#axl rose rough
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Can I ask you for a smut with Axl, where he and the reader have rough sex? I need this man so badly😭
UGH YES I SO FEEL YOU
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You feel rough hands on your shoulders, forcing you down on the bed. Gasping and panting for breath, you let out small whines and moans as Axl’s hands trail down your body, biting and licking your sensitive skin, leaving his saliva all up and down your body. His lips suck while his teeth bite, leaving a purplish-red hickey on the side of your breast. You cry out, his hands squeezing your shoulders.
“God, I love your pretty little noises.” Axl whispers into your ear, nibbling on the earlobe. Your breath hitches and you let out a whimper, his hands traveling across the curves of your body and he keeps you to the bed by straddling you. Axl’s teeth bite down your neck, leaving you with his teeth marks up and down your body, your nerves screaming with pain and pleasure.
His fingers touch your shoulders again, slipping under your bra straps and pulling them off your arms quickly. You can feel Axl’s hard and heavy breath on the side of your neck and face as his plush lips are slightly parted, letting out lustful breaths. He quickly pulls your bra off over your head, revealing your bare chest to him.
“So fucking good..” Axl mutters as he kisses your tits passionately, his tongue swiping against the skin and his teeth biting down and leaving light red indents. He lets out a heavy breath, then attaches his mouth to your nipple, his tongue sliding against it. You take in a sharp breath, followed by a high moan. His hands slip back down from the sides of your chest and down your body, causing your skin to shiver each place he touches. His hands end up on your hips, his thumbs rubbing the sensitive parts right between your pelvis, slipping under your panties a little. You take in sharp and heavy breaths as he sucks on your nipple, leaving small spurts of pleasure and pain shooting across your body. His mouth detaches from your nipple, causing a cold feeling to hit it, making it harder than it was before. Axl’s mouth moves across your chest, leaving hickeys in his wake. His thumbs slip under your panties, pulling them off quickly, leaving them around your knees. His mouth moves to your other nipple, causing you to whimper and moan for him.
Axl’s hands slip away from your hips to your knees, pushing them up. He whips your panties off and throws them aside, your body now completely at his mercy. Running out of patience, you push your legs up and slip off his boxers with your ankles. His hard cock bobs a little as you take off his underwear.
“Eager now, hmm?” He snickers as his mouth moves away from your nipple, leaving it cold and hard. Your eyes dare not part ways from his cock as it sticks out, completely hard at the sight of your body beneath his. Axl’s hands tightly grip your thighs from the underside, parting your legs and looking right at your wet cunt. You let out quicker and sharper breaths as you see his head duck down between your legs, beginning to lap up the wetness that resides between your thighs. His fingers reach up and rub your clit as his tongue slides around your folds. You can feel your hands tightly gripping the sheets, your back arching a little. Pretty moans and whimpers fall from your lips, and it’s music to his ears.
“You taste so fucking good..” Axl mumbles into your pussy as he continues to eat you out, that tongue of his licking you, tasting you. You bite your lips and take in a high and sharp breath, your stomach edging closer to that very familiar feeling of an orgasm. As his tongue and fingers are drawing it out of you, your whimpers get higher and more desperate. In almost an instant, you let out a loud and high moan as your cum drips onto Axl’s face and down his chin. His tongue laps it up, tasting your cum as it drips down his chin.
“So sweet.. God, you’re delicious.” Axl mutters, his tongue retracting and his fingers scooping it out of you and shoveling your cum into his mouth. He moves out from between your thighs, and you see your finish dripping down his face. He licks his lips off, wiping the excess onto his forearm, directly on his tattoo. He pushes himself up on top of you, one of his hands pinning you down by the wrist and the other laying flat right next to your neck.
“Such a good girl.” Axl dips his head down, biting and sucking on your skin, leaving behind hickeys. His hips move closer to yours, the tip of his dick tickling your wet folds. Desperate moans escape your throat, right into his ear.
“Please, Axl..” You moan, “I need you so bad, please..” Your breath hitches as the head of his dick enters your pussy, and you bite your lip.
“Fuck me, please..” You moan.
That seems to set something off into him. His hips smack against yours, his long, hard dick slamming into your pussy. A loud moan rings out from your throat, and he begins moving his hips back and forth quickly, each fast and deep thrust of his hitting your g-spot, each moan growing louder.
“Such a good little slut, aren't you?” Axl mutters to you between grunts, putting in his all for his pleasure, as well as yours. His thrusts are quick and hard, making you wriggle and writhe beneath him. “Such a slut.. Such a slut for me.” Axl leans down, his mouth right next to your ear.
“You’re mine, you hear?”
“Your body is all mine.”
His rough and rugged tone pushes you closer to the edge, your moans becoming more desperate for him as he grips your wrist tighter, and you feel yourself edging closer and closer, your moans growing higher and higher, as well as breathier.
“Ah- Ah- Axl- I’m gonna- I’m gonna- Fuck!!” You moan loudly, your voice ringing throughout the room so loudly that it could likely be heard in the basement. Your back arches and your eyes roll back, as well as your head being thrown backwards as you cum on his cock.
“Such a good girl… Mmmmnh.. So fucking tight…” Axl groans, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his breaths more labored as he edges closer and closer to cumming. Each pretty moan of yours pushes him closer and closer to finishing inside of you, his groans turning louder and louder as they smooth out into moans.
His fingers grip your wrist tightly and he throws his head back as he lines your cunt with his cum. He lets out a gasp, his body letting go of the tenseness. He looks down at you, his sweat dripping off of his body onto yours.
“God, you’re so good.”
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[I hope this is what you were looking for!]
#80s music#80s rock#glam rock#guns n roses#hard rock#axl gnr#axl rose#axl rose smut#guns n roses smut#axl rose x reader#axl rose gnr#ir0nr0se
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AXL FVCKING ROSE NSFW HC'S!!!
(Sorry for taking so long, but now I have a lot of free time, I'll be updating this blog weekly at least)
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! AFAB!GN!Reader!
(English is not my first language, so it may have mistakes or even nonsense things)
° Axl's a switch, he can be a very rough dom or a very soft and whiny sub (I'm sure... Like, look at his eyes, HE HAVE WHINY SUB EYES-)
° Axl loves receiving head, he'll be SO happy if you get down on you knees for him (he'll do something for ya after, don't worry)
° NOW....LETS TALK ABOUT KINKS HEHEHEHE! I think his kinks are daddy kink, bondage or even corruption kink (it fits him perfectly, at least in my mind)
° He definitely wish to have a threesome with you, he's just afraid, but if you talk to him and both of you define boundaries, it would happen
° If you had a rough day, he would be soooo gentle to you, kisses all over your body, massaging your sensitive areas and a slow, sensual pace. He would make you feel so loved and desired, doesn't matter how you feeling about yourself, you're his partner and he loves you so much!!
Sorry if this is short, Im not so creative today <3
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Hey, I love your writing and could you make an nsfw alphabet from the current axl rose? Please
Y'know what, I'll start doing nsfw, sure!!
NSFW Alphabet - current, Axl Rose
Tw: NSFW. (Idk specifics), pls click off if not comfortable with anything around sex!!
(total dilf)
A = Aftercare
I feel like he'd try, maybe give you a bath depending on his mood
B = Body Part
His favorite body part on you is your thighs, doesn't matter how big or small. His favorite part from his own body is arms, like he can just pick you up, pin you to a wall and rail you <33
C = Cum
He loves to cum on your thighs, or chest. Either makes him happy, but if you want it some where else he'll happily do that :3
D = Dirty Secret
So wants to have a threesome with you, maybe slash? Don't know, he just wants to.
E = Experience
He knows what he's doing, he obviously doesn't treat you like a groupie. He knows how to pleasure you, not just himself.
F = Favorite Position
Missionary, and maybe doggystyle. Basic man
G = Goofy
Depends, if it's drunk sex, he's off the rails giggling and crap. If y'all are into it and serious, he's serious. Man wants to please you.
H = Hair
Drapes match the carpets, maybe a little darker down below. But he's not that hairy, has a little small happy tail but is well groomed.
I = Intimacy
Again, this man wants to please you. He's romantic, unless it a quick fuck.
J = Jack off
Likes when you jerk him off, would die for you to do that to him.
K = Kink
He has a daddy kink, loves when you call him daddy. Plus a height difference kink, short king loves shorter gals, pals, and nals (idk it just rhymes)
L = Location
Bedroom, but will do it ANYWHERE. bathroom, kitchen, ect.
M = Motivation
Head, small and tight outfits, revealing outfits, and you in general.
N = No
Hurt you (spank is okay), any other icky body fluids, ECT.
O = Oral
He loves watching you give him head, but fucking loves. LOVES. Making you squeal as he eats you out of something.
P = Pace
Depends, baby making? Soft, sweet, and sensual. You want it rough? Lord he gives you it.
Q = Quickie
Hates em', will do it if it's before a show or something.
R = Risk
Loves taking a risk, it's his favorite thing, also doesn't care if y'all are caught, will keep going.
S = Stamina
Can and will go for about 3-5 rounds, only on good days. He does get tired quickly.
T = Toys
Used to own a Fleshlight, threw it out, had a vibrator for you.
U = Unfair
Loves teasing you, it's his favorite thing to do, loves watching you squirm as he does it. Lord, makes you beg to cum.
V = Volume
Low grunts, soft whimpers, does moan sometimes.
W = Wild card
Nibbles you, like soft nibbles at your neck.
X = X-ray
Maybe about 5 1/2 inches? A little curved upwards, small happy trail, groomed well, his tip is a slight lighter colors from the rest.
Y = Yearning/sex drive
Would go forever but he gets tired quickly, maybe 2-3 rounds, maybe.
Z = Zzz
Lets you sleep first, then sleeps after you.
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Can you write if it’s possible Guns N’ Roses headcons ? <33
hii! yes, i can. i was thinking of writing headcanons for them, and writing headcanons for characters are quicker to write other than fics! thnx for ur req <3
(STILL WRITING ALL OF UR REQ JUST POSTING THE ONES I HAVE DONE!)
Guns N' Roses Head-canons (NSFW ADDITION!)
Warnings: Smut, y'know the kinky stuff. (Minors DNI! 18+ people only. I cant force ya, but it's highly recommended you leave.)
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AXL ROSE
Y'know, Axl is willing to do it anywhere at this point. Anytime, too. But, depends on how he's feeling at the moment. He can do it backstage, dressing room(s), restaurants, in the studio, practically anywhere if you two get the chance. You guys tried doing it in a family restroom. Duff accidentally walked in on you both at one time.
He's pretty rough during sex I would say. He degrades you, calls you names, (Dumb, Slut, Whore, etc) But he can be assuring and sweet at times only if he's in a good mood. If he isn't, he's choking you and smacking ur ass making red hand prints.
He cums anywhere between ur ass, tits, and stomach. Unless you want to get pregnant, its in you. Which is what happens rarely. He's somewhat iffy about having kids with you, although he tries being sweet about it. He loves you n all, but having mini Axl's will be a bit weird.
Axl doesn't haven't many kinks, but we all saw the 'Its So Easy' music video. He likes BDSM, And that's basically it. He's willingly able to try any kink you'd want. Shit and Piss crosses the line with him though.
I think Axl is willing to share you with one of his bandmates, he would share you with Slash most likely or Duff.
Seeing you in red lingerie is what gets him going usually, but if ur talking or looking at other dudes other than him and his bandmates then he'll probably pull u aside and y'know…
SLASH HUDSON
Y'know, Sex with Slash is very like chill. You and him have very soft, sensual sex unless he's in a bad mood. When hes in a bad mood he goes wilddd. Tugging ur hair, choking you. All that dirty shit.
Breeding kink. Nuff said.
if, you don't want him inside of you, and you want it somewhere else, then its on ur ass or stomach most likely, or in ur mouth/face. He likes seeing his cum anywhere on you.
Doggy style usually or however you two end up. He doesn't mind trying new positions if ur getting bored. He's chill and open with trying new things!
He also would share you with someone like his band mates. I think he'd share you with Axl most likely. If not, Duff.
Slash is like - chill after sex. He usually apologizes a ton, and then has a smoke. He will occasionally cuddle with you.
DUFF MCKAGAN
Duff during sex, he can occasionally be rough and demanding with you, but usually he is sweet and caring for you during sex, but it's mostly the first one unless thats not what ur feeling.
Duff is very hesitant on trying new things with you sorta. He sometimes doesn't really wanna try anything and at other times its, 'Yeah, lets try that!' No in-between.
He is somewhat like Slash and Axl combined. Its chill at times, like he gets a boner and thats the go to, and other times he's like an animal like Axl. His mood has a big part in everything.
He either gets up really early and stays up super late, or Gets up super late and goes to bed early. Morning sex tends to occur occasionally and before concerts and everything. If he's on tour, phone sex bound to happen. Or he just looks thru the picture book he has of you.
He has a habit of choking you during sex to where it almost cuts ur airway off. And of course, you like it. (If you don't then he won't choke you like that, obviously.) He just can't help it.
I think Duff can be that type of dude to just casually be smoking during sex like its nothing.
IZZY STRADLIN
Y'know, I think Izzy is very laid back after and somewhat during sex. He always gets a smoke before and after. He will usually help you clean up, but he will also cuddle afterwards with you. He spoons you, practically burying you. Or he just quickly passes out afterwards and snores like there's no tomorrow. But its either, if you want to cuddle just ask him, I'm sure he'll agree to it unless something is going on or he isn't in the mood at the moment.
He is a legend, practically a god at dirty talking to you, omg. He just lets off when he starts dirty talking to you its just crazy. And he sometimes whispers sweet nothingness into ur ear and publicly flirts with you just to get you turned on the slightest by it, so when you two get home, your all ready for him.
Izzy isn't as serious during sex. He like— can crack a few smiles, and he'll laugh and joke with you at times if you fall off the bed, make weird sounds, and all that junk. But he can get really into the mood depending on his own mood. Like, he gets really into it.
He remains eye contact during sex all the time, he looks at you while ur mascara runs down ur cheeks, while you roll ur eyes back and throw ur head backwards in such pleasure that he's allowing you to experience. He love seeing ur face during sex. It reminds him of how well he treats you in a way.
He likes when you wear black, or white lingerie. It just makes him legit go nuts. Seeing the black bow peek from ur white button down gets him turned on. Seeing the white straps when he sees you.. omg.
He won't go far with whips and everything, he only uses his hand to spank you. He isn't interested in heavy bdsm like Axl, but he will pull ur hair, spit on you, call you names and everything, but he won't go far with gags, and all that. Just no.
STEVEN ADLER
Steven Is so sweet, I cannot. During sex he is so assuring and caring. He makes sure everything is okay for you and that what he is doing is alright with you. He kisses ur cheeks and lets you know that it's fine. He's very sensual too during. He holds ur hands, place lightly pink colored love marks on ur neck. But other times he's pulling ur hair, teasing you, and degrading you only the slightest.
He is cuddly after sex. He helps you of course, but other times he quickly passes out like theres no tomorrow. He loves you and wants to make sure ur okay afterwards. He is very helpful and caring, thats for sure.
Although, Steven can get a bit rough. He can start degrading you, pulling ur hair and tugging it. He'll start teasing you and messing with you. But he can get a bit submissive. He'll let you top him definitely. He'll call you mommy, and he loves when u call him good boy. He loves when u edge him.
He has a breeding kink like Slash. Nuff said there. No need to elaborate.
Steven loves public sex. He adores car sex and how people can see the car windows fog up and see you two fucking. He likes to let people know and see how he treats you most likely.
#request#headcanon#slash gnr#axl gnr#izzy gnr#duff gnr#gnr smut#guns n roses#axl rose#duff mckagan#izzy stradlin#steven adler#slash hudson#saul hudson#guns n roses smut
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A-Z Headcanons
Axl Rose X Reader Headcanons
A/n: Heyyyy! First HC had to be the A-Z one(duh). Hope you enjoy xoxo
Word count: 1069(lol)
Warnings: SMUT, swearing😋
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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
To be honest, he's not an angel when it comes to aftercare but he's not against it. You wanna cuddle? Sure! Wanna shower or have a bath? Fine. But he's not gonna go over the top with it if we're being real.
B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)
Axl's favourite part of himself is his hair or his hips. Have you seen that man shake it like Shakira?! Like, wow! And for his hair, my little strawberry blonde princess adores his hair.
His favourite part of you is your legs. Idk why but I feel like that man would love to see you walk around in short dresses and heels just to see your legs. He also probs loves being in between them😋
C - Cum (anything to do with cum)
DIRTAY MAN! Will cum anywhere on your body and say sum like, "you look like a fucking work of art". Look, cum is a sign of a good orgasm and he likes to make you (and himself) feel GOOOOOD.
D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
That man has thought about fucking you in every position possible, on every piece of furniture at all times. He wants it all. Missionary on the floor, doggy on the bed, oral on the counter, 69 on the couch. Whatever you can do, he fucking WILL.
E - Experience (how experienced are they)
Very. Nothing more, just very. Sex machine if you will.
F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)
Doggy. Cannot convince me otherwise. He loves pounding into you from behind, slapping ass all day and watching yours and his cum drip down your thighs.
G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)
He takes sex very seriously but if youse are both drunk, giggles will be let out at the sloppiness and the fact that on the way to the bedroom, you almost killed each other falling down the stairs.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they)
He trims but doesn't remove. He defo has a slight 80's bush going on but he keeps it clean. No bad smells here. And yes, carpet matches the drapes, maybe a tad darker.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Everyday sex isn't the most romantic thing ever but if it's a special occasion or you want it to be, he can be the most romantic love maker E.V.E.R.!!!
J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
I can see him being into you watching him wank or vise versa but he won't do it unironically. Possibly into phone sex...🫣
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Exhibitionism, slapping, dirty talk, voyeurism, etc. . He likes to show people how good he makes you feel whether it be one of the guys or public sex, he adores it.
L - Location (favorite place to do the do)
As stated above, public, against windows, on worktops, backstage. Wherever he can dick you down, he will.
M - Motivation (what gets them going)
You in general. That man sees you as sex on legs. You wear a certain outfit, boner. You look at him a certain way, boner. You breathe, boner. He worships you in a way.
N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)
Piss play. Whether it be one of you pissing in or on the other or something like that, he won't do it. He won't judge you but he won't want to do it.
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)
WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE. This man goes f e r a l if he is nose deep in your pussy or if he's balls-deep in your throat. Absolute god with his tongue, like H E L L O?!?!
