#we were talking about the kinks and oasis this morning

[sob-dylan]

ever since the gen x av guy at work saw my velvet underground tattoo, he keeps talking to me about different lou reed interviews he’s read. we were at an event recently where he had to play some music over the loudspeaker—he told me he had something special queued up for me, and then about every other song he played was from loaded. i think this is my new best friend.

[mhoons]

The Guardia, Dec 5 2008

'Who wants to be a drug addict at 41?' | Oasis | The Guardian

Noel Gallagher is listing the world's 10 greatest bands on his fingers, and working out where Oasis sit among this lot. "The Beatles, Stones, Who, Sex Pistols, Kinks, Jam, Smiths, Stone Roses, Bee Gees." He pauses. "I'm putting us at seven ahead of the Smiths cos we've done more." It's classic Gallagher, the great Mancunian motormouth. In the time it takes for some rock stars to muster a coherent sentence, he'll have set the world to rights, written off many of his peers as no-hopers, talked a great deal of sense, said something truly stupid or offensive or both, and provided a potted history of 128 years of Manchester City football club.

Now he's explaining why Oasis are different from other bands. "People like Coldplay, but they don't love them. People like U2, but they don't love them. But people fucking love Oasis. That's the way it is. It's more than the music." He's got a point, as I later witness at the gigs. Though it is also true that plenty of people can't stand the band, regarding them as crass copycats, playing 100 variants of the same song - when they're not ripping off the Beatles, they're ripping off themselves.

It's a bleak November afternoon in Aberdeen, freezing, already dark outside. On the telly, the news is even bleaker than the weather as we hear of shutdown after shutdown, and a recession that has been made official. Gallagher says it reminds him of his childhood days of three-day weeks, followed by industrial carnage and Thatcher. "I remember the 70s constantly being winter in Manchester and the Irish community in Manchester closing ranks because of the IRA bombings in Birmingham and Manchester, and you know the bin-workers' strike, all wrapped up in it... They were violent times. Violence at home and violence at football matches."

It was the 90s when things began to look up for Gallagher. If ever a pop group mirrored a political project, it was Oasis and New Labour. While they couldn't have appeared more different - Oasis all scruffy jeans and swearwords, New Labour smart suits and urbane accents - both grew out of the ashes of Thatcherism and the grey Major years. Both were determined, in their own way, to counter the cult of the individual and the ethos that there was no such thing as society. For the Gallaghers, it was obvious what society was - their mates at the job centre, their mates determined to have a good time despite everything, their mates standing at the bar drinking and taking drugs as they played.

Definitely Maybe, their first album, crackled with energy - in the song Rock N' Roll Star, they don't sing about what it's like to be a rock'n'roll star because they don't know, they sing about feeling as good as one. Live Forever, still Gallagher's favourite Oasis song, is about the invincibility of youth. He wrote it as a riposte to a song by Nirvana, the morbid grunge band, whose frontman Kurt Cobain went on to kill himself. "I heard this song called I Hate Myself And I Want To Die and I thought, I'm not having that, I cannot have this American rock star who everybody is lauding as a genius with all the money in the world sitting there in his mansion on smack saying that. What d'you want to die for?"

Live Forever was Oasis' first top 10 hit - a unique mix of raucous rock and drunken optimism. But while their first album anticipated success, the second (What's The Story) Morning Glory? was about rock'n'roll fulfilment. There was a sense of wistfulness in the famous ballads, Wonderwall and Don't Look Back In Anger, as if Gallagher was already nostalgic for something that had barely started. These two songs became the supreme arm-in-arm, cigarette-lighter anthems of the 90s. They were also archetypal Oasis songs - loaded with emotional meaning, and yet virtually meaningless in themselves (what is a wonderwall, why is Sally waiting, who exactly is looking back in anger?).

He says he often didn't understand his lyrics, yet the larger meaning is transparent - the yearning for something better. One of his strongest memories is collecting the dole every week with his dad and seeing his friends there, too. "That was the Maggie Thatcher age - everyone was there with their dad."

Gallagher thinks he could have done well at school if he'd tried. He was expelled at 15 for throwing a bag of flour down the stairs and over a teacher. His mother Peggy was a dinner lady, father Tommy a labourer when he could get the work. "He was a typical Irish drinker-worker, always at the bookies, always gambling on something, didn't take his drink very well, quite violent." When Noel was 17, Peggy took the boys and moved away from Tommy.

In his early 20s, Gallagher worked as a roadie for the Manchester band Inspiral Carpets. "What a gig! Amazing. I was earning £300 for setting up a drum kit... Seeing the world, wow, couldn't be any better." That was when he started writing songs seriously.

One night he phoned home and asked Peggy what his younger brother Liam was doing. She told him he'd started a band. Gallagher couldn't believe it. "I'd shared a bedroom with him for years, playing my acoustic guitar and him sitting there going, 'You fucking weirdo' and all of a sudden he's a singer." On his return, he went to see the band, called Rain, told them it was a shit name, and gave them some of his songs to play. They changed their name to Oasis, and he joined them. Gallagher had to learn to play guitar all over again - he'd never played standing up before. "Then all at once, I turned into Paul McCartney. I was just like, 'Right, you play this, and you play that, I play this, you sing these words and sing it like this' and we were off."

Earlier this year, in a poll to find the 50 greatest British albums of the past 50 years, conducted by Q Magazine and HMV, Definitely Maybe and Morning Glory were voted numbers one and two respectively. It's incredible that Oasis are still going 15 years on - Gallagher himself thought of them as a here-today-gone-tomorrow band. With Definitely Maybe, he thought he'd done it all, said all he had to say, rocked all he had to rock. Yet here we are, Liam and Noel the only original members left, both embracing a maturity of sorts, the whole world changed around them and the band still churning out more of the same. Even more incredibly, they are as popular as ever (their last album went into the charts at number one, as have all the others) with an ever younger audience. How have they done it?

The one thing both Gallaghers knew was that if they made it, they were going to make the most of it. And so they did. By the time Labour came to power in 1997, Oasis were regarded as the biggest band in the world. Morning Glory sold 22 million copies worldwide, and more than four million in Britain alone. The band were constantly on the front pages of the tabloids - whether for manufactured rows with rivals Blur, hitting photographers, arguing among themselves, almost splitting up.

I ask Gallagher what it would have been like if I'd been here a decade ago. "There would have been a lot more hangers on... And the extracurricular stuff would have started already." I'd have had to kick my way past a mountain of coke? "Not a mountain. No, a little lump. When we started all the crew was from Manchester, and one by one they've all fell by the wayside, and it's a lot more professional now.

"Because it happened so quick, at Knebworth nobody really knew what we were doing. Normally when people play Knebworth it's the pinnacle of their achievement and they put on these awe-inspiring shows. We were just on the piss really. There's not so many fuckin' idiots surrounding the band any more."

What does he prefer? "I loved it then. But we couldn't be like that now because we're all late 30s, early 40s. I'm 41. Everybody says I'd be dead. Well, I wouldn't be dead, I'd just be a little caricature of a rock star. Who wants to be a drug addict at 41?"

In the mid-1990s, he moved to a salubrious part of London and a house he named Supernova Heights. "When I lived in Primrose Hill, I operated an open-door policy. I'd spent so long on the dole, and I'd moved to London and lived in this huge house, it was like, this is it, I'm living the dream, man. I invited a full awards ceremony back to mine once, George Best included. I won summat for summat or other, and it was the last award of the day and I gave out my address and said, 'Everybody back to mine.' And loads came. It was a great day. The police were called and all sorts."

Soon after Labour came to power, Gallagher was invited to Downing Street to celebrate their respective triumphs over Thatcherism. Tony Blair shamelessly tapped into the new wave of pop groups and designers that became known as Cool Britannia. "Alan McGee [Oasis' manager] got involved with the Labour party and he said, they want to meet you, and I was like, well of course they do. Who wouldn't? I was still on that euphoric night out that started in 94."

