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one more time | luke patterson

paring: fem!reader x alive!luke patterson

set in: 1995. luke and reader are both 18.

summary: Luke needs some help relaxing, and you’re right there to help him relax … (4) “make me” & (32) “do that one more time and and see what happens”

requested: yes

length: medium

rating: PG-13

warnings: NSFW CONTENT. dirty talk and language throughout. heavy makeout session included, oral sex (male receiving). implied sex

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You are getting ready for the band’s practice. Luke invited you to come by. Their big performance at the Orpheum is in two weeks, and the guys are all so excited. Luke hasn’t been afraid to take out any energy he gets from being excited on you. You don’t mind though.

After changing into a white cropped tank top, black and white plaid miniskirt, and a black leather jacket with heeled black ankle boots, you leave your house. Your parents are never around anyway so you never ask for permission to go anywhere.

The trek from your house to the garage where the band practices is about a mile and a half. You shoot glares at the guys who whistle at you as you walk.

Twenty minutes later, you arrive at the garage. No music is coming from the garage, and the doors are open. You pop your head in to see Alex. “Hey,” you say, getting the blonde’s attention. “Where are Luke, Bobby, and Reggie?”

“Snacks and drinks,” Alex says. “Luke told me to stay in case you popped by. I love your outfit.” He gives you a kind smile.

You smile back at Alex, saying, “Thank you. The hoodie I let you borrow looks good on you. Pink is definitely your color.” Alex laughs and you join him on the couch. “How has practice been?”

Alex shrugs and says, “Luke’s been on us today. The vibes been kinda off. We’d mess up one note and suddenly he’d stop playing and practically yell at us. I know he’s stressing out because of the performance, but he needs to relax.”

There are voices outside of the garage as you say, “I can help with that, but I’ll need you to take Reggie and Bobby somewhere for like an hour when I give you a signal.” Alex nods, agreeing to what you said.

The rest of Sunset Curve walks into the garage and your eyes land right on your boyfriend of two years. You’ve been with him since you were sixteen, and you’re both eighteen now. He’s wearing a sleeveless t-shirt with jeans that are ripped at the knee. A string is tied around his waist, holding his pants up. He has a black beanie on his head. Your black beanie.

“Hey, Y/N,” Reggie says. “You look very nice this afternoon.”

Luke eyes you up and down, taking you in. You cross your right leg over you left leg, your skirt rising up a bit as you cross your legs. His eyes widen before he clears his throat, saying, “Now or Never?”

Reggie, Alex, and Bobby all nod before getting their instruments. Luke comes over to you, saying in your ear, “I really like that skirt, Y/N. You look good.”

You smirk up at Luke, saying, “Imagine what it’ll look like on the floor of the loft upstairs.” Your secret little getaway is up the ladder. You’ve spent so many nights here with Luke upstairs in that loft. Nights spent cuddles, talking, and having sex. There’s an air mattress up there, blanks, pillows, and a lantern for light.

His eyes widen some more and he says, “Such a tease, Y/N.” You playfully wink at him before he walks to his guitar, making sure that it’s tuned.

The guys play what’s probably their most popular song. You bang your head to the beat.

Then it happens. Reggie plays the wrong note on accident and Luke stops playing, facing the basest. “Reg, dude,” Luke says. “Again?”

Reggie blinks at Luke and says, “I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

“You can’t be doing that when we play the Orpheum,” Luke lectures. “It needs to be perfect. You can’t play the wrong note.”

Alex looks at you on the couch, and you say, “Luke, baby. Come here.”

Your boyfriend looks over at you, putting his guitar on the stand and walking over to you. As Luke puts his guitar down, you point at Reggie, Alex, and Bobby then point at the door. Alex nods and grabs the two other guys, leaving the garage as Luke sits beside you.

You turn and face Luke, saying, “You need to relax, baby. It was an accident.”

Luke looks at you and says, “Our performance needs to be perfect, Y/N. They can’t be-”

“Luke, they’re human,” you say, interrupting him. “Putting pressure on them like you are will only make them mess up more. They want the performance to be perfect too, but if you’re breathing down their necks then it won’t happen. You need to calm down, baby. Take a bit to relax.” You gently run your fingers down Luke’s chest until they hit the waistband of his jeans.

Confused, and slightly turned on, Luke asks, “What are you, uh, doing?”

You smile slightly, saying, “Helping you relax.”

He panics a bit and says, “Y/N. The guys. What if they walk back in?”

“They won’t,” you tell him. “Alex knows what’s going on and he’ll keep the guys away for a little bit.”

Luke relaxes under your touch a bit, and you notice his breathing speed up as your fingers pass his waistband and run over his crotch area. Luke’s hazel eyes flicker to your face then down at your fingers that are now on one of his thighs. “Y/N,” he gasps. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You hide a smirk by biting your lip, saying, “Good.”

Your boyfriend reaches up and pulls you into a kiss. Well, he tries to. You pull back and leave a few inches of space between your lips and his. Luke pouts and meets your eyes. “Y/N,” he whines. “I wanna kiss you. I really wanna kiss you.”

“Are you relaxed yet?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

He groans slightly and throws his head back. You smile and begin to work at the knot on the string holding up his pants. “Don’t worry,” you say, trying to be seductive. “You’ll be relaxed soon enough.”

Luke watches your fingers work at his pants. He lifts his hips off the couch when you begin to slide his jeans off his body. You see the very obvious bulge in his boxer shorts as the pants pool at his ankles on the floor. You move so you’re straddling Luke’s bulge. He looks up at you as you rest your hands on his shoulders. “Y/N-” he starts before you grind your clothed sex on his bulge. A soft groan passes Luke’s lips. “Do that one more time and see what happens.”

You smirk and say, “Oh, I’m so scared.” Then you do it one more time. Luke groans again and his hands fly to your waist, holding you still.

Your boyfriend looks up at you, leaning up. His lips brush against yours as he says, “You should be.” His words make you shiver a bit, or maybe it’s the cool air hitting your arms from Luke pushing off your jacket.

Wanting to still be in control of the situation, you slide off Luke’s lap and sink to your knees in front of him. “You don’t get control this time, Patterson,” you say. “You just sit there, and look hot, while I help you relax.”

His eyes widen a bit when you pull off the thin fabric separating his erect member from the cool air. He shivers a bit when he’s exposed to you. Luke’s member stands up against his stomach before you take him in your hand, beginning to pump him slowly. He squirms under your touch, gripping the couch cushions. “God, Y/N,” he groans.

You smirk before you slowly begin to slide him into your mouth. You move your head lower onto his member slowly. Luke watches you, his hands moving from the couch to your hair. He grips slightly, which motivates you to bob your head up and down, sucking gently. Luke hisses and curses under his breath. You swirl your tongue around Luke’s tip and Luke says, “Y/N, don’t be a tease.”

Then you lower your mouth back down onto Luke. He smiles and lets out a soft whine as you suck him closer to an orgasm. He throws his head back as you use your hand to make up for what you can’t fit in your mouth. His breathing soon becomes labored and you feel him hit the back of your throat.

“Y/N, unless you want me to cum in your throat, pull back now,” Luke warns. You slightly shake your head and keep going.

Luke’s breathing quickens some more and you feel warm liquid down your throat. You pull back from his member and swallow every drop, licking a bit that started rolling from the corner of your mouth. You smirk at your boyfriend.

He blinks at you as he recovers, saying, “God you’re sexy.”

You wink at him and say, “You say that but you look like that.” While you were focusing on pleasuring Luke, he pulled off his shirt. His pants are around his ankles and he’s still slightly panting as he recovers from his orgasm.

“Shut up,” Luke says, a smile forming on his face.

You crawl back up onto Luke’s lap, straddling his thighs. “Make me,” you challenge.

Luke smirks and pulls you into a rough kiss. Your lips move quickly and harshly against Luke’s. His hands are on your thighs, slowly running to your lower back then down to your ass. He grips your ass slightly and you squeal. He picks you up and lays you on your back.

Your hands find their way into Luke’s hair. You push it away from his eyes. One of Luke’s hands is on the couch, holding him above you, while the other is on your thigh. You wrap your legs around Luke’s waist and you feel him begin to grind against your body beneath him. Your breathing quickens as his member runs over your clothed core.

“God, Luke,” you member into the rough kiss. “Fuck me already.”

He smirks and begins to pull at your clothes, throwing them to the floor. “Gladly,” he states.

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1-800-273-8255 | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader and Charlie can’t stand each other, yet they live together. things change between them after reader has an episode in front of Charlie

requested: no

length: medium

rating: PG-13 (for sensitive content)

warnings: conversation about mental health, a mental breakdown, mentions of depression, suicide. language throughout.

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author’s note: i wrote most of this in the middle of the night because i was having a bad day and had no one to talk to because it was the middle of the night. writing is how i help get out how i feel when no one is around to talk to, so this was born. most of this imagine is based off how i feel and what i’ve experienced when feeling this way

another author’s note: at the end of this imagine will be a carrd to with mental health resources / hotlines if you or someone you know if struggling with their mental health

!! sensitive / triggering content below - do not read if you think this will trigger you in any way !!

One day. One day you will wake up and you won’t feel like this. One day you will wake up and not feel like a burden to everyone around you. One day you will wake up and not feel like staying in bed and crying all day. One day you will wake up and not have these thoughts of “no one will miss me if I just disappeared”.

That day is not today.

The minute you opened your eyes, you knew today was going to be a rough day. All these feelings just hit you like a truck from the minute you woke up. It’s just unfair that you haven’t even started your day and you already feel like this.

The worst part is that you have to deal with your roommate, and who you think is the devil reincarnated, Charlie. He’s not working today and you have to leave your room because you do have plans to go see your best friends, Savannah and Madison. Yes, you met them through Charlie but you’ve bonded with them and now they’re two of your closest friends.

You stare up at your ceiling until your alarm goes off. With a groan, you roll over and turn it off. You have texts from Sav and Madi in the group chat that you have with them. They’re asking when the three of you should meet up and where you should meet up. You decide to ignore those texts and take it on hour at a time.

First thing first, though. You need to deal with your roommate.

Honestly, you don’t remember how you ended up with Charlie as a roommate. All you know is one second you were living with your best friend from home and the next you were moving into Charlie’s apartment in Venice. In between is a little fuzzy.

You get up out of bed and put on a hoodie to cover up your tank top. You tie your messy hair in a bun before you wrap your arms around yourself and leave your room.

The smell of bacon hits you and you emerge from the hallway that leads to yours and Charlie’s bedroom. You spot Charlie in a sleeveless t-shirt and khaki shorts. His hair is down and in his face as he cooks on the stove.

Against your better judgement, you sit at the kitchen island and watch Charlie as he cooks breakfast. “I hope you’re not planning on eating what I’m cooking,” he says. “What I’m cooking is for me and for me only.”

With a sigh being your response, you don’t say anything. It’s too early and you’re in too bad of a mood to deal with Charlie’s snarkiness.

