#bmth x reader

[secretsandwriting]

Random Instagram posts you've made of Oli during your relationship

You can have this as a treat, its been sitting in my drafts since I made the first few ones.

enjoy

[fritz-federleicht]

Cuddle/ Oliver Sykes x reader

Summary: you snuggle under his hoodie

Words: 718

FLUFF

It's a rainy day. The raindrops fall against the windows and create a pleasant atmosphere of safety.

You just got up from bed to make tea for Oli and you. While waiting for the tea to be ready, you stare out the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass.

The tea is finally ready. You take a cup in each hand and balance them in the bedroom.

"Here's your tea." You put Oli's tea on the nightstand.

"Thanks love." Oli looks up from his phone with a grateful smile.

You go to your side and put down your tea. Then you lie down on your side so that you are looking at Oli. He is back on his phone.

You watch his beautiful face, his lips that feel so good on yours, the way his nose is shaped and finally his hazel eyes... looking at you intently.

"Do you like what you see?" Feeling caught, you hide your blushing face behind your hand.

"Don't be embarrassed. I know I'm the most beautiful person on earth." He says, so sure of himself that you chuckle.

"That's right, you are the most beautiful person on earth."

"Yes I know." He answers with a played arrogant look and scrolls further on his phone.

You grin and look at him. How much you love him. You miss his jokes as soon as he's not around, the way he cheers you up when you feel bad... you want to be as close to him as possible right now!

You slide over to Oli. He's wearing an oversized brown hooded jacket. There's definitely enough room for you in it, you think to yourself. You sit down wide-legged on Oli's legs and lift the fabric up. His tattooed stomach appears underneath.

Only now does he look from his phone, probably due to the sudden cold touching his skin. Oli asks, confused. "What are you up to Y/N?"

You ignore him and disappear under his jacket. You crawl up so far that your head almost peeks out the top. You're still under the soft fabric though, breathing in his scent deeply. Your head lies on Oli's chest, your arms wrap around his sides.

His laugh vibrates through his body. "You could have just said you wanted to cuddle."

His arms wrap around you, holding you close.

"Can you even get air under there?" He doesn't wait for an answer and opens the zipper a little bit. You close your eyes at the sudden brightness. "Hey baby." He says with a grin and kisses the top of your head.

"Zip back up or it's going to get cold in here." You complain. You snuggle even closer to Oli, if that's even possible.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so touch starved?" One of his hands strokes the fabric of his jacket and thus your back. The other is on the back of your head.

You nuzzle your nose against his skin. "I just realized how much I love you. And I hate that I can't be even closer to you. I'd love to crawl inside your body."

"Uhm okay, that's a really weird way to tell someone you love them." He says with a confused expression. "But you're a little different anyway." He teases.

You grumble and get comfortable on his chest. The raindrops hitting the window, his heartbeat, and the warmth make you all sleepy. You close your eyes and decide to spend the night on Oli.

You feel him watching you. "Babe? Are you asleep?" He nudges your shoulder.

You don't answer, almost asleep.

He just accepts it. What should he do? He loves you with all his heart and is happy when you are satisfied. He doesn't care if he wakes up the next morning with back pain. The main thing is that you are well.

Oli is on the phone for a short time, then he puts it on the nightstand.

"Oh honey, now you made the tea for nothing." His fingers caress your forehead. "Sleep tight." You feel his lips on your forehead.

"Good night." You answer him and kiss his skin.

He turns off the light. Quickly you fall asleep in his arms. Protected as long as you are with him.

[your-averagewriter]

Follow You.

Summary/request: I would like to request an Oli Sykes x F!reader, ( can she be younger than him?) where they are in a semi secrete relationship ( like you have to really stan the group/him to know that because they are so lowkey). Oli/BMTH has been on tour for a while now and reader starts missing him a lot so she decides to surprise so to make sure it doesn't get spoiled she decides to buy her own ticket. So she has to stand in the queue, get through security and stuff like that. Some fans recognized her and asked for some pictures but she asked them to not post it until after the show. She also got distracted by the merch that she also bought and realized that now she has to stand at the barricade in the far side. And Oli is so shocked for a moment but he introduced her in a really cute way and he also sang follow you with her on stage and I'll leave the rest to you 🙂☺️

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: swearing, kissing

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“I miss you.” I whine through the phone, laying on my bed.

“I miss you too, darlin’.” He replies and I imagine him pacing around his changing room preparing for the show. “But we’re over half way through the tour now.” He tries to assure.

“Yeah, but the tour is really long! There’s loads of shows left.” I say, frowning but then I get an idea during the short silence. There’s still tickets for some of his shows and if they aren’t then I’m sure I could get a ticket anyway - being Oli’s girlfriend comes with a few perks, one being front row tickets to their shows.

“I’m sorry, love, but I’ve gotta go - the stage hand just came in and said it’s five minutes till we’re on.” He says but I can’t really contain my smile.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” I quickly reassure. “I’ve gotta go too.” I say, smiling.

“Okay, I’ll call you after?” He asks and I check my watch.

“Tomorrow?” I ask, sweetly. “It’s already 1:00 am here.” I chuckle.

“Shit. Okay, get some sleep, okay?”

“Yeah, you too, love. Bye.” I hang up and immediately grab my laptop. I sign into ticketmaster and click through the different gigs, there’s one tomorrow which I couldn’t get to so I choose one about a week later. There’s no standing tickets left so I quickly call Dave, one of their manager/finacial guys who I’m friends with.

“Hey, could you get me a standing ticket to that America show I sent to you?”

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I drag my suitcase behind me as I leave the airport. The flight was long but I was sat by myself and just listened to some good music (it might have been Bring Me The Hoirzon because I really miss Oli but that’s not a necessary detail). I get into a taxi and make my way to the hotel I’m staying at, it’s not high end but I’m certainly not sleeping on the streets.

I haven’t checked my phone since I got on the plane as I was a bit stressed out because of all the baggage and airport stuff but I switch it back on and see countless missed calls from Oli.

Sitting in the back of the taxi I call him back. I keep it cool and don’t tell him about how I’m in America now.

The show is in a couple of days so I spend my spare time exploring America, making the most of the time I have here.

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Finally, it’s the day of the show and I get to the venue about 30 minutes before doors open and their were a surprising amount of people already here. But on the way I get distracted by the merch stall, obviously I had to go over to it and check it out. The young guy working there passes me the multiple items of merch I request and I hand him over the cash I owe for them. I get back in the queue and try to stuff all my products in my bag but I can’t fit them all in so I have to put on both the BMTH T-Shirt and the hoodie on top. I manage to get the rest in my bag but I see a couple of women (probably inin their early 20s) looking at me, or at least I think they are. After a few more minutes they come over to me with big smiles.

“Hey, you’re (y/n), right?” One of them asks and I nod.

“The one and only.” I chuckle.

“Can we get a photo?” The other asks.

“You want a photo… with me?” I ask, confused but they just nod eagerly. “Okay then.” I chuckle and they stand next to me. I wrap my arms around their shoulders as they take a couple of selfies.

“You’re so cool.” One of them says.

“What are your names? Seeing as you know mine.” They tell me their names: Hannah and Vivienne although she prefers Viv. “I love your eyeliner by the way!” I point out Hannah’s makeup. “How do you do that?” I ask, impressed.

I exchange numbers with them so that they can send me the photos.

“If you’re gonna post the photo please could you not post it until after the show?”

“Sure, but why?” Viv asks but Hannah gasps, interrupting her.

“Oli doesn’t know that you’re here!” She exclaims and I only smile in response.

We stand in the queue together for a while before doors open and we enter the venue but then we split up. I surprisingly meet a couple more people who ask for photos with me. I’ve never really been asked for a photos before so it was a bit weird.

Finally though I get to a good space (near the front like I planned) and I enjoy the support bands especially A Day To Remember because I'm secretly a big fan of theirs. I dance along and jump around and even mosh a little bit and I have so much fun but then, disappointingly, their set ends. But on a more positive note, that means BMTH will be on soon.

It gets too hot for the hoodie I bought earlier so I attempt to stuff it in my bag but before then I see one of their stage hands that travels around on your with them so I walk over to him with a smile and ask him if I can pop back stage to store my merch. He agrees as he knows me fairly well but I ask him not to tell Oli I'm here and he just smirks at me.

