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Cleanse Me With Pleasure - part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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Take Me Back To Eden

Chokehold

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Good Girl Gone Bad

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Sinful Revenge

Temptation - part 1

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Requests are currently OPEN with Bill Skarsgard only!!!

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hi i am the anon from this ask about noah

i know you said your requests are open for bill but if you ever consider a noah story again i was thinking about those new pictures of him in the studio and how good he looks 🥵 maybe a story about how reader visits him in the studio after hours (their alone obviously) and they have a smutty moment but didn't realize the sounds recorded. noah finds out though and plans to use the sounds in the background of a new song 🙂‍↕️

Ohh, I like the idea… 👀 I’ll see if I can write it down, okay? Can’t promise, but I’ll try ❤️❤️❤️

Requesting a Noah x Reader fic please

Noah just got back from being on tour for months. You were looking forward to spending a romantic weekend with him, but right now you're both in the car on your way to a barbecue to celebrate with the other guys, so you've decided to be a brat. While he's driving, you give Noah a handjob and when he's finished he tries to hand you a tissue but you lick your hand clean instead and he's like 😳 he's not used to that from his sweet and innocent girl.

During the barbecue, you tease him every chance you get: bending over in your sundress, eating a hot dog, sucking a popsicle, licking whipped cream off your fingers during dessert... you can see him looking flustered a few times and trying to hide his massive boner.

The car ride home is silent but as soon as you get in the door all he says is "Bedroom. Now." You can probably guess what happens next - Noah being a little dom and rough, spanking, spitting, oral for both (swallowing & squirting), p in v, creampie (Noah licks it up and spits it in your mouth 🥵), the fluffiest sweetest aftercare

I’m SO into writing this, consider it DONE!!! It will take me a few days because of work and because of the amount of details I want to put into the story, but it will be done 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

Hi! I have a Noah x Reader request

Reader and Noah are roommates and good friends, but not friends with benefits. They both have unspoken crushes on each other.

While Noah is away on tour, Reader starts to really miss him and acknowledges her feelings for him. She goes into his room and puts on one of hoodies and lays on his bed thinking of him. Reader gets hot and bothered either touching herself or humping a pillow moaning Noah's name, and surprise he came home from tour early catching her in the act. 🥵

I'll leave the rest to you ☺️ but make it super smutty please - fingering, both receiving oral (Reader swallows Noah's release), squirting, p in v, creampie, after care, etc. Please and thank you!

Already working on it, it should be out soon 😈😈😈

Video Games - Dad!Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 2) (+18)

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Author’s note:

Good evening everyone!! This story was based on two similar Anon requests, so I made them as a part 2 of my previous dad!Bill story. If you haven’t read the first part yet, you can find it in the masterlist above!

The requests:

And for the Anons who requested it, I hope it lives up to your expectations! (let me know if you do!)

Disclaimers: fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, praise kink and some dirty talk. Again: this has explicit sexual content, you’ve been warned.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

I hope you enjoy this second part and requests with Bill are always open, so if you have any ideas I’m all ears! (btw, I’m trying to come up with a jealous/possessive one so if you have any ideas or suggestions regarding that, they’re welcome!!)

Please feel free to leave a comment, like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

Tag list: @muchwita @witchofozz @wiseyouthinfluencer @malenoradgn @bloodykisserr @a-differentbrandof-beans 

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The snow hadn’t stopped falling since that Christmas Eve morning, blanketing the pine trees outside of the wide living room windows of Bill’s parents’ house. Inside, warmth wrapped around him like a second skin, the gentle crackle of the fire in the stone fireplace, the scent of roasted Christmas dishes, mulled wine and cinnamon lingering in the air.

He leaned against the doorway, quietly observing the soft buzz of his family gathered for the holiday. Y/N was kneeling by the low coffee table, feeding peeled pieces of apple to their son, who had his eyes trained on his mom, babbling something about Santa and the presents he’d bring them over night. 

Her sweater had slipped off one shoulder, hair was tied up in a makeshift ponytail and she was smiling wide, glowing in that way she always did when she was too busy to realize how gorgeous she looked.

Bill watched the curve of her lips, the way she gently wiped Leo’s chin so he wouldn’t drop and smudge his grandma’s rug, murmuring something that made their little boy giggle. The softness in her voice, the lightness in her movements, the patience and way she took care of their child, it undid him completely.

She was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of: his lover, best friend, partner and mother of their son, his entire universe wrapped in one breathtaking woman.

And watching her just being herself with their child made him want her bad.

He hadn’t known it was possible to fall even harder for his own wife, but here he was, wrecked by the simplest moment, watching her press a kiss on Leo’s hair as he proudly cheered himself for eating the whole apple like the good boy he was. Bill’s heart couldn’t stretch any fuller.

And still, he wanted more. More of her. More of this life. More of them.

He wanted to start it all over again, cradle her through the soft months of pregnancy, watch her glow like she always had, full and blooming with another piece of him growing inside her. The thought struck him hard, low in his gut, blurring everything else in the room.

God, he wanted it. Wanted her so badly at that moment, he could barely stand still. She was all softness and strength, all warmth and light, and he ached to wrap himself around her, press into her and not stop until she was trembling and filled. Until they were breathless and she was his in that deep, unshakable way that made his chest tighten and his cock twitch with need.

They’d talked about having another one eventually, gentle conversations behind closed doors, smiles exchanged in bed, wondering glances at baby clothes long outgrown. And now, with the firelight dancing against her skin and their son tucked safe in her lap, Bill was sure: it was time, and he could only hope she was also ready for that journey again.

Bill was still watching her when she looked up and caught him. Her gaze lingered for a beat too long, her smile curving knowingly as she tilted her head, brushing a hand over Leo’s hair.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, low enough that only he could hear as he walked across the room to meet her.

