names Lola, Im 19 yo and this is my page. here I share my thoughts and works on different fandoms. also english isn't my first language, so sorry for mistakes. hope you enjoy!
requests are open <3
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-Fandoms/who I write for
musicians/bands: 2hollis, rommulas, conceal, nate sib, jonah, conceal, nettspend, billie eilish, lil peep, nirvana, hole, chappell roan, charlie xcx, sophie, arca, babes in toyland, melanie martinez, young lean, bladee, ecco2k, etc...
videogames: tlou, resident evil, valorant, minecraft, stardew valley, dying light, baldurs gate 3, the witcher, needy girl overdose, sally face, fran bow, skyrim, cyberpunk 2077, cuphead, danganronpa, lis, etc...
animes: JJK, death note, the future daily, cyberpunk edgerunners, kakegurui, nana, chainsaw man, MHA, naruto, kiki' delivery service, howl's moving castle, ponyo on the cliff by the sea, spirited away, danganronpa, sailor moon, etc...
autors note: I love this cute boy, why is there not so much content about him?
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A - Aftercare
(What they’re like after sex)
I think he's very gentle and sweet, and after the act he'll definitely hug you and say a lot of soothing words and bring you water and snacks.
B - Body part
(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
I swear he loves your hips and ass, it's not just sexual, he loves lying between them when you're watching something, playing ps, smoking weed and all that. In himself, he loves his torso and, in principle, his physical form.
C - Cum
(Anything to do with cum basically)
I think he'll use contraceptives, but he won't mind if you're on the pill, or if you don't have condoms, he'll be happy to cum on your hips or ass.
D - Dirty Secret
(A dirty secret of theirs)
I think he wants you to do pegging, he's seen it in porn before, but he's still afraid to offer it to you.
He also really wants you to give him a striptease, but he doesn't know how to hint or tell you (he's also seen it in porn).
E - Experience
(How experienced are they?)
I think he had a bit of experience, not much, but he knows what's what.
F - Favourite Position
(Does this need an explanation?)
I think he likes to watch your sweet face and the emotions on it, so he uses the missionary one most of the time, but he also likes it when you ride him.
G - Goofy
(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)
I think when he's sober he's more serious, but sometimes he can be joking. But when he's drunk or high, his playfulness takes over and you shouldn't expect him to be serious at that moment.
H - Hair
(How well groomed are they)
He shaves his head and tries to keep an eye on it, but with you he doesn't really care what's down there, as long as it doesn't get too messy.
I = Intimacy
(How are they during the moment)
I think he's very romantic and intimate at this moment, he loves you and wants you to feel the best.
J - Jerk off
(How often and why)
He loves jerking off to your videos together when you're not around or he's on tour, and he also loves calling you when he really needs you.
K - Kink
(One or more of their kinks)
I think he likes femdom, but he also likes to dominate sometimes. I also think he has a little foot fetish. I don't know if it's a fetish, but he loves to bite.
L - Location
(Favourite places to do it)
Most of the time, it's your bed, your couch, or any other place in your home. But this guy also loves taking risks (which you wouldn't know from looking at him), and his friends don't know, but when you go out together at a party or in a recording studio, interesting things happen.
M - Motivation
(What turns them on)
He loves it when you're confident and tease him, and he likes it when you dress up in public (although he might get a little jealous)
N - NO
(Something they wouldn’t do)
He's against anything that would hurt you, and he's also against any super kinky stuff (like piss or shit)
O - Oral
(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He loves eating you, it's like he's been practicing all his life. But he also loves it when you suck his cock
P - Pace
(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
When you have sex outside of your home, it's fast and rough, but when you're at home, it's slow and sensual.
Q - Quickie
(Their opinions on quickies)
He doesn't really like it, but he can make an exception if you want.
R - Risk
(Do they take risks?)
As I mentioned, he loves them, and it only fuels his desire.
S - Stamina
(How many rounds can they go for, how long?)
2 rounds max, but if you want more he'll blow you or finger you becauze he's generous and loves you.
T - Toy
(Do they own toys?)
He doesn't like using them in bed, but he does like it when you tease him with homemade videos using a vibrator or dildo while he's away.
U - Unfair
(How much they like to tease)
He doesn't really like teasing, but he likes it when you tease him. It makes him turned on.
V - Volume
(How loud they are, what sounds they make?)
He's very loud, and he often whines or cries, and he's not shy about it, and he expects the same from you.
W - Wild Card
(Random headcanon)
He bought you a lot of condoms and lubricants with different flavors, and his favorite flavor was vanilla cake.
X - X-Ray
(You know...)
It's quite long and covered in veins, and its head looks like a mushroom.
Y - Yearning
(How high is their sex drive?)
It's average, and he's not very fond of initiating sex, so he's waiting for you to do it.
Z - ZZZ
(How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)
He falls asleep immediately if he can, especially when the warmth of your body soothes and lulls him to sleep.
autors note: finally new fic w nett, I wanted to make it more angst and toxic, but here it is, not toxic fic at all
wc: 1.2k
warnings: quarrel, a little rough Gunner, the topic of drugs and alcohol, drunk sex, oral sex, reconciliation sex
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You and Gunner have been in a relationship for a long time. He was madly in love with you, constantly gave you gifts, was romantic, and so on. At first, you liked everything, but then your eyes started to open to other aspects.