I head back to the floor, hands free and I stand on the far right of the stage at the barrier (much to my delight). I check out the BMTH top I bought earlier and it fits really nicely, it makes my figure look great but it's not really tight.

I wait patiently at the barrier not being able to contain my smile, thinking of the point when Oli sees me. But all the other fans at the barrier must be big BMTH fans too so they're also smiling - I blend in.

A few moments later and graphics start appearing on the board behind where the bands play. And the intro to Can You Feel My Heart? Starts playing and along with the rest of the fans I go a little crazy. I look over and see that a couple of other members see me in the crowd but I raise a finger to my lips signaling for them to not say anything.

A couple of songs later and Oli makes his way off the stage to walk across the barrier which isn't a rare thing, I've seen countless videos of him interacting closely with the fans at the front. I watch carefully and clap as he approaches where I am in the crowd.

He looks straight at me as he makes his way along the barriers and our eyes meet. Smiling at him I watch as his face lights up even more than it had before. He looks shocked which makes me chuckle but he quickly snaps out of it and jogs towards me.

His smile matches my along with a face of relief. He presses his forehead against mine and wraps his arms around my neck. I place a kiss on his lips quickly and a whispered confession.

"I missed you so much." I whisper to him but I can tell by his eyes he heard me.

It's as if the crowd's melted away and it's just us now but the crowd is going crazier than ever tonight.

"Come on." He beckons quietly by my ear so that I can hear him.

"Go up?" I ask confused, this was not part of the plan but he just nods. "Okay then." I say and he calls (with the help of a couple kind fans) lifts me up over the barrier and I end up in a bridal style carry.

I bury my face in his neck, embarrassed.

"Oli, put me down." I say as he carries me to the stage.

"C'mon, darlin'." He says with a toothy smile I simply can't resist.

He climbs up onto stage, somehow still carrying me in his arms but we make it to the center of the stage.

I chuckle nervously as I look out on the arena full of people, fans cheering for Oli. He puts me down gently but keeps his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"This… is (y/n), some if you may know her…" He trails off, placing a kiss on my cheek. "If you didn't you do now. She's…" I expect him to say girlfriend or partner but the rest of his sentence shocks me. "The love of my life." He announces to the hundreds of thousands of people and I look at him slightly shocked. "And I haven't seen her for weeks, months even." He says speaking to the audience but it feels like he's just speaking to me. "For this next song I want you to sing along with us as loud as you can." He looks to me with a sparkle in his eyes and I rest my head on his chest. "This song is called Follow You." He says and cheers erupt again.

The intro to the song starts playing and I look at him, nothing but adoration in my eyes. There is truly no one I'd rather spend my life with than this man and I couldn't be more glad that he feels the same.

He starts rocking slowly holding onto me and starts singing the song. Obviously I know the words to the song, I know all their songs but I don't sing along until he prompts me to with the lowering of the mike to my height.

I look at him doubtfully but he reassures me with his eyes so I start singing gently into the mike. This is definitely one of the best moments of my life.

In a short instrument only section of the song he turns around slightly and places one of his hands on my shoulders and one on my waist. I look at him confused as he starts to slow dance with me but I relax into it, resting my arms around his neck, draped over his shoulder and laying my head on his chest.

"I love you." I says and I smile.

"I love you too." I say and once again forget the crowd are even there.

At the end of the song I'm snapped out of the trance and look back at the crowd, the numerous phone lights and recording cameras that litter the audience. It's quite harsh to look at so I just look at Oli.

"(y/n) (l/n), everyone." He says, releasing me from his arms like a presentation. I smile meekly as the audience cheers and screams, it is overwhelming but in a good way.

"Thank you, everyone for letting this be such a special show and letting (y/n) be here as well." He says, sounding like it's the end of the show but this is only the fourth or fifth song.

"We'll be right back." He says before lovingly dragging me backstage. "You're fucking incredible." He says to me, once his mike is discarded. "I can't believe you." He says wrapping his arms around me, leaving little space for breathing. "Traveling to America, sneaking into one of our shows." He mock chastises.

"You know you love me." I say, my voice slightly muffled my his chest.

"I do, maybe a little too much, darlin'."

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

I loved the request, if any of you guys wanna request things like BMTH or similar then go for it!

[badomensgoodomens]

exhaustion - vessel sleeptoken

after a particularly long show, vessel can't get his body paint off.

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pretty short soz gang

"babe!!!" he calls out, sounding absolutely exhausted. you yawn and open the bathroom door, clad in some red pjs. "can you help me please?" he whispers, you look at him, hes wrecked, slumped in the shower. you nod and grab the soap, he visibly relaxes as you drag your soapy hands up and down his back, the black body paint struggling to wash away.

"how much setting powder did you use?" you murmur, working overtime to wash this shit off.

"whats setting powder?' he asks. you sigh, gently massaging his back. he groans, washing his hair.

"uh oh." you bite your lip, this shit ain't budging. he twists around to look at you. "girl get to scrubbing"

you flick water at him.

he chuckles, scrubbing his abs.

you stare at him.

his v line makes you unwell. lol.

"baby are you nearly finished?" he asks, exhausted. you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder. "yeah sweetie, we can hop out soon. im so proud of you"

you gently wash him, soft hands massaging over his carved out muscles. it was such a simple mundane task, yet it was full of love.

you help his much taller frame out of the shower, his tall ass body pressed against your DRY pajamas. "oi, asshole." you mumble, pushing him away. you wrap him up in a towel and usher him into the bedroom like a child. he collapses onto the bed, naked.

"you don't wanna get changed... or..?"

he grumbles and groans. you giggle. his arms open, reaching for you. you jump onto the bed, an absolute fit of giggles. he takes you into his arms, pressing tired kisses to your forehead.

anndddd that bitch falls asleep.

i'm talking head thrown back, drooling, loud ass snores.

that man is EXHAUSTED.

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anyways gang

i never edit this shit and if its too short idgaf

;)

[veephoenix]

the anger of gods | part ii

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Additional 23-part to my series Into the Abyss of Bad Habits 🌶️

Words: 1.5k | Reading time: less than 6mins. | This takes place after the additional multipart Hearts Like Ours.

Author's note: I said 2 parts but now it's 3, pls don't kill me. I need some time to write the spicy scene so I decided to share this prelude to make the wait more... bearable? *nervous laugh* i'm serious, be patient with me please 🥺

Tags & trigger warnings: established, polygamous relationship, no fluff, angry dominant husbands, mentions of pregnancy, implied/subtle dom/sub dynamics, mentions of edging, mentioned sexual scenario involving a threesome (anal sex male on male, and p in v, both unprotected).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The Anger of Gods - Part II

“Is this a pregnancy test?” Noah asked, his voice cutting through the tension, steady but laced with disbelief. 

Oliver’s lips parted, but no words came out. Noah’s knuckles whitened as he held the test up, his grip just shy of crushing it.

Noah didn’t wait for Oliver to respond. The answer was obvious. The question had been more for himself, a way to convince his own mind that the plastic stick meant something none of them had dared to consider—at least not out loud.

What would have happened if the result had been positive? Things wouldn’t have unfolded the way they would now. 

Noah left the bathroom, moving through the bedroom with Oliver following behind. Both were thinking the same thing: if the result had been different, she would’ve told them. But because it was negative, she’d chosen silence. Worse: however long she’d suspected she might be pregnant, she’d kept it to herself. 

That was what infuriated Noah.

And Oliver. 

She was just leaving the office, empty juice glass in hand, when she nearly collided with Noah. The glass almost slipped from her fingers. She opened her mouth to say something but froze when she saw both her men standing there, their expressions a mix of concern and… fury.

Before she could ask what was going on, Noah stepped forward, causing her to retreat. He was holding the pregnancy test in his hand, up to her face. 

Shit. 

“When were you planning on telling us?”

Noah’s question, along with the way his eyes were riveted on her, shot through her like an arrow. 

She was suddenly frozen. She didn’t have an answer. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. She hadn’t considered what would happen if either of them found the test. 

And now they had. 

And she found herself facing two men—her men—and their anger.  

