#im soaking wet and I smell like second hand smoke

[starpros-sunshine]

I hate suddenly knowing a lot of people how did I literally become that one bitch in the sitcom that's always everywhere

[tlouadditc]

smoking with roommate!ellie... a thought.

song being thought of while writing: hold on by the internet

WARNINGS: smut [18+, MDNI], fluff if u squint ur eyes, drug use [weed], awkward convo with ellie LMAO, ellie is a horny stoner, fingering, oral [r!receiving], jealousy, love confession. pet names (mostly baby and princess) words: 1.7k, rating: MATURE

note: this is like my first smut [not to mention my first fic] so erm if there are grammar errors or some parts that dont make sense im sorry 😭😭😭 enjoy!

it's been a long week; essay after essay, multiple assignments to turn in, and now you have 3 tests in the next 2 days. you had walked home in the rain, not even bothering to pull out your umbrella. fuck it, you thought, my dorm isn't that far.

you lazily pulled out your keys, unlocking the front door. as soon as you open the door, you're met with a pungent- well, that's harsh; a not-so-pleasant- smell of weed and a random fruity ass candle. you cough and look around to see who the hell is smoking he-

"oh, hey, y/n." ellie was sitting on the couch, manspreading in front of the tv while smoking a blunt. her eyelids were heavy and she had a smug smile. "oh, uh. sorry about the smell.. i took a random candle."

you set your bags down and took your shoes off, waving your hand in front of your face to remove the smell temporarily. "all.. all good." god, she looks good, you thought. she was sitting in a white wifebeater and loose sweatshorts, sitting just right on her hips so you could see her boxers. the way she was looking at you and smiling made your face heat up, thinking thoughts no roommate should think.

she took another drag and patted beside her, signaling for you to join her. you quickly shook your head and said, "gotta change. i got soaked out there."

"i coulda picked you up, babe."

babe? your face was burning hot now as if it wasn't already. you hurriedly walked to your room, blurting out, "i'll be there in a second!"

jesus. ellie had never been this.. flirty before. you've liked her for a while, if you're being kinda honest. you had been in love, if you were completely honest with yourself. she had always been on your mind ever since you moved in with her. walking around, just in boxers and some tank-top that made her arms look deliciously toned- god, she probably doesn't even know what she does to you.

shaking your head, you change out of your completely wet clothes and into some thin shorts and a crop top before walking back out.

"took ya long enough," she said, chuckling. "i was about to just go to sleep."

"sorry, els." you sat beside her on the couch, looking at what was on tv. "american dad? really?"

"i just turned on the tv," she muttered, passing you the blunt. "how was your day?"

you took the blunt into your mouth, taking a looong drag and inhaling, burning your throat slightly. "same old shit," you exhaled. "im just glad this stressful ass week is over."

"stressful, eh? im glad i decided to do this tonight then," she said, turning her attention from the tv onto you.

"me, too."

"sooo," she started, "how are you and whats-his-name?"

"what about him?" you questioned, noticing a slight change in her demeanor when you immediately remembered him. "we're.. not dating. nothing's goin' on."

"what's going on with y'all? i thought you guys were going on dates n' stuff." she sat up, suddenly all in on your relationship status.

"uhm.. it's not him. he's a great person. it's just.." you slightly glanced at her. she was looking like she was anticipating the rest of your sentence.

"the sex is awful," you admit. it was the truth, but not the whole truth; the entire time he was trying to fuck you, you were thinking about ellie. he clearly was only thinking about his own orgasm. whenever he did attempt to do something for you, he either gave up or you had to fake it so he got off of you. he always came before you did. ellie probably wouldn't do any of this, you would think to yourself before making yourself cum after he left.

ellie looks at you, wide eyed, and chuckles. "what?" you ask, defensive.

"i mean.. you wouldn't have thought the dude was a sex god," she mumbled. "he was the nerdiest dude known to man."

"i- i know," you utter, slightly embarrassed. "i don't wanna talk about it anymo-"

"did he make you cum at all?"

your jaw drops, in shock of what she just said. "uh.. no. not at all."

"jesus, you should've told me earlier," she sighs, looking at you with concern- and something else. "i could've helped y'all. or just you."

you don't know if it's just the weed or true feelings coming out of her mouth, but you swear you can feel her staring at your body, feel her moving closer. you slowly put the blunt down in the ashtray and make eye-contact with ellie.

"you know, y/n," she whispers, "i've always wondered why you would go out with these dudes and i'm right here. i see the way you look at me- hell, i've heard you fucking yourself."

your face heats up, quickly embarrassing you. "i- i'm sorry, el-"

you're suddenly cut off by ellie meeting her lips with yours. the kiss is passionate- you can feel the true feelings from ellie, feel the frustration from being ignored. you straddle her crotch, still kissing, slightly rocking back and forth. the friction from your shorts and her crotch has you soaked, whimpering a little into her mouth. she chuckles into the kiss before separating for air. "so needy already," she breathes, gliding her hands from your face, down your sides, and onto the meat of your thighs, rubbing up and down. you slightly nod, looking down, feeling slightly embarrassed of how you look right now.

"hey, look at me." one hand moves from your thigh up to your chin, making you meet eyes with her. ellie's eyes had looked different- darker, in a sense. the way she was looking at you made you wetter than ever before, wondering what she wanted to do with you. "how about we take out some of that stress, yea?"

her hands snaked under your crop top, her warm fingertips meeting your hardened nipples. she smirked. "no bra? you're gonna kill me." taking off your top slowly, her breath hitched. "god." she took one nipple into her mouth, pinching the other one in between her pointer finger and thumb. "els- fuck," you moaned, grinding on her lap. the wet spot in your panties definitely went through your shorts by now. "you're making a mess all over me, pretty girl," she cooed, still pinching your nipple. "tell me what you want."

"i- i want you," you cried, overstimulated by the sensation on your breasts. she let go of your nipple with a loud pop and let go of your nipple, making you whine from the loss of contact. "use your words. cmon, i know you can do it, princess." she sat back, waiting for your response. "p-please.. touch me," you utter, still slightly grinding on her lap.

"good girl," she purrs. she runs her calloused hands from the tops of your breasts down your sides and on the band of your shorts. "let's get these off."

she moves you off of her and slowly peels your shorts off, quietly gasping when she notices the pool of arousal in your lacy panties. "shit, i got you this wet from barely touching you?" she coos, cracking a small smile when she sees how embarrassed you are. "so cute." she runs her pointer finger over your clothed slit, earning a small wail out of you. applying pressure little by little, she watches you as you grow sexually frustrated by the second. "what's wrong, bun? you wanted me to touch you, right?"

"i need m-more, please- oh my god," you cry out, throwing your head back when she rubs small circles on your clit. she applies more and more pressure, making you feel your orgasm build up in the pit of your stomach. "ellie," you loudly moan, arching your back. she's watching you, taking in every feature of your face. she takes note of the way your eyes roll back at every circle she makes. the way your hands pinch your nipples, trying to replicate what she was doing to you. watching you get off makes her even wetter. she mumbles,"fuck it," before basically ripping off your panties off.

"what a pretty pussy," she says, voice barely above a whisper. you can't tell if she's talking to you or to herself, but she studies you; the puffy lips, how it's glistening with slick, how you leak onto the couch- everything. she runs her middle finger along your aching hole, gathering slick on it, then slowly inserts it. you gasp, gummy walls fluttering around the foreign item. she slowly moves in and out, in and out- lewd squelching sounds fill the room. "pleasepleaseplease," you babble, becoming breathless from arousal. "what, baby?" ellie comes up, planting small kisses on your collarbone. with no warning, she adds her ring finger, stretching your entrance and making you weep in her ear.

"els- m'gonna c-cum-" you sob, holding onto her shoulders. she picks up speed, watching you lose your mind. "yeah?" she murmurs, now adding her thumb to rub your bud. "cum on my fingers, princess."

you convulse around her fingers, walls contracting and expanding. your orgasm is blinding- it causes your legs to shake out of control, you loudly moan her name, holding onto her shoulders. she talks you through it; lots of "i know baby, i know"s and "I'm here, angel"'s. once your done, she removes her fingers. "open up," she says, shoving her cum-covered fingers into your mouth. you automatically suck on them, looking into her emerald eyes with innocence. "good girl."

"uhm.. t-thank you, els," you start, moving your hand over her clothed cunt. "let me touch you."

she flashed a small smile before saying, "i'm okay, baby. get some rest." before you could protest, she got up and planted a kiss on your forehead. "let's get you to bed, princess."

PART 2

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

this may be a more perv!reader than perv!Eddie, but the thought has been ruminating in my head (just swirling around like a washing machine). They have a sleepover, maybe after getting high or maybe "no you csnt go its too late you're too tired here wear my boxers and shirts :)))". Reader waits until he's asleep to start self pleasuring, but Eddie is 1000% woken up and feigning sleep as soon as he knows whats happening.

