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[ashwhowrites]

Would it be okay if you could write deaf!reader x Eddie where she’s new at school and meets Eddie. The rest can be up to you. Thank you xxx

I have never written a deaf character before so the representation might be off, but I gave it a shot! I know in movies and shows, sometimes they can talk and sometimes it is just sign language, but I went with writing notes to make it romantic. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

I wrote a scene with a guitar amp and it was so hard to keep this story sweet and fluff and not turn it into smut

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It didn't take long for the new girl to catch Eddie's eyes. She was cute and seemed to be in her own little world. Eddie admired that she never seemed to care what happened around her.

He wanted to talk to her, but he wasn't the best at making a first impression. He wasn't the best at saying what he meant out loud. He was a writer. He wrote countless songs because he knew how to write down his feelings, not say them.

She was in a few of his classes, and he sat behind her. He watched as she walked into class, admiring her style. He assumed she was shy since she never spoke. She sat silently in class and kept to herself.

Eddie ripped out a piece of paper from a notebook he never touched. He scrambled down a message, then folded it. He took a deep breath and reached forward to tap her on the shoulder.

She turned around confused. She looked as the boy handed her something. She grabbed the note as she examined him.

He was mad cute. He had dark curly long hair, warm brown eyes, and pink lips. He wore a red and black flannel with dark jeans and dirty sneakers. She wished she could just stare but she didn't want to be creepy. She turned around and unfolded the paper.

"I'm Eddie, what's your name?"

She smiled to herself as she wrote her name underneath his. With a smile. She turned around and handed it back to him.

Eddie was shocked she wrote back to him. Before he could stare at her any longer, she turned around. Finally being that close to her face he realized she was prettier than ever.

His stomach fluttered as he saw her name and a tiny smile. Pleased that she didn't ignore him or write a mean message back.

"Well Y/N welcome to Hawkins High School. It sucks ass. The town is a little better, if you want a tour or anything I'm available."

She smiled as she felt a tap on her shoulder again, the teacher focused on the board as she turned. Her face burned as her fingers touched his as she took the note.

Eddie watched as her body moved up and down as she shook her head. He smiled as it seemed like she was laughing to herself. She felt nervous about saying yes, but she also didn't want to say no.

"Only if you promise to show me a great burger place ;)"

She waited until the teacher wasn't paying attention as she turned around and gave him the note. She turned around fast and Eddie opened it. He smiled and patted himself on the back.

The bell rang and she began to pack up. Eddie took a deep breath and walked in front of her desk.

"Hey Y/N," she looked up as she felt his presence. She focused on his lips. "Want to go after school today?"

She smiled and nodded

"Sweet, I'll meet you at the front?" he asked, he felt his face burn as she leaned close and stared at his lips. Her eyes squinted as she fully focused.

She nodded and smiled again. Waving goodbye as she walked to her next class.

~

Eddie waited outside the front door. He was nervous but excited. Befriending the new kid wasn't something Eddie ever did, but there was something about her that he wanted to know.

He smiled as she came into view, she waved as she got closer.

They didn't talk as they headed to his van. A couple students whispered as the two passed. And some students began to yell "FREAK!"

He felt comforted by the fact she didn't seem to notice it. And if she did, she ignored it.

Eddie started the van and turned down his radio, he remembered how loud he had it blaring this morning. He smiled over at her and she smiled back.

~

It didn't take long to make it to the burger place. The ride was a tad awkward as she didn't really talk, it more was of Eddie talking to himself.

They got seated in a booth, Eddie sat across from her as he nervously flipped through the menu.

He felt a soft tap on his menu, and he looked up.

Y/N smiled as she handed him a piece of paper.

He took the paper and read it, his eyebrows scrunched.

"I should probably tell you that I am deaf, so I'll be staring at your lips to communicate with you. Also, can you order for me?"

Eddie smiled and nodded. He snatched her pen and quickly wrote his own message.

She happily read it as he wrote

"No problem, I've been told I talk too much so maybe you not hearing me talk is a win. I will order for you, what would you like?"

Her heart raced as he moved on from the topic like it didn't change anything.

"Bacon cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate shake. Thank you for this, I'm excited to get to know you better and would love to watch you talk for hours :)"

~~~

The first date went amazing in Eddie's eyes. He didn't mind writing down his words, he enjoyed watching her reactions as she read the words. They ate, and he made her laugh over and over.

He knew he wanted to ask her on another date, he wanted to ask her out every night of the week.

She waved as she walked into class, Eddie gave her a flirty nod that made her dash for her seat faster.

He grabbed a piece of paper and began writing but she slid a note right on top of his.

He looked up as she turned around.

He opened it as the teacher wasn't looking

"Date #2? I saw an ice cream place on our tour yesterday."

~

Eddie came prepared for this date, he had a notebook and all different kinds of pens.

She waited on a bench outside as he ordered their ice cream. He prayed he'd make it to her before dropping any on the ground.

She smiled as he sat down next to her and handed her the ice cream. The first few minutes were silent as they tried to eat the ice cream before it began to melt.

They asked many questions about each other yesterday, so Eddie tried to think of new things to talk about.

"You look beautiful"

She felt her cheeks warm as she read his handwriting, she wrote just below his message. He watched as she wrote,

"Thank you. You are pretty cute too"

"You have a little something on your cheek,"

She read the note and was confused. She looked up at Eddie and she felt a cold glob on her cheek.

She watched as Eddie's face morphed into a smile as he laughed behind his hand. She smiled and grabbed a chunk of her ice cream, she watched as Eddie's smile dropped.

"No no, I'm sorry!" he said as she read his lips. He got up to run but she was fast behind him. He didn't make it far before she jumped on his back, his arms catching her legs as she smeared her ice cream right on his nose.

He let her down as he laughed, then she joined in.

"Uncool," he teased once he faced her. She just smiled and shrugged.

He smiled as he leaned in, his hand on her cheek as he wiped off the ice cream with his thumb.

Her breathing got faster as he looked into her eyes, his soft touch on her cheek made her heart race.

"Can I kiss you?"

He felt his stomach turn with nerves as he waited for her to read his lips. He got even more nervous when she blinked but didn't say anything.

He wanted to kiss her? She had never kissed anyone before and she wanted to tell him how nervous she was but she couldn't walk away.

She grabbed his hand and softly used her finger to write letters. He concentrated as he watched her fingers spell something out.

"N.E.R.V.O.U.S"

"Ner-nervous? You are nervous?" he asked, she watched his lips and then nodded. He cupped her jaw with his free hand, watching as she took a deep breath.

"Me too," he whispered, she read his lips and then saw his lips moving closer to her.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. It took a few seconds for her to shake off the nerves and kiss him back. She wasn't sure where to put her hands so she softly placed them on his chest.

He tasted of chocolate chip ice cream. And his lips felt amazing against hers. The kiss got better as they grew both confident.

He pulled away with a beaming smile, the ice cream on his nose transferred to her face.

"Let's get cleaned up," he laughed, she nodded and followed behind. Butterflies in her stomach as she felt her lips.

~~~

After many more dates, they became an official couple. Eddie's friends made sure she was comfortable and talked slowly so she could read their lips. They didn't mind reading and writing to communicate. It was clear that there was a connection between her and Eddie.

Eddie adjusted and took a beginner class in sign language. He was proud to show what he learned after every class. Sometimes he taught her new words.

One thing Y/N hated was that she couldn't share music with Eddie. She learned that was a huge part of his life from the beginning, and it made her sad that she could never hear him sing or play.

That doesn't mean Eddie ever excluded her. He'd have her sit next to his guitar amp, hook it all up, and let her feel the music as it played through. He'll never forget how excited she was when she could feel the music against her hand.

And that's what she did at his shows. She sat front row and placed her hands on the speakers.

He did it all because he loved her...he just hasn't said it yet.

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[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

*vision bored doesn't describe readers' looks it describes the vibes of the story*

Pairing: dark!stalker!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: Life takes a sinister turn once you begin renovations on your old, eerie house. Strange occurrences start piling up—like missing security camera footage and mysterious messages from an unknown stalker. The tension really amps up when you stumble upon red roses, serving as a chilling reminder of the stalker's presence and danger. Despite trying to brush off the threats, the situation escalates when the stalker directly reaches out to you, leaving you fearing for your life and bracing for a potential confrontation.

IMPORTANT: This fic is based on haunting/hunting Adeline i do not claim or own any characters from the series I only used it as inspiration, all the credit to H.D Carlton for being an amazing inspiration and writer.

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, stalking, breaking and entering, bondage (rope and tape), groping, grinding, fear, non/dub-con, rope burns, toxic people, degradation, praise, feet kink? (maybe kind of), pussy eating, fingering, spit, biting, clit biting, breeding kink, kissing, protected sex wrap it before you tap it, kids. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

WC: 6.5k

Small things, it all started small. Ever since renovations started on the house, life has gotten strange. The old dark house didn't help much, but it was cheap to buy such a run-down place when you originally got it. It's worth more now that you've fixed up parts of it, but you still feel like it's dark once those cobweb-covered walls are watching you like you're something to be hunted, or like you're in a horror movie and aren't noticing the obvious hints of a killer.

And you weren't entirely sure you weren't avoiding a killer with how many small changes you saw around the house. Glasses were left on the counter, seemingly freshly poured, even if you didn't remember pouring any. Your nice scotch bottle had less fluid in it every time you checked it, yet whenever you wanted to check the cameras your friend Daphne suggested you put up for your safety, there was missing footage from certain hours of the day even during the night, whatever or whoever was doing these things was smart and calculated with every move. You don't even feel safe showering, Over a month of weird stuff, no face no answers just fear

The more you tried to be rational about how you couldn't have a stalker, the weirder things got. Like he wanted you to know he was there. You started picking up on little changes, the stuff you initially brushed off as maybe just your mind playing tricks on you. But then it became crystal clear when you kept finding those red roses laid out for you, no thorns in sight. Every time a red rose without thorns appeared, it felt sinister. You'd thought how considerate it was of the stalker to avoid using the thorns, but it felt more like a taunt like the person responsible wanted to remind you of their presence with every rose and to show you that they could easily hurt you, but chose not to.

Tonight wasn't any different. You came home from some grocery shopping to see three red roses sitting on your kitchen counter, trimmed and tied together. You groaned and put down the bags of groceries before tossing the roses completely, trying not to pay it any mind. You'd done that the past five times, hoping giving him no attention would make him go away. Your phone buzzed, interrupting your unpacking. You read the text message, and a chill ran down your spine when you realized it was from an unknown number.

Unknown: Do you not like roses?

You saw the message and dropped your phone, immediately scrambling to find something to defend yourself with. You ran to the knife block, grabbing a large, semi-sharp knife. You could worry about the melting ice cream tomorrow, not when your life was at stake. A stalker's murder attempt was imminent, and you weren't going down without a fight. Your phone buzzed again, indicating a new message from your stalker. Your muscles tensed as you carefully picked up your phone to check the message, feeling a sense of dread wash over you when you read it.

Unknown: I see you're taking precautions. But trust me, violence won't solve anything. Let's have a civilized conversation, shall we?

The audacity of the message sent shivers down your spine. How could this person be so calm, so composed, while installing such terror in your life? The thought of engaging in conversation with them made your skin crawl, but you knew ignoring them wasn't an option either.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage. You replied with the knife still in hand, determined to stand your ground.

You: I don't want to talk. Leave me alone.

The response was almost immediate.

Unknown: Ignoring won't make me disappear. You can't escape me.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and the gravity of the situation intensified. The stalker's persistence was chilling, and you knew you needed to involve the authorities. As you dialed 911, another message flashed on your screen.

Unknown: Calling for help? It won't make a difference. I'm always one step ahead.

Fear tightened its grip on you, but you continued with the call, silently praying that law enforcement could indeed intervene in this sinister game. As you spoke with the emergency operator, your stalker's messages continued to flood in.

Unknown: You can't hide forever. I'll be watching, waiting.

Each message felt like a dagger, cutting through your sense of security. The operator assured you that help was on the way, but that didn't stop the ominous texts.

Unknown: The sirens won't save you.

The final message came through, short and ominous, making you block the number.

Unknown: Tick-tock.

You waited almost the whole night, but no one came. The silence was deafening, making you doubt that your stalker would make a move on you. Perhaps your fear has gotten the better of you, making you panic unnecessarily. Either way, you couldn't shake the feeling that danger was just around the corner, leaving you a bit on edge.

As days turned into weeks, the quiet dragged on, and you started second-guessing yourself. The fear kind of faded, replaced by this sort of 'what now?' feeling. A whole week passed, and you didn't spot a single red rose anywhere. The absence of any signs from your stalker had lulled you into a false sense of security, the fear becoming a distant memory. The red roses that once haunted your thoughts had blurred into the background, and life had cautiously resumed a semblance of normalcy.

Just when you thought the nightmare had ended, he resurfaced. On an ordinary day, as you hesitated at the threshold of your home, a cold shiver ran down your spine and you saw something on the ground. You squinted at it for a moment before realizing what it was; a few red roses, perfectly trimmed and tied together with string. Your phone buzzed. You gasped, your heart racing as you realized that the rose had to be from your stalker.

Unknown: "A week is a long time to go without hearing from me, don't you think?”

Your fear grew as you considered possible reasons for your stalker's sudden absence. They'd been relentless with the red roses until now, constantly reminding you of their presence through the ominous messages tied to them. So why would they wait an entire week before finally breaking the silence? Was it a psychological game meant to make you believe you were safe long enough to let your guard down? Perhaps they'd been watching your house, waiting for a good opportunity to strike. Your mind was reeling with possibilities, yet the uncertainty only added to your mounting anxiety.

You quickly walked inside the house and blocked that number as well, not bothering to bring in the roses. You left them on your doormat to rot, as you had no desire to let the flowers remain in your home. Soon after, you heard a buzzing sound coming from your phone and instinctively answered.

"Hello," you said, hoping to hear a familiar voice on the other end. There was no reply for a second. Then suddenly, a deep, gravelly voice infused with a Southern twang unexpectedly responded, sending shivers down your spine. You froze for a moment, pondering the uncanny timing of the call. What gave it away wasn't just the voice, but the chilling familiarity of the situation. The sudden appearance of the roses, the ominous messages, and now this call from "Daphne 💕" at the most unsettling moment – it all clicked into place. It couldn't be a random coincidence. Your gut twisted with certainty; it had to be the stalker, cunningly using the guise of your friend's name to unnerve you further.

The voice spoke again, "I missed our little game, I'm glad you blocked my last number, as it made our game much more interesting," the voice taunted, sending shivers coursing down your spine.

"Why are you doing this? Is Daphne okay?" You shouted into the phone, your thoughts running wild with a million questions and concerns. The stalker's laughter sent chills down your spine and increased your frustration. "Why would I hurt Daphne if you're the one I want?" the stalker laughed again as if your worry was a joke to them. It seemed clear that the stalker had little to no compassion for your best friend's safety.

You desperately needed a way to get to the point, so you chose not to waste any more time. "If you're after me, then why are you pretending to be my best friend? Wouldn't it be easier to just text me with your number?”

"Well, that doesn't seem to work. You've blocked every number I've tried," the stalker replied, their tone oozing with smugness. It dawned on you that they'd been meticulously keeping track of every number you blocked, instead of simply moving on like a normal person would.

"Touche," you responded evenly, sensing the stalker's growing frustration as you stood your ground. Their voice took on a darker edge as they acknowledged your resistance. "Blocking my numbers isn't cutting it. Looks like we need to switch up the game," they declared, sending a chill down your spine. You couldn't shake the feeling that their next move would be far more sinister than merely sending flowers.

"So, what do you propose we do now that blocking your numbers isn't working?" you asked calmly. The stalker laughed, a menacing sound that only added to the tension between the two of you. "I have a few ideas," the stalker replied, their tone of voice hinting at something sinister. "Let's hear them," you replied, keeping your tone of voice as calm as possible to disguise the fear growing inside of you. The stalker paused for a moment before speaking, as if they were plotting their next move.

You walked into your kitchen and grabbed a knife like you did a week prior. The stalker's dismissive response sent a chill down your spine. "And a flimsy kitchen knife is a solution... sweetpea, those knives in that block of yours aren't as sharp as you think," the stalker responded, making you look around nervously. The stalker had made it clear that they could see you, which raised several new questions. How much could they see? Could they see you right now? Were they hiding nearby?

"Like that would deter me. In my hands, this knife can and will kill you," you spoke with false confidence as you walked to your bedroom. The stalker's dismissive attitude frustrated you, and you were tired of being the one who was afraid. You wanted to gain the upper hand in this situation, and you were prepared to do whatever it took to protect yourself.

You grabbed your desk chair and a pillow before taking a seat with the phone and knife still in hand. The stalker responded in a mocking tone, "Oh, what are you going to do with that knife? Stab me through the phone?" They were challenging you, and you were determined to prove that you weren't as afraid as they thought. You were determined not to let them get under your skin and decided to respond with your mocking tone. "Maybe I will," you replied, deciding to match their confidence.

"No need for hypotheticals… you smell good by the way," he responded, so casually it made you gasp audibly as you suddenly imagined how close he was. "No need to get all fussy," the stalker continued, their tone of voice a mixture of amusement and malice. The thought of the stalker's presence just inches away from you made you hot and uncomfortable in a way you hadn't felt before.

You shut the blinds in your bedroom and frantically rummaged through your closet, stabbing at clothes out of sheer terror. Opting to take a seat, you vowed not to sleep until the psycho lurking in your house was either gone or dealt with permanently. The idea of him being in such proximity sent waves of unease rippling through your body. Uncertain of his capabilities, paranoia set in, making you hyper-aware of every subtle sound or movement. It felt like only a matter of time before you'd hear him drawing closer.

The night felt like it stretched on forever, filled with nothing but anxiety and dread. You must've checked the locks on every door and window a dozen times, feeling more paranoid with each click. Even going around, peeping through the blinds and peeking under the bed, making sure nothing was lurking in the shadows before finally settling down in your desk chair for the night. You could barely stop yourself from jumping at every little sound. Around 1 am, you started to feel tired but kept yourself awake for as long as you could. However, your exhaustion soon caught up to you, and you began to yawn constantly, fighting against the urge to fall asleep.

It was 1:30 am when you decided you couldn't take it anymore. You were thirsty and tired, and the three-day-old water bottle on your nightstand didn't sound too appealing. You grabbed the knife as you made your way down the stairs, trying to stay alert while simultaneously fighting the exhaustion that was starting to take over. You finally reached the kitchen and took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to stretch your legs. You poured yourself a glass of water and gulped it down quickly as you thought of the long night you still had ahead of you.

You can feel the exhaustion slowly taking over as your eyes start to feel heavy, and the surroundings turn hazy. You can feel yourself starting to lose control as the exhaustion takes over, and it becomes harder and harder to stay alert. You feel as if you're caught in a fog, losing touch with reality more and more as time goes on.

You stumble into your room, your vision getting blurrier by the second. Exhaustion has you barely standing. Darkness starts to take over, swallowing everything up as your surroundings turn fuzzy. It feels like you're losing control, like a heavy blanket pulling you down. A fog surrounds you, making everything dark. As darkness closes in, you can feel yourself slipping away, struggling to stay upright as your vision fades to black.

You jolted awake as something rough brushed against your wrist. Your surroundings rushed back into focus as the exhaustion subsided a bit. You tried to see what had touched your wrist, only to find your hands tied securely to the headboard with rough, coarse rope. After the initial shock wore off, you started to feel the tension in your wrists as the ropes began to dig into the skin.

Your room was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight flooding in from your window. The blinds and window were now open, letting in a cool breeze. You looked around in a panic, and that's when you saw him. The contractor you hired 2 months ago to help with house renovations stood menacingly in the moonlight, his large frame and pepper-sprinkled hair glinting in the moonlight. His appearance made you feel a wave of fear and suspicion, which was only furthered as he stepped forward into the light.

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat as you realized he had covered your mouth with tape. Panic surged within you, questions swirling in your mind like a tempest. Why was this happening? Why are you? What was the significance of the roses? And the most pressing question: How did he get into your house?

His presence loomed over you, a sinister silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Every detail seemed amplified in the dimness—the way his eyes bore into yours, the rough texture of the tape against your skin, the faint rustle of fabric as he shifted closer. Fear pulsed through your veins, a relentless drumbeat drowning out all other thoughts.

You struggled against the bindings, the coarse rope biting into your wrists as you attempted to break free. But his gaze held you captive, a silent reminder of your vulnerability. During the chaos, a desperate longing for answers consumed you, driving you to seek clarity in the shadows that enveloped you both.

As the stalker's words filled the dimly lit room, they carried a weight of uncertainty. "I just want to keep you safe," he said, his voice oddly calm, though it sent shivers down your spine. Despite his calm demeanor, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about his intentions.

"I gave you those roses because they mean something to me," he explained, his tone determined yet unsettling, the twang of his accent adding an eerie quality to his words. His explanations felt like pieces of a puzzle you couldn't quite solve, leaving you with more questions than answers.

His justifications for his actions only added to the confusion. "Breakin' in, you see, it was necessary," he continued, his explanation sounding more like a feeble excuse. You couldn't help but wonder what drove him to such extremes, what twisted logic fueled his intrusive behavior.

With each passing moment, the lines between concern and obsession blurred further, leaving you to navigate the murky waters of his intentions. As he spoke of protection and affection in that Southern accent, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his story than he let on.

"Now," he murmured, his voice taking on an eerie calmness, "I'm going to remove the tape from your mouth. I suggest you cooperate." His tone held a chilling finality, a warning wrapped in false benevolence. "Behave, and we won't have any problems."

As the words escaped his lips, a twisted narrative unfolded, stirring a disturbing sense of familiarity within you. Despite the fear gnawing at your core, there was an unsettling draw towards him, as if his words carried a hidden allure.

His voice, soft yet commanding, stirred conflicting emotions within your mind. Memories of your first encounter flickered like distant flames, igniting a spark of attraction amidst the chaos of fear and confusion.

His eyes, once unsettling, now seemed to hint at vulnerability, reflecting a mirror to your uncertainties. His determination to protect you, though shrouded in ambiguity, blurred the lines between reality and manipulation, leaving you to wonder at his true intentions.

Amidst the turmoil, a nagging sense of unease whispered warnings of danger, urging caution in the face of the unknown. The chill that ran down your spine couldn't be dismissed, as his calm demeanor masked the darkness lurking beneath the surface.

As he reached to remove the tape from your mouth, a fleeting thought crossed your mind, betraying the depths of your confusion. Despite the fear and uncertainty, an undeniable attraction lingered towards this enigmatic figure, the same one who had once breathed life into the walls of your home.

Trapped and bound, vulnerability heightened with each passing moment. The stalker's unsettling words hung in the air as he approached, his eyes now a mix of intensity and what seemed like genuine concern. The tape on your mouth held back the words you longed to shout in defiance.

As the tape peeled away, a shiver coursed through you, a mix of fear and inexplicable attraction. The dim room bore witness to the conflicting dance of emotions, a macabre waltz where danger intertwined with a bizarre sense of connection.

His fingers brushed against your skin as the tape came off, sending a jolt through you. "I suggest you behave," he murmured, his words dripping with a possessive edge that made your skin crawl. Tension thickened in the air as his touch lingered, tracing an unsettling path along your bound wrists.

His actions became increasingly invasive as he leaned closer, his eyes piercing into yours with a sinister intent. "I'll behave if you stop this madness," you retorted, your voice quivering with defiance and desperation. The stalker's eyes narrowed, a sinister smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Ah, but this ain't madness, my dear," he drawled in a Southern twang, his voice dripping with unsettling calmness. "This is love, a love that you'll come to understand in time."

The words sent a chill down your spine, but you refused to let him see your fear. "Love doesn't involve tying someone up against their will," you shot back, determination lacing your words.

His laughter echoed in the darkness, a hollow sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh, but my love, you'll see," he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "You'll come to realize that everything I do, I do for you."

Your heart raced as you struggled against your bindings, the stalker's presence suffocating in its intensity. "Let me go," you pleaded, your voice betraying the fear you fought so hard to hide.

