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kilojulietsierra · 2 months

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When You Touch Me Like That (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!massage therapist reader)

Self indulgent maybe, but who wouldn't want to get there hands on this man!?

Your boyfriend visits you at work and suddenly can't get his mind of one specific thing.

Warnings: 18+ only content, established relationship, jealousy, inappropriate massage therapist behavior, consensual kink, sexy massage, happy ending, unprotected pinv, dirty talk, very hands on...

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He had brought you lunch that day. That's how this all had started. He'd hung out in the front office, the girl working the front desk said you were finishing up with an appointment and that you'd be right out. So he'd hung out in the office and waited.

Not long after he heard a door close softly and another door close a moment later. He could hear water running for a long while and then a few minutes later you appeared.

"Jake!" Your face lit up when you saw him and it did his ego good. "What are you doing here?"

Jake was in civilian clothes; boots, jeans and a size too small t-shirt with Wayfairers hooked in the collar, "Out early today, knew who had a busy day so…" He held up a to go bag from your favorite Deli

"God bless you." You walked straight up to him for a kiss and to retrieve your lunch.

"BLT with avocado and an egg, extra runny." He smiled as you took the bag from him to inspect, "Don't worry chips and salsa too."

By this point one of the other therapists had finished an appointment and was talking to the young lady she had been working on. The two of them and the front desk receptionist all seemed to be staring on in envy and Jake couldn't help but play it up a bit. Then he saw the man come down the hallway and walk up to you. He was an older man, definitly older than you, and Jake would guess older than himself as well.

"Thank's hon, amazing as always."

Jake watched him as he walked out the door, hackles raised.

"I'm sorry we're so busy, otherwise I'd say we could eat together." Your voice snapped him out of his murderous thoughts.

"I know darlin," He bent down to drop a kiss on your forehead, "Me and some of the guys are gonna meet up at O'hargens in a bit, I'll get some wings there."

"Day drinking on a weekday? Careful Lieuteant." You had given him a cheeky smile and one last kiss, "Thank you, I love you, have fun."

"Love you too, still want me to come over tonight?"

"Of course," You rolled your eyes a little but still smiled, "Don't get tou turnt up."

Jake smiled and slid his glasses on, "Please, Ferg is the one you gotta watch out for. I'm a boy scout."

Out in the parking lot Jake was still smiling. Until he saw the guy again.

Your appointment. He was sitting in his camaro with the top down and sweat already seeping through his shirt in the Pensacola sun.

Jake eyed the man as he walked to his truck and waited for him to pull out of the parking lot first. Jealousy wasn't something Jake dealt with often, only when it came to you. Mostly when someone was looking a little more than he cared for. Occasionally when Jake remembered that your job included touching people, specifically asshats like that guy.

The whole way to the bar Jake had been grinding his teeth, thinking about that guy and that he called you hon, apparently was a regular, and Jake was certain he wasn't getting regular massages for chronic back pain. Then somehow after a few beers with the boys from the squadron a wire had gotten crossed in his brain.

Which is how he ended up looking away from the game on tv and over to you where you were reading at the other end of the couch. "Darlin, would you give me a massage tonight?"

"Sure babe," You paused for a minute to finish a sentence in your book before looking up, "You sore or something?"

Your hands were amazing and you gave the best massages, Jake was lucky and he knew that. He had free access to you for every ache and pain a hard day of training or flying might cause.

Tonight though, that wasn't why he was asking. "No, not like that. Just... " Now that he'd started this he realized there was no good way to ask for what he wanted. "I mean, like, like a sexy massage."

You chuckled, you looked confused, but you gave him a smile. "Jake, what are you talking about?" As soon as the words left your mouth realization dawned on you, "Ohhh..." You looked him over carefully, "You mean like rub your back before we have sex?"

Jake dropped his head back against the couch, "Know what, don't worry about it, it was just a dumb idea anyway."

"What? No, babe" You scooted over to his side of the couch, "I think I'm just not understanding what you mean."

"Promise not to make fun of me?"

"I mean... no more than normal." You laughed but Jake accepted that answer with a sideways glance.

"So, I got a little jealous after leaving your work today, and then the more I thought about it..."

"Jake, you know when it comes to clients..."

"I know babe, that doesn't meen I don't...can't get Jealous." You both shared a knowing look, Jake was territorial to say the least. "Anyway I had a few drinks with the guys and I started thinking about something else..." When you didn't respond Jake took a deep breath and continued, "I mean like a happy ending kind of massage."

Now it was obvious you understood what he meant this time. You sat there, legs crossed on the couch next to him, and contemplated a few things. "Does that turn you on? Thinking about that."

"Apparently." Jake felt a little embarrassed and couldn't meet your eye.

"Since when?"

"I don't know, about 12:45 this afternoon."

That made her laugh a little, "Do you mean like role play? Or..."

Jake looked at her finally, "No, not like that. I just..." He looked at her hands and lost his train of thought.

"Jake," You brought his attention back and moved closer to him on the couch, now sitting on your knees with your elbow braced against the back of the seat. "You know how sometimes in bed... my brain kind of short circuts and I need something but can't get it out." When he continued to stare at the celining but nodded, you continued, "You make me slow down and take a minute, until I can tell you what I want." His eyes dart to yours and he nods again. "This is a time where you need to slow down and tell me what you want."

He sighed deeply and stared back at the football game, "It sounds stupid now that I'm trying to say it out loud."

You smiled, "I said the exact same thing the night I came back from my birthday party." You smirked when that brought his attention back, you could see him biting the inside of his cheek, "Remember how drunk and silly I sounded trying to explain to you what I wanted? Y'know the thing with the scarves and your..."

"Oh I remember." Jakes smirk doubled, relishing the tinge of pink in your cheeks.

"Well, that ended up not being stupid at all did it?" You asked as you moved to straddle his lap.

His hands grabbing your hips on reflex alone he grinned, "Definitly not stupid."

Your weight settled on his thighs you grinned back, "Now it's your turn, so spill."

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Jake leaned against the door to your bedroom as he watched you change for bed. Nervous as he may be he still smirked to himself knowing full well if everything went well, you wouldn't need clothes to sleep in. "You're sure this isn't…" He momentarily trailed off as you shimmied out of your cut offs and did not replace them. "This isn't, like demeaning or objectifying or like, crossing some sort of boundary?"

You laughed and gave him a big bright smile as you crossed your bedroom to where he stood. "You know how I really," You ran your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, "Really like when you come home in your uniform and let me… help you get undressed?"

He grinned and set his hands on your hips, "I do."

"Well, I think it's kinda like that." You scratched your nails over the back of his neck and smiled up at him.

Jake leaned down to kiss you, "You're amazing, y'know that right?"

"Mhmm," You grinned into the kiss and then pulled back the slightest bit, "Now, take your clothes off and get on the bed."

With a hint of a groan he pulled away, already turned on, "Yes ma'am."

When you came back from the bathroom with Jake's favorite lotion, which he denied to the bitter end, you found him face down in the middle of your bed, naked and tense. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you approached, "You look a little tense there lieutenant."

"Don't tease me darlin'." Jake grumbled into the pillow, arms folded beneath him.

As you climbed onto the bed and straddled his lower back, just as you normally did when you gave him a backrub, the thought occured to you that this was, actually, very different. Lotion in your hands you admired the expanse of muscle before you. "Thought that's what you wanted." You ignored his warning as you made the first firm stroke over his back, a palm on either side of his spine.

The muscles under your hands shivered and flexed and Hangman let out a groan, "Your hands are amazing."

Your cheeks flushed, you bit your lip as you worked over his lower back, up along his spine to his shoulders. You scooted back enough that you could dig your thumbs into the divots at the base of his spine.

Jake was always vocal in bed, but the way he groaned and ground his hips into the mattress emboldened you. You licked your lips and leaned down close, your chest pressed to his back as you whispered in his ear. "Feel good?"

"So fucking good." He groaned, face buried directly into the pillow, hips grinding more as you kissed and mouthed at his neck while your hands stroked over his bulging biceps.

How had you never done this before?

Bracing you hands against his shoulders you pushed yourself back up to a sitting position and began to work your way down his back. When you paused for more lotion you couldn't help but enjoy the way he fidgeted beneath you. LIke he was chasing after your hands, after your touch. You scooted back over his thighs and bit your lip, fighting back a grin as you swept your hands up his sides, strong fingers curling into his ribs and raking their way down over his waist and hips.

You continued down until you were at the backs of his thighs and then reversed direction and stroked over each of his glutes. His hips bucked into the mattress even as his muscles clenched under your touch, "Not that kind of massage darlin'."

You giggled as you drug your nails down over the small of his back and then over each ass cheek, "Maybe some other time."

Again, his hips rolled beneath you, but this time he chuckled. His voice muffled by the pillow he responded, "We'll see."

You continued to knead your way up his back so you could kiss and nip along his neck and shoulders, sucked his earlobe between your lips as moved one hand to stroke up and down the back of his neck before carding your fingers into his hair and massaging his scalp. While he continued to moan in to the pillow and writhe beneath you you smiled and whispered, "Roll over for me baby."

He moved so fast he nearly tipped you over.

You giggled as he steadied you by the hips only for you to swat his hands away, "No, touching."

Jake rolled his eyes, but let his hands settle plam down on the comforter. You purposefully moved to settle yourself over his lower abs, barely brushing his erection as you moved. He let out a long breath like it would help him keep his composure as your hands sarted back into his shoulders only from the front this time. Your thumbs tracing along his collar bone several times before you lifted one arm.

You moved it so his hand would rest on your shoulder as you massaged the muscles of his foream, his biceps and triceps and then back in long languid movements. You couldn't help but hum approvingly as the hand at you shoulder lazily moved to grip the back of you neck. Jakes thumb stroking over your pulse point in time with your massage.

You repeated the same with his other arm, your resolve to drag this out chipped slightly as he again took a gentle hold of your neck and caressed your skyrocketing pulse with the pad of a rough thumb.

"What happened to no touchin'?" Jake teased, his cocky tone a stark contrast to the half lidded eyes he gazed up at you with. Biting your lip you leaned forward, down, into the pressure of his thumb. His grip on your throat shiffting automatically as he held you.

After a brush of your lips over his, and the slight increase in pressure around your throat, you whispered, "Did I say that?"

He chuckled, squeezed your throat a little tighter as he kissed you, "You sure did."

"Oops." You winked at him as you easily broke his grip on your throat to pin his hand above his head.

Jake took the hint and brought his other up to join it, folding his hands behind his head and cursing under his breath when your hands began to work over his pecs. His hips jerked each time your thumbs would swipe over one of his erect nipples. "Fuck baby." His eyes were closed and the muscles under your hands flexed and tightened.

You couldn't help but lean down and lick over one and then suck, like he so often did to you. "Jesus, fuck..." A hand dug into your hair and clamped your mouth in place for a moment, urging you to continue licking and sucking at his nipple, biting it not so gently with your teeth before soothing the sting away with your tongue.

Then he was dragging you back up his body for a kiss. "No touching, remember?" You mumbled into his mouth.

He nearly growled at you in return, "I should have specified sweetheart, happy ending for me means I cum in your perfect, tight little pussy. Not all over my stomach." He kissed you again, his tongue sweeping through your mouth, his grip on your hair keeping your face smashed against his.

A giggle escaped, "This turning you on that much baby?" You pushed aside to kiss and lick your way down his neck, "I'm not even halfway done yet."

Jake spit out another, "Jesus Christ." As you licked over his opposite nipple and then began to trace the lines of his abs with your thumbs. You pushed back, over his cock, the feel of it hot and hard and oh so ready for you tempting, but you slid further, ignoring the way the his entire body rolled as you did so. His hand in your hair tightened quickly and then relaxed, like he caught himself.

You traded your thumbs for your tongue as you began to lick at the planes of his six pack, earning more cursing and another roll of his hips that had his cock pressing against your stomach. In response you moved to straddle one of his thighs and ground down against it, long and slow. Your wetness spreading over it as you finally, truly crossed over that line to make this way more than just a massage.

"Fuck, you're so damn wet darlin', I can feel it." His thigh flexed beneath you and his abs fluttered under your lips. He was not wrong, you were soaked, drenched, leaving a smear of arousal over his thigh. The coarse hair and thick muscle of it doing terrible things to your own self control.

"This the kind of massage you wanted Lieutenant?" Your own voice was breathy as you had made it to nip and kiss at his hip bone, your hips 'massaging' his thigh faster and harder.

"Yes, yeah baby, your hands," Which were currently occupied dragging your nails lighlty down his chest over and over, "Your mouth, fuck baby your pussy feels so good rubbin' on me like that." He thrust up against you again, chasing some sort of friction, some form of relief. His hands moved to the shoulders of your t-shirt. His t-shirt. "Take this shit off."

He drug the fabric off your body with no assistance from you and groaned when you shifted enough to let his cock brush against the soft, bare skin of your breast. WIth a long, wide lick you traced one side of the sharp cut v at his lower abdomen and he thrust against you again. When you moved, scrambled to settle on his other thigh and begin to give it the same treatment, you moved and licked another path up the opposite side of the v and Jake lifted his thigih slightly to add pressure.

"Need you to touch me darlin'." It almost sounded like there was a please at the end of that sentence that he couldn't quite bring himself to say outloud.

You smiled against his hp, "I am touching you babe." You registered the bolt of pleasure that shot through you before you really realized that it came from the harsh slap Hangman had laid across your ass.

You moaned and bucked forward, his thigh chasing you and causing you to hump aginst it even harder. "Smartass." He grumbled even as both hands settled on your ass to squeeze and caress the sting away. "Touch me."

The moan escaped without your permission and you realized you were going to cum. You were well and truly humping his thigh, riding it with your thighs spread wide and your clit rubbing over the muscle. "Oh shit, Jake, fuck..."

He realized too, one hand moving to grab yours and guiding you to his balls, "Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me, be a good girl and cum for me," His larger hand encouraged you to squeeze his balls, massage them the way he liked.

"You're supposed to...' A tremor cut your words off as the knot spun and spun low in your gut.

Jake chuckled, strangled as it was, "It's okay, you first then you can finish my massage, go ahead darlin', go ahead, that's right." He continued to encourage you as you chased your orgasm, riding his leg harder and faster, your grip on his balls tightening as the pleasure crashed into you.

Jakes free hand stroked over your back as you came down, soft and soothing even as his cock twitched with need in front of you.

"Jake..."

He smirked, "C'mere baby girl." He used the hand at your back to pull you up into a kiss while his other hand continued to hold yours around his balls. His fingers working with yours to roll and tug at them. Jake kissed you like he ate you out, his mouth wide and shoving his tongue deep, licking his way into every opening until you were even more of a moaning mess. "Need a minute?" He asked, voice a whisper when he finally pulled back.

You gave him a hallf giddy, hafl shy smile, "Why is this so hot?"

His smile grew, "I don't know, but I love that it got you off to baby." He kissed you again.

"Now it's your turn." You returned the kiss, "In this new fantasy of yours, how do I finish your little massage?" J

ake groaned, "Can I take back what I said earlier? About the roll play thing?" His smile was wide and happy but his green eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.

"Next time." You picked his lips.

He nodded, "Okay." He dropped his head back into the pillows and rolled his hips experimentlaly, smirking again when you shivered, "Want that wrecked little pussy to massage my cock baby. Grind on it like you did my leg, rub it real nice and firm. Want you to get off on it."

You bit your lip and hummed, slipped your hand away from his and his balls to drag a light finger up the length of him. "Thought you wanted to come inside me?"

"Oh, I'm gonna." He chuckled, deep and low in his chest, "You let me worry about that."

All you could do was whine in anticipation as you settled in place, your thighs wide over his hips as you lined up the hadrness of his cock between your lower lips and began to move. You were so sensitive and so wet that every inch of him was nearly too much. Forget that he wasn't even inside you.

All you were doing was rocking your hps, guiding your still trembling pussy from the base to the tip, pressing his cock between the two of you and biting your lip as the familiar sensation sitrred to life within you. You moved your hands to his torso, doing your best to move them like you had before. Slow, firm steady strokes meant to losen the muscle and drive him crazy at the same time.

Then Hangman began to match the motion of your hips with his own. An image flashed through your mind as his hips bucked up into yours, his abs contraciting under your touch with each snap of his hips. The idea of Jake on your table at work, the dim lights, the music, the incense and his skin warm and slick with oil. Your eyes fell closed. He would look so strained, like he was fighting to keep his composure, his control. He would have to keep quiet, you both would or someone would hear you.

It would be so unprofessional, but so hot. As a shiver skittered up your spine you leaned down, your hands sliding over his abs, brushing his nipples on the way up his hard chest. You placed your lips against his ear and tossed your earlier statement out the window. "I'm so embarrassed Lieutenant Seresin." You let out a shaky breath that was only slightly played up, "I don't..." You rocked your hips down hard, "I don't do this with clients, I don't know what came over me, you just... you just look so good, feel so good..."

