#the fake boyfriend escapades

[folkwhoredoll]

yacht escapades - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: sneaking away with your boyfriend leads to a salacious session under the moonlight

word count: 2k

warnings/tags: smut! (unprotected sex, f and m oral, fingering, brief cockwarming), sweet boyfriend!rafe

a/n: hi everyone! thank you so so much for everyone's support on my recent works. seeing all your hearts and reblogs always makes my day :3 i've always wanted to write a smutfic for rafe so here it is. i hope you'll like this one. happy reading!

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“Relax, baby. This is literally my family’s yacht. Technically, it’s mine too so don’t worry.” Rafe assured you for the hundredth time, rotating the helm of the boat to move farther away from the dock.

Your boyfriend has always been unpredictable, so when he slowly woke you up half an hour ago because he couldn’t sleep, you had no idea that you two would end up sneaking away his parents’ yacht at three in the morning. A part of you was nervous, knowing that Ward tends to get pissed over the littlest things that Rafe did. But another voice was lulling you to just enjoy the night breeze.

“I know, I know. But what if—” You blabbed.

“Stop, sweetheart. We won’t even go that far.”

You sighed, walking over behind Rafe to wrap your arms around his waist while he continued to maneuver the boat far enough to isolate the two of you from the island.

“See? Isn’t this nice?” He smiled proudly, holding your hand to take you to the couch, easily pulling you to his lap.

Your breathing was quiet, hands firm on top of Rafe’s wrapped arms on your waist. He was occasionally giving you some soft kisses on the forehead and cheeks when you broke the silence. “So how exactly is this going to help you sleep?”

“It probably won’t.” He answered bluntly.

You chuckled, watching over the soft ripples on the surface of the lake.

You were on the verge of falling asleep on Rafe’s lap when you felt one of his hands move from your waist to your right thigh, thumb softly rubbing the skin. You didn’t think much of it and let out a small yawn, but he moved his hand further up, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey.”

“What?” Rafe replied innocently, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“I know what you’re doing.” You huffed. Sitting up straight but still not leaving his lap. “Did you just bring me here for sex?”

Rafe let out a fake gasp, but his eyes shone with mischief. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You know, we could’ve just done it in your bedroom.”

“Where’s the thrill in that?”

“So you admit! You just want sex.” You raised your brow.

“Well, yes and no. I really couldn’t sleep but now you just look so pretty and we’re all alone here.” He said, tugging the bottom of your shirt.

You groaned, not that you were annoyed with him. You’re annoyed with yourself for liking the idea. It is no secret that you and Rafe have always been sexually active, always trying out new things that one of you may be curious about. Your sex drive matches with his, and it is one of the things that you two love about each other. So the thought of giving yourself to your boyfriend in the middle of the night underneath the stars tempted you so much. And you shamelessly fell for it.

You looked down at his groin, already noticing the bulge through his khaki shorts despite the slight darkness. You pressed your hands against him and gave it a hard squeeze, surprising Rafe.

“Fuck, baby.” He gasped, hips raising upwards slightly.

“You want me, Rafey?” You whispered, giving him the most innocent look you can muster. But Rafe can see right through you, knowing that your question was all he needed as a signal to make a move.

Rafe didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face towards him, kissing you roughly. His tongue glided over your lower lip, making you open your mouth to let him in. Without breaking contact, you fully turned your body to face his, grinding slightly while tangling your fingers in his hair.

He put both of his hands on your hips, heavy breaths occasionally leaving his lips but never breaking the kiss. It was you who pulled away first after a while, gasping for air but wasting no time unbuttoning his shorts.

“Eager, are we?” He smirked, lips red from kissing you.

“Shut up.” You replied, hurrying to pull out his huge manhood as you positioned yourself from his lap to kneel on the floor.

“Go ahead, baby. Suck my cock off like a good girl.” He cooed, stroking the top of your head.

You gave him a sweet smile before giving his tip a lick, making sure to never break eye contact. Rafe threw his head back, whispering a curse under his breath. You grinned at his reaction, ego growing higher as you wrapped your lips around his head.

Rafe almost thanked the sky above for your mouth. He has always been proud of having you. A smart, rich, and polite girl; a literal angel, as others have said. But they don’t know what kind of a freak you are behind those innocent dresses and wide eyes. None of them know except Rafe, and he intends to keep it that way.

You kept sucking him off, pushing yourself to take in as much as you can even as tears brimmed your eyes. You wrapped your slender fingers around the area that you couldn’t take, loving the way he tasted.

Rafe’s head was pulled backward, his chest rising and falling heavily while he muttered praises and curses. He was on the verge of his release when he suddenly put both of his hands on your shoulder.

“No, I want to cum in your pussy.” He panted, pulling you up by the arms. He gently pushed you against the couch so that you were now the one sitting. He stood up and hurriedly removed his clothes, your eyes in awe while watching him. “Like what you see, baby?”

You grinned, pulling your shirt upwards, and expertly removed the clasp of your bra. Rafe’s eyes were trained on your breasts as soon as you freed them, but he wasted no time removing your shorts and panties at the same time.

“Fuck. There’s my pretty pussy.” His eyes were steadily trained on your cunt as he leaned down at eye level. It was as if he was hypnotized as he brought one hand to your folds, gliding his forefinger up and down. He smirked when he noticed the thin sheer wetness in the middle.

“Rafey…” You whined.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Fuck me already.”

“You’re a bossy girl, aren’t you?” Rafe chuckled amusedly. “Patience, darling. ‘Gotta prepare you nicely first.”

He continued to tease you, never touching your clit or pushing a finger inside of you. With each moment that you grow irritated, the wetness of your womanhood increases. When Rafe sensed that you were about to curse him off, he suddenly inserted two fingers in, making you gasp.

“Shit.” You breathed, soft moans leaving your lips as he curled his fingers before pumping faster.

Rafe placed his thumb on your clit, making you squeal in both surprise and pleasure. You swore you almost saw stars when he did so, one hand reaching downwards in an attempt to grab onto the couch for support while the other reached for his wrist.

He ticked his tongue at the action, using his free hand to pull your hand away.

Rafe lowered his head until your legs were leveled with his face, inhaling your scent while still fingering you. He brought his lips closer until you could feel his breath near your folds, making you shiver.

“Rafe, please fuck me… fuck.” You pleaded.

“I will, darling. But I have to taste this pussy first.” Without warning, he removed his thumb from your clit, replacing it with his lips. You screamed at the contact, suddenly thankful that no one could hear you.

Rafe continued to play with your clit, tugging the small nub with his teeth while pushing his tongue inside you. You were almost crying from pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of your boyfriend’s mouth and fingers in the same area was almost too much.

You were loudly moaning his name, hips lifting on their own as you pushed yourself closer to Rafe’s mouth. Your boyfriend grinned against you, his pride increasing with the knowledge that only he can make you feel this way.

You almost screamed in frustration when Rafe abruptly pulled away, licking his lips to savor your juices. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, Rafe, fuck me please.”

“Always so polite.” He snickered, loving the way that your eyes turned hazy from all the pleasure. “Who am I to turn down my baby’s request, hm?”

With a swift move, Rafe quickly positioned his cock to align with your cunt before pushing himself in with one go. You gasp at the intrusion, shock, and ecstasy filling your body. Having sex with Rafe so many times has made you familiar with his size, but you still weren’t prepared for the amount of stretching that your womanhood would have to make to accommodate him.

He wasted no time and began thrusting, slowly at first to let you adjust.

“Shit. Your cunt is hugging me perfectly.” He gasped, building up his tempo.

You were too speechless to reply, the only thing that you could do was moan and grab his chest. Rafe placed one hand on your hip, and the other grabbed both your wrists to pull your hands above your head.

Sweats, gasps, and whines were the only sounds heard. Rafe’s hips collided with yours with strength, making you scream out his name. He admired the beads of sweat on your forehead, your skin illuminated by the moonlight. He always believed that you were the prettiest girl on this planet. And seeing you at this moment, naked and dewy with your face twisted in enjoyment, he knew he was right.

“Come on, darling. Give it to me.” He praised, knowing that you were close with how tightly you were squeezing him.

You mumbled his name over and over again, legs shaking as you wrapped them around his hips to pull him closer. Rafe cursed after seeing your action, thrusting harder and faster to chase both of your highs.

You were a crying mess underneath him, pleasure surging through all parts of your body. You opened your eyes slightly, admiring Rafe’s face before feeling the pressure on your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, Rafe. I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Cum for me. I want to feel you around my cock.” He urged, never breaking the pattern of his thrusts.

You screamed after a few more pushes, your vision blurring slightly as you squirted around him. Rafe came after you, gasping as he felt his warm liquid mix with your own inside your pussy.

You two were panting against each other, Rafe still inside you as he caught his breath. “You alright?” He asked, pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You couldn’t reply, still breathing heavily but nodded instead. Rafe started to slowly pull out of you, making you whine.

“No, Rafey. Stay.” You pouted.

He smiled sweetly, lifting you so that he could sit on the couch without separating from you.

The two of you lay there, soft breaths coming out of your mouths while Rafe hugged you against his chest as you keep him warm in your cunt.

“Tired, baby?” He asked you after a while, noticing your droopy eyes.

You nodded, feeling warm against his body despite being exposed to cool air.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Rafe whispered, kissing you softly on the forehead.

Before closing your eyes, you vowed to sneak out with his yacht more open.

