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Capricorn Season Chapter Thirty

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She liked the beard. He looked rugged, in his own special way. The appeal of his beauty was always the defiled innocence of his smooth face. When he told her that he was growing it out she thought he would look horrible. But when she saw him she didn't think that at all.

She was laying on her stomach on the bed, feet in the air, and kicking them like a schoolgirl. He was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, doing his hair and getting ready for the day.

"Have I ever told you how much I love the beard?" She asked, locking eyes with his reflection.

He smiled and turned to look at her. "No, you haven't. I was getting a bit nervous that you hadn't said anything about it yet." "Well, I love it," she kissed the top of his head, "Now I've said something." "I'm glad you do. I think it looks nice." "You look like a sexy professor like that." She was referring to his outfit. He wore a white dress shirt, complete with ruffles, and a nice pair of trousers. "That's kind of the look I was going for. Scarf or no scarf?" He held up a green silk scarf. She thought it complimented his outfit well and told him so. He nodded and began to tie it. "You should try it like this." She reached her hands around his neck.

His breath hitched as her hands brushed against his skin. The scent of her filled his nose, an unmistakable smell that only she possessed. It was floral and vanilla. He always thought it was wonderful. He thought it could be a mix of her shampoo and deodorant.

"That looks marvelous, thank you." He spoke breathlessly.

They had been together for eight months and she still made him dizzy and fumbling. He couldn't deny her effect, didn't want to. She smiled sweetly and sat back on the pillows, continuing the reading of her book. How could she be so unceremonious, so laid back, when she was absolutely breathtaking? She was stunning, certainly the most beautiful woman he had seen, but didn't seem to care. She thought this way about him too. She often thought how he didn't seem to be cognizant of how wonderful he really looked. Sometimes he was even insecure, which was always a laugh for her. The only time he looked poorly was when he chose a bad outfit, which she always had something to say about. "You need to change. A red scarf clashes with a yellow top and the plaid printed pants don't match anything you're wearing!" "No, the red scarf matches the red pants. There is yellow in my pants and yellow on my top. It goes together." "Fine, but you're the one who is going to look bad." "I don't look bad!" "That outfit is a disaster. I don't want you to leave the hotel like that." She was mostly joking, ending in a laugh. But it was true! He looked terrible. "Is this criticism or care?" "Care, I promise. Trust me, Jimmy, it looks bad." "I disagree." He shrugged, "And I'm wearing it to the show." "Alright, but it's your fashion funeral." His outfit today looked much better. His colors matched and he was presentable. "Love, I think you should start getting ready. We have to leave soon." "I think I'll just go like this." "Can I give you some fashion advice?" "Oh, no. Does my outfit look that poor?" She laughed.

He grimaced, gesturing to tell her "a little bit". "Fine, I'll change. What is the weather like?" "Hot. It's August." "Good point."

She chose a pair of shorts and a short top. The shirt she wanted to wear was in Lorelei's possession. She didn't mind, because she had asked. Robert and Jimmy never did. Yesterday she caught Robert sifting through her clothes! "Um, what are you doing?" She had been watching him rifling through her things like a rat. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Oh, Jesus, you scared me!" "I ask again, what are you doing?" She shifted her weight and put her hand on her hip. "Looking for something to wear." "Can you at least ask? Jeez. What do you want?" "That flowery blouse you wore last week." "Robert, you can't fit in that!" "Yes, I can! I'm slim." "Fine," She threw the balled-up shirt at him, "but if you stretch it out I'm killing you." "I won't, I swear." He did. She looked at the blouse now, wearing a frown. It still fit, although now loose and frumpy. Perhaps she'd just have Richard do her laundry and he would shrink it for her. He was a lousy tour mother.

He took more of a liking to her than Grant but still didn't cater to her, but Jimmy did not enjoy the way he looked at and talked about her. He had made it clear from the first day she joined that he found her attractive. He first justified the uncomfortable interaction with the notion that she was a lovely girl and he would just have to get used to people finding her fit. But Richard took it too far-- as he often did. "Jimmy, you got the best out of all the guys. Don't tell them I said that." "What does that mean?" "She's a photographer, so she's good to keep in your back pocket, she's a looker, and sweet. The way she takes care of you...Man, I need to get one of those." "And what does that mean?" He asked with a raised brow. "Y'know, I need to get a girl like that. And with her figure-" "Rich! That's his girl." Bonzo spoke for Jimmy. "My bad." He laughed. Jimmy tried his best to shuffle his anger away but it didn't work. He could feel the ugly hands of jealousy creeping in. This wasn't helped when they went to a club and men seemed to overlook him, hitting on Gwen even when they were holding hands. He was getting angrier and more jealous by the day.

He brought this to her attention, telling her it was getting hard to handle. She laughed and scoffed, and shook her head. When he asked what was the matter, the bitter bite of anger rearing at her reaction, she told him, "I have to deal with women literally trying to tear your clothes off. Do you know how many women I see literally asking to sleep with you and shrugging me off? And they're not sloppy men in a club, they're beautiful women scantily dressed. Thousands of people cheer and scream for you every single night. Women pray to god for a chance to even touch you. You know how hard that is for me?" He had thought about this, of course, but he couldn't see how that was relevant at this moment. When he told her this she seemed angry.

"You're not listening to how I feel." He exerted.

"I am, I understand. But I'm telling you that you have to get over it. I have to."

"It's not the same." He crossed his arms and pouted.

"You're right, it's worse."

"I'm a celebrity. You agreed to date me. You knew what you were getting into."

"And I'm a pretty girl. You knew what you were getting into." She crossed her arms now. They were both pouting. They'd given up trying to have an adult conversation, instead resigning to childish behavior and scoffs.

She thought about this interaction as she put on her shoes. His logical fallacy was amusing to her now, simply a musing that was pushed into the past. They'd both learned to get over their silly feelings of jealousy. At least

she

had. She hoped he had, but didn't know how untrue her thoughts were.

That night, after the show, another fit would strike. The concert had gone well, not having any interruptions or issues. Gwen took some nice photos and had a great time. Their energy always inspired her and spurred her to take wonderful photos.

As they were entranced by the music flowering from their fingertips they struck natural poses. They tried their best to face the audience, partly for her frames, partly for the audience. It was hard, though, they were so tight-knit and worked best when it was just them. Their shows felt like jam sessions when they first started, but as the audiences grew, so did the space between them.

After the show, they went to a club, as was becoming usual. Some towns didn't have good clubs or parties and those were the nights they partied together. But this was Texas and the parties were

superb

, as Robert put it.

Gwen wore her shorts and top from earlier in the day and Lorelei was in a pretty dress. The guys had showered and changed, a short detour on their way to the club. She was not excited to be packed into a sweaty lounge with loud music. They'd just been in the same environment and she didn't know why they had to go back. She wanted to wind down with a nice shower and a good book after a show.

Perhaps they were too filled with adrenaline to be that calm. She knew about this rush, not only because they'd detailed it to her before, but because Jimmy was wired after a show. He was borderline manic, his eyes wide and his mouth going a mile a minute. It was a natural drug, one that gave his reserved personality a spark.