"Holy fuck." Jakes hands dug into your hips and drug you down over his cock, hard. He swallowed audibly, "Oh sweetheart..." He stretched beneath you, fighting off a wave of pleasure, "Don't be embarrassed." He turned his head so he could mouth at your neck, "Can't help myself when you touch me, you make me so hard, so horny. You're such a good girl I know you don't do this for anyone but me do you?"

"Just you." Your hips stuttered and you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Nobdoy else, just you."

Jake growled, "You only get naked for me don't you?" He was thrusting up into in earnest now, sliding you back and forth over his cock, the head catching against your clit every so often causing you to whine. "You only touch me like this. You only get this needy for me."

"Fuck, yes just for you. I can't help it." "Neither can I sweeheart, can I have that pussy sweetheart? Your mouth feels so good, your hands feel so good, want to feel what that pussy can do."

You fought to keep up the act, "I shouldn't..."

His grip on you tightened, "Just for me darlin', it can be our little secret."

For whatever reason that gets you, so you push yourself up as much as you can and take him in your hand. Trying not to feel silly you stroke the length of him, "It's so big, and hard, it does look like it hurts."

You catch him grin and you know that even though he's nearly out of his mind with how bad he wants to fuck you, the line is cheesy and such a cheap porno thing to say but he loves it. "It hurts so bad baby, make it feel better for me, please sweetheart"

As soon as you nod he as you impaled on his cock and begins fucking up into you. The act was gone completely as he drags you down into an obscene kiss, "You're so fucking good to me baby." His hips are snapping into yours so hard and so fast, that he has to lock his arms around you to keep you in place, "You playing it up for me?"

You nod into his neck, words a mix of strgangled moans and syllables, "It, oh fuck Jake, I kind of like it."

"Damn baby," He grunts as he gives in and rolls you to your back, slamming into you, "Just for me? Just for me, right?"

Your eyes roll back in your head with the way his body and his words are overwhelming you, "Only you Jake, only you, only you..." Your mind shorts out, unable to say anything else as your nails dig into the muscles of his back, warm and smooth where you had stroked over them early, only now to claw deep red welts into him as you cum again with a straingled moan.

Jake has his face inches from yours, watching as you bounce and writhe beneath him and as your pussy clenches down on his cock and he feels the first wave of your orgasm hit he burries himelf deep and cries out your name. Over and over again between grunts and groans as he empties himself into you.

You can see the marks on his back from your spot in bed, your heart just now starting to slow, no longer pounding in your ears. You watch him at the sink where he rinises himself off quickly with the tap water as it warms. Not for the first time you wonder just how the fuck he is so good looking. Then when he catches you looking, his eyes dancing and his grin cocky but his overall expression goofy and satisfied you wonder how the fuck he is so in love with you. Jake gives you a wink as he tests the water and then dunks a rag under it.

When he comes back into the room to clean you up, it's a struggle to keep your eyes open as he works the rag over you. He takes longer than he needs, wiping down places where he never spilled a drop, just for the excuse to return a little bit of the favor. The hot towel and pressure of his hand soothing as it stroked over your hips and thighs before he dipped it between your legs.

With your eyes closed the kiss he drops against the dip of your hip makes you jump and he huffs out a warm laugh that slides over your skin.

"What?" You ask, voice barely a whisper.

"Just thinkin' how God damn lucky I am." He places another kiss an inch over. Not sexual in anyway, only adoring.

You chuckle, "I had just been thinking the same thing." You comb a hand through his already disheveled, golden hair and smile. "You're so lucky."

He laughs and nips at your hip bone before soothing it with a kiss. Then he's off the bed and back to the bathroom. Then the room is dark and the bed dips as he crawls in beside you. "Were you really…" His voice is just shy of steady, "Were you really thinkin' about it?"

You schoot back, smiling as he wraps his arms tighter, "Yeah…" You breath deep, "Just kind of, came over me."

Jake nodded behind you and placed a kiss to the side of your neck, "I wouldn't ever ask you to do this outside of the bedroom. You know that right?"

THe smile on your face widens, "I know Jake. I wouldn't mind doing it for your again, just so you know."

He hums, obviously pleased. "Next time you could call me Commander Seresin."

"Not until your promotion is official flyboy." You tease him, shifting your ass back against him as well.

He laughs again, deep and sincere and smooths a hand down your side to keep your hips close. "You didn't mind calling me Admiral when I put on my dress whites and tied you to the bed." He teased, nipping at the shell of your ear, "Sounded so pretty, all drunk and horny, calling me Sir and asking me to put a baby in you…"

You elbowed him hard in the ribs, "Well, the next time I call you Admiral OR ask you to… do that, there better be a Mrs. Seresin to go with it."

Jake turned you to face him and kissed you, slow and deep. "Don't tease me darlin'."

"I would never." You kiss him back, grinning into it until you pull back, "Never about that."

He kisses you again, "Admiral and Mrs. Seresin… is it bad i'm gettin' hard just thinkin' about it."

You shove him onto his back with a laugh, "You realize we'll be like.. what? In our fifties, at least."

His smile was wide and his dimples showed even in the dark of your bedroom. "If we hurry and get those babies on the way, they'd be out of the house by then…"

"We are not havin' babies until you are on permanent shore duty Hangman, you hear me."

"So, what you're sayin' is; I've got a few more years to get all the kinky shit out of my system?" He licked his lips and gave you a look.

"And to sort out that jealous boyfirend thing." You chided him.

"Darlin'," He pulled you down into a kiss, "You let me give you my last name, I won't have nothin' to be jealous of."

You kissed him again, nipped at his bottom lip as you pulled back and settled your head onto his chest. His arms coming around you again made you sigh in contentment.

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captainlondonman · 1 year

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SKIN NEIGHBOUR

Dave was sad to see his neighbour, old Mrs.Dawson leaving for the Rest Home. She had been a good neighbour but been fairly bedridden for a while and Dave had been good at going in to help cook and clean. That was why he had a set of keys for the apartment and it was only after she had left that he realised he had not handed over the keys. Still when the new people arrived he could drop them off.

That Saturday as he was quietly listening to some music he heard raised voices outside and looked through his spyhole. Standing outside were three skinheads in full gear opening up Mrs. Dawson’s front door laden with boxes

Fucking great place you got here mate. It’ll be a fucking great party place. Before we do anything to unpack you let’s open a few bottles to celebrate. You’ll sure waken up the neighbours here. Bet they are all a bunch of tossers. We’ll show them what fucking skins are eh?

It was clear which was the new occupant and the other two were smaller but chunky in build, with thick necks both covered in tattoos. Their legs looked as if they had been poured into their bleachers and both had them held high with braces showing off meaty bulges.

With that the three went inside and banged the door shut. In minutes Dave could hear the music being switched on and the guys shouting at each other always with expletives

‘Christ this is going to be awful. I’ll have to complain to the authorities if this gets out of control. And for now I certainly am not knocking on that door to give the keys back. They’d probably let loose at me and I’m not risking that.’

The music continued as did the shouting until mid evening when Dave heard two policeman at the opposite door. Shortly after they left the music was switched off and two of the skinheads came out to leave. One of the two crossed the hall and shouted through Dave’s letterbox

“It fucking well better not be you or else we’ll get you’

‘Thank God they have left and not all three are living there.’

Next morning as Dave was getting ready for work he heard the door opposite open and he looked through his spyhole.

The skin was the same height, perhaps a bit broader, still in full gear with oxblood boots, yellow laces, tight fitting bleachers that stuck to a good sized arse, a Fred Perry black T shirt and a black bomber jacket. As he looked at the back view Dave could see the word Skinhead heavily tattooed on the back of his neck. The guy turned round as if he almost knew he was being watched and gave a finger up sign at Dave’s door.

The guy looked a pure thug with his shaved head and slightly bulbous nose as if he had had it broken in a fight plus a good solid neck. On the one hand Dave was terrified but on the other seeing such a real thuggish man was also turning him on to the point that he could feel his cock inching down his trouser leg. As he rubbed his semi hard dick he thought perhaps I should just put the keys through the letterbox but then the guy would know who Dave was. On the other hand as he had the keys perhaps he could go and have a quick look as it was clear the guy had gone off to work. The temptation was too much. He wanted to see what had once been a really nice tidy apartment.

Opening the front door he could smell stale cigarette smoke as well as left over beer. In the kitchen apart from pizza boxes empty cans were scattered across the work top. In the living room an ashtray was full of ciggie butts. What took Dave’s breath away was the huge Nazi flag that had been pinned up and took over one wall. When he then checked out the bedroom a large black rubber sheet covered the bed. However this room was much tidier with a selection of boots and heights and differing laces on the floor. On a rail several pairs of bleachers hung, various colours of Fred Perry shirts and a few bomber backets in black, green and brown. The guy was obviously proud of his clothes. Lying on the floor scrunched up was a jockstrap, clearly used.

As Dave looked at the jockstrap he started to imagine what the guy must look like wearing it and when he gingerly picked it up he could see the well formed bulge that the guy’ cock had stuffed into it. He wanted to sniff it but it was too dangerous to do there so quickly he left the apartment with the jock strap. Sitting on his own sofa he studied it and could see heavy piss marks but sections were crusty where the guy had obviously had the remnants of cum from sex sessions. Dave ran his one hand over the pouch feeling the crust, his other hand starting to massage his own dick. He needed to sniff and take in the full odour of the piss and cum. At first he just lightly smelt but the strong stench of a good week old jockstrap was too over powerful and he needed to get his nose right into the pouch. He wanted to feel the guy’s cum all over his face as he rubbed it over his cheeks and stuffing it up his nose savouring every part of the stench. He could imagine the guy pissing and not getting rid of the final dribbles so the piss could soak into the jockstrap. Also if the guy had had sex, why wash when his jockstrap could take the last parts to ooze out. Thinking of the guy, Dave was so bloody horny and unzipped his trouser to take out his now fully erect 7inch dick. It was a good thick piece of meat and the little sex Dave had had, his quickie partners had always remarked on the girth and heavy knob head. Now stroking his dick he needed to taste the cum and piss mix and slowly let the jockstrap slip into his mouth.

‘Shit what a taste, this is so bloody amazing. I can just see the guy now.’

By now his hand was fully rubbing the entire length of his cock and he pushed the jockstrap fully into his mouth down the back of his throat letting his saliva take the full taste. He was almost gagging but the groaning started to increase as he felt his cock so rigid that the precum was oozing out the tip. Dave leant back on his sofa arching his back, his head raised with the jockstrap firmly down his throat, his hand now pummelling his dick. With one final jerk his cock erupted load after load of white cum over the floor and sofa.

As Dave pulled out the soaking wet jockstrap he thought

‘This is one of the best orgasms I’ve had in ages. I’ve never thought much about Skins in the past but thinking of the neighbour messing this up and looking so aggressive and butch is too much. I’m so glad he lives next door and that I still have the keys. I’ll let it dry out and carefully put in back tomorrow when he is out.’

Sure enough next day when he heard the Skin leave he waited a short time and then let himself in to return the now dry jockstrap and place at the side of the bed., just tucked under the rubber sheet so he might think he had kicked it out the way. Standing there looking at all the gear made him horny and made him wonder what he might look dressed in in it all after all the two were about the same size

‘I would so like to see me in all that, and feel what its like to be powerful, a yobbo a skin. I’d never dare go to a skin pub or pick a guy up like that but part of me would love to look like one. This is too good an opportunity to let pass. I know I just have to do this.’

Dave pulled out a pair of bleachers, a white Fred Perry, yellow braces and black Ranger boots with yellow laces and finally a green bomber. Standing there naked his cock was fully erect as he tried to stuff it into the bleachers. It made a huge outline down the leg and he moved his big balls behind his cock pushing his dick even further out to accentuate the hard line. It took him some time to lace up the boots but by looking at posters of skins around the room he could see how it was done. He loved the weight of the soles and how they encased his legs making him almost feel like a hardened yob. Next the Fred Perry and braces and finally the Mac bomber which had a set on wings embroidered on the back. This was better than he could have imagined. He felt transformed. He opened a couple of drawers and on the top of one was a lycra black hood with eye and mouth cut outs.

‘Bet he wears this on the prowl when he’s looking to beat up guys. It will make him feel more aggressive and dominant.’

As he slipped it on over his head he felt himself more a man, more ready to fight. In the corner of the room was a baseball bat. ‘Christ the guy really did like trouble. I wouldn’t stand a chance meeting him.’

Clutching the bat he stood in front of the full length mirror.

Dave could not recognise himself. Gone was the wimpy college boy and instead was a skin in full gear holding a bat with a stiff cock bursting out of bleachers. He felt himself empowered staring at the mirror. He looked like a skin and now he felt like one staring at this rough vision of someone he’d love to be

‘I’m a fucking skin, don’t fucking mess with me, I’ll fucking lay you, fucking bat you to bits. Us skins dominate I’ll fuck you to bits till your arse aches.Us skins only fuck skins.’

Putting on his working class accent Dave shouted at the mirror with one hand waving the bat and the other rubbing his cock through his bleachers. He had never felt like this and already a small patch of precum was showing through the bleachers. He had never felt so horny as he unzipped his fly and plunging his hand deep inside he pulled out his thick cock the head now glistening with cum.

‘I’m gonna fucking shoot this skin cum straight at you, you bastard, get ready Im a fucking skin. No one messes with me. Skin. Skin, skin. Oi Oi Oi’

His hand was now sliding up and down his shaft as he stared at his alter ego. ‘Fucking cum now. See how much cum a skin has’

And with that he shot a heavy load of thick white cum over the mirror.

As soon as he had cum he realised he needed to get out of the gear and get back to his real life but more importantly put everything back as it was and clean the mirror of the cum that was now running down the glass. He had to leave the place exactly as it was. He carefully put the clothes back exactly as he had found them, set the bat as it was and the boots in the same line up. By the time he got into his own flat he was exhausted from his orgasm but on a such a high seeing himself as never before.

‘Christ I would love to be like that instead of my weak pathetic self that I am.’

For the rest of the day he could think of little else and even in his dreams he saw a fierce looking skin coming towards him. All he wanted to do was go back the next day and repeat. He so wanted to see his vision changed and to cum in such shedloads

Sure enough the Skin went off to work and an hour later Dave let himself in. He decided to wear a different assortment of skin gear so put on the Oxblood rangers just like he had seen his neighbour wear and he chose a very bleached pair of jeans which showed off his erect cock even more as there was a little more space to allow the bulge look even more obvious. A navy T shirt and the brown bomber jacket which had SKINHEAD emblazoned on the back. He loved how he looked like another skinhead and would act out the part again to make himself so bloody horny it was painful to hold back coming. He found the hood but not the baseball bat which for Dave was all part of the aggro he wanted to create for himself.

‘It must be in the sitting room’ he thought and he opened the door to go in and check.

As he walked in the two Skinheads from last week were sitting on the sofa beer and ciggies in hand with their booted feet up on a table.

‘Well who the fuck do we have here?’

As Dave froze in the doorway a strong arm suddenly came round his neck in a stranglehold and he felt a thick metal collar being locked into place around his neck and padlocked. He was terrified as he felt a low sneering voice in his ear saying

‘So you’re the wimp from next door who has been breaking in to my pad. I don’t fucking taking kindly to the likes of you and no doubt you’ve been jerking off in my clothes.’

Suddenly one of the other skins shouted.

‘Fucking hell, Rick, the bloke’s pissing himself and in your fucking bleachers.’

Sure enough the terror had been too much and what started off as a small damp patch appearing at Dave’s crotch was now showing a long line of piss running down one leg all the way down to the boot. He was pissing so much it was also now running down the front of the bleachers having completely soaked through.

Rick yanked the chain attached to the collar forcing Dave’s head back, and with Rick staring at him spat out a huge gob of spit into his face and took one hand and rubbed it well in, gobbing a second time.

‘You fucking little shit. You’re gonna pay for this. You think you can piss in my best bleachers so you can fucking drink the stuff. Joe go and get the special hood for this little wanker but drink up those beers so you give him a real golden shower.

Joe came back with the hood and rubbing his dick with excitement.

‘This is gonna be fucking great. Serves the bastard right ruining your bleachers. We’ll make him pay.’

‘Lets see what the bugger looks like first’ and with that Rick pulled off the lycra hood

‘What a poncy little wimp we have here. ‘Ill tell you now you bastard you will not be leaving here looking like this. Now let me get this hood on you. ‘

The hood was made of leather straps and buckles which Rick secured into place and on the strap that went over Dave’ mouth was a hole with a rubber tube. ‘Breath in for the moment mate but there’s one final piece to be added and with that he rammed a funnel into the other end.

‘There we are so who’s first to let him know what piss really tastes like. He’s already gobbled my dirty jockstrap. Yeah mate did you think I hadn’t noticed? So you’re big on piss? Go on Joe get that rancid cock of yours out and see how much he likes it.’ As Rick said this he tied Dave’s hands firmly in rope behind his back.

