. He can't hold back and slams in to the hilt, causing them both to moan in sync. Pulling out to thrust back in lazily again and again, Sharky is running his hands down her body, one taking place on her clit.

“I'm not gonna last long babe, fuck. You're so tight and wet." Biting her bottom lip she nods her head, "Me either, just fuck me." She wraps her legs around him, pulling him in closer as he picks up pace. They're both panting, moaning curses, as their bodies match rhythm. She can feel him twitch and knows he's close, so she slides her hand down between their bodies and takes over her clit. He pulls her leg over his shoulder changing angles, hitting that perfect bundle over and over. White hot pleasure tingles every inch of her body, and she's crying out his name like the most beautiful melody ever heard. He's not far behind, pulling out at the last possible second. He growls an almost animalistic sound, hot spurts of his cum coat her inner thigh and stomach. Sharky rolls off her, grabbing a shirt to clean up the mess, then pulls her into his arms, kissing the nape of her neck. "I love you Lizbeth." She's quiet for a minute and he's praying to whatever god, monkey jesus, whatever, that he hasn't fucked this up. Then she's looking up at him, smiling the most brilliant smile, "I love you too Sharks. Always."

[bouttogolinkurbitch]

masterlist 🥀

thank you for taking time out of your day to read my fics! It honestly means so much!! Most of my Dolan fics start with edits of mine so please like/reblog them if you saved the edit or if you enjoyed the story- or both! Feed back is always welcome and appreciated.

Love,

a stressed kid with too much on her mind ;)

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Come Dine With Me: Joe Sugg

Turtle Man 🐢: Ethan Dolan

Best pics of them ever lmaooo: Dolan Twins

Haunted House vid: Dolan Twins

Procrastination scene: Dolan Twins

TWINS SWITCH LIVES FOR A DAY: Dolan Twins

This was fuckin funny

🚀💫☁️saturn☁️💫🚀: Ethan Dolan Edit

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S̶m̶u̶t̶ ̶: 💀

F̶l̶u̶f̶f̶ ̶:💕

A̶n̶g̶s̶t̶:🖤

❤️🖤 t̶h̶a̶t̶c̶h̶e̶r̶j̶o̶e̶ 🖤❤️

Holly Jolly: Joe Sugg

Summary: Y/N isn’t feeling festive and Joe decides to help Y/N get in the holiday spirit 💕

Home is where your heart is: Joe Sugg

Summary: Caspar is moving out right as Y/N finally meets her pin pal Joe. The boys go down memory lane 💕

❤️🖤J̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶M̶a̶y̶n̶a̶r̶d̶ ̶ 🖤❤️

This isn’t the bathroom: Jack Maynard

Summary: Jack and Y/N finally come to terms with their feelings and Josh ruins the moment 💕

❤️🖤C̶o̶n̶o̶r̶ ̶M̶a̶y̶n̶a̶r̶d̶ ̶ 🖤❤️

Types of Kisses: Conor Maynard

Summary: Different scenarios where Y/N and Conor are intimate 💕

🌩🌫D̶o̶l̶a̶n̶ ̶T̶w̶i̶n̶s̶ ̶🌫🌩

❤️🖤E̶t̶h̶a̶n̶ ̶D̶o̶l̶a̶n̶🖤❤️

Types of Kisses: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Different scenarios where Y/N and Ethan are intimate 💕

Just a blurb: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Ethan and Grayson finish building their set in their new home, and Ethan comes to take a nap on Y/N after a long day 💕

Sun Glare: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Bryant and Y/N are co workers. After a long day, she comes home and has a playful photo shoot with Ethan 💕

The Kissing Booth: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Based off the movie. Mentions drug abuse (unlike the movie) so you’ve been warned!! Also there might be douche! Ethan and douche! Grayson- which doesn’t reflect them as people, just for storyline purposes :)) 💕🖤 [DISCONTINUED]

Part (one)

Part (two)

Part (three)

Weeds: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Ethan smokes weed for the first time 💕🖤

