#limp bizkit fanfiction

[weswhoreland]

into my arms

wes borland x gn!reader

mature 1684 words read on ao3 based on this ask

You bonded over music.

That’s what had first drawn you to him, all those months ago. When you first moved into the apartment complex, you hadn’t known anyone. You weren’t a loner necessarily, but meeting people was a lot easier said than done. For weeks you kept to yourself. You went to work and came home, a familiar routine. A safe routine. You were friendly with your neighbors, but it never grew past that.

Then, you met Wes.

Your local record shop was a short walk from the complex. Once you discovered it, you couldn’t get enough. After work you’d often find yourself there, browsing through albums and window shopping. You were busying yourself doing exactly that, adding another CD to your stack when you heard a voice from behind you.

“Is that Murder Ballads?”

It startled you a little. Casual conversation wasn’t uncommon at the shop, but never directed at you. When you turned, you were face-to-face with a stranger. Tall, brown-eyed… and admittedly cute.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I love Nick Cave.”

As it turned out, Wes did too. A lot. That wasn’t where the similarities in your music tastes ended, either. The two of you had started talking, and by the time you finally checked out with the cashier, an hour had passed.

After that, you and Wes were inseparable. As it turned out, he lived in your apartment complex, too. A different building, sure, but close enough that the two of you found yourselves spending a lot of time together. He was easy to talk to. And fun. Slowly, you learned more about him. Wes plays guitar, and he’s good at it too. He’s from Virginia. He has a brother, his dad’s a pastor… and he’s in a band.

A really good band.

That’s been your life for months. Slowly but surely, Wes has nudged his way into your routine. If you’re not alone with Wes, you’re with his bandmates. And if not with them… well, you’re wishing you were. Wes -- all of them, really -- have become such integral parts of your life. When you first met him in the record store, you wouldn't have imagined he'd become this important to you.

Not that you've told him that.

Tonight is like any other night. You and Wes are hanging out, passing the time away. The two of you have been listening to music, talking, watching movies… anything you can think of. It’s been a good night. Admittedly, you think, the two of you are just trying to soak up as much time together as you can. Because in a few days, Wes will be leaving on tour.

It won’t be forever, you keep reminding yourself. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s leaving. It’s a good thing. This is his dream, and you want that for him. You want that for him more than anything. But… well. Over the last few months, he’s become one of your closest friends. And it might be selfish, but you don’t want him to leave. Once Wes and the guys leave, your life will go back to the way it was before. And, admittedly, you like seeing Wes every day. You like spending time with him, getting to know him, hearing him laugh. The thought of not seeing him for months…

Needless to say, you’re distracting yourself. Or trying to, at least. Anything to keep your mind off the fact that in a few days, things will be changing. Unfortunately, you’re learning that’s much easier said than done. The goal was to make dinner. Something the two of you could enjoy together… and admittedly, something that would help take your mind off things. That was the plan, until you realize what you need is higher than you can reach.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. It had to be something Wes put away. He’s always trying to be helpful, but sometimes he doesn’t remember that you’re not as tall as he is. You stand there in the kitchen, cabinet wide open as you stare up at it in annoyance. You don’t want to ask for help. Maybe it’s a pride thing, or maybe it’s just on principle. But…

“I’ve got it.”

You didn’t hear Wes come into the kitchen. Still, in an instant you feel him as he comes up behind you, stretching just enough to pluck the box from the top shelf. There’s the briefest moment where you can feel him brush against you. It shouldn’t send a chill down your spine, but it does. It also shouldn’t make your heart race.

You hear a soft thud as Wes gently sets the box he was reaching for on the counter. You turn to look at him. You should say something – thank him, maybe – but you can’t quite get the words out. Apparently, neither can Wes. The two of you stare at each other wordlessly, like two deer caught in the headlights. You need to say something, you desperately remind yourself. You need to–

Before your mind can fully process what’s happening, he kisses you.

His lips are soft, softer than you would expect. It's the first thing you realize once your mind returns to you, once your thoughts stop swirling incoherently. His lips are soft, his hands feel nice on your hips, and he's good at this. Very good. You barely have time to weigh your options before your mind's made up. You kiss him back, letting your own hands wander. You press his shirt up just enough to feel his soft skin beneath your fingertips, to feel his warmth against you. What are you doing? The question runs through your mind, but you can't bring yourself to care. Wes is your best friend, and you want to kiss him. And apparently, he wanted to kiss you, too.

When he finally pulls back, there’s a brief moment where the silence stretches between the two of you. It isn’t awkward – not really. You’re fairly certain your brain isn’t functioning well enough right now for it to be awkward. Instead, you’re just staring at him. You’re staring at him… and Wes is staring back.

Fuck, he kissed you. Your best friend kissed you… and you liked it.

A lot.