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ABBY ANDERSON

my wait is you by @dollaches

abby x fem reader

content: pillow princess reader!, closeted abby, face sitting, porn with plot (my favorite), kinda eager abby. It was so good, honestly I haven’t enjoyed a fic this much in months.

not just anyone’s by @aouiaa

content: mean! abby, fingering (reader! receiving), oral (reader receiving), jealous abby, angst, doctor abby (love this trope), kinda dark content. 10/10 I read it every once in a while.

good luck babe! by @studioghibelli

content: reader’s boyfriend cheats on her with abby (abby didn’t know and was in the closet back then but now she’s a lesbian), cheating (but it’s on a man so it doesn’t count lol), strap on.

bad communication with rich! abby by @beforeimdeceased

content: angst, miscommunication (obviously lol), fake dating, femme! reader, it’s a concept but it’s so good I loved it, wish the writer made it a series.

abby so needy to fuck you by @k1ngpin42

content: THIS FIC made me realize that I have a thing for dominant women being needy lmao, needy abby (obviously), pillow princess! reader.

passionate sex with abby by @mystellenia

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content: angst, friends with benefits, fuckgirl! ellie, pillow princess! reader.

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selfish by @lonelyfooryouonly

content: ellie doesn’t like you but after she makes you a favor you both get closer, dealer! ellie, mean! ellie, you’re friends with ellie’s friends, this is a series and is so good, smut, top! ellie, bottom! reader, angst.

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content: grumpy x sunshine, mean! ellie, angst, reader is a baker.

romance is dead by @diddiqueen

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like I want you by @loaksky

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the infinite space between you and I by @loaksky

content: mean! ellie, grumpy x sunshine, not actually unrequited love, angst.

unwanted attention by @les4elliewilliams

content: enemies to lovers, angst, coworkers, ellie doesn’t know she’s in love with reader so she’s mean lol.

already over by @elliesbelle

content: trying to get over ex! ellie but ending up being fucked by her, pillow princess! reader, angst.

ellie shows you who you belong to by @bonewreath

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campus escapades by @leiswxrld

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[eccentricwritingbaby]

arm candy

lando norris x reader

summary - enemies to lovers as the two embark on a pr relationship. reader is heavily based on cristina yang and olivia pope - intelligent and knows her worth. lando treats her as just a piece of ass on his arm. the two need to keep up appearances, yet always have time to find a fight. 

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“i’m sorry,” you can’t help but laugh into the conference room, “you want me to what?” your father just sighs across from you in his seat, already knowing his head strong daughter would make a fuss over this. 

“y/n…” he starts, but you shoot him a look to stop, quickly. 

“i’m sorry, are you my pimp or my father?” you ask with a mocking behavior. 

“stop, y/n,” he grits out, “stop it,”

“fine,” you shrug, rolling your eyes. 

the room was filled with five people. your father, you, adam norris, lando norris, and some mean little woman who came in meaning business and barking orders. you respected her. 

your dad and lando’s dad had been business associates for a long time, never close friends, but acquaintances nonetheless. you had never met lando before, but had definitely heard about his escapades. 

“listen,” the woman starts again, “lando needs someone normal and successful on his arm, not anymore models or influencers that last only a day and alter his image, his image needs to be clean, squeaky clean,”

“oh my god,” you laugh out in disbelief, “i can’t believe i went to an ivy university just to be someone’s high end hooker-”

“Y/N!” you dad stands from his chair, “that’s enough out of you,”

“dad, this is ridiculous-”

“no its not, it’s business,” he stands firmly on his ground, “it’s four months of fake fucking dating just suck it up and do it,”

“fine,” you mumble out, “but only for you,”

your dad takes his seat again, grumbling out a few apologies to lando and his father along with the woman. they all just nod their head as she moves along with certain details. you finally look up from where you were fiddling with your fingers, making eye contact with your new ‘boyfriend’. he sends you a quiet look of reassurance, most likely that he didn’t want to be there either. you both give each other a smile, and your mind hopes that this might be okay. 

-

“so,” lando starts, attempting to break the tension on your first fake date.

“so,” you laugh, “how are you?”

“i think we can skip the pleasantries, y/n,” he chuckles, “we’ve technically been dating for four months?”

“oh right,” you continue to play along, “met you one week ago, but we’re madly in love,”

lando chuckles into his drink before the waiter comes over to get you started. once ordered, lando glances up at you, and you can’t help but find the small twinkle in his eye adorable. and then he speaks.

“you look like someone who i would go out with, without your personality, though”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you question in offense.

“i mean usually my type is-”

“girls with half a brain?” you attempt to finish for him, but he just sharpens his gaze in your direction, eyebrows furrowing at your accusation.

“no,” he denies, “just girls who are a bit quieter,”

“so, pushovers?”

“not exactly,”

“you just want a little hot minion to control?”

“no,” he tries again, attempting to find the right words, “someone who isn’t rude,”

“oh you think i’m rude?”

“did you hear yourself in the meeting? talking to your dad like that? acting like the smartest person in the room-”

“i was the smartest person in that room,” you bite back to him, “and i’m sorry i didn’t enjoy the action of being pimped out, it’s offensive to my degrees and accomplishments-”

“you aren’t being pimped out, it’s a favor-”

“oh,” you scoff, “a favor?”

“yes, a favor, you probably aren’t used to hearing that word because you’re so self-centered,” he pushes.

“and here’s two words you do probably hear often, fuck off,”

“the rest of this dinner will be in silence,” lando directs to you, the waiter now coming over with your food. 

“finally, something we can agree on,”

-

you and lando had now been fake dating for two months. you came and went from his races, he was here and there at events in your honor, you both were successfully fulfilling your duties. the public was eating it up, excited that lando was in his ‘boyfriend era’. you both in reality were still finding each other difficult. lando found you to be pretentious and rude, you found lando to be a spoiled dick. but that was all pushed aside when it came to being in public. 

you heard the knuckles wrap on your door, and you attempt to brush the tears from your eyes swiftly. shit. you had lost track of time while on the phone with your mom, well, arguing with your mom. you forgot that lando was meeting you at your apartment soon to take a pre scheduled outing. getting up after hearing the knock once more, you make your way to open the door. 

“hey,” he grunts out, before he looks at your reddened eyes, “what’s wrong?” his tone softens with the question. 

“nothing,” you brush off, “let me just redo my makeup and i’ll be ready to go,”

“wait, y/n,” lando stops you from leaving the room, “talk to me, what’s going on?”

“you don’t want to hear about this, lan,” he catches himself smiling at the nickname that slipped off your tongue. 

“i have a heart, y’know,” he jokes quietly to you, bringing his hand up to give you a slight poke in the ribs. 

“no, really?” you ask sarcastically.

“yes, now talk to me,” he laughs to you, still trying to break you out of your shell. 

“it’s just the divorce,” you shake your head, “my parents have made me their middle man since they’ve been separated, and now i have to be my sibling's therapist too,” you choke up, trying to swallow back your tears. 

“i’m sorry, y/n,” lando moves forward, beginning to wrap his arms around you. 

“i’ve just gotta be there for everyone,” you sigh, “it’s been like that since i was a kid, i’ll be fine,”

“well,” lando starts, “i can be there for you,”

“like hell,” you laugh off, starting your trek to the bathroom.

“i’m serious,” lando pushes, “i know we’re at each other's throats, but if you need anything, you can talk to me,”

“thanks,” you squeak out, “you’re not so bad, norris,”

“why thank you, y/l/n. you’re not so bad yourself,”

-

it was race day, and you were actually excited. you and lando had a breakthrough the night he caught you crying. you both finally broke down the wall that divided and protected your hearts. you were feeling better about spending the next few months with him, it was going to be a relief to actually enjoy it. 

“are you ready, y/n?” lando calls out from the other room. 

“yeah!” you shout back, sliding your left foot into your final shoe. lando steps out of the room, dripped head to toe in papaya, bag slung lightly over his shoulder. 

“you look great,” he lets go of the compliment and you find yourself blushing, choosing to stare down at your feet instead of making eye contact. lando holds his hand you and you grasp it eagerly, readying yourselves for the show about to be put on. or was it a show?

once at the track, your hands finally separate as he heads to the garage and you move towards where his father was standing. 

“hey, mr. norris,” you greet with a smile at the older gentleman.

“please, y/n. how many times do i have to tell you to call me adam?” he chuckles with you. 

“i’m sorry, it’s just too unnatural for me,”

“well please, try,” you continue with your laughs, “mr. norris is my father,”

“alright,” you giggle, cringing a bit before squeaking out, “adam,”

“there we go!” you both joke around a bit more before a certain curly-haired mclaren driver is jogging over to you both.

“hey, dad,” he greets adam with a quick pat to his shoulder, “can i steal her for a second?” adam nods, giving you both some space as lando starts dragging you over to a quieter area.

“what’s up, lan?” you ask him, a bit of concern in your voice since you were unsure of what was going on. 

“i need to talk to you,” he sighs out, eyes holding an emotion you couldn’t put a finger on.

“what’s going on? are you okay?”

“yeah, yeah,” he shakes off, now grabbing your hands in his, “i just- i just-”

“LANDO!” his engineer calls from the garage behind him, “WE NEED YOU IN THE CAR!”

“TWO SECONDS!” he yells back over his shoulder, now turning back to face you, “listen, i really like you,”

“oh,” your eyes widen in surprise but lando just keeps rambling. 

“and not in this fake, bullshit way. i want to really take you out even if you drive me crazy sometimes,”

“lando-” you try to cut him off, but he just keeps going. 

“i can’t handle your rejection before i race so, if you’re by the gate after i finish, i’ll take it as you feel the same way,” taking a deep breath after his confession, lando leans in, kissing you roughly before pulling away and running back to the garage. you stand there for a moment, trying to process what had happened before a smile breaks out across your face. 

lando came in fourth. you cheered and cried, jumped up and down with his family and friends, and then you took off. you started your sprint to the gate, ready to meet him and finally bask in your own happiness. ready to choose yourself for once. 

you rush towards the wall just as lando is climbing out of his car. his head whips around to the barrier, searching for your face. once spotted, he breaks out in a similar sprint as you did, rushing towards you for a hug. you breathe in the moment, you and lando holding each other, for real this time, finally. 

