#band imagine

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⛧ Ricky Olson x Reader ⛧

“Quickie” (Smut Oneshot)

Themes: Oral sex(giving & receiving), Kissing, Fingering, dirty talking, deep throating

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It was a hot summer day and you had just finished doing your makeup and hair. Usually you’d stay back home but Ricky wanted to spend more time with you so he brought you along for their summer tour.

The band didn’t go on until later tonight but everyone was still busy. As of right now Ricky was outside doing an interview leaving you alone on the bus which was rare. Finally some peace and quiet than the usual chaos you thought.

You went through your luggage trying to find an outfit to wear. The weather today felt like it’d melt off your skin so being half dressed seemed the way to go. You ended up picking a red bikini set and wore that with some high waisted black demin shorts that were maybe just a little too short. To accessorize you wore a few necklaces, some rings, and sunglasses all paired with your favorite pair of combat boots.

You pulled out your phone to take a couple selfies until you heard Ricky answering questions & laughing. You went over to the window and looked outside seeing him. Fuck, he looked so sexy. His ran his hand through his hair fixing it back. That always drove you wild. Without realizing you were just watching him the next few minutes, daydreaming of every position he could put you in.

He then waved bye to the camera and hugged the interviewer goodbye. He than started to make his way back over to the bus and suddenly you became so very excited. Just for laughs you decided you’d mess with him. You quickly made your way to the back of the bus where there was a small room. You hid behind the door out of sight trying to hold in your giggles.

Just then you heard the tour bus door opening and then closing.

“Hey babe, I’m back!”

You smiled hoping you’d get him good. Footsteps slowly approached closer and closer and then you took your chance. You jumped out quickly yelling ‘boo’ as he jumped getting scared.

“Haha I so got you!” you teased.

Ricky immediately glared at you as he got closer to you. You continued laughing at his reaction as he was now inches away from your face. Your back now against the wall he took his hand to hold your chin up to look at him.

“You think that’s funny?”

You laughed saying yes but Ricky stayed serious. His eyes met yours again and it was at that point you realized the situation. He was going to punish you for it. But not here right? Not right now at this moment? Someone could walk in you thought. You stopped laughing now but still giggled. Ricky brought his mouth to your right ear as his hand held your throat.

“Do you see me laughing hmm? You think I’m messing around? We’ll see how funny it is to you when I fuck that mouth of yours right here.”

You swallowed hard hearing those last few words.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry for scaring you. I won’t do it again.”

His grip tightened a little.

“Apologize all you want. Nothing is going to change what I’m going to make you do. Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”

He took a few steps back giving you space as he started to undo his pants. You got on your knees as you looked down the corridor of the bus hoping no one would walk in.

“S-someone could walk in Ricky…”

His cock was freed and he was hard already. You just looked up at him a little concerned.

“Well then I guess you better make this quick huh? Now stick your tongue out.”

You did as you were told offering your mouth to him. Your tongue circled the tip of cock teasingly just how he liked it. Your hands pumped from the base as you took it into your mouth now. His hand rested on the back of your head as he moaned.

“Mmh just like that baby. Such a good girl all for me hmm?”

He knew calling you that drove you insane. Especially during sex. That alone made you wet. Now you were taking his cock deeper into your mouth as you bobbed your head back and fourth. His grip now within your hair keeping that pace as you moved.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well. I think you can take it in deeper..”

He pulled out for a moment as you quickly wiped the excess saliva off from your mouth and took a breath. Relaxing yourself he entered your mouth again, now deeper. His hand gripped your head as he slowly began to fuck your throat.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that…”

He went faster as your hands gripped his thighs taking him all in. You wanted nothing more than to please him. A couple more fast thrusts and he pulled out giving you time to breathe. Moments later he entered again going fast. You hummed, the sound being muffled as it reverberated around his cock. Saliva was falling out from the sides of your mouth but at this point you didn’t care. His breathing was now heavier.

“Fuck, I’m so close already baby. You gonna be a good girl a swallow it?”

Your hands gripped his thighs tightly as you moaned with him still in your mouth. Your eyes watered but you tried your best to stare back up at him as he face fucked you. A few more fast thrusts and he moaned loudly releasing himself into your mouth. He pulled out as you swallowed his cum and gave yourself a moment to breathe and wipe your face.

“I just finished my makeup Ricky..now it’s ruined.”

Now he laughed.

“Aw my poor little baby. You can always fix it.”

“He pulled his pants back up as you sat on the bed now grabbing your makeup bag.

“I’m not finished with you yet baby..”

Now he knelt on the floor in between your legs.

“Let me make it up to you..”

He kissed your inner thighs as you set your makeup bag aside. God, he drives you crazy. You quickly undid your shorts as he helped you undress. Ricky couldn’t wait a second longer so he just moved your swimsuit bottoms to the side as his tongue licked between your wet folds.

“Mmm Ricky…”

His hands wrapped around your thighs as you pulled his hair back watching him attack your pussy. You felt his tongue circle around your sensitive clit as you felt that feeling start to build up. As his tongue flicked your clit he inserted a finger earning a moan from you.

“You taste so good baby. All wet for me..”

Just then you could hear few of the members outside talking and cracking jokes. You look over at the window but it’s closed and thankfully has blinds. Somehow almost getting caught excites you.

“Ricky, the guys are outside…”

He pulls away a moment from eating you out.

“So? If they hear, they hear.”

He goes back to sucking your clit as he now inserts 2 fingers.

“Fuck…Ricky, what if they walk in?”

He laughs as he looks up at you.

“Let them fucking watch.”

He starts fingering you now seeing your face fall back feeling so good.

“You want them to watch don’t you?”

You say nothing as his fingers rub your pussy earning a whimper from you.

“Tell me,” he says right up against your ear.

“Mmmm”

All you focus on is his voice and fingers rubbing you.

“Such a bad girl. Wanting the rest of the members to hear and see you. You fucking want that don’t you?”

He’s practically growling into your ear.

“Yes,” you say softly.

His fingers stop rubbing earning a whine from you.

“You can do better than that baby. Otherwise I’m not going to give you what you want.”

Just then you hear Vinny’s voice.

“Anyone see Rick actually? He’s been gone awhile.”

“Saw him doing an interview awhile ago. Not sure where he is now,” Chris responds.

Ricky just smirks at you as his fingers rub you slowly and teasingly. You want him to go faster but instead you just whine wanting release.

“Come on baby, tell me. You want them watching you? Seeing how much of a naughty girl you are?”

“Hey Rick you in there?!” Vinny yells at the bus knocking the side of it.

Ricky picks up the pace as you start breathe heavily.

“I want them…”

“You want them to what?” Ricky purs against your ear.

The members outside laugh at whatever they’re talking about and just the thought of them hearing or walking in gets you more excited.

“I want them to watch me…I’m so close..please Ricky..”

“Moan my name when you finish, I want them to hear.”

Ricky brings his mouth back to your pussy flicking his tongue against your clit. You lay back moaning as you grip the sheets feeling so close to your climax. Moments later you cum your legs closing around Ricky’s head but he doesn’t stop.

“Mmm Ricky!”

Your body shakes finally climaxing as he pulls away to look at you.

“Good girl.”

He kisses your mouth as you taste yourself. You catch your breath before going to the bathroom to clean up and put your shorts back on. The door opens to the bus and Vinny walks in seeing Ricky on his phone while sitting down on the couch.

“Bro I’ve been looking for you. Did you not hear me knocking on the bus earlier?”

“Sorry guess I didn’t hear you. Been waiting on (Y/N) to get out of the bathroom.”

“You don’t have to lie, you guys were fucking huh?” Vinny teased.

“Shut up, no we weren’t.”

Ricky was about to throw the water bottle that was next to him until you finally walk out.

“Oh hey Vinny. I’m finally ready babe. Let me just get my bag.”

You walk to the back room to get your stuff as Vinny shoots Ricky a glance.

“Oh yeah you guys definitely fucked.”

“Not even, shut up.”

“Why is her makeup smeared then?”

Vinny smirks as Rick is left speechless.

“Don’t worry man, I won’t tell anyone haha. If I were you I’d do the same. I got your back bro. Anyways all of us are outside wanting to get food so I’ll go wait back outside.”

Vinny leaves and Ricky comes to see you fixing your makeup.

“So uh..”

“What’s the problem?” you ask.

“Nothing just uh, Vinny know we fucked.”

You go silent feeling a little embarrassed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so loud.”

You hit Ricky’s arm as he sits next to you.

“It’s your fault.”

“Yeah yeah, but you enjoyed it didn’t you?”

You feel your face go red.

“It’s okay, I enjoyed it too. Maybe later after the show I’ll fuck you right here with door locked and have everyone hear you.”

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Aahhh! Hope you guys enjoyed reading you little sickos haha. I haven’t written in years but it feels good to write again honestly, I missed it! I still have so many more ideas for one shots I wanna do so I’ll definitely be writing those next. Let me know what guys think though, I’d love to know. Hope you are all doing well! Stay hydrated, take ur meds, be kind to one another🖤

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Imagine # 977

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

Summary - Nikki ditches you, and He steps in to raise the child as his own.

📝Note(s) - I did this one a little differently, in this one you get to choose who He is out of the Crüe boys. And you get to decide if it's real life Crüe or The Dirt Crüe.

⚠️Warning(s) - I mean I don't think I need to explain what's fucked up here...

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✨Mick✨

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When Mick opened the front door to his house, he was surprised to see (Y/n), teary eyed and suitcase in hand. "(Y/n), what's going on?" Mick asked, his eyes drowsy with sleep, as it was late in the evening. "Nikki kicked me out... I didn't know where else to go." She sniffled softly, wiping her tears away frantically. "What?- Why?" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Come inside." He ushered her in, taking her bag then following her inside. Once inside they walked into the living room, where they sat down on the large leather couch. "What happened?" Mick asked after a moment of silence. "We had a fight... A serious one... He kicked me out, and said he never wants to see me again..." (Y/n) bit her lip, stifling her pitiful whimpers. "What was the fight about?" Mick pried carefully. "I'm pregnant Mick... I'm pregnant with Nikki's child, and he fucking kicked me to the curb!" (Y/n) cried out, her body shaking as she wept. Mick scowled at the news, pissed that Nikki would pull something like this.

He moved from his place on the couch, and pulled (Y/n) into his arms, allowing her to cry onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry Mick, I don't want to be a nuisance, but I didn't know where else to go." She sniffled as she tried to pull herself together, Mick however scoffed at her words. "You could never be a nuisance (Y/n), you should know better than that." He scolded playfully, making (Y/n) chuckle softly through her tears. "Stay with me (Y/n), I'm not going to abandon you like that jackass." Mick added as he gently held her face between his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. "Are you sure Micky?" (Y/n) asked with big doe eyes, making him roll his eyes at the nickname. "Of course I'm sure, I'm here for you, and for the baby." Mick promised as he placed his hand against her still flat belly, his thumb brushing against her softly. "Okay Micky, thank you." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his soft hair. "You're welcome (Y/n)." He whispered softly, his heart swelling with the promise of having a family with a woman he had silently adored for years.

---Five months later---

(Y/n) hadn't seen Nikki or any of the other boys since he kicked her out, aside from Mick of course. And as far as Nikki was concerned she was no longer an issue, but the guilt ate away at him each night. And the guys just assumed she broke up with him and took off, having no idea about the pregnancy. In that time Mick and (Y/n) had become closer and closer with each passing day, until eventually Mick asked her to be his girl. Without hesitation she agreed and embraced him, her growing belly making it a little awkward at first, making them both chuckle. Today had been an especially rough day for (Y/n), after a long appointment at the hospital, and a grueling day at the grocery store, she simply couldn't stand the thought of staying home alone, while Mick went to rehearsals. "Why don't you come with me today?" He suggested as he held her from behind as she cooked a simple meal for them. "Nikki will be there." (Y/n) pointed out. "You can't exactly hide from him forever..." Mick pointed out.

