okay so a fic with maybe like 86 james and he’s in love with his friend’s mom. she got pregnant when she was young(maybe like 18 or something) so she’s not THAT much older than him. aaaaaanyways she’s recently divorced and her husband was a huge jerk and kind of a deadbeat. james is just infatuated with her and hits on her all of the time and eventually, she gives in:3
i think it would be awesome but if not, no worries!!!
A/n: Don't move to fast, you might scare away the first fic I've written in a month away
Warnings: Smut, age gap, shower sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
James looked had been looking out for himself for years, since his dad left his home life had been pretty rough, then his mom dying. He stayed with his brother, mostly, but that wasn't exactly a picture-perfect happy home either.
He spent time at a lot of friend's houses, as much as he could, and that didn't change much as he got older. With music he ended up at producers houses, managements, women, pretty much anyone he could find, but a certain friend was his favourite.
The friend was ok, he liked the same music and was enthralled to come along with Metallica when he could as a roadie. He smoked weed, could drink with the band, gave James a couch to crash on whenever he needed, which was great to get closer to the real reason he liked this friend so much -his mom.
She wasn't as old as his other friend's mom, got knocked up in her late teens and had him quite young so they shared some interests. She was real interested in music, and so supportive of James. He'd do anything just to go out with her, but what he really wanted was to get her behind closed doors.
He waited patiently outside the front door after ringing the doorbell, rocking on his heels. He looked over the bouquet he'd spent the last of his touring cash on. Maybe it would be prettier if he didn't drink so much, like he had tonight. The rocking wasn't as much on purpose as it was a balancing act.
"So stupid." He grumbled, running a hand down his face. "Her husband was a drunk, what did you think would happen if you showed up like this? Stupid, stupid," he grumbled, grabbing his hair, "dumb, dumb, idiot-!" He hit his head, but stopped when the door opened, eyes widening as he saw you in your nightwear.
It was summer and hot, and you weren't one to shy away from feeling pretty in your sleep, a silk robe made you feel like all that and more. You held it shut to answer the door. "James?" You spoke, not missing the bouquet of halfway wilted flowers. "I'm sorry, but Rogers not here, he went out with some friends, I think."
James gave a small nod. After picking his jaw from the floor he managed to speak. "I'm not here to see him." He got out, holding the flowers out a little.
Your brows raised, looking first to the flowers, then to his rosy cheeks, droopy eyes. He smelled like a bar floor, looked like the doormat of one. You felt sad for him, the poor boy, so you took the flowers and stepped aside to let him in. "Come in, you look tired." You said, being polite about his wrecked state. He came in happily and sauntered to the couch, sitting down or falling onto it.
"Thank you." He muttered, looking more like a beaten dog.
"I'll get you a glass of water." You gave his head a pat as you walked past, it made him ache for you more. You got a glass for him and tucked the bouquet into a vase. "You just get comfortable out here on the couch, ok?" That sweet voice, so comforting.
He slid onto his side, barely awake when you set the glass on the coffee table for him. He reached out for you as you walked back upstairs, unable to call for you, to speak his mind and say what he'd been trying to say all this time. He tugged the blanket over himself and succumbed to alcohol induced exhaustion.
You knew very well how James felt towards you, he was constantly hitting on you. He was quite a bit younger than you, though, and it really hadn't been that long since you divorced your husband, you also weren't sure if it was just physical or something deeper, and you didn't know which you wanted it to be. However, having someone constantly complimenting you, assuring you your husband was terrible and that there were better men out there that would die to have a chance, having someone that looked like him -which wasn't the worst thing- making you feel good.
You were hesitant to give in, but made sure to keep the option open, even now when he needed a place to stay and sober up.
James woke up in a cold sweat. He didn't know the time, but it was still dark out. He could smell the stench that came off of him.
He grabbed the glass from the coffee table when he saw it and chugged the whole thing, then rushed upstairs to hop in the shower, only getting his clothes off once the water was hitting him.
The ruckus woke you, his stomping around and then the water running.
