liv ⭑.ᐟ

‘, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 ,’

[thedyingliiight]

── .✦ 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂...

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝘿𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙄𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏'𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙂𝙀!

olivia. she/her. libra. 18. british, welsh. josh jenkinson stan. ukyt. venus. formula one. irish men. sam fender. arthur hill’s wife. braeden lemaster’s hoe.

── I MUST REPELL THE DYING LIGHT!

masterlist! requests are open!

[ellclarkey]

𝙄𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

Arthur hill steamy fluff

Request: okay but just kissing all over arthur h's tattoos? defs would be his fave type of affection from you, other than actually kissing you ofc 🤗

AN: PLEASE REQUEST MORE ARTHUR HILL I LOVE HIM SM.

Warnings: Biting, sub!Arthur, steamy kissing and mentions of Arthur wanting more.

Arthur loved when you kissed him, especially over his tattoos, so this time when you two kissed, you got straight into it, it began with your mouths pressing together, tongues tangling until he was out of breath. Your found his neck, not hard, just enough pressure to hold him still as your lips left his mouth. You trailed down to his arm, starting with the broken heart tattoo, tracing it slowly before following the ink in a line, kissing each mark . “Fuck,” Arthur groaned, already undone by the small amount of pleasure from you sucking gently on his arm.

“That’s it stay still for me,” you murmured, your eyes flicking up to meet his as his head tipped back in pleasure but also holding back.

Your fingers curled around the hem of his vest, dragging it upward as your lips followed, kissing over every tattoo across his torso and lower stomach. You paused almost after every tattoo to look at him, letting him feel your eyes before moving on.

“Arms up,” you whispered.

And he lisend of course he did.

You took his vest off slowly, so slowly it was painful revealing the rest of his chest and stomach. Your hand spread across his relax tattoo, stretching the ink as your palm pressed firmly against him. You licked your lips, eyes flicking up to meet his, before lowering your head and pressing a wet kiss to the R.

Arthur’s chest rose and fell beneath you, his breathing uneven, every muscle flexed as though he was holding himself together by a thread.

By the time you reached the X he let out a shaky exhale, his hand twitching at his side like he wanted to touch you but didn’t dare.

“Mm” you hummed against his skin, letting your tongue trace the final curve of the tattoo before planting one more kiss in the center of his chest.

Arthur’s head fell back with a groan, voice low and wrecked. “You’re driving me insane.”

You retraced your path, sliding lower until you reached the tattoo located just above the waistband of his pants. Your tongue followed the line of it, slow and deliberate, before your teeth caught lightly against his skin.

arthur jolted, a shiver ripping through him as his hips gave a twitch. His breath stuttered, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

“Mm, sensitive there, huh?” you teased, letting your lips ghost over the mark again, softer this time.

His head tipped back against the pillow, knuckles white where he gripped the sheets. “You’re—” he cut himself off with a groan, “fucking cruel.”

He bucked his hips up, desperate, searching for more for anything.

“Uh uh,” you murmured with a sly smirk, brushing a kiss to his forehead. “No more. The tattoos are all done.”

And he was okay with that because he loved it the feeling of you kissing up his body

[thedyingliiight]

#my man #(s)creaming #YUMMY

[thedyingliiight]

hi angel! so..i saw u reblogged my post asking for requests so heres a lil request 😈

I NEED. arthur hill smut. like im thinking maybe they had been drinking the night before and then he confesses like love or whatever, and then basically the next day he says that what he said was true and then BOOM. shagging x

sorry i am SO bad at writing requests, but im lowkey desperate 🫦🫦🫦

DRUNKEN WORDS ARE SOBER THOUGHTS

a/n —— thank you for requesting cutie, hope this is good enough it’s my first time writing smut HAHA 😝

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (for literally anyone on ukyt scene, if i do not want to write for the person i will let you know)

warnings, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), p in v, bit of pussy eating arthur, swearing, alcohol, fluff, slight angst if you squint.

── .✦

it was a breezy, late summer’s night on a random saturday; arthur and you sat in the small corner of the beer garden, just off to the side from the buzz of your friends. the sky was a dark blue, the stars littering across the landscape as you sat with your legs across arthur’s lap - his beer rested on your bare knee.

his gaze stay on you as you listened to arthur tv drunkenly ramble on about his latest move in his current chess game, george piping in to make a sarcastic comment every so often.

your relationship with arthur wasn’t far from complicated, in fact, it was the definition. you had shared a few drunken kisses and flirty remarks but nothing as far as speaking about it sober. everybody knew you wanted each other, but nobody said it aloud.

“anybody fancy anymore drinks?” chris asked, standing up. you shook your head, smiling gently as you held up your almost full guinness. “i’m alright, mate.” arthur said, taking a sip of his pint. george stood up, a tipsy arthur tv following as they walked back into the pub, leaving you and arthur alone.

“you okay?” you asked, tone soft and quiet as the alcohol buzzed through your system, making you rather drowsy. arthur’s thumb grazed your lower thigh, his eyes drifting up to your face. “yeah.” he mumbled. you furrowed your eyebrows. “arthur?” you said, slowly, the words slurred as you looked at him.

yes, you were drunk but you weren’t stupid, something was on his mind.

“y/n.” arthur started, sighing as he got sappy. he always did when he was drunk. “i love you.” he mumbled.

you laughed, running your fingers through your hair, “i love you too, finchy.” you giggled, not realising how serious the poor man was. you looked at him as he sighed, rolling his eyes playfully as he placed a hand on top of yours - the moonlight beaming off of the side of his face.

“no. y/n. i really love you.”

your face dropped, cheeks flushed as you struggled to find the words to say - all the alcohol had drained from your system, leaving you feeling stone called sober. you loved him too, but you didn’t quite want to believe him. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking away.

the look in his eyes didn’t help when you found yourself moving your legs off of him. he looked mortified, like he regretted his words, the alcohol seemingly leaving his system too.

“i have to go.” you muttered, grabbing your bag and scurrying off before he could say otherwise.

“y/n-“ arthur called out but your legs picked you up, moving you as far away as possible from him. you weren’t too sure what happened but you just kept moving.

you walked through the tables at a speed that even a formula one car wouldn’t beat, your heels clicking against the floor as you walked down the road, calling for a taxi to take you home.

george, chris and arthur tv returned to see arthur, alone. “where’s y/n?” george questioned, sitting beside arthur where you had just resided. “i told her i loved her.” arthur muttered, admitting to his embarrassment. he took a spare shot off of the table and downed it, barely even wincing as the boys looked between one another.

you had woken up the day after with a banging headache, nothing but a hangover to remind you of the horrific events of the night before. you had left him, alone. what if he didn’t mean it? you spent the day moping, ignoring calls and texts from anyone; especially arthur, not that he had sent any anyways.

you continued with ignoring everyone, feeling regret and shame for hours on end. you didn’t leave the house once - partially due to the hangover you were nursing but also the doomed fear of bumping into the man himself.

you were currently laying down in bed next to your laptop, watching a cringe coming of age film you had chosen, a big glass of red wine keeping you company.

your body was covered in a XL band shirt, no shorts, just your underwear. what? you weren’t impressing anyone.

you were in the midst of cringing at the film, when a knock rattled you, making you jump.

your eyebrows furrowed; closing your laptop swiftly as you slowly walked to the door, feet pattering against the floor as you checked the peep hole.

it was arthur.

“fuck.” you muttered, sprucing yourself up briefly in the mirror next to the shoe rack. you mentally cursed yourself for ditching the shorts. you fluffed your hair, pulling the shirt over your thighs as much as possible.

he knocked again and you opened the door reluctantly, standing awkwardly.

you stood silently, hiding half of your body behind the door. he stood there, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked guilty. “hi.” he spoke.

a gentle, comforting smile painted your face, moving aside, signalling for him to come in. he nodded, walking in slowly. his knit jumper brushed your arm, sending shivers down your spine. you closed the door quietly.

there was a moment of silence, neither of you knowing what to say as you stood in the middle of your hallway. he turned to face you, eyes glistening as he looked you up and down, his eyes slowly trailing up your legs to your face.

you both went to speak at the same time, he cleared his throat, breaking this silence - being cut off by your ramble.

“i’m-” “no, arthur, i’m so sorry for leaving you like that.” you started. “i didn’t mean to run away at all, i just didn’t know what else to do.”

his look softened as he practically gawped at you. “i’m sorry for putting you in that position. i was drunk and stupid.” your eyebrows knit, forehead creasing as you bit your lip. drunk and stupid?

“so you didn’t mean it?” you questioned and he paused. he took a deep breath before shaking his head. your heart stopped as your face dropped.

you noticed a glint of regret in his eyes and it ignited a fire inside of you lower stomach, a flush of confidence washing over you.

“but i thought drunk words were sober thoughts?” you questioned.

his breath hitched, his hands balling as he shoved them in his pocket.

