#ght for me but damn did my confidence take a hit and I feel like shit. Not to mention I may have to see her in person next week for an even

[massivementalitynut]

Today isn't turning out to be a good one.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Meant To Be More - Callum Ilott

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, drunken decision making, drunk sex (please always make sure that you are in the right mindset to make these kind of decisions), female receiving oral, fingering, Explicit language, unprotected sex (always be safe), he releases on reader’s stomach, mention of aftercare.

W/C: 1.7K

You pick up the shot glass and brings it to your mouth, you tilt your head back, letting the liquid slide down your throat, burning it, you were already drunk enough not to notice the stinging and taste of the alcohol, you put the glass down and look at Callum that was sitting next to you, the two of you decided to go out drinking together.

“I can’t even taste it anymore.” You say as you begin giggling, your tastebuds had been numbed from the alcohol.

“Then it’s time we go,” Callum says as he reaches into his pocket for his phone. “I’ll call an Uber.” You didn’t even notice the slur in his tone, but you were slurring as well. “My place or yours?” You could see him tapping slowly on his screen, his eyes squinted as the light bothered his eyes.

“Yours, let’s go to yours.” You say and turn your face to look down at the empty shot glass. “While we wait… one more drink?” A Cheshire-like smile spread across your lips, a giggle starting up, Callum couldn’t help but start giggling with you.

“All ri… ght.” He says as he locks his phone. “One more drink.” He puts his phone away and calls the bartender over. “Shots? Shots?”

“Cock… haha… cocktail, hmph, that’s a… haha, funny name…” You say or laugh out, the word cock sounding funny to you, you place your elbow on the bar and lean your head against your head, looking at Callum.

“One cocktail… which one?” He asks as he turns to look at you, you take in a deep breath.

“A sex on the beach.” You say looking him directly in the eyes, his eyes widen, and he almost chokes on his own saliva. “I want… sex on the beach.” Callum’s mind seemed to malfunction, were you asking to have sex on the beach… Or?

“Oh!” Callum says as he turns to face the bartender. “A sex on the beach!”

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You weren’t sure when you had arrived at Callum’s apartment, and you weren’t sure how you ended up completely naked on his bed with your legs over his shoulders and his head between your legs with his fingers buried inside your sopping hole, your hands were gripping at the duvet as your back arched from the mattress, your skin felt on fire, and you weren’t sure if it was the pleasure of the alcohol, your heels pressed into Callum’s back as his tongue circled your clit.

“Cal— Callum.” You breathe out, your heart thumped loudly in your ears and the sound of him eating you out filled the room. “Fu— ck.” You could feel a pull forming in your abdomen, his fingers curl inside you, hitting your sweet spot, your legs begin shaking as your mind falls blank, it felt like you’ve been set alight with pleasure. “RIGHT THERE!” You released around his fingers, your walls clenching around them rapidly, he rubs your sweet spot as he lifts his head, cleaning his lips.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you around me.” He says, you could feel his fingers slip out of you as you slowly come down from your high, you could feel him push your legs up and being pressed against you, he grabs his hard cock and moves the head between your folds, coating himself with your wetness, you could feel him move his cock up and down between your folds. “You feel so fucking warm and wet.” You were getting impatient waiting for him to put himself in.

“Just put it in Callum!” You say, he chuckles as he slowly moves the head of his cock to your dripping hole.

“So needy.” He says pushing the head of his cock in, he releases his cock and slowly thrusts deeper in, you could feel your walls stretching around his length. “Fuck you feel so good around me.” He grunts out, you pull at the sheets as his cock fills you, stopping when he was completely inside you.

“Hmm.” You moan feeling his cock twitch inside you. “Fuck…” He leans over causing your legs to press against your torso, the shift of his cock made you clench around him. “Callum!” His lips brush against yours, you could feel the hunger in his kiss before feeling his cock slowly slipping from you, his tongue slips between your lips as you moan, the kiss quickly becoming sloppy and wet as he rolls his hips into yours, filling you with his cock again, his pubic bone rubbed against your clit, giving a faint stimulation.