He was charged after a show, particularly his sex drive, which was insane when the lights went out. He had detailed to her how carnal performing was. And he proved it. They weren't even back to the hotel and he would be trying to rip her clothes off. She would protest, telling him they were in public. He would shrug and continue to kiss her. She pushed him back, further exerting that he was sweaty and stinky and would need to shower before she would even consider sleeping with him. Tonight was no different.

He wanted her more than ever. His eyes drifted to her exposed legs, long and taut. He transfixed his eyes on her chest, considering it as a resting place for his tired hands. When he attempted this she slapped his hand away.

How could one person get so sweaty? He was dripping buckets! He could perform stark nude and he'd still come out slippery and stinky. He was like a caught fish.

After he was fresh and cleaned off, she allowed him to kiss her. He gladly devoured her lips in a hungry display of virile fervor. She could rise a dead man from his tomb with those lips, he thought. He was grateful she let him kiss her. He was desperate for any kind of contact with her.

She laughed and told him to get that thing down before they got to the club. She stopped kissing him, despite his whimpering protests. He was staring at her as they walked into the club. She looked wonderful. Never before had she looked this way. Although, he thought that with each passing day. Her beauty grew, swelling until it reached a sweltering heat that choked him. She was far too beautiful to be real or to be his. He'd found an angel amongst men. Someone had begun to threaten this beauty. A man, a bumbling fool, was grabbing at her. They were on the dancefloor and Jimmy was not sharing. He saw Gwen's face, scared and wanting to hide away. Still drunk on adrenaline and filled with jealousy, Jimmy pushed the guy aside with heavy force. "I'm sorry about that, Darling. But you are mine once more." He smiled. This victory was short-lived. The man came back around quickly, angry with Jimmy. "She's my girlfriend. Fuck off." He did not mince words. He was drunk and malice dripped from his tongue. She could smell the whiskey from where she was standing. It was not an attractive sight.

"My apologies, man. I didn't know she had a man." "So you'll respect me now? Just because I have a man." She spoke loudly as to be heard over the music.

He looked at her with a disgruntled expression.

"Well? Are you just going to look at me like you're stupid?" She widened her eyes, looking at him with a furrowed brow.

"You're a bitch." He said simply, sneering with disgust. He couldn't believe she would be so brazen.

Jimmy sobered with those words, now stricken with fury. He was not a physical man and would not often resort to violence. "Don't speak to her that way. You need to leave, right now." His words were cutting, his eyes lowering into menacing slits.

"Are you going to make me, cheerios?" "What? That doesn't even make sense. And never mind that. I won't, but he will." Jimmy pointed him in the direction of Peter. Gwen now understood why having him in your corner was a good idea. When things got ugly you needed a guy like him. "You can leave on your own or his accord."

Jimmy's gaze got Peter's attention and he headed over to them in short strides. "This guy bothering you?" He asked, his voice was sharp and intimidating. His size was suddenly noticeable, his voice as round and sonorous as his body.

"Yeah," Jimmy said.

Without hesitation, Peter picked the guy up and threw him over his shoulder. He looked like a child, so small and defenseless in his grasp. This made Gwen laugh, loosening her grasp on Jimmy's arm. She had been clinging to him in fear. Random drunk men approaching her wasn't any less uncomfortable for her than it was for him.

"Are you alright, love?" Peter asked when he was back in their presence. He had thrown the guy on the pavement, placing him down haphazardly. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you." She smiled appreciatively. Who knows what would have happened if Peter hadn't come to her rescue? Jimmy wasn't exactly the burly type.

"Don't worry, girl, I'll always be here if that happens again." Peter clapped a surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder and went back to his place next to Bonzo.

Jimmy turned back, gloating with a smile. Gwen was not as happy. She was filled with bitterness. A mixture of her discomfort and a general disdain for her environment was making her unhappy. Her mind couldn't help but wander to all of these uncomfortable places. Her discomfort was palpable as she stared into space. The familiar feeling of strange hands made her insides cringe. She pushed her feelings down and tried to get through this unbearable night. The club was not a place to fight.

The next morning her anger erupted. It must have been building all night, stacking up while she slept. She could feel the weight of her dread when she woke. It was a metric ton of bricks on her chest. She didn't want to bother Jimmy this early in the morning. Not only was she angry and bitter, but anxious about letting it out. She didn't want to bite his head off but also didn't want to suppress it.

She could still feel those terrible hands on her body. It made her skin erupt into a flaming rash of anxiety. Her breathing was heavy and labored. Her limbs could not stop fidgeting. What seemed like a small advance lead to a shattering of her mental state. That man was not trying to flirt, he intended to shake her.

And she was shaken. She trembled like a leaf throughout the night and into the light stretch of the morning sun. Breakfast did not help. Bonzo was especially nasty that day. Before she'd even gotten down to eat he was talking shit. She heard him talking to Robert, saying one of the worst things she'd ever heard about herself. "She's a carpenter's wet dream. Flat like a board and in need of a screw." He bellowed with a guttural laugh. She could hear the smile in his voice.

Her first instinct was to pounce. But she didn't. She waited. She wanted to hear what everyone would say. Robert spoke first, "Bonzo, that is horrible."

Jimmy and Jonesy said nothing.

Last night was bad enough, to be treated as an object and only defended for some cheap honor. Jimmy wasn't defending her, he was defending his manhood. How dare someone touch his precious doll that sat on his little shelf? His reluctance, rather than his refusal, to defend her in a meaningful way was shown to her. He said nothing when it mattered.

Her face contorted with the weight of betrayal. She wasn't so hurt by what Bonzo said, but more so by Jimmy's silence. This had far surpassed a few teasing comments. Bonzo hated her, hated Jimmy's girlfriend and he didn't seem to care.

They turned at the sound of her shuffling feet in the doorway. They saw her pained expression. This pleased Bonzo. He was content to know his shot had landed on the target.

He got a twisted pleasure from hurting her. It was a special treat for a lone audience. On the days that he imbibed early in the morning, he attacked her.

She turned away with hot tears brewing on her lashline, quiet steps rushing from the scene.

The room was quiet now. They shuffled their eyes, passing awkward glances around. Robert broke the tension, as he often did. He found it hard to always be the peacekeeper, the jester, and the pretty one. But these roles needed to be filled, and he was multifaceted.

"You should go talk to her."

Jimmy grimaced and burned in hot anger. Who was Robert to tell him what he should do with his own girlfriend? He knew what was best for his relationship! But he stood with a huff and went to their room.

When he was out of their sight he broke into a fast-paced walk. He knew he was in trouble, he knew he was in the wrong. Perhaps that's why things played out the way they did. He didn't want to be wrong. He would rather die than apologize.

He was on her heels, in the room before she could even shut the door.

When he entered she just looked at him. She was overcome with feelings.