Another blurb: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Grayson and Ethan get into an argument, and Ethan takes his frustrations out in a heated make out with Y/N 💕🖤

Bunny Babe: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Ethan can’t handle Y/N in his baseball styled Playboy Bunny shirt. And after a long day, he does something about it 💕🖤💀

Do I Wanna Know?: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Ethan is in a dangerous biker gang. When he finally gets to come home, they get reacquainted 💕🖤💀

Feel the Love: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Y/N and Ethan embark on a challenge that tests their relationship. They go an entire month without sex 💕🖤💀

Dope on a Rope: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Austin and Y/N had a fairytale cliché love...until Austin cheats. Ethan picks up the pieces in a way Y/N never expected, but she definitely needed 💕🖤💀

sunflower🌻: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Ethan gets really sad all the time, and Y/N teaches him it’s okay to not be okay 💕🖤

Birdie: Ethan Dolan

Summary: Addison, Ethan and Y/N’s daughter, learns some new flips at grandma Lisa’s and grandpa Sean’s 💕

❤️🖤 G̶r̶a̶y̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶ ̶D̶o̶l̶a̶n̶🖤❤️

Wrasslin’: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Y/N is on the wrestling team. After a grueling meet, Grayson finally makes his move 💕🖤

Sugar Wraith: Grayson Dolan

Summary: After a messy breakup, Grayson helps Y/N recuperate 💕🖤💀

Shark Bait: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Y/N and Grayson go through a rough patch. When an incident happens to Grayson, Y/N wonders if leaving him was the right choice 🖤

Better Now: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Y/N and Grayson separate and they think that they are better now that they’re apart, but both soon learn they’re better together 💕🖤

There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Grayson and Y/N have a serious make out that leads to something else 💕💀

In My Blood: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Grayson and Y/N are hooking up behind everyone’s backs, and when Cam finds out, trouble ensues 💕🖤💀

Playboy Bunny: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Grayson can’t handle Y/N in his baseball style Playboy bunny button down, and after a long day, she does something about that 🖤💀

Room 3A: Grayson Dolan

Summary: A pesky patient keeps Y/N on her toes. But she doesn’t mind going back and forth because the patient happens to be a heartthrob 💕

Kids See Ghosts: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Grayson accidentally adds Y/N on Snapchat and good things come from the incident 💕

Burnin’ Up: Grayson Dolan

Summary: James plays matchmaker and it turns out he was right. Slight daddy kink, spanking, and light choking 💀🖤

yungbld: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Gray teaches Y/N how to surf! Ethan, Gray, Bryant, and Y/N have a fun beach day 💕

Fire: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Grayson is an underground fighter, and all his life he’s been striving to get gold. Y/N had always had a crush on the younger, brooding twin. And it turns out Grayson wanted her too 💕🖤💀

Types of Kisses: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Different scenarios between Y/N and Gray sharing kisses 💕

corduroy dreams: Grayson Dolan

Summary: From strangers to lovers. Shitty blurb 💕

apricot princess: Grayson Dolan

Summary: Paige(@heathendolan) and Y/N are life long best friends. They share everything from clothes to even brothers. Gray saves the day with the aid of Ethan and in turn, the girls fall hard for the two boys 💕🖤

Man on the Moon: Grayson Dolan

Y/N and Grayson switch lives for a day!! A grueling workout, waking up at ungodly hours, a trip to the mall, and all the love that’s shared between Y/N and Grayson makes for a fluffy day 💕🖤💀 [slight suggestions of smut]

🥀🌩 A̶S̶K̶/̶ ̶R̶E̶Q̶U̶E̶S̶T̶S̶ ̶ 🌩🥀

For @dolanoodle Mutual: Ethan Dolan

Ps

all the edits here are mine as well so please like/reblog the masterlist if you saved them/if you feel like it. It means a bunch ❤️

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[artificialqueens]

