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[angelbabytay222]

he’s so beautiful it hurts

also.. sorry for not posting lovelies i’ve been so busy fics will be releasing soon i promise

[hollisedd]

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you walk out of the kitchen into your room to start getting ready to hang out with nate. you and nate have been hanging out for a couple of weeks now fitting him in whenever you could, and you’ve enjoyed yourself. you felt seen and appreciated everytime he was with you. you were gonna beat the rude LA hoe allegations someway or another. every since you’ve began hanging out with nate, a lot paparazzi have been following you around asking what you two were. the truth was just friends… literally that’s it. i mean a few sleepovers here and there but you weren’t looking for a relationship so you kept it short and simple ‘he’s just a friend’. his fans not believing you of course, calling you just another groupie but you knew what you and nate we’re doing.

brushing away your inner thoughts you finish getting ready grabbing your phone, sunglasses, and jacket. it was a bit chilly in LA around this time so, that didn’t really bother you.

you text nate letting him know you were on the way to the studio to meet him. he said he was working on something and wanted you to hear it, you obliged of course checking your schedule beforehand. you had a meeting with hollis after about his fashion week outfits.

you walk out of your apartment locking up taking the elevator downstairs to the parking garage. once inside of your car you turn on the engine pulling out of the garage heading towards nate keeping the speed limit low to not get pulled over.

you arrive parking your car making sure you look okay in the mirror and then head inside ringing the buzzer for his room. the buzzer lets you in and you head upstairs walking in seeing nate with his headphones around his neck nodding his head to the beat

you walk over pulling up a chair sitting your sunglasses on your head “hey, what’s this?” you look at his computer smiling

“hey, uhh notion wanted to collab on this beat so i sent over some vocals. this is what i wanted to show you” he turns it up after his words putting the headphones over your head

you listen to the lyrics nodding your head to the beat biting your lip in concentration

nate looks you up and down leaning back manspreading watching you

‘ all eyes, all eyes watching us ‘

your eyes shift up looking at his eyes scrunching your eyebrows

‘ wanna be something im not resenting ‘

you take off the headphones pausing the track “what’s this about?”

“unconditional love, the art of being patient on the person you want” he says lowly still looking at you. the blue light under you making you look 10x more gorgeous

you let out a laugh “that’s beautiful i like it so far, when are you putting it out?” nate sits up taking the headphones from your head shrugging his shoulders “im not sure yet but it’s soon, real soon” he nods his head while saying the last part

you hum watching him work before he pulls up the track ‘sister’ that him and hollis released last year letting it play for a bit before pausing it “did you know this was about chessa?”

your jaw immediately dropped to the ground letting out a laugh “no fucking way? he liked chessa at some point?”

nate laughs shaking his head “yeah even i was shocked when i found out.”

“that’s so funny, he’s been flirting with my friend recently. it’s honestly disgusting seeing him everytime i see her” you say putting your knees to your chest putting your chin on your knees

“who doesn’t he flirt with that’s hilarious” nate says after you looking at your face

there’s a awkward moment for a bit before nate leans in to give you a kiss on your lips pulling back quickly “im sorry you just, you just look so pretty right now” he begins to ramble

“hey, it’s okay relax. the kiss was nice.” you look at his eyes smiling a bit

“you’re really gorgeous y/n , i know we’ve only been hanging out for a couple of weeks and it feels like i’ve known you forever but …i really like you” nate says in one breath scanning your face for an emotion

“you don’t have to say anything right now about what i said… but just think about it” he adds still looking at your face seeing your emotion change

“nate.. i love hanging out with you & i’ve enjoyed every second, i just… im too busy and i don’t think im ready for anything right now. we can still be friends but im not really girlfriend material. my career is just now taking off and i don’t wanna push you to the side when an obstacle comes you know? i’m sorry” you look at his eyes playing with your nails to distract you

he just nods looking away back at his computer screen “it’s fine. i understand y/n i promise.”

the awkward silence lingers in the air before your phone rings showing hollis contact and you thank God in your head

“i’m sorry nate i have to go.. ill text you okay?” you stand up slowly hugging him awkwardly before walking out of the room

“see you later” he says after you close the door sighing in defeat “fuck.”

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hollis opens his door letting you in closing it behind him and you put your bag of cloths on the living room table

“hey sorry i’m late i was with nate” you say not picking up your head beginning to sketch his sizes on the chart

“y/n” hollis says seeing you move around the table like a maniac

you ignore him cursing under your breath realizing you bought the wrong cloth material, searching through your bag for the right one

“y/n!” hollis raises his voice snapping you out of your trance

“what?” you look up at him

“are you okay?”

“hollis im fine i just wanna get these measurements correct”

“bullshit, what happened?”