“arthur,” you mused, walking towards him. “did you mean it?” you asked again, your eyes locked on his.

his eyes met yours, a glimmer of want and lust rushing in the brown of them. he nodded slowly, “yeah. yeah i meant it.”

you bit your lip, eyes flickering to his lips as he watched you.

he approached you slowly, his fingers gliding up your arm slowly. his finger moved from your arm to jawline, tracing the sharpness, tilting your head to look up at him.

“can i kiss you?” he mumbled, you nodded.

his lips met yours, his kiss hasty, filled with heat and yearning. you melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck - like you both belonged together.

his hands met your waist, fingers digging into your hipbones as his lips moved against yours. you moved onto your tip toes, needing him as close as possible. he nipped your bottom lip, wanting access as you opened your mouth briefly, his tongue slipping into your mouth, fighting against yours.

your fingers trailed up into his messy locks, tugging at his roots gently. he groaned, his hands trailing from your hips to your ass where he squeezed the plush skin hungrily.

you both pulled away for air, breaths mingled as his forehead rested against yours. there was a split moment of eye contact, bodies stood intertwined as he enjoyed your close company.

his lips brushed your cheek, his finger pushing your head to the side slowly as he held eye contact, lips landing on your jaw, trailing down the nape of your neck. “arthur..” you breathed, hands brushing over his arms; tracing his tattoos.

he hummed, sucking on your neck. he left a few more sloppy kisses as he guided you to your bedroom, closing the door with his foot.

you looked at him hazily, eyes filled with lust and love - like you were high off of his kiss. “god, you’re perfect.” he mumbled, kissing you again.

his hands slipped to the bottom of your dress-like shirt, fingertips teasing your bare thighs. he pulled back, nose brushing yours. “can i get rid of this?” he asked, breath mingling with yours. “yes,” you whispered.

before you knew it, your shirt was on the floor, revealing your bare chest. “no bra?” he teased, moustache tickling your cheek as he littered gentle kisses down your neck; hickeys painting your chest and neck. your own hands found their way to his jumper, pulling it over his head, same with his shirt.

your hands traced his chest, eyes admiring him as your bottom lip slotted between your teeth. “fuck.” you muttered, eyes meeting his again as you moved onto the bed, staring at him.

he followed to the edge, fingers fiddling with his belt as he unbuckled it, leaving it in the loops of his jeans as he took his place on top of you, resting each hand beside yours head as he played with your hair.

his lips immediately met your soft skin, his fingers grazing your nipples, sending goosebumps over your body. you gasped slightly as he pinched them, lips against your neck, leaving more and more hickeys.

his hands slowly grew more comfortable, his whole palm groping your tit as his lips made their way back to yours, connecting you once again.

the fire in your lower stomach built, the ache becoming slightly unbearable. you tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the tension but arthur was in the way, pulling back as he looked at you.

“where do you want me?” he questioned, wanting to satisfy you. you guided his hand to your lower abdomen, his fingers lightly pressed against the hem of your underwear. “here?” he asked, voice breathless as you smirked.

his hands trailed down your stomach to pull at your underwear, tickling your skin. you gasped, back arching as he laughed quietly. he disregarded the piece of clothing, chucking it to the floor beside him.

he eyed you up, licking his lip as he kissed over your belly button. your hands locked into his hair as your breathing picked up, anticipation growing just like the dampness between your legs.

he moved, shuffling downwards as he made himself comfortable between your thighs. his fingers gently pushed your legs apart, creating room for his head. he made eye contact with you once more, lips coming into contact with your clit.

arthur’s lips gently pressed against you, your breath hitching. he gently licked you, lapping stripes up your folds, his hands gripping your upper thighs.

“shit.” you whined, nails scratching his scalp, his tongue going to work on you. his nose brushed against your clit as he pushed his tongue inside of you - swirling and tasting you. he teased, not giving you everything as you whimpered.

“stop teasing,” you whined as he hummed into the ache between your legs. he pulled away completely, his nose and lips glistening with your slick.

your hair was a mess over the pillow, head thrown back revealing the marks all over your chest and neck he had left previously. your chest heaved as you grumbled, sitting up, hands moving to grab his belt. you placed it on the bed next to you, his fingers working on unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them down as well as his boxers.

all patience and gentleness was gone, you both needed each other desperately.

his hard cock hit his stomach, red, sore and veiny. your eyes locked on it as you spat into your hand, slowly fisting and pumping him.

he groaned, pushing you back onto the soft mattress before he repositioned himself between your legs. he grabbed a spare pillow from beside you, pulling your hips upwards and placing it underneath. “comfortable?” he asked as you nodded, biting your lip.

“you sure about this, y/n, we don’t have to.” he said gently, hands brushing your hair. “i’m sure, arthur.” you mumbled, nodding as he rubbed his cock against your folds, both of you shuddering.

he applied pressure, pushing into you gently. you gasped, feeling the sting as he stretched you out, whimpering. he let you get used to him for a few seconds before he moved - slowly thrusting into you.

soft whimpers left your open mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him down into you. he gripped one of your legs, pulling it around his waist as he rested both arms beside your head again, his hips grinding into yours.

“arthur,” you whispered, moaning as his pace picked up. it’s like all self control let his body, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you, his lips coming down to attack your neck.

your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand fisting the sheets as he continued grinding, his pace speedy but very detailed. you knew he wanted this, he needed it and had craved it for a long time.

his lips moved back to you, his tongue fighting against yours, you could still taste yourself on him, his breathing heavy as he groaned into your mouth. his voice vibrated, low whimpers leaving him as his pace grew faster.

the room was filled with the sounds of both of you, your skin colliding as your practically melted together, becoming one. he was deep, his body close as he whispered to you, “waited so long for this,” he murmured, “wrote so many songs about this exact moment.”

you whimpered in his ear, nails dragging down his back as you moaned. you felt your walls contract, tightening your legs around him as his fingers moved to circle your clit. “fuck, arthur-“ you whined, he understood and mumbled a breathy, “cum baby, i got you.”

you clenched around him, legs shaking as his pounding grew sloppy, head board hitting the wall gently, his hands shaking as he gripped your waist. he placed his forehead against yours, kissing your nose as you moaned, the tightness in your stomach slowly unknotting.

“shit! i’m cumming,” you cried out, legs shaking as your eyes rolled. your back arched into his touch, his eyes scanning over you as he smirked, working his fingers on your clit to guide you through your orgasm.

“fuck, i love you.” you whispered, chest heaving as he lost all control at those words, cumming in you. he whined, groaning as he released his load - painting your walls.

you grinned, eyes filled with love as you stared at him. “i love you too.” he whispered, kissing your mouth as he pulled out.

“let’s get you cleaned up,” he smiled gently.

[bambilenny]

i need arthur hill fics. NOW.

[thedyingliiight]

send requests pookies i need to get writing again

#arthurhill #ukyt

[deejayrockz]

LOVE ME HARDER •

A.HILL

SUMMARY ౨ৎ what your first time with arthur is like (headcannons)

WARNINGS ʚ smut obvs. not really much else. fem reader? idk if it's actually mentioned. feel free to request another person to do this with, i love doing these!!

౨ৎ

ʚ┊i don't think he waits very long in the relationship to have sex. he doesn't mind if you want to wait, and is very willing to wait, but if your down to have it early on, so is he!

ʚ┊ i honestly think he might have music or like a film on in the background. he seems the type to be night time sex, just as you've wound down for the night, is when he starts to make the first move.

ʚ┊ it starts off as small touches, maybe cuddling in bed, and a hand starts to stroke your thigh. OR it starts as a small makeout session, and slowly becomes more heated, causing him to roll you onto your back.

ʚ┊ #bringbackdryhumping

ʚ┊he's the type to eat you out before you actually have sex, or fingering, he just loves to watch you feel pleasure, before pleasuring himself.

ʚ┊ definitely very soft and slow, sensual sex. he takes his time exploring what makes you feel good, and what doesn't really do it for you.

ʚ┊ i think he likes missionary, or cowgirl, however is definitely willing to try any other position if it's what works best for you! he just prefers them two, because he can see your reactions properly, and be able to tell if you're enjoying it.

ʚ┊ he's a big kisser (confirmed). i think he mutters small praises, then kisses your skin as if to help the praise sink in. he loves to give soft kisses on the lips as he's fucking you senseless🤭

ʚ┊ i honestly think fully naked sex. obvs u can keep however many clothes on you want, but he is most likely fully naked. and he goes crazy when your nails run down his tattoos, or even when u just kiss them. makes him go dizzy fr.

ʚ┊ he lasts a good 15-20 minutes, depending on how the foreplay was. he can go for 2 rounds, before he gets a bit too worn out, however is willing to eat you out or finger you for however long you'd like. all day if he needs to. happily.

ʚ┊ already mentioned in my ah headcannons, but i think he's quite vanilla, however very whiny. he just whines and moans into your ear the whole way, maybe muttering out small praises and profanities.

