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Adorable obsession. /// Graham Dunne X Reader.
prompt: he shows up to see you at every show possible of your band, until he take the courage to ask you out.
words: 1,1K.
warnings: none.
You were in the middle of a soundcheck with your band when you noticed a tall, lanky guy standing in the back of the room. He had a messy mop of brown curly hair and a slightly scruffy beard, but his bright blue eyes stood out against his clumsy appearance. He was watching you intently, and you couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze. You were sure that if one day from now someone asked him what you looked like, he'd know how to describe you in detail, in the most sinister way.
As you played through your set, you found yourself stealing glances at him as well. He wasn't like the other guys who came to your shows, who were mostly just there to drink and pick up girls. And how did you know that? Well, you've noticed him hidden in the audience more than once. There was something different about him, something quite genuine.
After the show, you were packing up your gear when you saw him approaching you. "Hey, great set," he said, his voice a little nervous, eyes right at the floor. Still, like a gentleman, he helped you to keep everything.
"Thanks," you replied, trying to hide your surprise at his sudden appearance. As you pointed out, you'd expect to see him at the band's shows, and yes, you've actually gotten used to looking for him among people, but he was quiet and focused on his own shoes, you didn't think he'd talk to you.
"I'm Graham," he said, extending a hand. His eyebrows arched, eyes finally on you, and you broke into a tiny smile.
"Nice to meet you, Graham. I'm–."
Interrupting you, in a rather adorable way, he was even polite to shut you up, quite unbelievable, and added that he knew your name. "I've been coming to your shows for a while now, y’know," Graham blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think you're an amazing keyboard player. And, uh, I think you're really cute too, if you allow me to say."
You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your amusement. "Is that so?"
"Yeah," Graham said, nodding eagerly. He understood her irony, but remained undaunted. "I was wonderin’ if you wanted to grab a drink or something sometime?"
You couldn't help but smile at his earnestness. "Well, I don’t go out with fans," you said, reaching into your coat pocket and pulling it around your shoulders. You felt stupid, yet you couldn't trust every pretty face you saw in that business, let alone men.
“Oh, sure, thing,” he became like a tomato, all lost in his feet. “Appears to be unethical, I understand.” And in a jolt of confidence, he went grinning with teeth and cute dimples showing, and this time, looking at you, he asked. "Wait, so you've noticed me here before?" He thought about adding that he was there for you, but besides that being too much, it would be something you obviously already knew.
“Hm, maybe, I think,” you failed to sustain your character and ended up with hot cheeks and sweaty palms. He realized, consequently, the insecurity he had before you were gone.
Nervously, you reached into your pocket, pulling out a loose cigarette and fumbling for the lighter. He had spent countless hours daydreaming about how he could talk to you, organizing plans and possibilities in his head, which now seemed almost divine as he looked at you standing there in front of him. He suddenly remembered that he had a lighter, something he had only kept on him because he had imagined that if he ever talked to you, you might need it. He had also written his number on a clean napkin, with countless plans on how to use it, and now was the moment to put them into action.
He came closer to you, feeling your scent engulf him completely, and lit the cigarette in between your fingers, he did make it extra, by holding your hand in his. It was not awkward; it felt quite natural, and he hoped you felt the same. He whispered a small "I've got you, honey," before walking away, leaving you feeling comforted by the lingering scent of mint that he had. Up close, his eyes were even bluer than you had thought, and you couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch his pretty curls.
As you were lost in your thoughts, a laughing boy suddenly interrupted you. He had his hands in his pockets and seemed pleased to have found Graham with you, but he claimed he needed to take Graham away. You smiled politely, nodding at him sympathetically, and he did the same before leaving without another word.
Left alone again, you felt a sense of loss creeping in that quickly replaced the comfort of Graham's presence that had been there before. You couldn't help but hope to see him at the next show.
Still feeling haunted by the night, as soon as you got home, your heart picked up speed, and the adrenaline seemed to kick in again. In your pocket was a crumpled napkin, which you found yourself curious about even though you had almost thrown it away. As you read the blue ink on it, you smiled seeing Graham's number followed by a message, "For the most talented keyboard player with the most striking eyes I've ever seen, here's my number in case you want to give me a chance!" This time, you didn't resist, dialing his phone number as soon as you finished reading it. You barely let him speak before you said, "You have a date with me tomorrow. You better be there, Graham."
His face lit up and it was like you could feel him through the call. He was actually smiling, jumping up and down with the phone in his hand as Camila and Warren cheered for him. You could hear everything and he didn't care, it was how he genuinely felt. "Yeah, tomorrow works great. Just give me the name of the place and I’ll be there waiting for you, my girl." You laughed at that, warming his chest up.
As the call broke apart, you couldn't help but feel a little giddy. There was something about Graham that was different from anyone else you had ever met, you could be wrong, but you had to get to explore it. You couldn't wait to get to know him better.
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i have a fanfic with karen posted, it's on my blog in case you're interested in reading it!
#graham dunne#daisy jones and the six#djats#graham dunne x reader#graham dunne smut#will harrison#djats fanfic
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And another request for Graham with no. 1 (one bed), no. 10 (friends to lovers) & no. 15 (sexual tension) as smut, please :) could be something like them having to share a bed at the house, because the reader is scared and can’t sleep alone…or there are no other options for her to sleep etc. (whatever you think fits best), thank you x
THUNDER
1: only one bed
10: friends to lovers
15: sexual tension
fandom: daisy jones & the six
parings: graham dunne x f reader
warnings: smut, p in v, swearing
It was storming out, the roaring sound of thunder mixing with the heavy rain that tapped against your window. Lightening painted the sky white. You were terrified of storms, you always had been, which is why you were wide awake, sitting up in bed.
You attempted to turn the lights on, only to discover the power was out. You couldn’t handle it anymore, being in this dark room all alone so you stood up and walked into the hallway. You couldn’t hear anyone downstairs and everyone’s doors were shut, meaning everyone was asleep for the night.
A loud crack of thunder made you gasp and you headed for the closest room to yours. Graham’s. You didn’t even knock, you simply just threw the door open, startling Graham.
“Y/N?” He asked, sitting up and looking at the time. It was nearing 2am. “Are you okay?”
“I’m scared of storms,” you whispered. Graham chuckled softly, pulling his blankets back.
“Come on,” he said, patting the empty space beside him and you were quick to join him, laying down and letting him throw the covers over you. “I’ll protect you from the storm.”
“Thank you,” you smiled, rolling around so you were facing him. You were definitely closest with Graham out of the entire band. You spend almost every waking second with him, whether you were sitting in silence together or laughing your asses off. Graham was your best friend.
But you had never laid this close to him. Another bang of thunder made you whimper and Graham instinctively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. You could feel his breath against your nose, making your skin heat up.
You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. It had always been there, but the pair of you were good at ignoring it. Your friendship with Graham meant the world to you and you didn’t want to risk losing him by giving in to your dirty thoughts.
But right now, laying here with him so close, it was hard to ignore.
“Distract me?” You whispered, your hands moving to rest on his chest. Graham hummed, wondering what you were asking of him. You closed your eyes, pushing your lips against his softly, testing the waters.
Graham didn’t push you away, he was taken by surprise, but eventually he too closed his eyes. You deepened the kiss, your hands gripping around the fabric of his shirt.
Graham’s tongue ran over your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore. Your hands moved from their grip on his shirt down to his boxers, your fingers quick to tear them down his legs, letting his already hard dick spring free.
You felt his hard on against your thigh and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips. You pumped him with your hand until he pulled away from the kiss and stopped you.
“Stop doing that,” he said and you froze up, worried you had crossed the line. “Sorry… I just… if you keep doing that i’m going to cum in your hand and I don’t want that, I want us to finish together,” he pecked at your lips and you smiled.
“Okay,” you said, softly as his hand untied the drawstring on your pyjama bottoms before he pushed them down your thighs. You shimmed out of them, letting them and your panties get lost somewhere between his sheets.
Graham was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky as he gripped at your thigh, hiking your leg over his waist. You had completely forgotten about the storm outside the second you felt his member push inside of you.
You quietly whimpered as Graham kissed your forehead. “Is this okay?” He asked and you nodded your head frantically, hands tangling through his curly brown hair.
Graham let out a sigh of relief as he began to thrust into you. His pace wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t fast. It was perfect and he was hitting the deepest parts of you, places that other men hadn’t touched before. Your back was arching into him, your chest flush against his.
“You are perfect,” Graham whispered, kissing your forehead. Your moaned, your head resting in the crook of his neck, your eyes fluttering shut, submerging yourself into the pleasure.
Soft whimpers and moans escaped your lips, it was like music to Graham’s ears. “Feels so good, Graham,” you said before sobbing into his shoulder. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he replied, quickly, his movements getting sloppier and sloppier with every second. “I don’t think I’ll last much longer, Y/N.”
“I’m so close, too,” you replied, drool falling from your open mouth and onto his shirt. Graham’s fingers dug into the skin of your thigh, your moans were getting louder, trying to conceal your noises into his neck.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” Graham whispered, afraid he was about to bust before you did. “Please Y/N, I need you to come,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut.
A loud moan tore from your throat at the exact same time thunder shook the windows. “I’m fucking coming, Graham, don’t stop,” you panted, your orgasm washing over you, a volcano exploding in your core making every atom in your body burn.
Graham was quick to follow after you, feeling euphoric and relieved all at once. He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead as he pulled away. You smiled happily, nuzzling your head into his chest.
“Thanks for distracting me, Graham,” you said.
Graham cleared his throat. “Is this going to change us? Because I really don’t want it to,” Graham said. “I- I mean, I want it to change us but not in a bad way… I don’t want to be friends Y/N.”
“You don’t want to be friends?” You asked, playing dumb.
“Not like that! I meant as- as in I want you to be my girlfriend,” Graham said, holding you close. “I really like you, Y/N.”
“I really like you too, Graham,” you smiled, kissing him. “So yes, I will be your girlfriend.”
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Y/N DUNNE: We got married 6 months later…
GRAHAM DUNNE: What can I say? I was obsessed with her… I still am.