Finally, Wes lets out a little laugh. It’s hesitant, unsure. So unlike the man you’ve grown to know. Maybe he’s thinking the exact same thing you are right now.

“... Sorry.”

Wait. He’s apologizing? For what, kissing you? Before you can stop yourself, you’re laughing.

“Sorry?” You repeat.

Wes looks embarrassed. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to laugh, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Yeah,” he agrees. “... I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about it for a while.”

... He's been thinking about it for a while?

“What?" You ask. "About kissing me?”

“Yeah.”

Well. That’s news to you. Sure, your feelings for Wes have festered for a while, no matter how hard you’d tried to stop them. But the fact that he feels the same way? It throws you for a loop, almost makes your head spin. Surely he's lying. He has to be. But--

Apparently, you’ve stayed silent for too long. Suddenly, Wes is scrambling to clarify himself.

“I’m not asking you to feel the same way,” Wes continues. “And if that made shit weird, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know. I keep thinking about it. And – I don’t want to leave.”

He doesn’t want to leave. … Well. Isn’t that something? Because admittedly, you don't want him to leave either.

“Wes,” you start. “Stop. I do. Feel the same way, I mean.”

“... You do?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I do. And… I don’t want you to go, either.”

It feels like a blasphemous confession, but it’s true. Even so, Wes almost looks relieved. Relieved that you feel the same way, that you also have hesitations about the tour. You could ask him to stay, you realize. You could ask him to forget all of that, to stay here, to build a life with you. But…

“I don’t want you to go,” you continue. “But you need to.”

“(Y/N)--”

“No,” you stop him. “I’m serious. You’re not missing out on this just for me.”

Wes looks like he wants to say something — to protest — but he doesn’t. Good, you think. He knows you. You don’t give up easily, especially when you’re right.

Finally, Wes lets out a breath.

“It won’t be forever,” he points out. “I’ll be back. And… you can visit?”

“Oh yeah?” You grin.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

Visit. That sounds…

Nice. It sounds really nice. You can picture it now, watching Wes and the guys play from the side stage. Your mind wanders a little, letting yourself picture Wes as he comes off stage, happy and smiling and exhilarated as he kisses you again--

Jesus, okay. You need to focus.

“I’d like that,” you say finally. “A lot.”

This feels… stupid. So stupid. Wes is your best friend, but having a friend who’s a rockstar and a boyfriend who’s a rockstar are completely different things. Are you ready for this? To commit yourself fully to a man who will spend so long away from home? You have no doubt in your mind that Limp Bizkit will make it big. They’ll make it big… and none of this will be easy. There will be times when it's hard, when both of you wonder if you made the right choice. You'll fight, you'll argue, maybe you'll say things you regret. But...

But, maybe none of that matters right now. Because you want this. It hits you suddenly that you want this with Wes. To be with him, no matter the obstacles. And if that means being apart for a few months... it's worth it. It's worth it, just to know that you'll be together again eventually.

Without another word, you pull Wes in for another kiss. You wish you could this forever, you realize. To kiss him forever, to hold him forever. And... there's something else you want. Something that, unfortunately, you'll have to drag him to the bedroom for.

You think dinner can wait.

[purifycantyouhelpme]

A Confession | A Fred Durst x Fem! Reader

A03 Link<3

Summary: Fred Durst confesses his feelings to you at a garden. Chocolate Starfish and The Hot Dog Flavored Water era

Word count: 404

7:00 PM

It was a relaxing, nice, sunny day. The sun was setting and the birds were flying and chirping. It was pretty windy, the wind was blowing my hair and the flowers. I was standing I'm a field of flowers while I was waiting for Fred. Fred told me to meet him here, I was waiting for 10 minutes and I was getting tired of standing here. "Hey (Y/N)!" Fred shouted from afar. I turned around and saw Fred. Finally, Fred is here. I didn't want to leave this place though. He was wearing a red hat, of course, a plain black t-shirt, cargo khaki shorts, long white socks and black converse shoes.

Fred walked up to me and he stood next to me with his hands in his pockets. "Sorry that I was late. I had to–" Fred was trying to explain himself. He looked really nervous and kinda sweaty. "It's fine, Fred." I said. I laughed a little. He crouched down to the ground so he could look at the flowers. He picked out one of the flowers from the ground. "Here." Fred said as he smiled. He was handing me the flower, it was an orchid. "I wanted to give you this flower because it's pretty just like you." He said. That line was so corny but I love it. I took the flower from his hand. "Thanks, Fred." I smiled a bit. It was silent for a bit. "Let's walk through this garden together." He said.