ʚ┊ the aftercare is so so sweet, from both parties. at first, he's cuddling you, hands running through your hair, however after around 30 minutes you both decide to shower together. you give him a small massage in the shower, which may or may not lead to another round, who knows?

[thedyingliiight]

#i need him

[kate-inthedarkness]

can you do another josh request but like you meeting at a music festival or maybe around dublin?

AWH I love this!!!!

Josh is forever my Shayla 🥺🥺

Summer Heat — Josh Jenkinson

Summary: (based on request) When you get invited by a mutual friend of the boys to go see them play a summer gig in Dublin, Josh Jenkinson caught your eye immediately, and you most definitely caught his…

Warnings: None!!!

A/N: I thought this was a great mix of a festival type gig and being in Dublin, and I was at that gig so writing about it gives me serious PCD but it’s fine 😭😭

The van pulled up outside your place just past noon—sleek, black, and buzzing faintly with bass through its closed doors. You stood on the curb fiddling with your phone, pretending to scroll, nerves already pacing inside your chest. Then the side door slid open.

“Get in, baby,” Lucy grinned, sunglasses perched like a crown on her head.

You laughed, relief washing over you. Grace and Martha were already inside, legs crossed casually, paper coffee cups in hand. Despite having never met them, their warmth folded around you instantly. Grace offered you gum. Martha complimented your earrings. Lucy introduced you like you were family. It felt…good. Easy. Exciting.

The van rolled through the city towards Raheny to get to St. Anne’s Park, the soundcheck already underway by the time you arrived. You barely registered the security team scanning passes and waving you through as a distant, familiar riff floated through the trees. You recognized it immediately—“Cheer Up Baby.”

The air was warm, thick with summer and something else—anticipation, maybe. You kept your camera bag slung across your shoulder, fingers twitching for something to hold. As you walked toward the backstage entrance, surrounded by laughter and inside jokes, the nerves finally caught up to you.

You didn’t really know the guys. You knew of them, of course—anyone involved in Irish music did—but only in the way fans do: through lyrics and stage lights and Instagram stories. Now here you were, pass hanging around your neck like proof that you belonged. But did you? You didn’t really feel like you did.

You knew Lucy through a photography project you did with her about two years ago, and you guys got incredibly close, but that’s it. It’s not like you belong in their inner circle.

Backstage was less chaotic than you expected—cords and guitar cases, roadies in headsets, the smell of coffee and grass and gaffer tape. Someone handed Lucy a radio. Grace disappeared to find Elijah. Martha winked and said she was off to “wrangle Rob’s hair into something photo-safe.” And suddenly, you were standing alone—until someone approached from stage right.

Josh Jenkinson.

You recognized him right away, of course, even with his hoodie half-zipped and guitar pick stuck between his teeth. He offered a small smile—tentative but kind.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and a little shy. “You must be Lucy’s friend?”

You nodded. “Yeah, that’s me!”

He nodded, eyes flicking to your camera bag, then back to you. “You doing photos for her today?”

“Not officially,” you shrugged. “But I brought my gear, just for fun really.”

He smiled a little wider then. “That’s cool. You a music person too?”

“More from the sidelines,” you said, and then added, maybe a little too quickly, “I really love your music though.”

His ears turned faintly pink.

“Thanks. That means a lot.”

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The hours blurred into golden haze. The band did final checks. You wandered between cords and conversations, snapping a few candid shots—Elijah laughing with his head back, Rob balancing a water bottle on his head, Ryan mock-fighting with a mic stand. But your lens kept drifting to Josh.

Not in a creepy way. Just…curious. The way he tuned his guitar like it was a secret. The way he stood back a little in large conversations, observing, offering quiet as much as words. You found that oddly comforting—because you felt that way too, a little overwhelmed but trying.

At one point, you were sitting near a row of monitors when Josh sat beside you, unprompted. You both watched the crew work, a comfortable silence stretching between you.

“It’s always weird, this part,” he said.

You looked over. “Before the show?”

“Yeah. Like…everything’s too calm, and then suddenly, it’s not.”

You smiled. “Like waiting for a wave.”

He turned to look at you properly then. “Exactly. That’s a good way to put it.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The sky was starting to turn that soft, warm blue of late afternoon, and Josh looked out at it like it was singing only for him. He rubbed his thumb along the edge of a guitar pick.

“I get nervous too,” you said quietly, surprising yourself.

He looked over.

“I don’t really know any of you. And part of me thought…what if everyone hates me?”

Josh blinked, then laughed under his breath. “You? No way. Everyone already loves you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “How would you know?”

He looked away, then back again, eyes crinkling. “I pay attention.”

Later, just before the show, Lucy pulled you aside and whispered, “So. You and Josh?”

You rolled your eyes. “Nothing happened.”

“Yet,” she smirked.

The band walked onstage to the roar of the crowd, and you stood out in the crowd with all their friends and family, camera in hand, watching them become larger than life. Josh glanced over to your direction once before they started—even though he definitely couldn’t see you or any of his friends for that matter, but he still smiled.

It was small. Barely a shift in his mouth.

But it was enough to make your heart skip.

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The high from the show lingered long after the final chord faded into the summer air.

You were still clutching your camera, thumb sore from snapping more photos than you meant to. Backstage was buzzing—sweaty hugs, half-drunk bottles of beer, amp cables trailing like vines. You caught Josh’s eye a few times, but the swirl of bodies and sound pulled you both in different directions.

Until someone—maybe Rob—yelled, “Kehoes, yeah? Twenty minutes? Everyone in!”

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The pub was tucked away in the corner of a narrow street off Grafton. From the outside, it looked like any other: wood paneling, Guinness sign in the window, flickering light through old glass. But inside, it felt like a secret shared only by those who knew where to look.

The place was buzzing with low music, dim yellow light, and the hum of voices slightly hoarse from shouting over guitars. The band claimed a booth near the back, coats tossed over chairs, drinks already gathering condensation on the table.

You squeezed in next to Lucy. Grace was perched on Elijah’s lap, Martha balancing a pint like a pro. Josh wasn’t there yet.

You were halfway through your drink—something cold and fizzy and handed to you by someone with a wink—when he arrived. Hair damp, still in the same clothes he wore on stage, and a subtle sort of quiet carved into his posture. He slid into the empty seat beside you, his arm brushing yours in the close quarters.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey,” you echoed, smiling over your glass.

“You warm enough?”

You blinked. “I’m good. Why?”

He glanced sideways, that same barely-there smile pulling at his mouth. “You just looked cold.”

Your heart hiccupped, stupidly.

“I’m fine,” you said, but you left your arm where it was, still touching his.

The table thinned out slowly. First Grace and Elijah disappeared to get more drinks. Then Rob and Martha went to play some chaotic version of darts. Lucy got pulled into a conversation with someone you vaguely recognized from a local band.

And suddenly, it was just you and Josh. The music shifted to something slower—old Pogues, maybe—and the booth felt more like its own little world.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked. “The show?”

You turned to face him. “Yeah. You guys were…unreal.”

His cheeks flushed a little, and he looked down at his pint. “Thanks.”

You paused. Then added, quieter, “I watched you the most.”

He glanced up sharply—surprised, but not in a bad way. He held your gaze this time, really held it.

“I noticed,” he murmured.

You laughed, embarrassed but not regretful. “Not subtle, was I?”

“I liked it.”

Silence again—but charged now. Buzzing at the edges.

Your foot nudged his under the table, and neither of you moved away.

Everyone else’s worlds and conversations danced around you, but you were frozen. Not in a bad way, it was more like you were frozen because you wanted to know Josh now for the rest of your life, and being frozen in this night is the only possible way that could happen, probably.

“Want to go outside?” he asked suddenly. “It’s loud in here.”

You nodded.

He led you out the side door into the alley behind the pub, where the air was cool and smelled like old stone and cigarette smoke. A distant hum of music still drifted through the walls, but it was quiet enough to hear each other breathe.

Josh leaned against the brick, hands in his jacket pockets. You stood a few feet away, suddenly nervous.

“I’m not usually good at this kind of thing,” he said.

“What kind of thing?”

He gave a slow, lopsided smile. “Meeting people who make me nervous.”

You raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “I make you nervous?”

“A bit, yeah.”

You tilted your head, heart thudding now.

“Why?”

He hesitated, then looked at you fully. “Because you don’t care about…all this. The band. The scene. You’re just…here. And I like how you see things.”

You swallowed, pulse loud in your ears.

“I like how you see things too,” you said. “Quietly. Like you’re looking for something underneath it all.”

His expression softened, eyes flicking to your mouth and back again.

And then, very gently, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to, he reached for your hand.

His fingers brushed yours, careful and tentative—until you threaded them together, and for a second, neither of you spoke—just the quiet rhythm of your joined hands.

“So,” you started, trying to sound casual, “how did you even get into music? I mean…besides being obviously amazing at it.”

Josh laughed quietly, a little self-conscious. “Uh…started messing with it as a kid, never really stopped. You?”