Did he have any qualms about endorsing Blair? "It wasn't so much an endorsement of him as, get these fuckers out." They all got carried away, he says - Blair thought he was JFK, Oasis thought they were the Beatles. When the band signed to Creation Records, Gallagher told McGee that if he made enough money to buy a chocolate-brown Rolls-Royce, he'd never want another thing.

After the success of Morning Glory, McGee bought him the chocolate-brown Roller and they turned up at Downing Street in it. Of course they did. "It was all symbolic. McGee used to work on the railways in Glasgow, I used to work on the building sites in Manchester. So we all piled in this Rolls-Royce and went down there. It was only four or five years since we'd signed off." Gallagher is a good storyteller. He can still recreate the weirdness of it all. "There was a strange array of people, Piers Morgan, Pet Shop Boys, Ross Kemp, Lenny Henry... It wasn't cool." Ever since, people have asked whether it was good for the band. For Gallagher it was just the first stop on a night out. "We left there and went somewhere else and then somewhere else and then back to someone's house and ended up back at mine at 7am, watching it on the news."

In the end, he says, Labour were corrupted by power, but he refuses to write them off. "Domestically, whatever Blair did will be overshadowed by Iraq and the weapons of mass destruction. But they brought in the minimum wage and for that alone it was worth it." He could never vote Tory. If Labour raised taxes for the very wealthy, would he still vote for them? "Yeah, totally." I remind him of the 70s when income tax rose to 98% and so many stars left the country. "It would be with a heavy heart that I became a tax exile, but then again if you're earning a pound and somebody's taking 98 pence of it, what's the point?" So what's a fair rate? "Well, I pay 40. I dunno - 50?" He settles on 50p in the pound.

I ask him if success changed him. "You'd have to be a fool to sit here and say no." Is it possible to become idolised without becoming a bit of a twat? "Well, I didn't become a twat, but I started to dress like a twat. I wore sunglasses a lot and I might have had a fur coat and I thought that was the correct procedure for being in the biggest band in the world, but no, I didn't become a twat." Nor, he says, did he go mad. "It's only solo artists who go mad; Robbie Williams, George Michael, they go mental because it is all about them, but it's not all about me."

What's the most ridiculous thing he bought? "A Jaguar Mark 2, Inspector Morse car, had it built specifically for me - a £110,000 car. Never had a licence. Never had a lesson. It sits in a garage." He's still got it? "Oh aye. It's got about nine miles on the clock. I've got a gateway that's a quarter of a mile long, and I've driven it up and down the drive. I'm going to give that car to my son, I think." What if his daughter Anais wants it? "She's not getting a big Jag. It's a lad's car. Totally."

Later, I meet Gallagher's girlfriend Sara MacDonald and tell her what he said about fame. She says it doesn't ring quite true. "Noel says to me he became a bit of a cock - being a bit mean to the people he was working with. Everybody says he's much nicer now he's not doing drugs. Everybody is, though. I mean, if you're doing tons of Charlie..."

Ultimately, the endless partying did become too much for him. He remembers the exact moment - when the band got home from a massive tour in 1998. "I dumped the bags, there were loads of people in the house, and the World Cup was on, and I still remember the one last line. I had a moment of clarity - I need a proper fuckin' life.

"I thought I'd done it all. I'd come from that rehearsal room in Manchester, gone all the way from the bottom right to the top, had all the money in the world, massive house in the country, there was nothing left to do beside go and buy a jet airplane and crash it in the lake. That's it. And I went to bed that night, and have never done cocaine since.

"Of course, nobody wants you to stop doing it because it's your house that everybody's in. So I started with a week and then it went to two weeks, and slowly but surely I began thinking, I don't really know any of these people. I'm not even sure that I know the woman I'm married to. It was a gradual dawning of, who the fuck are all these people? I know her, I know she's Kate Moss, I've seen her in the paper, and I know she's here because she manages to be with every rock band at some point so why wouldn't she be here, but everybody else I had no connection with except that they'd seen me on the telly.

"It was like, right, we're selling this house, then we're moving to the country, then the party moved to the country, then, right, this is not working - so I just stayed in, all the time, and just waited for everyone to fuck off. One by one they all left. The next thing was, well, I need to get divorced because this is rubbish. And that was it. It was very liberating."

We're sitting in Liam's changing room. He is the only band member with his own room because his guitar playing and warm-up vocal exercises annoy the others. Although there is an acoustic guitar in the corner, the room is anything but rock'n'roll - his "riders" are laid out on a table: seven bottles of Volvic, three packs of green chewing gum, three packs of blue chewing gum, fruit squash and honey.

How did success affect Liam? "He got drunk. For four or five years. I never saw him sober. I don't know whether he felt he didn't deserve any of the accolades, but he was trying his hardest to destroy everything, that's how I saw it. Like not turning up for American tours."

If you want to sum up Oasis in one anecdote, this is it. The third album, Be Here Now, was rising in the US charts, and with a grand tour to come they were set to conquer the States. Only Liam gets a phone call at the airport from his then wife Patsy Kensit and decides to return home to househunt. Noel decides he'll be fine on his tod, the band hurl a few barrels of abuse at the press, and America decides it doesn't like Oasis after all. With the world in their grasp, they blew it. "It would be like U2 turning up and the Edge going, 'By the way, Bono won't be here tonight but don't worry, I'll do it for you.' "

It's surprising how often U2 are a reference point for Gallagher, but it makes sense - while U2 are just about the most professional (and clinical) outfit going, for many years Oasis were just about the most shambolic. "People love us more for the fact that we went to America and did what they probably would have done - we had a bit too much to drink and we said the wrong things. And they love us for the fact that we never nailed it there and we keep going back and plugging away." The American tour taught him another lesson. Until then he had assumed that because he was the brains and engine of the band, the grunt with the whining voice and hyperbolic sideburns was a mere accessory. After he took over the singing duties for the tour, he soon realised that most of the fans came to listen to the band and stare at Liam.

What did America do for their relationship? "It's always been the same," he says. "I'm not one of those boys from the home counties who'll sit there and seethe and write poetry about him. I give him a clip round the ear and call him a fuckin' knobhead and then we move on."

Would he say they were friends? He's not sure. "If I don't see him from one end of the year to the next when we're not gigging, that's fine by me, and by him. The safety valve is knowing that eventually you end up in a rehearsal room together writing songs. But he's one of the few people who can make me laugh out loud and vice versa. For someone who's not got a sense of humour he's hilarious. He's got a weird way with words. Only me and him can say the things we say to each other..."

Were they ever jealous of each other? "There's a real journalistic way of going, 'Well, Liam would always want to be Noel cos he's the talent and he writes the songs, and Noel would always want to be Liam cos he shags all the supermodels.' Yeah, you can say we snipe at each other all the time... You'd have to put me on a couch and hypnotise me."

The thing is, he says, Liam was born lucky. Fact. "I'm not jealous of him, but I can't understand why someone would get on stage and attack me and not him." A few months ago a "fan" in Canada pushed Noel off stage and he broke three ribs. "If ever there's a bottle thrown on stage, it always manages to miss him and hit me in the back of the head. My point is he always lands on his feet. I always land on my arse. I've always had to work for everything I've got, and he's always just in the slipstream."

As the crowd gathers before the show, I spot three young Liam lookalikes - always Liam, the cool one. I ask one of the Liams why he thinks Oasis are still so popular. "The atmosphere. A lot of the songs are big singalongs, get your mates together, get pissed, have a good laugh," he says.

An Oasis gig is unlike any other I have been to. It is more football match than concert. The young men (mainly boys, actually) walk in with a pint of lager in each hand - more for throwing than drinking. As soon as the gig starts, mini beer fountains fly through the air like so many teenage ejaculations. As boys push their way into the mosh pit, they are patted on the back - young soldiers off to do their time at the front.