But the stalker only leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, his Southern twang adding an eerie quality to his words. "I'll let you go when you understand," he whispered, his words a haunting promise of things to come. "Until then, we're playing a game, you and I, a game of cat and mouse."

Your pulse quickened at his words, the sinister game unfolding in the darkness. "I don't want to play your game," you countered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

"But you've already joined, my dear," the stalker replied, his tone chillingly matter-of-fact, his Southern twang accentuating the unsettling atmosphere. "And you'll find that I'm quite skilled at it."

His words loomed in the air, casting a weighty tension that embraced the room. Each of his calculated moves and carefully chosen words served the purpose of unsettling your equilibrium.

"I won't let you win," you declared, rallying every ounce of courage within.

The stalker's grin widened, a predatory gleam sparking in his eyes. "Oh, but that's what makes it so exhilarating," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "The chase, the uncertainty. It's what keeps us alive."

A hard swallow marked the acknowledgment of your grim reality. Trapped within the twisted game he orchestrated, you recognized the stakes were high. Refusing to play the role of a pawn in his deranged scheme, you vowed to escape, regardless of the price.

As the tension simmered between you, the air crackled with an unsettling energy. The stalker's gaze bore into yours, a magnetic pull tainted with danger and an underlying primal essence.

"I won't be a pawn in your sick game," you spat, your voice trembling with a blend of fear and defiance, yet underscored by an undeniable undercurrent of something more.

The stalker's smirk deepened, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Oh, but my dear, you already are," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "And soon enough, you'll come to relish every twist and turn."

He reached for the blanket and slowly pulled it down, revealing the t-shirt you had worn earlier. The cool breeze in the room caused your nipples to harden. "What are you doing?" you panicked, attempting to move away, but the rope still tightly bound your arms and ankles. "I said behave." Gosh, you wished you could put a name to the face; it had been so long since you'd talked to your contractor that you'd completely forgotten his name.

He removed the blanket completely, walking to the end of your bed where your ankles were tied. You felt a sense of relief when you saw him start untying your ankles. "If you do something stupid, there will be consequences," he finished untying your ankles and kissed your feet softly.

The change in move had you taken by surprise. You didn't know what to expect next, but you were suddenly aware that you were in a very vulnerable position. He planted his hands on your hips and pinned you down on the bed, his strength overwhelming. You were completely at his mercy, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your neck. A shiver ran through your body as you realized how easily he could overpower you if he wanted to.

Your body goes into survival mode, and you fight against his hold with all the strength you can muster. But it's useless. He's too big. Too heavy. Too imposing. He moves to straddle you, pinning your legs between his screams with frustration, attempting to buck him off. He laughs at the attempt, the rich sound of his amusement sending a chill down your spine,” Shh..just relax sweet pea I won't hurt you” he gently brushes some stray hairs out of my face.

"Get off me!" You shouted, kicking your feet up and down, but there was no budge in his position. He grabbed your face forcefully, drawing it closer to his own, and you could smell the mixture of liquor and mint on his breath as he spoke with a threatening tone. "Keep pissing me off, I dare you."

A panic starts to come over you, sweat starts to drip down your hair like a pulsing sensation starts to pulse between your legs, “the stalker whispered with a sickening grin. As he lifted your t-shirt, exposing some of the skin on your stomach, you felt his breath on your ear, and a shiver ran down your spine. Your body was reacting to his touch in a way that filled you with shame.

His rough calloused hands started exploring higher, slowly but surely making their way over your stomach and up towards your chest lifting your t-shirt more and more with each movement. You felt the soft touches against your skin, his fingers slowly tracing up your body, creating a sense of danger and excitement. You were frightened, and your mind went into panic mode. "What's your name? Is it Josh or Jake?" the words came spilling out suddenly as you wanted to distract him from what his hands were doing.

The stalker was caught off guard by your sudden question, and the change in your tone pulled him out of his trance for a moment. He chuckled, as his fingers continued to explore your body. "My name is not Josh or Jake," he whispered. "My name is much more interesting than that." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers continued to trail up toward your chest. He started to knead your breasts softly.

"My name is Joel, and I'm shocked that you don't remember," Joel said with a sadistic smirk. He sat up, allowing your legs to move freely, and you immediately rolled around to cover your exposed skin. It didn't matter whether you got rope burns on your wrists or not, as long as he wasn't able to touch you intimately. Your body was still tingling from his earlier touches, and no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the sensations were still there. 

"Maybe I should make you remember it for next time." Joel's voice had a harsher tone to it as he spoke, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes as he watched you roll around to cover up the exposed skin. Maybe he was angry that you didn't remember him, or maybe he was angry because you seemed to be resisting his advances. The reason didn't matter. What mattered was that he looked pissed.

He walked back over to your ankles and started to tug on your pants making them come off in one swift motion before grabbing one of your legs and lifting it roughly kissing your ankle and lower calf you tried to kick your legs but to no avail, it was like it didn't affect him it was kinda hot, what no? Get it together he's your stalker

You were left helpless in your t-shirt and panties scared and unsure of what to say or do as you're body was betraying your brain my pause in thinking gave him enough time to discard your panties and put them into his jeans pocket…You glanced over him swiftly, taking in his broad, fit physique, which seemed to defy his age. He carried a presence that suggested he might even be older than your father if not the same age. what had felt like 15 seconds had been long enough for him to pin your knees down to your bed

If you tried to buck and get away you would only shove your pussy closer to his face, you had an intense pink blush on your cheeks at the action he was so quick and seamless unlike any male you'd ever been with you stiffen the moonlight barely allows you to see him making you angrier feeling even more exposed to him.

He starts to kiss your upper thigh making you gasp at his actions as he slowly makes his way closer to your mound he teases you knowing that your body is betraying you as your legs shake suddenly the closer he gets to your core. He took his time kissing both your legs and even your lower stomach every so often as he switched. 

“The only sounds I want to hear out of you are praise, my name, or your moans'' he placed a kiss directly onto your clit making you arch your back in pleasure causing your hips to lift off the bed. “You smell and taste like candy” he gripped your hips and roughly brought your hips back down onto the bed “Now stay still and let me enjoy my food” 

Joel didn't hold back he kept his hands on your knees keeping your spread and ready for whatever he wanted to do to you, he didn't hold back in his movements his tongue lapped up every juice your body produced like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted you bite your lip trying not to give him and satisfaction of knowing the pleasure he was giving you. You were grateful your hands were bound if not you weren't sure you could hold off on running and tugging your hands through his hair.

You feel and smell your arousal your body is shaking and you're struggling to stay quiet he knows it and isn't making it any easier as he starts to change his technique he uses his teeth to bite your clit softly allowing his tongue to attack no mercy his movements calculated as he listened to the sweet sounds of your moans started to escape.

He pulled away making you whimper before changing the position he sat on her knees before pulling your ass off the bed and pushing your legs so they were at the side of your head he spit on your pussy before using his hand to spread the spit around your pussy making the surface even wetter. “You're not behaving you're holding back” he pauses and puts two fingers into your pussy pumping in and out slowly making your eyes roll to the back of your head and moan softly…fucking heaven. “See how much better it feels when you don't hold anything in?” he taunted you as he began to curl his fingers hitting that one spot that made you see stars.

You moaned feeling on edge you tugged on the ropes holding your hands hostage you wanted to touch him so badly. He began to bite on your clit just enough to give you pleasure but not enough to hurt. He brought the hand that wasn't fingering you so deep you were seeing stars up to your breasts moving your stupid t-shirt out the way to pinch and kneed the smooth skin.

You couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm was coming faster than ever your moans were not contained. You were grateful for the seclusion of the woods that surround your house. It probably sounded like a murder was taking place with how loud your moans were getting.

Joel knew you were close as well. He stopped kneading your breast and used his free hand to hold one of your legs down as they began to shake rapidly, he added another finger and made his motions faster. You couldn't take it anymore you screamed out “OH GOD JOEL!!!” you started to shake as he continued to finger you and hold your legs open he moved away from your pussy to get more leverage to hold down your shaking body “JOEL…stop.., it's too much” you gasped and started to cry at the overstimulation he was giving you. 

Then he finally let go, letting your legs down. Your vision was blurry from your tears. Joel stood up at the end of your bed. The sun was beginning to rise, giving you a better look at him. God, he was just as hot as the first day you met him. “I hope you don't think we're done so soon?” he joked you were shocked for a man his age he's lasting longer than you thought possible, the started to undress himself revealing his chest he was even broader without a shirt he had a small belly but bellow it was a large raging cock it had to be as thick as a soda can and longer than any dick you'd seen in real life it was majestic .” cat got your tongue?” he climbed on top of you and met your lips with a sloppy kiss.

You both began to make out like horny teenagers. You could taste your arousal on his tongue. He ran his hands through your hair and down your body he pulled back for a second before ripping your t-shirt in half “Hey!” you protested, “it kept getting in the way of what I wanted” he started to kiss down your neck leaving bruises as he moved along your neck and collar bone. You groaned in frustration as you couldn't touch him, your wrists were becoming raw and red with pain. He noticed and kissed your wrists but didn't untie them, making you squirm to try and loosen the ropes. Joel grabbed your face roughly "When you misbehave, you don't always get what you want," Joel said, using a more stern tone. "Now be good and stop squirming around like a child who didn't get what they wanted." he let go of your face and started to stroke his cock.

He put his hand in front of your mouth “Spit” You spit into his hand and watched as he used your spit as lube for him to stroke his dick, he spread your legs open again he pushed your knees back close to your head but not far enough for your ass to be off the bed but enough to give him a good view of your pussy glistening in the morning light.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your folds causing you to gasp nervously for what was to come, he slowly started to insert his dick into you screaming at him and moved your hips away as he tried to insert the tip “Ah!” you kick at him “stop it doesn't fit” you plead with him for him to stop or maybe stretch you more. “Aww poor baby never had a real cock have you” he inserted the tip of his dick filling causing you to arch your back slightly you rapidly shake your head no to answer his questions “Words” his voice sounds cold and dominant as he pulls you by your hips onto his dick

It's so deep you feel it in your throat you can't help but moan out at the feeling so painful but so pleasurable “Now…” he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in “Have you never been with a real man like me?” He continues to apply slow deep thrusts as he talks to you making your eyes roll to the back of your head “god I can barely fit” he eggs you on as he begins to use his thumb to rub your clit adding just enough pressure to have you moaning out for more.

“Please…more I want more” you beg as your hips start to meet his thrusts. He begins to pump into you faster grabbing onto your hips and roughly digging your hips into the mattress as he thrusts harder and faster into you the pain has completely faded and all you feel is pure euphoria as he fucks you.

You haven't been able to stop moaning and you quickly get embarrassed as a loud shriek leaves your mouth as he hits that spot again you'd never had anyone fuck you like this you don't feel pleasure for a moment he's made you feel good over and over listened to your body and understood how a women's pleasure works. “Joel…please” You didn't Even know what you were begging for, you just longed for more for anything he was willing to give you.

“Do you wanna cum?” he taunts biting your shoulder as he continued thrusting into you, you were lying if you said you didn't want to come you wanted so too so bad and he knew it he was experienced he could tell by the way your pussy was pulsing, your breath became sloppy, the way your toes curled he knew he just wanted you to say it. “Answer me or I won't let you cum at all” he growled, applying pressure to your clit using his thumb “Yes yes god yes please make me cum” Your back arched and you moved your body into him as much as you could.

You're juices dripped down your thighs a set of continuous moans fall out your mouth “You're gonna cum with me sweet pea fill you with all my baby’s” he groans and pulls your thighs into his arms so your legs are flat against his chest allowing you to feel him in your spine the sound of the bed squeaking fills the room as his thrusts became more erratic “ready?” he groans deeply and rubs your clit faster and faster until your vision suddenly went fuzzy as your orgasm washed over one another. You felt his sticky cum flood into your pussy. The feeling was so warm it felt like it would never stop cumming thank god for IUDs. 

Joel didn't let go of your legs, instead, he pushed into you making sure as much of his cum as possible would stay inside of you, he leaned down into you making your legs right next to your ears he leaned in for a passionate kiss before pulling out of you.

A dead silence reigned over the room the morning sun shined through your bedroom window as the smell of sex overwhelmed your senses, after a few moments Joel undid the rope that had your hands tied to the headboard your wrists were red and bruised from rubbing against the rope so hard, Joel put his clothes back on as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling finally releasing what you just did you fucked your stalker and liked it?

Your thoughts raced as Joel came back into view, the last person you wanted to see at that moment. "My real number..." he muttered, tossing a business card in your direction. You glanced over the card.

‘Miller Brothers Contracting and Co….’

He hesitated at your bedroom door before exiting the room entirely.

[stay-tiny-ville]

Seo Changbin

Summary ~ what you can catch me daydreaming about when I think is Seo Changbin ☺️ (or just dating head cannons for my first bias of Stray Kids; Seo Changbin)

A.N - I don’t know why but my phone, which is what I edit and write on a small portion of the time, always autocorrects Changbin to CHANGBIN and I can’t tell you how many times it has auto capitalized and I’ve had to go back and fix it smh

A.N. 2 - Binnie is and was my bias when I first discovered Stray Kids and was my best friend’s too at the time, and while I lean more now towards OT8, Binnie will always be my first love

A.N. 3 - at this point I’m just doing all the Stray Kids members before I move on to Ateez, and while I’m in my current Atiny obsessed phase, I’m still trying to figure out who they are and what they’re love is like. But I’m getting there :)

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A hot take that some may not agree with - I don’t think he’d date someone taller than him. I know short kings and tall queens get together a lot but I don’t think Bin is someone to date someone taller purely on the fact I feel like he’s made fun of a lot, and while he acts like it doesn’t affect him much—dating someone taller would definitely amp it up

Just my thoughts 🤷🏻‍♀️

Love, sweetheart, lovely, sweets, baby, are what I think he would call you

Holds his arm around your neck and ohmygod he knows what those muscles do

Whenever you’re waiting for something/someone or just hanging out around the dorms he brings you to him by your waist and sits you between his legs, back facing him

Would ask you to go to the gym with him and never in the “you need to workout” way, he’d only mention it once asking if you want to workout with him and depending on your answer he never asks again

He only asked at the beginning for company for him :)

If you started to workout while dating he would ask to be your trainer and would be so gentle with you and not hurt your body

Plus he’s extra protective on the equip where you could hurt yourself

Would tell you he is so proud of you when you progress :(

Pays for absolutely everything and steals your card and hides it (tells you about it so you don’t think it’s actually stolen lmao)

Sometimes he just kneels down in front of you to give you a piggyback ride or sometimes (a lot) he just turns you to face him and lifts you and you wrap your arms and legs around him like a koala

Does it so much that you instinctively lift your arms when he moves to lift you

He brings you to the studio and has a sort of kit of his hoodies and blankets for you to lay on the couch with

You normally stay awake with him and he knows you’re awake by your tapping noises on your phone

But when the noises fade slowly he turns his chair around to you drifting and his rolls his chair over to you

You look at him and he softly smiles at you before he lifts you onto his lap

You sit so you’re straddled him and your head rests on his shoulder

If you’re awake when he does that sometimes you play with the hair on the back of his neck and he kisses your head

If you sleep he takes frequent breaks from working to kiss your head/neck or he just sits back and wraps his one arm around your back and the other rests on the back of your head

When you wake (because he wouldn’t dare wake you by getting up) he stops all work and sits back to watch you wake all the way up again

His hands going back to their place on your back and head

He smiles and says “There you are” when you smile back at him

He kisses your forehead and you fall back into his chest

He always makes sure you are healthy and eating/being hydrated

Personally I struggle with staying hydrated and I know he always carries a bottle with him for you

The absolute biggest baby girl but the biggest scary dog privilege too

If you dress up for date night in dresses he would gasp, eyes wide and have you do little spins :((

Will bark at people if he has to

If it isn’t obvious I just want to be held by him

But laying on his lap omfg THOSE THIGHS

Like Maniac got me in a chokehold

Poppin fr

Loves your laugh, your smile, your bright eyes, and would do absolutely anything to bring out any of it

Honestly in no way shape or form is Changbin loved as much as he should be and it hurts my Binnie beloved heart and I will die before he thinks he’s not as loved as the rest of the group

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 20: Under the Covers

Word Count: 656/Rating: T/Pairing: None/CW: none/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Erica Sinclair, Lucas Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, birthday party, cover band

Divider credit to @silkholland

“Absolutely not.”

Eddie hopes that Lucas can detect his grimace through the phone. 

“C’mon, dude,” Lucas pleads, heaving a sigh. “My sister’s freaking out. Like, on the verge of homicide.”

Eddie knowingly chuckles. “Well, the guys are actually here right now. We can take a vote.” He tilts the receiver away from his mouth and calls out, “Hey, dipshits! Do we wanna play Madonna covers at Little Sinclair’s birthday party this weekend?”

“Pass,” Jeff says. 

“Over my dead body!” Grant barks. 

Gareth goes as far to say, “I’d rather slowly saw off my arm with a butter knife.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muses before turning his attention back to Lucas. “Yeah, that’s gonna be a no.”

There’s a scuffling noise as the phone is passed to—or, more likely, grabbed by—Erica Sinclair. 

“Which one of you weirdos am I talking to?”

Eddie laughs again. “Listen…Lady Applejack,” he starts, but Erica cuts him off before he can continue talking. 

“No, you listen. The band that was supposed to play at my party got the flu. And if I don’t have a goddamn Madonna cover band, Tina will make sure that I’m the laughingstock of the sixth grade!”

Eddie’s not sure who Tina is, nor does he care, but he knows what it’s like to be an outcast. He glances back at the guys, sprawled out between the couch and the floor. They’re gonna kill me, he thinks grimly. 

“What time should we be there?”

It had taken a lot of convincing and even more bribery—Eddie would be lugging equipment in and out of the van solo for a long time—but the guys eventually agreed to play Erica’s party. For the first time in his life, Eddie went to the record store and seriously browsed the pop section, renting both of Madonna’s cassettes. The cashier raised his brow quizzically when Eddie dropped them on the counter. 

“Don’t ask,” Eddie had muttered, and the cashier wordlessly bagged the tapes. 

Under the roof of the Sinclair’s open garage, the rest of Corroded Coffin tune their instruments and grumble under their breath. 

Eddie steps up to the mic, tapping on it once to confirm it’s powered on. “Uh, hi,” he says to the crowd of twelve-year-old girls, “we’re Corroded Coffin?” He winces at the inflection in his voice. “And we’ve got a few songs for you.”

He nods at the band, none of them meeting his gaze. 

Holiday! Celebrate! Holiday! Celebrate!

Eddie glanced around, noting the swarm of preteen girls dancing along, with Erica at the center. At least they’re enjoying it, he thinks wryly. 

Everybody spread the word 

We're gonna have a celebration 

All across the world 

In every nation

Okay, this isn’t too bad. The girls seem happy, which means Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair will be happy, which means they might add a tip to what they’re already paying. 

It’s not until the band is at the chorus to Into the Groove that Eddie sees them: 

Lucas, Dustin, and Mike stand at the far end of the driveway. Lucas and Dustin are laughing so hard that tears slip down their cheeks, but Eddie can’t see Mike’s face. 

Because it’s blocked by a camcorder. The scrawny freshman is videotaping them. 

“Get into the groove, boy, you've got to prove your love to me, yeah,” Lucas sings in a mocking, nasal tone. 

Dustin manages to stop laughing long enough to add, “work it, material girls!”

“You little shits!” Eddie yanks the cord from the amp, scrambling to charge at the boys. His face is bright red in both anger and embarrassment. “I’m gonna kick your sorry asses!”

The freshmen run as fast as they can, Mike lagging behind as he struggles to hold onto the camera. The gaggle of girls disperses, all of them shrieking at the prospect of a fight. Erica rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest in irritation. 

Yeah…Corroded Coffin might be forgoing a tip for this gig. 

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[undead-supernova]

I'll Pay the Price, You Won't.

And All at Once / Masterlist

Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

plot: your first song about Eddie is about to drop, leaving you nervous about how he'll react

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: a very real conversation about drug addiction and familial death, smoking

wc: 5k

The guy on the screen was uncanny.

         “It's very, very special. Because if you can see, the numbers all go to 11. Look, right across the board. 11, 11, 11, 11."

         "And most of these amps go up to 10."

It was one of the band members of the fake band Spinal Tap, clad in a black cut-off tee with a neon green print of a ribcage. Black jeans. Shaggy brown hair with bangs. A cigarette hanging from his mouth. Surrounded by a dozen guitars.

It was as if Eddie had been cloned with a hair straightener.

“You look just like that,” you murmured, glancing over at him.

He rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look at you. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do,” you argued. “You wear the tightest leather pants I’ve ever seen. And that shirt? The cig?”

         "...you're on 10 on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?"

         "I don't know."

         "Nowhere. Exactly."

“Yeah, but I don’t think I look like that.”

“Maybe not, but you do look like that. And you act like them, too. Don’t make me pull up Wayne’s World either.”

         “Why don't you just make 10 louder, and make 10 be the top number, and make that a little louder."

         "These go to 11."

He burst into laughter. Whether it was at you or the joke on the screen, you couldn’t tell. But it didn’t matter to you. His wild laugh was, to put it simply, everything.

“Okay, maybe I do.”

You loved him.

God, you loved him so damn much and you wanted to tell him over and over again. Drown him in your love and affection, get your sticky, glittery goo smeared all over his tattooed arms. Spread it all over him so that he never went a day without it.

But you stayed quiet in loving him despite being on his arm. Despite the photos and the TikTok stitches and the Instagram reels. The Tumblr communities that speculated what you talked about and how you would navigate arguments based off your respective star signs. But never once did you tell him that you loved him. 

It was obvious. Maybe it didn’t need to be said.        

Even if your new single was going to drop in the next few weeks and it was absolutely, positively about how much you fucking loved him.

Eddie had begged you to let him listen to it, but you were too scared. It was a pop song for Christ’s sake, and you didn’t want him to think it was cheesy or stupid or, you know, not good. You’d caught him listening to your music sometimes, so you knew he didn’t hate your sound. But there was always that possibility…

It was on your mind tonight while watching This Is…Spinal Tap on his couch, Oz and Puppet curled into each other on the other side. You leaned further into his side; legs pressed up to your chest. A fuzzy black blanket draped over you. 

“Tell me something true?”

Eyebrows furrowing, you looked at Eddie. “Yeah, what is it?”

“Why are you so scared about me hearing your song?”

You grew bashful. “Well, I mean… It’s about you.”

“And?”

“Well, what if you don’t think the lyrics are good? Or, like, you hate the music? Or you get embarrassed because of how bad it is?”

Eddie snorted. “Are you really that worried?”

“It’s not like it’s a ballad,” you explained, picking your nails under the blanket. “It’s like a fast-paced pop song. I mean, it’s literally called ‘Okay, Now Stop!’ It has an exclamation point at the end.” He chuckled. “The lyrics are very pointed but also vague, and I didn’t know if that would be okay, but now I can’t really change it. And I know it’s not the most poetic thing I’ve ever written. The label really wanted it to be the first single, but I’m nowhere near being done with the album—" 

Eddie interrupted you with a kiss, pulling your chin towards him with his pointer finger and thumb. You lost all sense of insecurity as he deepened it gently, basically swapping saliva as he nearly devoured your mouth.

When he finally pulled back, he gave you a swift peck. “I honestly don’t mind. I know you’re worried that we’ll cause more commotion, but this is your art, you know? You get to say what you want to say and it’s not your responsibility to tell people to butt the hell out and just enjoy the song. And if it’s fun, the lyrics don’t need to be poetic. Cut yourself some slack, sweetheart.” You nodded, knowing he was right. “When did you write it?”

“I wrote it around the time we first started running around.”

You weren’t expecting to see him smirk. “Oh, really?”

“It’s fun,” you said, more confident now. “I like dancing to it.”

“Then I’ll be there dancing with you.”

“I think I’d like that,” you said.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Eddie chased your lips again, hands moving of their own volition. And though the night was spent in pleasure, you were still stuck on this idea of failure. Not just from the fear of Eddie’s opinion, but the opinion of the world. And you knew, knew that you weren’t supposed to care. You weren’t supposed to let this stuff get to you anymore after almost losing him. 