"I know that... But he doesn't even know what happened to me, let alone that we're together now." She sighed, leaning back into Mick's chest. "I know... But regardless of the fact that he's an asshole for abandoning you, he deserves to know that you're okay... And that we're together." He pointed out. "How are we going to explain this to Tommy and Vince?" (Y/n) asked as her placed her hand over Mick's, which rest on her swollen belly. "This is my baby, Nikki didn't want anything to do with it. But I do. This is my daughter, our daughter." Mick voiced, making (Y/n) smile. "Okay Micky, this is our daughter, and no one else matters." (Y/n) agreed as she turned around in his arms, kissing him lovingly afterwards. "I'll go with you today, and whenever else you want me to." She smiled as they parted, resting her forehead against his. "Fuck the rest." Mick stated as he mirrored her smile. "Fuck the rest." She agreed with a small giggle.

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Later that day, just as promised, (Y/n) went with Mick to rehearsal. And the moment she walked in behind him, both Vince and Tommy literally dropped what they were holding. "Holy shit." Tommy breathed out at the sight of (Y/n)'s clearly pregnant belly. "What the hell happened to you?" Vince questioned as he and Tommy approached her and Mick. "Mick did you knock up Nikki's old lady?" Tommy asked Mick, who scowled at his bandmates. "Ex old lady." Mick pointed out. "You sly dog you." Tommy giggled at Mick who flipped him off. "Is that why you left Nikki?" Vince asked. "Nikki kicked me out, because that smack is more important." (Y/n) hissed, making Vince hold his hands up in surrender. "Shit sorry, he didn't exactly say anything about it." Vince shook his head a little. "Of course he didn't." (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

Not a minute later Nikki strolled into the room, clearly having been shooting up in the bathroom. "Fuck Mick, took you long enough to get here." Nikki chuckled, seemingly not noticing (Y/n). Atleast until Tommy and Vince moved out of the way, revealing her, and her baby bump to his glossy blue eyes. "(Y/n)." He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes locking onto her belly. "What are you doing here?" He licked his dry lips, his eyes shooting to Mick, who had placed a protective hand upon her belly. "I asked her to come with me today, the pregnancy has been hard on her lately." Mick stated with a hint of venom in his voice. "So you two are together now huh?" Nikki asked as he glanced to (Y/n)'s face. "Yeah, we're together." (Y/n) admitted. "And the kid?" Nikki asked, unsure of how to go about this. "She's my daughter." Mick cut in, locking eyes with Nikki, who accepted his answer with a nod of his head. "Let's get to it then." Vince butted in, both him and Tommy finding the conversation incredibly awkward.

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✨Tommy✨

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"Hello?" Tommy answered the landline, frowning immediately at the sound of sniffling. "Tommy." His heart leapt into his throat. "(Y/n)? What's wrong? Is everything okay? Is Nikki okay?" He began pacing around, worry seeping into his bones. "Tommy please come get me, please Tommy." (Y/n) wept from the other side. "Where are you?" He asked as he rushed to put on his boots. "I don't know where I am, please Tommy I'm fucking scared." (Y/n)'s voice shook. "I know Princess, calm down. What do you see? What's around you right now?" Tommy nearly fell over as he fumbled with his boots. "Um there's a skate park just down the road... A liquor store called Franklin Liquor... And a huge Billboard promoting your latest record." (Y/n) sniffled. "Okay I know where you are, stay right there, I'll be there in just a few minutes. Okay?" Tommy snatched up his keys. "Okay." (Y/n) agreed before hanging up the phone, remaining inside the phone booth to stay dry from the downpour of rain. Tommy bolted out of his house and into the rain, only wearing jeans and his boots. He fumbled with his keys and dropping them twice, as he tried to unlock his car.

Finally unlocking his car he all but fell inside, slamming the door shut behind him. And drove like mad, fearing the absolute worst. Did Nikki OD? Was (Y/n) hurt? What had happened? Finally he turned onto the road, quickly spotting (Y/n) within the phone booth. He put the car into park beside the phone booth, and rushed out into the rain. "(Y/n) what's wrong?" Tommy asked as he flung open the door, wrapping his arms around her when she flung herself into his chest. "Get me out of here, please Tommy." She wept softly. Tommy nodded his head in agreement, walking her out into the rain, and to his car. Once they were on the road, Tommy couldn't help but drum his fingers against the steering wheel. "Do you want me to take you home?" He asked after a few moments, while they sat at a red light. His heart jumping when (Y/n) audibly sobbed. "I can't go back there." She whimpered as she shook her head. "Is Nikki?" Tommy couldn't bring himself to ask. "No." (Y/n) shook her head again, knowing exactly what he was asking. "Okay..." Tommy breathed out a small sigh of relief, driving in silence back to his house.

Once the car was parked in the driveway, he rushed out into the rain to the passenger side. Helping (Y/n) out, and wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders, walking her to his house, then into the living room. "What happened (Y/n)? I need to know." Tommy asked as they sat down onto the couch. "Nikki..." She shook slightly, and Tommy grasped her forearms, looking into her eyes. "Nikki found out that I'm pregnant... And he dumped me..." She chuckled bitterly. "He literally dumped me on the side of the road, like I was some cheep hookup." Tommy's back went stiff, and his eyes wide. "You're pregnant?... And it's Nikki's?" Tommy wondered aloud, hissing a little when (Y/n) pitched him. "Of course it's his." She hissed at Tommy. "Ow sorry okay, I was just making sure." Tommy chuckled softly, before immediately becoming somber. "I just don't understand why he would do that." He muttered. "It's that fucking junk... He'd rather have it than me... And our..." (Y/n) placed her hand against her flat belly.

"Then it's his loss." Tommy stated confidently, taking (Y/n)'s hands within his own. "And my gain." He added with a bright smile, his words confusing (Y/n). "What do you mean?" (Y/n) frowned a little, making Tommy chuckle. "You're one of my closest friends in the world, I've loved you for years now, and I would be honored to raise this baby with you." Tommy explained. "What? Seriously?" (Y/n) wondered slightly dumbfounded. "Of course, you're a total babe." He giggled when (Y/n) playfully swatted his still damp chest. "Seriously though... You mean to much to me to let you just disappear from my life, because Nikki is being a jackass." Tommy brushed her hair back. "Let me take care of you, and the baby." He added softly, a tinder look in his eyes. "Okay... Thank you Tommy." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his shoulders, despite how cold his damp skin felt against her own. "Thank you (Y/n)... For calling me." Tommy murmured against her hair, smiling to himself, excited about what was to come.

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The following day at rehearsals, when Tommy laid eyes on Nikki he made a beeline for him. Without a word he punched Nikki in the jaw. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Nikki hissed at Tommy, who smiled at him. "That was for abandoning your pregnant girlfriend on the side of the road." Tommy's words shocked Mick and Vince, and made Nikki's stomach lurch. Without another word Tommy grabbed Nikki's face, and planted a dramatic yet platonic kiss onto Nikki's lips. "And that was for finally letting me have a chance with the woman of my dreams." Tommy explained as he released Nikki's face. Nikki scowled before spitting on the floor, wiping his face clean. "Fucking keep her." Nikki hissed, before storming off to the bathroom. Tommy turned to Mick and Vince with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Did Nikki really leave (Y/n) on the side of the road?" Vince asked. "Yeah downtown off of 6th Street." Tommy snatched up his drumsticks, and began drumming lightly against his thighs. "And she's pregnant?" Mick asked. "Yeah." Tommy nodded his head, making the guitarist scowl. "Shithead." Mick growled.

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✨Vince✨

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"(Y/n) is Nikki there?" Vince asked from the other side of the line, having been calling Nikki's house to talk about a new song. "No Vince, he's not here." (Y/n) sniffled softly from the other end, her voice cracking a little at the end. "Hey what's wrong? What did Nikki do this time?" Vince asked, his fist clenching and unclenching subconsciously. "Nothing Vinny. Look I gotta go, I've got some stuff I've gotta take care of." Now he knew she was lying to him, she only ever called him Vinny when something was seriously wrong. "Okay... I talk to you later, yeah?" Vince asked still clenching and unclenching his fist. "Sure Vinny." (Y/n) muttered before hanging the phone up. Vince frowned before setting the phone down, grabbing his leather jacket and keys immediately afterwards. "Bullshit." He muttered before storming out of his house.

Sighing when someone knocked on the door, (Y/n) tossed the clothes down and walked downstairs to answer the door. "Vince?" (Y/n) frowned at the sight of the blonde before her, who pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. "I already told you, Nikki's not here." She crossed her arms. "I know that." He shrugged before walking around her and into the house. "So what did he do this time?" Vince asked as (Y/n) closed the door behind him, walking passed him and back upstairs. "Doesn't matter Vinny, what's done is done." He grabbed her arm before she could walk into the bedroom. "It matters to me." Vince glanced over her shoulder, spotting her bags and scattered clothes. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked when he looked back to her, confusion clouding his eyes. "West Virginia to stay with my aunt." (Y/n) turned away from Vince, to continue her packing. "For how long?" He asked as he took notice of how much she was packing. "Indefinitely." That single word made Vince's world come to a screeching halt.

"What?" He frowned at her, his eyes darting around the room, noticing that she truly was packing everything up. "It means for good Vince." (Y/n) clarified. "I know what indefinitely means." He scoffed before turning her to look him in the eyes. "Why are you leaving?" He asked. "Because I'm just holding Nikki back." (Y/n) hissed with glossy eyes. "Because the band, and that dope are more important than me, and our unborn baby!" Her voice broke at the end. "Y-you're pregnant?" Vince's voice shook a little, ice seeping into his heart at the news. "Yes I'm fucking pregnant, and Nikki wants nothing to do with me or the baby. He broke things off with me, then stormed out of here, saying that he expects me gone by the time he comes back." (Y/n) spoke through her tears, her heart braking in her chest. "He said that?" Vince gripped her arms a little tighter. "Yes." She whispered before the tears spilled from her brilliant eyes.

Before she could utter another word Vince's lips crashed onto hers, kissing her with more passion than she had experienced in so long. When they parted for air Vince rest his forehead against (Y/n)'s, both of them keeping their eyes closed. "Please don't go." Vince whispered. "I can't imagine my world without you in it." His breath fanned across her moist lips. "Please don't leave me." His voice cracked a little at the end. "Vin-" He cut her off with another kiss, his left hand tangling into her hair, while his right hand found its place on her hip. "Don't go." He begged when they parted again, his eyes glossy with tears, now holding her face between his hands. "Vince I-." (Y/n) cut herself off with a sad smile. "(Y/n) I have loved you since we first met, and if being with Nikki made you happy, then I was okay with not having you." Vince licked his lips.

"But now... Now Nikki's broken your heart, and you're going to leave me behind, and forget about me." A single tear escaped his eye. "Vince I could never forget about you." They both chuckled softly through their tears. "Stay with me, be mine, and let me show you how happy I can make you." Vince urged with pleading eyes. "Are you sure, I mean..." (Y/n) placed a hand onto her belly, Vince knelt before her, placing his hands onto her belly. "I'm positive (Y/n), I've never loved someone the way I love you, and I would be happy to raise this baby with you." He kissed her belly before smiling up at her. "Just give me a chance." He murmured before rising to his feet, holding her hands in his own. "Okay Vince, okay." (Y/n) nodded her head in agreement, giggling when the excitement suddenly burst onto his face, kissing her in his excitement.

