#wes borland imagines

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Body Paint- Wes Borland

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summary: you get all hot and bothered seeing your boyfriend (aka guitarist of one of the bands you’re touring with) dressed up in his show attire

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: this was requested by @mizfitneeds so thank u sm for the idea and i hope u like it 😭🙏 also i did not re read it so pls excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes

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it’s 1998 and my band, b/n, is on the family values tour with korn, limp bizkit, and a few other great musicians. this was a huge step for my band since we’re an all girl metal band, so touring with big bands will definitely get us seen. i’m not new to limp bizkit nor korn since i’m dating limp’s guitarist, wes borland. wes and i have been together for about a year, our 1 year anniversary coming up. he was actually the one who pitched the idea of my band to tour with them, head and jonathan actually liking the idea. today we were in west valley city, utah for a show and i was in wes’ dressing room helping him with his outfit for the concert. he decided with black body paint and his long black skirt.

“hey baby, can you help me with my back?” he asks, looking at me through the mirror.

“yeah of course.” i look up from my magazine.

i place it down next to me and get up, rolling up my sleeves. he hands me the body paint and i happily grab it. i wasn’t new to this process, having been with him on tour before. i scoop out some paint with my fingers and start to smear it on his back. i take the time to examine his toned back and the rest of his muscles. i’ve always known how strong wes is but i’ve never fully paid attention. my fingers danced along his porcelain skin, painting it. i bit my lip and try to ignore the feelings that are starting to creep up in my mind. wes is watching me through the mirror, an evil smirk on his lips.

“you okay there, baby?” he chuckles.

“huh? yeah, i’m fine. you ready to go out there?” i say excitedly, also trying to change the subject.

“yeah just-just got those nervous jitters, you know?”

“well like you always tell me before i go on, “you’re gonna kill it out there, baby” and you know it.” i wink at him and began to rub his shoulders, also getting paint on them.

“you know you massage me really well, i should ask for this more often.” he throws his head to the side.

“hmm, maybe you should. i also enjoy this.” i kiss behind his ear.

“you feelin’ alright, baby? you’re acting…not yourself.” his voice goes low.

i subconsciously began closing my legs, trying to stop that feeling in between them.

“yeah i’m doing fine! just that post performance adrenaline, you know.” i awkwardly chuckle.

i continue to cover his body with paint, ignoring his suggestive looks.

“alrighty, i think i got you all covered. you can do the rest, yeah?” i hand the paint back.

“maybe you can help with something else?”

i can tell there’s an suggestive tone in his voice and a certain gleam in his eye.

“i-uh…like what?” i nervously gulp.

“getting my stomach?” he grins innocently, handing me back the paint.

i sigh in frustration at his psychological teasing and take back the paint. i turn his chair around and motion for him to stand up. he listens and towers over me, looking down at me with his huge black lenses in his eyes. i begin to smear the paint all over his toned abs, hesitation in my touch as the dirty thoughts enter my brain again. i can feel his piercing gaze on the top of my head, following every stroke my fingers do.

“so, what do you wanna do tomorrow for our day off?”

“maybe sleep in? i know i wanna have my girl in my arms.” i feel him start to move his arms to hug me but i was quick to stop him.

“you’re covered in paint, wes. i don’t want it on me.”

“ugh, you’re no fun.” he huffs.

i chuckle and go back to his body. i’ve always loved how soft his skin is, how gentle it feels against my fingertips. i take in a shaky breath as i get closer to the waistline of his skirt. his strong prominent v-line was the only thing my eyes could focus on. i heard him lightly laugh, knowing instantly that he was watching me eye fuck him. i quickly finished up the rest of his body, giving him the paint back for good before excusing myself to the bathroom to wash the paint off. i take the time to splash cold water onto my face to calm myself down. i couldn’t get myself so worked up right now over wes. he’s already in his outfit, absolutely covered in black body paint so if we had a quickie it would be very obvious. i go back to wes’ dressing room, 15 minutes left before they go on stage. i walk in on him spiking up his hair with gel, achieving that classic wes borland hairstyle. i take a minute again to check him out one last time before taking a seat and resume reading the magazine i had.

the 13 minutes passed and now i was standing near the rest of limp bizkit who were at the side of the stage, getting ready to go out.

“you guys are gonna do great!” i tell them.

“thanks y/n/n!” lethal says with a smile.

“you gonna stay and watch?” wes asks me.

“of course.” i smile.

“good cause you’re the first person i wanna see when i get off stage.” he smirks.

he then leans down and presses a slow, long and seductive kiss onto my lips. my breathing stops and i swear so did my heart. i slowly start to kiss back but he pulls away, an evil smirk on his lips.

“see you after the show, baby.” he winks at me before they all rush on stage.

i mentally curse the tall sexy man i call mine.

“hey, y/n!” i hear my band mates call out.

i turn to look at them, all fresh and clean from their showers.

“you wanna go and hit some clubs? we’re feeling pumped after that show!” my guitarist exclaimed out.

“yeah! i’m ready to dance with somebody.” my guitarist winks then laughs.

“oh i would guys but i told wes i’d watch him play. maybe after the next show, for sure.” they all groaned at my response.

“pinky promise?” my bassist raised an eyebrow, sticking out her pinky.

“pinky promise.” i repeat back, hooking my pinky with hers.

“great! we’ll see you when we get back then!” my bassist says.