When Noah read her expression, he scoffed.

“You didn’t plan on telling us,” he guessed. 

She parted her lips, her eyes darting between Noah and Oliver. But no words came. She couldn’t deny it, because he was right. 

“I don’t get it.” Oliver took the test from Noah’s hand and tossed it into the wastebasket under her desk. Her eyes followed the motion. “You thought you might be pregnant, and you decided not to tell us?” His tone was a mix of confusion and disapproval. 

She exhaled, her shoulders dropping. 

“I didn’t want to worry you unnecessarily,” she said. “You can’t blame me for that. If the situation were reversed, you’d had done the same. God knows how many times you’ve kept things from me to spare me from worrying.”

Oliver clicked his tongue. “I’m going to stop you right there, doll.”

“No,” she cut in, raising a hand. She knew them too well—their expressions, their tone, the weight of their words. She was married to both of them, after all. And while she knew explaining might be futile at this point, she had to try. “You don’t get to stop me. The test was negative. I’m not pregnant.”

Both men raised their eyebrows, blinking. 

“That’s it?” Oliver asked. 

She opened her mouth to respond, but Noah beat her to it, being the one to raise a hand this time to silence her. His countenance was rigid, the lines in his features etched.

“Let me get this clear: You think we knocked you up, that you’re PREGNANT,” he said, voice tight. “You think there’s a chance that in nine months we’ll be four in this house. And you keep quiet and when we find out you brush it off like it’s nothing?” 

Hearing it framed that way, she realized how badly she’d miscalculated. But her intentions had been good—she hadn’t wanted to burden them unnecessarily. And ultimately, it had been unnecessary. 

“If I’d told you I had the slightest doubt about the slip up we had last month, you’d have lost your minds,” she argued, frustration creeping into her tone. 

Oliver’s green eyes hardened, his piercing eyes locked on hers. 

Noah’s tone was accusatory when he spoke again and said, “You assured us that Oli came outside.” Then, he raised his voice, the tension spilling over. “You lied to us.”

“I didn’t lie,” she countered, looking at Oliver, searching his face for understanding, but his eyes burned with the same accusation as Noah’s. “I was doubtful. I was supposed to get my period three days ago and I didn’t. I just wanted… to make sure.”

They stared at her for what felt like minutes stretching unbearably, when in fact, it wasn’t more than a few seconds. She shifted on her feet, discomfort coiling in her stomach. She remembered feeling small and intimidated by just a look from these two men years ago, but now, even though she was caught in a losing situation and she knew there’d be consequences, intimidation wasn’t the dominant feeling. It was guilt. Guilt for not thinking things through after she thought she could be pregnant. 

Noah broke the silence with a heavy sigh. He turned toward Oliver. 

“This is your fault.”

Oliver’s brows shot up, his head jerking forward. “What?”

“You left it fucking inside,” Noah snapped.

Oliver stiffened; his jaw tight. “I pulled out right on time!” He shot back, but a flicker of doubt flashed across his face. “I told you I was about to come and yet you kept on fucking me relentlessly, knowing damn well I wasn’t wearing a fucking condom!”

The blame bounced back and forth like a live wire. She watched, her chest tight with the overwhelming swirl of emotions in the room. 

“Noah. Oliver. Listen, we can—”

“No,” they both snapped. They glanced at each other for a moment, anger and frustration mirrored in their eyes before their gazes swung back to her, heavy with reproach. 

“You had your chance to make us listen,” Oliver said. “You wasted it.”

“Go to the bedroom,” Noah commanded, moving aside to give her cue and leaving no room for argument. “Wait for us in nothing but your underwear. Oli and I need to talk.”

“But—” 

“Now she wants to talk,” Oliver said, sarcasm dripping from his voice but no trace of playfulness in his face. 

“We’ll be doing the talking today,” Noah clarified. “Bedroom. Now.”

She hesitated, standing her ground, her eyebrows lifting in silent defiance.  

Noah and Oliver saw it coming. 

Oliver pointed a finger at her. “Don’t even think about rolling those pretty eyes, baby. You’ve already got more than enough on your plate.”

She held his gaze for a few moments, trying, perhaps, to change his mind. Maybe they could talk it out—sort through the mess she herself had created, but… She knew better. That wouldn’t fix it. 

Noah and Oliver had spent years trying to change that stubborn streak of hers, coaxing her to be open and honest, at all times. Yet some habits clung tightly, resistant to their efforts. There seemed to be no way to get her out of that obtuse habit.   

There was no way talking.

That’s why Noah had sent her to the bedroom. 

There was another way the three knew would fix the situation, and it was by letting their bodies do the talking. Rely on action instead of words. Rely on trust. 

First, they would set her body in motion, a visceral reminder of how things worked in a relationship; that things such as thinking she was pregnant couldn’t be held back—or anything else, for that matter. 

They wouldn’t let her off easily. 

They would keep her on edge for as long as they wanted, surely until she couldn’t take it anymore; until she begged, for release, both physical and emotional. 

And when the moment came, they would give her exactly what she needed, reminding her that they needed her to be honest with them and that, despite her punishment, they loved her. Always. 

Now that she was at it, she should also admit that knowing what awaited her in the next minutes gave her goosebumps, in the best of ways. She couldn’t deny the anticipation and the thrill.

Noah and Oliver would take her to her limits. It’d be their way of showing her the depth of her misstep, the hurt she had caused them by not telling them she thought she might be pregnant. She would accept whatever came to her, and afterward, she would also accept their care and their affection. 

That, however, would come later. 

For now, she would have to endure whatever punishment they deemed fit. 

Exhaling softly, she dropped her shoulders and crossed the office. Both men stood silently, one on each side, their gazes hard as steel, tracking her every step. The weight of their eyes at her back remained even as she stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. 

Without hesitation, she walked to the windows at the far end of the room and pulled the curtains closed. The translucent fabric offered just enough privacy. 

She slipped off her sweater and pants, folding them and placing them on the corner dresser. She touched her hair, running her fingers through her locks and purposely letting some fall across her chest. She adjusted the delicate white lace of her bra and panties—the set Noah had given her the year before for her birthday. 

Then she climbed onto the bed and knelt, hands resting lightly on her bare thighs. Her back straightened, and her eyes fixed on the door. 

She knew they wouldn’t keep her waiting long.  

Oliver and Noah would walk through that door any moment. 

And she would be ready. 

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[starsomens]

imagining being one of the openers for BMTH along with Bad Omens and noah slowly developing a crush on you just from watching you from the side of the stage and how confident you look while singing your songs on stage 🫶🏻🫶🏻🥰

When you heard that you were opening For bring me the horizon you were ecstatic. But once you had heard that you were also going to be interacting with bad omens, you nearly had a heart attack.

Just like bad omens, you were a new upcoming band who honestly had some great success with your previous album. Due to shows and locations you couldn’t meet these two amazing artist separately, but it seems like your dreams were coming true all in one tour!

Today was the first night you were opening them and you were so excited but extremely nervous. You could feel your hands and feet sweating every second. You had gotten closer to being done in your dressing room. You were supposed to meet up with both Oli and Noah before the show go over kind of routines, and course to meet both of them

much like Noah before you had gotten into your singing career you were a big fan of bringing me the horizon since you were a teenager. And once you had heard about Bad Omens and started to get into their music, you could not deny the raw talent that this band was bringing to the industry

Usually these types of things because you were really worried about making a good impression with them.

“Y/N, will be leaving in about five minutes are you almost ready?” Your sister and best friend had come to check on you. Since you’re growing fame, your best friend had helped you to manage yourself the team and honestly this entire production on your end. And what was even better was that she remains as an amazing friend when you needed one.

A friend who also like to tease about having a crush on both of the boys, and that was why you were so nervous to meet them

“ I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be” you looking over your make up one more time and standing up for your seat. You straighten out your outfit with one less overlook and you were ready to go

Except you weren’t expecting to see them right outside in the hallway, once you stepped out of your dressing room. They took your bed by surprise, but you just laughed it off. You extend your hand to greet both of them and thanked Oli once again for having you on this tour.

While oli was looking over some stage, set up details from his team you and Noah actually started a conversation.

“ so how does it feel from going from small venues to something so big like the arena?”