“nothing.” you lie putting the cloth by the sewing machine

“you’re lying, you’re doing that thing with your feet”

he was right. everytime you told a lie you would do a weird body movement, rolling your eyes you sigh putting your hands on the table

“he confessed his feelings for me” you say stopping what you were doing

“and that’s bad because..?” hollis says walking over to the couch sitting down listening to you

“i told him i wasn’t ready and that i was too busy. which is true but i just felt bad letting him down hollis you should’ve seen his face it was horrible” you whine slouching down onto the ground

“well, give it some time y/n. nate is has a big heart and he likes you like bad.” he stands up to pick you up off of the ground

“hollis im too embarrassed to face him” you say standing up and getting back to work

“well i invited him to your birthday party this weekend” he says lifting up his arms so you can pin him together but immediately stick him once he tells you that

“ow what the fuck” hollis winces in pain holding his shoulder

“it’s just a safety pin relax.” you say before adding “when were you gonna tell me this”

“the day of your party” he says softly holding his breath while you’re pinning him together out of fear

“hollis i wish you would’ve told me sooner.” you finish pinning him up smiling at your work

“he’ll be over it by then, it’s only monday.” hollis looks down at you

“i hope so” you grab your mirror showing him the finished product

hollis nods in approval giving you a high five thanking you for the shirt

“no problem, $500 for the anxiety fee” you say as a joke giggling

“oh girl please” he walks away

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to be continued (o゜▽゜)o☆

a/n: kudos to @2bun22 for the chessa and hollis lore. i hope you guys liked this one. i put some hollis & y/n dynamic in there as well to give clarification they’re JUST FRIENDS. but maybe i should add some drama? what do you think?? lmk in the comments!!

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[2horsey]

ONE GOLDEN SUMMER

The Tour

synopsis: y/n tags along with her new bf, Nate on tour as their photographer but their relationship is secret.

tags: cute & sweet, clean, boyliife tour, nate sib fic

taglist: @chessasrose @kingoveverything

June 15, 2026 — 10:00 AM

​The sun was blinding as I pulled my rolling suitcase and camera bag up the Subbiondos' driveway. A massive, slightly dented black van was idling in the street, looking like it had already seen three lifetimes of bad decisions.

​Nate was leaning against the back bumper, looking like he’d stepped out of a mood board in a baggy white tee and his signature curls. When he saw me, his face lit up with a grin so wide it actually made my stomach do a pathetic little flip.

​"She lives!" he shouted, jogging over to grab my suitcase before I could even say hello.

​"If there isn't coffee in that van, I’m calling an Uber and going home," I muttered, though I couldn't stop smiling.

​"We have coffee, energy drinks, and three types of cereal," he promised, leaning in. For a second, I thought he was going for a hug, but he just whispered in my ear, "Thanks for coming. Seriously."

​He turned toward the van. "Yo! Move your trash, she’s actually here!"

​Three heads popped out of the sliding door. I recognized them from Nate's chaotic FaceTimes, but seeing them in person was a different level of energy.

​"The legend herself," Hollis said, jumping out first. He looked me up and down with a smirk. "Nate told us you were the best photographer in the tri-state area, but he failed to mention you were actually cool. I'm Hollis."

​"I'm y/n. And don't believe anything Nate says, he's a pathological liar," I joked.

​"Already like her more than him," Roman added, leaning out of the window with a wave. "I'm Roman. That’s Ryan in the back, don't mind him, he's currently in a deep relationship with his noise-canceling headphones."

​Ryan gave a small, polite wave from the very back row, surrounded by stacks of merch boxes.

​"Alright, enough flirting with my photographer," Nate interrupted, sliding my bag into the back. "y/n, you’re in the middle row with me. Hollis, you’re navigating, which means we’ll probably end up in Canada, but whatever. Let’s go."

​June 15, 2026 — 4:45 PM

​[Location: Somewhere on the I-95 South]

​The "tour bus" was actually just a glorified metal box filled with the scent of Roman’s vape and the constant hum of a bass-heavy demo Hollis was playing on his phone. It was cramped, chaotic, and exactly what I expected.

​Nate and I were squeezed into the middle bench. To the rest of the guys, we were just childhood friends. We were the "safe" duo. But under the oversized denim jacket draped across our laps, Nate’s hand was firmly gripped around mine.

​"You okay?" he whispered, leaning his head back against the seat so he could look at me. "Not too crowded?"

​"I've survived your mom's Sunday dinners, Nate. I can survive a van with three musicians," I whispered back.

​"Hey, y/n," Roman called out from the seat behind us, leaning over the headrest. "Did Nate tell you about the time he tried to start a band called 'The Sand Eaters' in third grade? Because I feel like that’s important context for your documentary."

​Nate stiffened beside me. "Roman, I will literally throw your laptop out the window."

​"He did," I laughed, glancing at Nate’s reddening ears. "He also had a solo project where he only played a recorder."