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could you pls pleasssee write smutty smut about graham dunne?? Maybe him and reader have quick wild sex after a show in the bus or bathroom or somewhereee? Prettty pleasee and thank uuu
OH MY GOD !!!! 🥲🥲🥲
“Fuck, we cannot have sex again,” Graham panted as you unbuckled his belt. You smirked up at him with innocent eyes. His head fell against the wall, his hands collecting your hair into a messy pony tale.
“Who said anything about sex?” You said, pulling his boxers down and licking your lips at the sight in front of you.
“I hope you know how fucking gorgeous you are,” Graham moaned, as your hand began to travel up his thighs. You shrugged and bit your lip.
“I’ve been told once or twice,” You teased, your hands moving everywhere but his hard cock.
Graham whined and you giggled, your cheeks already flushed.
“You want to fuck my mouth?” You asked, tilting your head innocently.
Graham bucked his hips.
You laughed again, “I’ll take as a yes,” You said, winking. Slowly, with much anticipation, you slid your lips over the tip of his cock. Graham let out a whimper, the grip on your hair becoming tighter.
You took more of him in your mouth, as he began to move his hips.
“Just like that, baby,”
#graham dunne#graham dunne fanfic#graham dunne x reader#graham dunne smut#daisy jones#daisy jones and the six#billy dunne#daisy jones and the six fanfic
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Graham Dunne (nfsw alphabet.)
~~ Requested ~~
A/N: bear with me this Is my first time writing something smut related so sorry If it's bad.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Aftercare king. He will immediately gives you cuddles and kisses and then runs you a hot bath. I love him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite part of his body is his arms and fingers because of how proud he is with his guitar playing skills and his skills with you (wink, wink.)
His fav of your body is your eyes, he just loves to stare into them for hours on end. Or your boobs to be honest he's a boob guy.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Gonna be honest he has a breeding a kink, so he loves to cum inside you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Luke I said this man has a breeding kink, I mean he is a family man soooo. But, otherwise I feel like he is kinda ashamed or embarrassed about a lot of things when it comes to sex because I feel like he really doesn't like to talk about with other people that aren't you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I feel like my man was a virgin before the band started but as the six got more and more famous he definitely got more and more experienced.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. Enough said.
I just feel like he loves to see your eyes and your facial expressions.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he's pretty serious but he can be Goofy, because if something awkward or cute happens Graham will flash a smile and laugh.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Lets just say the carpet does match the drapes, but i feel like he doesn't let it get our of hand like he trims and stuff.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very intimate likeeeeee…. Duhhh have you seen this man has is very rom-com Rose pedals in bed esc.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon).
He doesn't do it that much because he has you but when he's on tour or just misses you he does it, and imagine phone sex 🤭
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I've said this like 3 times already but breeding kink! Hehe. And I feel like he has a thing for sneaking around.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Either your guys house or like when you guys are in public you'll find a closet or something like I feel like he loves fucking in the closet at the recording studio.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
This mother fucker like a God damn horny teenager so basically anything.
When you say something sexually, when you lip your lips a certain way, when you keep eye contact, and especially when your cleavage is showing. Like I said mans a boob guy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No pain kink. He would not want to hurt you and even If you said it didn't hurt you he still wouldn't be up for it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving.
But when he does do it he eats you out like a starved fucking man, he loves the sounds you make and how your thighs shake from underneath him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends on the mood you or him your on but usually slow and sensual.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Man's loves quickies.
Before practice, after practice, before you have to go to work, in the morning, before yall go to bed, ect.
My man's lives for them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Yes. Most of the time atleast.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Like I said: horny mother fucker. So, mostly average Stamina, but when he really needs you he could be lasting a while.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't have any himself but If you do and use them around him he will be jealous of an inanimate object.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He does like to tease. Enough said.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is average-loud but he tries to cover it up. you're gonna have to get it out of him and believe me it's not gonna take much.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He's a switch.
(I wanna dom this man.)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Average. (Like 6-8 inches.)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
HIGHHH.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I feel like he does most of the time but not after taking care of you.
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i know our mornings (were as good as it ever could be)
synopsis: eddie thinks he's doing a pretty good job at hiding his relationship with the youngest dunne sister. until he isn't.
warnings: smut, dirty talk, usage of alcohol & drugs, billy dunne
a/n: thank you so much for the love on the previous eddie post! this is shit but it's eddie smut and that's all that matters
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It all happens so fast you think you’ve imagined it - one minute you’re snorting your (fourth, maybe fifth) line of coke and reaching for another glass of beer, and the next you’re being pulled by your belt loops until you can breathe in the fresh evening air through your slightly powdery nostrils. You’re still looking down at your feet, hands outstretched and trying to regain your balance, which is a surprisingly hard thing to do using a coked-up brain, when the mystery assailant, probably Billy, starts speaking. You sigh and brace yourself for yet another lecture.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Welp, that’s definitely not Billy. You don’t know if you should be happy about it or not.
You look up and meet Eddie’s eyes, his eyebrows so furrowed that the annoyed wrinkle between them is especially pronounced - you want to reach out and smooth it out with your fingers, you want to tell him that as hot as he looks when he’s pissed off, he shouldn’t be getting wrinkles this early on. You don’t do any of that.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” You respond instead, putting a hand on your hip with such force that you make yourself stumble a little bit. In the blink of an eye, Eddie is holding you by the waist, concerned, and you pray to every single entity out there to just make the goddamn sequin dress separating your bodies disappear into thin air, simply to feel his large hands against your skin. “I’m having fun.”
Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh and tilts your head upward, cleaning up the cocaine residue around your nose. A part of you finds it weirdly cute.
“Too much fun.” He tells you and you shake your head.
“I’ve seen you do, like, six lines one after another. You can’t just lecture me when you do the exact same thi-”
“That’s because I’m used to it, I can handle it.” Eddie interrupts, grabbing you by the chin gently. He’s looking at you right in the eyes, wanting to drive his point home, but all you can focus on is his lips. “You could barely handle a shot of whiskey before and now you’re drinking and doing lines like you’ve done it all your life.”
You roll your eyes, although you understand what he’s trying to say.
“Eds, just leave me alone. I’m not going to die or somethin’. I’m just having fun.” You defend yourself, but the hiccups in-between your words do absolutely nothing to convince the man in front of you.
In fact, something flashes in his eyes. It’s a look you see rarely, but one you recognize as the look he gets when he sets his mind to something. You don’t get to dwell too much on it, because he’s crouching and picking you up, and before you know it, you’re thrown over his shoulder with such ease it makes something at the bottom of your stomach flutter.
“Eddie, put me down, now! What are you doing!?” You protest and hit his back with your fists as hard as you can, waving your legs in the air. He doesn’t even flinch and instead places a hand on your calf and squeezes, a gesture you can only interpret as “calm the fuck down” - and something in you listens, despite the drugs and liquors in your system screaming at you to keep acting bratty.
You vaguely recognize Warren’s wolf-whistling at the pair of you, but you don’t pay him any attention - by the time he’s asked for your room key at the reception desk in that deep voice that drives you crazy and you’re in the luxurious elevator, you’re already half-asleep but still have enough leftover energy to complain.
"Can you put me down now? You’ve proved your point.”
In response, Eddie’s hand moves higher up your leg, slipping underneath your dress. You can feel yourself blushing as he starts drawing circles on your inner thigh.
“Hm, I really don’t think I have, sweetheart.” He tells you and you want to strangle him for knowing exactly what buttons to push to make you speechless.
The rest of the elevator ride is spent in torturous silence, as he absentmindedly drags his fingers across your skin and you stubbornly hold in your whimpers and gasps, because you’d rather die on the spot than have him know how sensitive his touch makes you.
Only he can make me feel like this, you think to yourself in a striking moment of clarity.
After what feels like an eternity, you finally arrive at your floor. Eddie confidently walks towards your room and opens it - as soon as the door closes, he strides over to the bed and gently drops you onto it. You’re looking at the ceiling, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time, as he removes your heels. When he stands up and kisses your forehead, ready to leave so you could get some sleep, you grab him by the collar.
Sleep is the last thing on your mind right now.
You kiss him hard, and he responds immediately - you feel his heart thumping when your chests press against each other, and you’re pretty sure he can feel yours too. He moans into your mouth when you tug on his hair and you feel like you’re on the brink of getting what you want - except, he pulls away from you. You look at him, confused, and when you reach out to try and bring his face towards you, he grabs your wrists in one hand.
“You’re drunk, sweetheart. We can’t.” He explains and you want to cry. Why did he have to be so thoughtful?
“But I want you.” You try and he just smiles at you, wide and toothy, as he stands up. You catch his hand. “Can you…can you at least sleep next to me? We don’t have to do anything, I just..."
He turns to look at you and you see surprise painted across his features. You open your mouth to take it back, tell him you don’t know what you’re talking about, play it off as the drugs talking, but he’s already dropping his jacket on the ground and getting into bed with you before you get the chance to say anything.
He opens his arms, inviting you to come closer and you gladly take the invitation.
"You're cold." You tell him when you lay your head on his chest and feel him wrapping his arms around you. He smells like cigarettes and citrus. It’s your favorite smell in the world.
“You’re hot.” He responds, grinning as he kisses the top of your head, and you giggle.
It’s the last thing you remember before you fall asleep.
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You wake up horny. Not unusual by any means, considering you fell asleep horny and next to Eddie. Still, you know you can't ignore it for long.
As your eyes adjust to the sunlight pouring in through the windows, you feel Eddie, still asleep, wrapping a long arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest. His gentle hums do nothing except fuel the growing need in you to have him. You decide to do just that.
Careful not to wake him, you slowly move down his body and when you reach the part you're craving the most, you greedily undo his belt like you're opening a Christmas present. You pull his jeans and boxers down at the same time, impatient, and immediately get to work.
You run your tongue from the tip to the base, savoring the shiver you receive in response. You do that a couple of times but as soon as you take him in your mouth, Eddie gasps and you know you've woken him up, because you feel a hand in your hair.
"Shit, baby, good mornin' to you too." He laughs and the rasp in his voice makes you throb.
You take him in deeper, tracing the vein in his shaft with your tongue and Eddie practically howls. Biting his lip, he buries his other hand in your hair too as the sounds of your gagging and his moaning overlap.
"I love this fucking mouth on my cock." He breathes out. "God, I can't get enough of you. Come 'ere."