You chuckle at his question “ well, I could ask you the same thing couldn’t I?”

His eyes widen with amusement “oooo Shot it right back at me, huh?” he laughs making you giggle as well

“ but if I’m honest, I’m really nervous this is going to be our biggest audience yet. I’m honestly used to goofing around with smaller audiences and it’s so intimate and so little pressure but now I just really feel the pressure I guess?”

This was the first time Noah was ever had in conversation with you and that blush that you had gotten over worrying about how well you perform was honestly adorable to him

“ Well, I think you’ll be fine. I saw some of your other performances and the control you have over the crowd is honestly impressive.” he compliments as you are being given your stage equipment

"You got this, watch!" Noah encourages you as he watches you focus and take in some deep breaths and clear your mind. You check your ear piece and mic once more before it was just about that time

Just like any other show you had performed at, you clear your mind, relax, and let go.

Noah watches you from the side of the stage and was amazed. You had an amazing stage presence, your energy was non-stop, your connection with the crowd was infectious

and your voice, it was so crips and light yet so powerful

"She's good ain't she?" Oli nudged him

"yeah she's amazing!" Noah agrees as they clap with the crowd, you were so nervous before, but you perform as if you own the stage, this was your world and everyone just existed in it

And the way you closed out your opening was fantastic, you music perfectly flowing into the start of Bad Omen's music, meaning they'd be on in just a minute or two. You come rushing off the stage out of breath, slightly sweaty

Noah hands you a bottle of cold water to help cool you off

"I told you, you'd do great" he said in an 'I told you so tone' you smile at him and gulp down the water. He was on next and you knew he was going to murder his performance

You watch on the side of the stage in awe at his pure talent, all of them really. Nick's energy on the drums, Noah's Vocals, Jolly's finger work on the guitar and of course Ruffilo on the bass really sews it all in

But there was something about his stage aura that was so...hypnotic. He was almost like a siren out at sea, and you were drawn in so easily

Overall first night went very well, and you ended up getting some take out to celebrate and had gotten to know one another while sharing a meal and so on and so forth went the tour

But Noah was different

Each night he just couldn't wait to see you on stage. He'd get to your dressing room, walk down to the stage, sometimes a bit early just to talk some more and then he'd watch you from the side of the stage. He might as well be in the crowd enjoying you as a fan at this point

There were times you'd just look out into the crowd without saying a word and he would just watch the screen and study your face. Had it always been that alluring to him?

He counted the number on moles on your face, the way your eyes would crinkle when you smiled, how you'd bite your lip whenever you heard the crowd singing the lyrics

and that voice, he could not get enough of it! He felt as if you were calling to him, singing for him to come closer to you, it was beautiful and sharp and addictive, it was if his cheers became louder and louder each performance

and then there were those times where you'd sing a much more mellow and slow song. Your breath and tone shifts could lull him to sleep so easily. If you had told him to walk out on stage with your singing he'd do it without thinking

You were.....wonderful....

............he had a crush didn't he?

There was just something about you in the way you had dried him in. Whether you were on stage or you guys were just hanging out talking about some anime.

It was also clear to everyone around him that he was developing a little crush. The rest of his band, and even Oli were teasing him about the way he would look at you.

They were even times where they tried to distance themselves from the group, one by one so that he was the only one left with you. They had never seen no one blush so much or stumble over his words, then when he was with you.

It was amusing to them. But wanted to give him his best advice because he knew this tour and collaboration wouldn’t last forever

“ when you get a chance and it’s just you too you need to say something. Or you’ll never get the chance again. So either you make move or someone else does.”

“ and if she says no?”

“ well then you have three more shows too absolutely seduce her on stage” he laughs “ but really, trust me, she’ll say yes, I know she will”

So Noah gathered up the courage to ask you after your final set together. Tonight was different since all three of you would be performing on stage together after a very successful and honestly tiring show it was time for your team to start packing your things to go your own way.

Noah was waiting for the perfect moment when you would be by yourself so he could approach you. He had even gone out and bought a small hand of roses for you. Once you had gone into your dressing room, he went to knock on the door. Knowing that usually after shows you go in the dressing room to settle yourself and breathe for a minute or two.

You tell him to enter, and he closes the door behind him with roses behind his back

“Hey There rockstar” what was that??

you giggle and spinning your chair “hello to you too, today was a really great show you you guys did amazing”

Not as amazing as you “ Yeah, it was really fun performance…. You did great”

“ not as great as you. I can sing by death can’t reach those amazing vocals like you do” you complement him. You made his heart give a beat, and he was the one who was supposed to do that to you! It was never

“ I’m not gonna be around the bush I do want to talk to you about something..” he starts off a few steps closer to you and bring the roses from around his back

Your mouth falls slightly, and he could swear he saw sparkles in your eyes when you saw the flowers

“I-I think you’re amazing. Not only as an artist but as a person too. You’re so fun, and really, really, really pretty, so talented…. And I know we only know each other so much because of the tour but I really like to get to know you once we have more time….” a soft smile after he was done, and you were speechless.

You didn’t know what to saying, you could feel your heart skipping a beat impractically, trying to jump out of your chest

you take a hold of the roses and give them sniff. They smell so fresh and sweet. you stand from your chair and take a step just a bit closer to Noah. Your cheeks were burning, but somehow mustard to say.

“ I’d love to Noah, thank you” you smile at him, and he can only offer you a bigger smile with a nervous chuckle that follows.

He still can’t believe that he nailed that without tripping over his words and just professing his love for you right on the spot, but he was excited where this would eventually go. You unfortunately were called to another area on the set to look at some things before you’re ready to go later that night, you both bid your goodbyes sharing a long hug.

This time the hug had something extra in it and he felt something different and so did he. If he could have, he would’ve wanted to hold you much longer but you had to go. He did offer to walk you down to where you have to go so you did. And along the way, you both made plans and shared your next steps after the Europe tour.

Make sure to exchange numbers and any kind of social media to keep in touch. You also gave him your address in case if he might have wanted to drop by once things were clear on both of your schedules, of course

“ Well, it looks like this is where we say goodbye,” you honestly have felt a little sad, even though you were only touring for a couple shows together, but you just couldn’t help the feeling that in your chest

“ yeah, but I’ll talk to you soon. Give me a text when you land?” he offers and you know your head. Before you walk off, you make the decision to shoot up onto your tiptoes and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“ Thanks again for the great experience” you smile at him as you walk away, with a slight bounce your step. Noah was frozen in his place as he watched you walk away. Little did he know he had some eyes watching him.

The rest of his band, and even Oli were trying to keep their giggles at a minimum as they whisper to each other

“ he finally did it! He grew some balls and even got a kiss out of it!” They congratulated him in their own way

As much as wanted to back them, all he could really think about. Was you and the kids you had given him. The idea of never washing that spot until you guys met again. Even crossed his mind. But until then he’d make sure to clear his schedule to at least get a phone call in Later on

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[fritz-federleicht]

Hoodie/ Oliver Sykes x reader

Summary: you're suddenly the center of attention at a BMTH concert

Words: 703

Photo: imagine you are MGK

"Oli you have to get out now. Everyone is waiting for you." Max, the tour manager, pulls Oli out of the room and towards the stage.

"Love you Y/N." Calls Oli over his shoulder.

"I love you too. You know where I stand." You can see Oli nodding.

Then the door slams shut. You stand in front of a small mirror and pull at your top. It's really short. You don't want to stand like that with the crowd.

You go to your bag. You took an extra hoodie with you. One of Oli's. It's too big but perfect for you.

You pull the black fabric over your head and breathe in Oli's scent. One last look in the mirror, then you walk towards the stage.

You stand right in front of the stage at the edge. Just like always.

The concert has already started. The audience sings along loudly.

You grin to yourself, happy for the band. During the song Oli keeps looking at you.

At some point during a song he comes up to you and holds out his hand. You take it and smile broadly. The girls behind you start to scream.

After the song ends he speaks into the mic and looks into the crowd. "For those who haven't seen it. That's my girlfriend standing down there." He points to you. The crowd applauds.

Immediately, a camera appears in front of your face. Your face is now big on the screens.