He didn’t look away. “Can you blame me?”

She laughed under her breath, eyes sparkling. “You’ve got that look again.”

He raised a brow.

“The one that screams ‘I want to send you straight to the delivery room.’”

Bill choked on a laugh, glancing around to make sure no one else heard.

“Your eyes aren’t exactly subtle, baby,” she added, still grinning, though there was a blush creeping across her cheeks. “You keep looking at me like that and your mom’s gonna start planning another baby shower.”

“I’m just appreciating my wife,” he said innocently, stepping closer under the pretense of straightening Leo’s toy on the table. “Is that a crime?”

“Mmm... Depends on what you’re planning.”

They didn’t need to say more. It was already in the air between them, thick and unspoken.

Later, after dinner and hot cocoa passed around in mismatched mugs, Leo had curled up sleepily on the couch between Y/N and his aunt. Eija had scooped him into her lap, rocking him gently as he fought to keep his eyes open.

“He’s all tuckered out,” she whispered.

Y/N ran a gentle hand over her son’s hair. “Big night for a little elf.”

“I can keep him with me tonight,” Eija offered casually, shooting a quick glance toward her brother. “If that gives you guys a break.”

Bill didn’t miss the way she smirked a little, nor the way Y/N’s breath hitched beside him expectantly.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked.

“Of course. He’s already asleep, and I’ve missed having my little shadow.” Eija stood carefully with Leo against her shoulder, patting his back. “You two go rest. Or whatever.”

Bill met her eyes and gave her a thankful nod as reached for Y/N’s hand before they headed for the stairs, his grip firm, warm, and just a little too eager for having her all to himself.

They crept quietly up the stairs, the muffled warmth of laughter and dishes clinking drifting behind them as they slipped into their bedroom. Bill shut the door softly behind them, the latch clicking into place with a finality that made her pulse flutter a little.

She moved toward the bed first, tugging off her socks and tossing them in the corner, changing into one of his old t-shirts as she mumbled something about how she loved his mother’s choice of decor this year. Bill just watched her, leaning back against the door for a moment, taking her in like a man who’d waited all day for this.

“What?” she asked when she noticed him staring again, her brow raised with amusement.

He shrugged, crossing the room while he took his own sweater along with his shirt off. “Nothing. Just thinking how good you looked tonight.”

Y/N gave him a look. “You’ve been looking at me like that since before lunch.”

He slipped behind her, hands finding her waist as she pulled back the comforter. “Can’t help it. Watching you with our son…” he paused, nuzzling her neck as they crawled into the bed together and settled under the covers, her back to his chest, his arm wrapping around her the second she was within reach, “I just want to put another one in you.”

Y/N let out a soft, breathy laugh, one that caught in her throat as his hand splayed low across her belly.

“Subtle,” she murmured, but her tone was anything but disapproving.

He nuzzled behind her ear, voice lower now, rough with want. “You think I’m joking?”

She didn’t answer, not with words, just shifted her hips back against him and felt him, already thick and hard, pressed against her ass.

“I think Leo would love to have a baby sister… Plus everyone says I’m a girl dad, so it’s only fair we try for a little girl…”

His hand moved slowly, possessively, down from her waist, over the curve of her hip and then lower still, fingers slipping back up over the inside of her thigh beneath the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“No panties?” he asked, groaning into her skin when his fingers didn’t bump into any barriers and skimmed close to her core. 

“And not on the pill.”

Bill went completely still. Her words felt wrapped in velvet ribbon. Then his breath left him in a low, disbelieving groan, lips pressed against the back of her shoulder like a prayer.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick, lips brushing her skin as his hand flexed at her thigh and slid upward, grazing over her slick folds. His fingers dipped into her heat with a teasing slowness, dragging through her wetness like he needed to memorize how ready she already was. 

“You’re soaked. Is this for me?” He rolled his fingers over her clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing a shiver from her spine. “Are you this wet thinking about me getting you pregnant again?”

She arched into his touch, a low sound catching in her throat. “You tell me.”

He groaned softly, mouth pressing hot and open kisses to her neck as he reached his other arms underneath her, slipping his hand under the borrowed t-shirt she wore to cup her breast. She was soft and full against his palm, nipple pebbling beneath his touch as he bunched the fabric up and out of the way. 

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he briefly drove his hand away from her pussy to pull his sweats down and free himself.

Then, he shifted closer, lining the thick head of his cock against her entrance, dragging it through her wetness but not pushing in yet.

“Bill,” she whispered, pressing back against him, greedy to have him stretch her.

“Shhh,” he murmured in her ear, guiding himself slowly between her folds, the head of his cock protruding between her legs at each stroke, and the sight of it when she looked down to watch it made her only want him more.

He rocked his hips forward just a little and lined his head on her entrance, not breaching her yet, just nudging her open with the weight of him, pressing his tip against her opening again and again. She whimpered, a soft, high sound that slipped out of her before she could stop it.

And just as he finally began to sink in, slowly and all the way inside, she moaned. It was sharp and sweet and utterly unfiltered, the kind of sound that lit something primal behind his eyes. His hand shot up fast to cover her mouth as he groaned into her neck.

“You want the whole house to hear how you sound when I’m putting a baby in you?” he rasped. “When I’m inside you, filling you deep just how you like it?”

She whimpered against his hand at his words, hips pressing back to take more of him in.

“That’s it,” he breathed, starting to move, even deeper now, slow and relentless. “That’s my girl. You take me so well. You were made for me.”

She moaned again, muffled by his hand, her body melting into the rhythm he gave her.

There was something unbearably erotic about the way their bodies fit together in the quiet dark, curled in the intimacy of that spooned embrace. Her back was pressed flush to his chest, the long, solid length of him molded against her every curve like he’d been made to hold her this way. 

