so yeah some of the caps were really shit quality and i did the best that i could for this set

Stay or Go

Request: Can you write an imagine about a 5'6 curvy but toned (hourglass shape) dark-skinned African-American woman that works with Tony (not an Avengers) and is good friends with Bucky or Steve. She also has feelings for either one but think he only sees her as a friend but actually he’s in love with her but doesn’t think she’ll date him because he’s white.

Tony danced around the lab like an idiot, while you continued with the schematics for a new weapon to put on Tony’s suit. Any other day you might have joined in. His music taste wasn’t all bad, every now and again he’d surprise you with very old music that you liked, usually from your parents playing it around the house. However, today you were gripped by this unexplainable need to finish the schematic you’d been working on for a new defense mechanism for Tony’s suit. You could call it a stroke of genius inspiration, and you had to get it done before the inspiration left. Tony may have been a bit flamboyant today but he did not get in the way of your work.

“Tony, what the hell?!” A new voice yelled, you jumped a bit and looked up to see who was yelling. It was Steve, you looked over at Tony suspiciously wondering what he had done to piss of Captain America. Tony shrugged as the two of you made eye contact.

“What did I do this time?” Tony asked nonchalantly. You found it amazing how calm he could be when a very annoyed super soldier was stalking into the office.

“If you thought the fire crackers in a pot gag was funny, think again,” he growled. You gave Tony a look of pure incredulity. Why would he do that?

“It was as good a wake up call as any,” Tony said, his voice skipping up a few octaves as he became defensive. He was more or less pleading his case to you.

“I’m so sorry about him, Stevie. I should have known that if he wasn’t bothering me he would bother you. Are you guys alright? How’s Bucky?” you asked, setting your pen down and accepting that you were going to have to take a break. Steve stopped glaring at Tony long enough to look at you and answer.

“He’s fine now, but if Tony had even a bit of sense-”

“It seemed like something familiar for him to wake up to,” Tony interrupted. He was being an asshole and you fully intended to give him a piece of your mind once Steve left.

“We both know sometimes Tony is lacking in the sense department. I’ll handle Tony, you get back to Bucky. I’ll visit this evening.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Steve sighed, then shot one more glare at Tony for good measure. You watched Steve leave then you turned your glare to Tony. He was reclining in a desk chair, throwing popcorn in the air and catching it in his mouth.

“You are such an asshole, you know that?” you tried to keep from yelling at him, but he could just be so annoying and selfish.

“I am aware of that, yes,” he responded.

“I get that you don’t like Bucky, and that’s fine, but do you have to antagonize him?”

“Well given that he-”

“Oh stop it! We both know the story. You know he was brainwashed to do those things. Bucky shouldn’t be HYDRA’s scapegoat!” you argued.

“If it wasn’t for him, my parents would still be alive. If you ask me I’d say I’m going easy on him.”

“Tony, I am your friend but I have to call you out on your bull shit. What you’re doing is wrong. I know you’ve got your own problems that you’re trying to work through but vengeance is a double edged sword, and it’ll cut you too.”

“Ugh, I hated when you talk in riddles,” he threw his head back, as if  exhausted.

“Well if karma doesn’t kick your ass, Steve will. First you won’t allow Bucky to go home with his best friend because you want to ‘keep an eye on him’ then while he’s here you torture the poor man. Steve has started fights for less Tony, and with all due love and respect, without your suit you ain’t got shit on Captain America. And if Cap fights then Sam and Bucky fight, and do you want another civil war?”

“I think you’re just mad because I’m toying with your crush,” Tony grinned.

Without thinking you threw the nearest object at him. It was a little piece titanium that hit him right in the arm.

“Ow, dammit,” he complained rubbing his arm, “Fine I’ll go easy on your boyfriend.”

“You’ll let him go live with Steve.”

“Well if I do that then you’ll never see him,” Tony pointed out. You looked around for something else to throw at him but the things at your desk were either needed materials or simply too big to just chuck at Tony.

“That doesn’t matter, Tony. It’s not like he likes me anyway, so how about you let him and Cap go on their merry way,” you said dejectedly.

“So you can just keep being the supportive friend?”

“You don’t even like Bucky why are you suddenly trying to be a matchmaker?”

“Because I like you, and you are too damned cute to look that sad about some guy. Especially Bucky. He’s like 90, he’d be a damned idiot not to want you. You could do sooo much better though.”  

“Duly noted, but I still would like it if you didn’t hold Bucky hostage here. He’s obviously not happy.”

“If that’s what you really want,” Tony sighed getting up from his chair, “I’ll deliver the news now.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled.

Steve sat on the sofa in Bucky’s room, recalling the events of his talk with Tony, “I think Y/N is giving him what for. She has away of twisting his arm and getting her way.”

“Yeah, she’s something else,”Bucky said fondly. Steve looked over at him with his lips pursed. Only a fool would miss how crazy Bucky was about Y/N. Just the mention of your name could bring a smile to his face. You and Steve became friends shortly after the battle of New York. You worked in tech, fixing his equipment, and the rest of the teams after the battle. He had come to like you instantaneously. Anybody who could make Tony Stark shut up was someone he could be friends with. That being said, if his best friend was going to try and date anyone he didn’t mind that it was you.

“She’s really great Buck, and super nice,” Steve began, obviously talking you up in hopes of actually making Bucky do more than befriend you. You and Bucky became easy friends through Steve, you had a good sense of humor and it made Bucky laugh when he didn’t even feel like smiling.

“Steve, I know what you’re doing. And you don’t have to sell her good qualities to me, I already know she’s great. She isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is? If you know that she’s great then you know that she’s not going to be available forever. Her career might take her away, somebody  might come along, see how great she is and make a move.”

“Then that someone should, they’d probably be better for her… and more her type.”

“What does that mean, Buck?” Steve asked in an exasperated tone.

“Well she’s…”

“African American? Buck, you never had a problem with African American’s not even in the forties, so what the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t have a problem with her being African American, her skin is beautiful it’s like all the things good in this world put into the richest color.”