Of course he was addicted to drugs, what else can you expect from rappers. It was like a vicious circle, first you and his friends, all of them, including nett, were high. Then there's a concert or something like that, and he gets sick by the end. Well, in the end, you're the only one helping him deal with the consequences.
And now, after all this time, you're still here. You stand backstage and wait for him to finish the concert. You were alone with three guards and a couple of his friends who weren't eager to talk to you. Most of them are unknown, but they want to become famous by being next to nett.
Finally, Gunner finishes and goes backstage. He grabs you by the shoulder, his actions seem aggressive and strange to you. You also can't see his face, because there's a lot of smoke, people, and other factors behind the stage.
And so you went into the dressing room. There were already a bunch of people you didn't know, all of them were either drunk or stoned. Nett sat you down on the couch next to some guys, and he went deeper into the room. You were sitting and nervous, this atmosphere was weighing on you, and you were afraid that your boyfriend would use drugs again. Plus, these dudes scared you as fuck, so you were trying not to look or interact with them.
When Gunner finally came back to you, you noticed his gait. You thought about alcohol, or at least weed, because otherwise he would have broken his promise to you. When he approached the couch, two guys immediately made room for him and he sat down.
You started the dialogue first, "Did you use something?" He shook his head, "Of course not, just a little weed and vodka, nothing hard ma." He reached out his hands to your cheeks and kissed your lips. You immediately turned away saying "eww", feeling the nasty taste of alcohol on his lips and the smell of cigarettes. In response, nett laughed.
But you weren't laughing, the concert had exhausted you, and you knew that Gunner shouldn't get drunk today, because there would be more performances tomorrow. That's why you told him, "Let's go to the room, I'm terribly tired." . In response, you got a questioning look, "What? We just started having fun..." You shook your head, "No, these people are going to ruin you, you're going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow." He turned away from you and started getting up, "Go alone, stop ruining my fun, you already forbade me to take drugs, and you also forbid me to hang out."
Before you could respond, nett asked the guard to take you to the car, after which he disappeared into the crowd. Walking to the car, you thought about what might happen to him, yes, he was not a little boy, but you were worried about him anyway. The trip didn't take long, and after getting out of the taxi, you quickly went up to your shared room. It was already late, so you immediately washed up and changed into your pajamas, after which you went to bed.
Unfortunately, you couldn't sleep, your thoughts were spinning too fast and you didn't notice that the phone with Gunner's chat was in your hands. You were typing really fast.
Hey, I'm really worried bout u, when will u arrive at the room?
The message was sent, but you fell asleep without waiting for a response. You were woken up by a loud sound in the hallway, you got up carefully and quietly went there. To your surprise, it was Gunner. He was sitting on the floor, trying to take off his other shoe. When you saw this, you knelt down next to him to help him take off his shoe.
"Oh, did I wake you up?...I'm sorry ma." He was very tired, but not so drunk that he couldn't think straight. Quickly taking off his remaining shoe, you stood up and he did the same, after which he hugged you as if he didn't want to let go. "I'm sorry for being rude to you, I should have gone with you..." he whispered in your ear. "It's okay, are you going to wash up?" You answered him, and he shook his head. "Then let's go to bed," you said, taking his hand and leading him into the room.
After going into the room, you lay back down while nett took off his clothes and accessories, ending up only in boxers. He lay down next to you, putting his hand on your waist. "You're so warm..." He ran his nose over your neck, "And you smell great..." He started covering your neck with kisses. "Gunner, I thought you wanted to sleep," you said mockingly, to which he snorted at your neck.
"Stop it, let's go to sleep," you turned around so that he would stop slobbering on your neck for at least a second. In response, he moved lower under the covers, so that his kisses now covered your thighs. "What are you doing?" You whimpered a little at the end, he started kissing the inside of your thigh. "I want to apologize to you," he looked at you with his crystal blue eyes from under the covers, while his fingers pulled down your pajama shorts along with your panties.
Unable to resist him, you succumbed to pleasure, and buried your hand in his hair, accidentally averting your gaze from embarrassment. "Look at me or I won't do anything," he commanded, and you obeyed. His warm breath was hitting your pussy, which made you whimper. After a couple of seconds, his mouth finally came into contact with your warmth, and his fingers began kneading your ass and thighs.
Gunner started moving his tongue at your entrance, and his nose reached your clitor a little. But he decided to start stimulating it with one hand, pressing you against his mouth with the other. You writhed with pleasure like a snake, while he continued to work his tongue. And then he started entering your hole with his tongue, licking you dry there, and the clitoral stimulation added even more pleasure to you, which is why the orgasm came to you very quickly, and nett noticed it. "Come on, cum in my mouth ma, I've been waiting for this all fucking day" he said a little indistinctly, because his mouth was busy.
Finally, your back arched and you came in his mouth. Nett crawled out from under the covers licking his lips and fingers, after which he kissed you hard, leaving your own taste on your lips. "Now for sure, good night," he said, putting his arm around your waist. "Good night."
Would u be interested liking to do a kuru fan fic or like feng
ohhh, I love kuru, hes really cute and I have already thought about fic w him... so I think I would do smthing about him, ofc. ty for your question too!
autors note: I'm deep in love w this boy, also remember English isn't my furst laguage
wc: 1k
warnings: oral (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, alcohol is mentioned
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To be at Gunner's concerts had many advantages and disadvantages. One of the advantages is that he looked amazing on stage, and you also like to support his work. The downside is that the constant shows exhaust not only nett, but also you.