"Come on let's get your stuff out of here." Vince suggested as they pulled apart, quickly moving to assist her with packing everything else up, and taking it out to his car. As they were trying to pack up the last of her things, Nikki arrived home, scowling at the sight of Vince and (Y/n) both. "Damn the whore found a new dick to jump on already huh?" Nikki spat, his words making Vince's blood boil. "Shut the fuck up Sixx." Vince warned. "Or what?" Nikki mocked, but before Vince could do anything rash, (Y/n) caught his arm. "Just leave him Vince, he's juiced." (Y/n) pulled his arm. "What about the rest of your stuff?" Vince asked, knowing there were still a few things to get. "Fuck it." She shrugged before tugging his arm. "Are you sure?" Vince asked. "It's just shit he's bought me anyways, so fuck it, fuck all of it." (Y/n) pulled his arm again, convincing him to walk to the car.

"That's right get the fuck outta here, both of you!" Nikki shouted, clearly drunk like (Y/n) had observed. She rolled her eyes and slid into the passenger seat of Vince's car. Before Vince could even start the car Nikki came storming out of the house, with several glass ornaments he had bought (Y/n) over the years. "Jesus Christ." (Y/n) sighed as Nikki began shouting incoherently, before throwing the ornaments to the ground, smashing them each one by one. "Let's go before he does anything else crazy." (Y/n) encouraged Vince, who agreed without a word, backing his car out of the driveway. "Christ he's lost it." Vince commented as they got out onto the road. "It's that junk, it's driving him insane." (Y/n) muttered softly, glancing back at Nikki going crazy in the driveway.

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Note that I actually really love Nikki, but this popped into my head, and well here we are. I hope you enjoyed. And honestly I don't see Nikki necessarily doing something like this, but I wouldn't put it past Sixxy to do something like this.

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THE AMITY AFFLICTION: AHREN STRINGER

AHREN

'Ahren you need to stop tapping your foot because it's annoying as hell, and because we'll be home soon,' Joel moans loudly next to me probably regretting choosing to sit next to me on the flight.

I look down to see my right foot tapping away without my knowledge since I was lost in my own head and stop it, 'sorry Joel.'

Joel smirks and shakes his head, 'some people might assume you're eager to meet a partner, not a friend.'

I glare at Joel, 'Y/N and I are best friends, we tried dating when we were younger and realised we were better as friends. Everyone has a person and Y/N is my person.'

Joel throws his head back and laughs, 'thank god you're not this soppy on stage.'

I punch him in the shoulder and go back to staring out of the window. Y/N and I had been friends since birth as our parents knew each other, we told each other everything and didn't like to be away from one another for too long. Long tours were a pain, but the best feeling was coming home again.

Y/N was a teacher so was unable to travel with us, though they did try to come to every show in Australia if their timetable allowed it. However, the summer holidays were just starting and I had the best surprise for Y/N that would make our time apart worth it.

-AFTER FLIGHT-

'How do you think Y/N will react?' Dan asks, glancing over from the driver's seat.

I play with my fingers nervously in my lap, 'hopefully she'll say yes-'

'Wow Joel was right about you being whipped,' Dan interrupts me chuckling to himself, 'Y/N would go to the end of the world with you if you asked them to.'

I give him the finger, 'if you knew the answer why did you ask?'

Dan smiles widely, 'it's interesting to watch you squirm. Anyway, here we are.'

The car comes to a stop outside a small house, and I get out. My apartment was being renovated so Y/N was letting me stay in their spare bedroom. Dan doesn't even bother to help me with my bags.

'AHREN!' a familiar voice shouts loudly from the porch of the house.

Next thing I know Y/N comes all but running down the stairs and drive towards me grinning like an idiot. I brace myself for impact as they throw their arms around me and squeeze tightly.

I chuckle and hug them back, 'someone's been waiting haven't they?'

Y/N blushes a little and pulls back, 'ever since Joel messaged me that you'd landed. Hey Dan.'

'Good to see you again Y/N, It's been too long,' Dan calls back.

Y/N helps me get my bags out of the trunk and waves at Dan before dragging them up the driveway. I wave at Dan and watch him pull away before following after Y/N with the rest of my bags.

When I get inside Y/N stares between me and the bags, and I roll my eyes at what they were not so subtly getting at, 'yes I got you presents.'

Y/N fist pumps and heads down the hallway to the kitchen, 'I'll get you some water Ahren.'

I open one of the suitcases and take out some small boxes that had been tucked away to keep them from breaking. I make my way toward the kitchen with the gifts. Y/N had their back to me getting two glasses of water so I place the boxes on the kitchen counter and cleared my throat.

Y/N turns around and their eyes light up, 'you're the only person who feeds my habit Ahren, everyone else thinks I'm crazy.'

Y/N loved tea and when we travelled around the world I liked to buy them interesting flavours. They literally had a whole kitchen drawer dedicated to tea bags.

I shrug my shoulders, 'what can I say it's what best friends do for one another.'

Y/N walks over and hugs me, this time with less squeeze, 'I missed you so much Ahren, I'm happy you're back even if it's for a couple of weeks before heading out again for festivals.'

I can't keep the smile off my face, 'do you have any summer plans?'

Y/N shakes their head, 'not really, it's odd but every time I try to arrange something with friends or family they tell me they are busy.

'Well, I have something else to give you that hopefully makes your summer better.'

Y/N pulls out of the hug and tilts their head to the side watching me curiously, 'what else could you possibly have for me Ahren?'

I take my phone out of my pocket and open my emails, before opening one that had flight information for when we started festivals and hand it to Y/N.

Y/N blinks as they scan over the details, 'they are your plane tickets Ahren.'

I shake my head, 'check the names Y/N, they are our flight tickets. You're coming with us for the whole summer.'

Y/N gasps and puts the phone down on the counter staring at me with wide eyes, 'are you serious Ahren? Is that why people didn't want to make plans with me? You cheeky sod, you really are my best friend.'

I lean against the counter and pick up one of the glasses of water and smirk, 'I'm guessing your answer is yes Y/N.'

Y/N nods vigorously and playfully punches me in the shoulder, 'hell yeah, you're going to be stuck with me the whole summer Ahren.'

I was happy to be home, I was happy to see Y/N again, and we didn't have long until the festival season started and we'd be together every single day. Most people wouldn't want to be with their best friend for that long but Y/N and I never got sick of each other's company.

#band imagines #band blog #band imagine blog #imagines #the amity affliction #The amity affliction imagines #ahren stringer #Ahren stringer imagines #fanfiction blog #fanfiction #imagines blog #The amity affliction fanfiction #joel birch #taa #taa imagines #Band imagine #Band fanfiction

[windhamsrotunda]

Update on my writing status:

I am almost finished with the NSFW alphabet Headcanon, it just needs edits to it.

I haven't written anything because of college starting back up along with my work schedule so I'll try my very best to post the NSFW Alphabet Headcanon sometime before the month ends.

#smut #alphabet headcanons #bands #band imagine #band imagine blog #windhamsrotunda #shar speaks

[chelseypprimrose]

My requests are now back open, I’m open to write anyone who is requested as long as I know the lore and tv programme/film well enough to write the character to my best ability. Only subject I won’t touch is rape fantasy/non consensual relationships. 🤍

#band imagine #band imagine blog #imagine #imagines #negan #the walking dead #imagine blog #negan imagine #twd negan #negan twd #joel miller smut #joel x reader #tlou #pedro pascal characters #character imagines #request #submissions open

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

#she cornered me in the car and asked what shipping was and i almost had a fucking heart attack #imagine being like 16 years old and habing to explain knotting to your mother #random emo music girl I'm glad you had fun talking about your Band Guys to my mother #bc i also attended take your kid to work day at that office and i know how boring it was #but christ alive why did you have to fuck me like that? #anyways i hope this post reaches you so at the very least you know i think about you at least once a week #this has been weighing on me for ten years #im almost tempted to blaze this post

[quixoticanarchy]

Idc about taylor swift and I think all private jets should be cannibalized for scrap metal but in particular I don’t think singers and bands etc should have private jets. They should only have shitty tour buses in which incalculable drama and bad decisions go down

#also have we learned nothing from buddy holly. the right answer is always not to be in the plane #buses also just offer such a better environment for musicians to be unhinged #imagine george jones shooting holes in his bus walls but this time it’s a plane :/ #sorry deeply niche reactions sdfhjkl. singers & bands should also stop contributing to ecocide obviously #skravler

[orobeori]

I was going to add more panels of a synchronized strangle attack by team broppy, but decided that enough was enough...

Anyhow here's how I think the battle at Mount Rageous should've gone, with the lovely happy trolls using the hair as weapons of destruction </3 I know that Branch is in his healing era but I still think he would've resorted to his more violent methods somehow (this time with Poppy's full support).

Also, the reason why Viva's still using the sticky hands is because of this one hc I saw that the Putt-Putt trolls lost the ability to stretch their hair due to malnutrition :D

#I might not draw it because drawing a crowd of Bergens sounds quite exhausting #but imagine they are celebrating a trollbergen holiday #and then one of them just thinking aloud #''everyone here besides the King and Queen has eaten someone we loved dearly!! :D'' #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fanart #trolls movie #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls fandom #trolls art #broppy #velvet and veneer #trolls veneer #trolls velvet #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls viva #trolls clay #trolls john dory #trolls bruce #trolls floyd #trolls broppy #my trolls art

[gutsby]

Abstaining Game

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: The only thing worse than an anti-sex retreat is an anti-sex retreat with your former fuckbuddy and dad’s best friend. Especially when sharing one cabin.

Warnings: 18+. IF HE AIN’T GRAYIN’ I AIN’T STAYIN’ 🗣️ [Age gap]. Unprotected p-in-v. Forced proximity. Joel making you fuck just his middle finger when he’s mad. Daddy kink. Overstimulation. First-time squirting. Angst.

Translations: ‘Don’t piss down my back & tell me it’s raining’ is a fun Southern phrase for, ‘Cut the bullshit’ or ‘Don’t lie.’

Sequel to Waiting Game & Hating Game (last rhyme I swear)

October 26, 2024

Dear Joel,

Roses are red,

We’re a couple of sluts,

Abstinence camp is awful,

I miss you rearranging my guts.

You were just about to put your pen back down to paper and add the finishing touch, signing an equally lascivious farewell, when the letter was snatched out of your hands. A tyrant in khaki capris and an artichoke-colored polo eyed over your words with a pointed look and frowned.

“Letters to the boyfriend have to be G-rated,” Marlene said, crumpling the thing in her fist before chucking it.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you returned shortly. Then, “That was actually meant for my dad’s friend.”

You sat tight a moment as the dots came to connect in the woman’s parochial and prudish mind—waiting for the wince of disgust to twitch at the corners of her eyes when she put two and two together. Once it did, you grinned. Even when she plucked the pen out of your hand and told you to sit outside, if you can’t participate in this one simple activity, you smiled bigger and strolled at a comfortable pace out the canteen door.

Anti-sex ‘summer camp’ wasn’t bad at all when you didn’t give a fuck what your counselors told you to do.

It was ridiculous, really. Absurd. Tommy Miller catching you sucking his brother’s dick under the table at your father’s birthday dinner, losing his shit with you both, then threatening to tell your dad everything if you didn’t agree to this stupid retreat and stop seeing each other. You’d barely been trapped in the shithole for twenty-four hours, and you already knew this angle wouldn’t work.