We both started walking slowly, side by side from each other, admiring the scenery. "This place is beautiful, isn't it?" He asked me. "It is. I never want to leave this place." I said with excitement. We stopped walking. He suddenly held my hand and he looked at me. I looked at him back. "(Y/N), I want to tell you something very important." He said as he held both of my hands. The flower I was holding was on the ground now. We were staring at each other. "What is it?" I was confused. It was silent for a little bit. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

"I… I love you, (Y/N)." He said softly. I put my hand on his shoulder, stare at him and said,

"I love you too, Fred." I smiled and stared into his blue, sparkly, eyes. He smiled back at me.

[claudy-writes-stuff]

WES BORLAND WES BORLAND PLEASEEEEEEE E

Sorry for taking too long to make this! Schedule been kinda busy out here in rl. Some Wes HCs for u anon!

Sleeping Headcannons with Wes!

-The first day when you met him when you were a manager for the band, You were both friends

- Getting close over time Wes grew attached to you then came the day he got courage and hype from the band to ask you out

- This called for celebration! They were all happy that Wes didn’t get rejected by you

- Overtime yet again, You grew comfortable enough to start taking showers and then sleeping with each other

- Sometimes Wes takes up half the bed- One leg around you, one sprawled out.

- He’d sometimes sleep left or right. Or when he rolls like a rostirrie chicken? He’s in the middle 💀

- He’s very cuddly, Despite this guy probably thinking he’s tuff shit on the outside,

- But on the inside when your both alone he’s a complete baby,

- He can be very clingy sometimes. A troublemaker too

- Sleeping with Wes was always warm comfy nights

- But this man snores a bit too loudly for your liking sometimes..(Just choke him out with a pillow, suggestion.)

- But you still love him

[gyatt-the-life]

introduction !

hi my name is coheed after the band coheed and cambria, i'm a minor, genderfluid, pansexual, and i use all prns! preferably i like he/they/xem ect but she is okay too. i'm kinda awkward at this kinda thing so ignore if this seems really bad lmao.

i will generally just be posting fanfiction about bands. i will write about megadeth, metallica, korn, limp bizkit, deftones, slipknot, soad, ect, and i will be taking suggestions in asks! just try and make sure the band isn't extremely niche, yk? i will also do a lot of rarepairs/crackships. i will not be doing any reader x (insert rockstar)

thanks 4 reading !

[3dollarbillyalls]

This is John... He has a surprise for you, peeps. He'll watch you unwrap it and be happy. Don't let him down.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Fred k!nk confirmed?!?🤔

Bonus pic of where Fred would like you to "kiss it"

[jaywondrlnd]

Guys... I did something...

They fuck...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47060716/chapters/118561207

Go read it.

If y'all are desperate for this... Thing. I am extremely insecure with my English but I tried my best. 🫶🏽

Also; Second chapter is already in work. So I yeaaah... Gimme one more week for the 🌶 to happen.

@shizas-salad

@3dollarbillyalls

Tagged those two sweethearts because they really wanted to read my story ❤️

[3dollarbillyalls]

Oh man what I’d do to get a massage from Wesley… A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G.

May I request a wes x reader where wes give reader back massages

Yes!! (Also sorry about replying to this SUPER late I had no idea you sent this until I checked my inbox today)

Summary: Wes giving the reader a back massage

Warning: fluff, slight sexual undertone but it’s nothing, I also took this opportunity to write a fanfic about Wes that’s sweet and shit

You let Wes crash at your place, he told you that he was gonna to find a place to live but needed to stay somewhere in the meantime, so Thats how Wes ended up in your tiny house

You worked at a wear house in a Walmart, didn’t pay much but you did your job well and had to kiss ass to get a pay rise, after one long and tiring shift of lifting boxes and carrying heavy objects you finally came home to see Wes at your couch watching MTV

"Y/N! Welcome home" Wes’s soothing voice greeted you, you say hi to him and close the door behind you “how was work?” you plopped down on the seat beside him “so tiring…. My back is killing me” you whined and rubbed your back “do you…. want me to give you a massage?” You were taken aback by the question and your mind started thinking about the massage, you taking off your shirt him touching you, it hadn’t sounded like a bad idea since you had a crush on him since you guys were kids “I-I mean if you want to that’d be fine with me" you tried to play it cool but inside you were panicking “it’s fine with me, do you wanna go upstairs to your room for a better place for you to lay down on?” Holy shit… did he just ask you that?! You quickly responded trying to sound calm ”yeah sounds good" you were proud of yourself for sounding brave.