Its been stuck in my head and im like hmph. It also works the other way round with the reader feigning sleep and I csnt tell which is better.

OMG I LOVE THIS!! and as always, reader & eddie are 18+ and minors do not interact!

i love the idea of perv!reader as well! like imagining that it’s the other way around—that you’re the one obsessed with him—is such a cool take! he’s attracted to you as well, but not in the sense that you are; you’ve had a big crush on him for years, fantasize about him often (by yourself and with others), and you’re on cloud nine when he asks you to stay over after an evening of smoking. he gives you a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts to wear, and the shirt still smells vaguely like him, despite being washed. traces of cigarette smoke, his aftershave, and weed still linger in the fabric, and you pull it to your face to inhale deeply when you think he’s sleeping.

you begin to fantasize about him again. being so close to him in that bed, feeling his body heat radiating as he snores lightly next to you, and when you look over at him, you can feel your pussy aching in response. his dark hair is spread over his pillow, with some of it in his face, his shirtless chest rising & falling with sleep, his full lips slightly parted. your mind runs wild, picturing your lips all over his bare chest and flicking your tongue over his pierced nipples, imagining how his moans would sound as you did it, feeling his cock growing hard against your cunt as you ground yourself against him, your hands tangled in his hair as your pussy got wetter from the skin to skin contact. you dip your fingers into the boxers you’re wearing, running them through your soaking pussy as your imagination turns over scenario after scenario. you close your eyes to see everything more vividly, which is why you don’t see eddie opening his.

you were a little loud, which is what woke him. but when he realizes what you’re doing, he can’t bring himself to stop you, or call attention to the fact that he discovered you. so, he keeps pretending to be asleep, despite the fact that his own boxers are starting to tent a little by listening to you. he hears you moaning his name, and when he opens one eye to see what you’re doing, he finds you grinding against one of the extra pillows he gave you. when you start to finger yourself, you’re so wet that the sound of it is hard to ignore. he listens to the sounds you’re making, to the hitching of your breath as your orgasm approaches, and he can’t help but wonder what you’re thinking about. he thinks of every scenario he’s ever thought of you in, and his dick is throbbing hard at the fantasies he’s starting to have. he imagines kneeling at the edge of his bed, devouring your cunt as you soak his entire face. he sees himself balls deep inside of you, railing you until you’re clawing at him and screaming his name, blood drawn as your nails rake down his skin. he can practically feel your lips wrapping around his cock, sucking his soul right out with your eagerness & abilities that he knew you possessed. he can feel how tight & wet you would feel around his calloused fingers, your breathing heavy & back arching as his expert fingers pumped in & out of you. and it’s this that makes him turn onto his side, pretend to snore lightly, reach into his boxers, and begin jerking off inside of them.

you cum once, but you don’t stop. in fact, you don’t catch on that eddie is awake until you almost cum a second time, because by then, he’s moving his hand so damn fast that it’s causing the bed to slightly shake. smirking, you stop, wondering how much of everything he heard. judging by how hard he was going at it, you knew that he had to hear most of it, at least. you move closer to him, pressing kisses to his back as he tenses. you shush him, brushing some hair from his neck so that you can kiss it. he stops touching himself, groaning as you suck a hickey onto his neck. he turns around then, so that he can finally kiss you. the two of you make out for a little bit, hands in each other’s pants as his free one goes inside the shirt you’re wearing. you confess to him that you’ve thought of this for so long, and after exchanging some of your fantasies, you make them come true that night. you suck him off, he eats you out, and then he fucks your brains out on his dresser, among other things.

and let’s just say, he becomes an even bigger perv after that night—but only for you.

[a-luran]

omg not to be a little bitch but.... id genuinwly love to hear you talk more about that werewolf au if you feel like doing it 🙏 please dont hold back.

i can also just imagine how much of a petty bitch arthur would be knowing that his brother came to him for help and hes depending on his knowledge, and even if he acts annoyed about it and like hes being a nuisance hes still very pleased knowing the bastard has to eat his pride and ask for arthurs help lmao

im sorry im just. brainrot 😩😩

i would love to talk more about it!! Thank you for indulging me xxxxx

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So, I have thought long and hard about the specifics of Scotland being turned and the general gist of it is this: although in this AU he does have a measure of magical sensibility, his talents are rooted in nature. Drawn from damp, dark earth; peat and smoke. He paints a lonesome figure, near estranged from his past keeping to himself for the most part.

The wolf gets him when he is, of all things, gathering mushrooms. It goes straight for the throat, and leaves him for dead; but rather than die, Al digs his fingers deep into the rotting leaves of the forest floor and lives.

Then he wakes, covered in mud and blood and stinking of wet dog, and the first thing he thinks is oh, fuck.

Arthur was the first to live the house where they all grew up together— the four of them, later five; then only Daffy (Wales) left behind to guard the old mansion where they were all raised. And the first thing Arthur did was this: build a sturdy door and a high fence to between his home and the world. Metaphorically; or at least the fence is, the door is very much there. He runs an apothecary/rare artefact/all-around curio shop and lives in flat stacked right above it. Keeps a small garden out back and a well secured cellar (that will come in handy in a second), and has put away his ambitions and wanderlust to sit still for a moment and catch his breath. He will come and go, to source his stock and scratch the itch to dip his toes in faraway seas, but he rather does enjoy being a grouchy, lonesome shopkeep. The one person he sees most, beside the cast that cycle in and out of the shop— bell ringing over the door, /how do you do, mistletoe and myrtle tincture? Why yes of course, right over there, next to the eye of newt/— is Francis. Francis who is an absurdly powerful necromancer who runs the flower shop and herbarium across the street. Won’t find fresher wares then his! And his cooking is to die for, would you believe?

So what happens next is this: Arthur is pulling up weeds in the back, cursing Francis under his breath because surely it was him who blew the sunflower seeds into his vegetable patch, when Alasdair— estranged, longed for, vexing Alasdair— stumbles past the magic wards that line his property like they’re barely a bother. Alasdair gets out a rough “Lad,” then a wheeze, and face-plants right atop the rhubarb.

Arthur watches it happen with a look like a twit, the knees of his trousers soaked through with spring damp-earth, and in true familiar fashion thinks oh, fuck.

What follows is indeed very much a tug of war between them as they both struggle to find their footing and come to terms with the situation— and each other. Arthur does struggle at first, torn between past resentment and the growing realisation that he wants to be what Alasdair needs. And the same hold true for Scotland, who quickly realises that the Arthur is not-quite who he expected him to be— still infuriating, still himself only…

Forces of nature, the both of them. And a storm brewing between them with every passing day. Francis watches them circle each other with a kind of amused exasperation and wonders who will bite (ha!) first.

Now for the heat and turning… transformation, of all kinds, comes at a price. And it hurts. In this as much as with anything else. They’re both expecting the crack of bone, the ferocity of it, but they’re not quite ready for the drawn-out length of it. The spasms that seize up Alasdair’s body and bring him to his knees for hours before the night is even truly dark. Arthur doesn’t have the time to source anything better for the first time, so they make due with heavy iron chains and wards carved deep into the floor of the cellar.

The first full moon is a horror. It is also breathtaking. The restraints are barely enough against the awesome strength of wolf. Arthur watches him strain against them; watches him pant into the improvised muzzle that Alasdair insisted on when Arthur refused to leave him, and feels a quiet sort of awe. Torn between fear and an emotion he can’t quite articulate. Keeping his distance, both feet firmly on the ground where he sits on the second to last step in case he needs to bolt upstairs, all he can think about as the sun comes up and steals a sigh from Alasdair lungs is how it would feel to press a hand against the wolf’s chest. How hard Alasdair’s heart might thunder against him. How heated his skin. How rough the coarse fur of his scruff. He has little time to think of anything more before he has to move again, reaching for Alasdair to hold him up.

Coming down from the transformation is not unlike an Olympic marathon. Arthur is too busy trying to keep Alasdair’s pulse steady and pouring electrolytes down his throat to spare any more thoughts for the pounding in his own chest.

(One thing Alasdair soon realises after he is bitten is this: that his senses are ever heightened. More so after a shift. Arthur is helping him stumble his way up the stirs when he breathes him in and thinks oh. Just oh, and something in his chest clicks; turns upside down. Arthur is his brother; isn't, never was and always will be. He smells like sweat and fear. Smells of ink and herbs. Smells of worry. Smells of lust. Smells like Alasdair now that they are pressed close together. He’s become Alasdair’s home, precariously. Safe haven, safeguard; his throat is bare and now…)

When the next full moon comes, Alasdair gets loose.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Inferno Pt Seven(Ending!)