When you stay quiet, Charlie turns and looks at you. Surprise is written all over his face as he says, “What, no snarky remark? That’s very unlike you, Y/N. You always have something to say.”

“Not today, Charlie,” you say, rubbing your face. “I’m too tired to deal with you today.”

Charlie asks, “Stay up too late watching Sex Education or something?”

You mumble, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Then you get up and walk back to your room. You accidentally slam your bedroom door shut and you wince at the loud noise.

It felt good to slam something though. You eye a book sitting on your bedside table and you chuck it at the wall. That felt really good. You grab a pillow from your bed and you throw it at the door.

Everything you’re feeling comes at you all at once. Everything hits you so hard that you begin to cry while you throw things around you’re room.

You’re tired. You’re tired of waking up and feeling like ending it all before the day starts. You’re tired of dealing with your asshole roommate, who definitely doesn’t make things easier when you have days like this.

You’re so fucking tired.

As a vase flies across the room, your bedroom door opens. A concerned Charlie stands in the doorway, looking at you with a dumbfounded look on his face. “Y/N?” he asks, getting your attention.

“Get out!” you yell at him, not meaning to yell. “I mean it, Charlie. Get out!”

Charlie’s face hardens and he says, “No. I won’t get out. You’re crying and throwing things around to the point where we might get a noise complaint against us.”

You stare at him and you say, “I honestly don’t care about a fucking noise complaint, Charlie. If someone has a problem then they can come to me.”

He looks at you and asks, “What’s going on with you today? You’re always in a good mood, well, until you’re around me.”

“I’m never in a good mood, Charlie,” you sigh. “It’s all a façade. I’m miserable. I’m so fucking miserable. I wake up and don’t want to get up for the day. I wake up and feel so sad before the day even starts. I’m tired of it.”

Charlie slowly approaches you. You’ve started sobbing at this point. Hesitantly, Charlie hugs you. Deciding to not fight him, you embrace the hug. You wrap your arms around his torso as he wraps his arms around your neck. You rest your forehead on his shoulder and the two of you stand in the middle of your room as you cry.

Both of you stand for what seems like hours, embracing each other. You just standing in Charlie’s arms and crying. He eventually starts to run his fingers through your hair to soothe you.

When you stop crying, you look up at Charlie and he says, “I may be a pain in your ass sometimes, but I do care for you, Y/N. I do, believe it or not. I do apologize if I’ve made you feel miserable or upset when you woke up like that.”

You nod and say, “You have made me feel miserable, I won’t lie.”

“Ouch, Y/N,” he says, smiling. “I’m trying to help you out here and you say that.”

With a small smile, you say, “Sorry, but it’s the truth.”

Charlie laughs and says, “I know. I’m sorry too. Do you, um, want to maybe talk about it?”

Almost surprised by the question, you say, “I, um, you probably wouldn’t understand where I’m coming from, Charlie.”

He shrugs and says, “Well, probably not, but sometimes all someone needs is an ear to listen. I’ll be that ear for you if you need me to be.”

You sigh, walking away from Charlie. You sit on your bed for a second, contemplating if you want to tell him everything that runs through your head. You’re nervous that you’ll scare him with some of the stuff that you say. Honestly, you wouldn’t be opposed to that.

“It’s been like this for years,” you start. “Dealing with waking up with no motivation, no will. I’ve never gotten help, and there have been days where I just wanted it all to just stop.”

Confused, Charlie asks, “Stop? What do you mean stop?”

You gently bite your lip, a nervous tic that you’ve gained over the years. “I’ve occasionally wanted to just stop living. There used to be days where I would rather die than live with no motivation or will.”

Charlie’s eyes widen and he asks, “But you don’t think like that anymore?”

“No,” you sigh. “I have things I decided to needed to live for.”

Curious, your roommate asks, “Like what? What do you need to live for?”

After thinking for a moment, you say, “My family, my friends, my fans. Who’s going to be a pain in your ass if I just died? Plus, there are things I want to achieve before I die so I decided to stay alive.”

He smiles when you make the little ‘who’s gonna be a pain in your ass’ comment toward him. “Well, I’m glad you’re alive,” Charlie tells you. “I really do care about you even though we have our little thing going. If you died, I’d actually be kinda upset.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “That’s shocking,” you say. “Really. Charlie Gillespie caring for me? That’s really shocking.”

“Yeah, well, I do care about the people I love,” he says. Both of you stop when he says that statement. Your eyes widen and you look at Charlie. He looks extremely nervous, like he didn’t mean to say that.

Confused, you ask, “You love me? In what way?”

Slowly and hesitantly, Charlie says, “Romantically?” It’s more of a question than it is an answer.

You blink at him before you say, “I thought you hated me.”

Charlie lets out a nervous laugh before saying, “I never outright said I hated you, Y/N. It’s actually the opposite. I just went along with our little banter because I thought you hated me.”

“I do think you’re the devil incarnate sometimes,” you admit. “But I’ve also never outright said I hated you so ...” You trail off and look at Charlie.

Both of you are quiet for a few seconds before you say, “So, what now?”

He looks at you and says, “Whatever you want, Y/N.”

Slowly, you say, “Stay with me for a little bit? No smartass comments are allowed though.”

A smile forms on Charlie’s face as he says, “Your wish is my command.”

An hour ago, you were dreading seeing Charlie. Now, you’re glad that he agreed to stay with you. It’s crazy how that happens.

***

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or what | owen joyner

paring: fem!reader x owen joyner

summary: Owen visits reader while she’s at work, but he causes a distraction when she has a report due in less than an hour ... (11) “don’t be a tease” “or what”

requested: yes

length: on the long side of medium

rating: R

warnings: SMUT. semi-public teasing / touching, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

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“What do you mean he wants the report in an hour!” you practically shout to your assistant. “He gave me a week to do it, knowing I have more important reports to do, and now I have an hour and present it to him?”

Your assistant, Lucy, says, “I’m just the messenger, Y/N. You know it’s not up to me what he does or doesn’t want done.”

You groan and put your head on your desk. Lucy closes the door and leaves you alone. You silently curse your boss before you sit back up and start doing the report that’s now due in an hour.

As you type, your assistant knocks at your office door. “If this is another report due in an hour, tell Tyler I don’t want it and to give it to someone else,” you shout.

The door opens and Lucy pops her head in. “There’s a man out here,” she says. “Very handsome, and is looking for you.”

Confused, you look up at Lucy and she swings your office door open further, revealing your fiancé behind her. With a soft sigh, you say, “Owen.”

“Hey, princess,” he says. “I brought you some late lunch. We were supposed to meet at one.”

You look at the time and realize it’s nearly two. “Oh my God,” you say, covering your face. “I’m so sorry, Owen. Tyler sprung this report on me and it’s due in like fifteen minutes.”

Owen smiles and says, “I’ll wait for you to finish your report.”

With a sad look on your face, you say, “I have to present the report after it’s done, and that could take me a while. Owen, I’m so sorry.”

Your fiancé sits down across from you at your desk. You blink at him and he says, “I’m having lunch with my fiancée today. I’ll wait here.”

“I don’t like when people are in my office without me,” you point out.

Owen says, “Then I’ll sit in the meeting with you when you present the report. I’ll just sit beside you and stay quiet.”

You blink at Owen and say, “As long as you stay quiet then I don’t think my boss would mind. He seems to like you. Can I get this report done?”

Your fiancé smiles and gets comfortable in the seat. Owen watches you work.

At first, Owen just staring at you while you work, but you get used to it because you’re used to Owen’s eyes being on you. Not while you work, but you’re used to his eyes being on you.

With moments to spare, you quickly print out the report, putting it in a folder and motion for Owen to follow you. You walk quickly and Owen has to almost job behind you. “Damn, Y/N,” he pants behind you. “I didn’t know you could walk so quickly in heels.”

“Yeah, well, with the possibility of being fired if I don’t get this report to my boss as soon as possible to present it to him, anything is possible,” you say, walking up to your boss’ office. You knock a couple times before you hear someone shout for you to come in.

You open the door and walk in. “Mr. Williams,” you pant. “The report you asked for has been finished.” You hand over the folder with the report you wrote in less than an hour.

Tyler Williams, your boss, says, “Have a seat, Miss L/N.” Then he looks behind you. “Why is your fiancé here?”

Forgetting that Owen was behind you, you say, “Right, um, he came to surprise me with lunch and I told him that I didn’t like people in my office without me. I hope you don’t mind if he sits in, as long as he’s quiet.”

Owen nods and says, “I’ll stay quiet, sir. No comments will be coming from the peanut gallery.” He holds up his right hand as if he’s under oath or something.

Your boss nods and says, “Alright then. Y/N, tell me about the financial report I asked you to work up. How are this month’s financial records looking?”

“It looks like we’re on track for record profit this month, sir,” you tell him. “Our contributors and partners are putting more and more money into our company.”

Tyler looks over the papers in the folder and asks, “One hundred thousand dollars for this month alone? Is this math correct?”

With a nod, you say, “Calculated three times by myself, and I have a master’s degree in finance and a bachelor’s degree in mathematics.”

Your boss’ jaw almost drops to the ground and says, “Well shit. That’s fucking insane. I’m sorry for my language but that’s insane that we’re estimated to bring in one hundred thousand.”

You laugh and say, “I’m not surprised. The company has been rising in the stocks for months now. It was only a matter of time that we hit one hundred thousand.”

Mr. Williams smiles and says, “Thank you for putting this report together, Y/N. Especially on such short notice. Someone reminded me that our financial reports are due by the third Wednesday every month, which is today.”

“It wasn’t a problem,” you say, standing up and shaking your boss’ hand. “I’ll be sure to get those other reports done by the end of the week since I get married on Saturday and am on my honeymoon next week.”

Tyler smiles and says, “If I don’t see you before your wedding, congratulations on your vows, Mrs. Joyner.” You and Owen both laugh before leaving the room. You walk, not speed walk, back to your office. With a sigh, you fall onto the couch in your office.

Owen comes in behind you and shuts the door. “You are so badass,” he says, looking at you. “My wife-to-be is badass.”

With a laugh, you say, “I was just doing my job, Owen. My job is numbers and solving them. It’s nothing special, I promise.”

Your fiancé shrugs and walks over to you, saying, “It was hot. The way you were talking was hot, and badass.”

“Owen-” you start before he puts a finger over your lips. You stop talking and look up at him.

He says, “It was hot, and badass, and I should come watch you work some more.”

“So you can get turned on when I have to present a report to my boss?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

Owen runs his thumb over your bottom lip, saying, “Well, not every time.”

You’re eye level with Owen’s crotch, and you can clearly see a bulge in his loose grey sport shorts. “It seems like this time,” you say, eyes flickering from the bulge to Owen’s face. He looks down at you and smiles.

“You know, we’ve done a lot, but we’ve never had sex in your office,” Owen points out. “I wonder how it would feel to take you on your desk, or with you bent over your desk.” Your cheeks heat up at bit at Owen’s words. It’s rare that he speaks in such explicit language. It catches you off guard, but his words go directly to your core.