“Well alright Hemingway, if it’s not her race then what’s holding you back?”

She might have a problem with me being white. I mean historically speaking, she would have a little bit of a right to it,”he said with a forlorn sigh.

“I highly doubt that Bucky. She’s our friend, it would be a little counterintuitive for her to be so close to us and harbor ill feelings towards us.”

“Being friends and being romantically involved are two very different things.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” Steve countered, “Worst case scenario she say no and we all continue to be friends.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is-” A knock on the door interrupted Steve’s sentence. Steve looked towards the door confused as to who it could be. He opened the door and immediately frowned as he saw Tony standing there.

“What do you want?” Steve asked.

“I’d like to talk to you in private for a while. Without the murder-sicle listening in.”

Steve rolled his eyes but stepped out and closed the door. Tony walked away from the door and down the hall.

“Listen,” Tony began in hushed voice, “Y/N has convinced me to let you and your friend skip off into the sunset.”

“Really?” Steve asked skeptically.

“She’s got a good heart and she’s good at persuading me, but there’s a small problem.”

“And what’s that?” Steve figured there was catch it seemed too easy for him to just let them be.

“It’s Y/N, I know you guys are all friends or whatever, but she’s crazy about Bucky. I’m pretty sure sometimes I catch her writing his name with hearts around it on her data. It’s sickening, and kind of sad really,” Tony said more to himself, “If you guys go then she won’t see Bucky anymore and she’ll probably start listening to Unbreak My Heart and crying and I can’t see her like that.”

“…I’ll just let Bucky decide what he wants to do,” Steve said after a moment.

“I know Bucky is into her. I don’t care how scrambled your brains are you’d have to be blind and dumb not to like her. So tell him to stop being a coward and just ask her on a date,” Tony’s tone was exasperated.

“Great, thanks Tony,” Steve’s tone was largely just annoyed now, but Tony did have a point and there was really only one thing to do. Tony went back the way he came, hands shoved in his pockets. Steve went back inside to deliver the news. Bucky looked at him expectantly, wondering what layer of torture Tony was adding now.

“What is it?” Bucky asked when Steve didn’t start talking immediately.

“Tony’s letting you go, says you can come live with me if you want to.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise he had not been expecting that, “What? Really?”

“Yeah… if you want to we can go off to DC… but you probably won’t see Y/N again.”

“Well, like you said she’ll find somebody,” he tried to shrug and be nonchalant.

“Well… you could ask her now…before you leave. And if she says no, which I highly doubt she will, then you’re leaving anyway.”

“What if she says yes?”

“Well… I’ve been looking at places in Brooklyn,” Steve shrugged.

“Fine. What’s the worst that could happen.”

You sat tinkering with program you were looking at. It was the final piece for today’s inspiration. Tony was sitting in his chair again, tossing a ball in the air. He was being tolerable again, and for that you were grateful. You sighed, trying not to think about the fact that Bucky would surely leave and that would be it. Just as the thought began to pull at your heart strings there was a knock on the glass doors of the lab. Both you and Tony looked at the door, startled by the noise. It was Bucky, he looked as beautiful as always. He pointed at you and then curled his finger as if to say, “come here.” You got up and as you walked past Tony he hit you in the butt with a stack of papers.

“Hey, don’t chicken out. Tell him.”

“What? No,” you stopped looking back at him.

“Look at you. Look at yourself, you are gorgeous. Make your ego bigger than your ass.”

“Ha ha,” you rolled your eyes and continued out, “What’s up?” you asked being sure the door closed behind her.

“…Tony has finally decided to let me go off with Steve.”

“Yeah, you must be excited,” you said trying to muster up some kind of mirth to be in your tone. You knew you should be happy; this was going to make HIM happy. However, he didn’t look happy. He looked down at his hands then at you, his eyes tracing up the curves of your body, lingering where your waist pulled in, before they skipped up to meet your eyes.

“I just… I am…”


“But, if I leave, we’ll never hangout-”

“I’m sure I can find my way up to D.C. don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I want you to be happy.”

“Well that’s the thing. If I leave we’ll never hangout…and I’ll never know what would have come of us.”

“What do you mean?” you had a good feeling about what he meant but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. It would be foolish.

“I mean, that I have to know if…if we could go on a date. I think you’re everything I’ve ever looked for in a friend and a partner and I just… Would you want to go on a date with me?”

You were frozen, you had a feeling you knew what he meant to begin with but some part of you still didn’t expect him to ask, “Bucky, if I say yes what does it matter? If I say yes, you’ll go to D.C. so…”

“If you say yes…I’ll stick around.”

“And be miserable because Tony’s being an ass I don’t think so you’ll be happy in D.C. you should go.”

“I won’t be happy, knowing you would have said yes and I chose to go.”

“I assure you there are plenty of girls in D.C. you’ll be fine,” you grumbled.

“But none of those girls are you… besides I don’t have to stay here here. I can just stay in New York.” he looked at you, trying to predict your answer from reading your emotions as they flicker across your face.

“…Yes, Bucky. I would love to go on a date with you,” you said finally, trying to stifle the smile that’s coming to your lips.


“Yes! I like you alright? I want to go on a date with you.”

He grinned and pulled you into a tight hug, you can feel the excitement radiate off of him. It’s infectious and you can’t help smiling and laughing too.

“Jesus finally!” Tony groaned.

“Shut up Tony!” you yelled.


“Dude, what are you doing?” I asked watching my roommate try to open another case of supplements.

“Uhh… It’s called bulking?” he phrased it in a sarcastic manner acting like I was stupid for even posing such a question. As though the moderately muscled ‘jock’ could possibly not know what he was doing.

“Ok?” I asked. “But what is that?”

A loud pop filled the kitchen as the cap finally came off. “It’s a weight gaining agent. I’m trying to get bigger. And this will do it.”


“I don’t fuckin know man. It’s a weight gainer. Calories. Macros. That kind of shit. Okay? It says I can be as strong as a bear. A bear! Do you know how strong those fuckers are?”