You and Wes headed up the stairs with you following behind him, the whole time your mind was racing and your face was getting hot, you hoped he didn’t notice how nervous you were. Finally the two of you made it to your room as Wes opened the door and walked in “ok I’ll turn around you can take off your shirt if you want..” Wes spoke shyly and trying not to make you uncomfortable, you nodded your head slowly as he turned around to face the wall. You were about to reach for the end of your shirt when you spoke before you had a chance to think it over “you know… you can turn around I don’t mind” you had only realized what you said after you said it, but there was no turning back now "y-you sure?” Wes turned around to face you, his face unsure of what he should do “yeah, yeah I’m sure" you put on a small smile to reassure him that it was fine, he nodded as your hands reached down to take off your shirt

Wes tried to not look at you like a creep but he failed, eventually his eyes looked at your beautiful body “you look great Y/N” Wes rubbed the back of his neck and looked down “heh, thanks Wes, not too bad yourself, you’re really handsome” Wes sharply snapped his head up from where he was looking “you really think I’m handsome?” His mouth was slightly open and looking at you with his face red you were afraid you said the wrong thing “yeah, of course, I mean who won’t think your handsome?” You turned around so your back was facing him and uncliped your bra, Wes covered his eyes, you giggled at his expense

You laid down on the bed stomach first “you can open your eyes now Wes…” you laughed at his childish demeanour ”o-okay hehe” he took his hands off his eyes and walked over to you “you ready?” He smiled and you nodded as you relaxed you body for his touch. He started off with needing his hands into your upper back and worked his way down, as he reached just above your waist he put his hands on your side and gently dug his thumbs into your back, “mmm” you let out a whimper that was a bit too loud, Wes heard obviously, and even though you couldn’t see him you felt him smirk behind you, this was bad…..

Wes didn’t stop, he travelled down to the bottom of your back and rubbed his hands deep into your back, he hit a sweet spot and you let out a groan, your hand flew to cover your mouth as you heard him giggle behind you “you’re getting excited huh?” God damit wes you fucking tease you thought to yourself, you laughed awkwardly as he continued to massage your back, but very good thing has to come to an end “I’m done” wes removed his hands from your back and looked down at you “who knew that massaging was your secret talent” with one had you covered your chest and Wes handed you your bra, Wes giggles as he covers his eyes again, it felt the same as last time but only this time he was much closer to you. You put the bra on but left the back side for Wes’s help, you knew how to do it but you thought he’d want to “Wes… you can look now I need some help” Wes shyly look his hands off his face and looked at you to see want you needed “can you clip the back for me?" Wes nodded and you turned around for him to do the work, wes did it with ease as you turn back around to face him “you must do this a lot huh?” You smiled and Wes handed you your shirt

You put your shirt on and just stared at his face, but not in a creepy way or anything “thank you wes for that, you’re amazing” you hug him tightly as he hugs you back “of course I mean, you’re letting me live at your place it’s the least I can do” Wes pulled you away and stared lovingly into your eyes “well, since I so generously let you stay I my house…. I request that you sleep with me tonight" Wes smiles brightly at you “yes, my lady” Wes hugs you again but this time he lays you on the bed and pins your down on the bed “hi” he says, your hands run up his arms to his face to hold him “hi handsome” you pull him down and give him a long kiss, his fingers run up your hair as he kisses you back “that massage you gave me is making me sleepy… care to join me?” You grin at his stupid smile on his pretty face “anything for you" you two crawled into bed, and Wes was holding onto you as he kissed your check “good night Y/N” he hugged you tightly and with love “night Wesley” you kiss the top on his head and both of you went to sleep.

What you thought was another tiring day at work turned out to be an amazing day with Wes, and you couldn’t have been happier

[luvfy0dor]

Hello! I saw you do bsd x Reader it’s a mix of Taylor and I was wondering if you could do a chuuya x gn!reader with maroon by Taylor? Feel free to ignore if it’s too much but I thought it would be nice to request! :3

"So scarlet, it was maroon!!"- Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ♡˳

Warnings; wine, angst, hurt no comfort, brief references to various other Taylor songs, maybe ooc, cursing, no specified topic of argument, reader and Chuuya are both in the wrong

Description; Chuuya x reader fic based on Maroon.

A/n; god I love maroon best midnights song next to mastermind; also help I gotta memorize my affidavit for mock trial within the next 6 days but it's wtv we ball 🫡

Word Count; 3.09k (don't let it scare u pls it's not as much as u think and this is good istg u guys istg)

Fanfiction !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You sat on Chuuyas couch, your body perpendicular from his with your legs resting in his lap. He held a glass of red wine in his hand; the dark color almost resemblant of the thicker, crimson liquid that became concentrated in your cheeks every time your name rolled off of his tongue. As you stared at him while he spoke, the walls and decor of his penthouse faded into nothing more than a blurry background.

"-but I also enjoy rock music." He finishes his sentence that you were there for, yet not present to fully hear; to dazed by his beauty to recognize anything besides the muffled sound of his voice. "Oh, that's cool, so do I. Do you like any artists in particular or..?" You ask, resting your head in your hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. Hearing him speak was like a beautifully written symphony to you, the sound grabbing your attention and pulling you in like no other.