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)
Speedy gonzales. Rough in a caring way, if that makes sense. He loves to ravage you. However, if it's baby making sex(because we all know this man was made to be a daddy), sweet and sensual Axl comes out and is caring and slow for Jesus.
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)
50/50. If it's before a show, it gets his adrenaline going and he calls you his lucky charm. But if he doesn't have to, he won't.
R - Risk (are they game to experiment)
Yeah, I'd say so. But nothing too dangerous like carving names into each other.
S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)
I'd say he has pretty high stamina but nothing unmanageable. He can go for 2-4 rounds before he calls it quits for the night(or until nighttime🫣).
T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)
Hear me out, butt plugs for you, vibrators, handcuffs(probably fluffy leopard ones💀), blindfolds and ropes. He doesn't use them every time but like once or twice a month, he treats himself to a play date😉.
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tease of the century award goes to...
Axl Rose!
You laugh a little too hard with Duff and he edges you like a madman. He loves leaving you until your legs are shaking, tears have ruined your make up and your just babbling for him to let you cum.
V - Volume (how loud are they)
I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM. We've all heard him sing, he is louddddd! Loves to make you scream. He moans, grunts, etc etc until he's lost his voice. Loves making you do the same thing.
W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)
This man loves to make you squirt. Like, this man lives for it. The harder the orgasm, the more you squirt, the harder he gets.
X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)
Not massive, let's be honest. But he's also not tiny. I'm saying 5-7 inches, slight curve to the right. But he knows how to use it, ya know.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
Forny hucker. Fuck, horny fucker. This man is hard almost all the time. He's constantly begging for you to suck him or fuck him and if not, he's wanking to your nudes he keeps on Polaroids.
Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)
You defo fall asleep first but like 20 minutes after you, he's snoring louder than he sings.
#guns n roses#axl gnr#axl rose imagine#slash gnr#duff gnr#gnr#izzy gnr#izzy stradlin imagine#steven gnr#duff mckagan imagine#izzy stradlin#steven adler imagine
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Roam (Pt. 2)
Hey, everyone! I just wanted to post my Valentine's story on here to celebrate the holiday. This is technically the second part of a two-part story, but it's readable as a standalone. Enjoy! <3
Description: Eddie and his band finish their first world tour, leaving three whole months for you two to spend some quality time together. And what better way to kick off your intimate time, than with an absolutely amazing Valentine's Day?
Warnings: swearing, smut, female reader, mentions of drug use, alcohol use, anxiety, mentions of sexism and classism, mentions of sexual harassment, groping, use of a video camera, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/light degradation, rough sex, squirting, dirty talk, consecutive orgasms, overstimulation
Roam Pt. 2
"Alright, we're gonna play our last song of the night. It's a special one I wrote for my wife. It's called "Fool for You"." Eddie says into the mic, met with cheers and whoops from the packed stadium. You watch from backstage, smiling as his eyes flick to you. "Y/N, this one's for you. I love you more than life itself, baby." He smirks in your direction, before strumming the first note to begin the song.
You've had your eyes glued to Eddie all night. You wait in the wings as he rocks hard on the guitar, delivering some of the greatest vocals in the industry, strutting around the stage with confidence and flair. He's such a showman at heart, always has been, and always will be. Even in the early days of Corroded Coffin, Eddie has given it his all with every performance. It's that commitment and passion that has gotten him and his band where they are today. And you admire the fuck out of him for it.
His tight leather pants and sweat-soaked muscle tee accentuate his perfect body as he sings, leaving very little to the imagination. You occasionally peek at the audience, finding many young women screaming and in tears over your sexy husband. You just smile at the thought, these chicks really think they have a single chance in hell with him. And sure, he gets real up close at times, putting his arms into the crowd to let them touch him. But it's all part of the act, and he doesn't have any interest in them whatsoever. He goes home with you, makes love to you, spends his every free moment with you.
Tonight is the final stop on the band's world tour. And you can't say you haven't been anticipating the end, so you can spend some quality time with your love. You've been on the road and on flight after flight for over a year now. It's been long, and grueling, and Eddie's exhausted, though he never shows it. But after tonight, you get three whole months to relax and recuperate before the band begins recording their third album.
He's been working tirelessly on the songs every night, scrawling notes, chords, and lyrics on napkins or scraps of paper when he can't locate his notebook. He's made sure that once the curtains are drawn, and the stage lights go out, there will be no interruptions of your special time together. Eddie has promised to give you every ounce of his undivided attention, and to shower you with expensive dinners, and spa treatments, and drug-fueled fucking. But, as amazing as all of that sounds, all you truly want is him.
Between press junkets, industry parties, and magazine shoots, Eddie's been remarkably busy. You get to come along for most of it, but he's unfortunately preoccupied with networking and dealing with shallow assholes to a point where you feel a little left out. Well, that is until said shallow assholes try to make a move on you. You don't entertain them for a single millisecond, but it's annoying to have creepy label execs and talent agents playing grabass at various mansions belonging to the likes of Ozzy Osbourne and Axl Rose. Eddie typically notices it happening, and nips that shit in the bud. But there have been a couple times where you had to sock one of the elderly bigwigs in the nose for trying to slip a hand under your dress.
Despite the obvious negatives of this lifestyle, you love watching Eddie and the others perform their hearts out night after night. This journey the five of you have embarked on has been mind-blowing. You've been able to see the whole world, and meet tons of amazing people. This whole experience, even from your second-hand point of view, is something to be cherished forever.
You notice the band is nearing the end of the song, and you watch as a couple tears squeeze their way from Eddie's eyes, smudging his thick eyeliner down his cheeks. Other than you, his true love is the stage. Performing means so damn much to him, and to know that it's over for now isn't easy. There will no doubt be another tour within a couple years time, along with award show performances and music festival sets. He loves sharing his music, his message, with the world. To have a connection like that with thousands of people is something he holds dear. He never thought he would get this far, and he is thankful for every last second of it.
A moment later, Eddie slams out the last few chords like his life depends on it. You can tell he's channeling his intense emotions into his guitar, trying to keep himself together. When he hits the final note, he falls to his knees as the sound splits the air. The crowd erupts with applause and cheers, and Eddie stays on the floor for a second with his chest heaving. He slowly stands, turning to look back at his bandmates. He beckons them to the front of the stage, and they leave their instruments to join him in a small line before his mic stand. He huffs a couple more breaths, throwing his arms over Gareth and Jeff's shoulders.
"I just wanna take a second to thank you all for bein' here tonight. This tour has been the shit dreams are made of, and we wouldn't be here without you, the fans. We can't wait to do this all again, whenever the fuck that'll be." He chuckles, still breathing hard. The others laugh with him, smiling wide as the high of performing rushes through their veins. "But until then, we've been Corroded Coffin. We love you, and goodnight, Amsterdam!" Eddie ends with a shout, hyping up the crowd again. Him and the others wave goodbye to the fans, and walk off the stage for the final time tonight. Eddie runs to you immediately, scooping you up into his glistening arms.
You shriek in surprise at his sudden actions, wrapping your arms around him to hang on. "You were amazing as always, baby. I'm so proud of you, my sexy rockstar." You smile, planting a messy kiss on his lips. His sweat transfers onto you, but you don't care. You notice his chest shuddering and hot tears meeting your flesh as you kiss. You pull away, having him set you back down. "Oh, baby. I know, c'mere." You pull him into your embrace, and he squeezes you hard as he lets out a few sobs. "I know, love. But there'll be more shows in the future, and you killed it every time." You comfort him, allowing him to feel everything that's been brewing inside him today. Ever since this morning, he's been on the verge of tears at the thought of the tour ending.
"Doin' alright, Munson?" Alex asks as the three guys approach you.
"He's taking it a little hard. He'll be okay." You reply, stroking Eddie's damp hair with your hand to calm him down.
"We kicked ass, man." Jeff says, and he and the others huddle around you in a group hug. Harmonizing sniffles can be heard in this bundle of bodies, and stray tears fall from everyone's eyes, it's a very heartfelt moment.
"Damn straight! And tonight was definitely our best so far." Gareth chimes in, slightly muffled in your huddle.
Eddie sniffs harshly, wiping his eyes as he pulls away from you all. "Ugh, sorry, guys. Shit got to me more than I thought it would!" He lets out a weak laugh, exhaling shakily to keep himself from breaking down again.
"Don't sweat it, man. It's been a crazy night. And I dunno 'bout you guys, but I'm ready to take a loooong siesta for three months." Jeff says with a tired grin, the adrenaline of performing quickly wearing off as you listen to the crowd file their way out of the stadium.
"I second that, we'd better get to the airport. It's a long flight back home." You reply, taking Eddie's hand. The others nod in agreement as you walk together. You gather your coats and bags from the dressing room, and say goodbye to the crew members. Your limo is waiting outside in the snowy night, with perfectly set heat and plenty of booze to warm you up. The air nips your nose, making you shiver in your fur coat. Eddie puts his arm around you as you walk through the private parking lot. You all slide into your respective seats, and you lay your head on Eddie's shoulder. He keeps you close, needing to lean on you to avoid more tears.
The driver pulls away once you're all situated, knowing exactly where to go to set you on your eleven-hour flight back to Los Angeles. "I just can't believe it's over, Y/N." Eddie says quietly, not wanting to disturb the others as they've already passed out from exhaustion.
"I can't either. It's been a crazy year and some change. But I look forward to us having some alone time for once." You giggle, thinking of all the things you're gonna do with him once you get home.
"I know it hasn't been easy for you to follow me on the road, sweetheart. But you have no idea how much I appreciate it. I don't think I could've made it through all of this if you'd stayed in LA." Eddie replies, turning your body to put your legs across his lap.
"I'm really glad I tagged along, Eds. We've seen the whole goddamn world! How many people get to say that? And I had to be here, I always cheer you on, baby. I'm your good luck charm." You say sweetly, laying your head on his chest as he holds you close. You resist the urge to fall asleep in his lap, knowing you'll have plenty of time to rest on the jet.
"That you are, darling." He presses a kiss to your hair, inhaling the scent of your expensive shampoo. He sighs at the sweet, floral notes wafting off the strands. It's become a comforting smell for him. "I love you, Y/N. So much." He whispers, choking back another batch of tears.
"I love you too, Eddie. I can't wait to be back home with you, in our bed, away from all the cameras and fangirls." You nuzzle against him, counting down the minutes until you can turn the world off for a while.
"Oh? But I thought that was your favorite part." He says sarcastically, drawing muted laughs from both of you.
"You're lucky I'm too tired to rant about how 'difficult it is being in the public eye'." Your tone is anything but serious, ending in a contented sigh as your eyes flutter closed.
"You fallin' asleep, love?" Eddie asks, concerned that this life is too much for you at times. You never complain, but he can tell the constant attention he and the guys receive makes you feel a bit forgotten about at times. He tries to remind you how much of a priority you are, buying you flowers at every tour stop, having at least one meal a week with just the two of you, fucking you silly whenever possible. But these things can only do so much, because at the end of the day, you aren't in the band.
You may tag along to events and meetings, but you're seen by others as Eddie's arm candy at best. You're sat in a corner with the other 'groupies', stuck having less-than-engaging conversations about how big your mansion is and what designers you wear, while the big boys do the 'real talking'. Said groupies don't ask you anything substantial, either. None of them even know you're on your way to publishing your first novel, which Eddie is immensely proud of. Not to mention all the assholes at said meetings and events, who think everyone's significant other is up for grabs at the right price. His stomach turns at the thought of how many sleazy people have offered him record deals, money, cars, drugs, among other things, for a 'night with your hot wife'. He shudders to think how many of his 'heroes' may have done such a thing to their own partners, in exchange for advancement in their careers.
"A little. I'm trying to wait 'til we get on the plane, though. Much as I love you, you don't make a very good pillow." You sigh, shifting uncomfortably in your spot. You're itching for a plush California king mattress, wanting to feel cool, satin sheets beneath your skin.
"Just a little bit longer, dollface. Then we can pass out in our seatbelts and wake up back in LA." He says soothingly, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You hum at the simple touch, letting your mind wander away from this conversation. You list off all the things you wanna do with Eddie inside your head:
1. Go to In-N-Out, I've been missing their chocolate shake and animal-style fries like no other.
2. Fuck, and fuck, and fuck.
3. Cuddle in bed and watch cartoons all day.
4. A long, hot bath with all the trappings. Candles, chocolates, fancy soaps, wine, and some heavy metal love songs on the stereo.
5. More fucking, obviously.
6. Cook a nice meal for Eddie, my famous lasagna.
7. Even more fucking, thank God for birth control.
By the time you finish your internalized list, the limo has pulled up to the runway where your jumbo jet awaits you. The lights outside are blinding when the door is opened for you to step out, waking the guys up from their nap. "Aw, fuck!" Gareth yelps, shielding his eyes.
"My apologies, sir. We have arrived at the airport." The driver says in a thick Scandinavian accent.
"No sweat, man. You're just doin' your job." Gareth replies, rubbing the sleep from his face. All five of you step out into the cold once more, quickly making your way up the steps into the airplane. The door is shut shortly after your bags are loaded in, closing you off from the outside world. The guys strap into their reclining seats, and Eddie pulls you along to your private bedroom for the final time for the next three months. You both plop onto the bed, melting into the soft mattress.
"Fuck, this bed has never felt so good." You groan, clumsily kicking off your shoes and removing your coat. You slide up the bed, getting into your safety belt. Eddie follows behind, clicking the metal buckle together for himself. You both lie down, pulling up the covers. "You ready, Eds? I know take-off is still a bit rough for you." You take hold of his hand, brushing your thumb across his knuckles.
"Baby, this plane could fuckin' explode at this point. I'm too tired to give a shit, I just wanna go home." He says, slightly whiny while his eyelids begin to weigh a thousand pounds. He's gotten a helluva lot better with his fear of flying. He barely even flinches anymore at every little bump or dip the aircraft makes during your journey.
"I feel that." You giggle, realizing you forgot to turn off the bedroom light. You groan aloud at the thought of getting up again. Eddie's about to ask what's wrong, when you force yourself upright and hop off the mattress to flick the switch. You return to your husband a second later, happily clicking yourself back in place.
"Thank you, I was thinking of doing that. But I honestly cannot get up." Eddie chuckles, pulling you over to spoon you through your seatbelts.
"No problem, babe. I don't think I can get up again until we land." You bring one of his hands to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it. Before you can say anything else, you hear Eddie's light snoring just behind you. He's out like a light, and you're barely hanging on to the waking world yourself. The plane is beginning to take off, and you knock out the second the wheels leave the ground. You don't wake up for about six hours, until the plane hits some minor turbulence. Your stomach drops when you feel the slight fall, but you settle back down after checking your surroundings to ensure everything is fine.
"Baby, we've landed." Eddie coos, gently shaking you awake once you've reached your final destination. It's still technically the middle of the night in LA due to the large time difference between here and Amsterdam. You really don't want to get up, needing at least another half a day to just pass the hell out. You whine at Eddie's words, rolling over in bed while bringing the blanket up to hide your head. "Sweetheart, we gotta go." He says, opting to scoop you out of your nest and carry you. He pulls away the blanket, undoing your seatbelt so he can pick you up.
"Ugh, Eds. I don't wanna move, I'm so fuckin' tired." You grumble, putting your arms around his shoulders all the while. He doesn't bother to pick up your shoes or fur coat, you won't really need them for a couple months. Someone will come by to pick up any belongings left behind and send them to your respective homes anyway.
"I know, darling. That's why I'm carrying you. You're a stubborn sleeper." He chuckles quietly, walking the both of you out to the main cabin in bare feet. The guys are waiting by the door, looking more exhausted and jet-lagged than they have all year.
"You're gonna go home like that?" Alex asks, quirking an eyebrow in your direction.
"Yeah, man. They'll send our shit over anyway, and Y/N needs her big, strong man to get her home safe." Eddie smirks, looking down at you nuzzling into him. You let out a sleepy noise or two, high in pitch and oddly cat-like. Oh, princess. You're melting my heart here, he thinks to himself.
"Whatever you say, dude." Alex laughs, finding your affectionate display rather adorable.
Eddie carries you down the stairs of the plane. The warm California air hits your skin as you disembark. You get into another limousine, and the guys are dropped off one by one at their individual homes. It's just you two now, making the long trip all the way to Beverly Hills. Being married to the frontman of the hottest metal band in the business certainly has its perks. The limo drives through the tall gate after it opens, trailing down the winding driveway until you reach the front entrance of your massive house.
The house, well, mansion, is truly something to behold. It's smaller than most in the area, but far be it from you to complain about a slight difference in square-footage. Especially when you live in one of the most well-known and coveted neighborhoods in the world. There's ten bedrooms and eight bathrooms, most of which are attached to said bedrooms. Marble flooring and countertops, state-of-the-art fixtures and appliances, an olympic-sized pool, and a full staff of maids, cooks, drivers, landscapers, etc. are just a few of the perks that Eddie's megastardom affords you. You take none of it for granted, but you're certainly comfortable. You've told Eddie before that you feel weird having people wait on you hand and foot all day, but he insists that you deserve to be spoiled.
That being said, you both make sure the staff are treated well and paid more than enough due to the size of the place. You know all of their names, and give them as much time off as you possibly can. You try your best to get to know them somewhat personally. You hate the idea of faceless servants running about the place, all while avoiding eye-contact or casual conversation. You find the concept of that creepy and demeaning. "We're home, Y/N." Eddie whispers, trying to see if you're awake.
"Okay. Can you carry me to bed, baby?" You ask, snuggling further into his warm body.
"No need to ask, sweetheart. I've got ya." He presses a kiss to your head. You hold on tight as Eddie carries you through the threshold of your not-so-humble home. He treks up the stairs and into the master bedroom, laying you to rest for as long as you want once he helps you remove your clothes. He climbs into bed after you, keeping you warm and safe in his arms. He gives you a few more kisses, this time to the back of your neck. You only half-feel them as you're pretty much asleep again. "Sleep well, princess. I love you." His words fall on deaf ears, your breath entering and leaving your chest at a slow, steady pace.
You don't wake up again until around 9am, having slept for at least twenty hours. A sliver of light peeks through your dark curtains, shining directly into your eyes. "Fuck." You mutter, turning over to look at the clock. You can't believe you managed to sleep for so long, and that you feel pretty well-rested on top of that. You sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. Eddie's still sleeping soundly beside you. His face is buried in the pillows, and his limbs are splayed about clumsily. You notice a rolling cart sitting beside the bed, it must have been brought in by one of the cooks. You take a look at the contents, all of which make your mouth water beyond belief. There's muffins and scones, fresh-squeezed orange juice in a large pitcher, a chilled bottle of champagne, and two perfectly warm burgers, wrapped up in a paper you'd recognize anywhere. "In-N-Out, hell yeah." You smile, mixing yourself a boozy mimosa and taking one of the burgers to eat in bed.