There are a good few girls here, but this is a lads' night out. When the band play the ballads, they come together, arm in arm, singing every word, living the dream. From the band, there's no small talk, no niceties, just singing and yearning. Sometimes the band stop and allow the audience to do all the singing and yearning for them.

Four nights later, we're in Glasgow. It's just as bleak, just as bitter. Gallagher has a cold and is knackered, but he's ecstatic. "I've been up all night watching the election. To sit and watch all those states swing to a leftwing politician is amazing enough, but the fact that he's a black man is just mind-blowing. Wow!"

Again, we're in Liam's changing room, and Gallagher is talking about how Oasis reinvented themelves after two of the original members, Paul "Bonehead" Arthurs and Paul "Guigsy" McGuigan, left in 1999. "That's when Oasis mark 2 started. We became more professional. Bonehead was a big drinker and Guigsy was always stoned. So when Andy Bell and Gem joined, I guess they felt they couldn't just rock in with a bottle of Jack Daniel's in one hand and a spliff in the other. They were easing their way in and that helped Liam and me be on our best behaviour."

What interests me is how he managed to keep going when he thought his best work was behind him. He says maybe he shouldn't have done. After Wonderwall and Don't Look Back In Anger became national anthems, he struggled. Paul Weller gave him the best advice when he told him that one day the songs would stop coming, and he musn't force them. He ignored him. "Between Be Here Now and Don't Believe The Truth, which spans five years, I was putting out records for the sake of it. We shouldn't have bothered, I didn't have anything to write about."

The trouble is nobody told him he was writing rubbish songs. Liam would tell him everything was great because he'd be desperate to get back in the studio and record something new. "A lot of it I listen to and think only an egomaniac would convince himself that that was worth putting on. I say to my manager, 'You told me it was brilliant.' And he goes, 'Well, you don't tell the goose that laid the golden egg that his arse is blocked up, do you?' " If he'd been really brave, he says, he would have called it a day after Definitely Maybe. "Morning Glory is for the squares... It's up there with all those great crossover albums like Thriller, and the greatest-selling albums of all time like Phil Collins and Genesis."

I ask him what a wonderwall is. He smiles. "There's a film called Wonderwall and George Harrison did the music. It's about a guy who lives in a bedsit and in the next room to him is a hippy student. He spies on her through the hole in the wall and he christens it the wonder wall. It was made in 67, appalling film - I thought what a great word, though."

These days, he says Oasis is a more democratic band - although he is still the main songwriter, all of them contribute. On the latest album, Dig Out Your Soul, there are two outstanding tracks - Falling Down is written by Noel, I'm Outta Time by Liam. The album has done well around the world, even in America where Oasis reached the top five for the first time since Be Here Now and the disastrous non-Liam tour.

I ask Gallagher if he thinks the songs have returned. "Yeah," he says, with less certainty than normal. Does he think he could write another Definitely Maybe? "No. I wrote that album when I was 21/22, and the people who picked up on that album were 21/22-year-olds. You can only do it once. We went on that tour and we were the same as them. We had no money, the people in the crowd had no money. We're rock stars now, we don't live in the same circumstances as any of these kids, so you can't even begin to write from a position of where they're coming from. But there's a point that lasts for about three years where you're in the same circumstances, you look the same and you dress the same as your audience, and that, my friend - you cannot buy that. I'd give it all up to go back to those three years.

"Listen, I'm 41, I've got two kids, I don't expect a 16-year-old to be looking to me for inspiration. It's the Arctic Monkeys' job now. I've done my bit. Now we go in the studio and it's just like, let's make some records, let's do it cos we love it."

There aren't many other contemporary bands he rates. "People say I seem very negative about new music - well, if somebody asks me what I think of Keane, I'll tell 'em. I don't like 'em. I'll obviously take it a step too far and grossly insult the keyboard player's mam or summat, but I'm afraid that's just me." His most famous insult was directed at Blur's Damon Albarn and Alex James when he said he hoped they'd die of Aids. Unforgivable, he says - he was so young, and off his head to boot. "Looking back now that fight's all so pathetic over two really quite shit pop songs." How do he and Albarn get on today? "He's a great artist," he says. "He's different from me. I'm not an artist - for me, it just comes out. He does Chinese operas and that kind of thing, he's got more strings to his bow than I'll ever have." So how do they get on? "There's always been something between me and him, and I don't know what it is."

At the aftershow party, Gallagher's girlfriend Sara is showing me pictures of their one-year-old boy Donovan. "What d'you mean, he's sweet?" she says. "He's more than sweet." There is no sign of Liam. She says he generally disappears after the gig. "He goes off quietly with Nicole [Appleton]. They're not really party types. Noel likes to chat, you can see, can't you?"

Gallagher's actually playing the DJ - flicking between the Beatles, Bob Dylan and the Hives, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. He says if the children were here he certainly wouldn't be doing that. "The kids rarely come to see the band, and when they do it's a dry night. You wouldn't be like Keith Richards, smoking fags in front of the kids, man, it's not right, is it?"

The drummer from the support band Sergeant has been giving Gallagher an earbashing all night, telling him how thrilled he is. "I told my mum I was supporting Oasis, and she just said, 'What time will you be home?' " Gallagher laughs. He tells me he has never seen crowds as young as tonight, and he doesn't really get it. "That freaks me out a bit, and I'm starting to get self-conscious thinking, wow! I'm some old dude, man, and they're all going mental for these songs I wrote."

It is strange, but there's a good reason Oasis continue to appeal to kids - unlike the Beatles and Stones, say, their music hasn't evolved. And although Gallagher is now one of rock's elder statesmen, his attitudes haven't much changed either.

Well, some have. It's 1am, the party's been going for a couple of hours and he looks around at all the young aspiring pop stars. "Right, let's be having you," he says, in his best pub-landlord voice. Time for bed, he says. "You've all had your fun."

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: Magical Loopholes

Chapter 25: Highlights and Lowlights

Things were going…well…they were going. His night and day were peppered with small moments, moments that were good and moments that were bad, but all of them kept him moving forward, one foot in front of the other. Returning from his workshop to slip into bed beside Belle in the early hours of the morning, feeling her roll back into him and mutter his name sleepily, that was a good feeling. Leaving her only an hour later to get up and go to work, that was a bad feeling. Getting into the shop and seeing the shards of glass he's smashed up yesterday before leaving and hadn't cleaned, that was a low point, but using magic to repair the cabinets so that it looked as though nothing ever happened, made it better. Managing to go to the town line and cast a spell that allowed him to bottle samples of the magic at the Town Line, that was a positive piece of progress, not knowing where to begin with those bottles was a kink in his celebrations. Going home and having lunch with Belle was the same oasis it had been each and every day, but the call he'd gotten from her right before he'd left reminding him to bring home the art supplies he'd been purposefully forgetting was frustrating.

It was his own fault. When they'd stayed in bed talking over the weekend he'd let slip the news about the bulletin board he'd seen in town, the one where people where posting pictures and drawings of loved ones. Fortunately, he'd remembered himself enough not to mention that her father had done a very poor, very wrong drawing of her, one that he was still keeping at the shop, but ever since he'd told her about it, she'd been asking him to bring her back art supplies for her. She had asked about her father that day, he'd answered that he honestly didn't know where he was. It was the truth. He didn't have a tracker on the man, at that moment he legitimately didn't know where he was, he could be at home, or the shop, he could have been out at the Evil Queen's mansion protesting for all he cared. But he didn't know. So, it hadn't been a lie.

Still, after that conversation when she'd begun to ask for "art supplies", he'd known what she wanted them for. That was why he'd "forgotten" them. This time, when she'd finally appeared to master the telephone and asked for them herself before he left for lunch, there was no avoiding it. He told himself that it could have been worse. She could have chosen to ask him about his past and either forced him to lie or danced around not answering her at all.