Suddenly Dave seemed to realise what was happening

‘Please don’t do this, I am really sorry. I know I’m wrong and I’ll pay for your new jeans and anything else but not this.

‘Not this? You’re the one who drank the piss from my Jocktrap, you’re the one who has pissed himself in my best bleachers. So piss it is and loads of it, so start to swallow

With his hand ensuring the tube was well into Dave’s mouth Rick shouted at Joe.

‘Go on let him have it. Let me see that piss of yours go all the way down.’

‘Do what Rick fucking well tells you, you slob because you’re doing my boots next, as he emptied his piss in to the funnel. Joe let his cock hang into the funnel and with one large belch his piss started pouring out of the cock and into the funnel.

‘ Shit Rick he’s trying not to swallow. The funnel is filling up.’

‘You little bastard’ and with that Rock slapped Dave across the face. The jolt and shock made Dave open his mouth wide and the piss poured down and Joe’s cock kept releasing more and more beer piss.

‘Right enough Joe, let Fred have a go and he can taste each of your piss.’

Joe stood back flipping his dribble cock into his bleachers and Fred took aim into the funnel his long thin cock being set into the funnel.

‘Christ I love this, seeing a guy take my piss’

With that Fred started stroking his cock as he emptied his piss into the funnel.

‘Keep that knob on for later. You’ll get the chance soon enough’

‘Christ the guy can’t get enough the way he is slurping it down.’

At first Dave felt he wanted to retch as the acid burned in his throat and even though he was tied with Rick holding by the neck and chain, there was something about the beery flavour as well as seeing two skin heads in front of him opening their flies and letting him see two rancid cocks release their piss especially Fred’s erect cock which had to aim so carefully so as to make the funnel. Dave’s own cock was almost involuntarily reacting and he could feel his dick lengthening down the wet piss stained bleachers. Two skins bearing over him making him feel subservient was in truth what he had wanted.

‘Now put yer cock away Fred time for the next stage. So now you bastard with all that saliva and piss we need our boots cleaned. My turn first’

Rick pulled Dave off the chair by the metal collar and chain.

‘Get down on the fucking floor and start licking’.

As Dave went down on his knees he looked up at Rick and could see the skin was getting excited. There was a thick outline of a rigid cock down one leg. The guy sure had a good sized 8” prick.

As Dave bent to start licking so Rick firmly placed his other booted foot on Dave’s head forcing it hard down his mouth being crushed against the boot

‘Get yer fucking tongue out of yer mouth and start. I wanna see these boots sparkling with yer spit.’

‘Do what Rick fucking tells you as you’re doing my boots next’

‘And then mine’

Rick bent over taking hold of Dave’s head and yanked it up and down his boot watching Dave spit all across the toe caps.

‘That’s better boi. Us Skins like our boots shining. Now do the other’

Dave continued to let his spit and piss mix spread over the boots until Rick pulled him up by the chain and moved him over to Joe who bent down and gobbed into Dave’s face.

‘Now use some of my spit to make em more shiny, got it’.

There was no point Dave saying anything. He was completely under their control and if he complained he would only be mugged big time.

‘You’re good at this boi. Well need to get you do this more often.

‘Make sure he still has some spit for my boots’ Fred shouted. He also bent down and whacked Dave across the face.

‘You make me so fucking annoyed boi for breaking into Ricks pad. Lick my boots and soles I want to see my face in them.’

Dave was being forced down against the boots his arse up showing his good sized round cheeks tight against the bleachers.

‘Shit Rick the boi’s got a brill arse. We ain’t leaving that alone Just looking at that ripe ass is making me cock nice and hard he said stroking the enlarged length. Ain’t got me jock on so nice an easy to whip me dick out.’

Rick said ‘Well boys the next move is for you. Do as you like.’ Joe placed his hand over Fred’s dick outline and rubbed it.

‘Always luv that cock of yours Joe. This boi needs it.’ And with that he took his heavy hand and whacked it across Dave’s cheeks making him wince in pain. Seeing him react Fred decided a few more slaps would warm up his cheeks ready for entry. Fred bent down and put his hands around Dave’s waist to unbutton his flies

‘Fucking hell boys, the lad’s luving this . His cock is like a metal pole and a thick one to. He must luv his cock being soaked in his own piss and us skins on top of him. No bloody wonder he loves our gear.’

Fred eased the jeans down to expose Dave’s arse. ‘Nice and red now boi! You like a slap. Let’s get you ready.’

He put one finger in and started to move it around

‘Plenty of space there for a good fuck mate’

He then put in a second and a third and finally a fourth

Rather than screaming Dave felt good with the fingers in him and moved his arse up.

‘Christ you’d take a whole fist mate by the looks of things.’

Taking his fingers out he put the hand around Daves face and smeared any shit off them

‘If you can piss yerself like that boi then you can take yer own shit’

‘Time for my cock to get inside that arse of yours.’ Fred said unzipping his bleachers and pulling out his erect dick with the red head pulled back and nicely exposed.

‘What you looking at Joe, get that cock of your ready, were a couple so we fuck together right. Get on yer knees beside me. I go first and then you.’

Both Fred and Joe knelt behind Dave’s arse. Fred put one hand around Joe’s shaft and with the other opened up Dave’s crack to ease in his cock.

‘It may not be the thickest but I’ll give you a good length. What did I say you could take a bloody ship up there boi.’

Fred slipped his dick in and moved it further up, Dave letting out a groan

‘You fucking love this boi eh? Well let’s see how you like two dicks up you.’ Fred then widened Dave’s cheeks to make his hole more exposed. ‘Right Joe get in from the side but put a gob on it first to help our young friend.’

Fred put one arm around Joe and with the other took his dick and pushed it into the side.

‘Open up that fucking arse of your boi Joe wants in. Push it Joe’

With one sharp push Joe’s cock slipped in alongside Fred’s

Dave yelped with pain as his hole had to expand to take two cocks but once past the entry he felt pleasure and the need for them to push their dicks up further.

‘Christ Rick stop rubbing that prick of yours. I know you get a real knob on watching Fred and I fuck together but the boi can give you a good blow job. Hoist his head up with that chain of yours.’

‘Too fucking right Joe I need to shed a load of cum from watching you’

And with that he hoisted Dave’s head up in the steel collar so Dave was looking straight at the 8 inch dick now bursting against the bleachers. Rick pulled Dave’s head in to him

‘Suck my dick through me bleachers boi.’

Dave could not wait to feel the cock in his mouth with the bleachers between.

‘Please take it out Sir so I can get it all the way down my throat.’

‘Jesus boi what a horny bugger you are. Two cocks up yer arse and all you want my by whopping great prick down yer throat. It ain’t gonna be easy prising this monster out of my bleachers.’ He said with his hand firmly down one leg trying to pull his rigid cock out. Suddenly it sprang out of the bleachers and hit Dave in the face.

‘Like that cock of mine hitting you? Well let’s hit you a few more times’. As he whacked it across Dave’s face leaving a smear of precum

‘Now open that mouth of yours wide.’ Already the saliva was dribbling out of Dave’s mouth in readiness. He wanted to choke on Rick’s cock and feel the cum being forced down the back of his throat.

As Ricks cock entered Dave’s mouth so Dave started to push his arse back to let in both cock further up his hole.

‘Christ’ he thought ‘I’m serving 3 Skins. It is like a dream’.

Joe and Fred turned to one another and started deep throat kissing , both so fired up being up the same arse and also seeing Rick so horny as his cock slipped further and further into Dave’s mouth.

‘That’s it boi take it all Let me feel my pubes against yer mouth.’ As Rick shoved his cock deeper into Dave’s mouth so Joe and Fed pushed their dicks further up their lips still glued together.

‘Christ boys I am really getting off watching you two fuck. This fucking prick is gonna get a river of spunk down his throat.’

As Fred and Joe stopped mouthing Fred looked up and said

‘Bloody hell Rick I didn’t think the lad would be able to take that big dick of yours. I’ve never managed the whole length. Shit you are the whole way down. Come on Joe its time for us to let him have it. A few more pushes and I’ll come.’

The two skins worked the arse together and with one wail they let their loads shoot up Dave’s arse, groaning loudly. Rick seeing his mates spunk found it all too much and firmly grabbing Dave’s head said

‘Take the whole fucking lot boy. As he shot his spunk there was so much Dave could not swallow and it started to ooze out his mouth and down on to his Fred Perry, a long line of white cum. Rick kept shoving his cock against Dave’s mouth

‘Christ boi what a fucking throat. This is the best blow job Ive had in a long while.’

‘Jesus that was fucking amazing Rick. This kid loves a good fuck. Looked as if you made him swallow a shedload of cum.’

Rick wiped the remaining cum across Dave’s face

‘Now use your tongue to lick that up boi.’

Dave was no longer frightened. He was with 3 skins and they all had shot a load either inside his arse or down his throat. He almost felt like one of them.

‘Right guys, now fuck off I have the last bit of work to do with Dave boi. But first bring me the razors and shaving foam. I don’t want you here for that otherwise you both become too fucking horny again.’

Joe and Fred did as told

‘Now fuck off. Right Dave boi bend you head forwards and lets get this fuzz off that head of yours. You can’t wear skin gear with all that hair. Why the fuck do you think we are called Skinheads eh? Now you wont need to wear a mask to imagine yerself as a skin.’

Rick took the razor over Dave’s head initially giving him a number one so he only had tufts left and Dave watched his locks fell to the ground almost relieved this was happening. Rick covered his head with shaving foam and started from the back moving the razor up from the neck and over the top. As he moved around Dave he could feel Ricks cock pressing against his shoulder and it was not soft, far from it. He had a bloddy great knob on.

‘So you like feeling my knob against you whilst you get shaved eh?’

‘That’s some dick there. Can you please rub it a bit more.’

‘Right fucking little poofta. I can see your own cock stiffening nicely.. Lets get this job done.’ Rick continued with more foam and kept on shaving until he pressed his hand over Dave’s head and was able to feel its smoothness.

Then taking a hot cloth he cleaned Dave up and stood back rubbing his dick with satisfaction.

‘Now the important bit.’

He went out the room and came back in with a full leather hood with no eye or mouth holes. Coming out from various parts it looked almost like electrodes.

‘Lets get this on you,’ he unzipped the back part and slid it over Dave’s head, it sliding on nicely now he was totally bald.

‘A perfect size’ Rick said as he zipped it up. ‘Now smell the leather, good ain’t it.’

Dave nodded not knowing what was going to happen next

‘You’re gonna feel a few sensations but it only takes a few minutes and then you will feel more like us, as it’s what you really want.’

Again Dave nodded.

‘Right I’m switching on now.’

A sudden current made Dave jerk, he felt a heat wave running through his head, a thumping he’d never experienced. It was as if a light was trying to remove everything in his brain and he was totally unable to fight it. He did not want to fight it. It was almost a comfort to feel nothing. There was a pause and nothing happened for what seemed ages and then suddenly his whole head felt as if it was going to explode. He started to feel angry, aggressive even his thoughts were basic and he was sure he could feel his voice going through a change as he groaned with the impact of the charge. He wanted out of this he wanted to take charge.

Rick unzipped and took off the leather mask.

‘Fucking hell, I love it, you have SKIN tattooed across yer scalp. Brill. Now I am gonna untie you and take off the neck shackle so you can see yerself in the mirror.’

Dave silently stood up and looked at himself in the piss stained bleachers, boots and bomber jacket but now gone were the locks of hair Instead he stood looking at a full bodied skin with a scar running down one cheek and SKIN tattooed over his head.

‘Right mate’ Dave barked in a deeper rough voice ‘you and yer mates have fucking put me through all this and if you think that dick of mine is not gonna cum now you’re fucking wrong.’

And with that Dave attacked Rick with a full punch into the stomach winding him and as he collapsed forward so Dave moved in. and put Rick into a stranglehold

‘You made me a fucking skin so now you’re gonna get fucked by a skin and I can see that dick of yours waiting to burst out of yer bleachers. Did you not think I could see that rear arse zip in yer bleachers. So much for big tough guy. Ye love a big cock up that arse of yours.’

Dave pulled down the rear zip and put his hand into Ricks crack.

‘Nice little hairy bum you have there Rick boi. By the time I’ve fucked you my cum will be stuck to all these hairs as I pull out.’ As Dave’s hand explored the crack and put two fingers up exploring the space.

‘Fucking nice hole boi’ he said taking his fingers out and smearing them across Ricks mouth. ‘Now taste yer own fucking shit, good ain’t it?’

Rick was in such a stranglehold he could not reply but he was suddenly aware of Dave’s fat cock pushing its way in to his craqck.

‘Don’t worry mate I let a good gob onto my cock so it’ll slide in nicely.’ As Dave pushed so Rick instinctively moved his arse back to meet Dave’s shaft.

‘That’s it boy you are fucking desperate for this. Its sliding in a treat. Now lets feel that cock of yours’

Rick was pushing himself into Dave’s shaft so he could feel it going right up to the hilt and Dave put his hand in and unleashed a good thick and long dick.

‘Shit you’re hard man. Lets make sure we come together.’ As Dave started to pummel Ricks arse he put his mouth against Rick’s neck and started kissing almost sinking his teeth into the neck. Rick was groaning with pleasure.

‘Not so much a tough guy now, eh Rick with my dick stuffed up yer arse and that cock of yours in my hand is just luvin it all. That’s it push yer arse all the way back into my prick

‘Shit Dave boi that cock of yours feels so good and your hand rubbing up and down my cock you sure know how to wank a guy. Christ my balls are ready to burst. Go on keep ramming that dick into me, fucking well take me. I can feel your precum oozing into me but I want all you can give. Go on give my tits a good nip.’

‘So you like yer tits worked on, you should have said mate.’

Dave moved his free hand up Ricks chest and gently rubbed his fingers over Ricks left nipple rubbing it through his Fred Perry

‘You don’t want a rub do you mate? More like this.’

And with that he pinched the tit hard.

‘Fucking hell man that hurts’

‘It’s what you want so stop being such a babe’, Dave barked as he continued to tweak.

‘Not so bad now is it the way your moving about. You just love my cock up you, my hand wanking your prick and now having your tit worked on. It’s sure got me so fucking horny I am ready to let rip up yer arse.’

‘Fuck man let me have it I’m also ready to shoot. Wank me harder, that’s it Shit I’m cumin’

‘Take all my cum Rick boi’

And with that Dave let loose spurt after spurt up Rick’s arse and Rick with final groan shot his load with Daves hand firmly around his shaft

‘Fucking hell man, I haven’t had an orgasm like that for ages. Thank God you let yerself into my pad and decided you love us skins.’

Dave gave his final shot up Ricks arse and as he pulled out he swung Rick round and kissed him roughly putting his tongue well down Ricks throat.

‘Yeah mate thank you. I’m so fucking glad I’m no longer that pathetic jerk and now I know I’m one of you bois. I’m a Skin’

Rick took hold of Dave face as they kissed and said

‘You are my Skin’.

‘Too fucking right babe’

‘You can keep that set of keys but I want a set of yours and its time we got out and got your yer own skin gear though having you wear my stuff makes me feel so horny.’

‘Right let’s get out pick up some gear and then go to the skin pub for a few beers with the blokes and you can show me off and then its back here as I want to feel that 8 incher of your up my arse’.

‘I was think the same bro. Its gonna be a long night.’

‘Not just the night mate’

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plathfiles · 1 year

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rockstar!remus with clingy and drunk reader pls pls pls 🫶🫶🫶

of course!!! omg I love this idea

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary : at one of the marauders after parties, you have a little too much to drink.

warnings : not proof read, major fluff

paring: remus lupin x fem!reader

Remus had just performed a sold out concert with his fellow band mates — the Marauders. Now, he was at an after party, filled to the brim with groupies, celebrities, music producers, etc. But he only wanted to find you, to take you home and sleep.

He was exhausted and as much as he loved being famous and well known, Remus enjoyed performing and making music more than going to parties.

The sandy haired boy attempted to find you in the crowd, but alas could not. Where did you go? He thought, turning every corner as if it was a labyrinth. With every part of Sirius’ mansion, more people were in his way.

Meanwhile, Marlene, Dorcas, and Alice had taken you after the concert. The girls wanted to get to the after party as soon as possible. Alice had her hopes up to see the new A-list actor, Frank Longbottom. Marlene and Dorcas, already together and in the music industry themselves, promised to introduce the two.

While Alice was chatting up Frank, and Marlene and Dorcas were busy making out in a broom closet, you had gotten bored and missed Remus. So you indulged in a few drinks.

…

Stepping outside, the cold night air made Remus smile. Inside the house was hot and sticky. He smiled when he spotted you, a red solo cup in your hand. You were laughing and Remus walked towards you.

“Hey love,” he said, a hand going on the small of your back. You turned to him and smiled drunkenly.

“Remus!” You exclaimed, a crooked smile taking over your face. “I missed you so much! I’ve been looking for you since the concert ended!”

The boy could tell that you’d had a few drinks and we’re definitely not sober.