You don’t have anything else planned for the day. No more meetings or anything. You were just going to work on reports. “Sit down and cover yourself for a second,” you order Owen. He obeys you and you call for your assistant.

Lucy pops her head in and asks, “Did you need something, Miss L/N?”

“Yeah,” you say. “You’re free to go on lunch break for a half hour. Take your phone with you and if anyone needs to speak with me, tell them I’m busy for the next half hour.”

She nods and says, “Have fun.” Then she winks at me and shuts the door. You get up and shut the blinds on the window of your door, and the small window beside your door. You lock the door and walk back over to Owen.

Owen looks up at you and says, “I thought that you had some work that needed to be done.”

You gently run your fingers through his blonde hair, saying, “I’m welcoming a distraction. Give me a distraction from work, Owen.”

A mischievous smirk forms on your fiancé's lips and he pulls you down to him for a passionate kiss. You fall onto him, straddling his thighs. Owen’s bulge is pressed against your clothed sex. Just to be a little tease, you begin to grind against Owen.

With a groan, Owen mumbles against your mouth, “Don’t be a tease.”

“Or what?” you say, running your fingers down Owen’s chest.

He pulls back from the kiss, saying, “You don’t want me to answer that question, Y/N. We don’t have enough time for what I would do if you don’t stop being a little tease.”

Your eyes widen and you look down at Owen. “Oh,” you sigh. “Well, then you can just fuck me on my desk. You can show me what will happen if I keep being a tease later on at home.” You send him a wink then get up, walking backward until you hit your desk. You lean against it and watch as Owen gets up off the couch.

Owen smirks and pins your hips against the desk. You stare up at him and he says, “I hope you can rearrange your desk quickly.”

Before you can respond, he pushes everything off your desk and lifts you up onto it. You squeal softly and pull Owen into a kiss. His hands roam your body, eventually sneaking up under your dress. Your fingers have begun working on pushing down Owen’s shorts by the time he pushes your underwear aside and runs his finger between your folds. You sigh softly against Owen’s lips.

“Oh, baby,” Owen sighs. “You’re already ready for me.”

You break the kiss and say, “Always for you.”

He kisses your neck and pushes a finger inside of you. You gasp and bite your bottom lip to stifle any moans that might arise from the pleasure. “Owen,” you sigh, throwing your head back. “Please.”

Understanding what you mean, Owen adds a second finger, pumping in and out of you. He curls them slightly, knowing that drives you crazy.

Trying to stifle your moans, you put your face in Owen’s neck. You nip at the skin softly, definitely leaving a mark right by Owen’s collarbone.

“God, Y/N,” Owen sighs as you work on his neck. Your fingers slide down Owen’s chest to his very prominent bulge in his shorts. You palm him over his shorts and Owen’s breath hitches. “Shit.”

A smirk forms on your lips before Owen pushes up the skirt of your dress and pulling down your underwear. You watch him as he pushes down his shorts and boxers, letting his erect member spring free. An accidental moan passes your lips as you’re reminded about how big he is.

Owen pulls you to the edge of your desk, spreading your legs apart for him. You wrap your arms around his neck as Owen says, “Condom.”

“What about a condom?” you ask, slightly out of breath from Owen fingering you.

Your fiancé looks down at you and asks, “Do you have any?”

You smile at Owen and you say, “We’re planning to have a family anyway. Unless you don’t want to do this right now.”

He smiles back at you and says, “Well, I’m clean and we are planning on having a family so let’s do it.”

Quickly, you pull Owen into a kiss. His lips move quickly and passionately against yours. You pull Owen closer to you, and you feel his tip run through your wet folds. A soft sigh passes your lips into the kiss.

Owen positions himself outside of your entrance before he slides into you. You groan softly as he fills you up. Your fingers slide into Owen’s hair and you grasp softly. “Fuck,” you moan into the kiss.

He lets you adjust to him real quick before he begins to thrust slowly into you. You let out a soft sigh. He feels so good inside you. Just him.

You lay on your back across your desk as Owen thrusts get faster and deeper. “Fuck,” you cry out as his tip grazes your spot. Owen pulls up your legs and rests them on his shoulders. You gasp as he thrusts harder into you.

A wave of ecstasy overcomes your as you’re pulled closer and closer to your climax. Your back arches off your desk and Owen pins your hips to the wooden desk. Your moans are no longer as quiet as you wanted them to be, but you don’t care who hears you. You’re just enjoying getting railed on your desk by your fiancé.

Owen’s thumb begins to rub at your clit, overstimulating you and making your legs shake. His tip slams into your g-spot over and over again, making you cry out his name. “Owen!” you moan.

Your fiancé smirks down at you and asks, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

Lost for words, you nod and stare up at Owen. He bites his lip and nods. He speeds up his thrusts and his thumb circles your clit, making you orgasm quickly. You practically scream Owen’s name as you climax. He grunts softly as he shoots his load into you. He collapses on top of you, his head resting on your boobs.

Both of you are out of breath as you run your fingers through Owen’s hair. “You should stop by work more often,” you pant. “Distract me a little more often.”

“I don’t want to get you fired, Y/N,” Owen says, looking up at you.

You smile and say, “You just fucked me on my desk, I screamed your name, and you’re worried about getting me fired?”

He laughs and says, “Yeah, well, that’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you at home.” Owen winks and begins to clean up. You fix yourself, and your desk, before sitting behind your desk. You watch Owen, biting your lip gently.

You’re so in love with this man, it drives you crazy sometimes. You’re so in love with him that it clouds your judgement. You may get fired because who knows who heard you scream his name as he railed you, and honestly you don’t care.

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charlies-gillespie · 3 years

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requests update

hey y’all. i just wanted to give a small update on requests. i’m going to be closing requests until september 10th. i’m taking the next week to pack and move to school then giving myself a week or two to get settled at school before reopening requests

yes, i’m currently working on two requests that will (hopefully) be posted before i move to school in 8 days

i look forever to more requests when i reopen requests in a few weeks 🤍

xx - m

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tell me when you’re sober | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: Charlie gets a little drunk and admits his feelings to reader … (4) “i love you” “tell me when you’re sober” & (23) “i can’t believe you’re asking for cuddles in a time like this”

requested: yes

length: medium

rating: PG

warnings: just drunk!charlie

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You’ve been on your couch, determined to finish your second playthrough Resident Evil 7: Biohazard. Even though you’ve played the game once through already, you still have issues solving the puzzles and figuring out where key items are. You’ve done both runs guide-free.

It’s been a few hours and you’ve just gotten to the section where you’re running around the ship as Mia Winters as she sees visions of Evelyn, the bioweapon disguised as a little girl she was hired to escort from one place to another. You’re deep into the game, only three hours or so more to go.

It’s close to one in the morning when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You pause the game and get up to answer the door.

A disheveled Charlie Gillespie stands in your doorway, hair and clothes soaked. His eyes are red so you know he’s been drinking. He’s shaking, probably from it being only about fifty degrees outside and raining.

“You’re going to catch a cold, Charlie,” you say. “Come in, before you do.”

Charlie silently walks inside. You shut the door behind him. He’s stumbling around a little bit, more drunk than you thought he was.

Slightly concerned, you ask, “How did you get here? You better not have driven, Gillespie.”

Your closest friend says, “I’m drunk, Y/N. Not dumb. I know not to drink and drive.”

You walk into your bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants that Charlie has left at your apartment. You throw them at Charlie and say, “Go change into this while I go make you a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar?”

He nods and walks into the bathroom that’s in the hallway leading to the two bedrooms and the doorway leading into the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen, brewing a cup of coffee while Charlie changes.

There are footsteps that comes down the hallway and into the kitchen. “Um,” Charlie’s voice says. “The t-shirt was a little too tight.” You turn and look back at Charlie, who stands shirtless in a pair of black sweatpants that hang a little low on his waist.

“How much have you had to drink, Charlie?” you ask curiously.

Charlie thinks for a second before saying, “Six tequila shots, four Fireball shots, five Jell-O shots, and two Bloody Marys.”

Your eyes widen and you say, “Jesus, Charlie. That’s a lot of strong alcohol.”

He smiles at you and says, “Well, blame Owen and it being his 21st birthday. He wanted to get wasted so I got wasted with him so he wouldn’t be alone in being wasted.”

The cup of coffee is done being brewed and you put sugar and cream in the mug before handing it to Charlie. You walk into the living room, and Charlie follows you like a lost puppy.

“You didn’t need to take that many shots, plus the two Bloody Marys you had,” you tell him, sitting on the couch. “There’s a line when getting drunk, Charlie. You’re way past that line.”

Your best friend says, “You’re not my mom, Y/N. You don’t need to lecture me. I was careful and didn’t drive here even though it’s only a few blocks.”

Charlie sits beside you and you say, “You’re lucky you didn’t drive over here or else I would definitely be lecturing you.”

He laughs and sips his coffee as you begin to play Resident Evil. He watches you play and continues to shiver. You’re in the middle of a massive boss fight, the last boss fight, when Charlie asks, “Can you warm me up?”

“There’s a blanket right before you,” you tell him, practically spamming the trigger button on your PlayStation 4 remote.

After a moment of silence, he says, “I mean you, Y/N. Cuddles, I want cuddles.”

While in the middle of the fight, you say, “I can’t believe you’re asking for cuddles in a time like this.”

You glance over at Charlie and see a pout on his face. He’s still shaking a bit. You give in pretty much immediately, pausing your game until you’re both comfortable. Your legs are thrown over his lap and your arms are wrapped around Charlie’s neck. His arms are wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.

When you’ve beaten the game for the second time, you put the controller on the coffee table in front of you. Charlie looks down at you and says, “Thank you for taking care of drunk me. I know I can be a lot to deal with when drunk.”

“Well, I care for you, Charlie,” you tell him. “You’re my best friend.”

Charlie blinks at you and asks, “Have you ever thought of us as maybe being more than friends?

Shocked by his question, you stammer, “I, um, have you?”

He hesitates for a second before he nods. “Sometimes,” he admits. “Like when I’m drunk because that’s the only way I have the courage to tell you how I really feel about you, Y/N.”

You blink at him, shocked that your best friend just pretty much admitted his feelings for you. “Charlie-” you start, but he cuts you off by capturing your lips with his. You gasp, surprised, but you return his affection and lightly kiss him back.

You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t feel a little something for Charlie. You probably always have, but you’ve been too afraid to do anything in fear of ruining your friendship with Charlie.

After a few moments of soft kisses, Charlie pulls back and cups your face in his hands. You meet his hazel eyes as he says, “I love you. Like, I’m in love with you, Y/N. I think I have been for a while.”

“You’re drunk, Charlie,” you tell him. “Tell me when you’re sober.”

Charlie smiles and says, “I’ll just have to tell you in the morning then.”

You teasingly say, “I never said you can stay the night, Charlie.”

With a laugh, Charlie says, “I’m staying. I’ll sleep on the couch but I’m staying because I’m too tired and too drunk to go back to my apartment.”