His breath was hot at her neck, lips grazing the shell of her ear with every low grunt, one of his hands fondling her breast and the weight of his other arm wrapped tight around her middle made her feel both claimed and cherished. 

“Gonna feel so good when I cum inside you,” he whispered filth-soft against her ear.

He slipped the tips of his fingers into her mouth now, and she took them greedily, sucking them in with a quiet moan, tongue curling around them.

“Fuck, baby…” His hips stuttered, just for a beat. “You suck my fingers like that, I’m gonna lose it.”

She rocked back against him, meeting his movements, chasing every inch of him as he moved inside her with a deep, possessive rhythm. He pulled his fingers from her lips with a slick pop, then gripped her jaw, tilting her head back as he kissed her feverishly. 

Bill then eased his hand down her thigh, gripping and guiding her as he pulled out with a teasing drag, earning a frustrated whimper out of her due to the sudden emptiness.

“Get on your back, baby.”

She did as she was told without a word, flushed and pliant, eyes dazed with lust as she rolled beneath him. The moment he was between her legs, she spread them wider as he hovered above her. 

His cock rested heavy against her heat, still slick from her, and he looked down at her all sprawled out for him, like she was the only thing that had ever mattered.

“You gonna be good for me?” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers. “And keep it quiet while I fill you up the way you want?”

She nodded quickly, lips parting on a breathless whisper. “I’ll be good.”

Bill gave a low, rough laugh, kissing her passionately as he pushed back inside her in one long deep thrust that made her gasp, her nails dragging down his back as the position allowed him to go even deeper than before.

“Eyes on me,” he rasped, voice almost gone with restraint. “I want to see you.”

Y/N’s gaze locked on his, wide and raw with her love for him as her body surrendered to him completely. He started to move, each thrust dragging her closer to the edge as his cock hit that very perfect spot inside of her.

Her hands slipped up to cup his face, and the kiss they shared was a mix of heat and love and desperation, his tongue sweeping against hers in time with every thrust of his hips.

Bill slid one of his hands down between them, fingers grazing the dip just below her navel. He pressed his palm there firmly, like he could feel himself inside her.

“You feel that?” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “How deep I am? Right here, buried inside where no one else gets to be.”

She rolled her eyes as the pressure made everything tighter, sharper, more overwhelming. Each deep stroke sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her, intensified by the weight of his palm pressing down.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, unable to stop herself, the sensation so deep it bordered on unbearable. His name broke from her lips in a soft, desperate gasp, and he swallowed it whole, kissing her like he never wanted to let her go.

His hand then slid lower until his fingers found her clit, slick and swollen. He circled it lightly at first, as if savoring every twitch of her body beneath his, then with more pressure and more intent. 

The added sensation sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her, her hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Her breath hitched against his lips, her moan caught somewhere between a sob and a plea, and still, he didn’t stop, working her expertly, drawing her closer and closer to the edge with every stroke of his cock and every swirl of his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered into his mouth. “Please, Bill, just like that…”

“I won’t, baby” he promised, voice shaking as he felt her walls clenching around him. “I’m not stopping until I feel you cum on my cock. Until I know you’re mine… full of me.”

She bit back a moan, hands gripping the back of his neck as her body began to tremble beneath him. “God… I’m so close…”

“I know, honey, I know. I’ve got you.” He purred against her ear.

His hips snapped a little harder now and he couldn’t stop staring down at her all flushed, open, perfect, every bit of her his.

“Cum with me,” he growled, his thumb circling faster now. “I want you to cum when I do.”

Her back arched, a broken gasp leaving her lips as she tightened around him. “Yes, yes… Bill, I’m,”

“Now, sweetheart,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt and looking deep into her eyes. “Let go for me.”

And she did, crying out his name in a choked whisper as her orgasm crashed over her, body trembling with every shockwave of it. Bill followed with a deep moan, hips grinding as he spilled inside her, riding their highs and holding her tight as if he could anchor them both to the moment.

They stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard, their hearts thudding in sync. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead and kissed her softly.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered with a dazed smile.

He chuckled, still inside her, eyes warm. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

I was 100% focused, writing the new (and very smutty) chapter of “Bite Me”, headphones on playing my favorite playlist for this, completely disconnected from the real world… Until I felt this looming presence behing me and there was my mom trying to see what I doing that got me so focused 💀💀💀

Thank God she doesn’t undestand English otherwise I’d have killed myself in embarrasment and you’d never see the rest of this story

The Death Of Peace Of Mind - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

This story was a request by an anon, and I hope I made justice to their imagination.

Warnings: Lots and lots of smut as always, masturbation, oral (both receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie, aftercare, Noah’s chain living rent free in my mind.

Once again: english is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

Tag request: @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning

WC: 2.8K

Final reminders: requests are open with Noah, but they may have an expiration date because I tend to have writer’s block with people I see in real life (that happened back in my teenage years with Anthony Kiedis and last year with Till Lindemann), so since I’m seeing Bad Omens this October, my stories with Noah might come to an end after this date, so if you have anything in mind, feel free to contact me, I’m all ears!!!

Please, if you enjoy it, don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!!

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You missed him.

You texted each other daily, but you missed waking up to his beautiful voice singing random songs around the house, ordering take out food for anime marathon nights, fighting over ps5 games and even the bickering you had with each other on occasion.

But that’s the cost of being a world wide famous rockstar roommate.

You and Noah were friends for a few years now and even though the idea of being roommates was a temporary thing at the beginning, the dynamics between the two of you worked out so great you just settled with it, even though you already were financially stable enough to have your own place.

But honestly, that was just an excuse you kept repeating to yourself in order to deny the sparkles in your chest every time you saw him, every time you were with him or even thought about him.