-

you both were a giggly mess as you made your way back to the hotel room. 

“you’re coming out tonight, right?” he asks, arms not leaving your waist since you had left the paddock. 

“yeah, i’m coming,” you reply, brushing your hands up and down his arms that were wrapped around your middle. 

“okay, good,” his forehead meets yours, relishing in the feeling of you being in his arms, in private, “so my room or yours tonight?” he asks in a joking tone, referring to the two bedroom suite you were in. 

“mine,” you laugh quietly, “it smells better,” you poke him in the stomach a bit and he just chuckles with you. 

“you don’t like the smell of my race gear, love?” 

“no thank you, sir,”

“alright, well go get ready, and we’ll head out in about an hour?” lando shoo’s you to your room, patting your bum as you turn around, causing you to blush as you exit. 

later, at the club, you’re seated in the vip area with some of the drivers and a few friends. lando’s arm has been wrapped around your shoulder or waist all night, the tension between you two turning slowly from annoyance to lust. kisses stolen when they can be, waist being squeezed, and overall eye contact has made you a puddle in lando’s hands. you were falling for him, deeply. and you could tell he was too. until. he spoke. 

“that’s a nice lady you’ve got on your arm there, lando,” one of the guys in the section shouts to your boyfriend. 

“thanks, mate,” he shouts back, pulling you closer into his side. the man approaches the both of you, beginning to chat to lando about his race earlier. your mind quietly drifts out of the conversation, before you’re pulled back in as the man, now learning his name to be jack, introduces you to his girlfriend. the both of them were very fitting for each other, eyes wide open with nothing going on behind them. 

you strike up a conversation with the woman in front you about her shoes, before glance over and finding your boyfriend eyeing her up and down with ease. he catches your eyes and looks away, his arm pulling you in even closer than before. you just scoff in his direction and begin to get up from your seating. lando lets out a quick apology to the couple in front of you before chasing after you out of the vip section.

“y/n! wait! where are you going?” he shouts over the music and into your ear.

“i’m leaving,” you grunt out, continuing pushing past people in your pursuit for the exit. 

“why?”

“oh please,” you let out a laugh, finally reaching your destination and swiftly leaving the building. now in a quieter atmosphere, lando drops his voice and grabs you, forcing you to look at him, “i saw you looking, lando,”

“what? at the girl with jack?”

“yeah, i saw you checking her out,” your face hardens, morphing into the one you sported the first two months of getting to know lando. the one you had on when you didn’t like him, scaring the man in front of you as he watches, “i thought you were different, but i guess then again, people never change-”

“stop, y/n,” lando sternly speaks, “i am different, i like you. not her,”

“funny way of showing it,” you laugh, “i mean the both of them couldn’t even handle an intelligent conversation if they tried,”

“it always comes back to this with you doesn’t it?” he asks, now pushing you towards his car and retrieving his keys. 

“what does that mean?”

“you always have to be the smartest, huh?”

“that’s not what that is,” you shake him off, the both of you now entering his car before you continue, “it’s just embarrassing that you would prefer beauty over brains,”

“i don’t do that,” he whips his head around to face you, “i just appreciate attractive women, are you saying smart women can’t also be attractive?”

“don’t twist my words,” you shoot back, “just drive the damn car,”

-

“i cannot stand you when you’re like this,” lando grunts out as you arrive back into your hotel room. 

“like what?” you push back, moving to place your hands on your hips in defiance, ready for the fight about to unfold. 

“a-an arrogant, selfish, cocky-” he starts to stutter out his list, but you promptly cut him off. 

“it sounds like you’re describing yourself there,”

“no, that’s all you,”

“oh really?” you taunt, your eyes boring into his with fire, “says the guy who has only one race win under his belt but acts like he’s big shit-”

“SHUT UP!” he screams out at you, but you only push him further. 

“you want to call me arrogant, baby, we both are. it’s the only fucking thing we have in common,” you mockingly laugh in his direction, his head now fuming.

“you’re so-”

“right? correct? because i am. we both are arrogant and confident however the hell you want to spin it, who the fuck says that’s a bad thing?” you ask him as his eyes start to soften, “and i am not arrogant. i’m good at what i do, that is a simple fact,” you huff, catching your breath after your anger begins to cool. 

“you are right,” he sighs, “i guess we’re so alike that we didn’t even notice,”

“i am not like you,” you shake your head.

“and why would that be such a bad thing? you met me at the gate, remember?”

“because i am not some womanizer who just uses girls, not taking one glance at anything but their tits,” you snap at him. 

“i didn’t use you, and you know i think you’re beautiful, y/n,” lando attempts to calm the situation, but it only riles you up further.

“oh fuck that,” you spit out, lando taking a step back from you in surprise at your reaction, “fuck beautiful, if you want to compliment me,” you sneer in his direction, bringing up a finger to point in his face, “compliment my brain,” with your final say, you turn quickly on your heel in order to walk out the door. 

“y/n!” lando shouts, “stop,” he jogs over to you, grabbing your arm and moving your body to face him, “listen, i’m sorry,” he sighs, his free hand not wrapped around your arm running down his face, “i know you’re pretty good at what you do,”

“pretty good?” you scoff, “i’m great,”

“i’m trying to apologize here,”

“then apologize, correctly,” you emphasize, sharpening your gaze at him, “and don’t be sorry, be better,”

“that’s what i’m trying to say,” lando pleads, “i’m trying to tell you that i will be better,” 

“don’t tell me, show me,” you push, “i’m not your little play thing, lando. i’m not one of your little side hoes with no brain and just eyes for your money,” he scoffs at your vulgar words, but let’s you continue, “i have my own money and my own brain. i am not a body and face to just show up on your arm, you want me like you say you want me?” you rhetorically ask him, inching your face closer to his, “you have to earn me,”

“i will earn you, y/n. i want to earn you,”

“acting like this won’t get you there. i deserve better,”

“i will be better,” now with your faces inches apart, trading breath from each other’s mouths, you and lando finally quiet your everlasting argument, “let me show you, please,”

“i don’t know you, i don’t know if you’ll just say this and then go back to being a dick when you get bored,” you release your insecurities to him, his eyes softening at your vulnerability - something you rarely let out. 

“do you know who anyone really is?” he asks you, voice now quiet and gentle as his hand that was gripping your arm now begins to softly stroke it, “that’s the beauty of life, y/n,”

“getting hurt?”

“no,” he shakes his head with a laugh, “the unknown,”

“i don’t like not knowing,” you sigh, your soft side now coming out fully.

“i know,” he breathes out, “you’ve always had your entire life planned for you, y/n. it’s time you just relax, and have the ability to be surprised,”

“but what if i do get hurt?”

“with me around?” he chuckles, moving a centimeter away from your face, “that won’t happen,” he gives your forehead a light peck, “and if it does,” now a peck on your nose, “i’ll be around to help you,” and finally your lips. you give a hum of appreciation to his lips, basking in the warmth they gave you. finally separating in order to catch your breath, your foreheads rest together, eyes never leaving the others, “you don’t have to be alone anymore, y/n. you don’t have to do it all by yourself,”

“thank you,” you sigh, tears beginning to form in your waterline, “for everything,”

“no, thank you,” he replies back quickly, “for bringing me back down to earth,”

“i’ll always be around to humble you,” you giggle in his arms as he laughs with you.

“and i, you,”

-

a/n - this is not proofread so i'm so sorry if its a rambling mess, i just had the idea and wanted to write it up before i lost it

[violettavonviolet]

Tim Drake fic recs part 2

all of these fics are finished and amazing! the word count goes up progressively and the rating is noted but do check the works for tags!

All fics marked with a star haven't left my brain since I read them!

Jaytim

these lines of lightning

smilebackwards

Summary:

“Sometimes when Bruce is being an asshole, the best response is to be an asshole right back,” Jason says, dropping down next to Tim and propping his boots on the milk crates he uses for a coffee table. “I used to go hang out with all the bad kids so I guess you’re already on the right track.”

4.8k teen

do me a favor

yasmindifference

Summary:

“So what were you thinking? Fake financial distress? Fake injury?”

“Fake boyfriend,” Jason said.

9k fake relationship teen

it takes a house, a village

defcontwo

Summary:

“If you shower my couch with love and affection, I might actually kill you.” Or: how Tim Drake buys a house, rebuilds his life, and accidentally falls in love.

10k unmarked, humor

A Gift of Knowledge *

njw

Summary:

Dick’s voice is hoarse with suppressed fury. “So, you’re just exposing us to this, this outrageous substance, and torturing us by leaving us here, bound and drugged?”

He has to know that’s not all. But he’s asking anyway, to get as much information as possible out of the villain before they’re left to their own devices. It’s what they’ve all been trained to do.

Tim squeezes his eyes shut, knowing what Joker is going to say. Knowing exactly what the evil madman is planning to do.

Damn it. Damn it all to hell, not here, not now. Not like this. 

20k mature a/b/o

Stripping Down *

njw

Summary:

Tim turns to him with a quick, shy smile before rapidly climbing the pole, waiting for Jason to position himself under him. “Like this?” he asks, arching his back, gripping the pole tightly between his shapely little thighs and beginning a slow, grinding descent. Jason did not realize until this moment it was possible to be so jealous of a fuckin’ pole.

Oh fuck, I’m gonna die again. Of embarrassment or blue balls, just take your fuckin’ pick. 

“Yeah, Baby Bird,” he says, almost not recognizing his voice for how throaty and deep it sounds right now. “Just like that.”

20k mature, soulmates

A Midsummer Night's Terror: The Great Escape

kleine_aster, njw

Summary:

A super-villain is on the loose, and he isn't called "The Kinkster" for nothing. On a hot Gotham summer's night, he entraps Batman and his allies, presenting them with a choice—to either succumb to lust, or perish in his maze. Badwrong ensues.