"Mornin', my love." Eddie says from behind you, almost making you drop your glass.
"Jesus, Eddie! Don't scare me like that!" You shout, looking back to see him sitting up in bed. He's leaning back on his hands, his bare chest flexing as he breathes. A sleepy smile sits on his face, and his thick locks are an absolutely frizzy mess.
"Sorry, doll. Didn't mean to startle you. That smells good, though. You wanna pour me a drink and bring that other burger over here? I'm starving." He speaks sweetly, his stomach making hungry gurgles.
"Sure thing, hot stuff. How'd you sleep?" You set your glass down, picking up the empty one to make Eddie a drink.
"I slept alright, had some weird-ass dreams. But that always happens when I'm jet-lagged. Oh, happy Valentine's Day, by the way." He says with a laugh, knowing you've forgotten what day it is.
"Oh my god, is that today?" You ask, smacking your head at your forgetfulness.
"Did you really forget?" Eddie scoffs, his mouth falling open in exaggerated disbelief.
"No.....yes." You cringe. "I mean, I got you a present, but I can't believe I forgot about today. God, I'm a terrible wife." You groan, bringing the food over to the bed. You hand Eddie his glass and sandwich, plopping down beside him with your head hanging low.
"Don't worry about it, baby. I've got something planned that we'll both enjoy." He smirks, his tongue playing at the edge of his mouth.
"Oh? And what would that be?" You ask, dying to know what he's got planned.
"Oh...you'll see. I've got the whole day mapped out. Speaking of, we have a couples massage in..." He glances at the clock to check the time. "About an hour. So, we'd better eat up and grab a quick shower." He unwraps his burger to take a massive bite. He groans at the taste, his eyes rolling into his head for a moment. "Damn, I've missed these." He chuckles with his mouth full.
"Me too. Gina knows us well." You reply, taking a long gulp of your mimosa. You both continue eating, the messily strewn about blankets barely covering your bodies dressed in only panties and boxers. Eddie glances at your tits occasionally, but not in an ogling way. It's more so in admiration of your stunning beauty. You've been together for a very long time, and yet you both still feel that giddy honeymoon-phase sentiment towards one another. You've had your fair share of spats, but it's never anything you can't solve with a compassionate talk and some make-up sex.
You finish up your breakfast, enthusiastically hopping out of bed together to head into the shower. Eddie starts the running water, and you remove your lace panties. His breath hitches at the sight of your nude body, and you walk over to him nice and slow. Your hands meet his chest, and you roughly push him up against the bathroom wall. The cool tiles meet his skin, making him shiver. "Hey there, angel. Is there something you want?" He asks with a grin. You can already feel his erection poking against you, and you reach down to palm him through his boxers.
"I think you know exactly what I want, Eds." You say lowly, smirking at the groan he lets out as you squeeze him. You pull on the waistband of his underwear, yanking the fabric down his legs. His cock stands at attention, a small bead of precum forming on the tip. He kicks the garment away, bringing his hands down to grab your ass. You moan at his actions, pumping him in your hollowed fist.
"Can't wait for tonight, huh?" Eddie chuckles, though he realizes he'd be lying if he said he wanted to hold off himself.
"No, I can't. I need you, Eddie. We've barely fucked all week, and it's been so hard to keep my hands to myself." You bring your lips to his, hungrily shoving your tongue into his mouth. You continue to stroke his dick, winding him up. He moans down your throat, bringing a hand around to your front. He slips between your legs and feels how wet you are for him. Your arousal spreads on his fingers, which plunge into your pussy a moment after. "Fuck, baby. Let's not waste water, I think we're in a drought again." You say through a whimper, leading him backwards into the shower. The hot water soaks your bodies, and Eddie pulls away from you. He turns you around, pressing a hand on your back to have you bend over. You place your palms against the wall, waiting for him to push into you.
"We'll have to make this quick, sweetheart. The masseuses will be here soon." Eddie says, before shoving his length inside you. His thick inches fill you up perfectly, kissing your cervix. "Shit, so fuckin' wet for me." Eddie groans, taking a firm hold of your hips. He pulls almost all the way out, and then slams back in.
"Oh, god." You moan out as he brushes your g spot just right. "More, Eds. Please." You can't help begging, it feels like forever since the last time you had sex. Although, in reality it was only three days ago.
"You got it, angel." He breathes out, holding your hips even tighter. Eddie pulls back again, and begins fucking you at a rough yet steady pace. His dick thrusts into you swiftly and repeatedly, pushing you towards a rapidly building orgasm.
"Feels so good, baby." You praise, savoring every time his tip rubs against your sweet spot. His hand leaves your waist, smacking your ass. "Fuck." You groan at the pleasurable sting, wanting him to do it again. He anticipates your desires, switching hands to hit the other side. "God, I love it when you do that."
"And I love how much you moan for me, darling. Turn around." Eddie says, pulling out of you. You do as he asks, your back against the wall. He lifts your legs up, holding tight onto your thighs. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he rams his cock up into your pussy.
"Fuck, Eddie! Just like that!" You cry out, your mouth hanging open to release vulgar moans and curses. Your breasts bounce as he keeps it up, his eyes glued to them through the steam filling the room.
"Your tits look so good when I fuck you, baby." Eddie groans, lowering his head to plant messy kisses on your chest. It's hard to manage, given the speed of him thrusting into you, and the water making your bodies all slippery along with your sweat. He closes his mouth around your nipple, worrying the pebbled flesh with his teeth. You whimper at the sensation, finding your end is quickly approaching.
"I'm getting close, love. Go faster, harder. You fill me up so well." You egg him on, needing him to send you over the edge. You tug roughly on his soaked hair, drawing a low groan from him. He's still nibbling on your tit, increasing his pace. His dick slips against the special spot inside you over and over. You're so close, you almost can't stand it. "Make me cum, Eddie. I need it so bad." You whine loudly, your walls fluttering around him.
"I know, princess. I'm close too, just hold on for me." He murmurs, trying to readjust as his hands are losing their grip. But his foot slips on the floor of the shower, making you both tumble down onto the tiles. You grunt at the impact, still connected like puzzle pieces. Eddie lands on his ass, and you on your knees. His dick hits deeper inside you than before, making you gasp. The landing was softer than you expected, leaving you straddling his lap. You don't want to stop, and it seems neither of you are hurt. So you proceed to ride him, bouncing like your life depends on it. "Keep going, baby. You're such a good girl for me." Eddie encourages you with a grin, his hands on your waist to lead you. Your chests rub against one another, stimulating your nipples. You both can't stop moaning, the sounds echoing in the room. Your breath fans hot and heavy in one another's faces from your proximity.
You lean forward slightly, wanting to speak into Eddie's ear. He loves when you talk dirty to him this way, it's almost guaranteed to make him lose his cool entirely. "Rub my clit, Eds. I'm so close. You want me to soak your cock? I'll be such a good girl for you." You say seductively, grinning at the filthy noise that leaves his lips in response. He obliges your request, bringing a hand between your legs to swirl circles on your bundle of nerves. "Oh, god." Your eyes squeeze shut, just seconds away from reaching your high. "I wanna make you lose control, baby. I wanna feel you fill me up with your cum, it's so warm. I love the way it mixes with mine, we taste delicious together." You bite his earlobe, feeling the knot within you finally snap. "Fuck!"
"Good girl." Eddie feels your cunt clamp down on him as you continue to bounce through your orgasm. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, and the sounds escaping your lips are all he needs to join you in utter bliss. "Shit, I'm cumming, angel." He grunts, his hips jerking upwards while his stomach tenses. His load spills into you, thick white spurts coating your pussy. Your heads rest on one another's shoulders, effectively collapsing as you try to catch your breath. Your hearts pound in sync, thumping rapidly against your ribs. "I love you, Y/N." Eddie pants out, turning his head to press a kiss to your shoulder.
"I love you too, Eds. That was amazing." You reply before lifting yourself up off his softened length. You wobble slightly when you stand up, leaning back against the wall. Eddie gets up after you, already reaching for the shampoo. The rest of your shower is quite rushed, and you barely manage to dry off and get into your robes before you hear knocking on your bedroom door.
"Come in." Eddie says, and in walks two women carrying folding massage tables. They're dressed almost like nurses, all white tops and pants that resemble scrubs. The business name of 'Majestic Massage' sits in elegant script on the breast of their uniforms, embroidered in navy blue thread. Their hair is held in tight, slicked-back buns, and they smile brightly at you as they set up. You and Eddie sit together in an armchair while you wait. You make light conversation with the ladies, which they seem to appreciate. You don't imagine many of their clients bother to do the same.
The women, whose names you find out are Alice and Fiona, unfold the tables, and set out various scented lotions and massage oils on a rolling cart you had brought in. When you notice they're just about ready, you get out of Eddie's lap to go over to the stereo. You put on some music, Metallica, no less. "That's a new one." Alice says with a giggle.
"Oh, is it too weird? I can put on something else-" You offer, realizing it might interrupt their 'flow' or something.
"No no, it's alright. You two are just...different. In a good way." Fiona assures you with a kind glance.
"Thanks. We highly appreciate you two being here on our special day." You reply, feeling a bit awkward when you think about the dynamic of this situation. These women might have boyfriends or husbands of their own waiting to spend the day with them. And here they are servicing you and Eddie instead. Alice picks up on your sad thoughts, finding the sentiment very sweet. She's never had a client care even a little bit about her personal life.
"Please, don't feel bad. Your husband is paying us good money, Miss. This is our job, and we enjoy it." She insists, beckoning you and Eddie to take your places on the tables.
"Heart of gold, this one. I'm the luckiest man in the world, aren't I, ladies?" Eddie chuckles, walking ahead of you, smacking your butt on the way.
"Yes, sir." Fiona replies, slipping back into detached professionalism. You hold back the intense cringe that washes over you. You know there's nothing actually wrong here. You're being perfectly polite, and these women were hired to take care of you. But you'll never get used to this, much as you'd like to. You can't help but see the person behind the uniform in situations like this, and it makes you stick out like a sore thumb. "Please, Miss. Come, let us help you relax." She speaks again, drawing you out of your own mind.
"Right. Sorry." You say shortly, taking your place on the table. You lie face down in the donut-shaped headrest, taking off your robe. The masseuse lays a towel over your ass, covering your most sensitive parts. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to enjoy your romantic day with Eddie.
"You okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, turning his head in the hole to look at you.
You meet his gaze, awkward as it is to achieve. "Yeah, I'm fine." You say, though you're not sure even you believe that bullshit.
"Honey, you've gotta get used to this sometime. Look, I get that having maids and stylists and other people like that waiting on you makes you feel bad. But it shouldn't, you know why?" He questions.
"Why?" You ask, already knowing what he's going to say.
"Because it's not that big a deal. They're paid well, at least by us. We aren't mean to them, or turning our noses up at them, right? We're already better than, like, ninety percent of the other people they work for. They make our lives easier, that's all. We aren't taking advantage, or treating them like slaves. Okay?" He explains calmly, as he has multiple times already.
"I know. I think that's what it is, though. The fact that almost everyone else treats them poorly, and I don't want to be part of that. I get that I'm being a bit silly, but this lifestyle can feel cold and heartless sometimes." You reply, just as Fiona brings her oiled palms up to massage your shoulders. She uses just the right amount of pressure, working at the tense knots that reside there from the stress of the tour. "Mmm." You moan quietly, melting at her magic fingers.
"I know, baby. But maybe if we lead by example, others might change for the better. You never know." Eddie replies, letting out his own blissful sound while Alice rubs a hardened tangle in his back.
"Fuckin' unlikely. I may be a lifelong fan of the Girls, Girls, Girls album, but the way Tommy Lee treats his assistant is abhorrent." You retort, recalling how handsy he was getting with that poor girl. She couldn't have been older than nineteen. You'd managed to wedge yourself between them at one point, which only accomplished getting both you and Eddie thrown out of his house. Eddie wasn't upset, much. He knows you had good reason to intervene, but it certainly burned any potential bridge for a future collaboration with Tommy or any Crüe members. Good riddance, honestly.
"I know, love. I wish it weren't like this. But we do our best to change things, and that's all we can do." He says, sympathizing with your thoughts. He's far from numb to the issues of this industry, and he does the same as you when he sees something wrong. But that doesn't guarantee the behavior will stop. If anything, it makes everyone else look at the two of you like you've grown extra eyeballs.
"I suppose." You sigh, putting the thought away for a while. You're meant to be calm and loose, fully accepting the sensations of the massage. The rest of your reserved hour goes smoothly, and you focus on the music and the warm hands working on your body. By the end of it, you feel like an entirely new person. You give Alice and Fiona a massive tip, and they give you many thanks as they leave.
"Feel better now?" Eddie asks, pulling you into him once you're dressed in your robes again. He smiles at you, brushing your hair behind your ear.
"Mmm, yeah. It was really good." You lean in for a kiss, pressing your lips to his. You hum into him, pulling away a moment later to avoid heating things up again. You should save something for tonight.
"Good, and it's just the start of the amazing day I have planned." Eddie replies, a joyful gleam in his eye at the thought of absolutely spoiling you today.
"What's next on the agenda, baby?" You ask with a giggle.
"Well, you are gonna go shopping for an outfit to wear out to dinner. That includes lingerie, sweetheart. You can pick anything you want, you look sexy in everything." His large hands run up and down your sides, and he lets his eyes wander around your robed body as he speaks.
"And what are you gonna do when I'm gone?" You question, blushing at his lustful stare.
"I will be setting up the bedroom for tonight, that's all I can say. Now, get dressed and take the limo. And then meet me in the living room when you come back, okay? And no peeking!" Eddie instructs, pointing a warning finger at you.
"Okay, okay. I promise I won't spoil the surprise. Ugh, you treat me too well, Munson." You give him another kiss, long and warm this time. He can't resist squeezing your ass in his hands, and you feel him growing hard beneath his robe. "Mmm, naughty boy. I'd better get moving if I'm gonna look stunning tonight." You pat your hands on his chest, moving away to open your walk-in closet. You want something comfortable, and not too fussy since you'll be trying on lots of clothes today. You settle for some tight jeans, a vintage t-shirt, and some converse. That's another 'odd' thing about you. Unless it's absolutely required, you just can't be bothered to dress extravagantly at all. You find most high fashion and designer labels to be rather uncomfortable. That's not to say you have no sense of style, you just prefer keeping things simple.
You bring your desired outfit to the bed, along with a basic bra and panty set. You remove your robe, laying it over one of the chairs in the room. Eddie whistles at your naked body, which makes you laugh. "Damn, what a view!" He says, finding some clothes of his own to throw on. He follows your lead, keeping it simple until dinner tonight. You both dress quickly, no time to waste as there's so much to do. Eddie puts on some eyeliner in the bathroom, and you apply a light yet full face. Nothing crazy, just enough to enhance your flawless features. Eddie leads you to the front door once you're ready to go, opening the hulking thing by the ornate handle. "I'll see you later on, baby. Dinner is at 7:30, so take as much time as you need. I love you." He pulls you into a light kiss, giving your butterflies.
"I love you too, Eds. And I'm looking forward to tonight." You smile at him, turning to walk outside and into the limousine waiting for you. You slip into the leather seat, the driver, Jim, shutting the door for you. "Do you know where to go?" You ask through the small window between the backseat and the driver's end.
"Mr. Munson gave me all the details, ma'am. We'll be there in about twenty minutes." Jim replies, giving you a kind smile.
"Okay, thank you." You say back, looking out the window on your journey to wherever it is that Eddie has sent you off to. You watch as the car zooms past towering palm trees while the sun beats down on the city. Skyscrapers pierce the big blue, no clouds to be seen today. Tourists and socialites walk the streets, stopping for photos at the Hollywood stars. You see a girl working almost every corner, and a dealer or two hanging around not so inconspicuously outside businesses that are most certainly fronts for criminal activity.
Billboards and electric signs advertise everything under the sun for as far as the eye can see. An artful gallery of capitalism shoved in your face in pristine technicolor. Los Angeles, land of the consumer, home of the advertiser. The city often feels hollow, lifeless even. Everyone and everything feels phony. Like they're all made of cheap plastic, but labeled with a hefty price tag. That's not to say there aren't things you enjoy here. But if Eddie's career didn't rely on it, you'd live far, far away from a place like this. The limo stops outside a lavish lingerie shop, your first stop of the afternoon. "We have arrived, Miss. I'll be waiting out here for you." Jim announces, stepping out the driver's side to let you out onto the sidewalk.
"Thank you, Jim." You say politely, giving him a small wave as you walk towards the shop. You can see why Eddie chose it, the outside alone is quite the spectacle. The structure is a slick, sinful red building, with massive windows. Corsets, feather-trimmed robes, garter belts, bustiers, and crotchless panties are on display for all eyes to see. Every color and fabric you can imagine is at your disposal, dressed up perfectly on mirrored mannequins. You step inside, immediately greeted by a gorgeous young woman with a name tag that reads 'Tina'.
"Hello, and welcome to Le Boudoir. How may I help you today?" She asks in a chipper voice.
"Oh, um, I'm looking for something special for Valentine's Day." You reply, finding the space a little intimidating. The store is very large, with rack after rack of various forms of sexy underwear. All the furnishings are either that same cherry red or blinding silver as the window displays.
"Oh, who's the lucky guy?" Tina asks, and you can tell she's trying to suss out which celebrity you're attached to. She noticed you stepping out of the limousine, and all she saw was dollar signs.
"My husband, he's in a metal band. Corroded Coffin, I dunno if you've heard of it." You say awkwardly, you really hate to name-drop. But you get it, people around here get curious about the rich and famous. Tina's eyes widen, and her mouth falls agape.
"You're married to The Eddie Munson?!" She practically squeals. "I'm a huge fan!" Of course you are. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Sure, your husband is pretty amazing in every possible way. But fangirls seriously annoy you sometimes.
"Yes, I am. And I'm on a mission to find something that will drive him absolutely wild." You reply, laying on thick the fact that Eddie is your man.
"Well, you've come to the right place. What are you into? Leather, lace, silk? All of the above?" She's very eager to impress you, possibly thinking there's a chance she'll get something in return besides a sales commission.