You were friends and you never let those sparkles ignite inside you because you didn’t want to ruin it all and lose him.

However, being away from him for months now was driving you insane, and the fact he still had a couple of months on the road until he came back got you climbing up the walls in agony.

It took you his long absence to acknowledge that those sparks were actually a wildfire being kept under control by his presence.

And today you missed and wanted him so much you found yourself in his bedroom, rummaging through his clothes. You soon found one of his favorite hoodies to wear while home and put it on immediately, reveling in the smell of his cologne that lingered.

You studied his bed covered by a dark comforter and you couldn’t help but to wonder what is it like to have him there, unholy thoughts taking over your mind in record speed as you got all hot and bothered only by contemplating his bed and all the ways you’d crave for him to have you there.

You sprawled on his bed and a wicked idea came into your head as heat pooled between your legs.

Your hand found its way down your center while Noah’s image painted itself in your head. The first touch, despite being delicate, followed by a wave of pleasure spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

You closed your eyes and from there on, in your mind he was there with you. Those were his fingers instead of yours.

You imagined the way his thin nose would run up your neck before he kissed and nipped on it, the sinful ways his slender tattooed fingers would explore the curves on their way up your body until he wrapped them around your neck, choking you as he bottomed you out looking in your eyes.

Those thoughts alone were enough to make your fingers work harder on your nerve bud as your other hand squeezed one of your boobs from underneath his hoodie, his name leaving your lips in lascive whimpers as you got dangerously close to your orgasm in record speed, your hips shamelessly moving in sync with your hands for an extra shot of pleasure.

You were so concentrated and so close to your climax you didn’t hear the front door opening downstairs, nor the steps coming up the stairs and then halting by the bedroom door at the sight of you.

Noah, who’d came home earlier during a few days break to surprise you, was hypnotized not only by watching you fuck yourself off, but also by the way his name slipped out of your lips in filthy moans, and his pants seemed to get incredibly tight in matter of seconds.

He couldn’t help but to palm himself over his dark jeans, while he leant his other arm on the door jamb to get more comfortable to watch that show in front of him, his eyes switching from your lips chanting his name, to your hand on your breasts underneath his hoodie and to the hand inside your shorts, dying take them off and bury himself deep in you, to get coated in your slick, to feel you clenching around him.

He wanted to join you. He wanted you.

So when he realized you were a few strokes away from your orgasm, he cleared his throat to make his presence known, making you jump as you covered yourself, mortified that you’d been caught by him, your whole face burning in shame as you dropped your gaze, unable to take the smallest look at his reaction.

“I’m so sorry” Your apology came out as a whisper.

“I’m not” He licked his lips causing you to throb.

Noah closed the door behind himself and stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed as he raked his eyes over your figure. He’d never looked at you like that, at least you’d never noticed, but at that very moment you were sure he also wanted you to be more than just his friend.

Still you decided to play dumb, you never thought you’d reach that point with him and now that he’d already caught you hands on, you wanted to see what he would do next.

“I’m so sorry, Noah, I shouldn’t have come to your room like that I…” He cut you off.

“You’re really sorry?”

“Yes”

“Then show me”

His words went straight to your core and your heart was beating so fast you thought you’d collapse in front of him.

“How?”

“Come here”

He motioned with his hand as you crawled on the bed towards him, his tall frame towering over you as you sat on your knees before him.

He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your lips, tugging on your lower lip, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you lick the pad of his thumb, twirling your tongue around it as he pushed his finger inside your mouth.

“I always knew you’d look good in my bed”

His confession made your blood run faster through your veins as he brought your head closer to his body, making you bend forwards as his fingers slid to the back of your head, entangling in your hair, your mouth now only inches away from the very evident bulge inside his pants.

Your hands went straight to his waistband, hooking your fingers on it as your eyes asked silently for his permission, which came with a reassuring nod in less than a second.

You pulled his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his very hard manhood right in front of your face, and knowing that he felt the same way towards you got you eager to show him how much you wanted him, how much you fantasized about him, how much you craved for him.

You flattened your tongue on the base of his underside, running it slowly all the way to his tip, twirling your tongue around it just like you’d done with his finger, making him let out a gasp as you kept on teasing his tip.

One of your hands moved up his thigh towards his shaft, holding onto its base as your lips wrapped around his tip and you started to bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks every time on their way back as your hand stroked the parts your mouth couldn’t fit in just yet.

But you’d make him fit.

Noah gritted his teeth when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again as you fought your gag reflex, so hot by his reactions and by him getting close to his climax, twitching against your tongue, you just didn’t care.

When you were about to pull out a bit for some air, Noah kept you in place and thrust his hip forwards, going so deep your nose touched his pubic zone as he fucked your face. Despite being overwhelmed by the rhythm and the depth he was reaching, you couldn’t help but to squeeze your thighs together desperate for some friction as you almost came by how erotic having him fucking your face was.

“I’m… Fuck…” Noah tried to pull out as he was clearly at his limit, but this time you were the one to keep him in.

“In my mouth please” You whimpered against his cock.

Your plea along with your hollowed cheeks was enough for him to buck his hips and spill in your tongue and down your throat in hot spurts, the moan coming from his lips in such a sinful tone got you aching between your legs.

You swallowed every drop of his spent and then wiped away the saliva on the corner of your lips as he watched you mesmerized with glazed eyes.

“Take off your clothes” He commanded, still a bit breathless, while he finished stripping off of his own, the sight of his tattoo covered body in front of you made your mouth go dry as he kneeled on the bed before you, leading you to lay down as he appreciated the view.

Noah spread your legs open and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening slick running down your folds and wetting his bed.

“You always get this wet thinking about me when I’m gone baby?”

