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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Did you see the Sebastian photo with him in the leather jacket and Bucky hair? The black and white one? He looks so good!!!!!!!!

Is it the image below, nonnie? If so, yes! He looks amazing. So much that I had to share more rocker!Bucky. If not, I'm happy to receive the pic.

Everybody Wants a Taste

Pairing: Rocker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Are you really Bucky's girl? He thinks so. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, oral implied (m. and f. receiving), possessive behavior, slight jealousy and insecurity, swearing, slight feels (it's me), sort of getting together, communication is key, Rocker!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Some White Wolf and Luna that no one asked for! This can also count for Week 4 of the @the-slumberparty for Across the Universe!❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and banner by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When word got around that you were seeing Bucky Barnes, some of your friends back home told you to be careful. Not because you couldn't keep up with the rockstar, but because they didn't want him to throw you out when he eventually grew bored of you. Touching as it was, it was also insulting.

"We're having fun." you said in the group chat. "Nothing wrong with that."

"But everyone wants him!" one of them replied. "What makes you different from the rest?"

What makes you special?

"Nice fucking pep talk. Really. Appreciate the vote of confidence!" you sent.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

That was the last thing you sent in the chat.

You may have given your phone the finger, too.

As if you needed another reminder that girls, and guys, lined up to get just a glimpse of the man you somehow got to call yours. Some were better looking than you and others were nicer, but you refused to let it shatter your confidence. They didn't click with Bucky the way you did. If he woke up one day and decided he didn't want you, it wouldn't be the end of your world.

You took care of yourself long before you left home and wouldn't depend on a guy for anything. That was something you made clear when you started spending more time with Bucky. At least, you told him once you could form a coherent sentence since he fucked every sane thought out of you.

"It's okay to keep wanting me, Luna."

Being addicted to him wasn't something you anticipated nor did you want to admit that he had a hold on you. If you did, he'd have the entire deck stacked in his favor. But the cocky fucker knew he had you in the palm of his hand and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Not when you were on your knees worshipping him like the god everyone made him out to be.

You waited for Bucky after rehearsal, knowing he could do with a bit of stress relief. Steve gave you a knowing smirk as he walked by. "Hey, baby," he teased.

“Hey, blondie,” you winked back.

"Don't call my girl 'baby', punk," Bucky said as his friend laughed.

Am I your girl?

Shamelessly allowing your eyes to roam his body as he walked closer, you wondered how he even got his jeans on some days with the heat he was packing. The rest of the band nodded to you as they passed by, knowing exactly what they'd witness if they stuck around.

"I don't remember texting you," Bucky said when he stopped, running his ringed fingers through his hair. "You don't have anything better to do than wait for me?"

Asshole. You're lucky I adore you.

Your eyes narrowed as you pushed yourself off the wall. "Plenty of other things I can be doing that don't involve you."

"C'mon, baby. I'm fucking with you," he smiled as he moved to stand in front of you. "I just figured you might be hanging out with Alice and Sunshine."

"Oh, we did each other's nails and had a pillow fight. Almost fell out of my top as I jumped around," you smiled, leaning against the wall once again.

You liked Alice and Sunshine. You'd be a bitch not to and they understood things that people back home wouldn't get. Jefferson was certainly more cheerful now that he had his girl back in his life. And Hal still adored his high school sweetheart just as much as he had the day before.

What's it like for someone to be loved the way they are?

"And I missed it? That's too bad. Didn't get a facial?"

You arched an eyebrow as he moved a finger along the swell of your breast. "How could I when you weren't there to give me one?"

"I can give you one now," he smirked.

You laughed and shook your head as you tugged him closer by his t-shirt. "I don't know if I want one anymore. I could find something else to quench my thirst."

"We both know you love the taste of my cock."

"Almost as much as you love the taste of my pussy."

He placed both hands on the wall and looked into your eyes as you bit your lip. "My favorite treat. You gonna let me get my mouth on you so I can have my fill?"

"Maybe after you fuck my throat. Maybe," you said before he brought a hand to your throat. He held it there, but didn't squeeze. "So you'd rather choke me with your hand instead of your cock?"

"Luna, baby, don't tease me."

"Isn't teasing just another form of foreplay?" you asked.

The flirty, fun banter never got old with him. Even on the days you didn't have sex, you found yourself smiling at his words and antics. It made it difficult to protect your heart. But like your body, it was yours to give the person you wanted and he had the key to the lock before you knew it.

"I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock," he stated, tightening his grip when you moaned. "Want you to choke on me before I make a mess of you."

The mere suggestion was enough for your thighs to rub together, tour panties dampening more at the thought of him using your throat to get himself off and paint your face. His thick cock filled every hole of yours to the brim time and time again, reminding you that you belonged to him. But you couldn't always give in so easily. Call it pride or a power move.

You'd both get off in the end.

"Sure you don't want one of your other groupies to suck your cock?"

Everybody wants a taste.

His smirk vanished instantly as he leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. You didn't shy away from his gaze, captivated by the blue of his eyes. He liked that you didn't try to hide.

Caught in his trap, you couldn't duck and run if you wanted to.

"I haven't fucked anyone else in weeks," his voice dropped as he shoved his knee between your thighs without warning, your core pulsing as he brushed his lips against yours. "Thought I made it clear that you're my girl."

You swallowed hard enough for Bucky to loosen his grip. If Bucky let you in, that meant something because he didn't give himself away lightly. Sex, he could find that anywhere. Someone to stick around through the highs and lows after was another story.

One you wanted to write with him.

"You never actually asked," you said above a whisper.

It was weak to say it out loud and make him put a label on it, but you wanted to hear it.

"I didn't think I had to ask," he said, kissing the spot between your eyes with a small huff. "I thought you were already mine.”

Your stomach swirled with butterflies. "I thought you were mine, too."

"Because I am. I’m all yours," he whispered, playing dirty by rocking his knee a bit more. You were tempted to slide up a bit more and ride his thigh and weep from knowing he was really yours. "C'mon. Be mine. Be my fucking girl, Luna."

You whined when he brought his lips to yours again. You would have said "yes" regardless. "I'm your girl, but don't you dare break my heart. 'Cause I'll hunt you down and make you sorry if you do. I'll curse that glorious dick of yours, too."

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. The sound brought a smile to your face. "I'd expect nothing less. You better not curse my dick or break my heart either."

His casual tone had an underlying vulnerability that you wouldn't dare joke about.

"You're my guy, Wolfy. I won't hurt you."

And I'll be your Luna no matter what.

"Don't let anyone hear you call me that," he grinned, pulling his knee away to leave you wanting more. Tease. "I have a reputation to uphold."

You smiled as the atmosphere shifted back to the sexual charge. He didn't need to dwell on the emotions for the moment and neither did you. Your heart was full and that was more than enough for today.

"Guess you better shut me up then," you suggested as you reached for his belt.

"Oh, no. Still wanna hear you moan and whine when you take me in your mouth," he stated, stepping back so you could unzip his pants and sink to your knees. "When I'm done, you're gonna sit on my face and sing for me. Those pretty sounds of yours might inspire our next song."

"Call it 'Howl at the Moon'," you smiled up at him. "Dedicate it to me," you added with a wink.

You'd find out later that Bucky already had.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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gnrswife · 4 months

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izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

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bloatedandalone04 · 14 days

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.4

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which anakin feels completely isolated from you for the first time in five years, and he doesn’t know if he will ever be given the chance to fix his mistake.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Anakin gave his guitar to Theo as he sprinted off stage and towards the very dressing room he broke your heart in.

You never came back after walking away at the beginning of the show, and that had him completely on edge. He looked around the backstage area and when he couldn’t find you anywhere, he checked the dressing room. But you weren’t in there either.

Maybe you went back to the bus? God, he hoped so. He just got you back, he couldn’t handle losing you again so soon, and for a completely different reason this time.

His nerves were completely shot as he practically sprinted to the bus, the only thought on his mind being to get back to you and further explain things to you. If he needed to drop to his knees and beg for you, he was more than willing to do so, because you were it. His one and only, and you always would be.

The show tonight was one of the longer ones, so in the two hours he was on stage you could have literally gone anywhere. His heart was in his throat as he pulled open the bus door and looked around, and he could feel it quicken its pace as he realized that you weren’t here either.

Where the fuck did you go? You told him you’d be here after the show, yet he couldn’t find any trace of you.

Actually, he couldn’t find any sign of you at all. Your bag was gone, your jacket was picked up from off the couch, and your laptop wasn’t on the table anymore. “No,” he rasped. “Fuck. No.”

His hands were shaking as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called you, but he was sent straight to voicemail.

You were ignoring him.

“Fuck,” he nearly yelled as he called you again, only to be met with the same result. “Fuck!”

After the third call he was forced to leave you a message, and he felt as pathetic as he sounded. “Baby, please. Please….call me back. I’m so sorry,” he rambled as he pulled at his sweaty hair. “We need to talk about this more, we have to work this out, I….fuck, Y/n, you said you’d be here after the show.”

He was crying now and was choking on his words as he said them, and he hoped you would be able to understand him, but he also hoped you couldn’t. He hated the fact that he was the one crying after he fucked things up, possibly beyond repair, when he really had no right to.

“Please, just…tell me where you are and that you’re okay and safe, please,” he begged and dropped onto the couch. “I love you.”

His phone fell to the floor after that and his hands came up to cover his face.

He had no idea what to do. He was shaking and his eyes were sore as he couldn’t seem to stop the tears from leaving them.

What the fuck is he going to do? How is he going to fix this?

He can’t lose you. He can’t, he wouldn’t be able to function without you. The thought of not having you around him after this was enough to send him into a panic attack, and he knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he didn’t know how.

You weren’t here, weren’t at the venue, and your stuff was gone. Where did you go? You wouldn’t have left without telling him, right? You wouldn’t have gone back to London and not tell him, right?

He didn’t know anymore.

His phone went off from its place on the floor, and he scrambled off the couch to grab it, and when he saw that it was you who texted him, he nearly cried of joy. But your message wasn’t what he wanted to read, and it left him feeling even worse.

Princess: I’m safe. I just need some time to think. Please, at least give me that.

You slept on a chair in the airport last night, your duffle bag being your pillow and your jacket being your blanket.

Your eyes were bloodshot and sore beyond words from all the crying you’ve done since Anakin told you that he cheated on you. Did that count as him cheating on you? Not exactly, but his lips touched someone else’s, so what did that make it? Accidentally cheating? You didn’t know and you were too upset to care about what to call it.

After he went on stage and began the show, you couldn’t stand it anymore and left. You went back to the bus and was originally going to stay there and sleep on the couch, but the more you got into your head, the more you wanted to get the fuck out of there completely.

Running away from your problems never helped anybody, but you were too stubborn to think rationally at this point.

So you bought a ticket for the earliest flight back to London and grabbed your things before fleeing from the bus and sending him a text after listening to his voicemail.