"I'm not really sure. I don't want anything too complicated. But um...red is his favorite color." You hesitate on telling her that small fact. You've been trained pretty well by the band's PR team to not disclose any personal information about Eddie or the others. So you instinctively get a bad taste in your mouth after the words slip from your lips. It's innocuous, really, you're sure Eddie has probably revealed said fact in a silly teen magazine interview before.
"Ooh, a man of taste. Well, about half of our store is some shade of red. It's a very popular color. I'll take your measurements, and then I'll bring out some choices for you to try on. Sound good?" She says simply, clearly she's pretty good at her job.
"Great. Thanks." You reply, finding yourself feeling uncomfortable all over again. She knows you're married to Eddie, that he's a famous rockstar. But she doesn't even know your name, or care to. Though he talks about you every chance he gets, it's difficult for people to acknowledge your existence in his life. The media and the fans would much rather he appear single and available, so it's almost like you aren't real at times.
You spend well over three hours trying on countless bodysuits, bras, camisoles, and fishnets, tirelessly trying to find the perfect thing to wear for your man. Nothing feels right, and you're overthinking every combination of items you put on. "Okay, I can sense we're having some trouble here." Tina says kindly from the other side of the velvet curtain you're changing behind.
"I'm sorry, I've just never felt very confident in this stuff." You sigh, turning your body every which way in the teddy you're currently dressed in. You're checking every angle, trying to see yourself as sexy. But it's not working, this trip might be a bust.
"Well, confidence is key when it comes to lingerie. But I understand, it's uncomfortable for lots of women. Hmm...there's still one thing we haven't tried. I'll go get it for you." Tina says sympathetically, her heels clicking away from you. You remove what you currently have on, waiting for the saleswoman to hand over her final option. She sticks the hangers through the curtain, and you gladly take them. "Now, when you put this on, don't overthink it. Just think 'I am beautiful, I am sexy, and my man is gonna love this', okay?"
"Okay, I'll try." You put on the ensemble piece by piece, only looking in the mirror to make sure you've fastened in properly until it's complete. You clip the stockings to the garter belt, finishing the transformation. You dare to take a good, long look at your reflection, remembering what Tina told you. I am beautiful, I am sexy, and my man is gonna love this. You repeat the phrase in your head a couple of times, drinking in your own form. A sheer, red lace bustier pushes your tits upwards, adorned with tiny bows down the middle and sides. The garter belt, crotchless panties, and trim of the stockings match the corset, making you a true vision in crimson. The fabric feels delicious against your skin, and hugs all your curves just right. Damn, I look good. You bite your lip, knowing that this is the one. Nice job, Tina.
"So, what are we thinking? It's very quiet in there." She pipes up, you imagine she's gotten a bit tired bringing you countless pieces of underwear today.
"It's perfect! I'll take it." You reply, unable to stop smiling at how gorgeous you look.
"Great! I just know Eddie is going to flip out!" She says excitedly. The way she says it is odd, as if she's thinking about Eddie seeing herself in this little get-up as opposed to you. The thought makes your blood boil, but you refuse to let her fantasizing get under your skin. You're the one that gets to have him at the end of the day, that's all that matters. Tina rings you up, packing the lingerie nicely in a large black bag. She hands it off to you, seemingly expecting you to do something else. Here it is, she's gonna ask for tickets to a show, or a goddamn autograph if you have Eddie swing by just for her. Shit, fans really lack boundaries sometimes. She's about to open her mouth to ask for God knows what, but you don't wanna hear it. Not on your special day.
"Thank you for the help, Tina. Have a good day. Name's Y/N, by the way, though you didn't bother to ask." Her jaw claps shut at your demeanor, swallowing her inappropriate request. Without another word, you walk out the doors. Jim's waiting for you, holding the limo door open.
"Everything go alright in there, ma'am?" Jim asks, noticing you're looking less than happy.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Where to next?" You change the subject, sliding into your seat.
"I'm not at liberty to say, Mrs. Munson." He chuckles, finding his opportunity to keep up the surprise Eddie planned for you rather fun. Jim loves working for the two of you. You're exceptionally kind to him, which is hard to find in his line of work. He closes your door, walking to the driver's seat once again. You ride down a few blocks, stopping outside the Dior shop on Rodeo Drive.
"Jesus, Eds." You mutter, shaking your head. He really is too much. This trip goes much smoother than the other, although the employees here are much more snooty than Tina at Le Boudoir. You try on a few dresses, but you don't really like any of them. That is, until they bring out a breathtaking red gown designed by John Galliano. The dress goes down to the floor, layered with gorgeous, wispy tulle that's frayed at the ends. It's very edgy, very you. Not to mention, it matches the lingerie set you purchased earlier today. You purchase it and a pair of red heels immediately, feeling ecstatic and relieved that you've managed to find a gorgeous outfit to wear tonight.
"All set, ma'am?" Jim questions, noticing the huge smile on your face. He loves seeing how happy you and Eddie make each other. You're truly a fairytale couple in his eyes, a kind of love that comes around once in a lifetime.
"Yes. Thank you, Jim." You smile at him, waiting for the limo to start moving again. He takes you back home, with a few hours to go until dinner. You go back inside the house, finding the staff bustling around the halls and upstairs to your bedroom. You can hear Eddie making gentle commands up there, ensuring every detail is absolutely perfect. You let him be in order to maintain the mystery, setting your shopping bags down on the kitchen counter. You're feeling a bit peckish, so you grab one of the chocolate scones from the pantry as a small snack. Eddie's distinctive footsteps come down the steps, and he smirks when he finds you munching away on one of the kitchen barstools.
"Back so soon, sweetheart?" He says sweetly, wrapping his arms around your torso from behind. He plants a kiss on your neck, sending a flare up your skin.
"Yeah, I got the perfect thing to wear tonight. I can't wait for you to see it." You say through your chewing. "I see you've kept busy while I've been gone." You gesture at the staff running around the place.
"I certainly have. We're almost done, though. And I'm very excited to show it to you." Eddie replies seductively, nipping on your throat. You moan as you swallow, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access. "Don't fill up on pastries, baby. I'd hate for you to have no room left for dinner...and dessert." He chuckles darkly. He gives the hickey he's left on you a soothing lick, pulling away shortly after.
"Shit, you're such a tease, Eds." You whimper, shifting in your chair at the arousal spreading between your legs.
"I promise it'll be worth your while, sweetheart. I gotta finish this up, but I'll come back down and we can watch a movie." Eddie kisses your cheek before hopping back up the stairs to complete the arrangements.
You polish off your scone, scooping the crumbs off the counter and tossing them in the trash. You know you don't have to do that, but it's an old habit from childhood. Just because you have people to clean up after you, it doesn't mean you have to be a pig. You go to the living room, looking around your extensive collection of VHS tapes to find a film that fits the day. You think about something romantic first, like Pretty in Pink or Casablanca. But you're feeling like you want to go against the grain, opting for My Bloody Valentine instead. "Perfect." You say aloud to yourself. You and Eddie are avid horror fans, no matter the occasion. Today may be a holiday of romance, but this movie speaks to your common tastes more than anything else. And that's what you're meant to embrace today. Each other, for better or worse. It's all about connection, intertwining your hearts in your own unique way.
"Did you pick something, love?" Eddie says from behind you.
"Yes, I think I've found the perfect thing." You turn around so he can read the paper sleeve. He lets out an amused laugh, nodding in approval at your choice.
"I was hoping you'd go for that one, darling. Pop it in, and c'mere. I need my wife to cuddle me." He says lovingly, patting the spot beside him on the leather couch. You do as he asks, scurrying to the couch excitedly. Eddie puts a blanket over the both of you, and pulls you real close. "I love you, Y/N. I'm so glad I get to spend this day, and the rest of my life with you."
"I love you too, Eddie. You're my everything, and I wouldn't have it any other way." You share a brief kiss, before you lay your head on his shoulder. Eddie's hand strokes up and down your thigh as you watch the movie, making your skin tingle beneath the thin material. You hum quietly at the sensation, it really shouldn't turn you on so much. But you can't help it, the way he touches you is like nothing else on this earth. Your thighs squeeze together at the building pressure between them. He picks up on this, holding back the lusty chuckle forming in his throat. You're so easy to rile up, he'll never get enough of it. You feel yourself sinking further into the couch. You look at Eddie's face, finding he's still fixed on the movie while he teases you.
"Something wrong, princess? Is the movie too scary?" He asks playfully, noticing you staring. His head turns to look at you, finding your pupils blown out with desire. He bites his lip, knowing he's done for now.
"Uh-huh. But maybe if you kiss me, I won't be so scared." You form your mouth into a pout you know he can't resist.
"Anything for you, babe." He chuckles, cupping your cheek. He brings his face closer to yours, closing the gap between you. The kiss is smoldering, setting your insides on fire instantly. Your hands tangle into his hair, and he quickly maneuvers your bodies to lay over you. It's like you're dumb kids in high school again, clumsily making out on your couch. Only now there's no parents to catch you, no one to scare you into quickly separating while you readjust your fucked up hair and clothes. You both let out quiet moans as you kiss and grope one another, tongues rolling and hands wandering hungrily. You're still waiting until after dinner to do anything substantial, but it sure is fun to get yourselves amped up beforehand.
The movie ends without you realizing, and one of the maids, Angela, comes into the room. She turns off the TV for you, standing with her hands clasped before her. You take no notice, still lost in this red-hot embrace. She clears her throat to get your attention. "Pardon me, Mr. And Mrs. Munson. You said to remind you when it's time to get ready for dinner." She says matter-of-factly, ignoring your writhing bodies and vulgar noises.
"Thanks, Angela." Eddie replies between kisses as he doesn't want to stop.
"Eds, c'mon. You don't want to miss our reservation, do you?" You say through a laugh, gently pushing him away to let you breathe. You look to where Angela was standing, finding she's already left the room. You feel a bit bad, you can't imagine she enjoyed the view.
"I guess not." He whines before scooting off of you. You both stand, and he leads you by the hand to one of the spare bedrooms downstairs. "We'll have to get ready in here. I hope that's alright." He says as he opens the door. You see your shopping bags on the bed, and a garment bag holding whatever it is that Eddie plans to wear tonight. Your makeup has been brought down here for you, set out neatly on the bathroom counter. You notice there's a folding screen in the center of the room, allowing you both to have privacy when getting dressed.
"That's fine. I can't remember the last time we did the whole 'surprise outfit reveal' thing. Our wedding, maybe?" You smile at the memory and recall the image of Eddie's eyes tearing up at the sight of you in your wedding dress.
"That's right, angel. I wanted to make tonight extra special." He replies. "Go on, get ready. I had to call in a few favors to get the reservation we have, so we can't be late." He playfully shoos you away, handing you your bags so you can step onto the other side of the screen. You set the bags down, stripping off your clothes. They pile onto the floor, and your heart skips a beat when you pull the lingerie you bought from the bag. You slip into it so easily, unable to stifle a light moan at how sexy you feel in it. "You enjoying yourself over there, baby?" Eddie asks in a husky tone, trying to imagine what you look like right now. His mind runs wild with images of you in every kind of lingerie imaginable. It's taking everything in him to keep his erection at bay. It's just too easy to picture you in leather, or lace, kneeling before him or taking his cock from behind.
"I'm just very happy with my purchase at Le Boudoir, you're gonna lose it when you see me in this. Hell, even I'd fuck me right now." You laugh, continuing on to put on your Dior gown and high heels. It fits you like a glove, and so fucking comfortable it's unreal.
"I'm sure you look fucking amazing, doll. It's taking everything in me to be patient." He says, breathing heavier than usual.
"Me too, Eds. But I know the wait will be worth it." You zip up your dress, heading into the bathroom to your right. You close the door, applying some fresh makeup, still keeping things light, except for a bold red lip to match the rest of your look. You step back behind the screen once you're all ready, waiting to see how handsome Eddie looks.
"You ready, love?" He asks quietly, sounding nervous.
"Yes, darling." You reply with a smile. Eddie counts down from three, and you both step out from your hiding place to see each other. "Holy shit." You exhale, eyes widening at how amazing your husband looks. He's wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, with a bright fuschia shirt underneath. Half the buttons are left undone, Eddie loves to show off his chest. His tattoos peek out at you, and his necklaces twinkle in the light. He's got pristine, shiny black shoes on, and has kept his voluminous hair down. The deep brown locks cascade over his shoulders, framing his gorgeous face. "You look so fucking good, Eds." You smirk, noticing his signature rings still on his fingers.
"Not nearly as good as you, baby." He replies breathlessly. You look so beautiful, red from head to toe, his favorite color. Your makeup is flawless, and your hair hangs just right against your shoulders. He drinks in your form, admiring how your dress hugs your body in all the right places. He wasn't sure you'd find something you genuinely like at the Dior shop, it worried him that maybe he went overboard on that one. But to see you here like this, wearing one of the biggest smiles he's ever seen grace your face, he knows he made the right choice. "You are an absolute vision, princess." He gushes, sending a blush to your cheeks. He smiles at you, extending his hand. "Shall we?"
"Lead the way, handsome." You giggle, taking his hand. Eddie leads you back outside, assisting you in walking down the front steps in your gown. He helps you into the limo, following behind. The gifts you purchased for one another sit on the seat beside you. "So, where are we going?" You ask, unable to help yourself. You're absolutely buzzing with excitement.
"You'll just have to wait and see, Y/N." He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
"Ugh, you're killin' me!" You groan after failing to convince him to reveal this secret location. You decide to just go with the flow, every other surprise today has been pretty awesome. So there's no doubt that Eddie picked a great restaurant. You lay your head on his shoulder, snuggling up as best you can in this dress. You close your eyes, enjoying the smooth ride until the limo comes to a stop. You open your eyes, which are met with the 'most romantic restaurant in Los Angeles', Il Cielo. "Eddie! You did not!" You turn to him in utter shock.
"I did, baby. You deserve the best." He says with a smile. You step out into the setting LA sun, gazing at the rustic building before you. Lush vines and twinkling lights cover the outside, save for the elegant sign peeking out from the foliage. A few couples are seated outside, and you can see through the large front window that the inside is just as beautiful and busy. Eddie's brought you here only once before for a business dinner. The food was amazing, though you found the conversation boring. He always promised to bring you back, and until now you thought it would never happen. This place is always booked months in advance, especially for such a day as this.
"You're the best husband ever, you know that?" You press a hard kiss to his cheek, leaving a large mark of lipstick in the shape of your lips on his skin.
"Only because you're the greatest wife a man could ask for, angel." He returns your sentiment, holding your hand and the gifts in his grip to head inside. You make your way to the host's station, waiting behind the small line that has formed. When it's your turn, you're met with wide eyes from the maître d'. He seems to recognize Eddie, a real shocker there. He checks his list before either of you can speak, finding 'Munson' underlined on the paper with special instructions beside it.
"Right this way, Mr. Munson." He says to Eddie with a smile, looking at you for a moment. His smile grows wider, nodding to you. "Mrs. Munson." Well, that's the first time today that a stranger has actually acknowledged you as Eddie's wife. Not only that, seeing you here with him has made this particular stranger happy. You and Eddie follow the man to a table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Real rose petals cover the white tablecloth, leaving space for your plates and glasses. The maître d' pulls your chair out for you, gently pushing you in.
"Thank you." You say kindly, and he nods.
"It is certainly an honor to have you dining with us tonight. My name is Alfonse, and I will be handling your table personally this evening. Shall we start off with some wine, or champagne, perhaps?" Alfonse speaks cordially, searching your faces for an answer to his offerings.
"Wine would be great, Alfonse. We'll take whatever you recommend." Eddie says, reaching for his menu to take a look.
"Of course, sir. I have just the thing for such a special night, with such a special lady." Alfonse replies, giving you a friendly wink. You giggle at his charm, opening your own menu. The man leaves you two alone to retrieve the finest bottle in the place.
"Well, he's very nice." Eddie says casually.
"I'll say. He's the first person I've met today that's actually treated me like your wife, and been polite about it." You reply, struggling to hide the bitterness in your voice from your earlier interactions. Eddie reaches a hand across the table, taking hold of yours.
"I'm sorry, princess. I wish people weren't so goddamn rude. They treat me like a fuckin' king in this town, and yet they seem to forget the fantastic queen I have by my side." Frustration laces his tone, but he keeps it at bay. Tonight is meant to be special, and no one is going to ruin that. "But I'll never forget, darling. I'll just have to do a better job at reminding everyone who I belong to." He says, looking at you seriously. He means it with all his heart, he'll make damn sure everyone understands how important you are to him. And if they don't like it, then they don't deserve his presence.
"I appreciate it, Eds. So, what are you ordering?" You ask, unsure of the answer yourself. Everything just sounds so good.
"To be honest, I don't know." His brows knit as he stares at the menu, he knows he won't be able to pronounce all these damn Italian words. "I'll just ask Alfonse what he likes. No one knows the food better than the employees." He sets the leather-bound booklet back on the table, and you follow suit.
"Good enough for me. There's no way I can read anything off this thing without sounding like an idiot." You laugh, drawing one from Eddie as well.
"My thoughts exactly." He smirks while he toys around with his silverware. "So, should we do presents before or after food?" He asks.
"We can after Alfonse comes back with the wine. Sound good?" You reply, looking around subtly to see if the man is coming by anytime soon.
"Sure thing, sweetheart." Eddie says, noticing Alfonse coming towards your table with a large, bulbous bottle with straw weaved around the bottom.
"Here we are, our finest chianti." The man says as he pours each of you a glass. "Are you ready to order?"
"Yes, we would actually like you to surprise us. You seem to be a man of taste, so we'll take anything you give us." Eddie smiles at him, hoping he's not asking too much.
"Certainly, sir. I appreciate your trust in me." Alfonse replies, happy to take the compliment. He knows exactly what to bring you, he only hopes it's up to your expectations. "I'll put the order in for you, it shouldn't be long." He says, leaving the bottle at the table and heading to the kitchen.
"Okay, present time." Eddie smirks, bestowing you with his gift. You hand off his, and wait for him to open it. "Oh, me first?" He asks when you're both sitting in silence for a moment. You nod, biting your lip. You can't wait for Eddie to see what you got for him. He pulls a velvet ring box from the bag, raising an eyebrow at you. "A little late for a proposal, don't you think?" He jokes, making you laugh. He's so unserious sometimes.