Your cheeks burned and all you could do was nod as he now hovered over you, lips so close to yours you could already feel them. Even after having him deep in your throat and swallowing his load you felt shy, and he knew that, he knew you so well you couldn’t hide any emotions from him.

“Would it help if I told you I’ve been dreaming about you like this for a very good while?”

He peppered kisses from your jaw to your neck, sending shivers through your skin as you closed your eyes and revelled in the feel of his soft lips against such a sensitive area.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve got hard just with the thought of you” He nipped on your chin and your eyes met again “Why do you think I came home earlier? I just couldn’t stay another second away from my girl”

His lips claimed yours in a breathtaking kiss, his tongue danced against yours erotically, eagerly, as if he was trying to make up for the time lost, as if he wanted to show you through that kiss how much he wanted and desired you.

“Fuck, Noah…” Your mind was foggy, you couldn’t process if his revelations were real or if you were having another wet dream with him.

“I will, but not yet”

He nibbled on your lower lip and traveled down your body, his tongue teasing and his teeth grazing and swirling over your nipples languidly on his way down before he settled himself between your legs, eyes trained on your dripping pussy.

“I need to finish what you started first”

Noah wasted no time on burying his face in you, his tongue expertly eating you out and collecting all of your arousal before he focused on your swollen clit, swirling hard circles on it, making you claw the sheets and moan out his name as he’d found your most sensitive spot in matter of seconds.

Never letting up on the work with his tongue and lips, he slid a finger inside you, immediately going for that magic spongy spot and how quick he found it made you gasp with the added wave of pleasure, the knot on your lower stomach ready to snap at any moment at that pace.

Once he realized he got you where he wanted, Noah added a second finger inside you and placed his free hand between your hip bones and below your navel, pressing down on it as he intensified both the work with his tongue and fingers, making you arch your back upwards and cry out in pleasure with a new found kind of pleasure bubbling up inside.

It all felt too much, too strong, too intense, the way his mouth and his fingers worked on you, along with the pressure on your lower belly made you snap in a way you never did before, your body trembling hard as electric shocks ran through your veins as you, completely overwhelmed by pleasure, felt yourself, for the first time in your life, squirt from such an intense experience.

The sight of him between your legs, all disheveled, face wet with your fluids and blissed out expression on his face almost made you cum again.

“How did you just do that?” You asked flabbergasted and he hovered over you again and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“You’d never had it before?” He asked amused and proud of himself.

“No”

“Better get used to it then”

You shivered at his promise and kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands entangling your fingers in his dark locks as the other ran down his back, feeling his muscles flexing as he settled himself between your legs, feeling him hard again as he rubbed against you, coating himself in your arousal, earning small cries out of you due to how sensitive you still were.

His hands traveled over your body, from your legs around his hips, through your breasts to the back of your head as he devoured you in a breathtaking kiss.

The way he ground against you, skipping your opening every time on purpose just to tease you, got you clawing on his back in impatience as you moved your hips trying to meet him.

“Noah please” You breathed out, desperate to feel him inside you.

“On one condition” He lined his tip against your entrance “Eyes on me. Understand?”

“Yes, please pl…” Your pleading was interrupted by a loud gasp from your lungs as he finally pushed in, a low grunt coming from his lips as he sank himself inside you, your thigh walls making him grit his teeth as bottomed you out slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck”

He mumbled as he started to thrust his hips, hard and steady, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and pushing himself all the way in every time making you roll your eyes back with each slam.

“Eyes. On. Me” He commanded as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him as he intensified his movements and sped up his pace, turning you into a moaning mess under him as he claimed you with every thrust.

To watch him there, on top of you, the chain around his neck dangling over your face as he fucked you raw, plus the feeling of his cock rubbing all the right places inside you got you climbing to the top of the mountain of ecstasy for your next free fall.

Even your best dreams didn’t come close to how amazing he felt in reality, and that realization got you seeing stars as each pound.

Feeling the way your walls clenched around him, Noah stood up straight sitting on his knees and pulled you closer, putting your calves on his chest and shoulders as he held you against him with your thighs on his abs as he kept slamming himself in you, the new position and the new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure as he now set a frantic pace.

You tried helplessly to hold onto the headboard but it was no use when shockwaves spread over your veins again and your body started to quiver against him as the tight knot on your stomach snapped violently, sending you over the edge as you moaned out his name in pure bliss, the feel of your climax against himself making him cum with you, the way he twitched inside you emptying himself out in long hot spurts taking your high to another level at how erotic and sensual it all felt.

Seeing Noah before you, cheeks red, hair strands damp in sweat as he pulled out of you and watched his cum running out of you with a grin on his face almost had you ready for another round as you, exhausted, admired him with raw passion in your eyes after everything you’d just done.

He bent down to kiss you tenderly before he got out of the bed to his bathroom, coming back for you moments later with a towel in his hands, cleaning you as he peppered small kisses randomly over you, cherishing every bit of you while he finally got you clean.

He snuggled up in the bed by your side and pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead as he held you tightly against his chest.

“You have know idea how long I’ve been dreaming about you like this here with me” He confessed lovingly, running his fingers up and down your arms.

“Bet you weren’t expecting such a welcome party when you decided to come home earlier” You joked, loving the way his laughter rumbled from his chest against your head.

“If I knew it I’d come home sooner” He breathed out in tiredness “I have something I need to ask you”

“What?” You questioned back, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Come with me for the rest of the tour?”

Just fluffy ;))))

Got it, I’ll work on it 😉

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 8 (+18)

(The gif above does not belong to me, all credits belong to its owner)

Summary:

They were childhood rivals who hadn’t spoken in years, until a wedding reunion throws them back into each other’s orbit. With tension simmering beneath every glance, one weekend turns into a series of unexpected moments, sharp words, and almosts that linger long after the party ends. But when fate keeps bringing them back together, the line between hate and something far more irresistible begins to blur.