You felt bad about leaving like that, but you were so upset and hurt. Your heart felt like it had been physically ripped from your body and been left back with Anakin in Paris; the place you wanted to visit for so long now with the love of your life. And the two days you were there with him were amazing, and you were prepared for so much more, but every hope and dream you had for that city had been crushed and destroyed. You weren’t sure you ever wanted to go back, Eiffel Tower be damned.

There were other towers you could see, right?

The whole flight back to London you wrote down the last few chapters for your short story in your notebook, needing the distraction to help keep you sane enough to be able to get back to your room in one piece.

You looked like a mess once you got back onto campus, and you avoided everyone like the plague as you made a beeline towards your dorm and had a forty five minute shower. It helped a little bit, but you were still left feeling empty as you sat down on your bed with wet hair and opened up your laptop to type out what you wrote down on the plane.

After you added some final touches, you printed it out and got changed into a pair of jeans and a grey shirt, leaving your hair still damp as you made your way to Kenneth’s classroom.

It was empty when you entered it, and he looked up at you in surprise when you closed the door behind you and walked over to him. “Miss Y/l/n,” he greeted and closed the book he was reading. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon. I thought you’d still be with that boyfriend of yours.”

The mention of Anakin had a sharp pain shoot straight through your heart, and you flinched slightly as you cleared your throat. “Yeah, something happened with that,” you whisper and he gives you a look of concern as he notices the way your eyes glaze over with tears. “I’m okay. Promise.”

He gives you a smile that nearly had you sobbing right then and there, because how the fuck did things get to this? How did you end up back in London, crying in front of your instructor with wet hair that dampened your shirt as the seconds went on?

“Alright,” he said quietly and braced his elbows on his desk. “What’s going on?”

His voice was so comforting and caring, you allowed your walls to come down a bit as you held up the stack of papers in your hand and wiped your eyes with your other. “I wrote my short story,” you announce. “I didn’t get around to editing it, so it’s probably full of errors, but I just wanted to give it to you because..”

You stopped your sentence short, but Kenneth gave you a look that told you he knew exactly what you were saying. “Because you’re not coming back to class,” he finished for you. “Are you?”

He stated it instead of asking it, and you bite down on your bottom lip as you nodded. Glancing down at the papers in your hands, he gestures for you to give them to him, and you do so with a sad smile. “You don’t have to read it,” your voice broke as you felt yourself beginning to cry again. “I just wanted to show that I really did love every second of these classes. I know I can do so much more, but it’s just not a good time for me right now.”

Kenneth flipped through the pages and looked up at you. “I’ll read it,” he promised, his gaze the softest you had ever seen it, and you realized just how much you would miss being able to talk to him like this and not feel embarrassed about it. “You’re an amazing writer, Y/n. It was a privilege to have you in my class, and I hate to see you go so soon, but I also want you to start putting yourself first. You’re always worried about everyone else around you, don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. Whatever happened before this, don’t let it take over. Use it, if it helps.”

You nod and wipe at your eyes with both hands now, sniffling quietly as you look at the man you respect deeply.

“You’re going to go on and do great things. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you,” he lightened the mood by laughing and it made you laugh, too. “Just don’t forget to put yourself first. I remember when my teacher told me that, and it stuck with me for most of my life. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear it until he said it.”

And you didn’t either.

It was true, you put everyone above yourself and it often made you forget to take care of yourself. But not anymore.

You were going back home, and you were dropping out of the program, but you weren’t quitting. You just needed to figure some things out and keep yourself grounded until you decided what was going to happen next.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “For everything.”

Kenneth nodded and set your story down onto his desk. “Good luck, Y/n,” he said and it was the second time he used your first name since you walked in here, and it somehow made everything seem so much more real. You weren’t his student anymore. “I’ll reach out to you once I’ve finished reading this.”

“Okay,” you nod and turn around, giving the classroom one last look before heading towards the administrative office to officially drop out of the school.

You cried more as you packed up your room, and then Bailey came in and let you cry onto her shoulder as she held you and told you to keep in touch. After that you met Evan’s eyes from across campus, and the three bags you were carrying told him all he needed to know.

He brought you into his arms, too, and these were the people you were going to miss most about this chapter in your life. “Call me whenever you need to, okay? Or whenever you want to,” he begged and you nod against his chest. “Fuck, this sucks. I’m going to miss you.”

You laugh sadly, “I’m going to miss you, too,” then you step away and get a ride back to the airport, your heart feeling the heaviest its felt in all the twenty two years you’ve been alive.

Anakin didn’t sleep at all, but that was no surprise.

He got a good two nights of sleep with you while you were here, but now that you were gone, his sleep schedule was already back to being fucked.

His whole body felt weak as he paced around backstage, holding his phone up to his ear as he called you for the first time today. He told himself that he’d give you some time, but fuck that. He missed you and needed to see where things were with you at the moment.

“Hi,” you answered, making Anakin instantly stop pacing.

“Hi,” he said back quickly. “How are you? Where are you?” He had no idea where you were since you only told him that you were safe, and he wasn’t one of those boyfriends that needed their girlfriends location on all the time.

“In the car,” you answered and he felt his heart drop. “On the way to the airport.”

“The…airport?” He stuttered, his eyes burning as he let your words sink in. “You’re going back to London?”

“No,” you say quietly, and he could hear in your voice the way you were holding back tears. “I’m already in London. I’m going back home, Anakin.”

Anakin felt his whole body tense up, and it felt almost painful to move. So he stayed still as he tried to process your words. “You’re in London? How? When?”

“Last night. I bought a ticket and left. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I just don’t know what to do anymore, Anakin,” you cried and the remaining pieces of his heart shattered to bits. “I dropped out of the writing program and now I’m on my way back home. I need to feel normal right now or I might just go crazy.”

“Baby,” he shakily said as he met Vinny’s eyes from across the room. His friend gave him a concerned look, but Anakin just turned around and headed for the dressing room. “Baby, please.”

“Please, what? I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t know what to say,” you sobbed and he let the door close loudly behind him once he reached the dressing room.

“Say that we’re going to be okay,” he begged, beginning to pace around the small room as he tugged at his hair. “Say that you and I will be fine, that we’ll talk this through and that we’re going to be okay.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, leaving him to listen to your uneven breathing. “You’re in Paris, Anakin,” he hated the way you hadn’t called him Ani even once since the start of this call. “I’ll be in LA tomorrow. Maybe this time away from each other will be good.”

“We’ve been away from each other,” he said as his heart twisted in agony. “I don’t want more time apart.”

“You’re on tour, Anakin-”

“I’ll come home,” he cut you off. “I’ll talk to Helena, we’ll stop the tour for a few weeks or something. Please.”

You sniff quietly. “The tour is too important,”

“You’re more important. We’re more important,” he thought maybe he was getting through to you, but then you destroyed that small ounce of hope with a single sentence.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered. “I need time. Have fun on the rest of the tour, Anakin. I really mean that.”

Then you hung up before he could say another word, leaving him to call you back three times before you turned your phone off.

“Fuck!” Anakin yells out and throws his phone onto the couch before sitting down next to it, his hands coming up to cover his face as he tries to hold back his tears.

This was all his fault. He fucked things up between you beyond repair, and he was the one to blame.

You flew back to London, for fucks sake, and the whole time he thought you were still here. And now you’re going back to LA, back to the apartment you and he shared, and possibly packing up there as well.

What was he supposed to do? He needed to be on stage in less than twenty minutes, and he was on the verge of a panic attack.

Anakin looked around the room wildly, as if anything he would help him even a little bit. His eyes landed on the various alcohol bottles placed on a table in the corner, and he knew he shouldn’t. The last time he drank was at the club with Liz, then she kissed him and he threw up twice and swore he’d never drink again.

But it was different this time.

He needed to feel nothing right now, to get him through the show, then he’d figure out how to fix things.

Without giving it a second thought, Anakin grabbed the first bottle he could reach and spent the next ten minutes drinking it. He set the now empty bottle down and left his phone on the couch, swinging the door open and stumbling his way backstage.

The first person he saw was Liz. Of course it was Liz.

Anakin’s eyes glazed over and he made it to her in less than four strides. She turned to face him with that fucking smirk of hers, and he narrowed his eyes on the bruise that had formed on the bridge of her nose, and for a split second he was proud that his girlfriend did that to her, then he remembered that you might not be his girlfriend anymore. “There you are,” she cooed. “We were starting to get worried.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, getting into her personal space. This was another situation where he could use his size to his advantage, even if he hated to do it, but he didn’t care right now. “This is all your fault. Y/n left because of what you did, because of what we did. Are you happy? Are you fucking proud of yourself?”

Vinny, who was standing nearby quickly made his way over, as did Helena, who had been talking with Theo a few feet away. “Anakin,” Vinny murmured, pulling on his arm. “Hey, don’t do this, man. She’s not worth it.”

Helena guided Liz away and towards the side of the stage, and Anakin could see how angry his manager was as she talked to the photographer.

Anakin turned to Vinny, his eyes burning and his head spinning. “She left,” he rasped. “She left, Vin. Y/n left to go back home.”

Vinny stepped back in surprise but kept his hand on Anakin’s arm. “Back home? Like, back to London?”

“No, back to LA. She already went back to London and dropped out of the program and now she’s going back home,” he nearly cried. “She’s going to leave me, Vinny. I lost her.”

The drummer looked alarmed, and he pulled Anakin into his arms within seconds. “It’s okay,” he tried to comfort him, but they both knew it would never work. “It’s okay.”

Anakin felt pathetic. This is the second time Vinny had to comfort him in less than two weeks, and while he knew Vinny would never mind doing so, Anakin still felt terrible. It shouldn’t be this way. He should be better than this.

“We’ll talk after the show,” Vinny promised, pulling away and reaching up to smooth out Anakin’s hair. “You and I will figure everything out, okay? It’s going to be okay.”

Anakin felt like a shell of himself as he nodded and allowed Vinny to lead him out onto stage, his mind a mess of thoughts and doubts and worries, and all of them were about you.

The lights were blinding and Anakin’s vision blurred from the flashes. His head was pounding and his throat was dry as he tried to get out the last song of the night as quickly as he could, but he felt sick. The bourbon he had downed earlier didn’t help, either.

He felt bile rise up his throat but he held it back and tore his eyes away from the crowd so he could look over at Theo. The bass player gave him a concerned look as he began to sing the song as well, no doubt sensing something was wrong and deciding to help the poor guy out.

Anakin was thankful for that as he didn’t have to raise his voice anymore since Theo is singing alongside him now, so his throat was given somewhat of a break. While his friend didn’t have a strong enough voice to be the lead singer, Theo still had a pretty good singing voice, and Anakin knew he should probably start having him sing in more songs in the future.

He felt his heartbeat quicken as even more sweat began to settle on his skin. The flannel he had adorned at the start of the show had long since been tossed aside and had left him in just his graphic tee, but he was still so fucking hot, and the lights weren’t helping at all.

He made the mistake of looking over to his right, where he saw Liz and Helena standing backstage. While his manager had a frown on her lips, Liz had a lustful look in her eyes, and somehow that made Anakin feel even more sick.

