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ladyveronikawrites · 11 months

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DIVE (Days 1 & 2 of 30 days of Bad Omens) @signs-of-ill-portent

Noah Sebastian x Female Reader

||Sexy time in the pool, fingering, slight voyeurism

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Sitting on your sandy beach towel, you watch the Nicks and Jolly sprint into the dark ocean. Yes, sprint. Bad Omens have been on tour for six months straight. Last night they closed their tour by playing in their hometown. Folio insisted on staying one more day to watch the sunrise on the beach.

It’s breathtaking to watch the sun slowly swallow the twilight. You tug at the sleeves of your hoodie as the ocean breeze brushes over you. Never in a million years did you expect to see tough tattooed guys squeal with excitement when their feet touch the icy water. In the short time you have toured with the band as an amateur photographer, you’ve gotten to know the guys pretty well, almost too well.

A soft chuckle fractures your tranquility. “You gonna join them?” Noah yawns sitting next to you. The one thing you have learned from this tour and that Noah is definitely not a morning person.

“Hell no, I’m terrified of the ocean.” You force a laugh. “You never know what might be lurking underneath.”

You playfully shove Noah in the shoulder. At this point, Jolly and the Nicks are waist-deep in the water shoving each other into the waves. Noah starts to ramble about his extraordinary plans for the studio while at home that he has no idea the guys are running full force straight at him. You try to get his attention but it's no use. You jump up from your towel as the guys plow into Noah, soaking wet. Shouts, grumbles, and “Hey I just wanted to give you a hug” spew from the chaotic scene. Your side hurts from laughing so hard that your eyes begin to water. You can’t catch your breath as Noah just glares back at you.

“You're next!” Folio yells. You try to run, but he pulls you into a bear hug. Jolly and Ruffilo stumble into us, causing us all to fall to the ground. We are all a blubbering mess of laughs, jests, and hiccups. When we all finally catch our breath, Noah just stands there rolling his eyes at us. You stick your tongue out at him. This only garners a huff, and Noah stalks away.

Ruffilo pulls you up from the ground, and his hand lingers a little too long. You give Nick a small smile as the other Nick picks up your beach towel. You try to ask for it back, but he insists on carrying it for you. You don’t deserve their kindness, but you are eternally grateful for them.

When we all make it back to the private beach house the sun is hot and bright in the sky. Your eyes widen when you see Noah already in the pool. Water drips from his slicked-back hair and the muscles of his defined arms and back glisten.

“Close your mouth,” Ruffilo whispers into your ear.

“Shut up!” You shove Nick, but you don’t move from your spot. He just rolls his eyes and walks away.

“Dive on in.” Noah beckons from the low end. Bewildered you look down at your feet trying to process his request. You stare at your oversized band tee and soft shorts.

Oh, what the hell, it’s just water right? You muster up the courage and make your way through the gate. Phantom feet carry you to the diving board. You can do this. You can do this! You repeat to yourself.

You take in an audible breath as a dazzling grin spreads across Noah’s face.

Splash!

Instantly ice cold water envelops your body. When you crest the surface you splash water in Noah’s face.

“For fuck’s sake, Noah! It’s freezing!”

“How else was I supposed to get you in here?” he shrugs casually. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.”

Reluctantly, you make your way to him, and he wraps his arms around you. You press your back into his chest, breathing in the mix of chlorine and cologne.

“You are shaking baby,” he whispers.

Heat rushes to your core, and you clench your thighs together. Noah chuckles darkly into your ear. You bite your tongue to stop the moan, trying to leave your lips. Suddenly, Noah’s hands lift the hem of your shirt searching for your bare skin. His hands explore your hips and tummy, finally making their way to your breasts. His large hands cup your breast pawing at the soft tissue.

“Don’t make a sound,” Noah growls as he traces circles around your nipples. You nod quickly then he pinches both nipples. You groan through the pain that turns to pleasure.

“That’s it,” Noah encourages.

One large hand remains on your chest as the other one snakes its way down your torso to the hem of your shorts. Your clit is already throbbing to his touch

“If you want me to stop, just say stop, ok?”

“I understand.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you whimper.

“What do you want?”

“Touch me, Noah, please.” You beg.

“I can’t help myself when you beg doll,” Noah taps your thigh and you immediately spread them.

He leans down and bites your earlobe, and you yelp as he simultaneously plunges his finger between your sex. A low groan leaves your open mouth as you sink deeper into his toned chest. Noah swipes two fingers over your folds teasingly he plunges them deep inside you, then slowly withdrawals them.

��Noah,” you moan. “Please.”

All at once, Noah plunges two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out vigorously. Your legs are tense as you plant your feet firmly on the textured floor of the pool.

“I’m so close,” you whimper. Before the last syllable leaves your lips Noah curves his fingers inside you and presses the heel of his palm into your clit. Pressure builds in your core as your neck rolls back against Noah’s chest. Your toes curl as Noah holds you tightly.

‘Noah,” you breathe out as your orgasm claims you. Your walls clench around his fingers as he finger fucks you through it.