Right now, Gunner has already finished his show and is heading backstage to you. When you saw him, you decided to hug him, even though he was sweaty and wet. "You did a great job, as always..." you said, looking at him. "Thanks, I'm fucking tired, aren't you too?". He took a bottle of water to refresh himself.
"Yes, can we go to the hotel? Or did you want to hang out with your friends?" You look at him with puppy dog eyes, you miss him madly and wanted to relax in a hotel. "Of course, that's what I was going to do, I want to spend time with my baby..." You turned away, embarrassed by his behavior, he would do anything to make you lose your temper.
After your little dialogue, you were already walking outside holding onto each other to get to the car. It was difficult to do this, because the fans were already crowded at the back entrance, so you did it as quickly as possible.
Finally, after getting into the car, nett immediately approached you and put his right hand on the back of your seat. There was another driver in the car besides you, whom you were still shy about, even though Gunner told you to stop.
But when the car started moving, Gunner put his hand on your knee, after which he slowly began to lift it higher up your thigh. At that time, he also nuzzled your neck. And despite how much you liked it, you pulled away from him a little and took his hand from your hip. "Wait a bit, we're almost there..." You whispered it so that only he could hear it.
"How can I wait?" Gunner answers. He continued his actions the rest of the way to the hotel, but you held on and tried to wait for arrival.
When he finally arrived at the hotel, he almost ran to take you by the hand into the room, you knew that something was going to happen and you liked it, you liked seeing him in that mood.
When he entered the room, he pulled away from you and said in a commanding tone, "Sit on the bed," pointing his finger at your bed in the room. Being a little shocked and drunk, you took off your shoes and sat in the middle of the bed.
He took off his shoes, too, and then came over to the bed, looking straight into your eyes. "Is something wrong...?" You asked, not understanding what was going on. "Take off your bottom and put a pillow under your back..." After these words, Gunner took off his shirt, exposing his torso.
You obeyed his order and took off your bottom along with your underwear, throwing them somewhere to the side. Also, after that, you lay down on the pillows. Just at that moment, the gaze shifted to nett. Being half-naked, he sat on the bed and started moving towards you, eventually pinning you to the bed with his body and taking your hands in hes gentle.
Your lips are entwined in a greedy kiss. He started whispering something about how long he had been waiting for this and all that. Suddenly, Gunner broke the kiss, and began to slowly kiss your neck, looking straight into your eyes.
When he reached your clothed breasts, he pulled back and took off your top along with your bra, after which he continued to move lower and lower. He was teasing you, and you knew it, and you were waiting for a reward for your patience.
When he reached the bottom of your stomach, he stopped, and then asked you the question, "What do you want? I'll do anything if you ask..." You hesitated, thinking about what to say, he knew how to disable you "I... I want you to eat me out and finger me...".
Grinning, he silently lowered himself to your clitor, gently touching it with his tongue, in response to which you began to whimper, still looking straight into your eyes. Meanwhile, he suddenly inserted 1 finger into you, after which moans began to escape from your throat.
Gunner continued to suck on your clitor, after which he went down to your folds, massaging your clitor with his other hand. He also added a second finger afterwards.
He did it very intensely, but gently, which was why you were almost at your peak when suddenly nett suddenly pulled away. You exclaimed in shock, to which Gunner immediately replied, "Let me feel my favorite pussy, how long can I wait?" During this, he also began to take off his jeans and boxers, releasing his hard cock outside.
Exhausted, Gunner falls onto the bed next to you, wrapping you in his arms. "Next time I won't wait to get to the hotel, you know me..." He kisses you on the top of your head and whispers "Love you...".
perv!nett who steals multiple pairs of your panties whenever you can’t travel with him. He always ends up facetiming you, using your panties to jerk himself off. His favorite part is showing you, your now covered in cum panties once he’s done.
perv!nett who begs you to cock warm him while he works music, but when you eventually comply it takes only a couple seconds before you can feel him softly bucking up into you. Not being able to have only some of you, he always needed all of you.
perv!nett who can’t help himself when it comes to you, whether it’s pushing you into the bathroom at the club so he can fuck you real quick or making sure he eats you out before each one of his shows because apparently it’s his ‘good luck charm’.
perv!nett who sends you nudes whenever he feels like it, which is almost every day. Most times you end up sending some back and when you do within minutes you get a voice message of him whimpering as you can hear him touch himself.
perv!nett who gets incredibly needy whenever drunk. If he gets eyes on you he needs to have you, no matter where you are, he will find a way. Pulling you both out to his car or simply finding an empty room so he can take care of you.
perv!nett who always wants to record you whenever you fuck. Sometimes he sends them to you weeks or months later just to let you know he was jerking off to it in that moment.
perv!nett who rarely loses his stamina even after cumming inside you three times he still can’t stop himself from fucking his cock in you. “can’t stop can’t stop, need to cum inside you again baby,” panting above you, begging you to let him stuff you a fourth time.
perv!nett who can never ‘just’ make out, the second your tongue starts venturing into his mouth, his hands are automatically grabbing at your hips trying to rut into you desperate for friction.
perv!nett who looks forward to when you buy new clothes, expecting you to try on every single one for him while he jerks himself off. Whenever you come out in a new outfit he uses his hands to man handle you, so he can admire you from every angle.
perv!nett who is always begging to eat you out. Even if you’ve both been in the studio for hours and exhausted, he’ll pull you into an empty room so he can get his daily fix.
autors note: I was inspired by the way Priscilla Delgado played Angel in Euphoria, and I'll also be glad to hear a comeback from you. I'm sorry that this is the second fic which ends with ig massages, lol
warnings: none
wc: 820
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It all started very spontaneously, you didn't even notice how everything turned out this way.