​"Oh, we're definitely getting into the deep lore tonight," Hollis shouted from the front. "Can't wait for the 'Secret History of Nate Subbiondo' feature film."

​Nate rolled his eyes, but his grip on my hand tightened under the jacket. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my temple as he pretended to reach for a water bottle.

​"They're going to be the death of me," he breathed, his voice for my ears only. "But having you here? Best decision I ever made."

​"Shut up," I whispered, feeling my face heat up.

​"In your dreams," he countered, a triumphant, secret smile playing on his lips as he settled back, refusing to let go of my hand for the next two hundred miles.

June 16, 2026 — 6:15 PM

​[Location: The Warehouse, Philadelphia]

​The air in the venue was thick with the smell of stale beer and ozone. Soundcheck had wrapped an hour ago, and the guys were in "pre-show" mode, which mostly involved Roman pacing with a Red Bull and Hollis trying to find a working outlet for his hair straightener.

​I was standing by the stage door, checking the settings on my Canon. The lighting was moody, deep purples and harsh whites, exactly how Nate liked it.

​"Focus on the hands when I’m at the keys," a voice murmured behind me.

​I didn't have to turn around to know it was him. Nate was already dressed for the set in a cropped black tank and baggy trousers, his curls damp from a quick sink wash. He stepped into my space, his chest almost touching my shoulder.

​"I know how to do my job, Subbiondo," I said, squinting through the viewfinder. "Go find your ear monitors."

​"Found 'em," he said, but he didn't move. He leaned down, pretending to inspect my camera screen, his breath warm against my neck. "You look good in the work light, y/n. Very professional."

​"Nate," I warned, glancing over at Ryan, who was busy tuning a bass guitar five feet away. "People have eyes."

​"Ryan doesn't. He’s in the zone," Nate whispered, his hand grazing the small of my back for a split second, a touch so light it could have been an accident, but we both knew it wasn't. "One kiss for good luck? The crowd sounds rowdy. I need the energy."

​"You have a literal stadium’s worth of energy in that van," I whispered back, finally turning to face him. "You’ll be fine."

​He gave me that look, the one that made me feel like the only person in the room and for a second, the "secret" part of our relationship felt like a physical weight. I reached up, supposedly to fix his collar, but let my fingers linger against his skin.

​"Kill it," I breathed.

​He smirked, a flash of the arrogant performer coming through. "Watch me."

​June 16, 2026 — 9:45 PM

​The set was electric. I was crouched in the photo pit, the bass vibrating through my boots, capturing the way Nate commanded the stage. He was a different person up there more intense, more raw.

​But every few minutes, he’d drift over to my side of the stage. He’d lean over the edge, the sweat dripping off his jaw, and sing a line directly into my lens. To the fans, it was just "fan service." To me, it was a conversation.

​During the bridge of a slower track, I saw him scan the front row. His expression shifted a tiny, sharp flicker of his eyes. I followed his gaze. A guy in the front row was leaning over the barricade, shouting something at me, trying to get my attention while I was mid-shot.

​Nate didn't stop singing, but he didn't move back to center stage either. He planted himself right in front of where I was standing, his shadow looming over me, blocking the guy’s view. He stayed there for the rest of the song, a protective wall of sound and heat.

​June 17, 2026 — 1:30 AM

​[Location: A Very Questionable Motel 6]

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​I stared at my phone, sitting on the edge of the twin bed I was sharing with a pile of camera gear. A second later, my door creaked open.

​Nate slipped inside, smelling like hotel soap and mint. He didn't say a word, just walked over and collapsed onto the bed next to me, burying his face in my lap.

​"Tired?" I asked, running my hand through his damp curls.

​"Spent," he grumbled into my leggings. "That guy in the front row was an idiot."

​"You noticed that?" I teased. "I thought you were too busy being a rockstar."

​He lifted his head, his chin resting on my thigh. He looked vulnerable now, the adrenaline gone. "I don't like people messing with what's mine. Even if they don't know you're mine yet."

​"I'm not 'yours', I'm the photographer," I reminded him, though I was already leaning down.

​"You're both," he countered, reaching up to pull me into a proper kiss. It was slow, tasting like the end of a long day and the beginning of something much bigger.

​He pulled back just an inch, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "Hollis is gonna find out soon, you know. He’s nosy. He asked me why I keep 'checking on the equipment' every five minutes."

​"And what did you say?"

​Nate grinned, that tired, lovestruck look back in his eyes. "I told him the equipment is very high-maintenance and requires a lot of personal attention."

​"You're the worst," I whispered, leaning back into him.

​"Yeah," he sighed, closing his eyes as I went back to petting his hair. "But I'm your favorite 'worst.' Admit it."

​"In your dreams, Subbiondo."

​"Mhm. See you there."