“God, I love it when you say my name,” Noah purrs. “You are perfect.” Noah removes himself from inside you and brings you into a strong embrace.

“Pay up, boys” Jolly snickers from the patio. You look up to find the guys staring at you and Noah in the pool. You glare at Noah trying to come up with a snarky remark.

“Sorry I corrupted you,” he chuckles. You shove him in the chest and storm over the pool edge splashing the other guys with water

“Hey hey, these are new boots,” Jolly gestures to his shoes. Before you can retort Noah pulls you into a big bear hug.

“Shhh just let them go. Enjoy this moment.” Noah kisses your forehead. You will cherish this moment and the last day with the band.

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ohabigailhowcouldyou · 6 months

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Candy... ~pt 2: Honey~

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There was no moment for Vinny to get Ricky alone again for the rest of the day, and by the time they trooped onto the stage that night, Vinny's nerves felt taught, like guitar strings about to snap the second someone strummed them.

He tried to divert the tension into the music, letting the familiar beats of his drum kit carry him from song to song. But by the time Werewolf started, he knew it was in vain. Every so often until then he'd catch Ricky's eyes on him, blue and hot as gas flames, and something low in his belly would clench, like a hunger pang.

Then the second verse of Werewolf started, and for a second Ricky looked back at him, then pointedly nodded at Chris. Vinny's heart skipped a beat, as did the hit he'd meant to land on his snare drum. Ricky's smirk let him know the other man had noticed his fumble and he swallowed heavily, just barely recovering in time to look forward and witness, yet again, Chris displaying his feral side that had twitter in such a state. Vinny tried not to look. Tried and failed to keep his eyes off Chris' ass and thighs, his profile as he turned to do his dance with the Cherrybombs. And when, after the song, Chris grinned at him while drinking water, Vinny could feel the blush staining his cheeks just as painfully as he could feel that same tightening in his belly that Ricky could trigger. He didn't smile back, and could see the concern on Chris' face before he had to turn back and address the audience.

For the rest of the set, Vinny kept his head down, feeling unreasonably angry and humiliated. After everything, why would Ricky point his attention back to Chris, if not to mock him? Didn't this afternoon mean anything to Ricky after all? Had he misread disappointment at losing out on head as something deeper? The questions spun through Vinny's mind in a dizzy spiral with no end in sight.

They finished the set, and Vinny all but ran off stage, trying to get the hell away from his bandmates and his own thoughts. Unfortunately there weren't many places to escape to, backstage of the venue. He ended up outside, in the walkway between the venue and their fleet of buses and trailers. He leaned against a trailer, outside of the pool of light from the stage door, hoping he'd stay hidden for at least a little while. He shivered, the air was freezing on his sweaty, painted skin. He picked at a spot on his arm where the black paint was starting to flake off. Maybe on their next tour he'd stop covering his skin. Ricky didn't anymore, nor did Chris. At that thought, Vinny's frown deepened.

It was there, scratching the paint off his arm with a scowl on his face, that he was found, much sooner that he'd hoped.

"Vin, there you are! I've been looking - Jesus, Vinny, you're gonna get fucking hypothermia!"

It was Chris, ducking down so his worried expression was eye-level with Vinny. He was so close that Vinny could see the little specks of glitter that had migrated from his eyelids to his cheekbones during the show.

"I'm fine," Vinny tried to tell him, but the words were hampered by the fact that his teeth were chattering so hard. He hadn't noticed quite how cold he was until now, when he realized the pain in his limbs wasn't solely from drumming.

"Vin, what's going on?" Chris' voice was gentle, and his warm hands gripped Vinny's upper arms tugging him away from the trailer and closer to Chris' hoodie-covered frame.

Vinny tried to shrug. "I just needed some air. The pyro and shit was cooking me alive in there. I hadn't noticed how cold it is." He wanted to think he'd given a plausible explanation, despite the fact that he'd started to shiver uncontrollably.

"C'mere," Chris mumbled, tugging Vinny against him and wrapping him in his arms. Vinny didn't bother trying to resist the hug, or, a few seconds later, Chris tucking him under one arm to lead him back into the venue.

"Did something happen with you and Ricky?" Chris asked, voice low, as they walked back into the venue. "After... Uh, what I interrupted."

"No," Vinny muttered. Chris' bodyheat was sinking into his skin, calming the shivers a little bit. He didn't try to pull away, though, even as they passed crew and venue staff on the way to their green room. "I mean... well... nevermind."

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't judge you."

Vinny sighed. If Ricky was going to try and humiliate him, Vinny may as well rob him of the ammunition.

"Before what you walked in on happened, Ricky had grabbed my phone to get me to give him back the damn candy bar. But he saw a video I was watching, and kinda threatened to use it against me, I guess, if I didn't give him... uh... what he wanted. But then we started making out, and I thought we were on the same page, or whatever. But now, I'm not so sure. I think that I misread him."

Chris was frowning, eyes dark with concern as he looked at Vinny. "Use it against you, how? And for a candy bar? Seems a bit drastic."