But that night, when he saw what she'd actually drawn, he realized that simply drawing a picture of her father wasn't the worst thing that could come of it.

After she'd cooked dinner, he'd begun dishes and other clean-up tasks while she sat at the kitchen table and worked on her drawings. That was the first time he noticed that she was working on not one but two drawings. Two…one for her father and another for…he hadn't gotten a clear sight of it yet. Certainly not her mother, they both knew that she was dead, but perhaps there was another distant family member that she'd been close with. He practically swallowed his own tongue when he thought of the boy she'd once brought back to the Dark Castle. Samuel, that had been his name. He'd never quite found out about who they had been with each other, but he'd wanted to take Belle away with him and cared for her a great deal. He'd let him go and never seen him again at least not that he could remember. For the first time, he found himself wondering if that was a mistake, if he should have killed him or if he needed to look for him just to make sure-

He was being ridiculous, jealous. She was here with him, she shared his bed, his life, he didn't need to worry over silly things like that when he had a Curse to break.

"What do you think?"

His heart raced as he rung out the rag he'd been using on the counter tops then looked over his shoulder at the drawing she was holding up. A picture of her father, not the mysterious second individual, but not exactly a man that inspired great admiration in him either. Regina's story of the old man locking Belle up so that she killed herself might not have been true, but that didn't mean he wasn't responsible for a great number of other grievances. Bile rose in the back of his throat as he stared at the picture that was a little too accurate for comfort.

"I think it's surprisingly detailed," he managed to choke out before finishing his work at the sink. It was the only good thing he could think to say. He knew she loved to read, knew she loved to clean, but until she'd held that drawing up for him, he hadn't a clue that she was also an artist a far better one than her father. "I didn't know you could draw," he commented, changing the subject as he came to sit beside her. He hoped he might get a glimpse of the mysterious second portrait she'd been working on.

"I was a Princess," she shrugged. "It would have been improper not to learn how to draw. Besides…I didn't know you could clean."

He smiled at her jest, at the way she raised her eyebrows and managed to insult him while making him want to kiss her at the same time.

"There was a time long ago before you were born that I didn't have a caretake to rely upon. And good help is always hard to find, no matter what realm you're in.

She laughed as she shook her head and returned to her work. They'd done this sort of joking in the castle, when they were relaxed with each other, to see it return to her instead of anxiety and wonder at the world around her…that was a highlight of the day. Finally catching a glimpse at the other picture she was drawing, was not a highlight. He picked the finished drawing up and examined it closer in disbelief. Dark hair, chiseled chin, cold eyes, haughty expression; he recognized that face. Not her father or a family member or even Samuel. Her former fiancé…Gaston. He'd been prepared, in a way, for her pronouncement that she wanted to find her father. But he couldn't have been prepared for her saying she wanted to find him, not after the way she'd described him in the castle. "I never truly cared for Gaston." She'd said that. So why was she so preoccupied with finding him now?

"I still don't understand why you need to find him."

"Well…" she sighed casually before taking the drawing from him. The expression on her face as she looked it over was comforting in a way. It wasn't care or concern he saw there. Curiosity, perhaps, maybe even a bit of sadness. But it didn't help him to understand. "As vain as he was, I did know him. I didn't love him enough to want to be married to him, but he was part of my life for a long time and…I just want to know he's all right, Rumple. For me, not for him. I don't suppose you've seen either of them around town, have you?"

Honesty or nothing. Just because he wasn't bound by magic, just because he hadn't made a deal with her when she thought they had didn't mean that he wanted to lie to her. Yes, he had seen her father around town, not since the Curse had broken, but he could probably get a hold of him fairly easily. And as for Gaston…he'd never told her that he'd killed him already and he couldn't see himself doing it now. He couldn't be honest with her, so he chose to continue staring at the picture and give her no information at all and allow her to interpret the silence as she wanted to.

Suddenly she shifted beside him, put her pencil down and overturned the picture of Gaston so his face was out of sight. She took his hands in her own and looked up at him. "Love comes in different forms, Rumple. I love you differently than I love my father. Just like you don't love me the same way you loved your son."

"I know," he answered, feeling his hands tighten over her own.

Jealous. She thought he was jealous of Gaston or else scared that she was going to leave him for her father. She was only correct on one of those counts. He was scared she was going to leave him, in fact he was almost certain it was going to happen one day. One morning she'd wake up and notice the monster she went to bed with, and she'd want to leave him behind. He could accept that. He'd promised to keep her safe all the days of her life whether she was with him or not. If she went back to her father…that might be harder than he wanted it to be. Maurice had caged her, kept her closeted, used her as a bargaining chip more than once in a war against ogres…if she had to leave, he didn't want her going back there. The idea that these drawings, if ever hung on the bulletin board as intended, might reunite father and daughter, that they might grow closer, that they might figure out Gaston had died at his hands…it made him shiver. Was he staring at the catalyst to the end of what they had? Was their time together already coming to a close?

"Come on," her voice penetrated the silence, forced his eyes up away from where they'd drifted to the picture of her father. She was up and out of her seat and pulling on his hands to rise with her, taking him away from the table, away from the memories and the faces. "Let's sit out back."

"Sit out back." In all his years in Storybrooke he'd never sat out back on the patio. He'd never seen the purpose of it, certainly not in his good pants and since he owned nothing but good pants there was simply no reason. The sun was setting, it would be dark soon, it might be growing warmer during the day, but it was still chilly at night, and he couldn't fathom why she'd want to sit outside in a dress that barely covered her shoulders. But he followed. Because something about even the simplest of requests from her rendered him useless to fight back. She sat down on the steps, and he followed suit so that she could thread her hand over his arm and lean her head against his shoulder.

"Why, exactly, are we sitting here while it's freezing?" he asked, playing the role of Scrooge just so he could get his mind off her father. It wasn't a bad question, to be honest. She would catch cold if they spent too much longer here.

"We are enjoying each other's company like we always do, we're just doing it outside this time. Since you prefer me to stay in the house while you're out, this is the only time I have."

That was a fair and valid point. He figured he had to wait at least another five minutes before he could make the argument that it was too cold and insist she go back inside. In the meantime…he turned his head and kissed the top of her head. She sighed into him, and it was then that the wind blew a scent that was distinctly her own in his direction. Her own scent…he hadn't realized how he'd missed it. Since they'd been living together their scents had begun to twine together in a way that complimented each other's beautifully. He hadn't smelled her uniquely for days now. It was a welcome scent, but also a lovely realization. She'd begun to smell like him, and he'd begun to smell like her. He didn't ever want to lose that. If her father came back into her life and took her from him-

"I love you, Rumple," she insisted as if she'd read his mind. "Whether or not I find my father and Gaston won't change that fact."

"I know," he answered honestly. It wouldn't be finding her father that would change that fact, it would be listening to her father, to the rest of the world, learning what happened to Gaston. He hadn't ever thought that he'd have to answer for killing that man when he'd done it, he hadn't ever assumed she'd care enough to want answers for him. Why it was coming back to haunt him, of all his sins, all these years later was something he couldn't understand. "But you told me you didn't care for him. You said-"

"I don't care for him and never will. I just need to be sure he's all right in this world. It's like…this strange feeling I have that he's not."

Fuck.

"And your father-"

"Whether or not he approves of this isn't something I care about."

Whether he approved wasn't something that he cared about either. Whether or not he took this light from him, the light that he saw in Belle and snuffed it out again when it was just starting to burn bright…that was what he cared about. That was what he couldn't allow.

He felt her turn to look at him, his neck burned as she stared at him but he refused to yield. The answer was simple. Those drawings could not make it to the bulletin board. He couldn't allow it. For her sake, not just his own, he couldn't let her father get to her yet, not when she'd only come this far. She wasn't ready to be on her own in this world with neither of them. Of course, that begged the question, would he ever be able to admit when she was ready to live without him? Would he be able to let her go?