“Keep clenching around me like that, and I won’t last long.” He says after breaking the kiss, you could see a thin layer of sweat on his skin, even in the dim light. “Fucking hell, [Y/n].” He moves back to his knees, his hands gripping your hips before roughly thrusting into you.

“Goddess, Callum!” You felt him hit your sweet spot, your legs start shaking from pleasure. “Callum, Callum.” The more you chanted his name, the more confident he grew, knowing he was hitting the right spot, the sheets were becoming a mess as you pulled at it, you felt like you were a mess underneath him, a ball of energy was slowly forming in your lower abdomen, you could feel it tightening and tightening.

“That’s it, chant my name.” He says, the sound of your moans filled the room along with the sound of your wetness sloshing around and his grunting.

“Right… right THERE!” You screamed out as you felt his fingers touch your clit. “CALLUM!” Your back arched off the mattress, your toes curling in pleasure.

“FUCK!” He screams, tilting his head back as he felt your walls milking his cock for an orgasm. “[Y/n]!” His thrusts falter for a moment, he toys with your clit causing that ball of energy to grow faster, it felt like it could snap at any moment. “I can feel how close you are… fuck.” Your muscles contract, he could see your body slowly starting to twitch. “Let go, cum around my cock.”

“GODDESS, CALLUM!” You scream as you felt him pinch your clit, the ball of energy snap inside you and pleasure engulfs you, your body shakes and your mind fell into absolute euphoria, your jaw slacks, barely feeling him rolling his hips into you, easing you through your orgasm, he releases you clit and pulls his cock from you, his hand wraps around his member, and he begins pumping himself, edging closer to his release, you slowly come down from your high just in time for you to feel him release his load on your stomach. “I can’t believe you just did that.” You breathe out, you could feel the warm liquid spreading over your skin, he lays your legs down on the mattress.

“I didn’t know where else to release.” He says as he lays down next to you on the bed. “I’ll ask if this happens again.” His eyes move to your stomach. “Let me go get a cloth to clean you.” He stood from the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

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You squeeze your eyes together as the light started bothering them, had you not closed the curtains the previous night? You slowly open your eyes and stare at the window, the curtains were almost transparent and the thicker ones were pulled open, you let out a groan and slowly turn your head away, you slowly close your eyes before sitting upright in urgency, you look around the room with wide eyes, your heart racing, this was not your room.

“Whe… where am I?” You mutter, you look down and found yourself completely naked, an ache between your legs. “Oh no…” You slowly turn your face to look at the body sleeping next to you. “Callum?” You whisper, you didn’t have to think hard or long to know you had slept together, the two of you had always been close, you had a close relationship, so close that all your friends assumed you were dating, but the only relationship you had with him was a flirtation, nothing more. “Callum.” He stirs in his sleep. “Callum!” You place your hand on him and gently shakes him.

“Hmh.” He moans rolling onto his back, his eyes slowly open before seeing your naked back on his bed. “[Y/N]?!” He sits upright and looks at you, the duvet covering his lower half while you held it up to your chest. “Did we…?”

“It’s obvious we did!” You say almost a little too harsh.

“Fuck.” He says and brings his hand to his face, running his fingers through his hair. “This isn’t what I imagined our first time would be like…” Your eyes widen in shock.

“Our first time?” You slowly ask, he looks at you, realising he had said too much.

“I think we should talk…” He says, you could feel the air almost shift as you heard the seriousness in his tone, he shifts around on the bed as he turns his body towards yours, you stay still as you watch him. “We’re close… and we got pretty damn close last night, but that’s not really the point right now, [Y/n]…” He takes in a deep breath. “Do you… do you honestly think I could just be friends with you?” You could feel your mouth drying up. “I know you feel it too, it can’t be just me that feel’s a pull towards you, a pull that makes me want to protect you, keep you in my arms, as a lover, not just a friend.” You had… you couldn’t deny it, your feelings for him had grown over the years, and you had started questioning if it was just a flirtation you had with him. “Please tell me I’m not the only one feeling like this, feeling like we were meant to be more than just friends.”