What many of your fellow campers affectionately called the ‘Firefly Fuck-Free Zone’ or the ‘Federal Dickriding Response Agency’ (F.E.D.R.A.) was in fact a secluded enclave south of Austin where khaki-clad monsters forced you to reckon with your sexual urges like one might treat a mutated strain of the Cordyceps fungus. You weren’t meant to keep them for long, and if you did, someone like Marlene would surely shame you for it.

Frankly, Tommy was dumb as shit if he thought this anti-boinking boot camp would have an effect on either one of you—Joel wouldn’t ever bang you again after what happened that night, but it wouldn’t be because of some arts and crafts bullshit he did out on a FEDRA ranch.

He just didn’t want your dad to find out and kill him.

That was a fair concern to have. You didn’t blame him.

Presently, you kicked your feet up on the porch outside the cafeteria, where the rest of the group was finishing up letters to their loved ones—this latest activity was meant to be ‘making amends’ to the people in your life—and you tipped your head back to survey the landscape.

Nothing but sweetgrass and gently rolling hills as far as the eye could see. Somewhere across the plains there was another cluster of cabins, though you couldn’t quite see it, and someplace within that minuscule cluster, you knew there was a middle-aged man. Dark grey eyebrows furrowed in concentration and chest heaving gently. Likely hunched over an old oak desk about five sizes too small for his frame as he gripped a pen and scribbled:

Dear Tommy,

Fuck you, you fucking fuck.

Sincerely,

Joel

You grinned again just thinking about it.

If anyone had a reason to be ticked off and terrified, it was Joel. And you, you guessed. You still hadn’t gotten your period—but that wasn’t due for another few days.

For now, you’d settled on worrying yourself over what would happen after the retreat had ended; what would you and Joel do once you went back to school? What would become of his life back in Austin with a supremely pissed off brother and a best friend who didn’t know his kid had been fooling around with a man twice her age?

Silently, you thanked your lucky stars Joel’s part of the camp was kept separate from yours, because you didn’t think you’d be able to keep a straight face if you saw him.

The whole thing was sickening, if not slightly funny.

You slipped Joel’s old pack of American Spirits out of your boot and fished in your back pocket for a lighter.

Then you crammed both back when you heard a boom:

“LAKESIDE GUIDED MEDITATION STARTS IN FIVE.”

The tinny intercom rang a deafening pitch in your ears. You clamped a palm over the left side of your head and winced, having forgotten this exercise in mindfulness was supposed to be the last event to wrap up your day. You just wanted to slink back up to your cabin and sleep. Or eat. Or slip your fingers between your aching legs and indulge in some much-needed Joel Miller reminiscing.

Then you recalled how masturbation was also off limits to all would-be sexaholic campers—if there was any time to sneak off and get busy by yourself while your counselors were otherwise occupied, now would be it.

Just as you cast a glance over your shoulder to see if a stealthy exit was even possible, a voice trilled overhead.

“On your feet, skank.”

You looked back fast, and damn did Tess look smug.

Your bunkmate crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe, seeming to feel your thoughts before they’d even been fully processed.

“If you skip meditation, I think Marlene’s gonna take you behind the rec and shoot you in the head,” she added.

“How kind.”

“Yeah? Certain death?”

“Better than the dick deprivation,” you grumbled, only half-kidding as you dragged yourself back to your feet.

Theresa Servopoulos was no avid fan of penis herself—she much preferred women when she had her pick of it—but she grinned all the same and clapped a comforting hand over your shoulder before the two of you started walking down the mess hall’s front steps. Then she only laughed a little bit when you almost ate shit treading down the winding rocky trail to the lake and cursed your present lack of intercourse for causing your clumsiness.

“You realize it’s only been, like…a day, right?” she said.

“Might as well be a million,” you muttered, “I feel like I’m never getting laid again.”

“Oh?”

Tess gripped your elbow when a root protruding from the path nearly sent you flying again. She tried not to smile.

“Well…my fake brother’s mad at me for going behind his back and fucking his brother,” you explained, coolly.

Stupidly.

“Wait—you fucked your brother?!”

That stopped Tess in her tracks. The two of you were approaching the cusp of a clearing, just feet away from where the forest gave way to the shoreline of the lake. Folks were already congregating at the water’s edge.

“Any day now, ladies,” Marlene called through cupped hands. Tess was still regarding you with eyes the size of saucers as you traipsed across the way to that voice.

“Not my brother,” you hissed.

“You said your brother’s brother. That makes this guy your brother, too,” Tess whispered—still far too loud.

“Not my actual brother, he’s just— fuck—”

Suddenly, two scraps of red fabric were catapulted in your direction. Tess caught one. You caught the other.

“Tie ‘em over your eyes.” Marlene ordered.

“The fuck?” you mumbled, but ventured nothing more as you were ushered to join the group sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of you. Everyone else was tying bandanas around their eyes like all of this was normal.

“Another trust exercise,” Tess’s voice was low as you dropped your asses one after the other on the sand. Speaking like a seasoned veteran of the anti-sex retreat, she helped you get yours on and shot you one last ‘You-better-not-have-actually-fucked-your-sibling’ look before letting you help her secure her blindfold, too.

Just as Marlene began describing in great detail what this blind, guided meditation in self-love and elemental trust was meant to look like, your friend opted to give voice to her concerns the second the opportunity arose.

Still seated side-by-side, still blind, Tess leaned over.

“Please tell me you’re not here for bangin’ your brother.”

You had to stifle a laugh.

“I am not.”

“Then explain, Cersei!”

Just then, a throat cleared behind you. Evidently another camp counselor at your rear was telling you, wordlessly, to shut the fuck up and listen to the instructions. You and Tess just scooted closer and lowered your voices.

“So this guy, Tommy…he’s been like a big brother to me for years. Worked with my dad and always had my back for the wild shit I did back in high school,” you began.

“Uh-huh.”

“His big brother, Joel, is like…old as shit, but wildly hot.”

“Dangerous combo.”

“And Joel’s my dad’s best friend. Drove me back from college over fall break when he was visiting Boston, we took a little motel detour on the road trip home, and bam—” You snapped your fingers for effect, “We fuck, right?”

“Right.”

“—imagine you’re standing at the edge of a waterfall—”

Marlene couldn’t be serious with this hippy dippy shit. You tuned out the rest of what she said and continued:

“It’s incredible. But the condom busts open at the end—”

“Oh shit.”

“—deep breath in…and release…and again, we—”

“Freak the fuck out, right? I’m poppin’ Plan B like candy.”

“As you should.”

“—hold that breath in right there—”

“A week later, me and Joel hook up at my dad’s birthday party. Only we fuck up, ‘cause Tommy catches us, and—”

This time, the counselor who’d cleared their throat to shut you up took to nudging you both in the back with the toe of their shoe. You straightened up, tilted your head back, and scowled at them through your blindfold.

“Do you mind?” you said, turning in place but unable to see anything behind you. You imagined whoever had just butted in on your conversation was probably frowning. They said nothing in return, just huffed like a child.

“Anyway.” You pivoted back to Tess, “Tommy flips his lid, tells us he’s gonna snitch on us to my dad if we keep fucking around like that, and then he…sends us here.”

You heard your friend fight back a chuckle beside you.

“And abstinence camp is supposed to cure you of this awful disease? Wanting to fuck daddy’s best friend?”

Oddly, you wanted to giggle too. You weren’t sure what was so funny, or why Tess’s tone made you want to say something equally out of pocket and lewd, but then you were leaning over before you could even think twice:

“That old man’s dick is like a fuckin’ drug, dude.”

You wished you could’ve seen her face when you said it. But you didn’t need to catch a single glimpse to know she was grinning big and dumb when she whispered,

“Prehistoric cock must’ve been pretty nice, huh?”

You choked. She snorted. You returned, next, shortly,

“Best senior citizen schlong I’ve had in my life.”

You weren’t sure which one of you burst out laughing first. Maybe Tess. Probably you. Either way, both of your sides were splitting in seconds, as the ridiculous and just marginally offensive descriptors for Joel’s dick trembled at the tips of your tongues. You felt like a teenager again, telling your friend your filthiest desires for the DILF-next-door—except this time, you’d actually fucked him. Small perks to seeking out middle-aged men in your twenties. You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to rein in the peals of laughter as Tess wheezed quietly beside you.

Then you felt hands.

Two palms under your armpits, yanking you up.

You stumbled back, graceless and still staving off half a laugh as your back struck the counselor’s chest.

“Just…take her back up.” You heard a female’s voice to your left, low and not sounding particularly amused.

Take you where? Was this the part where Marlene dragged you behind the rec and shot you in the head?

About damn time.

Whoever had grabbed you grunted in acknowledgment. You swayed in their arms, trying to regain better footing, but the grip tightened up in a second and thrust you sideways. You staggered, cursing your captor.

“Fucker,” you hissed.

Fucker said nothing.

Their hands slipped from your pits to one of your wrists, leading you away from the lake in long strides. You were moving so fast you scarcely had the chance to pull the blindfold back, so you just kept walking. Marching.

“Can you slow the fuck down, please?”

You imagined the face of the person leading you forward might’ve twisted in a scowl. Their lips didn’t stir, though.

In a matter of minutes, your feet were crunching on the flat, gravelly terrain you knew to lay under the cabins. This person was leading you back. Likely to throw you off to your room in the next several moments—but not before ripping you a new one for disrupting the peace back down at the lake. You weren’t stoked to hear it.

“Alright, just—” You tripped as you were led up the rickety steps, cursing again, “—just leave me right here.”

A set of knuckles at your spine thrust you forward.

“No? Okay. Fine. Whatever.”

You shook your head as you entered the cabin and heard footsteps follow you in. It occurred to you then that now was probably a good time to take off the blindfold.

Before you could, though, it was ripped off for you.

“Pack your shit.”

Dude.

You spun on your heels.

“DUDE!”

Your eyes moved up the very khaki shorts you despised, the puke-colored polo, the neatly embroidered camp logo, and a nametag strangely labeled ‘Lucien Flores.’ Everything in the ensemble screamed ‘camp counselor.’ But the face above it—it wasn’t one of their own at all.

It was far too lax. Fresh with an easy, shit-eating grin.

“Sweetheart—”

He started to speak, only to get the wind knocked out of his chest when you threw your arms around him.

The barrage of kisses came without you ever really intending to place them at all. You were just so stunned, practically overcome with joy to see Joel Miller in all his ruggedly handsome glory, then confused. What was he doing here, and why was he dressed head-to-toe as a counselor? And why were you so into that on him?

You doubted you could even ask the questions, and he was barely more able to answer the longer you stayed latched to his neck, kissing him everywhere your mouth could get to. You’d just stood on tip-toes to press your lips to his when you realized he wasn’t reaching back.

His hands hung limply at his sides. Still, he smiled.

“Abstinence camp ain’t taught ya much, has it?”

You parted your lips to drag your teeth along the grey-spattered scruff on his cheek—biting but not quite. Begging him to kiss you back, grab your ass, anything to quell this anguish twisting low in your stomach at the lack of contact. Joel didn’t seem keen on answering to it.

“I’ve learned plenty, Miller,” you panted against his jaw, before moving below it to sink into the skin of his neck, “Lemme show you all the stuff FEDRA told us not to do.”

Yes, you sounded desperate. No, you didn’t really care. You were much too busy fiddling with the front of Joel’s shorts to concern yourself with anything but his cock. It made it all the more gut-wrenchingly horrific and disconcerting when you felt his hands push yours away.