Suddenly the fingers he'd been tapping nervously together were frozen by the presence of her own fingers lacing with his. Her head fit perfectly against his shoulder, his mouth fit perfectly against the crook of her neck, and their hands matched beautifully…how was he supposed to let her go when the time came?

"I left them once for a reason, Rumple," she whispered. "Many reasons actually, but one of them was that they didn't understand me. They didn't see me and I doubt they ever will. Not like you do, no one sees me like you do. You were the better option once and you're not just the better option now, you're the only option, the best option."

He turned to meet her gaze and felt guilt twist in his belly the second he saw that she believed that. He was the best option for her now, but he knew it was only because this was what she knew. The second she left, the second she had other options and saw other ways of independence-

"I have no intention of returning to the life they planned for me," she assured him. "I just need to know they're all right, that their life here is good…like mine is wither you."

He forced a smile to his face. He believed that in part. She'd never let her father auction her off to the highest bidder again, she'd certainly never marry Gaston or be Queen and bear royal children, not so long as they stayed in Storybrooke and Gaston remained dead. But as for the rest…

"I believe you," he smiled just so that he could watch her smile and drag him down to kiss her. He squeezed her hand and kissed the top of her head before letting his smile safely falter as he stared into his own backyard. He believed her when she said that. But he also believed that just because someone believed something, that didn't make it true. Information could change opinions and beliefs-they could change people too. She was smart, her opinion could be changed with more information. He imagined her opinion would change with more information.

So, for now he was content to hold her close while he still could and watch the sun set in the distance until he moved a hand over her bare skin and felt the chill himself. "You're cold. Come on, let's go back inside."

"Rumple," she muttered as he moved to pick up his cane and get himself on his feet again. "Will you take those drawings into town for me tomorrow morning? Put them on that bulletin board?"

He sighed as he stared out at the lawn. Honesty or nothing. He couldn't let those drawings back it to the board. He wasn't ready for this to end. So he settled on a truth that was easily misinterpreted.

"I'll take care of it," he answered honestly. He'd take care of it by burning the pictures to ash so they never saw the light of day again.

[punk-chicken-radio]

Megastar Monday: The Kinks

 Good morning chickens,

I have to be on the ball for the next two weeks chickens, I don’t have any time for messing around with the intros as I am almost in the timezone in which the show originates. Okay so I am four hours out, but that still cuts my time by four hours. Where am I you ask? I have been sent to Brazil for a couple of weeks, which is a nice change from India and Russia.

But enough of that, lets talk about today’s Megastar Artist: The Kinks. I really have to send a big thank you out to @loveaxiomatic for suggesting them. I had forgotten how much I dig the Kinks. Looking through their catalogue of music really re-introduced me to some great music.

The Kinks are an English rock band formed in Muswell Hill, North London, in 1964 by brothers Ray and Dave Davies. They are regarded as one of the most influential rock bands of the 1960s. The band emerged during the height of British rhythm and blues and Merseybeat, and were briefly part of the British Invasion of the United States until their touring ban in 1965 (as a result of constant fighting between the brothers). Their third single, the Ray Davies-penned "You Really Got Me", became an international hit, topping the charts in the United Kingdom and reaching the Top 10 in the United States. Their music was influenced by a wide range of genres, including rhythm and blues, British music hall, folk and country. They gained a reputation for reflecting English culture and lifestyle, fuelled by Ray Davies' observational writing style, and are considered one of the most influential groups of the period.

Early works included albums such as Face to Face (1966), Something Else (1967), The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society (1968), Arthur (1969), Lola Versus Powerman (1970), Muswell Hillbillies (1971), along with their accompanying singles. After a fallow period in the mid-1970s, the band experienced a revival during the late 1970s and early 1980s with their albums Sleepwalker (1977), Misfits (1978), Low Budget (1979), Give the People What They Want (1981) and State of Confusion (1983). In addition, groups such as Van Halen, the Jam, the Knack, the Pretenders and the Fall covered their songs, helping to boost the Kinks' record sales. In the 1990s, Britpop acts such as Blur and Oasis cited the band as a major influence.

Ray Davies (lead vocals, rhythm guitar) and Dave Davies (lead guitar, vocals) remained members throughout the band's 32-year run. Longest-serving member Mick Avory (drums and percussion) was replaced by Bob Henrit, formerly of Argent, in 1984. Original bass guitarist Pete Quaife was replaced by John Dalton in 1969, and Dalton was in turn replaced by Jim Rodford in 1978. Session keyboardist Nicky Hopkins accompanied the band in the studio for many of their recordings in the mid-to-late 1960s. In 1969 the band became an official five-piece when keyboardist John Gosling joined them, being replaced by Ian Gibbons in 1979, who remained in the band until they broke up in 1996; a result of the commercial failures of their last few albums and creative tension between the Davies brothers. In 2018, Ray Davies and Dave Davies said they are working with Mick Avory on a new Kinks album. ~Wikipedia

With 24 studio albums (and 4 live) to their credit, I can only imagine how fantastic a 25th album will be. Ax and I did our best to bring you music from just about every album the Kinks have released. We hope you enjoy!

Girls will be boys and boys will be girls kisses,

Love Axiomatic and the Punk Mummy

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[bbybucky-fics]

All hands on deck

request: Hey love, can I request StevexReaderxBucky? All early 20s. Reader works with law/business. She was close with Bucky or Steve(you choose) growing up/in high school. But they just lost touch. Reader meets Steve/Bucky for the first time & they live in the same building. Reader finds out either one/both Steve & Bucky are strippers. Maybe readers inexperienced but flirty (sleeps w/people she likes). Nat & Reader are sisters- they're both gorgeous & close.

pairing: steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

word count: 6017

warnings: smut, threesome, oral (male receiving), fingering, breath play, praise kink, stripping, small amounts of dry humping

a/n: 9 pages and five hours later! also changed a few aspects of the request so the fic worked well.

The moment you walked through the entrance of your apartment complex, you knew something was different despite not knowing what it was. You tried to push the feeling away as you made your way to the elevator smiling at your neighbours as you did, you may have been tired after a day of hard work but nothing stopped you from being polite to those around you.

As soon as the elevator doors opened with a ding you quickly scurried your back against the cool metal wall and your head leaning back as you let out a long sigh. You were beyond tired as well as beyond annoyed, your boss made you stay at work two hours later than usual and you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was go to your apartment and crawl into your bed and sleep until you woke up the next morning for work.

The elevator ride went quickly (which you were thankful for) and soon you found the doors opening to your floor. You practically sprinted to your door despite your lack of energy and when you reached the entrance to your oasis you were met with the familiar sight of red curls and a smirk leaning against your door. It was Natasha your best friend who lived on the floor above you and lived in your apartment more than her own.

Your shoulders dropped slightly, you loved Natasha you did but you were too tired to even smile at her let alone have a conversation with the red head. “Oh don’t look so upset, I come bearing good news and by good news, I mean delicious gossip,” Natasha said and you rolled your eyes because too many times had you come to your door and Natasha had been standing there waiting for you to tell you about the scandalous personal lives of one of your neighbours.

You fished the key to your apartment out of your handbag that looked like a war zone on the inside and after nearly five minutes of digging deep your fingers clasped the metal and you were unlocking the door to your house. Natasha followed in behind you practically jumping up and down with excitement, whatever she had to tell you had to be good.

The moment you got into your apartment you sat down on the sofa in the living room peeling off your ridiculously high heels and letting out a deep sigh of relief. Natasha sat down on the chair opposite you (the chair that had become hers) and smiled widely at you her eyes twinkling with mischief – a look you had seen Natasha sport too many times.