"Not the candy bar. He said he wanted a blowjob, actually. I thought he was just kidding, trying to piss me off. But then... Everything else happened, and I thought we were both into it, more than just stress relief, or whatever, I don't know. But tonight, he... I think he might have been more serious about the threat than I thought. Not necessarily trying to get me to really do anything sexual, I mean, he's not a creep. But to get back at me for getting the upper hand earlier, maybe."

"And how would he do that?" Chris prompted after patiently listening to Vinny's rambling explanation.

"Tell you what I was watching, I guess," Vinny mumbled, with a shrug, looking up to see they'd reached their green room. He could hear familiar voices behind the half-open door.

Chris obviously had more questions, but he gave Vinny a little shake, pausing before entering the room. "Why don't you take advantage of the showers here? Get warmed up. You're still shivering."

Vinny nodded, then turned to Chris, saying in a rush; "It wasn't anything gross. It was a video of you, actually. I guess I'd rather tell you myself, than have him do it."

Then, face burning with embarrassment and eyes stinging with sudden tears, Vinny stepped out from under Chris' arm and into the green room. He caught Ricky looking at him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't stop or acknowledge the other man as he grabbed his bag and made his way to the bathroom.

The showers were individual cubicles and he gratefully locked himself inside of one. He scrubbed the paint and sweat from his skin under the mercifully hot water, then dried off and pulled on sweatpants and a hoodie. He felt better, body temperature back to normal and a bit of the weight off his chest after talking to Chris. He was pretty sure he could finish out the last few days on the road without having a mental breakdown, even. Pretty sure. At least until he opened the cubicle door to find Chris waiting for him.

He was leaning back against the sink, face clear of the remnants of his makeup, expression carefully neutral. Vinny could see his own face reflected in the large mirror behind Chris, the small frown above his red rimmed eyes, the way he was pressing his lips together, muscles in his jaw twitching.

"I talked to Ricky," Chris said, without preamble. His voice betraying even less that his face.

"Yeah?" Vin tried hard to be casual, rubbing his damp towel over his dripping hair.

"I have a question."

Vinny slumped back against the partition between cubicles, letting his bag drop to the floor at his feet, still halfheartedly trying to dry his curls. He made a motion with his chin, to indicate that Chris can ask his question.

The older man tucked his hands into his pants pockets, eyes dropping down to the middle distance between them.

"The video... was that just, general interest in guys that you're exploring? Or was it more specifically... me?"

"That's two questions," Vin mumbled, then kept talking before Chris could reply. "I've been exploring my general interest in guys since highschool, so..." He shrugged, looking down at the damp towel in his hands.

"But... What about Ricky, then?"

Vin scrunched the towel into a ball, squeezing the damp material until his knuckles turned white. "It's possible to find multiple people attractive at the same time."

There was a soft sound as Chris shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah. I guess it is." There was amusement in his voice and Vinny looked up to see a small smile on Chris' face. He was still not looking at Vinny, keeping his eyes on the cracked tiles between them. "I guess it is," he repeated, quietly, like he was sharing some joke with himself.

"So, if we're done here," Vinny cleared his throat, twisting the much abused towel between his hands, as if to wring water from it, before tossing it over his shoulder.

"Wait, I just -", Chris took a step forward, one hand outstretched to halt Vinny's escape. His smile had faded, dark eyes meeting Vin's for the first time. "I wanted to say... God, I don't know. That I don't mind?"

"Cool," Vinny's voice was small. He bent forward to lift up his bag, but Chris' tattooed hand grabbed his before he could reach it. He jerked upright, to find Chris had closed the distance between them to step into Vinny's personal space, closer even that he'd been outside by the bus. Looking up, Vinny could have counted the taller man's eyelashes, except that Chris cupped his cheeks and pressed his lips to Vin's with exquisite softness and Vin lost the ability to form any coherent thought. The kiss was warm and chaste and Vin breathed a small sigh against Chris' lips, one hand reaching up to curl into the soft fabric of the Beetlejuice hoodie Chris was wearing.

Chris slid his palm down over Vinny's chest, to curl around his waist. He kept the kiss unhurried, even as Vin's lips parted for him to explore further, curling his tongue against Vinny's in a slow, teasing promise of things to come. Vinny heard himself moan, low in his throat, as he moved up onto his tiptoes, pressing closer against Chris' warmth.

Pulling away from Vinny's lips, Chris trailed kisses across his jaw, pausing to give his earlobe a kitten lick that had Vinny's skin erupting in goosebumps.

"God, Vin," Chris' voice was husky in his ear, "do you have any idea what I'd like to do to you?" More kisses trailed across his jaw, then down to the side of his throat, where Chris trailed the very tip of his tongue over Vinny's pulse point.

"Please," Vinny breathed, high and needy, one hand in a deathgrip around Chris' hoodie, the other coming up to tug at the short purple strands of Chris' hair.