“I’ve been looking for you too Y/n,” he replied. “Want to head home?” He asked.

“No!” You whined, your head dropping. “Wanna stay and play beer pong!” You smiled.

Remus could never say no to you and especially wouldn’t say no to the cute smile you wore at the moment.

“Alright lovie, one round of beer pong and then I’m taking you home,” he said, compromising.

You nodded, it only being fair. “Oh alright,” you said, standing up and almost losing you balance. But not to worry, Remus was there to catch you in an instant.

“Are you sure you can play beer pong like this?” He asked with a little smirk. You pouted and looked a little annoyed. The crinkle on your forehead—that Remus adored — showed.

“Yes. I can play.” You insisted.

One round of beer pong later, you had sobered up some but not entirely. Remus was by your side the entire game, helping you decide which shots to make. Which James wasn’t very happy about, seeing as competitive he was. Frank and Alice were near the table but not big fans of the game, as they were too busy falling in love. James won the game, winning over a kiss from Lily.

At the end of the game you were beat and still a little drunk. You wanted to go home. As you were leaning against Remus for support, he looked down at you.

“I think we should head home love,” he said, grabbing you by the waist and picking you up into his arms. You nudged your head into his neck. “Alright, Remmy,” you mumbled tiredly.

Once in the car, you passed out. Remus laughed to himself at your drunken state, knowing full well you would be hung over in the morning.

“Come on love, we’re home,” he said, unbuckling your seat belt. You woke up, a bit drowsy and super clingy.

“I’m tried Remmy,” you pouted, leaning into his strong body. He wrapped his arms around you and led you into the house.

“We’re going to get you to bed lovie. Promise,” he said, kissing your forehead.

Once at your bedroom, Remus sat you down on your shared bed and helped you into your sleep clothes. He gave you a glass of water aswell. All the while, you reached out for Remus’ touch.

“Wanna hold you,” you pouted, already in your night clothes. Which consisted of one of Remus’ old sweaters and sleep shorts.

Remus undressed himself and hopped into bed just wearing his boxers. He pulled you to him immediately, waisting no time in holding you.

“Well maybe I wanna hold you?” He teased, kissing your hair.

You turned to him and smiled lazily, sleepiness coming over you. “You did so well tonight Remus. Greatest rockstar ever!” You said, kissing his nose.

Remus wrapped you tighter in his arms and kissed your forehead. “Thanks Y/n, performed for you and only you,” he said, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

Because you were.

A/n: hoped you liked this! Don’t forget to reblog and like, love you guys 🥹 also I’m slow with fulfilling requests but please still send them, I will get to them i promise <3

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ofstarsandvibranium · 10 months

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The Music In Me

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You and the AFC Richmond team go to a karaoke bar to celebrate a win.

A/N: phil dunster, pls serenade me. i beg.

Your relationship with Jamie was fairly new. You were a photographer that Keeley hired to do some campaign shots of the team. Jamie made you laugh when it was time for his shots and the rest is history.

You two were definitely still in the honeymoon phase of the relationship. Something new and exciting. You thought being with a hotshot like Jamie would be difficult, with his fame and notoriety, but it wasn't. It was the complete opposite. He made things so easy. You enjoyed his company, he made you laugh, was considerate of your feelings. You felt seen and heard by him.

You were smitten and everyone can tell he felt the same.

"Cheers!" you holler with the Richmond boys, clinking your shot glasses and beers together. Jamie was the only one drinking water now, since Roy gave him a limit of two beers.

You down your shot and wince. Jamie snickers, "Strong?" he asks, offering you his water.

"Very," you gulp some of it down and hand it back to him, "Think I'm done for shots tonight."

Jamie nods, "Probably best. Don't want you completely plastered when we go up there," he points to the stage where Dani is getting ready to sing his song.

You look at him in surprise, "You signed us up?"

He nods, "Yup. I need everyone to know that me girl's got a voice of an angel."

You snort, "Think you're exaggerating a bit, babes, but it's fine. What song did you pick?"

He smirks at you, "You'll see."

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You, Jamie, and the guys burst into hollers and whoops as Sam and Bumbercatch hop down from the stage after their rendition of "No Scrubs".

The emcee walks up and speaks into the mic, "Wow! That was surprisingly really well done. Anyway, next up we have," she pauses to look at the clipboard of names, "Jamie and Y/N!"

The boys are no cheering for you and Jamie as you stand and make your way to the stage. Jamie hops up first, offering his hand out to you to help you onto the platform.

You shyly smile at him as he guides you to one mic stand and he stands at the other. There's a a screen at the corner of the stage so you can see the words "Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran" appear.

You smile widely at Jamie and he gives you a wink. He knows you love to listen to Taylor Swift.

The acoustic guitar rang out from the speakers and the screen told you to get ready to sing in 3..2...1.

All I knew this morning when I woke Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before And all I've seen since 18 hours ago Is green eyes and freckles And your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like

You turn to Jamie smiling from ear to ear and he's looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky.

I just wanna know you better Know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better Know you better, know you better now

Jamie joins in and takes you a bit off guard,

I just wanna know you better Know you better, know you better now I just want to know you, know you, know you

The both of you go into the chorus and you stare at Jamie wide-eyed because you didn't know he sings so well. Sure you've heard him singing under his breath or humming, but never so loud and confident like this.

Then he goes into the next few lines and you just stare at him in awe. He moves closer to you, having you face him while he sings. He knows this song by heart because not once has he glanced at the screen as he serenades you. You're caught up in him that you forget to sing, jumping back into the chorus with him.

You two continue this song and dance. He twirls you around while singing with you and you do your best to keep up. Your heart and stomach are fluttering in the best way as he pulls you in as you both finish the last line of the song

All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed

The guys are absolutely losing their minds. It's clear none of them knew that Jamie could sing.

Jamie hops down from the stage, offering his hand again as you jump down as well. He kisses your temple and wraps and arm around your waist, guiding you back to the group while everyone applauds.

As you two reach them, the guys are patting you and Jamie on the shoulders.

"Bruv, how come you didn't tell us you can sing?!" Isaac asks in disbelief.

Jamie shrugs, "Not really important in football, is it?"

"Still. You got mad talent," Isaac says.

Dani chimes in, "A voice of an angel!"

You snort and nudge Jamie, "So much for showing me off. You took my spotlight," you say jokingly.

Jamie winces, "Sorry, babe."

You chuckle, shaking your head, "No, no it's fine. Really. I'm more upset at the fact you never sang around me like that before. You know you definitely have to sing more around me now, right?"

He grins at you, "Whatever you want, love," he kisses your cheek.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt imagine

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hawkinsbnbg · 1 year

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‪Steve was such an embodiment of a golden retriever that Eddie could hardly hate him even when his Munson Doctrine said otherwise.‬

‪Once Eddie got to know him better, he knew he was done for.‬

‪The guy wasn't only a pretty face and fine muscles, he was also kind and a goddamn sweetheart.‬

‪And Eddie? He was a sucker for Steve Harrington. ‬

‪Had been since high school and never thought he could fall any deeper until Dustin literally force introduced him to Steve who took one look at him and invited him to his house.‬

‪As if they were good friends and not two strangers who had just talked to each other for the first time.‬

‪"We actually talked once before all of this," said Steve absentmindedly as they were chilling out on the lounge chairs by the pool.

‪Sometimes, the night breeze would sail past them and Eddie would be able to smell Steve's citrus cologne mix with the chlorine that came from the pool. ‬

‪Also, he'd never admit that the sight of Steve in that white snug T and those stupid tiny green shorts made him a little bit dizzy.‬

‪"When?" Eddie was bewildered. Because if he had interacted with Steve, then he sure as hell he'd remember it for the rest of his life.‬

‪"On my first year," Steve gave him a meaningful look. "You seemed to hate me a lot the moment we met so I didn't try to approach you anymore."

‪Eddie remembered it now. That day, Steve had come to buy from him but since he didn't sell to underages, he decided to scare the younger boy away and then forgot all about it once he returned to his trailer.

‪Turned out, his tactic worked a little bit too well and now, Eddie finally understood why Steve never came to him and it was always Tommy or Carol's brother instead.‬

‪"Thanks for that anyway," said Steve quietly.‬

‪"For what?" Eddie frowned slightly in confusion.‬

‪"For denying me the weeds," Steve gave him a warm smile. "I had been goaded to buy them from you but now thinking back, I'm glad that I didn't get them. Because I knew the moment I went back with a bag of weeds, those people would encourage me to buy drugs next. It'd go on until they got me addicted and my life would be much more different if I was sent into rehab by my father."‬

‪Though Eddie knew this was what he hoped his little conscience would do to those teenagers, he still didn't expect Steve Harrington of all people to thank him for it.‬

‪And he didn't expect his heart to leap into Steve's hand without his consent, either.‬

‪"It's nothing," Eddie cleared his throat slightly and picked up his beer bottle so he'd have something to do instead of flailing his hands around like an idiot. "It's just one of my rules that I don't sell to underages."‬

‪"And thanks to you, many guys like me can have a better life," Steve raised his beer into the air. "Cheers for Eddie Munson."‬

‪Eddie though blushed at the lovely smile Steve sent him, still held up his bottle and clinked it with Steve's.‬

‪After that night, they started hanging out together more often. Sometimes, it'd be at Steve's place, and some other times, it'd be in Eddie's bedroom at the Munson trailer.

‪Steve even chatted with Wayne about basketball, on which Eddie would never in his wildest dream expect to walk in when he returned from a gig one late night.‬

‪Gradually, it became their thing to spend time together whenever they could.‬

‪Yet, Eddie didn't dare to consider them as anything but friends.‬

‪Sure, they hung out all the time in each other's bedroom, they shared forehead kisses and cuddles, they brushed each other's hair, and they even lived in each other's wardrobe.‬

‪But, clearly, Steve was as straight as a ruler and Eddie wouldn't ruin their friendship just because of his stupid feelings.‬

‪So Eddie did what he thought was the best. He tried to move on.‬

‪But he had failed the moment a random girl walked up to Steve and started flirting with him.‬

‪An ugly thing reared its head inside Eddie and caused him to see Red.‬

‪He just stormed over and pulled Steve away from that girl, out of the bar, and into the back of his van without much thought for the consequences.‬

‪Fuck the consequences. Because Steve was his and his alone. Anyone could fuck off.‬

‪"Eds? Did something happen? Are you okay?" Steve looked at him in concern.‬

‪That got an amused huff out of Eddie. Of course, his sweetheart would worry about everyone but himself.‬

‪"No, I'm okay," he took in a deep breath to calm down. Then, he met those hazel eyes and decided to be honest for once. "I was just jealous."‬

‪"Of who?" Steve’s brows pinched in bafflement.‬

‪"Of that girl," Eddie licked his dry lips and watched Steve's gaze flick down to them before meeting his eyes again.‬

‪"Why?"‬

‪"Why?" Eddie parroted back before giving out the answer that had been locked inside him for years. "Because I like you, Steve."‬

‪"Oh," Steve breathed out.‬

‪"Yeah," Eddie snorted bitterly and braced himself for the imminent heartbreak. ‬

‪He waited for Steve to either turn him down gently or punch him in the face for taking advantage of their friendship for his greed and selfishness.‬

‪He knew Steve would never do that. But it'd hurt far worse if Steve got upset enough with him to resort to pure violence.‬

‪Instead, all Steve did was ask with a raised eyebrow, "So are you gonna kiss me now or do I need to do it first?"‬

‪Eddie didn't need to be told twice to cup Steve's face and lock their lips together.‬

‪This could be another good dream for all he cared.‬

‪For now, Eddie didn't want to drown himself in yet another existential crisis until he was done making out with his darling.‬

‪Until they stumbled into Steve's bed, until Eddie was permitted to do everything to the other man, including blowing his back out that he knew it wasn't a dream. Because Eddie never made it this far in his dreams before.‬

‪"So are we boyfriends now?" Eddie asked again just to make sure as he cuddled and shared lazy kisses with an adorably sleepy Steve.‬

‪"Mhm," Steve hummed under his breath, all rosy cheeks and blissed out.‬

‪"Just so you know," Eddie traced his forefinger on the soft outline of Steve's chin. "You're gonna be stuck with me for a very long time and even if you try to kick me away, I'd find a way to get back to you."‬

‪"That sounds perfect to me," Steve yawned and snuggled up to him.‬

‪"Yeah?" Eddie tightened his arms around Steve.‬

‪"Uh-huh," Steve planted a small kiss on his jaw. "We're in this together now. And you're gonna see how clingy I am very soon. Just don't regret it, Munson."‬

‪"I'd never, sweetheart," Eddie whispered back and gave his lovely boyfriend another smooch on his forehead.‬

‪As Eddie slowly drifted off, he just knew he was the world's happiest and luckiest man to have Steve in his life.

‪And that was a blessing he'd never take for granted.‬

#steddie #idiots in love #possessive eddie munson #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steddie fluff #ficlet #sionewrites

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roryslut · 5 months

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goth and metal prt 1-eurory x f!reader (use of y/n)

brothers best friend‼️ (euro is 19 in a high school type band, reader is a senior) idk how norwegian school works sorry

warnings‼️ smut, drinking and drugs, making out, ass slapping, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v, gagging, creampie, the L-word, a meer couple sentences that have just a wee bit of degration and exibitionism

(this is based off sum random pic i saw on here and my love for my bauhaus vinyls and obsession w my set up 💪)

thank you all for being so sweet frrr, i’ve been an anonymous rory lover and all of these fics are from the archive of my notes app over the past few months :)

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Y/N is jan axels sister who doesn’t listen to much metal music, she’s more into gothic music. her brother had two friends he started a band with, she only knew the guitarist, oystein, since he was jan’s friend for a while. she stayed upstairs most of the time but around 9 she got sick of all the noise and decided to go downstairs.

As she approached the basement the music grew louder. she opened the door and the music stopped, all of their eyes hit her, making her feel a little embarrassed in her sleep shorts and a sweater.

“jan, can you keep it down or like, idk go somewhere else becuase i am just trying to have some peace of mind…”

the other members looked at jan who said “yeah, yeah we are almost done.”

“thank you” Y/N said leaving and going back upstairs.

“you really let your little sister boss you around like that?” oystein asked, he was a long time family friend and he knew Y/N for a while. they were friends when they were younger but he just kind of changed. “she’s not bossing me around, i just respect her, i mean, she usually is tolerant when we practice at my place.”

oystein looked pretended to be offended “what do you mean tolerant? she should be moved by my amazing guitar skill.” the bassist snickered, “in your dreams” jan replied, making oystein blush a little and the chuckles to grow louder.

oystein sighed and set down his guitar, “im getting a drink,” he states plainly before running up the stairs. he goes to the fridge and retrieves a cold glass of beer. when he closes the fridge door he finally noticed Y/N is also in the kitchen. she is reaching up high to grab a mug from the top shelf but she couldn’t seem to reach it. the sweater she was wearing rode up on her torso, exposing her flat stomach and thin waist which contrasted her full behind, the shorts hugging them well, leaving little room for the imagination. oystein shuttered, he couldn’t tell if it was because he was seeing his childhood best friends little sister all grown up, or because he was overflowing with desire. he will admit it, he has longed for her for at least a decade but nothing ever came of it. she was out of his league and off limits because of her brother, they had hung out a lot as friends but,

(a/n: idk why but when i wrote this i made the back story from euros first person, idk just imagine culkin like narrating idek, good luck.)

“i knew jan protected her with his life. one day when jan and i were in our last year of secondary school, about to graduate, i actually told him how i was feeling. that was unusual to say the least, we didn’t put our emotions into words very often. i told him how i wanted to ask his sister to the prom and how she had caught my eye in the past. he seemed suspicious and hesitant but eventually got the idea and gave me his blessing. i went to the store to get flowers, but they were sold out, i didn’t want to spend gas going to a different store so I just went home. but after that i lost hope, i never went to get the flowers or ask Y/N to prom, i guess i got caught up in the senior work and eventually i graduated, and now i only see her when im at jan’s.”

(okay it’s over, back to third person <3)

he pulled his eyes away and searched for a bottle opener but couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. he held the bottle up to Y/N and she nodded, she swiftly grabbed a spoon. oystein had his hand by the cap and had the bottle set on the table so she swiftly held his hand in place with one hand and with the other, used the spoon to open the bottle. oystein flinched and shook his hand, Y/N laughed, “it didn’t hurt that bad! and look your bottle is open,” oystein just smiled a little, and Y/N almost melted, his smile was beautiful but he never wore it. “you should smile more.” she she stated facing him. oysteins smile dropped almost immediately but the blush stayed on his cheeks and he reddened as Y/N inched closer to his face.