You shrugged, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Family thing too, but more…accidental. I fell into photography and then music stuff sort of followed me around. Not as flashy as playing in a band, though.”

He tilted his head, curiosity softening his expression. “That’s why you were always snapping photos back there. You caught some amazing shots, by the way. Better than most of the press we get.”

Your chest warmed at the compliment. “Thanks. I like catching things no one usually notices. People…moments…faces. Little things that tell a story.”

Josh nodded, fingers brushing your hand again. “I get that. That’s…sort of how I play too. Trying to find something that feels real underneath all the noise.”

You smiled, leaning a little closer. “Yeah. I like that about you. You notice things.”

A quiet laugh escaped him. “Only when I’m paying attention.”

You stayed in that easy rhythm, talking in low tones, laughing softly at little asides. Somehow, the world felt smaller, more intimate, as if the alley had wrapped itself around just the two of you.

Finally, you stood on your tiptoes, brushing a quick, soft kiss against his cheek. He froze mid-breath, eyes wide, and the faintest pink crept up his neck.

“I should get back,” you said with a playful smile, letting go of his hand just enough to step back. “Before Lucy notices we’re missing and drags me into some embarrassing conversation.”

Josh blinked, still frozen, staring after you. “Right…yeah. Okay.”

You grinned and slipped back into the pub, leaving him leaning against the brick wall, fingers brushing his cheek where your lips had been. His jaw slack, eyes sparkling like a kid on Christmas morning, and you couldn’t help but laugh quietly to yourself as the noise of the pub welcomed you back.

Josh stayed where he was for a moment longer, replaying the feel of your hand in his and the warmth of your kiss.

That was…definitely a start of something. Or at least he was praying it would be.

[thedyingliiight]

#myhusband #i worship this man

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

[thedyingliiight]

omg.

[goldenlenney]

WHERE ARE MY ARTHUR HILL GIRLS??

i’ve had an arthur idea in the drafts for soooo long and i rarely ever see hill fics, so idk if that means i need to start writing him more…?

[thedyingliiight]

MY MANN #arthur hill justice ☹️

[deejayrockz]

JUST FRIENDS •

A.HILL

SUMMARY ౨ৎ three times you and arthur were "just friends" and one time you realised maybe you weren't "just friends." i had this idea for george, but then decided to switch it to arthur hill cuz i just love him. if u wanna read a george version, then i recommend this!!

WARNINGS ʚ fluff!! smut (fem!reader) friends that are more than friends situation. completely blind arthur and reader ! no safe sex (pls ignore them stay safe) i think this sucks sorry.

౨ৎ

number i.

you were laying on arthur's settee, in his, chris' and george's shared apartment, with mascara streaks down your face.

"i'm not gonna say i told you so, but.." arthur sighed, picking your feet up, and placing them on his lap, as he handed you a tea. you sipped it quietly, placing it on the coffee table, and slumping back down.

"i just- i thought he was different, you know?" you muttered, plucking at the strings on a blanket.

"i know, i understand," arthur massaged your ankle softly, "he's a prick, im sorry."

"it isn't your fault.." you sniffled, wiping your nose, "he's a pathetic cheater."

"amen." arthur smirked, patting your ankle, and turning the tv on, putting on one of your favourite movies.

around five minutes had passed, before he heard small sobs escaping you, eyes squeezing shut in attempt to not let them fall.

"come here.." he whispered, taking your feet off his lap, and guiding you into his arms. you heard his heartbeat in his chest, as his arms wrapped around you, causing you to feel safe, warm, and loved.

god, you hate the way your heart skipped at the mention of feeling loved by arthur.

you were just friends.

number ii.

your heart was beating loud, and your head was spinning, as the alcohol running through your veins began to make you tired.

you had just come back from filming a pub golf video, and decided to come back with george, as you were definitely too drunk to take any sort of public transport alone.

"drink this," george muttered, handing you a glass of water, and heading to arthur's room. arthur pattered his way out, dressed in his pyjama bottoms and a black shirt. a grin spread across his face when he saw you. you ignored the tightness in your chest when that happened.

"hi, beautiful," he teased, ruffling your already windswept hair. you rolled your eyes, placing the glass down on the counter, and looking at him with droopy eyes.

"hi.."

"you feeling a bit rough?-"

"shut up."

he chuckled, a small frown-smile on his face, as his hands went to both sides of your thighs, slotting himself between your legs.

"let's go to bed, huh?" he asked, though it was more rhetorical, as he placed his hands on your wrists, wrapping them around his neck, and picking you up. you mumbled something incoherent, as he carried you to the bedroom.

his bedroom.

you had shared a bed platonically multiple times, this time being one of them. you had known each other for around 8 years now, meeting when you were eighteen, and the amount of sleepovers you had had, was countless.

in fact, looking back, you couldn't even remember how you met. all you remember is bumping into this weird nerd, and next thing you know you were best friends.

sharing a bed never really changed your friendship.

you were just friends.

number iii.

the bar was loud, and the counter was sticky, as you leant against it, waiting for your drink to arrive. you were alone at the bar, as arthur and your mutual friends were at a booth a bit away.

all was going fine until you began to smell a very strong and very cheap aftershave, emitting from your right side.

"hey pretty," a guy smiled, his teeth slightly crooked, as he leaned against the bar beside you

"erm, hi," you smiled awkwardly, not enjoying the way his eyes raked over your dress. you suddenly became self conscious on how tight it fit your curves, and how your boobs threatened to spill over the top.

"what's a little thing like you doing here at the bar, alone?" he asked, his voice low, as he became closer. your body moved back out of instinct.

"little? i'm-" you sighed, "i'm not alone-"

"yeah, whatever, can i buy you a drink?" he asked, cutting you off. you rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw, breathing out your nose.

"absolutely not-"

"hey, babe, is everything okay?" you felt a familiar arm wrap around your shoulder, kissing your cheek softly. the heat rose to your cheeks, as you immediately recognised his voice.

arthur.

the guy left quickly , almost as if you blinked and he was gone.

"thanks, my hero" you smirked, holding a hand on his wrist that hung over your shoulder.

"anytime, babe." he said sarcastically, placing a wet kiss to your cheek, before grabbing your freshly made drink, and leading you back to the booth. your stomach flipped. you rolled your eyes and scoffed, brushing his arm off jokingly, immediately missing the warmth he gave.

you ignored the way chris and george gave eachother a knowing look, like there was an inside joke you weren't in on.

you were just friends.

until you weren't.

number iv.

you were currently spending the night at arthur's apartment. in arthur's bed. per usual.

the only thing different, was this time, thunder was rattling outside the window. you weren't the biggest fan of thunder. it was all fine, until a strike of lightning had passed, and your body shook at the sound.

arthur seemed to notice, and pulled you into him, his chest flush to your back. he regretted this decision almost immediately, as he seemed to forget you were sleeping in one of his shirts and some underwear. he felt your ass, covered by a thin piece of fabric, brush against his joggers.

his neck flushed, and he tucked his head into the back of your neck, trying everything to regulate his breathing.

you, on the other hand, were feeling much less scared. you felt his growing hardness poke your backside, and a small smirk grew on your face. if it was anyone else, you'd have apologised and simply moved away, but something about arthur made you want to encourage it further.

you moved closer, shuffling your hips, disguising it as 'just getting comfy.' his breath hitched as you moved, and his hips very slightly bucked. so slightly, you almost missed it, but you didn't. you felt it. him.

"arthur.." you muttered, as he hummed. you turned around in his arms, now you were face to face.

"why have you gone so red?" you teased, reaching a hand up to his cheek. thunder struck again, however this time you ignored it, too busy with something more important.

"you're seeing things, i think," he muttered, trying to tuck his face into your neck, as you giggled, your own face flushing, as you wrap you leg around his hip.

his hand reaches down to stroke your thigh, electric touches releasing at every movement his fingers made.

your breath hitched, as he lay face to face with you, faces inches from eachother, sharing the same breath. you had always know arthur was gorgeous, but the way he was looking at you now, the moonlight accentuating his features, was one of your favourite looks on him.

both of you seemed to be slightly speechless, unsure on what to do next, before his hand reached out to touch your face, stroking your jaw softly. he leaned in, slightly hesitant at first, before you also leaned in and connected your lips.

there was no fireworks, or crazy romantic music, but there was warmth, and there was love. wether you were 'just friends' or not, you knew you'd be more once this night was over.

your lips moved in sync, as his hand went down and spread out across your thigh again. you lifted your head off the pillow, deepening the kiss, as you leaned on your elbow.

arthur pulled your thigh closer, causing your body to shift and somehow ending up straddling his lap. your lips parted for a second, taking a small breather, before he eagerly held the side of your face, and pulled you in again.

the night could've ended like this, and you would have been more than satisfied. however, luckily for you, it wasn't going to end here.

your hips moved slightly above him, and his hands flew to your hips, encouraging the movement. his tongue danced with yours, as you slowly began rocking your hips against his clothed hard on.

he pulled back to mutter out a small 'fuck..' , looking down to where your bodies connected, the only thing separating you was some flimsy pieces of fabric. a small wet patch seeped through your underwear onto his joggers, and he let out a small groan at the sight.