June 20, 2026 — 10:15 PM

​[Location: The Motel]

​The NYC show had been a blur of flashing lights and heavy bass, and now the guys were gearing up for the after party. I was hunched over the tiny hotel desk, using a hand mirror to perfect my eyeliner. The room was quiet except for the low hum of a 2hollis track playing on my phone, the city lights shimmering through the window.

​I felt the bed shift behind me. Through the reflection, I saw Nate sitting there, leaning back on his elbows. He wasn't on his phone, he was just... watching me.

​"You have a smudge right there," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sounding exhausted but soft.

​"Nate, don't make me mess this up," I warned, focusing on the wing of my liner. "Go get dressed. Hollis said the car is coming in twenty minutes."

​"I am dressed," he said, though he was just in a fresh white tank and his baggy trousers. He stood up and padded over, his bare feet silent on the carpet. He stopped right behind me, his hands landing on my shoulders. His touch was warm, sending that familiar spark through my skin.

​He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell like that vanilla perfume I like," he whispered, his lips grazing my skin as he spoke. "It's distracting. I don't even want to go to this party. I just want to stay here and watch you do your makeup for three hours."

​I smiled, leaning my head back against his chest. "You have to go, Subbiondo. It’s your tour."

​"Mhm," he hummed, his hands sliding down to wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He looked at us in the mirror, his chin resting on my shoulder. "We look good, don't we? Like, unfairly good."

​"Arrogant," I breathed, turning in his arms to face him. He looked so in love it was almost embarrassing. his eyes were soft, focused entirely on me. He started to lean in, his thumb tracing my lower lip, his gaze dropping to my mouth when a frantic, heavy pounding hit the door.

​KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

​"y/n! Open up! It’s an emergency!" Ryan’s voice muffled through the wood.

​We both froze. Nate’s eyes went wide, his hands still on my waist. "Is he serious right now?" he hissed, his face inches from mine.

​"Hide!" I whispered, panicked.

​"Where?! It’s a hotel room, y/n, it’s the size of a shoebox!"

​"The bathroom! Uhm no, under the bed?"

​"I’m too big for the bed!" Nate looked around wildly as the knocking got louder. "The curtains. I’m going behind the curtains."

​"In the curtains? That is so cliche-"

​"Just open the door!" He dove behind the heavy, floor length velvet drapes just as I scrambled to the door.

​I smoothed my hair, took a breath, and swung it open. Ryan stood there looking desperate, holding a towel and a toiletry bag. "Thank God. Roman is taking a literal hour long 'meditative' shower in our room and I’m gonna be late for the car. Can I use yours?"

​"Uh yeah, sure," I said, leaning against the doorframe to try and block his view of the very obvious, slightly swaying bulge in the curtains.

​Ryan stepped in, but he stopped mid stride. He sniffed the air, then looked at the two glasses of water on the nightstand. He looked at Nate’s hoodie, which was draped over my chair. Then, his eyes slowly drifted to the window.

​"Why is the window breathing, y/n?" Ryan asked, deadpan.

​"It’s... a draft?" I squeaked. "Old building?"

​Ryan stared at the curtains for a long, silent beat. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. "Right. A draft. Tell the draft that if it doesn't hurry up, we're leaving for the party without it."

​He stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door. I waited three seconds before Nate burst out from behind the fabric, looking indignant and slightly dusty.

​"The curtains? Really?" he gasped, trying to keep his laughter quiet as he gripped my waist again.

​I was doubled over, clutching my stomach. "You looked like a ghost!"

​Nate grabbed me, pulling me back into a hug as we both dissolved into hushed, wheezing giggles. "He definitely knows. There is zero secret left."

​"He's gonna tell Hollis," I whispered between laughs.

​"Let him," Nate said, finally catching his breath and tilting my chin up. "I'm tired of hiding behind furniture anyway."

​June 22, 2026 — 9:00 AM

​[Location: The Motel - Final Morning]

​The after party had been a chaotic success, and by the time we got back, we were all too exhausted to care about the "secret" anymore. Nate and I had claimed the big bed in the back of the suite, and for the first time on tour, we didn't care that the door wasn't locked.

​I woke up to the feeling of the morning sun hitting my face and a heavy arm draped over my waist. Nate was fast asleep, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, his legs tangled with mine. He looked so peaceful, completely stripped of the 'performer' energy.

​Click.

​My eyes snapped open. Roman was standing at the foot of the bed, phone held high, a massive grin on his face. Hollis was right behind him, peeking over his shoulder like a nosy sibling.

​"Oh, look at the little lovebirds," Roman cooed, hitting the shutter button again. "This is going in the group chat immediately. 'Nate Subbiondo: The Soft Era.'"

​Nate stirred, groaning as he hid his face deeper into my shoulder, his grip on me tightening. "Roman, I will literally end you. Go away."

​"No way," Hollis laughed, leaning on the bedpost. "This is leverage. Every time you try to act tough on stage, I’m posting the 'cuddle puddle' photo. You look like a literal teddy bear, Nate."