And that’s how the guilt settled in your stomach at three in the morning. Because you knew that you still cared. Maybe you would always care.

It was strange, having everyone over at your hidden house.

Usually, it was empty, save for Eddie and Scott. An oasis to escape to whenever there was too much noise. However, tonight was too special, with your entire team and Corroded Coffin there. Even Becky, Este, and Mary had flown in for the special occasion despite finals coming up in the next few weeks. And they didn’t complain about it once, just excited that they got to see you. You could reciprocate the sentiment ten times over. 

Your lavish living room was decked out in decorations, pink and holographic silver streamers galore. Balloons getting tossed around and popped every so often. Grant and Jeff had provided the refreshments, supplying any empty space in the kitchen with liquor, beer, and mixers. Clara had gotten your favorite local restaurant in the city to cater for the evening, even going so far as to bring it all herself to uphold your privacy.  

Your last two albums played over the speakers despite your protests. Eddie had egged it on, poking your sides and telling you how much he loved everything you made. How you deserved to be celebrated, no matter how cliché it was. How you should be proud of your past as it was a part of your future. In the end, you knew he was right.

Everyone was dressed casually, your boyfriend wearing a beat-up Iron Maiden t-shirt with dark jeans and mismatched socks. Everyone’s heavy jackets sat near the back door just in case the party moved. It was November, after all. You’d tried to be just as casual, with a white long-sleeved crop top and jeans. For the first time in a while, you weren’t self-conscious about how different you both looked. If anything, it made you smile that much more.

And Eddie made it a point to move the furniture so the room could turn into a big dance floor, spinning you around to your own music as the night continued. “I’ll take that,” he’d say randomly, taking your drink and placing it on any stable surface before dragging you to dance.

“This is one of my favorites,” he’d add, but you couldn’t help but think he was lying after the third time. 

You were a chaotic pair, bumping hips and swing dancing as awfully as you could at the groans and protests of Jeff, Grant, Gareth, and Ronnie. In the end, they all joined in—Eddie just had to threaten demolish them in their campaign first. Then they suddenly had the urge to congregate and make fools of themselves. 

When you weren’t dancing, Eddie was still all over you, always touching you in some way. Stroking your back, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you spoke to his band. Your friends. Your entire team. Even Scott, which you thought was brave. 

He did it all and whenever you had a pause, his lips littered kisses on your cheeks.

It was still something to get used to. Because though the past stayed in the past, it was a rather usual feeling to be left to your own devices without your partner. Only a hidden shadow in the dark. They came to your events, sure. But they never came close for too long, always aware of pictures and gossip. You were the secret they were too ashamed to keep.

Eddie wanted nothing from you except to be yours.

And you couldn’t thank him enough for it.

“I think you should put it on now,” Este suggested, thirty minutes from the release. You tried to hide your smile. “It’s only fair.”

Clara shook her head. “Nope. No way.”

“Ah, come on,” Eddie said with a playful grin. “Don’t be a grinch! Especially this close to December.”

You giggled, detangling yourself from Eddie to approach her. Clasping your hands together, you mustered up the softest pout that you could. “Let me give everyone an exclusive.” Batting your eyes, you added, “Pretty please?”

Clara gave you a hard stare, clearly calculating whatever risk she saw before sighing. “Fine, but if something goes wrong, you’re to blame!”

Everyone cheered as you skipped over to your phone sitting on your bookshelf, still connected up to the speaker. Pausing the current song, you turned to face everyone.

“Okay! So, before I start this, I want to thank everyone for being here. It’s really lovely to see all the people I adore in one room. It’s an early Christmas miracle.” Your friends giggled. “And I know this is just the first single and we still have an album to finish, but the music I’m writing now,” your eyes flickered to Eddie before looking away, “is maybe the most important writing I’ve ever done. And I can’t wait for what comes next.” 

“A toast,” Eddie called out, causing all eyes to fall on him. “to one of the most talented women to ever walk the earth.” 

Murmurs of agreement sounded from the rest of the party. You bit your lip, trying not to let those flutters in your stomach overwhelm you. And as everyone took a sip, your eyes met Eddie’s, watching as he nodded at you. His smile emitted pride, raising his glass to you before sending a quick wink.

You nodded before pressing play and skipping back over to Eddie’s side.

The song started with you clearing your throat and saying, 

         “Okay, my pretty boy...now move!"

A trumpet wailed before the drums kicked in and the electronics filled the soundscape, an Eighties-inspired beat enveloping the room. Becky, Este, and Mary squealed and started dancing. You couldn’t help but giggle and move your shoulders to the beat.

You deliberately avoided Eddie’s gaze on you at the sound of you calling him a pretty boy. You knew you’d be too embarrassed. And though he didn’t try to directly catch your attention, you could tell he liked it by the way he squeezed your hand. Hopefully he’d keep that sentiment.

         “Would it be crazy to say how deeply I'm into you?

         Would you promise no games, 'cause I always lose."

You continued to feel Eddie’s stare, finally turning your head to find him raising his eyebrows at you. With a quick shrug, feigning nonchalance and secrecy, you decided to sway your hips along to the beat. You hadn’t been kidding when you said you loved dancing to it. 

         “Every day looked the same as the ones before.

         But you nursed your whiskey and said you wanted more."

As the beat built up and dropped into the chorus, you saw smiles on every face. Eddie was even tapping his foot along to the beat, every so often bumping into you on purpose. You held back your laughter.

         “Okay, now stop! Hear me knock!

         There's no hotel room I couldn't find my way into.

         Okay, now stop! Hear the clock!

         We're wasting time, here's to another long goodbye."

When you looked behind you, you noticed Gareth starting to head bang, giving you a thumbs up as the song hit a small instrumental. Ronnie was nodding along, something you didn’t expect. Past him, you noticed Scott watching you with a fond smile on his face. You returned it, sending him an air kiss. 

         “If this is fate, I confess to you that I don't mind.

         And if I ask for something true then please don't lie.

         Can you tell that I miss you whenever I'm away?

         There's only so much time, who knows what can change."

By the time the bridge came, some had latched onto singing along with the lyrics. You’d even caught Eddie trying to learn the melody immediately. It felt good, like all the worry you’d had before was washing away. You’d made this, confident in its production. You never needed to worry because you were proud of it. Sometimes you just forgot where you put your confidence.

“This is my favorite part,” you said quietly to Eddie, nudging him as it began.

         “Hey there! I confess! That there is now an Angel in my bed.

         Hey there! I confess! That I'm the Devil waiting in our bed.

         Okay, now stop!

         We're dancing dirty to The Beatles and the Stones.

         Okay, now stop!

         You're dancing pretty asking me to lead you home."

You put your fingers up, turning to Eddie and pointing to him. There’s a pause in the song before you scream,

         "And I DO!"

Everyone started whooping, the entire house shaking with the bass and the many bodies now dancing along to something you created. You got the same feeling as you did when you toured, always able to feed off the excitement of the audience. The energy, the rush of adrenaline.

It was as electric as Eddie’s touch on your waistline, aggressively nuzzling his face into your neck. It was as addicting as his presence, breath continuing to wash over your skin and into your lungs. 

It felt like magic.

“Baby,” Eddie whispered in your ear as you continued to sway. “I like it.”

You stopped, softening at his statement. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely. It’s cute and fun.” He kissed your ear. “I know every little thing you’re talking about. It’s actually kinda hot.”

“Even if it sounds desperate?” you wondered.

He shook his head into your neck once more before pulling back. “As if I wasn’t.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “You sure never acted like it.”

He shrugged, taking a step back before he moved some of his hair behind his ear. “Well, I had to keep my rizz intact.”

You couldn’t help but lightly smack his stomach, watching as he pretended to take a blow and almost fall over.

“I hate that you said that.”

“You love it,” he whispered, grabbing and pulling you back into his arms. You couldn’t help but laugh when he pretended to bite your neck.

“This is so good!” Jeff exclaimed as the song ended, interrupting your light bickering. You freed yourself from Eddie before hugging Jeff. “I just know the rest of the album is gonna go hard.”

“You think?”

Before he could respond, Scott was approaching you, a grin on his lips. He looked slightly cartoonish, his mustache lifting with his smile.

“Doin’ great, kiddo,” he said, patting your shoulder. “Doin’ great.”

Tears collected in your eyes at his words. Sniffling, you shook your head. “I bet you say that to everyone.”

“Not even close. You deserve it all,” he replied. “And I’m so proud of you for getting this far.”

In Scott’s face, you saw the beginning. When your father decided to treat you like a cash cow, Scott was there to treat you like a daughter. He kept you safe. But more than that, he was there when you needed him. He listened when you had to speak. Was there to cheer you on whenever you doubted yourself. Spoke up for you whenever anyone else doubted you. Made sure that no matter what, you had someone in your corner.

So, you pulled him into a tight hug. Buried your face into his shoulder as the world around you became a source of ease. There was nothing outside of this house tonight. No pictures. No receipts. No accusations. No need for armor. 

No, the rest of the world no longer existed. Not when everyone you held close was right there, living in this moment with you. 

“Why don’t we go out on the balcony?” Eddie asked, grabbing his jacket and your cardigan from the coat hanger.

You raised an eyebrow, eyes flickering around the room at everyone still dancing and drinking. It was midnight, but no one seemed to care. Least of all you and Eddie. 

“And leave the party?” you questioned.

“Yeah, come on,” he said, already starting to pull you towards the door. “I got a present for you.”

Something in you softened. “For me?”

And Eddie was damn near smirking as you pushed through the doors.

“Mhm. Come on, sweetheart.”

And so you did, draping the cardigan over your shoulders and slipping out the French doors. 

The balcony was something you’d spent real money on, always wanting something like it since you were a kid. There was the railing, all while Roman columns. The plotted flowers adorning every lining and every corner. The few benches overlooking the backyard. Land, with woods and everything, for as far as the eye could see. 

It was like your own little Victorian dream. 

Then there was the moon, waxing gibbous, high in the air and brighter here than anywhere else you’d ever been. Sometimes it reminded you of those trips you’d take to your grandparents’ house as a kid, far out in Nowhere, Tennessee. The extensive farmland, with lightning bugs and the low hum of crickets. The stars, the moon—so much closer and more tangible than you could ever fathom.

Though you couldn’t hear or really see anything like that here, it still felt like home to you. You made it feel like home.

“I know you don’t smoke as often as I do, but…” Eddie trailed, breaking the silence. He dipped into the front pocket of his jacket. “I made you something.”

You looked at him curiously as he placed something in your hand. It was a joint, but it wasn’t wrapped in normal paper. Was it even paper at all? In the low light, you noticed its maroon hue, the uneven texture.

“They’re rose petals,” he explained. “I actually made it myself. Pressed it and all that shit.”

You twirled it around in awe. The precision at which Eddie was able to roll a joint was astounding. Sure, it was due to years of practice, but it looked as clean as what you could find at any dispensary near your apartment in the city.

“I love it,” you said, biting your lip to hide your smile. Looking back into his eyes, you suppressed the urge to tell him just what else you loved.

And your pause did something to him, his eyebrow lifting as he waited for you to say something else. 

But you didn’t, the words lodging in your throat.

“Want me to light it?” he asked suddenly, shaking his head.

You peered at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

Once you’d gotten the smoke into your mouth, you could taste a slight tinge of something floral. It didn’t taste all that bad. Actually, it was nice. As you exhaled, you noticed the lack of a strong burn in your throat.

“That’s smooth,” you commented. “Did you use a fancy filter?”

“The fanciest.”

As you smoked, you leaned your head on his shoulder, breathing him in as much as you could. The high settled in soft and sweet, taking that high energy and molding it into something peaceful.

“Can I tell you something true?”

You nodded, leaning back. “Yeah, what is it?”

Eddie’s eyes met yours, all signs of humor fading from his face. “I’m really glad to have you in my life,” he said. His voice was lower now, more serious. Deliberate. “Everything is so shitty sometimes and having you through it all has been really…” he trailed, trying to find the right word before shrugging. “I don’t know. Just really something.”

“Me, too,” you said, your smile widening. “Sometimes I can’t believe that you’re not even listening to the world. And when you can’t avoid it, you’re able to just laugh at it. I haven’t seen someone do that before.”

“I just try not to take it all so seriously. If there’s three million people saying one thing but we're still living our lives, then eventually the joke is on them. Not us.” His smile returned then, just for you. “Plus, your laugh is just heavenly.”

“You really think so?” you asked, voice growing small.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I really do.” Eddie’s fingers cupped your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek. “With everything that I went through, with the drugs and Wayne and everything… I don’t know. It’s nice, not just to have a friend, but someone I can come home to and, like, cherish. You know?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “You never exactly told me how all of that happened.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “The drugs, I mean.”

He looked surprise, dropping his hand to take the joint from you. “Uh, shit. Well. Do you want me to tell you?”

“I do,” you said with a nod. “but only if you want to.”

“Are you sure? Tonight’s, like, your night.”

“And because it’s my night, I wanna hear about it.”

“Here, let me get another hit in before it gets all sad and shit.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re artists. We’re always sad.”

Eddie started laughing which resulted in him coughing out the smoke. You rubbed his back as he caught his breath again. “Yeah. Shit. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“Satisfied?”

He nodded, taking another hit before he started. “I knew it was a fucking mistake when I did it. I really knew better. Gesturing towards the bench, you sat down next to one another. “Here, let’s sit down.”

Eddie handed you the joint before he kept going. “I didn’t have anyone there to tell me not to. I don’t blame the guys for using it recreationally. Once, twice—sure. Go ahead. But it’s when you start doing it a loooot more that gets a little tricky. 

“I thought I was smarter than addiction the second I caught my dad’s stash that first time after Mom passed,” he explained. “And, sure, I was smoking weed but that wasn’t a big deal. Weed’s great. Tried mushrooms and acid, sure. Molly once. What can I say? I have an open mind.” He gave you a small smile as you chuckled. “But then Grant said something at a party about trying coke together and I was like, ‘Sweet, let’s just try it once.’ And for Grant, that was true. But not me.

“Narrowly avoided it but, fuck. People just have it all the time.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I haven’t tried it, but it’s been offered to me more times than I can count.”

“Bingo. Exactly.” He tapped your knee with his. It was only then that you noticed the other was bouncing. You couldn’t decipher whether it was from the cold or nerves. 

“I convinced Ronnie to have more parties so Grant could get us some more. But none of them wanted it, so I always took all of it. And I just convinced him that we needed it as a just in case thing.” A sigh left his lips. “That, uh, lasted for two years.”

Your eyes widened, watching as he grew crestfallen.

“Eddie…” you whispered. “That was after your uncle…”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “Yeah, it stayed after Wayne passed. But, like, five months after coke made it worse, Grant and the others sat me down and told me that they were worried about me. Ronnie hit me in the face which was, yeah, deserved to say the least. I was acting like a prick, spinning lies about how Wayne passing couldn’t be related. That I was fine when I really wasn’t. Like, clearly I wasn’t, you know? I was using.” You nodded. “Anyways, they convinced me to try and get help.”

“What did they say?” you asked.

“Jeff told me that they decided to stop partying, or at least stop doing it almost every weekend. That from now on we take alone time or find something to do together and just chill. Turn off for a while. See if it helped. Solidarity.” He grinned, something you weren’t expecting, his eyes glazed over in a memory. “Gareth asked me if I still had any of my old D and D campaign notes. I did, do, in a very protected place. Laminated it myself when I got the funds. And Ronnie, well, she told me that they wanted to play again and that if I was coked up, I couldn’t DM. And no one questions if I should be a player or the DM.”

A smirk formed on his lips. “And you know that it meant something to me. Still does. And she told me that once I got out of rehab, I better have a killer campaign to play.” Growing somber again, he took your hand in his. “You know, James Hetfield struggled with a drinking problem for a long time. They called Metallica ‘Alcoholia’ instead ‘cause they got so fucked up on tour.” 

“I didn’t know that,” you admitted. “That’s awful.”

Eddie let out a laugh, but it wasn’t really a laugh. More like a scoff he was trying to cough out. “Sometimes,” he said. “I feel like such a fucking idiot, you know? The signs were there. The warnings. Everyone said it and I just…did it anyways. And I don’t wanna touch that shit again but, fuck.”

You thought back to your cousins, the twins who couldn’t make ends meet after your aunt passed away. They resorted to selling, nearly embarrassed to admit how much it helped them pay their bills. If they were eating, that was all that mattered. It was only when they started using the product that it became something else. When you’d gotten the money to do so, you made sure they each had their own house and paid any expenses for rehab. You couldn’t stand watching them go through something like that anymore. 

“Addiction is handed to people on a silver platter sometimes,” you said. “And you didn’t think doing it once would turn into a problem. I don’t think anyone does.” Lightly squeezing his hand, you added, “I think what the guys did was really awesome. They’re good for you.”

“Yeah, they’re amazing. Saved my life more than once, that’s for sure.”

Eddie grew quiet then, staring back out at the moonlight. The faint sound of “because i liked a boy” by Sabrina Carpenter could be heard beneath a high-pitched laugh, belonging to Mary no doubt. You and Eddie were somewhere else, blanketed by the promise of the truth. Freezing in the mid-November air, particularly brutal this year. But you two stayed there, too wrapped up in your shared words. Some part of you knew it was crazy, but you’d stay out there all night if he asked you to. 

“And, uh,” he started after a few minutes of silence. “I feel very grateful that I found you,” You tried to hide your smile but couldn’t. “Not to sound like I’m high while I’m high, but it just, like.” He shrugged. “Sometimes it feels like the planets and the fates and the stars just kinda align and suddenly you’re somewhere you never thought you’d be. For better or for worse. And I know that with you, it’s for better.”

Tears welled in your eyes, the weight of his words piercing your chest. “You just had to go and make me cry, didn’t you?”

“Crying’s good,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Enough with the sappy shit. Well, maybe there’s more.”

“What else could you possibly say that isn’t going to wreck me?”

“Well,” he started. “I wanted to invite you on a little trip.”

“Where?”

“Some island off the British Virgin Islands. The details are kinda hazy since Gareth sprung it on us, but we’ll be warm…” He pulled you closer. “We can go snorkeling or jet skiing or whale watching.” A kiss to your neck. “And we’ll have a lot of privacy to do whatever we want.”

“Are you trying to take me on a…ah, fuck…a fuck-cation?” you wondered, trying to keep your voice level. There were people just beyond the door after all. 

“It’s more than just that, sweetheart,” he said, pulling his head away. “I just want to spend some time with you outside of all these cities is all. We don’t have to run around or worry about any cameras. I made sure of that.”

“Did you drop money on something for once?” you asked.

Since getting to know Eddie, you found that he didn’t spend a ton of money all the time. Like you, he donated a lot of it and only spent real money on himself when it came to guitars and jewelry. Maybe a nice meal here and there. But besides that, he still frequented thrift stores and cooked his own food. Still kept a budget for expenses despite practically never needing one again. He’d told you that old habits die hard, and you couldn’t agree more.

A blush tinged his cheeks. “I might’ve.”

“When do we leave?” you asked.

Eddie’s eyes lit up, a smile already growing. “We leave in three days.”

“I think I could do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you stayed out there for another hour, quiet in your contentment. It was like you’d waited for something like this your entire life, always reaching towards something so pure. Your life felt like a series of endings, all hushed demolitions and bitterness tinging your skies. Now it felt as though this was the end to all the endings, a kingdom being rebuilt. And you didn’t mind to declare the man beside you the king.

I am including this amazing image that @strangergraphics designed for my fic (and she made the divider so full credit to her) of what the single would look like! Ugh, I love her. Anyways, here you go!

[fleet-of-fiction]

Jake Kiszka // Female Narrator

Part Six

After a blinding light eradicates mankind, you're left in a desolate and empty world. A year of solitude eliminates all belief that anyone else was left behind. Until a chance encounter on the side of the road. Jake is injured and fighting for his life, but his presence brings a renewed sense of hope. Touch starved and lonely, you need him. And undoubtedly, he needs you too.

A/N: This particular chapter includes themes of extremely dark thoughts. Including thoughts of ending life. This is integral for the storyline. Does not reflect the writers personal thoughts or feelings towards triggering potential readers as it is not their intention to do so. So please, proceed with caution, as always. And if you don't wish to read such themes please do not read this chapter.

"It would be the last man on earth that would end up being mine..."

Explicit sexual content Sex (penetrative & oral) /Foreplay /Blood / Injury / Hunting. / Intense emotions / Death.

Day 470 ~ Jake

She looked so peaceful. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were rolling around behind closed lids. And even though I wondered what she was dreaming about, I didn't dare wake her. There was just something unsettling about trying to sleep in other people's houses and I had never slept well a single night until I found her.

I saw no reason to wake her just to tell her I was going back to the music room. I figured she would hear me as soon as dawn broke and come looking for me. Now that I'd picked up a guitar again, it was like I was being called to arms. The need to play was a welcome and not a melancholy reminder anymore.

In the early hours of morning it still felt as if the world was asleep. That everyone was still tucked up in their beds, just a few hours away from alarm clocks going off and coffee pots being switched on. It was easy to forget at this time, easy to pretend that we were the only ones left. I sometimes liked to wake up early just to catch that feeling.

It was still dark outside as I set myself up on one of the amps. I turned the volume right down and closed the door. Strumming a few notes but not playing anything in particular. I couldn't set myself to something I'd already played, and was still figuring out how to create something now on my own. It still felt strange not having Josh stood there telling me it needed to be a little faster or slower. Or Sam picking which one of us he was going to agree with that day, my heart sinking if he'd chosen Josh. Our mediator sitting behind his drums diligently tapping away if the conversation got a little too heated. I hadn't really given much thought to how much I missed Danny. But now that I was staring at the old drum kit by the window, I realised that I did miss him.

I wasn't really paying attention to the window behind. Or the pair of eyes watching me. My mind was stepping back in time, trying to think of old riffs that I'd abandoned. It wasn't until they moved that I almost dropped the guitar straight onto my foot. Something I'd never done before.

"Holy shit!!!" I cursed, reeling back as the eyes reflected in the light from inside the house.

I couldn't see much, other than a pair of roving circles peering in. I could feel my breath catch in my chest, panic begin to rise. I knew it wasn't human by the way it moved, only a foot or so off the ground and far too prowl- like to belong to any man or woman.

"What the fuck are you?" I wondered aloud, slowly inching towards the glass as if it could somehow reach me through it.

My heart was pumping blood so quickly around my body that I dizzied as I stood. Terrified that whatever it was could somehow get inside and get to Amelia before I could. As I drew closer I could hear the sound of a pitiful whine over the roar of the breeze. And although it was dark, and the reflection of the room was all I could see, the sound reminded me of something I'd heard before.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, switching off the lamp so that I could better see through the dark, the eyes which watched me immediately fading into the morning pitch black.

How many times had I been foolish in my life? When I thought about it, I could raise a nostalgic smile at the boy who had gone into dive bars before he was old enough to drink in them and played guitar while fights broke out around him. And I could consider all the times I'd cliff jumped into abandoned quarries and somehow crawled back out with my life intact. All the times I'd made myself look stupid in front of girls I liked. Done something or said something to make them think I was an idiot. Or not said something at all, the most foolish thing I could do.

Perhaps none of it was quite as thoughtless as what I did that morning. I checked on Amelia before I grabbed my jacket and went outside. She was still right where I left her, unmoved. I had thought that I might take a walk around the perimeter of the house. See if the creature was still out there.

I didn't think what would happen, could happen. Of all the risks I'd taken in my life, I never envisioned that I'd end up where I did. It was still a little cold as I buttoned up. I could see my breath as the light began to creep in from behind clouds. The wind was enough to move my hair, but moved only gently through the tree's above. A soft white noise soundtracked my steps as I traversed around the heavy woodland surrounding the house.

Until I found myself at the back yard. Staring at the window to the room where I'd just been playing guitar. Not a soul in sight.

"I'll be damned." I whispered to myself, certain that I'd find something.

I knew that what I'd seen I couldn't have imagined. I'd tripped so many times before, I knew the difference between what was real and imagined. I started moving towards the glass, watching my own reflection approach until I could clearly see the guitar right where I had almost dropped it onto my foot.

