#rt smut

“I don’t think we properly considered the logistics of fucking on the table.” + Ryan

“Can’t wait until I get you home, princess,” Ryan growls into your ear, pressing the length of his body against the back of yours.

“Oh, and why’s that?” Your composed facade is ruined by the breathy quality of your voice. He chuckles against you, his breath hitting the shell of your ear.

“Now, sweetheart,” he begins, hand roaming down your body. “You can’t wear this dress and  expect me to not bend you over the nearest surface.”

Your response remains stuck in your throat, much to Ryan’s delight. His hand presses at your hip, encouraging you to turn to face him.

He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, flutters another to your cheek; a perfect contradiction to the firmness of his confined cock pressing insistently against your abdomen. “Shall we get out of here?”

The journey home seems almost ridiculously long, as is the way when Ryan’s hand finds its way to firmly grasp your leg in the cab, his fingers warm and solid between your thighs, digging into the skin deliciously. It’s only when you stand outside your house, fumbling keys with clumsy fingers that he comments, quite offhandedly, that he would have much preferred to have his head in the position instead.

Ryan’s started taking off your jacket before you even have a chance to close the door behind you, pressing open mouth kisses over your neck and shoulders as he drops the clothing at the door. Your hands cup his jaw, tugging him away from your neck so you can kiss him deeply, grinning into it as he jerks beneath you to remove his shirt, throwing his arms back for it to fall to the ground behind him.

“Bedroom,” you gasp, as Ryan’s hands slide round your back, grabbing at you wherever he can before settling to press into your behind.

“Table,” he counters.

He guides you through the house, mouth unrelenting against yours, swallowing every choked sound that manages to slip out of you.

It’s when you knock into the table that you huff out a laugh.

“I don’t think we properly considered the logistics of fucking on the table,” you inform Ryan, looking down at the coffee table that sits so low on the floor that it’s barely knee height, “I don’t know how you’re expecting me to bend over that.”

“the night’s still young” - end of the world!au + James Willems

A/N: Two fics one day. Let’s do this. Prompt: “i moved to this new city and the only person i know here is you i know we’re just acquaintances but something happened and i need help” AU featuring Ray and Reader? Maybe a little fluff or smut at the end? Warning: sexual references Summary: It’s weird being new in town. Even weirder when you keep running into some guy you barely know. Even more so when someone he knows has your phone number.

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As you compared the two food items in your hands, idly looking over the package with unyielding disinterest. A voice broke you out of your trance-something familiar but strange at the same time. The voice wasn’t low but wasn’t high-somewhat smooth and soothing-but the laugh pulled something from your memory.

Approximately two weeks ago is where your memory places the laugh, at night, at someone else’s home. It floods your memory, a pair of lips and hands yanking soft moans from your throat and soft, slightly stubbly cheeks rubbing against your neck. That familiar laugh and voice telling you that you’re too beautiful to be here with him. You don’t remember what you said in response but it didn’t break the atmosphere.

You look up from the packaged items and you recognize him as the same person. Some name that starts with an R-Riley? Randal? Richard? Fuck-you couldn’t remember and it doesn’t matter as long as he doesn’t see you-or recognize you. You try to keep a low profile and pass by him, but you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him again-choosing the worst moment for a clean get away and accidentally locking eyes with him.

Every masculine sounding name starting with R blurred through your head before settling on Ray-that was his name. Ray awkwardly looked away as soon as it registered that you knew he was looking at you, soliciting a short laugh at the strangeness of the situation. You decided to break the sadness and smiled kindly, resting your arms on the handlebar of your cart.

“Hey-Ray right?” You grin, looking over his face.

“Uh-yeah.” He looks back at you and nods, awkwardly smiling. This has gone further than you anticipated. “[Y/N]?”

“Yeah-I-what’s up?” You ask, not sure of what else to say, confidently meeting his line of sight.

“Not much-how’ve you been?” He answers, pushing the sleeves of his purple hoody up to his elbows. You look down at his hands and arms, noticing a tattoo of a rubber duck inside a star and segmented circle on the back of one hand and the word “LADS” across his knuckles on the other, letter by letter. You quickly look back up in his eyes, your jaw slightly open, at a loss for words at the moment.

“Fine-” you can’t ignore the sight of him writing beneath you as your mouth worked around his hard cock-teasing and playing with him. You can’t think of this right now. So desperately you tried to push it out of your mind, wanting for focus on his tattoos but only seeing the very same hands caressing you just over how weeks ago. You looked at his glasses, focusing on them. “I’m still getting lost and don’t know where I am half the time.” You muse, earning a small chuckle from him.

“Maybe I could show you around?” He offers cooly, putting the hand with the knuckle tattoo into his jean pocket.

“I’d like that. Still have my number?” You ask with a flirtatious grin. He nods and returns the grin with a wink, heading towards another side of the aisle, keeping eye contact with you as he ran into displays or racks for smaller items. You laughed to yourself and couldn’t look away from him, wondering how this was the same man who talked his way into getting you in his bed.

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Over the course of the next couple week, you ran into Ray more times than you thought possible for a city the size of Los Santos. The conversations you held barely dipping past something superficial or just steering away from the conversation about the circumstances of your first encounter. Every now and then your could see it play over and over in your head and could only pray that he couldn’t tell what you were thinking.

One afternoon on your way back home from a long, tiring day at work you couldn’t help but notice a sleek black car following you for a few blocks. You tried to lose them and eventually there was some space between the two of you. You received a text message when you were stopped at a red light, just saying for you to pull over. You did for a moment, about to pull out of the parking lot you were sitting in when your phone rang. An unfamiliar number was calling you-well it was the same number that had texted you.

“So-we saw you getting up close and personal with Ray, [Y/N],” A gruff voice jeered, sending shock through your system.

“Wait-what-who is this and how do you know my name?” You tried to lower your voice to hide any fear.

“That’s on need to know basis, and hon, you don’t need to know.” The voice growled, “Now, care to tell us about Ray’s criminal friends?”

To say you were shocked was an understatement, you were beyond confused, and scared and anxiety turned your blood to ice.

“What-”

“We know you two have been getting buddy-buddy. We have eyes. We need ears, that’s where we need you.”

“I-Uhm-I’ll think about it.” You quickly hung up, watching the sleek black car pass by you and as soon as it was a blip in the distant horizon, you called Ray.

Before he had a chance to say anything your shaky voice cut in. Tears pricked at your eyes from the possibilities your mind presented you.

I could only think of one thing for this I’m so sorry.

You wake up, execute your morning routine and get ready to leave, when you can’t seem to find your car keys. You sigh and search high and low, with no luck. You knock on your roommate Joel’s door. No answer. You knock again, louder and still no answer.

Pairing: Blaine Gibson/Chris Demarais

Warnings: Smut, Angst

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Thanks to my friend who suggested this. In her words 'Blaine top, Chris bottom. U finish it.'