Author’s note:

Heeyy dears!!! I’m finally back from making one of my dreams come true and, as promised, here’s the continuation of the story!!!

I wrote this next part entirely listening to “Dangerous” by Sleep Token because it fits so much in my head, so if you want to listen to something while reading, this is my suggestion for you.

I hope you like this next part, I tried to bring up his perspective like @a-differentbrandof-beans suggested (thank you so much, beautiful)...

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

If you enjoy this, please let me know your thoughts and suggestions, your feedback is precious for me 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Tags: @malenoradgn @muchwita @witchofozz @wiseyouthinfluencer @a-differentbrandof-beans @laniirackssss

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Y/N blinked into the soft morning light streaming through unfamiliar curtains, as she laid naked and half-covered by a black duvet she didn’t recognize. The only thing familiar was his smell, clinging to the pillow, the sheets and the still warm imprint of where he’d slept beside her.

She sat up slowly, the duvet tugged over her chest, and immediately felt it, the soreness between her legs as her body reminded her of the night before even if her mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Last night was… Well, she couldn’t think of a word strong enough to describe it, but it was like she could still feel it, her body tingling with the memory of all the places he’d touched her, all the places he’d been in her.

Their so-called truce should’ve never gone that far. 

What the hell had she done?

But she knew exactly what she’d done. What they’d done. Over and over again. Bent over the couch, pinned against the wall, in his bed.

She was supposed to hate him, to despise him. That was always the whole point. Hating him was easy and made sense.

But as much as she hated to admit, he had fucked it out of her. And now, she was in trouble.

It wasn’t just a wild night of sex, she knew that. She’d had those before and none got slightly close to the turmoil Eric had stirred inside her.

Fuck. She wanted more. She craved for more.

Her gaze drifted around his bedroom. It was tidier than she’d expected but it did match his annoying personality.

She rubbed at her temple as she tried to process her thoughts. This wasn’t who she was, she needed to get up, get dressed and leave, that’s all. She’d done that before, no big deal.

But still, her body didn’t move.

Not until the sound of water running reached her ears from across the room. The door was slightly open, he was in the shower.

A flicker of memory surfaced, their small feud back at the lake house and how mad she was at him at that moment.

A small smile tugged at her lips and without fully thinking her legs carried her out of bed, one quiet step after another towards the bathroom.

She opened the door slowly, warm steam fogging her vision and the mirror on her left as she narrowed her eyes to catch a glimpse of him, his back turned to her, head bowed under the water spray as he just let it run over his body. 

Eric seemed to be so deep in thought he didn’t hear her getting close, not even opening the glass door to join him.

He was too busy trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to let her go now.

He’d spent years pretending this thing with Y/N wasn’t real. Since high school, he’d written it off as boredom, as a way to kill time. Teasing her, provoking her, pushing every button she had just to get a reaction out of her.

He’d told himself it was a game. That the way his heart kicked whenever she snapped back at him, whenever she rolled her eyes or smirked like she had him figured out, that it didn’t mean anything.

But even then, he’d known better.

There’d always been a spark in her eyes that didn’t quite match the hate in her voice. And maybe that was what kept him hooked. Delusional or not, he saw something there.

As life happened and they followed their own paths, he convinced himself she was just a weird high school obsession.

But that was before the wedding.

Before she waltzed back into his life like a knife twisting in his chest. 

She still had the same smile, the same sassiness in her eyes, and still blushed every time he stole a glance. She was still the same, and yet entirely new.

She was a woman now. A fucking gorgeous one.

And suddenly it wasn’t a high school obsession anymore. It was worse, deeper. She’d carved herself into the space behind his ribs without even trying.

He’d barely slept for weeks after that night and their weekend together at the lake house. He kept replaying every second of her, how she looked, how she smiled, how she flushed every time she caught him watching her, how she failed to pretend he didn’t also affect her somehow.

He told himself it was just a phase. Just nostalgia. 

But then he saw her again at that bar, with a date.

And it was like something primal had taken over: rage, jealousy, possessiveness. He didn’t even see the girl on his own arm anymore. All he could see was Y/N with someone else. Laughing at someone else’s jokes. 

And now, after everything, after last night, after finally touching and tasting and feeling everything he’d dreamed about for years, he was frozen.

Because he didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. He didn’t want it to be just a one-night-only truce. He wanted more. But wanting her the way he did meant cracking himself wide open. It meant giving her the power to destroy him. 

And that scared the shit out of him.

Eric had never felt anything like this before. Not even close. And now he was lost, completely and helplessly lost, like a ship in thick fog, chasing the faint glow of a lighthouse he wasn’t sure he deserved to reach.

He exhaled, chest tight under the stream of hot water, letting it pound against the back of his neck like it could wash away the mess in his head. He didn’t hear the door behind him open. Didn’t register the shift in air or the extra steam curling around him.

Not until he felt the warmth of her body pressing against his back, the soft brush of her hands running over his abs as she hugged him from behind.

His breath caught and suddenly all that noise in his head, the panic, the doubts, the what-the-fuck-am-I-doing, just stopped. She was here, with him, it wasn’t just a dream.

He spun around. His hands immediately found the curve of her waist and her arms snaked around his neck. She tilted her chin up and he met her halfway, crashing his mouth against hers with a hunger that hadn't cooled overnight. It was messy and deep, all tongue and heat, her lips parting easily beneath his as he pulled her impossibly closer.

His fingers dug into her waist, and her nails grazed the back of his neck, sending a tremor straight through him. There was no space left between them, just wet skin and steam and the electric pulse oozing out of them.