He looks up at them briefly and says to himself. "God she looks beautiful." It's heard very softly because he is not speaking into the mic.

Still, it seems loud enough for the audience, because there's a consistent 'Ohhh'. You blush.

Oli grins at the reaction of the people and fixes his hair. Then he looks at you and squints his eyes. As he does so, he shields his face with his hand, trying to see you better against the light.

"Y/N is that my hoodie? I've been looking all over for that one."

You hold your hand in front of your face. Your every move is shown on the screen.

He walks to the other side of the stage. "But it looks better on you than on me."

He grins his famous smile. The audience goes nuts. They like the public flirtation with his girlfriend.

You shake your head with a grin and pull up the hood in shame.

He waits until the audience calms down again and announces the next song.

Later...

At every concert, Oli goes down to the audience at one point. So also at this one.

He leaves the stage on one side, the camera follows him. Oli shakes hands, takes photos and signs on any body parts. At the same time he sings throughout.

Finally it's your turn, the last person before he enters the stage again. He grins and comes jogging up to you, pulls your face and pecks your lips. It's a habit. He does it every time he performs.

The audience is freaking out. Phones are pointed at you. You already know that tomorrow the whole internet will be full of videos.

"Are you ready for the next song?" Oli sprints back on stage and sings the rest of the songs with abandon.

When the concert is over you go backstage, back into the room and wait for Oli.

When the door finally opens, he throws himself onto a chair. "That was fantastic." He grins at you, exhausted.

"Yes it was." You sit down on his lap, face him. He hugs you and nuzzles his sweaty face against your cheek.

"Oli!" You try to free yourself from his arms, but he won't let you.

"Yes Y/N?" He asks you looking innocent.

You give up and relax into his embrace. "Can I keep the hoodie?"

He grins. "Oh that one... you look better in it than me anyway."

"Does that mean yes?" He nods.

You grin and happily fall around his neck.

"You know there's only going to be videos of us." You murmur against his neck.

He exhales. "Yeah I know, babe." His big hands circle your back. "I know."

[badomensgoodomens]

Noah Sebastian x Reader (fluff)

noah + illness = a literal two year old

"shh, stop fussing, im just braiding your hair"

he mumbles and groans, pulling away from you. he yelps as you tug on a strand of his brown hair. the tv plays an episode of a random anime hes been binge watching.

he finally settles, sitting between your legs as you braid. he tells you about his day, a mumbling tired mess.

"baby?" you ask, he looks up at you. "can i do your skincare perchance?"

he groans.

"stop saying perchance."

you get up, giggling, you run to the bathroom to grab your array of expensive skincare. he sighs, getting comfy. as you settle back down again he turns to ask, "this won't hurt, right?" you almost laugh.

with a shake of your head you get to work. you pull his loose bits of hair; that had fallen out of the braids, back with one of those silly headbands. he snaps a picture.

you gently apply a serum, he whines about it being cold. The wind was picking up outside, october was amongst us. red plaid, pumpkin spice and annoying children in half-ass costumes. you continue with another serum, he bundles himself into a grey blanket.

"you getting sick, babe?" you ask, rubbing moisturizer in. he grumbles, a grumpy ass man he is. you continue massaging his face until he falls asleep, you change the channel to a show youve been watching lately. rain picks up outside. your fluffy dog trots up for cuddles, he snuggles into noah, who was now fully asleep in your arms.

3 hours later you woke up to a thunderstorm, and a sniffly, grouchy noah. you usher him into your shared bedroom and put the kettle on, you prepare hot chocolate as the wind howls outside.

"baaaabe! can i have two marshmallows instead of one?" he calls out, his voice scratchy and broken.

you sigh, smiling to yourself.

you carry the two warm mugs to bedroom, noah is under a pile of blankets with the dog. "here, let me feel your forehead."

he climbs out of the pile of blankets, flushed with messy hair. you press the back of your hand to his forehead. warm.

you hum and press a gentle kiss on his forehead. "ill get you some medicine, hm?"

he wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing his warm face on your stomach. its moments like this that truly remind you of how beautiful and raw your love is.

"what about some soup huh? chicken?"

he mumbles and tightens his hold on you.

you snicker, pulling away to look down at him.

"alright, come on lovebug. let me get you some soup and medicine hm?"

he sighs and slides away from you, he curls into your pillow.

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you come back 30 minutes later with hot soup and medicine. hes asleep.

you gently scratch his back, just tracing over his tattoos. he mumbles, stirring in his sleep. you press a gentle kiss to his back.

"mm?" he turns to face you. his cheeks are red.

"i made you soup, baby. and some medicine. sit up."

he sleepily sits up, rubbing his eyes.

he gratefully takes the soup, whispering thank yous as he soothes his sore throat. he pats the bed next to him, gesturing you closer. you scoot over, immediately overwhelmed by the heat his body was emitting. you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, and cuddle him back to health.

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[veephoenix]

Main storyline

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | EPILOGUE 💫

Additional content

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Midnight (Reader & Oliver's first night together - flashback) *ੈ✩‧₊˚ The engagement party *ੈ✩‧₊˚ House painting *ੈ✩‧₊˚ In the absence of her *ੈ✩‧₊˚ The anger of gods (part i | part ii | part iii)

Hearts like Ours (additional multipart)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Part one: The Snakes *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Part two: The Angel of Death *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Part three: The Crow Witch

Requests

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oli is incredibly supportive in a relationship. he makes sure to constantly check in with his partner, whether it’s about personal goals or just everyday things.

he’s that partner who remembers every little detail about your day.

he loves planning unique, unexpected dates. something simple like a secret picnic under the stars or a spontaneous road trip to a quiet beach.

oli enjoys surprising you and keeping things fun and adventurous.

late-night talks are a favorite of oli’s.

he’s the kind of person who’ll talk about everything—dreams, fears, and the meaning of life—while laying in bed, listening to music, and just vibing together.

oli is extremely loyal and protective of you.

he may have a tough exterior, but when it comes to those he loves, he’s incredibly gentle and will go to any length to make sure they’re safe and happy.

since oli is deeply into music, he’d encourage your artistic side.

whether you play an instrument, sing, or write, he’s all about collaborating on music, even if it’s just for fun.

he’s not above sending cute handwritten notes or leaving random, sweet messages for his partner.

sometimes they’re tucked into pockets, other times they’re waiting by the coffee cup in the morning.

oli loves to tease his partner, but it’s always playful and full of affection.

his humor is a big part of the relationship, and he’s quick to make you laugh when things feel heavy.

he loves to share his interests with you, whether it’s watching old movies, showing off new music, or introducing you to his favorite places in the city. 

he also loves to learn new things together, whether it’s a hobby or a new recipe.

sometimes, there’s no need to talk.

oli loves moments of silence with you, just being present with each other, whether your lying in bed together or walking hand in hand through a park.

oli can be surprisingly clingy at times.

he’ll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around you, and bury his face in your neck just because he wants to be close.

he loves physical affection and can’t get enough of it.

oli often shares playlists with you. he loves curating a soundtrack to your relationship, each song representing a memory or a feeling he wants to express.

he’ll text you a song with a little message like, “this one reminds me of you.”

while oli trusts you, he can’t help but show a little playful jealousy if someone flirts with you.

he’ll make a joking comment like, you’ve got them wrapped around your finger, don’t you? but it’s always light-hearted and full of affection.

oli loves coming up with sweet, sometimes cheesy pet names for his partner.

they range from the cute and simple like "babe" or "love" to something more personal and unique that only he calls you.

oli loves a little friendly competition, so he’ll often challenge his partner to a cook-off or bake-off in the kitchen.

no matter who wins, he’s just as happy sitting down to enjoy the meal together.

after a long day, oli is the type to just curl up on the couch with you, wrapped in blankets and watching old movies or playing video games.

he’s not afraid to be vulnerable and loves the quiet comfort of just being with his partner.

oli isn’t afraid to get emotional, especially in intimate moments with his partner.

he’s not one to bottle up his feelings and is always open to sharing his thoughts, no matter how vulnerable it makes him feel.

occasionally, oli will show up with a small, thoughtful gift for you—nothing extravagant, but it could be a new vinyl he knows they’ll love or something quirky he picked up while on tour.

when meeting your family, oli might be a little shy at first, but once he feels comfortable, he’s fiercely protective.

he’ll make sure your family knows just how much he cares for you and your well-being.