She just wanted to scream at him. "Gwen-" "Don't. Just don't. I don't want some half-assed apology." "I'm sorry." "I said I don't want it. I'm sick of you not standing up for me. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I heard what he said." She tried her best to remain calm. "I just don't know what to say." "You sure knew what to say last night." "What does that mean?" His expression was causing anger to churn inside her. It was a poorly plugged drain. The stopper was beginning to lose its seal and she soon would explode. "You can defend me when your honor is in question. This has never been about me, it's been about your ego. When your ego is concerned, you will say something. You don't care about me! You only care about yourself." Her voice raised in pitch as she spoke. "We're having this conversation again? That is not true! And you know it isn't. It's not the same when it's your friend." "Robert stood up for me. It's clearly not an issue for him." "What are you implying?" "Nothing." "Oh, c'mon, you were so brazen before. Don't be so shy now." "No, I didn't mean anything by it. He stood up for me and you didn't." "I think you meant something entirely different." "Like what?" She prodded.

She had waded into dangerous territory. No longer was this an argument about the topic at hand. They were taking jabs at one another due to unspoken feelings. She could feel the energy shifting to something nasty.

"I used to think Robert was just flirting with you because he's a whore, but now I see the truth. He's in love with you!" "In love with me? Jimmy, was just sticking up for me. You couldn't even do that." "No, you don't get it. Men don't do nice things for women unless they want something from them. He wants to take you to bed." "You sound crazy!" "I'm crazy? You're the one yelling at Bonzo and getting an attitude with me!" "Well, I think you have a problem with Robert because you feel inferior. You think he's more of a man than you and you're worried he's going to take me from you." "Maybe if you didn't dress that way he wouldn't be throwing himself all over you. Maybe Grant would take you more seriously." "I cannot fucking believe you. You've reached a new low." Her tone dropped, laying flat where her emotions lie.

She was hurt. She knew this wasn't how he truly felt, he was trying to hurt her. With nothing left to say, she left the room. Their room was no longer a place where love could be facilitated. She had to escape.

She left Jimmy's grasp immediately and directly to Robert's room. She placed three sharp knocks on the door.

It revealed a damp Lorelei. Her curls were stringy and wet, dangling down at her cheeks. Her face and arms were flecked with drops of water.

"Hey, girl, is everything alright?" She asked, scrunching her hair with a white towel. She had another one wrapped around her torso.

Gwen stepped in with apprehension. "Lore, there's something I need to tell you." She stood in the doorway, a look on her face that scared Lorelei.

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Hello, I am a big fan of your writing 😄 Could you do a fic where a college aged Roger Taylor and the reader who have been dating for a while and they are waiting on a home pregnancy test? While they wait the reminisce about what they have gone through together and the good times. When the results are ready it's negative and they are relieved. Thank you!

Hi there nonnie! You got it! I will have two endings: one where the test is positive, and one where it is negative.

Per Anon's request, Reader here is a person whose body is able to have children, but because gender is not specified in the request, the reader will be gender neutral and can be read to identify however you would like!

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! If you like it- reblog or leave a comment!

Warnings: Mentions of sex and some steamy bits but no specifics or details, mentions of drinking and drunkness, discussions of pregnancy, and mentions of abortion. But plenty of fluff!

Word Count: 1K

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You reached for the pink kitchen timer in the shape of an egg and twisted it to fifteen minutes. That’s all it would take. That would be the moment of truth. Just fifteen little minutes and you would know for sure.

The timer was placed on the shelf of the sink. Right next to it was a pending pregnancy test. You placed both hands on the counter, looked into the mirror at your own face, and took in a deep breath. You held it, then released.

Watching the little white stick for fifteen minutes would only make you feel worse about the results you did not want yet.

Walking out, you saw Roger on the couch. You told him your period was late. Two days wasn’t much, but it was something. He turned over and looked at you.

“Hey, love,” he greeted.

“Hey,” you responded.

He opened his arms, and you followed him, plopping onto the couch. You nestled your head onto his chest where you felt it’s steady heartbeat. He wrapped both arms around you, one rubbing on your back. Another found a free hand of yours and held it.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Mmmph, you’re not the one getting tested.”

“Fair enough.”

He noticed your breaths were quick inhales and sharp exhales through your nose. It was troubling for him to hear such. He could even hear your heart pick up.

“Hey, Y/N...do you remember how we met?” he asked.

You looked up.

“What was it like on your end?” he asked.

“We’ve told this story before…”

“Nah, I’d like to hear It from you…” Roger responded.

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You met at a bar. It was dark and there was that odd smell that came with beer- like you could smell bread baking from the wheat that was concocted inside the drink. It was that mixture of bakeries and bars- something delicious was being created to be consumed and enjoyed.

But you could not enjoy that beer in peace. A man who looked far older than you and quite odious slid up to you. He was smiling and trying to get your attention.

“Excise me…I’m just not in the mood tonight. Would you leave me alone, please?” you asked politely.

“What?? Don’t you like a free drink?” he asked, peeved.

You felt your blood run cold when you heard a voice:

“Hey! I’ll get you anything you want, and you leave ‘em alone!”

You turned around to see…maybe not the most handsome man you met, but the most beautiful. You almost dropped your jaw. He had large blue eyes with thick lashes, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful, silky blonde hair you had ever seen. And he was walking up to you. You began to talk for hours and then traded numbers with smiling faces.

Your first kiss was in the rain. Roger had turned oddly romantic. He wanted to go to a museum of great interest to you. There was a special exhibit for only a limited time- a certain painter you adored. He bought you tickets- nice tickets! And this was before the band got off it’s feet too!

You grabbed his hand, ooing and aaaahing at the art. He smiled and admired it. If he thought anything rude about it, he kept it to himself. Even if he might have appeared low brow, he knew beauty when he saw it.

Once you walked out, it began to rain. Howling with laughter from the surprise of cold water splattering on your heads, you took off your jackets and huddled under them, running to the nearest shade you could find. One was a large tree planted in the sidewalk, proving a relief of raindrops. They weren’t a torrent, but manageable small drips every now and then. You both looked at each other, eyes bright from running and hair damp.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

You nodded yes.

You tasted the hamburger he ate for lunch, his tongue collided with yours, but his lips felt soft. On your book, it was a perfect first kiss.

It didn’t stop at kissing of course. The first time you did the deed, it was three days later. You had been studying over at his place. Luckily, he ordered in food, complete with dessert. As you put aside your flashcards, you gave a deep sigh.

“How do you feel, Y/N?”

“Good! I feel good about it!”

“Well then, guess we have time for this then!”

He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you onto his lap. You began to make out. Furiously. And you didn’t want it to stop this time.

As you sat there, you gave him a naughty smile. Then you quickly pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it in the floor. From the quick blinking and half grin, he gave you, he was not going to stop you.

“Rog…Rog I want you…” you said, placing his lovely face in your hands as you began to kiss him again and again.

“I want you…” you trailed down to his neck. You felt his body relax beneath yours “so bad…”

“Have me then…” he said. He unbuttoned his own shirt. Soon you felt the warmth of each other’s bare skin against the others. And it didn’t stop at your shirts.

You were there for every concert you could make it to. You cheered loudly as you could. Despite the numerous groupies with their claws pointed at Roger, he shooed them away. They would give you a glare before moving onto the next band member in sight. None of you minded that much. There were times you goofed off with drinking games and then would dance all night to your favorite songs before wandering to the house.

“Damn…” Roger would say…he reached into the closet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. He got out two shot glasses.

“Rog! It’s five in the morning? And you’re drinking vodka???” you gasped.