“Yeah man! Real fuckin strong.” He paused as he poured the powder into the shaker bottle. He glanced over at me watching me stifle my laugh. “You don’t know. Just shut up about it, ok? It’s my money I’m spending.”

“Didn’t say anything,” I grinned. “As long as you got enough for rent I don’t care either.”

“Good,” he glared at me while he downed his drink. The thought of me having an opinion on his bodybuilding choices always pissed him off. He’d been ‘training’ since high school to be a star. The problem was he didn’t want to study how to properly do it. Just bicep curls and bench press. Then the occasional day when he’d do squats. He focused on all the gimmicks without any of the practice. Buying whatever supplement posted the most gains or DVD set that gave the buyers perfect six pack abs. But he never did the workouts properly. So whatever gains he’d gotten were completely imaginary.

“So how’s it taste?” I was actually a little curious looking at the container. I’d not seen one like this before.

“Didn’t really have one,” he said looking past me at a bag of chips. He opened it and started eating.

“Don’t think that’s part of your diet.”

“Man… It’s a cheat day okay? Is that a good enough reason?” He said in between hand fulls. “Don’t know why you gotta be so nosy,” he continued looking around the room for more.

“Just curious,” I said moving out of his way. Looking at him again though there seemed to be something different. I couldn’t quite tell, “Did you forget to shave this morning?”

“What are you, my mom?” he grabbed at some of the chocolate cakes in the cabinets. He opened the package and downed the chocolate treat. His eyes darted around the room looking for more.

“No,” I said. “Just saying you’re looking a little different. Like are you sure you should be eating this much?” I wasn’t sure how to say it. He seemed like a man on a mission. But I couldn’t help but notice his arms seemed to be filling out. There was some actual meat on them. His shirt that he’d been ‘growing into’ since high school was actually touching skin as his body bulked up.

“It’s called bulking,” he groaned, expressing my thought. He never liked me asking me asking questions. ‘Cause he always knew the answers and I was just being annoying.’ He grabbed more food out of the cupboard. I watched as he downed another bag of treats.

“I think it’s working…” I moved out of the kitchen getting a better view. The shirt that he’d been trying to grow into was now stretching across his body. His thin, trimmed waist by genetics alone, pushed forward. Not to mention his chest that ‘was totally his best quality,’ actually looked like they had some kind of muscle behind it. It filled out into actual pecs.

He kept searching through the cabinets hoping there was still some food left. “So hungry…” he groaned. But there wasn’t any to eat. His eyes turned to me then down to my shorts. I hate to admit it but watching the scrawny asshole, who didn’t work out properly, pretty much hulk out before me turned me on. My roommate must have doubled his weight in the span of a couple of minutes and here I am ready to jack off. But he spied the clear bulge and started moving towards me.

“Woah there big guy,” I backed up into the wall. He took his chance and pulled down my shorts; his mouth already open and watering. It didn’t take long for him to get to work. Somehow an absolute pro at using his tongue. Even if I would have wanted to protest the sound of my moans would made them impossible to hear. My body braced itself against the wall as he milked my dick. My hands trying to grip something that wasn’t there. His tongue rolled up and down and over. “Oh gawd!” I bucked my hips into his face. Come shot to the back of his throat and he greedily drank it. It was so much more than I was used to. But he took it all.

“So full…” he fell back onto the floor in a sleepy haze. His body started growing again. His shirt raised up over a decent sized belly covered in hair. “So good…” he scratched the hair absentmindedly.

“I’ll say…” I echoed, wondering if there were better ways for him to pay his half of the rent.

Champagne - Jack O’Callahan

Originally posted by lovethebruins

Inspired by Champagne from In the Heights by Lin Manuel Miranda. Many of the lyrics from this lovely song which is a favorite of mine are woven into the story. If you are also a Broadway and/or ITH fan, go ahead and send me a message to chat.


“Jack?” you asked on the other side of the door to his apartment. “Jaaack? OC?”

“Here!” you heard him before he opened up the door. Your best friend since freshman year standing there in the doorway in jeans, socks, and an Aerosmith t-shirt, his long-ish blonde hair tucked covering his ears and his blue eyes shining. “I’m here. Hey. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing.” you said. “I just happened to be around and realized I needed to talk to you… And I got you a present. Had to go downtown in order to get it… Doing anything tonight or right now?”

“Oh, uh…” he said, looking behind him and back to the apartment’s living room. “Packing up and cleaning. Why?”

“Oh.” you mumbled, keeping the bag in your hand carefully hidden behind your back. “You done for the day? It’s getting kinda late.”

He smiled and shook his head. “No way. I have to leave tomorrow morning for Colorado and I’m not done yet. Set it off for a bit, I guess.”

“Oh.” you said again, looking at the ground. “Sorry, I just um… Well, I thought we could make your last night in town for a while something good. You know?”

His eyes jumped a bit. “Oh! Uh yeah. Sorry, I was just about to take a break anyways. I’ve been just sorting stuff out before putting it back. I was just packing- packing. Know what I mean? You can come in. You did go into downtown Boston in summer to get this present after all. I guess that’s what’s in the bag behind your back.”

You smiled as he stepped aside and let you in. “That actually is exactly what’s behind my back. Well…”

“Well what?”

“I figured, before you board the plane, we should celebrate a bit. And I remember the deal we made in freshman year.”

He smiled back at you. “First one to actually make something of themselves owes the other a drink.”

“Exactly.” You pulled the bag out from behind your back and opened it up. “So.. I owe you a drink. I would consider trying out for the U.S. Olympic team is a pretty big deal. Especially since I know you’re going to make it. And I figured that big sports stars drink this stuff, right? Not the best quality, but it’ll do for college kids. So, it works.”

He stared at the bottle in your hands before taking it himself and looking at it. “No way.”

“Yeah.” you grinned. “Cold champagne.”

He marveled at the thing. “Damn, (Y/N), the bottle’s all… You went and got this for me? Us? Wait, how did you get this?”

“Jack, I’m 21. I’m not a baby. And I saved up a bit more than just for average beer and bar money.” you joked. “Go ahead, Jacky. What’re you waiting for? Pop the sucker.”