​Nate finally sat up, squinting at them with messy curls and sleep heavy eyes. He didn't pull away from me, though. He reached out and pulled me back against his chest, tucking my head under his chin and looking them dead in the eye.

​"Post it," Nate muttered defiantly, his voice thick with sleep. "I don't care. She’s mine. Now get out so we can sleep for another hour."

​Roman and Hollis exchanged a look of genuine shock. "Damn," Roman whispered. "He's really down bad. The arrogance is gone. Let's go, Hollis. The PDA is making my teeth ache."

​As they scrambled out, Nate let out a long, relieved sigh, kissing the top of my head. "You okay? They're gonna be annoying about this for the next ten years."

​"I think I can handle it," I whispered with a laugh, turning in his arms to look at him. "It’s kind of worth it to see you stand up to them."

​"Yeah," he smiled, leaning down for a soft, lingering morning kiss. "Definitely worth it."

​June 24, 2026 — 4:00 PM

​[Location: The Subbiondo Driveway]

​The van pulled into the familiar driveway, looking ten years older than when we started. The tour was officially over.

​Hollis and Roman were already unloading, shouting about going to get "real food" that didn't come from a gas station. I stood by the back of the van, my camera bag over my shoulder, feeling that heavy bit of post-tour blues.

​Nate walked over, dropping my suitcase on the pavement. He didn't say anything at first; he just looked at me, the late afternoon sun catching the gold in his eyes.

​"So," he said softly. "Back to reality?"

​"I guess so," I replied. "Back to you being 'just Nate' and me being 'the girl your mom likes"

​Nate shook his head, stepping in close and taking my hand in his, no hoodies, no curtains, no hiding. He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles, looking me dead in the eye.

​"Never just that," he promised. "You’re the only person who sees me, y/n. Behind the camera and behind everything else. I'm not going back to the way it was."

​"Nate!" his mom shouted from the front porch, waving frantically. "Is y/n staying for dinner? I made the lasagna!"

​Nate laughed, looking back at me with a wink. "Better go in. You know she’s already planned the seating chart for the wedding."

​"Shut up, Nate," I laughed, hitting his arm.

​"In your dreams," he whispered, pulling me toward the house. "But seriously... I'm really glad you came. I don't think I could've done it without you."

​"Me too," I said, and as we walked inside together, I knew that even though the tour was over, the best part of the story was just starting.

[angelbabytay222]

we are being FED

[angelbabytay222]

faded || 2hollis x reader

// bf!hollis smoking with you, weed mentions, smut, piv, high sex, fem!reader

a/n got faded and decided to write this

not proofread

as you lay on your couch, legs laying across your boyfriend hollis who’s currently rolling a blunt for the two of you. you two always had smoke seshes before bed, it’s how you both would debrief after long days. your eyes darted between hollis’ hands and his face; he was always so handsome when he was focused, you sat it awe for a moment before turning your head to your tv in your dimly lit room, the lamp next to you coffee table providing most of the light alongside your tv. the soft hum of the tv played gently as you yawn tired from being dragged around with hollis all day.

you leaned back, gently humming as you saw hollis smile slightly he turned to face you as his long fingers rolled the blunt up, “tired baby?” he asked quietly noticing your expression. you yawned at the thought of sleep, nodding as you moved closer to him; resting your head on his shoulder. “tired.. but today was worth it.” you smiled into his shoulder as you gently placed a kiss there. you had been to three different photoshoots for hollis today, along with having to sit through painfully boring interviews; you loved it all though— the attention he got which he loved just as much and you could tell.

“here you go beautiful.” his voice soft, his touch gentle as he handed you the blunt he had just rolled. you placed in between your lips bringing your lighter to your face, taking a deep breath in immediately relaxing, you took a few more drags before handing it back to hollis as he smirks slightly taking it from you as his gaze lingers a bit longer than it should. his free hand creeps up your thigh, squeezing it softly his hands were cold— sending shivers through your spine, “what are you doing holli..” you hummed as you lifted your head up to look at him. “just thinking about how pretty you looked today..” he purred in response tracing circles on your thigh as he smoked, you immediately felt yourself getting wetter; his touch always made you melt.

you gently crawl into his lap, straddling him as you take the blunt from him— hitting it as your smirk at him, “you looked so good in your outfits today holli, wanted you so bad right there..” you said as you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck leaning on his shoulders as he took the blunt back. he softly pushed up into you; his bulge in his sweatpants growing as you softly bit your lip. “yeah baby?” hollis purred in response his free hand tracing circles around your lower back as he looked up at you with blood shot eyes, a dazed look washing over him— he always looked so good like this.

you slowly rolled your hips, grinding against him as you felt him get harder beneath you; his breaths ragged as he leaned back into the couch, “your gunna kill me baby.” he groaned. you couldn’t help but to giggle quietly as you placed sloppy kisses along his jawline, going down his neck as he bucked his hips up into you causing you to moan softly. as you pulled away you left a tiny string of spit, looking down at him hungrily— needing him more than ever, his eyes darkened grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you sloppily, teeth clashing as you groaned into his mouth.