“Why else do it? We had an amazing concert and we're celebrating! We’re alive and it’s here, we might as well enjoy it!”

And then sleep until the afternoon when you woke up tangled in each other’s arms but smiling.

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As you were warm from thinking of those things there was a “Ding! Ding! Ding!” from the bathroom. The timer went up.

The moment of truth.

“Here it is…” you said nervously.

Roger took your hand and walked you to the bathroom. Shaking, you reached over and looked at the stick.

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Ending One: Positive-

Two lines. Two clear little pink lines. Roger was next to you; he clutched your hand. The inhale you were taking stopped in your throat. The stick was even moving with you hand. You kept blinking, then you let out a sharp exhale.

“Y/N….my Y/N, what do you think?” he asked.

This was huge. He couldn’t imagine what you were going through in your head.

“Y/N, if you need an abortion, I’ll help you. I’ll play the drums extra hard, I’ll pitch in what I have, I’ll help you to make it happen- we’ll find a clinic that’s safe and then you won’t have to..."

You let out a laugh, tears were already in your eyes, and you shook your head.

“No Roger! No!”

He tilted his head and squinted his blue eyes.

“No?”

“I mean, thank you! It’s kind of you to offer…but no!!!”

You hugged him with both arms, the test still in your hand, dangling off, the two lines staring at Roger. You gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

“Here’s what…I…I want to keep the baby…”

“Keep it? Then…then this is big, Y/N…but…you’re happy?”

“I am happy! I am happy that I have a part of you with me, always- that there’s going to be a person half you and half me out there in the world! I…I’ve wanted to be pregnant for a while now! And I want to have your baby!”

You relaxed in his arms and melted onto his shoulder.

You let go and he held your hands, pulling you close still.

“Y/N…we will do what we can…I…I never thought a year ago I would say this but…I will be a dad to this baby. I won’t leave you and I won’t leave the kid inside you either! You don’t have to be afraid now- you mean so much to me and if that means taking this on, I won’t mind…"

Outside you heard birds chirping as if celebrating. Roger licked his lips and then frowned, eyes looking down.

"But...I'll try...even if I’m not ready to be a dad…” he confessed.

“Will we ever be ready to be parents?” you asked.

There was a pause. The clock ticked as if in silent reply and outside a car passed by.

“Then…then we’ll raise the baby together.”

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Ending Two: Negative.

There was only one line. There were two sighs. Roger was relieved secretly- no responsibilities. No human life to concern himself about. Y/N blinked and rechecked again and again, and then set it down.

“Well…well then!” you announced.

“Why, Y/N…we might need to celebrate!” Roger suggested.

“I…I think so!”

He went to the kitchen, even though it was still the afternoon, and the sun was shining through the windows.

“Let’s have a drink- it’s something you would have to miss out on! We can throw in some coffee too! And all the stuff you wouldn’t be able to enjoy if you were pregnant!”

Sure enough he brought out the drinks and you were enjoying it. You both held small champagne glasses.

“Part of me…wants to be pregnant. Wants to be a mama. But I…I’m not so sure…”

“It’s a lot of work, Y/N. And…with the band…we’re enjoying what we have…”

“You know…you’re right! I like my life! I like my college and my classes and my friends!"

"No one wants to miss out on those!" Roger commented.

You played with the rim of your cup and looked down, then back up through your lashes at Roger

" Plus, there’s this handsome drummer I’m dating…” you added.

He leaned against the kitchen counter cockily.

“What’s he like?” Roger asked.

“Hilarious. Smart. Talented. Creative. Bold. Fearless. Passionate. Fiery. And best of all…he’s mine…” you praised.

“Same to you, darling.” He replied with a smile that could melt winter.

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diamondstuddedflunkies · 1 year

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Request: Jim Morrison x Reader shower sex in a big, fancy hotel room shower that also has a place to sit on if needed

😍

I'm sooo sorry, it takes forever for me to write stuff 😭 hope you like this!

The knob twisted with a squeak as you turned up the hot water in the shower, humming contentedly as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair. The suds ran down your back and you sighed contentedly, basking in the steam as the warm air filled the pleasantly large bathroom.

Jim had brought you along when he went on tour with The Doors, and you stayed with him at whatever hotel or motel the venue provided. The hotel you were staying at currently had been particularly luxurious, and Jim had been given a whole suite to himself. The bedroom was neat and comfortable, and the bathroom was complete with a jacuzzi. There was even a seat in the shower, built into the wall.

The last of the shampoo rinsed away, leaving only the last hints of fragrance as you reached for the conditioner. You closed your eyes and the shower curtain rustled behind you. A pair of strong hands gripped your waist, making you jump as Jim leaned into your shoulder, kissing you gently on the neck.

"This is a nice shower, isn't it?" He whispered playfully, "Don't you think there's room in here for one more?"

You grinned as he slipped his arms around you, hands sliding over your wet skin. Pressing his naked body against yours, he began to nibble at your neck and shoulders, leaving kisses and bite marks on your delicate flesh.

He moved you toward the shower seat and pinned you against it, running his wet hand down your stomach and between your legs. Leaning in close to your ear, he began to rub your clit, grinning maliciously as you squirmed with pleasure and anticipation. He pulled his hand and inched his hips toward your clit, just close enough that his cock rubbed against you. You whimpered quietly, burning with impassioned anguish.

"Look at you, so needy." He taunted.

You moaned, silently pleading as you dug your nails into the skin of his back. He entered with a sudden thrust, forcefully shoving you against the tiled wall and making you gasp with delight.

"Mm, yeah, kitten, doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes, daddy."

He threaded his fingers into your wet hair, pace quickening as he tugged back your head and sucked roughly at your neck. You arched your back, pressing your hands against his chest and twisting his erect nipples. He grunted sharply, gasping for breath in the steamy, heavy air.

Gripping your shoulder, he held you down and pounded you against the seat with raw, desperate passion. He let out a low, animalistic growl as you felt his thrusts slow, your lowering body tingling with need. With a final strong thrust, you came, breath hitching in your throat as you dropped back onto the shower seat, twitching with electrifying pleasure and delight as your orgasm rolled over your body. Jim filled you with his warm cum before pulling away, tossing his head back and gripping your thigh as he groaned desperately, lying beside you on the seat. Wrapping an arm around you, he nestled beside you on the seat and braced his foot against the floor tile, so as not to slip down.

Resting your head on his chest, you looked up at Jim's face and saw that he was soaking wet now. His curls were limp with water and stuck to his face and neck, which were damp with steam and sweat. Jim buried his nose into your hair, gently caressing your arm with tender exhaustion.

"That was amazing." He mumbled sleepily.

"Mhmm… Do we have to turn off the shower?"

"No, we can worry about it later."

You pressed your forehead against his neck, smiling comfortably. "Okay."

#jim morrison #the doors #the doors band #classic rock #classic rock fandom #classic rock imagines #classic rock fanfiction

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maziecrazycloud · 6 months

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Chapter 18:

Aisling and Jimmy play a dangerous trick on Madame Victoria Kaur, as they attempt to take the necklace for themselves. Aisling realizes there is more power to the stone than she realizes. Jimmy ponders what he has gotten himself into.