You shake your head as you press open-mouthed kisses down the shaft.
"No, I want you to cum in my mouth." You declare stubbornly and he swears out loud at your words.
"I'll cum in that pretty little mouth as much as you want me to, but I need to be inside of you right now, baby, please." He almost begs and you look at him beneath your eyelashes.
He's panting heavily, his bottom lip slightly bloody because he bit it too hard, brown eyes glazed over and hair splayed out on the pillow beneath his head like a halo. He looks like a mess and it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.
Well, how can you say no to that?
You crawl towards him and he grabs the dress you've slept in from yesterday and pushes it up your body, hastily trying to remove it. You help him and soon, the dress is a mere clothing item on the floor. Left in only your underwear, he licks his lips as his eyes look you over. If it was anyone else, you would have felt like a piece of meat being ogled at, but his look only turns you on even more.
You tug on his shirt, wanting it off, and he complies immediately.
As you climb into his lap and undo your bra, Eddie watches, mesmerized, when you start grinding on his cock like a woman starved, your tits bouncing along with every movement. In an attempt to tease him, you reach out to play with your nipples, but he smacks your hands away, shoves his face in your chest and starts worshiping your tits with such vigor you think you can cum from this alone.
"Eddie! Oh!" You mewl and he groans in response, tugging your underwear down your thighs. He rubs a finger against your folds and your head gently knocks against his when his finger glides right inside of you.
"So fuckin' warm and tight and all for me. Only for me." Eddie whispers, kissing your neck. You nod, burying your fingers in his tangled hair.
"Only for you. Always for you." You whisper in his ear and he exhales sharply, relieved, like he's being told something he never once thought would be true.
You don't even notice when one finger has become two, and two has become three in your haze of pleasure until Eddie pushes you down onto the bed, looking at you like you've hung the moon and stars. You smile at him and pull his face down to kiss him, and you can feel him chuckling against your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you melt in his embrace. In response, Eddie grabs your hips, something you've noticed he really likes doing, and carefully enters you. You open your mouth in a silent scream, and he groans loudly, squeezing you so hard you're sure he'll give you yet another pair of bruises. You don't mind though, not at all.
"You okay, sweetheart?"
"Very much am, Roundtree."
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"What did you just say?"
Warren laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
"Look man, I don't fuckin' know, all I'm saying is that I saw them leaving together."
It's quiet in the breakfast hall as Billy ponders on what to do.
"I get that she's our little sister, but she's grown up now. Even if she is, y'know, sleeping with him, why should that matter? I mean, it's Eddie, do you really think he'd do anything to hurt her?" Graham argues, gesturing with the utensils in his hands as he speaks.
Daisy and Karen nod in agreement.
"He's got a point, you know. I really don't think it's that big of a deal. They've got the hots for each other for a while now, too, it's only natural." Karen adds and Billy's mouth turns into a tight line as he death glares the uneaten toast on his plate.
"Good morning everyone!" Eddie greets his band members when you and him enter, suspiciously cheerful. Billy's glare only becomes more hateful.
"Morning." He greets with gritted teeth, carefully observing the way Eddie gallantly pulls out your chair first, before sitting on his own. Everyone else around him also seems to notice, if Daisy and Karen's quiet giggles and Warren and Graham clearing their throats were any indication.
"Aren't you going to get breakfast?" Graham questions and you smile innocently back at him.
"Nope, I've already eaten." You respond and Eddie adds a "I'm very full, actually."
Awkward silence descends on the table for a moment before Roy arrives as well.
"Hey, Roundtree." He starts, an accusatory finger pointed at the bassist's neck. "What kind of vampire were you fooling around with? Jesus Christ, son, look at the size of that thing."
A beat passes as Graham chokes on his water.
"Roundtree, you fucking son of a bitch, I'll kill you."
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BILLY DUNNE: The prick was fucking my sister behind my back. Of course I decked him.
KAREN SIRKO: And people call women the emotional ones.
WARREN ROJAS: Dude, I thought I was hallucinating, for real.
DAISY JONES: So overdramatic.
GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs]
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Worth it. [smiles]
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he is currently the man I want in my life, he has so many talents and it makes him attractive (also and especially these gorgeous tattoos)🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
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ruby – eddie roundtree
part one (part two, part three, part four)
pairing: eddie rountree x fem!oc (may change to x reader)
warnings: drinking/drugs (billy/daisy's addictions)
word count: 1.6k
author's note: please bear with me in this, if there's a few time mix ups just with the order of things, please do let me know but i'm trying to find an equal balance between the book and show and it's a little difficult lol
On October 4, 1977, Daisy Jones & The Six performed to a sold out crowd at Soldier Field in Chicago, Illinois. They were one of the biggest bands in the world at the time, fresh off their award-winning, multi-platinum selling album “Aurora.” It would be their final performance.
In the 20 years since, members of the band and their inner circle have refused to speak on the record about what happened… Until now.
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THE RISE OF THE SIX (1966-1972)
The Six started out as a blues-rock band called the Dunne Brothers in the mid-sixties out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Billy and Graham Dunne were raised by single mother, Marlene Dunne, after their father, William Dunne Sr., left in 1954.
BILLY DUNNE (lead singer, The Six): I always dreamed of something different than the typical laid out career paths. When Graham first got the idea to start a band, I assumed it was just to win back his girlfriend. He was, what fourteen? The kid thought his life was over. [Laughs] I guess in retrospect, maybe it was a good idea.
WARREN ROJAS (drummer, The Six): He was definitely trying to get his girlfriend back.
GRAHAM DUNNE (lead guitar, The Six): We were solid, fine for a while. When Chuck quit, we were out a bassist, which isn’t really something you can do without in a band. Billy originally wanted Eddie to switch to bass, but he wasn’t too keen on that.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE (rhythmic guitar, The Six): I was so sick of Billy trying to run the band, it wasn’t his band, or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be.
WARREN ROJAS: There was this girl in my math class, her uncle owned a music store downtown, and she used to give lessons to kids on weekends, it was mostly just some scheme by her uncle to get people to buy guitars.
BILLY DUNNE: She was a sophomore, a young sophomore at that, she wasn’t even 16 by the time she joined, I was a year out of high school and the rest of the boys are creeping on 17 and 18, she just didn’t fit. Warren gets all the boys on board before bringing the idea up to me so I look like the asshole if I say no, I wanted to say no too, but she was good and I didn’t have another option.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She didn’t even show an interest in being in the band, she wasn’t begging us to give her a chance, we were near-stalking her at the music store, waiting for the perfect opportunity to hear her play and casually bring up that we happened to need a bassist.
JULIET OPAL (bassist/singer, The Six): They weren’t nearly as sly as they thought they were. I originally thought it was some attempt at stealing records or 8-tracks, y’know waiting until I wasn’t looking, but they kept coming back, seemingly just waiting for me to do something, what it was I didn’t know, but something.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [Sighs] They decided I would be the one to talk to her.
The shop’s bell rang, signaling the door had been opened, which swung Juliet’s attention away from the magazine she was skimming and up to the front of the store, peering through the aisles to see who entered. A boy, one she recognized from the creeping on her from the previous weeks, made himself visible and she was immediately on high alert. He approached the counter, swallowing nerves as he did, and cleared his throat.
“Hi,” his voice was hoarse, she took the awkward silence as a moment to study him, he wore a striped shirt, loose jeans, and brown shoes, his hair could use a comb through. He extended his hand, “I’m Eddie, I think we go to school together.”
“Juliet,” she met his hand, “is that why you’re here, to tell me that we might go to school together? Or is there an ulterior motive, one that may explain why you and your friends have been spying on me the past week,” any speck of confidence Eddie had going into this was entirely gone.
“I’m in a band with some friends and our bassist bailed on us pretty recently. My friend, Warren, he’s a junior like me, I think he’s in your math class, said he saw you play bass and that you were good. We just wanted to see you play before we formally asked.”
“Formally asked what?” She leaned up from her elbows that she had been propped on.
“Oh, to, uh, like,” he stopped himself, licking his lips and sighing, “would you want to maybe play bass for us?” His eyes instantly went to his shoes and he stuffed his hands inside his pockets.
“Can I have a little more info maybe? It’s not personal, I just don’t know you, like at all and you could be the worst players for all I know.”
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: That one hurt, something about a younger kid who you have a solid five inches on insinuating that she’s better than you are, especially when you’re practically on your knees begging for her to help you out can feel like salt being rubbed into a fresh wound.
JULIET OPAL: What else was I supposed to do? [Laughs] Just blindly follow the older boy who had been spying on me for a week to the alleged garage that he practices in with his alleged band and hope for the best? I paid attention in the stranger-danger assemblies, I knew better.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I invited her back to Billy and Graham’s but she said she had to close up for her uncle. Once we were out in L.A. she told me she actually just didn’t wanna leave with me and in hindsight, I can’t say I blame her.
The following morning Juliet and the Dunne Brothers skipped their first period and met in the Dunne’s garage. Juliet studied the wads of scribbled sheet music Billy had handed to her without looking her in the eye and she didn’t miss the way Eddie rolled his eyes at his hostility, and Eddie didn’t miss the way her upper lip curled into a smile as she saw his reaction.
After rifling through the stack of papers, she picked out one at random, and set it down on the table in front of her, leaning over to scan in a few times before pulling the strap of her guitar over her head. She looked over to the group of boys, standing huddled together with Billy noticeably further away and Warren nodded fervently at her with a grin overtaking her face.
After she played through the song, Billy made her play another, and another, and two more after that ‘for safety.’ Once he had run out of excuses for her to keep playing, he asked her to step out of the garage so they could confer with each other. After seven minutes and two overheard “c’mon man”s from Warren, Juliet was invited back into the garage and to serve as a temporary bass for the band, just until Billy could come to his final decision.
JULIET OPAL: He was stubborn even then, I’m honestly surprised he let me in.
BILLY DUNNE: I didn’t want to let her in the band.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I wanted her in the band, I made sure Billy knew that.
JULIET OPAL: A week after I joined, we were playing a gig with the Winters.
The group stood backstage, listening to the music that was permeating into every corner of the room. Juliet stood sandwiched between Warren and Camila, listening to the band. They had a keyboardist, she caught Juliet’s eye once they had got backstage, when they finished playing and she got offstage, Juliet made a beeline for her, introducing herself.