You made your way out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom where the door was cracked open. "James?" You called, pushing the door open slightly. "What're you doing?"
He was more sober now, but not enough to feel shame about you walking in on him in the shower. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He grumbled, tossing his socks out one at a time, joining the rest of his soaked clothes on the floor.
Your head tilted to the side at it. "Uh, I'm-I'm really trying not to look." You muttered, walking farther in. "It's late, James, are you ok?" You asked, still avoiding looking at him. First you turned your back to the shower, but you saw him in the foggy mirror -the curtain forgotten on the rack leaving him exposed- and chose to stare at the floor instead.
James huffed, staring you down. He still had his boxers on, but they were white, and wet, and didn't hide anything. "No, I'm not ok." He stated. "I saw how he treated you," you didn't need him to specify who he was talking about for you to know. "He was a drunk, and-and I'm a drunk, and you don't need that again."
You smirked slightly at that, he sounded so firm and serious, but he was young and naive. "No, I don't need that again." You agreed.
He deflated, shoulders slumping, hands hanging limply at his sides. His lips tugged into a pout. "I want you." He reached out, taking your chin and making you look at him. You looked, face flushing at seeing him naked, and quickly looked away before he grabbed your face again. "Please." He started, grip loosening, testing if you'd turn away again. "I want you, I want to be a good man for you."
It was late, it was just the two of you, you were lonely... it was just one night, you could give him what he wanted, get what you wanted, and let it be over.
He leaned in, like a magnet so did you. Your lips met, so soft it felt like nothing at first, and then it was everything.
James pushed your robe off your shoulders and pulled you closer, into the shower, under the warm water with him. The kiss grew heated, his hands roaming over you; his touch was rough and hungry, but worshipping you all the same.
Your breathing grew heavy as he tugged your clothes off, ripping the seems in order to get them off quicker. "M'sorry, so sorry, I'll replace it." He babbled at every tear. "M'sorry, so sorry." His kisses travelled down your neck, to your collarbone. "I'll make it better, promise."
Your hands went to his shoulders, expecting him to move down, but he moved back up and spun you around, pinning you to the cold, wet wall. A small gasp left you, the strength he truly had over you, and how he used it to make you feel good, to make you feel... everything he'd held back.
"So beautiful." He purred, breathlessly. He had to hunch over some to kiss where he wanted, keeping his hips away from you, letting him hump the air instead of you like an animal. "All of you... was wasted on that man." He pulled back, cupping your cheek in one hand, holding your waist in the other. Your hand combed through his hair, the other drifted to the back of his neck. "It'll be wasted on me, too." He said with a chuckle. "Could do so much better than me." His eyes moved over you, not like a beast who owned you, who wanted nothing more than a fuck, but in awe.
He met your gaze again, your cheeks the same shade of pink that his were when he arrived. His thumb swiped over your cheek, just under your eye. "You could do so much better than me." He repeated, letting it settle, bringing you back to the reality of the situation; naked, in the shower, with a man, a man younger than you, friends with your son, a young man was naked with you, a man truly wanted you... and it was all flutters in your chest that moved to your gut again, his sparkling eyes lighting you up as he stared with adoration.
James's lips found yours again, his eyes closed briefly to savour the first -or second- taste of you. His forehead leaned against yours, breath fanning over your face. "Thank you." He muttered, pecking your lips. "I'm not worth it, but I'll do anything for you."
The air left your lungs.
His boxers hit the floor with a loud slop, he kicked them away. His cock was achingly hard, bright red. You didn't touch him yet, but you eyed him shamelessly.
James grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up, pinning you more firmly to the wall, cock pressed between your bodies. He let out a pitifully whiny sound, brows knitting together as he bucked against you. He did his best to control himself, but it was getting harder.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his hips. You reached down, only to guide him to where he needed to be. "No-no, I can't, let me be good."
"You are good, so good." You mumbled against his lips. "Do this for me." A small groan left him as his tip pushed into you. It grew into a louder, more guttural sound as he thrusted himself fully into you.