Chris made a sound, somewhere between a groan and a laugh, and pressed his lips to Vinny's again, the kiss hungrier than before. He slid both large hands down over Vinny's back to cup his ass, grinding their hips together in a movement that had both of them gasping into each other's mouths. Chris rolled his hips, the same slow, deliberate movements he'd made on stage, only now it was for Vinny's benefit alone. Each languid thrust undid a little more of Vinny's inhibition, until he was rutting back against Chris, moans falling from his parted lips, their open mouths no longer kissing so much as sharing uneven breaths.

"Fuck," the expletive sounded torn from Chris' throat, and without warning he fell to his knees in front of Vinny, eyes dark as he looked up to ask, "May I?"

Vinny couldn't form a coherent thought, much less words, at the sight of Chris on his knees for him. He did his best to nod, hands trembling as ran his fingers lightly through Chris' short hair, being careful not to tug, however much he might have wanted to. Chris pulled at the waistband of Vinny's sweatpants, making a quiet sound of approval at the fact that there was no underwear in his way, as he wrapped long fingers around Vinny's hard length. Vinny had always been fine with how perfectly average his cock was, didn't spend his life obsessing over it like some guys seemed to. So, the effect the sight of Chris' large hand dwarfing him had was unexpected, making his breath catch in his throat, a curl of hot shame forming in his belly. Except, instead of putting him off, the humiliation only turned him on even more. His grip tightened on the purple hair, wordlessly urging Chris on. Vinny's breath was coming in short sharp gasps and he didn't think he'd last long enough for Chris to even begin stoking his cock properly, but somehow he managed to keep control of himself, even as Chris leaned in to lick at the precum leaking from his tip. He moaned at that, letting his head fall back for only a second, before looking down again, not wanting to miss a single second of the sight of Chris stretching his full lips around Vinny's cock.

It was an embarrassingly short time before Vinny felt the familiar tightening of his impending orgasm. He tugged harder on Chris' hair, to try and pull him away.

"I'm gonna... Please, Chris, I'm gonna cum... I'm -" the words were interspersed with little moans as Chris just swallowed him down even deeper, the head of Vinny's cock hitting the back of his throat.

Vinny couldn't hold back any longer, a keening moan escaping his lips as he came so hard he could see stars behind his tightly shut eyelids. Chris didn't pull away until he'd gotten every last drop from Vinny, given his softening cock slow little licks until Vinny jerked away, painfully oversensitive. He pulled up Vinny's sweats before rising to his feet, letting Vinny pull him in for a lazily, fuck-drunk kiss.

It took a few seconds for the thought of returning the favor to even occur in Vinny's scrambled brain, and he reached for Chris' waistband, wanting to touch, to reciprocate, but Chris caughts his wrists. He pulled away from the kiss to look up at the other man. Chris gave a small smile and shook his head.

"We need to get back to the bus, we're gonna be missed soon."

"But," Vinny started, and was silenced with a quick kiss.

"It's fine," Chris said. "Come on, let's go."

And with a last press of his lips to Vinny's, Chris turned and walked away, hands burrowing into his pockets, leaving Vinny behind, confused and disappointed.

#band fanfiction #miw #miw band #miw fanfic #miw fic #motionless in white #motionless in white fic #band rpf #chris motionless #ricky olson #vinny mauro #vinny x chris #vinny mauro x chris motionless #band fic #bandom #real person fiction #motionless in white fanfiction #miw fanfiction

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behindtheband420 · 2 months

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i made an au where dookie/pre dookie green day exist in our time (like this year kind of time) and i need to get my ideas off my chest before i go insane

Billie- Very sweet. Tries to do what's best for everyone. Openly bi but doesn't want a relationship right now (unfortunately 80 doesn't exist in this au cause i didn't know what to do with her) (also it's totally not because he has a crush on Mike or anything). Wears random band shirts even if he doesn't listen to them. A pussy when it comes to scary shit. Paints his nails. Sometimes dyes his hair different colors but mostly likes to keep it black.

Mike- the human equivalent of cardboard. Doesn't show much emotion unless he wants to. Gets pissed off with Tré most of the time. Just likes to sit on his phone and drink coffee. He works at a fast food joint to support the other two since the band doesn't get paid much for shows. Has probably punched Tré multiple times for being loud as fuck. Unlike him, Mike shows a lot of care to Billie, despite not really showing it on his face. He mostly wears tank tops even in cold weather.

Tré- chaos gremlin. Unironnically an iPad kid. Has probably said "gyat" or "rizz" as part of his vocabulary. Has nearly burnt the house down on several occasions. Though he's the only one that can cook so it's either that or Chinese food for the 50th time. Sleeps till 3pm or somewhere around that time. Dyes his hair green though his brown roots show. Tries to get Billie in most of his shenanigans but gets immediately bonked on the head by Mike. Brain is probably fried from markiplier fnaf gameplay. Wears baseball shirts with jeans that are barely hanging together by a thread

Look I know it's cringe 😭 I'm not trying to be that one Hamilton post (you know the one) this was just a crackhead idea I had to let off my chest because I wanna draw these idiots in the stupidest of situations

#don't make fun of me I will cry 😢#green day #billie joe armstrong #mike dirnt #tre cool #rpf #band rpf #band au #real life au

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gothsugarbunnidisco · 1 month