"Hmm..well, I like Limp Bizkit." He says, taking a sip of his wine. His legs were crossed and one of his arms was set on top of the couch. "What about you?" His head is slightly tilted when he asks this. "Well, I like Linkin Park, but Limp Bizkit is really good, too. I like Nookie." You say. His hand moves from the back of the couch to rub your legs gently as he looks into your eyes. "Yeah, that's a good song, huh?" He murmurs, swirling the wine in his glass ever so slightly. "What a contrast. Older romance songs compared to rock. I think that's kinda cute." You say, a small grin on your face. He furrows his eyebrows and blushes a bit.

"And why would that be cute?" He mumbles, his eyes squinted in curiosity. You shrug, leaning forward a bit more. "I don't know, just is." You say, reaching over to brush some hair out of his face. He smiles a bit and leans into your hand, similar to how a dog would. You find amusement in it and reach your hand up to scratch his head, and to your surprise he doesn't pull away. Instead, he hums in satisfaction and scooches closer to you, the movement making his wine splash against the rounded sides of his glass. "Mn, feels real nice." He mutters.

You pulled him into your body, running your fingers through his hair. He calmly breathes against your neck, pressing soft kisses to the open skin every now and again. After a moment, his head perks up to place a proper kiss on your lips, smiling into the affectionate gesture before getting up and grabbing a cigarette. "I'm gonna go smoke off the balcony, you can come with if ya want." He says, holding the cigarette in-between his lips while he searches his pockets for a lighter. You could tell it was more of a request than an offer from the way he scanned your face, watching for your reaction. You smiled and nodded.

You followed him out onto the balcony, taking in the scenery of the city below the penthouse. The sky above you had a dark pink color to it, other colors swirled into a beautiful mixture before your eyes. You smiled at the sight, leaning over the railing as Chuuya lit his cigarette, shielding the flame from the slight wind with his hand. He took a puff and then leaned over the railing with you.

"Soo, back on the topic of old romance songs. What artists do you like? Elvis?" You ask, staring into his pretty blue eyes, almost enchanted by the color alone. He nods as he takes another puff, exhaling the smoke into the warm spring air. "Elvis is good. I really like Celine Dion, too." He says. You hum and nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. The smoke blows the direction opposite of your face while you watch cars passing by beneath the two of you.

After a couple minutes, Chuuya extinguishes the cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "I have a bunch of vinyls if you're interested in seeing that kind of thing. Theres a lot of different artists, you'll probably find one that you like." He says, his hand snaking around your waist as he guides you inside. You smile and follow him, leaning into his body.

The room he led you to was decorated with numerous book cases, a desk, and a small table. The small table held a record player, and the records themselves were on the shelves. You found yourself awestruck by his large collection, stepping closer to the cases filled with vinyls and some other collectables from various musicians. The shelf was organized by artist in alphabetical order, which you quickly realized as you noticed all of the vinyls you were looking at were by people whose names started with D through H. Your fingertips brushed over the sides of them before you pinched one, pulling it out from in-between all of the other ones.

You observed the thin cardboard in your hands, taking in the women's face in. "Whitney Houston?" You say, flipping it over and looking at the track list. He hums and rests his head on your shoulder while hugging your waist from behind. "Do you not like her or something?" He asks, an amused tone of voice. You slide the vinyl back between the others while shaking your head. "I've just never really listened to her." You say, looking through the shelves some more.

"Ooo, here's Elvis." You say, taking 'Blue Hawaii' off the shelf and slipping the disk out of the case. You bring it over to the player and start the machine up. You start the album on 'Can't Help Falling in Love', the only song you knew well on the album, the soft tunes filling the room. You walk back over to Chuuya, grabbing the hand that didn't occupy his wine glass and playfully twirled him, which extracted a small chuckle from his throat. He sways with you, both of you smiling and giggling as you move around the rather spacious room. You step on his feet a couple of times, but you can tell he doesn't mind.

As the song comes to an end, Chuuya dips you, regardless of height difference. You both giggle a little and he presses a small kiss to your lips before you start to feel a liquid splashing down onto your chest. "Mn-" you hum, bringing the both of you upright by pushing Chuuyas chest backwards a bit. "Aw, I'm sorry doll. I'll be right back, I'll get you a paper towel." He says, setting the glass down, small droplets of wine sliding down the sides. "Oh, alright, thank you." You say, watching him quickly skitter away to the kitchen. You look down at your torso, your eyes immediately falling onto the large burgundy stain that covered your shirt.

You sighed a bit, not mad at Chuuya for spilling it, but slightly annoyed by the dampness of your skin and the cold discomfort it brought. And the stain, ofcourse, but you could feel all of that annoyance slip away when you saw Chuuya re-enter the room, paper towel roll in hand. He ripped of a piece and crumpled it up before dabbing it against your chest, trying to soak up as much of the wine as possible without smearing it. You blushed as he did this, watching his face of concentration.