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant

Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only)

Previous Chapters : Available on Ao3 & Tumblr

Story Content : Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Breath play, Dirty talk, Blood kink, Anal.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 29:

Do you want some more?

Chapter title is lyrics from "Kool-Aid”

We’re back to Oli’s perspective.

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Four, three, nine, six.  

I let the numbers play on repeat in my mind, adopting the code like a mantra to keep it in the forefront of my memory as I clutched Alice’s hand, tugging her along behind me while I rushed us down the winding staircase. 

“Slow down,” She laughed nervously, her words echoing against the concrete walls of the fire escape, “I’m sure the restaurant will still be there if we take our time.” 

“We’re not going to the restaurant.” I felt the corners of my lips twist my features into a smile as I remained focused on the task before me. 

Four, three, nine, six.  

Or was it three, four, nine, six…   

Fuck.  

“Then where are you taking me?” 

No, surely it was four, three, nine, six.  

Right?  

“You’ll see.” I said distantly as we reached the bottom of the stairs where I was faced with my dreaded obstacle: the keypad . 

Four… three… nine… six.  

As I keyed in the numbers I’d conjured up from the depth of my memory, I anxiously held onto the hope that they’d used the same code for the back exit of the hotel as they had for the rooftop door. 

Cause if they hadn’t, the alarm would be blaring any moment now. 

“Doesn’t this lead to the back of the hotel?” I heard Alice ask with yet another nervous laugh while I held my breath and pushed the door open. 

Thankfully we were met by nothing but the remnants of the setting sun through the treeline ahead.  

I breathed a sigh of relief.  

Alice released a small yelp as I wordlessly tugged us towards the small path leading to the forest behind the hotel, intentionally not facing her as we neared a sprint, not trusting myself to keep my intentions secret. 

You see, I hadn’t meant to drift off when I crawled into bed with Alice earlier. But her comfort had been too consuming, and my sleep deprivation too great. So, when I woke up and realised from the evening light filtering through the window that I’d wasted our last day at the hotel by sleeping it away, there was only one thing I wanted to do. 

The first thing I noticed when I awoke from the land of suspiciously nightmare-free slumber, was that Alice had no longer been tangled up in my arms. She’d instead been standing by the window, staring out into the forest we’re heading towards now. 

She’d worn a dress today that I’d seen her in many times before. It appeared deceivingly modest at first glance, with the hemline almost hitting her knees. But the white fabric was so thin you could see her figure perfectly, even with the faintest of directional light hitting her. 

Her fingers were playing mindlessly on her lips as she was obviously lost in thought, her blonde locks messy, and the dress creased from having been in bed with me for so long. And while it was hard to tell the nature of her thoughts from her shifting expressions, I could have sworn I saw lust flicker in her eyes as she let her fingers drag over her soft bottom lip. 

Then I noticed the outline of her underwear, and just a whisper of one of the bruises I’d left on her hip a couple of nights ago. 

I found myself wondering what shade they’d developed into by now, followed by the thought that it would be incredibly easy to tear into such a thin fabric and have a look for myself. 

Almost too easy.  

Not wanting the early stages of my morning wood to escalate any further in Alice and Liam’s room, I abruptly sat up, jarring Alice out of her deep thoughts before asking if she was ready to head out. 

She’d nodded, a twinkle in her eyes suggesting she was happy I’m awake – happy to see me. 

Stop it Oli, you’re being a hopeful twat again.  

I immediately dragged her off to the fire escape in a rush, hoping to outrun my fears of being wrongfully optimistic; hoping to silence the thoughts that all isn’t well between us before they grow roots and spread in my chest; not wanting our last night in paradise to be wasted any more than it already had been. 

The treeline which had appeared to be in such close proximity to the hotel from Alice’s room, was a fair bit further than anticipated, made evident by Alice’s laboured breathing once we reached the first cluster of thick tree trunks. 

But I needed her to not be out of breath for this next bit, so I slowed us to a walk once we entered the forest, before having her lean up against the rough bark of one of the trees, finally meeting her gaze in the faint light. 

“Do you mind filling me in on what we’re doing here?” She asked, but I could tell she already knew, that my heavy-lidded eyes had given it away far too quickly from the way she melted against the wood behind her the moment she looked at me. 

I took a step closer, my hand snaking around her waist as I pressed my body to hers. She inhaled sharply as what I could already feel throbbing in anticipation between my legs connect with her. 

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” My voice came low, uneven. 

Her eyes glowed with curiosity and excitement. 

I shifted against her, watching her mouth fall open, matching my own. 

“How fond are you of this dress?” I asked after a moment, attempting to choose my words carefully. 

She squinted at me, suspiciously, “Not very.” 

I swallowed as it seemed I would finally get to do what I’d daydreamed about, “Same safe word as last time, yeah?” 

She studied my features as our breaths mingled in the slight chill of the evening air, then nodded. 

“Good. You might also need to tap , if you need air.” I added, referencing the safety precautions we’d taken while I’d made her choke on my dick, not letting her breathe as I got off on her struggles. 

Her breath hitched as I spoke, as it was becoming clearer that we were about to have an unusually rough time. 

“Okay.” She confirmed, her large doe eyes looking up at me, and I once again had to fight off the urge to say the three little words that terrify her infinitely more than any danger I could put her in tonight. 

Once her eye contact had proven too much for my bleeding heart, I instead let my gaze fall to her lips. “Okay.” I sighed in response before my mouth connected with hers; such a delicate and gentle kiss – the last tenderness for a while. I relish it, press myself closer, wanting our bodies to touch on any surface that would allow it. I only pull away when I noticed myself moan from the sensation of her fingers in my hair, realising I was getting a bit carried away.  

“Then run.” I whisper, and watch surprise appear in her eyes, unable to keep the sinister smile from pulling at my lips. 

I take a step back, suddenly cold where she’s no longer pressed against me. 

“ Now .” I demand with a tilt of my head. 

She sprung into motion, and for a moment I simply watched her weave through the trees, her slow pace and clumsy ways would make it far too quick for me to catch up to her, so I took the time to remove my shirt and place it by the tree, simultaneously attempting to memorize its location for when we’re done. 

To my surprise, when I looked back up, she was no longer in my line of sight. 

Shit.  

I quickly undid my belt as I set off down the same path I’d seen her on moments ago. 

But after a short run, I reach a fork in the road, forcing me to come to a complete halt, my eyes darting between the two paths before me. 

Where the fuck did you go, Alice?  

As I stood there, panting, I heard a branch breaking to the left of me. 

My eyes instantly snapped in its direction, and I felt my smile return as I saw her fingers wrap around a tree not far from me. 

Quietly, carefully , I began unbuttoning my jeans as I scanned the area, making sure we were in fact alone. But the forest was thick, and the path small and winding, so I knew it would be highly unlikely anyone else was out here this late. 

In fact, I’d be wise to not get turned around, or we might have a hard time finding our way back. 

I felt my features harden, and my heart beating faster as I took slow steps towards her, nearly salivating from the mental images of tearing into that dress. 

And that’s how I got distracted enough to step on a branch myself. 

The crack could be heard so clearly in the silence around us. Wide, glowing eyes look back at me before Alice set off again, towards the last remnants of the setting sun, out into a small clearing. 

I immediately follow, but she was faster than I’d anticipated.  

Yet I managed to remain on her heal, taking a handful of longer strides which allowed me to finally grab her arm right as we were about to leave the open area and head back onto another winding path. 

She cried out as grabbed her, being quick to twist out of my hold, but in the same motion she fell to the ground, landing facing me in a bed of moss next to the treeline. 

There was so much panic in her eyes that for a split second I had to fight the urge to ask if she’s alright, but in the next beat she was crawling backwards, attempting to push back up, to continue her escape. 

Not happening, love.  

I was on top of her before she had time to get on her feet, the weight of my body falling onto hers audibly knocking the wind out of her. My determined legs pinning hers, spreading them wide and hiking up her dress while I grappled for her wrists as she thrashed beneath me. But my vision was heavily obscured by swaths of thick hair having fallen over my eyes, making an already difficult task even harder. 