Unlawful Affairs (Shalaska) - Thomo

(A/N: Hey y'all, i just finished my Cop!Sharon and 7/11!Alaska AU for tumblr user sharonsgf. It’s a smutty 2.4k fic of hell, inspired by the fun that comes from her blog’s thirsty anons. Who am I kidding tho? We’re all thirsty for some good lesbian Shalaska ;) Hope this one does ya well, and again I have a witney smut i’m working on, also lesbian au. -and i saw some more requests here that i’m planning on starting soon, so woohoo! Thanks for reading x -Thomo)

Alaska sighed, wrapping her thin jacket around herself as she pushed through the store’s front doors. It was a long day at work, with her customers making messes and not letting anyone know or even attempting to clean them themselves. Plus the usuals that made her day didn’t show up today, specifically the cop that came in every day without fail. Sharon, was it? She wasn’t sure about her name because she was too shy to bring up conversation with the sexy, older woman. Every time the lady would show up, Alaska wouldn’t be at the counter so they’d have no reason to talk. What a disappointment that was. The thing about Sharon is that she didn’t seem like the other cops in her area. She’s just assuming this, but being someone who’s smoked for so long makes it easier to pick others who’ve done the same.

A cold breeze pulled her out of her deep thoughts and she shivered hard. She needs a new jacket but can’t afford one better than the one she’s got so what’s the point really? Alaska huffed out a deep breath and continued her way to her beaten up car. It wasn’t the best, but it got her to work and back. Cheap too. Alaska was almost to her car when she got this eerie sense that someone was following her. Instead of turning around and checking, her anxiety kicked in and she sprinted to her car. Mistake? Maybe, because she didn’t hear only her slapping of her shoes on the pavement when she took off. That only served to freak her out more. Of course when she reached her car she couldn’t find her keys. She spun around, ready to try and fight for her life when she noticed that nobody was there. Well, at least right behind her like she had thought. The cop from her earlier thoughts was roaming around the front of the store and swearing, quite loudly at that. Sighing in relief, she approached the other woman.

“Hello?” she managed to stutter out. “Is something wrong, miss?” Sharon whipped around, her face slack in shock. “You! You work here right?” She practically shouted. Alaska nodded slowly, unsure of where this was going for her. “Well, I know this a lot to ask, but I had a, well, a bad day I guess, and missed my usual fix of cigs and a coke and I really need it and I know you guys just closed but i’m only a few minutes after closing and if you could please let me get my fix I’d be so grateful and do anything for this in return.” Sharon huffed and was shaking, either from the cold or maybe the “withdrawal” from her apparent usuals. Alaska shifted from foot to foot, unsure of whether she was allowed to do this. She gave in to the pleading look in the cop’s eyes and nodded her head. This had better not get her fired.

Upon unlocking and opening the doors, immediately the lights flickered on. Alaska turned around and locked the front doors so nobody else could come in, that’d just be her luck to have someone else wanna come in for some after-hours snackage. She shook her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder at the counter, waiting for the cop to grab her coke. She almost went and grabbed her regular choice pack, but figured that’d be kinda creepy to just know what she wanted without having her ask. Again, Alaska wasn’t at the counter when Sharon showed up. Quickly, Sharon jogged up to the counter and placed her coke down. “Uh, I’ll have the ones on the top left.” she muttered, pulling out her wallet from her fanny pack. Nice, Alaska loved the fanny pack trend. She turned around and reached for a pack, her shirt riding up in the process. Sharon bit her lip at the sight of the pale skin being exposed before turning away. She may be a cop, but that didn’t give her an excuse to perv on people.

“Thanks, Alaska?” Sharon glanced down at the worker’s breast for her name tag. “Cute name.” she grinned and handed the money over to the cashier. Alaska blushed and took the cash. “Well what’s your name?” she asked like she didn’t already know. Well, at least like she thought she knew. “It’s Sharon.” she winked and began to walk away, she really needed a smoke at this point. “Wait!” Alaska called. She blushed when Sharon turned around with a slight look of irritation and confusion on her face. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say, she just knew she wasn’t ready to let Sharon leave. “I, uh, well…” she stuttered, looking down. “I just wanted to know if maybe you’d like to hang out sometime?” she didn’t dare look up, not being able to handle what might be the expression Sharon held. There was a soft chuckle and then footsteps heading towards her. “Look at me, Laska.” Her eyes slightly widened at the nickname and her head shot up almost instantly at the sure command. The cop was smirking, sipping on her coke.