“I’m Karen,” she introduced herself, “you play with these guys?”
“Mhm, I’m on bass right now, but in an ideal world I’d steal Eddie over there’s job,” she pointed to him and he smiled back, nodding his head up at her, unknowingly, “I won’t though, kinda like him, at least more than I do Billy,” Karen nodded, opening her mouth to excuse herself from the conversation, “y’know I’ve been saying we need a keyboardist.”
“Have you now?” That piqued her interest she stopped in her tracks and smirked over her shoulder.
“No,” she admitted, “but I’ve been thinking it.” Billy hollered her name, gesturing her over to the group, who were making their way onstage. She pulled a receipt with a phone number scribbled across it in black ink and handed it to Karen, “If you ever get sick of them, give me a call, I’ll put in a good word for you.”
“Do you always carry around drug store receipts with your phone number on them?”
“You never know who you might meet,” she shrugged and started sprinting towards the stage before calling out over her shoulder, “worked out this time. Wish me luck!”
KAREN SIRKO (keyboardist, The Six): She was so.. vivacious, so full of life. She apoke about a million miles a minute, if I wasn’t fully interested in what she was saying, I don’t think I would’ve caught a word of it. You have this young girl talking your ear off, she seems entirely sure of herself, but also still feels a need to prove to you that she deserves to be there.
JULIET OPAL: I liked Karen, how could I not? And based on the way events would play out, clearly I wasn’t the only one.
WARREN ROJAS: It was a great gig, Julie did great, not that we weren’t expecting her to, we were just worried about her, she had never done anything in front of a crowd before, but she did everything that actually counted right.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: On the drive home she sat next to me and she told me I played well, then she leaned in and kinda whispered and she thanked me. She thanked me for being the one to ask her to join because she would’ve said no to anyone else. [Smiles]
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more eddie smut pls and make it spicy. do wtv you want go wild idc 😩🤭
u guys, bear with me, this is me trying something new. hope u enjoy!!!!!
Warnings: ....smut
NSFW alphabet
A- aftercare (what they're like after sex) :
•You guys... this man is the sleepiest after sex.
•He gets clingy, cuddly and all in between.
•If things weren't too messy, he'll just pull you into his embrace and you both will fall asleep to each other's heart beat.
•Now if it was intense... he'll make sure you're okay. Run you a bath, get food and water for you, help you clean yourself up. A gentleman.
B- body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's):
•He loves you whole tbh
•BUT if he had to pick one thing it would be your thighs.
•why, you wonder? they're just multifunctional. he loves biting them, he loves kissing them, he loves laying on them, he loves seeing them wrapped around his head.
•The man can't get enough.
•Now, his favorite body part would have to be his arms
•He doesn't really know why, but you seem to love them so he does, too.
C- cum (anything to do with cum, basically....cause we nasty):
•He's a responsible man
•That being said, he'd probably pull out most of the times.
•He LOVES, and i mean *goes absolutely feral* type of love, seeing his cum all over your stomach.
D- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
•This man LOVES the risk and thrill
•...That being said, he would love to fuck you publicly, just so everyone could see who you belonged to.
•He is a tad possessive and jealous, what can I say?
•BUT, considering the above he also would never like anyone to see his girl like that, that state of yours is reserved for himself only.
E- experience (how experienced are they? do they now what they're doing?)
•This is a rockstar we're talking about...c'mon
•He has had his one night stands with several groupies, obviously.
•But it is different with you.
•Groupies were just sex, you aren't just sex. He loves you and he intends on demonstrating it in every way.
•So he does know his way around sex, but he is still learning how to put love into it. And you're more than happy to help.
F- favorite position (this goes without saying):
•He needs to see your face, 100%.
•Kinda basic, but missionary. Again, he loves seeing your face react to his dick reaching far inside you.
•Also, I feel he'd love fucking you in front of a mirror, because he is a little ass that would love for you to watch how your body reacts to him.
G- goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or more humorous?):
•I don't see him as the type to laugh or crack jokes in the middle of sex.
•He is pretty focused on you all the time, so anything funny or embarrassing that might happen will totally be drowned by his intoxication purely on the moment.
•He does enjoy teasing you, tho. I feel he'd laugh out of amusement to you, only.
•Not in a making fun of you manner, ofc. But in a cocky manner, because he is a cocky person, let's accept it.
H- hair (how well groomed are they?):
•He has always trimmed it, and he always will.
•It bothers him, and he's sure it makes your experience a hundred time better as it is, so he never let's it get too long.
I- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspects...):
•Like I mentioned before, he loves to show his love for you through everything. Including sex.
•It doesn't matter how or where it is, he likes to make sure you feel good and loved.
J- jack off (masturbation headcanon):
•He doesn't feels like he needs it. He used to do it more often before you guys got together, but now you are more than enough.
•He might do it once in a while if you two are apart.
•OR sometimes you will be living life around the house and he'll just get horny out of nowhere because he loves you that much, and then he'll be embarrassed to admit it or just knows that you're not in the mood, so he'll sort himself out.
K- kink (one or more of their kinks):
•He absolutely adores and need praising in your sex life. Both giving and receiving.
•Again, he loves teasing the shit out of you, specially when you're having a shy day.
•Leaves marks all over your body just so everyone knows who you belong to.
•AND (he's yet to bring this one up) but he would love to see you tied to his bed. He is scared he'll freak you out, so he just keeps this one to himself.
L- location (favorite places to do it):
•The bed, cause he's s basic king.
•But he's up to fucking you anywhere, tbh
•The bus tour, backstage, against a random wall, the studio, a random party's bathroom, etc.
M- motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
•Again, you could be doing literally anything around anywhere and he will get horny all of the sudden.
•You are just to perfect for him not to.
•He does love to see you cheer for him like a fan during the shows. He is kinda narcissistic and loves to see you scream his name alongside the fangirls in the crowd.
•He also gets turned on whenever you show him how bad you want him. When you get needy and whiny for his attention, that just does it for him.
N- NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs):
•Sharing. He would never. He is only yours and you are only his, and sharing your or his body wouldn't feel right.
•Hurting you. Even tho he can get a little kinky and aggressive when pushed enough, he will stop everything if your face or body show any signs of discomfort. Doesn't matter if you reassure you're fine, he isn't having it. It just doesn't work for him, and it is not something he would ever feel comfortable doing.
O- oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
•Honestly? No preference.
•He loves to see you in front of him, on your needs, ready to take him in. The way your moans come out muffled because his cock is stuffing your mouth, or how you are so eager to satisfy him.
•But, he also loves to feels your thighs squeezing against his head out of pure pleasure. His name falling from your lips and your hand grabbing his hair only to push him deeper inside you.
P- pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?):
•Really depends on the mood.
•If tou two have been teasing each other all night, he'll make sure to satisfy quickly and several times. Doesn't even let you have a rest before he's attacking your sore pussy again and again.
•Now, if he's been missing you or just wants to feel you, he will take his time. He makes sure you feel loved and satisfied, caring for every inch of your body.
Q- quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than sex, how often, etc.):
•Lowkey loves them.
•He knows neither of you have a lot of proper time very often, so he'll take any opportunity with you.
R- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):
•He's willing to try out anything you want.
•Unless it involves anything painful for any of you two, because he doesn't feel okay with that.
S- stamina (how many round can they go for, how long do they last):
•He either goes many rounds, short duration;
•or two looooooong rounds.
•Depends on the mood.
T- toy (do they own any? do they use them?):
•(Did they even had toys back then? idk)
•Anyways, he doesn't own any, he doesn't use any. It's probably something he wouldn't think of using, ever.
•He just feels better when it's him that makes you cum over and over again.
U- unfair (how much do they like to tease):
•He ADORES good teasing sex.
•Lives to see you underneath him, all flustered and begging for him to give you something, anything.
•Knows exactly what and how to tease you, he has mastered this art.
V- volume (how loud are they? what sounds they make?):
•The man is moaning and grunting like his life depended on it.
•He is not afraid of being loud. Like, at all.
W- wild card (random headcanon for the character):
•He loves seeing you undress for him. Don't get me wrong, he likes taking your clothes off your body...
•but there is just something about you stripping naked in front of him, about not having to do anything but watch you.
X- x-ray (let's see what's going on inside those pants, pictures or words):
•Thicker than he is longer, good 7 inches.
Y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
•He is ALWAYS down to fuck. Or make love, whatever you want.
•It is always somewhere in his mind, the man is obsessed with you and every inch of your body.
Z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
•Doesn't take long at all. He can be gone after 10 minutes, easily.
•Still, he waits for you to he asleep first, only wanting you to be comfortable and resting before he sleeps himself.
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Inspired by @mystargirl-interlude ‘s post about Billy writing a song w/ readers moans in the backround.
How Teddy + the band would react to Billy playing the song for them
Karen - Karen would immediately be doubting the fact that you allowed Billy to play it for the band and just sit there, looking around the studio as the song just keeps going. She’d be counting the minutes until it was over, and she’d be the first to say no to it.
Warren - I feel like Warren would definitely enjoy the song and think it sounds good, probably not even realizing that it’s you in the background of the song. He would be vibing with it, nodding his head to the beat and playing imaginary drums until he noticed that the rest of the band is sitting idly.
Graham - Graham would be shocked that Billy was playing this in front of the band, especially considering how possessive his brother is over you. His face would be red and he’d be staring at the ground, trying to ignore the fact that your moans are being blasted in the studio. He’d try to distract himself by bouncing his leg but Billy is just proudly playing the song for all to hear.
Eddie - Eddie would be rolling his eyes the minute Billy announced that he had a new song. Once he heard the song start he’d definitely look around the room to make sure everyone was hearing what he was hearing and that he wasn’t just hallucinating the fact that Billy was playing a recording of you and him hooking up on the background of the song.
Teddy - Billy would be in the middle of playing it for Teddy in the studio and Teddy would pause it after like the second time your moans play and just look to Billy as if it were the most obvious thing and say, “This is not going on the album.” And Billy would be so confused and be like, “What happened to wanting sex and Rock N’ Roll?” And Teddy would just be like, “If I wanted to hear all of that I would’ve watched a porno. I asked for a song, not a sextape,” and Billy still wouldn’t understand what was so bad about it.