“Fine,” you say to your best friend. “Stay on the couch. You’re not allowed in my bed. Not yet, anyway.” You wink and get up.

He smiles at you and says, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

After leaning down and pressing another soft kiss to his lips, you say, “Goodnight, Charlie.” Charlie watches after you as you walk down the hallway to your bedroom. You close the door and lean against it, a huge smile on your lips.

Everything is about to change, and you’re ready to embrace it.

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a few lil updates / small reminders

hi. it’s malia here. i’d like to give a few updates and an idea of what’s coming up soon

i’m still working on the 3 requests i still have to post (they should all be out by this time next week)

i move back to school in late august and i will probably be closing requests temporarily on august 25th until i can get completely settled at school for the year. they will be open until then and will reopen sometime in (hopefully) mid-september after i’m settled in and have a schedule down. i’ll send out a little thing as it gets closer to remind y’all

WHEN REQUESTING: let me know if you’d like to be tagged in your request so you know it’s up. i should’ve announced this when i opened requests but i didn’t think of this until recently

don’t forget to ask to be added to my tag list if you’d like to be added (and if you’d like to be tagged for certain imagines or all). i’ll try my best to add as many as i can to the tag list. and don’t forget to tell me if you’ve changed your @ so i can change it and tag you!!

and that’s all the lil updates and reminders i have for now. more imagines coming soon 🤍

- m 🤍

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nsfw alphabet with luke patterson

requested: yes

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author’s note: this works for both ghost!luke (after 1x09 and after he can be touched by lifers) and alive!luke. it’s also set in 2021

tag list: @mrsbrookegillespie @screwunsaidemily @towheadblonde @marvelousmendess @littlemissaddict @lovesanimals

a = aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Luke will take extra good care of you after sex. He’ll clean up the mess you both made. He’ll go get drinks and snacks, and probably one of his shirts for you to wear even though they don’t have sleeves.

Sometimes he’ll pull out the guitar and play around with some notes while you lay in bed and watch him.

Post-sex cuddles are also a must. He’ll always be the big spoon and hold you in his arms, playing with your hair, and humming softly to you.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His favorite part of his body is his fingers. They’re definitely talented at other things than playing guitar and he takes pride in that.

His favorite part of your body is your lips. He loves to feel your kisses all over his face and his body, and other certain body parts, if you know what I mean.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will always use a condom when he has sex with you so nine times out of ten, he’ll cum into the condom. In the rare times where he doesn’t use a condom, he’ll cum all over your thighs and stomach, or your face, or in your mouth.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Luke secretly loves it when you praise him during sex. It motivates him, and he likes when you curse while you praise him.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He’s not that experienced in bed. He’s kind of learned what to do through your reactions, but boy, he knows how to make you feel good.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl are just a few of yours and his favorites.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Luke is definitely more serious in the moment, only because he’s still learning what to do with you and what makes you feel good.

If he’s more comfortable in the situation then he’ll make a few jokes.

h = h (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is definitely well groomed down there. Nice and trimmed.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Luke’s definitely more romantic, especially around holidays, birthdays, anniversaries. It’s more “love making” than “fucking” when he’s more romantic.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It’s very rare that Luke jacks off, and that’s only because you’re always nearby and if he really wants sex then he’ll go to you.

He only jacks off when you’re away from him for more than a week or so. Then he’ll start asking for some risqué pictures of you, or phone sex via facetime.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

(a secret) praise kink.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, as long as there is no risk of getting caught. Shower sex, sex in the garage while everyone else is out, against the wall, over a table, on the couch. You name it. Both of you love sex and are willing to do it literally anywhere.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you play his guitar. It’s the simplest action but it turns Luke on.

Praising him during sex. He’ll never tell you this but he loves when you tell him how good he’s fucking you.

n = no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Threesomes.

Anything that involves tying you up or bounding your wrists together. He refuses to use handcuffs or anything like that.

He won’t do anything that’s not okay with you. He always checks with you to make sure it’s okay before he does something.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Luke loves to receive oral. He loves how it feels when you’re sucking him off and he loves how you look with your lips wrapped around him on your knees.

He likes to give too, and he’s damn good at it too.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on Luke’s mood. If he’s in a more serious mood, or is jealous, he can be fast and rough, which you don’t mind.

When he’s in a more romantic mood, he’s slow and sensual, taking in every movement and sound that comes from you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers proper sex but isn’t opposed to the occasional quickie when time is short or you’re both busy but want sex.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Luke’s not really a risk taker, but if he wants to try something then he’ll ask you first.

The biggest risk he’s ever taken is leaving the door unlocked when someone is home or when you’re having sex in the garage where the band practices.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Since Luke’s still young (and conditioned to do something for long periods of time due to him being a performer), he can go for a few hours if you’d let him. He can last a while too if he needs to.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Luke doesn’t like toys but he’ll use them on you of you ask. That’s the only time he’ll ever use them.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a tease, even when he doesn’t think he is. When he has a pick in his mouth, that definitely turns you on a little bit. He just looks so good when he’s biting on the pick.

When he’s on stage, covered in sweat, and playing guitar. Again, he just looks too good.

Plus, he’s not afraid to just touch you and kiss you when you’re sitting on the couch together.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Luke’s not very loud, but the soft moans and groans that come from him occasionally are very cute.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“Living like it’s now or never,” Luke sings into his microphone as he finishes up his gig at the Orpheum with Sunset Curve. You’re front row, standing right in front of Luke with your VIP badge around your neck.

You have a perfect view of Luke. His sleeveless t-shirt is drenched in sweat, his hair is wet from the sweat, his jeans hug his legs and butt just right, and he just looks sexy as hell up on that stage.

When the guys leave the stage, you make your way back to their dressing room. You can hear them celebrating inside when you approach the door.

After listening to them celebrate, you knock a few times on the door. “That must be your girl,” Reggie teases.

“Haha,” Luke says before the door opens, revealing the sweaty guitarist.

He looks even sexier in front of you right here. You bite down on your lip before asking, “You busy?”

Your boyfriend smiles and says, “For you, never.”

“Good,” you say, closing the door to the dressing room and pushing Luke against it. He looks up at you with wide eyes. “Keep an eye out and stay quiet.”

You sink down to your knees and Luke mumbles, “Oh God.”

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He’s average size, so you’re not worried about him completely destroying your insides when he’s rough with you. He’s kind of thick (kind of).

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Luke is horny almost all the time, it’s almost too much to bear. Almost, being the key word.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like the gentleman he is, Luke will wait until you’re asleep to fall asleep himself. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and he’ll softly sing or hum you to sleep. You’ll feel him leave soft kisses in your hair or forehead as you doze off in Luke’s arms.

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nsfw alphabet with charlie gillespie

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a = aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Charlie likes to take care of you after sex. He gets you snacks, drinks, etc. He’ll clean you up.

He likes to cuddle you and hold you in his arms after sex too, pressing soft kisses to your lips, forehead, cheek, neck, shoulder. Basically whatever he can kiss, he does kiss.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Charlie’s favorite part of his body is his fingers. He loves what they do, especially when it comes to pleasuring you.

His favorite part of your body is your breasts. He’ll lay his head on them, almost using them as a pillow. Charlie will mark them up during sex, play with them.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will cum on your breasts or stomach. Charlie will make sure it’s okay if he cums inside of you, but he’ll always wear a condom if you’re not okay with it. He’ll cum on your face or in your mouth if you give him a blowjob.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Charlie will never tell you this but he loves when you take control during sex. He loves it when you ride him and run your fingers down his chest.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He’s not that experienced, but he definitely knows how to fuck you. He knows how to make you feel good.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, doggy-style, g-whiz, cowgirl.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Charlie can be goofy. He’ll crack jokes while in bed.

He can be very serious in the moment too, especially after he’s been angry or he’s jealous.

h = h (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s well groomed down there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Charlie is very romantic in the moment when he wants to be. He loves to tell you how much he loves you or how beautiful. Sometimes, for a birthday or anniversary, he’ll set up a romantic scene in bed. He’ll use candles or rose petals. He loves to be romantic when in bed.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t to it very often, just when you’re away for a long period of time or when he’s away from a long period of time for work. He’ll call you and ask for phone sex if you’re not busy.

If you are busy and can’t answer the phone, you’ll send him some risque pictures that could get you both in trouble if they leaked. He’ll send some back if you are in the mood too.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling, choking, (a very slight) daddy kink (when you’re both REALLY in the mood).

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed, in the shower, on the couch, against a wall, or in his trailer when you visit him when he’s working.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you tease him, whether that’s wearing a new lingerie set or when you’re getting extra touchy-feely with him.

When you bite your lip. You know it drives him crazy so you do it when you’re in the mood so you can get him in the mood.

Sometimes you’ll send him a sexy text when he’s at work, and that definitely turns him on.

Your moans will motivate him in bed. How you react to what he does will motivate him in bed.

n = no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He won’t try something that you don’t want to do. He’ll check with you before he tries something new.

Threesomes, although he likes to make jokes that the only person he’ll ever do a threesome with is Owen. Only jokes, of course, because Charlie doesn’t like to share what’s his.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Charlie is a giver and a receiver, although he much rather would give than receive. He’s talented at giving you oral, like he had done it a thousand times before.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be fast or slow. He’s usually fast and rough when something has made him angry or he’s jealous. He’s not afraid to not hold back and show you who you really belong to.

Charlie can be slow and sensual, especially when it’s a special occasion or when he’s in a romantic mood and would rather “make love” to you than “fuck” you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s never opposed to a quickie. They often happen a few times a week, especially when he’s super busy filming something or when he’s in-between takes on set. Charlie loves a good quickie before he has a big scene to film he’s nervous about because it relaxes him and gets him to calm down.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Charlie is never afraid to take risks, and neither are you. Both of you always take risks when in bed, and it’s rare that you say no to something new that Charlie wants to do.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Charlie can go for a few hours, especially when he’s really in the mood. He can last a while too, which shocks you sometimes.

The average number of rounds between the two of you is three to four almost every time you spend the night together.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

While he doesn’t own toys and doesn’t use them on himself, Charlie isn’t afraid to use the toys you own on you. He’ll use them to tease you all the time in bed.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a huge tease. He’ll tease you almost whenever he can, especially when he’s in the mood for sex.

Charlie will touch you, and kiss your neck to show you that he’s in the mood. He’ll talk dirty to you.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Charlie isn’t loud. He’ll grunt and groan, but he’s never screaming your name, no matter how many times you try.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You sit in Charlie’s trailer on the set of the Deltopia movie that he’s been filming recently. Filming is supposed to end today.

There are footsteps outside the trailer and the door opens. You watch as Charlie walks into the small trailer. He looks at you and says, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Close the door,” you tell him.

Charlie blinks at you before asking, “Why am I closing the door?”

You get up, walking over to Charlie as you say, “Unless you want your castmates and co-workers seeing me in a new lingerie set then I would close the door.”