“Yeah, let’s hang out. I’m actually off the clock right now. Just got off before I came here. Is right now a good time for you?” the smirk never left Sharon’s face. Alaska only blushed further and squeaked out a small ‘yes’. The 7/11 employee re-shutdown the store and met with the shorter blonde outside. They both agreed on meeting at Sharon’s, one because it was closer and two Alaska prefered that because her place was a mess at the moment and she was sure her roommates wouldn’t appreciate her bringing a cop into their apartment when it smelt like weed and sex. Not that she thought Sharon would mind or be upset about, but it would be a big deal to her roommates because they haven’t been near her enough. Alaska tried to shake her thoughts of her roommates away, now was not the time to think about those fools. She was about to spend personal time with her admire-from-afar crush. In all her luck, she never thought that she’d get to chill with someone like Sharon. By that, she means a laidback cop.

As they both pulled up to Sharon’s, Alaska could feel her nerves start to rise. What if this was some sort of trick? What if Sharon could tell Alaska was into recreational drug use and planned on ambushing her after getting her to confess? Her grip on the steering wheel tightened at the thought of misplaced trust. She has an opportunity to get the fuck outta there now, but did she really wanna waste a chance of romance? Well, if not romance, a good fucking was always an option. Closing her eyes, she inhaled and exhaled slowly. Fuck it, she thought, and threw her car down open. Alaska heard a squeal and was instantly worried. She opened her eyes and saw a slightly disgruntled Sharon glaring at her. “You almost hit me, ya cunt!” though her words were sharp, there was no bite to her tone. ‘Laska sighed in relief and finally left the comfort of her old car. “Sorry ‘bout that, Shar, didn’t realize you’d be so close..” she mumbled as she approached the other woman. Sharon just shook her head and gently grabbed Alaska’s arm. “Let’s just get inside before you do something else risky ‘without realizing it.’” they both nervously giggled and made their ways indoors.

Once inside, you could visibly see Sharon relax. She plopped down on her own couch and pulled out a cigarette, finally able to smoke comfortably. Sharon noticed Alaska awkwardly floating by the front door so she patted the spot next to her. “Wanna smoke?” she offered, holding out a new stick to her. Alaska shrugged, taking the unlit cig and sitting next to Sharon. The older woman leaned over and pressed her lit cigarette to Alaska’s unlit one, allowing her to light it. They grinned at each other and exhaled the smoke. “So, how often do you work there?” Sharon asked, lazily stretching and kicking her feet up onto her front table. The other girl shrugged in response, taking a long hit off her cigarette. “At least 5 times a week, sometimes all day, too. Depending on the staff available that day.” Sharon nodded, then asked a question that kinda stung. “How come I don’t ever see ya there?” Alaska looked away, shrugging again, not trusting her voice to not come off pointed. The cop looked over the lanky girl, trying to figure out how a girl like her didn’t end up becoming a model. She had the look down, tall, thin, beautiful even at first glance. Alaska looked back to Sharon and was shocked to find her staring at her. Her face was stoic so she didn’t know how to feel at the prolonged examination. Even though her brain didn’t know how to feel, her body was reacting. A blush spread across her face and her stomach twisted pleasantly.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Alaska snapped, thoroughly removing Sharon from her dazed thoughts. Their eyes met, causing Alaska to blush even harder. “Not yet, but if you want, there can be.” Sharon winked and took another puff from her cigarette, blowing the smoke away from them both. Alaska was amazed at Sharon’s forwardness. Her dominant personality and way of flirting definitely got to her head. She wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing at this point. What she did know was that she was taking to long to respond to the offer, instead staring at Sharon with her mouth open and eyes wide. Sharon’s face fell as she thought that maybe she went a little too far with the flirting. They had only just met, maybe Alaska wasn’t into the whole lust-at-first-sight thing. Sharon couldn’t say the same, but she did respect others boundaries. “Sorry, Lasky, that was a joke… Well not really but you can take it as one if it made you uncomfortable.” Sharon rubbed the back of her neck and her faced heated up. Usually girls responded quite well to her upfrontness, at least on a sexual level. Doesn’t mean everyone will, she thought to herself. Alaska physically shook herself and started to panic. “No, no no no no, it’s not like that, I just- I’m not used to, uh, someone being so direct with me.” she smiled sheepishly for making Sharon feel like that. “I actually, if it’s still on the table, would like to take you up on that offer?”