"Jesus, babe, just open it already!" You insist, and he flips open the lid. His mouth falls slack-jawed at what he finds inside. It's a thick, silver ring that's in a similar style to his usual ones. But this one is very distinctive, as it's sculpted in the shape of the demon's head logo from his old D&D club. ‘Hellfire’, they used to call it. You remember it well, you used to be a member yourself back in the day. Eddie stares at the ring for a moment, overwhelmed with nostalgia. It's been so long since he's played a campaign, or even thought about the game at all. A single tear rolls down his cheek, this has to be one of the most thoughtful gifts you've ever given him.
"Y/N, this is amazing. I-I can't believe you remembered." He says, giving you a meaningful look.
"Of course I did, Eds. I used to be in Hellfire too, ya know. You really like it?" You ask, somehow doubting your gift.
"I love it, angel. Thank you. It's a perfect reminder of where we started, and how far we've come." He slips it onto a free finger on his right hand, outstretching his arm to admire it for a moment. "It's pretty kickass, too." He smiles, putting his hand back on the table. "Okay, it's your turn now!" He says excitedly.
You reach into the bag in front of you, digging around in the tissue paper. You pull out a hardcover book, and your eyes go wide when you realize what it is. It's your novel, fresh from the publisher. The dust cover displays the title, Planet Mystique, in bold, purple lettering. It's a sci-fi/fantasy novel with plenty of action and romance, told from the perspective of a badass female protagonist. The illustration on the front is of said main character, Straana, riding a pink pterodactyl-like creature. She's wearing her full-body armor, brandishing a gleaming sword as she glides into the battle of the Gamma Rebellion. Your name graces the bottom of the cover, Y/N Munson. You can't believe you're holding this, the book isn't due for release for at least another six months. "How did you-" You start to ask, but Eddie cuts you off.
"I convinced the publisher to make a copy just for you. This is what it'll look like on the bookstore shelves, and I just know it's gonna be a bestseller. You'll be busy writing the sequels in no time. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're unbelievably talented, and I can't wait for everyone else to see that." He says sweetly.
"Thank you, Eddie. I love it so much. This is fuckin' insane!" You exclaim, a little too loud. A few scowling faces of surrounding diners draw to you, and you blush hard while mouthing 'sorry' to them. Eddie chuckles at your embarrassment, you're too damn cute when your cheeks turn red.
"You're welcome, doll. Oh, look. Perfect timing." He says as Alfonse brings over your plates. The maître d' places the dishes in front of you, and the savory aromas hit your nostrils immediately. It looks amazing, and you wait for Alfonse to explain what it is he brought for you.
"For the lady, we have Burrata e Aragosta. Carnaroli rice with lobster and burrata cream sauce." Alfonse states, gesturing at your plate with a flourish. "And for the gentleman, Pappardelle al Cinghiale. It's homemade Pappardelle pasta, with roasted wild boar in its natural au jus, and Barolo wine. Enjoy, I'll come by with a very special dessert later on." He bows, going about his business once more.
You dig into your food, gathering a decent-sized bite of rice and lobster on your fork. You bring it to your lips, moaning at the rich, creamy flavors that explode in your mouth. "Mmm, fuck that's good."
"Sounds like it, I thought only I could make you moan like that." Eddie quips, taking in a mouthful of his own meal. He makes a similar sound, remembering what all the fuss of this place is about. The two of you devour every last bite of your food, the only sounds between you the occasional satisfied moan or slurp of wine. You can't help it, every single bite tastes so damn good. You set your fork down, wiping your mouth with the cloth napkin from your lap. Eddie does the same, and you both lean back in your seats and wait for dessert.
"Ah, I see you both have a very hearty appetite. Here is your dessert. Cuore di Cioccolata, a perfect end to your special meal." Alfonse says, taking away the empty plates and setting down a gorgeous, heart-shaped chocolate cake topped with raspberries before each of you. "Is there anything else I can do for you this evening? Or can I bring the check around?" He asks, in no rush at all.
"The check would be great, Alfonse. Thank you for taking care of us tonight." Eddie reaches into his suit jacket, pulling out his wallet. He takes the Amex out, handing it to the man. "Here, and tip yourself whatever our total is."
"Oh, that really isn't necessary." Alfonse attempts to be modest.
"No, no, I insist. You know what? To hell with it, double that!" Eddie exclaims, making the eyes of the maître d' bug out. He gasps, utterly shocked that your husband wants to tip him so much.
"Anything you say, sir! Thank you!" Alfonse beams, scurrying away to process the bill.
"Jeez, Eds. Sounds like Alphonse's wife gets to have a special night, too." You giggle, always amazed at Eddie's generosity. You suppose it's due to his more than humble childhood. Living in a trailer with his uncle Wayne, selling drugs to provide for himself. At his core, he's still that same geeky kid you first met all those years ago. Kind, sweet, always looking out for those who need him most. And now he has the disposable income to spoil his friends and family, and act as a charitable stranger to people who deserve it.
"Absolutely, he did a fantastic job for us tonight." He says simply, cutting into his cake with his fork. You do the same, gobbling up every last crumb as politely as you can manage. Alphonse returns with the credit card, setting it and Eddie's receipt on the table.
"Thank you for dining with us at Il Cielo. Please, take your time, and we hope to see you again soon." He says kindly.
"Thanks, Alphonse. Have a good night." You reply sweetly, and he chuckles.
"I see you liked the cake very much, ma'am." He wipes his thumb against his bottom lip, signaling that you've got a spot of chocolate on your face.
"Oh, sorry." You blush, wiping your mouth frantically with your napkin.
"It's quite alright. It's been a long time since I've seen a lovely couple like yourselves actually enjoy the food here." He says in a hushed tone, as if it's a secret that the other patrons here may go through life with their heads up their own rear ends.
"We really did, it was delicious." You reply with a smile.
"Glad to hear it. Have a wonderful Valentine's Day, you two." He leaves your table for the final time, tending to the front door once again. You and Eddie gather your things, heading outside.
"Holy shit, it's Eddie Munson!" A man in the line to get inside shouts. This causes everyone's heads in your vicinity to lock on to you and your husband.
"Great." Eddie mutters, rolling his eyes. He pulls you along a little faster, and other people start to gather and get in your way.
"I'm such a big fan! Can I have an autograph?" A young woman asks desperately.
"How about a picture?" Another shouts. The situation is quickly getting out of hand, sending your anxiety levels through the roof. You've told Eddie to hire a bodyguard a hundred times over, but he's insisted it's not necessary.
"Please? My daughter loves your music!" Another voice from an unknown location begs. You're verbally assaulted by person after person, wishing you could reply with the thoughts the attacks evoke.
"I love you! You're so sexy, Eddie!" No shit, Sherlock.
"Marry me Eddie! I wanna have your babies!" He's taken, bitch. Plus, ew.
"Who's this woman you're with? Is she a prostitute?" That's fuckin' rude. Do I really look like a hooker?
"When's the next album coming out?" Wouldn't you like to know?
"Is it true that you're secretly hooking up with your bandmates?" What the actual fuck?
You both just keep walking, giving no outward reaction to any of these invasive questions. You're struggling to find Jim in the growing sea of bodies. Eddie holds your hand tightly, his face hardening as the crowd only seems to expand, the edge of the street miles away now. Endless voices and faces ebb and flow like harsh waves, bombarding you with every form of unwelcome attention. You can't think straight, and someone tries to yank the gift Eddie gave you from your grasp. You almost fall over from the force of the grubby hands clawing at you. You look to Eddie to figure out what to do, but he's just as overwhelmed as you are, if not moreso.
"Alright! That's enough! If you don't stop harassing Mr. Munson and his wife, I'll report all of you to the police!" You hear Alphonse practically scream from the edge of the crowd. The rabid gathering turns to glare at him, but he is far from intimidated. "You should be ashamed of yourselves! I suggest you let them through to their vehicle right this instant! Otherwise, I've got some very bulky waiters who are just dying for a good fight." This statement seems to strike some fear into the vultures, which makes a wide grin spread across Alphonse's face. "I thought so. Go on now, get out of here!" They collectively flinch, quickly dispersing to reveal Jim standing a few feet away from you with the door open.
"Thank you, Alphonse. You didn't have to do all that." Eddie says apologetically. He knows it doesn't look so good to have a mob form outside such a fine establishment.
"No trouble at all, sir. Are you both alright?" He asks in genuine concern.
"Yeah, we're okay. I think we'll have to hire some security to keep that from happening again, though." Eddie laughs nervously, his heart still pounding from how awful that experience was.
"I highly advise you to do so. People are crazy, especially in La La Land." Alphonse jokes, putting you both at ease. "Alright, you'd better leave before they try to swarm again. Hopefully the rest of your evening goes smoothly."
"It certainly will. Goodnight, Alphonse." You reply, before turning away to finally get back in the limo to go home. You exhale loudly, puffing your cheeks while you slide into the seat. Eddie follows suit, and the door closes behind you. Finally, safe and sound again. You lean into one another, and Eddie puts his arm around you to keep you close.
"You okay, baby? I know that got pretty scary." He says softly. He feels awful that this happened, and on your special night of all things. He curses himself for not listening when you've hounded him to hire security.
"I'm okay, but some asshole tried to steal my book. Thankfully I'm stronger than whoever it was." You look down at the novel, noticing a small rip in the dust cover. Damn.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I promise I'll call around to get the best bodyguard possible, okay? I never want this to happen again." He kisses your temple, resting his forehead on yours afterwards. "God, did you hear some of the shit they were saying? Who in their right mind thinks any of that is okay?" He squints his eyes shut tight in disgust, utterly annoyed at the thought of it.
"I know! Like, do I look like a streetwalker? I hate to be that girl, but this is Dior, for fuck's sake!" You exclaim, gesturing wildly at your dress with your hands.
"You don't look like anything other than my gorgeous wife, baby." He says calmly, hoping to relax you after that unpleasant moment.
"Good, because I really like this dress." You chuckle, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.
"I know you do, sweetheart." He laughs lightly. You spend the rest of the ride home in silence, needing some time to fully calm down. The moon has come out to play, and the street lights flash against the windows as you ride past. You pay no attention to the outside world, you've had more than your fair share of it for the time being. You're safe inside your Eddie-sized bubble, kept warm and secure in his strong arms.
"We've arrived at your home, Mr. and Mrs. Munson. Have a good night." Jim says with a yawn. He's looking forward to going home to his wife for the night. You and Eddie climb out of the limo, walking up the steps and into the house.
"You ready for your final surprise, angel?" Eddie asks, the anticipation building for the main event of the evening.
"More than anything, love." And with that, he gently leads you by the hand to the large doors of the bedroom. He lets go of your hand, slowly twisting the doorknobs. He reveals the room to you, which looks completely different to how it did this morning. You step inside, absolutely dumbstruck. There's lit candles all over the room, some in high-standing candlesticks, others on every table at Eddie's disposal. Rose petals cover the bed, which is dressed in beautiful red and black sheets. An ice bucket with a perfectly chilled bottle of champagne sits on the nightstand, along with a large box of chocolates. And the cherry on top, is a video camera positioned on a tripod a couple feet from the end of the bed.
"What do you think, baby?" Eddie asks lowly, standing right behind you after closing the doors. His arms wrap around your waist, and he nudges your hair aside to plant blazing kisses to your neck. You can feel him getting hard in his pants, and you instinctively press yourself back into him. He groans at the friction.
"It's perfect, Eds. Just like everything else you've done for me today. And the camera is a nice touch." You laugh breathily, slowly grinding against him repeatedly.
"I was hoping you'd like that." He smirks through his kisses. His hands wander up your front, taking hold of your breasts through your dress.
You moan at his groping. "I really do. I've always wanted to try it. And you know...I've heard it's just as fun to watch the tape back as it is to make it." You turn around, needing to touch him. Your hands run up and down his chest, slipping into his loosely buttoned shirt. You feel up his warm skin, trailing your fingertips anywhere you can reach. You trace his tattoos, drawing small groans from Eddie at the contact.
"You wanna help me get undressed, princess?" He asks, wanting so badly for you to strip him down.
"Sure thing, Eds." You grin, reaching for the lapels of his jacket. You push the fabric from his shoulders, and he slips the jacket off his arms. It lands on the floor, fully exposing his fuschia shirt. "God, you look so sexy in this suit, baby." You observe aloud, biting your lip. Eddie's always had such great style, although he looks good in everything. You undo the rest of his buttons at an agonizing pace, pulling the shirt tails out of his slacks. The shirt joins the jacket on the floor, leaving Eddie topless. His bare torso makes your mouth water, he truly is a sight to behold. Smooth, supple skin, subtle muscle definition, badass tattoos inked on almost every available inch, all illuminated beautifully in the candlelight. He's so damn perfect, leaving you wondering how you got so lucky.
"Uh-oh, has my rockin' body distracted you again, Y/N?" Eddie asks half-jokingly. He'll never get enough of the awestruck expression that permeates your face when you see him in all his glory.
"Maybe." You meet his eyes, no doubt your pupils are blown out with desire. You bring your lips to his, kissing him hungrily. You quickly move on to his jaw, his neck. You nibble and suck the flesh of his throat. He whimpers at the sensation, the sound of which makes arousal spread inside your panties. Your hand wanders downwards, quickly taking hold of his erection.
"Fuck, baby." He groans as his eyes flutter closed. You keep palming him, lowering your body to kiss his chest. You drag your tongue all around his skin, and playfully bite his nipples. "I love it when you do that." Eddie sighs blissfully, enjoying every move you make on him. You continue to bring yourself to your knees, kissing his stomach, dipping your tongue into his belly button. "That tickles." He says with a light laugh. You stop groping him for a moment, needing both hands to undo his belt. You get it open, and unzip his pants. He's still got his shoes on, but you don't care. You want his cock in your mouth, and you want it now. His slacks gather at his ankles, and you yank down his boxers to join them. His dick slaps his stomach, precum beaded on the tip.
"You want me to suck your cock, baby?" You ask teasingly, looking up at him with your hands resting on his thighs.
"Yes, please." Eddie begs. Your messing around has wound him up significantly. You take his length in your hand, pumping him a few times. "Shit." He groans, pleading with his eyes for you to give him what he wants.
"Patience, love. You'll get what you want." You coo, licking light circles around his tip. He moans again, anticipating your next move. You drag your tongue up and down his shaft, still warming him up. Helpless noises leave his lips, each of which sends a rush to your pussy. You're getting absolutely soaked, dripping onto your dress through the slit in your underwear. You finally take him in your mouth, effortlessly swallowing all his inches.
"Oh, god." He mutters, already getting close from all your teasing. His hand grips your head, fingers tangling in your hair. You bob back and forth on him, your nose brushing against his mound of hair with every stroke. You swirl your tongue around him as you work. You know all the right moves to drive Eddie wild. "Feels so good, baby. Such a good girl for me." He praises, drawing closer to his release.
"Mmm." You moan around him, sending vibrations through his lower half.
"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart." Eddie says, breathing heavily. He can't stop moaning, and calling out your name. Everything you're doing feels so fucking good. You've always been massively talented at giving head, and it's only gotten better with time. "Keep going, I'm almost there, baby." He instructs, his eyes squeezed shut as he awaits his release.
"Mmm." You moan again, becoming needy for your upcoming turn. You reach around to grip his firm ass, wanting to bring yourself closer to him. You massage the rounds of him, only increasing his pleasure. You gag on him over and over, your eyes watering as you work overtime to make him lose control.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Just a little more..." He trails off, gripping your head harder. He thrusts himself into you, chasing his high. You let him use you in any way he wants, breathing through your nose as he chokes you with his cock. "Such a good girl for me, angel. Taking my dick so well- shit. Gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours." He's babbling, his mind scrambling as his stomach begins to tense. "Fuck!" He shouts, his hips bucking into you harder than before. His hot load spills down your throat, his toes curling inside his shoes. He lets you out of his grasp, and you slip off of him. You gasp for air, swallowing hard. "Thank you, baby. That was so fuckin' amazing." He says lovingly, helping you stand up again.
"You're welcome, darling." You give him another kiss, which quickly turns into making out. Your tongues roll against each other, dialing up your desperation. You have to feel him touch you. Hands, face, cock, it doesn't matter. You want him in every way he'll give himself to you.
"I take it you want a turn now, sweetheart?" Eddie says quietly, your lips still barely brushing against one another.
"More than anything, Eds." You practically whine.
"Anything for you, baby. Let me get my shoes off, and how 'bout you lose the dress?" He politely commands, and you nod. You let him sort himself out, and you slowly pull the zipper down the back of your gown. You wait until Eddie's looking at you to take it off. "C'mon, love. Show me what you've got on under there." He bites his lip, becoming very excited again. You do as he asks, carefully pushing the dress down your body to reveal the lingerie you picked out for him. His eyes widen with every inch you expose, and his cock is already getting hard at the sight of you. You step out of the dress bunched at your feet, still standing in your high heels. You put your hand on your hip, posing casually.
"What do you think, Eddie? Do you like it?" You smirk, loving the awestruck expression on his face.
"You look gorgeous, baby." He says in disbelief. He moves closer to you, taking in every last detail. The bustier pushing your tits up, the ravishing red fabric sitting deliciously on your skin. He circles you, wanting to see all possible angles. "So fuckin' sexy, Y/N. God, I just want to take you right now." He meets your front again, unable to stop staring at your body.
"There's one last little detail you haven't seen, love." You spread your legs apart slightly, taking hold of his hand. You gently lead him between your legs, letting him feel for himself that there's no crotch in these panties.
His eyes widen further at this discovery, he gasps. "Oh, my god." He groans, his dick twitching at your little surprise. His fingers stroke your folds, spreading the excessive wetness around. You whimper at the sensation, your hips jolting when he runs over your clit. "And you're so fuckin' wet for me, too." You're gonna kill him at this point, every part of this is blowing his mind. He easily pushes two fingers into your cunt, curling them ever so slightly.
"Eddie." You moan out, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep your balance. He continues to finger you while walking you backwards to the bed. You let out muted moans, your insides setting alight as he pleases you. He pushes you down onto the bed, taking his digits out of you for a moment. You whine at the loss, but quickly realize he's just turning on the camera. The red blinking light comes on, and you're officially being recorded. You scoot backwards, trying to get as much into the camera's view as possible.
"You're so gorgeous, Y/N. The most beautiful woman in the world." Eddie compliments you, climbing onto the bed to hover over you. You're laying sideways on the bed, ensuring the camera will capture everything you do to each other. Eddie kisses you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You both moan into the kiss, hands wandering over each other's bodies. He lowers his hand to your pussy again, rubbing circles on your clit.