He’s quick to shut and lock the door. You pull off the hoodie and sweatpants, revealing the black lace bralette and panties set that’s nearly see-through.

“Is this the celebration for wrapping today?” Charlie asks.

You smile and nod. “It is,” you tell him. “Now, take your clothes off, Charlie. You have a crazy few hours ahead of you.”

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He’s bigger than average, not as thick but big.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Charlie is horny all the time. He has the highest sex drive you’ve probably ever seen.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep before he falls asleep. He’ll play with your hair, leave soft kisses to your shoulder, neck, and face until you fall asleep in his arms.

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living like it’s now or never | luke patterson

paring: fem!reader x alive!luke patterson

reader and Luke are 21, and it’s set in 2021

summary: reader likes to be a tease, Luke doesn’t like it … (18) “don’t make me come over there. it won’t end well for you”

requested: yes

length: long

rating: R

warnings: SMUT, like hella smut (by request). dirty talk, language, semi-public sex, semi-rough sex, oral (male and female receiving). the whole thing is basiclally smut, oops.

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You never purposely intended to tease Luke. It always just kinda happened. Today, you woke up and almost needed Luke. So, you decided it would be a day where you’d do everything you could to get laid.

Luke was going to be busy doing Zoom meetings all day but you had a plan to get him away from his laptop just long enough to get what you want. Was it a smart plan? Probably not. Was it a plan that could possibly get him in a little trouble with the band? Definitely.

He was already up and in a meeting when you woke up. He’s playing one of his band’s songs on Zoom. You peaked into the room you’ve both dubbed ‘The Zoom Room’ since you both do Zoom meetings in that room. Luke is strumming on his guitar. His back it to you but the door is out of frame. Perfect.

Quietly, you head back to your bedroom that you share with Luke in the apartment you’re living in together. You pull out a lingerie set that you’ve been saving for an occasion like this. The set includes a white, lacey bralette that pushes your breasts up to make them look bigger. The panties match the bralette. Both are very see-through. You put on a white short satin robe, tying it shut.

Then you quietly make your way down the hallway to the Zoom Room. You open the door and see Luke getting off a meeting. He’s closing his laptop and shutting off the ring light.

You smile at him and say, “Good morning, baby. Rough morning already?”

“I’ve already has three Zoom meetings- oh, hello,” Luke says, turning around and seeing what you’re wearing. “Did I forget an anniversary or birthday? Is today a holiday I didn’t know about?”

With a shake of your head, you say, “No, just thought I’d wear something different today. I can gladly show you what’s underneath.”

Luke’s eyes widen as you begin to untie the robe you’re wearing. “I have another meeting in five minutes that I have to log onto,” he tells you. You drop your hands and pout at him. He sees your sadness and frowns. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This meeting shouldn’t be very long then I’m all yours for a little bit.”

You huff and say, “Fine.” You close the robe again, tying it up.

Your boyfriend gets up out of his seat and walks over to you. He stands in front of you, saying, “Hey, keep acting like that and you won’t get anything from me.”

“I’m not acting like anything, Luke,” you innocently tell him.

He mimics what you just did when you went ‘fine’ and you smile. “Don’t act like I don’t fuck you almost everyday, Y/N,” he tells you. “Keep acting like you are and I won’t fuck you for a few days.”

You go to open your mouth to say something but look up at him, pouting. Luke smirks and presses the lightest kiss possible to your lips, making you pout some more. “Luke,” you whine, looking up at him. “It’s not nice to tease.”

Luke smirks again and goes back to his laptop. He has two minutes before he has to go into his meeting. You spin Luke in his chair, leaning down to him with your hands on his thighs. “Teasing is rude,” you tell him. “You know that, right?”

“Says the one who’s probably wearing close to nothing under that robe,” Luke snaps back.

A smirk forms on your lips and you say, “You’re right. I am wearing next to nothing, but you won’t get to see that until you’re off your meeting. Sucks for you.”

Because you’re leaning down, Luke can see down your robe. His eyes are wide and he says, “The meeting can wait. I want to see what you have on underneath this robe.”

You shake your head and say, “I don’t think so. Get this meeting done. I’ll be waiting in our room.” You press a lingering kiss to his lips before walking off. You pull off and drop the robe before you’re out of the room, knowing Luke’s eyes are on you. You leave the room and walk down the hallway.

Before you can get too far, Luke calls, “Y/N! Come here.”

“What if I don’t?” you ask, leaning against the wall beside the doorway. A mischievous smirk is on your lips.

Luke’s quiet before he says, “Don’t make me come over there. It won’t end well for you.”

You nibble on your lip for a second, debating on whether or not to go in. You appear in the doorway. You lean against it and Luke’s eyes widen when he sees what you’re wearing. “Fuck, Y/N,” he mumbles under his breath. “What are you doing to me?” He adjusts himself in his shorts.

The smirk stays on your lips and you ask, “Need help taking care of that?” He nods. “After your meeting.” Then you walk out of the room.

As you walk out of the room, you hear Luke say, “Make it quick. I need to be somewhere.”

His Zoom meeting is about ten minutes long. When Luke’s done, you hear him walking down the hallway. You know he’s not happy, and you know you’re going to get it.

Luke walks into your shared bedroom, saying, “Let’s go, Y/N. Help me fix the problem you caused.”

You smirk, getting up and walking over to Luke. “Whatever you’d like, baby,” you say as innocently as you can. You sink down to your knees. Luke watches as you pull down his sweatpants slowly, almost teasing him. The fabric pools at his feet. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxer shorts. Just to tease him a little more, you bite your lip gently.

Your boyfriend says, “Y/N, I swear to God. If you don’t-”

“Don’t do ... this?” you ask, pulling down his boxer shorts and taking Luke’s erect member in your hand. You pump him slowly, teasingly. Luke sighs softly.

As you move your hand, you look up at Luke. He looks down at you, his fingers finding their way into your hair. You smirk up at him before licking the tip of his member. A low growl comes from Luke’s throat as you wrap your lips around him. You smirk as you begin to bob your head, sucking occasionally as you move your head.

Soft noises come from Luke as you move further onto him. Luke grips your hair gently as you suck him off. “God, Y/N,” Luke groans as you start to use your hand to make up for what doesn’t fit in your mouth. Your free fingers snake into your underwear, rubbing yourself to feel some relief.

You feel Luke begin to thrust his hips slowly into your mouth, the tip of his member lightly touching the back of your throat. You let out a low moan, which drives Luke crazy. You know that drives Luke crazy.

Luke grips your hair harder, pulling at it gently, making you moan softly again.

Without warning, Luke cums into your mouth. You swallow the sweet but slightly salty liquid no problem, licking away a bit that has dripped down from the corner of your lips.

Your boyfriend pants slightly before standing you up. Luke kisses you softly, cupping your face in his hands before pulling back. “We need to get ready to go out,” he tells you. “The meeting I was just in was to tell us that our label is throwing us a party in celebration of our EP dropping in a few days. The party starts at two and will probably go until late.”

You pout and say, “Not fair that I helped you out and you won’t help me out.”

“Oh, I’ll help you out,” he tells you. “Later though.”

He walks over to the closet and pulls out a nice outfit before showering. You groan and find an outfit for a release party.

Deciding to dress a little sexy to mess with Luke, you pull out a rose gold dress. The sleeves are off the shoulder and the neck is low enough to be considered ‘sexy’ since it reveals a decent amount of cleavage. The top hugs your chest, pushing your breasts up a bit to make them look a little bigger. The skirt is a little poofy, but ends about halfway down your thighs making it shorter than Luke would probably like. The dress itself is sparkly, possibly bringing all eyes on you since you sparkle. You pair the dress with shiny rose gold heels.

You’re doing your makeup when Luke leaves the bathroom. He wears nothing but a towel around his waist as he walks over to his outfit on the bed. You look at him in the mirror as you watch him get dressed.

When you’re both dressed, you get into Luke’s car. Your skirt rides up a bit but you don’t fix it. Luke glances over at you at a red light. You watch as he bites his lip gently before turning his attention to the road. He doesn’t look at you again until you arrive at Luke’s record label.

He takes your hand and the two of you head inside. You step onto the elevator before Luke does, and he presses the 22nd floor.

You look over at Luke, who looks really handsome in his white button-up and black dress pants. His hair is styled so it’s pushed back. The button-up is unbuttoned at the top and neatly tucked into the waistband of the pants. He looks good, but he’d look even better if his face was between your legs.

As you look at him and your mind wanders, you can feel your core begin to ache. You rub your thighs together to create some friction.

Luke looks over at you and asks, “Everything okay?”

“Mhm,” is all you can manage to get out. You clench your jaw as you try to calm yourself down before Luke finds out what’s going on.

Your boyfriend turns to you and says, “You look flustered. Are you hot?” He touches your forehead and you look up at him. He smirks when he realizes what’s happening. “Oh, you still need to be relieved, don’t you?”

“Luke, this is your fault,” you blurt out. “Maybe if you just helped me earlier then this wouldn’t be an issue.”

He smirks and pushes you against the elevator. He looks down at you and says, “I can do one of two things to help you within the next two minutes. I’ll give you that choice.”

Sexually frustrated, you take Luke’s hand and guide it to your core. “Do something,” you say, desperation laced in your voice.

Luke feels how wet you are for him when his fingers slip into your underwear and he asks, “Think you can cum in less than two minutes?”

You nod, eager. Luke glances at the floor number you’re both on. You’re only on floor three. Luke sinks down to his knees and lifts you up so your back is against the elevator and your legs are over his shoulders. You grip the railing that’s around the elevator wall as you feel Luke move your underwear aside.

He pushes up your skirt and looks at you with almost innocent eyes. That innocent look soon turns into lust as Luke’s lips make contact with your soaked folds. You gasp as his tongue runs through your folds, playing with your clit for a second before he sucks on the bud. Two of his fingers enter you and you cry out softly from the slight pressure.

“Fuck, Luke,” you moan as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His tongue works at your clit. You pant as a wave of pleasure overcomes you. You lean your head back and rest it against the wall of the elevator. You glance at the floor you’re passing. You’re passing floor ten now

A knot begins forming in your stomach as Luke works you closer to an orgasm. Moans and pants pass your lips as the elevator ascends.

Luke adds a third finger, pumping that in and out of you. Your legs shake with stimulation as Luke works you closer and closer to your pending orgasm. Your toes curl in your shoes as you’re overcome with a wave of pleasure and ecstasy.

Without warning, you release all over Luke’s fingers and mouth. You buck your hips, pushing your core closer to Luke’s mouth as you release. Then you relax yourself and catch your breath. Luke lowers your legs. You fix your underwear and your skirt as Luke stands up. He smirks at you, saying, “That was hot.”

You look up at him. “You’re hot.”

He pins your hips against the wall, crashing his lips to yours. You gasp and kiss him back. The kiss lasts until the elevator dings. Luke pulls back and lets you go. You clear your throat as the door opens. The 22nd floor is packed with people.