“No,” Joel said, simply. Then, nodding to your luggage at the foot of your bunk, “Pack your stuff, sweets. C’mon.”

He was seriously trying to break you out?

You admired the cojones on the man, but you wanted to fuck real quick to get it out of your system. Needed it.

“Joel, I—” You swallowed thickly, shaking your head.

What your mouth couldn’t finish, your eyes said clear as day: I want you to take me right here. Quick and dirty. But, again, Joel seemed completely impervious to your pleas. Almost callous in the face of such a desperate request made from your eyes to his. He moved over toward your suitcase when you didn’t want to budge.

Luckily for you, you’d never unpacked. All that was left were the clothes on your back and a water bottle on the nightstand. Joel grabbed the latter and turned around to snag the suitcase on his way to the door, when he was met with you. Obstructing his path and frowning a little.

“Joel?” You raised a brow.

“Mm?”

The man in front of you straightened up, rolling a nonexistent kink from his neck before regarding you.

His gaze was alarmingly sedate.

“Y’know, you’ve got quite the knack for makin’ shit difficult—”

“Just a quickie, Miller—”

“I ain’t fuckin’ you here!”

The sudden boom of his voice should’ve startled you. But then a broad, warm palm came to rest on your shoulder, and Joel’s expression dropped immediately. There was still a tightness to it, somewhere deep within, and you couldn’t quite work out why he seemed so…off.

Then you caught sight of something steely in his gaze.

It just might’ve clicked if Joel didn’t reach for your face and elucidate things for you himself, eyes narrowing.

“I know my old man dick is like a fuckin’ drug and all…”

Shit.

Cheeks squished between his two big hands, you had only to stare. And blink. And silently regret being so loud when you were talking to Tess before. It didn’t look good.

“Joel—”

“No, no, my senile brain must be mistaken—it was actually that prehistoric cock that did it for ya.”

Your face heated with shame. You blinked again.

But just as you tried to shake your head between Joel’s hands, he pressed his palms tighter and drew you closer.

“Senior. citizen. schlong?” he intoned, painfully slow.

“Joel, I just—”

“Need to fuck someone your own age, it sounds like.”

The man in front of you released your face just as fast as he’d grabbed it, and when he stepped back, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of desperation. That wasn’t what you’d meant! It sounded so puerile and cruel coming out of his lips like this, but you had to tell him it was a joke.

“It was a joke.”

No time to mince words now.

“Real fuckin’ comedic genius,” Joel snorted.

He rolled his eyes and tried to sidestep you, but you mirrored the movement. When your hands flew to his chest to keep him from moving, please, just listen to me, Joel, he pretended not to hear it, or feel it, against him.

“Alright. Enough,” he muttered, “‘S’time to go home.”

“No!”

“No?”

“No.”

For the first time, you saw Joel’s nostrils flare. You pressed into his sternum again, hoping to hold him in place so you could explain yourself, but it seemed he wasn’t planning on staying stationary. Joel dropped to your bunk—or Tess’s, technically—and situated himself comfortably on the bed before shooting you a look. You barely had had a moment’s time to contemplate your next move when he yanked you onto the cot with him.

Joel didn’t try to kiss you. He didn’t attempt to remove one article of clothing from your body or his. He just sat there, staring, while you straddled his hips staring back.

“If you wanna fuck me so bad, go right ahead,” he said, motioning indistinctly in front of him, “Be my guest.”

When you stilled, he added, “That is all y’want, right?”

With your palms laying flat on his chest and a head full of conflicting thoughts—you did want to bang him, obviously, but not before you’d gotten a chance to set things straight, not when he was looking at you like this—you chewed your bottom lip. Certainly you couldn’t continue while Joel still believed you were embarrassed by his age, his lips downturned and humorless as ever.

“C’mon,” he tried again, a touch more venom laced in his words as he spoke, “Show me how much ya want it.”

You needed time to think.

“Why are you…dressed like this?” you said, stalling.

But Joel wouldn’t be kind enough to give you that time.

“Stole the uniform so I could sneak out and over here and get you out. Are we gonna fuck now or what?”

His hands moved over your own to guide them to his lower half, just above where your clothed core was touching his. Your fingers moved mechanically, almost reluctantly, to undo the button and zip of his shorts.

Was that a flash of hurt you saw in his eyes?

You’d never been good at this communication bullshit. Neither had Joel. The two of you would probably just have sex now to hash out your feelings, as was par for the course for a pair of emotionally stunted individuals. It still pained you to see him look at you like that, though.

“Tess and me were just kidding, baby.”

You palmed the bulge in his boxers and heard him grunt. When you nudged his cock out of the fabric to stroke him, his eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in a breath.

“I would never say those things to hurt you,” you added.

“Didn’t hurt me none,” Joel returned instantly. Then, feeling you flick the pad of your thumb over the head of his cock, he exhaled and held his face firm in place. Like he didn’t want you to see the effect you had on him.

You let go of his cock to take off your socks and shoes. Then your top. Then your shorts. Then you slid down his body a little, unsure if this was the time to be trying something new. Or even doing this kind of stuff at all.

At first, you just sort of lowered yourself to Joel’s groin, his dick resting comfortably between your tits. Then you started to move, and your hands were cupping either side of your breasts to push inward on his member. Before you even fully knew what you were doing, you were squeezing Joel’s dick with the soft, supple flesh and stroking him gently. Gaze glued to him all the while.

His eyes cracked open to catch you watching him. Evidently, Joel couldn’t contain all of his reactions, because he audibly groaned when you got going.

Sliding your tits up and down his shaft, feeling him pulse between them. Sensing a warmth pool in your own lower half but being too focused, and slightly ashamed, to act. You just wanted to make Joel feel good, even if your words weren’t able to do the trick with apologizing.

“Come here,” you beckoned him with just one finger as you slid off the bed, to the floor. Joel sat up, and you kneeled obediently between his legs. The two of you shared a tense, sexless look for a second before you lowered yourself back down and resumed the position.

This time, Joel could—and did—stir his hips to create some friction between your tits. His brow pinched inward with a muted concentration, and you wanted to say it looked handsome on him, that you were sorry for saying those stupid things to Tess and making him doubt your affection for him, but you kept your mouth shut. You had to remind yourself that emotions had no place between two needy, unfeeling people who just wanted to fuck.

Maybe that was how it should’ve been from the start.

But watching Joel’s face twist and contort in pleasure nearly wiped the thought clean out of your brain forever.

You felt many things for him, whether you liked it or not.

You really wished you hadn’t said the things you’d said.

Joel braced his hands at the edge of the bed on either side of him, hips working a steady pace to fuck your tits. He was staring mostly at the spot where the head of his cock was poking up through your cleavage with each thrust, entranced by the sight, and in a second, a full-throated moan was fighting its way out of his chest. He spit in his hand and paused to smear the stuff on his shaft, on your tits. Spit again and rubbed even harder.

Seeing him so cold and detached, you wanted to apologize again. Maybe beg him to say something kind.

Instead, you mumbled, “I love it when you fuck my tits.”

Joel scarcely acknowledged the remark, just letting you work yourself over him, meet his shallow thrusts, look sweet and wait patiently for him to cum all over you. When it seemed he might be ready to do it, though, Joel withdrew from you the next second and moved back on the bed. He pulled you into his lap, straddling again, but this time situated over the side of the bed—him sitting up, you perched on the flat, sturdy expanse of his thighs facing him. In the space between your bodies, Joel slid a quiet and almost careless hand to your heat, flicking the sheer fabric of your panties to the side in one go.

The moment his fingers made contact, you flinched.

It wasn’t that you were opposed to his touch, you just felt unfairly balanced in this situation. Joel appeared so stoic; you, a complete and utter wreck. Fighting fifteen different emotions at once and feeling unusually vulnerable spread open to him now, you almost didn’t register what he was doing—or what his hand might find.

Joel’s groan brought you back, though. When he rubbed his knuckles over the seam of your cunt and practically choked out twice his lung’s capacity, you had to look.

Aloof as he tried to be, the man’s desire was painted all over his expression. And his crotch. And his hand.

Well, actually, that last bit of arousal was yours.

“Fuckin’ soakin’ me, sweetie,” Joel breathed.

You perked up at the term of endearment. Watching one glistening fist of his make its way back and forth against your body, smearing sticky wet pleasure all over your mound and your folds, you found yourself gnawing your lip once more, this time for entirely different reasons.

Joel seemed to soften—even if only for a glaring carnal need, you didn’t care. You sank into this gentler touch.

“Khakis kinda suit you, Miller,” you said, off-handed.

Really, Joel looked almost as comical as he was sexy in that camp counselor getup: tan shorts stretched tight over even tanner legs, polyester top sitting pretty on wide, hulking shoulders, that silly stitched logo for the camp emblazoned over his left pec, and, of course, the nametag that didn’t belong to him but to Lucien. The whole thing was so alien to his lumberjack-chic demeanor that he nearly seemed boyish. Endearing. Some spearmint-scented hottie you might’ve had a crush on at camp years ago. You couldn’t help but smile.

Joel tried not to hold your gaze for too long.

“Don’t go pissin’ down my back and tell me it’s rainin’.”

When he slid one finger to your entrance, you tensed again, but smiled just the same and let out a breath. You felt him prod at the warm, wet skin and thumb at your clit, and something told you that he’d wanted to grin too.

“I’m serious,” you said, “Scout’s hon—ohfuckfuckfuck.”

Joel pushed one finger inside you. In spite of the ease with which he slipped between your walls, that gentle sensation made it wonderfully snug. He gripped your hip and started moving his single digit in and out, and in spite of yourself, you squirmed a bit. Joel never failed to call you out for doing that; today would be no different.

“Easy, sweet pea,” he hummed when you jumped again.

But you couldn’t help it. Your hands quickly anchored themselves to Joel’s shoulders, your legs spread wider, and your hips started stirring—bucking, really—against each teasing touch. It was still just one thick finger of his.

You glanced down and saw that it was his middle finger, in particular. The double meaning wasn’t lost on you.

“Another,” you pleaded.

“Nuh-uh.”

“You’re a mean ol— mean man.” You tried to correct course when you felt a mention of ‘old’ slip back into your vernacular, and inwardly, you cringed at your words.

Joel had already heard it. He cocked one eyebrow.

“Mean ol’ man?” he scoffed, still fingerfucking you softly. When you bucked against it, he nodded as if to say ‘fair enough.’

Then, before you could chime in, he nodded some more.

His expression was hard.

“Fuck my hand,” he said.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You weren’t quite sure what he meant for you to do. When he nodded a third time, the gesture was accompanied by a quick dart of his eyes to the place where your cunt was being penetrated by his one finger. He curled the finger inward, and when you twitched at the hot throb of pleasure that followed, he grunted.

Fuck my hand.

Nails still searing tiny half-moons into his shoulders, you acted more out of impulse than by command. The look from Joel sure didn’t hurt, though. The second you started rolling your hips, he nodded again. Holding onto his praises for now and simply showing approbation.

“Like that,” he murmured.

All you were doing was rocking back and forth over his finger, whimpers percolating quietly in your chest, but the act alone made you feel desperate. And Joel smug.

It was like he wanted to see you getting off to this one, comparatively smaller part of him without being filled. Bucking plaintively to find that fullness and coming back empty every time. Your whimpers turned into whines.

“Need more,” you keened.

“Yeah?” Joel replied gently.

“Yeah.”

A beat, then:

“Tough shit.”