“needy girl.” hollis smirked into the kiss as he pulled your pants off eagerly, sliding your underwear to the side as he freed himself from his sweatpants, his tip leaking already. you feel a heat pool in your lower stomach as you looked at him, aching for him already; he lifted you up slowly easing himself into you as he groaned— throwing his head back as you planted your hands on his shoulders, rocking against him crying his name out like it was a prayer. his hips bucked against yours, pushing you down onto him as he hit that spot that sent you over the edge everytime. you rolled your hips back, trying to catch your high as hollis watched you biting moans back as his hands traveled to your lower back holding you in place as he roughly rammed up into you, his mouth open as he listened to the pretty noises you made for him— he wasn’t going to last long like this, and neither were you.

hollis groaned, his grip on you became tighter as his thrusts became sloppier, your back arching as you felt him bury himself deeper inside of you; your eyes were half shut from pure bliss. your nails dug into his shoulders as you cried out, feeling the knot in your stomach become undone as you babbled nonsense riding out your high as hollis buried his face in the crook of your neck— feeling himself come undone with you he hissed before cumming inside of you.

you both collapsed in each others arms, exhausted and trying to collect yourselves after reaching your climax. he held onto you placing tiny kissing down your neck as he looked up at you smiling sheepishly at you, “you did so good for me baby.” he said softly his words making a wave of comfort wash over you. he gently placed you down on the couch, rubbing your thigh gently as he pulled his sweatpants up walking to the kitchen as he grabbed a rag and ran it under warm water; hazily walking back towards you as he cleaned you up. you smiled at him, “we should do that more.” hollis looked at you with a raised brow, “do what more?” his voice was almost as gentle as his touch. “fuck while we’re high.. it’s nice.” you said quietly as you laid on the couch, hollis discarding the rag as he picked you up, “we definitely will do that more.” he smirked as he carried you up the stairs to your shared room, placing you down into bed as he nuzzled into you; wrapping his arms around you as you both fell asleep.

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[angelbabytay222]

show me your teeth//

vamp!conceal x fem!reader x vamp!hollis

tags// human!reader, brat!reader, blood play, knife play, threesome, dom!hollis, softdom! conceal, piv, smut, biting, porn! w plot, VERY rough sex

summary: you were their plaything, their favourite play thing. and after a night of being disobedient they had planned to show you just who you belonged too.

ryan and hollis had always taken care of you, wether it was financially or physically there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for you.

you were always quiet, stuck to yourself; you had a hard time making friends— yet when two handsome men approached you at the bar you couldn’t help but to feel entranced by them. the way they carried themselves, well dressed, clean shaven & well spoken men. everyone’s eyes followed them as they walked through the bar— a smug smirk on the tall blondes face, as the shorter man with slicked back hair seemed more laid back, less serious. they found seats on each side of you as you sipped on your drink, quietly examining the two ethereal men on each side of you, the way they stared at you felt like they were burning into your soul. you quickly took another sip, sitting up straighter— the man on your left spoke, “quiet one, aren’t you?” his voice low, yet so sweet. turning to meet the gaze of the shorter man, “i’m not here to make friends.” you said shortly, having delt with enough men at the bar… but something pulled you back in.

he laughed, “that’s alright doll, i can leave if you wish.” he hummed, every part of your body was screaming no yet the words never reached your mouth. “i don’t mind.. you seem different.” you smiled sheepishly noticing the blonde staring his face blank, almost nothing giving away how he felt— although his gaze told a different story, dark and cold yet slightly jealous as the light hit his face you noticed how prominent his features were, he called the bartender over ordering a whiskey neat. his voice dripping with condescension. “i’m ryan, it’s a pleasure to meet you..” you turned your head back towards the man who you now know as ryan, he smiled but never with his teeth.. how odd. “i’m y/n, what brings you and your.. friend to this side of town?” you smiled back reaching to shake his hand which he took gently his touch cold and delicate. this part of town wasn’t exactly the place for two men of their very obvious high status. before ryan could speak his friend spoke up, “well sweet girl, we are just enjoying the scenery.” your eyebrow raised, what the fuck was he talking about? you laughed nervously, “hollis, come now. your making her nervous.” ryan spoke gently, hollis laughed coldly in response, “she should be.”

it’s been over a year since you met ryan and hollis, developing a relationship with the both of them— finding out their dirty little secret. you’d often prefer ryan’s company as he was gentle, loving. hollis was everything but that, cruel with his words and rough; with every harsh word came luxurious gifts. they had let you move in with them, keep their eyes on you constantly wether they were there themselves or had someone watching, you knew too much yet they couldn’t get rid of you. in some twisted way you could say it was even love— they both had their ways of showing it.