“Right. I don’t know. Fuck wait, did I pack the cups? Do I have plastic ones? Wait, are the cups even clean?”

You shook your head. “No matter, Jack. I’m not a germaphobe and neither are you. Tonight, let’s drink it straight from the bottle.”

Jack smiled at you again and looked around the top, picking at the foil.

You felt a sudden bolt of courage. “Jack?”


“I…” You took a breath, “Jimmy told me what you did for me… Asking your parents to be my final reference point for my letters to grad school… Jack, that’s honestly the sweetest thing anyone outside of my family’s ever done for me.”

“It was no problem-”

“It’s a really big deal for me, though.” you blurted. “And you know that. You’ve heard me ramble about wanting to become a teacher and go to grad school and stuff since we were eighteen and scrawny freshies roaming campus like lost puppies… Is there anything I could say or do to repay you? It feels like I owe you something.”

“(Y/N), you don’t owe me anything.” he swore, still fiddling with the foil. “Well… unless you know how to get this gold shit off.”

You smiled and helped him tear off the foil from the neck of the bottle and grabbed his keys which had a bottle opener key chain on it in order to help with the cap. “There… Jack?”


“Um… Before you leave town tomorrow, do you wanna go take a walk down by the river or something? Go get breakfast?” you noticed him then struggling with the cap. “Jack, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. “ he assured. “I’m just trying to open it. The cap’s being weird and maybe an edge of it is broken, but I’m gonna open this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jack, lemme see it.”

“No, I got it.”

“No-” you sighed. “Jack, just drop it, okay?”

He looked at you with confusion before setting it down on the coffee table. “Sorry, I just… It’s been a long day.”

You shrugged. “I figured… um…”


“You oughta stay.”

You looked up to see his face, eyes squinted a little, searching your face for the possible punchline of what was maybe a joke and his head cocked a bit to the side. “What?… Uh… Very funny, (Nickname). Come on, you can tell me what’s up.”

“I’m… I’m serious.”

His shoulders dropped once he realized it wasn’t a joke. You were completely serious. “What are you talking about-”

“I’m just saying… I think maybe some things can just.. wa-”

“Wait?!” he exclaimed. “(Y/N), I can’t wait on this! This is my chance! And, (Y/N), you’re leaving too! Don’t act like it’s just me!”

You scoffed and started to get pissed. “I’m just moving a few blocks to be closer to the school! I’m not moving too far! You could take a subway! And you’re leaving the state for maybe even ever and I may never get see you again!”

“(Y/N), what are you trying to say-”

“You get everyone addicted to your charm and now you’re going to leave and go play hockey and forget about us and me and off you go!” you shouted. “Jack-”

“(Y/N), I don’t know why you’re mad at me!” he shouted back to retaliate. “I thought you were happy for me! About all of this and shit!”

“Jack, don’t you get it!?” you groaned. “I am happy! And… And.. Goddammit, I wish I was mad!”

His face softened a bit. “What? (Y/N), what?”

Your body moved before your mind could react. “Fuck it.”

And before you knew it, your lips were planted firmly on his.

Jack completely froze for the minute it happened. He was just about to have some kind of reaction until you pulled away.

His eyes looked soft and sad. “(Y/N)…”

You looked down, knowing what he meant. “I get it… I have to go, I… I’m just too late”

“(Y/N). (Y/N), wait-”

You had already marched out the door feeling heartbroken before he could finish and hurried to the elevator.


It was a couple weeks later.

You hadn’t talked to Jack at all since what happened. And he apparently didn’t want to talk about it either since he hadn’t even tried to call your house. It was probably also due to hockey camp, if he was still there, but the kiss and stuff likely also played into it.

You regretted everything. Why couldn’t you have just shut up and been normal? He’s not into you and sees you just as a friend. That’s what you should have just expected after being one of his closest friends after 4 years. It’s not like he was obligated to like you back because he just wasn’t.

Now, though? You screwed up everything. Your entire friendship was probably toast and it was going to take a miracle to fix it.

“(Y/N)!” your heard your mom call downstairs. “Sweetie, there’s a call for you!”

“Coming mom! you replied before getting up from where you’d been lying on your bed and marching downstairs to the kitchen to get the phone. “Hello?”


You were stunned to hear the male voice from the other line. “Oh.. Uh.. Hi Jack.”

“Hey. he said. “Um.. We should talk.”

“Yeah. We should.” you replied, slumping against the wall with every possible swear word you knew running through your head. “How’s the camp?”

“It’s great.” he confessed. “And I.. I made the team.”

“Really? Jack, that’s great! I knew you’d do it! I’m happy for you. I mean that.”

“Thanks, but,” he sighed, “it’s not why I called. (Y/N), we need to talk about what happened. And I don’t have a whole lot of time since I don’t want to hike your phone bill up a mile.”

Your heart dropped. “Oh. Okay.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. I… I just guess I got carried away and I’ve been so focused on making sure I make the team and that the Hawks call me up so I can start that I… I forgot other important stuff. And I’m sorry.”


“I’m sorry.” he repeated. “I miss you and I… I like you, okay? Kinda a lot and for a while. And I just want to make sure this all goes right because it means a lot to me, but so do you… (Y/N), I don’t want to do this if I don’t have your support. This is my dream, but you’re a part of it too. And I’m sorry if I didn’t hear you out and if I was a dick. I’m sorry.”

“Jack, It’s okay. You weren’t the only one who was a dick.” you assured. “And… Jack, you should always know that you have my support. Especially now. I couldn’t be prouder of you and I know you’re going to do great. I really like you too, Jacky.”


“Yeah.” you smiled. “I am and I do. I really am proud of you and I know you’ll do great. I was just afraid you’d leave me in the dust while you run off doing great things and being a pro and you’d forget. I was afraid.”

“So was I.” You could hear his smile through the other line now. “I’m not anymore, though.”

“Me either.”

“Okay.” he said before staying silent for a bit. “I gotta get going. One last question. Be mine? And do you want to go out sometime when I go back?”