(kleine_aster's fabulous story, with a new ending by njw; posted with permission)

23k sex pollen explicit

I loved thee, though I told thee not, (--Right earlily and long,)

llamallamaduck

Summary:

The news that Timothy Drake, Gotham’s cryptid millionaire, has shot the Joker dead during a public live-stream hits the world like a freight train—and that is just the opening salvo of his bugfuck plan.

Maybe there exists, in the multiverse, a configuration of Jason Todd who will weather this with decorum, dignity and self-respect. This version of Jason Todd decides that the life of an academic is not, really, all that rewarding. In contrast, the life of Timothy Drake’s live-in house-husband is looking more appealing by the second.

24k mature

Re: Soulmarks

Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou)

Summary:

JASON TODD - EXPOSED!!

By Vicky Vale (@vickyvalegazette)

BREAKING NEWS - Oscar-winning screenwriter, actor and all-around heartthrob Jason Todd has had his Soulmark exposed to the public in a wild escapade at the Gotham International Airport today upon his return from shooting his latest project. 

Who is the lucky person with the matching mark? Who will color in the black shapes in Jason Todd’s Soulmark and Bloom with one of the hottest celebrities on the planet?

We will report on this as it develops! Stay tuned to the feed!

32k soulmates

Masquerade (Whose Face is Behind the Mask?)

chibi_nightowl

Summary:

Every so often, someone would take it into their heads that a masquerade ball would be a fantastic idea and make it into the biggest event of the year. Sometimes, they were a smashing hit. And other times…things just got smashed.

81k explicit

Timkon

The Mystery of the Superboy Shirts

Aviatricks

Summary:

The thing is, Tim is a detective, first and foremost.

And like most detectives, sometimes he just can’t let things go. 

(Or, how Tim acquires several hundred Superboy t-shirts)

4k humor gen

the honesty in your body

Laroyena

Summary:

Luthor's tech saved Kon's life at the cost of his mind. Tim must take a feral Kon across space to restore his humanity... which is just as difficult as one may think.

(Batman Omegaverse AU: unabashed TimKon porn detailing their original get-together in their early teens to their definite get-together in their late teens. But mostly porn.)

14k explicit a/b/o

Slip and Slide

Living_Free

Summary:

Battle for the Cowl AU

Bruce is dead*. 

The cowl has uncemoniously been dumped on Dick Grayson, who is kind of preoccupied with the fact that he now has a very small, very angry, Legacy-obsessed, Damian Wayne to take care of. 

As per usual, Jason is not helping. 

Tim is Sad, and is dabbling in the the treacherous waters of teenage dating, leading a superhero team, and running a company. 

It's up to the voices of reason (mainly Alfred) to make sure that the family does not crumble under the shadow of the Bat. 

*If you believe that after all the nonsense D.C. has pulled, there is no hope for you.

21k humor, the series is 200k+ and is fantastic

Catfishing

timkons

Summary:

Tim accidentally catfishes Kon. It goes about as well as you can imagine.

22k teen

Other

moving in stereo 

TheResurrectionist

Summary:

Clark closed his eyes, wincing. “Your children have some…guests.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Bruce muttered, setting aside the tablet.

“No, I mean…I think all of them, um. Have a guest, tonight.”

2k gen multiple

Against the odds

Heartslogos

It’s a child’s gambit to get mummy’s attention mixed with abandonment issues paranoia and an extreme penchant for vendetta.

3k tim/Bruce 00Q teen angst

say cheese

DairyFarmer

Summary:

“Why are there reporters-”

Dick stopped. His eyes locked on the TV.

“Oh, look at that Drake- you’re trending on social media.” Damian offered far too coolly to be any form of casual.

XxX

In which Tim's nudes get leaked online and he is surprisingly casual about it

4.8k mature

Sticks and Stones

Solemini (SoleminiSanction), SoleminiSanction

Summary:

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can cause lasting psychological damage."

The Core Four stage a long-overdue intervention.

Or, in which Steph's abusive tendencies are finally addressed.

10k timsteph abusive relationship teen

Troika

Glitterandlube

16k kon/tim/bart crack

The Wooing of Tim Drake

Titans_R_Us

Summary:

Tim didn't stand a chance.

Each action, each gift, each gesture was calculated for the best possible result. The source of this smothering affection is surprising but Tim can't find a single reason to say no...So he doesn't. The brat somehow worms his way into his heart one inch at a time.

Meanwhile Damian is quite pleased with how his courtship progresses.

20k damitim mature

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Doctor Marathon (Fluff)

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

A short one with Donnie boy💜

I am a pretty big Doctor Who fan myself, and I refuse to believe Donatello wouldn’t like it. So here you get a nice evening cuddle on the couch with Donnie, watching some Doctor Who💜

Warnings: None, not even Doctor Who spoilers.

—-------------------------------------------

The soft glow of the TV illuminated the lair, casting a warm ambiance on the makeshift living room. Donatello and you were snuggled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over your entwined legs, a bowl of popcorn in Donnie’s lap, and enough juice boxes on the table to last you the rest of the evening. All of Donnie’s brothers and Master Splinter had retreated to their bedrooms for the night, leaving you and Donatello alone for your impromptu date night. It was a rare night when the chaos of the city above ground seemed to dissipate, leaving the two of you in a quiet sanctuary.

Donatello's three-fingered hand held the TV remote, scrolling through various options until he settled on one of his favorite shows – Doctor Who. He turned to you with a gleam in his eyes, his excitement palpable, as the still image of the 11th Doctor and Amy Pond illuminated the screen.

"Ready for some timey-wimey adventures, (Y/N)?" Donatello grinned, adjusting his glasses.

You chuckled, knowing damn well he quoted the wrong Doctor on purpose. "Always, Donnie. Your taste in TV shows is impeccable", you said, faking a British accent that made Donnie smile.

As the familiar theme music of Doctor Who filled the lair, you leaned against Donatello, feeling the comforting presence of his strong green arm around you. The show began, and you found yourself enthralled by the Doctor's - in this case Matt Smith - escapades through time and space.

"Imagine if we could time travel", Donatello mused, his voice soft, watching the Doctor run around the spaceship he, Amy and Rory found themself in. "We could go back and witness some of the most incredible moments in history".

You smiled. "Or forward, to see what the future holds. It'd be an adventure, for sure".

Donatello nodded, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your waist. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, engrossed in the unfolding narrative on the screen.

At times, Donatello couldn't help but analyze the science fiction aspects of the show, sharing his thoughts with you. You listened attentively, reveling in the passion that shone in his eyes when he discussed the possibilities of time travel. That came with having a tech genius for a boyfriend. He just couldn’t help himself, and you found it adorable.

As the episode reached a particularly emotional moment, you felt Donatello's grip on your waist tighten slightly. Glancing up, you met his gaze, and there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made your heart swell with affection.

"I'm so grateful for moments like these," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "With you. Just being here, together, watching our favorite show. It's... everything."

You smiled, "Me too, Donnie. These moments are my favorite, too."

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and you snuggled closer. The TARDIS on the screen whirred away, and you couldn't help but draw parallels between the Doctor's adventures and your own, albeit on a smaller scale. Like the Doctor, every other day was a new adventure for you and your turtles. You’ve met dimension traveling aliens and encountered high tech technology.

As the credits rolled from the 8th episode the two of you had watched that evening, Donatello turned off the TV, and you both sat in the quiet lair, surrounded by the comforting hum of machinery and the soft glow of monitors.

"Time well spent", he said, his gaze lingering on you.

You nodded. "Absolutely". You gave Donnie a small peck on the lips, smiling in delight. “Time is always best spent with my favorite doctor”.

Donnie frowned in confusion. “You mean Matt Smith? I thought David Tennant was your favorite Doctor”.

“I’m talking about you”, you laughed, bringing your face close to his once more. “My Doctor Donatello”.

Donnie studied your face, a smile spreading on his face. “I could get used to that name”.

And in that moment, surrounded by the remnants of a fictional time-traveling adventure, you couldn't help but feel that the best moments were the ones spent right here – in the present, with the turtle you loved.

[sturnioloshacker]

tampon prank escapade - a vinnie hacker short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: a good old tampon becomes the source of a prank

i couldn’t hold back my mischievous grin and evil laughter as i pulled up vinnie's contact on facetime.

“hey, baby, i have a bit of a situation," i said, faking my distress upon seeing his cute face.

“what's wrong, love?” vinnie's concerned voice crackled through the phone.

“i, uh, i can't get my tampon out," i replied, trying my best to sound embarrassed.

vinnie's eyes widened in shock and i had to try and keep my composure seeing his eyes almost pop out of their sockets/

“what? are you serious?"

“yeah, i don't know what to do. i might need your help." i said, stifling a giggle.

a mix of panic and confusion washed over vinnie as he hung up our facetime call. within 5 minutes, a personal best, he arrived at my place armed with concern and a somewhat awkward determination. i open the door, looking both relieved and apologetic. 

“thanks for coming so quickly, bub. i was just kidding, though."

“you what?" he gasped, jaw dropping in pure astonishment.

i burst into laughter.

“gotcha! i just wanted to see how fast you'd rush to my rescue."

“you’re unbelievable. i was honestly ready to grab a pair of scissors and do some grey’s anatomy shit on you!”

“oh my god, please don’t ever suggest that again!”

“then don’t prank me like that!”

“so you really did fall for it!”

“yes! you had me stressed for my life! i was ready to pull it out or even take you to the emergency room so that nurses can surgically remove it!”

“oh my god, vinnie!” at this point, i’m in tears at my poor boyfriend who is so frazzled.

“alright, you win this round. but just so you know, i’m plotting my revenge."

oh no, i started a prank war. now i’m definitely going to understand the meaning of ‘payback’s a bitch’.

[1dcommunityficrecs]

Fake Dating Rec List!