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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞(s)
Billy dunne x fem reader. Yes I’m aware I put this in the finnick tag, it’s the same actor and idgaf so keep it cute
smut, talk of sex, drugs and everything in between, fic is veryyy AU like the interviewer isn’t billys daughter, it was never specified but I imagine it as grahams and everyone in the band are still good friends. Read note at the end
2006
Narrator: let’s talk about the incident of ‘76
Daisy: “what a time to be alive” she said before bursting out laughing
Karen: “messy, messy, messy”
Graham choked on his water
Warren: original Pam and Tommy I swear *starts cackling* y/n was the og 90s girl before the 90s especially her fashion sense…. And other things..”
Eddie just started at the camera
Y/n: “made a shit ton of money” She says, laughing when someone out of frame catches her eye
Billy: “well. Um.” He stutters out rubbing his beard before he’s thrown a magazine by someone out of frame. “Oh, well this pretty much sums up the year” he says before flipping the magazine around to the camera
1976
“Fuck” You whine out, attempting to clench your legs around Billy’s head.
“Keep the camera straight doll” he rasps out before going back to absolutely devouring your cunt. Your senses are completely overwhelmed between billy’s head between your thighs suctioning his mouth to your swollen clit and the loud party in the next hotel room over with the rest of the band. You guys snuck away as soon as possible, leading to billy stripping you of all your clothes but making you leave your high heels on
“Billy, shit I’m gonna cum” you loudly moan out as you move the camera closer to your cunt. You swear you almost smacked the shit out of him when he took his mouth off your pussy stopping your orgasm. He sat up so that he could kiss you, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth as you lightly suck on it.
Billy grabbed the camera from your hands and pointed it down at you as you laughed grinning up at him. “Fucking ethereal” he groans out as he looks through the grainy video. He grabs your leg putting it over his shoulder as he lightly kisses your ankle that still has your high heel straps on. He switches the Camera to his other hand as he gropes your tit “billy if you don’t fuck me right now I’m gonna go crazy” “you already are doll”
Next thing you know you’re getting pounded into oblivion with a camera positioned at the both of you, billy had your legs around his hips as he was in a sitting up position absolutely rearranging your organs “Fuck, Fucking hell” you almost scream out as you feel his tip hit that spongey spot deep inside you “yeah, did I find it?” He groans out “yes! Yeah! Right there!” You whine as he starts rubbing your clit so fast that you swear his hand blurs.
“Oh my god! Billy, I’m cumming, yeah!” You say as you clench so hard around his you almost push him out completely
“Fuck, Jesus Christ” he moans. You can tell he’s about to cum by the way he’s twitching inside you “where do you want me doll” he groans as he pulls your head back exposing your neck as your eyes roll completely back in your head and your hair sticks to your face from sweat and mixed saliva
“Inside, please, fill me up” you moan as you being to cum mid sentence, white hot pleasure taking over your body and Billy’s cum filling you up only adds to the feeling.
You only take less than a minute before you’re grabbing the camera again and pressing record as you climb on top of him shoving his dick back inside you. He grabs the camera from your hold to switch the view pointing it at your cunt bouncing up and down on him.
The sound of the wet smacking from your creamy cum at his base fills the room as you viscously ride him as he begins to flick at your clit again and shows the camera the prominent bulge deep in your stomach.
The next thing you guys filmed was billy face fucking you to oblivion and the last thing filmed was billy pointing the camera down at you giggling with a wide smile and he rubbed his hand up and down ur body that was covered in sweat and thick layers of your shared cum
★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.
Way too many rounds later you and billy took a shower (and definitely didn’t go for 2 more) and went out for a smoke without thinking twice about the video camera lying on your dirtied hotel bed and most definitely didn’t think that Jonah berg would be the one to find it when he went looking for you two
★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.
“Rockstars steamy x rated film leaked as many tell their opinions” you read out to billy and the band from a rolling stone magazine
Everyone had a shocked look in their face while billys face was pink with rage and looked ready to commit murder
“If it helps I haven’t heard one bad thing about it” Daisy says
“Yeah I mean you guys looked rockin So I don’t see why anyone would be too brutal….” Warren rambles before slowing down once he realized everyone was staring at him
“You watched my brothers sex tape…?” Graham says just above a whisper absolutely horrified
“Okay- we’ll- hear me out” Warren stutters out with his pointer finger in the air trying to make a point
“NOPE NOPE” Graham cuts him of by dramatically gagging and running out of the room
Warren turns back to the band once Graham left with a wide guilty grin on his face
“So um..” he begins
“I don’t care that you watched it Warren, I would be surprised if you hadn’t watched it” you say rolling your eyes
“Right okay” he strains out defeated
“Okay… as I was saying, I haven’t heard anything bad, I mean obviously it’s an awful thing but there is little to none slut shaming which is surprising, everyone is just being horny but hey it’s better than everyone calling you a whore” Daisy shrugs
“Okay but did everyone forget what we are here for, you guys have tour press today in less than 3 hours” you stress to the band
Billy wraps with hand around your neck and kisses your head.
It’s not like you and billy are deathly afraid of public pda, it’s actually the quite opposite, you couldn’t even count the amount of times you guys had been caught with his tongue down your throat, hand wrapped around your neck and practically dry humping you In the middle of downtown Los Angeles.
“We are gonna figure something out with that psycho, I promise.” He mumbles into your hair.
★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.
“Daisy over here!” “Billy to your left!”
“What do you have to say about the leaked videos?” “Who’s the man you married Daisy?”
“Okay okay ONE at a time please” rod interrupts
“What do you all have to say about the leaked explicit tape of your lead man and his girlfriend and it possibly ruining her image?” one reporter asks the band as if billy isn’t right there
“Why should it ruin her image? It was an intimate moment between the two that got leaked by a fucking pervert, I’ve only heard people talk about y/n and nothing about billy, it’s NATURAL, y/n is an extremely talented and good looking woman, you guys are talking about it like you’re a bunch of fuckin virgins.” Daisy says to all the reporters
“And we will be expecting to see Jonah berg in court” Is the only thing billy said before rod cut time.
2006
Warren: The berg-dunne-l/n lawsuit was the biggest thing of the decade and even in pop culture, I mean I still hear about it now”
Daisy: billy and y/n were very shameless people, they had the guts most people didn’t have, that being said; for all 7 days the case lasted they had every second broadcasted on live television
Y/n: what can i say? My kink is karma” she shrugs
Warren: I remember that the day they had me testify when we were leaving the building it was just a sea of paparazzi and flashing cameras, they even had security trying to pave a way to the car through all the paps, I also remember that once the security guard moved out the way and y/n came into their view- I will always remember this, it was truly an iconic moment but one of them just yelled out “y/n what’s up baby!” and then the blinding lights got ten times worse” he says with a chuckle
Karen: it was just insane that even despite the fact that they showed up to court everyday high cocaine they still managed to win the case getting 4 million dollars which mind you, was worth what 17 million today would be from rolling stone and Jonah berg” She says in disbelief
Daisy: remember when I said they were both very shameless people?
Eddie: yeah well after the case people and when I say people I mean like two news outlets called them embarrassed prudes or something like that and them being stubborn decided to really shut them up. In better words they decided to be the cover of the fall ‘76 playboy issue” he says thinning his lips
Rod: if I recall correctly I’m pretty sure that was the most popular playboy magazine of all time, I mean it was everywhere, every gas station, every corner you turned, they even had one of those big posters put up on the walls out by Venice beach area
Graham: yeah, um it wasn’t fun seeing my brother and his girlfriend naked every corner I turned.” He strains out
Billy: well it was definitely an interesting year, even after the case was closed we still had paparazzi following our every move, sometimes it would be worse than others, I remember we were at a party once after a show in Vegas and me and y/n were absolutely trashed, basically blackout drunk and high but the cameras were there and the next morning we of course saw our faces plastered on the cover of star magazine” he says slightly laughing
Y/n: yeah that was definitely a magazine cover! But we were practically hanging off each other trying not to completely collapse on the floor 
Narrator: do you ever wish you were never famous and lived a normal life?
Y/n: Well to be honest no.
Billy: even though it was a very hectic year that was probably the best year in that era, I got married to my wife that year
Y/n: that would be meeeeee” she says cheekily
Karen: I had a joke that was saying “rub it in their face put a rock on her hand” because them two were basically a married couple at that point and they took that seriously
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Narrator: let’s talk about the incident of ‘76
Jonah berg: next question.
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Y/n: it was all very-“ she’s cut off by billy running behind her and quickly grabbing her face and hastily kissing her and then running off before she can even process what happened.
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During the break with the interview y/n and billy are talking and out of the blue she sits up remember something
“Do you remember the time we had a threesome with Daisy” she laughs out
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LMFAO the way it took me over a month to finish this😭 chi I had testing and I was busy fighting and doxxing swifties on stantwt but now I wanna write a billy x reader x daisy smut 🙁 but I do apologize for this now stop harassing me in my asks for this fic anyway see you next time fatties
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Songbird || NINE
Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader
Warnings: smut (if you are under 18 please do not interact)
Word Count: 3k
Part Summary: Billy and Y/N argue about his song and Eddie and Y/N break the rules they set for themselves.
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TRACK NINE;
BABY SAID
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Y/N L/N: I never could have imagined how annoyed Billy would be that Daisy changed the lyrics and I couldn’t have imagined the argument he had with me about it.
GRAHAM DUNNE: Billy blew up at Y/N because she knew about the lyric change before he did and didn’t say anything, everything in that house was tense for a while.
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“Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?” Billy exclaimed, barging into the living room.
“What?” Y/N questioned, looking up from her notebook.
“The song, you knew about the changed lyrics.” Billy said.
Y/N placed her notebook down in front of her, “Yes I did.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me about it?” Billy said, “How long have you known about it?”
“I’ve known about it for two weeks,” Y/N says, “I was at Teddy’s house discussing a few things about my songs and Daisy came in with the changed lyrics.”
“And you thought you’d just what? Let her change my song.” Billy shrugged.
“They were better lyrics Billy,” Y/N says, keeping her voice calm, “She asked my opinion on them.”
“Your opinion,” Billy says, “Y/N, you’re not a songwriter.”