Dumbfounded. A little spooked, even. I could feel the hairs on my forearms prickle.

"I know there's something out here." I told myself.

Almost as if I was inviting it, I could feel something at my back. I slowly turned. Fear and foolishness gripping me by the throat. I backed up against the window pane. Not one set of eyes, but several stepped out from behind the trees. And I knew I was cornered.

"Clever." I remarked under my breath. "You weren't hurt at all, were you?"

I wondered if they smelled my fear. If they could hear the rush of blood through my veins as my heart pumped faster. There was nowhere for me to run. I scanned across every possible route and all of them were guarded closely by snarling teeth and renegade desires to feed.

If this was how I met my end all I could think of was Amelia. Sleeping soundly, lost in dreams only to wake to find that I was no longer there. I could feel the raging heart in my chest break as I imagined her finding them gnawing away at my corpse. Terrified that I wouldn't be enough to fill their bellies, and that they'd lure her out to die too.

Once they'd been loyal pets. Wearing collars and leashes. They would come when their masters called and chase balls when they were thrown. Settle in front of warm fireplaces and have their bellies rubbed if they rolled over. I could see it in their eyes. The pack mentality that had been suppressed for generations, the wolves in their blood howling to return to their most basic of natures. They were evolving. Growing tactful in their hunt. Luring out their prey under false pretences.

"Easy, now." I said, holding flat palms in front of me, wondering if they would respond to hearing commands they might have forgotten. "Good dogs. Sit...Stay..."

The dog that had appeared to me first cocked his head to the side a little. He was a big, imposing Shepherd breed. With a long nose and a set of sharp teeth on display. His hair was all matted underneath, an old wound still healing on his front leg. None of the dogs sat at my command. I had no control.

"No!" I warned bluntly, "There's a good boy now, Sit!"

It was as if they knew the words but couldn't recall what they meant. Standing in a semi-circle against me. I could see the smaller dogs behind, a counter-pack of terriers and spaniels. It was as if they knew the bigger dogs would have the most impact and had chosen their place in the flanks. To my left was a jet black Dobermann, clipped ears pinned back as it waited for instruction. To my right was a blue eyed Husky with the fairest white mane. Beautiful, if it weren't threatening to tear me limb from limb. And directly in front was my adversary. The Shepherd.

"I know you're hungry." I reasoned, some irrational part of my brain convinced somehow that they would understand. "I can help you, we can find food together. Just don't hurt me."

I wondered why they hesitated. If their hunger was so absolute why didn't they attack on sight? What were they waiting for? They knew I couldn't run. Were they enjoying this? Taking delight in their hunt? What could have possibly made them approach like this, without taking me down in one mass attack?

"Oh my god."

I felt my stomach turn as the penny dropped. I had been lured out there. I was just a pawn in their attempts to lure more food out. There wasn't enough meat on my bones to feed them all. And they knew that.

"You can't have her." I promised, "So, you're just going to have to feast on me."

I'd barely considered what had happened to the dogs that were left behind. I'd crossed paths with a few of them during my time on the road. Some of them would regard me, but rarely approach. Lost in their own wondering of where their beloved people had gone. Some would approach me cautiously, in the endless pursuit of food. But not like this. This was calculated. Organised.

"Jake?!"

Her voice called out from the distance. I could see their ears turn. Saliva dripping from their jowls.

"Please, Jake!!!" She screamed, tortured by my unexplained absence.

Every instinct in me had to fight not to call back. Her begging cries called out to me like a beacon alighted on the mountainside. It was my duty to respond, to let her know that I was still here.

"You keep your eyes on me, you hear?"

I'd never wanted anything more than to see her turn that corner and know that I would never willingly choose to leave her. But if she did, she courted death. Did I want her to live in a world without me? Better to have thought I had vanished than died.

Somehow I found the courage to run. And to my utter horror and relief, they followed.

Day 473 ~ Amelia

I could hear the bird song in the morning light. Another day to exist in a place where once he had. It didn't feel like it had the first time, when everyone else had disappeared. This was more crucifying than anything I could have ever endured before. This wasn't just figuring out how to live on my own, this was figuring out how to do it knowing that I had loved someone else so deeply I wanted only to die.

I walked back to the cabin without him. The acoustic guitar he had played Broken Bells on for me tucked beneath my arm as I made the journey alone. What had begun as such a wholesome idea, ended with me losing him. And I regretted the choice to take him up to that forsaken house. Never had I regretted anything more.

I looked at the spaces where once he'd dwelled. Felt his presence like a ghost that haunted me. Echoes of his voice calling out on the wind, keeping me from sleep in the night and my mind elsewhere during the day. I was keeping the animals fed, but barely functioning. And on the third day without him, I began to consider that I did not want this life.

Day 475 ~ Amelia

The rot had set in. The chickens clucked in their coop. The horses whined in their stables. And I laid in the same sheets that still carried his scent as I stared out of the window. Watching clouds pass over the canopy of trees. Wishing that I could just float away. There was no meaning to any of it anymore. I longed for that same end which had come to everyone, save me.

With Jake, it had been easy to forget that I'd been forsaken. Forgotten. Left behind, or spared. Whichever was the truth, none of it mattered whilst I had him by my side. It was him and it was me, this was ours. A solitary place for us to live out our days until we were old and had forgotten that once we'd live in a world where other people had.

I couldn't do this without him. And so I kept myself wrapped in bed sheets where he'd made love to me before and the fabric still carried the memory of his body. If only me and this bed sheet remembered him it meant that once he'd been real. And I could die knowing that wherever he was, perhaps I'd reach him in death.

Day 477 ~ Amelia

I kicked the corpse of the chicken I had starved to death. Moving it's lifeless body with the edge of my foot as I threw down some feed for the ones who had made it through my grief. I had long since brushed my hair or my teeth. The heavy weight of losing Jake mirrored in the depth of the dark circles beneath my eyes, my pallor was grey. I had not eaten in days and the thought of plucking the dead chicken for meat turned my stomach, so I threw it out into the woods and hoped some creature would find it a tasty meal.

I wasn't living. And the concept of no longer being here began to feel like a gift that I would be giving myself. I didn't want any of this anymore without Jake. Where once there'd been hope that I could do this alone, in it's place was just memories of him that hurt so badly I could scarcely go a day without clutching my belly and falling to my knees. Wailing into the ether where none could hear me.

This wasn't life. It was purgatory. Just a gateway between life and death. My heart was still inexplicably beating. But without purpose. And I was tired of it. For seven days I had tried and failed to carry on without him and for seven days I had carried a strength I could no longer bear. If I was weak, then I'd walk into that weakness willingly and with the knowledge that I had tried. And the only hope that I had left was that which told me that Jake waited for me on the other side.

The version of him that I had imagined was all that I had left. I had loved him so much that I had known that losing him would completely eradicate all my desire to live. There was no amount of time that I could have had with him that would have ever been enough. And the moments which we had shared now felt like only one or two stitches on what could have been a rich tapestry. If I didn't live, there would be nobody left to remember him. But if I lived, I would remember him. And that in itself was the most cruel of fates.

Day 478 ~ Amelia

Today. I had considered it enough. Today was going to be my final day on earth. And although the manner within which I would unravel from my mortal coil had not been determined, I knew that by the time the sun began to set that I'd be set within my death.

I woke early. There were signs of spring in the air as I showered and dressed. The air a little warmer. The sun rising a little earlier. And I finally brushed my hair and teeth. Making sure that I went to my end with a little dignity. I tended to the animals and although I wasn't quite sure why, knowing their end would be as bitter as mine, it felt good to be doing something useful again.

I ate a small breakfast of scrambled eggs and drank a cup of hot coffee. I took a blanket out onto the porch swing and read a few chapters of a book that I'd neglected. All things which I would have done on any other uneventful day. And as I looked up from my pages, I tried to imagine Jake chopping wood on the block opposite the porch.

His wide swing circling back, the axe in both hands. His hair blowing in the breeze, and a look of absolute satisfaction on his lips as the axe blew the wood apart. The back of his hand rested against his forehead as he began to sweat, even though the temperatures outside were far too cool.

I stared into the brush, the green and the brown and the bark of the tree's all lining up to create the forest floor beyond. Listening to the soft bird call and wind through the leaves. I put my book down and decided to just sit there a while and take it all in while I could.

Everything was perfectly still. As if it had paused itself in the wake of my decision to leave it all behind. I almost felt as if I couldn't have picked a more perfect day. I was calm, perhaps too calm.

"I really wish you were here." I said, my eyes roving around the beauty of the forest for one last time.

That was when I saw it. Emerging from beyond what my eye could see. I squinted into it. Not certain at first, convinced that I was imagining it. I slid off the porch swing and advanced down the steps. Something moved between the tree's. Something that wasn't swaying in the breeze or part of the natural order of things. It was dark at first, just a spectre that I couldn't clearly define.

"Jake?!" I said his name before I even knew that it was him.

His name on the breeze called to him. He moved more swiftly, moving aside the shrubbery with his bare hands as he began to run. And I, too, began to run on bare feet into the woods.

"Jake!!!" I screamed it, aching to reach him before I would be torn from this sweetest of dreams.

I purged myself of the love I had for him. Roaring in sobs that came to me unbound as I reached him in a small clearing just beyond the cabin boundary. Over those biting sobs, there was no sound. I buried my face into the curve of his hollow neck. Whatever had been locked inside me, spilling out against his flesh. I cried without thought or regard. I had no control over it, the days of struggle all seemed to converge until I cried hopelessly and fiercely into him.

He clutched me tightly. Refusing to let him see my face, I forced myself to stay against his chest. This dream I would not wake from. If I looked into his eyes I would know it wasn't real and I was not ready to give it up. I would let him hold me for as long as I could hold on to him. And I would cherish the sweetness of such a vivid untruth. It was all but a dream, just a dream...

"Amelia..." He uttered.

"No..." I hushed. "Don't speak, don't wake me."

Birds stirred in the distance. Somewhere the breeze picked up, and I could hear the slither of it through leaves that had fallen onto the ground. Picking them up in a vain attempt to return them to the air.

"Amelia, my love...open your eyes." He urged, that familiar touch of his hand coming to rest on my cheek.

I had cried enough. There were no tears left. But when I opened my eyes, they continued regardless. Not sobs of grief, but quiet droplets of something which I had no name for.

"Jake." I repeated in whisper, although he wasn't the Jake of my memory.

He was changed. The hair which used to flow down over his beautiful face had been chopped just above his shoulders. Rough stubble pebbled his upper lip and chin. But the eyes which bore down into me were the same. I would have known those eyes even if he had changed beyond all recognition. His arms felt the same, too. A mixture of desire and urgency and restraint. And for one still moment I took in the sight of him, before venomous anger took over.

I struck him once. Cold and hard across his jawline. He turned his face away but did not buckle with the blow. I had probably not struck him hard enough, or perhaps he had been expecting it. He didn't release me, and I was glad. And when he turned back, his face had not changed. As if he'd felt nothing. Or perhaps, he'd felt worse and this was nothing in comparison.

"I deserved that." He breathed, the sound of his voice filling me such relief I almost died right there just as I had planned to.

If I had known in that moment what it was within his mind, perhaps I would have prepared myself better. As much as anyone can be prepared for a kiss that they never thought they would have again.

He clasped me harder, his hands crushing my arms as he pulled me into him. He turned his head slightly, too swiftly for me to consider it. As if he had never been in any doubt that this would be how we would reunite. He brushed his lips against mine. Softly at first, those eyes probing me for the briefest moment for permission of sorts. And then he kissed me harder, deeper and with fierce conviction. Whatever small part I had in this kiss, I knew it was my place to submit to it. He pushed his body against mine, his mouth opening and showing me that nothing else mattered.

I fought against his tongue. Wanting it so badly, but too full of wondering to let him have too much of it. I let him have a moment of it. And not a second more.

"Jake, please..." I pulled back, holding his face between my palms as I studied the sunken cheekbones beneath his dark eyes. "You've been gone for eight days."

"I know." He replied, "And for eight days I've been trying to get back to you."

I didn't understand, couldn't fathom what he had been through. Somehow it was etched there in his emaciated face. A struggle I would never be able to share the depth of with him. And he, in return, would never be able to follow me into mine.

"I don't understand." I muttered, turning his face this way and that to try and see a hint of what it had cost him to return to me. "I thought you had....vanished."

"You think that I would choose to leave you?" He simpered, taking another kiss as we began to rise. "That's not a choice I ever thought I'd have to make. But I did. And I would do it again a thousand times to keep you safe."

There would be time enough for explanations. He was weary. Dishevelled and somehow traumatised. And so I silently led him back to the cabin, my arm around his waist. The outline of his ribs against my hand. And any thought of my own death somehow completely gone from me.

Day 479 ~ Jake

She was a sight for sore eyes. Resting her little head on my chest. Hair fanned out across my arm, the scent of it like pine and moss. I was showered and she'd made food for me. Silently eating it as she sat beside me at the kitchen table, stroking my hair and looking at me as if she'd never seen anything more precious to her.

No sooner had I pushed my empty plate aside, she'd taken my hand and told me to get in bed. And I'd insisted that she crawl in beside me. Folding herself up into my side like she'd always belonged there. And for the first time in eight days I felt rested.

"You haven't asked me what happened out there." I mentioned, resting my cheek against her crown.

"You'll tell me when you're ready." She replied, sighing deeply as she swept her fingertips across my stomach.

I could see a madness in her that hadn't been there before. I tried to imagine what it had been like for her, but my thoughts always fell short. She was quiet. I kept catching her gazing at me as if she couldn't quite believe that I was there. She'd even sat with me as I showered, handing me the soap and watching the dirt slide off my back.

"You wouldn't believe me, even if I did tell you." I surmised, running my hand down her spine, feeling her body shift as she turned to look at me.

"Try me." She answered, calm and collected, as if we were talking about a T.V show we'd watched. "I've considered everything. Driven myself mad with it."

"I know." I replied softly, "You didn't deserve that. But what's happening out there... it's unlike anything that we could have been prepared for."

Her interest piqued, she raised herself up onto an elbow and furrowed her brow.

"What do you mean? Out there?" She said, "How far did you go?"

I didn't have a distance that I could tell her in numbers. Only that I'd gone beyond where my scent could be traced back. Days and nights of running, being hunted. The pack were smart. Even when I'd climbed tree's to avoid their eye line, they'd lingered on the forest floor picking up the scent of me and waiting for me to make my next move.

I knew that if I went back to the cabin they'd follow me there. I had to get them far enough away and lose them so that I could circle back without bringing them with me. On the fourth day I lost them, their senses distracted, and it had taken another four days to get back.

"We need to secure the perimeters of the cabin. Make sure the livestock is safe. That nothing can get in." I told her, my voice unintentionally rising to panic.

"Why?!" She asked, "What happened, Jake? You're scaring me."

There would be time enough to tell her. That the creatures we'd once held so dear had gone back to their most basic bloodlines. That the wild animals were welcoming their domestic kin back into the fold. That the wolves had descended, but not as we remembered them. They were just regular dogs. Like the one my brother had loved and kept. Her name was Rose and she had slept on my bunk in the tour bus, sniffling in my guitar cases for treats. The softest, most loving creature I had ever known. And I just couldn't picture her a snarling, starving mess with dripping fangs and a taste for blood.

But somehow I knew she was out there, trying to survive if she hadn't already died.

"I'll tell you, baby." I promised, pulling her back onto my chest, not certain I could look her in the eye as I spoke.

All I wanted to do was hold her. Remind myself why I'd risked everything. She listened to me and hummed in agreeance to everything I said. Gasping in disbelief at my tale of pursuit. She would circle her fingers over my navel as she listened, drawing little intakes of breath from me as I tried to paint her a vivid picture until I had to give in to her.

No more talking. No more desperately trying to cling on to the fact that I'd made it back home to her. What was any of it for if not for the sweetness of her body? Her kiss? I wanted to reunite with her in the only way that I could. Pushing her onto her back, striking my thumb across her cheek as I swept her hair away from her face.

"Why'd you chop your beautiful hair off, Jake?" She asked, picking up a tendril of what used to sit on my collar bone.

"That's how I managed to fool them." I replied, nodding into a smiling kiss. "I cut my hair and scattered it for them to confuse my scent. Once they were distracted, I managed to put a few miles between us."

The way she looked at me made my heart rush. Every empty space without her filled with a warmth that felt like home. She looked at me as if I held the world in my hands for her. I was the one who made it turn.

"Don't you ever disappear on me like that again, Jacob."

She meant it. Stoic and steadfast, she didn't miss a beat.

"No Ma'am." I replied, sinking into a kiss that made my cock start to awaken to the possibility of that proper reunion.

She wasted no time. Climbing on top of me, letting her hair fall. Her perfect breasts pushed up against my chest as she kissed me. Blood pumped harder in my veins. My body somehow awakening the strength to wrap my arms around her and spin her onto her back. She squealed with joy. Her laughter filling my senses like music I'd never heard before.

And I forgot everything that had happened before that sweet moment.

Day 479 ~ Amelia

My man. My quick thinking silent protector. He was mine. And as he laid me down beneath him I'd never felt more safe. The scent of his freshly washed body, the lines of bones that now protruded signalled his struggle and I held them close to me as he parted my legs.

The nightmares we'd had could wait. I welcomed him between my thighs and let him push his hard cock into my desperately wet pussy that had pined for him just as much as my heart had. Soon he was writhing above me, panting for breath and sealing his lips to my nipples as he thrusted against me. And I forgot that I'd wanted to die. The invisible thread which kept me tethered to this life had returned to me. And I could never tell him what I'd intended to do.

"Fuck, I missed you...I missed this." He breathed the words against my chest, sliding his tongue across the valley of my breasts.

There was nothing more erotic than the sweet reunion of lovers who had never known that they would ever meet again. In the world we'd once lived in, a call or a text would have eased our worried minds. But without so much as a letter to be delivered, I'd lived in a state of unknowing. It felt almost unreal to have him bared to me, making love to me in a bed he'd been wholly absent from.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. To feel the bitterness that had kept us apart dissipate in the feral moans that rang out from that bedroom of ours.

"Never again Jake..." I made him swear. "Don't you ever leave me again... Don't leave me alone in this world."

He was breathless and covered in sweat. His and mine. Pussy juice and the cum which had leaked from his tip smeared across our bodies. The gentle rhythm of our love making turning into fierce sex that would bring us to completion.

The depth of his despair was in the way he looked at me then. He took my hair in his fist, holding me still. My legs spread wide for him, his hips grinding into me as if he couldn't bear it.

"I'll die before I ever leave you alone, my love." He whispered solemnly, pressing his mouth against my ear.

"Now hush." He ordered, "And take what I have to give you..."

I could only submit to the violent way he fucked me. Screaming his name into the night. And somewhere in the distance, under the light of the full moon, a wolf howled into the wind...

To be Continued...

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Share Our Skin. (part 2)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: This is the second part of a wonderful request from the lovely @twistedmelodies. This series is going to have one more part; the first two are building the background for the third and last chapter that is going to be 🔥.

I really hope you like this.

Share Our Skin (part 1)

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Word count: 8K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, drinking, sexual tension, blood, graphic sexual content, language, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f! and m! receiving), protected sex, spanking, light choking.

Summary: In need to recover from a terrible day at work, you decide to go to a nearby bar. But danger is always lurking. _____________________________________

Work had been a nightmare and by the middle of the week you were already exasperated by it.

You really needed a distraction or else you were going to end up getting yourself fired and you really couldn't afford that.

You just needed to relax a bit.

You thought about inviting Josh over, but you really didn't want to bother him. You knew he had a lot to do since the cinema had received many new film rolls and he had to classify them.

That's why you ended up in an old fashioned bar a few blocks away from your house.

As soon as you entered, you regretted it.

The music was too loud and it was incredibly crowded for a Wednesday evening.

And you felt awkward. Extremely awkward.

You weren't used to going to a bar on your own, so you felt really out of place.

But you desperately needed a distraction.

You settled at the bar and ordered a gin tonic.

While you waited for the bartender to prepare your drink, you took a shy look around.

Across from you, there was a makeshift stage with a microphone stand, a few stacked amps, a drum kit and some other instruments.

But the band was nowhere to be seen.

It wasn't too late though, so you assumed the show was still about to start.

You heard the dull thud of your glass hitting the counter in front of you and you turned.

"He is always late" you heard the bartender scoff as he motioned with his head towards the stage.

As you took a sip of your drink and winced at the sting of the alcohol, you saw some commotion on stage.

A boy about your age sauntered onto the stage, grabbed a battered acoustic guitar, plugged it into the amp and approached the mic.

He had long brown hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a fringed black jacket with nothing underneath and tight black leather pants. His smooth tanned chest, adorned with many necklaces, was on full display as he adjusted the strap of his guitar. He looked like a modern day pirate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, good evening" he said in a deep warm voice that tickled your ears just right.

"Who's ready for some rock and roll?" He continued and someone cheered loudly in the bar.

His features looked familiar, although you were sure you had never seen him before.

You would have remembered him. Without any doubt.

You were trying to pinpoint what exactly was familiar to you about him and in doing so you were blatantly staring at him.

He noticed and you thought you saw him winking towards you, but you weren't really sure.

You scoffed.

You were sure he was going to bore you to death with his wannabe rockstar demeanor.

You finished your drink and were about to stand to pay and exit, already regretting your poor choice of bar, when he started playing an intricate acoustic melody you had never heard before that glued you to your spot.

You turned with a surprised expression on your face and you saw he was already looking at you with a beautiful smile.

You couldn't stop your gaze from drifting to his fingers.

You were mesmerized by the speed and precision with which he slid them up and down the neck of the guitar to create otherworldly sounds.

You observed as he sat on a high bar stool and started tapping his foot and nodding his head to the rhythm of the music, getting lost in it, his hair swaying around his face as he slowly transitioned to the next song.

You recognised it.

It was Heart of Gold by Neil Young.

When he started singing softly into the mic with his eyes closed, you felt a strange warmth spread into your chest. His voice was deep, smooth and made you shiver, enveloping you in the melody every second more.

You were reconsidering him. He was really talented.

Then he reached into his jacket pocket and fished out a tiny armonica, bringing it to his lips.

He started playing it softly but passionately, with his eyes closed and his head slightly tipped back.

He looked angelic and sinful at the same time.

When the song finished, the crowd cheered and you joined, clapping your hands with the others.

After a few more acoustic songs, you learnt that that was only his warm-up.

When he jumped off the stool, unplugged the acoustic and grabbed an electric guitar, you knew the show was just starting.

As soon as he plugged it in, he executed a quick riff, making it echo in the room and looking playfully at the crowd, as if saying "you are in for a good one tonight."

His stare landed on you and he unmistakably winked in your direction this time.

He looked like trouble. You knew it.

A shiver ran down your spine as his eyes locked with yours and a little voice in your head screamed at you to leave as fast as you could.

But you ignored it and, instead, turned more towards him, observing his show closely.

If he had looked ethereal and angelic with the acoustic, he looked absolutely devilish and dangerous with the electric.

He started playing like a madman, then.

The cherry red vintage Gibson that swung low against his hips looked like a little horned devil, held hostage and helpless in his expert unrelenting grasp.

You envied it.

Incredibly.

You had never wished to become an inanimate object. But there was a first for everything and there you were.

When that thought crossed your mind, you blushed, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

The air completely left your lungs as you observed him, rocking his hips and rolling his body against the wood of the instrument.

The more intense the song became, the more indecent his moves turned.

Sexual was the right word to describe his way of playing, feeling the music deep within his body.

You took a sneaky look around, to see if the crowd of customers around you was watching the same show as you, but nobody seemed bothered by his lascivious behaviour.

A few girls at the table in front of the very stage cheered frivolously, but he didn't even acknowledge them.

When he wasn't focused on his instrument, he had only eyes for you. And you for him.

And every time his eyes met yours, a shiver ran down your body and a warning rang through your ears.

But his music was too loud for you to pay attention to your subconscious.

You felt your arousal start ruining your panties as your mind started conjuring the most improper thoughts while watching him play and rut his hips against his guitar.

You blushed, embarrassed beyond belief to the kind of thought you were having about a complete stranger and, finally, you managed to detach your eyes from his body.