List number four is here! I asked (in what I'm sure was a very dignified and reasonable way that did not involve tearing my hair or beating my chest because I love fake dating a completely normal amount) and you guys sure delivered! So below, we have 16 amazing fics (plus one Honorable Mention), ready for your reading pleasure.

It's Fine To Fake It 'Til You Make It ('Til It's True) by Sunflouwerhabit (150960, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave. In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.

Reccer says: Their characterizations and chemistry in this fic were greats

Sun Means Sky'll Be Blue by Pearlydewdrops (91152, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin’s five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people’s questions about his love life off his back. So when Louis, Harry’s old uni roommate and fellow wedding attendee waltzes back into his life, Harry seizes the opportunity, pretending Louis is his ex-boyfriend and that it’s a sore subject not to be mentioned.

Reccer says: I enjoyed the hate to love aspect of this fic, and how they dealt with their feelings. It was also fun to read about all of the dramatics with the wedding and Harry's family.

Escapade by Dolce_piccante (146241, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

CEO Louis / Jack McQueen Harry

Reccer says: Everyone knows Escapade (I hope!) but it's impossible not to mention her. It’s the standard-bearer of fake dating fics!

Mistletoe’s For Two by Crimsontheory (90901, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Advent fic, Harry and Louis pretend to be boyfriends. Or not...

Reccer says: The perfect advent fic I think, the kind you'd see in a Christmas movie.

The Games We Play by wishingforloushair (50000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Gun violence, blood, violence in general, a bit of ptsd-like symptoms

Harry and Louis are MI6 agents who have hated each other since basic training but now have to go undercover as a married couple

Reccer says:

keep you like an oath by alnima (18102, Mature, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson)

A supercute Zouis fake dating non-famous American AU with a wild Louis and awkward Zayn!

Reccer says: I love Zouis and this fic gets their relationship dynamics perfectly.

MARRIED FOR A WEEK?! by gravitycentered (20000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Louis is a YouTuber, and asks his friend Harry to join him in a "Married For A Week" challenge. Neither of them wants it to end.

Reccer says: I love the depth of the story, the layers to their friendship and their history and their care for each other. There's also a really interesting interplay of Louis' YouTube videos with Harry's photography projects, and the ideas of what to capture or share and what to keep just them, what's posed or acted and what's real.

kiss me on the mouth (and set me free) by tempolarriefics (47000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

When Harry can't afford to finish his university degree without financial aid, Louis volunteers to marry him in order to help him qualify. Of course, that decision is complicated by the fact that Louis has been secretly in love with Harry for years.

Reccer says:

like a moth into a flame by we_are_the_same (5397, Teen, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

A student writes Zayn a sex poem. The only logical conclusion is for Louis and Zayn to fake date.

Reccer says: Everything!! Zayn and Louis' relationship, the whole trope: everything!!

On the Horizon by FitzAndLarry (261051, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Minor PTSD, Anxiety themes

Pilot Louis meets Doctor Harry on a flight & end up fake dating on a two week cruise

Reccer says: Its just lovely! The way the characters are written, and their interactions with each other are done wonderfully.

The Greatest Thing by infinitelymint (163789, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

semi-cannon accidental marriage in vegas

Reccer says: The highs and the lows are captivating.

For Better, Worse And Mischief (I'm All Yours) by RedOrchid (37513, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry and Louis get married. PR made them do it.

Reccer says: It was a cute read!

Like Candy in My Veins by Littlelouishiccups (31867, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?” “Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.”

Reccer says: Picture this: two outspoken, stubborn, pining idiots. Record store owner Louis, bakery owner Harry. Christmas, A/B/O, fake dating, too many pies, a “stolen” parking spot, a flooded bathroom, and puns!

Faking It by TheCellarDoor (46173, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Best friends in Uni, fake dating to escape unwanted advances—it’s perfect.

Reccer says: The fake dating fic I keep coming back to! It’s sweet and hot and so fluffy.

And Then A Bit by Infinitelymint (158824, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

Reccer says: One of my all time favorite fics! I just love how genuinely happy they are to spend time together, how sweet and soft they are at the beginning. And it’s lovely to imagine this as the 1D reunion we all want.

Just Pretend by Kingsofeverything (90207, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Divorced dads + teenage daughters = pretending to date to keep their kids happy.

Reccer says: I love older Larry—and kingsofeverything writes them SO WELL.

And our honorable mention -- this fic has been removed from AO3, so I didn't feel comfortable publicly sharing a link outside the writer's control or wishes (though I'm sure folks can find copies if they go looking), but I couldn't not mention this absolute classic which is one of my favorite fake dating fics ever.

Pull Me Under by Zarah5 (140140, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Homophobia, paparazzi harassment/stalking

Louis is a famous footballer outed against his will, Harry agrees to be his fake boyfriend to quell stereotypes and speculation.

Reccer says: Pining, emotion, beautiful writing... a fandom classic. Watching the delicate dance as they get to know each other and trust each other and learn from each other is beautiful. Zarah always does miscommunication so believably and realistically, where you can see exactly where things went awry but you still want to shake them because OH MY GOD YOU BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER

Read, reblog, kudos, and comment to your heart's content.

New category announcement coming soon!

[hlficlibrary]

✤ Fake Relationship Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ Escapade by dolce_piccante / @haydolce {M, 146k}

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

2️⃣ And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint {E, 158k}

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

3️⃣ California Sold by @isthatyoularry {M, 123k}

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

4️⃣ Paint Me In A Million Dreams by green_feelings / @greenfeelings {M, 112k}

Harry's one of Hollywood's biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There's just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry's in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood's biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese's next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry's in love with someone and doesn't care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn't write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

5️⃣ Faking It by TheCellarDoor / @donotdialnine {M, 46k}

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 this charade (was never going to last) by @scrunchyharry {E, 68k}

On the surface, CitizenX, an international caritative nonprofit, looked like any other nonprofit, funding humanitarian missions worldwide and striving to make the world a better place, one donation at a time.

At least, that was what Harry thought, until he was hired as a computer specialist for a spinoff agency called carish, whose true purpose was to reveal CitizenX’s tangled web of lies.

As if the whole ‘industrial spy’ business was not stressful enough, Harry found himself in a hatred-at-first-sight relationship with one of his new coworkers, Louis, a man intent on detesting Harry.

When the worst happened and Harry and Louis found themselves thrown together in hiding, with only each other to rely on, Harry never could have predicted the turn their relationship would take.

Nor could he anticipate that it would all be taken away from him and he would have to decide how far he was willing to go to get Louis back.

💎 Love Is a Winning Game by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 47k}

Before their broken engagement, Harry had his head stuck so far in the clouds that he doesn’t even remember entering him and Louis for something as crazy as a couple's gameshow until a series of bad, post-breakup decisions puts Harry in the awkward position of needing the help of his ex-fiancé to try and fix the mess he has made.

💎 Wed’n Walk (Or, We Went to Amsterdam Together) by @hellolovers13 {E, 11k}

When Harry had first started planning his honeymoon to Amsterdam, he had not envisioned ending up there with his best friend.

Or getting fake-married to him for 24 hours.

💎 Every Line, Every Word, Everything by lsforever / @kingonafiftymetreroad {G, 10k}

“I just fucking came out of the closet to the whole world so I wouldn’t have to parade around fake relationships anymore and that’s what you’re trying to put on me again?!”

or, the AU where Harry's team suggests that he should have a fake boyfriend after he's just come out. Who would've thought it would be his best friend?

💎 Just To See That Smile by @homosociallyyours {NR, 6k}

It's Coming Out Week at university, and Harry's taken on a lot of responsibilities to make everything run smoothly. Finding his roommate's boyfriend attractive is making that a bit difficult, unfortunately. It might help if he realized that said boyfriend (Louis) is really just there to help said roommate (Liam) figure out if Liam's crush (Zayn) likes him back.

But that would make things too easy.

A fic where a hastily faked relationship and a lot of miscommunication almost ruins a perfectly good dance.

[emoangel44]

Completely random thought but while trucy wright easily gets along with most people i think she and shilong lang would get on like crazy. Shed be so into his whole thing and hed respect hers hed be like her favourite uncle sorry miles but your boyfriend is cooler than you

Miles is ‘funniest’ uncle i think shed get a good kick out of messing with him like she does to apollo. Larry is…. I dont know what uncle larry is. I think hes the one she met first phoenix tried to keep all his friends out of his stupid kristoph garbage but hes like "larry was here while i was dating dollie hes used to this" so he lets larry hang around. i find the idea of larry being a really good judge of other peoples romantic partners characters really funny hes immediately like "nick this is just dollie again this guy definitely kills people" and nicks just like "i got this dont worry" so larrys just left to play babysitter while phoenix and kristoph are out on dates. trucy insists she can stay home by herself but she ends up liking when larry comes over she does magic tricks for him and he draws portraits of her performance she ends up using as posters. they have fun

Gumshoe is the uncle she never sees but when she does he teaches her how to use a gun so he gets bumped up like a lot of places. fran and shilong usually come into town together and get her like fancy expensive gifts and tell way too detailed and gory stories of their escapades she loves it she says if she couldnt be a magician shed be an interpol officer. they also teach her how to use weapons thats how to get in her good graces really

Aunt maya is the one she has like shitty 'girl talk' with she makes half of it up like she talks about blatantly fake school drama and talks about ridiculous fake boys she has crushes on. then they eat junk food and watch the steel samurai together and then maya gives her useless and hyperspecific life advice

[melanatedkink]

Pillow Biting

This is a compilation of MHA men getting around your relationship with your trusty pillow.