First you met Sara, you had a couple of mutual friends, so at some point you became friends with her very quickly. You shared your personal life with her, chatting and hanging out together.
She often talked about how her boyfriend was into music or something, that he often went away to concerts and all that. According to your memory, he was in some kind of musical group with his friends. But you didn't pay much attention to it, you had your own business and it didn't interest you.
And one day she invited you to her boyfriend's concert. You agreed because you didn't have much to do, and new acquaintances wouldn't hurt. To prepare for the concert, you decided to listen to his music.
His tracks suited your taste, plus there were lines in Spanish, even though they were poorly written you liked it anyway. But you were interested in the singer with whom he had a feat on track "Options", you remembered Sara said something about Romans friend Hollis will be performing with him, so you decided to listen his music too, and you also liked it.
On the day of the concert, you took too long to get ready, so you only went to the after party. As you approached the club, you texted Sara about your arrival, but she didn't respond. So when you arrived and went inside, you started looking for her with your eyes.
There were a lot of people inside, but you didn't pay attention to it. Slipping between people, you couldn't find Sara. But suddenly you bumped into someone and felt something spilled on your dress. Looking up, you saw a tall, long-haired blond man. You were mad at him and the situation that had just happened, so you decided to take it out on him.
"Watch where you're going, asshole," you said, rolling your eyes and pushing him away. He chuckled at your words. Then he looked you up and down. "You don't know who I am?" He said arrogantly.
"I know, the motherfucker who ruined my dress and my mood," Saying this to his face, you quickly walked towards the toilets, where you tried to wash your dress from the caustic liquid. That's where you met Sara also.
"Hey, what happened?" She asked, hugging you."Some bastard bumped into me in the crowd and spilled his drink on my dress." You were still trying to wipe it off with napkins when you and Sara came out of the bathroom.
"And by the way, where's Roman? God, I'm so ashamed that you invited me to a performance and I was late..." After your question, Sara pointed to a place near the counter. You saw Roman right away, you even knew him a little. But then you shifted your gaze and made eye contact with the blond man sitting next to him, you immediately recognized him, it was he who pushed you a couple of minutes ago.
The puzzle in your head started to take shape, but to make sure, you asked Sarah, "Who's sitting next to him?" Sara grinned and replied, "Do you remember when I told you about his friend Hollis? He also performed today." You were still making eye contact with him, and you were shocked to say the least.
"Oh my fucking god...That's the guy I ran into..." you looked at your friend. Sara laughed and grabbed your hand. "My God, didn't you recognize him?". "No, but should I have? At least let someone put him on the ground." You rolled your eyes. "And what do you plan to do now?" She raised her eyebrows. "Go home, did you see what happened to my dress?" Hearing your words, Sara became sad, "But we didn't even dance ...". Already walking towards the exit, you told her "We still have a lot of time, good luck here" And hugged her.
On the way home, an unexpected message came to your phone. You clicked on it, and then a chat with 2hollis opened. You were a little shocked, the message said:
hey, srry for ur dress
why did u leave so fast, I thought we could talk ;(
A playful smile appeared on your face, and you started scrolling through his profile pictures. Damn, he was very sexy, but you decided to play hard to get.
Im too busy to waste my time on boring parties
plus u still have a debt for the dress
Hollis answered you right away, you felt that he was very interested in you.
how much money do I owe?
I can also give it to ur for moral compensation))
He pissed you off a little bit.
keep the money with u, I need something more than money
His message seemed risky to you, but there was something exciting about it.
wanna be on my next music video? I know you're an actress
b.g. : you find yourself unable to contain yourself after your boyfriend gunner dyes his hair.
w.c. : 3.8k
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the late hours of thursday night blurs into friday sometime around the georgia state line.
gunner, my boyfriend, just finished one of his tour stops in atlanta and he plays at rolling loud tomorrow - or today, i guess.
the tour bus smells like his cologne mixed with weed and the slightest bit of sweat. the highway lights outside blend together as they shine across the tinted windows every couple of seconds.
gunner's somehow still awake.
i don't know how he does this - perform his heart out and still stay up hours afterwards.
i glance up from where i'm curled in the corner booth of the couch and catch him standing near the kitchenette, digging through the mini fridge.
he's changed out of his sweat-soiled clothes from earlier into a simple pair of gray sweats. they hang low on his hips. his chain still adorns his neck, catching the light from outside every so often.
"whatcha looking for, gun?" i ask him softly.
he continues looking through the mini fridge.
"jus something to drink," he tells me.
"i got some water over here if you want it. it's cold," i offer.
he shuts the fridge, turning around to come back over to me. i hand the almost full water bottle to him.