He paused, eyes fluttering. He swallowed thickly, meeting your gaze which matched his, though in his opinion much more attractive. He kept the distance, watching your reactions as he pulled back and thrusted in and out. He knew he found the right pace when your moans came out in strings.
"Hah! Oh, James, yes!" Your head rolled back. Hearing you moan his name was better than any of his fantasies, no matter how many times he'd pictured it nothing could compare to the real thing.
"Say it again." He asked, stars in his eyes. "Say my name, just like that, again, please."
You met his gaze and smiled, hand finding his hair and gripping it. "Fuck, James, making me feel so good." He groaned, hips stuttering in their movements a moment.
He kissed over your neck, nipping a little with every thrust. His thumb stretched to rub your clit, needing to get you to the end faster. "Making you feel good?" He mumbled, nipping your earlobe.
You nodded, moans falling directly into his ear. "Oh my god, yes! Oh god- gonna make me- make me cum!" You cried, unable to close your mouth as sounds flooded past your lips. There was a knot in your gut, tightening past its limits.
James was panting against you, he tried muffling it by kissing your neck. At some point he couldn't hide his sounds and was just whining into your ear as his thrusts lost their rhythm. "Making you feel so good, making you cum on my cock." He babbled, thumb not stopping. "Gonna fill you- gonna c- ah! Ngh-! Oh, please." His thrusts choked as he came, the feeling of warm cum oozing into you was enough to send you over, that mixed with his thumb lazily rolling over your clit.
James let you down as slowly and carefully as he could, his mind full and foggy, body feeling weak. He still managed to kiss you, breathing heavy, it almost killed him to kiss you but he'd die happy if it did.
You kissed back despite being just as breathless, holding onto him for support as your legs trembled beneath you. You reached out to turn the water off. James hummed, a sound of relief as his side had been pelted with cold water -the hot water ran out.
You brought yourself to push him off for a moment. "We should dry off, get to bed." You suggested, brushing his hair back. It took him a second but he nodded.
1. I don't know how surprising it is, but I love football/soccer and I follow the World Cup right now! I've been a fan since I was about 13, so actually longer than I've been into rock music.
2. Zero/diet Coke, the original or flavored, like the cherry one. I like ginger flavored sodas as well like Canada Dry.
3. Mainly creative things, drawing for example and I also collect records.
4. I finished watching "Word of Honor" a few days ago (I loved it so much I might do a little review on my blog). Now I'm watching the X-files for the first time.
5. Currently nothing, the last one I read was a gothic horror/paranormal novel collection by Arthur Conan Doyle.
6. We could say I have a sweet tooth lol, right now my favorite is ice cream, pretty much any flavor. :)
Tagging: @killdear4 @hungercityhellhound @venus-in-furs-nostalgia @sunset-striptease-too if you'd like to do it. :)
1. Something that might surprise your moots ab you
Most people are surprised when I tell them that my partner and I got married when I was 23 and he was 21 haha (no, we're not religious).
2. Your favourite drink/soda
I only drink it as a treat but I LOVE Orange Club Soda, it's a truly great Irish invention 🙂↕️
3. An activity/hobby that you do
I love baking, reading, and I've recently started to learn playing bass! (If i can't HAVE Jason Newsted, I will BECOME Jason Newsted lol)
4. A TV show/movie you're watching rn
Yesterday I watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982), 10/10 would recommend, sooo funny and the 80s vibes are impeccable, of course!
5. A book you're reading
I'm constantly reading and usually I read multiple books at the same time, at the moment I'm reading Pet Sematary by Stephen King, Various Short Stories by Shirley Jackson, and The Wall by Marlen Haushofer (my fav book ever).
6. Your favourite dessert
I found the best recipe for chocolate chip banana bread so I've been baking this every week, I can't get enough!