His fingers fumbled on the strings as he messed up the tempo of the song, which is something he had never done while he was out on stage before. Embarrassment floods through him and he quickly falls back into the right rhythm with Vinny and Theo backing him up as best as they could.

All these cameras on him were not helping, even though he was used to being filmed at this point. He felt like was three seconds away from having a full on panic attack, and he would probably die of humiliation if he woke up tomorrow morning to see thousands of videos online of him breaking down on stage.

The headline ‘Anakin Skywalker Has Epic Meltdown During Last Song Of Show’ was one he refused to read the following day. Fuck, he hated those stupid tabloids. They were written by money hungry, self-obsessed assholes who wouldn’t know what privacy is if it slapped them in the face.

You hated them, too, and your distaste for them was more than valid.

He missed you. God, did he ever.

Anakin wasn’t used to missing you. He never needed to. Ever since his third year of high school he’s had you by his side. You were never more than a few feet away from him back then, and even now you were always usually backstage and quietly cheering him on. You should be where Liz is currently standing now.

Or maybe he should be with you.

Since the second you became his girlfriend you were always his top priority.

He hated that he had somehow managed to forget that fact the minute a pretty girl started paying more attention to him than you were. Could you be blamed? You were thousands of miles away and chasing your own dream while he was living out his. You couldn’t give him every second of your time like he was used to receiving, and he really fucking hated how he had actually managed to turn into one of those pricks who forgets about how good he has it as soon as things don’t end up going his way.

Anakin wanted to stop singing the song and call out to you, but you weren’t in the crowd. You weren’t backstage. You weren’t here. You weren’t with him. You wouldn’t answer him, because you’re so fucking far away while he is here acting like everything is just fine. All he wanted to do was to run off stage, find you, and wrap you up in his arms, but he wasn’t sure if he had that right anymore.

He’s insecure and has never been away from you for this long. It was like he didn’t know how to properly function without you by his side.

All the excuses in the world would never make up for just how poorly he’s treated you and for how little effort he’s been putting into your relationship.

He didn’t blame you for wanting to end it.

But he needed you. He had just gotten you back, just gotten that sense of normalcy back, but you were gone again.

Possibly for good this time, and he only had himself to blame.

One more part after this x

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romancingstars · 2 months

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DRUNKEN MONOLOGUES

And you’re draped on him, whilst you’re staring at me.

remus lupin x reader

part 1 of drunken monologues

warnings : alcohol consumption (not as much as first suggested) , infatuation at first sight (remus lupin is so pretty , he takes care of u , hlp me

yet again another repost, hope you guys enjoy it just as much as the first time round ! all these r kinda shit sooo

title’s stolen from : no.1 party anthem by the arctic monkeys and come closer by miles kane

“Moony!” Sirius shouted, walking over to the lanky man. You were clinging onto Sirius’s arm, giggling over whatever joke he had just told about the Sex Pistols. Something about Malcolm McLaren probably. “I’ve found my dream lover! Knows The Clash and Pistols. Even, Public Image I mean, come on it’s the way to my heart.” he stated, gesturing to you. Dragging your eyes away from Sirius, you peered up at Remus and your jaw went slack. He was your type to the tee. Tall, thin, soft brown locks and full lips. The scars only made him look even better. His everything was completely and utterly perfect in your not so humble opinion.

“Happy for you Pads.” Remus said, rolling his eyes. Then, he looked down at you and the worst happened - he caught you staring. Your open mouth, which you were practically drooling from, was a slight give away that Sirius was no longer your top priority. Only a slight giveaway. “Oh, shit.” he muttered under his breath.

“Oi! What’re you staring at him like that for? You didn’t look at me like that.” Sirius whined, looking down at you.

“I like your music taste, and your hair. You’re fit. But, him? He’s fucking gorgeous.” you replied, pointing over at Remus. The very little vodka you had consumed must’ve gone to your head because you never would’ve said that in a normal state. However, you didn’t remove your arm from Sirius’s. Mostly for balance, which was a little selfish, but desperate times. Remus cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to avoid Sirius’s gaze of pure disbelief.

“Not to be rude Remus or anything, but you seriously think he’s better looking than me? I know he’s fit, but I’m me.” the black haired boy argue, flicking his eyes between the two of you.

“You’re both good looking, he’s just more to my taste. Look at him, he’s so pretty. But, in a different way to you. See you’re all tidy and your hair is in better condition than mine. He’s so.. oh I just want to bite him. What’s his name again?” you rambled, never taking your own eyes from Remus. The taller man was trying desperately hard not to laugh at Sirius’s complete shock, which was an almost impossible task.

“Fine then, go hang off of his arm.” Sirius said, holding you out towards him. You immediately stumbled towards Remus, by your own choice.

“Gladly. Hiiiiii.” you cooed, using his shoulders for balance. “I’m really quite tired and— Oh. Shit. Think I need some air.” you added, holding onto Remus’s bicep for dear life. Your knees had buckled and the brown haired man barely caught you. However, his hands did reach your waist to keep you stood up straight.

“Think you need something more than air. Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Remus replied, chuckling lightly at the way you were peering up at him. “Think you hurt Sirius’s feelings.” he added, continuing on the conversation as he sat you down outside of the house.

“Reckon he’ll get over it, he had a swarm of fans following him around. Got me absolutely pissed though. Not on purpose, I was just trying to keep up with him.” you said, rubbing your temples. Your speech was fine, but your legs were a little wobbly. Everything just felt slow. You realised you weren’t that pissed at all, just nervous in Remus’s presence.

“Yeah, he tends to have that affect on people. What’s your name again?” he said, quoting you to you. He smirked down at you. It was a little comforting to know he was genuinely paying attention to you.

You mumbled your name to him and tried desperately hard not to imagine yourself wrapped up in Remus’s arms. Or tucked away asleep in his bed, kissing him or dancing with him in your living room. With alcohol still flowing in your system, you decided now was the perfect time to make another move. “Meant what I said about you before, by the way. You are- indescribable.” you stated, staring up at him once again.

“Yeah? Glad you think so, you’re also drunk.” he replied, sitting down beside you. His face flushed slightly and you saw, but decided that commenting on it might scare him off.

“Mmmhm, maybe you should give me your number and, and your home address. Then, the next time you’re free so I can show you the prettiest book shop. I’m just assuming you like books, you seem like the smart type. By that I mean you dress like and old man, don’t get me wrong I’m into it, but you do.” you rambled, eyes following him as he moved beside you.

“Really? I’ll give you my number and I do like books. Good assumption?” he chuckled and his hair flopped in front of his eyes. You wanted to eat him, which is an odd statement really, but it was the truth.

“Tell you what. I’ll let you,” you pointed to him as you spoke. “walk me” you continued, pointing at yourself “home.”. Your hand moved into the direction you thought home was and then it struck you. You didn’t have the slightest clue where you were.

“Oh? Right, you’re going to let me walk you to your home?” he taunted, trying desperately hard not to laugh. Disappointed, you frowned at him. “Sorry, ‘course I’ll walk you home, love.” he added, guilt spreading across his chest at the sight of your frown. You smiled; he smiled.

“Okay, so. My friends, kind of, dragged me here. And I don’t know where I am, or how to get home. So what if you walked me to your home? you offered, grinning over to him sheepishly. You felt a little guilty, dropping that on Remus all at once. But, you’d leap at the chance to spend anymore time with this man. Wanting to get to know him inside and out, you were desperate to continue talking to him.

“This you making a move on me?” he said, smirking once again. “You can come back to mine, by the way. Might as well go now, can’t see this party getting any better.” he added, standing up. Offering out his hand to help you stand, Remus gave you a half smile and you were sure you could’ve died in that moment. Taking his hand, you stumbled into his chest. ‘Typical’ you thought to yourself as you frowned at the cliche of the situation.

“Sorry. I want cookies, do you have cookies at yours?” you said, gripping his hand tightly as you walked. He smirked down at you, laughing slightly. Remus couldn’t quite believe his luck. Not only were you absolutely breathtaking, you were also quite infatuated with Remus. The situation ensuing was one he was sure he could get very used to.

The walk back to Remus’s apartment was filled with conversations of interests: music, books, films and hobbies. Hand in hand, the two of you discovered you had a lot more in common than expected. Even despite your contrasting opinions on certain topics. (Cough star wars cough). Remus fumbled slightly with the key before unlocking the door to his apartment holding it open so you could walk in.

“It smells of you.” you stated, looking around at the warm hues which flooded the room. You moved into the lounge; you thought it was the cosiest room you’d ever seen. It screamed Remus. One couch and an arm chair, different pieces of furniture picked up from the side of the street and charity shops. Small coffee tables, shelves and a TV tucked into the corner all built up the atmosphere.

“Funnily enough, it’s where I live.” he said, sarcasm lacing his tone. His hand gently pressed against the small of your back, ushering you out of the living room’s doorway. He gently gripped your waist as he moved past you and into the kitchen. “Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?” he offered, looking over the breakfast bar at you. Currently, you were glazing your fingers across the spines of books stored on a shelf in the lounge.

“Hot chocolate please.” you mumbled in response, picking out ‘The picture of Dorian Gray’. “This is a bit beaten up.” you commented, giggling lightly as you flipped it over in your hands.

“Dorian’s had a lot of love, what can I say.” he said, smiling over at you as he pulled the mugs down from the cupboard. Then, he filled and began boiling the kettle - a very mundane task. You quickly put the book back and began admiring the rest of his collection. Carefully, you read the blurbs of books you didn’t recognise You tried to ignore the feeling of Remus’s you following you. Truthfully, he was admiring you and wondering how Sirius of all people had been the reason you met. You didn’t seem like the type for Sirius at all, which sort of explains why you were in his apartment now. He needed to ask you out and soon, Remus told himself. Maybe it was all in the wrong order, but he didn’t care. He was in fact just as desperate to get to know you as you were for him.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #i love remus lupin #sirius black #remus x reader #remus x you #punk!sirius #i will not have sirius black turned into a personality less twink but he can be a punk rocker twink

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shutit-haha · 8 months

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Rocker Bakugo/Manager reader

Rocker Bakugo who everyone labels as cocky but you simply say arrogant. There's videos that have gone viral of you correcting people during interviews saying he's only like this because he knows what he can do. This is how you gain your popularity as his manager.

"Now you're quite cocky aren't you?" The grey haired man leans forward onto his desk.

"No, he's not." You speak up from where you sit next to Bakugo on the dark green sofa.

"But he is," the man corrects you.

"No, he's not." You've taken on a more stern tone, "anytime Katsuki has ever told me 'I don't need you to teach me' he goes and proves that in fact he doesn't need my assistance. He's very talented and has been since a surprisingly young age, do I wish he was nicer yes, every one does. He's arrogant only because he's aware of how talented he is." The interview was cut short after that, security escorting your crew out. This is how you accidently make your mark.