He kissed her like he was drowning in her. Like the only way to breathe was to taste every inch of her.

When she finally pulled back, lips red and kiss-swollen, she whispered against his lips:

“I hope our truce isn’t over yet.”

And he could only hope she didn’t feel the way his heart skipped a beat.

He couldn’t speak at first. All he did was stare at her, into her eyes that still held that sharp fire, now softened by steam and sleep, into the gentle flush on her cheeks, the way her wet lashes clung together, the faintest smile tugging at her lips.

“Not a chance,” he finally said, voice rough.

He kissed her again, but slower this time. Less desperation, more passion. He trailed his mouth down her jaw, over her neck, letting his hands roam over her slick, perfect body as he pressed her gently against the shower wall.

She sighed into his mouth, her fingers sliding into his damp hair, tugging lightly, grounding him even as he felt himself slipping, losing all sense of reason where she was concerned.

He wanted her again. God, he was already so hard for her again.

His hand slid down between them, between her thighs, fingers brushing lightly against her heat, until she hissed softly, her reaction making him stop and pull back an inch.

Her eyes fluttered open, brows drawing slightly together even as she tried to pull him closer again.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured, voice thick with want, her hips rolling subtly into his hand despite the wince.

But he shook his head gently, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“You’re sore,” he said softly, lips brushing her skin. “I don’t wanna hurt you just to have more of you. I can wait.”

He pulled her into his arms instead, resting his forehead against hers again, letting the water wash over them both.

Because as much as he wanted her, he realized now that having her meant a lot more than just taking. They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the hot water cascade over their bodies.

Eric dipped his head to press a kiss to her temple, then reached for the small bottle of shampoo on the ledge. Without a word, he gently nudged her back a little and tipped her chin up so the water could dampen her hair. She looked at him, soft and curious, but didn’t resist, just let him take care of her.

His fingers threaded into her scalp, slow and tender, massaging the suds into her hair like she was something breakable. Like she deserved to be worshipped, not just desired.

Y/N closed her eyes with a small sigh, leaning into his touch, and he watched her, the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the faint smile playing on her lips. He’d never done this before. Not like this. Not for anyone. And definitely not without an ulterior motive.

But this wasn’t about seduction. This was just… Her.

Eventually, he kissed her again, soft and unhurried, and whispered, “I’ll get out first. Let you finish. Take how long you want and use whatever you want.”

She gave a small nod, lips still pink and wet from his, eyes barely open and a soft blush tinting her cheeks.

Eric stepped out of the shower, running a hand through his damp hair as he reached for a towel. He dried off quickly, his mind still buzzing with everything she made him feel, the quiet ache of wanting to hold onto whatever this was for a little longer.

It was too good. Terrifyingly good.

As he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and padded barefoot into the kitchen, his phone buzzed from the counter. He glanced at the screen.

Liam (2) missed calls. Incoming.

He sighed and answered, even though something in his gut warned him not to.

“Took you long enough!” his brother’s voice crackled through the speaker, light and teasing, yanking him out of the soft fog he was still wrapped in from the shower.

“I was busy.” Eric muttered, already regretting picking up.

“Damn. You sound like shit. Rough night or good night?” Liam laughed.

Eric smirked automatically, muscle memory taking over like a reflex. His guard snapping back up before his mind could catch up with what his heart was still feeling. “What do you think?”

“Ohhh.” Liam’s tone turned playful. “So who’s this? Anyone I know?”

And then it happened. That familiar, awful instinct. The old armor sliding back into place. The default setting, the one that kept everyone out, the one that told him to minimize, deflect, hide. The one that didn’t let anyone in, that couldn’t let anyone know she means something.

He leaned against the counter, voice cold and easy. “No one important. Just another hook-up.”

Silence. Even Liam didn’t laugh this time, he could sense his brother’s uneasiness through the phone. 

“Are you sure?” his brother asked carefully, like he could hear the lie in his tone. Like he already knew.

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Because that’s when he turned and saw her, standing frozen in the doorway, hair damp, wrapped in one of his towels. And she’d heard every word.

Her eyes weren’t wide with shock or narrowed with anger. They were blank.

Completely, terrifyingly blank, and that gutted him more than if she’d screamed.

Like something had snapped clean inside her. Like he’d finally managed to cut whatever thread had been holding her close, whatever fragile, unexpected connection had started to form between them in the last twelve hours.

“Shit,” he muttered, lowering the phone, voice hollow now. “Wait, Y/N, it’s not what…”

But she was already moving fast, like touching the floor burned her feet.

She yanked the towel off her head and began grabbing her clothes, the skirt crumpled on the floor next to her heels, her inside-out top on the counter. She moved like she couldn’t get out of his space fast enough.

Eric started towards her, heart punching against his ribs, but stopped cold when she finally looked at him.

There was no fire in her eyes. No anger. No witty jab.

Just hurt. Raw, unfiltered hurt.

And it was the worst fucking thing he’d ever seen.

She slipped her skirt on and the top over her head before she bent to grab her shoes.

“Y/N…” he tried again, but she straightened, stopping him in his tracks.

“Thanks for the reminder,” she said, voice low but steady. “I almost forgot who you really were.”

Eric flinched like she’d hit him, but she wasn’t done. She slipped her heels on, ran a hand through her damp hair, and looked at him one last time.

“You know…” she added, her voice cracking just slightly at the edges, “you almost had me.”

A bitter smile curved on her lips, the kind people wear when they’re trying to keep themselves from falling apart.

“Almost.”

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 4

(The gif above does not belong to me, all credits belong to its owner)

Summary:

They were childhood rivals who hadn’t spoken in years, until a wedding reunion throws them back into each other’s orbit. With tension simmering beneath every glance, one weekend turns into a series of unexpected moments, sharp words, and almosts that linger long after the party ends. But when fate keeps bringing them back together, the line between hate and something far more irresistible begins to blur.