“Not a songwriter?” Y/N says, suddenly feeling angry, “Not a songwriter. Okay Billy, who is the one with a song on the radio which people love, because last time I checked it definitely wasn’t you.”
Y/N stood up from the couch, stepping closer to Billy, “Daisy took your simple and good song and made it complex and frankly, fucking amazing.”
“But it was my song Y/N, she had no right to change it and you had no right to feed into that.” Billy says.
“I didn’t feed into anything, Billy,” Y/N says getting frustrated, “She changed the lyrics, asked me if they’re good, I said yes, that was it. I don’t know why you’re getting angry at me for simply giving Daisy my opinion.”
“Because you can’t write a song, Y/N!” Billy exclaimed, “Your lyrics are always so two dimensional and are always about the same thing. They’re always about wanting to achieve something and being unable to get it.”
“You can’t say anything about my songs, Billy,” Y/N says, “Have you ever even heard your lyrics? ‘I put the grease on the wheel’ What the fuck does that even mean? You call my lyrics two dimensional, at least I’m saying something in mine, not giving a step by step guide.”
Y/N stepped closer to Billy, leaning up to whisper in his ear, her voice low, “ And next time you say something to me about my ability to write a song, just remember that you will never get on the radio without Daisy.”
“What’s going on in here?” Graham questioned, stepping into the room.
“Nothing,” Y/N says, “Absolutely nothing.” Picking up her notebook, Y/N left the room angrily.
Entering her room, Y/N picked up the bottle of wine next to her bed and took a long sip. Sighing she slumped down on her bed.
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Y/N L/N: I think that was the point where I was fully convinced that I hated Billy Dunne.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I never knew what Billy said to her, none of us did, but after that argument they had, she disliked Billy more than me. I tried to talk to her about it but every time she would change the subject. I stopped after a while.
Y/N L/N: Of course I was proud of everyone when they were on the radio, I remember I tried to contact Daisy but I didn’t exactly know where she was and I didn’t have any of her contact information. Nothing could have prepared me for that smug look on Billy’s face when he heard himself on the radio. There was this small unspoken argument between us. Their song knocked me to number two on the charts [laughs] Warren never let me live that down.
BILLY DUNNE: I wrote a song about hope, survival, the perseverance of love. And she turned it into this celebration of doubt, uncertainty. I mean I fucking hated that song, but apparently I was the only one.
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Y/N strode into the kitchen with Eddie following closely behind her. She picked up a piece of bacon from the plate and began to eat it.
“When’s the last time anyone went through the mail?” Karen questioned aloud.
“I thought that was your job.” Warren commented, sitting on the countertop.
“My job?” Karen exclaimed.
“Also, that pile of stuff in the sink is getting pretty big.”
As Y/N picked up another piece of bacon and put it on her plate, Eddie immediately took it off and began to eat it himself.
“Hey, just because you stole the number one record from me doesn’t mean you can steal my food too.” Y/N says, swatting him lightly on the shoulder.
“For the record,” Eddie says, leaning down so his mouth was next to her ear, “I prefer your song.”
Y/N looked up at him and gave him a small smile, unsure of what to say.
“Uh, guys.” Karen says, causing Y/N’s attention to divert to her.
“What?” Graham questioned.
“Does anyone know what these are?” Karen smiled, holding up five envelopes.
Everyone suddenly scrambled to get their envelope and opened it with haste.
“I’m rich!” Warren yelled in excitement, “I’m rich!”
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WARREN ROJAS: $600 went a real long way in those days.
BILLY DUNNE: Even though I wrote most of the songs, we split the publishing evenly. I thought, ‘Why not?’ You know? I mean…we were family.
GRAHAM DUNNE: First thing I bought? A surfboard.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Couple of amps. Fuzz pedal.
KAREN SIRKO: Stock market, obviously.
WARREN ROJAS: Oh, there was this beautiful fur vest in a shop down in Venice.
Y/N L/N: Except for Karen and Billy, I had never seen people buy such stupid things just for the sake of it. [laughs] I was proud of them though.
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“How soon does it kick in?” Warren questions.
“Depends on the person.” Karen answers.
Warren suddenly stands to his feet and sways a little, “Now, I feel like, on a molecular level, you know, the me and the canyon, we are…” Warren suddenly claps, “We’re ha! No, we’re the same, man.”
Y/N began to laugh and she couldn’t stop, she leaned slightly closer to Eddie, unable to control her body perfectly.
“Warren and Y/N are feeling it.” Karen comments.
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GRAHAM DUNNE: How should I put this? With Billy and Camila out of the house, I think we all just felt a little bit, uh, freer.
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“Oh shit,” Graham says, “I can’t feel my heart.”
Karen places her hand on Graham’s chest, “It’s beating.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure.”
“Don’t move your hand.” Graham says.
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WARREN ROJAS: [laughs] I really miss drugs.
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The only two left out on the balcony were Y/N and Eddie. Y/N was staring up at the night sky while Eddie was staring directly at Y/N. Eddie had a dopey smile on his face as his eyes continuously scanned over Y/N.
“What are you thinking about?” Y/N questioned.
“What?” Eddie says slowly, not processing the question.
Y/N turned her head to face Eddie, “What are you thinking about?”
“You.” Eddie answers.
“Me?” Y/N questions, “Well I am pretty amazing.”
“You are,” Eddie says, “You are amazing.”
“You’re amazing as well.” Y/N says, shivering from the cold.
Eddie reached out and placed his hand on Y/N’s arm, “You’re cold.”
“I’m not, I’m hot.” Y/N says, laughing.
“You are, but you’re also cold.” Eddie says as he stands to his feet.
Y/N gripped onto his hand pulling him down next to her on the wider chair, “Sit with me and warm me up then.”
Y/N shuffled around on the chair getting comfortable by placing her legs over Eddie’s lap and cuddling up to his side. Wrapping his arm around her with one arm, Eddie caressed her bare thigh with the other.
“You’re pretty.” Y/N mumbled, her hand held his jaw gently tilting his face towards hers.
“Look who’s talking.” Eddie says with a smile.
“Y’know,” Y/N says, “I’ve always loved your smile. It’s-it’s just nice.”
Eddie’s eyes darted from Y/N’s eyes to her lips and back again, he inched closer and his breath fanned her face.
“I know we agreed that it would only be a one time thing, but I want to kiss you.” Eddie mumbled.
“Please…” Y/N muttered.
Wasting no more time, Eddie pressed his lips to Y/N’s. The kiss wasn’t gentle by any means, it was sloppy and rushed. Y/N gripped onto Eddie’s shirt pulling him impossibly closer to her. The kiss was hungry and desperate, their teeth clashed and there was nothing romantic about it, other than the dimly lit setting under the stars. Y/N moved to straddle Eddie’s lap.
“This feels familiar.” Eddie mumbled against Y/N’s lips.
Y/N gripped his hair, “Shut up.”
She pressed her lips against his once again. Eddie’s hands moved to Y/N’s thighs, pushing her skirt higher and higher. Y/N pulled on Eddie’s hair and pulled his head back.
“Let’s go inside.” Y/N breathed out.
Eddie simply placed his hands on the underside of Y/N’s thighs and rose to his feet, his lips never detaching from hers as he walked through the house. He sat her on top of the kitchen table as he began to kiss down her neck. Y/N was pushed back a little by Eddie so she was laying flat on the table.
“Eddie…” Y/N moaned out.
Like last time, her skin was on fire. Eddie’s touch set her skin alight. Y/N didn’t understand it, no one had ever made her feel this way before.
Eddie continued to kiss down her neck and began to unbutton her blouse. He began to kiss further, in the valley of her breasts and further south. As Eddie pulled her skirt down, Y/N raised her hips to allow him to take it off fully. As Eddie found himself in between Y/N’s legs she let out a loud gasp. The pleasure coursing through her veins was unimaginable.
Y/N was breathless as she lay there on the kitchen table. Eddie gripped her thighs tight, keeping them apart, bruises would be left there in the morning. Y/N’s hands tangled in Eddie’s hair, pulling on the ends, making him moan against her.
“Eddie, don’t stop…” Y/N moaned out while her head fell back.
Y/N wasn’t very comfortable on the table but she didn’t care, her back arched as she came, a loud moan escaping her lips. Breathing heavily Y/N took a moment to process before she sat up on the table. Gripping the front of Eddie’s shirt, she pulled him up to her connecting their lips, she could taste herself on him.
Y/N’s hands roamed until they found his belt, she tried her best to undo it but in her haste, she simply failed. Eddie pulled away, chuckling deeply which sent a jolt through Y/N’s body. Eddie undid his belt as Y/N pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist, she could feel him.
Picking her up swiftly, Eddie carried her to his room, laying her down on the bed. Eddie shrugged off his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head, the necklace Y/N had bought him on full display.
Eddie crawled over Y/N and connected their lips, bodies pressed together. As Eddie pushed into her, Y/N gasped. Eddie let out a loud moan as he began to move, the pleasure building quickly.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie says, quickening his pace.
Y/N's legs wrapped around Eddie as she scratched down his back. Everything between them was rough and desperate, Eddie’s pace never faltered not even for a second. Y/N bit down on Eddie’s shoulder trying to keep quiet but it was proving difficult with the combination of the pleasure she was feeling, the sound of Eddie breathless in her ear and the necklace swinging between them.
“Eddie, harder, please…” Y/N breathed out.
Eddie kissed along her jaw before he kissed her lips once again. Y/N felt like she was walking on air, she had never experienced pleasure like it. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was high but she knew that this was a feeling she hadn’t had before.
Eddie’s thrusts became sloppy as his hand came between their bodies, pushing Y/N closer to the edge. The sound of Y/N’s moans were something that would be ingrained in his memory forever.
Continuing his thrusts as he reached his high pushed Y/N over the edge. Calling out his name loudly Y/N arched her back, pressing her completely against Eddie. As Eddie pulled out and laid down next to her, Y/N’s body twitched a little. The two breathed heavily, coming down from their high.
Eddie cupped Y/N’s cheek turning her face towards him and kissed her. This kiss was a lot more gentle than the two had experienced. It made Y/N let out a sigh. Pulling away, Eddie’s hand lingered on her cheek, brushing her hair away.
