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Smooth Operator

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Parts 8
Time 3h 26m

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Brielle Flores was exhausted. Exhausted wasn't even the word anymore.  What would be the word for being so overworked, lonely, and horny, all at the same time? Excruciating? Sure, that works.  

Her job was grueling, but she loved it. She worked hard for it. After years of schooling and months applying to positions she dreamed of, she was offered the opportunity of a lifetime as a lead forensic anthropologist. All of the blood, sweat, and tears to get her masters - so she could work in the field of her dreams - paid off.  She packed her entire life up in a week's time and moved across the world to make a home for herself in London.    

It had been eight months and while she's had the time of her life working at a job she put her entire soul into, she couldn't help but admit that it was lonely sometimes. 

So what happens when her friends have a suggestion for her to possibly meet someone without having to leave her bed? Is it a terrible idea, or is the inevitable Brit with the deep, soothing voice exactly who she needs?All Rights Reserved

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The Situation by everyone_loves_Harry

A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

Ephemeral //H.S by mia_adamson

"Why can't you sleep?" I ask a simple question. Silence, it only lasts a minute or two but feels like ages. "Because everytime I close my eyes I see you leaving my bed in the middle of the night, I hear you breathing through the telephone, your silence when I tell you that I love you. I see you falling down that fucking cliff." He says and my heart clenches inside my chest, I close my eyes and keep my head down, swallowing harshly. ... Damaged and terrified to hurt again, it's only when happiness finds a way into her life that everything falls appart again. She never meant to love him this much, or to hurt him even more when she's forced to leave everything behind her, including him. But too many things were in the way of the life she wanted with him. And when you're persuaded of doing the right thing for the people you love, you find yourself turning into your own enemy. She almost lost everything, and so did he. They were meant to be from the very beginning, but nothing good truly lasts forever, does it? This is Ephemeral. - - Started in April 2020 Finished in January 2022 No translations

What am I by RK_Anne

**Warning: Story contains a bit of smut & its fair share of bad language** ˜She sat there looking at her hands, a frown tugging at her brows as she thought about what to say next. There are things in this world I wish didn't exist ¦myself included. I was just about to ask her what she meant by that when a loud crackling sounded from under her shirt. Her shoulders pulled back and rounded as if trying to break away from the rest of her body. "Harry, move back!" Her pain filled scream echoed throughout the small room. I did as I was told just in time to see her skin begin to redden and shake. I looked into her eyes...they...they were glowing. How can you tell the truth from a lie? How do you know who you can trust? What would you do to keep yourself safe? What would you give up to keep those you love safe? Safe from the creature after you but also...safe from you. ©2013 R.K. Anne. All Rights Reserved

Merry!Ex-mas by keen-li

18+ MDNI 22.k words synopsis: you get a notification about plane tickets you purchased about a trip you were excited for, only reason you're not excited at the remainder, is because you had planned the trip with your now ex. At the time you never thought you'd be spending December broken up. So, it felt like a great idea. not so much now. ex!jk x ex!femreader (fem anatomy.) exes to lovers use of 'yn' warnings: angst, fluff, smut: long-distance relationship, exes, second chance, miscommunication, b*tches is awkward, tension, one bed, forced proximity, Jungkook isn't crazy rich but he's got good money, i think he's an accountant, jk has that short ceo hair cut. reader has communication problem, jungkook's freaking green sweater needs it's own fanfic!, think are!you!sure jungkook. protective!jk, there's a creep who approaches reader as jungkook is off skiing, and whilst she's in the sauna(nothing bad happens.), sweet!wants!to!try!jk, jk has issues of not communicating too. they just can't seem to talk. avoiding stuff. teasing. touchy!jk, secret glances. jealousy, reader is very jealous,they're lying to themsleves, jungkook loves to take pictures especially of reader. hot tub jungkook who's looking up at you like you're a goddes. very needy kissing, boob sucking, dirty talking, oral(f!receiving.), handjob, cowgirl, protected!penetration, aftercare. hand kissing. [i don't know what else i need to add, let me know] as per usual, it was edited but if there are any errors, forgive me. A/N: i'm still learning how to write smut. so if you think the smut is cringe please don't tell me :) i don't wanna know. unless you want to help me improve it, and you do it kindly, i'd appreciate. likes, reblog, and all positive asks and comments are always appreciated. i hope you're happy with this one.

First by Raimee5

"Just after 10 in the morning darling. I was going to cook you breakfast, but your actions last night made me decide that you were too strong, so I think that a day or two without food would solve that problem." Jay, are you looking for me? I remember that my phone is dead, and that he won't be able to track me. "Don't worry flower, you'll still get to eat." he looked at me, lust in his eyes and an insane smile on his face. I tried to shut my legs, to hide myself, to protect myself. The restraints prevented me from closing my legs more than a couple of centimeters. ---------------------- Hello! This short smut fanfic is about Jay Park, It involves some inappropriate language and Mature content. This story is a bit intense, so if you are not okay with that, I do not suggest you read it. Also, I love Jay Park and I respect him and his work ethic so much. I know that he's a good man, so this story is in no way to harm him or his reputation. Thank you and enjoy!

Catching Her | A Harry Styles Fanfiction by Emii1904

Sometimes, when I'm off tour, I get this itch. Not literal. Metaphorical. Tour ends, the lights shut off, and suddenly I'm just... still. No crew, no call times, no adrenaline. My body rests, but my brain? My brain starts looking for motion. Sometimes, that motion looks like gym sessions, long walks, locking myself in a studio with nothing but an acoustic and my ego. And sometimes? It looks like sex. Not tabloid shit. No god-complex orgies. Just something familiar. Women I trust. People who text back with a wink and nothing more. Like Sasha. Like Lou. Not like Lena. I thought it'd be casual. Banter, late-night texts, sex with no strings. But Lena doesn't do casual. And I'm starting to think I don't either - not with her.

How It Starts [H.S. I A.U.] by LaineyKat

It's the summer of '94. A large, warm palm moved against your dress before a deep voice barely spoke in your ear. " 'Scuse me." That was all it took. One touch. Two words. One and half if you were technical about it, which you were. You turn your head quickly towards the owner of the voice, and at the same time you feel the same palm graze across your back and land on your hip, moving you gently in whatever direction he needed you to go. You were caught off guard at how close his face was to yours, an inch, possibly two, but closer than he needed to be to get past you. You pull your face back slightly but your eyes remain glued to his as you realize two things at once: one, he has an accent, and two, his left eye was swollen almost shut, but even still he had the most beautiful face you had ever seen.

As You Like It (Charlie Barber x Reader) by dceline96

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Pretending {H.S} by LouiseDocherty

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The Situation

A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.