You could see him trying to sneak a glance up at you as he bit down on his lip gently, finishing cleaning you up the best he could. "Do you..uhm, do you wanna borrow one of my shirts? I can toss that one in the washer if ya want...or you don't have to wear a shirt, either is fine with me." He mumbles, his eyes averted from your face. You think for a moment. "Well, I would never pass up an opportunity to wear your clothing." You say with a grin. He nods and fetches you a shirt from his large closet.

When he returns, he tosses it to you, grabbing the glass he left on the table and quickly drinking the small remainder of wine before walking out; going back into the kitchen with the cup and paper towels. You closed the door and switched your shirt from the stained one to the one Chuuya had so kindly offered. You find him leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you. His head perks up as he notices your presence, holding out one of his hands.

"Here, toss that to me and I'll stick it in the washer, alright?" You nod and toss him the shirt, him catching it and walking off to start cleaning it, as he promised. He comes back quickly and wraps his arms around your waist, his colder hands snaking underneath the hem of the shirt and pressing against your warmer back. You shiver a little at the contrast in temperature, but you rest your head on top of his and sigh contently. He starts to press kisses to your neck, gently sucking on the skin a couple of times, making you laugh. "Chuuya, I can't pull up to work with hickeys. You're kissing above the neckline of most of my clothing." You say playfully.

He hums against your neck in response, trailing soft little kisses down to your collar bone instead. You roll your eyes a bit. "That works, I guess." You say, feeling him interlock your fingers with his and gently pushing you against the counter. He pulls away and observes the maroon mark, his fingers lightly brushing over it as he smirks. He pokes you gently on your collarbone before speaking. "That one is the most noticable. You're not walking around with your collarbone out like that on the daily, so you'll be fine. You can cover these up, but don't even bother with this one." He says, continuing to grin as he talks.

"Don't worry, I won't." You reassure him. You twirl his hair around your fingers before putting your hand on his neck, guiding him into a loving kiss. You hold him there for a while before you both break away for a moment to get air, only to find your lips crashing together once again. The force between the two of you felt magnetic, almost as if you were unable to pull yourself away from him, your hand sliding from the nape of his neck to his cheek. That feeling that you loved so much; that feeling in which you reveled in. The warmth of his touch and kiss was so pleasantly different from the heat of argumentative moments, which became more common the longer you stayed at his side.

You knew that deep down under that angry facial expression, his caring and gentle personality was lingering, waiting to break through again and embrace you. You could think of no other reasoning for these arguments than the two of you just not being meant to be. You firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with Chuuyas personality, sure he was a little hotheaded, but not hotheaded enough for arguments ending in yelling and crying every week. Seeing his face in his hands in the worst way possible became a common sight, although it never becoming less saddening. His shoulders lightly shook while you peered at him from around a corner after the metaphorical dust of the argument had settled.

The bed grew colder every day, your mind tricking you into feeling the calming aura his body usually emitted while he lay next to you. However, you couldn't shake the undeniable absence of your lover from your mind. You lost sleep over those arguments regularly, even when the two of you returned to affectionate terms. The nights you slept alone in the bedroom, you could feel his presence outside the door, lingering in the hallway while he thought about everything. He thought about the love you both shared, that turned out to be a like carnation or a daisy rather than a rose or orchid. A love that was initially thought of to be so beautiful turned into a treacherous slope of devastation and denial.

The devastation really settled in the morning Chuuya knocked on the door of the bedroom where you slept, tears staining your face from the night before. The only thing you could remember about the argument was that it started with the both of you agreeing to sit down and calmly talk. The 'calm talk' turned into blame shifting on both sides as to why these arguments were becoming so much more frequent. You were both in the wrong, yet far to stubborn to apologize in the moment, which is why you thought he was knocking to tell you he was sorry. However, it turned out to be quite the opposite.

"Y/n." His voice called out to you as he gently opened the door all the way. You rolled over to face him, sniffling. Your nose was still stuffy, too. Chuuya could clearly see the remnants of the argument on your face and he almost felt a pang of guilt in his heart, but he proceeded to talk. "I need you to leave."

You had never been snapped out of your drowsiness so quickly, immediately sitting upright. "What? Why? Chuuya, if this is about the argument, we can fix this, I promise I'll calm down this time-" you start to ramble a bit, but he cuts you off quickly. "We both say that every single time we fight and it is clearly doing nothing for us." He mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and pointer finger. Your shoulders slumped, you couldn't believe his words.

"Well, how about counseling?" You mutter, sadness evident in your eyes as your heart sunk to your stomach. "No, counseling is going to do no more for us than we can." Your lip started to quiver a bit, but you bit down on it as you angrily stood up from the bed, tossing the covers aside. "Chuuya, do you even want this relationship anymore?" You say, a lump starting to form in your throat as you tried to sound as serious and purposeful as possible. Chuuya only stared at you for a moment. "I think you know the answer to that." His face was serious, too. You exasperatedly huff.