Rocker Bakugo who has a ton of groupies but doesn't really care. As his career starts to rocket, he appears more and more in public with hickeys on his shoulders and chest. At first there's speculation of it being from wild fan, however it's all from you. Gotta make your claim on your drummer boy.

Rocker Bakugo who sits you on his lap and tries to teach you how to play the drums. He wraps his hands around yours, has you pick your favorite song and the two of you learn it together. When ever he has free time (which includes the five minutes he has before showtime) he'll sit you down and have you practice.

"Let's see," he pulls you down onto him.

"I'm not there yet," you're all bashful and shy like the other fan girls. You're not really musically inclined, you dabble sure but negotiation's are your world.

"Yeah you are, come on play." He doesn't grab onto your hands this time, forcing you to play on your own.

"How was that," you're eager for his validation.

"Certified drummer baby, might take my job."

"Don't gaslight."

"'M not."

One day he pulls you on stage for an encore. He gets up from his stool, sits you down instead and has the whole band play your favorite song as a live concert.

Rocker Bakugo who plays dumb when you're talking about laws and contracts. You know full well he understands what you're talking about. When everything was young; your relationship, careers, and ages, the two of you went to get your degrees together.

He'd help you study and was one of the top of your class. You both walked the stage together. Fast forward and his degrees just sitting there in his studio while his eye candy of a manager takes care of everything for him.

"What's that," he ask interrupting you when you use a 'big legal word.'

"Katsuki," you whine.

"What? I'm fuckin' confused explain it to me."

"You understand, I know you understand."

"Brain's melted from all those guitar riffs love, nothing in here but music notes."

"Kat," you swat at him.

"Alright fine, like when that sexy voice of yours explains it to me."

"We're not in college anymore."

"Wasn't that long ago."

Rocker Bakugo who slays at guitar hero and has the drum version. When he's pissed he plays, you come home and find him just jamming the fuck out. He's broken the game once or twice it's a pain in the ass to pay. The damn rich boy even owns the arcade version, bakusquad comes over and plays it all the time.

Rocker Bakugo who has to have your validation. (We all know he has an inferiority complex.) Who gets off stage all sweaty and shit, has that smug ass grin on his face. Still without fail always finds you and is like "how'd I do?"

"Sexy as fuck."

"Yeah," he's breathing heavily in your neck. His arms are limp by his sides, muscles sore.

"Yeah," you push his hair out of his face.

Rocker Bakugo who had everyone convinced you were just some girl. You were always with him, even when recording most people kind of just assumed you were some accessory. You always love the reactions you get when you're introduced as his manager.

Rocker Bakugo who people assume doesn't actually love you. The two of you always appear standoff-ish and scary. However this is only because you're always on alert when the two of you are with new people. You're polite but that bubbly personality of yours completely fizzles away. You're his no bullshitting manager and nothing else during those times, all work mode. There's a rule about no PDA as a way to keep up your image and reputation.

It's such a huge contrast from how the two of you are on livestreams and what not.

Rocker Bakugo who low-key has a mommy/daddy kink, and loves your praise. You're unafraid of telling him when's messed up or needs to rehearse something again. And well your boyfriend's learned to swallow your critique. This means that when he does do something perfect the first time he expects you to hang it up on the fridge.

"Again," you're leaning up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. The darkness of the rest of the space makes you seem barely there, you're like a phantom.

"Again," he growls back at you. The rest of the group is watching with open eyes weary of what is going to happen next.

"Are your muscles cramping?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"No," his voice gets louder.

"Thirty?"

"No," and louder.

"Am I overworking you then?"

"no," and louder.

"Well then do you think you can play it right this time?" Your words make everyone in the room wince, except for your boyfriend. His jaws clenched biting the words he so desperately wants to shout.

"Yeah," he barks at you.

"Good," you lean back against the wall adjusting your shoulders for comfort. "Again."

Rocker Bakugo who fights with you sometimes. "What kind of contract is that," he snarls at you.

"Katsuki what you're asking me for doesn't exist."

"Then make it happen."

"It doesn't work like that, this is difficult."

"It always is."

"Oh don't give me that, you know damn well this is hard. Actually I bet you don't, I bet you haven't even looked at it." You scoff shaking your head, "you're bitching to me about something you know nothing about."

"Bullshit," he spats.

"Yeah ok."

"And what was that shit during practice," his hand is flat on your desk. Your study smells like him and you're not quite sure how you feel about that. It's like he's invaded your space.

"That shirt during practice was me trying to make you better."

"Yeah right," he sneers putting his other hand down on the desk.

"Not everyone's got it out for you Katsuki." You rise from your seat so that you may now stand behind your desk. "You know what Dyna-mighT I can just pack up and leave. I mean you wouldn't want to sleep next to a greedy traitor." You walk out from behind your desk, "you poor fucking cash cow," you glare at him. "I loved you before all of this, when we were broke fucking high school kids."

"Not true."

"Yeah because your mommy and daddy had money to back you up." You point to yourself, "I didn't have that though. I went out on a limb because I believed in you, I took a leap of faith because I trusted the net would appear. This," you bring your finger down onto your desk, "is my income. We don't have to love each other but I am not losing this job."

"Because you made me right, you made me want I am now." He's snarling at your back, you're only a couple steps away from the door.

You snort, "you made yourself. You're really fucking smart, and your gorgeous too but FUCK do you let your insecurity get in the way. And it's my fault for making your ego bigger, this wasn't all you. Go through those records and try and tell me I haven't done some crazy shit for you. Go through documents, interviews, concerts, post, look and compare old contracts."

"Bullshit, I know people that can do better."

"Than go find them," you wave him off.

"You're just a fucking manager-"

"And you're just a fucking cash cow," you slam the door behind you.

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #rocker #drummer boy #manager #Rocker Bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #argument #highschool sweethearts #headcanon #insecurity #mutual praise #protective

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thelargefrye · 1 year

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HOW ROCKER!TEEZ FUCKS YOU (18+)

pairing : poly!rocker!ateez x rocker!f!reader

genre : headcanon, rocker au, smut

warnings : unprotected sex + dom/sub dynamics + mxm + i put warnings before each member so you can skip them if you want because there’s a lot going on with each member

tag list : @kangskims @watamotee33 @seungcheolswife @cvpitvno

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT **

HONGJOONG

warnings : semi public sex + cunninglingus

studio sex with him is a must in any universe where he makes music

the two of you usually spend hours in the studio anyways making music

but other times you just go to the studio to hangout and fuck

hongjoong is literally pussy-whipped for you

will eat you out any chance he gets especially if he sees you wearing a skirt

the two of you literally wrote slumber party during and after he ate you out

actually… that’s how a lot of the group’s songs got made

SEONGHWA

warnings : praising kink + marking + teasing

seonghwa loves praising you

even outside of sex he loves telling you how well you’re doing especially after a show

loves marking you and having you show them off on stage

he also likes when you mark him as well so he show them off as well

likes letting fans know that you are taken

he WILL make-out with you on stage

will tease each other for HOURS before seonghwa can pull you away from everyone and fuck the tease out of you

you’ll usually join the group with a dazed look on your face as you cling to seonghwa

you love kissing him when you get like this

him and san have always fucked you together

seonghwa has always been in love with you and san and he enjoys watching the two of you be silly with each other

will always go slow and soft when it’s the three of you

YUNHO

warnings : edging + teasing + squirting + humiliation kink

you love teasing yunho especially right before a show

you do this because it riles him up and makes him angry

angry!yunho is a weakness of yours 100%

will edge you for hours and will sometimes leave you high and dry if you managed to really make him mad

will make you ride him while the others witness how much you fall apart on his dick

won’t let you come immediately and edges you until you’re squirting all over both of you and whatever surface he’s fucking you on

he’s convinced you have some humiliation kink because of how you get when him and the others say things and talk about you like you aren’t there

will always drag jongho into fucking you

hard dom!yunho and soft dom!jongho is a duo

jongho will even hold you up as yunho fucks you

will always alternate who fucks your mouth and pussy

YEOSANG

warnings : overstimulation + crying + semi hate sex + choking + spanking

he loves to overstimulate you and will find himself doing it for hours

will overstimulate you until you are crying and begging for him to stop

“do you really want me to stop?”

WILL TALK IN A CONDESCENDING VOICE

because he KNOWS you don’t want him stop

when you piss him off he won’t talk to you for a good few hours before you come begging him to talk to you

will fuck his anger out and will sometimes choke or spank you depending on what position he has you

he could fuck you for hours before he finally calms down

sometimes he’ll go back to not talking to you and sometimes he’ll be fine

SAN

warnings : love making + squirting

your relationship with san is just soft

that also translate into the bedroom

he’s very romantic when he fucks you and always leaves you in euphoria

you will always be put in a trance when he’s done and all you can do is kiss him

sometimes he can get a little rough especially when you tease him during a show

will always get you squirting when he goes rough

the first time you squirted it surprised the both of you and you felt embarrassed

but san was quick to tell you he was only surprised that he made you do that and that he’s not disgusted

please this man is so in love with you that when he fucks you he can’t think of anything else

doesn’t care if you all get noise complaints from neighbors

MINGI

warnings : face-sitting + mutual masturbastion + watching porn + fingering + finger sucking

loves when you sit on his face, like please sit on his face

the two of you masturbate a lot together while you watch porn

this started because one time you walked in on him watching it and decided to join him

sometimes you both like to be silly and mimic whatever porno you just watched

you love when he has you laying across his lap and fingers you

you have a thing for his fingers and his tongue and he can have you coming in minutes when he uses both

one time he managed to get you to cum by just sucking his fingers

really likes spit roasting you with hongjoong

or watching you and hongjoong go at it in the studio

WOOYOUNG

warnings : public sex (club bathrooms) + drunk sex + name calling + blowjobs + cunninglingus

you have matching tattoos with the word 𝖘𝖑𝖚𝖙 on your hip bone

that’s literally your nickname for each other

the two of you usually sneak off at clubs to the bathroom

he always manages to talk you into giving him a blowjob

will always eat you afterwards though

loves to lowkey overstimulate you as he eats you out

ngl he kind of sucked at eating pussy at the beginning but thankfully seonghwa showed him how to do it

now he’s a master at it and sometimes you would rather go to wooyoung but do NOT tell seonghwa

or let wooyoung know cause his ego would just grow

he does love fucking you with yeosang

when he became friends with you, he suggested a threesome in order to get you and yeosang to know it each other

and now when you and yeosang are fighting, wooyoung is there to mediate and get you two to make up

JONGHO

warnings : public sex + manhandling + wall sex + clothes ripping

he can’t take you anywhere with him

mainly because you always get horny by just watching him do something

you both go to the gym? he’s ripping your leggings and fucking you in a locker room or bathroom

you go shopping with him? he’s fucking you in a dressing room

on the elevator to your apartment? he’s fucking you against the wall

you love when he manhandles you around

loves showing off his strength and fucking you against the wall while he’s holding you up

doesn’t even have to be against a wall

you know he’s strong and loves when he uses it to fuck you

#loserline.#poly ateez x reader #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez blurbs #ateez imagines #poly ateez #ateez headcanons #ateez rocker au #ateez rockstar au #idol!reader #ateez ninth member

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myheadhurtscutely · 6 months

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With the Band -Rocker!Anakin Skywalker x Reader-

First fic, kinda nervous (>ლ)

C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary ` Anakin, your not boyfriend, boyfriend, has been touring around the area lately, and for some reason he seems like he just can't not have all eyes (and hands) on him..