1. Something that might surprise your moots about you?
i don’t play guitar… i’ve been putting it off because i’m impatient and want to be like lars johansson immediately hahaha i have one though, she is an electric epiphone sg ;)
2. Your favorite drink / soda?
DR. PEPPERRRRRR but if i’m in a restaurant with a bar i gotta get a shirley temple
3. An activity / hobby you do?
i’m an avid crafter, i’m currently on the hunt for patches to FINALLY start on a battle vest and im thinking of diy’ing some. favorite things i love to make are my guitar pick necklaces
4. A TV show / movie you’re watching right now?
currently watching ‘Re-animator’ which i think is a great horror/comedy classic. 8/10 recommend and free on tubi ;)
5. A book you’re reading
i was on a little road trip previously and had the chance to reread ‘Daisy Jones and the Six’. i bought it so long ago but i still get the excitement just like it’s my first read.
6. Favorite dessert
putting y’all on my favorite 🍃 munchie: vanilla ice cream with fruity peoples sprinkled on top. simple but tasty
can i get a ryan gosling fic uhhh for my grades bc i got all As this whole year uh wait i have an idea so let me write it
okay so we all know ryan gosling is an actor, or so i hope. anyways, my current favorite movie of his is Project Hail Mary (what a shocker) and i love ryland grace (the person ryan plays) and he whimpers a lot in the movie so this is where my idea comes from:
Ryland Grace is stuck in space with reader and they both don’t have memory because of a coma :0 they’re both obviously very touch deprived but ryland has it worse. everytime reader bumps into him or touches his arms for smth he holds back a whimper/moan. one day they discover something in space and reader hugs ryland and he can’t help but whimper and almost acts like a dog with how touch deprived he is, anyway uhh blowjob, mommy kink, idk he’s such a cutie in the movie though
i’m sorry benji and even if you don’t write this i still love you🥺🥺 and i’ll continue talking about ryan gosling to you🥺🥺❤️
A/n: It's a wee bit different but I hope it's close enough for your liking pookie
Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), sub Grace, mommy!kink, if you think I missed anything please let me know (this was written over a few months bc I kept getting distracted... and such so I forget what all needs to be tagged) otherwise enjoy!
When you finally came to, trapped inside what felt like a hot plastic bag, the first thing you heard was the voice of the ship. You tried to stay calm as it dragged you out of bed -what you assumed was a bed. The second sound you heard was metal clanging and scrambled verbal thinking.
You went on a hunt and found Dr. Grace, a very spooked man who was happy to see anyone, even if he didn't recognize you yet.
You had yet to remember him as well, but you felt a strange sense of dread at seeing him. It deepened when you both learned the others didn't make it; at first you thought it might just be seeing people close to you all gone far too soon, but as the pieces began meshing together once more you found it was not that.
You were stuck in space with Ryland Grace, some middle school science teacher, and soon an alien rock, who he named Rocky. You didn't argue, but you did silently judge his poor naming skills, something you and Rocky would grow to bond over.
You noticed it on the ship, any small touch you gave Ryland had his breathing catching in his throat a moment. With such a small space it was hard to stay far apart, you often had to squeeze past each other.
The little things that annoyed you about him grew on you, he was smart, charming though he didn't mean to be, he was very dumb at the same time. You talked about it lots with Rocky, who agreed that he was an odd balance -less of a balance, he was flasks swiped off a table and shattered on the ground of some school floor. Put nicely, of course.
When it came to the end of it, you were stranded on erid with Ryland and the Eridians. They were nice enough to help you two get your own small houses, cliffside of such a pleasant ocean you'd dip your feet in from time to time -you planned to, anyway, once Rocky got the temperature right.
Having space from Ryland sounded great at first, but the first few nights apart were hell for the both of you. You were away from earth, forever, never knowing if it had truly been saved, your life was completely gone.
A panicked banging came to your door. You rushed to answer it and found Ryland standing before you, panting, eyes red from crying, tears streaked down his cheeks. "I-I can't do this anymore, I can't- I know, I know the panicking should be over, but I-" He huffed, trailing off. He wiped his tears off on his sleeve, then ran his hands over his face as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's late and I just- I'm sorry." He turned to leave, but you caught his arm before he could get far.