It didn’t help that her every movement caused us to grind together, only the thin cotton of her underwear separating what was throbbing between my legs and the softness between hers, cradling me in her warmth as my jeans had slipped down enough during the commotion for me to be completely free. 

“ Get off me! ” She exclaimed through the sound of our laboured breaths, yelps and grunts as she struggled for freedom that I wasn’t allowing her. 

A laugh escaped me as I finally managed to take hold of both her wrists, causing her to still. 

So, I ground my hips against hers – an almost involuntary action, missing the friction the second she stopped moving under me. 

I felt her melt in my hands, the tension leaving her body, her back arching with a breathy moan. 

As I shook the hair out of my face, I met her burning eyes, and for a moment I just drank in the vision of her; her pale, delicate skin against the stark contrast of my own heavily decorated arms, her golden hair a tousled halo, a mixture of leaves and twigs having been tangled up in it, and the heavy rise and fall of her chest, matching my own. 

I wanted to kiss her panting, parted lips, to show her with affection how much she means to me, and how lucky I feel to have found someone like her – so sweet, yet so wild. 

But this wasn’t the time for such things. 

No, I wanted to see the beauty in her suffering , feel her fight me with everything she had. 

As if reading my mind, I could see mischief spark in Alice’s eyes milliseconds before promptly putting an end to our peaceful moment. With one jerking motion, she twists free, nearly elbowing me in the face in the process. 

“ Fuck ,” I said through gritted teeth as I once again tried to get a hold of her, but she was thrashing harder this time, crying out as she strained against my weight holding her down. 

After a moment of fighting her, I realised she didn’t stand a chance – she wasn’t budging me no matter how hard she tried. So, I simply let myself enjoy her struggling body writhing beneath me she tired herself out, feeling myself growing increasingly intoxicated by the warmth between her legs pushing , and rubbing against me so very deliciously, not being able to tell which one of us were making things feel so wet and slippery. 

I was getting carried away, feeling gleeful as I readied myself to move the panties out of the way and finally push into her, when I felt a sharp pain on the side of my face. 

The woman beneath me stilled, eyes wide as saucers staring up at me as I instinctively reached for what turned out to be a cut on my left cheek, leaving my hand coated in red – more than likely from one of Alice’s nails as she was attempting to get out from her pinned position. 

Adrenaline rushed my veins, enjoying this turn of events a little bit too much. A plethora of ways to punish her for harming me flooded my mind, putting steel in my features as I fought off the urge to react too quickly, too harshly . My resolve must have looked like anger, as fear suddenly filled her flushed face. 

Which did nothing but spur me on. 

With my bloodied hand I took hold of her throat – a bit more forcefully than intended as she slammed to the ground with a yelp, her fingers wrapping around my arm, and I could feel a shiver in her hands. 

I swallowed, feeling high, feeling feral. 

For a moment I consider stopping despite not having been given any of the pre-approved red lights, but the truth was the sight of her legitimate fear made my dick throb so hard it bordered pain, and while my heart wanted to console her, my body wanted to make her cry , make her scream . 

Make her hurt me even more in retaliation.  

But then I saw the fire in her eyes, the familiar need; the satisfaction she derived from my twisted ways. And in the same breath her movements returned, thrashing against me to break free. 

I watched droplet after droplet fall from my face and hit her breasts, staining the light fabric there as I pinned her harder to the soft forest floor, applying enough pressure to bring even more fear into her eyes. 

Oh god, yes.  

My other hand reached for the freshly blood-stained neckline of the dress, tearing it open, snapping her bra in the process, causing her breasts to bounce free and Alice to tense further, her sharp nails digging into the flesh of my hand. 

Yes, show me how scared you are, my whore. You’re doing so well.  

My breath came ragged as I reached between us to shove her underwear to the side, and for a moment I thought she was about to tap considering how hard I was holding onto her neck, but instead her eyes rolled back in obvious ecstasy as I pushed into her, the hands that were trying to pry me off of her neck a second ago suddenly holding onto me like a lifeline. 

She had once again melted, and while I wanted to keep her in distress, I couldn’t help myself, she simply felt too good. 

I watched more drops fall into her bouncing breasts while I fucked myself into her, loosening my grip on her neck, listening to her sharp inhale quickly followed by her gasping moans, in order to caress her skin, watching the deep red liquid smear under the touch of my straining hand, splaying my fingers over her chest to hold her in place as I began pounding her in earnest. 

The sound of my panting shifting to something more akin to moans, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long if I kept going like this. 

I fell forward, nestling into our combined tousled tufts of hair until I reached the soft skin of her neck, biting down on it. She arched into me, a pained set of gasps leaving her as I bit down with more force, the taste of metal filling my mouth as I came across the blood I smeared on her moments ago. 

I was so close.  

So very close.  

Do I do it, do I go over that edge? Or do I hold back despite the great difficulty, in an attempt to make this wonderful feeling last a little longer. 

No, it feels too good. I can’t stop.  

My eyes fell shut as I focused, trying to prolong the inevitable, to enjoy how she sounded, how she felt, squeezing me as I repeatedly pushed myself deep inside her with each intoxicating thrust. 

Just fill her up, you fucking idiot.  

I’d been too busy trying not to cum, listening to her cries of pleasure as I bit and kissed her neck to notice I wasn’t holding onto her anymore. 

And right as I started shaking, my orgasm so close I couldn’t stop myself no matter how badly I wanted to make it last, she pulled away, leaving my hands, my dick slipping out of her in the process. 

It felt so cold and wet, pulsating with the orgasm it was denied. 

I saw red. 

Pure, unfiltered frustration filled me, not accustomed to being denied my own pleasure – nor her sexual defiance. 

And I had mixed feelings about it. 

“ Get back here! ” I growled, my nails digging into her leg as she tried to escape. 

Her attempt had done nothing but move us a couple of feet closer to the trees, flipping her over as she’d been trying to reach for a nearby tree to pull herself free. I heard her laugh as I dragged her back underneath me, my throbbing cock pressing against her as I spoke close to her ear. 

“You think the edging goes both ways?” I ask, the frustration more evident in my voice than I’d wished.  

But she doesn’t respond, so I give her a shake, “ Do you? ” 

“N-no.” She answered instantly this time, causing me to smile. 

I let my lips play on her ear, “We’re not equals right now, love. I’m the cat, you’re the mouse.” I say with a purr as I work overtime to settle my frustration, contemplating my next move. So, I hold her in place, wondering if I should let my intrusive thoughts win or not, wanting so badly to hear something from her lips. 

I knew it was a horrible idea, but I’d already let myself get carried away so much lately, why stop now? 

“Say you’re my whore.” I breathed, commanded .  

She was silent, but I had already taken it there; was already craving her verbal confirmation of my ownership. Wanting her to be mine so badly that I’d take this moment of delusion to pretend , to feed my hunger for a reality that might never come to fruition. 

So, at this point she had to either say it, or say the safe word. Because I wasn’t budging.   

“ Say it .” I spat. 

“I’m y-your whore.” 

It was such a rush, such a high, I felt completely delirious. It didn’t matter that she’d only said it because I’d commanded it, that it wasn’t true; I was still on cloud nine. 

Mine.  

“ Yes, you are.”   I whispered as I let my hand reach between us, caressing her soft ass under the hiked up and moss-dampened hemline of her torn dress, before reaching her soaking lips, letting my fingers glide into her warmth. She gasped and I couldn’t help but nestle my head into hers with affection, enjoying the way her pussy hugging my fingers made my dick twinge, longing to be back inside her. 

But I wasn’t going back in there. 

After a moment of relishing, letting her words echo inside me, I pushed myself up. My free hand firmly on her back to keep her in place, ready to continue the punishments. 

Letting my freshly soaked fingers slip out of her, I coated my dick with the warm and slippery substance, before spitting on her ass, my breath hitching as I watched the glistening liquid run down the crack of her soft, round cheeks, covered in bruises from the other night – from me, as I laid claim to her body. 

But I want claim to more than her body. 

“Say it again.” I breathed, pressing my shaft into it, positioning myself at her back entrance. Making my intentions clear, and allowing her a moment to react, to stop me, if she didn’t want to continue. 