“that’s if she isn’t in wes’ bunk again!” my drummer jokes, elbowing them.

they all laugh and so do i because it’s honestly true, i basically sleep in wes’ bunk more than mine.

“yeah yeah, go on. be careful though, i need you guys for the rest of this tour!” i say jokingly but obviously being serious.

“yes mom!” my guitarist playfully rolls her eyes and they all make their way to whatever bar.

i turn back to the stage and watch as limp bizkit performs counterfeit. my eyes are dead set on wes the whole time, watching him make faces as he plays. i can already see sweat coating his paint covered body, a much needed shower is what he’ll need after. wes turns around to grab his water bottle once the song was over, eyes catching mine. he smiles at me before taking a quick swig of the liquid and placing it down. he sends a quick air kiss over to me before heading back to his spot. i blush at his actions and shuffle in my spot. time flies by and before i know it i see a sweaty wes approaching me.

“how’d you like it?!” he screams out, stretching his arms out for a hug.

i go to dodge it, not wanting to be covered in paint.

“it was fucking fantastic! you guys killed it!” i exclaim.

“i’m so glad you liked it, baby.“ he presses a kiss to my cheek.

“y/n! how’s my favorite girl doing?” i hear fred call out.

he’s approaching wes and i with jonathan right by his side. they both have beer in the hands, possibly a bit drunk.

“buzzed! you guys killed it! and i already know korn will too.” i smile at jonathan.

“you gonna stay and watch?” he asks.

“maybe? i dunno, i’m feeling a bit tired.”

wes suddenly pulls me in close before i could complain about his paint. i then feel his hand travel to the small of my back, distracting me from the conversation. i have no clue if he’s doing it on purpose or not but my mind was focused on him. i stare at fred with a blank face who was ranting on about whatever. wes’ hands start to dance along my back and travel high. my skin gets goosebumps and i slightly shiver at his touch. i turn to look at him, his eyes on the duo like nothings happening. i eye the sweat dripping down his paint covered chest and down his abs. i bite my lip and imagine the things i’d do to him.

“y/n? earth to y/n?!” fred shouts out, waving his hand in my face.

“hm? i’m sorry, i uh- i blanked out.” i awkwardly chuckle.

i see wes smirk out the corner of my eye and i knew i was done for.

“hey guys, i’m a bit tired and to be honest i wanna get out this paint. y/n and i will talk to you guys later, okay?”

“oh yeah, see you two tomorrow.” jonathan nods, suspiciously eyeing us.

wes began leading us to our room and i hear jonathan say something to fred.

“i bet you 2 bucks that she’s gonna end up pregnant by the end of this tour with the way they’re always fucking.”

“make it $20.”

i laugh in my head as wes leads us back to his room, my eyes focused on his strong back. those thoughts and that feeling between my legs came back and i was starting to become restless. we finally make it back into the dressing room and i was quick to lock the door. wes doesn’t notice my fidgety behavior and goes to sit in front of his mirror. i see him start to clean up his hands to take out this contact lenses.

“stop!” i blurt out.

he slowly turns around with a confused look on his face.

“k-keep them in.” i stutter.

i see his eyes scan my figure, pretending to try and figure out the reason for my behavior. his face goes soft once he seems how my thighs are squeezed together.

“tell me why.” he smirks, knowing exactly why.

“because you look hot in them.” i quickly admitted.

he motions me to sit down on his lap. i immediately don’t care about his body paint, i just want to be close to him.

“i’ve seen those looks you gave me earlier, baby. is something on your mind?” he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“nothing in particular, no.” i lie.

he can tell i’m lying, he always can.

“tsk, tsk, tsk. you gotta be honest with me if you want me to solve your problem. tell me exactly what you were thinking of.”

“your body. how strong your body is, how it’d feel to be against you.” i sheepishly admit.

my legs were on either side of his leg, my crotch placed perfectly on the top of his thigh.

i feel his hands grab my waist and start to slowly guide me. i follow his directions and start to slowly dry hump myself against him.

“fuck..i want you, wes.”

“thought you didn’t want this body paint on you?” he teases.

“oh fuck you. just kiss me, borland.”

he obeyed and strongly pressed his lips against mine. the feeling of his lip ring on my lips was something i’d never get used to. my hand goes to press on the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. i feel the paint smearing all over my hands and onto my arms. my other hand goes to run through his gel slicked hair, breaking it apart. i moan into the kiss which causes his grip on my waist to tighten. he speeds up the pace my hips are going, some slight pleasure erupting from down there. the texture of my jeans are too thick for me to really feel anything, so i abruptly get up from his lap and take them off. i shimmy them down my legs and kick them off as well as my shoes. i go back to his lap, only in my underwear that already had a wet spot. wes brought his band to them, feeling how wet i am through the underwear.

“does my body paint really do this to you?” he groans out.

i only moan back, my brain being shut off from the feeling of him close to me. he brings me back into another sloppy kiss and continues my thigh riding. this time the pleasure was 10 times more intense, the adrenaline in my veins pumping. i had a good grip on his shoulder, occasionally squeezing them when the pleasure gets a little too much. he keeps a good grip on my hips as he guides me even faster, a wet spot now on his thigh. i open my eyes and look into the mirror behind wes. the image of me riding his skirt covered thigh made me moan loudly into his mouth, the feeling of an orgasm approaching. i wish i could take a picture of what i was seeing because holy shit. i was riding my boyfriend’s thigh as he was wearing black body paint, black long skirt, and spiked up hair. as i watched me ride his thigh, my orgasm approached me faster. next thing i know i’m cumming all over his thigh, body coming to a halt.

i pull away from the kiss and press out foreheads together. we sat there catching our breaths as i calm down from the orgasm.