Warnings: pillow biting, rough language, rough sex, spanking, manhandling, voice kink if you squint, various pet names, anal

Pairings: Bakugo Katsuki x Y/N, Kirishima Eijirou x Y/N, Sero Hanta x Y/N, Todoroki Shoto x Y/N

Bakugo Katsuki

You could be a real pain in his ass sometimes. You had been teasing him all day with your texts. You even sent him a video right as he was heading out the door, saying you didn't want him to "forget what was waiting for him at home." And all of that had started after wrestling you off him when you found out how sweet his dreams were. He knew you would get pissy whenever he left without morning cuddles. But he had to oversee training for his interns. He had to set an example.

But you didn't give him an easy day. And after he got home, there you were, chilling on the couch all comfy and oblivious. He picked you up and hauled you over his shoulder, ignoring you half-assed "But I was watching thaaat". Your little games still didn't end as he kissed you down. With the way he switched from dry and wet kisses over your neck and collarbone, you couldn't possibly tone down your voice. But you didn't want to give the satisfaction, just yet. So you'd just hold back your voice behind an innocent little smile.

This little charade went on until he was ready to enter.

"You know, Y/N," he barked, his use of your name snapping your focus in two," you've been a slick bitch this whole time,"

He cocked his head to the side, baring his neck as his eyes narrowed," But I know you. I know every spot that makes you moan, so unless you been faking, tell me, why so quiet?"

You stared right back, lightly stating," You know why, Kat,"

He chuckled to himself. A cold chill raced through you. You hadn't heard that one, not unless he was about to fight. Oh. Oh no.

Without a word, Katsuki gripped you by the hips, flipped you over, and slammed you into the mattress. As you tried to prop yourself on your elbows to guage your surroundings, Bakugo's chest pushed into your shoulders, and the heel off his hand glued your face into the pillow.

"Since you wanna hold back, I better not hear a sound while I fuck you. Got it?"

You could only handle his initial thrusts. Once he sped up, your resolve crumbled, and moans flooded the crumpled pillow beneath you.

"That's what I fucking thought,"

Kirishima Eijirou

Tonight was a very special night. For your one year anniversary, Kirishima proposed a road trip out of country. It was your first big trip together and you were very nervous. But once you landed and headed toward the city, all your worries floated away. It was a busy day of shopping and sight-seeing, so by the time you had gotten back to the hotel room, and your bags were on the floor, you were expecting a cuddle bug of a boyfriend ready to watch foreign movies together. And, while his arms were wrapped around your waist, there was nothing innocent in the way he feebly asked, "Can I touch you?"

He'd just begun, but Kirishima was finding it hard to concentrate. Even though he made sure to spring for the presidential suite, meaning would be much harder for any neighbors to hear your little escapades, something about doing this in a hotel and not at home made you timid. Kirishima wanted to make sure you were comfortable, so, against his nature, he handed a pillow for you to bite as he laid you down. It couldn't have been more than three minutes, but he felt like it had been forever. And all because of that pillow. He just wanted to hear you, like he always did, but he couldn't risk you getting uncomfortable.

You seemed to notice his eyes darting around, and tapped his shoulder. He slowed to a stop.

"Are you okay?" he blurted in a flurry.

"I'm fine, are you? Do you wanna stop?" you asked," You seem distracted love,"

He let out a shuddered sigh, half chuckling at how cute you were, "I can't do this with that pillow in your mouth," he admitted.

"I know but I don't wanna get us kicked out on our first night,"

He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours, and started back up by slowly grinding into you. He could do this. He could be respectful. He could be- wait were you saying his name?

He grunted, ripping the pillow from your arms. Your hands attempted to replace the pillow, but he was quick to kiss you. You whimpered when he pulled back for air.

"Babe, I can't, they'll hear us,"

"Shh, just keep kissing me,"

Y'all kept it together until Kirishima bit your neck, which spelled your end. And he would join you, unfortunately startling an unsuspecting passerby.

Sero Hanta

When were they going to leave? This was just his luck getting you hot and bothered at a house party you were invited to. It was a sort of initiation into the Pro Hero inner circle. All his friends had been invited along with him, but he was absolutely floored once you walked in the door. You'd hinted you'd be fashionably late. It wasn't until he had snuck you into one of the guest rooms that he found out you were up to nothing good. He lowered you underwear to find a lavender nub peeking from your ass. It just took one look, and he got the message.

Just as he was beginning to feel like the luckiest man alive, a thump sounded outside the door. He'd barely bottomed out when he went rigid. He internally groaned as he defiantly turned his attention to your position beneath him. You looked like you heard it, too, but you never told him to stop. So Sero would manage shallow thrusts as he listened out for any cock blockers. But the sounds of your whines were making his eyes cross and his hips stutter. He caught a glimpse of you hiding your face in the pillow. Somehow you'd twisted your body away from him. And that just wasn't going to do. He was finally getting to have his lover, and he was going to get all of you.

Without breaking pace, Sero pried your arms from the pillow and wrapped them around his back.

"Scream for me, make me your pillow, baby. That's right, bite me,"

Turns out Denki was right, Sero had left with you.

Todoroki Shoto

You two didn't even make it to the bedroom. If you hadn't put your foot down about a "at least a shower, baby" then Shoto would've had you on his lap as soon as you got home. It was obvious he was feeling needy. You were fine with that, until you found yourself facing the reflection in the TV, holding to Shoto's thighs like a lifeline. You thanked God Shoto was too distracted with sex than undressing you properly, as you were afforded the sleep shirt that was currently keeping your squeals somewhat concealed.

Sadly, that didn't matter. Once Shoto had you throwing it back, it was over for him. His whimpers and incessant whines harmonized with yours beautifully. His arms snaked around your waist in an effort to keep you moving when your hips started to falter. The sound of his hips and his moans had your jaw dropping. Your shirt tail fell just as you reached your end. Shoto managed to slow down at the sound of you straight up mewling moaning as you finished beautifully on his thighs and couch.

He pressed his lips into your neck as you tried to catch your breath.

"Didn't know you could get so loud," He guided your jaw until you were looking him in the eyes,"Do it again, darling,"

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fics that have similar vibes to the fic Escapade by dolce_piccante as requested in this ask. So these fics have a mix of a few tropes including: fake relationship, tropical destination, weddings, and sex work. If you enjoy the fics, let the writers know with kudos and comments! You can find my other fic recs here! Happy reading!

Escapade by dolce_piccante / @haydolce (M, 146k)

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

—Harry/Louis—

🌊 For the Right Reasons by @juliusschmidt

(E, 105k, fake relationship+tropical destination) Harry doesn’t agree to be the Bachelor expecting to find love. He’s just hoping for an exciting jaunt around the world, half a dozen new friends, and, if he’s lucky, an amazing hj or two.

🌊 Sun Means The Sky'll Be Blue by PearlyDewdrops

(E, 91k, fake relationship+wedding) As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin's five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people's questions about his love life off his back.

🌊 Perfect Storm by @cherrystreet

(E, 80k, fake relationship+tropical destination+wedding) What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding?

🌊 If this feeling flows both ways. by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun

(M, 72k, fake relationship+sex work+wedding) the one where Louis hires an escort to go as his boyfriend to Lottie's wedding and to affirm his sexuality at several work engagements.

🌊 King of wishful thinking by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun

(M, 38k, fake relationship+sex work) “Just. Look I don't know if I want..” Louis scrubbed his face with his hand. “I'll pay for your time. Just come in.”

🌊 (your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones by flimsy / @flimsi

(E, 32k, fake relationship+wedding) Harry goes as Louis' date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.

🌊 Sweet Dreams Are Made of This by MrsStylinson

(M, 29k, fake relationship+wedding+sex work) Louis' sister is unknowingly getting married to the ex who broke his heart. When faced with the prospect of turning up alone, Louis panics and hires a corporate escort named Harry.

🌊 Lovin' you is a gift by @softfonds

(E, 25k, fake relationship+sex work) With his 28th birthday approaching, Louis was looking forward to celebrating in New York City with an all-expenses paid trip. He just didn't expect to spend it with an escort when he suddenly finds himself single a few days before it.

🌊 Whatever Floats Your Boat by larryftnoctrl / @the-larry-way

(NR, 24k, fake relationship+wedding+tropical destination) When Harry's mother convinces him to attend his ex's wedding, he must enlist support in the form of his handsome and charming best friend, flatmate and convincing fake boyfriend, Louis. 

🌊 Under the Moonlight by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 15k, fake relationship+tropical destination) One fateful summer a silly little lie, a family vacation and an accidental meet up lead to a week of fake dating on Mallorca. All in all, a holiday Louis won't easily forget.

—Rare Pairs—

🌊 follow the sun by carissima

(T, 4k, Niall/Zayn) Zayn needs a date to his cousin's wedding. Niall's ready, willing and available to be his plus one.

🌊 Sugar, Yes Please by @fallinglikethis

(G, 3k, Louis/Zayn) Louis' ex is getting married and craigslist is his best bet for finding a quick date.

[jamneuromain]

The Banquet

Chris Evans x You (Reader)

Warning: Smut, 18+, Semi-public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex in Bathroom

Summary:

Banquets are always boring. You are certain of it. However, your boyfriend sitting next to you certainly makes things better. For today, you have some soup for appetizer, salmon for main course, and a quickie in the bathroom for fun.

Banquets are always boring. You are certain of it.

Certain of the fact that people would go to great lengths – neither eating nor drinking – so that their pictures won’t be hideous. Certain of the fact that the food never suiting your taste. Certain of the fact that they always exchange fake smiles, fake laughs, and fake sincerity while making a toast.

However, your boyfriend sitting next to you certainly makes things better.

Chris would shield you from cameras, secretly share his opinions regarding food, and provide you with little escapades to divert your attention.

Well, escapade might have been a strong word. But you will still call them escapades when he finds a dark corner to fuck you real quick.

For today, you have some soup for appetizer, salmon for main course, and a quickie in the bathroom for fun.

You were waiting for dessert when Chris drew a cross on your thigh, meaning you are going to excuse yourself from the table and he will catch up in a minute.