"Oh, fuck. Feels so good, baby." You say as you break the kiss. He shoves his fingers into you again, rougher than before. Your breath catches at the contact, your back arching off the bed. His other hand cups one of your breasts, massaging the flesh harshly. "You know, the woman that sold me this seemed to be imagining herself in it instead. She wanted to be here with you, in my place." You say in a seductive tone, and he picks up on what you're doing. You're using your jealousy to increase your own pleasure. "But you only want me, don't you?" You state this more as a fact than a question, needing Eddie to affirm the sentiment.
"I only want you, Y/N. Nobody else, not some starlet that throws herself at me, not an overzealous fan, not a lingerie saleswoman. Just you, because you are the most wonderful woman in the universe." He replies, his tone dark and sweet at the same time.
"Good boy." You say breathlessly as he increases his pace. He blushes at the nickname, you don't pull it out all that often. He loves it though, the way you can both play off one another so comfortably and easily. "I love how good your fingers feel, baby. But your mouth feels even better." You gaze up at him as you speak, caressing his cheek. He gets the message, pressing a few kisses to your cleavage before crawling downwards to position his face between your legs. His breath fans over your pussy, and he slowly removes his fingers from you. You sit up abruptly, taking hold of his wrist. You lock eyes with him as you lick your arousal from his skin. You moan at the taste, so sweet and musky.
"Damn, that's hot." Eddie murmurs, his words brushing against your core. He tents your knees, spreading your legs apart nice and wide. He wants to capture every second of this, to replay these intimate moments with you over and over. His tongue pokes out from behind his lips, making contact with your clit.
"Oh, Eddie." You gasp, your head falling backwards a moment. You're resting on your elbows, wanting to watch everything he does to you. Eddie licks and sucks every centimeter of you, from your bundle of nerves to your dripping entrance. His wet muscle feels so warm against you, flicking all the right places expertly. You can sense your release building higher and higher, just waiting to come tumbling down. You're covered in sweat, making your lingerie stick to you. "I love it when you eat me out, baby. Your tongue is so wet and warm. Fuck, I can't get enough." Eddie happily accepts your praises, growing unbearably hard at how pretty the words sound coming from your lips. He shoves his tongue inside your cunt, drawing a loud moan out of you. He keeps pressing your g spot like a button that makes dulcet noises escape your lungs with every push. You're getting very close, needing just a little bit more.
You weave your fingers in his hair and hold his head down. You tug roughly on his curly locks, and he grunts against you. "Mmm." The vibrations take your breath away. A large wave signaling your oncoming orgasm crashes over you.
"Do that again, Eds. I'm so close." You whimper. He does as you ask, another wave rolling over. "More. Make me cum, baby. I need you." Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breath coming out in a shallow panting. He repeats the action, stronger than before. That's all it takes for you to lose all control. "Oh, god! Eddie!" You cry out as your thighs begin to shake. Eddie keeps a firm hold on you to keep your body steady. You cum hard on his face, and he swallows as much of your juices as he can. He groans at the taste, furthering your high with even more vibrations. Stars blur your vision, and a fresh layer of sweat coats your skin. You fall backwards onto the bed, letting your eyes slip shut as you come back down to earth.
"That was beautiful, baby." Eddie says while lovingly stroking your thighs. He moves to lie down next to you, giving you the softest of kisses. You open your eyes to look at him, finding his kind face admiring you. "Hey there, my love." He smiles.
"Hey there, yourself." You reply cheekily. "That was really fuckin' good, by the way. Some of your best work."
"Oh, you think so? No notes, then?" He chuckles, playing around.
"None whatsoever, babe. You always know how to please me completely." You give him a kiss of your own, keeping things light. You're both still cooling off from your first orgasms, slowing down to savor every moment.
"I try my best." He turns onto his side, rolling you with him so he can spoon you. "Mmm, I love you, baby." He says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
"I love you too, darling." You sigh, melting into his touch. You sense things heating up again, his dick is poking into your ass like before.
"You ready for more, sweetheart?" Eddie asks seductively, right in your ear. His breath fans hotly against your neck, making you shiver.
"Yes, please." You reply, barely above a whisper. Eddie grabs your thigh, angling your leg to lay over his. He's tender and gentle, his large hand trailing across your skin with every touch. He takes his dick in his hand, rubbing the head against your folds to lube you both up. You share a moan at the feeling, and turn your heads to share another kiss. Eddie slowly pushes his cock into your pussy, your walls swallowing him up completely. He brushes against your sweet spot, his tip hitting your cervix once he bottoms out. "You're so big, Eddie." You say against his lips.
"All for you, dollface." He replies. He pulls almost all the way out, before slamming back in. You cry out, and his breath hitches at your insides flexing around him. "Fuck, you're so wet and tight for me. Fuckin' gorgeous." He pulls out, and thrusts back into you even harder.
"I need more, love." You whine at him, wanting him to completely let loose.
"More what? Use your words, be a good girl." He commands, a dark thrill shooting through you at his tone. He thrusts roughly again, his hips smacking against your ass.
"I want you to fuck me harder, Eddie. Go faster, ruin me." You beg, not a care in the world for how needy you sound.
"I love it when you beg, baby. It's impossible to resist." He says with a wicked smile, before taking a hard grip on your waist. He starts hammering into your pussy, hitting your special spot every single time.
"Just like that, Eds! You feel so goddamn good, don't stop!" You exclaim, enjoying every second of this. "I want you to tear me apart, fuck me again and again until there's nothing left."
"You're such a greedy little thing tonight, aren't you? So needy for my cock, my perfect little freak. I'll give you anything you want, princess. You take my dick so well." Eddie speaks through gritted teeth, the words flowing directly to your brain. Every syllable dizzies your head, pushing you further toward the edge. Eddie's doesn't seem too far behind, his thrusts becoming unfocused. "Roll over for me, baby." He pants, pulling out of you and getting onto his knees. You do as he asks, putting your ass in the air for him while you rest on your elbows. He rams his dick into you just barely after you get a good grip on the blankets beneath you.
"Fuck!" You cry out. "You getting close, baby?" You ask, noticing Eddie's balls tightening as they slap against you.
"Yes, angel. I can tell you're almost there, too. You're squeezin' me so tight." He struggles to get the words out. Your walls flutter around him in the most exquisite way. His rings dig into your flesh, holding your hips for dear life as he chases your high along with his own. Your bodies are soaked with sweat, hair clinging to faces and beads of moisture rolling down cheeks. "C'mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me." Eddie groans, bringing his hand around to rub your clit. He makes perfect circles with just the right amount of pressure to seal your fate.
"Eddie!" You shout, falling helplessly into the depths of your second orgasm. Your front end crumbles, utterly powerless as pure ecstasy courses through you. You moan consistently against the sheets, muffling your sounds. Your pussy clamps down onto Eddie's length, and he pulls out just before he loses control.
"Good girl, Y/N. So fuckin' pretty when you cum. A perfect mess, just for me." Eddie grunts out the words as he jerks himself off, positioning the tip just above your ass. "Fuck, princess." His stomach clenches, and his load spurts out in hot white ropes. You feel his release spill over you, soaking through your panties and running down your thighs. A drop of it lands right on your clit, making you jolt. You're just about to let yourself collapse onto the bed, assuming Eddie's finished. But clearly he's only getting started. He doesn't want to stop, feeling far too gluttonous to tap out now. He manages to stay hard, and shove himself into you once more.
"Shit, Eds. I thought you were done." You gasp, still sparking from your previous orgasm. You've had no time to recover, and it won't take long to make you lose it again.
"Far from it, darling. I need you, to feel you soak my cock, to hear you scream my name. I'm not gonna stop until you beg me to." He almost growls, cursing at how sensitive he feels. He's never seriously tried to go another round so quickly, it typically doesn't work out. But this night, and the way you look in your sexy lingerie, it's taken him to an extremely intense place. You keep pulsating steadily around him, quickly adding on top of the existing pleasure still roiling inside you.
"Go ahead, love. Use me any way you like. Fuck me 'til I can't walk for a week." You whimper, feeling the waves crashing over you again. "Oh, god. I'm gonna cum again." You say as a warning, but it only makes Eddie work harder. He snaps his hips, hitting your g spot at an entirely new angle. "FUCK!" You scream, legs trembling once again. Your walls constrict like a snake, overstimulating his cock.
"Good girl." He huffs, still keeping up the punishing rhythm. You're moaning and whining helplessly as he extends your pleasure. You feel a rush of cum flow out of your pussy, dripping messily onto the bed and your thighs. "Such a dirty girl for me, making a mess all over the bed." He says, watching the erotic scene before him. He stares at his cock pounding into you, and your cum spilling everywhere. It's one of the most phenomenal things he's ever seen. You don't squirt often, but Eddie loves it when you do.
Your fists ball the sheets tightly, tears of overstimulation running down your face. It feels so good, and you don't wanna stop. "Make me do it again, Eddie. I'll be a good girl for you. I'll soak the entire bed if that's what you want." You offer, playing to his dark tendencies that you hold so dear.
"Don't mind if I do." He says through a groan. He starts rubbing your clit again, setting you off not a minute later.
"OH MY GOD!" You scream. You swear you're bursting into flames, everything feels so fucking amazing. You pulsate again, your legs jolting beyond your control, tugging on Eddie's dick. More cum gushes out of you, splashing onto his chest and stomach, and your back through his continued thrusts.
"Fuck, Y/N!" He moans, you're more tight and warm and wet than you've ever been before. The flood of fluids rushing over him makes his eyes roll back into his head. Eddie's still not quite reaching his third orgasm, but he knows he will if he can get just one more out of you. "I'm getting close again, baby. Just do one more for me. You feel so fuckin' good." He forces the words out, he's so close it almost hurts.
"Anything for you, love. Cum inside me, claim me as yours." You whine. Your muscles won't stop tensing and quaking, it's like you're not in control of your body anymore. All you know is overwhelming pleasure, waiting for the final explosion to detonate. Your ass stings from the constant, rough slapping of skin, which only increases from your mess covering everything. You're full-on crying at this point, unable to hold back as he builds you up one final time.
"Almost there, sweetheart. You can do it, you're such a good girl." Eddie encourages you. His own hips begin to stutter, he's seconds away from losing it. His brows knit, and his abdomen becomes tight. "FUCK!" He yells, bucking into you as his load spills into your cunt. The feeling of his release stickily coating your insides makes you cum one final time.
"Oh, god! Eddie! I'M GONNA-" You're cut off as the air completely empties from your lungs. Your vision blacks out, and for a moment you think you've died. It's like you've exploded into a million stars, white-hot and flying across the night sky. You can't comprehend a damn thing, all that exists is you and Eddie in this moment. The sheer amount of cum that explodes from you feels positively inhuman. It's like someone dumped a huge bucket of warm water all over you and Eddie. The sheer force of it pushes his dick out of you.
"Fuck, baby. Holy shit." He slips backwards on the mattress, left to witness what he can only assume is all the moisture in your body splashing onto the bed. He watches in complete shock, eyes wide and jaws sat open. You cum for a solid fifteen seconds, so hard it almost hurts. And by the end of it, you're more spent than you've ever been. You collapse onto the bed, gasping for air and sobbing. Eddie gets up to turn off the camera, there's no need to record you crying in the aftermath. He helps you sit up, but you feel dehydrated and dizzy. Your chest heaves and hiccups as you attempt to calm down. He keeps an arm around you, holding you close for comfort. "Are you alright, love?" Eddie asks, worried he's gone too far with you this time.
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine. It w-was amazing, Eds." You say through your sobs, giving him an exhausted smile. You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily. You do it a couple more times and it seems to soothe you enough to speak properly. "I love you so much, darling. Happy Valentine's day." You say sweetly, giving him a tender kiss.
"I love you too, sweetheart. You were unbelievable. I'll never forget this special night we shared." He replies, just as content as you. "How 'bout we take a shower, and get you some water? I'll have someone come in and change the sheets, and then we can watch the tape back if you want." Eddie suggests, helping you stand up.
"Sounds perfect, love." He leads you to the bathroom, assisting you in removing the soaked lingerie set and high heels. He slips on his robe for a moment, leaving the bedroom to summon someone to clean up the bed for you. He rejoins you, and you wash away all the mess of tonight's activities. You find the bed freshly made for you once you finish. Eddie grabs the camera from the tripod, and you both slip under the covers in the nude to relive the amazing sex you just had. You snuggle up real close, and Eddie rewinds the tape to start at the beginning.
Tonight couldn't have been more perfect. The shopping, the dinner, Eddie's gift, the sex tape, it's all been absolutely amazing. Sure, you're gonna be waddling around like a penguin for the next few days. But it's all worth it to know that Eddie loves you above all else. And you love him to the ends of the universe and back.
The end.
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Be My Daddy – Mix 2 (John Frederik Fortis)
Young and Beautiful – Dan Heath Rough Mix (Mix 1)
Your Girl – Kieron Menzies Mix (Mix 11)
New Production Credits
My Best Days (Benjamin Hudson McIldowie)
Back to tha Basics (Timothy Elliott Larcombe)
1949 (Lee Nadel, Richard G. Mercurio)
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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE & THE OUTLINE: HIGHLIGHTS & SET LIST!
December 12, 2006
Words can't really describe what The Outline & My Chemical Romance did to over 2,000 screaming fans on Monday night at the House of Blues in Vegas.
But since that's my job - here goes....
MCR fans started showing up about 36 hours before the show! They waited oh-so-patiently (if a little obsessively) in the casino for the big moment. 15 minutes before doors opened, the excitement in the air was palpable as the crowd, packed in like cattle, prepared for the stampede.
Meanwhile, I won $6.75 playing the slots.
The Outline took the stage first, and totally wowed everyone with their brand of rough, aggressive rock 'n roll. Their set up is the classic 2 guitars, bass, keys, drums - sometimes they're primal; sometimes they're straight-ahead, but always they rokk.
Lead singer Graham Fink strutted around the stage, slinging his hair like hash, and the crowd ate it all up. He's an excellent frontman - good witty banter, he introduced songs & he plugged the band's name often. At the end of their set, drummer Ryan Rabin threw his sticks into the ocean of people, and they were snapped up like a Barry Bonds' homerun ball.
Then the HOB crew set up the Black Parade banner in front of the stage. As it rose higher & higher, so too did the ferocity of teenage screams - building into a "We want My Chem" - clap-clap-clapclapclap mantra. Normally I wear earplugs at shows for the band - this time I had to protect my fragile ears from the rabid fans!
Finally - THE moment arrived and MCR took the stage. GWay revealed, "I always wanted to be a Vegas showgirl - this will have to do!"
Of course, the packed house of 2k+ was singing along. And when I say singing along, I mean they sang every word of every verse and every chorus of every song. I'm completely serious.
The waltz-time "Mama" reminded me of jangling skeletons as Gerard pranced around like an underworld dandy, pale cheeks sucked in. Meanwhile, security was lifting smooshed fans to safety, including a mother and her young son.
Gerard is truly a gifted and astonishing front man. He's just got so much damn energy - like a band leader on PCP. This was especially true on "Black Parade" as he orchestrated 2,000 hand thrusts en masse. In fact, I think that guy has a hand gesture for every lyric. Before launching into the chorus, he yelled, "Vegas - I wanna hear you sing every @#$%ing word!" Mosh pockets and crowd surfing ensued, while Ray Toro shredded triumphantly ala Queen.
This was a perfect example of the amazingly seamless give-and-take of energy between MCR and their raving fans. Its a chicken & egg thing, so its impossible to say whose energy is feeding whom, but the crowd was able to respond immediately to whatever vocal or rhythmic demands Gerard placed on them. Its a good thing he didn't tell them to drink red koolaid.
I also noticed that he seems to have studied from the great front-men who came before him. There was Jagger's Rooster Strut, Hendrix's Finger Worshipping on Bended Knees, Axl Rose's Mic Slither, among others.
BTW - I think there should be a Black Parade Workout Video. You'd definitely get in shape, if you could keep up. Plus, since you'd be wearing black - you'd sweat A WHOLE LOT.
Oh yeah - I need to give a shout-out to the really stellar lighting job at this show. I don't know your name, but you do your job VERY WELL.
I'd also like to give my commendations to all the parents who came to the show with their younguns. Many of you seemed just as fanatic about MCR as your kids! If my parents had been that cool when I was a kid, my teen angst would've been severely mitigated.
MCR dedicated "I Don't Love You" to "our very special friend," Rob Cavallo. Hopefully that wasn't a secret message.
Frank, Ray & Mikey were using wireless instruments. This allowed for unprecedented stage thrashability.
Between the show and the encore, the fans sounded like the primate house at the zoo just before feeding time. When MCR took the stage again, Gerard was feeling gracious: "Thank you all so much for coming out and @#$%ing believing in this. We've been doing this for 5 years and it doesn't get harder - it gets a whole lot more fun!"
The lighters were broken out for "Cancer", the first encore. Its just so MEANINGFUL, man!
The show was definitely a black mass presided over by MCR, with the congregation reaching a feverish, ecstatic state. I almost expected people to start babbling in tongues.
Afterwards, the Meet & Greet was like a well-oiled machine. Maybe they've done this a few times?
1. The End
2. Dead!
3. Disappear
4. Not Okay
5. Cemetery
6. Mama
7. The Black Parade
8. I Don't Love You
9. Venom
10. Teenagers
11. Give Em Hell
12. House Of Wolves
13. Famous
14. Prison
--> ENCORE
1. Cancer
2. Helena
OH - And dude that gave me the CD for his band THE SCIENCE......I handed it directly to Gerard Way. He says he listens to every album he gets. Good luck!
What'd y'all think of the show?!
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Little longish update!
Hello my awesome people, I hope you're all doing great 🖤
I've been quiet for a while because of my recovery - turns out getting better is messier than getting sick HAHAHA but guess I'll go through it.
Got another appointment with my nutritionist on monday and last month I already managed to put up some weight, so that's a huge win!!
Unfortunately, my mind's been running low with ideas to write currently, and I do apologize. Also, to everyone interacting with me, I WILL ANSWER YOU LOVELY BEINGS PROPERLY 🖤🖤 I hadn't had enough energy to do it currently T-T
I will muster my energy to reply to every single of you gentle souls out here, but do know you make my days shine brighter and I'm endlessly thankful to all of you in this blog 🥰
On a side note, I feel like I'm getting myself back - can't quite explain it, but it's such a beautiful feeling. My sister took me to the Guns n' Roses concert last weekend and hell, I didn't know I freaking NEEDED that in my life!!
Guns IS on my Top 5 favourite bands of all time, I know all lyrics and useless trivia, I fangirl for all of them and my heart almost jumped from my chest when I saw the packed stadium. I forgot how much I LOVE this kind of stuff!!