“so fucking wet for me.” he mumbles, looking down at the wetness on his skirt.

“take it off.”

“what?”

“take the skirt off.” i say breathlessly.

i shakily stand up to give him a chance to do so. he didn’t hesitate to quickly shove his skirt and boxers down his legs, letting his hard erection spring out. his tip was red and leaking with precum.

“already so hard? i barely did anything.” i tease.

he mocks me before roughly grabbing my hips and sitting me back down onto his lap. i run my hands all over his body, still not caring about the smudging paint. i then go to take off my shirt, exposing my braless torso.

“i fucking knew it.”

his hands go to grope my boobs, massaging them. i didn’t wanna waste any more time so i push my underwear aside and grab his dick. i run his tip through my wet folds. he moans out at the feeling and i shiver at the contact. wes’ hips suddenly buckle up which caused him to slide into me. we both moan out at the suddenness but continue with it. he starts to thrust his hips up, the sound of skin slapping echoed the room. his body paint began smearing all over me, getting all over the places our bodies connected. his hands roamed my body, gripping and squeezing any part he could. i ran my hands along his abs, getting his paint under my nails and clenching around him at the touch. the air in the room became hot in an instant, my skin starting to becoming sticky and sweaty. my boobs bounced up with every thrust, wes’ black eyes hypnotized by them. he leans down to press harsh kisses along my neck, sucking and biting them as well. he created dark purple hickies all over, not caring about the public eye. around the hickies he left black circles due to paint on his lips, marking me in many ways. he sucked at my sweet spot, my stomach doing flips at the feeling. wes had a hold on my ass, lifting me up to get a better angle for thrusting. he went harder and faster, a moan escaping my swollen lips.

my eyes were closed shut as i focus on the immense pleasure i was receiving. wes pulled away from my neck to watch my face, pure bliss covering it. he smirked at my reaction his to actions. he kissed me once again, this time sneaking his tongue into my mouth. our tongues danced and fought for dominance. dominance of what? i don’t know but we fought. that familiar feeling came back and was rising quickly. my knees start to feel weak and my body slowly starts to go limp. he noticed my sudden change in body language and realized i was close. he brought a hand to my clit and began rubbing. i always say it but i’m still damn surprised at how fast his fingers are. i was moaning all about into his mouth, pulling away eventually to moan out loud.

“come on, baby. i know you’re close.” he breaths out.

he goes faster with his motions, tipping me over. i cry out as i cum all over his dick, walls stuttering as i do so. the feeling of me clenching against him caused him to cum as well. i felt his spurts of cum inside of me, my cheeks instantly heating up. i wind down from my orgasm and collapse against his chest.

“maybe i should wear this more often.” he jokes.

“yeah, good luck finding someone to get your back.”

“we need to get you cleaned up.” he laughs at my appearance.

i sit up and look into the mirror, gasping out at the sight of me. i don’t know what i was expecting but i was covered in black paint. his handprints were shown on my boobs and splotches of paint littered my neck. my waist has also fallen victim. the area around my mouth was also covered in paint causing me to laugh. random spots on my body also got covered with paint.

“i look so silly!”

wes’ eyes brighten up at my laughter, a bright smile on his face.

“you wanna shower together? you know it saves water.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“hmm, okay. but there’s no way we’re having a round 3.” i scold him.

he chuckles at my words and helps me off of him. he kicks off his shoes and clothing as he guides us to the bathroom. we in fact did have a round 3.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Wes + This Look = Cozy Boyfriend Vibes

[claudy-writes-stuff]

WES BORLAND WES BORLAND PLEASEEEEEEE E

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

Sleeping Headcannons with Wes!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- He can be very clingy sometimes. A troublemaker too

- Sleeping with Wes was always warm comfy nights

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

- But you still love him

[pollutionbylimpbizkit]

[peppermint-candy]

Wes with long hair was a moment in time. It should be included in every history textbook and taught in every history class. Pictures should be on display in every museum and I don’t know why a documentary hasn’t been made yet featuring every recorded performance of Wes with long hair. It was a moment we can never forget and should respect and remember forever.

[goodmusicandcheapbeer]

⚢ NU METAL YURI ⚢

Jonathan Davis and Wes Borland are a lesbian couple‼️‼️👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻 ❤️🧡🤍🩷💜

[memobread]

wes borland fluff *as requested*

hey loves, daddy bread's back to unzip his fly and spurt out sum adorable wes fluff <3

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POV: u work at a morgue and come home super exhausted and drained, but Wes comes and cuddles u to death <3

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...WHOOOOOOOSH...

The howling, cruel snowy wind whipped through the thin windows of your 1998 Toyota Camry - as if God himself was preventing you from heading home because he felt like fucking with you that particular night.

...this is why i worship Rattama...

When you finally arrived home after reflecting on all the dead bodies you had to work with during your twelve-hour shift, you gathered up all your weak limbs and flopped over to the front door of the tiny, rickety yet cozy house you shared with your husband, Wes. With a heave of your exhausted self, you stumbled through the door, immediately getting hit in the face with a pleasant wave of warm, saturated air.

...wessy is home <3...