Chapter Two

Yandere! Dabi

Warnings: ciggarett burns, violence, drugs. Death

All parts can be found under the Inferno tag!

“Sen..sensei?”

That was him right? On the tv? He said he was looking for you. But Dabi said the news was scary.. but Sensei was..

Youre hand drifted up to youre chest feeling the dried medicine , lookimg down you saw the burned handprint sitting between youre chest. You held youre other hand up to produce small ice cubes . Gently you placed them over the handprint wincing.

“Ow.. uhgnn..”

It burned.. alot. Everytime you took a deep breath you were stopped short and choked on air.

“Nnh.. what am i suppose to do? I need to get out of here .”

Gently you moved youre hand from youre chest to see medicine and blood . “Bandages.. i need bandages. But i also need to play along if i want to get out.... i did it once i can do it again.”

You leaned against the wall cupping youre hands forming ice cubes sticking them together. Think.. think about the ice box.. you can handle this now. Slowly the form started to change into a thin spear in youre hands, slowly the point was coming out of youre palms .

Click

You looked up and the ice broke off youre hand onto youre lap. The door opened and Dabi stumbled in slamming the door behind him . His half lidded eyes scanned around the room before landing on you. The tips of his fingers burning with blue flames.

Okay.. think Y/N.. act how he wants. Convince him to give you bandages.

“Dabi!!! I missed you! Where did you go?”

“Out”

You pushed tnrough the chest pain and got on all fours on the bed pouting at him. The blue flames got a little bigger and he started to sway to you. Hes drunk.. you can still do this.

“Im glad youre back! “ you caught him laying him on the bed looking him over. Theres was a necklace around his neck and what looked like a key under his shirt. He smelled of booze and cigarettes.

“Y/N.”

“Yes Dabi?”

He reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of smokes. “You love me right?”

“Yes! So much Dabi!”

He lit a cigarette sticking it in his mouth closing his eyes. While he was distracted you felt around youre chains feeling a small hole . It had to be a key hole. You looked back at the wall trying to find where the chain started only for Dabi to grab youre arm.

You yipped looking back to see him staring at you and squeezing youre arm slightly. Something about him seemed different , his eyes looked angry and hazy.

“You pushed me when i was marking you Y/N.”

“Dabi i-“ he squeezed harder making you stop

“You ssssshouldint have done th-that”

“Dabi it was not you i..- i think i had a flashback to Shoto. It wont happen again”

“Youre right. It wont.”

He sat up blowing smoke out his nose resting his elbows on his knees staring at youre mark. You forced a smile at him grabbing his hand . Dabi smirked taking another drag pulling you closer.

“Dabi.. do you have bandages ? My chest .. hurts and i want it to look nice when it heals!”

“Be quiet.” His tone was dark and scary.

Youre chest started to burn after hearing him. He yanked you over and took the cigarette out of his mouth tracing it along youre arm.

“Y/N.. ive given you so much .. and you push me?”

He traced it closer to youre skin .

Hes gonna burn you. Think .. think.. focus youre quirk on youre arm. Hes not paying attention to youre hands. Focus on the icicle forming...

“I got you whatever you wanted, I killed youre nurse, i healed youre stupid mark on youre arm. Ive given you nothing but my love and you... push me?”

Stay calm. Stay calm..

He placed the cigarette down on youre arm burning you. You closed youre eyes trying to focus youre quirk on just youre arm. The icicle fell off and youre eyes opened with realization.

You cant focus on youre arm and the icicle. Think.. endure it . The icicle started to form again and Dabi dragged the cigarette down youre arm in silly movements making you scream.

“Ive given you my love!!!! I was going to give you the world! Protect you!” He dug his nails into youre arm burning youre tender skin.

Almost.. bigger.. sharper.

You were leaning on the wall a sweating mess . Youre arm was bleeding and Dabi was poking at youre arm with the cigarette. You coughed freling youre lungs ice over .

Breath.. cmon.

He put the cigarette in youre mouth and kissed youre wet cheek . Slowly he looked down at youre arm smiling at the work he did. You could not feel yours arm and it was twitching. You held the cigarette with youre teeth trying not to cough . Dabi leaned into you kissing youre neck.

“ its okay now Y/N. I forgive you. Were okay. And now youre even prettier. Would you like those bandages?”

He took the cigarette from you putting it in his mouth burning youre neck. You twitched when the icicle fell out of youre palm. Quickly you focused youre quirk on youre arm now and turned to look at him.

“Dabi..yes please but..”

“But? But what Y/N?”

“Will you.. stay with me for a minute? You were gone for so long.”

Dabi smiled placing his cigarette on the desk in a ash tray . He wrapped his arms around you laying you down and cuddling you. You held Dabi’s head against youre breast while you felt around for the icicle .

“Snowflake?”

“Y-yes? Dabi?”

“ im going to unshackle youre ankles so we can cuddle properly okay? “

“Okay Dabi! I wont go anywhere. I never want to leave you. Thank you Dabi.”

Dabi kissed at youre chest before gettimg up turning his back to you to unhook the shackles. He leaned down tossing them off the bed . You looked around for the icicle pulling youre feet up .

Where is it? Where is it?!?

“Snowflake?” He turned with the icicle in his hand

“Whats... whats this?”

You couldint think of an excuse.

“Its.. an icicle.”

“ why? Why would you make this?!?” He grabbed youre arm yanking you up to youre knees. “You made this right?! Were you planning on using it on me?”

“Dabi!!! Listen i-“

He slammed the icicle against youre face making you hit the wall. Ice cubes fell out of youre arms and you tasted blood . He grabbed youre neck heating it up holding you in place. You focused youre quirk on youre fingers , Dabi squeezed youre neck while he yelled at you.

“You selfish bitch!”

You slowly moved youre hands up . From his chest to his neck . Youre arms shaking and soaking the bed with ice cubes.

“All ive done is show you love!!!!”

You whined from the burning in youre neck , you cupped Dabi’s cheeks moving up to his eyes.

“Da...bi....”

He blinked and in the same second you formed icicles in youre thumbs shoving them in his eyesall the way.

“ AAUGGHHH!!!!!!!!.......!!!!!!!” He coughed and the burning on youre neck stopped. You pulled youre hands away and Dabi fell on you.

“Aahhg!!! “ you pushed him off scrambling up to hold youre neck . You heaved rolling Dabi over ripping the key from his neck . You struggled trying to get off the bed falling off it hitting youre arm screaming. You caughed up blood crawling to the wall looking the chain over .

No..

“Where is it?!?” You tugged the chain and looking around seeing Dabi on the bed bleeding onto the floor. “Hes dead.. he cant hurt you. Think.. “

Youre shaky hands felt all around the chain and around the collar feeling a hole on the side. You fumbled the key getting blood on it and holding it up to the hole. The key slipped in and you turned it . The collar fell off and you got up trying to run as fast as you can. You hit the wall sliding against it going to the bathroom to look for any kind of medicine ir bandages. You slammed the medicine cabinet open pulling bandages out wrapping up youre neck, arm and chest . The medicine cabinet bounced back and you saw youreself . Bruised.. burned .. crying.

“Worry about it later.. have to get out..”

You stumbled to the main room grabbing one of Dabi’s shirts pulling it on. The door was getting closer with each step you took. You were getting dizzy and having trouble breathing . You fiddled with the door knob opening it and falling out hitting the ground hard knocking youreself out.

Eventually a passerby found you and called the police and Pros. Before they could finish the call they choked dropping the phone. Binding tape fell from the body and somebody stepped over to you kneeling down.

[its-kb]

18+ Only-Thats some spicy shit- Episode 1

It’s fucking hot. Sweat is beading down between my tits. My baby pink tank top has turned a deep mauve as it is saturated in the august heat. Im sure i smell like a roasted chicken left out in the sun to long at some family picnic. Windows down, my flip flops yeeted somewhere in the back after a toddler sized temper tantrum. I have been stuck in this god forsaken car for over an hour. Not moving, watching my disparable life pass me by in the carpool lane, laughing at me. I am now 30 minutes late, I’m sure Marley has already left the bar either with some hot surfer dude with a giant bulge between his legs, or a smoking hot hippie chick with beautiful tits.

“ One night, just one” i say in a huff. I have been working my ass off for months on this damn project at work and i am finally done. Ready to go out, get hammered, and find the biggest cock in the bar to be my white knight and save this damsel in distress.

“Wow, i need to get off Netflix” i say as i flip through my phone for something to listen to. Traffic jams are a pain in the ass but most deffinetly a part of the LA scene. At least i have a nice view of chrome and the most overwhelming smell of diesel to make my stay more pleasant. “ thanks trucker, “ As much as i love you for keeping my redbulls and Giorgio Armani perfume in stock, you are really killing my vibe right now. What i wouldn’t give for a jeep full of sun kissed surfers to reside in your spot.