"you're unbelievable.." he whispered, kissing along your jaw, as your head rested on his shoulder, feeling the heat in your core grow.

a small whimper left your lips, as you felt your clothed cunt rub against him. the pressure of the cotton spurring you both on, as his hands guided your hips.

you lifted your head, hands on his chest, as your hips ground down with more pressure. his eyes closed, before opening again, as if he were scared to miss anything. he began to slowly lift his hands to above your hips, sliding under your top now, and caressing your sides, slightly revealing your belly, and your black lace panties.

"god, you're so gorgeous.." he whispered, almost as if he meant to say it in his head, but let it slip out. you smiled at the compliment, biting your lip, before stopping your movement, and beginning to untie his joggers.

his let you do so, lifting his hips as you pulled them down, along with his boxers, revealing his hard leaking cock.

you moaned at the sight, automatically reaching out to spread the precum along the tip. he let out a sensitive whimper at this, placing his lip between his teeth to avoid any more noises escaping. you hated that.

"don't do that, let me hear you, please," you sighed, leaning down, and kissing him softly. his lips moved in tandem with yours, as your hand began to stroke him softly. he moaned into your mouth, hips bucking slightly into your palm.

"god, that's feels good.." he said, clenching his jaw, looking down between you both, watching how you handled him.

"yeah? that make you feel good, baby?" you teased, hand moving slow, as your kisses peppered his jaw.

"you're going to drive me crazy.." he whispered, hips matching your slow pace, letting out a needy whimper. you just giggled softly, a sound that was like music to his ears.

"more, please, baby.." he said, hand tangling in your hair, as he pulled you in for another kiss, tongues fighting with eachother, before you pulled your hand away, and moved your panties to the side, breaking the kiss.

"only because you asked so nicely.." you teased, before slowly rubbing your wet cunt against his tip. he sighed softly, lining himself up with you and helping you sink down, with hands on your hips, strong enough to bruise.

arthur's head fell back with a low groan, as he felt every inch of you wrap around him. he muttered out a small profanity, as he held you still in his lap.

"don't move, please, not yet.." he said quietly, as you complied, kissing along his jaw. you stayed like this for around a minute, before your cunt was begging for attention, and you began slowly grinding slow circles on his dick.

"jesus christ.." arthur whined. he actually whined. he couldn't help but slowly thrust his hips up to match your slow circles. you moaned, your cunt dripping, and beginning to move up and down on his dick. you sat up, hands on his chest, as his eyes were glued to where you were connected, watching his cock covered in your slick. he had to move his eyes away when he felt his core tighten, not wanting to finish before it had even started.

your back arched, feeling his dick move inside your cunt, nothing but the wet sounds of skin slapping together, and hushed moans filling the room. the smell of sex began to fill the air, as his thumb moved to circle your clit, causing you to release your lip from between your teeth, and let out a moan.

"shh, we don't want to wake the others.." arthur whispered, pulling you down to kiss his lips, shushing your moans. his hips began to thrust up into you at a new angle, causing both you and him to moan more, slightly quieter this time. you felt yourself getting closer to climax embarrassingly quick.

"fuck.. arthur i'm-" you cut yourself off, with a short whimper, as he just nodded, and whispered a small "i know, me too."

he kissed your jaw, before continuing his attack on your clit, thrusts becoming quicker, and more desperate. moans escaped your mouth, no longer caring about who hears.

both of your climaxes came quick, knots in your cores tightening with each thrust, before they finally released. he groaned, quickly pulling you in for a kiss to shush both of your noises, as he rode you through your high.

the silence after was comforting, as your cunt throbbed in the aftermath. his hands slowly rubbed up and down your back, pressing soft kisses to your hairline. you heard his heartbeat almost explode out of his chest, and you kissed one of his tattoos, and sat up to look at him.

"one way to distract you from a storm.." he joked, as you slapped him softly on the arm, holding back a grin.

the aftercare was everything you had ever dreamed for. soft touches in the shower, and calming fingers running through your hair. the night ended with your head resting on his chest, damp hair sprawled across his arm. his hand rubbed across your thigh, as you put on a tv show to fall asleep to. neither of you really spoke about what happens next, and decided it was best to just wait and see.

one thing was for sure though, you were more than just friends.

[thedyingliiight]

#myman #myfavearthurhillwriter!!!!!

[luvdixon-deactivated20250922]

arthur hill nsfw alphabet? i was told specifically to ask you, plus your writing is perfection mwahhh xx

# NSFW ALPHABET ★ arthur hill

word count: 1.9k. ♡

content: smut/nsfw content, bdsm mentions, rough sex, somno mention, stuff like that

author note: thank you for your kind words honey and i hope this is okay for you!! x also this isnt proofread so ignore any typos

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

He’ll tease you a little, but it’s all gentle touches and light kisses to your face. He’ll cuddle you for a little while, and then decide to finally get up and give you a bath. He’ll light a candle, grab some snacks and some water, put a movie on and then bring you back to bed and spend the night cuddled up to you. He’ll offer constant reassurance like are you okay?, you did so well for me, beautiful.

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

On you: Thighs. Biggest thigh man to ever exist. Mentioned them being his ‘secret kink’ on the useless hotline podcast once and you haven’t let him live it down since. You’ll always wear shorts and skirts around him to drive him crazy, and he’ll always have a hand on your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh to mark you up.

On himself: His hair. He loves when your fingers run through the locks, when you pull at his mullet as soon as he slips inside of you. The way you beg him not to cut it? He’s never changing a thing.

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

He prefers to cum on you instead of inside you. He’s a little cautious when it comes to the idea of you getting pregnant, but has thought about filling you up a lot more than he’d like to admit. He prefers to see your face painted with his cum, though—loves to paint your tits, your thighs, and then have you suck every last drop from his fingers afterwards.

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

He really likes the idea of being caught. Especially by Chris and George. He’ll purposefully rile you up when you come over and then he’ll drop a better be quiet, baby, don’t want them to hear, yeah? and then he ruins you until you have no choice but to make too much noise. Arthur will fuck into you that little bit harder when he hears Chris’s feet padding into the kitchen to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. He’ll wait until George is scrolling in bed on his phone and then he’ll sit you on his cock and have you whining for hours.

The best part? Both Chris and George are aware of it. An unspoken thing between the three of them. Arthur knows that it riles them up, knows that they jack off to it, and they know they can’t bring it up without admitting they wank to their best mate fucking his girlfriend. 

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

He’s not too experienced, but he knows exactly what you like and he has perfected it. So, there isn’t much left to work on. He can have you moaning underneath him within a few seconds so you have never underestimated him during sex.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, purely because he likes to watch tears prick at your eyes when you’re close. He likes to watch the way your face twists in pleasure with every thrust—it’s mesmerising, should be hung in the louvre. The intimacy is definitely a plus, though. He’ll a press a kiss to the tip of your nose at times, making you giggle underneath his weight.

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

He tries his best to be serious–bless him–but he’s just a bundle of laughs most of the time. The two of you are naturally funny and always bounce off of each other's jokes, so when Arthur makes a joke about how long it took you to get your clothes off, you’re holding your face with embarrassment and laughing into your palms. It’s near his climax where his brows furrow and he can’t seem to focus on your subtle teasing, he’s just too overwhelmed with pleasure.

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

He’s a little careless, but tries to trim it every few weeks just to keep up with it. Not really bothered about it otherwise. Same with you, he couldn’t care less.

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

He’s romantic, but it’s subtle. A sweet kiss to your lips when he’s stretching you out, a breath of praise when your lips wrap perfectly around his cock. Sex is an intimate thing for him, but he has a naturally subtle way of loving you (which you don’t mind at all) and that applied to sex too. He makes it known, but doesn’t overwhelm you with it.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot. Being on tour for months is difficult for you both and he can’t help but get riled up at the thought of you just being there with him. Sometimes you’ll travel with him on the tour bus, but you have your own work to do, so it’s not often that you get to see him on tour outside of the actual concerts. He just wants to touch you, to feel the familiar warmth of your skin against his fingertips. Most nights when he can’t sleep he’ll slip his hand into his boxers and jerk pathetically into his hand just to feel closer to you.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves to praise you and loves to be praised, it’s raw and it’s real and it drives him crazy to know that he’s making you feel good. He’s a naturally rough person in the bedroom: a hand on your throat, a harsh slap to your ass, forcing you on your knees and slipping his cock down your throat with little to no mercy, all of that stuff. He’s a dacryphiliac, which makes edging and overstim so fun for him. He’ll bring you right to the edge over and over until tears spill down your cheeks and then he’ll let you cum only to do it three or four more times. By the end of it your makeup is ruined, your legs are shaking and he’s just looking at you like you’re heaven on earth. He dabbles in somnophilia, loves to wake you up with his head between your thighs and loves it even more when you wait until he’s asleep for you to slip your fingers inside of your cunt only for him to wake up and ruin you anyway. 