Bathroom. That’s where you are going. You went to the bathroom right before the banquet began. Not only is it a ten-minute walk away from the tables, but also it is hidden in a corner between halls, making your appearances in the same bathroom less detectable. A bonus point being there’s no camera pointing at the bathroom.

You are about to step into the lady’s room when a faint scent of your favorite cologne hits your nose. A solid chest crushes your shoulder.

“Sorry, but I think you are heading the wrong way.” The familiar voice whispers by your ear, and you almost laugh because your favorite person sneaks an arm around your waist. Chris Evans, THE Captain America, plans to fuck you in the bathroom. The media will go nuts trying to get their hands on this piece of dirt.

You almost purr at his words, turning your most seductive voice on, “but Sir, I’m waiting for my boyfriend. Have you met him?” You turn to meet his blue eyes with a speck of green in them, “he’s six foot tall,” your hand traces his arm and shoulder, feeling his muscles flex under your touch, and stopping at the base of his neck, “has a glorious beard,” you pull yourself close, nearly whispering the final sentence, “and awfully hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement. He dips his head to steal a kiss from you.

“Glorious, huh? I thought you like me clean-shaven.” Chris mutters within an inch of your lips, “wait here for me will ya?”

He takes a second to stride inside the male’s room. Luckily, there’s no one inside. Chris grabs you by your wrist and you stumble into a stall with the door closed behind you.

“This dress is a fuckin’ tease.” He growls, pressing wet hot kisses on the thin line above your breasts. “Wanna fuck you since I saw you.”

You let out a breathy moan in response. You have been doing quickies way too many times than you should, and he knows exactly how to turn you on.

He bends you over, your back arching, grinding on his hard erection.

“Can’t wait.” You whisper.

Your blue dress splits mid-thigh, giving him the perfect opportunity to finger your pussy. You know right that second that he’s going to be awe-struck by something he totally didn’t expect: what you put under your dress.

“Fuck.” He hisses by your ear, “A thong?”

In your defense, you have to. Otherwise, the tight dress will display your pantie line, and that is not some view you want others to see. But you are smart enough to rile him up just a little bit more.

“Thought it’d be convenient for you to fu-” Your sentence is cut off, as he shoves two fingers between your pussy lips and strums your clit in a fast and painful rhythm. He did not bother to take off your thong, only snapping the string – let’s face it, that thing between your thighs is quite literally a string – to the side. You simply cannot speak; your voice contorts into an audible moan. Your core tightens, threatening to snap at any second. Your poor bundle of nerves is set on fire with his skilled fingers. He toys you without mercy, and palms your ass with his other hand, spanking you till you’re red and sore.

The bathroom door flings open. Sounds of leather shoes clacking come rustling in. If you are clear-headed, you can make out two men come to use the bathroom. But you are knee-deep in pleasure and pain that you missed the sound other than your blood soaring through your ears.

“We’ve got company, babe.” Chris pulls down his zipper, his bulbous head teasing your soaking entrance. He puffs out a hot breath, his beard cutting into your sensitive skin, “better be quiet.”

One hand resting on your belly, the other holding on to your waist, Chris slams you back onto his painfully hard dick.

No matter how many times you two fuck each other, there’s no way you can bear his thick length at the very beginning. You are stretched to the fullest, your clit throbbing for lacking attention, tears, and sweat smearing your make-up. He presses your belly, making sure he’s settled inside. You can practically feel his dick rearranging your guts and you almost scream for the sensitivity.

He pulls out before sheathing himself entirely inside your pussy. Your velvety walls convulse violently and he curses. Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, your hands fly up to the bathroom stall before you completely collapse against it. Under this circumstance, it’s a total miracle that you are still able to stand.

“Man, you’ve seen her? She’s absolutely stunning.” One of the men speaks. You nearly have an orgasm from the proximity between where you two are and the stranger.

“Yeah well, that guy got lucky though.” The other complaints in reply, “that blue dress? Fuck me. She’s hot.”

Well, fuck you. Strangers. Plural. Double the chances of being caught. Your channel tightens, and Chris thrusts experimentally. You bite back on your moan. The aftershock sends sparks to the end of your fingertips, and the irregular contract does NOT help your intention of keeping it down.

Fuck Chris for being Chris too.

Chris seems to hear your mind, “feels good, huh? I bet the boys outside are talking about you.” He mutters. You can hear the smugness in his voice, taking all the pride in the world for having you as his girlfriend. You muffle yourself with the back of your hand from slipping out more noises when his dick hits a spot that shocks you with pure bliss.

“That dress does hug her ass, I bet her boyfriend loves it.” The first one stresses his opinion, causing sniggering between the two.

“Chris Evans is an ass man after all.” The other laughs along.

Your blood freezes, ice shards crawl under your skin, your brain goes numb, unable to think clearly.

They are talking about you.

About you being Chris’ girlfriend. About your dress suiting your ass just fine.

The dirty talk and the imaginary fantasy? You are fine with it. But when it comes to people ACTUALLY talking about you and your body outside the bathroom stall, where you and your boyfriend are fucking each other? For a spilt second, you fear that Chris would punch the guys in the face.

Chris most definitely feels your body go rigid, as he fumbles with your clit. “Fuck, you’re clenching me.” He sputters out a curse, his neck flushes red, his mouth forms an “O” but soon brands the joint between your neck and your shoulder in a wet sloppy kiss.

You don’t know how your body can be burning and freezing at the same time. Flames engulf your every sense when he pinches your clit and snaps your hip backward to meet his, while you are terrified of being discovered, your tight channel grips him like a vice. He slows down his motion, hanging you on the edge of pleasure, having you whisper-yelling, choking pleas as you try your best to spin around and beg him with your watery eyes.

“Did you hear something?” One of the men asks, his voice lacing with suspicion, as he approaches the closed stalls.

You hold your breath, nearly crying out when Chris plays with your body like an instrument again.

His finger sneaks down to your clit and rubs torturous circles. Just barely an amount of stimulation that keeps your synapses light up, but not enough for you to reach the delicious peak that you are craving at the moment. You want to turn around and shoot him a glare for edging you like this, only that it is impossible when you are pinned between his strong muscular body and the bathroom stall.

“Nah, man, there’s nothing. You’re being paranoid. C’mon, I think I heard Ryan Reynolds talking outside.” The other grunts impatiently, footsteps moving away from the bathroom stalls gradually. “If we’re lucky, we could earn a chance in the new Deadpool movie…”

With clatters of leather shoes hurrying outside, you finally let out the breath you have been holding for so long. “Chris,” you beg shakily, “please.”

You can’t take it anymore. The excitement, the stimulation, the fear of getting caught, all of it. You are being torn apart by the delicious friction he’s drawing out inside your body and your pounding heart, which is trying to leap out of your throat.

A few lazy strokes reply to your plea, hitting a soft spot that has you whimpering.

“Oh sweetheart,” he spins you around, the emptiness for a short period of time makes you whine, but quickly he sheathes himself in, stuffing your quivering pussy full once again, “so needy, huh? Can’t come without me?”

Your arms lay on his shoulders since you have zero control over your body – or strength to smack the grin off his face for that matter. To tell the truth, you won’t even if you could. The grin, the devious smirk, suits him just fine. His pupils are lust-blown, the blue in his eyes replaced with a shade of darkness, turning you more on. How that is possible in your present fucked-out state, you don’t know.

“Can’t. Need you. Fuck me so good.” You can barely form a complete sentence; words reduce to a barely audible murmur. Bathroom? Doesn’t matter. Male bathroom? Matters even less. You want release, you want your orgasm. You want Chris to fuck you, to ruin you, to crush you with his body weight as you descend into heaven.

You let out a gasp when he lifts your thighs to his waist, a sign for you to hold on to him.

“Since you beg so nicely.” He rams into you before the sentence leaves his lips, blocking your ragged moans with his sinfully hot red lips. Your poor pussy finally gives in, and the coil in your abdomen explodes into a thousand pieces. Your mind goes blank for seconds, as too much pleasure takes root in your flesh and bones.

He kisses your temple, whispering your name as you come down from your high. Your limbs feel like jello, and you lean onto him, your weight completely on him with a full amount of trust.

“You alright, babe?” Chris cradles your chin in the utmost delicate way. His blue eyes scan over your features, checking whether you are still in a good state. “Is it too much?”

You gasp when the long-forgotten thong goes back to where it belongs, which is your ruined pussy, and you chew your lower lip sheepishly. Chris, however, chuckles, pulling the offending string/thong down your shin and stuffing it in his pocket in one fluid motion.

As the both of you dodge the afterparty and get into the car his team arranged for you, you wince due to the sensitivity of your abused pussy and spanked ass. The feeling is uncomfortable but most welcomed. Hyperventilation brings out the rosiness on your cheeks, and you smile a bit too hard because of the post-orgasmic bliss.

Your stomach grumbles lightly, Lisa’s pot roast practically calls out to your now-empty belly. But you don’t miss the soufflé for dessert. Not a single bit.

[lozchi]

hii I just read your taehoon fic and it was so nice to read I love the way you write! May i request a gun x reader one?

Only your protector

A/N: Tysm! I wasn't actually planning on doing Lookism fics. Read my about page to see what I actually write about. But I thought about it for a while and an idea a few ideas actually popped in my head, so... Gun x reader it is. Pairing: Park Jong Geon x GN!reader Themes: Falling in love, Gun as your bodyguard, profanity, fluff (because I can't stop it), you as a Choi (you're siblings with Crystal now hahaha)

There are days where instead of Gun being your bodyguard who'll look after your antics, protecting you from danger far and wide, he'll be finding himself participating in your bullshit. He couldn't help but steal glances when he thought you weren't looking, his heart doing somersaults that had nothing to do with the threats around you. Instead of being ONLY a protective bodyguard, he acts like a... Totally not your boyfriend. Or at least, that's what he tried to convince himself. The way he got caught up in your schemes, the way his stoic demeanor cracked into a fond smile in your presence, it was all just an elaborate ruse, right?