The words lagged in your throat, he waited with a quivering lip in front of you. "You... can spend the night here if that's easier." You eventually said, stepping aside to let him in.
His jaw clenched. He wanted to easily walk in, thank you for your hospitality, or something more normal, but there was no more normal, only furthering his panic and pain. He didn't want to come off as needy, so he moved slowly.
One small step inside, a quick glance around the small space, another step, followed by a third before he bolted to your bed to curl up. Sure, he'd been stuck with you for who knows how long, but you were still another human life, the only normal thing he had left.
You followed and got back into bed, opening your arms for him. He didn't hesitate this time as fresh tears rolled down his face.
Ryland wrapped his arms around you, face nestled in the crook of your neck as he sniffled.
You rubbed his back soothingly, letting your own sadness seep in. "It's going to be ok." You said robotically, comfort a forgotten privilege. "I mean... it's not, but we have each other... we will be ok." You tried again, voice wavering slightly.
He held you tighter, gripping your shirt in balled fists. "It's not going to be ok, how can you say that it's going to be ok?" He babbled against you.
You thought on it for a minute, finally letting out a heavy sigh as your own tears began to fall. "I know, it-it's not going to be ok..." You admitted, voice notably softer now.
Without thinking much about it you kissed into his hair, and for just a moment he froze against you. He pulled away slightly to look at you, eyes glassy, but there was something else in them now. "What was that for?" He asked weakly. "That- you kissed me, what was that?" His eyes flickered over your face.
You stared back at him, blinking away your remaining tears. "That? That was, uh..." You thought for a moment, seeing a twinkle in his eyes. "I had a dog when I was younger, you kind of look like her." You answered, running your fingers through his hair.
His lips tugged into a pout. "I remind you of your dog..?" He asked. "You have a dog waiting for you at home?" More tears began filling his eyes.
You quickly brought a hand to his face, cupping his cheek and thumbing his tears away before they could fall. "No, no, I don't have a dog waiting for me at home." You assured. "She died years ago." He made a whimper sound and buried his face back in your neck.
"M'so sorry." He mumbled, nuzzling into you as much as he could. So clingy and... cute. He sniffled as he pulled back a moment. "Was she- was she sweet?" He muttered, that stupid pout... cute.
Your hand was on his cheek again, other hand continuing to toy with his hair, pushing it back. He leaned into your touch, inching closer under the blankets. "The sweetest... She loved cuddles, scratches behind her ears-"
"That's because it releases endorphins, creates this sort of, uh, it-it gets them... high..." He trailed, seeing a smile tug at your own lips. It felt good to make you smile, though he wasn't sure why you were smiling.
"I know why they like it, Grace, that's why I did it." His eyes widened slightly.
"Oh! Yeah-yeah, I mean..." He tried speaking, but it felt like it was getting harder to do so. He exhaled deeply, eyes locking on yours, tears finally feeling like they were drying up. "There was no dog..." He muttered. Your smile faltered slightly before you shook your head. "Just... me?" You nodded, he perked up at that.
He was quiet for several beats as you toyed with his hair, scratching his scalp and such. He whined when you gave it a gentle tug, his face immediately heating up.
You stared back at him, brows raised slightly. A smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth and you slowly sunk beneath the sheets.
"What're you- wait, wait, what're you doing?" He asked, getting more panicked up until your fingers dipped into his waistband. His body went rigid. He knew he wanted it, but he never thought it would actually happen, and definitely not like this. "You- are-are you serious? I mean, you don't have to- I, uh..." He trailed off, staring off as you tugged his pants down, along with his boxers, freeing his hard and leaking cock.
His lips pressed together in a pout, eyes widening he felt your tongue drag up his length, hot and wet, your breath fanning over him. He whined, a shaky hand reaching for a pillow. He hugged it to his chest tightly.