“I…” You stutter out. “You like me… more than friends?” Was the only question you managed to get out.

“I thought I said everything…” He trails off, you blink and nods your head.

“Hm, I uh… sorry, I… you feel the same way.” You say. “You like me back…” Your tone was soft as you spoke more to yourself.

“I like you, more than a friend,” Callum says, you couldn’t think of anything else to do, so instead of saying anything, you turned towards him, crashing your lips against his.

[vincess-princess]

Valentine’s Special

a belated present from me for the Valentine’s day and at the same time a completed request for @cometsnix <3 sorry for making you wait so long, dude, i hope you like it :)

Fandom: Motley Crue Rating: T Pairing: Mick Mars\Nikki Sixx Word count: 1990 Warnings: lovestruck Nikki and an unhealthy obsession with blue eyes Summary: What do you do when you have no money and a local bar sells Valentine’s specials at a discount? Right, you and your friend pretend to be a couple.  Author’s note: basically a little silly ficlet :) haven’t really written fluff for a long time, so this one was fun to do. 

“Ew,” Nikki kicked a cardboard heart that was displayed at the entrance of the bar. “The most stupid holiday in existence. Who even came up with that bullshit?”

“Some gay priest or something,” Vince shrugged. “Dunno, man, girls like it. I tell you, your chances of hooking up on Valentines are way higher than usual. If you know how to act, of course.”

“For you, maybe,” Nikki waved his hand. “But I’m not gonna pretend to be romantic and all that stuff just for a hook-up. They gotta accept the real me, you see?”

“Nobody wants the real you, dude,” Vince laughed. “Especially girls. Anyway, are we entering, or?...”

“I’m in if girls are in,” Tommy smiled widely.

“That’s my boy,” Vince patted his shoulder. Nikki wanted to laugh at how he had to rise on his tiptoes to do that, but then he noticed Mick, who was following them silently, as he always did. He was looking at the cardboard heart lying in the dirt by the bar door. His face was devoid of emotion, but his eyes glinted strangely in the dim light of the bar’s neon sign.

Then he raised his head and looked straight at Nikki, and Nikki felt goosebumps running down his back. He quickly picked up the cardboard heart and put it back in its place.

“What, is our badass Nikki Sixx afraid of getting caught?” Vince, of course, had to comment, but Nikki didn’t even hear him. He turned away from Mick and pushed the door, trying to shake off the strange feeling a second of eye contact with Mick had given him.

The bar was almost full, mostly with couples whispering to each other and laughing too loudly at each other’s jokes. Vince spotted a couple of girls sitting at the bar and eyeing every man who entered, touched Tommy by the shoulder and nodded at them. Tommy’s face lit up. The girls weren’t even that pretty, but those two could fuck whatever moved and what didn’t move they would move themselves and fuck as well.

“Pick a table, guys,” Vince said to Nikki and, pulled by Tommy, headed to the bar, not looking back even once.

Mick and Nikki looked at each other and rolled their eyes in unison.

“I swear, they only think about one thing,” Mick murmured. “Let’s go find a table.” He turned around and looked over the bar. The only free places were either at the counter or at little tables for two. Damn it.

“Looks like someone will have to move,” Nikki said mischievously, nodding at the closest booth. The couple inside was in the middle of a passionate kiss.

Mick raised an eyebrow, and Nikki immediately felt like an idiot. Mick was very good at that.

“They can kiss perfectly well at a table for two!” he began, but Mick stopped him with a wave of a hand.