You took off your shoes and pattered up to the kitchen counter, where Wes sat editing an unreleased Limp Bizkit song. He wore his nerdy little black-and-green-striped sweater and comfy jeans. It took a while for him to notice you because of how honed in he was on his craft, but when he did, his pretty eyes lit up.

"...oh, hey babe...how was work?" Wes yawned, standing up to go give you a hug.

You hummed and slithered your arms around his waist.

"...it was tiring...as usual...how about you?...how was your day hon?..."

Wes rested his chin on your head and held you, rubbing your back gently.

"...it was okay..."

Wes took a strand of your hair into his mouth.

"Wanna go to bed?"

You nodded, letting go of him to lace your tiny fingers in his long ones. He led you to the bedroom and undid his belt.

"...lemme just slip into something more comfortable..."

Wes stripped lazily in front of you, stepping into a comfy pair of plaid pajama pants and remaining shirtless. Before he finished you made sure to give his round, plump, juicy ass a nice smack.

"...damn girl...double-cheeked up on a friday night?..."

Wes chuckled, landing a playful slap on your tummy. You snickered and stripped down, changing into a hoodie and sweatpants. Sure enough, Wes smacked your ass as payback.

"...i could say the same about you..."

Wes flopped onto the bed, holding up the thick, soft comforters to indicate that he wanted you to cuddle with. Of course, you happily obliged and crawled into the blanket-cave he created. You hummed and nuzzled into Wes's chest and wrapped your arms and legs around him like a koala, making sure to get as close to him as possible.

"...mmm i love you..." You murmured placing a sweet kiss on Wes's cleavage.

Wes hummed and rolled on top of you, spreading sweet kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. He nuzzled your nose and kissed your lips.

"...i love you too baby..."

Wes rolled back off and held you tight, playing with your hair and massaging your scalp.

"...i'm sorry about your day..."

You feathered a butterfly kiss on his sternum.

"...it's all good, sweet cheeks..."

Wes laughed and bit your arm, making you laugh and blush at the same time. Usually, Wes stripping in front of you and biting you with those sharp canines of his would turn you on, but you were too sleepy and in a wholesome mood, so you just giggled.

"G....Goodnight...." Wes yawned, kissing the top of your head.

"...g'night weh..." You purred, holding him tighter before you both fell asleep.

[3dollarbillyalls]

Wes: enjoying art

Me: enjoying Wes enjoying art

[nu-metal-confessions]

just once, i'd love for fred, sam, john, and dj lethal to allow wes to paint them + dress them all in a signature borland stage looks for a show. i think it would be really fun and entertaining to see.

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[are-we-really-doing-this]

The young Wesley rocking the Soundgarden tee.

[weswhoreland]

into my arms

wes borland x gn!reader

mature 1684 words read on ao3 based on this ask

You bonded over music.

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

Then, you met Wes.

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

“Is that Murder Ballads?”

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

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

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

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

A really good band.

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

Not that you've told him that.

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

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

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

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

“I’ve got it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

A lot.

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

“... Sorry.”

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

“Sorry?” You repeat.

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

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

“What?" You ask. "About kissing me?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

“... You do?”

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

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

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

“(Y/N)--”

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

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

Finally, Wes lets out a breath.

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

“Oh yeah?” You grin.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

Visit. That sounds…

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

Jesus, okay. You need to focus.

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

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

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

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

You think dinner can wait.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

One Year- Wes Borland

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summary: it’s you and wes’ 1 year anniversary and you decide to sing a song dedicated to him. after the show you guys celebrate in the dressing room.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: this was requested by @mizfitneeds !! apologies for taking forever to write this but i always love their ideas! also btw y/n is singing like jack off jill’s version of ‘love song’ 🫶

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i smiled as i stared out to the crowd, sweat glistening my body.

“okay guys, we’re gonna do something a little bit different tonight. this is dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend, happy one year wes.” i spoke into the microphone.

the crowd cheered as i smiled brightly. i turned around to look at my band mates, nodding at them. they began playing and everyone instantly started to scream out. we were doing a cover of ‘love song’ by the cure. i gave a quick glance to the side and came into eye contact with wes. i smile softly at him before singing.

‘whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am home again..’

memories of wes and i flashed through my mind as i sung. wes always understood me, more than anyone in my life.

‘whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am young again

whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am fun again, again’

~flashback~

i sat on a park bench, staring at the water glisten in the sun. next to me sat my wonderful boyfriend, wes. he was watching the water too, playing with my hand that he’s holding.

“i love you, you know.” he blurts out.

i was taken aback by his sudden words. he always blurts out ‘i love you’s but adding ‘you know’ made me nervous.

“yeah, of course. i love you too. what’s up?”

he fully turned to me, taking both my hands into his own.

“i love you so fucking much, so so so much more than you think. i always think about you every second of my day and i hate being away from you. so to get to the point, my question is…do you wanna move in with me?”

my stomach immediately bursted with butterflies as a giant smile appeared on my face.

“yes!”

he laughed before bringing me into a deep kiss, one full of passion. he pulled away and hugged me so tight.

~flashback over~

‘however far away, i will always love you

however long i stay, i will always love you

whatever words i say, i will always love you

i will always love you’

i sung those words as i made straight eye contact with wes, making it known that they were for him and only him. we played a couple more songs before we ended our set. i ran up to wes who immediately took me into his arms. i rested my face into the crook of his neck as he spun us around. i giggled at the action, earning a giggle from him as well.

“i love you so fucking much..” he pulled away and whispered.