!Warnings! ` Manipulation, Toxic!Anakin, Gaslighting, Love bombing, anakin just being an asshole in general. Cheating?? kinda. ANGST ANGST ANGST, tiny like smut references??

word count ` 1.6k

You guys weren't a thing. You knew that. He definitely made sure you knew that. You were his thing though. You knew that just as clearly.

Anakin had been touring for about three weeks now. His band was still stumbling through here and there, small faults, technical issues, band arguments. You saw it all. You had been there since day one. In highschool Anakin had made up his band consisting of Obi, his bassist. He was a shy kinda guy, didn't say much, but when he did it was nice to hear. His drummer- well nevermind his drummer changed every few weeks. Anakin was as stubborn as he was handsome. He saw it as His band, Obi was the only one who could tolerate his attitude. Anakin of course took the role of lead vocalist AND guitarist.

You had tried to join your freshman year of college as the guitarist, but your best friend, Anakin Skywalker, was just trying to help poor little you stay safe and focused on school. He told you he didn't want grubby hands thinking about you, and perverted eyes, feeling you up. You were just a girl. He made sure you understood. You were reasonably upset by this, but Ani fixed that after a couple of after show parties in the basements of venues... more specifically, the bathrooms.

It started as just a onetime thing. Both of you were intoxicated and you did what two friends, who have had undeniable chemistry since highschool after some alcohol and bud, do. Hook-up. It really was just flings here and there, Anakin bombed a test? Your phone would light up. 'hey r u busy rn?' Sure, you had an eight-page paper due by tomorrow, but yeah besides that you were free. free use. Anakin's drummer he got last Tuesday cussed him out and left? Ding! 'i need you rn'. You couldn't deny you're closest friend comfort. It was a vicious cycle. You felt awful, you really did. It was like you knew what he was doing, but you felt like there was no way out.. besides, he needed you. He also needed the 18 other girls around campus that rotated shifts in his bed when he wasn't playing gigs. But he told you, you were special, he meant it surely.

This night was special. It was the BIG gig. It was in the middle of the tour, the largest number of tickets sold at one of the biggest venues they could book. It was downtown at one of the smaller stages meant for local artist, but it was right next to the college nearby. Prime market. young women. pretty girls. desperate college chicks. Anakin knew what he was after by the end of this show, but you follow him obliviously up the stairs with your "v.i.p." pit pass behind him. Your already ripped stockings tearing on the metal fencing up the stairs. Anakin only hauled his guitar, refusing to help Obi and you carry any of the sound equipment. It's okay though, it's just cause he's hungover and his throats a little sore. Obi-wan grunts, hauling literally everything known to man, amps, cords, a random bass drum? Probably belonging to the drummer that left this past Friday. You held drinks, bags, clothes, food, and some lighting equipment. Anakin insisted on a fog machine also, which conveniently got left at home two hours away. God bless you Obi.

You dropped your stuff and rushed to give Anakin a peck on the cheek, which he quickly dismissed annoyedly. 'He's probably just stressed out,' you fought in an attempt to reason with yourself. After giving Obi-wan a thumbs up and a wishful good luck, you are quickly rushed off the wings of the stage, to the back of the pit. What the fuck? You could b a r e l y see the rail at the front of the stage through the sea of crappy highlights, and slutty tops. Oh well, lights come up, Anakins standing there, soaking up all of it. The attention, the lights, the sounds, the attention, the crowd, the attention, the attention, the attention. Excitement boiled in your stomach. Seeing him in his white tank top, stained with god knows what. His box bleached frosted tips at the very edges of his grown out hair. Sweaty and shiny from the lights, he was a sight to behold. An image to have every man and woman on their knees begging for a peek. You and Anakin knew that.

The set started out with his earlier tracks inspired by the likes of deftones and superhaven. His sweat dripped down from his chin, to his angular neck. His adams apple dancing with the runs erupting from his vocals. No one could admire him as deeply as you did. No one could appreciate his stage presence the way you did. Like the way the spotlight, contrasted harshly with his tanned skin, highlighting his carved cheeks and white teeth.

As he continued, you began to push your way to the front, fighting as if it was a ragging mosh pit at a Victoria's Secret perfume clearance sale. Clouds of vapor and smoke raised high creating Anakin's own fog machine. Second hand highs at these shows were a guarantee. Still pushing past sweaty bodies, with heavy drums and piercing guitar pounding in your ears, you slowly became disoriented. It was as if it was all hitting you, the meds were wearing off or something. you were suffocating, drowning in a large sea, with your only chance of safety just a few inches ahead.

You grab the rail.

Consciousness is regained and so is your composure. Smeared sweaty make up, clouds your vision, but you saw. You saw clear as day. He had leaned down from the stage and kissed her. Kissed her. Right on the lips. This was his song about you. You were the one with the beautiful eyes he sang about. You were the one he made listen to the strumming pattern of it till you could recite it like a scale. It was yours. For once it was yours. From him.

Glitter rained into your watery eyes, what a poor style choice. If only you would've known he'd kiss a beautiful brunette girl halfway through his set, you probably would've chosen a more neutral palette. Chasing whatever air remained in the world, you gasped, running out from the exit doors. It was already late. The only light illuminating onto your back was the exit sign and a streetlamp on the other side of the alley. The bands van was parked crookedly in a nook between the garbage cans and the dented fire hydrant. locked. Yay! and it was raining. You started to think that maybe you were in a dramatic romance novel. The rain really was just unnecessary. Regardless, you rampaged back into the back door, left unlocked in case of a fire. Storming up the steps, you could hear the unplugging of a turned on amp, causing a shrill amongst the chatty, squealing crowd. Anakin's figure became visible from the wings, Obi-wan following in after him. Without a thought going through your mind, you ran right up to him and slapped his chest. His head snapped in your direction, with his attention previously being on the cheering crowd behind him.

"Hey! What the fuck is your problem?" His arms throw themselves up in frustration.

"Don't play dumb with me, you fucking kissed her! You kissed her Anakin? You, you said that wouldn't happen." Your voice quivered as he mumbled, guiding the both of you out the door and into the rain, away from the scene you had just caused backstage.

His arms swarm you like an unwelcome crowd of bats. clouding your vision. In more ways than one. You thrashed but only for a second before completely crumbling in the man's arms. Sobs stained his disgusting tank top. Your cries drowned by the leaving crowd at the front of the building, and the heavy downpour casting you and Anakin in your own little shell.

"You know better than to expect me not to push the bands publicity. It might be better for you just to stay backstage from now on. Or go stay with one of your other guys when I do shows." How did his snide words warm you so sincerely...? He was right though. You knew better. You couldn't be upset; it was for the band. After he made it big, he'd be yours and yours alone. You knew the deal.

"m' sorry Ani, I just-"

"Don't call me that right now. You hurt my goddamn feelings." He shoves you away from his chest. "I was having a great show and then you came backstage screaming at me, putting on a pathetic show like always." He knew where to plant his knife and how to dig it around inside you. It cut you up completely. Every time.

You couldn't do anything but sob. Every show you'd go into it expecting a different outcome. You were the stupid one. You were the idiot. It was your fault. He was right and you knew it. There was nothing you could say to combat it. You just cried.

He paused for a moment. The both of you standing in the pouring rain. You, staring at the ground as he watched the rain fall. "fuck.." you could hear him curse under his breath.

"I'm sorry Anakin. really." He said nothing, dragging you back into his chest, kissing your forehead, swaying the both of you back and forth. His wet hair, dripping onto your nose after he pulls away slightly.

"Look at me," he takes your cheeks in his hands, "It's gonna be okay, just try to be better for me next time 'kay?" He finishes it off with a soft kiss to your puffed and dry lips.

"I love you." He hums in a lack of response.

Notes ` first fic, longer than i meant it to be, proof read before bed, so barely, thank youu <3 (hell if its anakin skywalker i will let him act this way, sure young man, be outta pocket..)

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bullet-prooflove · 21 days

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Could you do “Baby, I wanna drink you in like oxygen” for Donovan Rocker

There is nothing like the sensation of being with you, the feel of your skin pressing against his as you clench around his cock just right. You moan into his mouth as he hikes your thighs a little higher up his hips. The change of angle allows you to take him even deeper, your nails scratching down his back as he hits that deviant little spot.

The intermingling of the pain and the pleasure, it takes him over the edge as he buries himself all the way to the hilt, spilling his release into you.

“Fuck, we can’t go this long again baby.” He whispers, his thumb tracing over the outline of your lips. “I need you like oxygen, so fucking badly that it feels like I can’t breathe without you.”

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fandomnerd9602 · 16 days

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Agatha knocks on Rockstar!Wanda’s apartment door…

Y/N answers…

Agatha: oh…is Wanda ready for practice?

Y/N: she’s tired right now. I’m sorry Agatha

Agatha: oh I bet she’s tired (winks) probably went all night, am I right? (Laughs)

Y/N closes the door…

Y/N rolls their eyes and goes right back to Wanda who has a cold…

Wanda: thank you detka

Y/N: I’m not gonna leave my rockstar’s side til she’s all better

Y/N kisses her forehead….

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Still Get Jealous

Pairing: Rocker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky doesn't get jealous. Or does he? Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, possessive behavior, slight jealousy, swearing, talk of exhibitionism, Rocker!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fifth day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to White Wolf and Luna! Finally wrote something for them. Inspired by this ask here by the wonderful @beach-daydreaming . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Bucky edit by the amazing Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky isn’t a jealous man. He has no reason to be. Playing sold out shows, rocking out with his friends, and getting paid to have a good time? He's on top of the world.

Best of all, he has you.

If only the pricks around you would take a hint.

It made sense that other guys wanted you. The way you carried yourself with confidence and dressed like you were made for sin, you got attention everywhere you went. Just because he slid an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side when some guy hit on you didn’t mean he was possessive. If he dug his fingers in a little or pressed a kiss to your neck, it was a subtle way to make the asshole back off.

It was not because he was jealous.

“Marking your territory?” you always asked once they took a hint.

"If I wanted to do that, I'd put you on your knees and fuck you right here."

He never had to touch you to know that got you wet. The whole crew caught you two going at it more than once and you got off on it every time. His beautiful Luna had an exhibition streak as long as his. You loved showing everyone who you belonged to.

So was he possessive or jealous if he knew you were his?

"Will you ever make good on that promise?” you teased.

Bucky considered it after the latest show.

Downing a shot, he glared at Graham across the bar. He had no issues with the Nonsense Nation guitarist most days. The guy was quiet and usually kept to himself. He hardly ever cracked a smile.