Not liking any of the current options on my song list as they just aren’t meeting my mood, i meander on over to the latest podcasted just posted. “Hmmmm sex in the city-the raunchy chronicles. “ this sounds interesting”, i say as i hit play. Immediately shrieking and covering my ears. Apparently turning down the ear bleeding volume after my last Nirvana jam session would have been a good idea. Then it hits me. The loud screams and banging i am hearing are the beautiful sounds of some chick getting railed probably from behind by the sounds of it. My face turns red as i reach over to turn down the volume. Thankfully there is a giant hunk of metal next to me and not some mini van full of soccer moms and their kids.

My mind reels as i listen to the quite sound of passion. The moans and wet sounds the focal point of the story at the moment. Then he speaks. A deep timber voice, smokey with authority. A sound that penetrates my brain and makes me shudder. “Pinch your clit for me darling”, he tells the lucky lady he currently has his dick buried in. Lost in his voice that has my brain in his grasp, my hand wonder down below the hem of my white lace skirt. Finding my silky white thong already soaked. I let his voice command me as my clit begs me to follow through. Pinching only lightly as to not hurt the poor thing. At this rate i am so overwhelmed and under fucked the slightest touch will set me off.

“Good girl “ he says as i moan. My mind no longer registering where i am, i am taken to a penthouse overlooking the La city lights with floor to wall windows. Laying spread out on a lush fur rug.

“Now slide those long beautiful fingers in that pink swollen pussy” he tells me. Slipping my thong to the side, i heed to his command. Sliding a finger slowly inside my wet hot hole as my body shudders. Bracing one foot on the window of my door and shifting my ass lower in the seat.

“Thats it baby, now i want you to ride that beautiful hand, just like its my cock.” Replacing my moans with the lucky lady on the other side, i begin to do exactly as asked. Pumping my finger in and out. More, i need more i whimper just as i hear the sound of a flat hand hitting wet skin. I jump screaming out as my clit stings from the imaginable slap.

“Thats it baby, now be a good girl and add another finger.” Needing very little persuasion i roughly add a second finger. Pumping in and out as i feel my body tense a rippling feeling starts in my core and works its way out.

“Cum…Now” he shouts and my body surrenders to his words. Lightening erupting behind my eyes, as my pussy clenches my fingers and waves of pleasure pass through me. Leaving a trail of wetness covering my fingers and my thighs.

Honk, beep beep. Honk. I hear in the distance as my brain comes back from whatever far off distance it was visiting.

“Oh shit” I have now became the traffic jam. The car in front of me now a mile away. Its just me and my trucker friend who probably decided to take a siesta while patiently waiting. Pulling my fingers out and grabbing a Mcdonalds napkin left over from lunch i clean myself and throw my car back in drive.

“Well it wasnt the ending i was hoping for but at least it was happy “ i say as i begin to pull away and rejoin my fellow travelers.

A truckers life-Traffic jam with a view…coming soon.

[littlestshelby]

Little One. Pt.8.

Part 8 Of ??

Part 1 here.

Part 2 here.

Part 3 here.

Part 4 here.

Part 5 here.

Part 6 here.

Part 7 here.

Warnings:- smut, swearing.

Slumped on the floor next to her door, whimpering for someone to help her. Her insides burned just as much as her skin, the fire in the small of her stomach growing worse with each hour that ticked by. She had managed to get herself off twice but the different scents of alpha in the house were throwing her off she didn’t want to touch herself she just wanted her alpha.

Tommy had nearly ripped Arthur’s head off when he told him he couldn’t go home. “You’ll hurt ‘er Tom, stop.” Arthur snapped shoving his brother against the bar. “You okay now John Boy?” He asked glancing at his younger brother. Who was still gripping the door frame his chest heaving as he tried to clear his head of thoughts on what he would do to the omega. With Esme being a beta she didn’t get heats so the only time John managed to get his knot wet was when he was in rut.

Bonding with Esme was the best thing that could ever have happened to the young man but god he missed coming home to his omega in a soaking wet heat. “I’m fine.” John grunted. Arthur was older than the others and was bonded to his omega so wasn’t as effected by felicity. If he was a few years younger it would’ve been harder to keep himself back.

“You fuckin stink.” John scrunched his nose waving it away from his face. “He’s gone into rut. Go let Poll know I’ll take ‘Im to the whore house.” Arthur grabbed tommy and shoved him out the door into the street.

Felicity whined rubbing her hands over her body. Her fingers pinching at her nipples gently, her stomach clenching as it twisted in knots. “Alpha.” She whispered over and over slipping her free hand between her legs, pressing two fingers inside herself she tried to reach the spot inside her that would at least take the edge off. Whimpering she wiggled trying her hardest to reach it but her fingers were to small.

Settling for rubbing her fingers over her clit she painted her forehead dripping with sweat. Letting out a loud cry she came on her fingers.

Tommy had been thrown in a room with Tina, the omega he spent his last rut with.the room was small and just filled with a mattress some jugs of water and some fruits. The omega stood in the corner of the room. A metal choker around her neck to keep any horny alpha bonding her while they fucked. Tommy stared at her for a few moments, looking over the scars on her body, failed bond marks and scratches from feral Alphas in rut.

She was the complete opposite of felicity, black hair, tanned skin, dark eyes and she smelt like dirt and stale food. The slightest hint of vanilla from the pure young girl she was before she was used.

Stepping toward the omega tommy started to rip off his clothes. “Ass up, face down. Don’t speak” he growled ripping the buttons from his shirt. His cock was already throbbing from the second he got the scent of the pure omega, his body felt like it was being ripped apart, much like hers would be now. He couldn’t get it out of his mind, how much pain she would be in now, how she would smell, how she would beg for him to touch her, the way she said his name made him shiver.

Stroking himself quickly he squeezed his knot growling loudly. “Get out.” He grunted startling the small woman. “What?” She asked looking up at him reaching to touch him. Tommy gritted his teeth, his inner alpha screaming at him to pin the omega down on the mattress and fuck her until her stomach is swollen from the amount of cum he pumps into her.

But he shook his head grabbing the omegas arm ripping the door open and throwing her out into the hall way. “Leave me alone.” He growled. If felicity was going threw this alone so would he. The little omega had made a print in his heart and he couldn’t do it. Not without thinking about her the whole time.

—

The next morning Ada knocked on felicitys door asking her to open it. She did as she was told and noticed a bolt on the outside of the door. Even if she tried to get out she couldn’t. Felicity stood crying looking at Ada, stood completely naked. Her skin was pink in patches where she’s rubbed at herself and pinched trying to get rid of the fire on her skins.

Her eyes flitted from Ada to behind her at Tommy’s room. “He isn’t there.” Ada spoke softly placing the tray or fruit and mug of water on the table next to her bed. “Pollys down stairs so I have to be quick.” Ada hummed walking over to felicity tucking her hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry it won’t last much longer just a few more days.” She smiled a little. With that she left. Locking the door behind her.

Felicity stood in the same spot staring at the door. His inner omega whining for Tommy, no matter the different scents she could smell in this house the only one that made her heat unbearable was the cinnamony minty scent of the blue eyed alpha.

She didn’t even have any thing of his in her nest and she was pinching herself to stay in focus. Maybe if she screamed and screamed and screamed tommy would come to her! Like he did with the man in the kitchen that night.

Closing her green eyes and taking a deep breath she pressed two fingers inside herself and pressed her thumb to her clit pressing hard. Opening her mouth she screamed. Screamed harder than she ever had before. It lasted a few minutes before someone was kicking at her door. Not thinking felicity ran to the door unlocking it knowing tommy would unbolt it from the outside.

—

Tommy was squeezing his knot tightly tugging his cock when he heard it. Heard the high pitched scream from the Next street over, his omega calling for him. She was hurting and he couldn’t help her.

Grabbing his trousers He tugged them on ignoring the rest of his clothes. Bare chested and trousers budging he fought the betas at the door to get out. Struggling with the one alpha who was stood in front of the door tommy bit the mans cheek making the alpha snarl and back off.

Running out into the street he saw a couple of omegas huddling together or gripping harder onto their Alphas as he bolted past them. Getting to the house he knew he just had to her last Polly. With his chest heaving he stood in front of the door ready to struggle with his aunt. “Don’t you dare step one foot in this house tommy!” Polly growled from behind the door.

“She’s Just calling for anyone tommy! It’s not you.” Polly snapped. “You come in here Thomas that girl will never forgive you!”

Tommy was already threw the door standing in front of his aunt looking like a wild animal, searching for water after a famine.