"thanks, ma," he says, grabbing the bottle and taking a large gulp from it.
he sets it back down on a ledge before crashing down next to me.
"you excited for tomorrow, baby?" i ask.
he cuddles into my side, his head nestling into my chest. i see a lazy grin appear on his face.
"hell yeah. it's gonna be the best rolling loud yet," he tells me.
i smile at his response. he obviously is excited by these types of things, but he doesn't always show his full emotions. but i'm happy that he's happy.
i run my fingers through his mostly blonde hair, his ends black and his darker blonde roots beginning to grow in. i softly massage and scratch at his head.
"mhm," i hum. "you nervous at all?"
he thinks about it for a second.
"not really. i'm jus hype for the whole festival," he replies.
"hmm," i hum in response.
he pulls his phone out, beginning to scroll on some social media app.
i lay on the couch with him on top of me, massaging his head until i end up falling asleep.
by the time i properly wake up the next morning, sunlight pours into the bus windows.
and he's gone.
i don't really think much of it. festival days are always chaos.
he must've placed a blanket on me though, because i don't remember having one last night.
i check my phone and see a few texts from him.
gunner
hey ma they wanted me to to leave early for the festival n shi
but i'll see u later right?
y/n
hi i just saw this
&& yes i'll see u later!! lmk when ur coming back
he hearts my message.
i get myself ready for the day, missing his presence while doing so.
it's been a few hours and i still haven't heard from or seen him.
"have you seen him yet?" i ask one of his stylists that stepped onto the bus to grab something.
she almost grins in a way that i don't know what to make of it. almost like she knows something i don't.
"he's been busy all morning."
real helpful.
gunner starts sending me some texts around noon.
gunner
hey baby
u alive?
y/n
barely
i miss u
gunner
ur dramatic
and i miss u too
i'll see u soon
i text him a little while after that..
y/n
where are you like actually
the typing bubble appears.
then disappears.
then appears again.
gunner
getting ready for 2nite
y/n
cryptic ass
gunner
you'll survive bby
annoying.
the entire day passes like that.
tiny texts between long stretches of silence.
he doesn't go on until 8:30 so i really don't know why i haven't seen him at all.
i don't think he's doing something that i would consider bad, he's probably just going through his planned set for tonight.
maybe he'll decide to change things up from his tour, i don't know.
i decide to go out and enjoy myself at some sets before he has to go on.
the festival grounds get more crowded by the hour. the bass vibrates so heavily beneath my feet as people swarm the stages under the brutal florida heat.
another few hours passes and i'm slightly worn out from being within the huge crowds watching the musicians perform.
i get a text from gunner.
gunner
u can come backstage now
they jus told me
y/n
kk im omw
and so i find my way towards the stage he's playing on tonight, flashing my pass to the security guards, then trying to find him.
i see some members of his team; his stylists, managers, other random people who help out with him; but i don't see him yet.
where could he possibly be?
i'm sitting on some couch talking with his manager before noticing a figure that looks like him. they're facing away and has the same build and stature.
they're wearing a white jacket. white jeans. suspiciously familiar checkered vans. a white beanie.
but what isn't familiar to me is the ends of red hair poking from underneath the beanie.
that can't be gunner - right?
i squint my eyes, taking another look at the person.
their hand falls to their side and i notice some very familiar tattoos.
what the fuck.
am i imagining this?
but then i see the person now turn slightly to the side, and the facial features confirm it as him.
my mouth actually falls open.
it's almost like he feels me staring because he glances over his shoulder.
and immediately grins, showing off his silver grills.
his annoyingly smug but sexy grin.
"there you are, girl," he says, walking over to me.
i stand up from the couch, taking a step closer to him.
i can't take my eyes off the bit of red hair that's visible.
"what did you do?" i ask, shock evident in my voice.
"what?" he asks innocently.
"your hair," i say, reaching out to touch the ends of it. "it's red."
gunners smirk widens. "it is."
i look at him like he's crazy.
"when did you have the time to do this?" i ask.
"this morning," he tells me. "that's why i left early."
i keep looking at his hair.
"yeah, i've made that connection now."
i pull the white beanie off his head, seeing his full head of hair actually dyed red.
the red doesn't even look bad. not at all. i'm just so surprised that he did this.
"oh my gosh, baby, why didn't you tell me anything?" i ask him, running my fingers along the roots of his freshly dyed hair.
"wanted to surprise you. did it work?" he grins.
i smile, still shocked.
"yeah," i laugh. "it did. but did you have to disappear all day for this?" i ask.
"for this?" he repeats, faking offense. "this is art, ma."
i laugh, continuing to feel his hair.
"i gotta go on soon, girl," he tells me.
"i know.. i'm just," i exhale slightly, "still so shocked."
he grins at that.
i hand him back his beanie.
"you staying side stage?" he asks as he puts his beanie back on his head.
i nod. "obviously."
"good."
he leans down closer to me, a mix of cologne and something minty on his breath washing over me, and kisses my forehead.