Author’s note:

Two posts in a day, that’s a record for me! I hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think it’s happening between them, I’ll see you in the next one!!

Tags: @malenoradgn @muchwita @a-differentbrandof-beans

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Disclaimers:

As the story progresses I’ll let you know if the chapters have any sensitive topics beforehand.

This story will have smut scenes in the future, but you’ll be warned!

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

End of Author’s note.

His lips were softer than she’d imagined, warm and impossibly slow at first, like he was learning her mouth one breath at a time. The moment she kissed him, the rest of the world blurred. Nothing else mattered except the taste of him and the way one of his hands slid into her hair pulling her closer.

His other hand slid from her waist to her lower back, pulling her under him with both tenderness and possession that made her breath catch. The mattress shifted, creaked beneath the slow, deliberate press of his body on top of hers.

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger she’d never imagined he’d show her. Not like this. Not to her. She gasped into the kiss, and he swallowed the sound, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to feel her soft skin under his touch. Her legs parted, welcoming the weight of him between them, and his hips sank lower, grinding slowly into hers like he wanted to give her a small taste of how he’d do it.

She moaned at the feeling of his bulge against her core and he kissed her harder. His teeth grazed her bottom lip. She arched beneath him, fingers twisting into his hair as the kiss turned desperate, messy, real. Way too real.

“Y/N.” 

Eric’s voice was distant, but then when he called her again it got clearer.

“Y/N.”

Her eyes snapped open and reality crashed over her. The room was still, quiet, lightly illuminated by the first shy rays of sun coming from behind the curtains. Her pulse thundered in her ears. Her chest rose and fell too fast.

She turned her head and found him there. Propped up on one elbow beside her. His green eyes were filled with concern and his free hand rested on her waist just like in the beginning of her dream.

“You okay?” Eric whispered lowly, voice hoarse with sleep.

“W-what? Why?” Was all she could muster as she too was trying to understand what was real and what wasn’t.

“You were calling my name,” he said, voice lower now, gentle. “Kinda like… you were out of breath.”

She blinked and her eyes widened. Her lips still tingled and she could feel her cheeks getting beet-red at the realization that she was having a wet dream with Eric, and to make things even worse, she was calling for him in real life.

She tried to answer, but the words stuck somewhere between her chest and throat.

He watched her for a beat, brows drawing together. “Nightmare?”

No, she thought. Worse. She gave a small shake of her head and tugged at her blanket at the same time she squeezed her legs together, trying - and failing - to dull the ache between them. “No. Just… Weird dream.”

Eric was way too sleepy to read deeper into the situation, so he just gave up on pushing any further and laid back down, getting ready to sleep again.

Y/N laid frozen under the covers long after Eric’s breathing slowed again beside her.

The dream clung to her like smoke, curling into the corners of her mind no matter how hard she tried to shake it. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel the weight of him, the heat between their bodies, the way he kissed her like he wanted to devour her.

And god, at that very moment she wanted to be devoured by him.

The rest of the weekend blurred in a mess. She tried to act normal, or whatever that meant, but something had changed. In the way she didn’t get angry anymore when she caught him looking at her, in the way she now wanted to be seen by him and, specially, in the way she now waited eagerly for their next argument just to have him making a sassy, flirty remark towards her.

She was turning into what she swore, since high school, she’d never become: one of those Eric obsessed girls, and she hated herself when she realized that.

She’d laugh too loudly when someone else made a joke, just to fill the tension.

That dream made something shift inside of her. She was always aware that Eric affected her somehow, and she always thought it was some kind of negative and hurtful way, until that very fucking dream.

Now, she wasn’t so sure. 

And the worst part? He hadn’t changed. Not really. He was still cocky, infuriating, annoyingly charming. He still knew exactly how to push her buttons and smirk when she snapped back. But somewhere between their silent stares and the tight corners of shared space, something else had started to simmer.

Or maybe it had always been there. Maybe the hate was just smoke and this was the fire.

On the last morning, she packed her things in silence. Eric was in the kitchen with the others, half-listening to a story someone was telling, coffee mug in hand, hair still a mess from sleep. He laughed at something, and the sound twisted something low in her stomach. God, she hated him. She hated how good he looked when he was relaxed like that, completely unaware of the chaos he left behind in her head.

She said her goodbyes, lingering with Alex since it would be the last time in a long time they’d see each other, and then jumped into her car, eager to get away from that house, from him and the dream that still haunted her.

By the time she pulled into her apartment’s garage, she felt like she’d been holding her breath the whole way back.

She threw her bag in the corner of the room and collapsed onto her bed without changing. The sheets were cold. Nothing like the heat of that shared bed, or the ghost of a touch, or the promise of a kiss that had only existed in her mind, but felt more real than anything she’d known in a long time.

She must have been ovulating. It was the only plausible reason for her hyperfixation. The ovulation period did wonders to a woman’s mind and dignity so once it was gone she’d go back to normal, to despising his existence.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

But later that night, when she stepped out of the shower, hair dripping, skin flushed and warm, she caught herself doing another thing she swore she wouldn’t.

She checked her phone.

No messages. No missed calls. No Eric.

She didn’t even have his number and he didn’t have hers, so it was obviously an impossible scenario.

Still, her fingers hovered over her screen like she expected something to appear. Something impulsive. Like did you sleep better without me? Or next time, try not to moan my name so loud when you dream about me.

She dropped the phone face-down on the bed, cursed under her breath. This wasn’t her. She didn’t dream about boys who used to make her life hell. She didn’t want them to do it all over again.

And yet, when she closed her eyes that night, he was already there, behind her eyelids, waiting for her in her sheets, marking her skin.