Both you and Luke leave the elevator. As soon as you’re out of the elevator, Luke’s manager walks over to him and says, “Luke, my boy. Nice to see you. Congratulations on your EP. And Y/N, wonderful to see you as always.”

“Kevin, my guy,” Luke says, shaking his hand. “You don’t need to flirt with my girlfriend to celebrate the EP.”

Luke’s manager, Kevin, looks at you and says, “Her face is a little red. Feeling okay, Y/N?”

You smile and nod. “Never felt better,” you say. “I’ll go get some air to cool my face down. Excuse me.” Luke lets you go and you find your way to a balcony. You’re alone out here. Your hair whips around in the wind because you’re up so high.

The city of Los Angeles looks amazing from up here. You can clearly see the Hollywood sign from where you stand.

After a second, the door opens and you look over to see Jeremy’s girlfriend, Kayla, coming out to you. “Y/N, your dress is stunning,” she says. “Luke was talking you up in there but you weren’t anywhere to be found so I went looking for you after Luke mentioned that you were getting some air.”

“Thanks,” you say. “What’s Luke saying about me?”

Kayla laughs and says, “He’s telling everyone how supportive and patient you’ve been with him making the EP and everything with the guys. Plus you’ve been helping him relax when he’s been stressed out with the EP. He’s making it seem like you’re the best girlfriend ever.”

You smile and say, “I’m just trying to be the best girlfriend I can be by being supportive of him and everything.”

Your friend smiles and says, “You and Luke are like the power couple out of the band, I swear. Everyone loves the two of you together.”

A laugh passes your lips and you say, “You and Reggie are cute together though.”

The two of you chat for a few minutes on the balcony before heading inside. Sunset Curve’s EP is playing through multiple stereos throughout the floor. You get a glass of water and you sit on the couch in the main lounge room where most of the party is. You watch Luke mingle with guests. He has a huge smile on his face as he talks about his music.

An hour or two passes before you’re able to talk to Luke again. He comes up to you when you’re getting another glass of water. Your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist and presses a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder. “Hi, baby,” he mumbles. “What do you say about getting out of here in a few minutes?”

You turn and look back at him. “It’s your party and you want to leave early?” you ask.

Luke smiles down at you, saying, “I want to spend time with my girlfriend. Maybe finish what we’ve both started today in the Zoom room and the elevator coming up here.”

“Luke, everyone is here to celebrate your EP,” you tell him. “As much as I would like-”

He interrupts you, asking, “So you don’t want me to fuck your brains out like you wanted me to this morning when you walked into the Zoom room wearing practically nothing? Yeah, don’t think I didn’t know what your plan was.”

Your eyes widen and you look around to make sure no one else heard that. “I mean, yeah I want you to fuck my brains out like I wanted you to this morning-”

Luke looks down at you and says, “Then let’s go home.”

An idea pops into your head and you ask, “Who said we have to go home? I’m sure there is an empty room or two around here.”

Your boyfriend blinks at you and takes your hand, dragging you to a more secluded part of the floor. You follow behind him, smiling.

He pins your hips to the wall when you’re away from everyone. You look up at Luke with innocent eyes before your boyfriend’s eyes trail down your body. He hooks his finger in the neckline of your dress, glancing around before pulling it down so your breasts are completely exposed.

“Luke,” you gasp. “Someone could see us.”

Luke looks around for a second before dragging you into an office. You watch as he closes the door behind you both before he says, “Clothes off, now.”

You quickly oblige. You pull off the dress and kick off your heels before Luke picks you up and sits you on the desk in the door. His lips are on yours, moving roughly. His tongue sneaks past your lips and into your mouth, making you groan. His hands grope your breasts and he plays with them. You feel your core get wetter as his touches you.

His lips leave yours and attach to your neck. You moan softly as Luke sucks a mark into your skin. You lean back on the neck, propping yourself up with your arms. Luke’s hands roam your near naked body. The only thing left on you is your underwear.

As Luke marks up your neck, you begin to untuck the shirt he’s wearing. You groan softly when he starts to suck on your sweet spot. “God, Luke,” you moan.

He smirks against your neck as his fingers snake into your underwear. You moan softly and Luke mumbles, “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

“Only for you,” you groan.

Luke slips two fingers into you, making you cry out. You quickly rip open Luke’s shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Oops.

Then he does the one thing he knows drives me crazy. He begins to twist his wrist as he moves his fingers in and out of me. “Fuck, Luke,” you moan. “I need you inside me.”

Your smartass boyfriend says, “I am inside you.”

You look up at him and say, “Luke Patterson, I swear to God if you’re not fucking me with something other than your fingers, I’ll leave.”

Luke smirks and rips off your underwear, throwing the thin fabric to the floor. He kicks off his shoes and pulls off his pants and boxers. His member is already hard. You don’t have time to react before Luke pulls you off the table, leaning you over it and slamming into you. “Fuck,” you cry out, gripping the desk you’re laying on.

He quickly thrusts his hips into you, his member moving deep into you. The tip of his member quickly finds your g-spot, making you cry out.

A knot quickly forms in your stomach and you bite your lip, trying to stay quick as Luke fucks you over the desk.

The room is filled with moans coming from you and the sound of skin slapping. When you wanted sex this morning, you didn’t imagine that you’d be getting fucked over a desk in a building where Luke’s bosses, bandmates, and friends are wandering around.

Your boyfriend suddenly pulls out of you and turns you around, lifting you up onto the desk and crawling on top of you. “I wanted to kiss you,” Luke tells you.

You smile and cup Luke’s face, pulling him into a rough kiss. Your tongue quickly finds it’s way into his mouth, making Luke groan. He runs his fingers through your folds before he pushes his member back inside you. You groan into the kiss as Luke picks up right where he left off.

His hands grope your breasts as he plays with them. You slide your fingers into Luke’s hair, gripping slightly as you’re pulled closer and closer to your pending orgasm.

Luke pulls back from the kiss and looks down at you. A layer of sweat shines on his face. “God, you’re beautiful,” he tells you.

“Stop being so cliché,” you pant.

He smiles and moves deeper into you, his pace still quick. You don’t have time to warn Luke before you release on his member inside of you, moaning out his name and a bunch of profanities. Luke follows suit a few moments later. He pulls out and cums onto your stomach. He collapses on top of you and you look at him. Both of you pant a bit to catch your breath.

You tell him, “That was the best sex I think we’ve ever had.”

Your boyfriend lifts his head, looking up at you. “Remind me to sneak you into work more often so we can have sex.”

With a laugh, you tell him, “I’ll just happen to stop by and drag you off to a closet or something.”

“Can’t wait,” he says, pecking your lips. “Ready to head home now?”

You nod and say, “Yeah, let’s go. Only if there is more sex though.”

Luke smiles. “Of course there will be,” he says. “We have to celebrate the EP dropping somehow since we can’t legally drink yet.”

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second choice | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader and Charlie argue after reader admits how she feels to Charlie … (22) “i can’t live without you!” & (32) “i’m always second choice, and i’m tired of it”

requested: yes

length: short to medium

rating: PG

warnings: an argument

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You woke up this morning feeling good about the day ahead. Your boyfriend promised you that he’d spend all day with you, and you’ve been looking forward to it all week. It’s been a while since the two of you have been able to spend the day together. He’s always out with Owen and Jeremy.

Charlie stirs in bed beside you. You look over at him and snuggle up to him. You close your eyes as Charlie instinctively wraps his arms around your shoulder. You press light kisses to his shoulder, mumbling, “Good morning, Charlie.”

“Good morning, my love,” he says, voice almost a whisper. “Excited for our day together?”

With a nod, you say, “Definitely. I’m glad that we are able to spend the day together. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

Your boyfriend laughs softly and says, “We better get ready then. I was thinking we could go out for breakfast, like to our favorite diner that we met in.”

He begins to attack you with kisses and you giggle as he kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest. Then Charlie’s phone rings. You watch as he reaches over to answer the phone. “Hello?” he says, sitting up. His back is to you. “Sounds good. I’ll be there at three. Yeah, see you then.” Charlie hangs up the phone and you blink at him.

“What happened to spending the day together?” you ask.

Charlie looks back at you and says, “We’ll be spending all day together, I promise. I just need to go and do something at three for a bit. We’ll still be able to do dinner together and have our planned movie night.”

You watch as he gets up and get ready for the day. “When you say you’re going to spend the day with me, you’re supposed to spend the day with me, Charlie,” you tell him. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a week.”

He looks over at you on the bed and says, “It’s not going to be that long, Y/N. An hour tops, if even that long.”

Slightly frustrated, you say, “You’re ditching me for an hour to, what, go spend time with the guys? You can’t do that tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Charlie says. “It’s important. I wouldn’t be ditching you if it wasn’t important.”

You cross your arms over your chest, saying, “I’m always second choice, and I’m tired of it, Charlie. I feel like I’m always a second choice to you over Owen and Jeremy.”

Charlie immediately says, “That’s not it, Y/N. You’re not a second choice to me. It’s always you.”

With an eye roll, you say, “It doesn’t feel like it, Charlie. It doesn’t feel like I’m your first choice when you’re always with the guys. You’re always choosing the guys over me.”

He turns and looks at you, saying, “I don’t choose the guys over you, Y/N. When have I ever-”

“Every single freaking day, Charlie!” you tell him. “It’s every day recently. For the past month, it’s you always leaving me to go hang with the guys. You choose the guys over me and I’m tired of it. Why am I even here if you don’t want to spend time with me?”

Charlie blinks at you and says, “I can’t live without you! That’s why you’re here. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. I want to wake up and give you good morning kisses. I want to see you everyday, which I get to do. That’s why you’re here. I’m sorry if I was planning a surprise for you with the help of the guys.”

Taken aback from what he just said, you feel your face soften and your heart drop into your stomach. “I, you ...” you trail off, looking at Charlie.

Your boyfriend sighs and says, “Yeah. I’m planning a surprise for you. That’s why I’ve been with the guys a lot recently. You’ve never been a second choice to me, Y/N. I’ve been planning this surprise to show you that you have never been and will never will be a second choice to me. I didn’t even want you to know the surprise was coming. I wanted it all to be a surprise to you.”

You frown and say, “Charlie, I’m sorry. I didn’t know and I think I overstepped.”

He looks at his feet and says, “No, I’m sorry I made you feel like you were becoming a second choice to the guys. It wasn’t the case at all.”

“On the bright side,” you say, getting up and walking over to Charlie. “I’m really looking forward to this surprise you have planned for me. You know how much I like surprises.”

Charlie looks up at you and says, “That’s why I was planning this surprise for you, Y/N.”

You hug him, saying, “I’m sorry I ruined your surprise.”

Your boyfriend hugs you back and says, “It’s still a surprise. I’ll just have to keep you on guard for a while so you forget about the surprise so I can still pull of the complete surprise.”

With a light laugh, you say, “Sounds good to me.”