"i'll see you after, ma."
i smile.
thousands of people erupt into cheers and hollers the second he walks out.
i barely even register the beginning of his set because all i can focus on is him. well more specifically, his red hair.
the beanie doesn't last long, fully revealing his new hair to the crowd.
as per usual, he gradually strips himself of his jacket and shirt.
it started to rain somewhere in the middle of all of this, the rainwater mixing with his sweat to soak his hair and skin. his freshly red hair sticks to the sides of his face. the water dripping down his torso is enough to make me even forget where i am right now.
and it seems like he knows that.
he's only glanced at me a few times, but he constantly runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head just right while the cameras are on him. his smug grin feels way too intentional not to be.
at one time in specific, after basically rubbing up on himself, he looks over at me, finding my eyes instantly. his stupid smirk widens and i roll my eyes dramatically at that. he just laughs into the mic before turning his attention back toward the crowd.
when gunner finishes his set, he immediately comes over to me. his body is damp and he's out of breath.
all he does is flash me a metal capped smile.
"you did great, baby," i praise, smiling at him.
"yeah?" he grins harder.
"mhm, the rain made it so much better," i tell him.
his hand briefly slides along my waist as he reaches somewhere behind me to grab a water bottle from someone nearby.
"yeah, it was fucking sick," he enthuses, downing the bottled beverage.
after backstage clears out a little, the two of us end up wandering through the festival grounds while some of his team trails behind us.
the florida air is still hot even this late at night.
people recognize him instantly, even with his glasses on.
they ask for photos, many complimenting his career as well as his new red hair. some also ask me for photos.
he stays cool about all of it, one hand loosely hooked around my wrist half the time so we don't get separated in the crowds.
but his touches linger in a more.. suggestive way than usual.
aside from his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles against the inside of my wrist, his large hands consistently find my waist and my lower back. they stay there longer than needed.
..which is all slowly driving me insane.
we stop near another stage for a while, standing off to the side while someone performs on stage.
i'm not even paying attention to the music anymore.
not when gunner keeps leaning down close to my ear every time talks so i can hear him over the noise.
not when, as he does this, his lips dust the lobes of my ears and the sides of my face.
not when i can feel the burning heat from his body every time someone in the crowd bumps into me and he instinctively pulls me even closer to him.
"you can't take your eyes off my hair, ma?" he suddenly asks.
"no, i can't," i look at him. "it's so different, baby. but i like it. like a lot."
he chuckles. "thanks."
gunner takes both of his hands and place them on my waist, squeezing my skin there.
i grin up at him.
he knows exactly what he's doing to me.
another hour or two passes like that.
at some point gunner switches from his hype post-performance energy into something a little more quieter.
not tired.
but a bit more calmer.
and definitely more touchy.
it's now midnight and considering he performed earlier, he was pretty beat.
so we decided to go back to our hotel room we booked for the weekend.
gunner looks down at me.
"you tired?"
"a little," i reply.
his eyes move across my face for a second before he reaches his hand up and adjusts one of my necklaces.
the parking lots outside the festival are still chaotic when we finally leave.
music echoes faintly from distant stages while groups of people wander through the humid night toward hotels, ubers, and afterparties.
gunner keeps close beside me the entire walk.
one hand low against my back. it's both protective and possessive.
by the time we reach the black SUV waiting for us, exhaustion finally starts settling into my bones.
and somehow the tension between us hasn't gone away all night.
if anything, it's gotten worse.
gunner sits in the seat beside me, stretching his arm across the back of my seat behind me.
his head tilts back against the leather for a second, eyes closing briefly.
i admire him like this for a moment before looking out the windows as we drive towards our hotel.
sometime during the drive, his hand settles on my thigh.
his thumb taps a few times against my skin, his fingers squeezing me slightly before he pulls away like nothing happened.
annoying.
by the time we finally pull up to the hotel, it's even later now.
his manager already gave us our key cards so we swiftly make our way through the lobby towards the elevator, going inside.
gunner stands beside me with his head leaning back against the mirrored wall, eyes half closed with exhaustion.
or maybe something else.
i can feel him looking at me.
"what?" i ask quietly after a second.
his eyes slowly move across my face before settling on mine again.
"you've been looking at me crazy all night."
i let out a small laugh. "am i not allowed to look at my boyfriend?"
his lips twitch into a grin.
"never said that."
as the elevator begins to move, i rest my body against the wall beside him, still looking at him.
his hair is messy from the humidity and rain, red strands going every which way.
i reach over and push a few strands back.
gunner's eyes stay on mine the entire time.
"still can't believe you did this," i murmur.
"you like it that much?"
"mhm."
my fingers slide through the wet strands near the side of his head.
then he steps closer.
close enough that his chain brushes lightly against my arm.
his hand settles on my waist again, his fingers brushing back and forth against me.
"the red hair really got you like this?" he asks teasingly.
i laugh. "you performing in the rain half naked probably helped too."
his eyes darken at this as he smiles.
then the elevator dings and the doors slide open.
we stay where we are for a second more.
he leans down closer to my ear.
"c'mon, ma," he says quietly. "before i stop bein patient."
a smug grin tugs at his mouth before he steps back, letting his hand fall from my waist only long enough for us to walk down the hallway toward our room.
gunner unlocks the hotel room door and pushes it open for me first.
the room it dimly lit, the orlando city lights spilling in through the massive windows.
i see our bags placed on the side of the room. he must've had someone arranged to bring them here before we arrived.
i hear gunner lock the door behind me.
i turn around, watching him slowly stalk toward me.
his hands take ahold of my waist one again.
"you looked so pretty side stage tonight," he compliments.
i blink, smiling bashfully.