“What?” You asked shaking your head slightly at the expression on Natasha’s face as well as her fingers rapidly tapping against the arm of your chair; she only did it when she was holding something in.

At your question, her face broke out into a wide smile glee washing over her features and her tapping increased. “Well since you asked so nicely Y/N, I’ll tell you.” She teased, a smirk now dancing on her blood thirsty lips.

You sat back and watched as Natasha took a deep breath and divulged, “Looks like some new people moved in on the floor above mine. Two men, two very handsome and bulky men who will make you weak at the knees.” You swore you heard a moan drip from Natasha’s ruby lips when she was talking about her new neighbours.

You shook your head in disapproval at the look on her face before asking, “Who are they?”

Your question seemed to make Natasha happy because she was smiling from ear to ear, you didn’t think you had ever seen the red head smile so much in one sitting. Whoever the two were, they were definitely special because Natasha was as giddy as a school girl with a crush. “Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. They are sex gods in the flesh, they’re so beautiful they could reduce a grown woman to tears.” Natasha answered practically drooling over the two new hot neighbours.

“You know I’m gonna tell Clint, I’m sure he would love to hear what you have to say about them. I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn't appreciate you fawning over other men” You threatened with an amused smile on your face, Natasha shrieked in laughter her eyes twinkling once more.

“You can tell him but that’s not gonna stop Steve and Bucky from being so damn hot.” She said and then your mind went back to their names, you remembered the name Steve Rogers vividly.

The look of epiphany on your face made Natasha quirk a perfectly manicured brow at you. “You know them?” She asked as a look of realisation dawned on your features.

“Steve, yeah. We used to go to school together, we were practically joined at the hip.” You said smiling fondly at the memories of you two together at school.

You were pulled out of your memories however by the sound of Natasha laughing. “What now?” You asked eyes furrowing slightly in confusion which made only made Natasha’s laughing increase.

“I forgot to tell you one thing about them,” Natasha said a devilish smirk gracing her features, you looked at her telling her to explain but she simply shook her head in response.

“Forgot to tell me what?” You pressed because now you were curious. Steve left town nearly ten years ago but now he was back and with a friend and living in your apartment complex and you needed to know more.

Natasha’s pressed her lips into a thin line, keeping quiet on what she knew. “Oh come, Natasha, tell me!” You demanded but Natasha shook her head.

“Are they dating or something? What is it?” You asked and at the idea of them being together, Natasha laughed because the two were straight and they had their eyes on one particular person.

“No, they’re straight, trust me. But I think it’s better if I show you, it’ll be easier.” Natasha said and you groaned because you were too tired to go anywhere but you also knew Natasha and you knew she wouldn’t stop until you went wherever she wanted you to go.

“Fine, I’ll go but I won’t be happy about it.” You said and at your words, Natasha laughed head thrown back as laughter tumbled from her lips.

She flashed you a wink before saying, “Oh trust me, you’ll be very happy about it."

As soon as darkness replaced blue skies you found yourself sat back in an uncomfortable metal chair at a male strip club. You didn’t know what on Earth you were doing there but whatever the reason Natasha sure was happy about it. The two of you were sat away from the stage but not far enough that the strippers couldn’t spot you and give you a peek at what they were offering.

You felt incredibly exposed and uncomfortable in a room surrounded by horny woman and bachelorettes. You only came there because Natasha was stubborn and wouldn’t give up without a fight. Whatever it was that was in store you were not looking forward to.

“Get ready Y/N because what you’ll about to see will change your life and hopefully put a smile on that face on yours,” Natasha said and you rolled your eyes because you doubted whatever you were going to witness would be that great.

“I see you’ve been here before.” You said and you expected Natasha to nod but instead, she shook her head.

“I haven’t but I heard from Wanda that this particular show isn’t one you would like to miss.” Wanda was Clint’s little sister who Natasha was close with so the news didn’t shock you in the slightest.

You shook your head and mumbled, “You and Wanda are just as bad as each other.” Natasha laughed, her lips moving but before she could speak the lights went low and a voice boomed around the room.

Your eyes locked on the stage when an older black man with an eye patch came on stage and announced, “Ladies the act you have all been patiently waiting for. They’re the men you think about when you’re having sex with your husbands, they’re the men who you want to get kinky with. They’re The Avengers.” The man said and at his words, squeals and screams sounded throughout the room.

You looked at Natasha who simply smirked at you as the room went completely black, you had no idea what was going on but you could tell others around you knew exactly what was in store. Suddenly lights flashed on and seven men were on the stage as well as the man with the eye patch.

Everybody’s eyes were trained on them and you felt yourself doing the same and when you did you swore you saw the face you had seen during your childhood.

“Now I know most of you ladies know who these men are but for those of you who are new here I’ll introduce them.” The man with the eye patch said smirking out at the crowd.

He pointed to the man on the far left, he had blonde long hair and muscles the size of boulders and he was wearing armour. “Here we have the God of Thunder Thor who knows just how to make it rain.” He introduced.

He then pointed at the man next to him, “Next we have the playboy of your wet dreams, Tony Stark or as you’ll be screaming tonight: Iron man.”

“And then we have the rage machine who loves to rip his clothes off but he prefers that you do the work, The Hulk.” The man in the eye patch said as the room erupted into screams at the men on stage.

“Next we have a freedom fighter who likes to call you by his name: Captian America.” He said and your eyes locked on the man dressed in red, white and blue. Your eyes focused on his face and you knew you had seen that face before – it was Steve, this was why you were here because your childhood best friend and new neighbour was both hot and a stripper.

Your eyes went wide and then went wider as the man in the eye patch announced the next man on stage, “He’s got a metal arm that can be used for all of your wildest dreams, The Winter Soldier.” Your eyes locked on the man and he was even bulkier than Thor and Steve were, he was delicious and you couldn’t help but find yourself drooling over him.

“That’s Bucky.” Natasha said beside you as the man in the eye patch announced the rest of the dancers but you didn’t hear, too focused on Steve and his friend who looked like they belonged to Mount Olympus.

“Fuck, they’re hot.” You exclaimed as your eyes landed on Steve and his friend once more. Natasha chuckled from beside you but said nothing as the man with the eye patch vacated the stage.

The music started as soon as he left the stage and your eyes never left Steve dressed up as Captain America and Bucky dressed in all black with a metal arm that was just as sinful as the way their hips gyrated to the beat of the song.

You sat back in your chair as Steve fell to his knees on the stage, his legs opened wide as he tore the top of his costume open exposing his chest which was adorned with tattoos. Ladies beside you squealed as his fingers ran over his abs, the abs that you could picture kissing and licking, the abs that made you bite your lips. Your eyes never left him as he grinded down onto the floor expertly removing more items of clothing before he was practically naked and grinding against the floor with such need you had to clench your thighs together.

Natasha watched you out of the corner of her eyes before they locked on Bucky who was giving a bride to be a lap dance but his eyes were trained on you and you only. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you bit your lip or the way your chest rose and fell, he could picture your tits bouncing up and down as he fucked you so hard all you could think of was him and his cock.

You were so focused on Steve and his pert ass that was practically staring you in the face that you failed to notice Bucky who fucking himself on a woman’s lap to the sight of you. Natasha was watching him however with interest because the man looked like he was about to blow his load all over the woman (not that she wouldn’t have loved it.) Your eyes were trained on Steve as his crotch came down hard on the floor as money was flung at him like it was nothing. His eyes caught yours, your breath catching in your throat as his eyes devoured you in all of your glory, his motions only became quicker as you bit down hard on your lip so hard you were sure you drew blood. He wasn’t the only one watching because Bucky was close to cumming in his pants at the sight of you.

He knew he had to have you and so did his best friend who like Bucky was losing all self-control when it came to you sitting there and being the most sinful of sights. They wanted you moaning and writhing beneath them and you wanted the exact the same thing.

Their show came to a close earning whines from the patrons but you sat there still, hot under the collar and slick coating your thighs. You needed a drink and you needed one now.