“i love you so much too.”

“so fucking much?”

“so fucking much.”

he locked lips and a tiny spark was felt, igniting something in my stomach and between my legs. he could sense it too because once he pulled away he gave me a look. i bit my lip as he took my hand and led us to his dressing room. he shoved us inside and made sure to lock the door (cause last time he forgot chloe walked in on us. poor girl was scarred..). he turned to me and grabbed my face, placing a kiss onto my smooshed lips.

“i wanna make love to you..” he breathed out.

“you gotta make it fast…you’re on soon.”

“they can wait.”

he started to slowly take off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. i took off his shirt as well but i placed it neatly on a suitcase. we undressed each other until we were fully naked.

“god you’re always so beautiful. like an glowing angel.” i blush at his words.

he began to press kissing to my shoulders, making sure to kiss every inch of my skin. he worked his way down to my boobs, to which he only peppered soft kisses on. he grabbed onto my hips and led us to the couch, gently laying us down. he continued his kisses as i giggled at the feeling of his lip ring.

“wesss…we can’t be long.” i whine out, grabbing a handful of his gel slicked hair.

“very impatient, baby.” he smirked as he used a hand to pump himself.

wes and i never made love before so i was incredibly nervous. i know it’s sex (which we’ve had many times) but it’s different. the mood and feeling is what changes it.

“you ready?”

“mhm.”

he kept eye contact with me as he pushed himself in. i let out a soft moan and fluttered my eyelids shut. he began to thrust slowly which felt agonizing compared to the speeds i know he could go. he brought our lips together again, tenderly kissing me. he kept one hand on my hip and slowly guided me along to his thrusts. his fingertips pressed onto my skin harshly as he moved me. he pulled away from my lips and rested his forehead onto mine. we listened to each other’s breathing, feeling the love grow through our veins.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispered.

“i love you too, wes..” i pecked his lips.

the hand that was on my hip slowly traveled up my body and to my boobs. he slowly started to massage my right one, being so gentle with it. he adjusted himself which gave him easier access to hitting that one spot. i gasp out at the new feeling and grab onto his shoulders. i dug my fingernails into his skin, probably drawing a little blood. the atmosphere in the room felt sensual, hot and heavy but not in the usual way. i smile a bit to myself as i realize the man i love is making love to me. his lips found the sweet spot on my neck and began lightly sucking on it. i moaned out at the feeling and clenched around him. it didn’t take long so far that certain feeling to arise in my stomach.

“wes…”

“i know..i know baby..” he peppers kisses on my neck.

i tilt my head back to give him more access. it was already known that i had wes’ body paint all over me, his most definitely smudged.

“i’m so close, wes…please..” i whine out.

“go ahead, baby..” he mumbles against my lips.

i gasp out as i came all over him, eyes screwed shut. i arched my back, wes taking a chance to wrap his arm around my body to bring me closer to him. he didn’t even think twice as he came inside me, groaning out against my neck. my hot breath fanning onto my skin.

“i…love…you…” he said in between kisses that he left on my lips.

“oh no, your makeup is smudged!” i gasp out, reaching out to touch his paint.

“wanna help me fix it?”

“duh.” i laugh.

he helps clean me up and helps me put my clothes back on. he sat at his desk and i sat on his lap, fixing up the black paint.

“hey so, i wanted to talk to you about something.” his tone serious.

i clear my throat and shifted in his lap, letting him know i’m listening. i nodded to encourage him to continue. he instead grabbed my hips and helped me off of him so he could walk to his bag.

“i’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while..and since today is our one year i think it’s a perfect time.”

his back was to me as he held whatever he grabbed.

“what is it, babe?”

before he could turn around and talk, fred came pounding on the door.

“yo wes! hurry up with your guys’ fucking, we’re on soon!”

i heard wes mumble something before putting away the item.

“i guess another time then.” he chuckles.

i smile and nod as he approached me.

“you gonna watch us?”

“of course, let me just wipe your makeup off and i’ll be out there.”

“okay, see you soon.” he presses a soft kiss to my lips before leaving.

a part of me wanted to check his bag to see the item but i ignored that thought and went to grab a wipe to clean myself up.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

I can't be the only one who thinks this...

[claudy-writes-stuff]

having a school girl crush type crush on wes :3 you absolutely hate it on the outside but secretly adore it within :-) meanwhile wes acts as if he doesn’t know/isn’t aware… but lets say he may or may not have a secret shrine somewhere hidden in one of his closets at his house that contains drawings of you and lists of your favorite things you’ve mentioned previously to him :)

Wes Borland x Shy? Reader

Lightly sitting alone in the cafe waiting for Wes after he had agreed to meet up with you in here. Your fork lightly stabbing into the cheesecake, it was mostly quiet but upon looking a tiny ring was heard from the bell on the door. Wes stepped in and his face lit up as he saw, You lightly waved with two hands over to him, he walked over and put his phone on the table and hugged you into a snug embrace lifting you off your feet “Hey Y/N”