"yeah?"
"mhm," his fingers tighten against my skin. "would've watched you the whole time if i could."
i grin.
he then leans into me and kisses my lips.
it quickly gets heated, almost like a switch was flicked on.
our tongues colliding in symphony as he pulls me even closer, pressing our bodies together.
i bring my hands up to get tangled in his hair. i tug on it slightly which earns me a moan from him.
he starts walking me backwards until the back of my legs hits the bed.
he pushes me to sit down and our lips disconnect.
"fuck, ma," he exhales.
he's already taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes.
he pulls at my tiny top.
"take this off for me."
my hands reach for the bottom of my shirt, quickly pulling it over my head. i'm left in my lacy bra and my skirt.
i see him borderline lick his lips at this.
gunner leans in for another kiss, leaning on both palms placed on either side of me. it turns rougher almost instantly. he kisses me like he's desperate.
he gently bites at my lip and starts to pull at my skirt as i slip my shoes off my feet.
his hands grip my thighs, puling me closer to the edge of the bed until i'm right against him. his fingers slide higher up on my legs, close to where i need him most.
his red locks are damp between my fingers. i tug at his hair again and he lets out another low sound against my lips.
"fuck," he mutters, eyes half-lidded as he looks down at me. "you keep doing that-"
i grin slightly, doing it again on purpose.
his jaw tightens.
"you're bad tonight," he says.
"learned from you," i reply.
he laughs once under his breath before kissing me harder.
his cold chain brushes against my skin while he leans further over me, one hand planted next to me while the other grips my thigh.
"been driving me crazy all night," he quietly admits, somewhat out of breath.
i look up at him. "you disappeared all day and came back looking like this. what did you expect?"
his smirk returns.
"you obsessed with me?"
i roll my eyes, but my hands slide from his hair down along his chest anyway.
"you're so cocky," i murmur.
"and you still can't stop touching me."
can't say he's wrong.
gunner kisses down my neck briefly before pulling back just enough to look at me sitting beneath him.
his gaze drags over me. his expression noticeably darkens.
"yeah," he says quietly to himself. "you look too fuckin' pretty right now."
i grin at him.
"go sit by the headboard," he tells me.
i softly bite my lip, pushing myself back until my back is resting against the pillows by the headboard.
i watch as he stands there, taking his gucci belt off with one hand and throwing it to the side. he crawls towards me.
our lips connect once again as he hovers over me.
his kisses migrate off my lips to my jaw, then my neck. he litters wet kisses across my collarbone, slightly pushing me to sit up as he snakes his arm around to unclasp my bra. he pulls it off of me, tossing it somewhere in the room.
his lips trail to my breasts, pressing a few kisses there before sliding his lips down my torso.
his fingers toy with the side of my panties as he lightly bites and sucks a mark into my inner thigh, the contrast of his cold grills chilling against my warm skin. his pretty blue eyes look up into mine as he does this.
his hands separate my thighs further.
"gunner.." i breath out.
"hmm?"
his lips and fingers dance around everywhere but the spot i actually need him.
"c'mon.." i whine.
"what?" he grins at me from between my thighs.
i close my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow behind me for a second.
"i need you, baby.." i mewl.
"yeah?" he smirks, his tone cocky. "where do you need me, ma?" he says, fake innocence in his voice.
i whimper. "don't make me say it."
his smirk shows his silver covered teeth.
"at least say please, then."
i almost roll my eyes.
"please, gunner.." i reluctantly say.
he grins up at me. "see? wasn't that hard."
gunner then takes ahold of the sides of my panties, pulling them off of me.
"you're so wet, ma.." he almost moans as he notices my slick heat.
he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my pussy before starting off with small licks and nibbles.
"yes, gunner," i breath.
each of his hands wrap around my upper thighs, holding me in place as he works on me. he spreads my legs wide open, his hold strong enough where i couldn't fight it if i tried.
gunner quickly starts eating me out with more urgency. his tongue licks large stripes down my folds, making my back arch at the feeling.
he doesn't take his grills off, so the crisp metal almost makes me jolt every time it touches me.
"you taste so fucking good," he hums against me, only taking the smallest break before getting back to work.
his nose nudges at my clit while he sticks his tongue inside of me.
the pressure begins to build in my stomach.
he's too damn good at this.
"oh shit, gun," i loudly moan out.
i try to move my legs but his grasp on me doesn't allow me to. i loop my ankle around to press on his back, holding him where he is.
i reach down to tangle my fingers in his hair, the head of red hair between my legs a completely different sight from any other time we've done this.
i play with and pull at his hair while he eats me out, his moans vibrating and sending shocks down my spine.
i don't think i'll last much longer - not when he's trying this hard.
he then wraps his lips around my clit and begins sucking. my back instantly arches off the bed.
"oh my gosh, right there, baby," i mewl out.
my grip tightens in his hair and i press his head closer to me.
i throw my head back against the pillows and he pulls off me for the slightest second.
"don't take your eyes off me, ma," he says quietly.
but it's enough to make me listen to him.
so i lift my head up, looking at him through my half closed eyes.
i continue to let out more moans and lewd obscenities.
gunner doesn't stop his attack on my bud, and if anything has doubled down on it.