“you look nice when you smile,” she says, beaming and brushing a stand of his hair behind his ear smoothly. she walked away, giving oystein a second to breathe and hide the massive boner inside his pants. Y/N had abandoned the mug and grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and opened it. “aren’t you too young to drink, Y/N?” oystein asked, he was 19 but not that new to alcohol. “no” she replied, “well, yes and no…” she said taking a hearty sip. “how old are you these days?” oystein asked slyly, Y/N replied with her honest age, “i’m graduating in a couple months.” “wow, you are mature beyond your years…” oystein states, smiling. “maybe you are just behind,” Y/N laughs and then drinks more. they are both about halfway done but the weather was kind of nice out. it was a summer dusk so Y/N and oystein went outside to finish beers and while they were out there, oystein couldn’t help but retrieve a rolled blunt from his pocket.

Y/N was a little nervous because they think smoking weed with someone is very vulnerable but they agreed to oystein and they smoked the joint. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you…” oystein admits, “do what?” she laughs, “idk, smoking together, drinking, talking, anything… i’ve always wanted to know you better.” she looks down, “i wanted to know you to, but you always seemed to push me away when i got to close, you never opened up to me after middle school you know…” oystein feels devastated a little hurt hearing this, he keeps smoking. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel unappreciated, Y/N. i really liked you, like really really liked you,” he chuckles. “i promise,” she smiles, still looking down, “really?” she asks. he goes on, “really! you know i was going to ask you to my prom last year, gosh i remember like it was yesterday. i asked your brother for his permission, it was the scariest shit i’ve ever done. and i was going to ask you but the store was sold out of flowers and i guess i just psyched myself out…” he admits, kind of laughing at the story.

Y/N is surprised since he never talks about his feelings this deeply. “wow, i never knew. why did you get psyched out?”

“i don’t know, you were almost two years younger than me but i was a nobody at that school. you were pretty and had good friends and were nice to everyone. i figured another lucky guy had already asked you, i wouldn’t want it make it weird.”

“wow, oystein i wish you told me, i would have gone with you.” Y/N said, he was kind of in disbelief at that.

Y/N smokes the blunt and smiles, content with oysteins confession, “i forgive you, cheers…” she says and holds up the bottle, “cheers to what?” oystein questions. “cheers to confession…” she laughs and they clink the bottles. “i confess that i really liked you too, well before you slammed the door on your emotions… but i know the oystein i knew is still in there.” Y/N says, seriously, almost in a stern tone. oystein was frozen for a moments time but in that moment he felt like he had gained the wisdom of centuries.

oystein finished the blunt and tossed it, and that quickly he grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers for their long awaited kiss. their lips locked together, so perfectly they thought they would get stuck and never pull away. oystein even ran his tounge over her lips, meeting her in the middle when she got brave enough to try a french kiss. she was a little hesitant kissing someone she had known for so long, it almost felt wrong, but also so so right. her hands tangled in his wild hair and he held the back of her neck, his other hand subconsciously creeping up Y/N’s soft thighs.

after another moment which seemed like centuries, they pulled away catching their breath. they began to arrange their clothes and hair back to normal. “oystein?” Y/N asks, “yes?” “does this mean… that you still you know, like me?” oystein blushes “what makes you think that??” he states quickly. “well, you just kissed me like your in love, and… it’s just- also, i could see your boner the whole time.” Y/N admits, oystein was flustered but they laughed it off, his icy eyes locked on hers and he promised-not said, promised, “the second I laid eyes on you I was yours, yes, Y/N, I do like you.” she smiled and put herself in his arms, “good, i like guys who like me…” and then they both started laughing in each others arms like they used to.

“i have to get back,” oystein says getting up and holding the door back into the house open for Y/N but they eventually speak, “have fun with your death metal,” Y/N says, “its black metal, norwegian black metal…” oystein says smiling, “either way, my bauhaus vinyl is easier on the ears.” she smiles. “well maybe i’ll come up to your chamber and we can listen to it together, how does that sound?” he asks, she responds quickly, “grood… i meant to say great and good, i’m sorry i-.” he had already walked away thinking about how was he going to get rid of this raging boner.

later in the night, the guys had packed up their things, oystein was the last to leave, “hey do you want to stick around and watch a movie or something?” jan asked oystein, “umm, no” he remembered he promised he would go to his sisters room, “sorry man i’m just tired, see you.” and oystein quickly left with his guitar case and pretended to be going out the door but in reality he went to the next floor and knocked on Y/N’s door.

she had been waiting patiently for oystein to come upstairs and when he knocked she started the bauhaus vinyl, hoping he would be impressed with her music taste.

when Y/N opened the door oysteins jaw dropped, she had changed from her pajamas and into a lacey black top and thong that was covered by a sheer robe, tied around her small waist. he couldn’t believe it, she looked so different, so beautiful and enticing, he didn’t know what to say.

“does jan know you are here?” Y/N questioned, oystein shook his head, still in disbelief, “um- can i come in?”

she let him in and he sat on the end of her bed which also was the best place to listen to the vinyl. “do you like it?” Y/N asks. “yes” oystein says smiling, he puts his hands on her waist and begins to inch upwards towards the lacey bra, his hands still over the robe. “i think it’s really sexy…” oystein says continuing, “no,” Y/N laughs taking his hands in her own and interlocking them. “i meant the vinyl, oystein.”

oystein blushed from embarrassment and arousal, “oh- yes that’s really good too.” he nods. she laughs.

she leans into him and their lips meet, his hands returning to her body as the kiss intensified. she reached under his shirt, he felt electrified when she touched his skin and peeled his shirt over his head, quickly reattaching their lips.

the gothic music blasted through the speakers, him still sitting on the bed, she backed away and he bathed in all her glory. she gave him a small tease, untieing the robe and slowly peeling it off her body, revealing her smooth pale skin that shined in the moonlight flowing through the window. the black lingerie contrasted her complexion and he had a sudden urge to strip it off her.

oystein stood from the bed quickly, pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing his large ringed fingers up and down her torso, he reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting out a sigh. he pulled it off her, staring for a second at her chest before grabbing her in his hands and fondling her breasts in his hands. “you are so beautiful, god you have no idea what this does to me.”

Y/N moaned at his words which only encouraged him, he latched to her neck and slurped at it like a vampire, letting his teeth graze her soft skin before sucking a hickey onto her throat. “sorry babe, your brother might get mad about that…”

she sighed, “forget about him.” she said, running her hands into his hair. he moved his lips down her body to her chest and began to suckle and kiss her breasts, Y/N continued moaning as she held his face to her, he bit down a little on her nipple causing her to flinch a little and pull oystein by the hair, but he just let out a low moan and the vibrations ran from his teeth to her bud, making her pussy wetter every second. she had to hold on to the desk so she wouldn’t collapse right there.

he got down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. his ringed fingers pulled down her thong effortlessly. he stared at her, but then slid his finger through the folds and penetrated her hole. Y/N let out a lewd noise but oystein didn’t stop, he kept fingering her, making her moan harder and her legs feel like jelly. oystein placed a hard smack on her asscheek and then brought his lips to the clit, kissing and then sucking on it. she felt close already. “oystein!! i’m gonna- please i’m going to cum”

oystein was suprised that she was going to cum this fast but her pussy leaked all over his hand and he lapped the juices up with his tounge. he stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her cum mingling between their lips, and right then, she came on his fingers- hard, his hand was still on her ass and it held her up since her knees had completely buckled under her.

oystein took down his pants and boxers swiftly, Y/N was suprised at his length, “oystein, that won’t fit!” “i’ll be careful baby” he replies. while he took his pants off Y/N flipped the vinyl which is very important. then he was ready. he took her by the waist and pressed her back to his chest, his hard member pressed between her legs, precum was oozing from the tip of his cock. oystein sat back in the bed, right between the speakers and set Y/N on top of him, spreading her legs. “are you ready?” oystein asks gruffly in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. she nodded and he groaned and his cock twitched between her legs so she wasted no time and grabbed it. she pumped it a few times, lubing it with pre cum and her pussy juices. then she pushed him into her, his cock filled her to the brim. “oh my god,” she muttered, he continued pushing in, inch by inch. she didn’t know if she could take the feeling at first. oystein wrapped his arm around Y/N and grabbed her tit roughly, he began moving her up and down his length. “you are doing so good.” oystein praised as he began to speed up, pounding into her messy cunt. she began to moan louder, over come by the feeling. “let me hear you,” oystein says, “they can’t hear you over the music, unless you want them to you little slut.” he laughs, “yeah, i bet you would like that, if your brother came up here and walked in on his best friend pounding his innocent little virgin sister.” Y/N couldn’t respond more than pornographic moans. “i’m-im” she utters, “oystein, cum-“ she speaks and has and orgasm on oysteins cock. he reaches his other hand around her and puts his fingers deep in her throat, pulling her down on him roughly. she was gagged and fucked into oblivion, his hand squeezing her chest. her moans echoing louding through the room with bauhaus music.

oystein finished inside her, he grunted and spurted cum though her. she was oozing and when he pulled out she sighed roughly and let cum drip and bubble from her hole. oystein left a harsh slap on her ass, almost squeezing it like he was milking her pussy. the whole time serenading her with compliments and love that he had for her. “you did so good, baby, god if i knew that pussy was so good i would have gotten it in grade school.” kissing her neck.

then he left, getting a washcloth from her bathroom to clean them. he got dressed and she pulled on the robe, “are you leaving?” Y/N asks, “i’m sorry- i thought that’s what you wanted, i mean, i would have to leave early tomorrow.” oystein responds. “that’s okay,” Y/N says, “do you want to spend the night?”

oystein couldn’t believe it, it’s not like he had never slept over in the house before, he had hundreds of times, but never in your bed. he nodded and got into the bed. they kissed a couple times before he pushed her hair back and stated, “i love you,” it seemed early but they really did love eachother, and they had for years. she blushed and tried to cover her smile with her hand. “i love you, too, oystein, i never stopped once.” she states, cuddling up into oysteins chest and falling asleep.

(prt 2 here)

#rory culkin #rory culkin fanfic #eurory #euronymous #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #bauhaus #Youtube

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pinkydevil16 · 2 years

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can you write a jj maybank x reader enemies to lovers trope? where the reader is sarah’s best friend and sarah brings her to the chateau. everyone is nice to y/n but jj isn’t, you can think of the rest. <333

18+ smut

JJ didn't like Kooks, he couldn't stand them, Kie wasn't a kook, she'd never be one in his eyes and whilst everyone else seemed to warm up to Sarah JJ kept his distance. A Cameron with a pogue was wrong, his best friend had somehow gotten the Kook princess and he couldn't wrap his head around how quickly he turned on the pogues to defend her. Then another came, one who he genuinely didn't want to see, Y/n. She was Sarah's best friend, a fellow Kook who Sarah then dragged to meet them, and now he was sat watching all the pogues try to get to know her whilst he stewed in anger.

"So Y/n, what made you want to join the pogues?" John B asked, already knowing Sarah had dragged her along with no explanation.

"Uhh...i didn't really, i don't really get this whole pogues vs kooks things if i'm honest. Just got dragged along i guess." Y/n shrugged, she didn't really care about who she hung out with as long as she didn't get ditched or end up in jail. JJ scoffed to himself, Kie giving him a look and nudging him before she gave Y/n a smile.

"Well it'll be good to have another girl, the testosterone gets a bit too much sometimes." Kie joked, nudging JJ as he let out a small laugh, Y/n awkwardly laughing and pushing back her hair before looking at her phone.

"Are we boring you princess?" JJ spoke, Y/n looking up at him with an awkward smile and shook her head, putting her phone away as she went back to leaning against the wall. He kept his mind filled with annoyed thoughts but a few escaped and reminded him that she was pretty and the way she awkwardly smiled at him had made his neck warm.

"No, no, sorry. Just got a text from work asking me to come in tomorrow. Saving for a car so want to get some shifts in." JJ raised an eyebrow, inwardly thinking about how her parents would buy her one without denting their weekly income, he worked to pay for food and she took those hours off someone that probably relied on work to feed their kids.

"Where do you work?" Pope asked, Y/n giving him a small smile as she turned towards him.

"I work at the golf club, cart girl. All the pervy men tip pretty well so it makes up for their comments, but it's a good place to work, they're actually looking for some guys to drive the carts and carry the clubs if any of you are interested? I can put in a good word, the owner really likes me." Pope's eyes lit up, sure he felt terrified of going back there after Rafe attacked him but he also knew how well they paid since he'd applied when he was younger and been rejected.

"That would be awesome, how many do they need?" Y/n gave him a smile and pulled out her phone.

"Give me 5." Y/n walked away, Pope slapping John B's leg as they grinned at each other, John B hadn't had a solid job since the summer started and Pope enjoyed working for his dad but he saw the struggle. JJ rolled his eyes, drinking his beer as his friends all whispered about their opinions on Y/n, and agreed they liked her which made him angry. They barely knew her, she appears out of nowhere and once again it was like Sarah, they were choosing another kook over the original pogues. Y/n came back a few moments later and sat down, putting her phone away and grinning at the pogues. That stupid grin once more made his body warm but he looked away ignoring her once more as he steeled his thoughts and pushed it to the back of his brain instead forcing more negative ones about her in their place.

"So originally he only needed one but i convinced him he needed more since it's the summer and people go off sick being hungover and what not. So if you guys want jobs you can come with me tomorrow and i'm pretty sure you'll walk out with a uniform. Only if you want to." Y/n was nervous, she'd really pressed her boss, wanting to be nice to the pogues since they'd let her stay so she wanted to show them she wasn't an asshole. JJ scoffed to himself as Pope and John B grinned, excited as they thanked Y/n and high fived each other, Sarah bragging that she'd brought the best new pogue ever.

JJ didn't feel the same way, she was pushing her way in, making them work on figure 8, what was next? She was gonna start buying their attention?

JJ's hatred spiralled as John B, Pope and Kie all started working at the golf club on figure 8, he'd refused to go even though he needed the money but it was the premise right?

Instead he just tried to ignore her but everyone seemed to like her, dragging her to more and more pogue activities where she'd try to be nice to him. Each smile she sent his way made his body heat up and the urge to smile back was sickening to him. Offering him a drink or asking how he was, he would only grunt or hum before walking away leaving Y/n confused but she'd been told he didn't trust easily so she didn't think much of it. Then instead of asking she would just hand him a drink, or give him something else which he'd looked at but didn't have the cash, she'd also buy everyone else a drink or food but to him it felt like she was trying to buy him. Y/n didn't think of it like that, to her she knew she was privileged, so if she had the cash on her or her card then she'd spend whatever she wanted on whoever she wanted. It was all out of her own pocket anyway, her parents only gave her money if she asked which she rarely did. But JJ just saw her as flaunting rich parents, the card she had was probably filled to the brim from a trust fund and any cash she had was probably an allowance given to her to keep her happy, he didn't have that. He didn't have anyone handing out money to him for simply being alive and he resented all the kooks for it, but something about Y/n just made him tick in a way no one else did. Sure Sarah was probably the richest kook kid on the island, but she only really spent it on John B, sometimes buying them food so JJ didn't see it often but Y/n, she was constantly offering to get the pogues anything they wanted.

The twinkie needs a new belt? She got a mechanic in within a day so the pogues could get places.

John B was behind on rent? She gave him an extra $200 and told him not to worry about paying her back.

Pope's dad had a bad week with sales? She's reminding everyone at the golf club to place orders.

Somehow she always helped them, JJ found it suspicious, everyone else thought she was just a nice person but JJ was usually right about people. So when he kept reminding John B not to trust her, or telling Pope he had a bad feeling the pogues all decided the best course of action was the same they'd used on Ki and Sarah. But how to get them both somewhere they couldn't escape?

Now Y/n stood in the chateau, humming away as she made pancakes since Sarah had asked her to come over and bake with her but Sarah had been gone for a good 10 minutes now.

"John B? You in here?" JJ shouted as he threw his bag down, looking around as he walked into the kitchen, Y/n giving him a small smile and wave as he ignored her as usual which made her sigh. It took him another few minutes to realise it was just them, scowling as Y/n plated up the pancakes and added some syrup before placing them on the table.

"Where is everyone?" Y/n looked up at JJ, looking around before shrugging, pushing a plate towards him.

"Do you want any fruit?" JJ ignored Y/n, moving to leave when he found the door locked, Y/n trying to phone Ki to see where everyone had gone as JJ began rushing around trying to get out but every exit was locked.

"What the hell?" JJ shouted as he tried to kick down the door, Y/n's eyes widening as she rushed over to try to calm him down.

"Hey, hey. Chill man, it's just a door jeez." JJ turned to face her, pushing her back lightly until he could stand over her as she pressed her body against the door.

"Why the hell are we locked in L/N?" Y/n'e eyes widened as she moved her hand to try the lock, scowling as she finally turned her face away from him to aggressively try to open the door, looking back at him with a shrug.

"I don't know, i just came here to make pancakes alright? You don't always have to be on my dick Maybank." Y/n pushed him back, gently so he didn't feel threatened and went to walk past him but JJ was quicker, grabbing her arm and pushing her back against the door.

"What does that mean?" JJ glared at Y/n as she rolled her eyes, going to push him away harsher this time but he grabbed her wrists and pressed himself against her.