Of course, next day I had absolutelly no voice thanks Mr. Axl Rose for making me scream like the damned for 3h straight and I literally couldn't get up from my bed, but hell.... It was SO worth it!
Don't recommend this kind of craziness when you're recovering your health, don't be reckless like me 🙃
I'm feeling my energy and sense of self slowly coming back, I just have to manage my week schedule and make up a better routine. I'll include dropping by to chat with you guys more frequently and update with stories at least once /twice a month!
It's a work in progress, though - but I thank you all for being in this journey here with me, always hoping my stories can bring you some light or warmness ^^
Also, I just found out Slash has a chronic heart condition and was given 6 weeks to live, with prospects of having a heart failure and transplant, and the man is alive and kicking, freaking ripped and rocking out on the stage 20 years after...
Well. I'm kinda very emotional right now, 'cause suddenly my prospects of 12 years of healthy living until a liver transplant or failure doesn't sound that bad. Who knows, maybe with looking out for my health and keeping great habits in that department, I might just kick this illness in the ass for a while just like he's doing!
I never realized how looking at someone with a similar condition and seeing them pushing against the odds was so... Hopeful, I guess. I think that's what people mean when they say representation matters - this feeling.
Who would've know, my health role model and angel of hope would be THE Slash from Gn'R, notoriously known for giving no f*cks regarding basically everything in life
Well, I hope you are all healthy, well and reading great stories. I wish you can all find your lights of hope in the darkness, even if they aren't really the "midfulness gratitude" type ^^
I mean... Mine is a guitarrist with a top hat who happens to be a snake enthusiast. Hope comes in all shapes and sizes I guess xD
AND I WILL ANSWER TO MY INBOX MESSAGES JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL MY ENERGY AND ~M O T I V A T I O N~ IS BACK!! Really, thank you guys for being so kind and wonderful to me, I hope to give it back to you.
See you soon!! 🖤
My rockstar guardian angel cheking on me after a long rough month, exclusive images.
#polaris speaks#life update#update#now I'm remembering a literal story I started writing a year ago#left it on limbo#but it was literally called My Rockstar Guardian Angel#basically the dude died and was assigned guardian angel of a medium woman with lots of issues#both had lots of issues and kinda helped each other grow#might write a few things here and there about it someday#I miiiight start posting some original things I have too though#always wanted to put a book out there so who knows#maybe I'll get to it eventually
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Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and
Desert you
Never gonna let you die
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
I HOPE YOU KEEP YOUR WORD BROCCOLI 😤
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Heyyy! How would Leon and Chris react with a female s/o that has tattoos and a tongue piercing? Would the love it or rather dont? When you don’t want to write that it’s ok! ‘Was just asking :)
Okay I really like this ask, it's such a mood.
So Chris. He'd be thrilled. Fascinated, excited, awestruck....all those adjectives. He loves to trace your tattoos, while listening to the story behind it. If you plan to get anymore tattoos, he'd gladly accompany you, even your hand if you're scared or in pain. As for piercings, oh sweet heavens. The very sight of it makes him go feral. And it's feel- he goes mental. And he loves it. Although he would wonder how long it would have taken for the piercing to heal and for you to eat anything spicy, if you're a spice lover.
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Only Time Would Tell
There will never be a world in which this is right.
But then, who decides what is right and what is wrong?
Yennefer breathed deeply into her cupped hands, the soft smell of the sweet berries filling her nostrils. For some reason, the scent bought her comfort. She never knew if it was because of her mother. Back when she got a little whiff of motherly love. Or it was because of Tissaia. Whatever the reason it was, the scent of berries did soothe her mind.
She had grown tired of constantly fighting.
Fighting for what was rightfully hers.
Fighting to prove her worth.
Fighting for her place in the world.
Sweet dreams of death, ones that continue to plague her mind and tempt her to give in to its sweet release- how delightful.
Tempting indeed, the long undisturbed slumber of neverending golden dreams- all away from the horrible nightmare of her world.
Her cruel world. A cruel game. Surviving is a pain.
Cheating is a pleasure, but one she wasn't sure she wanted to indulge in any longer.
Geralt.
A scoff escaped from her mouth as she downed another mug of the rancid alcohol.
Love. What a beautiful illusion. Like an enticing mirage that captivates the mind and body.
But disappointing.
Purple orbs looked up to the starry skies that shone brilliantly. The cold breeze swept past her, making her shudder slightly.
Why was love so easy for others to find and thrive with? Or was it her fault?
Yennefer was a woman with a will of her own- unyielding and resolute.
As a young girl who was thrown around, broken, ravaged and fractured, she learnt the ways and rules of life the hard way. And she would forever be thankful for her rough past, without which she wouldn't have been her- strong and determined.
But one question remained.
Why her? Why was she constantly thrashed around relentlessly?
'I am sorry you chose power.'
'No amount of power or beauty will make you feel worthy of either.'
'A child is not a way to boost your fragile ego, Yen.'
All wise words that were thrown at her by her lovers.
Ones who she believed loved her.
But in the end, it was always about the same damn thing- power.
Her being hungry for power even though to survive, power is the key, and that is what she wanted.
But then, she was only looked at as a conduit of magic- a weapon perhaps if given autonomy and identity, disaster would prevail.
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Vermilion
From spiralling liquor to soft sheets - he'd done that too many times.
Simon slotted his cigarette between his lips, watching her walk towards him, slightly wobbling over her large stilettoes. The soft glimmer of the lights overhead bathed her in a honeyed glow.
His eyes were commanded by the stunning pair of rich olive-brown of her eyes behind her bronze-dusted eyelids, full of warmth and a spark of curiosity.
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Hi! Question how would Chris Redfield react when his s/o is damn good into dirty talk? And everytime when he wants to dirty talk then he/she makes it even worse?
Hello Anon! I'm so sorry for replying so late.
Okay so Chris. I think he's the kind who'd get very flustered easily. Sure he can tease you a little here and there, but that's about it. And if you're the kind of person who's mastered the art of dirty talking, Chris should seriously look out for you (just kidding!). He'd be turned on, definitely, but he'd just freeze too, unsure of what to do next- should he tease you back, or just go with the flow. His s/o would let out a taunting laughing just to fluster him a little more and continue playing with him till Chris is a puddle of mush.
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Hiiiiiiiiii I’m absolutely in LOVE with your fics, they are perfect….can I get a Axl fic where the reader is his GF and a complete virgin and he’s super sweet and gentle with her at first but slowly gets more rough and possessive as he fucks her? Oh and then they cuddle pleaseeee? 💗💗💗
you're all mine, baby ~
axl rose ~
smut/fluff [mostly smut] ~
female reader ~
1864 words ~
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Your head is spinning. There’s no way this is happening. Your boyfriend is on top of you, kissing down your neck. You’re entirely nervous about this, and he knows it.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be gentle, okay?” Axl says sweetly as he slowly takes your shirt off, looking up at you for consent from you, which you give him. He tosses your shirt aside, your body flexing as his hands slide up your smooth and bare skin. He’s seen all of you before, and he’s certainly touched your bare stomach before, but knowing now that you’re about to lose your virginity to him makes the whole scenario more tense and heated. Axl’s lips land on your chest, just beneath your tits, and he kisses down slowly. You take in a sharp breath, heavily enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on your skin. Sighs and gasps leave and enter your lungs as his hands slowly travel across your body while you look down at his shirtless body, his jeans falling off his hips a little and showing the red of his boxers. Your breathing picks up, your chest heaving. Axl’s next kiss lands on your neck, close to your chin. His hands cup your breasts as he slowly moves the bra off of your chest, your tits now exposed to him. He sighs, his hands tracing around them a little. Axl’s always loved how you look, and each time he sees you, it’s like heaven. He loves every little detail about you, from your soft and perky breasts to your kind eyes and loving soul. Everything about you turns him on and it’s like a love he’s never felt before.
Axl begins to unzip your jeans slowly, glancing back up at you as you stare at the ceiling, all your senses focused on his hands and the light breathing on your stomach as the humidity from his breath warms your skin slightly. His thumbs shift under your jeans a bit, his hands gripping the jean fabric and pulling it down slowly. Your jeans rest at mid-thigh when Axl moves his hands away and drops his own pants, tossing them to the side. You gasp as you look at him, his strong thighs straddling you as soon as he climbs back on top of you again. He sighs and smiles down at you.
“You sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?” Axl asks with a gentle smile as he looks down at you as you’re pinned beneath him, making sure you’re completely ready for him.
“Yes, Ax. I’m ready for you.” You nod and smile back, your legs shaking from anticipation and minor nervousness. You’ve touched yourself a few times, sure, but never anything like this. Axl nods and kisses your lips softly like he’s done many times before, this one filled with more passion than love, but the love is still prominent. He pulls your jeans off all the way, using his ankles to shift them away from your body. When they’re at your ankles, you kick them off of you, leaving your mostly-naked body available for him to touch and feel.
Axl goes straight to your thighs, his hands feeling them softly as the heat radiates out from between your legs. He chuckles, his hands slowly moving up your legs as he kisses your neck gently. His fingers gently tug down your panties, making your heart pound in your chest as he looks your body all over with gentle and loving eyes. You feel the lacy fabric of your panties slowly get dragged off of you, the fabric brushing your skin as well as the skin on his fingers. You breathe out, trying to calm yourself from the sensation he’s giving you just from being on top of you and getting completely nude beneath him. His lips graze the skin on your neck as you feel his warm breath heating you up in more ways than one. As soon as your panties are completely off, Axl stops for a second and sighs.
“God, baby, you’re beautiful.” Axl gives you a warm smile as he glances down at your wet pussy, taking note of it. “Already here for me, are ya, hun?” He chuckles and starts pulling off his boxers, exposing his boner. “Don’t worry, I am, too.” He moves his fingers down to your folds, tracing the outline of the opening to your cunt a little bit before slipping his fingers inside of you. You let out a gasp and a moan, his fingers sliding gently against your g-spot, making you tremble slightly. You can tell he’s just warming you up for what’s to come, and that’s a pure tease. You gasp and pant at the feeling of him fingering you slowly and gently, showing his care for you, as well as his patience. He gives you a smirk as you edge a bit closer to cumming on his fingers, but before you reach that point, he slips his fingers out of you, climbing back on top of you.
“Are you ready?” Axl asks gently, breathing somewhat fast as his hands hold down your wrists, the middle and ring fingers on his right hand wet from your pussy. You simply nod as the tip of his dick traces the outside of your cunt a bit before he slowly moves his hips forward slowly, his dick slowly moving inside of you inch by inch. You bite your tongue to refrain from a long and loud moan coming out from your mouth, and instead you let out a small and desperate whimper.
“Good girl.” Axl kisses your cheek, moving his hips slowly. “You’re doing amazing. I’m proud of you.” He smiles as he pushes his hips slowly, small and high moans leaving you. The gentle yet desperate sounds power him, moving a little faster.
“Oh, Axl-” You say through gritting teeth, not expecting him to go a bit faster. Though, you can’t complain. Axl seems a little different about it, though. His tempo is always always hard and fast, at least that’s what it’s been with other women. But this time, he’s trying to be a bit more careful as you’ve never been fucked before. He pants a little, trying not to push himself into you aggressively, and he’s doing a good job so far.
“Good job, baby. You’re doing so well.” Axl sighs, looking down at you with fire in his eyes as he tries to hold back. His face twitches a little, as does his dick in your tight cunt. He looks down at where you’re making contact, barely any sound coming from your skin from how gentle he’s being, then back up at you. “Can I go a little faster?” He asks with kind eyes.
No words coming to your brain as you’re trying to feel this out and take it well, you simply nod and feel Axl speed up his movement, your skin making a light smacking noise. You breathe in through your teeth and breathe out, your chest heaving. Axl looks back at your neck, and without a thought, bites down. You let out a long and loud moan, feeling his hips pick up the pace and his dick slam into your g-spot.
“You’re mine.” Axl grunts into your neck, sucking on the skin and his tongue flicking across it as he gives you a hickey. You let out a loud breath that turns into a moan as he claims you as his. “You’re all mine, baby, and nobody else's. Got that?” Axl growls, moving his mouth to another part of your neck and bites down again.
“Yes, Ax-” You moan, your muscles tightening and your pussy clenching around his dick. Axl’s hungry and lustful eyes look up at you with a piercing gaze. He groans and grunts louder as his pace speeds up a bit more, the sound of your hips grinding together filling the room, as well as the bedframe’s creaking.
“Say it.” Axl demands, his mouth leaving deep and dark red hickeys across your neck and collar. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Axl!” You moan, your legs shaking and your body aching, feeling his dick pound into your g-spot hard. “I’m all yours! Yours!”
“Good girl.” Axl grumbles, leaving a painful let desirable hickey on your shoulder. “Good fuckin’ girl.” You can feel your entire body tense with a feeling you’ve only ever felt when you’ve touched yourself in the past: An orgasm is approaching, and fast.
“Fuck, Ax- I’m gonna- Mmmmmmmh, Axl!” You groan, trying to sustain yourself and give him a little more of that sweet pleasure he seems to enjoy before you cum.
“Do it.” Axl orders, kissing, biting and sucking on your neck and shoulders with lust and desire. “Cum on my cock, baby.”
That rough and raw tone he uses just about does it. You let out a long and loud moan that rings around the room, the ability of holding back faltering as he thrusts deep and fast, his cock slamming into you hard. You gasp and cry out as you cum on his dick as he fucks you hard. You bite your lip and the inside of your cheek, letting out the pain and pleasure on the inside of your mouth.
Axl groans as his thrusts become sloppier. “Such a good girl..” Axl grunts as he edges closer to finishing, his dick occasionally missing your g-spot as he thrusts. He holds his breath and breathes out hard, then quickly takes his dick out of your aching pussy and shoots his cum onto your thigh. The hot and sticky feeling makes your toes curl as you gasp and pant for breath after this.
Axl gets up, his legs shaking as he walks to the bathroom and gets tissues from beside the sink. He cleans up his cum off of your thigh gratefully. He gives you a gentle smile, trying to give you a sense of comfort. Of course, Axl’s charming smile always works on you and you smile back.
“How was it?” Axl asks gently as he tosses the tissues out and lays next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, your head on his chest.
“God, Axl, that was great.” You sigh, looking into his gentle eyes as he rubs your back and his other hand strokes your hair. “A little aggressive, but it was amazing.” You nuzzle your face into his chest.
“Oh, darling, I’m sorry.” Axl sighs and looks down at you sympathetically. “You know, you could’ve told me to stop if-”
“Shhh.” You put a finger over his lips, your simple gestures shutting him up pretty quickly, as the guy is quite the softie. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it.”
Axl chuckles softly and continues petting your hair. “That’s good. I’m glad.” You sigh, resting your cheek against his chest as you look into his dreamy eyes. Those eyes have you captivated by just a single glance, they feel warm and comfortable to look at. His warm body against yours is a dream, and you can feel yourself drift off into a deep and dreamless sleep, resting on top of the love of your life.
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[I tried to get this out last night but the power went out right as I was about to post it. Sorry for the prolonged delay!]
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Guns N’ Roses - Appetite For Destruction
Debut albums are very tricky to pull off sometimes. In a lot of cases, especially when a band has a lot of hype behind them, the album can either make or break them. That’s where the term sophomore slump comes from, too; in that case, a band’s debut is so good, but when the sophomore album is up to bat, it doesn’t swing as hard as its predecessor. A lot of the best albums of all time are debut records, but debut albums can be interesting, too. I don’t tend to like a lot of debut albums, only in the sense that a lot of debut records don’t show a band or artist at their full potential. They’re most often rough arounds the edges, and just not as interesting as later releases, but every once in awhile, you get lightning in a bottle with an album. Sometimes an album comes together in the perfect ways, and you could not replicate it, no matter what you do. You hear some of those every now and again, where the circumstances of its creation are just so perfect. One of those albums is 1987′s Appetite For Destruction by the band Guns N’ Roses, and before I even talk about this record in more detail, this is one of my all time favorite albums. It’s one of the best albums ever made, and most people would agree with that. You’d be hard pressed to find someone, especially a rock and metal fan, that doesn’t agree with you. Like my Power Trip review from a few weeks ago, this is going to be one of those conversational reviews that isn’t much of a “review,” per se, as it is just me gushing about this album and talking about how great it is. I wanted to review this album, because the record just turned thirty-five, but I just haven’t had a chance within the last week that it officially celebrated its anniversary.
I just tend to look at Appetite For Destruction as one of the best debut albums of all time, but just one of the best rock albums of all time, period. This is what I think of when I think of a rock album. Appetite For Destruction is also super interesting within the context of the time period that it came out. You have to think that this record came out in the late 80s, and rock and metal were in a very weird time. Grunge was very much about to be in style, especially compared to the flamboyant hair-metal style that was dominating the charts at the time. Appetite For Destruction didn’t fit that mold, however; the album was catchy, slick, and sleazy (mainly for its lyricism, but its sound had some bluesy sleaze in it), but the music was heavier (some people consider GNR a metal band, but I think of them as more hard-rock), not your sugar-coated pop-metal / hair-metal. There was some authentic about it. They were also armed with one of the best guitarists at the time in the form of Slash, as well as one of the best vocalists at the time in the form of Axl Rose. Those two together made some great, great music, and this album is no exception. Songs like “Paradise City,” “Welcome To The Jungle,” “Sweet Child O’ Mine,” and many other timeless tunes exist across this record, and they’re absolutely fantastic. Chances are you’ve heard at least one of these songs in a movie, TV show, or just on the radio, and that’s another reason why I just love this album so much. It’s stood the test of time all of these years later. Unlike a lot of other rock albums from this time, Appetite has only gotten better.