“Go on, hero,” he only said, but Nikki could see a smile in the corners of his mouth. Something warm as though spilled into his chest. Mick didn’t smile that often.

The couple didn’t stop kissing even as he appeared at the table, only letting each other go when he grabbed the guy’s shoulder. “Hey, lovebirds, time to move. Me and my friends need a table.”

The girl looked at him misty-eyed, probably still processing the kiss. The guy, though, understood everything perfectly well and began to go red with anger. Nikki couldn’t measure his height while the guy was sitting, but his shoulders were way wider than his own.

“We were here first!” the dude began.

“Yeah, yeah, heard that,” Nikki interrupted him. In these situations, being outrageously impudent was sometimes the best choice. Sometimes. “You two can move to that table ri-i-ght there,” he pointed at a small table in the corner with dirty plates still on it. “Atmosphere, privacy, music, it’s perfect! Come on, come on,” Nikki pulled the guy out of the booth by the shoulder. For a second he thought that the couple would actually move to that table, but then the guy flexed his muscles threateningly and grabbed Nikki by the collar of his jacket. Well, damn, this bar surely could use a little shake-up today.

Nikki’s back slammed against the wall. The girl screamed “Jordan!” behind their backs. The guy let go of one side of Nikki’s collar, but only to clench his hand into a fist, which then would certainly collide with Nikki’s nose.

But then a thin palm with long, delicate fingers landed on Jordan’s arm and grasped it firmly, holding it in place.

“Hold your horses, Jordan,” Mick said calmly. He looked absolutely relaxed, and only Nikki and the guy himself could notice how deep those fingers dug into his skin. “Be considerate for once in your life and move to that goddamn table.”

Jordan slowly turned his head and looked Mick in the eye, and Nikki realized with a shudder that Mick was way shorter and slimmer than the guy. Why did he even interfere, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to fight him off since Nikki, with his six-feet height plus four-inch heels wasn’t intimidating enough for him?

Nikki could handle getting beaten, it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last, but he somehow really didn’t want Mick to get hurt because of him.

Seconds passed. Jordan looked at Mick and Mick looked at Jordan, with his icy blue eyes that always left Nikki slightly uncomfortable, and Nikki kept expecting Jordan to punch Mick and the fight to begin. He could already feel his fists clenching at the thought of the guy hitting Mick, and the goosebumps of anticipation running down his neck and back.

Then Jordan’s grip on his collar weakened.

“Okay,” he said, and Nikki only now realized he was holding his breath. Jordan released him and moved to the table in the corner, his girl following him unconfidently and repeatedly shooting glances at Mick and Nikki.

“Wow,” Nikki mumbled, turning to Mick. “How’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Well, calmed him down like that,” Nikki felt stupid under Mick’s unblinking gaze. “I thought he was gonna break my nose for sure.”

“Not everything has to be solved with violence, Sixx,” Mick waved his hand. “Now, are you waiting for someone else to occupy that hard-earned table?”

“Yeah, sure,” Nikki hurried to the table probably way faster than was necessary, but he wasn’t ready to undergo something similar again for a damn table. Though if Mick was going to save his ass again… oh, nevermind, he cut himself off. He was perfectly capable of defending himself. Even from guys like Jordan.

Mick followed him, though maybe with more dignity, and they finally settled in the booth, sitting next to each other on a soft couch. An almost irresistible urge to move closer to Mick washed over Nikki, the urge to feel the warmth of his arm against his own. But then Mick would probably look at him with his staggeringly blue eyes full of contempt, and say quietly but very distinctly “Knock it off, Sixx”, and everything would be ruined. So Nikki stayed in his place, almost afraid to even turn his head to look at Mick.

“Whatcha waiting for?” Mick reached out to take a menu from the other side of the table. “Are we gonna eat today or not? I’m starving.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Nikki laughed nervously and took a menu handed to him by Mick. Their fingers brushed, and Nikki almost had a heart attack. He opened the menu on a random page and pretended to read the description of the dish.