You smiled. “I’d be honored.”

“Great. Thank you. I gotta go. Take care, (Nickname).”

“Bye Jacky.” you grinned before hanging up and going a small, bouncy happy dance on the kitchen tile. No one had to know that last part, though.

Mad Sounds

Request: Can you do like a prequel to the Friends With Benefits one with smut? :)

Part 1

I looked up from my book when I heard a loud knock at the door, followed by some whistling. I frowned, creasing the corner of the unfinished page and tossing the book towards the opposite side of the couch. It was nearly midnight and I didn’t invite anyone over, who the hell would be here this late?

I checked the peep hole to be safe, sighing with relief when I recognized my raven haired neighbor. He was leaning against the iron railing that wrapped around the second floor, an unopened pack of beer in his hand. His mouth curled into a smirk when I answered the door, kicking of the railing and shouldering past me.

“You would not believe the line at the store. It was like everyone and their fucking mom was at Safeway in the express checkout,” he exclaimed, dropping a case of beer on my coffee table and flopping down onto the couch.

“Please, come in, have a seat,” I said sarcastically as I shut the door. He simply smirked, kicking up his boots onto the coffee table and sending dirt flying all over the glass table top. “Hey, boots off the table,” I scolded, hitting the toe of his combat boots in disapproval. 

He groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes as he reluctantly put his feet back onto the floor. “God, your tidiness will be the death of me.”

“My apartment, my rules. Now do you mind telling me what your doing here?”

He frowned, putting his hands behind his hands and leaning against the back cushions. “Geez, I was expecting a little more hospitality.”

“Well you did barge into my apartment unannounced.”

“I knocked didn’t I?”

“What do you want.”

“My date cancelled on me,” he shrugged nonchalantly, not looking too upset at all. “And I was looking forward to hanging out and getting wasted at a bar, so I went and got this. The only problem is that I need someone to share it with. And if I remember correctly, you owe me a favor.”

“Since when do I owe you a favor?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen, drawing open the cupboards.

“I sacrificed a Saturday to help you move all your shit up a flight of stairs, I think you giving up your Saturday to get drunk with your old buddy Gee is equal payment,” he called after me.

“’Old buddy’ huh? I’ve known you for barely a month,” I chuckled, walking back into the conjoined living room and setting two glasses next to the case.

“Hey I personally deliver your mail nearly every day and jumpstarted your car last week, we’re at least best friends by now,” he teased, tucking a stray strand of ebony hair behind his ears. He frowned when he saw the glasses, leaning forward and tapping on one with his index finger.

“Why did you get glasses?”

“To drink with?”

“You drink beer out of a glass?” He sputtered incredulously, looking at me like I had lobsters coming out of my ears. I shifted, feeling my cheeks burn.

“Don’t you?”

“What? No, God no! It’s beer, not champagne. You’re supposed to just drink it from the bottle. Please tell me you haven’t been drinking Corona like some snobby soccer mom your whole life.”

“Fuck off,” I groaned, glaring at him as another laugh bubbled out of him. He shook his head, sitting up and plucking one of the bottles from the package. Resting one edge of the bottle cap on top of the table and gripping the neck of the bottle tightly, he slammed his hand onto the bottle and the cap flew off with a loud pop.

“Here, tonight were gonna drink beer right and have a fucking killer time.” He handed me the beer as he pulled out another bottle for himself. The bottle was still ice cold and condensation rolled off the neck and onto the floor. After another loud slam and pop, Gerard held up his bottle towards me. We clinked the necks together, fighting back any giggles of how cliche it was, and taking our first (of many) sips of beer.

“Yuck that guy is a horrible kisser!” Gerard exclaimed, twisting his face in disgust. We though t would be a good idea (and a hilarious one) to browse through Netflix and pick out the most low budget, cheesy, rom com we could find. We laughed like lunatics nearly the whole time, and somewhere between clinking our bottles together whenever someone cracked open a new one and splitting a box of pizza for dinner, a weird feeling began to pool in my stomach.

Familiarity, comfort, warmth, I didn’t know how to describe it. It felt like we had known each other for years, not just a few weeks. He didn’t judge me for burping or spilling all over my shirt every now and then, only laugh or snort out a sarcastic comment, but it never felt like he was mocking me. Besides, it felt amazing to take a load off and just drink away my worries with someone. 

I finished off my drink, sliding the empty bottle next to the collection piling onto my coffee table. “Like you could do better,” I teased, nudging his side with my elbow.

“I absolutely fucking can,” he mumbled through a mouthful of pepperoni pizza. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, washing down the cheap pizza with some more beer. “I mean look at this shit, he’s putting in way too much tongue too fast. You have to ease into that shit. And his technique is fuckin’ awful, he’s practically just licking her.”

I snorted out a laugh, my nose burning as some of the sour liquid shot up my nose. Gerard giggled in response as I fought to regain my composure.

“Shut up,” I slurred, pushing his shoulder weakly. “Can you hand me another bottle please?”

He nodded, performing his bottle opening skill for nearly the tenth time that night, and holding it out towards me. “Number five?”

“Number five.”

“To number five!” He cheered, roughly clinking our bottles together. 

Yep, that wasn’t getting old.

“But really though, im offended just watching this,” he scoffed, gesturing towards the TV displaying a low quality sex scene. 

“Because you’re just such an amazing kisser right?”

“I am.”


“Really, I am,” he insisted. “I’ve never heard any complaints, not over all the moaning. I once got a girl off just from making out with her.”


“Nope, scouts honor,” he added seriously, pressing his hand against his heart. “Sex is the one thing im good at it. I remember once I was going down on this girl and she came so hard my eyelashes got stick-“

“Ew okay no we’re not having this conversation,” I groaned, clamping my hands over my ears. Gerard laughed loudly, setting his drink to the side.

“Don’t question my skills next time.”

“Yeah, i’m still skeptical about that.”

“Oh yeah? Try me.” I scoffed and took another sip, brushing off his challenge and returning my focus back to the screen. But Gerard wasn’t backing down, sitting up and turning to face me with his legs crossed. I peered over at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Ready to put your money where your mouth is?”