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rpf stands for real person. fun. yippee :)

#kittyposting #rpf #mine #real person fiction #real person shipping #please laugh #bandom #band rpf #bandom rpf

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sunnydaze081 · 30 days

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Im taking the job of making a 'Everytime We Touch' AMV of Maxie

Im already almost done

please recommend me some images in reblogs

#escape the fate #falling in reverse #ronnie radke #max green #Maxie #mg&rr #rpf #band rpf

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chronosik · 4 months

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taemin is my wittle baby waby wuppy puppy boy

#pinching his cheeks #my baby!!#screams literally yells #kpop #taemin #shinee #shawol #self ship #rpf #kpop rpf #self ship rpf #band rpf

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screamsinsilver · 6 months

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bomens vampire au where there is extensive commentary on folio's jesus neck tattoo

#. yeah #i had this thought and it won't go away #nick folio #bad omens #band rpf

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truthorsandwiches · 1 year

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#chess piece posts #rpf #band rpf #tmbg #they might be giants #john flansburgh #john linnell #fanfic #proship #pro rpf

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 4 months

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Summary: Brendon Urie gives Ryan Ross a milk enema.

Author: Druscilla_Way

Note from submitter: this is not an endorsment of the content or the author. Only submitting this for curiosity as this is a very infamous fic.

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #tumblr polls #fanfiction #fandom poll #fanfic #fandom culture #internet culture #the milk fic #panic! at the disco #p!atd #band rpf #rpf

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ladyveronikawrites · 10 months

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SMUT PROMPT WRITING CHALLENGE

AN *I'm not sure how many of these I can do per request so please be mindful when asking. I don't mind taking requests but it may take me a few days. *

Smut prompt list

30 Days of Bad Omens- Argue

A prompt fic for 30 Days of Bad Omens by @signs-of-ill-portent

Bingo Card here

masterlist

Prompt # 77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

Pairing: Noah x Isabel (ofc)

CW: Dominant/submissive dynamic, caretaking-ish, blowjob

Noah doesn’t like to argue. He’s grown a lot through therapy and meditation. He is usually slow to anger and very conscious about his breathing. Except for this moment. His shoulders tense as he cracks his knuckles. He bites down on his lip hard forcing himself to swallow the sarcastic remark. The taste of copper fills his mouth.

Tonight she’s relentless with her tongue…but not in the way he would prefer with her on her knees begging for his cock. Working her majestic tongue sucking him off.

No, he came home to her drunk on a bottle of wine with her best friend Sasha. Sure he wasn’t supposed to be home for a few hours but that’s no excuse for her foul mouth.

“Sasha, I think it’s time for you to go,” Noah says flatly as he opens the front door. He gets an Uber for Sasha.

“But we just-”

Noah cuts off Sasha’s pathetic whining. “5.”

“Really Noah?” His girlfriend Isabel sneers. “She just got here.”

“Bullshit.” Noah cracks his jaw. “4.” Sasha huffs.

“FineI’llgetmystuff.” Sasha slurs swaying when she rises from the couch.

“No, please stay Sasha.” Isabel grabs Sasha’s wrist pulling her back to the couch.

In an instant, Noah is standing over Isabel on the couch. “Keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in.” Noah turns to Sasha softening his voice.

“It’s time to go Sasha.”

He offers Sasha his hand which she quickly grabs pulling herself from the couch. Noah wraps his arm around Sasha's waist to keep her upright as they walk in tandem to the kitchen for her purse.

“The Uber is here for you. Drink some water and rest, ok?”

“Thanks.” Sasha hiccups. Noah walks her to the Uber and watches as the car drives off into the night.

Noah shuts the front door and turns to find Isabel leaning over with her head in her hands. Noah grabs a bottle of water and a box of leftover pizza from the fridge. He grabs a liquid IV drink packet from the cabinet.

Noah sets down the pizza box on the coffee table and hands Isabel the water and hydration packet.

“Eat and drink all of this. I’m going to shower.” Without another word, Noah walks to the bathroom.

Noah takes a long hot shower to calm his nerves and give Isabel time to follow his directions. Noah dries his hair with a towel and dresses in a tee shirt and sweats.

Noah walks into the living room and finds a pizza slice missing, an empty water bottle, and a passed-out Isabel on the couch snoring softly. Noah picks Isabel up from the couch and carries her to their bed. He gently lays her on the bed, unfastens, and pulls off her jeans. Then he lifts the covers and carefully pulls her to her side of the bed. He tucks her in and then crawls into bed beside her. Her soft snores lull him to sleep.

Noah wakes before his alarm. He sits up to find Isabel still fast asleep. He knows the first thing she will do is scroll through social media when she wakes so he texts her the plan for today which also includes the consequence of her actions yesterday.

Noah and Isabel have been together for a few months. She was the one to approach him about shifting their relationship into this dynamic. They discussed boundaries, rules, safewords, consequences, and aftercare.

Noah pours himself a cup of coffee as he waits for the eggs to cook. His phone dings.

Isabel: Good morning sir. Yes, sir, I understand and accept.