Chapter 19:

After near disaster at the Cobra Club, the burgeoning notes of friendship are born between the mighty Zeppelin and Aisling Cowan. Yet even as the haze of music forges forward, the threat of unknown magick lingers just under the surface.

AHHH I finally updated Forest of Time after 1000 re-writes and many changes. I forgot to announce when I posted Chpt. 18 a few weeks ago, so here is a double post with the brand-spankin’-new Chpt. 19 to boot! I really love both these chapters but something about Chpt. 19 was very fun to write. Im back in it folks! Also I’ve been writing this story for a year so far, and I still can’t believe it. I hope you enjoy!

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worldsgreatestsinner · 2 years

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Gorgeous, Gorgeous Boy

a jimmy page one shot

warnings: none, only pretty boys in lingerie and pure fluff

As the evening light filtered through the large windows in the sitting room at Plumpton Place, Jimmy was sitting on the floor between your thighs. Your fingers were running through his wind blown hair, untangling any knots and twisting strands into braids.

An old jazz record was spinning on the turntable, and the last bits of ash were falling off of an incense stick on the coffee table.

You both treasured evenings like this, both of you home with nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company.

Halfway through detangling Jimmy’s hair, the needle ran into the dead wax on the record. You were determined to finish the braid you were on though, and so a comfortable silence blanketed the room. Then Jimmy spoke up softly,

“Darling, what’s it like to be so pretty?”

Your hands stopped, and a blush painted your cheeks. You looked down at the man in your lap, puzzled.

“What do you mean, James? You’re gorgeous.”

“I mean, what’s it like to wear pretty dresses, put on makeup, and do your hair?” He tilted his head back, and stared up at you.

“And how do you do it so well?”

You giggled softly, and held Jimmy’s face in your hands. His curiosity was endearing, and you’d always imagined Jimmy would look good in your dresses.

“Would you like me to show you love? We can have a girls night… Play dress-up!”

Jimmy nodded eagerly, and you pulled him up from the ground, and whisked him away to your vanity table.

Jimmy looked absolutely precious when you were done with your work. Jade eyes accentuated with a flick of liner and kohl, and some mascara too. A soft blush upon his cheeks, and delicate shade of lipstick and gloss over naturally tinted lips.

“What do you think?” you got off of his lap, giving him full view of himself in the mirror

He sat staring at himself, astounded and grinning at just how pretty you’d made him.

“Now, what do you fancy for an outfit, hm?

Jimmy was vague with his answer and simply told you to pick out “whatever would suit me best,”

You took to listing off some options of what you had in your closet, and Jimmy only hummed in agreement with all of them.

In the end, you pulled out a black silk robe, and a matching lingerie set. You didn’t fully intend to be suggestive; you just wanted Jimmy to get the full experience and still be able to lounge around the house. You also grabbed some pearl and gold necklaces for him to try.

Your lover looked up from the vanity stool and giggled, taking the robe and lingerie from you.

“I recognize these,” he said slyly.

Jimmy shed his jeans and sweater and bashfully began to slip into the bralette and panties you handed him.

“Could you uhm,” he began softly, “Y’know,” Jimmy motioned with his hands to turn around.

You spun around and covered your eyes,

“Jimmy, you don’t have to be nervous, it’s only me.”

You heard the soft sounds of silk against skin, and then Jimmy cleared his throat,

“Okay, you can look now,”

It was your turn to be stunned. Jimmy looked beautiful. He pulled off a more feminine look incredibly well. You may have even been a little jealous.

You grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him in for a kiss. Then run your hands down his chest feeling the lace bralette. It was a bit small for Jimmy’s broader chest, but he still wore it well.

“You are so so pretty, James,” you murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

“I am,” Jimmy giggled, “I'm very pleased, y/n.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment longer. Swaying gently as you took in the beauty of your creation.

As you held each other, the thought of painting Jimmy’s nails and finishing braiding his hair came to you. You broke the spell and pulled him back into the living room, grabbing pillows and a blanket on the way.

Setting up camp in the living room reminded you of sleepovers you’d had with your friends growing up. This was exactly the kind of joy you wanted to share with Jimmy. You pulled out a small tub full of nail polish bottles and told Jimmy to pick out a colour he liked. While he did that, you took the opportunity to change into something comfy, similar to what Jimmy had on.

When you returned, Jimmy had placed a new record on the turntable, and a bottle of sage green nail lacquer was on the coffee table.

“I thought it would compliment my eyes, what do you think?”

“A perfect choice, love.” You plopped down next to him on the floor, and took his right hand in yours.

“I’ll do your right hand, and while I finish your hair, you can try to paint your left.”

Jimmy had picked out some soft bossanova album, and the tunes set the perfect atmosphere as you applied coats of the green polish to his nails.

“How long until I can play guitar?” Jimmy turned to look at you hopefully.

“The polish will be fully dry in the morning. But it will probably chip off quickly after not too long playing,” a small frown formed on his face,

“But, we can always touch it up, or pick a new colour!” You said reassuringly, planting a kiss on Jimmy’s cheek.

When his right hand was finished, you moved to sit on the couch behind him. You ran a brush through his long, silky hair and began sectioning off strands to braid once again. Jimmy was doing fairly well at painting his own nails, and he was enjoying having his hair tugged on and played with. His locks were easily twisted into elegant french braids that you tied off with silk ribbons, just for the fun of it.

You couldn’t have imagined Jimmy getting any prettier, and you never thought he’d ask you to do something like this. It was too much fun for the both of you.

Jimmy had now finished his nails, and joined you on the couch. He took your hand in his, but was careful not to ruin the still drying polish.

“Thank you for doing this with me, y/n,” he murmured, “I’ve always secretly wanted to try this.”

The two of you sat in blissful, comfortable silence, admiring each other.

“What would your bandmates say if they saw us like this?” You giggled, and Jimmy smiled, “They’d be jealous and ask for makeovers too.” “So much long hair,” you laughed, “my god, I couldn’t handle that.”

“You should teach me to braid my own hair, honey.”

“Mmm, I’ll teach you next time,” you smiled and kissed along your lover’s jawline.

“Next time! Really?” Jimmy said with enthusiasm.

“Of course there’ll be a next time! This was fun, and I enjoyed showing you how I dress myself up.” Jimmy planted soft kisses on your cheeks, forgetting he had a light coat of lipstick on. He stopped and then laughed at himself.

“Sorry, my love,” he reached out to wipe the prints from your cheeks, but you grabbed his wrists.

“Never mind that, Jimmy; I think it’s cute. Now, why don’t we practice a simple braid on my hair? I’ll guide you step by step.”

The man nodded, and moved to work his fingers through your hair, guided by your expertise.