Your charms, your quirks, they were slowly chipping away at his facade. Instead of not being smitten with your appearance in the same way how he doesn't with Crystal—well, you can say he's fucked up at this. This wasn't in the contract, wasn't it? Gun was supposed to be the impenetrable barrier between you and danger, nothing more. Yet, there he was, willingly letting you hop onto his back as you embarked on your reckless escapades from one shop to another. It was thrilling in a way that was entirely unexpected. Sometimes, a rather odd thought comes to mind. If there was something else that he could explore between the both of you, a connection that went beyond professionalism, beyond duty. The idea lingered like a persistent whisper, the notion of safeguarding you not as an obligation but as a lifelong quest, a mission of the heart.

The contract didn't account for these emotions, for the way his resolve wavered every time you laughed, every time your eyes met his—god fucking dammit, it's too much to handle. Do you know how much you make him feel? But rules and contracts be damned, because Gun found himself willingly tangled in the web you had spun. Whether it was the thrill of danger or the enchantment of your presence, he couldn't deny that he was hooked. And maybe, just maybe, he was ready to renegotiate the terms of his own heart.

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ "Oh, why did you have to pick THAT?"

If there was one thing that he found quite odd about you, is that you're a goddamn cheapskate despite being the daughter or a snobby and rich ass geezer. Like, why did you have to buy the fakes when you have more than enough to buy a few more of the same luxury item? But it was probably just you being a well-spent person. In contrast to him wearing his lavish clothing. "Maybe I was broke in my past life, I dunno." You shrugged as you put the item back down, receiving a stare of disapproval from Gun. On top of your stinginess, was your fashion sense. Seriously, you could learn a thing or two from Crystal or Jay. But hey, it's all subjective in the end anyway. As long as you look good in it, that's what matters.

But that's the problem. Gun can't even be irritated at you with your choices, because to him, you look good—no, stunning, drop-dead gorgeous. A tiny part of him desperately wanted to step in and steer you toward different choices, ones that matched his own refined tastes. Yet, as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he resigned himself to the role of a silent observer. There you were, paying for your eclectic mix of purchases, and he couldn't deny that even if he didn't quite understand your style, he was thoroughly captivated by everything you did. After all, you were a paradox he was more than happy to be bewildered by. - Walking back to the car with a handful of bags in his hands and a few in yours, Gun can't help but admire the beauty on your face as the city lights shines down on you. Those lips of yours, an irresistible temptation, were practically begging for his touch, but alas, such thoughts remained confined in his dreams. "Do you believe in past lives?" What do you think? Of course, he doesn't. But if the idea amuses you, he'll play along. "No." Or not. Your pursuit of quirky topics persisted; each inquiry met with Gun's deadpan responses. Past lives, soulmates, – all of it was dismissed as nonsensical. He couldn't fathom why you'd engage in such conversations. Did the thought of you as a humble peasant in a former life, compared to your current extravagant lifestyle, thrill you?

"What about soul-" "Not even that." "Astrology?" "Pseudoscience and shit." "Aliens?" "Okay, you're just getting ridiculous." "You're no fun, aren't you? Do you even believe in love?"

The question hits him like a truck as if he were getting isekai'd into another universe. Bye bye PTJverse, hello SuperString . For a few seconds, he's silent, stopping in his tracks only for you to glance back at him. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, whispering a soft;

"Yeah." "Being a pervert has nothing to do with love though." You earned a roll of his eyes and a huff, though a chuckle escaped his lips regardless. The banter between you two was as natural as breathing.

And so, the journey home continued, marked by your friendly bickering and his jacket over you. It was a dance the two of you knew well, a rhythm that spoke of camaraderie and something more, lingering just beneath the surface.

Yeah, fuck it. He's in love with you. Tagging @iloveparkjonggun

[loserboyfriendrjl]

"how did this happen?" marlene asked, dabbing at sirius' wound with a wet cloth.

it was stained red.

sirius was sitting on the washbasin cabinet, his grey eyes flicking between marlene's hand and his bloody knee. the dim light of the bathroom fell right on his eyes, making his eyelashes look silver, and his eyes mad.

"i told you, i got caught up in a fence when i was sneaking out away from hogsmeade today."

"you might get away with lies like that when you're telling them to remus, james or peter, but not me." she didn't look at him. "i'm not fooled that easily, and i think we've done enough shit together to know when you're lying or not, sirius."

sirius covered his eyes with the heels of his palms and chuckled quietly. "you won't believe me if i'll tell you."

marlene laughed, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. "i have four brothers. believe me, nothing is actually impossible. now, say goodbye to the lame excuse of," she air-quoted, "i got caught up in a fence when i was sneaking out away from hogsmeade today, and tell me what happened."

"promise you won't laugh." he pointed a finger to her, and she noticed that his black nail polish was chipped. marlene made a mental note to give him some to fix them. "you know what? save it. don't promise me anything. i know you'll laugh either because you think it's funny or just to spite me, so there's no point in trying."

she threw her hands up, clutching the cloth in her hand. "okay, you caught me. go on."

"it is, actually, a hogsmeade escapade story."

"cut the bullshit!" she exclaimed, lightly shoving him.

"it was!" he said, laughing. "i snuck out with remus and we were snogging down an alleyway near scrivenshafts and i heard some footsteps and i could make out the sounds of my brother's expensive shoes so, naturally, i didn't want him to see me snogging some bloke, and one of my best friends, while we're at that, so we ran off, but i got caught in some bush and i fell to my knees-"

"in front of remus! obscene!"

"piss off!" he laughed. "i fell and scraped my knee."

"oh my god! you literally fell for him!" she cackled. "after you got hurt just so that you two wouldn't be caught sneaking off and with the other's tongue down your respective throats, it's gotta be obvious that, if you'd do that for him, you gotta tie the knot. you ought to marry him!" she joked, slapping him lightly with the cloth. "he's the man made for you."

"he is, isn't he?" sirius asked, a lovestruck grin spreading across his face, and marlene resisted the urge to not roll her eyes.

merlin, he was in love.

"that sounds like a cheesy, movie love story!" she fake-gagged, snickering.

"i can make it be. whatever he wants me to, whatever he wants us to be, we'll be just that. after last year, i wouldn't want to fuck up my relationship with him again."

"eugh! he's turned you soft!"

"has not! you're just jealous because i have a boyfriend and you're still single," sirius teased her, wiggling himself in her direction.

"yeah, right," she grinned, leaning against the sink as she turned the tap water on. "i'm happy for you, sirius. hope it works out the way you want it to be and that you'll be happy and married and with two dogs and three cats and all that soppy shit."

and she really wished for that, deep within her, and she looked up to him, beaming. sirius smiled back, lopsided and full of secrets.

[somethingboutafic]

Fake Dating

MARRIED FOR A WEEK?! by gravitycentered (M) word count: 20,424 Hi guys :) You might recognize Harry from one or two of my old videos .. I was tagged in the Married for a week challenge so I asked him to be my husband ! We had to live together for a week and take each other out on a couple romantic dates and that, check out the video to see how it went :) Give it a like if you enjoyed and maybe subscribe if you haven't already. Love you all - Louis x

Pillow Talk by FallingLikeThis (E) word count: 25,981 When Harry starts having confusing feelings for a male classmate, his sister's best friend, Louis, helps him figure himself out. Cue lots of kissing, sex, and falling in love.

(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones by flimsy (E) word count: 32,945 Harry goes as Louis' date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.

Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by angelichl (E) word count: 40,296 When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing. INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor (M) word count: 46,173 Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

Chestnuts Roasting... And All That by elsi_bee (M) word count: 46,760 Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along.

Perfect Storm by cherrystreet (E) word count: 80,230 What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding. Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Back From The Edge by sincewewereeighteen (M) word count: 113,059 the one in which Harry is a closeted actor who needs to do a PR stunt during his break, only he wasn't counting on falling for his beard's best friend. It gets messy.

nobody shines the way you do by wildestdreams (E) word count: 115,194 Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.

It's Fine To Fake It 'Til You Make It ('Til It's True) by sunflouwerhabit (NR) word count: 141,194 Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave. In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.

Escapade by dolce_piccante (E) word count: 146,241 In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

The Greatest Thing by infinitelymint (E) word count: 163,789 Harry and Louis haven’t spoken since the band broke up when a dangerous combination of Niall Horan, tequila, and an ordained Elvis impersonator means that the two of them have to embark on their biggest publicity stunt to date - together. (aka the semi-canon accidentally married in Vegas fic that has been seven years in the making)

[theroseempress]

This whole Goncharov escapade is giving me flashbacks to my 10 year old self. Let me explain;

One year, when I was somewhere around ten or eleven, my friends were pestering me relentlessly about 'having a crush/boyfriend.'

I did not have a crush/boyfriend, and did not want a crush/boyfriend. So, for some reason my melodramatic little brain decided instead of just saying that- though in my defense, I doubt it would have stopped them pestering me- I was going to invent a WHOLE MAN to be my 'boyfriend.'

I named him Jason or something else that started with a J, made up fake dates to tell my friends about, told them about how nice he was, ecetera ecetera. It was a delightful time.

As I recall, I kept this up for two to three weeks before getting bored, (I now wish I'd kept it running longer, for the record) and deciding to end it with a bang.

What was this bang, you might ask? Simple. The next time we met up and they asked about Jason, I looked forlorn and mournfully explained that he'd broken up with me. Over text, because according to some books I'd read, that was the rudest way to break up with someone.

They were very sad, comforted me, were mad at Jason, and so on. (I'm just now realizing that was actually quite nice of them and feel mildly guilty)

And they never pestered me about boyfriends again. VICTORY.

In conclusion, this website has the energy of my melodramatic ten-year-old self, and I am here for it.