"Fine. I'll leave." You say, grabbing a suitcase from the closet and laying it on the bed before rummaging through the clothing racks and drawers for as much of your stuff as you could fit. "I'll give you a minute." He says, exiting and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your angry thoughts. You huffed and puffed while shoving clothing and other essentials together in the black luggage, sniffling as you did so. The sound of your tears hitting the canvas made a soft 'tap' noise, which filled the momentary silence in between your sobs.

When you finished, you carried the case out of the bedroom, out of the living room and hesitated at the elevator doors. You slid the key to his penthouse off of your keyring and dropped it onto the coffee table he sat at while you waited for the elevator to arrive. He said nothing to you while you stood there, barely sparing you a passing glance. The wait was awkward, the silence only worsened it, making the elevator walls you had always found annoyingly boring look like the pearly gates of heaven. You leaned against the side of the small space while you waited for it to hit ground floor. When it did, you immediately looked up hotels nearby. You called a taxi and made your way to the closest one. The entire way there, you hoped and prayed for a message from Chuuya, one that asked you to come back; one that you wouldn't receive. Even though it would be very inconvenient, you would turn around from a thousand mile journey if it meant making things up with him.

Your mind flashed back to the days and nights spent with him, how couldn't he see that the happy moments you shared outweighed the negative ones by a ton? You didn't know, and it hurt you to think about it any longer. You wiped your tears before stepping out of the vehicle and renting a hotel room. The hotel wasnt the worst thing ever, which was great because you were nervous about not being able to get a last minute room. You tossed your suitcase to the side after inspecting the room to make sure no one was hiding in there or anything and flopped down onto the mattress, bouncing a bit. You gripped onto the blanket and just let the tears flow from your eyes.

The only sound coming from your parted lips were groans and sobs as you rolled over, the blanket no longer muffling your cries. You were aware of how pitiful the sight of you would be to any outsider, but you couldn't help but bawl. You had just lost someone so important to you, so near and dear to your heart in the blink of an eye. You're lost in your thoughts before you can feel the exhaustion from your crying and emotional stress wash over you. This only aids you in slipping into a light, yet peaceful and dreamless sleep.

When you awoke, your first thought hit you like a bus, though. You immediately looked around in confusion before remembering you could never return to the penthouse you once considered to be home for anything other than your left over belongings. Especially not for him.

Your hands immediately fell over your face, your chest tightening as if you were about to cry again, but you were far too dehydrated for that. You were left laying on the hotel bed, so many pent up feelings but not enough water in your system to cry and not enough motivation to get up and get any. You reached over for your phone to try and distract yourself, but you would feel these emotions no matter what and you knew that. You cursed yourself for not just apologizing, even though he didn't apologize either, but none of that mattered any more. He was gone, he had left you, running from the relationship like water runs down a stream.

A/n #2; i dunno how I feel about writing angst. Oh, also, I know it's probably "that's a real fuckin legacy to leave" without a comma but the comma makes it so much more dramatic and I'm dramatic so.

That's a real fuckin' legacy, to leave.

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[weswhoreland]

pretty boy

wes borland x gn!reader explicit 1148 words read on ao3

It started as a joke.

The two of you had been in the store picking up a few things. Trips to the store aren't always fun, but the two of you were in a particularly playful mood. And when passing by the intimates section, you spotted a nice pair of panties – black, lacy, and sexy. You picked them up, showing them to Wes.

“You’d look good in these,” you said. You meant it teasingly, even if it was true. You’d seen him in that damn corset. He could clearly pull these things off. Still, you hadn’t expected him to take you seriously. But to your surprise, Wes smirked at the suggestion.

“Oh yeah?” He grinned. And by the look in his eyes, you knew he was planning something.

The panties went into the cart.

As it turns out, you were right. Right now, Wes is splayed out on his back, looking up at you with the biggest shit-eating grin. And he does look good in the panties.

“What do you think?” He asks.

And… well. What you think, of course, is that Wes looks really damn hot. The corset had been one thing. But this? Seeing the lace of the panties hugging his cock, stark and black against his skin…

If you were a nicer person, maybe you’d stroke his ego. Or maybe you’d get right to the point, slip his cock from the fabric and take him inside you. But admittedly, you love teasing him. And Wes is very easy to tease.

You settle between his legs, spreading them just enough so that you can rest there comfortably. From this angle, you have the perfect view of him. You look at him almost sweetly. “You really wanna know?”

Wes hums in response. He's getting more desperate, you know. He's just good at keeping his cool.

“Mmhm.”

You smirk at that. Well, honesty is the best policy. You place a little kiss against the inside of his thigh, nipping a little at the soft skin there. When he does this to you, he loves peppering your skin with little bruises, little reminders that he’s been there. That you’re his. You may as well return the favor.

“I think you’re a pretty boy.”