—

“Alpha” felicity whimpered as the door flew open. Then the scent hit her. Like a truck. Lily’s and citrus with a hint of cigar smoke. “Finn” felicity whimpered backing up a little.

The young alpha stood staring at her, his body heaving out testosterone. His eyes scanning the omegas body as his hands ripping off his suit. Felicitys omega was screaming at her to jump on the alpha beg him to mate her, to bond her and fill her with his children.

Slamming the door behind himself finn lifted the small naked omega up and dropped her on the bed hovering over her. Felicity couldn’t help it she whined begging him to touch her, slick running freely down her thighs and onto the mattress. Finn dipped his head down to the bottom of her stomach breathing in deeply. “God you smell good” he growled lapping up the slick from her inner thigh.

“Finn please.” She hiccuped her hands pinching her nipples. Finn reached between her legs and slipped two fingers inside her. “Oh god oh god.” Felicitys back arched as his fingers pressed that spot inside her that made he come undone every time.

“Gonna knot you up love, gonna fill you with my pups.” He growled making felicity shiver reaching up she grabbed his face pulling him up so he was hovering over her while his fingers thrust harshly inside her.

“Please alpha” she whined digging her fingers into his shoulders in blind pleasure.

—

Tommy and Polly were stood arguing when tommy froze growling “why do I smell Finn” Pollys head snapped to the kitchen. “The back door.” She whispered.

Tommy was past her in a flash and up the stairs in seconds. Kicking and slamming against the door to get it open. With one harsh kick the door flew open.

Tommy saw red. Finn was hovering over his omega his mouth on her chest cock lined up ready to take her while she cried out dripping and whining about her alpha.

With a growl tommy lunged at his younger brother knocking him off the bed onto the ground, biting and snapping at the boys neck. Finn shocked him putting up a fight kicking and punching. “Alpha alpha please.” Felicity cried sat on the bed her fingers pressed to her core.

“Get out before I fucking kill you.” Tommy roared landing a punch right on Finns jaw making a large crack sound Ecco around the house.

Finn stumbled up and out the room growling. Slamming the door and locking it tommy moved the wardrobe easily in front of it. Before turning back to look at his omega.

“You’re fucking mine.”

[sympathyfortheblinderdevil]

The Cursed Side of This Family Chapter 5

(look here for chapter 4)         (look here for Chapter 6)

Slow burn, Tommy x Esme, grief, guilt, lust, drugs…What’s not to love?

In this installment, Esme has a sexy flashback...

Drifting in and out of sleep, Esme could not seem to find the rest that she needed. She was all out of smoke, and wouldn’t dare ask Tommy if he had any, even though she knew that he would sometimes use it to help him quiet his mind when nothing else would.

She got out of bed and tiptoed to the window. Drawing the lace curtain aside and looking down on watery lane, she recalled that this was not the first time that Thomas Shelby left her flushed, confused, and restless.

Her thoughts wandered back to an accidental late night meeting in Charlie’s yard. John had come home drunk, loud, and smelling of whores one too many times. Esme had practically thrown the baby into his arms and then stalked out the door, leaving him with a houseful of newly woken, bawling children. “Fuck you, Esme!” John slurred at her back as she walked away.

“It’ll be cold day in hell before you get the pleasure again,” she roared through gritted teeth as she stormed down the lane. Their relationship had always been odd. Fixed. Arranged. But, the spark of passion was there from the first night, for both of them, and it always hurt her when he strayed. They viciously fought, but making-up was always sweet. She knew that tomorrow morning he would pick a bouquet of wildflowers, bring her tea in bed, and put his head in her lap. He’d be all baleful looks and tears, begging for her forgiveness. As always, she would forgive him.

Tonight, however, Esme was full of devilment. She half considered going into the Garrison to even the score. There was no doubt she could find someone with which to spend the night.  She was not a conventional beauty, but she was sexy. A riot of wild black hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back, her black eyes flashed under their sweeping lashes, and the curves of her body had only become more supple and pronounced in motherhood. She was everything a man could want in his bed, but she didn’t want any man’s bed. As easy as it would have been to make John pay for his indiscretions by knowing that she had fucked another man, she could never go through with it. Her heart wouldn’t let her, and it would be as good as a death warrant for the poor man whom she bedded.

The night air was crisp and felt good in her lungs, cooling her down and helping her to gain control of her emotions. She boldly decided to walk as far as Charlie’s yard. One of her favorite mares had delivered a foal, and she had yet to see it. The horses always helped her to see sense. She’d always said that she’d been born riding, and that wasn’t far from the truth. Growing up on the road, horses were a part of her everyday life before she could crawl. Their gentle majesty grounded her, and in the crazy world of Small Heath Esme needed to visit them often. The risk of walking through the dark streets was well worth it to her if she ended up at the stables.

As she approached the stables, she noticed a faint light and thought that maybe Curly had come down to check on the new foal. She called out, “Curly, it’s just me, Esme. I’ve come to see the black mare and her…” Before she could finish, the door swung open and Tommy, wild eyed, stood in the doorway. “Come on in, Esme. Don’t let me stop you.”

“I…I didn’t know you were here, Thomas.”

“Does it matter?”

“No…” it sounded like a question coming out of her mouth, but she could see that something was definitely very wrong with Tommy and she didn’t know quite how to approach him. Tommy wasn’t wearing his usual jacket. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, and his shirt was soaked with sweat

Esme carefully ventured a question, “Where’s the foal?”

“Dead. He didn’t make it.” Peering from the shadows, he never broke eye contact as he spoke to her, and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. As he spoke, the familiar scent of whiskey reached Esme’s nose.

“I’m sorry Thomas.” Esme spoke softly, carefully, almost as if she was speaking to a horse that could easily spook.

“No need for that. It’s all part of it, eh?” he lied.

But she knew better. Thomas Shelby never lost his cool. He could stare down the barrel of a gun without flinching, but the death of the foal had shaken him. He loved horses more than he could love most people. That was something that he and Esme had in common. He stepped into the light and she noticed that his eyes, which had finally shifted away hers, were red and wet.

“Couldn’t wait until morning to see an ‘orse? Don’t you think the streets of Small Heath are a bit more hospitable in the light of day?” As he spoke he handed Esme a nearly empty bottle of whiskey.

Taking the bottle, Esme snarled, “Your pig of a brother came home drunk and smelling of whores. It was either leave the house or gut him with a kitchen knife.” She drained the remaining contents of the bottle and handed it back to Tommy.

Tommy barely suppressed a low chuckle.

“It’s not funny, Thomas.”

“You’re right, my girl. It’s not. He should treat you with a bit more respect. At least wash up and put on a fresh shirt before he crawls home.”

“Fuck you, Thomas.”

“Oh, come on, Esme. I’m only pointing out the absurdity of the situation. Why on earth would he need to fuck whores when he has you at home? I would never do that to you.”

Esme felt a warmth run down her spine at his words, for they were spoken softly and sincerely. When Tommy raised his icy blue gaze back to hers, she could feel her cheeks flush and her stomach draw into a knot.

“Thank you, Thomas.” She whispered.

The corners of his lips raised a little, almost into a smile, but not quite.

His words implied an affection for her that she never knew had existed, and her mind slid sideways. Thomas actually cared about her. The king of Small Heath, with his razor crown, had a beating heart after all. They stood in thick silence for what seemed like hours. Their eyes locked on to each other until it felt, surreally, like they were drawing closer.

“Right then. Let’s get you home. I don’t want you wandering the streets of Small Heath at this hour. A bit unseemly, don’t you think?” Tommy spoke, and the spell was broken.

Tommy led her to a stall which held a white stallion. “How ‘bout I take you home on ‘im?”

Esme lit up as the horse nuzzled her hand. “He’s beautiful, Tom. Where’d you get him?”

“Won ‘im off Johnny Dogs. One day that Gypsy bastard will learn not to bet against me.”

Esme laughed, in spite of herself. She knew that Tommy’s Grandfather was a Gypsy King, and he meant no harm against her kin.

The night was getting colder by the minute, and Esme was grateful for the warmth that the whiskey had provided. Tommy pulled his coat on, and grabbed an extra one that he kept at the stables.

“Here, put this on. It’s gotten colder since you came in.”

Esme gratefully bundled up in Tommy’s coat. It smelled like Tommy’s sweat, whiskey, horses, and smoke- a smell not very unlike John’s.

Outside on the gravel Tommy helped her mount. She hitched her dress up and swung her leg over, a little embarrassed at the view that Tommy would have. She was more embarrassed when she saw the red state of his ears as he mounted behind her. Tommy clicked his tongue and the horse began to lope down the lane.  Riding through the streets bareback, Esme had to grip the horse with her thighs. Simultaneously, she could feel the warmth of Tommy’s body at her back and his slow steady breath on her ear.