Your gaze drifted to his face and that was the biggest mistake you had ever made.

If his movements, for someone, may allude to acts only made for a private audience, his expressions were utterly and unmistakably pornografic.

You clenched your thighs, involuntarily, as you noticed the way his full lips glistened with sweat and saliva from the amount of times he licked them.

His chest was glistening too and rising and falling rapidly.

His brows furrowed and his mouth contorted in a silent scream as he reached the high of the song and suddenly arched his back.

You wished you could hear all the little sounds that escaped his beautiful sinful mouth.

You wished you could feel the tips of his fingers on your skin.

You wished he would hold you tight and play you exactly like he did his guitar.

You wished to feel the vigour of his hips against yours.

Fuck, you need to stop, unless you want to ruin this stool, you thought.

You almost jumped off it when the bartender slammed a glass against the counter for the man right next to you and you lost the last few notes of the song.

Then his voice reached your ears again.

He was almost breathless and his voice was a little hoarse.

"The next one is the last song for tonight, thank you so much for having me." He said with a warm smile that made his eyes shine.

Then his eyes landed on you again and his smile turned into a smirk.

A single word started flashing in your brain in bold red letters.

DANGER

But what he said next erased every reasonable thought from your mind, stopping you from making the coherent decision of leaving.

"I am going to dedicate this one to the mysterious girl sitting at the counter, who has only had eyes for me" he mused into the mic, his raspy voice making your entire body cover in goosebumps when you understood he was talking about you.

"Let's see if you recognise it" he added, looking directly towards you and winking.

You saw everybody in the room turn towards you and you blushed, wishing for the ground to open and swallow you, bringing you to the place you knew you belonged right then.

You recognised the song from the first few notes and you shuddered.

You regretted not having listened to your subconscious.

You should have left.

The song was one of your favorite, ever.

Kings of Leon.

Sex on fire.

And God, you were feeling every little flame all around you.

It started low on the ground around your feet. Slowly, imaginary flames started licking up your body, enveloping you completely, the more the song extended.

You felt like you were burning for him at the stake.

The guitar was sending little tingles down every single nerve ending of your body, deranging your soul completely.

But when he started singing, you knew you weren't going to leave that place untarnished.

His voice was gravelly and rough. The more he sang, the tighter the invisible rope he had wrapped around you from the very first second he stepped onto the stage wrapped around your body and mind.

He was making you his without even touching you.

And that was driving you crazy.

He sang the chorus with his gaze locked with yours.

And his eyes said it all.

Welcome to Hell, baby.

The sudden improvised guitar solo had you sinking your nails into your palms and biting the inside of your cheeks to the point that you tasted blood on your tongue.

He was on fire too as he played, shredding like his life depended on it and moving so sinfully, causing thought so devious into your mind that you felt the need to run to the nearest church and repent for all your sins.

You wanted him in the most depraved ways.

You wanted him to do aberrant things to you.

And what disgusted you the most was that you were ready to beg for it.

As the song ended, with a piercing drawn out note that echoed in the room and bounced against every wall, you felt the need to smoke a cigarette even though you had never smoked in your life.

Your instinct to fight or flight finally hit you and you knew you had to leave before you ended up doing something incredibly stupid.

You turned to pay and just when you were about to hand the bartender your card, you heard a voice behind you and froze.

"Hey, Steve, put her drinks on my tab and get her a refill, if she wants it" the voice said and you already knew you were in trouble.

You saw the bartender nod and hand him a whisky neat. He then turned to you, silently asking you if you wanted another drink, and you asked for a bottle of water.

You felt a warm hand on your elbow as the man behind you made you lower the hand with which you were holding your card and you turned towards him.

He was already looking at you, absentmindedly swirling the drink in his glass.

He was even more beautiful up close. His hair was slightly disheveled and a few strands stuck to the sweaty skin of his neck and chest, smooth and slightly flushed.

He looked tired, but his eyes, God, his deep brown irises sparkled with happiness and a glint of mischief as he met and held your gaze with extreme confidence.

You noticed you were the same height, but somehow you felt like he was towering over you, his presence was overwhelming.

"Hi, doll, did you enjoy the show?" He asked you genuinely curious about your opinion on his music.

He had to come a bit closer for you to hear him because the music that had been turned on after his performance was too loud.

You didn't trust your voice so, to buy yourself some time, you opened the water and took a sip.

Due to your clumsiness, a little drop slipped out the corner of your lips and trickled down your throat.

He followed it with his eyes and you noticed how they imperceptibly darkened.

You cleared your throat and answered him.

"It was amazing!" You told him and a proud smile appeared on his beautiful face.

"I'm glad you liked it" he said sweetly, tipping an invisible hat at you.

You liked him, he was nice. But still, his aura was dangerous.

"What's your name, doll?" He asked then, coming closer. His stare flicked to your lips for the briefest second before going back to your eyes.

You told him your name and asked for his.

"I'm Jake. At your service, milady" he said, a makeshift English accent made its appearance as he bowed at you.

You giggled and he mirrored you.

The word DANGER flashed again in your mind as he came closer, his sweet smile morphing into a smug grin as he bent his head slightly to whisper into your ear.

His hot breath tickled your skin and made you shiver despite the stifling atmosphere in the room.

"You know, it's not very polite staring at people like that" he lowered his voice to just a whisper and retreated to look you in the eyes and see the effect his words were having on you.

You blushed instantly and you felt like you lost the ability to speak. Your brain was completely incapable to conjure up words.

He was proud of himself. You could see it in his eyes.

Your hands tightened around the water bottle as he came closer again to deliver another blow.

"And neither were the things you were thinking about in this little beautiful head of yours. Very inappropriate I would say." He whispered, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear.

Your head was spinning. And you were incredibly embarassed and uncomfortable. You lowered your gaze to the floor and your hands started trembling.

"I'm sorry" you said sheepishly and he chuckled.

"Hey" he whispered again soothingly, lifting your chin with his pointer finger so you were looking him in the eyes, again.

"No need to apologise, baby, " he said and came even closer so he could talk into your ear again.

Despite being sweaty, he smelled wonderfully. The smell of his cologne was deep and rich, engulfing your mind in a haze, like a deep fog.

"I was doing exactly the same from the stage, so we are even" he said and placed a hand on your hip, making a shiver run down the length of your spine.

His eyes bore holes into yours.

The hand he had on your hip was incredibly warm and firm, and your body flushed with heat at the feeling.

He spoke again, this time blatantly staring at your lips with no fear of being caught.

"I've never seen you around or I would remember you, love. You are new round here, aren't you?" He asked gently.

You nodded.

"Yes, I've just moved here, just a month and a half ago" you said admiring the way his skin shone with the low lights in the room.

He really was beautiful.

"And what brought a beautiful girl like you to this dingy place all alone on a boring Wednesday evening, doll?" He asked curiously.

You sighed. Thinking about all the mess you had had to deal with at work that day.

"Work was a nightmare today. I really needed a distraction so when I saw this place while passing by, I really thought I could find something that would suit my needs in here" you said fidgeting with your water bottle.

"And tell me, did you find it?" He asked, the corner of his lips tilting up in a smug smirk.

"I don't know it yet. Maybe." you whispered back, shrugging nonchalantly, feeling his eyes burning holes into yours.

"Why don't we sit and talk for a bit, then, so we can get to know each other better." He asked you, motioning towards a little empty booth in a corner.

You nodded and followed him there.

It was just a little innocent chat, you told yourself as you sat down next to him.

Next thing you knew, you were being unceremoniously pinned against the bathroom wall by his body, his mouth hot on your neck, his hands on the wall on either side of your head and his hips flush against yours.

He was leaving love bites all over your neck, marking you up for everyone to see.

You hoped the concealer you owned would be enough to mask them up the next day.

You let out a fucked-out breathy whine when his teeth sank into your skin and, suddenly, he was looking into your eyes, keeping you still with a hand on your throat. It wasn't squeezing but holding you almost gently.

His eyes were boring holes into yours, smoldering.

He exuded dominance in everything he did.

The music echoing from the bar was still loud, but a bit muffled, meaning that you could hear him better.

His voice was even more beautiful now, enchanting and hypnotizing.

You were already his.

And he knew that.

"What do you want, doll?" He whispered onto your lips. His breath smelled like whisky and you were continuously distracted by his plump lips that looked delicious.

You wanted them on yours.

You needed them.

But you wanted his hands, too.

You wanted him, in every outrageous way in which you could have him.

"Kiss me, touch me, anything, just… please" you managed to whisper under his scrutinizing gaze.

"Listen to you, little dove" he said, tracing his thumb against your tortured bottom lip.

"I didn't even touch you and you are already begging for it. We are gonna get along so well." He mused into your ear as his thumb dipped inside your mouth.

You sucked on it gently and he groaned, pressing his hips even more against yours, making you gasp around his digit as you felt how hard he was.

"Feel that, baby? I've been this fucking hard since the moment I saw you there sitting at the counter, looking all shy and blushy." he groaned into your ear and you whimpered.

He dragged his lips across your cheek and ghosted them over yours, moving them away quickly before you could kiss him. He chuckled at your attempt to reach his lips and tightened his hold on your throat.

"Shh, doll, be patient." He said into your ear again, making you shiver.

Your head felt dizzy as he started nibbling at your earlobe and you mewled his name.

"You sound so pretty, baby" he whispered and moved so that his lips were ghosting over yours again.

This time you didn't move and a beautiful smile spread on his face.

"You are such a good girl. And you know what happens to good girls?" He didn't wait for you to answer

"They get rewarded" he whispered right on your lips right before connecting your mouths.

Hard.

The impact caused you to whine, but it only spurred him on into pressing his body even more against yours.

The force with which he kissed you caused your already bitten lower lip to break, making blood start to slowly seep out of a little cut to the point that you could taste blood along with whisky on his lips.

He held your chin high with the thumb of the hand that he had wrapped around your throat and kept kissing you, stealing your breath away completely.

He parted from you with a worried expression on his face when he noticed the blood on your lower lip.

"Are you ok?" He breathed against your lips, panting and wiping away the blood from your chin with his thumb.

You nodded and crashed your lips back against his, hissing at the sting from the cut.

"But… you are bleeding" he whispered onto your lips, breaking the kiss again and eyeing the cut.

"I don't care, just… Please kiss me again" you whimpered back quickly, seeing a smirk appear again on his face.

Seeing that you were unfazed by the blood, he licked your lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth, making you whine.

At the same time, you felt his other hand caress your outer thigh and grab a handful of your ass.

"Jake" you groaned and his grip tightened.

Suddenly, he grasped your hair in an iron grip and forced your eyes on his again.

"Look at me. What do you need?" He whispered practically on your lips as his hips started grinding against yours again, making your eyes roll back into your skull.

He tugged at your hair again and you gasped.

"Eyes on me, little dove. I don't like to repeat myself" He warned you and you felt your walls clench around nothing.

"Touch me, please" you begged again and his lips connected with yours immediately, in another passionate kiss that tasted of blood and whisky.

Meanwhile his hands explored your body. His fingers, hot and calloused, grazed the inside of your thighs and before you knew it he lifted your skirt to your hips and cupped your still clothed center, making you sink your nails into his shoulders.

"Fucking hell, doll, your panties are soaked. Is this all for me?" He said as he started to gently rub his fingers over you, making you almost lose your balance.

You nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence and he wasted no time in tugging the wet piece of clothing from between your legs to feel you drip down his fingers without barriers.

He grabbed your discarded panties and hid them in the backpocket of his trousers with a smirk and a wink.

The moment his bare fingers came in contact with your core, your knees almost gave out and he had to wrap one of arm around your waist to keep you upright.

Involuntarily, in doing so, he pressed his thigh snugly between your parted legs and you quivered as you slid against the leather of his pants.

You cursed loudly and he stopped caressing you between your legs, gripping your hips strongly with both his hands and guiding the rocking of your hips against him.

The amount of wetness covering you allowed you to move incredibly easily against his thick thigh, making you barrel towards your finish in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

But, of course, just as you were about to topple over the edge, he removed his thigh and stilled your hips with his firm grasp.

You whined and he chuckled.

"Where are your manners, my little dove? Good girls ask for permission before they cum" he whispered against your ear, biting your neck sharply.

You whimpered and blushed, but obliged.

"Please Jake, I need it" you whined and you saw his eyes narrow.

"You need what, doll?" He taunted you. He wanted you to say it out loud.

You groaned and almost rolled your eyes but he grabbed hold of your throat, squeezing.

You quickly recovered from that slip.

"Please, Jake, can I cum? I need it so much please" you managed to say and he quickly returned his thigh between your legs.

His hold on your hips was so tight that you knew there would be bruises on your skin.

The feeling of his thick muscle against your core was heavenly.

You bit your bottom lip as you felt yourself start to approach your orgasm, but he quickly untucked it from underneath your teeth.

"Don't. I want to hear every little sound escaping these beautiful lips of yours. Go ahead, cum for me" He growled into your ear and you came hard against his thigh.

By the time you came down from your high, your legs were shaking and your head spinning.

He moved his thigh from between your legs and groaned loudly, watching closely as your wetness stained his pants, glittering in the sharp lighting of the room.

He unexpectedly kissed you again, making you moan and then spoke.

"Look at this mess, sweet girl… so beautiful" he whispered.

Without thinking, you knelt down in front of him, and you saw him visibly twitch in his tight pants.

He expected you to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants but you focused elsewhere.

You wanted to make him go wild.

And you knew exactly what to do.

You stuck your tongue out and started licking your wetness off his leg, keeping your eyes glued to his.

He cursed loudly and started palming his throbbing erection languidly as he watched you, praising you profusely.

"Fucking hell, doll, you are something else. So perfect" he said proudly, looking at you and caressing himself a little rougher than before.

When you finished, you started unbuckling his belt and begged him to let you touch him.

"Jake, please, let me touch you. Let me make you feel good." You whispered and he growled deep in his chest.

"Go on baby, suck me off, spoil me with that gorgeous mouth of yours." He said, his eyes already drifting closed in anticipation.

You finished with his belt and made quick work of unzipping his trousers. You gasped, surprised, as his erection sprung free from his leather jail since he had forgone underwear.

The thought of him grinding against his guitar with just the leather separating his member from the wood of the instrument caused your head to spin.

You almost moaned at the sight of him. He was big, his tip was the same colour of his plump lips and already wet with precum.

Your mouth watered instantly and you wrapped a loose hand around his base.

His knees imperceptibly buckled and he pressed one hand against the wall for balance.

The other cradled your cheek in a soothing way.

As you kept stroking him, you skimmed your lips on his faint happy trail and licked from his navel to where his neatly trimmed public hair was.

Then you started sucking a little hickey on his soft tummy, just below his happy trail.

He hissed when you bit his flesh and whimpered when you started sucking on it, slowly bringing his blood to the surface of his skin.

He was already throbbing in your hand, but you knew that your rhythm wasn't enough to get him off.

You licked a slow broad stripe on the underside of his member and it twitched as he let out a little breathy whine.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and started sucking gently as you stroked a hand slowly around the rest of his shaft. His skin was scorching hot but very soft under your touch.

His breathing quickened and he started panting, occasionally rasping out a curse when you spoiled the spot right on the underside of his head with the tip of your tongue.

After a bit you slowly tried to take more of him inside your mouth, sinking him more down your throat.

He involuntarily thrusted forward and you gagged around him, swallowing around his erection and making him lean his head against the wall with an unbridled moan at the feeling of your throat clenching around him.

You started bobbing your head and his grip on your hair tightened.

"Fuck, baby, just like this" he groaned leaning his head backwards and thrusting his hips moderately, just like he did while playing his beautiful guitar.

When your hand caressed his legs, from his knees to his hips and reached his groin, he shivered. Your fingertips grazed the hot skin of his balls and, as you slowly caressed them, he moaned loudly, losing his rhythm completely and thrusting his hips harshly into your mouth, making you gag.

Suddenly, with the grip he had on your hair, he yanked you up on your feet and slammed you against the wall, pinning you there and connecting your lips in a rough kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

And then he spinned the two of you so that you were pressed against the counter where the sinks were.

He kissed you again, licking diligently at your bottom lip and then spoke, breathless and disheveled.

"Let me show you how bad I've wanted you since the second I laid my eyes on you. I need to feel you" he confessed against your lips and you nodded without a second thought.

You needed him too, undeniably.

"Please, yes" you gasped and he quickly turned you towards the sink so that you were watching yourself in the mirror in front of you.

You could also see his eyes, dark and mysterious, staring at you from the reflection.

"Are you sure?" He asked firmly, keeping a burning eye contact through the mirror.

"Yes" You answered him, just as firmly, looking at his hand on your tummy and salivating over the sight of his veins there.

Without warning, he grabbed your hair and yanked your head backwards, making you lean it against his shoulder so that your eyes could meet in the mirror.

"I am not going to be gentle, doll. I am beyond the point of holding back" he whispered, hot against your ear as he grinded his erection against your ass and pressed you further against the counter

"I don't remember asking you to be" you taunted him, pressing your hips back into his.

In a second, he had a hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.

"You need it rough, don't you?" He asked, already knowing the answer, taking off your shirt and unhooking your bra.

He started playing languidly with your breasts, kneading the flesh and caressing your nipples, making you squirm against him.

You just wanted to stop thinking about work. And you knew he could help you erase every coherent thought from your mind.

You knew what you had to say to have him doing what the both of you so desperately needed.

"Please, Jake, yes." You whined and he groaned into your ear.

"Bend over, doll. Let me see how wet you still are" he growled and pressed you down against the counter, grabbing the skirt that was already half bunched up around your hips and tugging it all the way up, so that it sat around your waist.

He kicked your legs open with his foot and you saw in the mirror that his eyes focused between your legs before rolling back into his head as he let out a loud groan.

"Fucking soaked" he muttered to himself and then you felt his fingers against you. You jolted at the sudden contact but moaned when finally you could feel one of his fingers slide you and then a second.

You had focused on his fingers for the most of his performance, and you knew they were skilled, but feeling them pressed snuggly inside of you, deliciously thick and long, was something else.

Your knees buckled, thank God there were the counter and his hips keeping you up.

He started finger fucking you at a punishing rhythm, curling them repeatedly and making the sounds of your wetness echo in the room.

You couldn't keep your eyes open,but at the same time, you wanted to watch him every chance you got.

You forced your eyes open and saw him watching his fingers work carefully on your body, with a focused expression on his face, the same he wore when he played a particularly tricky riff.

When he eased a third finger in, you had to warn him.

"Jake, I am close, don't stop, please" you pleaded him and he spanked you, harshly.

"No way I am stopping. You are gonna cum on my fingers, now, and then on my cock" he told you, incredibly sure of himself. As he curled his fingers, the heel of his hand brushed against your clit and you felt yourself start to approach your finish.

He spanked you again and you came all over his fingers, moaning his name and clawing at the counter.

As you came down he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his lips around them, sucking you off them dirtily, keeping eye contact in the mirror and smirking.

You leant your head against the counter but jolted upwards when you felt his thumb against your overstimulated clit.

"Are you ready for me, doll?" He whispered into your ear after bending on top of you.

You nodded fervently, begging him to just fill you up. You watched in the mirror as he fished a condom from his back pocket and slowly slid it on himself, groaning at the contact with his own hand.

Then you whined as he guided his tip to slide slowly along your slit a few times.

You were about to beg him again when he pushed into you, harshly, making you scream his name.

"Jake!" You moaned and clenched around him making him groan

He kept still inside of you, letting you adjust to him and praising you to make you relax further.

"You are perfect, sweet dove, all pink, warm and wet for my cock" he cooed, tracing his fingers up your spine and making you clench around his member.

"Please Jake" you whimpered and he chuckled, gripped your hips and before moving, he spoke right into your ear, snaking a hand around your throat.

"Keep your eyes peeled on me, or you are getting nothing, sweet girl, understood?" He threatened, pulling your hair to lift your head so you could meet his eyes in the mirror.

You nodded but his grip on your throat tightened.

You knew what he wanted. You quickly corrected yourself.

"Understood. Please, Jake" you answered, voice trembling with anticipation and eyes connected with his.

You saw him reach into his front pocket and grab something little, flat and black.

A guitar pick.

"Let me see how much of a good girl you are. Keep this into this pretty little mouth of yours until we both cum and you will get rewarded" he rasped out, pushing the same pick he held between his lips during the show into your mouth.

He winked into the mirror as one of his hands grasped your hip and the other still held your hair.

The first thrust stole your breath away and you knew you were going to crumble so quickly.

With every deep thrust, a breathy moan left your lips and you fought to keep your eyes open.

He fucked you meticulously, his rhythm, deep, hard and fast, never faltered and every time he sensed you were going to close your eyes, he tugged at your hair to remind you what you had to do.

His hips kept your pinned to the counter as he fucked into you harder and harder.

The more you focused on him, the closer you got to your climax.

He was stunning. His hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead and neck, the necklaces he wore kept hitting his chest with his every move and a little rivulet of sweat shone from the hollow of his throat down to his navel.

Panting breaths left his parted lips in quick puffs.

Suddenly, he let go of your throat and spanked you, chuckling at the way you screamed his name, but groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him.

He winked at you in the mirror and angled his hips differently so that could hit the spot that made your eyes roll back.

He knew you were close, so he sucked his thumb into his mouth and then started stroking your clit with it.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm coming" you whimpered and he quickened his rhythm to bring you there.

You came harshly and quickly, clamping around him with an iron grip.

A loud curse left your lips and he chuckled.

He felt proud because of how quickly he had made you crumble. You saw it in the pleased smug smile that spread on his astonishing face as you pulsed and dripped around him.

His rhythm slowed down to help you come down, but quickened again when he felt you relax again around him.

You were watching him carefully, enraptured by his otherworldly beauty.

The noises of slapping skin echoed into the small room, together with your whimpers and his groans.

He let go of your hair and placed a hand wide on your lower back, pressing you down more on the counter and his rhythm started to falter.

His thumb reached your clit one more time and you winced, biting on the thin plastic you had in your mouth.

You knew he wasn't going to stop until you had come one more time before him.

But you also knew he was close by the little breathy moans that started leaving his lips.

He tugged harshly on your hair, making you brutally arch your back, as he kept pounding into you.

He smiled proudly, leaning his head backwards and keeping his thrusting deep and hard as you came one more time, breathlessly moaning his name.

But his smile soon turned into a grimace as he neared his peak, his brows furrowed and bottom lip tucked underneath his upper teeth, mirroring the exact concentrated expression he wore when his songs approached the tipping point.

He came with a choked curse and as he rode out his orgasm, his lips parted, letting a melodic drawn-out moan bounce on the walls.

Completely spent, he bent down on your body, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck where you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

He kept moving for a bit and then stilled, panting heavily and making you shiver.

He stayed like that for a bit and you allowed your body to fully relax, reveling in the feeling of his weight on top of you.

You could feel his heart pounding wildly into his chest from where he was pressed flush against you and you knew that yours was following the same exact rhythm.

He pulled out slowly and you grimaced, hissing lowly.

His hands gripped your hips and brought you up, his mouth hot on your neck as he roamed the front of your body once again, groping your breasts and twisting your nipples like he was ready to start it all over again.

"Open your mouth, pretty girl" he whispered into your ear, watching you closely in the mirror, all sweaty and disheveled.

You did as he asked you. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, showing him his guitar pick safe on the flat of your tongue, like a good girl.

He spun you around and crashed his lips against yours, stealing the pick from your mouth. He took it out and placed it back into his pocket with a wink.

Then he threw away the condom and sat you on the counter.

Your confused expression made him chuckle as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Holy shit, he is insatiable, you thought.

"I can't let you go away without a last taste of your pretty cunt. Can I?" He eagerly asked you, his beautiful eyes looking up at you from below gave you a faux sense of control over him.

You gripped his hair and as soon as you nodded, he delved in.

His tongue was unforgiving. He kept his hands on the back of your thighs as he ate you out expertedly and without reprise.

He sucked on your clit and held your legs forced open when they threatened to close around his head.

Then his tongue dipped lower and you shivered, moaning out his name, like it was your favourite word.