Wes lightly exclaimed. Spinning you around sweetly, He couldn’t resist to do that as he noticed your tense shy but happy expression, giggling as your eyes looked into his, sparkling with excitement “Hi, glad you made it here I thought you weren’t gonna come” you chuckled nervously. As you both sat down, he took a seat next to you, something (F/C) Colored (favorite color) flashed, You looked up at him. Gently stuffing some chew sake into your mouth as he smiled, teeth immaculate “So how have you been lately? You know I really missed you since the concert last time” He admitted sweetly. Eyes filled with interest and childlike curiosity as he also took a bite of cheesecake, a cup of (whatever really.) next to him, “It’s not much, I was just doing some work earlier. Why?” You blinked a bit, lips parting in thought, setting the fork down. “Nothing but I wanted to give you a gift after last time, sorry again�� he mumbled the last part in embarrassment. Last week you had given Wes a charm, homemade by you but he had broke it which made you upset, but he was going to make up for it. you wished he’d just notice your feelings for him already. The rosy cheeks subtle. He pulled out the thing in his pocket. Revealing it being a small plushie. It was a cute dinosaur that was (Your favorite color), Your eyes widened, heart aching as you saw your name stitched onto it. “Aww…”

You mumbled, sweetly taking it into your hands. Looking up at him with an innocent twinkle in your eyes, cheeks getting redder. He reached over and wiped some cheesecake off your cheeks and the corner of your lips as he spoke “Thought I’d make up for last week.” His eyes looked into yours. Genuine sincerity in his eyes as he scooted closer to you. He knew today at some point he was gonna have to reciprocate your feelings back to him. Because even though he pretended to be oblivious. He knew damn well you liked him, Like a schoolgirl

He tensed when your arms wrapped around him, he was surprised at you showing affection. You seemed shy and reserved most of the time. So he was surprised. But he rested his chin ontop of your head. Leaning back into his chair, making you lay on his lap. Legs by his sides. Dangling off the chair as your head buried in his shoulder. He lightly moved your bangs away from your eyes. Before wrapping tighter around you. Pressing his lips to your cheek, near the corner of your lip. Hearing a tiny whimper “You didn’t have to..M’sorry I made you pay for it” When seeing you hug him he knew it was a sign you were comfortable with him now. He smiled widely, holding you to him as you clinged like your life depended on him

He lifted your chin, getting closer to your face. Feeling his warm breath fanning against you. Kissing you wihtout warning but you gave in. Like a warm blanket on a cold day. His eyes opened. Seeing yours droopy and cute. So round, So sweet. With a light twinkle to them. His fingers twirled in your hair. Pulling you gently closer. Before he pulled away. A string of saliva connecting your lips to his. Feeling your lips quiver against his

“I love you Y/N” He whispered gently. Hugging you tighter than before.

(An alternate ending for Anon as requested : reader finds out wes has a shrine of them?)

You stepped foot into Wes’ house as you looked around. “You can leave your shoes by the door, Make yourself at home” He urged gently as he took off his own shoes before waiting for you to come along , Your shoes next to his looked like a child. Lightly following behind him like a fascinated kid in a candy store. His house was neat “You have a nice place” mumbling sweetly. Your lips parted and your head tilted in curious. Eyes sparkling in interest as you gently touched a glass bear trinket. You lightly took his arm. Cussing him to stop and look down at you gently. “Hey Wes?” You asked softly. A bit shy as you chewed your lip lightly. “Can we see your room?” You asked

No, No, No, No, No!, Wes thought, What if you found out about the shrine? Would you lose feelings? Reject him? Call him a creep? His thoughts ran wild in his head as he lightly furrowed his brows. Did you really wanna see his room this bad? He knew your feelings for him. He didn’t know how to reciprocate it was all. The pictures of you, Via drawings. Sketches of you all differently, catching all details of your face. Onetime you were a princess. Then a cute little bunny. All sorts of things. Some of the pictures Polaroid. One of them was you sitting in the playground with Wes. He was staring off at the field while you were playing in the sandbox. A little kid. In those suspender shorts and a Winnie the Pooh shirt. With a sweet happy expression. Grass on your little knees reminded him of the memories. He liked you a lot since day 1. When you both met at kindergarten. Wes’s mother knew your mother. So you hung out a lot. Getting separated in high school. But now reunited together again after so long it was only natural he’d miss you. He still remembered you. The innocent girl all those years ago. By his side.

He still remembered the toy bunny you gave him years ago. That toy..

“Hey Wes! I’m gonna go home, next time I come here I’ll tell mommy if I can play with you again!” Your eyes twinkled, Those youthful eyes, Wes looked back at you. His face flushed as he held the (F/C) Bunny in his arms. “Can…C-can you come back tomorrow Y/N?” He asked , stepping closer to you. Letting the bunny gently land on the swing as he hugged you. Tiny body against each other “I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” You giggled. Asking if he could keep bunny safe.

All those years ago. When you were in kindergarten. He always kept it safe. Not just the bunny, but all your other favorite animals. He had plushies of them in this big shrine. Pictures of you and him throughout the years. Toys. All sorts of things. But it was too late. He zoned out so much he didn’t realize you were gone. He was frantic as he saw you holding the bunny. Tears in your eyes, Fuck..We’re you going to reject him? Did you think he was a creep?

“Wes..” You lightly called out. Holding the bunny in your arms. Crying, did he really finally reciprocate his feelings? He even kept the bunny safe? All those years made your heart at ease realizing he loved you back. He wiped away your tears and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His nose nuzzling into your cheek. Comforting you and shushing you gently. His other hand running your arm up and down “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I can’t help it. Y/N. I love you” He gently reassured. Hugging you very tightly. The bunny dropped by your feet. You cried harder into his shirt. He liked you up and sat you on the table. Your legs dangling a bit. His eyes filled with sweet affection.