Y/N rolled closer to Eddie, resting her head on his chest. Eddie’s arm wrapped around her, getting comfortable. Once Y/N’s eyes were shut she was passed out, leaving Eddie staring at the ceiling, unsure of what to think.
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EDDIE ROUNDTREE: It was a confusing time in my life.
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When Y/N awoke the next morning, she was confused until she looked over and saw Eddie, whose arm was draped lazily over her waist. Sighing, Y/N slid out from under his arm and stood to her feet, a dull ache in between her thighs from the night’s activities.
Grabbing her shirt from the floor, Y/N buttoned it up before slipping out of Eddie’s room. She could hear laughter coming from the kitchen. As Y/N stepped into her room she quickly grabbed some clothes and got changed. When she looked in the mirror, her hair was a complete mess causing Y/N to sigh.
Attempting to make it look presentable, Y/N tried everything before giving up altogether, opting to just take a shower later in the day. Heading out of her room and to the kitchen, she found Eddie now awake, sitting at the table with the others.
Y/N couldn’t help but feel awkward, despite their agreement, the two had slept together again. She didn’t know how to feel, one one hand she regrets it, knowing that no matter what the two say, it would impact their friendship but on the other hand she was glad it happened but she couldn’t explain why.
Sitting down at the kitchen table Y/N offered everyone a smile but as she looked in Eddie’s direction, her smile faltered as he wasn’t looking at her. Feeling an ache in her chest, Y/N simply grabbed a slice of toast Graham offered to her and ate it in silence.
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Y/N L/N: I didn’t know what to think.
BILLY DUNNE: I wanted to get back into the studio right away. Cut a new album. Turn the page. You know? But that song wouldn’t quit.
GRAHAM DUNNE: We got asked to join the bill at the Diamond Head Festival in Hawaii. It was our first show, since, um…well…
Y/N L/N: I wasn’t originally going to go to the festival but Teddy told me last minute that they wanted me as well, so I agreed. I mean who wouldn’t want to perform in fucking Hawaii. I got to perform my song and a few songs that people hadn’t heard before, I was reaching a new audience. It was what I’ve always wanted, to be seen.
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“Hey, Steve Miller Band. The Dead? Shit, these guys are all here?” Warren says.
“Where are we?” Graham asks.
“Right there, brother.” Warren says, pointing to the bottom of the list.
“I’m still above you.” Y/N teased, pointing out her name just above the band’s.
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EDDIE ROUNDTREE: We were on at one in the afternoon. But, hey, at least we were invited.
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Y/N stood around with the band just before she was about to go on stage. She was nervous, normally Y/N performed in front of thirty people tops but there was a crowd of at least one-hundred. Gripping onto the bottle of wine, Y/N brought it up to her lips, taking a long drink.
“Hey,” Karen says, “You’re gonna do great.”
“I know,” Y/N says, “Just pre-show nerves kicking in.”
Y/N took one final swig of the wine before placing it down, “I’m gonna be fucking fantastic.”
Just before Y/N walked onto the stage, she caught Eddie’s eye. The two hadn’t really spoken since the night they spent together. It was strange not talking to him as the two were constantly drawn to one another, she did miss him but she knew that spending some time apart for a while was probably best.
Sending a quick wink in Eddie’s direction before walking on stage caused Eddie to smile. The crowd cheered as Y/N appeared on stage. Confidently striding to the microphone, Y/N adjusted it to her height and someone handed her a guitar.
“I’m Y/N L/N and this is my song In the Morning.” Y/N introduced and the crowd cheered.
Y/N began to play.
From the side of the stage, the band watched, proud of their friend all with smiles on their faces. However Eddie had an unreadable expression on his face.
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EDDIE ROUNDTREE: That was the moment I knew I was falling in love with Y/N L/N.
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Your daughter’s father
Camila Dunne x Fem!Reader
✧.* requested by anon — Not sure whether ur taking requests buttt could you do a camila dunne fic where the reader and camila are secret lovers but after while in bed reader tells camila that is has to stop bc she wants something real and full of love or smth. smut, angst plssss
✧.* summary — you met Camila at the most troubled moment of her life so far, and during that time, you bonded with each other, creating a strong and cherished relationship. Until Billy returns from rehab ruining what was building between you.
✧.* warnings — Smut, MINORS DNI, sad ending.
✧.* word count — 1.4k
✧.* 🫀— Camila's masterlist
✧.* mandy's notes — Hello everyone! How are you doing? I hope everything is amazing, I'm traveling this week so I'll be writing just a little... But! As always, please, feel free to ask me anything :)
You watched your neighbors' backyard from the window of your house, little by little boxes were being packed and there was a lump in your throat. You try to ignore it, but ever since Billy came back things had been like that, distant, as if you were observing something that was so close to you now as paintings in a museum.
Warren leaves through the front door towards his van, he and Eddie had already told you that they were going out to the cinema that afternoon, a while later Graham's girlfriend arrived and with them Karen joined them to the beach. The last person you see leave the door some time later is Billy, you couldn't tell where he was going and honestly you didn't want to know, all that mattered was that he was finally gone.
You left your house as quickly as you could, knocking on the door three times hoping that Camila would open it soon. When her figure appears you don't take long to kiss her, surprised she gasps and after a few seconds she reasons and kisses you back urgently.
“Have you gotten tired of me since your hubby arrived, huh? You whisper against her neck, trailing your kisses down her jaw and neck. You had missed the sighs it caused the brunette in front of you.
“No…” She murmurs, letting out a heavy sigh then, holding your hair. “I just, fuck, I -”
You smile against her skin, pulling away to find her dilated pupils showing her need for you. She feels herself falling apart under your gaze, knowing that you could hold her, needing your hold.
“You just what?” You question, whispering.
“He didn’t leave the house.” She justifies herself, and you smile sarcastically.
You get closer to her, touching your noses, still looking deeply at her, she could feel your breathing and it made her feel unsteady. She wraps her arms around your neck, wanting you closer and closer.
“Jules is sleeping, you know?” She whispers, stroking the strands of her hair. “Don’t you want to enjoy this time with me?”
“Do we have the house to ourselves?” you ask, wanting to confirm. Camila nods.
You place her against the wall, kissing her even more intensely, her hands urgently pulling your hair with desire and longing. You squeeze her waist, showing that you want her closer and closer, guiding her to the couch where he made her lie down so you could admire her.
“Take your clothes off.” You ask as you sit on the floor to observe her figure better.
You watch her take off her dress little by little, and you knew this was something she did to tease you. When she was completely naked and the day's wind hit her skin making her shiver, you decided to give her other reasons to shiver. You spread her legs and touch her gently, receiving moans and whimpers asking you for more.
Your smile reveals how much you enjoy every minute, and when her body explodes with pleasure you continue to stimulate her until she scratches your arms with pleasure. You get up to kiss her lips tenderly, she wraps you in her arms as she feels your lips against hers for a few seconds.
“Can we go upstairs?” She asks, pulling away from your kiss.
Your heart flutters with each step on the way to your room, you've been there before but now something is different. Billy's return from rehab had been a turning point in your relationship. You met her when you moved in next door and slowly couldn't help but fall in love with her kind and unique soul.
She had been very accepting since your move, you were together every day since her friends and her husband were on tour. She felt very abandoned and alone, you gradually got closer and gave each other this support, gradually it became something more like affection here and there, silly hands and at the end passionate kisses. You surrendered to this relationship little by little and with everything you had, you were falling in love.
The room where you used to spend early mornings and afternoons taking care of each other and, after Julia was born, taking care of the baby. It had become the place where Billy gradually became part of the life of the woman you loved, She pulls you out of your thoughts by throwing your body against your bed and kissing you once again.
“I missed us.” She says, taking off your blouse, and kissing your entire neck, making you gasp against her mouth.
“Are you sure about this?” You say comically, making her look up into your eyes.
“Do you want me to prove it to you?” She says taking your kisses lower and lower, you can't help but moan.
She slowly opens your legs wanting more access so she can taste you, she works magic with her mouth and tongue making you tighten the sheets while rolling your eyes.You really missed being by her side, both sexually and on your days off laughing and having fun, when you let out a louder moan letting your body relax with pleasure she looks up into your eyes and licks her lips making the butterflies in your stomach dance.
She lies next to you while you put on your clothes, and observe the woody ceiling that you often observed together. But instead of her snuggling into your chest like usual, she lays down a little further away, you frown and let the air out of your lungs.
She looks at you and perhaps notices your shy figure, You try not to look back because you know you would want to pull her close and tell her you love her.
“Are you okay Y/N?” She asks, sitting up. “Something happened? I did something?”
You just deny it, sitting and watching Júlia's crib next to you.
“How are you holding up?” You ask, your voice low. “I mean, you weren’t okay with all of this and Billy’s return either.”
“We are rebuilding our relationship. I think, he seems to be wanting to change.” You let out a disbelieving laugh, she looks at you trying to understand.
“I’m sorry Cami, I just…” You shrug, looking at her finally. “I thought he would be part of Julia's life.”
“Of course he will, he’s her father.” Camila agrees with you.
“No Cami, I thought he would be just that, your daughter’s father.” You let go at once, leaving her surprised.
She stays silent, you let out a sad and heavy sigh. Getting ready to get up, she holds your waist.
“Where are you going?” Her voice was now choked, you shrugged.
“What is my role here? Look, I don't want to be your lover while you have a happy life with that guy.” You let out, trying to hold your tears.
“I don't want you to feel this way.” she says, stroking her fingers. “You know you’re important to me.”
You let her speak, watching her with your teary eyes.
“Just me, Billy and I have a history.” Camila says looking down. “Of course, it had its obstacles, you know that, but I feel like we can make it happen. That he and I can improve so we can have the family we dream of and-”
“Camila, he left you in labor alone!” you say in disbelief.
“He was going through sobriety issues, come on, you know-”
“What I know is that he left you completely helpless during your pregnancy, cheated on you while you were carrying your daughter and even left you while you were giving birth!” Little by little your voice became more indignant.
“You wouldn't understand...” she says and that's when you let your tears fall, feeling trapped in a nightmare. “You don't stop loving someone when things get hard, at least I can't…”
“I wouldn't understand? You being serious right now?” You say with a choked voice. “I love you, I was with you here from the beginning even with everything falling apart. And I don't understand?”