"It means you're always starting a fight with me, like now, for no damn reason JJ. I haven't done shit to you so let me go and stop with this bullshit." Y/n was now getting angry, she put up with a lot from JJ, the small comments, the undermining and ignoring but she wasn't going to be pushed around because he threw his toys out the pram.

"You're so annoying you know that right? You come in, push your way into the group, get everyone jobs with you and rub it in our faces how much money you have." JJ ranted, Y/n having enough as she finally pushed him back, her hands on his shirt as she pushed him against the door mimicking how he'd held her there before.

"Do you hear yourself? I was invited, i thought i'd do something nice and help you guys out. I don't give a shit if you have a problem with my money, i earn it, i'll spend it on whoever and whatever i want. I get it, Kook Princess or whatever nickname you've given to me is infiltrating your family. But don't start on me for something i didn't even do." JJ's eyes hadn't left Y/n's face since she'd pushed him against the door, he wanted to feel angry, wanted to hate her but the way she pressed against him and the spark in her eyes was really not something he expected to turn him on so much. Instead JJ just let himself be impulsive, grabbing her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss as he pressed himself into her, Y/n freezing as he did until she found her wits pushing him off her.

"Are you fucking serious? You don't get to treat me like shit and then kiss me." Y/n scowled at JJ but he was too busy containing the urge to do it again, he wanted to push her against the door and fuck her until she didn't know her own name. He realised that all the comments, negativity had been him hiding the attraction to a kook, and whenever he'd looked at her with annoyance he'd been discreetly wishing she'd look over and notice him. Now she was noticing him just not the way he wanted, he wasn't used to being talked back to like that, not from a hot girl who he'd kissed at least. He'd unleashed her fury and he was ready to let her take it on him anyway she wanted as long as he could kiss her again.

"You're really hot when you're mad." JJ blurted, not thinking as he grabbed her hips pulling her into him as she raised an eyebrow and dropped her eyes to where he held her against him.

"Are you bipolar or just deranged?" Y/n scoffed, moving to push JJ off her when he flipped their position, his hands pushing her hips into the door as he leaned over her.

"I mean it. I've always thought you're hot and i just didn't know how to act being attracted to a kook." Y/n almost laughed at how ridiculous he sounded, just shaking her head in disbelief with an odd smile that made JJ want to drop to his knees.

"You're unbelievable dude." Y/n finally pushed him away, walking back to the kitchen where she began cleaning up, trying not to think about how good JJ felt against her and how she wanted to get out all her frustration by fucking him. JJ watched her before he slinked next to her, watching her closer as he leant against the sink, his hear invading her body as she washed up wanting to ignore how she could feel his eyes tearing her clothes off with each gaze.

"Come on, don't tell me you've never thought about it...late at night in your princess bed, silk sheets, silk pjs and pretty lace panties for your fingers to slip under." JJ got closer as he spoke, cornering her against the counter as he ran his hands gently along her hips and upper thighs, eyes searching hers as his voice dropped to a whisper. Y/n gulping as she dropped her eyes to her lips then back to his eyes, squeezing her thighs which he felt against his fingers making them dig in as he held himself back from hoisting her up and spreading her open for his breakfast.

"Sounds like you've thought of it a lot JJ. But i'll let you in on a little secret, when i wear my silk pjs i don't wear panties." Y/n leant forward, pressing her chest against him as she whispered in his ear, a smirk on her face as she blew hot air onto his neck feeling him grip her tightly. JJ was quick once the words processed and in seconds Y/n's front was flush against the counter, his hands dragging her shorts down as she whined at the bruises she could feel forming where her hips connected to the wood.

"Fucking hell Princess, you should know better than to tease me." Y/n went to snap back at him but the words died in her throat as his fingers ran along her underwear, her hands gripping the counter as JJ teased her, pressing the fabric against her as he pushed her hair back and kissed her neck.

"Cat got your tongue?" JJ teased as he waited for Y/n to go to speak again, pushing her underwear to the side and circling her clit as she choked on the words.

"You-fuck." Y/n gripped the counter as she dropped her head, JJ grinning as he moved at hand to hair and pulled her head back, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. Y/n shuddering as he spoke, his hand moving to push two fingers into her as she gasped.

"You look so pretty like this." Y/n whining as he pumped his fingers harder in and out of her, his hand tangling in her hair as he sucked a dark hickey under her ear.

"If you're gonna fuck me JJ atleast make it worth my time." Y/n managed to spit out, her thighs shaking as she held in her moans, not able to stop herself from annoying him more since he'd spent months being a dick to her.

"Haha Princess, you're going to regret that." Y/n smirked as JJ ripped down her underwear, struggling with his shorts as he shook with anticipation, Y/n pushing her hips back into his hands as he groaned forcing his zipper opening.

"Are you sure you've done this before Maybank? You seem anxious." Y/n teased, feeling his hands on her hips before he lifted one and landed a harsh smack to her ass making her moan and jerk forward but JJ brought her straight back and pushed into her.

"Fuck." Y/n moaned, his hand moving from her hip to her back and upto hold her hair against as he pulled her back against his front, slinking his hand around to grasp her throat.

"Jesus Y/n, you're so fucking wet." JJ groaned, keeping his grip on her throat and hip as he thrust into her, one of her hands moving to hold the one on her throat as she moaned. JJ panting as he thrust deeper, feeling how her thighs shook and nails gripped his hand, digging in and leaving small crescents in their wake. Her moans encouraging him as he felt her squeeze him, his hand dropping to her shoulder as he left bites and kisses as he hit the perfect spot. Her hand now drawing blood as she squeeze him tightly, moaning his name as hand giving out as JJ let go of her throat. Her front dropping onto the counter as she cried out his name, the new angle making her orgasm spike, his hand in her hair as he went faster.

"J...JJ, can't." Y/n begged, slapping his hips as she teetered over the edge again, JJ throwing his head back as he tried to fight off his own orgasm but the way her pussy was clenching around him, drenching the base of cock so deliciously he was sure his shorts were soaked too.

"You can baby, you can." JJ spoke, voice strained as he thrust harsher into her, Y/n whining as she came again, JJ shuddering and moaning her name as he came.

"Shit shit." JJ panicked, pulling out as he came over her, his cum dripping out her pussy and down her thighs aswell as where he'd half painted her ass.

"JJ." Y/n half moaned, out of breath as she turned her head, the blonde boy nodding as he cleaned her up slowly, careful of where his hand print now covered her butt making him grin to himself. Y/n finding the energy to push herself up, JJ pulling her underwear and shorts up as she turned to face him, his shorts half done up and boxers low on his hips as he pushed back his hair.

"So...do you wanna have after sex pancakes?" JJ spoke, all the confidence he had was suddenly gone, replaced by an anxiety that he wasn't used to when talking to girls.

"I want something else first." Y/n didn't give him a chance to ask what, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss as he melted against her, grinning into the kiss as he held her face. The pair pulling back with matching looks before JJ took her hand and pulled her towards the pancakes, both joking and laughing about JJ's petty past months before the front door opened and the pogues all filtered in.

"So you guys didn't kill each other?" John B joked, looking around for JJ's dead body or signs of a fight instead found the pair eating pancaked with grins, turning to look at the other pogues.

"We worked it all out." Y/n spoke with a grin, JJ giving her a matching cheeky grin as they tried not to let everyone know what had happened.

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Rated T | Steddie Week Day 3: First Kiss | 2900 Words | Complete

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With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.” Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie. A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer. My entry for @steddie-week Day 3, for the prompt first kiss! Yes, indeed, I was inspired to write this fic by this gifset I reblogged a few days ago.

It started at a party.

Well, actually it started in the literal manifestation of Hell as they trudged through the forest to Nancy’s house, but it properly started at a party.

It was the first party since the dust settled after defeating Vecna. Eddie was mostly recovered, and Max was out of the hospital and on the mend. It was finally time to celebrate everything, so Steve provided the venue. There was plenty of space, plus he had a pool, and the neighbours still hadn’t returned since the “earthquake.”

Everyone was there, even the rest of Eddie’s Hellfire Club, and it felt great. Having everyone they all held dear under one roof laughing, eating, drinking.

Steve was spending most of the party playing host, but finally around midnight he was snagged by a certain metalhead and dragged over to the pool chairs. Glancing around, Steve looked for Eddie’s friends, but he didn’t see any of them. They weren’t the only people outside, but everyone else was either sitting at the other side of the pool or around the side of the house having a smoke.

It was weird for Eddie to single Steve out these days. He had been avoiding Steve, or at least that was what it felt like. They had been close to inseparable after Vecna, especially with how much assistance Eddie needed while he was recovering.

Then Eddie pulled away, put some distance between them and Steve tried to be okay with that.

It didn’t help that Steve had realized he was in love with Eddie, but he was committed to be okay with whatever Eddie gave him.

So yes, with Eddie pulling him aside now and leaning close as he giggled and retold a story about something that happened earlier that evening, all while still holding his wrist… Steve was struggling.

It was obvious that Eddie was drunk, his words slurring together a bit and his smile wide and bright. Steve was captivated, smiling dazedly under the eternal sunshine beaming from the boy in front of him. How could anyone have ever been afraid of Eddie, he wondered not for the first time.

“What?” Eddie asked, sitting up to take a drink of his beer before putting the bottle on the table.

Steve shook his head, breaking away from his thoughts. “Just missed you, man,” he confessed, cringing a bit as he realized what he said.

Eddie made a face. “I’ve been around. You saw me like, last week,” he said with a bit of pout, but he did glance away a bit.

“Yeah, I did, you’re right,” Steve conceded, keeping his tone light. “Last week.”

Because, yeah, they’d seen each other last week for about ten minutes while Steve picked Dustin up from Eddie’s trailer. He didn’t want to ruin Eddie’s good mood by pointing out they used to see each other daily.

“You’ve still got your little frown line,” Eddie said, scrunching up his face as he poked the space between Steve’s eyebrows. “How’d’you smile and frown at the same time?”

“I’m not frowning!” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes.

“You are!” Eddie insisted with a giggle of his own before he sat up straight. “What’re you thinking about?”

Steve sighed and shrugged. “I just wish we hung out more. You always blow off the plans I try to make with you, and you don’t invite me to stuff anymore,” he admitted, and he barely stopped himself from shrugging again. “I figured you just didn’t want to be my friend, or you couldn’t after everything, and I was working on being okay with that but then you do this…”

Steve trailed off, gesturing between them as Eddie considered him thoughtfully.

“When did I blow off plans with you?” Eddie asked, and Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I really don’t want to do this, Eds, it’s fine,” Steve insisted, and the other man just giggled at that.

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, y’only say shit is fine when it def’nitly isn’t,” Eddie said very seriously, even if the words began to slur together even worse.

“Then it’s okay! Not fine, okay!” Steve said, trying to end this particular line of conversation.

Eddie frowned at Steve. “You’re saying you miss me but now you’re not talking to me,” he said with a pout and Steve’s mouth actually dropped open, shocked that Eddie would have the audacity to actually turn this on him.

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a huge downer over nothing when you’re probably drunk enough that you won’t even remember half of this conversation tomorrow,” Steve said after taking a deep breath so he didn’t snap and say something bitchy and mean.

“‘M not that drunk. And it’s not nothing if you’re upset about it, Steve,” Eddie replied.

“You blew me off constantly when I’d invite you over to watch movies, but I got the hint loud and clear eventually,” Steve said in a rush, rolling his eyes as he added, “Especially after finding out you invited Jonathan and Argyle over to watch a movie the same night you blew me off two weeks ago.”

He hated how bitter he sounded tacking on that last part, but still… It kind of hurt to come in second to Jonathan Byers again, even if it wasn’t in the same way like it had been with Nancy.

“That was—I was hanging out with the boys, and Argyle was bringing some—” Eddie started to explain but stopped when Steve shook his head.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Eds. This is exactly why I didn’t want to get into this. I don’t want you feeling bad because you don’t want to spend your time with me,” Steve insisted, scrubbing his hand over his face. Eddie was still holding onto his other wrist, and selfishly he didn’t try to pull away, soaking up the contact for a bit longer.

“But I do wanna spend time with you,” Eddie said and Steve couldn’t help his incredulous snort.

“Funny way of showing it, Eds,” he tried to tease, but it came out sounding bitter and almost mean.

“I wanna kiss you,” Eddie declared, pointblank and without preamble, and Steve felt his heart all the way up in his throat as he blinked at him for several long moments.

“What?” Steve finally asked, feeling a helpless, hopeful smile pulling at his lips.

Eddie glanced at Steve’s lips before he sat up straight and rolled his shoulders back. With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.”

Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie.

A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer.

There was that moment where Steve knew he had to stop this because Eddie was a lot more drunk than he was letting on, and Steve was too sober to ignore that.

But just as Eddie moved to finish closing the distance, his eyes rolled back and he passed out, folding right over at the hips and landing with his face in Steve’s lap.

Puckering his lips at the empty space in front of him, Steve sighed a laugh and looked down at Eddie with a fond smile.

He’d definitely be picking this up with him in the morning.

“Oh, gross, what are you two doing out here? There’re still kids running around.”

Steve jumped and looked over at Eddie’s friends standing there with wide eyes. “Nothing! We’re—he just passed out, we’re not doing anything,” he said quickly, lifting his hands. It didn’t help that the implication had something below the belt twitching with interest. “Seriously, we were just talking and then he passed out.”

The three boys considered him carefully before the one in the middle, Gareth, smirked.

“Is he finally done being an idiot?” he asked, and when Steve started to try to cover up what they had sort of been talking about, Gareth shook his head. “Listen, Steve, let’s cut the crap. We saw how your conversation was about to go, we know you like him, we know he likes you, whatever, it’s cool. So, tell us, is he done being an idiot?”

Steve sucked in a slow breath before smirking. “I mean, will he ever actually stop being a bit of an idiot?” he asked with a one-shouldered shrug and the boys burst into laughter.

❖

Steve managed to rouse Eddie enough to get him to at least stand up but getting him to walk had been a nightmare. Then Eddie whined to be carried and when Steve said he was too heavy to carry, Eddie said Steve had carried him before which was fair. Then Steve pointed out that Eddie had also been missing more than half his blood at the time so…

Eddie was not swayed so Steve just rolled his eyes and bent a bit so Eddie could climb onto his back. It was actually a lot easier to carry Eddie when he was at least somewhat helping, but Steve still bitched the entire way up to his room.

Depositing Eddie onto the bed, he started taking his shoes off and then defaulted into helping Eddie with the fly of his jeans, like he did for months while Eddie worked on getting his fine motor skills back. When Steve glanced up at Eddie, he couldn’t help the snort that burst out of him.

Eddie was looking at Steve crouching between his legs without lifting his head, still grinning giddily. The angle was unbelievably unflattering, yet so endearing that Steve just grinned back.

“Tryin’a get int’my pants, Stevie?” Eddie asked, waggling his brow suggestively and Steve laughed.

“Eds, I’ve been trying for months,” he admitted with an eye-roll. Steve just continued to work Eddie’s tight jeans down his thighs and gestured. “But, looks like I’m succeeding, so no. I’m not trying right now.”

Eddie giggled madly, barely helping as Steve sat him up to take his leather jacket off. Then Eddie began to lift his shirt over his head and Steve grabbed his hands.

“Whoa, hold your horses, we’re not actually doing any of that while you’re drunk,” Steve said firmly, and Eddie pouted again.

“’M barely even tipsy,” Eddie insisted, and Steve snorted.

“You literally passed out in my lap and needed me to carry you up here,” Steve said flatly, and Eddie blew a disturbingly wet raspberry at him.

“Whatever, Stevie,” Eddie grumbled, but then went back to trying to take his shirt off. When Steve went to stop him again, Eddie dodged his hands which had him tipping over dizzily with a giggle. “Dude’m not tryin’a fuck. Can’t sleep wearin’a shirt. Hurts.”

Steve lifted a skeptical eyebrow but decided to go with it and helped Eddie remove his shirt. Once he was shirtless, Eddie flopped back onto the bed while stretching luxuriously, and Steve quickly looked away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look, it would just be really inappropriate to ogle him.

“C’mon, Stevie, you can look,” Eddie cooed, and Steve rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“No, I can’t, because I have to go back to that party and if I look at you, I won’t want to,” Steve said, being honest about his attraction to Eddie coming so easily to him now that he knew it was reciprocated. He’d suspected before, but when Eddie pulled away, he’d convinced himself that he had imagined Eddie’s interest.

“You don’t have to go back down there. People’ll go home on their own,” Eddie insisted, and Steve shook his head.

“Eds—”

“I don’t wanna be alone,” Eddie said and something in his voice caught Steve’s attention.

Eddie wasn’t looking at him anymore, and he wasn’t stretched out. Eddie was curled up on his side, chewing one of his thumbnails and blushing. He looked unsure, self-conscious even and Steve didn’t like that at all.