But he said it so goddamn sweet you had to do a double take to make sure you’d heard him correctly. When you met Joel’s eyes, you saw a hint of amusement lingering behind them. Then he squeezed your hip again and started helping you move into his hand, up and down.

“Only givin’ more fingers to good girls, y’hear?” he said.

“What about your cock?” You couldn’t help it.

Joel just breathed out through his nose. In a second, he went from camp counselor to disapproving father figure.

“Greedy little thing, ain’t ya?”

That was all he needed to say, but the firm plunge of his middle finger certainly put a finer point on it. He curled the digit again and, upon grazing that spongy surface inside you, saw another desperate plea in your eyes.

And pleasure.

The pleasure ran almost as intense as the desperation.

Your head fell back when Joel got to making those ‘come hither’ motions again and again, thumb circling your clit, eyes trained on your figure with a marked concern. Like the prospect of not drawing an orgasm out of you in the next two minutes might very well ruin the man’s night.

“‘S’alright, honey,” Joel said quietly.

Then, finding your gaze when your head tilted back,

“Be a good girl and let go for me. Let go for daddy, hm?”

Fortunately for him, that one low hum and another flick of his middle finger and thumb were all you needed to find your release. You came on his hand with a sharp, pitiful cry and a ‘Fuckthatfeelssogooddaddyplease,’ hips working feverishly against his hand as you rode out your high. The sight of you bouncing up and down on his open palm and the way your eyes rolled back, begging him to fuck you full of his cock next, felt wildly obscene.

Joel loved obscene. Needed obscene. Hot. Febrile. Raw.

He nodded again.

Before you’d even descended fully from those staggering heights, his finger was moving too—joined by two more. Joel stuffed his index and ring fingers inside your still-pulsing hole and pretended not to hear your soft cry.

After all, you’d asked for more before. Joel was just sating your desire; your overwrought body would be fine.

“Joel,” you hissed, seizing his wrist.

“Too much?” he returned.

You tried to verbalize some answer but were cut short by a punishing stretch—all three fingers plunging in and out of your sensitive, drooling cunt and making it full of him.

“Too soon?” he tried again.

“I—”

“Too fast?”

“N—”

“Too…old?” Joel pressed after a beat.

There was an air of feigned condescension in his tone as he took on a faster pace gliding his thick, calloused fingers between your walls. You might’ve screamed if you hadn’t found your forehead pressed to his and the warmth of his irises boring into yours while he did it all. At this distance, you could discern a trace of hurt again. Something needing to be soothed inside Joel Miller.

You rutted your hips and shook your head, skull still stuck to his as you did so. Whimpers coming low.

“I didn’t…mean it,” you managed at length.

“What? That I’m ‘old as shit but wildly hot’?”

Joel wedged his fingers straight down to the knuckle and nearly tore a shriek out of your body. His eyes were surprisingly soft. Making sure your pleasure was all there.

“Hyperbole,” you choked, voice hoarse.

Then your jaw grew lax when a hand cupped your chin. All you wanted to do was melt into Joel, but you sensed something brewing again behind those honeyed eyes. Blinking was all you could do to keep your composure.

“You’re right, darlin’,” Joel said, ���I am too old for you.”

Right after a clench in your tummy, a hurried word leapt up to your tongue, ‘NO!’ and you had to swallow a moan to keep from succumbing to the pleasure Joel was bringing with his fingers. Sandwiched between two orgasms was no time for a serious argument to take place, but there you were, fighting against it anyway.

“N-No,” you stammered. Stupid.

“I am.” His voice came softer somehow, more resigned.

When outright rejection of the claim seemed futile, you tried to pivot. Climax still closing in as fast as ever.

“I don’t care about that,” you hissed, exhaling hard when the first ripples of bliss crept up toward your stomach.

Joel watched you with careful eyes.

“Yeah? And Tess?”

“Joel—”

“Or Tommy.”

“I don’t—”

“Everyone else?”

Almost against your will, those minuscule ripples turned to waves of full-blown euphoria, and then you were clenching again on Joel’s hand and crying out in climax. You willed your gaze not to stray from his, but it was tough. Especially when the eyes beneath your own seemed so fucking morose and removed from you.

Don’t do this to me, Miller. Don’t do it, don’t do it.

In the wake of what should’ve been consummate satisfaction, you found yourself retreating to a place more akin to starvation—suddenly eager to get your mouth over his and start kissing, tonguing, and scraping your teeth like you’d missed out on a full week’s worth of meals. Feeling selfish but also uncertain how else to proceed—was Joel Miller breaking up with you here?

You couldn’t be sure, because he kissed you back. Joel kissed you and cupped your cheeks, then chased your frame all the way down to the coarse, scratchy sheets of the bed, where he was quick to climb on top of you.

Hell, it seemed breathing was too tough to accomplish with your frenzied pace and the continuous stream of open-mouthed kisses placed anywhere and everywhere. A groan from Joel trembled between your lips as you helped him get his shorts and boxers the rest of the way down his legs—all but dragging them with your heels—and he tightened a fist in your hair when they were off.

“I shouldn’t’a come here,” he mumbled.

“But you did,” you panted.

Both of you got lost in another onslaught of kisses, and you tried not to sigh. Joel was still battling something.

Even as he peeled your panties off and lined himself up with your entrance, he seemed resolved to stay quiet. Holding your gaze and not saying what had to be said.

He was a lot like you in that way.

You kept kissing him anyway.

The events that followed seemed to you little more than fleeting, happy scenes from a film you’d always wanted to see—an eager Joel, a caring Joel, an I-don’t-think-I’m-physically-capable-of-holding-you-any-closer Joel. The weight of his cock a welcome friend and the kisses somehow far too intimate to be considered friendly at all. You’d almost forgotten you were at a camp designed to prevent this very thing from happening between two stupid, impulsive people like you, and you didn’t care.

All you knew was a yawning stretch—that aching, empty void filled to perfection by Joel’s member—and the shockwaves of pleasure that vibrated in bands all the way down to the balls of your feet. You felt safe and secure caged between two muscular arms, and you reveled in a warmth that spanned every inch of your body touching his. The weight suffocating and somehow not oppressive; Joel cradled your head to make sure of it.

“Ain’t…hurtin’ ya, am I?” he said when you winced.

You shook your head against his sweaty palms to say that he wasn’t; you were just adjusting. He scanned your face for any trace of insincerity but found nothing.

In this tender position, your brain was ready to burst—whether from guilt, shame, ruthless self-loathing, or a sobering sense of closeness, you weren’t sure. All four seemed to form the impetus for the words that came next, which were soft, repeated apologies against Joel’s mouth. He swallowed each one without a second thought.

“Quit sayin’ it,” he rasped, low.

“I’m sorry, Joel, I’m sorr—”

Soft lips again. ‘S’okay, honey.’

You weren’t sure why, but your face felt extra hot.

Joel pressed his thumbs on either side of it while he kissed you and went deeper. Then he squeezed even more, and your breath hitched quietly in your throat.

Aw, shit, he could probably feel your heart running amok in your chest and thrumming like crazy right now.

“Ain’t nothin’—” Joel paused to send one measured thrust along your cervix, “—to be sorry for. Nothin’.”

Your legs tightened at his sides when his hips started to snap in quick, stuttered motions, desperate for more friction and depth. He got both, and he groaned feeling you tighten around him as he filled your cunt to the brim. The silky warmth of your walls drawing him in was almost too much, and every now and then he’d have to slow to mutter some, ‘’S’fuckin’ chokin’ me, honey, ya feel that?’ or ‘This pussy’s just made to take me, huh?’

Joel asked like he actually needed the reassurance. As if the slick, dripping arousal coating his length and the sounds of your whimpers mixed in with those wet slaps weren’t enough—as if he had to have deeper consolation.

He was splitting you open and looked guilty as he did it.

Still shaking with each thrust, you helped him slide his shirt over his head and bring him bare, chest-to-chest with you. You couldn’t ignore the tension any longer.

“Joel, I fuckin’ love— I need you inside,” you managed.

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

His face softened.

“‘S’mine, isn’t it?”

He said it so fast you couldn’t make out if it were really a question or a simple statement of fact. His balls routinely smacking your ass, eyes searching yours, always gentle.

“Say that you’re mine.”

No, Joel—don’t do that, don’t say it like that.

Your visceral reaction was to recoil. You couldn’t because he had you pinned, but damn did you want to—not him, not this, not now, Joel, why would you fucking say that?

The look in his eyes now surpassed the hurt from before. It was open and aching, even as he drilled your body in two at a near-ruthless pace. Asking you so sincerely.

The obstinacy inside you was almost laughable. Damn near sent your head spinning in a fit of hysterics at how much you wanted to say but wouldn’t; how much you sensed lay waiting to fly off Joel’s tongue but couldn’t. If you were any more emotionally pent-up you might’ve ruptured a blood vessel and lost all ability to think.

It didn’t help that you were both about to cum.

Or that Joel’s right hand was fumbling for your clit.

His expression was steady as ever when you jumped, made a whining noise below him, and grabbed his wrist. You looked down to where your bodies were joined and got a dizzying glimpse of that sight: cunt swallowing Joel’s cock repeatedly, pleasure pooling between your two bodies, then a digit at that little bundle of nerves.

He kissed your hairline and hummed.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Whose pussy is this?”

His thrusts sped up, along with his thumb.

“Don’t.” Not an answer but a warning: tread lightly, Joel.

He kissed your forehead again. And again. For a second you thought he might stay that way until you both came, but then his lips were finding yours, mumbling softly,

“Say no one’s gonna fuck you but me.”

“But—”

“None of those pencil-dick douchebag Delta Sigma whatever-the-fuck ya call ‘ems—” Joel continued, unfazed, “—not your lab partner, not your hallmate—”

His cock was gliding in and out of you at a punishing pace now. Wonderfully slick with sounds obscenely piercing to your ears. You could feel Joel digging in the depths of your tight, throbbing cunt, could see his expression contort with much the same pleasure you were experiencing yourself, and could very well smell the faint aroma of American Spirits still staining his breath. Joel Miller was a sick fuck for what he was doing to you, and he knew it. You nipped at his lower lip in between tender kisses and quietly-spoken words, and whimpered.

“—not your TAs, not your professors—” he pressed on.

You opened your mouth to let a lewd moan escape when Joel lifted his hand to shove a thumb inside. Instinctively, you sucked the whole thing straight down to the knuckle.

“Nobody but me, y’hear that?” Afforded better leverage with his finger wedged between your teeth, he shook your head a little as he fucked you. Watched you bob and nod a wordless ‘yes’ in doe-eyed complaisance while his cock drove shockwaves of pleasure straight through you.

He rubbed his thumb back and forth, and you let him.

You drooled all over that man’s finger like it might’ve been supplying oxygen to your lungs, and when Joel leaned in and said, ‘Ya like that, sweet pea?’, you answered in the affirmative. Or at least as close as you could get while Joel was filling up his two favorite holes.

Your orgasm was maybe two strokes away from shattering bones, it seemed. Now was his chance.

Swiftly, Joel retracted his touch just far enough to drag a string of saliva out of your mouth—then deliver a taut but gentle slap to your cheek. The soft thwack, combined with the sounds your bodies were making down below, served only to elevate the pornographic pitch of your moan:

“Joel!”

“That’s right.”

Joel’s mouth hovered an inch over yours, half-smirking, as if waiting to suck the words clean off of your lips. You whined when his thrusts got quicker and the mouth that was grinning got to kissing your own again. Talking dirty, too.

“Show me who this cunt belongs to. Say it,” he grunted.