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a mirror. This man loves to see you bent over and taking him like you were made to. He loves to see your face when you cum, loves to force your eyes forward so that you can watch as he takes you apart.

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

When you let an oh, yeah? slip mid conversation. It catches him off guard, and turns him on so much. Especially during arguments, when you sound so hot bitching about whatever has pissed you off. He’s a sucker for a bossy and bitchy girlfriend. 

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

He probably won’t degrade you, at least not too heavy. He prefers to be sweet with his words while he defiles your body. It turns you both on more to see the contrast of the two. A sweet such a good girl for me, aren’t you? while his grip bruises your hips and his hand wraps around your throat.

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

He’s a top tier munch, and will always prefer to give head instead of receive it. He loves when you’re on your knees for him, but nothing beats the taste of you after a long day. How your thighs wrap tightly around his head, how your back arches off the bed when his tongue flicks over your clit. It’s everything he’s ever wanted and more. He’ll sometimes lay between your legs and lap at your cunt even if he’s not actively trying to make you cum. You’ll push at his curls playfully to protest, but he’s all let me clean you up, yeah? and before you know it he’s down there another hour.

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

It differs and depends on the situation. He can be rough and fast, but he’s usually rough and slow. Harsh, deep but pure. It’s almost contradicting that he moves slow like he’s afraid to break you, and then slams into you like he’s ready to glue you back together if he has to.

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

Not a fan of them, but wouldn’t mind dragging you into a storage room or a shitty pub bathroom to bend you over. It’s all about time and place.

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

Not very risky, but does experiment with you a lot. As long as he knows what you want and how you want it, he’ll do it.

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

Usually one long round is enough for you both, but depending on how he’s feeling on the day he may go two or three before he has to tap out.

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

Definitely something he’d be open to but he isn’t into it enough to bring it up to you. If you bring it up, he’ll buy whatever you want, but if not then it’ll sit in the back of his mind.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, this man can tease. Light touches where you need him the most, filthy words slipping past his lips when you’re with a group of friends, it’s all just to see you riled up. Even in the privacy of your own room, he’s a tease. He’ll push you until you beg for it.

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

So vocal. Whining, moaning, panting into your ear all the time. He’s letting you know that you’re taking him so well and making him feel amazing. It boosts your ego and it’s fucking sexy, so why not?

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

He likes to keep polaroids of you in lingerie. He has a camera specifically for it, and will always take photos of you on your knees for him in a pretty pink lace set, and then one after with cum all over your face and your lingerie hanging off your body. He gets off to them of course, and they’re in a secret envelope in his drawer. You think it’s embarrassing to be the star of his show, but he loves it, so you don’t mind.

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

He’s packing. More girth than length, but it’s above average regardless. Curves slightly to hit that spot inside of you and make you feel so full. It’s perfect.

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

The two of you will have sex two to three times a week depending on schedules, but his sex drive isn’t that high. He just misses you a lot and that usually turns into sex when you finally get to see each other again.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep quite quick, but he always makes sure that you’re settled and relaxed before shutting his eyes. He’ll hold you close and fall asleep with your head on his chest. You’ll eventually fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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[thedyingliiight]

#myman #perfection i'm in love

[willnees-deactivated20251106]

Girl I actually ADORE your fics 😍 I’m getting more into ukyt recently and was wondering if you had any recommendations for series to read as I’m pretty new to the fanbase :)

so honoured to be asked ! some of these are 18+ so if you're a minor, please do not interact ! if i have missed you, please don't take it personally and just let me know ! other authors who do one shots you can find here !!

⇒ i have a feeling you got everything you wanted (george clarke) @mia-maybank ✩ incomplete

⇒ closing arguments (arthur frederick) @raekensluver ✩ complete

⇒ inside trouble (george clarke) @livvymd ✩ complete

(the rest of the series is in her masterlist!)

⇒ audio erotica (george clarke) @snoopyclarkey ✩ incomplete(?)

⇒ lost in translation (george clarke) @pookietv ✩ complete

(the rest of the series is in her masterlist)

⇒ caught in the act (harry lewis and will lenney) @pretendyoucantseeme ✩ complete

⇒ among us (harry lewis) @sdmnpact ✩ complete

(the rest of the series is in her masterlist)

⇒ back to friends? (alfie buttle) @clarkeysbedchem ✩ complete

⇒ fault lines and second chances (will lenney) @octaneink ✩ complete

⇒ blue-eyed bet (part two, as part one is linked) (george clarke) @georgeclarkeys ✩ incomplete(?)

⇒ we have a spare room (george clarke) @mmkclarkey ✩ imcomplete

(other parts on her page)

⇒ no way back to normal (arthur hill) @cheekytv ✩ complete(?)

⇒ pushing it down and praying (will lenney) @roc-haze ✩ incomplete

⇒ you complete me (arthur frederick) @smzyyx ✩ complete

(rest of the series is in her masterlist)

⇒ island boy (harry lewis) @insomniac4000 ✩ complete

(other half of series here!)

⇒ if you were dating.... (ukyt boys - i've tagged for george, but below are the others) @thedyingliiight ✩

⇒ inside series (george clarke) @headdinthewall ✩ complete

(the rest of the series is in her masterlist)

[thedyingliiight]

sooo sweet thank you 🩷🩷🩷

[wcters]

YOUR INSTAGRAM STORIES IF YOU WERE DATING ARTHUR HILL

pairing: arthur hill x fem!reader

summary: what your instagram stories would look like if you were dating arthur hill

warnings/contents: swearing, gets sappy at the end

author’s note: trying something new so let me know if you like it !!!!! jk this actually sucks

[thedyingliiight]

#myman

[rosierecs13]

WillNE Fic Recs

06/08/2025

⭒ Who gets to love me after you? By @octaneink

Will finds himself fixated on a question he can’t shake

⭒ Wait, you didn’t know? By @/octaneink

The Reader really likes Will. Like, really likes him. She spends all their time together, she just need to ask him out, becuase they weren’t dating yet…right?

⭒ Custom Fit by @/octaneink

The Reader supports Will at the 2025 Sidemen Charity Match

⭒ October Rain by @/octaneink

Will forgets his two-year anniversary with the Reader

⭒ Smooth by @/octaneink

Will and the reader enjoy their vacation time while Will sends death glances to flirty divers. (He trusts you. He just doesn’t trust them.)

⭒ Custom Fit by @/octaneink

The Reader supports Will at the 2025 Sidemen Charity Match

⭒ SNOWY ESCAPE  by @lvrslvt3

reader is stuck sharing a room with her crush; willne.

⭒ Suffocate Me Sweetly. By @livvymd

⭒ D.i.l.f by @clarkeysbedchem

your son comes home with some interesting news about will after the school run.

⭒ making the bed by @/clarkeysbedchem

in the two years of dating, you and will had never had a serious argument but when everything starts to pile on top of you both it was bound to happen.

⭒ GREEN EYES, GREEN ROOM by @fawnme1

during a group video shoot, will grows jealous when you get close to another creator.

⭒ OFF LIMITS by @/fawnme1

the reserved sister of ChrisMD — find yourself caught in a forbidden yet irresistible romance with WillNE.

⭒ OFF LIMITS 2 by  @/fawnme1

⭒ OFF LIMITS 3 by @/fawnme1

⭒ the alchemy by @lenneygirl4ever

The two times you were recruited to play in a Sidemen charity match, and the one time you score.

⭒ the alchemy 2 @/lenneygirl4ever

after seeing the public’s reaction to your performance, you see how your fellow teammate takes to social media after the fact. causing the two of you to reach a breaking point.

⭒ YOUR RELATIONSHIP by @wcters

an overview of what your relationship with will would look like

⭒ IS HE PROPOSING OR . . . ?  by  @/wcters

is he proposing or did he just take you to your dream vacation spot?

⭒ 𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙉𝙀... by @thedyingliiight

⭒ Being Nice by @missust3l3vision

Will is a lot different on camera and it intimates Y/n. Good thing he has a soft spot for her.

⭒ Cry To Me by @roc-haze

⭒ Thank You For The Music by @/roc-haze

⭒ Off Script  by @whore4fanfics

While filming a chaotic Sidemen YouTube video, WillNE invites Y/N—his long-time best friend and secret crush—to join the fun. But things quickly spiral when a stunt goes wrong and Y/N ends up hurt. In the panic and rush of the moment, Will's carefully hidden feelings come bubbling to the surface, along with a whole lot of regret.