“Hey, Eds, it’s okay I’ll stay up here with you,” Steve said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting his hand on Eddie’s arm comfortingly. “You think you can handle brushing your teeth before bed?”

Eddie turned a bright smile on Steve and nodded happily.

Steve was happy he had kept the extra toothbrush for Eddie in the bathroom. When he was recovering and the nightmares were nightly occurrences, Eddie had spent the night at Steve’s place a lot, so Steve set him up with his own set of toiletries in his bathroom. That way, Eddie didn’t have to remember to cart his own stuff back and forth, Steve had reasoned.

It had been weeks since the last time Eddie stayed the night, but it was all still there just waiting for Eddie to return.

When they first entered the bathroom, Eddie’s eyes immediately landed on his toothbrush still set in the cup next to the sink with Steve’s, and then the shampoo and conditioner that was his preference still on the edge of the tub. Pulling a face, Eddie looked at Steve.

“I’m fucking stupid, aren’t I?” he asked, and Steve’s eyes widened.

“No, Eds, not at all?” Steve said firmly, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

At that, Eddie just shook his head with a light smile and got to work brushing his teeth, Steve following suit.

By the time they were back in Steve’s room, Eddie seemed a bit more sober. His words were a lot less slurred, and his eyes seemed more lucid. Steve tucked him into the bed and then started to get undressed himself, opting to go to bed in just his boxers as well.

When he turned around, Steve abruptly stopped when he came face to face with Eddie. He’d crawled to the end of the bed while Steve had gotten undressed, and he immediately reached out to grab Steve’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” he said sheepishly, holding a hand up to stop Steve’s arguments. “I shouldn’t’ve avoided you.”

Steve wanted to blow the apology off, but he could tell this was important for Eddie, so he just said, “Apology accepted.”

Eddie smiled at that, his dimples at full force, and he reached up to cup Steve’s face with both hands. “I’m not super drunk anymore,” he added cheekily, and Steve snorted.

“We’re not having sex tonight—”

“Not asking for that right now,” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m going to kiss you, Stevie.”

The conviction in Eddie’s voice, the firmness of his cool hands on Steve’s face, was enough to root Steve where he stood. Swallowing thickly, Steve nodded quickly and stepped closer to the bed.

“You sure don’t want to wait until tomorrow when you’re for sure sober?” he asked a bit nervously and Eddie laughed.

“I’m sure. My teeth are brushed, my breath is fresh. Right now is fucking perfect for my first kiss with Steve Harrington,” Eddie groaned, leaning closer and tilting his mouth upward.

“You imagined how this would play out a lot?” Steve asked teasingly, not quite angling his mouth for Eddie to kiss just yet.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole,” Eddie growled through a laugh, and then their lips finally met.

It was perfect, starting sweet and chaste, just the gentle press and slide of lips. Then Eddie made a soft sound in the back of his throat that had Steve groaning, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair to pull him in deeper while his other arm wrapped around his waist. Eddie clung to him, giggling against Steve’s lips as he opened his mouth for a searching tongue.

Steve knew they were getting in too deep, they were moving too quickly and had to slow it back down before they did something they both might regret in the morning.

Thank God for Robin Buckley.

“Hey, Dingus, why’re you—oh my God?”

The bedroom door had slammed open and Steve broke away from the kiss to see Robin whipping around so she was facing the hallway instead. Eddie was giggling and would have fallen back on the bed if Steve wasn’t holding him up.

“What’s up, Robs?” Steve asked and Robin started laughing nervously.

“I was just looking for you, and Gareth said you went upstairs and now that I think about the look on his face I’m realizing he was pranking me. I’m gonna kill him, I swear I wouldn’t’ve come in here if I knew, I mean it,” Robin babbled before turning around slowly. She took in the fact that they were wearing their boxers and let out a sigh of relief. “You’re staying up here for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, Eddie’s kinda wasted—” Steve started and Eddie interrupted with a fit of giggles.

“I am not!” Eddie managed to say and he looked at Robin. “I’m not wasted. I’m tipsy, and Stevie is gonna cuddle with me now. Only cuddles, though, ‘cos he’s all noble and shit. Barely got him to kiss me.”

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately before returning his attention to Robin. “You need anything, Robs?”

“Nope! Not a thing! I’ll make sure everything’s locked up for you, okay?” Robin replied, grinning as she backed out of the room, slowly closing the door behind herself. “Goodnight boys!”

As the door clicked shut, they looked back at each other, matching grins on their faces.

“One more kiss?” Eddie asked softly, and Steve couldn’t deny him anything.

“Yeah, one more,” Steve sighed and their lips met once again.

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metallicaislife · 11 months

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Phone Call Confession

A/N: I love this video!! It was one of the first video's I watched of Metallica. ❤️

Requested by: @dallysnecklace

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 845

Warnings: none

“Hey babe, time to wake up.”

My eyes fluttered open as Kirk rubbed my shoulder softly bringing me back to consciousness.

“Are we here?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Yeah, I let you sleep in.” He smiled. I sleepily smiled back.

“Thank you, love. I’ll be ready in 5.” I said and got up. I quickly brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, touched up on my makeup and changed into something that wasn’t wrinkly.

“Ready, babe?” Kirk asked, handing me a water.

“Yes, thank you.” I took a sip. Our fingers interlocked as we walked off the bus. I made eye contact with the person who had the camera. We knew they would be filming, but it’s probably just for archive footage so I don’t mind. By the time this video is released, Kirk and I will have gone public with our relationship.

We’ve been dating for a while now, but I’m not famous and the band is just starting to get the recognition they deserve, so other than family and close friends we opted to keep our relationship private for the time being.

We entered the building and were herded into the room that had five phones, one for each member and the lady who runs the radio station.

Kirk sat on the desk that had the phone he would use on it. I sat in the chair next to him and immediately plopped my head in his lap. He gave a soft chuckle and played with my hair.

I tuned the lady out as she explained to them what they were going to be doing. It didn’t pertain to me so I spaced out doing my best to stay awake.

“Can I get you guys anything?” The lady asked.

“Can I get a beer, and a tea?” Kirk asked.

“Yeah, of course.” She smiled and left to go retrieve the beverages.

“Double fisting it?” I asked, resting my chin on his lap looking up.

“The tea is for you silly.” He said tapping my nose.

“Thank you.” I grinned.

The lady came back shortly, the tea was helping me to wake up and be a little bit more alert.

Soon the calls started coming in. It was fun to hear the guys talking to their fans. I couldn’t help playing with Kirk’s hand that wasn’t holding the phone. In between calls he would chat with me softly trying to keep me entertained even though he didn’t need to. I am always happy just to be with him and the other guys.

I was aware of the camera, but didn’t pay much attention to it.

The next call that came went to Cliff. Kirk and I were giggling softly trying not to interrupt Cliff or the others. I had noticed James plugging his ear trying to focus on what the person on the line was saying, poor guy. I thought it was ironic when Lars moved his hand indicating the person on the other line was a big talker.

“Uh, yeah, you can talk to him, hold on.” Cliff said, I turned to him and locked eyes. His hazel eyes showed a little bit of confusion. He pulled the phone from his ear and covered the mouthpiece.

“They want to talk to you, Kirk.” He said.

“Huh? Okay…” Kirk stood and took the phone from Cliff. Cliff moved and sat where Kirk was.

“Is this rolling live?” Cliff leaned over and asked the lady and she nodded.

“Yeah, this is broadcasting on our college news channel.” She responded.

My eyes widened and I turned my focus back to Kirk.

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” You heard Kirk answer. “We’ve been dating for 8 months.” He paused letting the other person talk, his eyes met mine and he patted his lap. I got up and sat down. “Yeah, I love her, she is great. She supports me and the other guys and is not a distraction in any sense.” He replied, his arm instinctively wrapped around me and his thumb rubbed my hip. “Aw, thanks man. It was nice talking to you.” Kirk hung up. My cheeks were aflame. I suppose our relationship was out in the open a little earlier than we wanted but, it didn’t change anything. I still love him and will continue to support him.

Kirk looked directly at the camera.

“This is Y/N, and she’s been my girlfriend the past 8 months and we've been best friends for years.” He announced. I smiled and waved, then he pulled my face to his and gave me a sweet kiss.

“Aw thank god, you have no idea how many times I accidentally spilled the beans.” Lars said, covering his heart.

We all laughed and they continued on with the phone calls and interviews.

“Was that okay, babe?” Kirk asked softly and I nodded.

“Most definitely.” I smiled and kissed his nose.

“I’m glad.” He said and gave me another short kiss, before answering another phone call.

I am ecstatic I no longer have to hide my love for Kirk from the world.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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Bob (M 30s),an acquaintance for a few years. Met him at his work a store where he’d come up & chat with us (spouse & I 50s). Had some interests in common so we invited him to game nights, never came. Bob would contact us online occasionally or at his work. Usually he needed help with something like his computer. Sometimes we gave him, old bits of hardware that were gathering dust as upgrades. Bob brought us beer like twice to thank us.

After we helped Bob would disappear for months at a time. Wouldn’t hear from him at all unless we happened to run into him at work or he needed something. The occasional ‘hey how are you’ online, we would talk to him maybe 2-3 times a year at most. Never accepted invitations to come over so we stopped asking. So, we never hung out with this guy socially at all.

Recently he just shows up at our house around midnight & leaves a note saying he can’t contact us online but he needs our help. I left a note saying if he can’t contact us online not sure how we are going to talk but he can leave a note if he wants. We are not fans of people just dropping by. The next night he leaves a note saying his car isn’t running right & can he borrow one of ours for a few hours, (we have 2 but only 1 works). He said ‘he just wants to get out of here’. hours/out of here seems contradictory. The next note asks which car he can borrow.

I leave a note that no, we can not help him only 1 works & we don’t know him well enough to lend him a car even if they both did. He was freaking my spouse out so I told him not to come back. He read the note & said ‘OK’ which we heard on the sec camera.

Next day he parks on the access road in the park that is behind our house & is just separated by a thin treeline. He walks around our backyard, talking to himself, goes into our garage & spends a while poking around then leaves after more wandering around our yard. At this point we realized he has been parking back behind our house all week. We checked the footage, yes he was. He knew to come leave a note because he was watching when we had lights on. Spouse freaked & called the cops. I might not have but they were called. Cops talked to Bob not sure what else.

Next day he comes back. He says on camera ‘he won’t take a car now without permission because the cops scared him’.

Um.

He also leaves another note asking about the nonworking car, if we could give him the pink slip when he takes it. That he is broke & hungry.

He says ‘twice he was told to contact us to help him’.

By whom?

Spouse calls the cops who get to our place long after Bob left. We explain everything, show them the notes & the cop says he’s getting a warrant for stalking. A few days later Bob is arrested, court date set which he doesn’t show up to. No idea where he is now.

I feel like I ATAH because the cops got called on an obviously mentally ill person who was just asking for help, but we live in a rural area and there are no mental health resources to call. So… AITAH here?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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silentglassbreak · 8 months

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Noah Sebastian x OFC

This story is flying out of me folks. Hope the few readers I have so far are enjoying! Again, if you want to be tagged, lemme know.

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying, this is a work of fiction. All of my words are my own. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 4 - Never Know

The ride back to Calabasas was surprisingly more comfortable than I expected. Once it was just the two of us, Noah had become rather chatty, going on about the show, the crowd, the lighting that kept pissing him off, the meet and greet.

“It always amazes me how many people walk around with my face on their shirts.” He laughed to himself.

“Yeah, I’ve always found that kind of strange, wearing another human on your body.”

I felt his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head.

“That sounded very serial killer-ish?” His tone was apprehensive and playful.

“Who says that’s not what I meant?” I managed to hold my composure for about 30 seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter, him following right behind.

“Yeah, sure pipsqueak.”

My jaw dropped. “Excuse me! Not all of us are walking Elm trees, okay?!”

“Yeah, and not all of us are shorter than 5 feet!”

My hand batted over at him, his arms flailing in defense while he laughed at me.

“I am five-foot-one, mister!”

He held his stomach, his laughter roaring.

I set my head back on the headrest, my wheels inching forward at a snail’s pace. Normally, a drive to Calabasas from Hollywood would only take about 45 minutes, but a wreck on the 101 Freeway had us in gridlock. We had already been sitting, barely moving for about thirty minutes.

Normally, I wouldn’t mind. We had good music on the radio, it was a cool, crisp evening, and Noah was plenty good company. However, my bladder was going to betray me soon, and I could feel it.

I squirmed in my seat for a moment, trying to arrange my jeans to take some pressure off my bladder. I must have been obvious, because Noah spoke up.

“You okay?”

I stopped wiggling immediately. “Hm?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Oh, yeah. Just getting restless.”

“You sure?”

I smiled earnestly. “Yeah.”

“Well I don’t know about you but I’ve got to pee like a motherfucker.”

I sighed loudly. “Oh my GOD me too!”

He laughed and turned the heat up in the car. I looked over at him inquisitively’

He put his hands up. “It helps. I don’t know why, but it helps.”

Thirty more minutes of traffic and we were finally driving winding roads through neighborhoods I had only dreamed of. I helped sell houses, but not houses like this. He finally directed me to a gated driveway, where he got out and held his wallet up to a small terminal. Slowly the gate creaked open, and he jumped back in the car.

“You want to come in and use the restroom?”

I bit my lip, staring up at the huge house before me. It was intimidating just to look at, let alone imagine myself inside of.

“Erm…” I nervously picked at my fingernail. “That’s okay, I can wait.”

He gave me a look that told me he wasn’t accepting that. “No you can’t, c’mon. No one will be home for a while.”

He hopped out before I could protest further. The call of nature was stronger than my will to fight, so I followed, hastily grabbing my purse and hitting the door locks.

I followed him up a pathway through a large grassy yard, through a door that I couldn’t even guess how tall it was.

When we walked in, I was surprised. It wasn’t how I pictured a rock band to live. He had mentioned him and the entire band lived there. I’m not entirely sure what I expected, piles of beer cans? Guitars everywhere? Random studio equipment? It felt silly now, thinking it back over.

It was normal. Sure, there were guitars hung over the mantle neatly, obviously not played much, with framed records hung between. But the couch looked so comfortable, a throw blanket draped over the back. The staircase wound through the living room, and beyond I imagined the kitchen was somewhere deeper into the home.

“Bathroom’s right there.” Noah pointed to a door just off the staircase. “I’m going to use the one in my room. I’m going to change real quick too. I’ll only be a sec.”

And with that, he was bounding up the staircase, two steps at a time. He really did have to pee.

I cautiously made my way over to the door he pointed out. Inside I found a half bathroom, only a toilet and sink. Black rugs lined the floor and bright red towels hung from the holders. I locked the door and quickly made my way to the toilet.

Washing my hands, I happened to glance at myself in the mirror. Holy fuck, I was a mess.

My eyeliner and mascara were smeared under my eyes, my jet black hair was frizzed, and I had something on my sweater. What the hell did I manage to spill on myself?! Nachos. The god damn nachos.

I quickly took my sweater off, exposing my plain black tank top underneath, tying it around my waist. I pulled my contact case from my purse and easily removed my lenses, before splashing water on my cheeks and rubbing dampened toilet paper under my eyes to rid the excess smudgy liner.

I slipped my glasses on quickly, cursing the metal frames for aging me at least ten years, and threw my hair up in a ponytail, smoothing it out as best as I could.

When I came out of the bathroom, I heard footsteps from the top of the staircase.

“Better?” I looked up at him, hands clutching around the strap of my cross-body bag.

“Much, thank you.”

Noah had a curious smile on his face that made me rebalance my weight in each foot. “What?”

He shook his head and made his way down the stairs. “Nice glasses.”

I instinctively turned my face away. When I looked back, he was next to me. His eyes caught mine in a trance, dark and looming. I couldn’t feel if I was breathing anymore, and I’m not entirely sure if I cared in that moment.

That ‘moment’ went on for longer than I would’ve liked before his eyebrows shot up.

“Sugar!”

This broke me from my daze, confusing me. I raised an eyebrow but too quick, he grabbed me by the wrist and started leading me to the kitchen past the staircase.

“We need sugar.” He let go of me at the counter, opening the freezer drawer of the fridge. He came out with a tub of vanilla ice cream, and loudly pulled two spoons out of the drawer next to me, dropping one in front of me.

Flipping the top off of the tub, he dug his spoon in and stuffed it into his mouth, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. I tried not to stare at him.

“I think I’m okay.”

He shook his head at my argument.

“Nope. You said that as my sponsor, you’d eat ice cream with me if I needed it.” He pointed at the tub. “Eat.”

I raised my eyebrow and picked up the spoon, getting only a touch of ice cream on the end.

“I don’t remember saying exactly that.”

He shrugged, but I still put the sweet, cold spoon in my mouth. It did help.

We sat in silence for a moment, devouring the fresh tub of ice cream for a few minutes before he grabbed it and headed for a tall black table near the countertop. I followed.

We sat adjacent, tub in the center, and continued to gorge.