She tensed, seemingly holding her breath as I slowly began to push. 

“I’m your—” 

I felt her tense up tenfold as I pushed the head of my cock into her. So, I held back, going at a pace that had me clenching my jaw to prevent myself from entering her tight hole too quickly. 

“Say you’re mine. ” My demand came broken, deep and ragged, barely containing myself as my arms tremble from the desperate urge to pound her mercilessly, and the need to hear her say it, again and again. 

“I’m yours.” She moaned, so pained, undoubtedly overwhelmed, obviously not thinking clearly enough to know what she’s saying, or what it means to me. 

My shaking intensifies, drunk from how tightly she’s gripping me, from her words. All of Alice’s motions had stilled, and I watch as her fingers dig into the soil beneath her, her breaths shallow puffs of air moving the hair covering her face in quick succession. 

Still no sign of a safe word – not even to make me ease up on her. 

How on earth am I supposed to last more than a handful of pumps?  

“ Again .” I grit out as I begin moving faster inside her, needing to hear it one more time before I go over the edge, watching as my nails dig into her back, still holding her in place. 

“I’m yours.” She sighed through gasps, sounding so far gone she might as well have been drunk off her head. 

But it didn’t matter, nothing mattered in that moment except the way her words were caressing my ears, wrapping around my heart. 

And the way she was gripping my cock in new ways that made it impossible to hold on any longer. 

In long, incredible, strokes, I fill her up. I distantly heard the sounds I was making echo around me, and before I knew it, I had pushed myself to the hilt, falling forward to bite her muddied shoulder as I shake from the intense release, nearly too overpowering; nearly painful. 

Once the waves of pleasure came to an end, I rolled off her, promptly feeling the energy leave my limbs as I stare into the sky that had turned dark enough by now to reveal some of its stars, letting my heartrate settle, slowly descending from the heavens I had just visited, coming back to reality. 

My thoughts began to race, and I felt regret, even shame, from having demanded such ownership, knowing it could derail us. Knowing that’s not how she felt. 

But my worries faded when I gathered the courage to tilt my head in Alice’s direction. 

She was so dishevelled, her face flushed with an exhausted smile on her lips. Her tired eyes glowing in the darkness, watching me with so much wonder. 

And if I didn’t know better, I would have described her gaze as loving. 

But despite my hopes and delusions, I do know better. 

Regardless, she appeared truly happy in this moment, and so relaxed that you would have thought she had been the one to have just experienced the mind-blowing orgasm. 

I reached over to pick one of the larger leaves out of her hair, my hand still holding a slight tremor as I let it brush her warm cheek before retreating. 

I wanted to tell her she’s incredible, that I never thought I’d find someone as special as her – that I wanted to spend every day with her. 

But instead, I just stayed silent as the wind gently picked up around us. 

How ironic , I thought to myself; I fantasize and get off on her running from me, craving the vision of her scared and pained eyes looking back at mine as I terrorise her. 

And yet… the sadness that drags me under when she runs from my displays of love, might just drown me. 

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[flowery-mess]

I want him to lay like this with this face under me.

And I want him to look at me like that when I have him inside of me.

And I have many disgusting thoughts about these pictures which gives me actually confidence to write some smut for you, maybe the fact that I'm ovulating also has something to do with that.

I'm going out for drinks to gain some more confidence for writing about this sinful man

[silent-stories]

[mmunson86]

Y’all you can’t tell me that this is not Rockstar Eddie Munson coded

Just imagine them in the green room before a show and reader takes out her phone to record Eddie messing with Gareths drums 🤣💗🥹

[fritz-federleicht]

Happier than ever/ Oliver Sykes x reader

Summary: you're photographed by a paparazzi

Words: 936

FLUFF

There aren't many paparazzi pictures of you, but when there are, they're rarely ones where you're not cuddled up against Oli's chest. His arms are protectively around your little body.

So it comes that you are once again standing in front of the studio, you start to tremble and fold your arms in front of your chest.

"Are you cold?" Oli takes a step towards you.

"Yeah, but I want to stay outside for a minute before I have to breathe the stuffy air again."

"You don't have to freeze." He takes off his jacket and puts it over your shoulder.

He always does that, as soon as you're cold he gives you his jacket. A true gentleman.

You thank him with a kiss and pull the jacket tighter around your body.

"Are you still cold?" Oli puts his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. You slide your hands under his top. The sudden cold makes him shiver. You warm your hands on his warm skin and close your eyes.

"Yes a little."

His hands stroke your back. "You'll be warm in a minute." His hands continue to circle your back for a short time until they suddenly slide into your ass pocket.

"What are you doing?" You ask. At the same time, a soft clicking sound can be heard from somewhere. As if someone is eagerly taking pictures.

"I'm just trying to get warm. Gave you my jacket, after all." He looks down at you with puppy eyes. When you finally give him the okay, he presses his hands further into the pocket. His chin rests on top of your head.

You breathe in his perfume, your thumb circling his skin. The clicking doesn't stop. "Do you hear that?"

"What?" Oli asks.

"That quiet clicking. There's a paparazzi here somewhere."

He stiffens, lifts his head and looks around. "I see him. Trying to hide." Oli laughs softly, his fingers tapping against your butt in a beat you don't recognize.

You lift your head. "Where is he?" Oli points his head in the direction.

"Back there." You glance at the photographer, but then snuggle back against your husband. "Do you want me to blow him off? I know you hate that kind of thing."

"No, it's okay. Let him keep taking pictures." Oli tightens his grip. The tapping on your ass gets faster.

"Can you please stop tapping against my ass. It's making me all fuzzy."

He stops it immediately. "Sorry love. It's just pissing me off. There's no peace anywhere."

Oli pulls a hand out of your back pocket and holds it behind you. "What are you doing babe?" You ask.

"Me? I'm not doing anything."

You grin. "I don't care either. Shall we go back inside?"

"Sure. Wait you got something." He lifts your chin and pulls you into a long kiss. His fingers trace your curves, caressing them. You pull your hands out of his top and place them on his chest.

The clicking of the camera quickens. Oli pulls away, grabs your hand and drags you back to the studio. You stumble after him, caught off guard by Oli's sudden action.

"What was that for?"

"I wanted to give him a little show. Maybe he won't bug us again so soon." He replies naturally.

"Oli you are so naive. Why should he leave us alone now?" He shrugs his shoulders.

You remain silent and enter the recording room where the others are already waiting.

A few days later you're back in the studio. At the moment you and Oli are the only ones there. The others will join you at any moment.

Oli disappears into the kitchen to get something to drink. You're sitting on a chair when suddenly someone throws a gossip magazine on the small table in front of you.

"You guys made it to the front page."

You turn around, startled. Jordan walks around you, sits down on the chair across from you.

"What kind of paper is this?" You reach for the magazine.

"I don't know. I saw you guys on it and bought it."

You stare at the cover. On it is a large picture of you and Oli, snuggled tightly together. Oli grins his famous smile and points his middle finger at the camera. A few strands of hair fall into his face. Now you know what he did when you asked him.

Your face is not completely visible because it is pressed against Oli's chest, but you can still clearly see a satisfied smile on your lips.

"Singer of Bring Me The Horizon happier than ever." You read out the headline.

"Who's happier than ever?" Oli asks with a cup in his hand. "Hey man." He greets Jordan and sits down next to you. Jordan is busy with his phone, looks up briefly and nods.

"You Mr. Sykes! We're on the front page." You tap the paper, upset, and screw up your face. In addition, you wave it in front of his nose. He pulls the paper from your hand, looks at the cover unimpressed.

"They're right, Mrs. Sykes. I'm happier than ever." That's the only thing he says in response and takes a big sip.

You blush. Despite being angry at the paparazzi, a smile forms on your lips.

"Thank you honey. I love you more than anything." You bend to Oli and peck his cheek.

"No come here. Give your happy husband a real kiss." Already he pulls you into a gentle kiss.

He mumbles against your lips. "But it's a really nice picture. Isn't it?"

You smirk and roll your eyes.

[ellewptv]

Noah and Oli 🖤😩

I just needed a lockscreen of them both, so I made one. 🤪 Here it is if anyone wants it. hope y'all like it!! 🫶🏻