[thedyingliiight]

so bloomin cute thank you!!!!!

i will get back to writing at some point!! just got back from berlin and i have exams in a few weeks so i’m prioritising that as of right now :((

[clarkeyszn]

# WILL WE TALK? bobby skeetz.

summary: you meet bobby in a club after seeing inhaler open for sam fender.

warnings: kissing, drinking, implied smut (im too scared to write the actual thing teehee). lmk if i missed anything

pairing: bobby skeetz x fem! reader

word count: 2.1K

request: here!

authors note: my first request OH MYYYY!!! i love inhaler AND sam fender so this was so fun for me to write! this is also not proofread (lol when do i ever)

the club was alive with the sound of the obnoxiously loud music. sweaty bodies pressed against each other, the floor sticky with god knows what. you and your friends, still riding the high after seeing sam fender perform live, had decided to go out into the city after the gig, no one wanting the night to end. it was one of those times you felt infinite. like you didn't have a 9am lecture in the morning, half-written essays and rent due.

"hey!" your friend called over the noise, "i'm gonna go take a piss, get us another drink, will ya'?" she asked, handing you her empty glass.

you nodded, she smiled and hugged you before stumbling off to find the bathrooms. maybe just a lemonade for her this time.

you made your way over to the bar, pushing past the drunken bodies of sweaty university students grinding against each other. the blinding lights made it nearly impossible to see where you were going, that and the multiple cocktails in your system.

you made your way over to the bar, pushing past the drunken bodies of sweaty university students grinding against each other. the music pulsed in your chest, lights strobing just enough to disorient you as you weaved through the crowd.

someone shoved past with no warning, and your foot slipped, sending you stumbling straight into someone’s chest.

two hands caught your arms, firm but easy, keeping you upright.

"careful," a voice said, he had an accent. "you alright?"

you looked up, ready to mumble a quick apology but then you saw him.

tall. brunette curls styled perfectly around his ears. and piercing sky-blue eyes, that made you want to sink into the ground and cry, locked onto yours with the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen.

realising you were staring, you stepped back. flustered.

"shit, sorry. i didn't see you."

"no harm done," he said, amused.

you look at him again, confused. "do i know you?"

"nah," he shook his head, "saw you at the gig, on your mates shoulders. at least i'm hoping he's a friend."

"you were at the gig?" you asked, eyes lighting up.

"something like that, yeah." he chuckled.

"what am i missing? where were you watching?"

"from the stage," he muttered, "i'll admit i was a bit upset you weren't as excited for our set as you were sam's."

"yeah?" you asked, smiling sweetly. "well if only i had known how cute you were upclose, i might've got more excited." since when were you this bold?

"just cute?" he questioned.

you hummed in agreement. but no, not just cute.

"so the guy whose shoulder's you were on..." he leaned closer to your ear, "he just a friend?"

you laughed under your breath, he's bold too. "yeah, just a friend."

his grin widened. "good. wouldn't want to be stepping on any toes before i even buy you a drink."

"oh?" you raised your eyebrows. "you're buying me a drink?"

"was hoping to, yeah." he said, shrugging like it was the most natural thing in the world. "might be easier if i knew your name."

you smiled. "it's y/n."

"y/n." he repeated.

"mhm." you nodded, biting your lip. "you gonna tell me yours?"

"robert. or bobby, if you like."

"i like bobby, it suits you." you smiled.

"so..." he paused, "can i buy you a drink, y/n?"

you hesitated for just a second. "alright. one drink."

he led you through the crowd, glancing back once to make sure you were still following. the heat and the noise swirling, but somehow, walking just behind him, it all felt a little more bearable. like the chaos had dulled to a comfortable hum.

he leaned on the bar, flagging the bartender with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times before. you slid in beside him, feeling the heat of him at your side.

"what're ya having, then?" he asked, turning towards you.

you told him, and he gave a small, approving nod. "classy. i like it."

"and you?" you asked him, nudging his arm with your elbow.

"i'll have a guiness, please." he sad to the bartender.

you snorted, "of course. you can take the boy out of ireland..."

bobby laughed with you, "what about your friend?"

"huh?" you asked.

"your friend," his head motioning over to where the bathrooms were, "you were getting her a drink, no?"

"i- uh- yeah." you fumbled your words, "have you really been watching me all night?"

"hard not to." he said, a little too quickly.

"smooth." you chuckled, "so, how long are you in newcastle?"

"we leave tomorrow, actually. we're going to the US for tour."

both your smiles drop.

you nod slowly, the weight of it sinking in. "must be mad, doing all that travelling. i'm just here for uni."

"uni?" he said, interest sparking in his gaze.

"yeah," you smiled, "so newcastle's home for now, at least."

he grinned, a little softer now. "there are worse places."

"guess so." you said, feeling the sudden distance of knowing the man you only met minutes ago, would be gone soon.

before the moment could get too heavy, the music shifted. the bass dropped low and fast as new order's blue monday filled the room.

you snorted at the irony of it all, "oh my god!"

"seems like fate to me." he gave you a knowing look, offering you his hand.

you took it without hesitation, letting him pull you into the thick of the crowd  the drinks long forgotten. the bass thumped through the club, vibrating through your feet as bobby led you deeper onto the dancefloor. the chaos around you blurred into the background, leaving only the rhythm and the warmth of his hand in yours.

he pulled you closer, his fingers resting lightly on the small of your back as you moved together, matching the energy of the music. your heart hammered. not just from the dancing, but from the way his blue eyes held yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

for a few songs, you lost yourself completely. spinning, laughing, the world reduced to the thump of drums and the heat of his body close beside yours. when the dj finally slowed the tempo, the buzz between you thickened, heavy with something unspoken.

bobby glanced around, then nodded toward the exit. “want to get some fresh air?”

you hesitated for just a moment. the night had been a whirlwind, exciting and reckless in a way you weren’t used to. you weren’t usually the type to just follow someone outside a club in the middle of the night.

but something about bobby made you want to say yes.

“i don’t usually do this kind of thing,” you admitted quietly as he led you out into the cool night air, the sounds of the club muffled behind the door. 

the air was crisp against your skin, contrast to the heat lingering on your cheeks from the dancing. bobby had stepped just a little closer, not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"this is..." you started, then trailed off, chewing at your lip. "weird."

"a bit," he admitted, but there was a smile playing at his lips. "but not a bad weird."

you looked at him for a long second. searching for something beneath the surface. "do you do this a lot?"

his eyebrows rose slightly. "do what?"

"you know," you said, tilting your head, voice smaller than you meant it to be. "travel around, play gigs, meet girls, kiss her outside the club and then leave. like it was nothing."

you weren’t trying to accuse him, not really, but the words came out sharper than intended, threaded with something vulnerable. it surprised even you, how much you suddenly cared.

god, look at you. getting worked up over a guy you met two hours ago.

bobby stared at you. like really stared at you with those intense blue eyes that made your legs feel like jelly. the teasing dropped from his face, "is that what you think this is?"

you didn't answer right away. your eyes flicker down to the pavement.

he stepped even closer, slow, his voice quiet but firm. "i meet a lot of people, yeah, but i don't do this. not like this."

you looked up at him. "not like what?"

"not like you."

that stopped you cold. 

he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy. "jesus, i mean, i saw you from the stage and i couldn't stop looking. then you bump into me in some random club and suddenly i'm here, trying to be all smooth and failing miserably."

you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. it was soft, surprised.

"and yeah," he continued, "i'm leaving tomorrow. but i'll be thinking about this. about you."

you swallowed thickly, breath catching when his hand came up gently, fingertips brushing against your jaw, then settling at the curve of your neck. his other hand found your waist, his movements were slow and deliberate like he was memorising this moment.

"so, if you're still okay with it," he murmured, "i'd really like to kiss you now."

your heart stuttered beneath your ribs. but you nodded, just barely, but that was all he needed.

he guided you in, enough for your bodies to meet in the middle. and then he kissed you.

it was soft at first. tentative. like he didn't want to rush it, to feel every second of it. your hands slid up to his hair, tugging on the longer strands at the nape of his neck. he tilted your face just slightly as he deepened the kiss. you pulled at his hair again, harder this time. he responded with a soft groan against your lips that sent a thrill right through you.

the world around you stilled, the hum of the city and dull throb of the club's bass melting away until all you could feel were his hands and lips on you.

you barely noticed how tightly you were holding onto him until he shifted, pressing you gently back against the brick wall just beside the club's side door, hidden in the shadows. the cool stone against your back only heightened the contrast. him, warm and solid and all-consuming in front of you.

he pulled away just enough to look at you, his breathing ragged. “fuck,” he said, voice low, hoarse. "you're..."

he didn't finish the sentence, just kissed you again. rougher, a little desperate and you felt yourself lose any grip you had left on restraint.

the kiss lingered, slow and drawn out like neither of you wanted to let go first. and when you finally did, when his lips pulled back from yours, they hovered there, still so close it was dizzying.

his hand on your neck travelled further up, brushing the stray hairs from your face. you smiled at him softly as you glanced up at him, "do you want to-?"

"yeah," he said before you could finish, like he already knew what you were asking. then softer, "only if you want to."