You clenched, kissed him back, were just barely aware of the words you were trying to form when you stuttered some unintelligible, ‘Y-Y—ohfuckdaddyjustlikethatoh—’

Oh.

Your eyes widened to Joel’s, and before you could even begin to process what was happening to your body, his name just snapped off your tongue like a shot. A shriek. Some blissfully half-strangled moan that Joel captured between his teeth as he fucked you into the mattress and held your body tight to his own. His palm was wet.

Your legs were wet.

The soft, heaving juncture between your bodies was wet.

You were only dimly aware of the sensation as you dug your heels in Joel’s back and let out a series of cries and moans, but then that fluttering feeling inside made you flinch. A pulsing between your thighs and a…warmth.

You were still blinking through a post-euphoric haze when you felt a soft heat simmer and sink within you.

Did Joel just…cum inside you? Again?

“You dumb motherfucker,” you hissed without hesitation.

You’d just managed to shove him away—not far, but away—when you scrambled into a sitting position and slapped a hand over your stomach. Expecting to feel a churning and an awful pinch as you came to make out some vague sensation of Joel’s seed painting your insides, you were surprised when you didn’t get it at all.

In point of fact, Joel had just sprayed a full Jackson Pollock onto your stomach and was blinking, still fisting his cock as you quickly made your way back to your feet.

Where was that wetness coming from?

You stood and stared down at your stomach. Your legs. The translucent, trickling something that had paved a clear path between your thighs and all over Joel’s front. It didn’t make sense, unless—

“You fuckin’ squirted!” Joel cheered.

Your first instinct was to make a face.

That shit only happened in poorly produced pornos and movies based on books by Colleen Hoover, not real-life human beings. What the hell was this man on about?

“Be fucking serious,” you scowled, reaching for a stray shirt on the floor. Before realizing it was even yours, you hastily swiped several big globs of Joel’s cum with it. Your face grew even more enflamed, and yourself, oddly…ashamed. You couldn’t quite make sense of why Joel was grinning so big, or why you felt so embarrassed by what appeared to be a natural bodily function, but you suspected it probably had something to do with the state of sex education in Texas. Those fuckers definitely skipped squirting in favor of abstinence-only rhetoric.

Still weird. Still gross. You wished Joel would stop smiling.

“Lose the look or I’ll slap that fuckin’ grey off your head.”

Admittedly, neither aftercare nor communication was your métier. You started throwing on clothes, annoyed.

Meanwhile, Joel was swiping moisture off his abdomen three thick fingers at a time and wiggling the residue up for you to see—‘All it is is a sign of good lovin’, sweets, ain’t nothin’a be ashamed of!’—and you gave him just one finger in return. You were sliding your shorts up your legs and attempting to scrap the jizz off your FEDRA top when Joel started shrugging on his stolen clothes, too.

Your back was turned to him, eyes scanning the almost too-calm outdoors through the window a minute later, when you felt an arm snake close around your waist.

“Tastes a little like honey,” Joel crooned in your ear, doubtlessly smirking as he swayed you, “Only sweeter.”

You rolled your eyes. No cunt tasted like a honeycomb.

And you tried to say as much when he stroked over the strip of exposed skin between your shorts and the hem of your shirt, squeezing you tighter, but Joel was too good. He spidered a teasing touch over your tummy and yanked you back into his chest when you squealed and tried to break free. Then your sides, your ribcage, your shoulder blades—anyplace Joel could tickle, he tried to—and most spots, you were squeamish as hell. You clamped a hand over your half-open, giggling mouth, and when you felt him flip you around, you didn’t protest.

Suddenly, Joel’s hands were on either side of your face. He wasn’t smiling quite so big anymore but nevertheless maintained a kind glint behind his eyes. They were soft.

“‘M’sorry,” he said.

Then, pausing as if to consider his words, he said,

“You did great.”

He stopped again to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“So good.”

When he saw another smile twitch at the corners of your lips, as though asking him for more, he kissed those too.

“If that was your first time with…that…I’m, uh…”

“What?”

Another beat. Another stupid, stubbled grin.

“The luckiest…senior citizen sonovabitch, I guess.”

At the tail end of that, and once Joel had punctuated his sentence with another tender peck, you met his gaze again. Somehow, it had only gotten softer. His thumbs were searing the gentlest of imprints in the apples of your cheeks, his breaths were even and warm, and if you hadn’t known any better, you might’ve thought the man was contemplating saying something else to you then.

He didn’t.

The bridge to an old Billy Joel song made sure of that.

“And when she’s walkin’, she’s lookin’ so f-i-i-i-ine.”

You heard gravel crunch outside the cabin.

“And when she’s talkin’, she’ll say that she’s m-i-i-i-ine.”

Footsteps bounding up the half-rotted, cedar steps.

“She’ll say I’m not so tough just because I’m in love wi—SHIT.”

Tess’s face went blank the second the door swung open.

Thankfully, both of you were clothed. You and Joel leapt apart like she’d just caught you in doggy, though. And Tess looked like she might’ve seen an asscheek or two with the way she was staring at you both, letting the screen door slam shut, and a wordless ‘what-the-fuck’ caught somewhere in the tepid air between you three.

You stared at Tess, and Tess stared at you. Joel peered over her shoulder for the arrival of any more onlookers or folks just wanting to sing ‘Uptown Girl’ in your general vicinity. Fortunately, no one else appeared behind her.

But Tess looked awestruck enough for fifty people. She blinked and visibly swallowed as her gaze shifted to Joel.

“So FEDRA does dick appointments now?” she hissed.

“No!”

“I’m not—”

“He’s from the other camp.”

“You’re shitting me. Absolutely shitting me right now.”

You brought both hands to your face in a stifling, quiet desperation, unsure what to do. Joel just blinked back.

“I’m—we’re—” he started.

“Fucking!” Tess bit back, “You are so fucking. Raw.”

She wasn’t wrong. Her sixth sense for knowing who was having clandestine sex in her bed was kind of insane.

But, where you expected a look of horror to crawl into those taut, too-smart-for-her-own-good features, you found your bunkmate starting to raise her eyebrows.

Then laugh.

Tess threw her head back and laughed because she thought you were boinking a FEDRA camp counselor.

Joel shared a similar look of surprise but didn’t laugh.

“Yeah, I’m uh…J—” Again, he made as if to speak, to introduce himself, but Tess cut him off. About to wheeze.

“Lucien Flores, you dirty dog!” she cackled.

Joel glanced down at his nametag, started to shake his head, and probably didn’t anticipate Tess smacking him on the shoulder in a semi-congratulatory sort of way. Given a little more muscle to the playful punch, she just might’ve knocked him over. Joel was then trying to pry the pin off his polo just as you stepped closer to her.

“Tess, he’s…” You considered spilling the beans en masse but quickly decided against it. You’d have to stick to the barest of bones if you had any hope of escaping this place. So, resuming, you squeezed her arm and just said:

“Flores is gonna bust us out. Get your shit and we’ll go.”

Theresa Servopoulos didn’t need to be told twice.

And when she scrambled over to her sex-stricken bunk, inquired with a hurried but patently grossed out expression about who the fuck had wet the bed while she was gone, Joel didn’t hesitate—he said it was him.

“FEDRA man with a piss kink. I like you already, Lucien.”

#ONE CABIN 🏚️ #ONE BAND #ONE DREAM #ONE DIRECTION #IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS GONNA BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS YOU WOULD BE MISTAKEN HAHAHAHA #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fic #joel miller x you #dbf!joel

[completelyalien]

I had the idea of the brothers sharing their music tastes with each other. Then it turned into this.

In case you can’t read my handwriting the songs are:

-“Black Bear Road” by C.W. McCall

-“Lay All Your Love On Me” by ABBA

-“Candy Paint” by Post Malone

-“Numb” by Linkin Park

-“Hurt” by Johnny Cash

(Also to be clear, Floyd is happy that Branch has similar tastes in music, not that he’s sad.)

(Also also, I think John Dory would have a complicated history with country music since I love the idea of JD and Delta Dawn being exs lol)

(Also also also Poppy gave Branch the boom box, that’s why is has some stickers on it)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls brozone #trolls branch #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #trolls clay #trolls floyd #my art #art #sam draws #sketch #music taste #headcanon #this sorta turned into my own headcanons about the bros #and a little angsty #Floyd and branch are especially emo #lol #I imagine there are a lot of complicated feelings going on #also tried a different style #idk how I feel about #just experimenting #also branch like sad country music #that’s canon #also also also I listen to all theses songs #they’re good

[strange-birb]

I had too… I just had too

#batfamily #batfam #jason todd #batboys #batbros #fluff #the batfamily #jason todd secret band au #secret band au #jason todd fanart #stephanie brown #tim drake #tim drake imagine #tim drake fluff #batfamily headcanons #batfam shenanigans #batfam crack #incorrect batfam #batfam band au #batfam au #Tim drake is a little shit #tim drake sings #Tim drake is feral #jason would #Stephanie is girl drunk #angst #red hood fluff #red hood

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 976

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @allbadthingsmustdie (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

📝Note(s) - None.

⚠️Warning(s) - Talk of drugs obviously, and some smut. (Female getting fingered, & female receiving oral.)

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"Hello?" (Y/n) answered her landline, leaning against the wall as she twirled the cord subconsciously around her finger. "(Y/n)!" Nikki practically cried out from the other line, starling (Y/n) who quickly stood up right with worry. "Nikki? Nikki what's wrong?" She urged him to talk. "(Y/n) come over please! Please I need you here!" He begged in a panic, his voice shaking noticeably. "What happened Nikki?" (Y/n) pried. "Please (Y/n), please just come over, please please please." Nikki begged desperately. "Okay okay, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." (Y/n) promised, despite living twenty minutes away. "Thank you thank you thank you!" He cried before the line died. (Y/n) ran across her house, forgetting her purse, only grabbing her keys before she bolted out of the house. Driving like a bat outta hell to Nikki's house, luckily going unnoticed by any cops as she easily drove twenty over the speed limit.

Once she reached Nikki's house she slammed on the breaks and parked her car, cutting the engine in an instant, she jumped out and rushed to the front door. She didn't even bother knocking, instead she used the key Nikki gave her ages ago, and rushed inside. "Nikki Nikki where are you!?" (Y/n) slammed the door closed behind her as she rushed into the foyer. "(Y/n)!" Nikki ran into the room from the hall, all but tackling her. And without another word her grabbed her arm in a vice like grip and dragged her to his bedroom, and straight into his closet, slamming the door behind them. "Nikki why are we in your closet?" (Y/n) asked with confusion, trying to ignore the sight of his guns, and heroin scattered around them within the cramped closet. "Please (Y/n), their out to get me!" Nikki pleaded with her, his eyes wide and glossy. "Who Nikki, who is out to get you?" (Y/n) asked with worry in her eyes.

Nikki then pulled her down to the floor, to sit in front of him. "The tiny men in the trees! Those fuckers are trying to get me!" He exclaimed hysterically. "Nikki..." (Y/n)'s worry was replaced with empathy. "Nikki no one is out to get you." (Y/n) tried to assure him, but he only shook his head in denial. "No you don't understand, I can see them! Please don't let them get me (Y/n), please don't let them get me." Nikki pleaded, fat tears rolling down his pale cheeks, fear evident in his voice. He truly believed that there were tiny men after him, and his fear was as genuine, as (Y/n)'s love for him. "Okay Nikki, I won't let anyone get you. No one's gonna take you from me." She promised sincerely, her heart aching when he practically lurched himself into her arms, his face buried in her neck as he wept softly. His hands drifting up and down her thighs, making (Y/n) frown in confusion. "Nikki what are you doing?" She asked in a soft tone, a gasp emitting from her when Nikki suddenly straddled her thighs, it was as if someone had suddenly flipped a switch within him.