His nose kept bumping into your clit as his tongue fucked you quickly.

You sank both your hands deeper into his hair and pulled harshly, as he made you come quickly.

He kept going until he had swallowed even the last drop of you. Then he stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and licked a broad stripe there, like you were his favourite dessert and he couldn't fathom wasting a single crumb.

He helped you off the counter and kept you upright when your legs gave out under you, with a beautiful smile that reached his brown irises. Then he started to fix himself.

You almost lost your balance again when you tried to straighten your skirt but he was quick to catch you.

You groaned, your entire body felt stiff.

"Are you ok, love?" He asked as he buttoned his pants.

You nodded and he smiled, fixing your hair and your shirt with gentle fingers.

You did the same to him, carefully untangling the necklaces that adorned his chest that were extremely knotted.

"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" He asked sweetly, grazing one of the purple marks he had left on your neck with gentle fingers.

You shook your head and you both started chuckling.

Once you were ready, he offered you his hand and started to walk towards the exit.

You stopped him, though.

He still had to give you back your panties.

"Please, can I have my p-" you started to say but you were quickly interrupted by a loud bang on the door.

You knew he understood what you wanted but he deliberately decided to ignore you.

He unlocked the door and tugged you with him through the many people that stood in line that whistled at the sight of the two of you fleeting that bathroom.

You found yourself backstage with him, surrounded by guitars, amps, cables and many other cases.

He handed you a water bottle and disappeared for a second.

He came back with keys in hand and asked you if he could give you a lift home.

You told him it was a quick walk to your flat but he insisted on bringing you home himself.

You relented and he smiled, taking your hand in his and guiding you outside from the back entrance of the building.

You two walked hand in hand until you reached the parking lot.

He guided you towards a car that you recognised being a vintage deep burgundy Ford Mustang.

It was beautiful and sexy, it suited him incredibly well.

He opened the passenger door for you, like a gentleman and it was impossible for you to not think about the fact that he was the same man that had fucked you like a dirty whore into that bathroom not even twenty minutes ago.

You slid into the car and he sat behind the steering wheel, quickly bringing the engine to life with a loud rumble.

He exited the parking lot and you told him to turn left.

Soon, you were in front of your apartment. You turned towards him and thanked him.

Your eyes drifted again to his lips and you couldn't stop yourself. You kissed him and he gripped your waist.

He tugged your body until you were straddling him and panting into his mouth.

Then he parted from you and put something in his mouth.

He was extremely sexy. Dark, brooding, mysterious.

Dangerous.

And his face had something, a familiarity that was plaguing your mind the more you observed him.

But you couldn't pinpoint what it was, and it was driving you crazy.

The orange lights lining the street were casting a deep golden glow on his face and his chiseled features were highlighted by the deep shadows provided by the moonless night.

He was astonishingly beautiful.

He stopped your rambling when he kissed you again, and you felt something hard and pointy touch your tongue.

You broke the kiss and found his guitar pick once again between your lips.

"Keep it, you've earned it, baby" he whispered onto your lips and you both chuckled.

"I want you to watch it closely and think about me, ok?" He whispered and you nodded, sitting back on your seat and opening the door.

His eyes never left yours.

Before you could leave, he grasped your wrist and spoke.

"I had a great time with you, love. Remember, you know where to find me if you ever need me. I always play there on Wednesday nights" he winked and let you go.

"Goodnight" you said in unison.

His stare locked with yours for a few seconds more. Then, when you were safe inside the hall of your apartment complex, he drove away, making the engine of his car rumble loudly into the clear silent night, gifting you one last heartstopping smile.

When you entered your apartment, you leant against the door and let out a little chuckle as images of that incredible night flashed behind your eyelids.

You grabbed the guitar pick from your purse and gasped.

In the dark, you hadn't noticed a detail that now with the lights of your apartment could be discovered.

On one of the faces of the thin plastic there was a phone number. It had probably been written in pen, the carved numbers small but visible.

You smiled, leaving the pick on the table and sent him a quick goodnight text.

You kept thinking about him as you went into the bathroom, undressed and showered.

The tiredness of the day was making itself known and you just wanted to climb into bed and sleep for a week.

As you dried yourself, you noticed that your body was littered with bruises and marks, that the next day would become even more prominent.

You grazed your fingers on the marks on your hips, from where he had kept you flush against the counter with his body as he pounded into you at an unforgiving pace and you almost moaned again.

At that moment, your phone buzzed on the counter and you wondered who it was.

When you read the name, you felt your heart sink in your chest.

Josh:

Hi darling, I hope you had a great day. I had, I thought about you a lot. I'm still doing that now, btw :)

Goodnight baby. xx

Josh.

You felt like the worst person on Earth.

You felt utterly and unmistakably bad for your behaviour. You didn't deserve him.

You hated yourself for what you had done.

As you held your phone in your hand, you got another text.

Jake:

Goodnight love.

Can't wait to see you again.

And until that moment comes, I'll think about you ruining these pretty panties just for me. I can still smell you on them.

Sweet dreams, doll.

Jake

He sent you a picture.

Your panties bunched up between his hand and his crotch.

The flash illuminated the black leather of his pants and the unmistakable erection he was sporting underneath.

Your heartbeat turned erratic.

You were in deep, deep trouble.

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Praise

This is dedicated to the fantastic, incomparable @gretavanlace 

3 things: I am very very bad at using Tumblr on desktop, you will have to forgive me for the kinks until I get this figured out. 2. THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD. I told Lace it would be out tonight and I’m trying to make good on my promise. 3. I have like 7 other things up my sleeves with the other boys so please please please let me know if you enjoy this. Ok, I love ya, enjoy!

Warnings: SMIUT (18+, minors DNI), unprotected sex, (wrap it before you tap it), nipple play (very briefly) cunninlingus. (I feel I'm missing a few things cause I forgot what wrote already, but it’s dirty, so mind ya eyes)

“All I’m saying is if you throw her over your shoulder and take her upstairs, she’ll do whatever you want her to do,” Sam grabs the beer to tip it up to his mouth as Danny grabs it to put it back down.

“Think you’ve had enough, kid.”

Sam immediately turns to you and Jake to pout, “Jake, tell him give it back.” Jake chuckles lowly at his little brother, slurring his words and pitching a fit like a 2 year old.

“No, no, little brother, I think Danny may have a point.” Jake grabs the glass from in front of him and pushes it towards you, just far enough out of Sam’s reach.

Sam slumps his shoulders and leans back into the booth. Danny turns to him and chuckles slightly, “We have to go anyways, dumbass over here broke one of the brand new bass amps and his punishment tomorrow is getting up bright and early to fix it.” Sam tries to protest, saying he’s fine and can go another round or two, but the alcohol has settled quickly, his eyes drooping as he hiccups.

Danny rolls his eyes as he settles back on you and Jake, “You need to start paying me to take care of him or I’ll make Josh do it from now on.”

Jake groans, “no, I’ll cough up the money as long as I don’t have to hear Josh bitch and moan about how San cockblocks him constantly.”

“I am not a cockblock,” Sam mumbles out, half asleep and somehow still coherent. Jake and Danny laugh out loud, knowing all too well that this was untrue. They’ve all fallen victim to Sam’s drunk antics more than enough times to know cockblocking was one of the things Sam truly excelled at.

Danny grabs the younger boy by the arm, pulling him out of the booth and hoisting him up on his shoulder, “We’ll see you in the morning, Jake. Take care, love.”

You and Jake had not been dating long, meeting at the end of the Dreams in Gold tour when he was running out of a small guitar shop, knocking straight into you and spilling your coffee. Ever the gentleman he was, he immediately took you to the nearest store to buy you another outfit and another coffee on which he wrote down his phone number on the brown coffee sleeve.

Coming to Nashville had been a surreal experience for you, never one to just take a three week vacation from your job to travel, especially for any kind of partner and especially not one that you’ve only been seeing for a couple of months. But Jake was adamant, he wanted you to meet Danny and his brothers before they dove straight back into touring.

“I’m gonna close out the tab, little love.” he pecks your nose as he climbs out of the booth. You smile fondly at him as you grab your purse and phone, waiting for him to return from the crowded bar. When he comes back, he holds out his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Piling out onto the streets of Nashville, he holds your hand thumb rubbing over yours every so often. His hands calloused and warm from playing the guitar, sets a fire alight inside your belly. It’s not that you didn’t wanna have sex. You definitely did, it’s really that you never had time. Jake immediately got off tour and started promoting another album, being thrust into the world of his job and you, well, you were not going to push it.

“Baby doll, what are you thinking about?’ He squeezes your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it.

“Me? Oh, nothing important. Just admiring the chaos of the city.” He smiles warmly at you, “I ordered the Uber down a couple of blocks, it’s just easier for them to be on the outskirts of downtown.” You hum and nestle into his side as you walk peacefully down the sidewalk, your moment of peace amongst all the hustle and bustle in a busy Nashville.

When you get into the Uber, you sit peacefully for 30 seconds, looking to Jake. “What’s up, my little love?” You don’t respond, choosing instead to kiss him. Jake groans into the kiss, quietly, as he tries not to alert the Uber driver, “we’re five miles away from the apartment, baby doll, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who said I can’t finish?” You can’t see him, but you know without a doubt, his eyes have darkened and you notice a slight twitch in his jaw as it clenches. “My pretty little love…who’d have known you were such a bad girl?” His hands smooth up your thigh, slipping under the dress you put on for him and him alone. The Uber jolts to a stop and he slips the driver a $100 bill, mostly for an extra tip and partly as a thank you for not saying anything to the two of you for being sort of disrespectful. The walk to the elevator feels excruciatingly long. His hand rests on your back as he pushes you into the elevator, attacking you with lips on your neck and rutting his cock against your thigh. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight, right? Gonna let me spoil you rotten?”

Your eyes roll back at his words, moaning out softly as he nibbles at your neck.

“My pretty girl…like a little praise, don’t ya?” You nod, panting. It feels a little overwhelming. He smells like whiskey and tobacco and that teakwood smell that you’ve come to know and love. “Jake,” you whimper out as his fingers come up to rub your clit over your panties. “I know, baby doll, I’ve got you. Don’t be loud in the hallway, princess.” He demands as he lets you go as the elevator doors open.

Your legs feel like jelly as you walk slowly out of the elevator, making your way down the hall to his apartment, a place you’ve been to hundreds of times before, but never like this, never for this moment. He comes up behind you, pressing himself into you as he unlocks the door and throws it open. “In,” he growls in your ear, your eyes widening, not in fear, but in excitement. He closes the door and sets his keys down, “go get on the bed, I’ll be right there, little love.” His voice is soft and calm. You journey back to his bedroom, his guitar propped up next to his nightstand, the lamp in the corner lighting up the room softly. You make a bold move and strip, leaving yourself in the panties and bra you bought for him, red like the color of his beloved Les Paul, wanting his thoughts on stage to be of you every night. As you lay down on the bed, you feel your nipples harden in your bra, suddenly feeling uncomfortable on your skin, squirming.

“Love…” you hear a whisper from the doorway, “what?”

You look to him, beautifully sculpted, his soft tummy, his beautiful thighs, his cock straining against the tight gray boxers.

“What are you so worked up for?” He comes over and hovers over you, making you feel small and protected, you giggle nervously. He shines a big smile at you. “Come on then, let’s have them off,” shaking you off any nerves by showing out with his British accent.

He runs his hand down your chest and grazes over one of the nipples as he pops the fastener on your bra, letting you take it off slowly, revealing your breasts to him. He groans out, “holy shit, baby doll, had I known they were fucking perfect, I would’ve done this a long time ago.” He dives his head down and laps at one of the nipples making you gasp out, lightly sucking and nibbling at it, your hips bucking up to chase any kind of friction as he plays with your nipples.

He moves slowly down your body, licking, sucking, being tortuous, “Jake…’

“Doll…” He speaks back, low as he removes your panties, “Jesus fucking Christ.” He licks at your slit, moving up to catch your clit on his tongue.

“Oh fuck, Jake.” You reach down to grab his hair, pulling slightly, pushing his face into your cunt more and more as he violently sucks and licks. He moves a hand up to push a finger into your soaked pussy, moaning lowly, causing vibrations on your clit.

You groan out, throwing your head back, as you close your eyes. He pushes another finger in, curling them to meet your spot, as he thrusts downward into the mattress to gain some friction on his cock.

“Jakey, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper out, making eye contact with him as he eats you out like it’s his last meal.

“Come on, little love, give it to me.”

The string in your belly pops, as your pussy tightens around his fingers and your arch your back, he swings his arm over your hips and keeps you still as you ride the wave. As you come down, you move up to grab at his cock.

“No!” he pushes you down, not harshly but enough to put you back into the mattress quickly. “I know, I know you want to, but you can’t, I��m so fucking hard it hurts and I’ll cum right in your mouth and I want that sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock more than anything right now.” He presses his forehead to yours as he guides you to push his boxers down, you can’t resist though, you grab him, hard and throbbing in your hand and stroke slowly. His eyebrows furrow as he pushes out a harsh breath against your lips, “what did I tell my sweet girl?” His body doesn’t seem to be as mad at you though, as he ruts his cock into your palm. You stop his hips and guide him down to your entrance. He slips his cock through your slit a couple of times, hitting your clit with his cock, making you jump at the overstimulation. He pushes his cock into you, slowly, making sure you’re ok with every move. “Please, oh God, Jake, please move!” He moves slowly, cock making wet loud noises as he moves almost all the way back out and slams into you. “God, your pussy is so nice and wet, shit, you’re gonna fucking kill me.” He thrusts steadily into you, making small little whimpers as his cock slides into you, your breaths coming out in small little huffs. “Not gonna last, I’m afraid, pretty doll.”

His eyes roll back as he drops his head into your shoulder, slamming harder into you, “yeah, you’re such a good little girl taking my cock like this, aren’t you? It’s like your pussy was made for me.” His hand moves up to your throat, tightening as you gasp out, his face coming out of your neck to speak, whispers ghost over your lips. “So wet and tight, poor girl getting just wrecked on my cock.”

You squeeze around his cock, “Jake, please. I want it so bad, want you to cum.”

“Yeah, and where does my little love want me to cum? Maybe on her belly, her ass, maybe inside this sweet little pussy?”

You groan out, “yes Jake, yes, please oh God put it inside me!”

“Perfect little slut wants me to cum inside her? Good girl, my perfect little love,” he drops two fingers down to your clit, “cum on my cock as I cum in you, milk my cock for everything it’s got, pretty baby.”

You close your eyes as your orgasm hits you, hard and fast, stars exploding behind your eyes as Jake groans loudly in your ear, cumming inside you.

He pulls out of you, slowly, watching you whimper, “I know, I’m sorry, don’t move,” he kisses your cheek.

He returns with a damp towel as he cleans you off and then wipes himself off as he climbs into bed, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“That was good, right? You don’t have any complaints?” You shift in his arms, facing him.

“Complaints? You mean to tell me that people have complained about Jake Kiszka, rockstar god, fucking them?”

He rolls his head away from you and laughs, “no, not really but I didn’t really wanna start now.”

“There’s that ego I fell in love with. You’re perfect, Jake. I love you.”

“I love you. Good night, my little love.”

[syddsatyrn]

☆Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

☆Warnings: Fluff, sexual themes, Eddie takes nudes for the reader, smoking, Characters are all 18+

Minors DNI, scram!

☆Words: 1.8k

☆Summary: Eddie doesn't have a lot of money, but he’s determined to get you a Christmas present. He gets creative with a polaroid camera and comes up with a more "personalized" gift. (You're gonna want to scroll to the bottom lol, trust me)

☆Notes: This fic is apart of a holiday prompt challenge @hellfiremunsonn and I are doing for our Christmas event. You can find that post Here. We will be doing holiday prompts and request all month long so come join us!

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Eddie might not be the smartest, the strongest or the most well behaved person on this planet. But one trait he did possess was determination. Eddie had been saving up, selling extra weed, pinching every penny from his shows. But he just still didn't quite have enough to pay for all the things he wanted to get you. You deserve only the very best after all. It's the middle of December, he doesn't have very much time left to curate the perfect Christmas gift. Okay, maybe he did procrastinate a little. 

Eddie sits crisscross on his bed, sorting coins and loose paper bills. When he realizes he only has about 55 dollars, he sighs. Maybe Uncle Wayne was right about getting a real job. That wasn't going to stop him though. This is actually a rather important Christmas. In January, your parents want to take you to Italy as a graduation gift. Now, don’t get it wrong, he was happy for you . But he's never been away from you for this long and it worries him.

What if she meets some hot Italian guy with money and class? You come from a pretty wealthy family, it’s never been a problem before, but Eddie can help but feel a little inadequate in comparison to what he imagines you should go for. He taps his chin, trying to turn the wheels in his brain. “C’mon, Eddie, think…”

Eddie’s mind wandered for a bit but his eyes suddenly focused on your polaroid camera hanging off his bedroom door handle. You had left it here and Almost immediately the thought popped into his head. He gets up and grabs the camera strap, trying to remember how this thing works. He inspects it carefully, noticing the timer on the lens barrel, “Seems easy enough…”

Eddie has never done this before for girls he’s dated in the past. He’s thought about it, but he didn't feel like he could be spontaneous or confident enough. Eddie trusts you far more than you know, and wants to show you that he does. He feels completely safe with you and knows you love him no matter what.

He places the camera on top of his amp and removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere. He sets the timer and sits on his bed, leaning forward, elbow on his knees, and an evil look in his eye. His long brown curls cascade around his face. The camera flashes and makes a whirring noise then the polaroid slowly prints. Eddie takes it between his fingers and shakes it gently. After some waiting, the picture was clear enough to see.

He was initially rather surprised it came out looking exactly how he wanted. With heightened confidence, he grabs the camera and hops onto the bed. Eddie leaned against the wall and angled the camera low. Another flash and another polaroid but this one featured his waistline in a pair of low hanging sweatpants. Examining his work, he’s kind of proud of himself, they actually look really good.

Eddie grabs an envelope from his desk and places the photos inside for safe keeping. He pulls a cigarette from the pack near his bedside table and lights it. He takes a second to think, staring at the camera on his bed, maybe he should take a couple more?

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Loud chimes from the alarm clock fill the room, shaking Eddie from his sleep. He scrambled to hit the button on the top to silence it. He lets out a weary sigh and pulls a cigarette from the pack on his nightstand. He lights it and saunters over to his bedroom window, it has stopped snowing, but a blanket of white coated the trailer park and it didn't look like it was going away anytime soon.

It's Christmas day, he's been looking forward to giving you this gift for over a week now and the suspense is killing him. Eddie opens his bedroom door, figuring now is a good time to make coffee. But to his surprise, sitting in his doorway is a red paper bag with a note attached to it.

“Nephew, I know we agreed not to get presents this year but I couldn't pass this up. I went to town to help some folks get their cars unstuck. Be back before dinner.”

Merry Christmas, Ed

- Uncle Wayne

He peers into the bag and pulls out a pair of chunky black boots. Great timing considering he has to leave the house in this weather. Uncle Wayne really came through today. He makes a mental note to thank him later tonight. Eddie proceeds with his normal routine, a cup of coffee with a joint and then he gets dressed. He layers up with a long sleeve shirt under a black hoodie. Eddie added a red flannel on top of that, then his leather jacket. The boots Wayne gifted him are extremely comfortable. His other pair are completely tattered and the tread is worn down to nothing.

Eddie grabs a large dark blue bag out of his closet. He goes over his mental check-list before heading out the door. Keys, wallet, smokes, lighter, present. When he opened the door a rush of cold air cut through him like a knife. He shuts the door and locks it behind, the snow crunches under his feet as he makes his way down the front steps and to his van. She started right up and Eddie breathed a sigh of relief.

You didn't live far from him, about a 15 minute drive. The roads had been plowed so the operation doesn't seem so treacherous. Eddie popped an Iron maiden tape into his vans cassette player, music always helps him concentrate. He parks down the road a little and trudges his way through the snow and up your driveway, gift in hand.

He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell to your family home. He could hear all sorts of clamor behind the door. Children laughing and playing, conversations, and classical music meld together. Then you open the door, a bright smile on your face, the same smile that melts Eddie’s cold heart every time.

“Hey! Merry Christmas!” You say as you throw your arms around his neck. Eddie uses his free arm to pull you closer, you look down at the black paper bag then meet his gaze. “What do you have here, handsome?” Your voice is smooth and sweet, it sends a chill up his spine.

“Just a little something for the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He peppers your face with kisses and you pull him inside by the collar of his jacket. Immediately after that, your mom walks around the corner and visibly gets excited.

“Eddie! I’m so glad you made it! Are you hungry?” She asks, always offering him food every time he visits.

“Yes ma’am, of course I am. It’s always nice to see you again.”

“Oh you too, sugar.” She notices the bag, “Awe! How sweet! Did you bring that for y/n?”

“Should I open it now?” You laugh at your mom’s usually nosy antics.

“No! No…uhh it's very personal.” Eddie falters, attempting to save face.

“Okay, whatever you say. We can go to my room.” You giggle at how worked up he is, the curiosity is killing you, what could be so “personal” in this mystery bag. You take Eddie's hand and lead him upstairs, once you pass the threshold of your bedroom, Eddie shuts the door behind him.

“Oooo so secretive.” You giggle and Eddie smiles, his eyes however tell you that he's a little nervous. Eddie hands you the bag and you sit on the bed. The first thing you pull out is an envelope, but Eddie tells you to open that last. The second thing you grab is a hoodie, you unfold it and immediately recognize the texture. It’s the Metallica hoodie you steal from him every time you come over.

“It's yours now.” He says with that signature smirk you still can't get enough of.

“Eddie I–”

“Nope. I will not be taking any criticism at this time.” He retorts and crosses his arms. Next, you pull out a small, rectangular black box with a red ribbon. You open it and gasp softly and stare in awe at the beautiful stainless steel chain with a small heart shaped lock pendant.

“Oh my god, Eddie, this is so pretty. ” You turn your back to him and motion for Eddie to help you put it on.

“Only the best for my girl.” He says proudly, grabbing both ends of the chain and clasping them together. You push all your hair to the side and reposition the pendant. You look at him for approval but all he can do is smile. His nervous thoughts about not being able to spend more on you faded the more he saw how much you love it. “Okay, okay. Now you can open the envelope.”

“Saving the best for last?” You tease as you carefully tear open the front of the envelope.

“Maybe.” Eddie can't stop smiling, but there is a slight red tint spreading across his face as he watches you open it.

Upon looking inside, you see a piece of paper, most likely another one of his hand written love letters you adore so much. But there are about 5 polaroids in there. You take them out and carefully examine the first one, you can feel your face growing warm. You flip through each one very quickly and immediately hide your face in your sweater sleeves.

“EDDIE! Oh my god!” You’re absolutely shocked. This was definitely a surprise to you. Your face felt like it was on fire. Why does he have to be so hot at unexpectedly, Eddie always seems to keep you on your toes.

He starts cackling and saunters over to you and cups your cheek. “I didn't want you to forget what you’re leaving behind when you visit Italy.”

“A very good reminder indeed.” You giggle and lace your fingers with his other hand, “I couldn't forget you even if I tried.” Eddie presses his lips to yours, starting off slowly, you hook your index finger around the collar of his hoodie and pull him just a little closer. Eddie carefully crawls on top of you while his lips travel across your jaw, pinning you to the bed.

“Do you wanna know what I got you for Christmas?” You coo in his ear as you card your fingers through his long brown locks and tuck some of his hair behind his ear.

“Hmm..?"

“ I can't tell you because it's personal.” You mock his earlier statement and he chuckles under his breath followed by a huff.

“But I could show you.”

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“I wanted to do something different, make it so you can’t get me out of your head, you know? These are FOR YOU only. Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Enjoy your Vacation, you deserve it.”

-Love,

Eddie ♥️

Disclaimer: (Not my photo, I shopped this with photos from Pinterest)

[thesims4blogger]

“Urban Homage” and “Party Essentials” Kits Announced

After a small leak yesterday, The Sims 4 officially announced its next two kits: Urban Homage and Party Essentials.