It was hot under the blanket, but you thought he'd implode if he saw what you were doing. You wrapped a hand around him, earning another whine from him, and began jerking him slowly, more pre leaking from his tip.
His thighs pressed together, knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping his pillow. Your lips wrapped around his tip and he squealed, rolling away from you. When you heard a thunk, the blankets ripped off from you, you peered over the edge of the bed where he'd landed, now curled up there and looking back up at you.
"I'm sorry." He muttered, fidgeting with the corners of the pillow. "I just- I didn't realize where this was going."
Your expression softened, still staring down at him. "It doesn't have to go anywhere." You assured, shifting back and patting the mattress.
He stared at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "But," he started, "it-it could?" You perked up some.
"It could." You agreed, watching as he poked his up over the edge of the mattress. After several moments of silent debate, he crawled back onto the bed and got you back under the covers, laying on his back now with you kissing down his torso once more.
You moved slowly, cautiously in case he changed his mind. When you got the his happy trail you heard a squeak from him. You smirked and kissed his tip, drawing another squeak from him.
He reached down, running his fingers through your hair. His legs spread farther, thighs twitching. You tried to lift the blankets but he held them down tight, knowing that if he looked at you he'd be too embarrassed to ever look at you again. He'd probably implode right there, then you'd have a mess to clean up.
Your lips wrapping around him drew him from his thoughts. His jaw dropped in silent whines, he did his best to keep his hips still, to stop himself from bucking up into your mouth.
From under the blankets he heard the noises you made, quiet gagging around him as you bobbed your head, the sound of saliva squelching in your throat every time you took him.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. His hips bucked and he couldn't stop them, small little bunny humps into the back of your throat. He pulled his hand away so at least you could move on your own. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't- feels s'good." He babbled, heels digging into the mattress.
You pulled the blanket back, he let you this time because he couldn't stop you. He whined louder, biting his lip but it did nothing to muffle his sounds.
You pulled off of him with a pop, replacing your mouth with your hand. You were drooling slightly and wiped at your mouth with your other hand. "You want more?"
"No!" He blurted before he could think. "Wait, is there- is there more?" He tried to look down at you, but it was too hard, any longer and he'd just cum. His blush spread from his face down his chest.
You moved up his body, still jerking him. You licked a strip up his neck. "Do you want more?" You nipped his earlobe.
He whined, hips stilling. "Oh god- mommy-!" He squeaked, hands hovering at your sides as ropes of cum shot from his tip over his stomach and chest.
You kept jerking him through it, watching him get sensitive -more so.
"Ah! Mommy-mommy, please! Please, mommy, I can't-can't, I can't, it's too much, too much!" A grin spread across your face. You pulled back and his face paled when he saw that look, his hips bucking again, legs trembling on either side of you. "Mommy..?" He muttered, eyes trailing over you. His gaze met yours again, like he knew tonight was going to be long.
Ough I don't think I have enough cool stuff in my room for this
borrow something from my room?
empty cookie tin I use to store my claw hair clips and scrunchies
lid from the aforementioned cookie tin where I dump my earrings
incomplete box set of the Hunger Games books*
bag of embroidery thread
my disney princess alarm clock that I keep set 10 minutes ahead the actual time
the box my retainers came in
jar of letter beads
bag of musical pins
dog tags from musicals I've done at school
Voting ended onJun 17
*I ran out of space but I wanted to include the reasoning 😭 my mom bought the box set a few months before Sunrise on the Reaping came out, so I only have the first 4 books
No pressure tags @strawberry-sweet-vampire @death-of-a-bachelorrr @wizisbored
my current favorite is still ill by the smiths, and my all time favorite will always be everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears!! (i've played that songs like 1,000 times each year (according to wrapped))
ooo this is kinda hard ummm rn its either i saw her standing there or oh! darling by the beatles, but overall i'd say it's i will or for no one (also by the beatles)
@hazey-dazey111 @withdevovotion @istillwishforyouateleveneleven @souperache @wiseheartheroes @idontgottatellyoucrap @maxwell-edison + open