“You really want me to kiss you?”

“No, I want to kiss you. I’m not saying i’ll be able to make you come just from making out because that girl was on a lot of shit at that party, but I can guarantee I will be the best kiss you ever had.”

I paused, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I thought it over. I would be lying if I said I never wondered how it felt to kiss Gerard, even if it was only a light brushing of lips and not the intense snogging session he promised. Gerard smirked, scooting a little closer to me. 

“Would do you say sugar?”

I let out a shaky breath, swallowing against the pressure building in my throat. Why was it so hot and humid in here? 

“J-Just this once.”

His smile widened, his eyes fluttering shut and leaning forward. I felt his lips graze against mine, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. His lips were soft, soft and wet from how much he chewed and bit on them. He scooted closer without breaking the connection, resting one hand on my hip and the other behind my head. He added more pressure, his tongue gliding across my bottom lip and making a shudder run up my spine.

I moaned softly and clawed at his jean jacket, digging my nails into the denim in search for something to grip onto. I felt his lips curl up against mine at my submission, pressing harder, sliding his tongue along my lips until they part, easy and willing.

My back sinks into the cushions as Gerard slowly lowers me down, hovering over me. I shamelessly grinded against his knee he had between my legs, moaning loudly at the feeling of finding some friction. But Gerard quickly adjusted, pushing his leg back and out of my reach. I whined in protest, not caring how pathetic I sounded.

Gerard chuckled, pulling away from my mouth and caressing my cheek. “The bet was kissing, not touching,” he reminded.

“I don’t care…I need you.” I always liked Gerard, ever since I moved in. Seeing him in the first lights in the morning, hair disheveled and coffee in hand, whistling a Bowie song as he delivered my mail to me, was enough to make my knees buckle. And now, with enough liquor flowing through me to drown out any sense of reason and the idea of him being half as an amazing lay as he bragged to be, I was more than willing to see for myself. 

He groaned, eyes rolling back and shaking his head lightly. “Please don’t say things like that. You have no idea how many things I want to do to you and hearing you say that is making me loose control.”

“But I want you to!” I insisted, lifting my head up to kiss and nip at his throat. He let out a deep breath, licking his lips. His grip on my hips tightened, indenting crescent marks along my side.

“Say that again.”

“I. Want. You.”

“God fucking…okay okay, if we’re gonna do this, I need to know this won’t change anything.”

I pulled away, letting my head drop back down onto the armrest of the couch. “Won’t change anything?”

“Yeah, y’know between us. Like we’ll still be friends and it won’t get all awkward between us?”

Oh. Disappointment churned in my stomach, making me shift uncomfortably under his concerned gaze. I should have said no, it would painfully awkward and probably take a few days for us to make eye contact again, but it was still the smart thing to do. An the only way to salvage our friendship, that was hanging dauntingly by a thin thread that was straining with every kiss.

But I was drunk. Drunk enough to not even consider tomorrow, every moment felt like it was going to be my last. And maybe it would be. I wasn’t willing to deny myself the simple pleasure of hooking up with my hot neighbor when who knows, I could get hit by a bus tomorrow. My buzzed mind couldn’t think past now and how my body throbbed with want. So instead of grabbing onto it, I snapped the remainder of the thread and let our sprouting friendship fall as I arched up into his chest, running my hands through his hair.

“Nothing’s gonna change, now just fuck me already.” 

His eyes darkened and he flashed me a small smile before dropping his head to met my eager lips. I could feel him fucking smirk into my mouth as he continued kissing me, pulling my face closer to his. His skilled mouth pulled away abruptly, kissing a sloppy trail down to his hand’s placement at my neck. I closed my eyes and allowed my hands to thread themselves in his dark locks as he continued to lick, bite, and suck his way across the expanse of my neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmured into my skin, and I hummed in response. I felt his hand rubbing slow circles on my inner thigh, slowly working his way up higher into my body. His hand toyed with the drawstring of my sweats before dipping under the hem, sliding down toward my aching heat. I gave a little shudder when he finally reached the warmth of my core. He smiled against the skin of my neck, resting his head on my shoulder and rubbing me slowly over my panties. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized how embarrassingly damp my underwear already was, which Gerard realized instantly.

“You’re so wet, I gotta taste you.”

“W-Wait!” I protested weakly as he began to shift and move lower. “Not here, in my room.” He snickered and rolled his eyes theatrically.

“Can’t get your precious couch dirty eh?”

“Fuck off.”

Our limbs untangled as he sat up, circling his arms around my waist and pulling me into his chest. “Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed. I quickly obliged, tightening my legs around his waist and hooking my arms around his neck. His mouth was back on mine, hot with passion and haste. I could tell by the eager and fast paced kisses and the hard bulge against my thigh that he was just as impatient as I was.

Getting to my room was a hassle. Gerard had only been in my apartment maybe twice and had no clue where he was going. And since our mouths refused to part for a split second even to check where we were going, we were forced to stumble blindly through the hallway. Being piss drunk didn’t help the cause much of course. He cursed and mumbled something that sounded like “sorry” when my back collided with the wall. After bumping into a few pieces of furniture and kicking open the door to the bathroom, Gerard finally led me into my room.

We dropped onto the mattress, our bodies staying glued together as Gerard tugged and gripped at my clothes. I moaned into his mouth when he began to rut his hard on against my core, my arms tightening around his neck and surely suffocating him. Gerard was definitely not kidding when he said he would be the best i’ve ever had, I wouldn’t last much longer at this rate.

He reluctantly broke the kiss apart, both of us panting and breathing raggedly, taking the opportunity to began stripping me down. I raised my arms, allowing him to pull the fabric over my head. In exchange for my shirt, I helped him shrug off his jean jacket and Rolling Stone shirt. Our little game continued, prying off each article of clothing one by one with a few sloppy kisses mingled in between until we were both reduced to just out underwear. His eyes wandered up and down my exposed chest before kissing me down my body until he moved off the bed and knelt down on the floor at the edge of the bed, positioned in between my knees. I saw him smirk up at me before pulling the dark sweats down my legs, tossing them into one of the dark corners of the room.