The first one comes in collaboration with @Ebonix, and is said to bring inspiration on 90s and 2000s fashion from London, UK. The other one, as its name suggests, focuses on party decoration, including a disco ball and a fog machine.

Both kits are coming out next Thursday, April 18th, so we can expect a patch on the 16th. Read the full blog announcement below.

On Point Looks and New Party Vibes

The Sims 4 Urban Homage and Party Essentials Kits Are Coming to The Sims 4

The party is just getting started! Step onto the scene in the trendiest threads and set the stage for unforgettable celebrations this season in The Sims 4.

With The Sims 4 Urban Homage and Party Essentials Kits, players can style their Sims in Simmer and gaming content creator, Ebonix’s favorite London city-inspired fashion and deck out party venues with festive decor for electrifying celebrations that will get Sims buzzing.

90s Vibes and Vibrant Motifs

Dress to impress with The Sims 4 Urban Homage Kit, created in collaboration with multi-award-winning gaming content creator and DE&I advocate, Danielle “Ebonix” Udogaranya.

Turn heads and make your Sim stand out as the ultimate virtual style icon with looks that offer a fresh take on nostalgic London city-inspired 90s and Noughties (a UK expression for the years between 2000 to 2009) fashion trends, with lively patterns, vibrant graffiti motifs and eye-catching accessories. These modern looks are bold and unapologetic, inspired by a time and place near and dear to Ebonix.

With striking ensembles and statement pieces such as iconic overalls, butterfly tops, eye-catching layered jewelry and glamorous new nails, Sims can confidently strut in style and express their individuality in more ways than ever before. Advertisement

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The Sims 4 Urban Homage and Party Essentials Kits will be available on April 18, 2024 on PC via EA app™, Mac® via Origin, Epic Games Store and Steam®, PlayStation®5, PlayStation®4, Xbox Series X|S and Xbox One systems.

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[offbrandkyoya]

45 angel from heaven

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Luck is on your side since that photo has been taken down. You’ve heard a few people talk about it but when asked for proof, there’s no proof to show. You let out a sigh of relief and laid your head down on your desk. You took out your phone and played around on it.

You frowned, staring at Scaramouche’s contact. Your conversation felt short and sweet but you still wanted to talk to him. You love him so much it’s crazy. Though, you didn’t know what to say. You sat up, opened your notebook, and started to sketch your boyfriend. That reminds you that you have that art contest to work on. The lecture started and everyone takes out their laptops, including you. Though, you worked on your project instead of paying attention.

You know what you want to do but you still searched for some inspiration. Something that can help amp your vision. You went back to your sketchbook once more and began a rough draft. The draft is due in a few days but you wanted to submit early since you probably won’t have time to paint. Painting takes a while, for you at least. You want this to be perfect.

The lesson ends and everyone goes to leave. You stare at your draft and smile proudly. It’s messy but you can see what you were thinking. You put your stuff away and pop in your earbuds. You begin to head out and go to the cafe since it’s break. However, you feel someone tap your shoulder, causing you to stop. You turn around and was surprised to see Thoma. You put away your earbuds and had your full attention on him.

“Thoma, hi! Whats up?” He smiled, “I called for you but it seems you didn’t hear me.” You scratched your head. “Sorry.” “It’s okay. I was wondering if you wanted to eat together?” You blink, surprised. “Me?” He nodded. “Just you and me. You seem cool so I want to get to know you.” You blushed at that then nodded. “Sounds good.”

You guys make your way to the lunch hall and ordered what you wanted. “I’ll pay.” Thoma says and you shake your head. “N-No, I’ll do it.” He laughs, “It’s fine, seriously.” You let out a sigh and let him pay for the meal. You guys sit down somewhere at the back. You never ate at the lunch hall since you didn’t have many friends. Thoma seems nice so you hoped you guys can be friends. The guys always encouraged you to make some outside the friend group. They worry that when they’re somewhere, you’d be all alone. You tell them that’s nonsense.

“If it’s okay to ask, why can’t you tell people your actual boyfriend?” Thoma speaks up. You froze and looked down warily. This caused him to panic. “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! Forget what I said!” You wave your hands and look at him. “N-No, it’s alright.” You cleared your throat. “Well, it’s cause he’s pretty famous.” Your cheeks turn red at how crazy you sound.

“P-Please don’t tell anyone this but the guy I’m dating is Scaramouche…” You whispered and awaited a crazy gasp or scream. Instead, Thoma didn’t have a wild reaction. He stares at you for a while before tilting his head with an apologetic smile. “Sorry but I don’t know who that is.” Your eyes widen. “Wait, for real?” He nods. “He’s from 5WIRL. You know, the new member?” Thoma shook his head. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Huh.” You crossed your arms. “Do you at least know who 5WIRL are?” He shook his head again. “Damn.” You took out your phone and showed him a picture of scaramouche. “Him.” Thoma squinted, trying to think but nothing. “Sorry, I don’t know.” You’re shocked by this. Putting your phone away, you lean towards him, trying not to get your clothes dirty. “Wow, I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t know 5WIRL.” He blushed, feeling embarrassed.

“I know. I’m pretty much living under a rock. I dont even use my social media that much.” You gasped. “Holy shit!” Thoma’s face turned red causing you to giggle. “It’s okay, Thoma. You just made things easier for me.” “I did?” You nod, “Dont worry. Hopefully you don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend for a long time.” He chuckled. “Right.”

You continued to eat until Thoma asked, “Can I see him again?” You perked up. “Hm?” “Ah, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “No, it’s okay.” You take out your phone again and showed him Scaramouche once more. He stared at him longer than before. “His face,” He starts. “It’s familiar.” You look at Scaramouche. “Does it?” He nods. “Yeah. For some reason, he reminds me of someone.” He sighs, “Unfortunately, I don’t remember who.” “Huh.”

It was your turn to stare. ‘I wonder who he’s talking about.’ Scaramouche has a slight feminine feature but it’s hardly noticeable at first. Then, you thought about the conversation you guys had on your last date. His mom was a singer. Perhaps that’s who Thoma is thinking about. You shake your head. ‘That’s dumb. Maybe it’s someone else.’

You put your phone away again. “Do you at least know who DCKZ are?” Thoma froze. “DCKZ?” “Yeah, they’re like really popular now.” Thoma shifted in his seat. “Oh, really?” “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy since 5WIRL were the popular ones before.” “I-I never knew that.” Thoma’s voice cracked and you noticed his face turn red. “Thoma, are you okay?” You asked, worryingly. “I’m fine. Sorry, you can continue.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” You were hesitant but obliged, “I’m not really close to them but Scaramouche is friends with them.” “Oh wow.” Thoma relaxed a little.

“Yeah but that’s cause he’s friends with Childe.” You laughed to yourself. “Actually, Childe was the one who sent me your picture. I wonder why he had you.” Thoma drank his water as he laughed nervously, “I wonder too…” You didn’t want to be nosy. Childe told you it was private and that made you curious. You sigh, resisting the urge to ask. You notice people getting up and realized it’s time to go. “I’ll see you later then Thoma.” You said with a smile.

Thoma smiled too. “See you, Yn.” You guys were about to head in different directions but someone interfered, “Shouldn’t you guys be walking to class together?” You two stopped dead in your tracks and looked at each other in a panic. “Uh, Thoma and I have different classes.” “Still.” They started to hover around you. “At least do a goodbye kiss!” Thoma spoke up, “I’m not comfortable with public affection.”

They started questioning you both and it was getting on your nerves. You have to stand up for yourself. Suddenly, you placed your hands on your hips, saying, “If you guys aren’t convinced then that’s not our problem. I don’t know what you guys want us to do. If we say we’re a couple then we are! Our relationship is not some drama show you guys can watch!” You took a step forward and that made the rest take a step back. “Thoma is clearly uncomfortable with certain things and I don’t mind it. What matters is that we’re in love so go leech on another couple instead of us!”

You grabbed Thomas arm and pushed yourselves into the crowd to leave. You ignored the looks and whispers. You were just proud that you finally stood up for yourself from those dorks. Once at a good distance, you let go, and bowed in front of Thoma. “I’m so sorry about that.” “N-No, it’s okay! Please don’t blame yourself.” He forces you to face him. “Thank you for getting us out of there.” You laughed, “Hey, I couldn’t take them any longer.”

You smiled at each other. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to kiss you.” You say but then covered your mouth. “Not that I don’t think you’re a bad kisser! It’s because i have a boyfriend and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea plus it’s wrong to do either way and-“ He bursts out laughing causing you to shut up.

“It’s okay, I understand.” Thoma pats your shoulder. “A kiss should be reserved for your one true love” You blushed. “Thanks. Talking about this is making nervous.” He tilts his head, “How come? Kissing him makes you anxious still?” You shake your head as you turn fifty shades redder. “N-No, it’s because…” You began to whisper, “We haven’t had our first kiss yet…” Its Thoma turn to become red in the face. “Oh!”

You covered your face in embarrassment. “I know! I mean, it makes sense because we just started dating and stuff but imagining it makes my heart explode!” You cling onto Thomas arm. “THOMA WHAT IF IM A BAD KISSER?!” He panics, “I’m sure you’re not!” You let go and slap yourself causing Thoma to jump. “Yn!” “If it turns out he hates it then I’ll give up on everything.” “PLEASE DONT SAY THAT!”

You face him with curiosity, “Actually, Thoma, have you ever had your first kiss?” Thoma freezes up and you notice his whole body turn red. You gasp, “You have?! With who?!” He stutters, “U-Um, with a friend.” “Omg!” He nods and covers his face. “Please, let’s not talk about it.” You smile pitifully. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He slowly uncovers his face. “It’s fine. It was so long ago. I didn’t even remember it till now.” You hummed. “Are you guys still friends?”

Thoma frowned and you decided to stop there. “Sorry.” He smiles warmly. “It’s alright. You didn’t mean any harm.” You smiled too. “You know, Thoma, you’re a really good person. I’m sure you’ll find someone.” He chuckled. “Thank you, yn.” You then pat his arm. “It’s their loss they had to miss out on a hunk like you.” Thoma turns red. “P-Please. I’m not that good looking.” “Uh, yes, you are. You’re the embodiment of a perfect man.” He turned his back to you. “Enough, I think I’m on fire.” You laugh. “I’m sorry!”

You pat his back, “Now I have to go. See you later, Thoma.” He faces you with a smile. “See you, Yn.” As you headed to class, you were happy that you finally made a friend.

- i 🩷 thoma

- such a shame i have to ruin his life

- i think thomas the type to get get flustered easily so sorry if he’s ooc

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[sshadowritestoriess]

Hello hello!! I hope you're having an amazing day/night!!

If you've got the time could you mayhaps do some general headcannons for genji with a hyper n silly friend :0? Whether you want to add romantic undertones or ideas into it is up to you; I'm fine either way!

Ty!! So cute! I tried my best!

Genji with a Hyper Friend

Nowadays it’s so wild to think you were once very intimidated by the ninja cyborg, a skilled hero who seemed far too complex and powerful for you to be anywhere near his league

But now he calls you his closest friend, and you both are nearly entirely inseparable

You’re far more extroverted than he is, with a sense of humor he likes and an energy that makes him think of himself when he was much younger

You’re familiar to him, something like a human embodiment of nostalgia that he wasn’t about to let go of anytime soon

You brought out the excitable side of him— even when he should be focused, and he usually is, just a glance from your direction makes him want to laugh. Some unspoken inside joke that only you both understood by merely a look

He always tried to match your vibe: if you were amped up, so was he, and if you were angry about something, he was sharing the same frustrations. (But sometimes he’d help bring you down a couple notches, especially if you were feeling particularly negative)

You both are full grown adults, you pay taxes and stress about healthcare. But that’s not stopping you from casually tapping his shoulder and whispering ‘tag’ after leaving a war meeting, only to immediately end up chased down a hall with a challenging “come on!” coming from behind you

He always finds you in the middle of the day to have lunch with him, both of you taking turns on deciding what to eat. Even if either of you don’t particularly like the other’s choice, you’ll always go. Made for some good pictures when one of you were trying something new

He didn’t take off his mask any other time except to share meals. He has a huge appreciation that you never asked about it, or requested to see his face. As hyper as you were, you wordlessly respected his privacy and that made him feel all the more closer to you

He loves hearing you talk. The stories of your youth, before you came to overwatch, were nothing short of entertaining. Even if it was a particularly sad or traumatizing event, the way you’d reiterate these things made it easy to hear— and sometimes laugh at, if humor was the way you’d cope with certain happenings

And he’d feel comfortable being able to do the same

Every now and again he’d come by your room unannounced as night fell, and just scroll through social media while laying on your bed. Just so he could be in your space and hear you talk— or chill in the silence (but seldom were you quiet for long)

Genji enjoys the peace of quiet. But there was so much comfort when you filled a space with your noise, announcing something as childish as “pillow fight” in the midst of the lounge and tossing something soft at the nearest person with all your might

He’d had such good behavior until you came along. What a cool and collected ninja he was, but you just had to come in and ruin it— now he’s known again as the same troublemaker the young ‘Sparrow’ was in Hanamura

He felt invincible with you. The only regret he had being your friend, was that he wished he had met you sooner

[resident-gay-bitch]

“can you believe it!” eddie exclaimed, his arms swinging out dramatically. his guitar slumped against his hips and made a screeching sound with the movement that made gareth’s ears ring.

“what now?” he said, sitting down behind his drum kit and taking a sip of the soda he just went to get.

“eddie was just wingeing-“ grant started.

“i was not wingeing!” eddie pointed a stern finger at him and continued plugging his guitar into the amp.

“complaining, then…?” jeff asked with a shrug, and when eddie didn’t protest that, he turned to gareth to explain, “eddie was just complaining about that chick at the hideout last night.”

“oh, the goth girl?” gareth asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. he was trying his best to stay calm, keep his composure, but he just can’t help but feel a little (insanely a lot) jealous right now. “cool… uh… what about her? did- was she not good, or-“

“eddie wouldn’t know.” grant snickered, and gareth flicked his eyes over to him cautiously.

“no?” he asked, treading carefully. “i thought you were going to take her home, man?”

yes, add “man” on the end to make it seem like friendly bro conversation and not like you’re trying to figure out how to navigate your jealousy and conceal your super secret sappy feelings for your bestest friend in the whole world.

“i was planning on it.” eddie sighed, stretching his back out, “i thought she was eye fucking me the whole time we were on stage, but she wasn’t, apparently.”

thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fucking fuck!

“oh.” gareth muttered, nodding his head slowly, playing it super cool.

“yeah…” eddie poked his tongue out, popping his hips to the side, “really cool.”

eddie was making a face at him that gareth knows means that eddie has experienced a minor inconvenience and he thinks it’s gareth’s fault. only, gareth doesn’t know why he’s making that face right now.

“super cool, because it was you she was ogling all night.”

oh. whoops?

“oh, erm… sorry?”

eddie burst out laughing and shook his head with a smile, “nah, don’t sweat it, dude. i’m sorry i tried to take your girl. maybe one of us could have lost our virginities after all, if we’d just payed a little more attention.”

yeah, no. that wouldn’t have happened, even if gareth noticed the cool goth girl looking at him. he only has eyes for eddie these days.

super hot fucking eddie, who’s stretching his arms above his head, letting his shirt ride up and show a delicious slither of silver skin that gareth wants to bite.

“i’m no even bothered by that.” eddie sighed, “i don’t care if she’s not into me. i don’t wanna lose my v-card to some random chick who’s not that into me, you know? i want a connection, at least.”

“fair enough.” jeff nodded, tuning up his guitar.

“so why are you wingeing about it then?” grant asked, always so kind he is. not. gareth laughed and double tapped his sticks on the snare as he watched eddie send their friend a mean glare.

“i’m not wingeing!”

“kinda were.” jeff muttered under his breath.

eddie turned his mean glare over to jeff and said, “what was that?”

“okay!” gareth butt in, slamming his foot down on the bass pedal to get their attention, “enough petty squabbling.”

eddie poked his tongue out at gareth and started to tune his guitar too, “whatever you say, gearbear.”

“shut the fuck up.” gareth groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically and hoping no one notices how badly that nickname makes him blush.

every fucking time!

“okay, but the bad part.” eddie tutted, eyeing the room as he listened to the note he was plucking for a moment. once he had it tuned right, he clapped his hands together, “the bad part- she was so mean for no reason, dudes!”

“oh no.” grant said, monotonous. gareth and jeff snickered under their breaths at his sarcasm. “she hurt your feelings. somebody call the waaa-mbulance.”

eddie glared at him for a moment, slowly leant over and picked up his jacket off the floor and chucked it at grant with full force. grant shrieked and jumped back with impact, and they all burst out laughing.

“guys, come on!” jeff said eventually, taking a few breaths to calm down, “we have to practice. eddie, finish your story, hurry up!”

“fine, mom!” he groaned and folded his arms over his chest. he looked over to gareth and broke out into a mischievous grin, and gareth shook his head at him and tried not to giggle. “basically, she just said a bunch of unnecessarily mean shit. like she called my sweetheart ‘kinda average’!”

“what!” gareth shreked, the other two boys joining in.

it was one thing to reject a guy in a dive bar, but it was another to call his most prized possession ‘kinda average’ when it’s clearly a work of art.

maybe gareth’s a little bias… but still. eddie’s axe is clearly fucking cool as shit.

“i know.” eddie fake sobbed, bringing the neck of his guitar up to his face to give it a little kiss as he stroked the strings, “it’s okay sweetheart. that girl was just delusional. you’re so beautiful.”

“wow, we’ve already reached the part in rehersal where eddie has uncomfortable chemistry with his guitar, and we’re only ten minuets in.” grant said, pointing over at eddie, “i think this is a new record. i think eddie and that inanimate object are going to need some privacy guys.”

“i think eddie needs a relationship, actually.” jeff countered with a laugh.

“hey!” eddie pressed a hand to his chest in mock offence.

“i will litteraly pay any of you all the money i have right now to go hold eddie’s hand for three seconds and temporarily cure his touch starvedness.” grant sighed.

“you guys are so mean!” eddie pouted his lip.

“i’ll risk it.” jeff sighed, “for all your money, i’ll risk eddie falling dramatically in love with me-“

“fuck off!” eddie kicked his foot out to knock jeff’s knee, “you’re nothing but a bunch of bullies… gareth, you still love me right?”

more than you know.

“that’s up for debate.” gareth shrugged.

eddie struck his hands over his chest and stumbled backwards into the wall, gasping for air as he slid his back down if and played dead.

“drama queen.” grant muttered.

“dude, get up.” jeff laughed, tossing his pic at eddie’s head, “are you done rambling about your failed attempt to pick up a chick? can we practice now?”

“no.” eddie grinned, jumping to his feet, “you know i need a good half hour of meaningless conversation before we jam.”

“you’re so lame.” jeff muttered, “give me my pick.” he said, starching it back from eddie.

“ooo! fiesty.” he giggled.

“come on, what else?” gareth asked, because he wants to know everything. he knows eddie will give him the full, over detailed recap later, but he’d rather have his conscience fully eased right now, rather than later.

“okay, you wanna know what else she said that just… like, why would she feel the need to say that?”

“what?” grant asked, “did she comment on the obvious chemistry between you and your guitar and not want to get in the way-“

eddie flipped him off and rolled his eyes, looking at gareth with a shake of his head, “no. she said, out of the fucking blue, ‘you’re litteraly like, one of the most unattractive guys i know’.”

oh, what the fuck? that was bullshit!

“and look, i know i’m not a particularly pretty guy-“

bullshit.

“dude.” gareth scoffed, and immediately regretted it. he cleared his throat and composed himself as the other three looked at him weirdly, “ah, mums been on my case about… talking down on myself and stuff so…” not a complete lie.

“oh, right.” eddie nodded and shook that off, “anyway, who cares if i’m good looking or not? you don’t just say that! if i said that to a guy i’d get smacked!”

grant laughed, “that’d be funny, i’d pay to see that.”

“dude!” eddie glared at him, trying not to laugh, “but that was so rude of her, right?”

“you seem very upset about this, munson.” jeff quirked an eyebrow.

“well…” eddie wabbled his head, pulling a wry face.

“come on, guys, it’s obvious what’s going on here.” grant sighed, popping his hip to the side as he leant on his bass, “eddie’s fishing for compliments.”

“oh my god.” he groaned, sinking down into a crouch and pulling his hair over his face, “no.”

jeff snickered, “awwww, you wanna be told she was wrong, eddie?”

“shut up, that’s not what’s happening.”

“kinda sounds like it is.” gareth muttered around a laugh.

“i thought you were on my side, garebear.” eddie peaked an eye out at him.

“i said that’s up for debate.” he shrugged.

“eddie wants to be flirted with.” grant laughed, “let’s go around and tell eddie just how lovely he looks today.”

eddie groaned very loudly.

“if i tell you you’re beautiful, will you shut up and let us practice?”

eddie rolled his eyes, “i guess.”

“okay then.” jeff nodded, turing his attention fully on eddie, “munson, you look very beautiful today.”

eddie groaned and sunk further onto the floor, pulling more hair over his face.

“i think you’re very nice on the eyes.” grant snickered, “a real good looking young man.”

“i want the ground to swallow me whole.” eddie muttered, laying flat on his back like a starfish, his hair a mess over his face and his cheeks visibly bright red through the gaps.

gareth laughed so brightly. everything eddie does makes him laugh, and apart from that, jeff and grant are making this very humorous for gareth.

“go on, g.” grant said with a smirk, “give eddie a compliment. we all know he likes everything you say best.”

gareth’s insides coiled. eddie didn’t even protest that, he just flipped grant the bird again.

what could gareth say without sounding like he was desperately in love with the man?

you’re the most handsome man i’ve ever seen?

the way your hair cascades around your face reminds me of that waterfall we found when we were kids, and that was the first day i ever thought about kissing you.

your so fucking hot i just want to rip your clothes off and lick every inch of your body?

you have the softest looking lips i’ve ever seen, they alone are so fucking beautiful.

okay so they were all useless.

“come on, dude.” jeff tapped his foot, “i want to practice.”

gareth wracked his brain again.

you’re smile is my favourite thing to look at, every time i see it, i feel every worry i have drift away. i wish i could make that smile last eternity.

you’re so devastatingly pretty, it makes me want to cry.

every time i look at you i thank every god known to man, because only the highest diety could have crafted something as perfect as you.

i could stare into your eyes forever, they’re my favourite place to be.

when you look at me with that soft smile of yours, i have to stop myself from kissing you because it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

“what?” eddie poked his head up, holding a clump of hair out of his eyes, his whole face red now, along with his neck.

“what?” gareth asked, panic rising. his heart jumped into his throat because… shit. he said that last one out loud, didn’t he?

the room was dead silent.

grant turning to snicker is what started to break the tension. they all turned to him and he burst out laughing.

“uhm…” gareth muttered, licking his dry lips, his brain working on overdrive in an attempt to fix this, but nothing was working, “i was joking.”

“oh.” eddie muttered, and swallowed, and sat up cross legged, staring at gareth.

“dude!” grant groaned, “we all know you’re not joking.”

“what?” both gareth and eddie turned to him with widened eyes.

“come on.” grant scoffed, looking at eddie now, “you seriously don’t notice the way he drools at you? you wonder why he didn’t notice that goth girl looking at him last night, well it was because he was looking at you!”

“thank you so much, grant.” gareth muttered sarcastically under his breath.

“you’re welcome.” he grinned, giggling to himself.

“gare…” eddie muttered.

gareth wanted to cry.

“jesus.” jeff sighed, taking his guitar off his shoulder, “we’re never gonna practice now.”

“i’m sorry.” gareth muttered, his cheeks hot. he felt his eyes starting to sting now.

“g… a word?” eddie mumbled, jumping to his feet.

shit.

“mhm.” he nodded, following eddie out of the garage and into the hallway, where the door was shut behind them, and they were left to their lonesome in the dark, quiet hallway

eddie was standing so close.

“you want to kiss me?” eddie asked with a confused lilt, “wait, no… you think i’m beau- the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“i’m sorry!” gareth burst out, “i just, fuck!”

well, it’s now or never, he guessed.