The night passed with laughter and more kisses until you both fell asleep in a tangle of silk robes and soft blankets

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i hope you all enjoyed! this is the first of hopefully many more stories to come. perhaps i’ll write a full, multi-chapter fanfic some day. i apologize for any grammar mistakes, i’m science-not-english brained. a huge thank you to all of you lovelies for encouraging me to do this, and for your love <3

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strangekindaerin · 1 year

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Deep Purple Imagines #2- Holliday Edition

Jon Lord- You and Jon spend the whole day baking cookies and other treats for family and the band. You are carrying batter when you trip on something and end up covering yourself in batter (like that scene in 2 Broke Girls where Caroline broke her pearl necklace and trips on them and ends up covered in batter). Jon was too busy mixing the cookie dough that he didn’t see you. “Jon...” You said meekly like a child. Jon turns around not expecting you to be covered head to toe in cake batter. His mouth opens in shock then he starts laughing hysterically. “It’s not funny Jon!!!” You shouted embarrassed. “Go take a shower and I’ll finish everything.” He said still very amused. So you do just that. After your shower (which took a long ass time since you had to get batter out of your hair which required many uses of shampoo and conditioner), you got dressed and dried your hair. When you came down, everything was finished. “Sorry I took so long. The batter was a pain to get out.” You giggled. “Why don’t we just relax and watch something on the telly.” He suggested. You nod in agreement. You both end up falling asleep on each other.

Ritchie Blackmore- You and Ritchie planned to celebrate the Winter Solstice. “Do we got everything we need?” You asked him. “I think so.” He grumbled. Well it turns out he forgot something... The Yule Log. “Well let’s get everything set up so we can stay up all night.” You decorated the place before going to make Wassail. “BLOODY HELL!!! I FORGOT TO GET THE YULE LOG!!!” you heard him yell loudly. You then heard the door shut and Ritchie was gone. You giggled while stirring the spiced beverage while thinking about the past year. A few hours later, Ritchie returned. He was more grumpy than usual. “There were no bloody logs left.” He grumbled to you. “Don’t worry! We can light candles.” You said cheerfully. “Okay...” he sighed in defeat. Soon it was time to celebrate. You drank the Wassail and wrote what you wanted to let go of on small sheets of paper before burning them in the candles. You felt tired but were determined to stay up all night with Ritchie by your side. You thought about how you met Ritchie this past year. His success with his band (and the many fights he had with Ian Gillan). You soon heard snoring and noticed Ritchie sleeping. You smiled at him before falling asleep yourself. So much for staying up all night.

Ian Gillan-You and Ian were good friends. You also had a major crush on him. You called him over to your place and asked if he wanted to decorate a ginger bread house with him. The challenge? You both were going to do it drunk. “Okay so here’s the challenge. We’re gonna do this drunk!!” You said getting out a bottle of whiskey. Ian got excited. He enjoyed drinking. A lot. So you got everything out. Gramm crackers, frosting, candy, ect. You both took a swig of whiskey. “Ready?” “Yes.” He said eagerly like a child. You were setting up the foundation when you noticed Ian was eating the candy. “Ian!” You sighed annoyed. He froze and looked up at you like a dear in headlights. “Sorry he said sheepishly. “Start frosting the house please.” You said while taking another swig of whiskey (or 5). You were feeling the effects of the whiskey and so was Ian. He was frosting the house when the structure fell. “OH FUCK!!!” He shouted. You looked at the now broken house. “It’s cool man!! We can pretend that the gingerbread men’s house burned down by an arsonist that’s wanted by government officials!” You said happily. “OR THE MONTREUX CASINO!!” He said laughing. You also laughed which caused him to laugh harder. Soon you two had tears in your eyes. You calmed down and looked at Ian then back at the leftover frosting. “Hey Ian?” You said trying not to laugh. “Yes?” He said. You scooped up some frosting before smearing it on his face. “Y/N!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!” He said shocked. You just cracked up laughing at his expression not noticing that the singer taking some frosting in his hand and doing the same to you. “Hey!!” You cried. “It’s only fair.” He chuckled darkly. You then wiped the frosting off your face before eating it. He did the same but there was still a bit left on his lips. “Hey you still got frosting on you.” “I do?” “Yeah let me get it for you.” You got closer to him until your lips touched his. Ian’s eyes widened in shock for about seconds before kissing you back. You made out for about a good 2 minutes or so until he finally pulled away. “I um... Um....” you stammered fearing his reaction. “How long had you had feelings for me?” He asked taking your chin in his hand so you could look into his blue eyes. “For as long as I can remember.” You sighed. Ian looked into your E/C eyes for a second before kissing you again. “Man I’m one smooth motherfucker.” You thought to yourself.

Ian Paice (Paicey)- “Do you wanna build a snowman?” (I just had to okay) you asked your BF Ian Paice or as he was called in his band, Paicey. “Yeah!! Do we have carrots?” You went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. “Got them!!” You said happily. You two then put on your jackets and you noticed something. “Hey did Ritchie leave his Pilgrim hat here?” You asked Paicey. “Oh he did!!” You looked at your boyfriend smirking. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” “Yeah. Snow Ritchie!” he laughed. You two bolted out into the fresh white snow. Paicey rolled the 1st ball while you did the second one. You also looked for branches and rocks for the face. “Found some rocks and a sticks!!” You called out to him as he was finishing putting the body together. You added the eyes and made the mouth into a frown since it was going to be Ritchie and that motherfucker is always in a bad mood. “Do you got the nose?” “Yeah.” Paicey replied. “Um your glasses are fogging up.” “I can see that. Actually I can’t.” he giggled taking them off his face and wiping them with his scarf. He then put on the snow Ritchie’s nose. “Now the eyebrows!” you giggled making them into angry brows. “Arms!” Paicey chirped putting on the arms so they looked like they were crossed (or an attempt to look cross). “Now... the hat.” You said laughing putting on the hat. You two both stepped back and admired your work. “It’s fucking beautiful.” You giggled. Soon a car pulled up in front of Paicey’s house. “Hey is that...” You see Ritchie get out and walk towards the two of you. “Paice did I leave my...” He then saw the snowman. He just stared at it for a few seconds then back to you two. “Who’s idea was this?” He said kinda annoyed. “Um both of ours.” You said looking at the ground. “And why did you make me into a snowman?” He questioned Paicey. “Thought it would be cute.” He said sheepishly. Ritchie then just went up to the snowman and grabbed his hat before going back to the car and driving away. “Now what?” You asked Paicey. “Wanna get hot coco?” “You bet your sweet ass I do!”

Roger Glover- “I’m so glad you’re doing this with me Y/N. Toffee making, or how’s it pronounced in Welsh “Noson Gyflath” is a very important tradition to us.” He said smiling. “I never made toffee before. What if I mess it up?” “You won’t Y/N. Just follow my lead.” Roger then poured in the ingredients in the pan before stirring it. “Now let me take it out and you can help me twist it. It has to be gold. It’s pretty tricky not going to lie. “Ready?” He said getting the molten sugar out of the pan. “Now just twist and pull at it.” You obeyed looking to Roger for help. “Am I doing it right?” “Yeah. Just like that.” You smiled continuing to twist and pull at the molten sugar as it was starting to turn into a golden color. “Y/N your a natural at this!” Roger smiled. “I am?” “Yeah! It’s like the perfect gold color.” So you allowed the toffee to cool before having some.

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thasboyy · 2 years

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George Harrison x Reader

Warnings: None

It was one of those days in which inclimate weather knocked out the power. The loud, rumbling thunder that sounded is what allowed you to go over to George without being detected, since it drowned out your footsteps.

He was sitting there so quietly as he read his book, the light of a mere candle illuminating the words. You blew air at the candle, and watched as the flickering flame disappeared before your very eyes.