So why was he huddled close to you and laughing?

And why were you laughing with him?

Since when is Graham a fucking comedian?

“Stop glaring,” Steve asked, trying to get Bucky’s attention.

“Why is she shoving her tits in his face?” he demanded to know.

You trying to get my attention, Luna? You fucking got it.

Steve handed another shot over, which he quickly downed. “She’s not putting her tits anywhere. You know she doesn’t want him.”

Bucky knew you weren’t into Graham, but he still questioned why you were leaning in closer. The bar wasn’t that loud. There was no reason to press up against him like that. You were practically in his lap at that point.

“Fuck this,” he muttered as he licked his lips and slammed the glass down on the counter.

“Fuck it,” Steve agreed, nodding over to you. “Go get your girl.”

My girl.

His best friend gave him shit about the two of you in the beginning because he refused to put a label on things. You were a good fuck. The best pussy he ever had. There was no reason to mess that up by calling you his girlfriend.

Somewhere along the way, it became more. You didn’t fuck any other guys and he didn’t pick up any other groupies. He liked talking to you when he wasn’t balls deep inside you. He loved making you laugh.

Which is probably why he wanted to punch Graham’s fucking face in.

You didn’t turn around as he came up behind you, but he heard your gasp when he pulled you back against his chest.

“What’s so funny, baby?” he whispered against your ear.

“Hey, Buck,” you said sweetly, pushing your hips back in a gentle grind. “Oh, nothing. Graham and I were talking about you, believe it or not.”

“Is that right?” Bucky asked, keeping his eyes on Graham as he tilted your head and moved his lips down to your jaw.

“We were,” the guitarist confirmed, taking a sip of his drink and seemingly not bothered at all by the display as he checked his phone. “I owe Jefferson a drink.”

“The fuck does that have to do with me?” he asked, grinding against you in return so you could feel him getting hard.

Wonder if I could get away with fucking you on the bar.

“Luns wondered how long it would take for you to come over and say something if I flirted with her. I thought it would take five minutes,” Graham said as he slid off his barstool. “Jefferson said two minutes.”

Should’ve fucking known you were playing games.

You let out a hum of pleasure when he slid his hand under the front of your top. “Then find the fucking Mad Hatter and get him a drink. Now,” he grumbled.

“Maybe I want him to stay,” you said in a sing-song voice before Bucky cupped your breast and squeezed. “Fine. Thanks for the laugh, Graham.”

“You two behave,” he smirked a little before he walked off.

“No promises,” you said even though the two of you were alone. Well, as alone as you could be in a bar. “Two minutes. I’m impressed, White Wolf.”

“You trying to make me jealous, Luna? Bad fucking girl,” he said, his thumb brushing along your nipple. "Should punish you for that."

"Is it a punishment if we both enjoy it?" you moaned, the globes of your ass pushing even harder against him. “You don’t need to be jealous, but I like it."

“Not jealous,” he mumbled as he buried his face in your neck. "Is he funnier than me?"

If he sounded vulnerable, you didn't call him out on it.

"No, he isn't," you answered, making him breathe a little easier. "And don't you dare ask if I think he'd fuck me better."

"No one can fuck you better than I can," he said, his confidence back in full swing. "But I think you need a reminder that you’re mine.”

You gasped when he pinched your nipple. “As much as I want you to fuck me on the bar, and you will do that one day, I think the bathroom stall will do just fine.”

He may have given Jefferson and Graham the finger when you dragged him away. He also may have admitted later while you slept that he was jealous. Only because you were the best fucking thing to ever happen to him and you could have anyone you wanted.

But you chose him.

And who would the White Wolf be without his Luna?

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gnrswife · 4 months

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slash xfem!reader reader is Axl's gf

warnings:smut,cheating

words:196

This was so wrong. Your head was cloudy from the alcohol and the music bumping off the walls from the party going on. You looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. Tits spilling out of the tiny pink dress, maybelline lipgloss smeared, face completely fucked out. You couldn’t think straight as your boyfriend’s best friend was demolishing your pussy. You don’t even remember how it got to this, besides Axl was being an asshole from the minute you arrived at the party mixed in with a few shots of Vodka with Duff

“What would Axl think that his girlfriend is getting her shit pounded in by his best friend?” slash's tone, condescending as he pulled all the way out making you whine from the loss of contact. “And acting like a slut when I pull out.” He laughed.

“slash please..” You whimpered pathetically.

His large hand came to your throat, squeezing it tightly as he slammed back into you with full force. Thick dick filling your soaked hole once again making your tummy feel funny. “slash please.” He mocked you like the asshole he was. You loved it though. He put you in check, unlike Axl who would guilt trip you and storm off. He looked so fucking good too. top hat still on his head, shirt lifted up to expose those toned abs as he thrusted into.

“I knew you were a little bimbo slut the moment Axl started dating you. Running around in all those tiny skirts with your ass hanging out. Drooling on a fucking sucker while you bat those pretty eyelashes. You have no idea what you do to me.” His voice making your clench his cock.

“Keep that shit up you are gonna make me blow my load inside you.”

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 months

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.2

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which you and anakin reunite, but liz is right there to ensure he is well aware of the power she has on his and your relationship at the moment.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4.7k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Anakin was shaking a bit as he waited near the luggage claim area. His arms were aching with the need to hold you again, and he had to remind himself over and over that he was here to pick you up.

You were going to be here at any second.

He was going to have you back in his arms soon, and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to let you go this time if he tried. It was more evident than ever that you were meant to be together, and he was meant to be with you. He couldn’t function properly without you, that much was clear with the way the rational side of his brain completely shut down once he was more than a few minutes away from you.

The airport wasn’t crowded at all, and he’s only seen a few people try to sneak a photo of him, which was a bit of a relief since he wanted to get you back to the bus as soon as possible.

Anakin looked down and was about to call you when he felt someone’s eyes on him. He knew it was you, and when he lifted his head and almost instantly met your gaze, he was shoving his phone back in his pocket and making his way to you.

Your eyes were glazed over as you pushed your way through the small crowd and dropped your bag to the floor when he finally reached you. Jumping up, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders while his circle around your middle. Your lips meet in a deep and desperate kiss as your tears fall down your face and land on his own.

Anakin felt his heart swell now that you were back in his arms, and he didn’t want to ever let you go again. One month wasn’t a long time, but it felt like fucking forever without you, and he never wanted to be away from you for that long ever again. “Princess,” he mumbled against your lips and you only kissed him harder and tightened your hold on his shoulders. “Baby.”

You pull away and bury your face against the side of his neck, whimpering a quiet, “Ani,” next to his ear.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as he held you impossibly close to his chest. He was scared to open his eyes again and have this all been a dream, but he knew that he never dreamed without you next to him. He hadn’t had a dream in over a month.

So when he did open his eyes and pull away to see your achingly pretty face, he knew he wasn’t dreaming. “Hi, pretty girl,” he whispered and you gave him a teary smile as you pressed about ten quick kisses to his lips.

“Hi, Ani,” you say back, just as quietly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he commented as he held onto the backs of your thighs. His own eyes burned with unshed tears, and he pushed them away as best as he could. “God, I missed you so much.”

You grin at him as you smooth out his messy hair. “I missed you,”

The feeling of your fingers in his hair had him going feral as he had almost forgotten how good it felt. He almost forgot how perfectly you fit against him like this or how the mere sight of you had all his worries melting away as if they were never there to begin with.

You bury your face into his shirt and groan loudly, making him grin when he looks over and sees the concerned look of someone passing by. “You smell so good,” you say and he laughs as you press your lips to the side of his neck.

“What,” he hummed as he walked over to where you dropped your bag with you still wrapped around him. “The guys in London don’t smell good?”

You pull back with a pointed look, making him bite back another grin as you say, “I never got close enough to find out,”

Anakin smirked at you as you jumped down from him but kept your chest pressed to his. “Right answer,” he mumbled as he leaned down and grabbed your duffle bag before taking your hand in his.

You roll your eyes as you follow after him. “So…this is Paris,” you say, a bit breathless at the beautiful scenery you’re met with once you leave the airport.

“This is it,” Anakin confirmed as he pulled you along to the street. “All the pretty things around us, and yet none of them are even close to being as pretty as you.”

You blush and pull your hand from his in order to wrap your arms around his middle. “You’re such a sap,” you point out as he drapes his arm over your shoulder. “But I love you for it.”

Anakin smiled before leaning down to kiss you again. “I love you,” he said back as he brought his free hand up to gently grasp your jaw. He had a hard time keeping his hands and lips off you right now as he waited for the driver to arrive, and he was sure he was being too affectionate with you for it to be considered appropriate for a public setting, but he couldn’t care less right now. “I missed you so damn much.”

You beam up at him and press your nose against the base of his throat. “I can’t believe we went a whole month without each other,” you murmur as you trail one hand up his back and observe his features. “You look tired, Ani. You haven’t been sleeping much, have you?”

Anakin shrugged and kissed your forehead. “You said it yourself, princess,” he said. “We haven’t been with each other for an entire month. That results in my sleep schedule getting fucked up.”

You pout and Anakin wanted to take you right here and now. “I’m sorry, baby,” you whisper. “But I’m here now….though I don’t think either of us will be getting much sleep for the next few nights.”

Your smirk had him growing a bit hard in his jeans, but it also had him feeling guilty. He still hadn’t told you about Liz, and every time you touched him, he was reminded that you weren’t the only one who had done it in the past four weeks.

He knew he needed to tell you, and he was planning on doing it as soon as he got to the tour bus. So for now, he kisses your pout and says, “I love you so much, Y/n. I barely made it without you,”

Your smirk softens and you press your cheek against his shoulder. “Me too, Anakin,” you confess quietly. “I don’t want to go that long without you ever again. Maybe we can talk about my program later? I think I’ve decided what I want to do about it. The plane ride really cleared my head.”

Anakin nodded as the car pulled up, and he opened the back door as he said, “We can do whatever you want, baby,” and guided you into the backseat. “I have some things I need to tell you, too.”

You smile at him as he sits beside you and closes the door. “Okay, we’ll talk when we get to the bus,” you suggested and he nods, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side as you press a kiss to his tattoo of your writing on his wrist. He was terrified to tell you what happened, and he was terrified to see your reaction, but he couldn’t live with this guilt for much longer.

While he completely intended to sit you down and confess to what he did when you entered the empty bus, you had other plans. As soon as he closed the door behind him, you were jumping into his arms and kissing him deeply.

He drops your bag onto the floor and nearly trips on it as he grabs your thighs and presses you against the wall beside the door. Your lips connect in desperate kisses as he pushes his body against yours, trying to get as close to you as he possibly could.

Any thoughts about what he was going to say to you leave his head as you take it upon yourself to grind your hips against his. Still, he tries to stay focused, “Baby,” he rasped between kisses. “We should talk.”

You just kiss him deeper and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it in the way you knew he loved.

He cursed under his breath and the sound caused you to moan quietly. “Baby,” he tried again but you moved to press your lips to his neck as you reached down to palm him through his jeans.