His arms looped around my legs, pulling me towards him in one swift motion until he was face to face with my core. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching him intently. His features were hidden in the darkness, the only source of light emitting from the lamp on my night stand that was desperately in need of a newer, brighter light bulb. He looked even more intimidating, dark hazel eyes hidden behind stray locks of black hair that had fallen out of place, smirk defined and contrasted in the low lighting and making it seem even more mischievous.

He slowly pushed my knees further apart and leaned his head in, slowly kissing the side of my knee, moving his head oh so slowly inward, leaving a trail of kisses along my thigh. When he reached my core, he barely allowed his lips to ghost over my clothed heat, before continuing onto the other thigh. I groaned in annoyance and I could hear him laughing below me.

He mumbled something into my skin, something too low for me to catch with the rapid heart beat pounding in my ears, never breaking in his trail of kisses. When he reached the opposite knee, he placed one final kiss to the side of my knee before letting his hands slowly drag upwards toward my panties. Hooking his fingers around the edges, he slowly began scooting them down my legs, making me raise my hips of the bed, allowing him to fully remove my underwear. He looked at the pink Victoria’s Secret item in his hand, studying it, before putting it in his back pocket. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Souvenir,” he replied, keeping eye contact and maintaining that daunting smirk. His tongue poked out the side of his mouth, coating his lips as he slowly dragged his fingers up to my folds and easily sliding them around, spreading my wetness. I let out a whimper at the contact, and Gerard tore his eyes away from my core long enough to smirk up at me. “Feel good?” he asked, and when I nodded my head desperately, he grinned up at me, pulling me slightly closer and settling more comfortably between my legs. 

He continued running his fingers slowly up and down my folds, stopping every so often at my clit to give it a sharp little rub, making me whimper and thrust my hips upwards for more friction. He brought up his other hand, spreading me out before him and I could feel his hot breath hitting my core. I felt him lean his head in and give a hearty sniff, moaning as he did so. He then nudged his face along my folds, making me gasp at his touch. I felt him bring his head closer, barely kissing my clit. I let out a rush of breath, instantly wanting more, but Gerard was determined to drag this out. 

I wondered if this was his tactic on girls, to tease them to the very edge until he gave them what they wanted. 

He slowly dragged the tip of his tongue up from my entrance to my clit, allowing his fingers to softly wander around my my folds as well. I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying out when he began flicking my clit lightly with his tongue, circling my entrance with one finger. He moaned softly at the taste and closed his lips around my sensitive clit, continuing to flick his tongue around it, and slowly pushed one finger into my entrance. 

My head collapsed down onto the comforter, my hands clawing and fisting into the blankets while Gerard worked diligently against my shaking bottom half. I had my legs thrown over his shoulders, pulling him closer to my core by wrapping my legs around him. I was breathing heavily as he began pumping one finger in and out of me, curling it up every so often, making me whimper. His mouth was still latched onto my clit, but he was now switching back and forth between long pulls with his mouth and soft little flicks of his tongue.

“G-Gee,” I said breathlessly, moving one hand down to his head to try to pull him closer and feel his hair between my fingers. I tried not to moan out as Gerard began darting his tongue in and out of me, remembering how paper thin the walls in the complex were. The last thing either of his wanted was for the rest of our neighbors to know what was happening next door.

But Gerard seemed to take my muffled sounds and struggle to remain silent as a personal challenge, curling his tongue upward like he did his finger and sucking on as much as he could get in his mouth. “Gerard…i’m so close. P-Please,” I whined desperately down at him, and I felt him hum in response into my heat, only making me moan out more as the vibrations traveled through me. He buried his face in deeper, moving his mouth back up to my clit and sucking harshly, not even worrying about the slurping noises which were now coming from him. 

He brought his hand back up to my entrance, thrusting two fingers in suddenly and curling them upwards, making me moan out loudly and bite at my lip. “Come one, baby, come for me,” he growled into me, making me moan again, louder this time. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to edge as he began sucking on my clit harder than before, moaning into me, making the vibrations edge me on. After curling his fingers in me roughly once more, I let out a high pitched moan as I began to unravel. I felt myself let go, spilling over into his hot mouth, as he moaned once more, greedily licking up at the mess I’d made. 

After I began to shift and whine from sensitivity, he looked up at me from between my legs, giving me a smug smirk. He stood up and laid down next to me, stroking my hair as he let me catch my breath. “Considering how hard you just came, I’d say I did a pretty good job,” he chuckled quietly, his voice strained and out of a breath. I nodded, still in a daze. My eyes fluttered opened and I turned my head to face him, cupping his cheek in my hand. 

I fought back a snort when I noticed the clear wetness that was sticking his eyelashes together. 

He exhaled deeply through his nose, letting himself relax against my hand. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I giggled, running my thumb across his bottom lip and collecting the coating left on his lips before bringing to my own. He watched me, transfixed on my mouth. “I believe I owe you another favor now.”

His head titled slightly, a small, curious frown forming on his darkened face. “A favor?”

“I think I need to make you come as hard as you made me,” I said, gauging his reaction. He nodded hastily, rolling over onto his back as I moved forward to straddle him.  I left a lingering kiss on his lips, quickly deciding that the taste of his smoky, sweet lips were my new favorite flavor. I shuffled down the bed until I was settled between his legs, resting back on my knees. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic and tugged his briefs away with the help of my teeth. I couldn’t have contained my excitement at seeing what he was working with if I’d tried.

His cock was larger than I’d estimated the times when I caught myself staring at the outlined bulge in his impossibly tight black jeans or the loose sweatpants he wore in the morning. I blinked uncomprehendingly at how someone so lanky and lean like Gerard was blessed with this kind of equipment, my mouth watering in anticipation. “Can you…fuck, please do something” Gerard groaned in a high pitch voice the longer I just stared at his prick, his voice jarring me from my extremely filthy thoughts. 