She had never been this close to him before. Tommy had always kept a carefully guarded distance from her. Where Arthur’s demeanor always had the rough affection of a brother, with his bear hugs and mussing up her hair, Tommy always kept a formal tone. Now, she was sat between his thighs, and rocking movement of the horse did little to quiet the stirring she felt between hers.

As they rode past the BSA, flames from the forge spooked the stallion, and he reared up on his back legs. Tommy gripped Esme tightly to him, leaving no room between them. She could feel his heart racing against her back, and she soon realized that he had his chin on her shoulder and his cheek pressed to her’s. His hand was just under her breasts, strong and insistent. He pulled the reins and spoke in rich, low tones to the animal, shushing and reassuring him. Even with all the whiskey Tommy had consumed, he kept a clear head when it came to horses, and he soon had the stallion calmed down. Esme caught her breath and relaxed against Tommy’s chest. It took a second too long for him to loosen his grip on her waist and for his chin to leave her shoulder, but Esme didn’t mind.

They soon were at the door to the house she shared with John, who burst out into the street the second that they rode up.

Tommy dismounted first. “I have brought your wife home, Brother. I need a word with you.”

They walked a few feet away and Tommy bent down, his mouth close to John’s ear. He murmured something that made John’s head snap up. John glared at Tommy defiantly. Tommy put his hand on the back of John’s neck and pulled him closer again. He hissed something into John’s ear and John nodded his resignation to whatever Tommy had said.

Tommy returned to help Esme down, and once she was on the ground he faced her. “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble out of him for a while.”

“I don’t need you to fight my battles, Thomas Shelby.” Esme snapped, immediately regretting her harsh tone. “But, thank you. For everything,” she said with a much softer voice.

Once inside the house, John started babbling a stream of apologies. Esme held her hand up to him, and said, “Just leave it, John. I’ll be up in a bit.”

John went up the stairs, and Esme fixed herself a glass of whiskey. She swirled the amber liquid and smiled. It smelled like Thomas. Tomorrow, she would be John’s faithful and loving wife, but tonight, in John’s bed, she’d close her eyes and imagine herself getting up to a little devilment.

(Look here for Chapter 6)

[ylla]

Friday Night Gurus - Chapter 1

Series: JJBA Ships: josuyasu (others will eventually happen too, but im tagging as i go) Tags: au where theyre famous, modern au, pining, josuke is a hot mess and has exactly 0 chill Rating: T (for this chapter only, bc eventually there will be sex/smoking the devil’s lettuce)

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reeeeee so i’ve been in and out of the doctor’s office with a sinus infection so intense, i’ve been to the ER due to pain. fun shit. i came up with this AU while listening to music while waiting for someone to come smother me with a pillow to put me out of my misery.

this unbeta’d because i wrote this on my phone while waiting. i plan on keeping up with this idea because it delights me. next chapter will follow shortly too, because i’m trying to break this up into smaller chunks as i hammer it out on my phone (which fucking sucks, lemme tell ya). if you notice anything weird, tell me about it so i can fix it!!

The first time Josuke Higashikata meets Okuyasu Nijimura was because of a fuckup in a magazine photo shoot schedule. The shoot in question was for a feature in Rolling Stone; award season was coming soon and they wanted to feature the current Biggest Names in Music. Some poor intern (who was probably promptly fired) fucked up EVERYONE’S schedule, so all the bands and singers had to come in during the same hellish week in June. It was a nightmare for all involved.

Of course, the cover would feature the biggest name in the industry which, naturally, was Josuke. Discovered at sixteen, with two world tours, four albums (two of which went platinum), and at least 20 different awards, he was twenty-four and still going. His latest album dropped too late for Grammy consideration last year, but he was feeling real confident. This was his year. He’ll get that fucking Grammy, even if he killed him.

Josuke still considered himself to be a chill, down-to-earth kind of man despite his superstardom; able to roll with the punches whenever they came. He got that sometimes things just didn’t go your way, but he still couldn’t help it when his precious time off gets thwarted by some dumb idiot.

“What the fuck, Koichi?” Josuke whined on their way to the shoot, “Why couldn’t have this happened literally like, last week?”

Koichi Hirose was his manager, agent, PR guy, and truth be told, the only person beside his mother and grandfather who truly knew him. “Stop whining, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Dude, this was supposed to be my first week off in forever—“

For someone who was 5’3 and weighed 110lbs soaking wet, Koichi could be intimidating. He gave Josuke a look before parking and turning off the car, “Can’t be helped. They wanted to do the cover shoot last since there’s two of them.”

Josuke made a face. He forgot that this would be a dual cover. Him on one side, some band on the other. “Who’s the other band?”

Like he was still in school, Koichi started rattling off some facts, “Arrowhead, they’re a metal band. Comprised of four members. Skyrocketed up the charts this past year with their second album. You guys fought over #1 album and singles on Billboard on and off all year.” Koichi was the type of guy who always did his homework, “Now come on, you’re gonna be late.”

The shoot was operating in some random ass warehouse in some backassward part of Los Angles. Josuke and Koichi waltz into some giant room that was getting set up; a group of 4 people huddled in a corner eating what appeared to be a large quantity of Taco Bell with a sharp dressed man standing near them. Josuke’s kind of people.

“Oi! Tonio!” Koichi called out with a wave, before gesturing at Josuke to follow him over. Josuke barely restrained an eyeroll; his hair was up in a ponytail and he was wearing some worn-out sweats with an old t-shirt, not exactly looking good for first introductions.

“Koichi,” the finely dressed man shook Koichi’s outstretched hand, “good to see you.”

“Josuke, this is Tonio Trussardi, we work at the same agency.” Koichi gestured at Tonio, “And Tonio, this is Josuke Higashikata.”

Josuke held out his hand and got a firm handshake, “Nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Tonio’s eyes sparkled. He let go of Josuke’s hand and gestured to the group of people sitting behind him, “These are my charges, Arrowhead.”

He started with introductions, pointing to a man leaned up against the wall, who had sleepy eyes and a face Josuke would find attractive if it wasn’t for the tattoo on his chin, “Yuuya Fungami, drummer.” Yuuya nodded in greeting. Tonio pointed to a pretty girl with long black hair who was intently staring at Koichi, “Yukako Yamagishi, lead guitarist.” She didn’t even acknowledge Josuke, but held out a hand for Koichi to shake (which he did, if a little hesitant due to her staring). He swept a hand towards a man with impressively tall hair and two braids, “Keicho Nijimura, bassist.” Keicho gave them a cold stare and said nothing. “And last, but not least,” Tonio clapped his hand on a scarred man who had been too busy slamming a taco the entire time and didn’t notice people had walked up, “Okuyasu Nijimura, lead singer and rhythm guitarist.”

Okuyasu jumped a little, before turning a little pink and waving, “Sup?” His voice sounded he had came out of the womb smoking like a freight train.

Josuke was taken aback when he got a good look at the guy. The symmetrical scars running parallel on Okuyasu’s face did nothing to detract from how goddamn hot he was. Square jaw, angular face, black and silver hair pulled up into a ponytail, three piercings in each ear, ripped arms that had tattoos snaking up them, good God almighty. The first thought that entered Josuke’s mind when looking Okuyasu in the face was Oh no, he’s hot. The first words out of his mouth were “Those tacos smell so fuckin’ good.” Real smooth.

Without another word, Okuyasu offered him one. Josuke ignored how the blonde guy glared at him, and took the proffered taco, “Thanks dude.”

“S’no prob.”

As Josuke started chowing down, about to start chatting up the cute guy, when Okuyasu unceremoniously got up and walked away. Trying not to look so bitter, Josuke turned towards Koichi, but Yukako was asking him incredibly personal questions about his life, while Tonio started ushering Yuuya to hair and makeup, “Photographer’s not here yet, but you need to be ready since you’re the first up.”

“Yeah yeah, stop pushing.”

Keicho’s cold stare was unwavering and was starting to give Josuke the heebie jeebies, “Oi, Koichi. I’m gonna have a smoke.” Josuke didn’t bother to listen for Koichi’s stammered reproach before heading outside (which might have been a strangled cry for help). Truth be told, he really didn’t need a cigarette, he just kind of wanted to go pout. But luck would have it, when he went outside, Okuyasu was sitting on the curb with earbuds in, watching some video. Nosy as shit, Josuke hovered over his shoulder to see what he watching, “Are you watching Real Housewives of Atlanta??”

Okuyasu nearly jumped out of his skin, phone fumbling in his hand, “Oh shit!” he whipped around, wearing glasses he didn’t have on earlier, unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, “Uh, I can explain.”