“I should’ve expected that you’d do that.” George spoke, shutting his book as he got up to go get a match to relight the candle. You sat down, catching one glimpse at him in the second that lightning struck, lighting up the whole room.

You observed as he relit the candle and discarded of the match. Then you grabbed the book he had been previously reading only to look at the cover. You slid it back to where it originally was, “Fortunately, this storm shouldn’t last much longer.” You said.

“That’s good. I pity the other people living near here; their electricity has probably been knocked out too.” He said, looking at the burning flame.

You gave a slight nod just to show that you agreed. You made eye contact with him, and you nearly got lost in those eyes of his. The bright, dancing flame of the candle was reflected in his eyes. You smiled as you suggested, “We should go to the park once it’s done storming.”

“Yes, that’s a marvelous idea, my love.” He replied. You giggled, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

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yangleeh · 4 months

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Lennon and McCartney recreating iconic photos.

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gnrswife · 4 months

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slash xfem!reader reader is Axl's gf

warnings:smut,cheating

words:196

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

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

“slash please..” You whimpered pathetically.

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

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

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

First slash fic how is it

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bijouxcarys · 7 months

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⛧𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆⛧

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cassiana-on-dark-side · 1 year

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Completely out of the blue, but I need somehow to reconcile with Roger so here's a tiny fluffy little thing

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pink Floyd, Rock Music RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roger Waters/Reader Characters: Roger Waters, Reader Additional Tags: Slice of Life, One Shot, Romance, soft Roger, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Pre-Relationship Summary:

A very young Roger Waters is walking with his best friend, trying to work up the courage to ask her about something that is very important to him.

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thepinkwriterr · 8 months

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Capricorn Season Chapter Thirty-One

"Um, okay, go on," I said, my voice quivering with uncertainty.

Her hands fidgeted against each other as she pursed her lips. She looked as if she were searching for the words.

Worry struck me.

I waited for her to speak, watching her features quiver in search of words.

"The night me, Bonzo, and Robert went to see Sabbath something happened."

I didn't say anything.

More worry.

She spoke with taut tension. Her pursed lips relaxed into a grimace as she preapred to speak.

"Robert slept with Tiffany."

Icy pain ran through my bones.

I didn't believe her on instinct, didn't want to, but the look she wore told me she was serious.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

All the air shot from my lungs in one blow.

"Yeah, um, then Bonzo took her back to the hotel. Robert told us not to tell you."

She stood in the doorway still, casting a shadow down the hall.

"He did?"

Another stab.

Why didn't she protect me?

"Yeah." She stood with her hands clasped, the threat of tears haunting her. "Please don't be mad that I didn't tell you, or that I did tell you. I was just trying to do what was best."

I couldn't breathe. Bricks sat heavy on my chest. A thick lump made a home in my larynax. It languished on my vocal chords. I struggled to find the right words as I looked at her pained expression.

"No, it's okay," I spoke through my pain, "I-I understand." I said, the lump choking me as I spoke. Cold hands twisted around my neck leaving behind a trail of bruised fingerprints.

I slid down to the floor next to the thin door, Gwen following suit. "I'm sorry, Lore," she hugged me as I began to cry.

Of course this was the truth. This was the inevitable, the twisting of the knife. I don't know whom I was trying to fool more, myself or everyone else. He didn't love me.

Torrents of heat wracked my body as I let out a sob, falling harshly and heavy as fat rain. The tide rolled back as my body inflated with an inhale, the waves crashing back as I wailed with an exhale.

I was shocked that Tiffany was the one who made it all come crashing down. I knew it had to end, but I thought it would be his wife. I always imagined the idea of him having children, something I tried to ignore, but I knew he had a wife. It was a subject both of us avoided like the plauge.

If we didn't bring her up, she didn't exist. She was like an apperition waiting to appear at the foot of my bed at nightfall. She lingered around corner, threatening to topple it all. She was something I never wanted to think about always ended up on my mind.

I spent the next fifteen minutes like this. I cried so hard my stomach muscles ached and my head throbbed. She held me the entire time, smoothing my hair down and telling me it was going to be okay. I listened to her and allowed her words to soothe my now exhausted body.

But she was wrong. It wouldn't be okay. Everything would be different now. Robert had slept with someone else.

"Gwen?"

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

She sighed. I looked up at her to see her brows drawn together like theatre curtains. Her eyes evaded mine.

"I don't know...I guess I didn't want to upset the balance. I was having such a good time with you that I didn't want you to go."

"You don't have to lie."

She sighed again. Her brows relaxed and gave way to preformance that lie behind them.

"I didn't want to blow up Robert's spot. I've never been in this postion. I didn't know how to balance it."

We fell into a silence. Neither of us knew what to say, I guess. We'd never been at odds this way.

After a while of languishing in the silence I slumped into her lap and fell asleep.

She left before I woke. I was tucked snuggly into the duvet. I looked at the clock before fighting my way out of the covers. The guys would be back soon but I was happy to be alone.

I didn't know what I wanted to do more-- scream at him or fall into his arms. I dreaded seeing him shortly.

What would I say? What could I say? He would just look at me with those beautiful eyes and whisper something charming in my ear and whisk me off again. That's what he did every time. Every time he looked to another girl or came back too drunk. He just smirked with those terrible lips and apologized with empty words. I always fell for it. Always.

I had been here so many times. I could recognize these familiar feelings, the way they sat uncomfortably in my body. It was not the first time I'd been hurt like this, not even by him. I was filled with the same aching hope that always came after finding this out.

This time I really opened myself up, put myself on the line. I told myself he was different, that it could be different.

I knew it was a lie. It was a delusion I conjured up to justify another cycle of bullshit.

There was a knock at the door that interrupted my thoughts. I hoped it to be Gwen and went to answer it. But it wasn't. It was the last person I wanted to see.

Tiffany was standing in my doorway wearing a sweet smile. She was wearing a sparkly red halter top and a tiny pair of shorts. She looked so innocent, so unaware. I hated her for it.

I imagined his hands on her body. The sweat dripping from his overheated frame onto hers, the sound of his voice bouncing off the walls and catching in her ears. How beautiful he must've looked to her.

I felt angry that she would even look at him. How could she? He was mine to admire, to adore as his features were adorned with pale sunlight filtered from hotel windows. He was my temporary lover.

I had foolishily hoped he would be more.

Quite foolishly.

I was consumed with anger. It must've come up from the floorboards---I felt it start in my feet. Thick, heavy heat traveled through me. I felt adrenaline in my blood like so much water. It reached my scorching chest. My skin was red hot with rage. It worked through me with a frightening speed. I lurched at her.

I threw her to the ground, dug my nails into the soft flesh of her tawny bicep. I didn't feel sorry. I felt vindicated, like a fucking warrior.

Loud howelling bounced off the walls. Someone was screaming. I didn't know if it was me or her. The pain my throat told me it was me, but her jaw hung like an open window, so maybe it was both of us. A bead of sweat rushed down my spine and landed at the waistband of my cotton shorts. I was burning.

I pulled a chunk of her hair. I had never touched it before. It was soft like silk in my hands. She was screaming for help. I wasn't pulling hard enough to rip it from her skull but I wanted to.