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hey y’all. i’ve hit kind of a writer’s block and have no idea what to write, so i wanted to see if any of y’all had any requests. send him some requests from the prompts list and who you’d like it written for (charlie, owen, luke only) and i’ll get to writing if y’all have any requests <3

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just friends | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: Charlie and reader have a conversation that will take their friendship to the next level … (19) “just friends” “yeah right” & (21) “we’ve never been just friends and i think you know that” & (24) “i’ve tried to tell you so many times that i was in love with you. the words just refused to come out”

requested: yes

length: short to medium

warnings: drunk reader and charlie

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You lay on your couch with your arm in the air. You were celebrating your best friend’s new movie and how it just wrapped. Charlie was so happy to celebrate with his closest friends and his castmates. You helped throw the party, so now you have to help clean it up.

“Y/N,” Charlie whines. “Help me clean up so we can both go to bed quicker.” He stumbles into the living room with trash bags.

Cups litter the tables and there is trash all over the floor. You look over at your best friend and say, “I’m too drunk for this, Charlie. I’ll fall all over the place.”

Charlie smiles and says, “I’ll make sure to catch you, bestie.”

A laugh passes your lips and you get up off the couch. Charlie hands you a trash bag and the two of you begin to clean Charlie’s apartment.

It’s close to one in the morning when you finish helping Charlie clean up. Both of you have sobered up a lot since beginning the cleanup process. Both of you are still a little drunk but not enough to be stumbling around and slurring your words like before.

You look over at Charlie and say, “I’ll, um, take the couch and let you have your own bed.” When you and Charlie agreed to throw the party, Charlie said you can stay the night since it would be kinda late when you finished cleaning.

“Or we can just share the bed like we always do,” Charlie says slowly. “My couch isn’t exactly comfortable, Y/N. You can borrow a t-shirt to sleep in.” You nod, heading into Charlie’s closet. You find one of his large button-up shirts and put it on over your bra. It’s big enough to act as a night shirt. You pull off your leggings and head back out into the bedroom.

Charlie’s back is to you and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. “Oh!” you gasp, caught off guard and turning around. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be in here yet.”

Your best friend laughs and says, “It’s fine, Y/N. You’ve seen me with no shirt on before. Plenty of times before.”

You crawl into Charlie’s bed and get comfortable under the blankets before saying, “You’re practically naked in front of me this time, Charlie. Seeing you shirtless when you’re wearing swim shorts is fine, seeing you when you’re in your underwear is something completely different.”

He crawls into bed next to you, laying on his side and facing you. You lay on yours, facing him too. “I don’t know why it’s so different. It’s basically the same thing,” Charlie says to you.

“I can’t see the outline of you know what in your swim shorts,” you tell him. “That’s why it’s different. I don’t wanna see your you know what, Charlie.”

Charlie laughs and says, “You couldn’t handle seeing my you know what, Y/N.”

You smiles and shake your head. “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Your best friend laughs again and you move closer to him, Your nose almost touches Charlie’s and you sigh, meeting his eyes.

He blinks at you and asks, “Have you every thought about what would happen if we, you know, where more than friends?”

“When we first became friends,” you admit. “We we first met and became friends, I thought that we would become more than friends. Then it never happened and I didn’t mind because I just wanted you in my life.”

Charlie says, “I still think about it sometimes. I still think about what would happen if I just ...” He trails off.

You tilt your head at him, confused. “If you just what?” you ask.

In response to your question, Charlie slowly leans in and brings his lips to yours. You gasp when his lips touch yours. You push him away gently and look at him. “Just friends, Charlie,” you tell him, voice almost a whisper.

“Yeah right,” Charlie says softly. “We’ve never been just friends and I think you know that.”

With a soft sigh, you say, “Charlie, we’ve only ever been best friends. I don’t know what will happen if our relationship changes.”

Charlie’s face falls and he says, “Nothing will change if our relationship changes, Y/N. We’ll just keep being our crazy selves. That’s all.”

You pout a bit and ask, “How do you know nothing will change? What if something happens with us if we start a relationship? Our friendship will be ruined and I can’t lose you.”

He smiles softly and says, “I’ve tried to tell you so many times that I was in love with you. The words just refused to come out. I think I’ve loved you since we met, Y/N. I’m willing to take that risk because I do love you and would do anything to keep you in my life.”

You’re caught off guard with what Charlie told you. “You ... love me?” you ask.

Your best friend, if that’s what he is now, nods and says, “I do, Y/N. I really do. If you don’t feel the same way then I’ll deal with that and it won’t affect us.”

To tell Charlie how you feel, you lean in and kiss him. You feel Charlie smile against your lips and he cups your face with his hands.

When you both pull back from the kiss, Charlie says, “I hope that was you telling me you feel the same way.”

“Well,” you say, watching Charlie’s face fall. “I really like you, Charlie. Maybe as more than a friend. I don’t think I’m in love with you but I really like you.”

Charlie smiles and asks, “Just friends?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah right,” you say, repeating what Charlie said to you. “I don’t think we can ever be just friends now.”

He laughs, pulling you into his arms. You bury your face in his neck as you embrace the change of your relationship with Charlie.

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can’t sleep | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader can’t sleep and Charlie suggests something that might help her get to sleep ... (13) “can’t sleep?” “nope” “let’s have sex”

requested: yes

length: medium

rating: R

warning: SMUT. dirty talk throughout. some fluffy content toward the end

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It’s two in the morning, and you haven’t been able to get to sleep. You’ve been trying to lay as still as possible because your boyfriend is asleep beside you. Of course he decided to spend the night tonight and this is the night you can’t sleep so you’re tossing and turning.

You stare at the dark ceiling or look out the window, seeing the beach in the moonlight.

After another fifteen minutes of not sleeping, you lay face down on your pillow and groan softly, careful not to wake Charlie sleeping beside you.

But your efforts fail and you feel Charlie stir beside you. You look over at him and watch him roll over to face you.

“Sorry I woke you,” you tell him. “Go back to sleep.”

Charlie asks, “Can’t sleep?” He brushes away a piece of hair that is in your face.

You shake your head and say, “Nope.”

Your boyfriend smiles at you and says, “Let’s have sex.”

“Charlie,” you say as he moves closer to you. “It’s two in the morning, closer to three. You woke up in the middle of the night and now you want to have sex?”

His face is close to yours and he says, “Y/N, sex makes you tired so if you want to get to sleep quickly then sex it is.”

He has a good point. Sex always makes you tired.

You move so you’re straddling Charlie’s waist. He smiles up at you, asking, “Is that a yes?”

To answer his question, you pull off the large t-shirt you’re wearing, leaving you in nothing but your shorts. Charlie’s eyes widen and he smiles at you, sitting up and kissing your breasts. He wraps his arms around your waist and you smile.

At this point, you’re willing to try anything to get to sleep, and if sex gets you to sleep then even better.

Charlie kisses his way from your breasts and up your chest to your neck and jaw. You let out a soft groan as you run your fingers through Charlie’s messy hair.

You slowly begin to grind against Charlie’s body. He lets out a soft groan against your neck. You feel a bulge growing in Charlie’s pajama pants. He looks up at you and says, “Y/N.” You run your fingers down through Charlie’s hair and down his chest. He’s already not wearing a shirt so that’s one less piece of clothing you need to remove.

He leans up and kisses you roughly. His tongue slips into your mouth and you groan against his lips. You cup his face as the kiss continues. He begins pulling at the shorts you’re wearing.

Quickly, you pull off your shorts. Your underwear goes with the shorts. Charlie’s fingers run up your inner thighs to your core. His calloused fingers run through your folds, making you moan softly. “Charlie,” you sigh.

Charlie begins to play with your clit and tease your entrance with his fingers. Your breathing speeds up and you grip Charlie’s shoulders. “God,” you pant as Charlie speeds up his movement.

Then he dips a finger into you. You put your face in Charlie’s neck as he pumps his finger in and out of you. You gasp and pant, pressing the occasional kiss to Charlie’s neck.

He adds a second finger, making you moan into his ear.

You pull his pajama pants down to his knees, his boxers going with them. You look down at his hard member that stands against his stomach and you bite your lip. His size always fills you with nervousness and excitement. You reach into your bedside table and pull out a little silver package. You hold it up and Charlie takes it. “You’re gonna need that,” you tell him.

Charlie laughs softly, withdrawing his fingers from you. You whine as Charlie opens the little condom package and slides it’s contents on. You take Charlie’s member in your hand, lining it up with your entrance. You still straddle his waist. He hasn’t tried to take control.

Slowly, you begin to lower yourself onto him. You gasp from the pressure. Charlie’s hands rest on your waist and you meet his eyes. They’re filled with hunger and lust. You begin to move your hips slowly, giving yourself time to adjust to his length.

Soft moans leave your lips as you move. You cup his face and kiss him as you move. The kiss is messy and rough as your hip movements speed up.

A wave of pleasure overcomes you and a knot forms in your stomach. Your legs get shaky and Charlie pulls back from the kiss, looking up at you.

In one movement, Charlie picks you up by your thighs and lays you on your back. He pulls his pants and boxers of his legs and begins to thrust harder into you. You cry out in pleasure as he throws your legs over his shoulders. You throw your head back as he thrusts his hips hard into you.

“God, Charlie,” you moan out. “Please don’t stop. You fuck me so good.”

Motivated by your words, Charlie moves deeper into you. The tip of his member finds your g-spot, and your back arches off the bed in pleasure. Charlie pins your hips to the mattress as he fucks you. You look up at him, trying to see him in the dark.

Your fingers dig into his back and your moans are louder than they probably should be since it’s the middle of the night and your apartment neighbors probably don’t appreciate the noises they might be hearing right now, or the fact that the bed is hitting the wall every time Charlie moves.

You feel your walls clench around Charlie’s member and you moan, “Charlie.”

His hand snakes down to your clit, and he begins to rub the bud with his fingers. You pant and moan loudly, back arching off the bed as the knot in your stomach comes undone and you release onto Charlie’s member. He releases into the condom before he collapses beside you. You pant and stare at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

Charlie pulls off the condom, tying it off and throwing it out. You cuddle up to your boyfriend and he wraps his arms around your shoulder. You finally feel tired enough to sleep.

“That was amazing sex for being the middle of the night,” you tell him with a yawn.

He laughs and says, “I’m guessing my suggestion worked and you’re tired?”

You nod and put your face in his neck, falling asleep slowly.

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finally free | luke patterson

paring: ghost!fem!reader x ghost!luke patterson

summary: after Luke duets with Julie, reader gets jealous and poofs away. Luke finds her and the two have a conversation that ends much differently than reader expected

requested: no

length: medium to long

rating: PG

warnings: none

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You are hanging in the shadows on the side of the stage in a café when a guy with a microphone walks onto the stage.

“Okay, it looks like we’re closing the night out with one more group,” the guy says. He looks down at his notepad. “Julie and the Fat Ones.” The crowd snickers as you watch Julie walk past the Dirty Candy girls and walk onto the stage.