with time though, hollis became bored of just one girl between the two of them; he sought out another dragging ryan along, you overheard him talking to ryan about it and it made your blood boil, you were devoted to them. two can play that game you thought to yourself, seeing them leave the house you rummaged through your closet putting on a deep red dress with a slit in the side, showing far too much skin. the silk against your skin, the way the colour looked on you.. you knew you would get attention. going through your collection of jewels you ended up pairing the dress with ruby earrings ryan bought you, a beautiful diamond necklace with a large ruby centrepiece that hollis has bought you. putting your heals on you grabbed your purse and walked past one of many people they had to spy on you, you scoffed locking eyes with the man, “i know your going to follow me so keep up yeah?” storming out the door into one of their cars; quickly turning it on as you saw a man run into the car behind you, you sped off.

you parked outside a high end club that you only could get into because of the men you were with. you click lock as you chuck the keys into your purse, heels clicking against the pavement as you easily cut the line; you were a regular after all. the bouncer recognized you immediately and opened the door for you. you scanned around the club, music playing as you spot hollis and ryan circling some girl— you bite the inside of your cheek so hard that it bled, finding the nearest semi-attractive man you could, his gaze was filled with lust it quite frankly made you sick but if they could do this why couldn’t you? there was no time for names you immediately pulled him towards the bar, where he bought you a drink making small talk that you could care less about, mid sentence you interrupted him, “wanna dance?” the man was taken aback but nodded letting you lead the way; hollis and ryan were staring at you now. the way you danced with this stranger was enough to make them want to kill him right there, his hands on your waist, far to close to what was theirs. they had waited long enough, hollis discarded the girl faster than you could blink as he rushed over to you grabbing your arm roughly, ryan watching close to the exit guilt over his face. “home. now.” hollis said through gritted teeth, you looked at him in disgust, “why would i leave when im having such a great time?” you said with a false innocence. the man recognized hollis and backed up apologizing as he scurried away.

hollis’ grip tightened his fingertips burning into your skin, as he dragged you out of the club. once you got outside you shoved him off you, “no! get the fuck off me! you don’t get to leave to find someone to replace me and expect me to be fine!” you hiss through gritted teeth tears bubbling in your eyes. hollis laughed in your face, “how do you think we are supposed to fucking eat y/n, huh? do you ever use your fucking head?” he said lowly almost as a growl as ryan stood behind him sheepishly. “you said you were growing tired of me hollis, i won’t be discarded so easily.” you said solemnly. “we aren’t getting rid of you, y/n. you misheard me.” his grip loosened slightly as he sighed. “y/n, this is a misunderstanding.. please don’t make a scene come back home with us.. please?” ryan spoke softly stepping forward and hollis shot daggers at him with his eyes. “you were going to fuck her.” you hissed sharply refusing to back down you know what you heard, “so fucking what? huh? you know how fast we can replace you?” hollis snarled; you stepped back from him, he was always harsh but not like this. his face softened slightly as he sighed, “we can talk about this at home do not make me throw you over my damn shoulder like a misbehaving child.” you surrendered, getting into their car as ryan called someone to come pick up the car you had drove there.

you sat in the back seat with hollis on your left and ryan on your right, their driver had closed the little window secluding you all from him. you shifted uneasily in your seat as the silence ate at you— what were you supposed to do now?

ryan opened the door as hollis thanked the driver, ryan gave you his hand as he helped you step out; hollis on the other hand had already swung the front door open waiting impatiently for you. ryan smiled slightly trying to make you feel better as you walked inside the house. you felt uneasy just walking through the doorway, hollis’ energy was so strong it almost made you sick; as soon as the door closed hollis swiftly moved over to you, “what were you thinking going out there like that?” he said lowly, your body shivering as you looked up at him, “the same thing you were.” you rolled your eyes, ryan still quiet as ever. “i can fuck who i want to fuck y/n, but i haven’t been because of you. don’t ever question my loyalty to you.” he voice was ice cold; ryan walked up to you rubbing your arm— “we weren’t going to do anything.” his voice soft but you could tell he was upset with you.

hollis looked down at you, a small smirk growing on his face, you could already tell where this was going, he had you wrapped around his finger and you loved it. him and ryan locked eyes a slight nod from ryan was all it took before hollis swiftly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, squirming he slaps your ass roughly causing you to stop immediately. “gunna show you just how much you mean to us doll.” ryan said in a sweet voice trailing behind you and hollis up the stairs. the door to hollis’ bedroom opened quick, throwing you down on the bed as ryan shut the door slowly— turning to face you as hollis pinned you down on the bed, “is this what you wanted? hm? finally got our attention baby make it worth our time.” he spoke with a smug smirk on his face.