"Nikki?" (Y/n)'s heart was in her throat, and despite his hysterical emotion he hand just been experiencing, his eyes were now blown with desire. "What are you doing?" She placed her hand against his cheek, unsurprised by how clammy his skin felt. "I want you, I've always wanted you." Nikki admitted, his hands trailing up her sides. "Nikki you're high... Stop." (Y/n) pushed his hands away. "I'm always high, but that doesn't mean I don't want you." He argued. "You were just hysterical not five minutes ago, stop and think about what you're doing." (Y/n) reasoned. "I've thought about it every damn night baby. I've thought about you every single night, dreaming about how warm you'd feel around my cock, and how tight you are." Nikki chuckled softly, his hands drifting up to cup her breasts firmly. "Just let me touch you, no one has to know." He asked with a small groan.

"Nikki." (Y/n) warned, despite leaning into his touch. "No one has to know baby." Nikki hummed as he gave her another firm squeeze, chuckling softly when she moaned in response. "No one has to know." He murmured. "This can be our dirty little secret, here in our little sanctuary within this closet." He added before leaning forward, kissing her hungrily. The kiss was sloppy, all tongue and teeth, though neither of them minded. His fingers dug into her flesh, and left fire in his wake as his hands drifted down to her hips. Swiftly his fingers un-clasped her belt, then unbuttoned her jeans. Slender fingers slipped into her pants, and Nikki rubbed her pussy over her panties, smirking at the small moan she gave in response. "Good girl." He whispered when he pulled away from the kiss, moving off of her lap before swiftly tearing her jeans down her legs.

"Don't rip them." (Y/n) warned. "You can have a pair of mine." Nikki mused. "Great way to keep a secret, have me leaving here wearing your pants." (Y/n) shot back with a small glare, grinning when he smirked at her. "Shush, just enjoy this." Nikki crawled back up her, sitting himself beside her, nuzzling his face into her neck. "Can I rip these?" Nikki asked as he snapped the band of her panties against her skin. "Would you listen if I said no?" (Y/n) wondered. "Nope." Nikki chuckled before ripping her panties apart, and tossing them into a corner of the closet. "They'll be a wonderful memento of this moment." He mused as his fingers traced her pussy lips. "Creep." (Y/n) breathed out, a shudder running up her back when he rubbed her clit.

"You fucking love it." He sassed before slipping a single finger into her sopping cunt, groaning at how wet she was. "Fuck." He groaned. "Nikki." (Y/n) moaned when he moved his finger in a come hither motion. "You want more baby?" Nikki asked as he began kissing her neck. "Yes y-yes please Nikki." (Y/n) nodded her head, thrusting her hips forward. Without another word Nikki slipped a second finger into her, groaning at his tight she felt around just two fingers. "Damn I wanna fuck this sweet pussy." Nikki moaned before playfully nipping at her neck. "I want you to." (Y/n) breathed out, her hands grasping his arm firmly, anchoring herself to reality as he finger fucked her. "Good girl." Nikki hummed with a chuckle, before pulling her in for a make out, as he worked her.

The sloppy sound of her squelching pussy practically echoed in the closet, mixed with their moans, and heavy panting. Nikki then slipped in a third finger, his thumb rubbing firm tight circles against her clit. (Y/n) pulled back from the kiss to let out a loud moan, panting desperately for air, as the coil in her belly tightened more and more with every thrust of his fingers. "Don't stop, I'm so close." (Y/n) panted before throwing her head back with a moan. "Do it baby, cum for me." Nikki encouraged as he lowered himself between her legs, his mouth latching onto her clit, and sucking harshly. (Y/n)'s back arched and her legs clamped down around Nikki's head, squeezing him a bit as she came undone.

Nikki growled against her heat, lapping her juices up, and working her through her high. "N-Nikki holy fuck... Nikki." (Y/n) panted as she gripped his hair, her nails gently scraping his scalp. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, and quickly popped them into his mouth, groaning at the taste of her. "Fuck." (Y/n) breathed out at the sight, biting her bottom lip. "You taste better than I could have ever imagined." Nikki murmured before lazily lapping at her sensitive pussy, greed filling his heart to indulge in the taste of her. "Nikki I can't take anymore." (Y/n) whined softly, her legs shaking a little. "Yes you can, I know you can." Nikki insisted before sliding his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, his nose rubbing against her clit as he tongue fucked her.

"Oh god!" (Y/n) cried out as the muscles in her stomach tensed almost painfully. "I'm-I'm..." (Y/n) babbled as her mind became foggy with ecstasy. Nikki moaned against her, his fingers digging into her thigh, as he held her legs apart. "N-Nikki." (Y/n) breathed out before her eyes rolled back, her second orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Nikki moaned against her once more, tongue fucking her through her orgasm. Once more ensuring that he lapped up all that she had to offer him, before kissing her hungrily. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck and kept him close, a moan escaping from her when she felt his bulge rub against her. Within these walls, they truly felt like they were the only humans on earth.

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Part 2?

#imagine #gif imagine #extended #band imagine #nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx smut #motley crue x reader #mötley crüe #mötley crüe imagine #motley crue imagine #mötley crüe smut #motley crue smut #Sixxi #Nikki and Sixxi

[fangirl94stuff]

HOW TO REQUEST

Hello everyone, I thought I'd take a quick minute to explain the request process. I'd prefer if you private message me on Wattpad (Mediagirl94) and the same thing on Tumblr (Fangirl94stuff)

Here's how I take my requests for band imagines:

.DM me your request (I won't do requests from comment section)

.No personal names (Using your name for a character as soon readers don't like that sort of thing - and I want to make this a happy place for everyone x)

.The band member or multiple: (Roles they play in plot)

.A brief plot description: (It doesn't have to be much, just enough to get my creative juices flowing)

EXAMPLE:

Band Member: Alan Ashby & Austin Carlile

Plot: y/n Austin's younger sister and dating Alan. Alan and y/n fight and Alan goes out drinking. When he comes back y/n scolds him for drinking and he hits her just as Austin walks in. Austin tells Alan to leave. Alan comes crawling back next day to apologize.

(I'm still willing to write for former members of bands but only via requests - also not quite sure for some former members how much time must pass)

Some people also wanted clarification on what bands I write for currently so I compiled a list below of the bands requested since I started writing these imagines in 2015/2016 - there will be some I missed but feel free to message me before sending a full request to see if I write for the band you like.

Once you see the list you'll understand my music preferences and of course my age haha :)

BANDS:

All Time Low

Against The Current

A Day To Remember

Asking Alexandria

Black Veil Brides

Bring Me The Horizon

Escape The Fate

Falling In Reverse

Fall Out Boy

Good Charlotte

HIM

Hollywood Undead

Ice Nine Kills

Motionless In White

My Chemical Romance

New Years Day

Of Mice & Men

Paramore

Pierce The Veil

PVRIS

Sleeping With Sirens

Slipknot

The Amity Affliction

Twenty One Pilots

The Rasmus

You Me At Six

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[borzoilover69]

Karkat Vantas and his wellknown postgame vibrant and fashionable closet. Which totally isnt the rerun of the same cargo pants and black shirt combo. Maybe a pair of long shorts. To spice it up. But thats probably too spicy.

#karkat vantas #homestuck #hom3stuck #borzoi art #fresh off the presses #kanaya maryam #tbh i imagine him dressing like some garage band drummmer… #like if you agree

[chaosandmarigolds]

My favorite thing about Simon Riley (at least how he is in my head ya know) is that he's either on top of it like he knows you better than anyone else-

It was just a regular Friday night, you had been out with some friends and probably drank a bit too much for anyone's comfort, so with a sigh of defeat you called your boyfriend (who you had pinkie promised you wouldn't need to call, because you are a mature, well adjusted, adult) It was late but not very so the phone only rang once before he picked up.

"Good evenin princess."

"Si?" your voice was a bit rasped and the lingering sob in the back of your throat didn't help your case, a cryer is what your friends called your more drunken state, "I...Lil too much."

A pause and you hear the jingle of his keys, "Ten minutes. Stay on the phone with me, yeah?"

"Mkay, is' cold outside."

"Why are you outside, baby?"

"Ji-Jill got an uber- said-said I couldn't come. an-and the bar sai-said I can't go back inside...they were so mean."

"Fuckin Jillian-" You hear him mutter and then his voice goes back to its regular level, "Baby I want you to go back to the bar and tell them that I'm gonna be there to pick you up in a minute, is's snowin out here."

A short pause, "And I know the guy at the door scares you but I need you to be my strong girl and go back inside, yeah?"

Or its just, he's oblivious until the very end-

You were currently running a hundred-and-two fever, your muscles ached and everything in you screamed at you to sit down and take a nap. However, your boyfriend just got back from deployment and you were determined to make sure everything was perfect for him. And, thus far, it was- you put on some makeup to make yourself look alive and you just resigned to not speaking a lot, or eating. He didn't seem to notice, about forty hours back into being home and everything was perfect! Aside from the lingering feeling you may just drop dead at any moment.

So at that moment, you sat on the sofa with him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your hot skin covered by your hoodie and the hood of it pulled over to hide your face as you had aptly nuzzled into his side. You felt like death.

Yet in Simon's mind he thought you were just being a blushing school girl, excited about his return and a bit flustered by it. Until he dipped his head down to press a kiss against your forehead.

"The fuck?" He muttered as he moved his hand to your forehead and tugged down the hood to look at you, "Why're so hot?"

You gulp down and shrug your shoulders, "Jus little sick. 'M okay."

"Girly- your skin is burnin up." "Okay?" "How...have you bee' sick this 'tire time?"

"Really feel fine-"

"Lair."

A pause and you look down, "Only little bit."

(annnyway thats it <333 comments and all that jazz make my day)

#simon ghost riley #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #cod x you #simon riley imagine #simon ghost x reader #cod fluff #ghost mw2 #ghost band #ghost headcanons #ghost x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x female y/n #coco's chaos <3

[cherrirui-official]

I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha

I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit

#first of all ahem DONT TAG THIS AS SHIP OR WHATEVER!!! ILL THROW ROCKS AT YOU!!!!! BITCH!!!!!!! #troIlcest (or whatever you call yourselves idk) DONT TOUCH my SHIT! Ty :] anyways... #For context I like to hc that when he was younger Bruce would always have JD brush his hair #and like... whenever lil Bruce was upset it would help calm him down i think ahhauysgjiodk do u guys see the vision?? #and since it's my au i can make reality whatever i want it to be sooooo :] #I like to imagine that it still helps Bruce calm down even tho they're older now.. Big bro brushing his lil bros hair to soothe him UUGH #Let JD be a good older brother pleeease #also gave JD flowers in his hair too bc he deserves them me thinks... Now him and Bruce are matching!!! #i dont have any specific flowers in mind for the ones in their hair i just picked a color for the flowers that looked pretty and ran with i #also saying it again i love love LOOOOVE the crayon tool in mspaint using it to make gradients is so!!!! UUUGHUHHH!!!! /pos #the pattern on JD's jacket fur will never be consistent shhhhh #trolls #trolls band together #john dory trolls #trolls john dory #bruce trolls #trolls bruce #beach bros au #cherris canvas #I made that last image btw #everytime i saw that screenshot of jd it made me think of the spongebob scene where its a pov of flats waking up #and the first thing he sees is spongebob waiting for him with flowers in his hand and smiling