“We will,” you promised, sucking a mark onto his throat before looking up at him with needy, lust filled eyes. “We’ll talk, Ani, I promise. I just really, really need you.”

Truthfully, he needed you just as bad, if not more. He’s been craving you since the minute he left London, and the ache in his chest was finally starting to dull now that he is back with you.

“Okay,” he caved and pressed you harder against the wall, his hips gently beginning to rock against yours.

You moan softly, dropping your hands down to his shoulders, where you squeezed. “Do you want this?” You asked, and he fucking adored the way you still checked in with him even if you were so close to losing complete control. “Do you want me?”

The question knocked the air out of him, and he pressed his face against the side of your neck with a huff. “Of course I want you,” he swore, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist while you kept yourself upright with your legs secured around his hips. He needed you to know that you were it for him, forever. There was no one else after you. He would always be entirely yours. “I want you with me for the rest of my life. You’re everything to me, and I will love you forever.”

Even if you fell out of love with after he tells you everything he’s been up to in the last month.

Your gaze softens as you caress his jaw with your thumbs. “Ani,” you trail off and the innocent look you were giving him was making him go insane. How could he ever let someone else get this close to him when he had you waiting for him? “I’ve loved you for five years now. Well, actually that will be official tomorrow. Five whole years with you and I still haven’t gotten enough. You’re my world, Anakin. Happy almost anniversary.”

Time really got away from him, and after thinking about it, he realized that tomorrow is, in fact, your five year milestone. And now he felt like a terrible boyfriend all over again. “Happy almost anniversary,” he whispered back, and then your lips were on his again.

“Take me, Ani,” you requested in between kisses, and he would never say no to you.

He pushes away from the wall and walks over to the couch, where he lays you down and hovers over you. Your hands tangle in his hair as he places open mouthed kisses to your collarbones and shoulders, his lips trying to show every part of you how much he missed you.

Your sweet moans were music to his ears, and he knew he would always need you in his life. Everything reminded him of you, and he couldn’t sing any of his songs without thinking of you and picturing you beside him, and he guessed he was to blame for that one since he wrote every single one about you.

And your soft voice had his heart breaking as you said, “I haven’t been touched in a month,” and though you were teasing him, it had Anakin’s eyes squeezing shut in dread.

While you kept your hands to yourself in London, he didn’t. You pushed guys away, yet he let Liz get so close. You weren’t even looking at other people, and he had felt her lips against his own.

He hated thinking about that night, and what he could remember from it had him feeling sick every time.

He was a terrible person, and you deserved better.

Your lips were all over him as your hands feebly tugged on his black shirt. “Where are you?” There was a hint of humor to your voice as you gently tugged on the skin below his ear. “You’re in your head, Ani. Come back to me.”

Anakin opened his eyes again and met your gaze, “I’m here,” he promised, kissing you deeply. “I’m not leaving you again.”

“Good,” you smile as you finally pull off his shirt. “Because I can’t go that long without you again.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he promised as you arched your back and pulled off your own shirt. You toss it at him and he laughed as he let it drop to the floor and join his. “I thought it was my job to do that.”

You shrug as you trail your hands down his biceps, and he could’ve moaned at how right your hands felt on him. “You’re taking too long,” you mumble and sit up, making him lean back on his knees. Your lips press kisses down his chest as your fingers work at the button on his jeans, and it felt so good, until his mind flashed back to how it felt to have Liz’s mouth on his body in the same way yours is right now.

He tensed up and reached out to gently grip the sides of your face to halt your actions. When you glanced up at him and gave him a confused look, he leaned down and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your mouth. “I missed you, princess,” he repeated the words he’s said to you countless times now since he saw you at the airport.

He wanted to say more, but was struggling to find the right words, and you somehow knew this. “Okay,” you murmur and kiss him again before dropping your hands and laying back down on the couch.

Anakin pulls your black leggings off and your panties follow soon after, and he can’t stop himself from leaning down and wrapping his lips around your clit. He was probably making you feel even more confused as he was hesitant to let you touch him right now, but here he is going down on you.

He couldn’t tell you that he felt disgusted with himself, and he refused to think about the fact that he pictured Liz the second you kissed his chest in the way she did at the club. And it wasn’t by choice. The last thing he’d ever want to think about is Liz and what her lips felt like on him, but it just happened and he had no control over it.

Your hands tangled in his hair as his tongue slowly worked you open, and he could easily get lost in you if you’d let him. You were so familiar to him, and your body was so responsive to him, it should be a crime that he’d forgotten for even a second what you felt like.

“Ani,” you moan and, God, your voice was unforgettable.

Anakin hummed as he kissed his way up your chest and found your lips with his. Your hands pushed at his jeans and freed him while his reached around your back and unclasped your bra just as you guided him into you.

Your relieved moan rang throughout his ears and he dropped the pink lacy material to the floor, wrapping you up in his arms as he began roughly fucking into you. “Oh, my God,” you whimpered and gripped his shoulders tightly.

Anakin grunted at the slight sting of your nails. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered under his breath and you clenched around him, further proving his words. “I need to wear you out, huh?”

“Sounds like a challenge,” you say back as you lean in and kiss your initial on his bicep. “You sure you’re up for it, broody?”

He smirked down at you. “It’s not a challenge, pretty girl,” he mumbled as he took your left hand in his and ran his lips along his initial on your wrist. “It’s a promise.”

You moan loudly at that and bury your face against his neck, breathing him in again. “Fuck, Ani, you smell so good,” you whine and he let out a deep laugh as he slowed his pace. “Like the sexiest man alive.”

Anakin laughed again. “You don’t have to flatter me, baby,” he rasped, the slow fuck of his hips allowing you both to feel every inch of each other. “I’m already inside you. You already have me right where you want me.”

You pull back with a grin as you tangle your hands in his hair. “I have you right where you belong,” you state and wrap your legs around his waist. “I missed you every single day, Ani. I love you so much.”

Anakin’s smirk softened at your sweet words and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and pressing multiple deep kisses to your mouth. “I love you more,” he said back and meant it more than anything else he’s ever said in the twenty two years he’s lived. “You’re my girl, baby, forever.”

He felt like he had no right to be this possessive over you right now, but he really didn’t have a filter when it came to you.

“That’s not long enough,” you grin at him before guiding his mouth back to yours, where you kiss him deeply and nudge his tongue with the tip of your own. His pace was slow as he licked along your bottom lip, and both yours and his lips were wet when he pulled away. “Fuck me, Ani, I need it.”

And so did he.

Anakin reached up and gripped the armrest of the couch with one hand while his other arm wrapped around your body and pressed your chest right up against his. He began fucking you into the couch, and your moans and whimpers fueled him to go even harder.

His hips hit yours brutally, and he knew you both would probably have bruises there later on, but neither of you cared at all. You weren’t exactly new to having marks on your body from each other, since you both had an undying need to claim one another.

Your neck and shoulders were spotless for the first time in a while, so Anakin leaned down and sucked a dark mark onto your collar bone in an attempt to make up for the lost time.

You moan softly and rake your hands down his back, claiming him in your own way as he knew there would be scratch marks after you were done with him. “You feel so good, Ani,” you whispered as you kissed along his jaw and throat. “I needed you so badly.”

Anakin groaned deeply and rested his forehead against your shoulder. “I needed you, too,” he swore. “I always need you.”

You let out a breathless laugh and the sound went straight to his dick, and he had to hold back from coming right then and there. “I’m already close,” you tell him as you move your hands up and grip the back of his neck, where your fingers tangle in the hair there. “Do you see what you do to me?”

A grunt escaped Anakin’s mouth as he bit down gently on your shoulder. “I know,” he muttered and removed his hand from your back in order to take yours and lace your fingers together. “I’m close, too.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as he presses your joined hands against the couch beside your head. “Make me come,” you quietly begged as you clenched around him again. “Please, Ani.”

He cursed under his breath and rocked his hips against yours as he felt his release creeping up on him. “I’ll make you come,” he grunted and released the armrest so he could trail his hand down to your throbbing clit. He rubbed harsh circles against it and you squirmed under him as your moans got louder.

Thank fuck Vinny and Theo had decided to give Anakin free rein over the bus today.

“Come for me, princess,” he softly demanded and felt as you clenched impossibly tight around him before a warmth surrounded him. His brows furrowed as he fucked you through your high, and your heels pressed against his lower back as you writhed under him. “Good girl. You’re so good to me, baby.”

You whimper as you squeeze your hand in his and kiss along his neck. “Come, Ani,”

And he would never deny you a single thing again for the rest of your lives.

He dropped his head in the space between your neck and shoulder as his own release took over, and he gave a few more thrusts before stilling completely. “Fuck,” he muttered as he tried to catch his breath. “Jesus Christ, baby.”

You laugh from your place under him and turn your head to the right to press a kiss to his wrist and tattoo. “We usually last longer than that,” you observe. “I think we’re a bit out of practice.”

“You might be right,” he huffed and kept himself buried in you as he rolled onto his side and pulled you against him. He was still a bit breathless as he mumbled, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you grin up at him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I think I figured out what I want to do,” you say quietly as you and Anakin lay in his bunk.

It had been a few hours since you arrived in Paris, and since Anakin fucked you on the communal couch of the bus. Vinny and Theo had stumbled through the doors not too long ago since it was nearing the time for them to head to the venue, and after a quick hug from both the boys and Clara, Anakin hauled you to his bunk and pulled you down so you were laying with him. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you right now, and you weren’t complaining at all since you weren’t doing much better.

Theo laughed at something Vinny said from their place at the table as Anakin kissed the top of your head. “What do you want to do?” He asked and you could hear the faint hint of excitement in his voice.

You run your hands up his chest as you tangle your legs with his. “I don’t want to go back,” you confess and feel him tense against you.

“So,” he trailed off and you held back a smile.

“I want to stay on tour with you,”

The look he gave you when you said that had you feeling like you were the most important person in the world. “You’re staying?” He asked and you nodded. “Baby.”

You laugh before he connects his lips to yours. “I don’t want to keep missing you,” you add after he pressed five kisses to your mouth.

Anakin pulled back and kissed your forehead multiple times. “I love you,” he rasped. “But if you’re just doing this for me-”

“I’m not,” you promise and tangle your hands in his hair. “I don’t think London is for me, and I don’t think I want to get into writing at this point in my life. I want to do exactly what we have been doing; exploring the world together, settling down at our own apartment, being with each other. That’s all I want right now. Maybe I’ll pick it back up again in the future, but for now I just want to be with you.”

Your words leave him speechless, and you thought you saw tears in his eyes before he guided you into another deep kiss. “If that’s what you want, then we’ll do that,” he said after pulling away and you smiled up at him as you lay in silence for a little while longer before heading to the venue.

Being backstage again felt surreal, and to be back in Anakin’s arms felt even better. Crew members hustled around you as Anakin held you close to his chest, his hands on either side of your face while yours gripped his waist.