What the hell this goddamn holiday was doing to him?

“Hm, Valentine’s special?” Mick said, moving closer to look into the menu. Turned out the page Nikki randomly opened had a special offer for couples on the Valentine’s day – fifty percent off for the second dish if those ordering it were a couple. “Look, it’s pretty cheap.”

“Yeah,” Nikki rasped. “Only we’re not, hm, a couple, y’know. Also we’re both dudes, just saying. They won’t believe us.”

“Well, if you keep being such a sissy, you can as well pass for a girl,” Mick snickered, and this was something Nikki absolutely couldn’t handle. He – a sissy? Fucking watch me.

“Hey!” he waved to the waitress to attract her attention. She was a good-looking girl, but now Nikki didn’t have time for that. As she approached, a notebook in hand, Nikki pointed at the Valentine’s special. “Could we have this, please?”

“Um,” the waitress stammered, “this is only for couples.”

“Yeah, we know,” Nikki nodded. “We are one.”

“You’re trying to prank me, aren’t you?” the waitress laughed nervously. “Sorry, guys, but we don’t give out special offers to anyone who asks.”

“But we’re not ‘anyone’,” Nikki insisted. Mick watched him from the side with those piercing blue eyes, and Nikki could practically feel his heavy gaze on his skin. “We’re a couple. We deserve to get the special offer. Or are you being homophobic? Do you want your establishment to be claimed as such?”

“What? No, no!” the waitress waved her hand, her cheeks flushed. Nikki even felt pity for her. But he needed to prove a point. “But we can’t just give it to you without- without proof-“

“Oh, you need proof?” Mick suddenly said. Nikki turned to him and almost flinched: Mick’s face was so close to his he could see his nostrils moving with every breath he took. “You’ll get it. Come here.”

He wrapped his arm around Nikki’s waist and pulled him closer.

And then he kissed him.

It lasted only a few seconds, a mere brush of their lips together. It was endless, infinite, and at the same time too quick, and over too soon. Mick’s lips were warm and dry, and his hand on Nikki’s waist firm and confident. Nikki wanted to dissolve into his arms, merge into his body, become one with him, breathe his air and- wait, that was getting a little weird.

Mick broke the kiss, and Nikki felt like a part of him had been taken away with it. He blinked a few times, still trying to process what happened.

“See?” he heard Mick’s voice as though from a distance. “Was it enough proof for you?”

“Yes, yes!” the waitress hurried to write the order down in her notebook. “Anything else?”

“Four beers, please,” Mick said, and he was talking so calmly, so casually, like a life-changing event hadn’t just happened to him. Maybe it really didn’t. Maybe he kissed his friends regularly, Nikki just didn’t notice-

“Hey,” Mick turned to him, “are you alright? Was that okay?”

“Er,” Nikki raised his gaze and looked Mick straight in the eyes. How was he supposed to say that was the best thing that happened to him in his entire life? “No, no, it- it was okay, don’t worry. Maybe we could- we could- do it again? Maybe some other bar has Valentine’s specials…”

“Maybe,” a little smile appeared in the corners of Mick’s mouth. “I wouldn’t mind, actually.”

“Me too,” Nikki murmured. His hand, acting on his own, found Mick’s and entwined their fingers. With every second passing Nikki expected Mick to move his hand away, but Mick never did.

They released each other’s hands only when Tommy and Vince came back to their table and plopped down on the other side of it. The girls at the bar looked at them with dreamy eyes.

“They aren’t supermodels, of course,” Vince nodded at them, totally oblivious to the blush that covered both Nikki’s and Mick’s cheeks, and the fact that they were sitting way too close to each other than friends usually do, “but could use some company, if you know what I mean.”

“I’ll pass,” Mick shook his head. His hair tickled Nikki’s cheek.

Nikki shot Mick a quick glance and said, “Me too.”