"i'm so close, baby," i whine.
i notice his hips slowly grinding into the bed underneath him in an attempt to relieve some pressure.
he eats me out more determinedly, not giving up this pace he's set.
i pull even more at his hair at this, my ankle and calf pushing harder into his back.
"i'm gonna cum, baby," i loudly exclaim.
he doesn't break eye contact with me as he carries on with his oral attack.
i let out a small whimper, before a final loud moan escapes from my mouth as i cum.
he eats me through it, slowing down only the slightest bit.
once he's milked me for all i've got, he pulls his mouth off me, planting a gentle kiss on my hip bone.
i try to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down.
"you're so perfect, ma," he mutters, lifting himself up to hover over me once more.
i smile as he pecks my lips, the taste of myself on his mouth.
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a/n : i wanted to post this last night but i was being lazy and didn't actually start writing until 1am :// but i hope u guys enjoy 😈 because ik i did 😈😈 red hair nett js does something to meeee idk its unexplainable 🤤 he looks tew good!!! anyway lmk what u guys think about this!! feel free to send me comments, questions, suggestions, or anything thru my inbox or private messages!! i'm still taking reqs but they're not at the top of my priorities regarding my fics atm!! likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated <2 love y'all!!
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autors note: this is my first time writing smut here and I remind you that English isn't my first language
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A - Aftercare
(What they’re like after sex)
I think he gets tired quickly, so he just lies in bed and hugs you very tightly afterwards. But if you need help with something (like bring some water) he will certainly help you. And pillow talking of course
B - Body part
(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite part of his body is def his arms, because with their help he can satisfy all your needs, and he also likes the way tattoos on his arms look. But what about you? He's a huge hips and belly lover, he likes the feeling of a soft and warm texture
C - Cum
(Anything to do with cum basically)
I think he doesn't want to take too many risks, and he also doesn't want you to ruin your health, so he prefers to cum on your stomach, thighs, or on top of your pussy. But most of the time he wears condoms
D - Dirty Secret
(A dirty secret of theirs)
I think he has a lot of fantasies about being harshly dominated, called a good boy, and all that stuff. But this part of his fantasies is pushed to the background (unfortunately)
E - Experience
(How experienced are they?)
He's not exactly a super womanizer, but he definitely has experience and knows what he's doing or what he wants
F - Favourite Position
(Does this need an explanation?)
It depends on what condition he's in right now. After the concert, he's full of adrenaline and emotions, so he's going to fuck you hard in doggy style. When he's high, he's too lazy to do anything, so he prefers a cowgirl. But he likes to experiment, so you shouldn't expect just one thing from him
G - Goofy
(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)
Just like with poses, it depends on his mood. For example, when he is stoned or high, he will be as playful as possible. And when he's jealous, he's as serious as possible
H - Hair
(How well groomed are they)
He doesn't run himself, shaves from time to time and tries to keep everything in order
I - Intimacy
(How are they during the moment)
Also depends on his mood, but most of the time he is energetic and romantic (crazy mix yk)
J - Jerk off
(How often and why)
He often does this when he's on tour and you're not with him for some reason. He has a lot sex tapes on his phone, so he's reviewing them or call you...
K - Kink
(One or more of their kinks)
Praise kink, like even whe you praise his music or say something about his looks, he melts in your arms. Phone sex, as I wrote before it happens when he's on tour and can't touch you. Slight exhibitionism, he likes it more because of his possessiveness. Cute underwear, if you can even call it a kink
L - Location
(Favourite places to do it)
Everywhere?Most often it's a bedroom, hotel rooms, dressing rooms after concerts, a studio while recording songs, and of course the back seats (he likes the risk that the driver might notice)
M - Motivation
(What turns them on)
He likes it when you obey him or are shy about something, but at the same time he likes it when you behave confidently. In general, he gets turned on by almost every action you take
N - NO
(Something they wouldn’t do)
Something that can hurt you, and also against sharing you with someone in bed (threesome)
O - Oral
(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He prefers to receive, but that doesn't change his giving skills
P - Pace
(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
Again, depends on his mood, but I think it's fast and rough most of the time
Q - Quickie
(Their opinions on quickies)
He loves them, but if there is an opportunity to stretch the process, he will do it. He likes spending time with you
R - Risk
(Do they take risks?)
Risk also turns him on, he likes to do it on purpose and tease you about it. But if you're against it, he'll respect your comfort
S - Stamina
(How many rounds can they go for, how long?)
Not very much and not very little, about 3 rounds when he's sober, and a couple rounds when he's high
T - Toy
(Do they own toys?)
He doesn't really understand them, if you use them while he's away, he gets a little jealous, lol
U - Unfair
(How much they like to tease)
He's such a tease, omg. He likes to do it in public, drive you crazy and whisper things, and then show you what he promised in a private setting
V - Volume
(How loud they are, what sounds they make?)
I don't think he's too loud, but he definitely likes to groan. But sometimes he suppresses himself to hear you better
W - Wild Card
(Random headcanon)
He loves going shopping with you also because you will definitely go to the lingerie store, and this will become his favorite part (sex in the fitting room)
X - X-Ray
(You know...)
Default size, but fat af
Y - Yearning
(How high is their sex drive?)
Def high, he can do it everywhere and anytime you want
Z - ZZZ
(How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)
Really fast, but first make sure you're comfortable and everything like that