Julie finds her way to the piano and puts her microphone on the stand above the piano. “Hi,” she says into her microphone. “It’s actually ‘Julie and the Phantoms’.” No one reacts. “Okay.”

She begins to play the piano and sing. From hearing practices in the studio, you know how talented Julie is. Her vocals are amazing.

And she doesn’t know you exist. You’ve kind of stayed away from her but you’ve sat outside the garage, listening in to band practices. You’re only here for Luke. He’s a ghost, yes, but so are you. You met him when walking the beach one night. He poofed to the beach out of nowhere, scaring you, and the two of you have grown close in the few weeks since that happened.

You think he has a thing for you, and you definitely have a thing. Who wouldn’t? He’s cute, funny, and extremely talented. When Luke’s not with his band or writing songs for Julie and the Phantoms, he’s usually off somewhere with you.

The crowd watches Julie as she sings alone on the stage with the piano. Some sway their heads to the beat.

Until the beat drops and the guys appear on the stage.

I got a spark in me Hands up if you can see And you're a part of me Hands up if you're with me Now 'til eternity Hands up if you believe Been so long and now we're finally free

Luke’s singing into his mic along with Julie, who gets up from her seat at the piano. The crowd electrifies when the guys appear on stage with their instruments.

You smile and sway a bit to the beat yourself.

We know we can make it We're not falling down under Close my eyes and feel my chest Beating like thunder I wanna fly Come alive Watch me shine

Luke and Julie look at each other as they sing their little duet together. You stop swaying and watch them, seeing the look on Luke’s face.

Then it hits you that he definitely doesn’t have a thing for you. He absolutely has a thing for Julie though.

After repeating the refrain, Julie turns toward Luke. Luke quickly runs over and shares a microphone with Julie as he repeats back to her what’s sung to him.

I got a spark in me I got a spark in me And you're a part of me And you're a part of me Now 'til eternity Now 'til eternity Been so long and now we're finally free

After repeating the refrain again, the guys and Julie begin harmonizing and Luke walks over to the side of the stage you’re on. He plays guitar in front of the crowd in front of you. He looks at you and meets your eyes.

You look away and he goes back to his microphone. After singing a line, he backs away from his mic and looks at Julie. A small smile forms on Luke’s face as she sings the final line in the song. Luke looks at her in awe as she sings.

The song ends and the guys poof off the stage. You poof away, slightly jealous. You poof to the beach where you and Luke first met.

With a sigh, you sit in the sand by the water. The moonlight lights up the beach a bit and you watch the waves crash. You bring your knees up and rest your chin on your knees.

It hurts, knowing the guy you have a crush on likes someone else. It hurts more than most people know.

Plus, Julie is a Lifer. You don’t know why Luke likes a Lifer considering the circumstances.

With a sigh, you rest your forehead on your knees and close your eyes.

You hear a whoosh noise and a “hey Y/N”. Luke’s here. He found you. You don’t know why you came here of all places. He knows he can always find you here.

“I thought you’d be with the band,” you tell him, your voice monotone.

Luke says, “I was able to celebrate with the band. I wanted to come celebrate with you, Y/N.”

Still slightly hurt, you say, “Yeah, well, I’m not really in the mood for a celebration, Luke.” You haven’t been able to look up at him. You’re too afraid you’ll cry if you look up at him and you won’t want to cry in front of him. If you cry then you’ll have to explain why and you don’t want to explain why.

He sits beside you and says, “I saw you poof out after our number. Did you need to leave to go somewhere?”

You sigh and say, “I needed to get out of there. It was stuffy.”

“Then why did you look away from me when I made eye contact with you when I was on stage?” he asks. “Did I do something to hurt you?”

Getting slightly annoyed, you say, “No, Luke. You haven’t done anything to hurt me.” Sarcasm is laced in your voice.

Luke picks up on the sarcasm and asks, “What did I do, Y/N? Please, tell me, because I don’t like it when we fight.”

Finally, you look at him. He has a look of worry on his face and you respond with, “Why do you have a thing for a Lifer? You know she’ll grow old and you won’t.”

A smile forms on Luke’s face and he asks, “You think I have a crush on Julie? No. Kinda ew. She’s my bandmate and is more of a sister than anything to me. She’s a lifer and I know she’ll grow old and I won’t. Why do you think …” He trails off, realizing the answer. “You have a thing for me, don’t you? That’s why you’re acting like this and why you poofed out of the café after ‘Finally Free’ was over.”

You jump into immediate defense mode, saying, “No! I don’t have a thing for you, Luke. Nuh uh. Gross. You’re, like, my best friend. Bleh.”

He laughs and says, “You definitely have a thing for me, Y/N. I can tell. You got all jealous and left right after the number was done. That’s why you asked why I liked Julie when I don’t.”

“Stop!” you say, getting up and stepping back from Luke. “I don’t have a thing for you, Luke. You’re cute and all, plus really talented and really funny. But I don’t have a thing for you.”

Luke smiles up at you and say, “You definitely do. Why are you all the way over there then?”

You make a face and say, “You have cooties.”

The guitarist laughs and says, “We’re not in second grade, Y/N. I don’t have cooties.”

“Fine,” you admit. “Maybe I have a very very small thing for you. Like it’s so small that it’s practically nonexistent.”

He laughs and gets up, standing in front of you. You sigh and Luke says, “That’s okay, Y/N. I have a very very small thing that it’s basically nonexistent for you too.”

Your jaw almost drops when he makes that comment. He just admitted he has feelings for you, and you’re still standing like eight feet from him.

He doesn’t like Julie. He likes you. You’re shocked by this because you really thought he liked Julie.

“I’m embarrassed now,” you tell him. “I really had it in my head that you were into Julie.”

Luke smiles and asks, “How that you found out I’m not into Julie?”

You blink at him and reply with, “I’m still not sure because it was really deep in my head that you were into her.”

The lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms steps closer to you and he says, “I am definitely not into Julie. I am definitely into you, Y/N. How could I not be into you? You’re very cute, you make me laugh, and the little cheek dimple you have when you smile is my favorite thing ever.” You smile when he says that to you. “Yeah, just like that.”

Your heart races in your chest as you slowly ask, “What happens now?”

Luke steps closer to you again, singing softly, “I got a spark in me. And you’re a part of me. Now til eternity. Been so long and now I’m finally free.” He meets your eyes and looks at you so intensely that you shiver.

He stands a few inches away from you now instead of eight feet away. You continue staring up at him. “I, um,” you stammer. “Luke.”

“That’s my name,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him before saying, “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Luke lets out a soft laugh before he says, “Yet you haven’t poofed away or anything.”

Your eyes are still on Luke’s as you say, “I can if you want.”

“I don’t think so,” Luke sternly says before he takes your face in his hands, pulling you toward him. Your lips collide with his and you gasp.

Luke is kissing you. You’re kissing Luke. This is a thing that is currently happening.

You kiss him back almost immediately and melt against his body. The kiss is soft and sweet, and it feels like you’ve done it a thousand times. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as he kisses you.

After a few seconds, Luke pulls back from the kiss and you look up at him. “I should’ve asked if that was okay,” he stammers. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t think-” You cut him off with a second kiss. He smiles against your lips as you kiss him. He now knows it was okay that he kissed you first.

The kiss continues for a little bit before you pull away. Luke looks down at you and says, “I want you to meet the band, Y/N.”

“Okay,” you say. “Take me to meet your band.”

He smiles before poofing away. You poof right behind you, both of you meeting outside the garage you’ve sat outside of dozens of times, listening to Luke practicing.

Luke walks through the door. He says, “I have someone I’d like you all to meet.” You walk through the garage door. Julie and his bandmates all sit scattered throughout the garage. Julie looks at you, obviously being able to see ghosts.

“This is everyone,” Luke says. “That’s Julie, Reggie, and Alex.”

You wave hello to everyone and Alex says, “We still don’t know her name, dude.”

“Right. This is Y/N,” Luke tells his bandmates. “My girlfriend.”

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dating luke patterson would include

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alive!luke patterson

You always going to his Sunset Curve gigs, cheering him on from behind the curtain backstage.

Luke dedicating songs to you, especially the ones he wrote about you or for you. You would always get flustered when he would do this.

Pre-show kisses are a must. Luke likes to think that your kisses give him luck.

Celebrating with Luke and the guys after a successful gig. Keeping them away from street dogs because those will kill them one day.

You being the band’s unofficial manager and roadie since you’re dating Luke, and you go everywhere with them.

Luke buying you little gifts in appreciation for you supporting him and Sunset Curve.

You and Luke always getting caught together in the studio or in a dressing room before the gig. The guys making fun of both of you for the rest of the day after you get caught.

Lots of makeout sessions when you and Luke are alone in the garage before or after a practice or in a dressing room before a gig.

Both you and Luke barely being able to keep your hands off each other. You’re always holding hands or touching each other in some way when you’re together. Especially when you’re alone together.

Reggie, Bobby, and Alex being your closest friends, although you’re closer with Alex than Reggie or Bobby.

Luke being supportive of you and what you love like you are of him and his career.

Listening to Luke and his band practice their songs in the garage. You sit on the couch and sway your head to the beat.

You always suck into Luke’s room when he was living at home. He lived in a one-floor house so it was pretty easy. You’d sneak in just to cuddle with him for a bit or listen to him strum for fun on his guitar.

Luke always found a way to sneak into your second-floor bedroom when he wanted to see you or spend the night with you.

Your worst fight with Luke being about Luke running away from his parents. You didn’t think it was a good idea and he just wanted out. Then you saw how his parents were about his music career so you helped him get settled in the garage.

Even after small fights, Luke would make it up to you with cuddles or bringing you snacks. Sometimes fights would lead to make up sex.

Sex wouldn’t happen very often because of Luke’s very busy life with practicing, recording, and performing. But when it would happen, it would be amazing. You’d be on cloud 9.

You and Luke would tell each other how much you love each so many times a day because neither of you know when you won’t be able to tell the other how much you love them.

***

ghost!luke patterson

You being Julie’s best friend, and the only other Lifer that can see the guys.

You being slightly freaked out at first when Julie introduced you to them. Luke quickly was able to calm you down and explained the situation.

Both you and Luke almost falling for each other instantly.

Luke denying any feelings toward you when asked by Reggie or Alex. You denying any feelings toward Luke when asked by Julie.

Eventually, both your feelings would come out into the open.

After feelings come out into the open, Luke plans garage dates, or late night dates since he’s a ghost and you’re alive, and you are one of two people that can see him.

He plays you some old Sunset Curve songs and gives you sneak peeks of new Julie and the Phantoms songs.

You wish you could touch him. You’d love to be able to hold his hand and hug him.

When you find out he has to cross over, it breaks your heart. You disappear from his life because you can’t handle losing him.

Luke pops up again and begs you to come back. Then he touches you.

After he’s able to touch you, you’re always holding his hand or playing with his hair.

You tell him how much you love him so often he might be sick of hearing the words “I love you” come from you.

He tells you he loves you too. He tells you that he’ll always love you since you’ll grow old and he won’t.

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