Noah:: Very good.

Noah sets out two plates of food on the small round table beside the coffee cups as Isabel shuffles into the kitchen dressed in Noah’s favorite pajamas: his original Bad Omens band tee. Nothing quite boosts the ego like his girl wearing his merch. The hem of the shirt hit just at her thighs.

Isabel starts to rummage through the refrigerator leaning over slightly exposing the slightest curve of her ass. Although Noah could stare at his girl in this position all day he controls himself.

“Stop. Come here, pretty girl.” Isabel turns and pops open her mouth to respond out of habit, but Noah quickly cuts her off.

“Shhh.” Noah puts a tattooed finger to his lips locking eyes with Isabel across the room.

With the same finger, he points down at the space in front of the table by his legs. She stands in silence for a few seconds and processes his silent request. Her eyes spark as the realization strikes. She walks over to where Noah is pointing. She glances at the space where the chair should be then and at Noah. Noah scoots back in his chair, spreads his legs wide, and pats his thigh.

“Sit.” Noah watches as Isabel’s mouth pops open again and blush colors the freckles on her cheeks.

“Don’t make me say it twice,” Noah’s voice rumbles soft and deep. Isabel quickly settles down on his thigh.

“Atta girl,” Noah whispers into Isabel’s ear. “Since I can’t trust that pretty mouth of yours. I’m going to use it.” Noah scoops eggs on the fork and presents Isabel with her food. She opens her mouth to him accepting the food. Noah takes a bite of his food and then feeds her again. He brings the straw of her favorite iced coffee to her lips and she slurps it down. Noah chuckles softly when she has her fill.

“What a thirsty girl you are.” Noah entangles his fingers into her hair. “Straddle me, pretty girl. I know you are wet for me.”

Isabel adjusts quickly and mewls at the contact of her pussy with his rough denim jeans. Noah grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls her head back to him.

“You know what to do.” He kisses her temple as she grinds against him. His other hand snakes up her shirt and cups her breast. Isabel bites her lip to muffle a moan. He moves to grip the root of her hair.

“You’re close I can feel it.” Noah pinches her nipple and Isabel throws her head back into him eyes fluttering.

“That’s it.” Noah’s hand moves from her nipple to between her thighs circling her clit. “Come for me, baby.” Isabel spasms at his touch. Isabel screams his name as she soaks his pants. As the haze from her orgasm clears she covers her mouth with her hands and shoots up from Noah’s leg.

“Look what you did.” Noah points to the wet spot on his pants. Isabel’s cheeks flame red and her gaze drops to her feet. “I need to teach that mouth of yours a lesson anyway.”

Isabel kneels between Noah’s legs as he unzips his pants and pulls his hard cock from his boxers. Isabel quickly gets to work stroking his cock base to tip with her hands.

“Open up.”

Noah grabs a hand full of her hair and yanks forcing Isabel to open her mouth. He’s relentless when he forces himself down her throat. This is her favorite game to play so he knows she can take all of him.

He thrusts into her faster finding the perfect tempo for her to work her magical tongue. She hallows her cheeks sucking him harder. Noah groans and presses her head against him. She moans against him as she digs her nails into his thighs. Despite the layer of denim Noah can still feel the pinch. Isabel gags slightly when he bottoms out in her throat. She gleefully swallows and licks his cock clean. Her eyes shine when he looks down at her as he tucks himself back into his boxers.

“Good girl. What did you learn today?” Noah offers Isabel his hand and pulls her up to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around her waist.

“Sorry for yesterday. I realize what I said hurt you. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s ok, baby. I just want you to know that your words have meaning regardless of your mental state.” Noah pulls Isabel closer and chuckles softly. “Sasha is wild when she drinks.”

Isabel’s angelic laugh rings through the apartment. “You have no idea.”

[PART TWO] [PART THREE]

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Candy... ~pt 1~

Being away from home sucked. Being stuck on a bus with a dozen smelly men sucked. Not having any Starburst left sucked.

Vinny groaned and rolled out of his bunk to head to the kitchenette for something sugary, bumping shoulders with Chris as he reached for Ricky's secret stash of chocolate.

"He's gonna know it's you," Chris teased, popping a raspberry into his mouth. A raspberry, Vinny thought, of all things. Couldn't the man find some vegan candy to snack on. Did it have to be something so... healthy?

"He can suck my dick," Vinny retorted, "I need sugar."

Chris raised an eyebrow, picking out another berry from his container. Without giving it conscious thought, Vinny plucked it from the taller man's fingers.

"Hey!" Chris protested, his dark eyes following the fruit's path past Vinny's lips. Vinny smirked, winked at Chris, and strolled back toward the bunks without a backward glance.