Oh no, he’s so fuckin’ cute Josuke hollered inwardly. He held his hands up in defense, “Sorry man, didn’t mean to scare ya.” Pulling out his own pack of cigarettes, he sat down beside him on the curb, “Don’t gotta explain anything to me, I love trashy reality shows.”

“You ain’t makin’ fun of me, are ya?” Okuyasu asked, scowling.

“What? Nah, reality shows are the shit. I love binge watching them.” Josuke fished around in his pocket, “You got a lighter?”

As if Okuyasu was trying to divine if Josuke was lying, he stared at him for a few seconds before handing over his lighter, “Jus’ asking. Keicho gives me shit for watching them, but they’re hilarious.”

Josuke lit his cigarette, “Don’t let anyone tell you how to live your life.” Inhale. He gave Okuyasu a serious look, speaking on the exhale and handing his lighter back, “Fuck what he thinks.”

Okuyasu was quiet while he lit up and took a drag. For a moment, Josuke was worried that he had already overstepped his boundaries with someone he literally just met. God, no wonder he didn’t have any friends.

He was snapped out of mentally kicking his own ass when Okuyasu spoke, holding up his right earbud, “Wanna watch with me?”

“Hell yes I do, which episode are you on?”

“The one where Ridickulous shows up—“

“THAT’S MY FAVORITE ONE—“

“DUDE, MINE TOO.”

They ended up talking while watching, not really paying much attention to the show until Ridickulous showed up, which was met with raucous laughter. Josuke learned that Keicho was Okuyasu’s older brother, that the only thing better than chocolate or strawberry ice cream was strawberry ice cream with chocolate chunks, he smoked his cigarettes like he did his joints, he smelled insanely good, most of his tattoos didn’t have much more meaning than “They looked cool as shit when my dude drew them”, and that Okuyasu Nijimura was the most genuine person he had ever met. He was sweet, eager to please, loud, and friendly. Josuke was already dangerously enamored.

Josuke hadn’t even been aware of how much time passed until Koichi came out, “They’re looking for you guys. Keicho’s almost done, so you both need to go to hair and makeup.” Yukako hovered in behind Koichi, her eye’s sliding between Okuyasu and Josuke with a blank expression on her face.

“Shit, I hadn’t even realized,” Josuke stood up and held a hand out to help Okuyasu up, “Let’s go before we get murdered.”

With a grin, Okuyasu took his hand and hopped up, “Yeah, god forbid we disappear for a minute.”

It was hilarious watching Okuyasu, who had never had makeup put on him in all his life, grimace as his face was caked. “This shit smells weird.”

Josuke couldn’t help but cackle while he did his own hair, “Get used to it, dude. This is your life now.”

Makeup finished, Okuyasu got started on his own hair, “Josuke, the least surprisin’ thing you could ever tell me about yourself is the fact that you don’t let anyone else do your hair.” He was fighting with stubborn strands that didn’t want to stay still, “The pomp is cool, you pull it off.”

A quick glance in the mirror told Josuke that he managed to keep his blush to a minimum, “Thanks dude, you got some slick style there yourself.” The shy, pleased grin that crossed Okuyasu’s face was an image he wanted branded to the inside of his eyelids.

Okuyasu was up for pictures first, looking anxious and green. It was clear to Josuke that he had no idea what he was doing. “Dude, just relax!” he shouted, “You’re looking fine!” What he didn’t say was that he meant that two ways. With a slight nod, Okuyasu relaxed slightly, and his pictures started coming out better. Josuke was trying to go for the somewhat disinterested watching, but damn, he couldn’t help but stare. This dude was cute. Out of the corner of his eye, Josuke caught Keicho staring at him again. What was that guy’s deal??

He couldn’t ruminate on an answer, because as soon as he thought that, Yuuya suddenly sat down beside him, causing Josuke to yelp in a totally manly way, “Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry dude,” Yuuya was eating a leftover taco, “Busy watchin’ the show?” He tilted his head toward the photographer fussing at Okuyasu, shit-eating grin on his face.

Josuke did not like that smug look Yuuya was sporting, “He looks nervous. Jus’ tryin’ to help him out.”

“That’s just how he is,” without looking over his shoulder, Yuuya tossed the taco wrapper behind him, hitting a trashcan, “He doesn’t know how to chill out.”

They sat in silence few a couple of minutes before the eyes Josuke felt on his back were getting on his last goddamned nerve, “Why is that guy staring at me like I murdered everyone he’s ever cared about?”

Yuuya eyed Keicho for a second before shrugging, “That’s just how he is too.”

Before Josuke could even ask what the fuck that even meant, Keicho punched Yuuya’s shoulder as he walked by, “Come on, asshole. It’s time for the cover.”

“Ow, that fuckin’ hurt, dickhead.” Taking his time, Yuuya stood up and stretched, rubbing his punched shoulder. “By the way, Okuyasu’s single,” Yuuya said casually, as if he was answering a question that had been posed.

Josuke sputtered, his face scarlet, “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK—“

Yuuya pointed at his nose, “I got a nose for romance,” and then he dead ass winked at Josuke before walking away. Josuke wondered if he was that obvious. Perhaps that explains why big bro Keicho stared daggers at him. Maybe he needed to work on being subtle, but Higashikata’s were never, ever subtle (thanks mom).

The cover shoot didn’t take too long, much to Josuke’s surpise. Not a whole lot of time passed before it was Josuke’s turn. Okuyasu was dragging his feet, watching intently, while Keicho was demanding they leave. Tonio, bless him, told them that he needed to speak to Koichi about business matters before they left (mercifully saving him from Yukako’s question of “What do you look for in a woman?”) Josuke didn’t know if Tonio was picking up on something, or just making assumptions, but he appreciated it.

When the pictures were mercifully done, Josuke ran to the bathroom real quick to reorient himself, muttering under his breath, “Okay, Higashikata. You got this. You’re cool, suave, and undeniably handsome.” Josuke applied a quick coat of lip gloss before heading back out there, “Get that cute guy’s number.”

After leaving the bathroom, Josuke was greeted to an almost empty room. Okuyasu was nowhere to be found. In fact no one associated with Arrowhead was there; Keicho had muscled them out of the door as soon as Josuke left the room, Koichi helpfully explained, patting Josuke’s shoulder as he felt his confidence leak out of him like a sad balloon.

Josuke pouted the whole way home, and Koichi couldn’t tempt him out of a foul mood. “Josuke, what’s the problem??” Koichi asked, finally fed up with his huffing and sighing, “Why are you like this?”

“Koichi, I’m gay,” Josuke said, head leaned against the window.

“I know this, you’ve told me before. What does that have to do with you sighing like a moody teenager?”

“I was gonna ask Okuyasu for his number, but they left before I could.” He felt like a fucking fool, why did he have to run to the bathroom like a scared baby? It was taking a lot of effort to not punch his own face in. “That Yuuya guy told me he was single and everything. Was I that obvious??”

As they sat at a stoplight, Koichi patted his shoulder, tactfully choosing to not answer the last question, “Don’t sweat it, Hollywood is small. You’ll run into him again.” Actually, Koichi could easily get Okuyasu’s number, but he knew better than to offer. It would only hurt Josuke’s pride.

Josuke shrugged and changed the subject, deciding to throw a pity party for himself later, “So about that Yukako chick…”

Koichi grimaced, “She followed me around the whole time. Asked me how I got such a high powered client when we’re the same age! And a bunch of personal stuff like my underwear size and what kind of man did I consider myself to be.”

“At least she’s cute?” Josuke offered, an apologetic smile on his face.

“She is that…also intense. Very…intense…”

“Did you get her number?”

Koichi sighed as he pulled into Josuke’s driveway, “She took my phone, put her number in it, and then texted herself.”

“Damn,” Josuke snorted with mirth, “Hey man, you might end up getting laid before my dry spell ends. I’m rooting for ya.”

Josuke didn’t need to look at Koichi to know that he was getting a look. He hopped out of the car and waved goodbye as his friend pulled out of the driveway. Upon walking through the front door, he greeted an empty house. “I’m home!” he called out to no one. Josuke really wished his mom hadn’t moved back east, but after his grandfather had that heart attack and refused to move to Los Angeles, someone had to stay with him. He could use advice, and was tempted to call her. No, he was grown ass man. No advice from mom, you die like a man.

…He’ll just call her later.

One shower and ordered pizza later, Josuke laid on his bed, booted up both his laptop and PS4. It was time for Netflix and Learning As Much About Your Crush As Possible. With Netflix on Worst Cook’s in America, pizza in one hand, and beer in the other, he typed in Arrowhead into Google and got to work.