Her skin was inflamed from scratching and slapping. She didn't even try to fight back, just like that day at the beach when Bonzo chased her around for what felt like an hour. I could feel the breeze on my slick shoulders.

She was helped alright. The guys rushed out of their doors to peel me off her.

Her lipstick smeared and hair matted. Her halter top had even come undone. Jonesy had to help her keep it in place as they went to her room.

"Yeah, bird fight!" Bonzo exclaimed with a playful smile. Jonesy slapped his arm. He was drunk.

Robert pulled me up from the floor. I was an after thought. He practically drug me by the ear to our room.

Gwen stood next to her room's door. She was drenched in dim light from the wall sconce. Her face was cast downward. She avoided my eyes. I felt even more shame.

"What the hell happened?" Robert cried. The door had barely swung shut.

I couldn't look at him.

"Lorelei, hello! What happened? Why did you attack Tiffany?" He said it as if he already knew the answer.

I cocked my head, speaking with a force I hadn't found in myself before, "Don't act like you don't know! Did you think I wouldn't find out?" I was yelling now.

He acted so smugly, asking me what was wrong. He knew well and good.

"This is all over me?"

"Don't be flattered. I'm leaving." I spat as I pulled my suitcase onto the bed, slamming it with all the energy I could muster. I started to pack my things. Anger burned off my tired frame. I was steaming and sweating. Adrenaline still worked through my body.

He flipped the top of my suitcase down. "Lorelei, stop."

His eyes dug into me.

I pleaded with him to stop silently. He held too much power over me. I shifted my gaze down to the floor.

"I'm sorry, okay? I never wanted to hurt you."

His voice was gentle and soft. I wanted to melt into him right then.

I tried to be strong.

"Bullshit," I cried, pushing his hands off me.

"Hey, c'mon, you know I love you."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," I said through teary eyes.

"I do, I mean it. I love you. You're my girl."

His words were quiet as if he were trying to keep a secret.

"Robert, stop. I can't- you can't mess with my head like this."

Tears rushed from me and fell down my face. I didn't know what was up or down. His hands and voice were lulling me into a sleep, one I needed so badly. His voice was an offer of reprieve. His hands worked at me. His eyes gave me a place of ease.

"I'm not, I promise. I love you. I really do."

"You don't mean that."

I tried to continue my packing but he stood in the way again.

"Stay here with me and I won't even so much as look at another girl. My love, my darling Lorelei, you're all I want." He held his hands up in defense, earnestly showing me his open palms.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He asked, a hopeful glint in his tone.

My chest heaved slowly as my breathing stalled. It would soon return to normal as my nerves were calmed. "I'll stay." I said foolishly.

I didn't know what a mistake I had made. I just wanted peace. I just wanted to be loved by him.

He put my suitcase down and slid it under the bed, tucking all the pain away. I already started to forget. We laid in the bed. He was close to me. I could feel the coolness of his body. I got the feeling he had put on this same production before. He rested his hands on my face, gently brushing the tears from my cheeks. I tried to blink them away but they kept coming.

We slept that night, peacefully and closely, after a passionate display of his love. It was his intention to make me feel good after all that pain. I still felt like my heart was swallowing itself, but he made it better. He almost made me forget it was his fault.

He had a certain magic about him. He could make you forget. I knew I couldn't forget how much it hurt. I couldn't forget the sights I had imagined. It was going to tear me apart. It would be the pretending that really hurt.

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I loved that anon's request, but how about a Jim Morrison x reader smut that IS rough? 😈

clearly great minds think alike 😈 hope this is good!

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Notes: rough smut, a lil hair pulling and spanking, sparse dirty talk, mild daddy kink, anal sex (cuz we all know he's a back door man 😏), unprotected sex (please use protection!!), also please don't use vaseline as lube it traps bacteria and stuff and it's just not healthy

You had gone out to a party together while Jim was on tour, but a guy had approached you when you were at the bar. He didn't know you were with Jim, so he bought you a few drinks and you played along. Little did you know that Jim had seen the whole thing.

Now it was time for punishment.

He clenched his teeth, grabbing your chin with his hand and forcing you to look up at him.

"Who was that guy?"

"It was just some guy at the bar, I swear!" You whimpered. Jim's eyes alighted with raw, animalistic passion as he grabbed your shirt collar and tugged you to your feet, barking, "Stand up, slut! Strip!"

He licked his lips hungrily as you tore off your clothes, yanking away at the fabric beneath his penetrating gaze. You began to peel off your underwear when he smacked your hand away impatiently, ripping them off with his teeth.

Pulling you against him, Jim smacked you crisply on the backs of your thighs and kissed you roughly on the lips. Shoving you down onto the bed, he moved his hands along your naked body as you lay on your back, biting and licking your skin. He laced his fingers into your hair and pulled your head back, exposing the delicate flesh of your neck. Covering every inch of you with hickies, he pinned down your arms in a vice grip and made your neck and shoulders red with marks that would last for weeks. He began biting and sucking at your sensitive nipples, twisting them harshly as his erection pressed against your thigh.

He grabbed your hips so hard that they bruised and flipped you onto your stomach, pressing you down onto the cheap mattress. Grunting, he took a swipe of Vaseline from a container by the bed and began to finger your ass. You gasped as he slipped in one finger, then two, then three.

Jim moved his fingers around, stretching out your ass and making your body quiver with anticipation. You moaned as he withdrew his fingers and rubbed his cock against your sensitive entrance.

He entered with a low growl and began pounding into you, each thrust shaking the bed. The windows rattled and the bed banged against the wall from the force. Overtaken with slack-jawed pleasure, you groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as you begged for release.

"You like that, you little slut?"

You moaned, too breathless to speak. He growled, slapping your thigh sharply.

"Answer me!"

You gasped and nodded vigorously, "Ye- yes, daddy!"

He laced his fingers into your hair and yanked back your head. You whimpered from pain and pleasure and he grabbed your shoulders, nails digging into your skin. Jim panted heavily, his strong arms pushing you down as he thrusted himself even deeper into you.

A jolt of pleasure went through your core and you yelped loudly, loud enough that the people in other rooms had woken up. Unable to contain yourself, you moaned again as a second wave of pleasure surged through your weak body.

"Yeah," Jim growled, "Tell them who's making you feel so good. Tell the whole fucking hotel that you're a filthy little slut. What's my name?" He commanded.

You gasped, "Daddy!"

You knew you were close. You burned with frenzied anticipation as he barked again,

"What's my name?"

"Daddy!" You screamed.

The word slipped from your mouth and you reached your shattering climax, eyes rolling up into your head as vicious shock waves of pleasure pulsed under your skin. Jim pulled out with a forceful groan, his warm cum spilling onto your back and the bedsheets.

You crawled to the side of the bed, breathless and shaking in your own delight. Tingling and twitching, you could barely move the bottom half of your body, still in shock from the experience.

Jim groaned and collapsed next to you, eyes wide from the adrenaline still flowing through his veins. He pulled your face close, kissing you hard on the cheek.

"Don't do that again, do you hear me?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good."

With that, he put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. You leaned your head on his shoulder as you were both overtaken by exhaustion.

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