It was the day. You both finally dated each other. Who knew in the future if you’d both have kids. But it was very likely…

[korn-dogz]

Limp bizkit Imagines (x Reader)

Basically scenarios of the limp bizkit members

Incudes:

Fred durst

John Otto

Dj lethal

Sam rivers

Wes Borland

And yes these are all friends to lovers cuz I love it

Fred durst

Imagine you having to share a hotel room with Fred on tour

-you were hired as limp bizkits manger a couple years back, you got the job because Sam knew you and he thought you’d be a great manger

-you got to meet such wonderful people, one of them being Fred, right off the bat he was flirty, Sam told you that that’s just how he always is, so you didn’t think to much of it

-a couple years have gone by and Fred is still the same towards you, but one day things will all change when you and Fred had to share a hotel room

-they were on tour in the US and they stopped at a hotel to rest for a day or two, it wasn’t your decision to share a hotel room with fred but you’d do it anyway

-“alright well our hotel room is 106” you say and look down at the card the front desk gave you “let’s go then” fred smiles and goes to the room. Once you guys are there you open the door with the card, fred walks in and places his stuff on the floor “uh, Y/N, there’s um, only one bed” 

-you stop placing your stuff down at his words “what? Are you for real?” You walk over and see that Fred wasn’t lying, there was in fact only one bed “I can sleep on the floor Y/N” you appreciated his jester but you weren’t gonna let that happen “no no, it’s ok we’ll just share the bed, don’t worry” you were nervous about sharing a bed but you told yourself it was fine

-it was around night time and you and Fred were on the bed eating Pringles and watching tv, you held the small can in your hands for you and Fred to share “honestly I still think the original is better” Fred said looking over at you “Nuh uh, sour cream and onion is the best flavour” you debated, as if you guys weren’t close enough you noticed that fred started getting closer, you tried to not pay attention to what he was doing but it was driving you crazy 

-finally you felt Fred’s head on your shoulder and his arm locking up with his “I’m getting sleepy Y/N…” he says in kinda a childish tone. He reaches his arm out to turn off the tv, he was still laying on your side “do you want to go to bed then?” You ask him and smirk a bit “mhmm..” he speaks quietly but he gently pushes you down with him to rest. His head was on your chest and his hands are wrapped around your waist, he buried his head closer to your neck “good night Y/N…. I love you” the last part he said so quietly that you almost couldn’t hear him

-you smiled at him and whispered into his ear “I love you too fred, good night” you kissed the top of his head and wrapped an arm around him

John Otto

Imagine helping John because he got hurt (I got this from a video were john cut his head playing the drums)

-you’d been johns friend for a long time now, two years ago john told you that he was in this band called limp bizkit, you gave them a listen and you really liked them, you always admire John for being such a beast on the drums

-one day he invited you to watch them practice, you were very excited to see him in action, you came to his practice and watched them, they started playing a song that was called counterfeit, it started off good until john hit his head, you saw what happened and was worried about John

-“hey! Hey! Get someone in here quick john cut his head” Fred said, John walked off and you ran over to him to see if he was alright, he was looking at himself in the mirror,”John! Are you alright?” John turns his head to see you “oh yeah I’m alright” you have a worried look on your face

-he turns his full body towards you as you cup his face with both hands gently, you slightly turned his head so you could see the cut better “it doesn’t look that bad.. I’m just gonna put some rubbing alcohol and a bandaid” john smiles at you, you always loved his dumb smile “it’s nothing Y/N” John chuckles a little as he looks into your eyes, ”maybe, but I don’t want you getting hurt again”

-you let go of his face to find some rubbing alcohol and bandaids. Little to your knowledge, John has had a big crush on you since day 1, he didn’t know how to tell you because he’s a always been a bit shy around you, but he thought now was the perfect time “ha! I found them!” You smirk as you grab bandaids and rubbing alcohol

-you turn back to John as you grab a cotton ball and lightly dip it in the alcohol “this is gonna sting a bit John…” he nods his head as you apply the cotton ball on him, he lets out a hiss as his eyes shut “alright there we go!” You smile at him, his eyes soften at your smile as you look down to get the bandaid

-you peal off the white paper as you slowly apply the bandaid on John “all better now!” You both smile at each other “thank you Y/N you’re truly amazing” his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as you giggle “ of course john” you lean in to kiss the area of his bandaid, mwwwwwah! John looks at you blushing hard,

-john returns the favour and kisses you on the lips, you pull away quickly “ok john get back out there sweetie” he laughs at the nickname as he walks off. He never stopped thinking about that even when he was playing the drums

Dj lethal

Imagine dj lethal asking you to dance

-you and lee were friends for a couple years now, he tried to show you how to use a sp12 but ultimately, you kinda sucked, but lee never cared he liked being around you

-you hung out with his band quite a few times, and got along with them, Wes always joked about you and lee but you brushed it off as Wes being Wes, but lee always seemed flustered when Wes made those jokes, it made you wonder if he actually likes you

-one day you were hanging out with the band and Fred suggested that all of us go to a bar, you agreed and so did the others

-you 6 headed to the bar, it started off with a drink or two but now, they’ve had more then 7 drinks, lee and the others were tipsy and slurring their words “hey guys I think you should slow down on the drinking haha…” you had 2 drinks yourself but you were getting a bit concerned at this point,

-“pshhh I-im Fine” Fred said and went back to drinking, you looked over at lee who was sitting beside you and staring at you, but not in a creepy way, in a cute way, you smiled at him “hey lee, you ok?” Lee looked at you and smiled “yeah, n-now that you’re h-here" you giggled and looked away