Your eyes stay locked on his expression as you say this, searching for any kind of reaction, any kind of hint as to how he feels about this. And judging by the little gleam you see flicker in his eyes… well, you’re pretty sure he likes it. He likes it a lot.

“Am I?” He asks. He spreads his legs a little more, giving you more room. You take advantage of it, settling yourself a bit more.

“You are,” you reply, grinning up at him. “It’s hard to keep my hands off you.”

This close to him, you can see just how hard he is, straining against the fabric of the panties. They’re tight, and with the way they cling to Wes you know he’s practically begging to get out of them, to get some sort of relief. You’re not that nice, though. You like hearing him beg. You want him to beg.

“You don’t have to,” Wes points out. You laugh a little at that.

“You’re not getting out that easy, big guy,” you tease. “Remember all the times you’ve teased me? Asking me to behave?”

Wes nearly rolls his eyes, but seems to think better of it.

“You like it,” he says instead.

“That’s not my point,” you reply sweetly.

He does have a point, though. You don’t have to keep your hands off him. … Or your mouth, for that matter. And being this close to his cock…

“What do you want, then?” You hum. You like giving him options, having him ask for what he wants. Because if there’s one thing Wes Borland knows, it’s what will make him come.

And at that, Wes doesn’t hesitate.

“Touch me,” he says. It comes out breathy, raspy, needy. Practically begging. You’ve gotten under his skin. That’s always a proud moment.

“That’s all?” You ask.

Wes looks a little frustrated at the question. Somehow, that only adds to his charm.

“Yes,” Wes responds, a little exasperated. Desperate. “Touch me, (y/n). Please.”

Please. Oh, he wants it bad. So bad that it's frustrating him, driving him crazy. It's a good look on him, admittedly. But as much as you like teasing him…

You shift a bit, positioning yourself a little further between his legs. And at this angle, you have ample access to his cock. It’s easy enough, the way your fingers curl around the elastic of the panties. It’s easy enough, the way they slip down his hips just enough to give you a hint of what you want. It’s easy enough, the way you pull him free from his confines. And he’s hard, very hard, aching for you.

You’ve done this plenty of times before. And when you wrap your lips around Wes, the little sound that escapes from him is euphoric. When he’s receiving, he has a tendency to get loud in bed. Now isn’t an exception. And as you pump and mouth at him, his groans get louder, his pleases and babys become more persistent. You love getting him like this, so vulnerable and desperate. You love knowing he wants you, that he needs you. And you love watching him come apart beneath you, unraveling, forgetting everything except your name.

It doesn’t take long to bring Wes to the edge. Your lips slip from him at the last moment, and with a few more tugs he’s spilling himself over your hand and onto the fabric of the panties. You watch as his face contorts, as his lips part and pleasure washes over him. It’s almost holy, watching Wes when he comes. Knowing you did that to him, knowing you’re what sent him spiraling over the edge. You keep your eyes locked on him for a few moments, watching the rise and fall of his chest, watching as he ascends and then comes back to earth. You’ll never get tired of this, you think to yourself. You’ll never get tired of making Wes feel good.

It takes you a moment or two to regain your train of thought. Then, after cleaning yourself off, you smirk down at Wes once again.

“See? I wasn’t kidding. You are a pretty boy."

At that, Wes opens his eyes. And in spite of still being a little out of breath, he laughs.

“Shut up,” he says.

“What?” You grin, because you know him well. “You don’t like it?”

And at that, Wes looks a little sheepish. “… I didn’t say that.”

You knew it. Of course Wes would like it. Well, it'll just have to be another weapon you add to your arsenal. Because Wes Borland is a pretty boy, and he deserves to know it.

[3dollarbillyalls]

The fact that he actually did this in the early days still haunts me… No, Wes didn’t like it and I suppose it was one of the reasons he left the band. I read about it in the interview, excuse my laziness I won’t apply it here, but it can be easily googled.

Fred is way stronger, he saw an account on insta called DavisDurstCringe… And commented one of their posts with “😂”.

So let’s keep it our secret what we’re doing here or we’re gonna be sued by mister “I will act gay but get offended if people write gay-fics about me” a.k.a Wes.

He's reading fanfictions of himself

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PLEASE DO FRED DURST X READER WHERE HE CONFESS HIS LOVE FOR THE READER

Ok, I will do it :)

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Oooh damn. This is embarrassing. Suddenly it's 1999 again and I'm a 14 year old idiot writing DBZ fanfiction 🙃

[3dollarbillyalls]

Hell... Your dude (me) is a dummy. Posted the fic while trying to postpone the publication. FINE! IT'S ONLY 2 HOURS AWAY FROM PLANNED TIME.

HERE YOU ARE, LADIES AND EVERYONE ELSE <3

Just imagine it’s Sam Rivers Sunday… In Australia.

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