“I need a drink.” You said eyes glancing over to Natasha who smirked at you.

“Oh, I think you want to be sober for what you do next.” She said winking at you before her eyes glanced to the man in black approaching you and her.

Your face contorted in confusion before Natasha stood up knowing to leave and to let you have your fun. She placed a hand on your shoulder and said, “Have fun.” She gave you another wink before walking away. You didn’t know what was happening until all was made clear by the man in black.

“I’m Brock Rumlow ma'am, I’m here to bring you backstage on the request.” He said and although you already knew you still asked.

“On whose request?” You asked and Brock smirked at you.

“The Winter soldier’s.” He said but that wasn’t the name you were expecting. You couldn’t contain your curiosity so you hesitantly followed Brock backstage to a small private room where Bucky was waiting wearing nothing but a pair of jeans that tried and failed to conceal his hard bulging cock.

He smirked up at you, his tongue peeking out and swiping over his bottom lip as his eyes raked over your body. The next thing you heard was a groan of appreciation and he was walking up to you, his metal arms wrapping around your waist.

“God you’re fucking breath taking doll, you know that?” He asked and you shook your head trying your hardest to not moan at the feel of his cock against your thigh and dangerously close to your soaking wet pussy.

“Don’t worry babydoll, I’m gonna show just how beautiful you are.” Bucky said his metal arm dipping down to your ass massaging the flesh, he was practically growling as he kneaded a handful. The feel of his arm was amazing and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was real.

Bucky’s lips pressed to your neck, he dived in without any warning and the moan that dripped from your lips like honey were the only noises Bucky wanted to hear the whole night. Your hand came up to his long hair pulling on the thick tendrils, a slap landed on your ass and he bit down on your neck in appreciation at the pain and pleasure of you tugging on his hair. The half scream that left your lips was purely sinful and Bucky knew he would do anything you wanted as long as he could hear you scream his name at the top of your lungs.

Through moans and high-pitched pants, you asked, “Is it real?” Bucky smirked against your neck as his teeth raked over the newly bruised flesh. He knew exactly what you were referring to so he pulled away from your neck smirking up at you, his eyes practically yelling at you to fuck him.

“It’s real babydoll.” He assured and he didn’t miss the way you clenched your thighs together in desperation. He sneaked a hand down to his trousers palming himself through the rough material as his metal arm cupped your cheek. “What do you want me to do with it babydoll? You want me to fuck you with my metal fingers, do you want to ride them till I have you cumming all over them. Do you want me to lick them clean like I want you to suck my cock? What do you want me to do with my metal arm?”

His words made you sure the entirety of your thighs were covered in your juices, the way the dirty whispers rolled off his tongue that you wanted between your legs and on your clit made you want to touch yourself. You forget his question but then his metal fingers were rubbing over your shirt, the cool metal hitting your nipples under your shirt and you were glad you didn’t wear a bra.

“I want you to choke me with it.” You said and Bucky groaned bucking his hips into yours, his hard cock hitting your wet pussy, you moaned his name wildly as he kept up his ministrations. He had been close to coming from just watching you but now that he had his cock pressed up against your clothed pussy he knew it was only time before his climax crept up on him.

His lips dropped to your ears and his next words were everything you wanted and more, “And so does my friend.” He said eyes glancing over to Steve in the corner who was sitting on the sofa in the room steadily pumping his fist over his cock. You wondered when he had slipped in but you didn’t care because all you wanted was to wrap your lips around the base of his cock and make him groan as sinfully as you made Bucky.

“I have a feeling you want that too babydoll.” Bucky said and you nodded your eyes never once leaving Steve’s cock.

Bucky’s eyes followed yours and he smirked, nodding over to Steve who smirked in response. “Come over here babygirl, come get what you want,” Steve said and you practically collapsed to the floor because things were heating up but luckily you could stand the heat.

“Yes, Captain.” You couldn’t stop the words leaving your lips even if you tried, Steve growled at your words and you felt Bucky’s teeth clamp down on your neck once more he was leading you in between Steve’s legs.

You licked your lips at the sight of his leaking cock, he removed his hand quickly allowing his fingers to tangle in your hair as your warm lips attached to his tip. He couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips into your mouth making you gag slightly before you hollowed your cheeks taking as much of him as you could take in your mouth. You worked your hand over what you couldn’t take as Bucky stood behind you ridding himself of his jeans and his boxers he took his cock out, it slapping against his belly before he brought it to his hand. He couldn’t stop himself as he thought about you sucking his cock like you were doing with Steve.

You didn’t stop, you couldn’t - you found yourself addicted to his taste and the way he pulled on your hair only made your motions quicken. He was fucking your mouth by the time Bucky had his cock out steadily fisting it at the sight of you taking all of Steve’s cock down your throat. Deep guttural groans rang in the air as the two friends couldn’t keep their eyes off the way you worked your mouth and tongue over Steve’s cock. You bobbed your head up and down on Steve’s cock reached as far as it could making you gag loving the pressure of his cock against your throat.

Bucky felt himself reaching his orgasm, he couldn’t help it he was close to blowing his load just watching you bite your lips but watching you greedily slurp at Steve’s cock was a whole other story. His eyes couldn’t leave your tongue as it swivelled and swirled around the base of Steve’s cock before taking him all in your mouth once again. He could imagine you doing the same thing on his cock and the man beside you wanted nothing more than to come hard and fast down your throat. He wanted to see you covered in his cum.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” Bucky shouted and the next thing he knew your lips were off Steve’s cock and you were kneeling between his legs your tongue peeking out between your lips looking up at him expectantly.

“Want it, I need it.” You whimpered as Bucky pumped his cock as fast as he could at the sight of you ready and waiting for his cum to drip down onto your tongue. Steve watched with interest his own hand finding his cock and Bucky pumped his cock a few more times and hot droplets of Bucky’s come found their way to your tongue. You hungrily swallowed all that he gave you and begged for more because you couldn’t get enough of his sweet taste. He gave you all he had, his whole load spurting on your tongue some dribbling down to your lips that you licked clean eagerly.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking good for us babydoll. We’re gonna fuck you so hard.” Bucky promised as one of his metal fingers came down to your chin collecting his cum and presenting it to you. You took the finger into your mouth without hesitation licking it as hungry as ever for his taste.

“You want more?” Bucky asked and you nodded feverishly.

Before you knew it you were back in front of Steve’s throbbing cock and his come was dripping down onto your tongue and lips. “Fuck!” Steve exclaimed as he came, your lips attached to his cock eagerly lapping up all of the white hot cum that was better than any drug. When you were sure you had licked every droplet of cum from his cock, you bit your lip and looked up at the man.

“I need something.” You whined and the sound made both men simultaneously groan.

“What do you want, babygirl?” Steve asked his fingers finding your jaw and messaging it to relieve any pain and tension.

“Your cocks.” You whimpered and Bucky and Steve didn’t know how they were gonna last with the way you were whining for them to fuck you.

“Stand up babygirl.” Steve ordered and you did so.

You felt Bucky come behind you pressing kisses to your neck as slid stood up from the chair in front. “Gonna get rid of all these clothes then we’re gonna give our babygirl exactly what she wants, aren’t we Buck?” Bucky nodded before pressing a kiss to your neck.

“We’re gonna fuck you so hard babygirl you’ll never want to fuck anybody else.” Bucky whispered against your neck before he gave you another mark that made you moan so hard Steve felt his cock hardening once more.

You let them take care of you, their strong and calloused hands peeling off your clothes till you were as naked as they were. Steve led you to the couch as his fingers massaged the hardened peaks of your nipples, you sat down your legs opening wide and both men groaned at the sight that they were welcomed with.