-you heard a sound coming from the speakers in the bar “ok everyone, tonight is our special night were we open up the dance floor for couples who want to slow dance” you never heard of this but you shrugged it off, lee looks at you “hey Y/N…” he speaks quietly but you heard him “yeah?” You turn you head to face him “wanna dance?” We gives you his hand and smiles

-you looked at his hand and back at him “I’d thought you’d never ask” you take his hand and smile, he leads you to the dance floor and the song “and I love her” by the Beatles starts playing. He holds you close to him and puts both his hands on your hips, you rest your hands on his shoulders as the song continues playing “you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know that right? I really like you Y/N” lee leans in to kiss you, your lips meet and your hands move to cup his face

-“I like you too lee” you smile and pull him in for another kiss. The song ends and you two head back to the stop were the others were hanging out "so you finally told her?” Wes laughs “yeah..” lee looks down flustered you giggle at this, but at least he’s yours now

Sam rivers

Imagine Sam coming up to you while everyone is asleep

-you’re limp bizkit manger, it’s not easy dealing with them but when they did a colab with Korn you were grateful that you were their manger and not Korns

-limp bizkit Is going on their first European tour, and you booked a plane that had 2 parts to it, you and Sam were really close, you two had known each other since you were baby’s, it’s kinda why you got this job

-you were so excited to visit Europe for the first time. You helped them pack their bags and get their equipment, once you all were on the plane it was time to head off to Europe which would take 8 hours, it was a long flight but you didn’t really care, you made sure everyone was comfortable and fine before you sat down

-you decided to sit next to Sam, since he’s a pretty claim person so you’d like to sit with him “hey Sam, is anyone sitting here?” You pointed to the seat next to him “not at all, go ahead” he smiled as you sat down next to him “so, how long is this going to be again?” Sam asked you “8 hours, they’ll serve lunch and dinner which is what I payed for” you answered “geez that’s a long time, but thanks for getting us lunch and dinner” you smiled at him “anything for you” you looked down and started to finish some paper work

-for the next 5 hours Sam kept on thinking about what you said “anything for you" his heart fluttered at your words. They served lunch and dinner, now it was night time 

-it was about 11:30pm and you noticed that everyone was asleep and you were the only one awake, you still had paperwork to do so you left to go to the other part of the plane, around 11:50pm you heard footsteps coming towards you, you looked back and saw that it was Sam “Y/N? What are you doing up?” You chuckled “I could ask you the same question” you said in a quiet voice as to not wake up the others. He smiled and sat next to you “you finishing some paperwork? Need help?” Sam looked at you innocently “no, but thank you for asking, that’s the first time anyone has asked me that actually” and smiled and looked down to continue writing

-Sam grinned at you and rested his head on your shoulder, you froze not knowing what to do “thanks for always doing this for us Y/N, I know me and the guys never say it but we really appreciate everything you do for us” you started to blush at what he said “well it’s my job no?” You laughed and turned around to hug him “I really like you Sam, I mean like, im so happy I got this job you guys are my best friends and you’re always so funny, I couldn’t have asked for a better job" you buried your head into his neck.

-you pulled away to see his face, it was a mix of being flustered and happy, there was a moment of silence before he leaned in to kiss you, you kissed him back as fast as you could and wrapped your arms around his neck “I like you too baby” you blushed hard at the nickname as he kissed your neck, this was pure bliss for you

Wes Borland

Imagine helping Wes put on his black makeup

-you and Wes had been friends for 10 years now, you always listened to him and liked his drawing he made of you, you always admired him for his amazing guitar skills and his creativity, he went on to join a band called limp bizkit, you were the first person he showed the demo to, you really liked the sound of them, you knew that they were gonna be big

-you were right, they became a smash hit and everyone loved them, Wes wore silly costumes on stage that you loved, you always helped him out,

-one day he came up with a new costume and he needed your help, he described it to you, you’d like the idea so you agreed to help him out “ok, can you put this black paint on my back? Oh and make sure to get the back of my legs too" you laughed “sure” he handed you black paint and you started to put it on his back,

-your mind started wondering off to a different place when you rubbed your hands along his back, he had a nice figure, toned abs but not in a gross way, it was nice. You started gently massaging the black paint into his back when you heard him groan quietly, almost so quiet you couldn’t hear him, but you did and you smirk at the reaction you got out of him

-you began to massage him a bit harder then before “ok wes I’m done your back, I’m moving on to your legs now” he quickly responded with an “ok” as you crouched down to paint his legs black. You made sure to give him a good massage on his calfs to make him feel better when he’s on stage “I’m done!” You stood up and backed away a little to admire your work “thanks Y/N I appreciate the help” he turns around to face you

-it wasn’t much of a shock but his whole face and his chest was covered in black paint “you look great wes! The crowd is gonna love you" he blushes at you, although you can’t see it he makes it obvious “thanks” he says and looks down

-you thought this was the perfect time to make a move; you put your finger under his chin to lift his head up, he looked at you with a bit of surprise in his eyes, then you kiss him on his black painted lips “good luck out there, I bet you’re gonna do great wes” you giggled as you wiped the black paint off your lips and left him standing there in shock “thank you Y/N! I love you….” The last part was quiet but you heard him

[peppermint-candy]

Wes do a video showing off all your tattoos and talking about what they are please 🩷