"my flat's like... a ten minuted walk."

he smirked, just a little. "lead the way."

and then you were walking fast, back through the city streets, his hand in yours. you tugging him just a little too quickly. he kept close behind you, his thumb brushing circles against your palm as the two of you moved through the streets like you’d always known exactly where this night would end.

the next morning.

sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, golden and quiet, pulling you from sleep. the first thing you noticed was the cool air against your bare shoulders. the second was the empty space beside you.

you rolled over, heart sinking just a little. the pillow still held his shape. the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the fabric but he was gone.

you sat up slowly, wincing at the dull throb behind your eyes. your flat was quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic outside. you reached for your phone on the nightstand, already half-expecting nothing. nothing, well except for a text from your friend.

your friend: saw you leave with that cute brunette. call us if u need saving xxx

you laughed softly, before reaching for the glass of water that sat on the table on the other side of your bed.

that was when you saw it.

a piece of paper folded neatly and placed where his head had been. your fingers moved before your brain caught up, unfolding it carefully. it was written in messy, slanted handwriting, black ink on plain paper torn from your notebook.

hey, sorry for running off like this.

i promise this wasn't a one night thing for me.

bobby x

p.s. check your phone ;)

your hands trembled slightly as you reached for your phone again, unlocking it. you had a notification from instagram.

you have one new follower — @.bobbyskeetz

a/n: i hope this is okay! my longest fic on here so far. i wrote this over like three days and i was pretty smashed on saturday so if this is bad thats why LMAOOO i didn’t really know how to end it so forgive me if it seems rushed

[thedyingliiight]

#i❤️irishmen! #SAMFENDER #screaming

[thedyingliiight]

your headcannons are *chef’s kiss* !!! Need to know: do you have any other works coming out soon? before I request anything 💕

ohhhh my gooodness!! thank you so much beautiful. i have a few ideas for maybe two or three more headcannons but i’m not too sure if i’ll do all of them. i genuinely have lowkey no ideas for writing as of right now but i always randomly get ideas so let’s hope some spring to mind at some point ahah

thank you for the love, feel free to request anything whenever!! 💗💗💗

[thedyingliiight]

𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙔...

slight NSFW, arguments and fluff mentions!

for the mullet daddy aka my husband 😉😉 — REQUESTS ARE OPEN

IN THE RELATIONSHIP…

- this man YEARNS for you.

‘oh y/n i love you.’

‘i love you too, baby.’

- fans definitely make compilation of the way he looks at you, he admires you and everything you do.

- george is ridiculously giggly on camera, but it's you who is all giggly behind the scenes.

- his clothes are yours, no questions asked.

- he's very teasing, which either drives you insane or makes you love him more.

- like chris, he will use any cringey pick up line on you he can.

- when he kisses you, his beard never fails to tickle you, which he uses to his advantage to annoy you.

‘why are you pulling away?’

‘because your beard is tickling my neck.’

‘you’re evil.’

- naturally, when you’re sat together, your legs are rested atop his, it’s just a muscle memory at this point.

- drunk george is the clingiest man ever.

- just to wind him up, you always bite his biceps, they’re your favourite thing about him.

‘ow! what was that for?’

‘i’m sorry but they looked fucking yummy and big.’

‘damn that’s what she said.’

- you’re relationship is very amy santiago and jake peralta coded.

- this man will smush your face in his hands just to give you a kiss, in front of anyone and everyone.

- PDA isn’t a big deal to you but you do links arms or hold hands in front of others.

- this man is a walking pillow, when you’re in bed, your head is always on his chest as he runs his hands through your hair.

- neither of you are into the ‘big spoon, little spoon’ kind of cuddling so you usually settle on heads on chests or facing each other.

- you always pull the back of his hair for the fun of it.

- he always makes you a tea or coffee when you get home after being out all day.

‘i made you a tea, beautiful.’

‘why thank you, kind sir.’

- you are DEFINITELY the funny couple.

- he’s the boyfriend you tell all the gossip to, if he’s around when your friends are over, you tell him everything!!!

‘oh so she’s a bitch then?’

‘yes, we do NOT like her at all.’

- george isn’t the jealous type but when he is he doesn’t make it too obvious, just making snarky remarks towards the guy when he speaks.

- you always steal his jackets, and claim it goes with your outfits as your excuse.

- if he makes a cheeky comment about you he’ll always turn and stick his tongue out at you.

IN ARGUMENTS…

- he’s argumentative.

- if he wants to get a point across he will not move on until it is proven.

‘but i didn’t say that! i said-’

‘george! that conversation happened twenty minutes ago.’

‘yeah but i never proved my point!’

- quite patient but when he’s frustrated his patience is non existent.

- any little thing annoys him when he’s pissed off.

‘don’t roll your fucking eyes at me.’

‘i didn’t! i had something in them.’

- he laughs when he thinks your being ridiculous.

- you guys argue every few months, but it’s never a huge one.

- you only really argue when your stressed, most of the time it’ll be little disagreements that you’ll settle after an hour.

- he treats you more like a goddess after an argument.

NSFW!!…

- he’s an eye roller, i can tell.

- bites your lip HARD when he kisses you.

‘george you made me bleed.’

‘shit sorry, babe.’

- he groans A LOT.

- talks you through it.

- his hands are always on your ass, which he feels the urge to smack a lot.

- he’s a missionary kind of guy, just so he can kiss you.

- he’s a gentle kind of dominant but when he hasn’t seen you in a while he’s rough.

- seems like a love maker.

- after you have sex, he runs you a bath and will bathe with you, then make you a tea (again).

[thedyingliiight]

𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙑...

slight NSFW, arguments and fluff mentions!

(@headdinthewall) — REQUESTS ARE OPEN

IN THE RELATIONSHIP…

- he is your walking and talking fact teller, he’ll tell you the most irrelevant things even before you both go to sleep.

‘did you know that a black hole the size of a grape could swallow the WHOLE milkyway?’

‘no i didn’t, but that’s kind of crazy.’

‘right?!’

‘arthur, babe, go to sleep.’

- when you first met arthur he was very quiet but once you got comfortable with one another, he never shuts up.

- museum dates are a must.

- regarding PDA he's relatively awkward in front of other people, the most he'll do is a hand on your lower back.

- behind closed doors he's all over you, following you around just to wrap his arms around your waist and place his head on your shoulder.

- when he's drunk, he's very bold, he'd definitely try and kiss you in front of everyone.

‘ugh. i just wanna kiss you, y/n/n.’

‘you already have, a million times.’

‘oh. i love you.’

‘i love you too, arthur.’

- to which, the boys would not shut up about and would wind him up about it for months on end.

- he is the best at making you laugh, you could be having the worst day ever and he could say anything remotely stupid and you're creasing.

- his sleeper build sends you crazy, like a rabid animal (same babe same).

‘y/n you’re dribbling.’

‘sorry.’

‘no you aren’t.’

‘no you’re right, why does he look so fucking good?’

- he's the biggest softie ever, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

- HOWEVER, if he's slightly tipsy and sees you talking to another guy, the looks he gives are deadly, and the grip he has on you is also deadly.

‘jeez, mate, if looks could kill you would’ve killed that guy by now.’

‘yeah, well, he’s flirting with y/n, chris.’

- in general, he trusts you enough to know any other guy is not a threat but if they are purposefully hitting on you, he can't help but let them know you're 'his'.

- he's your carer when you're on your period.

- he would happily go to the shops at midnight if it meant you were as comfortable as possible.

- he's an empath for sure.

- he's very big spoon coded in my eyes, but he could never say no to resting his head on your chest.

- he's amazing with kids, specifically your siblings (if you have any).

- when you're both settling down for bed, he'll go into random rambles about different thoughts: most of the time it's random things about dinosaurs or science.

- he always refers to you in the conversation when anybody asks him about weddings or kids in the future.

‘when i get married, i want y/n to-‘

‘oh so you’re gonna marry me now?’

‘well obviously.’

IN ARGUMENTS…

- he listens, and doesn't judge. (sometimes)

- he doesn't raise his voice at all.

- he's always very calm which contrasts to you and your crashouts.

‘you never fucking listen to me! it’s driving me crazy.’

‘y/n, chill. i am listening, i promise.’

- you find his tone more intimidating when he speaks normally, rather than stern or frustrated.

- he always always apologises, even when you know you should be apologising.

‘i’m sorry.’

‘don’t be, i was the one that started shouting for no reason.’

‘yeah but sti-’

‘no. arthur. i am sorry.’

- will go to arms length to make it up to you.

- his communication skills are on top so he always expresses how he feels without any problem in arguments.

- he will never let you go to bed until he is sure he is fully forgiven.

NSFW!!…

- he's very gentle.

- he's in control but only if you say so.

- he enjoys you being on top but is always too shy to admit it.

- when he's drunk that's usually when he becomes very very dirty.

‘sit on my face.’

‘jee- what?’

‘i said what i said.’

- usually quite quiet, but when you are on top, he is as loud as anything.

- will constantly ask if you're okay.

‘is this okay?’

‘you’re doing great. i’m gonna take this off now, is that okay?’

‘are you alright?’