“Shit. She’s so wet Steve, can’t wait to get inside of her.” Bucky said as he sat down beside you. He pressed soft kisses to your shoulders to calm you slightly as found his hand straying to his cock because you looked beautiful spread out on the couch for him and Bucky.

You whined but Bucky quickly shushed you, “Don’t whine babydoll me and Steve are gonna fill you up don’t worry. Gonna fill you with our cocks and have you screaming our name.” Bucky reassured and you nodded whimpering a little because you needed something, anything.

Bucky and Steve could see the look on your eyes and they were going to give you everything you wanted. Bucky brought his fingers to your pussy groaning in delight at how wet you were before pushing two fingers in and groaning when you clenched hard around his fingers. You moaned softly panting slightly as Bucky plunged his two fingers in and out of your pussy. You watched as Steve came and sat next to you, his head turning to yours before his lips pressed to yours swallowing your moans.

His lips entwined with yours as Bucky let you ride his fingers and daringly added a third, his flesh hand slipped down to his cock jerking it as your pussy greedily swallowed every inch of his thick metal digits. He loved the way your hips bucked up to his fingers your pussy engulfing them and taking as deeply as you could, he watched from the corner of his eyes as Steve’s tongue slithered from between his lips and into your mouth. He could faintly hear the sound of your moans against Steve’s lips and it only made him thrust his fingers into your quicker and harder. Bucky could imagine you taking all of his cock and just the thought made Bucky want to cum spilling out all over his flesh hand.

Your fingers twisted and tangled in Steve’s blonde locks pulling his lips closer to yours, you grabbed at his hair desperately as rode Bucky’s fingers so fast you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust of his of his thick fingers. You whined helplessly into Steve’s mouth as your thighs twitched and your whole body shook. Bucky felt it, he felt all of it and never relented, he couldn’t stop until he was licking your cum off his fingers.

It was when his metal fingers struck your g-spot that you felt pure euphoria hit you, you moaned softly and panted into Steve’s mouth at the feeling. You felt even more exhausted than you were before you came to them as you came down from your high. They let you take time as you did Bucky hungrily licked clean all of your slick he had gathered groaning like it was the best thing he had ever tasted (it was).

Steve wrapped an arm around your neck pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Gotta open you up some more babygirl, you good?” He asked and you nodded whining a little bit because you wanted nothing more than the both of them inside of you.

Steve pulled you into his lap his cock brushing up against your sensitive clit, he kissed away your whimpers as Bucky slid on the sofa laying down. Steve quickly laid you down on Bucky being careful to angle you away from Bucky’s cock because of how sensitive you were. He pulled your hips up before grabbing the bottle of lube down the side of the sofa, he coated his fingers in it before giving you a warning.

“Gonna open you now more babygirl, okay?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes Captain.” it was only a stage name but hearing you say it made him go insane.

Steve was careful as he approached your hole, one finger tentatively looming over till he pushed it in making you cry out in slight pain. “Shh, it’s okay babydoll Steve’s gonna take of care of you.” Bucky reassured before pressed kisses to your head trying to soothe you as Steve hesitantly thrusted his finger inside of you.

It hurt like hell at first but once you started opening up to him you couldn’t help the moans that tumbled from your lips. You could feel Bucky’s cock hardening beneath you as Steve pushed another finger into you making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. You couldn’t resist him, he was growling behind you pushing his fingers deep within in and making you feel so full it hurt your head.

You couldn’t stop yourself from rocking back onto his fingers as pleasure washed over, Steve sat back and watched loving the way your hole easily gulped up all of his fingers. He knew he couldn’t watch forever not with the way his cock was steadily leaking precum and with the way Bucky was glaring at him telling him to get a move on because like he wanted nothing more than his cock filling you up. Steve obliged removing his fingers and making you whine.

Bucky was quick to comfort you taking the words right from Steve’s mouth, “Gonna give you what you want babydoll.” Bucky said flattening your hair down before Steve slowly pushed his cock into your puckered hole. He stilled allowing you to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of you, he wanted to give you more time but then you were moaning his named egging him on and his resolve crumbled. It was like something possessed him because before he knew it he was thrusting shallowly into you making spikes of pleasure consume you.

Bucky snaked his hand down grabbing a hold of his cock before guiding it to your pussy pulling in just as Steve plunged in your other hole. You were so full and Bucky and Steve couldn’t help the manly moans that took over them as your holes greedily swallowed their cocks down. They couldn’t believe the sensations shaking their bodies as they thrusted into you, you could feel them both and it was the best feeling you had ever felt. You couldn’t help it, you found your hips moving before you could even think about it. The timing of your hips matching their thrusts was delightful and made you scream their name so loud they were sure their co-workers could hear but they didn’t care all they cared about was fucking you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for the next month.

“Babydoll, you’re so fucking good for us.” Bucky praised and you couldn’t help but glow at his words, bucking your hips faster onto their cocks. Bucky smirked and so did Steve because they knew how much you liked the praise and they would keep on giving you it until all three of you were coming.

“You like it when we fuck you hard like this, don’t you babygirl?” Steve asked as he and Bucky pounded into you so hard white filled your vision and the only thing you could feel was their thick cocks inside of you and the pleasure their thrusts brought you.

You nodded your head and replied, “Fuck yes. All I want is for you to fuck me till I collapse.” They took that as a challenge wanting to do exactly that.

“Don’t worry beautiful once we’re done with you, you won’t be able to get up.” Bucky promised before he pressed his lips to your’s catching you in a heated kiss as Steve’s hand came up to your neck squeezing it slightly before you pulled back from Bucky’s lips.

“No.” You said and they didn’t understand till you placed Bucky’s metal arm on your throat pressing into the flesh. “Squeeze it, hard.” You said and Bucky obliged taking all air from your lungs as he and Steve’s cocks plunged into you so hard and fast you knew it was only a matter of time you were gone.

Bucky’s grip on your neck didn’t loosen and you didn’t want it to, you wanted him to steal all air and breath from your body as his and Steve’s cock plunged so deep within your holes you screamed. You clawed at his grip on your neck as sobs racked over you, you couldn’t stop it was all too much. You loved every moment of it and your tears showed just how much. The men fucking you were worried but then you were moaning their name softly telling how much you fucking loved it that they took over you and made you cry and whimper and it was all because of their cocks and nothing else mattered.

They could feel it too, their climax strengthening and nearing as they fucked you with all the strength and speed they had. Their thrusts were purely animalistic and so were the growls that emitted from their throats as they felt your legs give out and your moans growing higher pitched. They wanted you to come just as much as you did.

It was when Bucky’s cock found your g-spot and when Steve was whispering in your ear about how much of a good girl you were for taking both of their cocks that you came. White flooded your vision and you collapsed against Bucky’s chest, him and Steve still thrusted shallowly inside of you wanting to be in the same state as you were.

You moaned softly despite how wrecked and hoarse your voice was against Bucky’s chest as his fingers ran through your hair trying to calm you as he and Steve kept rocking into you. They knew they couldn’t last much longer especially with the noises you were making and how your walls had clenched and tightened around their cocks when you came. Moans dripped from your lips and they devoured them, savouring the sweet sound as they too felt the strong hold of their own orgasms.

Bucky held you tightly against him as he and Steve came hard and fast. You whined softly as Steve slowly pulled out of you before you pressed yourself closer to Bucky’s chest. “It’s okay babygirl, we got you.” Bucky said once he had calmed from his high, he watched as Steve retreated fetching a blanket and a damp cloth from one of the other rooms.

You laid still and compliant as they held clean you up and pressed kisses to any part of your skin they could find. “You’re such a good girl.” They praised and your heart filled with warmth at their pride in you.

When they were done Bucky held you close to his chest as you wrapped yourself in a blanket, “Gonna take you back to our place.” He said and you nodded feeling fatigue and exhaust creep up on you.

“I can’t wait to see your apartment, neighbours.” You said tiredly making both of the boys laugh before they carried you away.