One of my favorite parts of this album is Axl Rose. This band wouldn’t be what it was without Rose, and his vocal performance is one of the best I’ve ever heard, especially for a rock vocalist at the time. He gives Motley Crue’s Vince Neil a run for his money, that’s for sure (and at the same time, Motley Crue were not doing so well). Slash is also a great guitarist, and a lot of the riffs and solos on this record are wonderful, but they don’t ever come in between the catchiness of the songs. That’s the thing I mentioned earlier. This also is still really “heavy,” despite being so catchy and memorable. It’s crazy for an album to have that type of sound. Metalheads could get into GNR for being so heavy and sleazy. but they didn’t feel like they lost any metal cred, while their girlfriends could get into this band for the catchiness and the attractiveness of Axl Rose. It’s one of those albums that existed in multiple spaces at once, versus just being a niche hit for a certain demographic. There’s just something for everyone on this record, and while the album’s a little lengthy (it’s around an hour even), it’s still one of my all time favorites. I’d possibly even put this record in my top ten, it’s that good, folks. If you haven’t heard this album yet, I’d go ahead and do that now. Well, finish the review first, but then listen to it. Most people have heard it, especially if you’re a rock and metal fan, but some people haven’t heard it yet. Appetite For Destruction is one of those essential albums, not just for the 1980s, but for all time. This is an album I’d say that is required listening if you want to get into rock and/or metal music, because this record is still remembered and revered all of these years later, but it’s for the best reasons possible. There are a lot of things to love about this record, even aside from the context and the history of this record, although I do find that to be interesting. I just really love this record, and it’s one of the most influential and important albums in all of music history.
#guns n roses#appetite for destruction#sweet child o' mine#paradise city#welcome to the jungle#my michelle#rocket queen#metal#rock#hard rock#heavy metal#motley crue#axl rose#slash
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So, the feud between Guns N Roses and Nirvana was quite famous in the 1990s. These 2 were among my favorite bands growing up and I realized a long time later that things were actually pretty rough between these two bands.
So, it started off sometime in 1991. Axl was initially a fan of Nirvana and he can be seen wearing a Nirvana hat in the Don't Cry Video. This was before the Nevermind album was released. So, Axl once asked Kurt to play the for his 30th birthday bash and well, Kurt declined the offer. I guess Axl had his feelings hurt.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQ2k4iZQ8Ps
So, Kurt was later asked in an interview with Second's magazine in 1991 as to why he didnt accept the offer and Kurt replied,"We’re not your typical Guns N’ Roses type of band that has absolutely nothing to say". In another press conference, Kurt further criticized Axl suggesting that Axl treated his fans poorly.
When you are a popular figure, you owe a certain responsibility to your fans. I think Guns N Roses are promoting the wrong values like s*xism and the way they do dr*gs. I mean what are they rebelling against? I don't think this is rebellion. Rebellion is standing up to people like Guns N Roses.
Kurt Cobbain
Anyway, despite being rejected before Axl asked Kurt to join them in a tour which featured Guns N Roses and Metallica. Axl told Kurt that they could play for the opening slot and Kurt declined the offer again. Well, this certainly did p*ss off Axl to the point that he started talking trash about Nirvana.
Nirvana would rather stay at home and shoot heroin with their bit*h wives than tour with us.
Axl Rose
The only thing that means to me is someone like Kurt Cobain and Nirvana, who is basically just a f*ckin’ junkie with a junkie wife. And if the baby’s born deformed, I think they both oughta go to prison — that’s my feeling.
Axl Rose on alternative music
Fast forward to 1992 MTV Music Video Awards, Guns N Roses and Nirvana were together for the first time and things got heated up between the bands. So, Axl was walking and Kurt and his wife were sitting in the tent. And Courtney teased Axl saying ' Hey Axl, want to be the godfather to our child' and Axl told Kurt ' You shut your b*tch up or I am taking you down to the pavement'.So, Kurt told Courtney "Shut up, b*tch".
Meanwhile, Duff McKagan came to know about this altercation and started off a fight with Krist Novoselic. He pushed him and I guess they were about to fight but their fight was stopped. This was just before Nirvana went on stage to perform. After the band sang Lithium, Dave Grohl went on to call Axl saying "Hi Axl, Hi Axl, Where's Axl".
After that, the members of Guns N Roses were fueled up to take things further. They went off to the Nirvana caravan and attempted to trip it. At this time, Nirvana band members were not in the trailer because Novoselic had hurt his head after the guitar landed on him when he threw it in the air.
Kurt wanted to piss off Axl too, so he spit on his piano which he later realized belonged to Sir Elton John and not Axl. Sir Elton John and Axl Rose were supposed to play November Rain together.
Anyway, about 2 years later in 1994, Kurt and Dave McCagan were sharing the same flight from Los Angeles to Seattle. At that time the rivalry between the 2 bands had died down and they had a peaceful time together. This was on 2nd April 1994. So, according to the source there was a manhunt for Kurt because he was found missing and had jumped the wall of the Exodus Recovery Center the day before. Well, Duff thought about inviting Kurt to his house since he felt lonely, he didn't call him. About 3 days later, Cobbain was dead. According to sources, the members of both the bands decide to make peace with each other. This was after Kurt had died.
Slash claims he didn't have time to deal with the b*llsh*t between GnR and Nirvana and never took any part in the fight.
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some thoughts on guns n roses tonight (well, technically last night 22/11/22)
- people over 5’8 shouldn’t be allowed at concerts. are you a tall person who wants to be on the floor? sorry bud you need to get leg shortening surgery first
- axl rose sounds GOOD! (in my opinion) last time I saw gnr (in 2017? 2018? 2019? something like that) he sounded fine but there was a lot of rough patches. tonight i only noticed a couple of rough patches. ALSO I definitely noticed his voice got stronger as the night went on. the last like 6-7 songs he was really in the zone
- slash is hot. idk what else to say
- the show is 3 HOURS long !!
- there was a bug on the piano during november rain
- axl started off wearing a mad max shirt. then he wore a vegemite shirt. I think he then wore a shirt that said something about lesbian vampires and then he came out wearing ANOTHER mad max shirt and then ANOTHER vegemite shirt and then he wore a plain black shirt and changed jackets at least twice. he’s still wearing those ugly witch shoes and HONESTLY they look cool on him. wtf else is axl rose supposed to wear on his feet?
- idk who their drummer is right now but he stinks lol
- my feet are so sore. there were people in my section leaving because they felt ill/had sore feet. i don’t know how the band plays for 3 hours straight
- absurd sounds great live and I usually hate that song, so that’s something
- i can’t believe they still do that wichita lineman cover. literally who asks for that?? i don’t really have any complains about the rest of the set list though
- duff mckagan is hot
- okay SPEAKING OF HOT PEOPLE.. axl rose hello
- overall a fun show 10/10
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As life to this was agreeable; and yet I
A Meredith sonnet sequence
1
The black old negro Baba help’d a little
was the fair. As life to this was
agreeable; and yet I spare not—’t is
a palace Ida stood with symbols play
as with cypress groves, which we two must part
with no land’s horn in a much he sees himself,
a sheath and roll in all, who is cald,
there were wet with the centre stood: those which
we dare to say: I say thou art, but mine:
give my grief thy packets, all the flowers
are due to the child that the windy grove,
and now and the next valley. High wisdom
without occasion of all this their drams
I shall go. To seize on trickling hours
with temperate: sometimes love not a leaf
was dumb; but a smile upon the less caused.
2
Were fed to heare speach which there the sense hangs
above more clear streams to the eyes be blind
and gray, whilk the rhyme and nervy tails
cowering sigh, nor seized my hopeless sea, the
fortress crashes from me and not being
though no doubt away; the banks, we vanquish’d
lies; who his own vast shade us with me
no casual mistress, and die!-Hot to burst
a frozen clips, he strange sensation moves—
female hands that have lost their price is bleeding
out the ghosts, the friends? I wage not
anything all we loved and must have been from
every day—not because there darts strange voice
less forlorn; she sign she would have found my
jewel hung in green, of every bad a
perfectness. And lives, the smiled: he plays with saints.
3
Is there enough; only to see within
him little flash’d from his fortune sends here,
for now her face, whose preserued, himself
in higher things, with joy, but not move, she
finds I am not all that watch’d, thou hadst
a pain like bleating ices, were o’erheard
those that hold apart from hour to death the
art most propensity to jeer: while I,
thy nervous verse would speaking up an arm
of eminence uplifted hands, or in
the rock; or as a dove’s pinions fair; in
graceful ornament of that errs from the
night. In deed, demand not a breathers and
how she, a sultan’s setting sails, as when
he arose, and waves beside! But send flowers,
and not a few hours do wreckes auoid.
4
When rosy plumelets tuft the light of
fear; down too, down a fear, fantastique Triumph
sat, whilst bleeding is deducted. Leave
then would not win an answer from Head to
her, gathering on their axle!
Imagination; the void, when on them bent like
snow before, behind, In the old bitter
wrong. And Autumn’s bleak beginning, but when
a nobler ends. Come o’er the foam and look’d
on they lifted up his Heart, and the red
dresses; tell thee sitting land far upward,
touch’d at ease; there dwelt with berry-juice? The
Parcae then a tear falls, that in timely sleep.
Secretive, sensitive, sensitive and
soon espy which was not to tell, but it
was God’s household ways, in the South the bed.
5
You got a friendship as had made as echoes
in springs to bear aught of delight
into the chaste me to themselves in reigning;
which else within the head hath made to
pay; and in the verge of life said she tiptop
said he, with wine, arranged threaten; ah,
my sute granted is, I feel that every
tear was her way: sprinkled with circumcise
my heart too far said she may i feel something
new; why shouldst not die than pairs of wedlock
bound! As much thy honour’s in abeyance,
for confess it should be chill’d by sorrow’s
bidding, tho’ in silence is Folly’s
leasing nurse and rough but flicker’d faces
drive on, postilions! No more their sisters
story, which, as a passion cannot buy?
6
Then The Shah summon’d them out, not even
death will see that tumbled in a wagon
at dawn. And fix my though the night and doth
first of foes, the sad look of Jove—Minerva,
maiden terrible! Sounds and wafted
farthings and consorts of op’ning roses,
flowers or leaves, and wind, which weep a loss
for ever singing flame: it doth, its ploughs
with excess? Which guided were sadly change
the way, too,—did she filled here the pearls, and
flowers in tune, by all the centurion
saith, go, and he show’rs wet through the
villager’s head; her sex’s shame and goodwill, goodwill,
to one white wall alone and sing to
the eastern Francis call; lasting, till I
be silent mysterious gloomy arch.
7
Fair daffodil dead, how more tragic and
to Barbadoes, when ever spake! The merry
merry face anger inuests with the
Diamond rings the world! A kind of a human
eyes see beauty slander’d shells with
melancholy; a dusky empire of
memory like a new tinge in the fold,
and just above our planet, last, which Britons
deep joy to his own pall, I brim with
famine after week: the dancing chips, o’er
many scorn the kelp holds by yonder of
continue—’t is a power to have
been they embracements: hitherto have
also much to each! Seeking the multitude
of maiden, steal blushing Lillies, not
think back the pious proof, the hulls of fire.
8
Every face anger inuests with sorrow
wrings charms from expenses. Not to be called
The Art of Worldly talk and out of mind;
and although ill spiritual, are likely,
within thine eyes my knowledge is of them,
to the bounty of a kindliest mate; who
throve and Nature much the while I, thy nervous
verse may well grudge at my heart of them
happy eyes show it, that noble mind in
the brethren with dusk and break. It was a
nymph uprisen o’er it as a friar
may accused, just as a fossile man,
midst thy burthen of thee, o do not feel
it to a gown, he look on knowledge is
of the sheets will do none, the past; a life
that they look’d with show’d, like dull brain aflame.
9
The chamber, or when all its features freezing.
Of your good newes know: is it nothing
Will Die now Sleeps the mind: it will not?
I sing of the princes who spring-tides
full of cares upon a thing some heart did
breast!—I cannot seem doubly, when there few
shines the singeing of the rye, who that I
shall glimmer, and ring tire by the meadow
in the golden gifts as mine; stranged;
the new soil thy purple from the great lords
and gipsy lately came, the grave reach out
dead would not upbraiding green bed, with all
things we see an unseiz’d heave, as if they
shall we thy loveliness, thy voice was
gone? And he advance to guide-books, rhymes, save
some small discover in the waste thy love!
10
—Ye who had given her like books’ gay
coverings I have been heard. Your brother, when
she turn’d round the great Gracchus and eyes; and
on its broad-brimm’d hawker of the great Æon
sinks in bloom, which shall die. Above his hands
are my Prisoners, yet lovers; and I shoulder
in the glow, then, pure hands are mute; or,
crown’d, let darkness, so simple stillness,
tremulous, breathed beneath the day prepare these
wonder the main tree still, hour after a
dew or dew-lipp’d rose. And season lent, from
the river. I fall in circle their rough
but fain’d. A moment go, the wild turkeys
crossing thus, my friend Jeffrey writes with what
he lov’d three field, nor feast; move upward mind,
for whom grimy nakedness, thou thy sight.
11
To make a cold retreating lightly this
blindly ere she kisses on his being
in the Cauteretz mariana
mariana mariana in the
ceremonies of his native will of me
what cannot cheat so well, well, well, but one
of his own dark graves of Don Juan, thought; and,
wrestling both his twiddling the growing
in lone Eternity, to strike all my
clear. For the year, at best: a moment, and
pray for thy face, and came of freedom? A
shot, ere half fooled to her entranced vows and
carol rang. In thy way, and in the bright
you have my selfe contains darke but when you
are said he it’s fun said she may i feel
said she cccome? Accept that worse of chaos.
12
Like to thy threshold, day by feeding, when
one deep night, ah, yesterday and pearls, and
thought I saw my good Angell guides me to
hold your eyes run liquid kiss, on all thy
shadow on the blood as calmly fell our
side was vast, still a fluttering all to
strip a hundred airy cradled between
the state it is thy creature rested, came
more than the blind hysterics of their names
to presume for I have a careless, your
necks, we glided winding them all, one
another’s sound, and Orion low in a
treasure. And by a warlike legs in
Badajos’s breast, my hat and sea had sent thenceforth
with voice is only pretty. Now snows
fall in all the reverence in disgrace.
13
The perfect transfusing blighted fire. And
in abundant two on sponge and sound called
to let her worth. Is dim, or will to thee,
stella, who more prevailing myself I
guard, for the Town. And all that stays are wild
with power to madden’d beach dragg’d down besides
some tears have price. Light Brigade the Dee,
the bed. Highness—verily I thinke how
euill that which thou hast made, and that recollect
her raging! All my widow’d race been
from thee, the pastoral rivulet that
remember, I lay awake with me had
been the barren, scarce am fit folkes each
prefers his embrace, by this of that small
feet, So she, and now decrease, bearing of
treaty stay! Cupola, like delicious.
14
The cold: but from my proper place; on such
a height, but at his majesty should sting
about the grass, nor cared nor knew the self
it only then a tear, now she paceth
forth held: then begins again and wild
uncertain tumours, exhaustion, or weakness
he seems to rest a single murmur from
the stairs, and t was a vintage! Thou after
form, o sacred dew; Protect them wrong:
we serve to curl a maid, though Eve herself
will stop it, for my presence; as a single
tear upon his head, and by the last
wife of the personal quiet of a
winding all bounds of inconstant hills beyond
his day i’ve been, and to tell you be:
win you to see and must be more than weeds.
15
Direction warm, o sacred wings, ere half-
hid in the dew. ’Er studded with me till
he sees a late-lost forlorn upon the
heart their hydes, like delight; yet the first
began, and strong by Beauties, when I was
certain tumours, exhaustion, or weakness,
Evil haunts of greater who rear’d each of
blood too readily will in faith dost treat
it, remember who I am. Of which
being made him on his neck; whereon to
bloom of health I refuse: though each piece of
love, you agree? Yet worse of all the centre
stood at the simply blur into something
madness flings hereafter, up from hidden
summer’s time, blood, my flowers, we heard
of Youth,—the fool of lone Eternity.
16
Know not I heard: though my obedience.
Like needles, which rose of fitting land farms;
they flow from all seem to cast a care of
warme fine-odour’d snow, deceiu’d the sister-
tunes from mine ear; a shudder—gentle English
lily, the one who is not so, the
year? You stand stiff as Lot’s wife, and naiads fair.
The silent traces of her teens; and as
for pity! A raw day of sacrifice,
that warmed our deep, dear love, below. Night he
livelong hours conduct by paths are such
an ecstasy! Had to do their hands and
state, in all the season of the golden
butterfly; upon whose cureless of
the footsteps told her, and thriftless
He felt assur’d of happy chance is slain.
17
You put me out to wed an equal those
other; yet your teares, now holy church
t is very polish’d more or less cause
or a seasons gone, the ground: each villa
on the lessening to him but let no
footsteps of pleasures wait on this debt to
his card, was laden withouten any
rinde; whan the sun of poetry left on
in the nights should license in this very
eye, out of distance lay on the sea love
is not in vain—she cannot looked at the
drunk my tears before the more withoute longing,
Die, oh! Touched a thousand jutting on
her nurse’s arm, this monstrous day; all is
new, commence with Nature an exquisitely
spired, or the Chrismas heart you make.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 7#177 texts#Meredith sonnet sequence
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Remorse
Izzy/Axl (Not intended as a ship. Could be read that way.)
319 words
The thing about a self inflicted exile is that you can choose when you return, but Izzy couldn't fathom a reason why Axl would want him back. He had changed. He was no longer a rockstar. He was no longer an addict. He was no longer Jeff from Indiana. He was a bitter, sober mess. Axl liked a bit of chaos, but that didn't seem like a mess Axl wanted.
Izzy had to get out. He couldn't stay in that damn ghost band. He wanted to get out of Los Angeles, away from the temptation of his former life. The drugs, the concerts, Axl. Everything was trying to tether him into this spiral. He was only barely beginning to function as a human again, yet he couldn't help but allow his healing to feel like a disappointment.
He felt an Axl shaped hole in his life. He essentially abandoned his best friend, the guy he had been through it all with. The lack of guilt he felt about his decisions was what made him feel the most guilty. Izzy liked the person he had now made himself into. This guy had a sleep schedule. Maybe it wasn't perfect, but at least now when he got up at 3 in the morning it was to read or write, not to shoot up. He didn't want to change any of his decisions, but still felt a longing.
Izzy hated the idea that he may have hurt Axl. The anxiety over how upset Axl might be due to his actions was reason enough to stay away. Axl didn't need Izzy's damage in his life. He still couldn't bring himself to leave the city. They may not be together, but at least he had the comfort of relative proximity. If something did possess Axl to convince him to contact Izzy, he could be there for him. He needed to be there for him.
#kind of really sucks#the paragraphs don't really go together but I haven't written anything in a while so I expected this to be rough#don't really have the motivation to make this longer#just felt inspiration and wanted to write something#this is more self indulgent than anything#I love writing men in pain 🖤😂#usually it's Axl but this time it's Izzy!#this is a rambling result of me sending a ton of lyrics to Kelsey because my brain is stuck on GN'R#anyway ignore me if you hate it#ashley writes#axl rose#izzy stradlin#guns n roses#fanfiction
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