She doesn't answer you, you agree with her silent statement.
“Honeys, I'm home!” Warren's voice emanates from downstairs.
“I can't do this, I'm sorry.” You say, adjusting your clothes as you wipe away your tears. “I love you too much to see you unhappy, and if that's what you want. I will leave you to it.”
“Hey, we can talk about this…” Camila begs, you deny with your head, opening the bedroom door.
“If you change your mind, I’ll be next door.” You say before disappearing through the door.
She watches you leave with a tightness in her chest, which unfortunately wasn't big enough to make her ask you to turn around. Days later, you watch her leave the house alongside her husband and daughter with boxes, momentarily your eyes connect and you feel your heart give up with the smile that indicated goodbye.
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disclaimer: most of my stories are fem!reader, but i will write gender neutral, just let me know. i write angst, fluff, and smut. i am a bisexual female, so i will write about both female and male characters. i am mostly comfortable with writing anything, so don’t be afraid to send in whatever you’d like. my inbox is always open for anything, you can write your thoughts on characters, shows or movies, or my works! much love!
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the hunger games —
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finnick odair
katniss everdeen
coriolanus snow
lucy gray baird
tigris snow
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billy the kid —
billy bonney
jesse evans
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sirius black
ron weasley
luna lovegood
dean thomas
james potter
lily potter
hermione granger
bellatrix lestrange
blaise zabini
harry potter
tom riddle
regulus black
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taissa turner
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red dead redemption —
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john marston
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padme amidala skywalker
ahsoka tano
luke skywalker
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joel miller
tess servopoulos
dina phantasmagoria
jesse jeon
wwe —
seth rollins
roman reigns
sasha banks
dean ambrose
lita
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rick grimes
daryl dixon
shane walsh
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glenn rhee
carl grimes
rosita espinosa
negan smith
tara chambers
king ezekiel
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magna
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scott lang
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frank castle
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daenerys targaryen
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rue bennett
jules vaughn
elliot hill
lexi howard
fezco o’neill
maddy perez
chris mckay
daisy jones and the six —
daisy jones
warren rhodes
graham dunne
eddie loving
camila dunne
karen sirko
outer banks —
jj maybank
john b routledge
kiara carrera
pope heyward
sarah cameron
cleo grant
shameless —
carl gallagher
fiona gallagher
lip gallagher
veronica fisher
kevin balls
svetlana yevgenivna
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you'd never guess (i'd never know)
synopsis: the only thing eddie roundtree likes about billy dunne is his younger sister.
warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill, but it's never mentioned)
a/n: the lack of eddie smut on here is appalling
♡
“Where are you going?”
Frozen in your tracks, you slowly turn around and meet Eddie’s still sleepy but inquisitive gaze, and as his eyes look you over from head to toe, it morphs into a distinctive shade of lustful. You allow yourself the liberty to admire him as he does the same to you - unguarded and vulnerable in his half-awake state, the nest of tangled light brown hair on top of his head, his naked body painted with love bites underneath the white hotel sheets.
You want to kiss him.
“Sweetheart, c’mon. Come ‘ere.” He tries coaxing you, but you know the rules by now. No matter how sweet the temptation is, no matter the things his deep, husky morning voice does to your insides, no matter the way your heart threatens to beat out of your chest everytime you lay eyes on him, you need to be unfailingly secretive about this, whatever it is, between you two. Otherwise the deadly tornado of a man your brother Billy is will turn it into ruin with a single flick of his hand.
Even still, it seems that you’re the only one rightfully worried.
"Eds, I have to leave, you know this.”
Something hardens in his gaze for a moment, but it quickly slips away. It pains you to watch it. You lean down to kiss his cheek in an attempt to make him feel better, but he turns his head around, capturing your lips with his. You gasp and instinctively fist your hands into his hair as he rearranges you to sit on his lap. There’s something desperate about the way he holds you and kisses you this particular morning and it sets everything in you on fire. You moan into his kiss despite your brain screaming at you to get the fuck up and leave before anybody finds out you’re not in your room. Eddie seems to sense your overthinking, as he usually does, and slips his cold hands underneath your blouse, letting his long fingers trace your spine, trying to soothe you.
"Focus on me. Don’t think about anything else.” Eddie instructs and you suddenly feel lighter.
You kiss him again, a silent thanks for bringing you back to the present, and it’s his turn to moan as he presses you down on his hard-on.
"A couple of kisses and I’m already rock hard like a fuckin’ teenager. Jesus, the things you do to me.” He mutters, more to himself than you, but the words still manage to leave their impact on your nether regions.
“Eddie, Eddie…” you pant as his mouth begins to place greedy kisses down your neck. “We’re…we’re going to be late for breakfast.”
He laughs against your skin and you swear you’ve never felt something so good.
“I’m already having my breakfast, sweetheart, and it’s much better than the shit they serve down there.”
Fuck.
---
“Anyone got any idea where Eddie and my sister are?” Graham asks his friends, in the midst of swallowing his piece of omelet.
Warren shrugs.
“Eddie’s probably still sleeping. I mean, when has he ever shown up for breakfast on time? Let the guy get some sleep, man.”
Graham nods a couple of times, deeming the explanation logical. It doesn't stop him from thinking about the person left out from it.
"Yeah, sure," he starts "but my sister always shows up. I...I don't know, maybe she slept in this time, but maybe I should go up and check."
Karen suddenly pipes in from her place next to Graham, putting her hand on his thigh.
"Don't. For we all know, she's just sleeping in." She says, looking at Warren from across the table pointedly, who takes the hint and nods reassuringly at Graham. "And you know how she gets when someone wakes her up. Let her rest."
"But what if she's hungry when she wakes up?"
Karen sighs, closing her eyes for a couple of seconds. Warren inhales sharply, a tell-tale sign of him holding in his laughter.
"Graham. She isn't an infant. I'm sure your sister is fully capable of getting breakfast for herself." She says, but he still doesn't look entirely convinced.
"Yeah, but I don't want her to be alone." Graham pauses. "I don't want her to feel lonely, y'know."
"Hey, chill man. She and Eddie wake up around the same time anyway, they usually get breakfast together, don't they? I really don't think there's anything to worry about." Warren adds, as he takes the last bite of his P&J sandwich.
Graham silently leans back in his chair and Karen takes the opportunity to change the subject.
"Anyway, uh, how's Lisa, Warren?"
KAREN SIRKO: I knew she and Eddie were fucking from the moment I saw them together.
WARREN ROJAS: For the record, I had no idea they were fucking.
GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs] Can we not talk about this, please?
---
"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you look so good bouncing on my cock like that."
You don't know how long you two have been going at it. What you do know, however, is that Eddie Roundtree, the insatiable sex maniac, has already put you through five different positions and this is the sixth one.
"Eddie, I…I don't think I can..." You start saying as you feel your strength leaving your body, but he knows. He always knows.
He tightens his hold on your hips and drags you up and down his cock and you have to physically put a hand over your mouth when he hits that spot inside of you.
"Found it, huh?" He comments, with that goddamn cocky glint in his eye and you would have normally rolled your eyes at him if it weren't for the fact that they were already rolling towards the back of your head.
"Shut...up!" You pant, and he smirks. As soon as you see that smirk, you involuntarily tighten around him. Eddie groans when he feels it and you lean down to kiss his Adam's apple, and then - him. He cups the back of your neck with one large hand and you shiver.
"I'm, I'm close. Eddie, fuck!" You barely manage to stutter out and he goes even faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. He presses a sweet kiss to your collarbone and immediately goes back to whispering filthy things into your ear.
"Cum for me, love. Cum on my cock." He urges, breathless, something swimming in his eyes you've never seen before, and you do just that.
You think you might have screamed. You don't know. All you remember is Eddie.
You hide your face in his shoulder, sensitive and exhausted - he cums shortly after, your name on his lips like a prayer. You sigh when you feel him soften inside of you. He falls back on the pillows and you fall along with him, head on his chest and his hand playing with your hair.
It's comfortably silent after that, so silent in fact, that for a second you think Eddie might have fallen asleep. You tilt your head upwards to place a kiss on his jawline, but you find him already staring back at you, an uncharacteristically contemplative look on his gorgeous face.
"What?" You question, growing increasingly worried.
This is it, you think, this is when he ends things.
My worst fear is coming true.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Y'know, I've played in front of hundreds of thousands of people. I know what anxiety feels like. But laying in that bed with her, looking at her, was the most nervous I'd ever felt in my entire life.
"I…" He begins and closes his mouth, as if carefully choosing his words, but doing nothing to ease the pit in your stomach. "Well..."
You stand up upright, a typical "Dunne frown", as he liked calling it, on your face.
He should look me in the eyes, at the very fucking least.
"Oh, is this what you're doing now? Fucking me one last time before you reject me? You've had your fun, is that it?"
Y/N ROUNDTREE: I do admit that I... misjudged the situation. But when you've been with assholes in the past, sometimes you come to conclusions a bit too quickly.
Eddie's face scrunches up into a mixture of shock, confusion and slight sadness.
"What?" He asks so loudly that it makes you feel embarrassed. "What in the actual fuck are you on about? Why would you even think that? Sweetheart, I was going to say I love you."
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I'll never forget the look on her face, swear to God. [laughs]
"What?" You parrot back, just as loudly. It takes a beat or two for the words to sink in. When they do, you start laughing like you've never heard anything funnier.
Eddie simply looks at you like you've grown two heads.
"Oh, Eds. Please don't lie to me like this." You cover your face with your hands.
Suddenly, your hands are being gently pulled away - he's staring at you so softly you think you might die. You might have actually died and this is your heaven. It certainly feels like it.
He whispers your name and you whisper his back.
"I love you." He says, cupping your cheeks, and keeps repeating it as if trying to get it through your head.
"Eddie…" you breathe against his lips. He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, pupils dilated like you're his new favorite drug. You might actually be. "Eddie, I lo-"
"SOUNDCHECK IS IN 30 MINUTES, ROUNDTREE, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE DAMN BED!"
Fuck.
---
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She might not have told me she loved me that day, but - [shows wedding ring] - I know. I know.
♡
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he wants me dead, i know it, why is he doing this to me? 😭😭😭
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