Heat rolled through Sharon’s stomach. Alaska was literally the most adorable person she’s met, being flustered just from Sharon’s words. Even though Sharon was mostly a dominant person, the thought of Alaska’s touch made her weak at the knees. She would probably do anything to please her. Which wasn’t normal for Sharon, usually she was the one being pampered and such in bed. Of course, always in control, but still. “Of course, Lasky. Let’s head to my room?” Alaska shook her head no and pointed to the couch. “I want it to be here.” Sharon didn’t tell her no, and she didn’t want to tell her no. “Lay down for me, baby, okay? Be a pretty angel and spread out as much as you can.” Sharon stroked Alaska’s cheek. Being the more submissive type, Alaska did as she was told. First, though, she pulled off her work shirt and slid off her pants, wanting to get more comfortable for what’s to come. Sharon stood and stripped, winking at Alaska when she noticed the lust in her eyes at her now naked body. “Like what ya see, pumpkin?” Alaska just dumbly nodded and silently begged Sharon to come closer by doing the classic ‘grabby hands’ move. She chuckled but did move to Alaska’s side.

Sharon straddled herself above Alaska’s face and shuddered. The hungry look in the younger’s eyes made her core wetten further. Alaska licked her own lips, watching Sharon glisten right in front of her. She tugged the woman’s hips down to connect her lips to Sharon’s lower ones. Alaska passionately licked and kissed Sharon’s wetness, soaking her face with what couldn’t make it to her mouth. Above her, Sharon was gasping and moaning, trying to hold back from fulling sitting on Alaska’s face and grinding herself to release. Alaska could tell that Sharon was holding herself back, so she stopped moving her tongue. Sharon whined and gently pushed herself against the lower’s face, still trying to not grind down. Alaska didn’t move, she simply laid there with her mouth on Sharon, daringly looking her in the eyes. Sharon whimpered and gave in, not being able to handle the lack of pleasure any longer. She moved her body over Alaska’s mouth, verbally begging for Alaska to fuck her with her tongue. Once her tongue was inside of Sharon and she could feel her clench around it, Alaska’s fingers went to her own pussy. She fingered herself while Sharon bounced on her face, not hard enough to her Alaska but enough to make her jaw slightly sore from the pressure. Sharon came, her juices leaked over Alaska’s lower face and onto her neck. She moved off of her mouth and sat on her stomach, also moving Alaska’s hand which was deep in her own pussy and replacing it with hers. She fucked her fingers into Alaska hard while her thumb circled and pushed on Alaska’s clit. Not much later Alaska came too, leaking onto the couch and soaking Sharon’s fingers, which she cleaned up by making Alaska lick her own juices off of them.

Sharon leaned over and pressed herself into Alaska, humming happily. “That was super hot, Lasky, we should do it again sometime. Maybe when you’re on break, we could fuck in my cop car?” Alaska blushed and nodded before burying her head into Sharon’s hair. She still didn’t know for sure how Sharon would react to her own lifestyle, but she’d bring it up at a later time. She didn’t wanna ruin the cuddly mood Sharon was in right now. Alaska hasn’t felt this warm, inside out, in many, many years. It was too good to pass up. Eventually the girls fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms as they chatted about themselves. Alaska somehow managed to leave out any incriminating facts and stuck to things she thought Sharon wouldn’t mind hearing after a fuck. Alaska’s last thoughts before finally leaving her last conscious state: How was she going to explain to her roommates that she was fucking a cop?