“So, am I going to get fat from all the sugar?”

This made me chuckle and shake my head. “You’ve got to counteract the carbs. Work out. That also helps because of the endorphins.”

“That sounds like a lot of work.” His tongue was cleaning the underside of the spoon, and I had evidently stopped mid-bite to ogle this, because he smirked at me.

“Sorry.” He sheepishly put the spoon down.

I blinked rapidly and coughed out a giggle. “No, no, I’m sorry.”

Standing up, I turned around and headed for the sink. Quickly rinsing water over my spoon, I set it in the metal basin with a loud clink.

I felt his arm come up beside me, setting his down as well. I hadn’t even heard him walk over.

He didn’t move away from my side, just standing directly behind me. I felt the warmth of his breath on the bare skin at the nape of my neck. His hand was still resting on the countertop to my right and I saw his knuckles turning white where they grasped the edge.

This was bad. I didn’t know what it was, but it was bad.

He did back away after a moment, breathing loudly. I took an extra second to compose myself before turning around.

When I did, there were those eyes again. Boring into me. However, after a second, he smiled, lifting his hand to my face. I was frozen, entirely unaware of what was happening.

His thumb reached up, and swiped across my bottom lip. Is he serious?

When he pulled his hand back, however, the creamy white liquid made me chuckle. I had ice cream on my lip. I reached up and wiped my mouth, while he laughed and just wiped his hand on the sweat pants he was wearing.

“I’m such a mess today.”

He shook his head in response. “I don’t think so.”

And suddenly, the air was thick. Thicker than water. Thicker than syrup. I couldn’t even breathe. His lips were so close. It wouldn’t take much, just a swift movement. A trip? A leer in the wrong direction?

His eyes were studying mine, back and forth. Mine were fixated on his mouth, pink from the cold. Puffy. Absolutely mouth watering.

My body began pulling back, when a hand grabbed me by the back of the neck, fast as lightning, and pulled me in.

His mouth was hot, despite our dessert. His tongue was searching through my mouth, my eyes rolling back behind my lids.

My instincts kicked in and my hands grabbed his shirt, pulling his body closer.

A low, guttural growl escaped his throat before his hand reached down and grabbed my ass, lifting me in the air. He pushed me back onto the countertop so we were at an even level.

I can’t say how long this went on, our mouths fighting each other, my hands gripping his hair. His hands were sliding up and down my thighs, fingertips touching my hips. My body was electric white hot need.

It had been so so long.

But at that moment, that stupid, idiotic fucking moment, my brain kicked in.

He has a girlfriend.

He has a girl-friend!

He has a girlfriend!

YOU’RE HIS FUCKING SPONSOR!

This brought me back, my hands forfeiting his hair, and pushing my body backwards. The back of my head bumped the cabinet behind me, but not hard enough to care.

His pupils were blown wide, making his irises appear to be entirely black.

“Leena…I…I’m so fucking sor-“ But before he could finish, I had hopped down from the counter.

“I have to go.” I padded to the front door, not looking back. I jumped in my truck and nearly peeled away from the driveway, only slowing down to allow the gate to open again.

What the fuck did I just do?

I forced myself to sleep that night, refusing to process what all had just happened.

I regretted it the next day, when I woke up with blackened eye crust and stiff from wearing my hair in a ponytail over night.

I had only the forethought to take my jeans and bra off. I cursed myself when I saw my reflection the following morning. It was horrendous.

My hair was askew, half ripped from the ponytail. My eyes were bloodshot, which is odd given I didn’t think I had cried. Maybe I cried on my way home? Who knows. I actively tried to block it all out.

This was unacceptable behavior from me. I’m the responsible one. The older one. The sober-senior, so to speak.

To only add insult to injury, I had forgotten to grab my energy drinks last night, so I was stuck making a good old fashioned cup of coffee with my barely used Keurig.

While I waited for it to brew, I grabbed my phone out of my purse, groaning when I saw it was on 24% battery. I didn’t even plug it in.

I did notice that I had several fresh texts. One from Laura, one from Abel, and one from Noah.

Naturally, I wanted to open Laura’s first, but my morals forced me to open Noah’s first. He might need his sponsor (which is all I am to him).

Noah: Leena, I can’t even begin to tell you how awful I feel. I’m so so so so so so so sorry. I completely understand if you don’t want to sponsor me anymore. Please just let me know you made it home safe.

Fuck that guy, and how god damn sweet he was. He shouldn’t be apologizing, I should. I should know better.

The text had come in at 11:46PM, right after I left. I sighed, typing a fast response.

Me: Please don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry. I can still sponsor you, maybe we just see each other in group only?

I added a smiley face to hopefully convey that I wasn’t actually angry at him.

His response came too fast for me to ignore.

Noah: I understand. See you Tuesday. I’ll call if I need you.

I felt like the message was almost cold, but I ignored it.

I didn’t even bother texting Laura before calling her.

“Hey babes! I’m so fucking tired this morning. I don’t know how I thought I was going to make it through work today. My back is kill-“

I had to cut her off. “He fucking kissed me.”

The other end went completely silent.

“What?!?!” Her shrill voice mimicked my own panic.

“Yup.”

“I fucking knew you liked him!”

I sneered. “Didn’t you hear me?! He kissed me!”

“Oh okay, so you pushed him off?”

I hesitated. I did, just after being an entire fucking moron for at least two minutes. “Y-Yes.”

My voice was such a God damn traitor.

“Oh no, Leena.” Her tone was serious now. I didn’t even have the balls to respond. “This is bad, babe. You can’t fall for your sponsee.”

“Fall for him?!” My turn to be shrill. “I don’t even know him!”

Poor Angel whined at me from down near my legs. I padded to the back door and let him out.

“Exactly! And see how drawn to him you are already! You need to stay away from him.”

“I’m his sponsor, Laura. I can’t exactly ditch the guy.”

She sighed. “No, but you can keep a distance.”

“Yeah. I told him we should only see each other in group.”

“What did he say?” I read her his response. She tsk’ed. “He’s butthurt.”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“Apparently one he can’t care about too much.”

I sighed. “It’s the alcohol withdrawal, dude. It makes you do stupid shit. Makes you crave…stuff.”

“Like hot little brunette girls?” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh my fucking god.”

She laughed then. “I’m fucking with you.”

“Please don’t. I’m fucking struggling here.” I groaned loudly. “I want a drink so bad.”

Her tone changed. “Babes?” I hung my head over the kitchen counter. “Maybe you should call your sponsor.”

My head snapped up. “You’re right. I’m going to.”

“Call me later if you want.”

I agreed and hung up. Scrolling through my phone, I called the one person I trusted more than myself.

The phone rang only a second before his voice rang out on the other end. “Hey! You okay?”

“Hey Daddy. No, I’m not.”

After a good two hour talk with my Dad, a scalding hot shower, and three pieces of cinnamon toast, I was curled up in bed, arm slung over Angel who thoroughly enjoyed our lazy days, watching The Conjuring. It was nearly 8PM, and I had no other plans. My day off tomorrow would be for laundry and cleaning. Maybe a run? Today was for sulking and healing.

Which I could do, if my phone didn’t start ringing.

Noah’s name flashed across the screen and I groaned before fixing my tone.

“Hello?”

“When does this stop being so fucking hard?” His voice was agitated, and much louder than I was used to. He was worked up, which was dangerous when you’re trying not to drink.

I sat up straight in bed, hitting pause on my remote.

“Noah, what happened?”

I heard him huffing on the other end of the phone. “No, answer that for me. Fucking, please!” He was yelling now.

I stiffened my voice. “Noah, please don’t yell at me.”

I heard him take three calculated breaths.

“I’m sorry. I’m just pissed off.”

I nodded, as if he could see. “It’s okay. Talk to me, what happened?”

“Lily and I got into a fight.”

“Lily?”

“My girlfriend.” I felt my confidence slip.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I tried to tell her I didn’t want to meet her for drinks. That I was still sick. She told me I had been acting so weird and told me I’ve been so off lately.”

I laid back on my pillows, letting him continue to vent.

“Which says a lot because the only difference is, I’ve been fucking SOBER! I’ve been working my ass off to get better, and she tells me I’m essentially boring. Like, I’m a vocalist for fuck’s sake! Alcohol murders my voice! I can’t sing for shit when I’ve been drinking! And I always end up fighting someone. Some rando at the bar, or Nick, or Jolly. It’s a miracle I haven’t been arrested!”

His rant was only getting stronger.

“I want to get healthy. I want to be better. And that’s me being off? She hasn’t even noticed I’ve been sober!”

He made a sound that was something of a growling, which made my stomach flip. I ignored it. But I could hear his breathing slow.

“Feel better?” My voice was small, unsure if he was quite done.

His voice snorted on the other end. “Yeah, I do, actually.”

I smiled, sad. “Good.”

The line was quiet for a few, just breathing from each end.

“Maybe it’s time to tell her, Noah? Maybe you should tell all of them. You’ll be surprised who may support you.” He shrugged.

“I don’t know how.”

“I get that, but you know them better than anyone else. You got this. I’m sure they love you, and will understand.” I’m not sure, but he needs the comfort right now.

“Thanks Mileena.” I had never heard him say my full name. “Sorry for calling.”

I laughed. “Never apologize for needing your sponsor.”

“My friend?”

This made me pause, but I did respond. “Of course.”

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #fanfic

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melonba11s · 3 months

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Too You (Strade/MC Fanfic)

Contains: AFAB MC (Gender Neutral Pronouns), Vaginal Sex, Kissing, Fluff, Mention of Canon typical behavior

A collar symbolized ownership. But he didn’t really treat you like he owned you.

He treated you like a roommate at times, asking you about dinner plans or splitting up chores. Other times like a friend, sitting with you on the couch and talking normally. Sometimes he treated you like a personal punching bag, dragging you to the basement and slicing you open and finding unique ways to make you scream.

And it was only after that was he ever really intimate with you, on his own whims, choosing how you’d pleasure him that day, or… if he was in the right mood, pleasure you-

You stopped thinking about that, not wanting to blush while sitting next to him. Not unless he gave you a good reason too.

“Strade.” you decided to take a chance, try and figure him out. He gave a grunt to show he was listening.

“What am I to you?” you asked as he took a sip of his beer. He cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t stop mid sip to answer. Instead he finished off the can and set the empty container down on the couch side table.

“What brought this on?” he looked amused, giving you a lazy grin as he turned to face you. You looked away, giving a half shrug.

“Just… wanted to know.” You felt stupid now, ashamed. The collar should tell you all you need to know. No matter how he behaved. You were just his.

“… Why don’t you tell me what I am to you?” he relaxed back, propping his elbow on the arm of the couch and resting his cheek in his hand.

Great. Of course he’d turn this on you. You couldn’t help the hot flush on your cheeks now.

“… Kidnapper.” You tried. He laughed and you relaxed a bit, hoping he’d let it go.

His laugh was really charming though. Loud, infectionously cheerful, it took him a moment to come down.

“A kidnapping victim wouldn’t ask their captor what they are to them! Nice try though. Let’s try again. What am I to you?” he sat up, leaning in. He was getting close. You could feel his breath on you.

“Uhm… Friend?” His nose brushed against your cheek. You flinched back. He didn’t laugh again, but he did chuckle.

“Friend, huh? Why so nervous about me touching you then?” A hand on your thigh. “One last chance to tell me the truth… Or else we can do this the hard way.” His hand slid off your thigh, towards his pocket. The pocket that held the remote to your collar.

“..B-Boyfriend.” You blurted it out before he could even slide a finger into the pocket. Was that a look of surprise on his face? A short pause. Then he began to chuckle.

Then laugh.

Then he was howling, leaned back, as far back away as he could lean on the couch. His empty can of beer tipped over and rolled off the table.

And all you could do was sit there and take it. No use in running, you couldn’t leave the house. Fighting back wouldn’t end well.

You really wished you could at least cry. But crying was what he wanted.

So you sat, tuning him out until he calmed down, willing to give you his full attention again.

“So. Show me what it would mean to be your boyfriend then.” He looked satisfied with himself, smug, his arms hung limply at his side, legs spread slightly. Inviting you in. Inviting you to show him by example.

You didn’t know what to do though. Maybe at one point you knew how you’d treat a boyfriend. But months under Strade’s care, only receiving his own messed up version of intimacy after you’d screamed, cried, and begged… It had been erased.

You swallowed, your throat feeling oddly dry. His grin growing, the skin under his eyes crinkling, eyebrows raising as time ticked on.

“What’s wrong? Need me to show you?”

“No.” You answered quickly. Maybe a little too quickly. But you could do this. You just needed to… remember.

Remember romance movies and novels. Hands holding hands, lips meeting lips, cheek to cheek.

A hand resting on his thigh now, as you crawled forward. His expression was unchanging, that same grin on his face as you grew closer.

Inching your face closer to his smile, smelling his breath, gazing deeply into those amber eyes that seemed just a tiny bit apprehensive. Was he nervous about what you were going to do?

You parted your lips ever so slightly, and pressed them against his… It was like kissing a statue. He was oddly still.

You moved a hand up to hold his shoulder, pressing your chest to his. Pulling away after a few moments-

“Do that again.” You had barely stopped as he spoke. You frowned for a moment, but obliged.

And he came to life this time, a warm calloused palm on your cheek as he sighed, licking at your lips just a bit before moving his mouth against yours.

For some reason you expected him to taste violent. Bloody, harsh, like kissing a blade.

He was… so human though. You could taste beer, cigar smoke, skin, sweat…

A slight flinch as his teeth brushed against your lips. He was opening his mouth, getting greedy.

There wasn’t a flash of pain as he sank his fangs in though. Just wet, pushing, as he forced his tongue past your lips.

He was moving fast. Fingers curling into your hair, lapping at the inside of your cheek, sucking on your bottom lip.

It was easy to sink into it, mind overtaken with an emotion that made your heart race and stomach drop. Easy to forget about the collar keeping you in the house.

Because right now, you didn’t think you needed the collar. You’d stay anyways, just to remain like this.

Feeling him swallow, being able to picture his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he broke away to pant softly.

“ha…. fuck.” You opened your eyes. He was still so close, nose rubbing against yours. For once, he wasn’t smiling. Instead he looked needy, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded.

“Didn’t think I’d like it this much…” he let out a shaky laugh. Heat was practically radiating off his body, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and drip down his neck. There was only one other time you saw him like this.

A quick glance down, your body tensing in his grip at the sight of the tent in his pants, just centimeters away from your thigh.

Strade was quick to distract you again though. Grabbing your chin and moving you to look him in the eyes again.

“You have anything else to show me then?” he asked. Yes. You did. A chance for intimacy without a knife being dug into your skin. You were more desperate for it than you thought.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning back, guiding him between your thighs. Despite his size, he seemed to slot perfectly there, leaning over you. His hair framing his face as it slid from behind his ear.

Fingers hooking in the band of your pants, tugging them down impatiently. He was moving too fast.

“Strade, wait” He didn’t listen, you hadn’t expected him too. Instead he buried his face into your neck, groaning as he fought to get your pants off while he was tangled in your legs.

This scenario was mildly familiar. He was losing control. Getting way too into it.

Sliding a hand down his chest to find the button of his pants, unlatching it with sweaty fingers to try and help him along.

He was hard. His hand flying up to fight yours off, fingers tangling for a moment before he pushed his boxers down just enough to pull his cock out. His hips jerking a bit as he stroked himself.

‘Overexcited, like a dog’ you thought to yourself, thoughts that were dashed from your mind as he began kissing you again. Sucking hard on your bottom lip, you couldn’t help but begin to whine, feeling the head of his cock rub against your clit.

It felt like he was teasing himself, your own slick beginning to wet his cock and glisten on it.

Sucking on his tongue as he finally began to slide his cock inside you. He was so excited though, he wasn’t going to last long.

And you were surprised to realize that you wouldn’t either. Something about the entire scenario, sweat soaked skin, feeling the scruff of his chin rub against your cheek.

Your grip on his shoulders was probably growing painful as the sound of panting, moans and skin hitting skin filled the living room.

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” It was overstimulating, and at any other moment you’d be a lot more embarrassed with how vocal you were being.

For once though it felt like he was hitting all the right places, maybe you were delusional enough right now to believe that he was giving a shit about your pleasure too.

Every nerve set alite, fuses blown, you felt like each neuron in your brain was going to explode. A need like no other had taken over, and you let go of his shoulders to wrap your arms around his head, roughly pulling him in closer.

A grunt of surprise from his as your teeth knocked together, pain lancing through your jaw. Pain came second though, as you both came.

It had to be the best orgasm you’d had in a long time, a wave of goose bumps passing over your skin.

Strade looked a bit worse for wear as well, eyes rolled back, biting his lip as he shook before collapsing on top of you.

It was hot. It was sticky. It was unbearably uncomfortable but total bliss as well. You both stayed there for several moments, panting.

“… I guess I’ll be your boyfriend if it means more of this.” Strade finally spoke up, before letting out another chuckle.

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