The sweetness of the raspberry lingered on Vinny's tongue, and he put the stolen candy bar aside for later. He pulled out his phone, opening Twitter -no way would he ever call it X- to mindlessly scroll until dinner time. The first thing he saw, however, chased any thought of food from his mind. He had, of course, seen this in person from a different angle while playing, but the video of Chris rolling his hips in a dirty dance with his micstand was definitely worth watching. Several times. As good as he looked from behind, there was something utterly spectacular about seeing not only Chris' body, but his face, too. Lost in the music, dimple showing as he all but snarled the lyrics, Chris was beautiful. This wasn't the first time Vinny had noticed it; touring together for a decade had given him plenty of opportunity to admire his bandmates' good looks, Chris included. It was different now though, as one of the biggest tours they've ever done was winding down, and they'd all been living like sardines for weeks now, almost no privacy, no chance for hook-ups to relieve some of the pent up frustration coiling under their skin. Arguments had been getting more frequent, tempers simmering in the Fall air, everyone on a hair trigger.

As if Vinny's spiralling thoughts had summoned him, the curtain covering his bunk was yanked aside to reveal Ricky's scowling face. Vinny quicky lowered his phone to his chest to hide the screen, plucking his Airpod out of one ear.

"Give it back," Ricky demanded, eyes dark as thunderclouds.

"Give what back?" Vinny played coy, blinking at his friend.

"The candy bar, Vin. The last dark chocolate one."

"I don't know what you're talking -" Vinny started to say, trying to surreptitiously move the candy bar lying next to him out of sight, but the movement drew Ricky's sharp eyes at just the wrong moment.

"You motherfucker," Ricky growled, leaning into Vinny's bunk to reach for the chocolate.

"Dude!" Vinny protested, shoving his hand with the candy bar under his body. Ricky had all but crawled into Vinny's bunk, his sharp elbow digging into Vin's stomach, one knee sliding against Vinny's thigh. Vinny tried to twist away from the smaller man, whose searching fingers brushed dangerously close to Vin's crotch, still tight from the video he'd been looping seconds ago.

"Just give it back, you dick." Ricky's breath was warm on Vinny's cheek.

"Watch your tongue, Richard," Vinny mocked, squirming under Ricky's hands, he could feel the candy bar get squashed under his hip.

"Fuck you," it was a snarl, Ricky's low voice close to his ear, and the sound made goosebumps erupt across Vinny's skin. For a second, Ricky went still, then without warning, he plucked Vinny's phone from his slack grip.

"No!" Vinny protested, fingers grabbing at Ricky's delicate wrist.

"What, were you watching porn or something?" There was a mocking quality to Ricky's voice. He twisted against Vinny's hold on him to turn the phone's screen toward himself, the Werewolf video still looping, keeping the screen from locking like it would have otherwise. Ricky's eyebrows shot up, lips parting in surprise.

"Close enough," he said, dark amusement in his tone.

Vinny could feel the heat of a blush on his cheeks. He tightened his grip on Ricky's wrist, feeling the other man's pulse against his calloused fingertips.

"Give back my phone, or you're not gonna enjoy playing the next show with broken wrist." Vinny had only rarely heard himself speak like that, low and threatening.

For a second, the two men sized each other up, pent up frustration and anger shimmering in the air between them like a heatwave over concrete.

"You don't have it in you, Vincenzo," Ricky finally broke the silence, that dark edge still in his husky voice.

Vin leaned up on one elbow, and slowly pressed down on his friend's wrist, harder and harder, until he could feel the bones grinding together. It had to have hurt, but Ricky only curled his lip in an empty smile, icy gaze not wavering from Vin's face. Finally, it became too much, and Vinny let go. Ricky was right, he didn't have it in him to hurt someone, least of all a friend. For a second, something deeper that anger flashed across Ricky's face, followed by a hiss of air through his teeth as he wiggled Vin's phone to flex his wrist.

Vinny tossed the candy bar, a little the worse for wear, in Ricky's direction. "Give me back my phone."

Ricky held it out to him, but snatched it back at the last second as Vinny reached for it.

"On second thought... Maybe it's a fair exchange? If this is what you're watching, alone in your bunk, what other dirty secrets wait to be discovered?"

Something cold trailed down Vinny's spine. "Stop fucking around, Rick. Give it back."

Ricky raised an eyebrow, thumb swiping at the screen, closing the video of Chris to show his twitter feed again.

Vinny grabbed at him again, but Ricky was faster this time, folding his arm behind him, where Vinny couldn't reach, confined by his bunk and Ricky's slight form.

"What about a different trade? I'll even throw in the candy bar, if that'll sweeten the deal."

"What do you want?" Vin asked, impatient with annoyance.

Ricky's lips curled in a frightening simile of a smile.

"I want a blow job."

For the tiniest fraction of a second, Vinny felt the swoop of the Earth tilting on its axis below him, before he managed to get a handle on his reaction to Ricky's blunt words.

"Oh, sorry," he said, voice sour. "You must be mistaking me for a groupie. I'm not."

"You sure about that?" Ricky's low, quiet voice was mocking. "Let's see, shall we? Aside from that dirty video you were just watching, what else could be on your phone to prove you wrong?"

"Stop fucking around, Rick," Vinny repeated, knowing the moment the words left his lips that he'd fucked up, giving himself away.