Instead of answering him I tossed my hair behind my shoulder and leaned forward, his entire body tensing up as I gripped the base of his cock.The moment my lips connected with his tip, he jerked his hips up, a hiss escaping his throat when my tongue flicked over his slit. I applied more pressure with my hand and sensed the salty taste of precome bubble from his slick head onto my tongue as I inched my mouth farther down his shaft, Gerard’s breathing quickly becoming audible. I felt his long fingers part through my hair, his nails pricking my scalp the farther down I went. 

“I can’t, fuck, I can’t believe how good you are at this,” Gerard hissed through clenched teeth, the prominent vein on his pale neck bulging out. My eyes closed on their own accord as I sucked tightly and bobbed my head up and down a few times to get him nice and slick before I adjusted the angle of my neck and descended slowly down his shaft. “Oh, fuck,” he cursed, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes when he hit the back of my throat. He was so big, almost too big, but I was determined to take him in as far as I could. “Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth baby,” Gerard encouraged as he arched his hips up until he physically couldn’t go any farther inside of me, his loud moans reverberating around the room.

He was letting any noises go out of his mouth freely, clearly not caring or completely forgetting the fact that we were surrounded by people we have to come face to face with every single day and neither of us would be able to look them in the eye knowing that they heard what happened in here. The noises were beautiful though, each low grunt and incoherent whimpers going straight to my core. 

He gave a harsh tug on my hair, signally for me to come up. I wiped the corners of my mouth, my throat feeling raw and sore. Gerard leaned forward, pulling my face towards his and slipping his tongue between my lips without a second thought to where my mouth had just been.

“Do you have a condom?” I nodded, gesturing towards the night stand.

“Bottom drawer.” Gerard dug impatiently through the drawer, pushing aside a vast collection of miscellaneous items before making a satisfied sound of triumph, holding up the tiny square package for me to see. He rolled the condom down on his length and I tried not to watch too closely. His lips met mine again, more gentler and slower than earlier, kissing me like a real lover for the first time that night. 

His skilled hands guided me onto my back, letting him hover over me. Positioning himself at my entrance, he grabbed a hold of my hands and intertwined his fingers with mine before slowly pushing in. I held eye contact until he was fully in, wincing at the stretch. 

“You okay?” He asked nervously, pecking my lips softly. I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip when he tried to pull out too quickly.

“’I’m fine,” I stammered in a not so convincing voice. “Just…give me a moment.” He nodded, tightening his grip on our interlocked hands to give me a reassuring squeeze. The dull pain subsided quickly, it was still there, but only a small sting that I could handle. “Okay, you c-can move now.”

He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in, keeping a gentle speed that I never would have expected from him. “You feel amazing,” he said breathlessly as his eyes closed and he rested his forehead on mine, both of our breathing spiking up. With my small whines and grunts of discomfort transforming into loud moans and eager begs fro more, Gerard sped up the pace. His thrust were rough, sharp and dead fucking on. He rocked into me sharply, the sensation sending tides of unimaginable warmth down to my very core. He pulled out carefully only to slam back into me relentlessly and unapologetically, the sweet nothings he breathed into my ear lost a midst the sound of slick skin on skin and my carnal, desperate whimpers of pleasure.

His teeth leaving small red welts along my flesh with no attempt at soothing them with his warm tongue. With each thrust he penetrated my walls deeper and deeper, my breathing speeding up as an untamed fire began to burn hot in my belly. Gerard must have noticed the signs of my impending orgasm as he quickly attended to my needs while he continued to give me everything he had. I clawed at his back mindlessly, leaving red marks up and down his shoulders as his digits circled my clit firmly, and I cried out as the volcano inside of me erupted, spewing fire and ash in the form of waves of euphoria and shaking limbs.

I came down from my high just in time to see Gerard reach his, eyebrows furrowed and swollen lips parted in a deep moan that shook me to my core. He quickly sat back and took me in his arms as he thrust up into me, his gaze never leaving mine as he finally found his release. As he spilled himself inside of me, Gerard held me against his trembling chest. I went limp against his tight embrace, hearing him chuckle tiredly into my ear.

“Don’t worry Sugar, I got you.” He adjusted the pillows before leaning back against the formation, keeping me rested against his chest. He leaned over the edge of the bed and picked up his jeans, returning with a fresh cigarette and his signature lighter. Normally I would have protested and scolded him for even attempting to smoke in here, but I was far too exhausted to move or say anything. Besides, he looked hot when he smoked. 

We laid in silence, me tracing abstract patterns onto his creamy stomach and him combing his fingers through my hair in between drags. It all felt so peaceful, a serene aura wrapping around us. I strained to keep my eyes opened, fighting to live in this moment for just a minute longer. But, the steady rise and fall of his chest and melodic sound of his exhales were an unorthodox lullaby that quickly lulled me to sleep.

I woke up to an empty bed. An empty bed and a blinding light shining through the cracks in my blinds. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat up. My body screamed in protest, feeling the rough marks left on me last night ignite at any sudden movement. 

A calming smell floated through the air, making my mouth water. Coffee. Fresh coffee. I rolled off the bed, gathering up my discarded clothes, that were thrown randomly throughout the room, before finding something to wear. I settled on plain jogging shorts and Gerard’s Rolling Stones shirt he left behind last night. 

I stumbled into the kitchen like a drunk, knocking my funny bone against the wall painfully. Gerard was shirtless, skinny jeans hanging way too low on his waist. His back was facing me, hunched over the counter as he poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee. 

“Got the mail,” he said over his shoulder. “Your cups on the table if you need a boost.”

“Thank you,” I yawned back, leaning against the wall as I stretched my arms over my head.

“No problem, I was thinking we could go get breakf- whoa” His eyes widened when he turned around, eyebrows raised at the sight of his shirt dangling down to my thighs. But of course, Gerard couldn’t handle being caught off guard, he had to remain cool and confident in any situation. He leaned his back against the counter, bending his knee and resting his foot against the bottom cupboard. “My my,” he smirked, pausing to take a sip from his mug. “Now that, I can get use to.”