as hollis let you go, ryan pulled you up by your face roughly kissing you, biting on your lip so hard it bled. you heard a small chuckle come from him as he sucked on your bottom lip; your core already aching. hollis rummaged through one of his side drawers and pulled out a small blade, the sight of it sent shivers down your spine as you tried to keep up with ryan’s kissing, it’s like he was devouring you and you fucking loved it. every part of you loved it; how they would mark you up showing everyone who you belonged to— quite frankly it made you wetter thinking about the cold blade against your soft delicate skin.

without warning hollis rips your dress off as you gasp, “i’ll buy you a new one.” he says sharply as he pulled you away from ryan, shooting a glare at him as he saw your swollen lips. he slowly traced the knife down the centre of your chest as your breath hitched at the sensation, he wasn’t pushing down hard enough to draw blood but you could feel all the hairs on your arms raise as you shook slightly. hollis had you right where he wanted you with ryan watching he quickly undid your bra exposing your chest fully. “so fucking beautiful, isn’t she ryan?” hollis admired your bare chest as ryan nodded his cock growing hard already as he saw you like this, so vulnerable and all theirs; only theirs.

ryan pulled your face towards him, fumbling his belt off as his pants dropped a small wet spot on his underwear from his leaking tip, you bit your lip looking up at him slowly pulling his boxers down his cock slapped his stomach. ryan grabbed your face gently as you took him in your mouth, hollis on the other side of you stroking himself as you were on all fours. ryan started slow as he gently fucked your face admiring how good you looked with his cock in your mouth, “such a good girl.” he praised as your underwear got wetter. hollis pulled your thong to the side as he roughly rammed himself into you causing you to take ryan completely down your throat you gagged slightly as tears ran down your cheeks, ryan threw his head back trying to hold back moans as hollis grabbed your hips thrusting into you like it was his last day on earth. “needy girl look at you.” hollis groaned as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. you moaned out but it was barely audible from how far ryan was in your throat. the vibration almost sent him over the edge as he whimpered softly, grabbing your hair to keep your head still for him as he bucked his hips. hollis knew every spot to hit, he had you completely unfolding between them, hollis could barely talk as he was so focused on showing you just how much they own you. you cried out softly as a knot in your stomach slowly started forming, legs shaking as you could barely hold yourself up anymore; hollis went faster and harder reaching his hand down to your swollen clit rubbing in slow deliberate circles, “cum for us baby that’s it.” he said as he continued to fuck you, the noises coming from all three of you were guttural, animal like. you felt your eyes roll back as you became undone on hollis’ cock, legs shaking as hollis felt you tighten around him— he moaned out. ryan was trying so hard to wait to cum but seeing you like this always made him weak, he jerked slightly as he looked into your eyes shooting his warm load into your throat. hollis came soon after but he wasn’t done yet. “your turn ryan.” he said as he pulled himself out of you as you collapsed onto the bed weak from how hard he was fucking you. hollis still had the small blade and he planned on using it, ryan positioned himself behind you teasing you slightly as he rubbed his cock down your slit. you moaned out weakly, hollis helped lift you up as ryan took hold of your hips, hollis holding your face his eyes burning with desire as he gently put himself in your mouth, without warning his sliced your cheek open blood slowly seeping down as he used a finger to collect some; putting it in his mouth just to taste you. ryan rammed himself into you digging his nails into your hips as he said soft praises to you, hollis collected more of the blood pooling at your cheek and stuck his hand out to ryan who pathetically licked it off his fingers. this was enough to send him over the edge as he groaned burying himself deeper inside you as hollis came in your mouth. there that feeling was again; the knot forming as you became overstimulated, you were a moaning mess. as ryan reached his high so did you. collapsing once more as ryan pulled out of you. ryan had let you lay down giving you time to rest as hollis placed himself on the bed next to you, kissing down your delicate neck leaving bite marks everywhere he could; marking you as theirs.

ryan had come back into the room with a warm wet rag and a bandage for your face, he gently lifted your legs up and helped clean you up, “you did so good for us baby.” he smiled at you, you were far to exhausted to even say anything. he hovered above your as he clean the cut on your face covering it with the bandage. he placed a gentle kiss on your lips as he laid down on the other side of you, hollis had his arm around you as you cuddled into his chest— ryan spooning you at the same time. rubbing your back soothingly as he kissed the back of your neck, soon enough you passed out.

hollis decided maybe they could keep you for awhile longer.

a/n hi lovelies i was supposed to have this out last night but i ended up hammered at the club 💔

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[hollisedd]

hollis: white mustang

breathe, calm down

say it again

can you keep a secret?

mama house

oscar winning tears

in for it

challengers

say yes to heaven

ry: static

lover, you should’ve come home

matched

needy

nate: keep it up

unconditional

roman: texts with bestfriend roman

f*ck you

you don’t trust me?

oscar winning tears

hollywood dick

challengers

say yes to heaven

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