Ricky's expression was triumphant as he brought Vinny's phone out from behind his back. Vinny, using reflexes built up over decades behind a drum kit, swung out of his bunk and onto his feet, letting his momentum crash him into the smaller man. One hand again seized the wrist of the hand holding his phone, while his other fisted around the collar of Ricky's black t-shirt, shoving him back against the opposite wall of bunks.

Ricky exhaled in clear shock at Vinny's reaction, eyes wide, free hand grabbing at Vinny's shoulder as he was crushed between the drummer and the bunks behind him.

"I told you to. Stop. Fucking. Around. Ricky." Vinny hissed each word in Ricky's face, grip tightening cruelly on Ricky's wrist, not letting up this time, even as Ricky made a pained noise, trying to pull free.

Except...

Several things registered in Vinny's overheating brain at the same time. While Ricky was trying to pull his one arm free, his other hand had found its way to the back of Vinny's neck, fingertips tangling in the curls there. And Ricky's body, where it was pressed against Vinny's from shoulder to knee, wasn't straining away from him, but toward him. The last thing Vinny realized before his mind completely short circuited, was that Ricky was hard, as hard as Vinny himself was.

He couldn't say who moved first, only that they both froze for an endless moment before they were kissing. It wasn't sweet or gentle, lips and tongues and teeth clashing in a sloppy, messy fight for control over each other. Vinny gave as good as he got, releasing Ricky's collar to curl his fingers around that beautifully tattooed throat, and Ricky moaned, filthy and shameless, into his mouth, moving his hips against Vinny's with increasing desperation.

Panting for breath, Vinny was the one who broke the kiss, to trail his lips and tongue down over Ricky's sharp jaw, to explore the skin of his throat, moving his hand around to cup the back of Ricky's neck. How many times had he let his gaze linger over the inked skin, wondering what this would feel like? What his friend would taste like? No fantasy he'd ever had could hold a candle to the reality of Ricky's pulse thundering against his lips, the sweet, salt taste of him as Vinny dragged his tongue over his adam's apple, the little gasping noises Ricky made when Vinny bit down over his jugular.

Ricky's hand, knotted in Vinny's hair, tugged painfully to bring Vinny's mouth back to his own, where he bit down sharply on Vin's bottom lip, drawing a growl from his throat. Vinny pinned Ricky's arm that he was still holding above Ricky's head, tugging the man's other hand up to join it. He easily circled both Ricky's wrists with the fingers of one of his hands, plucking his phone out of Ricky's grip and sliding it into his pocket, before curling his arm around Ricky's waist and down, to cup his ass. As slight as Ricky was, Vinny's fingers could easily seek out every denim-covered dip and valley.

Even like this, pinned and trapped, Ricky didn't back down, nipping painfully at Vinny's lips and tongue, until Vinny pulled his head back, grinning.

"Sucks to be you, huh?" He asked.

Ricky frowned, breathless and flushed. "What?"

"You're not getting that blow job after all," Vinny said, matter-of-factly. "And you don't have anything left to blackmail me with."

"I don't..." Ricky blinked slowly, as if his brain was only just catching up to the situation. His eyes flickered up to where Vinny was still pinning his empty hands above his head. "Oh."

Vinny had expected anger, hot and acidic, so the look of bleak disappointment that flashed over Ricky's face caught him completely off guard. Ricky tugged against his grip, not meeting his eyes, but Vinny didn't release him.

"Let go, Vin," Ricky said, the fight gone from his voice, from his body, still hard where it pressed against Vinny's, only now held rigidly still.

Vinny didn't. Instead he leaned forward, trying to get Ricky to meet his eyes. A quick questioning glance was all he got, before Ricky looked away again, lids lowered. "Let go," he repeated.

For a second, Vinny debated with himself on what to do, then slowly, he pulled his arm from around Ricky and released his grip on the other man's wrists. Ricky let his arms fall, an almost silent sigh escaping his lips. Instead of stepping away, Vinny brought both hands up to cup Ricky's face. He got a glimpse of wide blue eyes, before he closed his own and leaned in to kiss Ricky again.

It was very different from the angry, biting kisses they'd shared minutes ago. This was slow and sweet, Ricky's lips parting for him without a fight, letting their tongues tangle and taste each other together. He felt Ricky's hands resting lightly on his sides, not demanding, just touching in a way that had Vinny's heart squeeze painfully against his ribs.

If it were up to him, Vinny would have spent the rest of his life right there, kissing the man in his arms. Unfortunately, it wasn't up to him, or Ricky for that matter.

"Guys, have you - oh shit." Chris' voice pulled them apart, and Vinny turned to see him standing, wide eyed, in the narrow doorway between the bus' lounge and the bunk area. "Fuck, I'm not sure what I just interrupted, but uh... I'm sorry?"

Vinny was mildly surprised that they hadn't been interrupted much earlier, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He gave Ricky a quick smile as he stepped away from him. He hoped that it conveyed what he couldn't put into words right then. The tiny smirk on Ricky's lips made him think that his message had been conveyed at least somewhat successfully.

He answered Chris while he scooped the abandoned candy bar off the floor. "I was just paying for this."

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