Two hours later, he laid on his bed, hands folded across his chest, and stared at his ceiling, Netflix and pizza forgotten. Arrowhead’s second, self-titled album had been on repeat for the last hour. Metal was never his cup of tea, but Okuyasu’s husky, rough voice made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and chills run down his spine. If he didn’t have it bad for Okuyasu before, he certainly fucking did now. Josuke briefly wondered if this is how he sounded when he woke up in the morning, or when he was needy and wanted—

Josuke promptly rolled over and started screaming into his pillow. Why was he like this?

You’re a fucking mess he thought to himself, You have it bad for a dude who you barely even know, just because the way he sings goes directly to your dick.

“He’s also really hot and nice,” Josuke mumbled aloud. He paused before tearing out of bed, determined to shower, do anything that would get his mind off of Okuyasu. “I also need to stop talking to myself!” he said, ripping his clothes off, jumping into lukewarm water.

After a long, somewhat cold shower, Josuke steeled himself. He was gonna get that fucking number.

[childofbatterycity]

my first fanfic..

welp  guys this is my first attempt on writing a gerard fanfic.....js I failed English s if my spelling is utter shit feel free to send me that good good judgement...here goes nothing.....

You've been into MCR  for a pretty long time after your friend got you into them , you now consider yourself a full blown fan. A few months pass of you reading a fuck load of MCR smut and making scenarios in your head when youre in school/college or just bored in bed of you and Gee or frank, and once or twice got a tad sexual with yourself while lost in those scenarios. Your birthday comes along and your best friend gets you tickets to go see them live, a group of you go. you and two other friends.

The night finally comes and you get all dressed up in the sexiest stuff you own, when in the car on the way to the concert you get super nervous and could feel your stomach go all weird and start to sweat a little. You get to the mosh pit and the show opens "Destroya" one of your favourite songs by them and you go wild, you can feel the bass and the crowd screaming boom in your chest, you feel the heat of the lights and you already smell the sweat and ambition in the air.This is what you have been dreaming of all these months laying in bed or playing them full blast with your friends home alone and playing air guitar, this is where you have longed to be for so long, you just cant believe the man you have fantasised about for months is right infront of you.

The show goes by so quick, they end with "vampire money" and you can feel yourself get a little wet from remembering you get to go behind stage at the end and meet them. Youre so pumped with energy you scream at gee and frank and hold out your hand and as gee says " we came here to fuck" he looks directly at you, smirks and holds your hand for a second before throwing it down and going up to frank and dose that sexy little thing he dose that you have watched over and over again on youtube, you feel yourself getting wet again just from that split second. As the show ends you and your friends rush to stagedoor ready for the meet and greet, now you really feel the nerves kicking in, the door opens and gee is standing behind it in his black skinny jeans, big black boots and sweat drenched t-shirt and red stringy hair " hey! come on in guys" gee said softly while stairing at you he pauses and then says " aren't you the girl who tried to grab my dick?" with a giggle , you suddenly feel yourself go red and remember how close you were to the stage...it totally looked as if you tried to grab his dick. you stutter " Fuck ugh...I wasn't trying to I jus-" " oh youre that girl! ha gee just told me about that" you heard frank come up behind you and you feel his hand brush against your arm and its stays there while he asks " whats your name by the way?" Y/N reply a little calmer now, you can see gee in the corner of your eye get a beer and check you out , you could feel the tension start to build a little. " well happy birthday Y/N!" frank said with a stupid smile on his face while everyone els shouts it after him and ray and gee pull those party confetti popper things and mikey shoots silly string at you and frank . " c'mon baby, tonight you are partying with us" Gee says so smoothly as he hands you a beer. You turn to your friends and they are in conversation with ray and mikey, " there is an after show house party in like an hour if you and your friends wanna come with us?" frank says excitedly , you reply " fuck yeah id love to! how did you guts know it was my birthday?" you ask while laughing, " your friend emailed us" ray said and you run up to them and hug the both of them while all the guys cheered , then you hear " alright you motherfuckers get in the car we have a party  to go to" frank shouted, then you all hold up you beers and say "to getting fucked up".

You finally get to the party, and as you all get out of the car and walk to the house, gerard  runs up to your side and says in a cocky tone " you know, the guy that's holding this party is known for having the best partys in town? you should feel honered" you reply with " eh I bet I have been to better" just to start a bit of playful back-and-forth. "ohh party animal are we?" he says and before you could answer he looks away at the streetlights and says in an almost seductive whisper " I could tell straight away." he looks back at you with those big hazel bedroom eyes and a small smirk, you shuddered a little and said " oh yeah? how?" with a small giggle " the way you dress is a big giveaway sugar, then there is the glitter in the eyeshadow, instant sign of a drinker to me, then there was the way you were looking at me on stage and how you were eyeing me up in the car" he said, you were taken by surprise and again before you could open your mouth he cuts in with " you really think I didn't see you? oh honey, play fair. at least when I did it to you, I didn't get caught" as he leans in closer to you he whispers in your ear " try harder next time sugar" before walking off to join the boys at the door. youre now completely soaked, you can feel your heart beat through your chest and your legs quiver slightly. you knew tonight was going to be a good one. time went by, beer after beer and random people walking past and dancing with girls you have never met before slipped past. you found yourself sitting inbetween frank and gee trying to talk over the sound of loud music and teenaged screams of excitement from to much alcohol. Frank lights up a cigarette and you watch as the grayish tinted smoke flew out of his mouth gracefully and then dissolved into the air, " want a drag?" he offers while giving the cigarette to you, youre a bit embaressed and say shyly " ugh ive actually never tried one before.." gee takes it out of franks tattoo covered hands and takes it inbetween his lips while keeping dead eyecontact with you, inhales the smoke and you watch as the small ball of fire glows a bit brighter and watch him exhale the aftermath. "here" he says while holding it infront of your lips, you look at him, a little nervous but eeger to impress the redhead. he places it in your mouth and says "now inhale it all sweetie...there we are" you take it down smother than expected and exhale it in his face, just to ad to the sexual tention. frank just stares in awe and sniggers quietly before saying " damn girl, you are a natural". Gee stands up, still keeping your eyes locked, " come with me for a second Y/N? I need another beer." He leads you to a bedroom door , you say " this isn't the kitchen" before he opens the door, pushes you in and you fall on the bed as he locks the door, he grabs you and slams you up against the wall, holding both your hands above your head he says " alright you, the game is over, you wanna  play little girl? fine I will fucking play" with an animalistic growl he pushes himself onto you and you colud feel his hard cock press up against your thigh as he grabs your face with one hand, still bounding you hands with the other and kisses you long and hard. his lips were so sofr and tender but he kissed like he meant it, you could taste the beer and smoke on his tounge and you bite his bottom lip hard wich made him groan deeply. As you try to push up against him more he throws you onto the bed and climbs on top of you only to kiss you harder and to grab your dress and bra straps and pull them down fast. he  brakes his lips away from yours to rip off your dress,bra and panties while you throw your head back and moan loudly as you feel his tounge gluide up your pussy and circle your clit, you arch your back and moan again and again " oh..fuuck " "aahh" you feel his breathy laughter of pride against your clit wich sends you off the edge. you grab his hair and push his head back down to get more. he slips in his finger, two then he pounds you with his hands as hard as he can while kissing you once again, you moan into his mouth and he trails kisses on your jawline down to your neck, this sends shivers up your spine and you grab hold of his shirt and tear it off and then dig your nails into his soft, pale flesh. this makes him growl louder and wraps his hand around your throat while biting your ear softly. Just as he gets up on his knees to unbuckle his belt and take off his jeans, a knock comes on the door followed by a drunk frank shouting " hey dude if you want ill turn up the music so they cant hear you fuck!" gee laughs and shouts back " good idea, we are gonna be here for a while, keep me and Y/N a few beers too!" you both laugh and before you know it, his hand is grasping your hair and pushing your mouth down further on his hard dick, with each gluide he moans and growls through his teeth " of fuck...Y/N..aahh". you look up at him smirking while dragging your tounge down his length to come right back up again and to tease this head slowly. He aggressively pushes you down, opens your legs and slams into you with power, the feeling of him finally  inside you sends you into deep pleasure, moaning and grabbing eachothers hot flesh you start to feel the wave puls through you over and over, you are getting so fucking close and scream " im gonna cum! f-fuck ...ahh!" he growls again, this time with a smile on his face.

He pounds into you harder and harder, faster and faster. you feel him hit all the right spots ,his hand still on your throat he shouts " fuck baby im close...ahhh cum with me ...with me " you nod in reply as he goes faster and faster, his manly groans keeping you wet for him, you feel your walls and legs puls and you both reach the edge together with a loud moan of ultimate pleasure. he slows down gradually then pulls out and collapses next to you, wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, kisses your head and whispers " now that is a game id love to play again" you feel his breathy laugh against your hair, you smile and eventually fall asleep holding eachother.