You were turned on again, and his outfit choice was not helping at all. It was a simple graphic tee, black jeans, black converse and the leather jacket you loved so much. A few rings were on his fingers, and his hair was perfectly messy, you were having a hard time staying here and not dragging him back to the dressing room with you.

“I love you,” he said in between kisses.

“I love you,” you say back. “You’re going to do amazing, baby, as always.”

He kisses you again and again, making you laugh and pull away. He opened his mouth to say something, but a somewhat familiar voice spoke instead, “Hey Anakin,” you look over and see Liz, her camera strap fastened around her neck as she looked between the two of you. “Y/n.”

“Hi,” you say back as Anakin pulls you into his side and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Long time, huh?” She asked as she avoided eye contact with Anakin and kept her eyes on you.

“Yeah,” you agreed and slid your hand into his back pocket, but he just remained stoic as he glared at her. You furrow your brows as you say, “I saw some pictures you took of the guys. They’re amazing.”

She smiled at you and raised the camera. “Thanks, Y/n,” the way she said your name made you a bit uncomfortable, but you didn’t let it show as she said, “Smile.”

You force out a grin as Anakin stays emotionless, the flash making you have black spots in your vision as you weren’t used to it at all. “You have all the pictures you need, Liz,” he mumbled and she pouted.

“Just wanted some behind the scenes stuff. God, you guys are cute together,” she purred as she walked closer and tugged at the collar of his jacket. “I like this on you, makes me think of that night at the club.”

Anakin tensed up beside you before he guided you towards the stage. “Yeah, well, those nights won’t be happening anymore,” was all he said and she just smiled.

“It was so nice seeing you again, Y/n,” she waved as she moved towards the stairs. “You and I will have to catch up later.”

You nod and then she is gone, leaving you alone with Anakin, who looked like someone had just punched him several times as his face twisted up in poorly hidden agony. “What’s this I hear about a club?” You tease as you smooth out his shirt.

“Her and I used to go out to clubs together,” it took him a while to answer you, and you weren’t sure why he was being so closed off now. “It won’t happen ever again.”

You narrow your eyes a bit. “Okay,” you trail off. “I saw that you unfollowed her on Instagram and deleted some pictures…is everything okay?”

Anakin ran his hands up your arms as he nodded. “Just some dumb drama,” he dismissed your worries. “I don’t think you and her should catch up later.”

That made you even more confused, but you weren’t planning on actually sitting down and talking to the photographer, anyway. “Alright,” you agree. “I won’t.”

Anakin gives you a forced smile before kissing the top of your head. “I gotta go on stage now, but just know that I won’t be able to take my eyes off you the whole time I’m out there,” he warned and you grin at that.

“You missed your personal cheerleader, huh?” You tease and hug him one final time.

He holds you close to him as he buries his face in your hair and murmurs, “More than anything,”

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J.M with goth reader hc's

Warnings: Reader is female, suggestive content (its JJ, come on-), witchcraft, pogues macking on each other

Tropes: Sunshinexgrumpy, opposites attract, poguexpogue,

Bree rants: I really want to write this as a whole oneshot, so if you like these head-cannons, please give me some feedback on if you want more oneshots with goth reader. ALSO, read-a-thon is tomorrow, so go check it out, its pinned! I do also take requests, but if you do request something, please be patient, I have a busy life and I am a new writer. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGOT IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!!! Thank you! I love you and make good choices kiddo.

(still dont know how to make aesthetic boarder things.)

JJ! Meeting goth reader at a beach party. Only noticing her because she stood out. The only one wearing a black dress that went to her ankles, dark hair with specs of purple in it, holding a red solo cup filled with some non-alcoholic drink. The rest wearing short dresses or bikini's.

JJ! Noticing how reader groans and rolls her eyes at the music playing.

JJ! Nudging John B, pointing at goth reader, telling him how he thinks you're cool.

JJ! Then telling Sarah to get her man to stop being a dick. Goth reader wouldn't have a clue about this.

JJ! Walking to goth reader, getting shy and nervous as she reapplies her black lipstick.

JJ! Basically recreating the scene in Scott Pilgrim Vs the world where he first meets Ramona. "So, do you like parties?" JJ says, ending his sentence with a shaky breath. Goth reader sighs and simply says a deadpanned no. JJ quickly says me too, despite loving them. Goth reader gives them an awkward smile, not knowing what to do with this golden retriever of a man beside her. JJ slowly and embarrassingly leaves.

JJ! Who comes back to the pogues telling them what happened, letting them make fun of him.

JJ! Who sees goth reader come back to him because her friend told her she needs to socialize. JJ who is ecstatic, while goth reader is awkwardly waving.

JJ! Who rapidly takes goth reader away from his friends before they can embarrass him

JJ! who talks to you and slowly you get out of your shell. Telling him how you hate parties, and hate the music, eventually telling him you liked rock music, as if it wasn't obvious.

JJ! Who tells goth reader he has to go to the bathroom. When in a reality he's forcing the DJ to play the music you like so he can dance with you.

JJ! Who comes back and acts surprised when Metallica, All American Rejects, System of down, My chemical romance, and so on plays.

JJ! Who gets you to dance and has the best night of his life with goth reader.

JJ! Who gets goth readers number at the end of the night, setting up a date with you.

JJ! Who takes goth reader to an old creepy bookstore and buys all the books she looks at with a small amount of money in his pocket. And at the end, they watch the sunset while having a picnic.

JJ! Who falls in love with goth reader after a week of dating because she's the opposite of him. He says, "Its boring when people are like me, the conversations are as bland as John B's cooking." When deep down its because she brings balance to his life.

JJ! Who makes goth reader sleepover at the chateau because he sleeps better when she's there.

JJ! Who lets goth reader do all the witchy stuff to him. Whatever makes his doll happy right?

JJ! Who lets goth reader sage his dick because "too many girls with negative energy have been on it."

JJ! Who lets goth reader put crystals and incense all over the chateau.

JJ! Who is so so so in love with goth reader and loves their differences.

JJ! Who brags to John B about goth reader, because she's into freaky things during bed. (She asked him to put healing wax on her back and he took it as sex.)

(STILL DONT KNOW HPW TO USE THOSE AESTHETIC BOARDERS)

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shutit-haha · 8 months

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Rocker Bakugo pt.2

Rocker Bakugo who writes a song about you. He's angsty and pissed, rather than to admit he's in his feels he just composes this whole piece about not needing you. Low-key it's a fuckin banger.

Rocker Bakugo who keeps you as his manager. You're good at your job, he was lying about people being better than you. No one is better than you. You're the best at everything. Your great with contracts, and his temper, great at loving him, and pushing him to do better.

Rocker Bakugo who says it's only until he can find a replacement but he misses having you around. The apartment's so fucking empty and after about a week he gets fed up with only seeing you for work stuff. So he demands for you to stop by the studio, to watch and listen. (Like you used too.) You know he only misses you, but you'd be damned if you let him off easy.

Rocker Bakugo who plays the song in front of you. He's smug about it too, like he didn't practically plead for you to watch him. (Again.) You're pissed, because what an ass! So of course you make him play it again, and again, and again. After about the third time you let the rest of the band leave but not Bakugo, he has to stay.

Rocker Bakugo who's grumbling and playing shitty now because he's pissed. He's growling and playing harder than he need too. If he keeps this up he might just break something or drain himself entirely. You're a jerk though, you keep poking him and poking him.

"Do you know what you're doing," your being condescending. You speak to him as of he were incompetent and stare at him like a child.

Rocker Bakugo who feels like one. He can see his Mother's gaze right after five year old him has thrown a fit. He sees it in you and it irks him. "Of course I know what the hell I'm doing, I made the damn thing!"

"Let me see the sheet," you're in front of him now. You're standing centered in front of his drum set hand out stretched for the sheet music. Now he really does feel like a little boy. And isn't that what he is? A huffy child who misses his mommy.

"I've got it," he snarls at you, snapping slightly.

You snatch the sheet anyways returning to your spot on the wall. "Play."

"Ain't shit to read."

"You don't got it memorized," you cock a brow. "Play."

"I will dammit!"

Rocker Bakugo who fucks it up. "Do it again." You command him knowing that the poor boy is tired.

"I can't," he mumbles.

"What?"

"I said I can't!" His chest is rising and falling way too quickly, his hair covers his face as to prevent you from seeing his eyes. His arms sag from how sore they are, and there's a slight shake too him. "I'm fuckin' tired, can't keep doing this shit."

"Then I need a new cash cow."

His head snaps forward, eyes meeting yours with a nasty glare. "You know damn well I can't play when you take away the sheet music."

You took a step forward, "you made the damn thing. Figured with how proud and confident you were in it, it'd be hard to forget."

"You're being a b-" He sucks air in through his teeth, slamming down his sticks and tilting his head back so he can breathe.

"Oh but you can turn me into a song? I don't want to be some jingle for a monster energy can Bakugo." You're halfway to him, only a couple steps left. "Do it again."

"I can't."

"Again Bakugo."

"I'm fuckin' tired."

Rocker Bakugo who knows you're still mad at him. He doesn't know how to make it up to you, he doesn't even know how to start.

Rocker Bakugo who tries anyways. He picks up the sticks and starts playing your favorite song. Your gaze softens, it isn't enough but it works for now. The both of you are so tired, you hate sleeping alone and that scene just keeps playing in his head.

His voice is hoarse and dry so when he sings its awful, but it makes you laugh. You're humming with him, just content to be in the same space without all that tension. "I know you're not out to get me, I trust you. Sometimes being at the top-"

"Means you forget to be grounded," the two of you speak in unison.

"Works the other way too," you start. "When you're always looking up, you forget there's trouble even in the stars. Constellations tell stories of heartbreak and death, and all I can think of is-"

"Walking on the clouds," he finishes for you. There's a smug little smirk on his face, pleased that he can still remember that line of yours.

"You gonna behave drummer boy?" Your hand cups his cheek, "gonna keep playing the beat to my heart."

He kisses your palm, and sets the sticks down. "Read over the thingy, was a lot better than I originally thought it was."

"I don't know who told you it wasn't."

"Kaminari had overheard something from the other negotiation team and made a dumbass assumption."

"And you believed it?"

"Was blindsided, sweetheart."

"You owe me."

"I know," he grabs at your waist. "Just come home," his other hand covers the one you have on his cheek.

Rocker Bakugo who has to have make-up sex with you. It's part of your dynamic. When the two of you were in high school you used argue over the smallest of things just so that you could bang afterward. As you guys went to college it became a little more difficult, having to learn that sex didn't make up for communication. Though the two of you struggle with words, you've definitely gotten better. And well any progress is progress.

Rocker Bakugo who some how ends up underneath you. When you said he owed you he didn't expect edging to be the price. Yet here he was in a dopey cow headband, with leather cuffs on each wrist as you edge him till he breaks.

Rocker Bakugo who's too lost in his orgasm to notice you taking a picture. It's deserved though, you'll just count it as part of the punishment.

#bakugou katsuki #x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #rocker #Rocker Bakugo #smut #happy ending

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