“look, i’m sorry, okay? i know it’s weird, but i’ve liked you for years, dude. so fucking long, and it’s just been a childish crush for a while, it was deal-withable for the most part. but this last year or so… i can’t ignore it anymore!” gareth sighed, swinging his arms out dramatically like eddie often does, “you consume my every waking thought, eddie. i love you.”

he also did not mean to say that last bit.

damn it, what that fuck was in his soda?

“you love me?” eddie muttered, and he sounded almost sad as he said it.

“yeah.” gareth groaned, rubbing his eyes, “this is so embarrassing.”

“it’s not embarrassing.” eddie whispered, pulling his wrists away from his face. gareth looked up at eddie, his skin tingling where eddie’s thumbs were stroking the backs of his wrists as he smiled. that soft one, the one gareth blurted out about loving so much, “it’s not embarrassing, i promise.”

“it is.” gareth whined, tipping his head back and thumping it against the wall behind him.

“it’s not.” eddie laughed softly and stepped a little closer, “i didn’t know you felt that way, garebear.”

“well,” gareth sighed, “i do everything i can to hide my feelings… for obvious, embarrassing reasons.”

eddie probably thinks he’s so gross now. they sleep next to eachother in their underwear at least once a week! what if eddie thinks he’s some perv? shit.

“same.” eddie muttered, giggling to himself as his cheeks tinted pink again, “me too, gareth. it’s okay, i get it.”

huh?

“what do you mean… ‘same’?”

“i’ve done everything in my power, since that time we found that waterfall…” eddie grinned and shrugged, “to hide my feelings for you too.”

gareth’s heart stopped.

he genuinely thinks he might faint.

he must have been silently staring at eddie for an obscene amount of time because eddie’s brow creased (he looks so cute like that) and he grabbed gareth by the shoulders and gave him a little shake.

“earth to garebear?” eddie questioned, his tone nervous, “didn’t lose ya, did i?”

“i’m here…” gareth muttered, “just… processing. uhm… you like me?”

eddie smiled, looking so fucking pretty as he did, “i love you, actually.”

��oh.” was all he could get out, but his insides were screaming.

holy shit eddie loves him.

eddie chuckled softly and smiled, “do you think… do you think it’d be okay if i kissed you?”

“yes please.” he didn’t hesitate to answer then, reaching up to grab eddie by the collar of his shirt and pull him in.

eddie’s lips are just as soft as he thought they’d be. pillowy and perfect. he tastes sweet too, like lemonade and toothpaste and a little hint of cigarettes. eddie held gareth close, as they kissed in his hallway, his hands on his hips and pulling him in closer.

this was everything gareth has wanted for so long, he’s feeling a little giddy from it.

eddie pulled back to catch his breath, but he didn’t pull away far. their noses bumped together and they both laughed at themselves.

“i just kissed my best friend.” eddie muttered, “crazy.”

gareth smiled, “i’m so glad that goth chick was mean to you last night.”

eddie bust out laughing and shook his head at gareth, “you know what? believe it or not, i am too.”

“good.” gareth grinned and wrapped his arms over eddie’s shoulders, “i want to kiss you again.”

“me too.” eddie muttered, and leant back in.

they kissed a while longer, gareth’s fingers reaching up and sifting through eddie’s mane, his curls softer than they usually were. gareth was pressed up against the wall with eddie crouding him in, and they were getting a little desperate with it, pressing further and further into eachother.

kissing eddie was intoxicating. the best fucking thing gareth’s ever done, he thinks. he doesn’t want to ever stop.

but of course he had too, when jeff and grant pried open the door and stepped in with a camera. the bright flash made both eddie and gareth squint and look away, clinging onto eachother with the shock.

“ha ha!” grant giggled, grabbing the polaroid as it printed out, “caught in the act.”

“i wanna shake it.” jeff said, snatching the picture from grant.

gareth and eddie relaxed, awkwardly stepping away from one another with pink cheeks and unwipeable grins.

“ew…” grant muttered, leaning over jeff’s shoulder to look at what was showing up of the picture, “don’t you guys remember that bible retreat we went on in middle school? there’s no room for jesus in there!”

“oh my fucking god.” gareth groaned, walking over and snatching the picture from them. it was only half developed, but it made gareth blush more.

eddie was pressing him up against the wall, one hand on his hip and the other on the wall by gareth’s head. and gareth hadn’t even realised he lifted a leg to hook around one of eddie’s to pull him in closer.

embarrassing.

eddie tried to get a peak, but gareth snatched it away and shoved it deep in his pocket, “i’m burning this.” he’s not, it’s going under his pillow.

“aww, boo!” jeff sneered.

“you suck, gareth.” grant gave him the thumbs down.

eddie leant in very close and muttered, “please can i see?”

“later.” gareth whispered, very very embarrassed.

“okay, now that that’s out of the way-“ jeff started.

“what do you mean, ‘now that that’s out of the way’?” grant asked, very dramatically, “i’d say this is the best day of our lives, jeff.”

“and why’s that?” jeff asked with a heavy, unimpressed sigh.

“because now eddie…” he pointed at eddie, “is now with gareth, and so we don’t have to listen to him wingeing about how mean people reject him anymore.”

“oh, you’re right. horah.” jeff said, barely any excitement in his tone, “can we practice now?”

“yeah.” grant mumbled, already walking back into the garage, “come on.”

jeff followed him out.

gareth looked over to eddie nervously beside him. eddie grinned and wrapped his arm around gareth’s waist to pull him along as he walked.

“you heard em, we’ve got practice.”

gareth grinned and rolled his eyes, “you expect me to be able to concentrate now?”

eddie grinned, a mischievous one that had butterflies erupting in gareth’s stomach, “i’ll make it worth your while…”

gareth grinned and shoved eddie’s face away, “ah huh, says the guy who just had his second make out session ever.”

eddie punched his arm, “not like you’re much better.”

gareth smiled and giggled softly. he stopped at the door way, the door barely open. he turned to eddie with an inquisitive, nervous smile.

“so… does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

eddie stuck his hands in his front pockets and bounced on his toes, something he often does when nervous. gareth’s always found it adorable.

“well… do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

gareth furrowed his brow, “obviously.”

eddie chuckled and nodded his head, “then, yeah… yeah, i’m your boyfriend.”

“cool…” gareth tried to play it cool, but he couldn’t contain his giddiness, “boyfriend.”

eddie downright giggled like a lovesick schoolboy.

he leant down and pressed a quick kiss to gareths lips before pushing him back through the door.

“finally!” jeff exclaimed with a huff.

“okay, let’s make this quick, boys.” eddie said, walking over to his guitar with a grin, “i’ve got a boyfriend to make out with and i’ll wait no longer than an hour-“

“no.” grant whined, turning to gareth with a mean glare, “no! now he’s going to be insufferably gross and romantic. what have you done?”

gareth grinned and looked over to eddie, “i got myself the prettiest boyfriend anyone could ever have.”

**

i wrote this between 4.30-6.30 am when i should have been sleeping but couldn’t because am sick and can’t sleep. i had gareth & eddie brainrott and can’t find much about them on tumblr because everyone here sucks and doesn’t adore these two like i do.

anyway, please interact with this if you’re a geddie shipper (idk if that’s what they’re called - there’s not enough people on this train for me to know the common ship name, i just made this up one day) so i know where the cool people are at and so i can stalk your pages for more gareth and eddie content. thanks <3

i hope this is okay, lol, as i said. i was sleep deprived and sick and brainrotting.

don’t forget to reblog! and commentary is always appreciated and i love to respond to it <3

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Ler!Rui x gn!reader

Don't ask, I suddenly felt compelled to write this. So uhh if you're lee for Kamishiro Rui, you're welcome~

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Rui x reader (interpret as you wish)

Lee: reader

Ler: Rui

Warnings: Tickles

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Another boring day of class. The teacher's voice was so deep and slow it could almost put you to sleep. You pretended to pay attention but were just doodling on your notebook. While your classmate, Rui, who sat behind you, practically did the same. Except he was sketching out ideas for future inventions.

"Maybe I could rest my eyes for a moment" You thought to yourself. As your eyes drifted closed, you suddenly felt a flick go down your back. Causing you to jolt upright. You turned back to look at the culprit, and there was Rui with that teasy smirk he always wore.

"Oi, cut it out...!" You whispered out, but you knew damn well that that boy wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Whenever he got bored, which was always, you were always his target for some fun entertainment. Even if it came at your expense.

You turned back around, trying to act normal. A little while passed and you almost forgot about the incident, that was until you felt some light tapping along your sides.

"Eep-!" You instantly slapped both hands onto your mouth to prevent any embarrassing sounds to come out, but that only left you more vulnerable to Rui's ticklish onslaught. He then climbed his fingers up your sides to your ribs, then back down. Going very slowly, as if two tickly spiders went up and down the sides of your torso. He was consistent, not letting up for even a second. The touch was so soft yet felt so sensitive, you were practically screaming internally. At this point, your cheeks kept turning redder each second of this ongoing torture.

Before you knew it, you felt his warm breath against your ear as he leaned in close and whispered "Ahh... kocho kocho kocho~ Remember, you can't make any sound~".

"R-rUi you aHass...!" You tittered out, it took everything in you to not burst out laughing right there and then.

You got a couple glances from the other students, snickering at your situation. But luckily the teacher hand't noticed, if they did that'd be embarrassing.

It couldn't get worse... right? Oh how naive of you. Rui decided to amp it up a bit and snuck his hands under your sweater, his fingers softly pinching and prodding the soft flesh of your tummy.

"HnGh! Pfft-! Hrrrgh!" You jumped and yelped, squirming like a worm in your seat. All while cursing at Rui mentally, even though you did enjoy his playfullness. Not like you'd ever admit it.

After enduring his tickling for a while, your lord and savior came through. The bell rang, signaling that class was over. Finally Rui let up with the tickling. You let out a long sigh of relief, softly catching your breath.

It was now time for lunch so you got up to leave, but before that you felt an arm swing around your shoulder. When you looked up, it was Rui once again looking down at you with the same teasy look.

"Hey Y/N! How about we continue were we left off?~" He playfully winked as he dragged you along without waiting for a reply.

"H-hey! I never agreed to this-" before you could finish complaining, he brough his finger up to your lips and made a 'shh' sound.

"Please, we both know you liked it~".

Your face practically errupted right there on the spot, causing Rui to giggle. You pouted playfully and went along with him, giddy to know what he'd do next.

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Idk what I'm doing, but I like it :>

[firetextskpop]

i sent an ask the other day but i already have another one lol ...

would love to read something with the rose jaehyeong where the reader is also in a band as a bassist and they meet backstage at a festival/show !!

please look after yourself <3

Hello! Thank you so much! <3 I hope you're taking care of yourself as well. This will likely be quick bc Jae is 1 of 2 of my #1 ults and on my mind a lot. I miss The Rose so much. Also it's like perfect bc I play the bass.

"We Rose You!" Woosung yelled out to the screaming crowd.

Here was another festival that each of your groups were at but the only difference was that instead of being on the other side, performing at the same time as The Rose, your group's set was after. 15 minutes between just to assure that the festival go-ers can get food and see other artists they may like.

You didn't intend to run into the members as they began coming off stage to the back, but you did. Luckily, the staff was cool, and when the boys walked off stage, they didn't shoo you away or stop the boys from talking to you.

"Woo! They're really riled up tonight." Dojoon says and gives everyone he sees a high five. "I mean you guys did great!" You blurt out and he flashes you his beautiful smile and leaves. Your heart fluttered a bit from the interaction but before you could even think about reacting again, Woosung comes by and stops when he sees you.

"Wait, aren't you y/n, the bassist in *your group name*?" Okay... now you're blushing. How does THEE Kim Woosung know you? "Y-yeah! How did you..." He chuckles and looks over at Jaehyeong, who is not paying attention and getting the sweat wiped off of him. "I researched a few of the groups in the festival and the way you play is so dope. Someone is also kinda inspired by you and has been trying some of your iconic baselines." He responds and nods his head in Jaehyeong's direction. Jae is now aware that you're there and he smiles and waves to you.

"Helloo" The taller man says to you and puts his hand out to shake your hand. You return the gesture while blushing really hard. Anyone could tell from far away he was really handsome but being this close to him was much different. "Hello." Your eyes met his. "I heard that you like the way I play." Clearly now you were getting bold. Jaehyeong laughs a bit nervously and amps up his charms "Oh yes! Its very unique. You're truly a one-of-a-kind."

"Maybe we could have a playing session one day?" You suggest, attempting to outdo him in his own game. His eyebrow raised and head tilted slightly at the response. "Lets do it." He says and pulls out his phone to get your information so you both can communicate. After exchanging information, Jaehyeong thanked you for your time and you thought there was no better time than now to ask for a hug. He very gladly gave it to you but was then teased immediately by Woosung and Hajoon.

"I didn't know you had game Jeff!" Woosung pushed him a bit. Jae began blushing and giggling out of embarrassment now. "Stopp" He whined and pushed Woosung back, beginning to walk away. "When are you two gonna get married?" Hajoon teases and puts his arm around the bassist. Jaehyeong sighs and turns back around to wave you goodbye. Quickly, you waved back and then felt a tap on your shoulder. "Are you done flirting now? It's time to go on stage!" The lead singer says and you rush to get to your placement.

A newfound adrenaline rushed through your body as you prepared for the stage. Before you know it the lights are on and it's time to shine. The crowd is beautiful as ever but only one face sticks out to you. Smile brighter than the sun itself and his eyes even brighter. The only one who matters in that moment.

[obxthornton]

Chapter 2

WC: 2423

People used to tell me my mom reminded them of Kat Stratford in high school. She was outspoken, loud, and always voiced her opinions. She loved rock music and got me into rock music myself. The guitar I played was hers when she was in a band of her own in high school. I wish I remembered her.

Now my mom might have been Kat, but my dad was no Patrick Verona. The only thing they had in common was being Australian. I don't know how my mom and him fell in love seeing as he was the soul thing my mom stood against. He was a businessman who was never home, alwasy working for hours on end. Never wanted to venture out of our town or go on vacation. Didn't care about the environment or the problems in our society. He cared about money. Something that differed Mom and him in two different directions.

My dad would spew "you're just like your mother" like an insult, a bad taste in his mouth when we would Argue. Like me being like her was so unbearable, that I should be like him.

Maybe Mom would still be alive if she was like him. If she valued herself more than she did other people.

I strummed lightly on the guitar that still had  Stickers from my mom on it. I had imagined that the guitar strap used to smell like her perfume at one point. I wondered when it had lost the scent.

A loud bang came from my window making me turn slightly to look at it. Nothing was there so I assumed it was the tree that was next to it.  I turned up the amp on the floor playing alittle louder before I heard the tap again.

I huffed and sat the guitar on the bed before walking over to the window. 

Luke Hemmings was on the branch closest to the roof throwing small rocks at the glass.

I opened the window and stuck my head out, "what the hell-" a rock hit my forehead making me close my eyes in annoyance. "What are you doing hemmings?"

He let his legs fall off the tree hanging with only his arms as he swung in the window, not waiting for me to move. I fell backward onto the ground with him on top of me, knocking the breath out of me as he landed straight on my chest.

"Ow." I breathed out wincing slightly.

He wasn't bothering to get off of me, but just pushing himself up with his hands so he wasn't putting all his weight on me. He looked down at me almost confused or maybe it was a look of embarrassment.

"Your hair's red." He stated.

It had been red for a week now.

I groaned and rolled my eyes before pushing him off of me and Onto the floor before I stood up. 

"What are you doing here hemmings?" I asked walking over to the window and closing it. 

Luke rolled over on the floor until he was under my bed. "Hiding." He simply said.

I could hear him rustling under my bed, his flashlight from his phone spewing out from under the bed.

"From who?" I asked jumping on my bed and making it dip down enough to hit his head. "Ow!" He yelled. 

"We're playing hide and seek, loser pays for lunch. This is the last place the guys would look." He said from under the bed.

Something was shot into my room and I looked to see a pair of underwear now hung on my desk.  I dipped my head down, hanging over the bed,  my hands flat on the floor  Luke shined his flashlight in my face making me squench my eyes. "Did you just slingshot my underwear you found under my bed?" I asked him unamused. He laid on his back under my bed smiling at me, "Yes."

I heard the front door slam,

"Hey, Gigi!" Ashton's voice rang through the house.

"Shit," Luke mumbled pulling my arms that were hanging over the bed, making me fall to the floor for yet the second time today, before pulling me under the bed up to his chest.

I winced again, "What the fu-" Luke's hand slapped over my mouth as he held a finger over his lips with his other hand. 

My heart raced. That was normal for ex-couples to still make each other nervous right? I'm sure it was because my heart was beating out of my rib cage as his face was inches away from mine giving me a serious look.

A knock on my door made me slightly jump. "Gigi, have you seen Luke?" Ashton's voice rang. Luke's hand gripped tightly on my bare hip holding me still as the door to my room opened.

"Great she's not even here," Ashton said as I saw his black shoes being walked into the room. He annoyingly groaned before his feet stomped out of the room. 

The door eventually shut downstairs.

Luke's hand remained on my hip and on my mouth as he stared at me. It seemed to be the theme today, me and him just staring at each other.

I snapped out of it as I tasted his hand on my mouth making me push him off and roll out from under the bed. "You're going to kill me if you keep knocking me over."

"That's the plan." He said rolling out himself. 

I jumped back on my bed sitting down on it, "How long are you going to stay? I've inhaled too much of your cologne today."

He rolled his eyes as he sat down on the rolling chair, spinning around. "You bought me this cologne." He seemed to regret the words as they came out of his mouth because he stopped spinning just for a second. "It's my least favorite one." He added.

"Same." I said, "bought it so you'd smell like shit."

I actually loved that scent. It was Luke's signature scent, the one where you would associate that smell with anyone with Luke.

"Glade were in agreement." He said almost awkwardly before starting to spin on my chair again. 

The setting was now awkward as well, The air was thick. "Get out." I said making him stand up abruptly, "Yep." 

He walked to the window and opened it. 

"You can uh... you can go out the front door." I told him. 

He shot me a quick smile before swinging himself out the window, "And Why would I do that?"

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"Georgina." My name was called in class making me lift my head off the desk. The teacher looked at me unamused about the fact that I had been sleeping in her class.

"And what's the answer to number 16?" She asked.

"7," I mumbled exhausted before putting my head back down on the desk.

"That's uh... That's right."  She said surprised.

My chair was kicked from behind making me groan before turning around. "How'd you know that?" Calum asked me suspiciously.

"I know everything." I shrugged before turning around and putting my head back on the table. That wasn't completely true.

Every time we had an assignment number 16 was always 7. Our math teacher had gotten married on July 16th so she seemed to always make the date out of everything. Just a coincidence she asked me for number 16 or I would have been sat there like an idiot.

The bell rang making me groan yet again lifting my head off the desk yet again. "Okay! Pages 3 and 4 for homework."

Those pages would never get done.

I grabbed my bag off the floor and threw it over my shoulder, waiting for Calum to finish putting his papers in his bag. We had English together next.

"Who lost hide and seek on Saturday?" I asked him as we walked out of the classroom. "How did you know we played hide and seek?" He asked narrowing his eyes at me.

"Hemmings."

"Why did Luke tell you?"

"Because I asked."

"But why?"

"Why not?"

"Because it's Luke."

I shrugged lightly, "Well Luke told me you guys were playing so who lost? It was Michael wasn't it?" 

Calum stifled a laugh but nodded, "he hid in Ashton's car. You don't hide in the seeker's car." 

Sounded enough like Michael for me to believe it. My guess was that Calum probably hid in the neighbor's trash can. Maybe he even hid in my trash can.

"I won obviously, hid in Luke's Recycling bin. Took ash 5 hours to find me." He said proudly.

They did not take 5 hours to find Calum, they probably gave up and grabbed lunch without him. But if Calum thought he won then I wasn't going to burst his bubble. I think if even Ashton found Luke or Calum first, he wouldn't say anything but just search for Michael instead. Michael never paid for his own food.

"Hey In English did you want to be partners with Luke for our project?" Calum asked me suddenly.

My eyebrows scrunched as I looked over at him, "no I did not." I said stopping infront of the English room to look at him.

"Oh." He said looking infront of him, "Well you might be partners with Luke."

I narrowed my eyes at the Boy you was avoiding my gaze, "what do you mean I might be partners with hemmings?"

He smiled nervously, scratching the back of his next. "Me and uh... Maddie. Started it together already."

I blinked slowly at the boy. "Maddie's my partner."

"Not anymore." He said like a smartass making me hit the back of his head with my hand.

"It's not my fault! She convinced me!" Calum said pointing behind me making me turn. Maddie was standing there slowly walking backward with a big "oh no" look on her face.

Calum grabbed Maddie and held her infront of him, "You wouldn't hit a child would you?" He said bending down so he was covered by her. "I'm supposed to be Behind you!" She yelled at Calum hitting his head also. 

"Ow! Babe, we're on the same side." He said rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry G. I promise I'll make it up to you," Maddie said looking at me sincerely.  Maddie wasn't allowed to date and could only hang out with guys if it was for school. So this project would give them an excuse to hang out at each other's houses.

"You owe me." I said pointing at Maddie, "And you owe me." I pointed to Calum, "and oh do you owe me." I turned and pointed at Luke who was about to walk into the classroom.  He stopped and looked at me confused not even knowing what our conversation had been about. 

"What." He simply said making me throw my head back groaning, pushing past them to get inside the classroom.

"If you're just walking in, sit anywhere with your partner." The English teacher said making me turn to Luke who was having what seemed to be the same conversation Calum had with me.

"Hell no," Luke said making me roll my eyes before taking a seat on the floor in the back of the room against the wall. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and opened it.

As I typed away on the keyboard trying to find the rubric, Luke groaned as he sat down next to me, his bag falling on my feet. "Did you do anything for it yet?" He asked me as I shook my head, "haven't even read the rubric."

"Great neither have I." He said sarcastically opening up his bag on my legs and pulling out a notebook and half a pencil.

I enlarged the rubric sent out in the email. "Over the next 4 weeks, you and your partner will face a series of questions that you each have to answer truthfully. Blah blah blah...At the beginning of each week, you will get 5 questions that you each will answer and discuss. Your answers will be used to distinguish the similarities and differences between you and your partner. The Monday after the questions are assigned, a small overview of the answers and your thoughts are due. At the end of the 4 weeks, you both will write a minimum 400-word essay. Blah blah...Since this project is long, most of the work will be done at home in your free time leaving class time to work on other topics." I read off the Email.

"This is the most English assignment ever. Compare feelings and then write about it." Luke mumbled throwing his broken pencil across the room at Calum. 

"You got that right," I mumbled. "When do you want to start?"

He shrugged closing his eyes and leaning against the wall. "What's this week's questions?"

I tapped on some files in the email before pulling up a document labeled  WEEK ONE QUESTIONS.

"One, perfect teeth or perfect hair?" I asked reading off the list.

"Easy hair, next." He said. I rolled my eyes at his answer, "Teeth determine everything." I told him. 

"0 for 1. Next." He said.

"Two, already know your answer on this, iced or hot?" I read, "and you're going to pick hot because 'what's the point of icing down a hot drink." I said mimicking his voice.

He opened up one of his eyes, glaring at me, "There's zero point in icing down a hot coffee!" 

"Ninjas or pirates?" 

Luke smiled, "ninjas." 

I groaned, were we ever going to get the same answer? "Mate, have you seen Pirates of the Caribbean? Jack sparrow? Will tuner? Elizabeth Swann? The hottest people to ever sail the oceans."

He scoffed, "I'm doing this on skill, not on looks like you." He mumbled quietly, "They are hot though." Under his breath. "But ninjas all the way."

"Question four." These questions were fucking stupid, "stop or go? And this time we answer at the same time okay?"

He nodded and counted down from three.

"Stop"

"Go."

I groaned throwing my head back, "Why the hell would you pick stop?"

He shrugged, "hitting every red light, kissing at the stop signs." He quoted one of his band's songs making me blink sarcastically if that was possible.

"Last one." I mumbled "Converse or vans?"

I looked down at what shoes we were wearing and sure enough I had white high top converse on and Luke had black vans on.

"Asshole," I mumbled closing my computer.

"Bitch."